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atomic-chronoscaph · 4 months
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Thunderbirds (1965)
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edorazzi · 8 months
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More Thunderbirds Are Go comics! 💖✨
A couple of belated Pride Month pieces plus Gordon giving Kayo a heart attack. Alan's lucky he's the baby of the family! 🌈
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flyboytracy · 22 days
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Heeeeey flyboy,
Did you ever make a gif of that moment at the end of ROF2 where everyone GASP IN HORROR reacts to Grandma’s nice family dinner suggestion (just before they all make excuses to leave)? If not… pleeeease would you have a look and see if the urge-to-gif arises?
(I tried it once ages back when I got mildly obsessed with the scene but it was appalling quality because I had no idea what I was doing… would be amazing to have a PROPER one living on tumblr to use in Situations where GASP is the appropriate reaction 😁)
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Hola :D The world always needs more GIFs from Ring of Fire
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lenfantdeverone · 4 months
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I think this one picture on Jeff's desk in the movie isn't talked about enough, it's so cute and silly and Jeff has the classic dad™️ pose
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bearskvlls · 3 months
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say cheese!! 📸
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thalassastra · 1 month
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Quiet
So I had a go at the FabFiveFeb challenge using @gumnut-logic 's Scott prompt 'quiet'. Can't help but feel it came out a little clunky but I'm pretty pleased this has gotten me writing again at all, so thanks for the prompt! :) ---------------------------------------------- “Hey Scott! How many languages can you speak?” 
Scott looked up and gave his youngest brother a proud grin.
“Oh loads.” He started counting off on his fingers. “Je voudrais une tarte aux pommes s'il vous plaît. Ich möchte bitte einen Apfelkuchen. Quisiera una tarta de-”
Alan rolled his eyes. 
“I mean fluently enough to hold a conversation beyond ordering pie.”
Scott shrugged. 
“Three then: ASL, Japanese and Russian.” 
Alan noted this down.
“What are you doing?”
“School project about how many languages are spoken in the household. John is kinda pushing the average up.”
“Yeah well, we only use one to talk to each other. Seems like cheating to put down more.”
“Not true. I distinctly remember hearing Gordon swear at you in French last week.  Well, au revoir puant!” He waved and strolled away in the direction of the pool, no doubt to corner said brother.
“Puant?” Scott frowned. “Didn't think that was the French for brother.” He shrugged and went back to writing reports.
A week later Scott is using his language skills in a way he hadn't foreseen. 
“Quiet,” he signs quickly to Alan, who had just taken a breath to speak. Trusting his brother, Alan snaps his mouth shut.
The men have guns and are arguing in a language Alan doesn’t understand, but he more than understands what the argument is about from the gestures being made.  
The man in red has been pointing at him and Scott repeatedly and talking nineteen to the dozen, the man in green shaking his head and gesturing wildly as if referencing something outside or the wider world.
Red knows the Tracy brothers are rich.  Green knows they are famous and International Rescue a well loved organisation.  They may get away with staging a crash to rob a handful of anonymous rich resort guests, but could they get away with ransoming a couple of billionaires? 
The callout had come on one of those rare occasions that both Scott and Alan were free, and so it had made sense that Alan had come along for the ride.  Thunderbird 2 was already out, but it was a straightforward enough job for Thunderbird 1 to take.  A cable car had been heading toward a mountaintop luxury resort, when a drone had collided with the support structure.  The call had come in from a very frantic and apologetic operator who had been filming the scenery and apparently misjudged where his drone was flying.  The car had ended up dangling precariously on a damaged cable with no way to continue or retreat without the risk of it snapping completely.
Luxury being the word of the day, there were only six passengers aboard, and the car was light enough that Scott had been able to use Thunderbird 1 to stabilise it while Alan harnessed and lowered the passengers to the ground.    
It’s a few miles back to the lower station, and impossible to continue on foot to the resort perched up on the mountain top, but there’s a waystation not far away from the accident site.  Scott had landed Thunderbird 1 in a handy clearing, and they had escorted the passengers to the low, concrete building to shelter and check for injuries while they waited for the resort’s jeeps to drive up the winding mountain path to collect them.
Or at least that had been the plan.  
The staff, if there had been any, were nowhere to be seen.  But there was a gang of armed men waiting for them.  
Alan is slightly surprised by how quiet Scott has been since they had been shoved into an empty room at  the back of the building.  He had only mumbled “Do what they want,” to one of the passengers who looked like he was going to confront their captors, then said nothing until the single sign to warn Alan not to speak.
The argument ends and it looks like it's not gone in their favour. The man in red barks something at them and the two IR operatives are pulled away from the group.
“Scott?”
His brother just shakes his head.
They are taken to the entrance of the building and pushed to sit in a couple of wooden chairs by the wall.
Red says something and laughs. 
Scott scowls.
Green raises his voice and commands the attention of the other three men in the room, his speech rapid, and all the while pointing at Alan and Scott. The only words Alan picks out are “Thunderbird” and “Tracy”. As soon as he finishes talking the gang springs into action, a couple of men returning to the back room to relieve the guests of any valuables, then jamming the door shut to lock them in.  One of them checks a watch and gestures to the door.  Time to go, apparently.
The man in red reaches for him… and then stops, mouth agape as Scott starts talking in their language.
Alan’s eyes widen and he stares at his brother.  Alan speaks Russian - everyone spacerated does, so he knows this isn’t it.  It’s certainly not Japanese or ASL.  But Scott is clearly and calmly laying out some facts for these men, every ounce of command in his voice and his blue-eyed stare cold and unblinking.
His hands are laid on his lap, and their captors don’t notice, but Alan can see the way Scott’s pushing into his legs, preventing his hands from trembling but not managing to still the shake in his little finger.
Red replies to whatever it is that Scott had said, and Scott just shrugs, leans back in the chair and smiles, folding his arms in what looks like a casually defiant pose.
Whatever it was that his brother said, Red doesn’t take it well, snarling and raising his hand to strike at him.  Green steps in catching his arm and shakes his head.  The argument from before seems to start up again, but this time Scott adds a couple of opinions of his own.
Finally the man with the watch draws their attention, and the group seems to come to the consensus that they are leaving without hostages.
Red makes one final parting comment to Scott before he leaves, pointing at him and then spitting at his feet.  Scott doesn’t reply, doesn’t move, just watches them go.
This time Alan doesn’t try to speak, he stays quiet, stays still waiting for his brother who is locked in position, arms folded and staring blue murder at the door, until they hear distant engines start up and fade away. 
It’s then that Scott suddenly pales, almost collapsing forward out of the chair, head down, breathing long slow deliberate breaths and trembling all over.
Alan jumps into rescue mode, talking him steadily through the breaths, rubbing his back, waiting until he’s calmed down. 
When he’s finally composed himself they go and release the passengers, and immediately get caught up in a discussion of the differences between International Rescue and the police and why they couldn’t have stopped them from being robbed.  Finally the jeeps from the resort arrive to take them away, and Alan and Scott return to Thunderbird 1 to go home.
They fly in silence for a little way, but it's not long before Alan finds he has to ask. He speaks quietly, not entirely sure he wants to know the answer.
“Scott… How many other languages can you speak?”
Scott doesn’t reply straight away.  It’s actually long enough that Alan starts to wonder if he heard him, or chose to ignore the question.  Then:
“Four.  ASL, Japanese, Russian and Bereznik.”
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gumnut-logic · 2 months
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Five pick ups and one drop off (Pick up 1)
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A bit out there and non-canon complaint. Just doing this one for fun. Written in the few minutes between dropping kids home and dashing back to work (I may be a little late to work, oops).
I hope you enjoy :D
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Alan was excited. All his schoolwork was done for the year and he could finally go home.
There was the usual ruckus with the corridors full of students yelling summer plans over everyone’s heads, bashing lockers, and running out towards the streets where the buses were full to capacity and traffic had ground to a halt, struggling with the volume of so many people in one place at one time.
He stepped out the doors and was almost knocked flying by some quarterback wannabe determined to get home before everyone else.
Stumbling back to his feet, he stared out across the parking lot looking for a familiar car or face.
Virgil would probably pick him up, he usually did this time of year. Of course, Grandma was always kind enough to pick up the last of the Tracy brothers to go through this school.
If he was super lucky, John would be there and they could chat space all the way home to the farm. Of course, it could always be Gordy, but although Alan loved his fish brother with all his heart, Gordy’s driving could sometimes be a little terrifying.
There was the wistful thought of Scott or Dad picking him up, but both of them were focussed on their secret project on the other side of the planet and he hadn’t seen either of them for weeks.
He missed them.
But the question proved moot as he could not see any familiar faces amongst the crowd.
Maybe Kyrano and Kayo would drop by? He loved talking with Kayo. She was tough and took no crap from anyone, but beyond that, she was fun to hang out with.
Sometimes the two of them could even out prank Gordon.
He found himself grinning at the thought.
Horns honked and people yelled at each other as kids and parents milled everywhere.
Alan sighed. He just wanted to go home.
But he had to wait, so found himself a bench and sat down waiting for whichever family member drew the short straw.
A kid hurried past and knocked Alan’s overloaded bag off his lap, scattering all his books on the pavement.
“Sorry!” He didn’t stop though, running down the path and into the car waiting for him.
Alan settled on glaring after him as he bent down to gather up the mess and hope none of his work had been spoiled.
C’mon, bros, where are you?
He jammed the books back into his bag, wiping off dirt as the sound of the traffic on the street rose up to batter his ears.
God, it was loud.
Wasn’t it? A roar rose and drowned out everything. The kids around him and their parents alike were looking up at the sky and yelling something he could barely hear.
A shadow passed over Alan and a silver hull spun in to land carefully in the parking lot, struts sticking in between parked cars.
Scotty?
Alan rose to his feet and, clutching his bag, dashed across the grounds just as his biggest brother lowered himself out of the cockpit of Thunderbird One. “Allie!”
Alan dropped his bag, flung both his arms wide, and barrelled full bore into his big brother in a flying tackle.
“Oomph. Wow, squirt, if I’d known you were this eager to come home, I would have dropped in earlier.”
Alan squeezed him tighter. “You brought One.”
“That I did.”
“Dad’s not going to be happy.”
“Eh, it was worth it.”
As Alan surfaced, he looked around to find all the traffic, all the people, all the kids, standing transfixed and staring at the great Thunderbird One above them.
Scott’s arm was warm about his shoulders. “What do you say we blow this popsicle stand?”
“FAB.” Alan was grinning ear to ear.
And if the principal of the school wrote their father a very strongly worded letter regarding the damage to a tree that may or may not have been torched by Thunderbird engines, it was still worth it.
So worth it.
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knyee · 6 months
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Um!! ☝️
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Based off the convo I had with @tracybirds and @avengedbiologist 😭😭
So what do YOU fellas think about string theory? 🤔
Also I'm a firm believer that John likes to sit uncomfortably (comfortable for him tho)
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idontknowreallywhy · 22 days
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Resurface 4 - Reel
EVERYTHING IS FINE!
Previously (in case this jumpscared you and you have no idea what’s going but I’ve clearly gone a bit feral over this today - apologies for flooding your dash!)
First scene, second scene, third scene
(And the history of this is this one)
💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚💙💚
The first thing Scott noticed was Shadow stationary and clamped firmly to her ‘roost’ on the cliff side, with two figures buzzing around the cockpit.
The second thing he noticed was Alan perched on a rocky outcrop about 40m below where Shadow clung to the cliff.
The third thing was that there were tears running down his baby brother’s face as he squinted into the sky overhead.
The fourth thing was the telltale glint in the rosy blue of early evening that meant the space elevator was on its way down.
He flew over to Alan and made a hurried enquiry as to his health. Alan dashed the wetness from his face and said he was fine. Scott didn’t believe him and said so. Alan shrugged and clamped his lips together but then his face crumpled and he blurted out:
“They said I had to leave. That Virgil wouldn’t want me to see. But I already did so what’s the point. I want to help! What use am I down here?”
“Alan, what did you see?”
Alan looked guilty. Scott looked up to where Gordon and Kayo were hovering either side of Shadow’s windshield which appeared to be partly raised.
“Alan!”
The response was barely a whisper.
“He thinks you’re flying Shadow to… to…” nothing but a strangled sound came out here but Scott knew exactly the word Alan couldn’t bring himself to say. “He says he has to go too… but there’s nobody in the pilot’s seat Scott.”
“Right.” Scott had no idea what to do with this information and hovered impotently in midair for a moment.
“I’m scared.”
Big brother instinct triggered, Scott snapped out of his panicked indecision and took change.
“I’ll look after him I promise. Please go and fetch the big blue first aid kit, Allie? The one with the… uh, the everything in it.” The word “tranquilliser” was almost as dirty and unspeakable as “Bereznik” was in the Tracy household, but at that height Scott wasn’t going to take any chances with his stronger, heavier brother.
“FAB Scott.”
He watched his little brother leave then made a beeline for Shadow, popping up beside Gordon who was pale and ever so young-looking and Kayo, unflappable Kayo who… whose face was as tear stained as Alan’s had been. Scott swallowed hard and peered through the semi-raised hatch to meet his best friend’s eyes.
“Virgil?”
“Dad!”
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hebuiltfive · 2 months
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My head has been everywhere the last few days and I missed WIP Wednesday, but here's a little something that is definitely not a new WIP, whatever do you mean? *nervous laughter* 👀 (Seriously, I need to stop pouncing on new ideas before I've finished my other ones).
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"Thunderbird Three, do you copy?"
The voice was faint and distant, hiding behind layers of ringing and distortion. Alan could barely focus. He felt as though he was falling... flying... surfing... His head span.
"Thunderbird Three, do you copy?"
The voice grew more agitated, more demanding, but Alan couldn't move fast enough to respond — he didn't want to. His body ached as though he'd been hit by a London double decker. His eyes were still closed but he knew that if he opened them, even for a second, that vertigo would become worse. His vision would swim and he'd probably lose consciousness again.
Oh, yeah. He'd been unconscious.
His arms floated up beside him from the lack of gravity; the only reason he remained seated was because of the harness keeping him in place.
"Alan, Scott? Respond."
That voice was different. Less familiar than the first, older and gravelier. A younger version of that voice existed in Alan's memories. He surged towards the voice to keep him concious.
"Here."
It wasn't Alan that responded to their Dad's request for a response. It was a groggy Scott, also battered and bruised, coming around from unconsciousness, and who was still belted into the seat beside him.
Alan groaned.
"What the hell happened up there?" Jeff was soft though the natural demand made Scott wince.
Their first space mission back with Dad at the helm and they'd already messed up badly.
To save Scott from having to answer, John interrupted. "GDF on-site teams are coming back online."
Jeff turned his focus back to John. "Did they all make it?"
Their brother's silence was enough of an answer, and Scott and Alan quickly exchanged a mournful look.
What happened hadn't exactly been their fault, but if they'd been just a few minutes sooner then maybe...
"I want you both back home." Jeff ordered. "John, make sure they have a safe flight."
"FAB, Dad."
When Jeff's hologram blinked away, John let loose a sigh. He rubbed a gloved hand over his face. Besides him, Alan sensed Scott's tension easing.
"Is he mad?" Alan asked, his voice croakier than he'd have liked.
They'd only just got Jeff home and Alan was still learning who their father actually was, seperate from the version of him he'd created during his youth. The last thing he wanted to face was a disappointed Dad.
"No. He isn't mad. We were both worried you'd been ... It doesn't matter. You're both fine. I'll get EOS to guide you home."
"We can fly, John." Scott insisted but backed-down at their space brother's flat look. It was an unusual response from the leader — former leader now, Alan supposed. That was still something they were all trying to get their heads around.
"Dad's orders." John shurgged before gently adding, "It's safer this way."
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thunderbirdsaregovf · 5 months
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We'll talk about Scott and Virgil's height difference later, first let's see what punishment they're going to give to Alan
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avengedbiologist · 3 months
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A quiet exchange at the ranch.
Ahhh I'm so happy with this, it's a secret Santa gift for @squiddokiddo !!!! I hope you like it and hope you have a good new year !!🐟
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edorazzi · 5 months
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Happy Halloween!!! 🎃
Little Tracys all dressed up and examining their haul. Featuring uniforms from Captain Scarlet, Fireball XL5, UFO, Stingray, and of course classic Thunderbirds! 💖
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flyboytracy · 2 months
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lenfantdeverone · 4 months
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If Alan had more spare time he would 100% be a cosplayer, he's the right amount of Gen Z and nerd energy, he plays the in-universe equivalent of League of Legends, he's 100% the tiktok cosplayer in the family.
Virgil would help him craft props and costumes and John and Gordon would go with him to conventions around the world (reminder that Gordon is an action figure collectionist)
Scott does not get it, but whatever makes his baby brother happy he supports it
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bearskvlls · 3 months
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also chipping away at more thunderbirds art (thank you everyone for such a warm welcome!!! 😭💕) and wanted to share this Alan WIP because i love him hehehe
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