#I was determined

[cchickki]

Rolan is reunited with Cal and Lia

[samiisey]

Constellations/Destruction/Hope

"no matter how afraid I may be, I won't avert my eyes"

[the-bluepoet]

masterpost // previous / next

“But the thing that caught his attention the most was the plate of sunfish sitting close to the edge of the pool, within the painted yellow line.”

chapter 3 sketch thingy idk what to call this….

CHAPTER 3 FISH !!! @gladumfdoodles MERAU WOOOO

[zombie-bait]

What if I told you guys I had the chance to visit Prague last year and made it my sole, sacred mission to take photos in front of the Theatre of Vampires filming location

[skinreflectsthesun]

I went to 4 different vending machines, all of which were empty, to get an orange juice and I finally found one on the 5th attempt and after walking all the way across the work campus, and if that’s not some ridiculous ass behavior idk what is

[weshney]

A shitpost @dp-marvel94 for chapter 38 of Face to Face.

[faithfulcat111]

I have also been thinking of a truly crackpot-level ST AU that I'll probably never write but is very tempting to edit to but it is one that I'd have to assign everyone to a character. Problem is I have to pick someone to be the character who gets 'along' with everyone else (even though most of them barely tolerate them) and I cheered when they died. My first instinct is Eddie but I feel like that might be a little harsh even for me.

[gumnut-logic]

The Ostrich

I wrote fluff! I resisted the whump and fluffed instead. Not my best, but a fun little scene, at least, I hope.

Sparked by this post. So @flyboytracy​ ‘s inspiring fault again along with  @edutainer2022​ whose commentary is, as always, amazing.

Many, many, many, many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​  for all her help yanking my brain out of its spiral. Couldn’t have written it without you. ::hugs tight::

Don’t expect much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

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It became habit.

A Virgil instigated habit.

The second eldest had never been tall. Scott always had and if Scott was honest with himself, he used to forget to slow down.

It started in the playground. Scott ran off one day all excited to show Virgil something, thinking his little brother was behind him. So, it was with surprise he turned around to find Virgil nowhere to be found.

Also, it was minor heart attack inducing.

Mom was around somewhere, so Virgil was likely with her, but she was occupied with Johnny, and Dad had impressed on Scott that Mom needed help and Virgil was Scott’s responsibility.

And he was nowhere to be seen.

It was only moments and Virgil was found as soon as Scott back-tracked, but it gave him enough of a scare to remember that his little brother couldn’t always keep up.

And age didn’t change that fact.

As Gordon and Alan appeared he found himself with a whole flock of brothers who, in general, could not keep up. Scott was fast, both in thought and leg length, and he always found himself having to slow down.

It was a relief to go for a walk with Dad, just so he could hit his stride.

Not that he wouldn’t do absolutely anything for his brothers.

He just wanted the freedom to move.

John eventually caught up with him, long, lanky and as determined as Scott in his own way.

But Virgil never did.

He knew his brother tried to compensate for some of it with his strength. Virgil could dead lift the lot of them if he wanted to, far stronger than Scott would ever be. And he was proud of his brother’s achievements. All of his brothers’ achievements.

But long legs was something Virgil would never have.

So, like the Thunderbirds they flew, Virgil was always behind him somewhere.

Unless he slowed down.

It became habit to check his stride, decelerate his ‘bird, step into a calmer pace to stay with his brother.

Scott didn’t mind. In fact, he hardly thought about it anymore. It was just the way of things.

But not now.

Here he could stretch out his legs and run as fast as he wanted. His morning run was time for just him. Time to be himself without the labels, without the expectations, without the need to adapt to others.

He ran the same path every morning. On purpose. He knew every bush, every tree, every obstacle. He knew that by the time he circled the Island the sun would be peeking over the horizon and everything would be bathed in pink and gold.

It was always a beautiful moment and a treat just for himself.

Perfection before the descent of the day.

Of course, it didn’t happen every morning. Life had plenty of interruptions up its sleeve. But he did do this as often as possible.

There was rhythm to his feet hitting the pre-dawn gravel. Power in straining muscles.

And speed.

Scott Tracy freed to the mountain.

He smirked at the idea.

This morning was no different. There were wisps of cloud in the sky and a bit of a chill in the air, usual for this time of year. Subconsciously he checked the wind direction against bare skin and calculated any differences to their usual launch protocols.

The Thunderbirds didn’t require much correction, they made their own weather, but the civilian craft they kept were a little more prone.

And besides, it was just good aeronautics.

As if in answer the breeze stiffened, tangling in his sweaty hair and wrapping warmth around his arms.

The clouds sailed on.

He put more effort into running up the next hill. Being a volcanic island, and relatively young, there were plenty of cliffs, valleys and challenges for his body. And he loved every one of them.

They proved he still had it.

Every day.

And gave him that moment to escape.

“Hey, Ostrich!”

He startled. But the voice was familiar, if unexpected.

He jogged up the last of the incline and sure enough Virgil was standing in the middle of the path.

His brother was in his uniform and for a split second, Scott worried they had a call out, But John wasn’t interrupting him, and the teasing grin on Virgil’s face had no urgency in it.

Scott jogged to a stop, panting. “What are you doing out here, Tank?”

Virgil snorted. “Just testing.”

“What? My patience.”

“Now that wouldn’t be much of a challenge, would it?”

Scott eyed his brother. It was far too early for him to be up. Left to himself, Virgil would sleep well into ten, at least, bar work or a call out. “Did you sleep last night?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. Enough to make Scott wonder if this was actually Gordon wearing a holosuit.

“I’m fine. Still staggering sleep from last Thursday.”

“Exactly. That was last Thursday. You should be sleeping better by now.”

“I’m fine.” His brother frowned at him. “Stop worrying.”

Scott bit back a retort. “You still haven’t told me why you’re out here. Or how you got here.” Let’s just say that while Virgil was known for strolling around the Island, running wasn’t usually in the equation. His tank of a brother burned all his carbs in the gym.

“As I said, testing.”

“Testing what?”

“Equipment.”

“What equipment?” All he could see was his idiot of a brother standing in the middle of the path, obstructing his morning run.

Virgil shrugged. “Are you sure you can’t see anything?”

Scott looked around. There was rock, cliff, bushes, a few trees, the sun poking through Tracy Peak. Damn, he’d missed the sunrise. He frowned. There was already heat haze forming.

“No. Any hints?”

His brother’s smirk was triumphant. He hit his comms. “Brains, the test was a success.”

Virgil’s grin split wide at the excited babble from their genius engineer.

Scott frowned. “What is going on?”

That grin softened into fondness and Virgil touched his wrist control.

Above the both of them, clinging to the cliff an elegant aircraft phased into existence.

Scott’s eyes widened. “Thunderbird Shadow! The stealth tech, you did it?”

Dark eyes shone. “Works like a dream. Flew out here, followed you around for a while, landed her. We figured that if you didn’t notice, most wouldn’t.”

Scott stared up at the black and silver craft that had been under development for months. “She’s ready?”

“Almost. Brains is just finishing up.”

“Can I take her for a spin?” Kayo was going to be so happy. But not until Scott had done his own array of testing.

Virgil arched an eyebrow at him. “Not dressed like that, you’re not. Flight suit required.”

Scott shot him a flat stare before smirking. “Race you back then.”

A snort. “No contest, Ostrich.”

“Then keep in the slow lane, Tank.” Scott darted around him and ran full bolt down into the next valley.

“Hey, don’t do anything stupid!”

Scott yelled back to him. “Sorry, can’t talk. Busy leaving you in the dust.”

He grinned at his brother’s exasperated groan.

Yes, Scott had a habit of stepping back, slowing down, and caring for his family. But there were still times where his natural speed was just what was needed.

Dust included.

-o-o-o-

[dorkydiaz]

I am ready for thursday yeah I’m aware it’s Sunday

*not pictured- history of man bracelet

[theloyalpin]

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[tapeworrmart]

Intimacy issues 💔🦷

Something for Valentines Day

[nevermeyers]

[akanemnon]

Clearly the correct answer

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