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tracybirds · 11 months

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listen it's the 30th of june in the far west of the world still and it doesn't matter that time is arbitrary and pride isn't just for june, I'm just happy to be finished with the final fic i had planned for @thunder-pride

I've had a blast getting to explore so many headcanons and seeing such wonderful art and fic and things and here's to many more in the future <3 This is the brains/virgil fic I wanted to write.... fully pre-relationship, enjoy the pining

Brains

He knew exactly when it started. Maybe it would have been easier if he didn’t. Brains didn’t believe in love at first sight, so why was it that it felt like all the days of his life had been counting down to that precise moment?

And why on earth did it have to be him?

Virgil Tracy.

There was nothing wrong with the man.

Truly.

He was kind and sensitive, supportive and challenging in equally measure, and he always found time to make Brains smile.

Of course, he hadn’t known all that from one look. All he’d known was a gentle smile, a handshake that softened to match his own instead of taking the opportunity to assert dominance and those warm, brown eyes that Brains had found himself drowning in. He’d looked at Brains, really looked at him, in a way Brains had never known, too used to people glancing over him unless they needed something.

To be seen.

To be known.

That was enough.

“Brains, you know Scott and John of course, but this is my second son, Virgil.”

Mr Tracy’s voice was as warm as ever.

And there was the problem.

Virgil was Mr Tracy’s son.

His employer.

A man Brains deeply respected and refused to give any reason to betray his trust.

Brains’ sure hands shook and he tripped over his greeting, embarrassed by his stammering voice for the first time in years.

And Virgil only smiled.

If Mr Tracy noticed, he said nothing, and Brains allowed himself a private moment to imagine what it would be like for Virgil to curl his hand around his own again, not out of obligation but out of desire. How they might walk along a beach, or in a park, or across a dance floor, hand in hand. Maybe they could build a life together, alongside Brains’ other projects.

“Brains?”

Mr Tracy’s concerned voice broke Brains out of his reverie and he blinked, the vision vanishing into some unknown universe.

“Are you feeling alright?”

“F-fine, Mr Tracy,” said Brains, trying to calm his racing heart.

“You certainly don’t look well. You’re all flushed and breathing shallowly. One would think you’d run a marathon to get here.”

“N-no, I took the elevator.”

Scott laughed, but Brains hardly noticed as Virgil caught his eye and smothered his grin in a glass of champagne.

Brains could feel his breath catch in his throat, wanting to be the reason for that smile today and every day that followed, and knowing he had to regain control. Falling in love on a too-warm Thursday evening at a product launch hadn’t been on the agenda.

“Brains, you don’t need to be here,” said Mr Tracy quietly. “I know it took a lot to agree to this speech, but we can make other arrangements if needed. John knows the equipment as well as you do, and Virgil’s read over all the plans. If you’d rather…?”

“Yes,” said Brains, jumping on the excuse. Better to let his boss believe his nerves were getting to him rather than his son. “Yes, I’m so sorry, if you’ll excuse me.”

He pushed the cue cards blindly into John’s hands and stumbled away, the initial warmth of his crush cooling to reveal icy shards of panic. This wasn’t right, he couldn’t have fallen for Virgil. Not in the time it took between their hands and eyes meeting. Besides, he couldn’t bear to imagine the calm, understanding look Mr Tracy would give before pronouncing his judgment. Brains needed this job, he needed to remain focused. He needed to accept that the risks far outweighed the rewards.

‘Unless,’ his traitorous mind whispered, ‘unless he liked you too.’

Brains groaned, his head in his hands, knowing it was true.

A hand fell on his shoulder and he stilled, not wanting to know who’d caught him.

“Got you some water,” said Scott. “And don’t worry, Dad’s sorted the rest.”

“Oh-oh,” said Brains, staring glumly at the glass, held in a steady hand. “Thank you, Scott.”

He didn’t move and after a short uncertain moment, Scott withdrew. He didn’t leave, however, sitting next to Brains and leaning back against the wall. The water sat forgotten on the floor.

“You don’t have to tell me,” he said quietly, and Brains’ insides twisted tighter inside him. “But if you need me, I’m here.”

“Thank you,” said Brains again, his response automatic. “But I should go, I can’t…”

The words twisted his tongue and he exhaled carefully, hardly knowing what he wanted to say. If anything could be said at all.

The hubbub in the next room fell to a hush and both men looked up at the indistinct voice that filled the room next door.

“I hope I haven’t let your father down dreadfully,” said Brains, shoulders heavy in defeat. “I wanted to do this for him.”

Scott snorted. “Like Dad doesn’t know you’ve done plenty. He wanted to give you the credit, that’s all. He’s never liked the way the press try to twist every Tracy Industries product as a ‘Jeff Tracy invention’. But they like their geniuses I suppose.”

“Mr Tracy’s a very intelligent man,” insisted Brains, a loyal streak flaring inside him. “The ideas are all his after all, I merely…”

“…bring them to life?” suggested Scott. “Sure Brains, if it makes you feel better to be out of the spotlight, I won’t judge. But don’t kid yourself into believing Dad could do it without you. He knows that. We all do.”

The words should have made him glow, but Brains’ shoulders only slumped further in defeat.

“Machines are easy,” he said quietly. “People… people need careful reading. And sometimes they hurt you.” He exhaled heavily. “And it’s all too easy to hurt them in return.”

He could hear Virgil’s warm voice, taking over the presentation he should have been giving. The atmosphere seemed to swell with his presence and Brains’ head swam with it, a final indulgence before he put away this moment forever.

The next time he met Virgil Tracy, they’d be co-workers, nothing more.

He turned away, pretending not to see the inscrutable expression on Scott’s face.

“Are you going to be okay?” asked Scott. He jerked his head sideways, watching Brains closely. “Getting home, that is?”

Giving him an opportunity. Giving him an out.

Brains couldn’t bring himself to smile as he lied.

“I’ll be fine.”

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Read Virgil's part here

#yes i kept the intro the same bc the order doesn't matter #brains #hiram hackenbacker #virgil x brains #scott tracy #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #thunderpride

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tanushakyrano · 1 year

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my queer headcanons for TAG!

Scott: either straight or he is bi and repressed. this man has zero free time, he had barely even begun to deal with whatever is going on with his sexuality. he got as far as figuring out he liked girls and decided not to address the rest of it till he had a free moment to think. now he's in his 30s and hasn't got a clue

John: aroace and a trans guy (he/him). i feel like he's content with his life the way it is, with no romantic relationships or anything. he and Penny are in a qpr and he's completely happy with that. i also think he is trans just cause i can

Virgil: bisexual. have you SEEN this man's wardrobe? flannel. cuffed jeans. flannel. docs. rolled up sleeves. flannel. he's dressed like a damn lumberjack, i love him so much. preference towards guys maybe? overall he's very chill about these things

Gordon: identifies as queer 👍 he uses all pronouns! gordon dates pretty people (gender neutral) and doesn't care too much about gender or defining himself by anything. she just does what makes her feel the most comfy with themself

Alan: gay and he/they !! i read 1 fic of him having a crush on brandon and incorporated that fully into my ideology. also the enby headcanon by @galaxygenderfluid

Kayo: she/they ace lesbian. kayo struggles with how she presents and if it undermines their identity as genderqueer. also she and penny are an Item

Lady Penelope: trans she/her lesbian! as a british person who has to deal with the shitshow that is the english nobility, the thought of a publically beloved aristocrat that is both trans and gay is very comforting to me

Brains: demisexual and biromantic. Brains and Moffy are so cute together!!! but so are Brains and Virgil!!! this isn't my only reasoning behind this but it does mean I can justify both ships muhuhaha

Grandma Tracy: she is a bi queen. she went to gay clubs and kissed girls before settling down and having kids

#thunderbirds are go #cora rambles #lgbthunderbirds #scott tracy #john tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #kayo kyrano #lady penelope #hiram hackenbacker #brains #grandma tracy

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pareidoliaonthemove · 2 months

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Left for Dead

Part One

Scott Tracy breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the wheels of the ‘conventional’ jet he was flying left the tarmac.

His never failed to feel lighter once he was no longer touching the earth, but this time the relief was more intense than usual.

As he guided the executive jet – once Jeff’s favourite plane, a sleek long-haul commercial jet that had been the Aviation arm of Tracy Industries flagship product, and dubbed ‘Tracy One’ – exactly through the ‘gateway’ at the end of the runway climb out, the radio crackled to live. The heavily accented English of the Departures Controller for Trondheim Lufthavn gave him his final instructions to clear the Lufthavn’s controlled airspace and join his filed flightpath out of Norway and back to Tracy Island.

He only let himself relax as he hit his cruising speed and altitude, and activated the pre-programmed autopilot.

Reaching back he caught the retractable tray table and dragged it towards him, before picking up his insulated mug, a custom-made gift from Brains that allowed him to ensure he had hot coffee available on a solo flight in the plane.

He couldn’t help glancing back at the safe built into the bulkhead at the back of the cockpit. He still had grave reservations about getting TI involved in the construction of the World Government’s new high-security computer system to be based in Norway; but the World Government had wanted Tracy Industries for their reputation for excellence and security, the TI Board wanted it, and most importantly John wanted it.

Scott tried not to think about the fact that his brother was likely to include a backdoor to the system.

But Scott had been convinced that it was in the best interests of all involved to take the project on, and he had gone to Norway to meet the key personnel and personally take receipt of the plans. TI facilities would produce the various key components and they would be shipped to Tracy Island for construction by one Hiram K. Hackenbacker

Scott sighed, even Brains had been excited by the prospect of getting to look at the designs, and the attendant programming that the hardware would be running. Something about the specifications for the “new ‘unbreakable’ encryption protocols”, and “the next major breakthrough in computing, practically quantum!”

Scott was worried that the two – three if Alan inserted himself into the mix – computer nerds would back-engineer the TOP SECRET computer and incorporate it into International Rescue’s equipment.

When – and Scott was not an optimist when it came to this sort of things, so it was when and not if – the rest of the world figured out that they had that technology, there would be some uncomfortable questions that Scott would be left to try to answer.

And he was resolutely NOT thinking about what Eos could do with all that processing power. Scott had reached a truce with the Space Monitor’s pet AI, but he hadn’t made peace with it … her. She had come dangerously close to killing John, ‘misunderstanding’ or not, ‘self-defence’ or not.

Harming his family was the one sin Scott Tracy could not forgive.

The next hour or so disappeared quietly as Scott brooded on his misgivings, carefully watched the plane’s gauges, and the sky.

Sometime after the onboard computer indicated that it had successfully completed its mandatory handshake with Chinese Air Control Scott stretched, arching his back and spreading his toes within the confines of his shoes. Flying alone was great for relaxation, flying alone long distances however … no matter how good the autopilot, a good pilot never left the controls unmanned.

Tracy One, while fast, was no Thunderbird One. I’m getting soft, Scott thought bemused. Too used to the multiple mach speed of his usual means of transportation.

Settling back into his seat, Scott once more scanned the gauges … only to see them all fade out as the engines whined their rollback to idle and shutdown.

Scott swore, unbelieving, hands once more on the controls, as he quickly hit two buttons, setting his transponder to squawk distress mode, and deploying the RAT, a small drop down wind turbine that dropped from the planes undercarriage and caught the airflow, generating enough power to get some gauges and controls working.

Fingers automatically worked at the controls, reconfigure for maximum glide, run through the midair engine restart procedure. And …

Nothing.

As Scott immediately recommenced the restart, he was on the radio: “Mayday, Mayday, Maday. This is November Tango India Zero One Charlie. Twin engine roll back, loss of power. Attempting restarts. Requesting assistance to squawk location.”

No response. Scott cycled through another engine restart attempt as he waited, nervously watching the altitude numbers seemingly freefall. There was no way he was descending that fast, surely?

Two more attempts at transmitting the mayday resulted in silence. The engines refused to restart.

Scott reached for his collar and swore. The meeting had been so high security even IR’s integrated collar coms were not allowed. And Scott had been in such a hurry to get back to the Island that he hadn’t changed his clothes, only ditching the ordinary – albeit obscenely expensive – coat, suit jacket, tie and cufflinks.

No direct link home. No mid-air rescue for Scott Tracy.

No matter. He could manage.

Abandoning his attempts to restart as the altitude numbers screamed down under the threshold.

His plane was going to kiss dirt. All he could do was make it as gentle as possible.

Scott switched his attention to scanning the ground below him, looking for a suitable space. Thank god he had elected to fly west towards home, meaning he was over the Gobi Desert.

Sand was preferable to water, no matter what Gordon said.

Sand would make for a nice soft runway, provided Scott managed a tail-first. Letting a leading edge dig in would be a disaster. Even with the International Rescue approved safety features retrofitted to the standard executive jet, there wouldn’t be much for his brothers to recover if she dug in and flipped, or windmilled around a wing.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. November Tango India Zero One Charlie. Restart negative. Unpowered landing necessary. Requesting immediate assistance to squawk location.”

Scott breathed carefully, focusing on his search and not the possibilities.

There!

Off in the distance Scott spotted a level area, large enough for the plane to coast to a stop on her belly.

He breathed out, mentally calculated the distance and descent, and carefully reconfigured the plane, setting the ailerons and stomping on the rudder to bring her tail around into the head wind and shed speed: side-slipping. He gently slewed her back the other way, ensuring she maintained the correct heading, but shedding altitude and speed.

This was a dangerous aerial ballet. More so than any dogfight he had been in during his service. One wrong move …

Scott’s hands were sweating on the control yoke. His heartbeat deafened him.

Oh, there was going to be so many lost of control drills for his brothers in the future. It had been too long since they had run any.

His luck held all the way down.

He managed to line up to the long axis of the space, and his tail kissed sand at the edge of the smooth space.

Metal screamed as sand ripped at the undercarriage as Scott gently lowered the length of the plane onto the dirt, and deployed all flaps and slats, increasing the resistance to the air, even as the sand resisted the movement of the hull.

And Scott became a passenger.

He kept his feet at the rudder pedals, trying to keep the plane moving in a straight line. Yaw risked rolling. But it was largely a futile effort, the path was set, determined by physics, geology and … geography!

Scott’s heart leapt into his throat as the plane hurled itself over the top of a rising dune that had been hidden by his approach angle. It was a significant drop down the other side, and the plane had lost enough momentum that it had little aerodynamic power.

The nose fell, and Scott heard yelling.

It took the eternity the plane was falling to realise that it must be him.

Impact was hard.

Metal screamed as sections of the cockpit rushed towards him, dislodged and distorted.

Something above him broke loose, swinging down into his field of vision.

It was the last thing Scott saw.

Notes:

This is Part One of my last Febuwhump Prompt from MariaShades, Part Two will actually address the prompt, but work's been mental, and Scott's been a little shit and really didn't want to crash his plane ... Oh well, better late than never.

And if I post this half, I'll stop faffing around with it and actually write the second half. In theory.

#thunderbirds are go #fanfic #my fanfic #scott tracy #febuwhump2024 #better late than never #plane crash

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gumnut-logic · 1 year

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Lady Thunder

For the ThunderPride asks:

@onereyofstarlight asked:

Scott and Brains and number 13 - Tell you how they'd celebrate Pride?

So I answered with a fic. Perhaps answers for one character more than the other, but there is alway room for more fic :D Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the reassurance :D

Just a scene, really, but more than I've written for weeks.

-o-o-o-

Scott yawned, drawing in breath enough to kickstart his brain again. A hand through his hair, he stood up from his desk and slapped the holoprojector off.

He arched his back until it cracked. Damn, he’d been sitting there far too long.

His watch declared it to be four in the afternoon. Honestly, he knew it from the angle of the sun hitting the villa, but whatever.

That watch also sprouted a tiny holographic version of Virgil. The recording of his younger brother was listing things on his fingers on what not to forget for their celebration in Auckland.

Scott rolled his eyes. Virgil was such a nanny nag at times.

Yes, yes, he could remember to dress correctly. No, he wasn’t going to bring a date this year. Of course he would bring a spare pair of shoes for Gordon, it was standard.

And yes, he would drag Brains out of his…

Scott blinked. He had Brains duty? Virgil usually did that. How the hell had Scott ended up with Brains duty.

He grit his teeth.

Grandma. Only Grandma would be able to manhandle their heavy lifter into doing this.

The guilty expression on tiny Virgil’s face was mixed with sympathy.

Yeah, so much for that comment on Grandma’s oatmeal cookies. For goodness sake, they had been hardtack. He was only being honest.

So she wrangled Brains duty onto him.

Scott wasn’t sure who he should be sorrier for, himself or Brains.

He sighed and let his arm drop, leaving tiny Virgil nattering away, hanging sideways off his wrist.

Brains duty.

Scott was a military veteran, in charge of one of the world’s largest companies, and commander of an elite rescue team.

He could do this.

Yeah.

Right.

But he was also one to look a challenge in the face and beat it with a baseball bat. So he strode off to the elevator to begin the search for his victim.

Perhaps ‘victim’ was probably too strong a word. He loved Brains like a brother and would put his life on the line for their genius without thought, but the last time he had Brains duty, he ended up with lipstick stains on his favourite suit and glitter everywhere.

Everywhere! He was still finding the sparkly stuff in One. Three rescuees just this last year had complained about the glitter on their clothes. He just couldn’t get rid of it. Even Virgil had tried.

Scott secretly thought that perhaps Virgil could keep Two cleaner than One simply because of Two’s lack of velocity. One mached the glitter into her infrastructure and the sparkly shit could never be removed.

Another slow blink as he stepped onto the elevator.

Maybe he had read too many reports today. The insanity had climbed into his brain.

Brains.

He hit the number for the man’s residence and let the elevator take him there.

This was a special time of the year for their friend. Pride was something that was supported by every Tracy and not just because it was the right thing to do. They had friends and family who were involved with the movement, but he had to admit that one Doctor Hiram Hackenbacker was particularly special.

In oh so many ways.

Scott had to admit that, their father meeting Brains for the first time? Had nothing to do with Thunderbirds.

More Thunderpride than anything else.

The entrance to Hiram’s home was as simple as was to be expected. The sticker slapped on the door by a much younger Gordon declared ‘Genius onboard’. It was partly torn at one corner where someone had obviously tried to pry it off with little success.

But the painting on the wall beside the door hinted at more of Brain’s personality than anything else. Half gears and construction, half pink and purple rainbows, Virgil certainly knew how to communicate with his brush.

Scott knocked on the door.

Beyond the wood, he could hear muttering and footsteps and the general chaos he had been expecting. When the door failed to open, he knocked a little harder.

“Brains, are you ready?”

“Scott?” More muttering and fussing behind the door before it was flung open. “You’re here?”

“Ah, yes, that I am.”

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Long false eyelashes darted up and down as Brains looked him over.

“Need to wear the uniform to fly. I’ll get dressed in Parnell.” And glitter, so much glitter. Brains had it on his cheekbones, in his hair and even in his nail polish. One suit down, Scott wasn’t going to trash another any time soon. His IR uniform was able to be incinerated if necessary. “You need any help?”

His friend stepped back. “How do I look?”

Scott’s eyes widened as he looked beyond the glitter. “Wow, you’ve really done it this year.”

“You think?” Hiram, or more correctly, Lady Thunder, twirled on the spot. Heels sparkled in the light beneath layers of taffeta and silk skirts, all in shades of startling pink and purple, sharpening to lightning whites and stormy darks. Full length sleeves disappeared into white gloves to contrast the voluminous dark curls on her head. Purple lipstick, pink eyeshadow and lightning bolts clinging to her earlobes wrapped her up in a dazzling display of personal power.

Scott couldn’t help but stare, his brain caught in admiration. Lady Thunder truly was a freedom for Brains. Joking about glitter aside, this was the one time of the year that it was obvious that their friend could be who he wanted to be. It was as if his costume removed all the pressures of his upbringing, academia, and life in general. Not that the Tracys had ever put any demands on their friend beyond the needs of occupational health and safety. He could be whomever he wanted to be, wherever and whenever as far as the brothers were concerned. But this one time of the year? Lady Thunder was truly let loose. They would fly into Auckland, to their chosen venue and maintain the mystery of who Lady Thunder actually was, and watch her sing on stage, dance, and really just enjoy herself.

It was a glorious sight to see. The world loved her, and really loved the mystery as well.

Honestly, Scott found it a true privilege to be one of the few who did know Hiram for who he and she was.

Really, pretty damned amazing on all fronts.

Despite the glitter.

The blasted glitter.

“Ready to fly?”

“Yes, yes, give me one more moment.” Lady Thunder disappeared into the depths of her rooms hunting something down.

There was no stutter when Lady Thunder spoke. Never a hesitation, never a founder, and honestly that said the most of all.

Scott’s lips curled a little to one side as the Lady darted muttering from one room to another.

He really was honoured to know the both of them.

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #hiram hackenbacker #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #nuttyfic #yay for new fic

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riallasheng · 1 year

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Hello!

For the headcanon game, how about:

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

Fandom/character(s) is up to you.

Thank you!

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

Doing my usual 'several' here ^^

Under the readmore cause BIG XD

Fireball XL5: ☯ Likes - the headcanon that we can toss anything / everything we 'learn' about Steve's family and past in the Flying Zodiacs out the window because not only is that a dream episode... it's VENUS' dream. Which means I get to keep the Century 21 comics canon that Steve's dad was Agent S / Agent Seven of the Universal Secret Service XD ☯ Dislikes - (that Zoonie exits XD) Nah, nah... in all honesty I can't think of a headcanon that I really dislike at the moment? ♥ - The aforementioned 'Steve is the son of Agent S which... well, okay that's actually canon. Hm. Ah. Pulling off the headcanon that Agent 21 and Agent 23 are Penny's parents - the headcanon that Steve is good friends with Penny, and is her big brother in all but blood.

Stingray: ☯ Likes - the headcanon that Marina is actually a bit older that we realize, as Terran years are actually shorter than Marine Years like they are for all other time measurements, and thus Marina is actually ~22 years old, not 19 ☯ Dislikes - That Troy is an idiot or an asshole. He's a solid, heroic and good guy, darn it all. He's got the people skills of a concussed beta fish, but he's actually smart and does his best to help people with no thought of reward. ♥ - Fisher has mostly mended the bridges between himself and his father, but the situation between himself and his mother is horrendous, to the point that his parents divorced over it and Troy actually punched the woman out when she attempted to attack the hospitalized Fisher after the ‎Exocoetus crash (that only Fisher, Gordon, and Holden survived)

Lady Penelope: ☯ Likes - That FAB 1 was rebuilt from the Rolls Royce Penny's father used into it's current 'form', using blueprints for Supercar that Penny managed to stop Steelman from getting on her first real spy mission. Penny was able to ensure that all blueprints were destroyed, and a few weeks later she was given the last set of blueprints by Zizi and Jimmy as thanks for her actions. ☯ Dislikes - That Penny 'isn't really that good of a spy'. Penny is a freaking FANTASTIC spy and she's got the comics and novels (and audio plays) to prove it! XD ♥ - Penny is actually the daughter of Agent 23 and Agent 21. ^^

Thunderbirds 65: ☯ Likes - That the birth order is Scott, John, Virgil, Gordon, Alan. And that Brains (going off the 'actually a teenager' bit of semi-canon) was actually legally adopted by Jeff when Brains was ~15... and that Brains' REAL surname (Hackenbacker is an alias darn it all XD) is Walter, thus giving the show six of the Mercury Seven in the siblings ☯ Dislikes - Except when it's just good fun / joshing (ie when the person saying it is beign sincere) the headcanon that Brains actively dislikes the Tracys ♥ - Both Jeff and Ruth fell into some nasty depressions when Val (Lucille... I've been using the name Val for her for decades XD) and Grant died in the avalanche, and Scott had to step up into the parenting role, as well as doing his best to help his father and grandmother, as a result for a few years. Ruth came out of the depressive spiral first, but it was still 2 years after the event, and Scott had pretty solidly locked himself into the role and even at 15 was stubborn enough that Ruth couldn't really dislodge him, so she just did the best she could to let Scott be a normal teen instead of an adult. Jeff got out of his spiral about a year later

Thunderbirds 04: ☯ Likes - That the helmet we see Virgil wearing during the oil rig rescue is actually standard and USUALLY the boys wear them whenever they aren't in the Thunderbirds so no one knows their identities. (The windows can also be 'polorized' into essentially one way windows and that is the default setting... but this CAN be turned off to allow people outside the craft to see inside ☯ Dislikes - ...hm. Actually can't think of one at the moment ^^;; ♥ - The Belagants are not actually Malaysians by race, although they were all born in Malaysia. Kyrano's father was from Uganda and his mother was british. Onaha's mother was from India and her father was Filipino. The Hood shares his mother with Kyrano, and his father is unknown.

Thunderbirds are Go: ☯ Likes - That iR used to be like TOS IR in that they only responded to the rescues that no one else could do, the current 'suicide run' is RECENT, only two or so years old. ☯ Dislikes - That the tag boys have the same histories as the tos boys... that is that Gordon (who is only 17 or 18 years old so far as I know) served in WASP, and Scott served in the air-force. With iR being a thing for at minimum 9 years prior to the start of the series and Scott involved with iR off the bat (and Gordon's age and involvement for a few years prior to the start of the show) there just isn't a way for the tos pasts / military histories to have occured. MAYBE Scott served for a short while, but Gordon couldn't have given recruitment ages. ♥ - That Penny's father was basically sir Jeremy Hodge from TOS in personality, appearance, etc

Captain Scarlet 67: ☯ Likes - That Scarlet and Brown were not actually dead at the time of their mysteronization, resulting in their odd behavior compared to other Mysteron Agents. (Also, Black was not killed / is not dead and has not been mysterionized, he's just being controlled by the mysterons and is still in his original body) ☯ Dislikes - That Black is a willing ally to the Mysterons instead of their first victim. ♥ - got two that I really love for family. XD Dianne's older brother is Roger Lyon from the Lady Penelope comics (he took up a false name when he joined the secret service and was born Robert Simms) Grey and Black (who both lost their parents in the Atomic Conflict and were sent to America to be raised by someone there) were actually raised by the same man - Grey's godfather, Black's uncle - and the two consider each other to be brothers.

new Captain Scarlet: ...oddly THIS is the hard one XD I don't have a lot of headcanons or know a lot of headcanons for nCS, despite being a longtime fan of it. ☯ Likes - The Mysterons of this universe aren't having a 'War of Nerves', they're just trying to cause as much terror and suffering as possible, toying with humanity before they kill them, and the reason we see the threat levels ramping up in severity as the series goes on is the Mysterons getting pissed that Spectrum keeps STOPPING them. (the og series seems to have rules that the Mysterons must follow in their war of nerves... always informing Spectrum of the next attack, only attacking something / someone once, etc) ☯ Dislikes - That Blue is an idiot. Yes, he is a bit gung-ho and impulsive, but he's DAMNED smart and more than fast enough on his mental feet to get himself out of situations he might get himself INto ♥ - annnnnd I'm stuck ^^;; sorry, I HAVE family headcanons, but I am blanking on them at the moment

#ask game #myladykayo

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tagsecretsanta · 4 years

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So... Anyone for Secret Santa this year?

Putting the feelers out for interest to see if it’s worth running again!

#thunderbirds are go #tag team secret santa #Thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds original series #thunderbirds 2004 #Fanart #fanfic #Scott Tracy #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #Gordon Tracy #alan tracy #kayo kyrano #Brains Hackenbacker #grandma tracy #jeff tracy

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soniabigcheese · 2 years

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#FFF151 Asking for Permission

For @flashfictionfridayofficial

Fanbase: Thunderbirds are Go

General audience

Characters: Brains, Alan Tracy

Brains wiped his hands on a clean rag and stood, smiling proudly at the latest retrofit of Thunderbird Three.

Gosh, it was so tall ... and majestic, it's distinctive scarlet colour, gleaming in the floodlights.

Just as he was about to fold his rag and put it aside, he felt a tug on his jacket. And looked down at the small boy, blond hair and trusting blue eyes.

"Can I fly it?"

Brains was at a loss for words. There's no way this nine year old boy could control such a beast like this gigantic red rocket.

Not having kids of his own, put Brains at a disadvantage. But he always remembered being brought up with good manners.

The proverbial please and thank you. You're welcome - which he only just managed if he slowed down and thought about it.

That stutter of his made talking to others rather tricky. Which is why he preferred to work alone.

Then came the opportunity of a lifetime .. and a transfer to a remote island where he could invent whatever he wanted.

And despite the genial nature of his most generous boss - Jeff Tracy, Brains always asked permission to use whatever equipment was available.

He was always told ...

"You don't need to ask... its all yours to do as you wish."

And now ... Jeff's youngest son was standing there asking permission to fly this red rocket.

He took a deep breath and focused on his words.

"You ... you'll ... have ... have ... to ... ask your father."

Alan blinked, studying this bespectacled engineer with a funny way of talking, swung his arms around and swiped his hand across his nose.

"I will," he said, rocking on his feet, "but we have to wait until he gets back home. He is on a super cool rescue mission! Bye!"

And with that ... he was gone, skipping and tripping over his untied sneakers.

#thunderbirds are go #brains hackenbacker #alan tracy #flash fiction friday

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tinytracys · 1 year

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The Tiny Tracys (and special guests) star in:

The Vines of Doom

One sunny afternoon, Professor Moffat took a walk in the lab gardens to recite her fractal tables and calm her nerves after an unfortunate incident involving the newly built Superlative Hadron Collider and a misdirected shipment of hair dye…

John: International Rescue we have a situation…

Brains: W-Wait, is that… M-M-MOFFIEEE!!! 😧

The rescue gets underway. Brains has come along to supervise and wail pitifully at key moments of tension

Scott: Relax, Brains, this will be a piece of cake, it’s only a few plants…

OH.

Scott: Hey bro, could do with a hand up here. It’s like these twisty menaces are sentient. What could have made them act this way?

*mysterious cackling*

*wailing*

Virgil: Ok big bro let’s laser you out of there and get back to saving Brains’ sweetheart.

Don’t worry Professor, they’ll free you in no time.

Virgil: Soooo, new hair?

I don’t think she wants to talk about it, Virg…

Professor Moffat is gently lowered to safety and a very emotional Dr Hackenbacker

Brains: I-I hope you’re o-ok? Your h-hair is v-very impressive.

Meanwhile, Kayo is enjoying her favourite hobby - ruining The Hood’s plans…

Kayo: Killer plants, really, uncle? You might regret “tangling” in horticulture, you know

Who could have predicted this?

Kayo: Lovely to catch up but I’ve got to dash. Why don’t you “hang around” here for the GDF?

*angry squawking noises*

Later, while the big bros reason with the groundskeeper about digging up the deadly vines, the little bros are catching some rays before the flight home…

Alan: Wow Gordy, it’s so peaceful here…

*more mysterious cackling*

The Hood: the GDF will never hold me, I disguised myself as a vine. I am a genius, none of you can stop my evil plans!

Gordon: Alan, look out! I think he’s going to start villian-monologuing!

Alan: Aaaagh, surely there is nobody who can save us now? We’re doomed!

John descends from space in his high tech space elevator

John: Your speeches are terrible.

The Hood’s schemes are thwarted again. He was taken for another short holiday at the GDF’s most desolate prison facility.

The boys return to Tracy Island, adding vines to the growing collection of weird phobias experienced by International Rescue.

#thunderbirds are go #tiny tracys #thunderbirds #thunderbirds action figures #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #alan tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #brains (thunderbirds)#Professor Moffat #the hood #sentient plants #oh nooo #small scale peril

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tracybirds · 11 months

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ack, I was determined to get this finished up tonight before sleeping even though I already missed the genderqueer and genderfluid day for @thunder-pride but no matter! I'm not doing a readthrough bc oof i need to be asleep so any typos I missed I will fix up tomorrow morning <;33

Brains is making some upgrades to the iR suits, both for trans Gordon but also a little bit for himself....I hope you enjoy <333

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“Hey, Brains?”

“Y-yes, Gordon?”

The reply was automatic, Brains only half listening as he frowned and bent down over his workbench. Pieces of fabric and electronic parts were scattered in all directions, but his careful hands never hesitated as he worked on the newest upgrades to their suits.

“Do you think you could upgrade the hydrophonics system on Four?”

Brains looked up and blinked. If there was one constant across his career as an engineer, it was that interruptions always came at the moments that required the most delicacy.

They never seemed to occur during the more tedious moments of maintenance, or when he was merely adding final details that added nothing to the function. Always, always it was in a moment of inspiration, of innovation, of climatic concentration.

And if there was one constant across his time with the Tracy family, it was that the unexpected requests almost always were worth listening to.

He carefully lay the soldering iron aside and switched off the power.

“Why? Is it for someone’s research project, because I’ve told you before I’m not comfortable releasing data that could make the true scope of Thunderbird Four public.”

“No, no not that,” said Gordon, but his expression grew sheepish within seconds. “Okay, so maybe I haven’t thought about it fully yet, I just had the idea and I dunno, there’s just something inside me saying we’re gonna need it soon.”

Brains sighed. “Your squid sense?”

“Squid sense,” confirmed Gordon, hoisting himself up onto the bench in the little kitchenette opposite Brains. “Sound travels in water and greater sensitivity to the hydrophones, along with improved analysis systems, could help us pinpoint compromised structures much faster.”

“We’d need to develop a wider network to ensure we could triangulate the position,” murmured Brains, pulling up a holoscreen and beginning to type furiously. “Higher sensitivity means nothing if we can’t pinpoint the origin of anything we hear and the satellite array can’t penetrate deep enough. John, can you send me data for the current GDF ocean monitoring stations?”

“On it,” said John’s voice immediately. The family were well used to Brains’ sudden leaps in intuition and habit of requesting seemingly unrelated information without any preamble. “How high in classification do you need?”

“High enough to cover the oceans with a max radius around each station of 3000km.” Gordon’s face fell and Brains shook his head in response. “I’m not risking higher, International Rescue is already on shaky territory. Janus isn’t the only GDF operative who wants control over us and we mustn’t give them a reason to seize control.”

“You sound like Scott,” said Gordon, still pouting.

Brains hid a smile, torn between embarrassment and satisfaction.

“Done,” interrupted John, saving Brains from having to reply. “Anything else?”

“No, thank you John,” said Brains, nodding at him and running through the list. “Future project, I’ll let you know when it develops further. I suspect we’ll need a program.”

“Well, you have my number,” said John with a faint smile. “Gordon, you should rest while you can; there’s a storm system starting to intensify in the Northwest Pacific and we’ll need to be standing by if it makes landfall.”

“Sure thing, John,” said Gordon. “I’ve been practicing sleeping with my eyes open, getting real good at it now.”

Brains filed the proposal away, linking the compiled data and saving it into the folder containing all the suggested improvements that had been mentioned over the years. The folder for Thunderbird Four was at least twelve times bigger than the others, containing everything from more manoeuvrable propellers – “Brains, I’m sick of three-point-turning my way out of tight spots” – to the more impractical vacuum floor – “like the opposite of an air hockey table, it’ll be fantastic for cleaning up!” – and lots more besides. Gordon never seemed to mind that the vast majority of his ideas never came to fruition.

“What’re you working on now?” asked Gordon, peering down at the gear. “Increased frost tolerance? Electric self defence? Automatic Hood Destructor-nator?”

“Nothing so violent, I can assure you,” said Brains. “Sit down and do your ‘eyes open’ sleep while I finish this, then I’ll show you.”

“Right-o,” said Gordon with a smart salute and ridiculous grin. “Wake me up when you’re ready.”

Gordon didn’t sleep, but he didn’t talk either and left Brains to his work, fiddling with his holo-device and playing some sort of farming simulator. The hours ticked by and the circuitry inched closer to completion was every passing minute.

Finally, Brains lifted the suit, passing his hand carefully over the new display he’d added to the right breast.

Gordon seemed to know instinctively that he was done, or he’d been paying more attention than Brains had realised, because he jumped up at once.

“Oh cool!” he enthused, clapping Brains on the back. “What’s it for? You gave John lasers, do we all get that upgrade now?”

“No, this is something quite different,” said Brains quietly.

Gordon sobered immediately, taking in Brains’ serious look.

“Tell me more,” he said in the same gentle tone he used with the children he rescued.

Brains reached down to the wrist controls, and swiped to the new display containing personal information.

“I thought you might like to be able to make your pronouns more accessible. They’ll auto-translate according to region and languages heard by the radio receiver.”

He looked up, to see Gordon’s mouth moving without speaking, and flushed. “I’m sorry Gordon, I realise I may have overstepped. I’m sure you have more important things to worry about in the field, I just… know…”

Here Brains trailed off, his words somehow stuck in his throat.

“You just know what?” asked Gordon, his voice huskier than normal and to Brains’ horror he found his friend was fighting back tears.

“Oh my, I didn’t mean… that is I just thought that…” Flustered, Brains froze, halfway between stammering an apology and wishing very hard that the floor would open up and allow the earth to swallow him. He’d never wanted to put Gordon in such a position, and still he seemed lost for words.

Before he could make his excuses however, Gordon wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in tight for a hug. Brains squeaked, trying to escape and collect himself, but he soon realised that Gordon needed the contact and that the strange hiccupping noises were actually sobs.

“I’m sorry,” he said regretfully, wishing he’d never decided to make the addition a surprise, wishing he’d conducted his usual thorough process of consultation.

“Gordon laughed – a wet, warm chuckle against Brains’ neck – and pulled away. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” he said. “Happy tears, I promise. You’re right, getting misgendered mid mission’s not exactly forefront of my worries, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. I hadn’t realised how much until you gave me a way to communicate it, that’s all.”

Brains smiled, still feeling awkward. He’d gotten used to Gordon’s wildly swinging emotions over the years, but he still found their intensity unsettling and he breathed deep and slow as he straightened his shirt.

“Yes, well, I’m glad to do it.”

“Really, Brains,” said Gordon earnestly. “Thank you. You always seem to know which problems need solving before we even realise there’s an issue. This means a lot.”

Now was his moment, Brains knew. He had a perfect opening, with the one person who would understand better than anyone, so why was his knees knocking together in sudden fear?

“I-I…” he began, then swallowed past the sudden ache in his throat. “I s-suppose, that is…”

Gordon grabbed his elbow and steered him towards the sofa.

“No rush,” he said. “But sit down, you look like you might throw up.”

Brains breathed in deep, running through steady counts again as he inhaled and exhaled.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about pronouns,” he finally said, his voice more a squeak than the steady calm he’d practiced in the mirror. “And how maybe… I mean…”

He wanted to say it so badly but the words wouldn’t form.

“Did you want us to use different pronouns for you?” asked Gordon, eyes wide. “We can do that, I mean no sweat, everyone did for me and I must have changed them a thousand times before I felt I knew myself well enough and even then sometimes ‘he’ doesn’t fit right, and you’ve all been really good about it, so I get it and you don’t have to worry and–”

“Gordon,” interrupted Brains. “P-please, let me speak.”

Gordon feel silent at once, his ears flushing red with embarrassment.

“I don’t know how to describe how I feel right now,” said Brains, looking at his hands. “Gender feels so far away here. Every day that passes, I feel more and more like myself and less and less like the son my family expected.”

“You don’t have to know,” said Gordon. “You can take your time, try things out. Maybe you’ll find you like being a guy best and that’ll be okay too. Nothing wrong with exploring a little.”

Brains nodded quickly.

“Yes, exactly,” he said. “I want to find out for myself, that’s what I mean.”

“Cool,” said Gordon with a lopsided grin. “I mean that’s so cool, Brains. Anything spring to mind?”

Here, he hesitated again, thinking carefully. He’d never been one to leap forward blindfolded, had always taken the path most carefully considered, but here all roads seemed to diverge into equal uncertainty.

He had Gordon though, who’d walked this road before, Gordon and the rest of his family, all cheering for Brains as he took the first step and the next and the next.

“I think I want to try agender,” he said. “Not worry about it, go with the flow. Try using they/them perhaps?”

“Go with the flow,” repeated Gordon , drawing out the vowel as he danced in his seat. “I like it.”

“Yeah,” said Brains, trying on their new perspective for the first time. “It is very new for me, isn’t it?”

Their facial expression changed at once.

“Oh help, I’m not a go with the flow person, what am I doing?”

“Relax,” said Gordon, cuffing their shoulder. “You don’t have to change yourself to use new pronouns. Nothing wrong with reflecting or being steady. It’s about finding who you are in the midst of the eddies, right?”

Brains exhaled and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ve got this.”

#gordon tracy #brains #hiram hackenbacker #thunderbirds are go #thunderpride #sometimes i fic #featuring my fave headcanon of the fam just casually hang out with brains in his workshop just bc #and he loves them all so much #brains is part of the family and i cry T.T #like the tracys themselves aren't found family but they also def are for brains T.T #they found him and he found them and i just love <3333 #okay i'll stop being sappy and go to bed lol #goodnight <3 #edit: actually you know what i've forgotten to do: put in brains' stutter bc it's ussually my last step #so i can maintain some consistency with his voice #darn brains' stammer is important to meeee for reasonsss #i will have to edit tomorrow #to ot of it now #pretend for me please and thank you <3

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