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social media’s in a nutshell, but the people who actually use them.

Twitter: So did I you know your an awful person?

also twitter: Racism, racism, racism, sexism, your best friend talking about a dog they saw, sexism, sexism, homophobia, homophobia, homophobia, transphobia, NSFW art from a mutual, transphobia, transphobia, and then the worst take in the history of worst takes by some 13 year old or maybe it was actually 30 something you can’t tell.

YouTube: “why YouTube has become a capitalist hellhole for anyone who dares speak about anything not consumer friendly: A video essay” 4 hours and 50 minutes long, 40,895 views.

also YouTube: “me and my friend are mermaids btw here’s how to do the mermaid spell! Easy in 1 step!” 26 minutes long.

also also YouTube: “I COMMITED TAX FRAUD AND TRIED TO OUTRUN THE AUTHORITIES CHALLENGE 24 HOUR CHALLENGE PART 1 OF 279” 10 minutes long and has almost a billion views.

also also also YouTube: “beheading” 13 minutes long, with 1,600 views.

ALSO ALSO ALSO ALSO YouTube: “HUGGY WUGGY TOILET NAKED VORE?” 20 minutes long, 8 million views.

4chan: be me> sexless loser> finds amazing wonderful woman who loves me for me> she’s fat> keep her until someone else comes> me and her do exercise and eat better> she becomes 100/10> gets married> has kids> love of my life>

also 4chan: ROBOTS, /B/ WE MUST UNITE THIS FUCKER BLENDERED A CAT WE MUST KILL HIM>

THAT (insert string of slurs) WILL GET WHAT’S COMING TO HIM>

FOUND HIS ADDRESS AT 404 CATBLENDER MAN STREET>

AUTHORITIES CALLED I GOT THE RSPCA AT THE HOUSE LETS GO /B/ FUCK YEAH THIS IS A WIN FOR ALL THE ROBOTS LETS GO>

also also 4chan: *the most graphic picture you have ever seen that haunts your soul and your life you will never be the same* hey /b/ look what I found>

also also also 4chan: guys, *insert the most out of pocket slur filled green post you hav ever seen* and that’s why I think (insert minority) are degenerates>

tiktok: *video of hatsune miku dancing with the caption* it’s not okay to encourage ED$ instead be kind and respectful and not be f@tphobic and @blei$t

also TikTok: *a video plays before quickly cutting out replaced with a new one* YOU ARE MAKING PEOPLE UNALIVE THEMSELVES WITH THIS TIKTOK GET HELP TRANS PEOPLE AREN’T GŘOÖMËRS AND PDFILES YOU ARE AWFUL!

also also TikTok: *a video plays of a montage of red and black text* you never saw me as real, you never saw me. I’m going to k1ll myself soon, life is too hard my parents have taken away my ps5 and my phones I am making this on my friends phone. Good bye cruel world.

also also also TikTok: *dangerous things happen in quick succession* “so that’s how you do a deep clean of your home!” comments : girly😭 NO you can’t use 🔥 on wooden floorboards 😰

comments: 💀💀💀 bro’s using chemical weapons to clean her sink💀💀💀

Comments: BLEACH IN YOUR FISHTANK? GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL YOUR BF’S DISCUS😬

comments: okay you did so many things wrong here and genuinely I’m surprised your are still alive-1

Cleangirly: no it was pretty safe idk what you mean🤷‍♀️

Comments:WHAT DO YOU MEAN SAFE? YOU SET A FIRE TO CLEAN THE FLOORBOARDS?-2

Also also also ALSO TikTok: *a video explaining why if you hate the color blue your a narcissist* yeah anyone who hates blue is a big red flag girlies

Tumblr: “guys penis” 1 million notes

also tumblr: *a long post explaining the intricacies of sexuality, sexism, the queer identity, toxic masculinity, and how colonialism and racism plays into it.* so yeah long post whoops.

reblog: *the most loaded toxic reblog you have ever seen* woman should all be killed.

reblog: *starts out making some form of sense then devolves* ALL MEN ARE RAPISTS AND SHOULD BE PUT TO DEATH NOW

reblog: *a story relating heavily to the post, which makes the original post better by its addition* so yeah some other re blogs are missing the point but you really put my experience into words thank you <3

reblog: *a picture of the tags filled with the weirdest take you have ever seen* Uhh who are you and can you leave tumblr? Thanks?

also also tumblr: gifly the gif, share gifly the gif because look at him *mindbogglingly fast images flash*

Quora: “why is the sky blue?”

answer 1: because god made it that way in his infinite wisdom

answer 2: because *long winded but concise explanation on how it works* I have a doctorate in this subject.

awnser 3: Long story short, it’s not blue it’s the ozone or something.

Facebook: “meemaw want to add you as a friend” *presses yes, anyone you have ever known tangentially appears in the Facebook friends page*

Also Facebook: “Gerald is my husband who I love”

Comments: that’s nice Geraldine, happy anniversary

Comments: *long winded conspiracy theory* that’s why the illegals want to rule the world and destroy us all

also also also Facebook: *random 5minute crafts video* TOP TEN LIFE HACKS FOR COOKING!

comments: oh what an amazing video! -Geraldine

comments: YOU CAN MAKE THE POPPED CORN WITH A COKA COLA CAN?

comments: I am showing this to my dear wife Geraldine. -Gerald

omegle: *video starts live-streaming and you see an older man’s cock* “…” “…” “you 13?” “…” *ends chat*

also Omegle: *you and a guy talk for ages* that was awesome here’s my socials! See you soon friend!

reddit: “why the Reddit mods are power hungry” *it is a screenshot of a screenshot talking about mod abuse.* “REDDIT WANTS US SILENT WE MUST FIGHT!” *deleted post*

also Reddit: “top ten anime wifus in (PEDO BAIT SHOW) and why I’d fuck them”

also also Reddit: “how do you fix a bolted screw valve on a pressure cooker…”

Vine: *5 seconds of comedy*

#-pop #My post #social media #Funny #memes #Omegle #tumblr #YouTube #twitter #reddit #Vine #Qoura #TikTok

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Fic: Variegated

Summary: They shared a craft, but approached it differently. Crafty!FishTank

Characters: Gordon, Virgil

Words: 3,300

A/N: This is what happens when you start to explore what kind of crafters these two are. Let's be honest, I wrote this completely self-indulgently, but if for some reason this inspires you, 1) please enjoy the image of Gordon and Virgil with bags of yarn and 2) know there's absolutely no right way to craft. The most fun thing to do is to do what makes you happiest.

Single day write, so be warned.

I'll do an AO3 post eventually, but for now just for you, tumblr.

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Variegated

“You know you want to.”

“No, Gordon. Not right now.” His brother was incessant. Though they were busy finishing up a rescue, he wouldn’t leave Virgil alone about the strip of stores across the street from where they’d parked Two. International Rescue was known to occasionally take a detour to collect takeout after a mission, but it was not time to shop. They still had work to do, and Gordon was the worst distraction.

They were finishing a rescue at a mall complex, which for entirely avoidable reasons had been about to collapse with two thousand occupants inside. The design flaw in its foundations frustrated Virgil to no end. The lack of safety protocols was enough to rival Fischler. Except there were tried and true blueprints for super structures like the one they’d just evacuated, so there was no excuse. Fischler was annoyingly careless; this was just deliberately built to be unsafe.

Even though they’d saved all of the families inside, Virgil’s blood boiled knowing just how many people had been put in danger. And, for what! Nothing but a money-saver.

Scott had been amazing coordinating with the local emergency services, while John and Eos had worked on comparing their scans of the building to the final designs that were filed, identifying the weak spots for them to secure. Gordon and Alan had made quick work of that at Virgil’s direction, and once the three of them were done they joined Scott for the evacuation efforts. The seals would only give them more time, not hold the building forever, so time was of the essence still.

His brothers were awesome today. Yet, Virgil couldn’t find it in himself to be happy over the job well done. Not when people like that were still out in the world, making irresponsible decisions, making it just that much harder to be available for the unavoidable whims of the planet.

“You know John’s going to find them, right?” Gordon slid up beside him, wiping his hands on a rag before wiggling his way into Virgil’s space at the pod controls. He selected the disassembly button, and turned towards him, knowingly. “I’d be surprised if their license isn’t already revoked.”

Virgil grunted, but it was swallowed all too quickly by the thundering shriek of metal as the building gave in to its final shudder. Onlookers were taking video in awe, shop owners whose wares were still inside were watching with fear and horror, emergency services were turned away to keep the crowd back but still jumped in surprise at the sound, and the International Rescue operatives observed solemnly from their positions at the inevitable.

Virgil closed his eyes at the echo. No one had been hurt.

“Al, do me a favor and go shadow Scott in One.” Gordon’s voice sounded like it was coming from underwater.

“F-A-B.” Alan’s footsteps faded away quickly.

And they were alone. Not only that, but Virgil also realized, once he opened his eyes, that he felt the floor of Two’s cargo-pod under his backside. His legs must’ve given out on him.

“Are you ok?” Gordon, sitting beside him with his arms extended behind him to prop himself up, nudged his shoulder lightly. “Talk to me, big guy.”

“Yes,” he said honestly. “I’m angry.”

“I can tell.”

“People are terrible.”

“Oh, come on now, V. You know you don’t believe that.” His gaze was locked away from him, and Virgil followed it towards the crowd of people hugging each other after their ordeal and comforting the shop owners whose livelihoods had been devastated.

He breathed deeply, feeling the dust settle in his heart as it fell towards the ground safely away from them. “No, I know,” he sighed.

“I think we’ve both seen enough destruction for one day.” He hopped back onto his feet and offered Virgil a hand up. “What do you say?”

Virgil accepted it. “About what?”

Gordon waggled his eyebrows at him. “You know. Creating.” The blond pointed across the street towards the row of shops where patrons were starting to head back inside after the excitement outside. “I’ve been trying to get you to go with me, but you kept blowing me off. You know you need it.”

He shook his head. They couldn’t just shop after a rescue. There was debrief; he needed to get the dust off his girl. “Gordon, I don’t think-”

“I need it too, Virg.” Gordon bounced on his feet. It was the lack of begging puppy-dog-eyes that convinced him of the sincerity, the sigh of relief when Gordon noticed Virgil’s expression soften.

Twist my arm, he thought. The frown that had forged creased into his forehead eased as his smile lifted into a grin at his brother’s enthusiasm. “Fine.” Virgil uncrossed his arms while Gordon whooped. “We can go to the yarn store.”

~*~

They drew everyone’s gaze when they entered, the little bell above the door chiming to herald their arrival. They still had the return journey ahead of them, so though they had washed up from the rescue, they changed back into one of their spare uniforms. Virgil was regretting that decision as the cashier’s eyes took in their iR blues, the baldrics that really had no sense being brought into a place of retail.

“Maybe we should change,” he mused. It would’ve been more time changing back and forth, but for the sake of everyone’s comfort level, it might have been better off. John was the one that encouraged uniforms until everyone was home. That was the official end of any mission by his and Scott’s definition. No sooner.

Virgil pulled at his collar from the scrutiny. But his little brother, unaffected in the slightest by the staring, bounded in and hadn’t heard Virgil’s discomfort.

“Uh - Hi, how can I help you today?” One of the saleswomen asked, grabbing Gordon’s attention on the way towards the wall of variegated skeins. She’d gathered her composure quickly, Virgil had to give her that. Gordon eased the tension in the room with his most winning smile. Once the employees realized they weren’t there for danger reasons, they returned back to what they were doing before the two rescuers had entered. A few patrons were sat around a circular table working on their WIPs - works in progress. The man who had halted in caking up a skein for a customer slowly began winding again to rotate the wooden swift that held the threads of bright pink. Virgil felt their eyes watching them still though, the curiosity in the space so strong he could taste it.

Gordon had long since abandoned him to discuss colorways with a sales person, so Virgil shifted on his feet and focused on taking in the display.

The store was sorted by yarn weight, brand, and then finally to Virgil’s great pleasure, color. The display itself evoked the threads of inspiration, of artwork that explored shades and spectrums. Where he’d been tightly swirling on the grays and metallics of unsafe structures, the array of blue-into-green-into-yellow and on, was just what he needed to loosen that coil around his mind. To dissipate the stress of his anger with the grand possibilities of color.

Art supplies always gave him the same boost of inspiration, but there was just something about the yarn store with its colors prominent that immersed him fully into his ideas.

They’d been meaning to go anyway. That was one of the reasons Gordon had been so determined to drag him in here. Though they both needed supplies for their holiday gifts, the number of rescues had kept them both busy with no down time anticipated for a few more weeks. Of course, they had time until Christmas - but depending on the project, they would need most of that time. Often, Virgil started in the winter - months ahead - to prepare for Christmas summer. Gordon was a bit more rebellious with deadlines.

At the back wall, he was holding up a speckled blue against a variegated orange. Gordon was a bit more rebellious about a lot of things.

Virgil shook his head, and scanned the store for worsted weight, then approached, eyeing up the different greens that had caught his attention.

He and Gordon had an arrangement when it came to homemade yarn gifts. Both were aware of their own inspirational whims, so it was nothing too organized or controlled. But if either of them had an idea for one of their family members, they would always share so as not to overlap their gifts too much during the season. And their family members saw how involved the homemade gifts were, so they didn’t press or make requests. Virgil was grateful their family members were so understanding and grateful. Last year, Virgil had made Kayo a cashmere scarf in a shimmery peridot that matched her eyes, and Gordon had made Alan a chevron pillow cover.

He didn’t know yet what Gordon was planning for this year, or who for; this early on Gordon probably didn’t even know. Where Virgil planned in advance and had his patterns in mind when he went to the shop, Gordon would find a color that grabbed his attention first, then plan.

This year, Virgil was far in his pattern design for a cable sweater for John. When out of uniform it could get cold up on Five, and even when he was home, his body temperature would fluctuate as part of readjusting to Earth. The length of his stay often made him prone to colds, so even though the Island was a bit on the warmer side, John gave Virgil an excuse to explore winter garments.

With winter on the mind, he picked up and admired a dark gray that, upon closer inspection, danced with subtle blues and greens. It was stormy and evocative, and oh, so soft. Though Virgil felt it pull him into the depths of a lakeside forest, it wasn’t the kind of green he was looking for. He replaced it back on its hook.

If he admitted it, he’d been looking online at various greens for a while, though no holo screen would replace getting the chance to squeeze the fibers.

“Gordon?” he called, looking around for his brother, a few hanks held close to his chest. He’d selected a scattering of greens he thought would be good for John’s sweater. One was a more olive green, similar to the peridot he’d gotten last year for Kayo just with more brown; one was a teal - maybe not as much John’s style with how bright it was, but it would match his eyes; and the last was a pine green with just enough blue undertone to complement the red of John’s hair. Though they were all the same weight they all were different brands. “Can you come feel these?”

He knew which one he favored based on color alone, but he valued Gordon’s opinion. John was as sensitive to certain textures as Gordon. For John, it was due to how quickly he could bruise, and the softer the fabric the better, especially since the cables would make his piece more rigid by nature. For Gordon, certain types of cotton reminded him too much of the gritty texture of the blankets at the hospital. During that time, touch became the most important sensation to ground him, and those preferences he carried with him long after he’d healed. If Gordon was going to spend a length of time with a yarn, he wanted to enjoy the way it felt in his hands or else it wasn’t worth the suffering.

“Gimme, gimme,” Gordon agreed. In the time that Virgil was comparing greens, Gordon had managed to procure and fill a shopping basket with an array of chaotic colorways which he slid into the crook of his arm while he reached for the options Virgil had found.

The olive green was quickly set to the side once he squeezed at it, but the other two Gordon squished in each of his hands for a few moments to compare.

“What do you think?”

“The turquoise is softer,” - Virgil knew better than to correct him on the colors as he handed it back to him - “but you like this spruce-y green better for him, don’t you?”

He did. It was a softer shade, and as soon as he saw it he knew just how dreamy it would look against the cable pattern he’d designed. Virgil nodded, “I was afraid of that. Is it it too rough, you think?”

Gordon was looking away further down the wall, then grabbed his arm to pull him away from the display. Virgil barely had time to replace the olive green back on the wall, following with the teal while Gordon lifted the darker color against another display. “Can you adjust your pattern down to DK?” he asked, triumphantly pushing into his hands a skein only slightly darker than his preferred color, but in the brand of the softer yarn.

“Yeah, of course.” The new yarn was soft against his fingertips. He was already mentally calculating the math involved, while the image in his mind immediately started to take shape with the new shade. “I’ll need more yarn.”

Gordon flagged down the saleswoman he’d befriended earlier, then grabbed the teal from him to return the medium weights back where they found them. Gordon already had a much more complete picture of the store it seemed. The worsted weights must’ve kept his attention far longer than Virgil realized.

“Any chance you have a sweater quantity of this?” he inquired once the shopkeeper approached and asked how she could help. She smiled warmly at him, much more comfortable with their presence this time around.

She took his selection away to look in the back at their stock.

“Wanna see what I found?” Gordon enthused while they waited. He led them to the table, nodding in greeting to the women at the table as they sat. One of them was crocheting up what looked like a granny stripe shawl with a color-changing yarn, and the other was knitting a baby-sized cardigan in a soft yellow. Both smiled at them, then turned back towards their projects.

Gordon plopped the basket on the floor between them, and chose first a mostly purple colorway. But in true Gordon-fashion, the violet also had flashes of yellow and pink interspersed along the twisted hank. “I’ve got a few of these for a shawl for Grandma.”

Virgil wiggled his finger between one of the strands, observing the way the colors fell. The purple wasn’t exactly solid either, and the yellow especially looked splashed in. It was definitely eye-catching in the display, but there was no way to imagine exactly what it would look like worked up, he admitted.

“That’s the fun of it,” Gordon beamed, admiring the second skein of the color.

“Are you going to knit or crochet it?” Virgil asked, handing the yarn back. He laughed fondly at just how much fun Gordon had with color, and in a way that was entirely different than his own style. Random would have driven him crazy, while Gordon thrived in the color journey.

“Crochet. I think I’m going to lean into the granny of it all.” He nodded towards the woman making exactly that, who likely inspired the idea.

Gordon’s version of the shawl was going to look like chaos.

Grandma was going to love it.

“What’s this one?” Virgil leaned over to select a much more muted blue. There was only one of it in his basket.

“It screams Scott, don’t you think?” The main tone was cobalt, heathered with gray.

“What are you going to make with it?”

“Dunno yet,” he shrugged. “Something small. Fingerless mitts maybe. For the next time he goes spelunking in a radioactive mine.”

Virgil snorted.

“Right.” It hadn’t been funny at the time; Scott would’ve been sick as a dog if not for Brains’ ingenuity. Still it hadn’t dissuaded him from wearing the fingers free version of their uniform. The idea was very Scott. Pleased, Gordon returned it to his basket.

Virgil was nervous the shopkeeper hadn’t yet returned from the back. If they didn’t have the sweater quantity he needed, he probably could just order it. But now, with the excitement of finding the right yarn for his pattern, he desperately wanted to be able to bring it all home with him.

Although he didn’t have a pattern in mind for anything else, Gordon sent him off to explore the fingering weight yarn anyway for the sake of keeping his mind busy. Virgil hadn’t had the chance to see the rest of the store the way Gordon had, and as he ambled from wall to wall, he saw a few of the colorways that had taken Gordon’s fancy.

This was such a special hobby to share between the two. Although Virgil had learned yarn crafts early in his life, Gordon hadn’t picked up a crochet hook (or knitting needle) until he was an adult. There was a part of Virgil that would always feel a sense of pride in anything his brother created, knowing that he’d given him the bare bones to learn the craft. The rest had been him, and having the ability to create something had given Gordon a world of possibility when the colors of the world seemed muted and stalled. He made his own sunlight with golden yellow, covered white walls with rainbows.

The shopkeeper was successful at finding more of his yarn in the back, and she graciously offered to keep it behind the counter while they continued looking around the store.

The subject of his thoughts himself had discovered the stickers among the notions at the front of the store, laughing fully at the puns that only really made sense to others in the craft.

It had been a while since they’d made anything for each other, he realized. John’s sweater would have to be his primary focus, but in the moments of Gordon cackling, Virgil found himself inspired to capture his exuberance for him this season. Even if it meant working in a way that was outside his comfort zone.

“Gordon!” He waved him over again. “Pick out a skein,” Virgil offered, gesturing towards the fingering weight. No matter Gordon’s selection, he’d be able to work out a sock pattern - and Gordon loved a good chaos sock or five.

“Ohh! Yes!”

Unsurprisingly, Gordon returned quickly with a self-striping swirl of neon yellow with coral orange and soft cyan. Virgil tucked it under his arm, and once Gordon returned to the notions section, he also selected a complementary blue for the offsetting heel, toe, and cuff.

Figuring they’d been at it long enough, Virgil finished up at check out and waited for Gordon by the front once all his yarns had been purchased and bagged up. The blond glanced up for him and practically skipped over to him to show him a sticker with a hen wearing a sweater. “It’s a yarn chicken!”

“Yeah, you’re getting that,” Virgil demanded, taking it from his hand and placing it carefully in the shopping basket. As he did so, he noticed the stormy green he’d been eyeing for himself earlier, clashing with the purples of Grandma’s shawl-to-be. They’d had a similar idea, and Gordon, seeing him catch sight of it, tapped the side of nose purposefully.

Virgil fielded Scott’s anxious call while Gordon finished purchasing his selections, exchanging his shopping basket for his own bag of yarn goodies. The little bell rang as they left the building, and they walked back to the lot across the street where Thunderbird Two was parked amidst flashing sirens, caution tape, and collapsed metal.

Gordon wiggled his way under his arm, beaming and bouncing. “Better, right?”

Virgil ruffled his hair. “Yeah,” he admitted. “This whole thing is less under my skein.”

A beat. Virgil grinned at himself.

“Oh my GOD, stop.”

The End

End Note: I've written Virgil teaching Gordon yarn crafts in "In Stitches" if you are interested. Angst.

#Gavii Scribit #for the love of fishtank #gordon tracy #virgil tracy #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds are go fanfiction

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