#scott tracy playlist

[edutainer2022]

@lenfantdeverone , @idontknowreallywhy, @janetm74 I don't think Spotify is available in my country, so I did it longhand - just went through my mp3 playlist, trawling for everything that is "Scott" in my head (themes, lyrics, vibes, something he would like, something that goes along with some headcanons or Scott fics I read) - there's no system, but there IS a rather recognizable pattern, I guess:

Nothing_Breaks_Like_a_Heart_(Mark Ronson)

Imagine Dragons - Believer

paul_mccartney_-_hope_of_deliverance

P!nk - Try

kate-bush-Running-up-that-hill

one republic-I-aint-worried

Nickelback - Million Miles An Hour

Nickelback  -  If Today Was Your Last Day

Daniel Powter - Bad Day

Sky Full of Song (Florence & The Machine)

disturbed-The-sound-of-silence

How You Remind Me (Nickleback)

Nickelback_-_Far_Away

The Darkness - I believe in a thing called love

Metallica - Unforgiven

lp-Lost-on-you

Taylor Swift - Red (Taylor's Version) (2021)

taylor-swift-Anti-hero

shania-twain-I'm-gonna-getcha-good

Sinead_OConnor_-_Nothing_Compares_2_U

AC-DC - Thunderstruck

Kenny_Loggins_-_Danger_Zone

lady-gaga-Hold-my-hand

Hold_back_the_river_-_james_bay

bonnie-tyler-total-eclipse-of-the-heart + I need a hero

Carole King - Where You Lead

Nickelback — Trying Not To Love You

Nickelback — When We Stand Together

Nickelback_-_If_Everyone_Cared

Imagine Dragons - Thunder

The Weeknd — Blinding Lights

Harold Faltermeyer — Top Gun Anthem (Film Version)

the-smiths-How-soon-is-now

Joan_Osborne_-_One_Of_Us

Scorpions - Rock You Like a Hurricane

Bryan Adams – You Can't Take Me I'm Free

Bryan Adams – Brothers Under The Sun

Bryan Adams – Here I Am

Bryan Adams feat. Sting, Rod Stewart – All For Love (From The Three Musketeers)

maria_burmaka_- Той, той, хто зі мною/ The one with me

Fleur — Сегодня / Today

Bon Jovi – Have A Nice Day

Bon Jovi – You Give Love A Bad Name

Kansas - Carry on My Wayward Son

Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky

Marvin Gaye & Tammi Terrell - Ain't No Mountain High Enough

Lyra-Falling

a-great-big-world-Say Something, I'm Giving Up on You

tom-odell-Another-love

the_pierces_-_three_wishes

Timbaland – Its too late to apologize

Simon & Garfunkel – Sound of Silence (Hello darkness, my old friend)

skillet_-_awake_and_alive

skillet-monster

Tailor Swift – I knew you were trouble

nightwish_-I_wish_i_had_an_angel

Rachel Platten – Stand By You

Shakira – Underheath your clothes

Mans Zelmerlow - Heroes

melnica_- Господин горных дорог/Lord of Mountain Roads

nickelback_-_Hero

nickelback_-_Savin'_me

Nightwish – End Of All Hope

green_day_-_Wake_me_up_when_september_ends

sekret_ Безпечный ездок/Reckless Rider

Bravo - Это за окном рассвет/ It's the dawn in the window

ChaiF - Поплачь о нём, пока он живой / Mourn him till he's alive

Keha – Die Young

kancler_gi - Брат мой, брат/ Brother mine, brother

eric_clapton_-_Blue_eyes_blue

fleur_- Расскажи мне о своей катастрофе/Tell me of your catastrophe

gary_jules_-Mad_world

Demi Livato - Give-your-heart-a-break

Lullaby (Hunger Games)

David_Guetta_feat._Sia_-_Titanium

bon_jovi_-_It's_my_life

30seconds to Mars – The Kill

The Feeling - Love It When You Call

a-ha_-_Crying_in_the_rain

Age of Information - Shattered (And-I've-lost-who-I-am)

avicii_Hey_brother

kantsler_gi- Вы ненавидите меня так страстно/ You hate me so passionately

phillip_phillips_Gone_gone_gone

Suzanne_vega_Solitude_standing

Queen- Show must go on

florence_the_machine_Seven_devils

imagine_dragons_Demons

[groupmomlipton]

if anyone has any thunderbirds spotify playlists, please send them my way

[safety-frog]

Your Weekly Tunes: Scooter

The one, the only, Mr. CEO Commander himself, Scott Tracy. His playlist is just a mash of rock, some alternative, and random songs with lyrics that scream “oldest brother”. Trust us, there’s also a lot country on this one! Enjoy! 💙

YouTube

Spotify

Scott’s top five songs are below the cut!

Little Boy: Barns Courtney- “ So beat a little louder now/ I can't hear you anymore” and “Little boy inside my chest/ Beat my heart just like a drum/ Tell him I'll never forget/ How it was when we were young”

A great, feelgood song about fulfilling your dreams and appeasing the little kid still in your heart! It’s an all around lovely song to match with Scott.

Eight: Sleeping At Last- “ Here I am, pry me open/ What do you want to know?/ I'm just a kid who grew up scared enough/ To hold the door shut/ And bury my innocence” and “And I'll give all I have, I'll give my blood, give my sweat/ An ocean of tears will spill for what is broken/ I'm shattered porcelain, glued back together again/ Invincible like I've never been”

Sleeping At Last is back at it again! This series of songs that he wrote is about the Enneagram or a human psyche model (think MBTI test with only 9 main personality types). This song was written for Scott: growing up too fast, striving to be a protector towards every person he can hold in his arms, being a rock while not necessarily having a rock of his own.

Bones: Young Guns- “ I fashioned my own cross/ Been crushed by its weight/ There's no stronger message/ Than dirt in your face” and “They say the spirit's willing/ But the flesh is always weak/ I found everything I needed/ Right beneath my skin”

A bit more on the dark side, but let’s be honest. Despite Jeff starting International Rescue, Scott has fought tooth and nail to run this operation with so many things already weighing on his back. And he succeeded!

Firefly Main Theme: Sonny Rhodes- “ Take my love, take my land, / Take me where I cannot stand. / I don't care, I'm still free /You can't take the sky from me. / Take me out to the black, / Tell them I ain't comin back. / Burn the land and boil the sea, / You can't take the sky from me. / There's no place, I can be, / Since I've found Serenity. / And /you can't take the sky from me”

Is this just the entire song lyrics? Yes. Do they all fit so well with Scott it makes a grown adult cry? Also yes.

Son, You Are No Island: Torres- “Son, you are no mountain/ You and the sky aren't seeing eye to eye/ Son, you're not a man yet/ You're just a firstborn feeling left behind” and “Son, you are no island/ You don't get to choose what stays or goes”

From the perspective of someone looking into the Tracy family, there’s certainly a sense of needing to tell Scott that he can’t do it all alone. And what better way than a song that’s somehow both comforting and foreboding?

[emahriel]

BG3 CAST'S PLAYLISTS (so far) Karlach (Samantha Béart)

Astarion (Neil Newbon)

Gale (Tim Downie)

Halsin (Dave Jones)

I made a spotify version of Halsin's playlist here:

Dammon (Frazer Blaxland) (thank you @dravenxivuk!)

The Emperor (Scott Joseph)

Shadowheart (Jennifer English) (thank you @silesianna!)

Jaheira (Tracy Wiles)

Lae'zel (Recommended by Devora Wilde, but playlist made by Kevin VanOrd who wrote Lae'zel)

Wyll (I don't know if Theo Solomon will ever make one, but Kevin VanOrd - who wrote Wyll - made one for him!)

PART 2 : HERE I reached the limit of 10 playlists in the original post

[eddiediazismyhusband]

Hi Louis, are there any plot points/mentions on 9-1-1 that you wish were expanded further on the show (not just Buddie related)? For myself I'm still a little bitter they never mentioned all Buck did during the tsunami.

And when Buck and Eddie get married, what song do you think will be their first dance to? (I already made 3 playlists for them but Strangers by Maddie & Tae makes me go This is so them every time I listen to it. )

Thank you for making scrolling through the Buddie tag so much fun, Carly

ooohhhh im so gald you brought this up bc ive been dying to talk about it—

but in all seriousness i love this question!!

1. plot points i wish were expanded on more

i have a few but im only going to narrow it down to this one because it is something that has always kind if rubbed me the wrong way… but i really wish they could have spent more time exploring Hen’s relationship with her mom. I might be in the minority here, but to me the whole arc of Toni coming back into Hen’s life felt very quick and almost…. too simple? (not that it was simple at ALL but) As a queer person who has had a rocky relationship with my parents, it is always something i love to see portrayed in media more rather than just automatically jumping to the “supportive ally” trope as a way to make a story more feel-good if that makes sense. And i saw the bones for that in the storyline with Hen and Toni, but because of the state of the show at FOX that season i understand why they didn’t make it a bigger deal….. however i really wish they had!

(also i agree them never mentioning what buck did in the tsunami has always rubbed me the wrong way— i definitely feel like they all should have already gotten medals at this point for other rescues in the past so the fact that they only just now are getting them has annoyed me, but im just glad the firefam is getting recognition for something)

2. Buddie Wedding Song

I am kissing you on the forehead for this question bc i love love love love LOVE talking about stuff like this….

This isn’t for their first dance, but i have always loved the idea of Karen singing “At Last” during the ceremony (a la bones, which wasn’t what inspired it in my head but upon further inspection is actually really similar to what i would want their wedding to look like) bc i think the fact that we haven’t heard tracie thoms’ voice on the show yet is a CRIME.

As as far as a first dance song, i love the idea of them dancing to something softer— a couple that come to mind are Love Like This (Ben Rector) and Love Me Tender (Norah Jones). If they wanna cash in on the Adele hype now, i DEFINITELY wouldn’t be opposed to Make You Feel My Love (maybe even sung by Maddie so that we get JLH’s vocals again??). i also could see You Are The Reason (Calum Scott). If they wanted to go the taylor swift route, i could see You Are In Love, Enchanted, or even Daylight (which daylight would admittedly have me sobbing like a baby).

Also strangers by maddie & tae is SOOOOOO BUDDIE…. this wouldn’t be their first dance song, but Friends Don’t is such a quintessential Buddie song to me 👌👌👌

thank you for the ask, and your sweet note at the end! I really loved getting to answer this ask 💕💕

[brattyfork]

the trips as songs on my playlist

completely entirely inspired by @mangoposts - this is fully their idea i am literally just copying it this was so fun thank u for coming up w it @mangoposts

nick

Recess-Melanie Martinez

Baxter 3rd Is Under Fucking Seige-Penelope Scott

Goldilocks Spot-Destroy Boys

matt

Twin Size Mattress-The Front Bottoms (hehe)

right here-Lil Peep, Horsehead

Demolition Lovers-My Chemical Romance

chris

lil kennedy-Lil Peep, Nedarb

castles-Lil Peep, Lil Tracy

vampire-Olivia Rodrigo

[idontknowreallywhy]

Play it Out - part 3 of… it’s anyone’s guess at this point…

I promise I am definitely fixing this, the two of them are just taking a really long time about it… and this chapter got quite long before I got anywhere near to the point. Err, enjoy anyway?

This will make even less sense if you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2… (AO3 link)

Virgil carefully stowed his tools in Two’s specifically designed storage compartments and stretched, stifling a yawn. He checked his watch - 2am already! Gordon had bailed and disappeared off to bed a while ago but he hadn’t realised it had got quite so late… he’d got thoroughly absorbed in those calibrations though and it was satisfying to have it finished.

He wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way over to the elevator, turning to look back at the big green behemoth as he waited for the door to open. He was now 3 weeks ahead on his ship’s routine maintenance schedule and she was purring like a kitten. Between the familiar but challenging work and Gordon’s background chatter, he’d been doing a great job of not thinking too much either. Which was… good. Hopefully if he ignored the weird existential angst feeling for long enough it would go away and he’d get back into the more healthy habit of loving his life.

Which he did. 

So. 

All would be well.

As he passed through the lounge he was relieved not to find Scott there working until the early hours again. He’d seemed more tense and frowny than usual the last few days and Virgil was incredibly thankful he’d resisted the temptation to unburden himself to his big brother. The last thing that man needed was anything more to worry about.

Not that he wasn’t eaten up with guilt about it anyway. There was a good reason he was never deliberately untruthful with Scott - it felt like a betrayal even if he knew it was for the best. He was a horrible liar at the best of times, and now he could feel his face burning whenever his brother caught his eye. Every time Scott spoke to him, Virgil’s treacherous heart jumped into his mouth and he was almost overcome by the need to confess everything.

Not that there was much to tell.

Except that he was a fool who needed to get a grip and be grateful.

With stealth borne out of years of practice he crept on silent feet past the rooms of his younger brothers and paused at his own, glancing over at Scott’s. A prickle of… something ran through him and he was seized by the sudden urge to burst in and demand a big bro hug. It had been a few days, in fact, since his last. But Scott slept little enough as it was. Tomorrow, then.

Gosh he was tired. He opened the door and made a beeline for the bathroom, beginning to pull his shirt over his head as he walked. He became vaguely aware of a rustling noise from the vicinity of his right foot and shook it irritably, failing to shed whatever had got stuck to his sock. Flannel tangled over his face he reached down and removed the sock, random scrap of paper and all and abandoned it behind him. 

Once the grease was washed from his hands and teeth thoroughly brushed he drifted back into the bedroom and went to stand at the window. He squinted into the grey, his eyes finding nothing to focus on as the low lying cloud reflected the light from his bedside table straight back at him. He shivered, despite the villa’s consistent, comfortable temperature.

Tracy Island’s sub-tropical winters were very mild compared to those he’d experienced growing up, but the cooler temperatures combined with the frequent sea mists still made him long to hibernate. He pulled the blinds down and shut it out.

Flicking through the playlist on his tablet, he sought a track guaranteed to send him extra quickly into the land of nod for who knew how long he had before a rescue dragged him back into unwelcome consciousness. He smiled with satisfaction as he hit play on the snooze-jackpot - a soaring violin solo by a British composer - and collapsed face first on to his pillow to enjoy the fine arcs of spring green sound swoop and flutter around him like the songbird it celebrated.

And relax.

He was just on the edge of sleep and beginning to drool slightly when the change in texture brought by the woodwind entry nudged him awake again and he realised something was niggling at his sense of peace. With a huff he turned on to his side and opened his eyes. What had he forgotten?

The sock stared back at him.

Virgil considered himself a fairly tidy person, nothing on the military precision of his father or eldest brother but preferring a significant level of order higher than the younger two. An abandoned sock wouldn’t usually bother him however but, well, turned out a lot of irrelevant things were apparently bothering him lately.

He slid out of bed and commando crawled over to the sock in order to banish it to the laundry basket. It made a unexpected crinkly sort of noise and he pulled out the paper, realising with surprise it was a sheet of the fancy monogrammed stuff his dad had stockpiled long ago but nobody ever used in this digital age. Curious.

Humming to himself, he unfolded the note and the bottom fell out of the world.

A week’s worth of dropped eye-contact and excuses slammed into him like a runaway freight train. The background music was drowned out by a sudden high pitched ringing in his ears and a nausea that threatened to overwhelm his senses as he suddenly saw his attempts to hide the truth from his brother’s perspective. He looked at his watch and swore profusely - 3am.

How could he have been so short-sighted? So selfish? Of course Scott would interpret Virgil’s avoidance of him as a failing of his own. 

And he knew… he KNEW his big brother experienced rejection as physical pain. He may as well have kicked Scott in the stomach. In fact, that would have undoubtedly been less cruel.

He struggled back into his discarded clothes, panic making him clumsy and his mind flooded with memories of seeking out his trembling brother in the hayloft. Of finding his hero curled up in agony, borderline incoherent and paralysed by the conviction he’d let their overworked and well-meaning but infuriatingly oblivious father down *again*. That he’d never be good enough. 

It had always been Virgil’s job to look him in the eye and promise him that he was.

Not as much had altered in their adulthood as Scott seemed to believe, except that his over-achieving brother hid that pain better from the world. From everyone except Virgil. Because that certainly hadn’t changed - Virgil would always be there for Scott, would always hear that hitch in his breath, the subtle change in the melody of his voice. He would always catch him as he fell, would always seek him out and would never leave him alone.

Until now.

It must have cost his brother so much to write that note and Virgil had just… not showed up.

Stealth abandoned he raced to Scott’s door, only just restraining himself from barging straight through it - he might be peacefully asleep… maybe.

He cracked open the door and recoiled as a blade of cold damp air rushed into his face. 

The room was empty. Bedclothes neat and smoothed down, fluffy scatter cushions at 45 degree angle to the bottom edge of the pillow and… an ancient guitar propped up against the headboard. That gave Virgil pause, Scott hadn’t got that out in… a long time. He reached out and brushed his index finger across the strings. It was in tune. He’d been playing then? 

His attention was caught by the curtains billowing from the open balcony door, the luxurious material making a low whomp whomp whomp as it flapped back and forth.

His brother had returned from duty with an Air Force zero tolerance approach to clutter but a very definite inclination towards soft furnishings. He shuddered to imagine why.

Surely he wasn’t still out there at this time? In this weather?

Thrusting the drapes aside he all but threw himself on to the balcony, the exasperated reprimand almost on its way out of his lips before his brain caught up with the fact that both easy chairs were distinctly empty. Two glasses and a bottle of Virgil’s favourite whisky waited on the table between them. Unopened.

His hands white-knuckled on the balcony rail, as he peered out into the mist, racking his mind for where Scott could be - maybe he would have taken a hazardous, self-punishing run up the volcano? Would he have gone to hide on the beach? There were caves down there and some of them were tidal, would his brother be thinking straight enough to choose a safe place to tuck himself away? His heart hammered against his rib cage as he tried to work out where to start. Should he call John?

He half raised his arm to activate his comm and froze as the faintest of sounds interrupted his train of thought - a shuddering breath and a whisper of a sigh.

Virgil spun around and his already compromised ventricles were strangled even further as the shadow tucked into the tiny space between the far lounger, the wall and an outsized plant pot resolved itself into a tight ball of limbs and a pale chin just visible beneath an oversized hoodie. 

How like his commanding tower of a brother to try to make himself small.

Little music vibe note: the piece Virgil chooses is The Lark Ascending by Vaughan Williams

All the love to @sofasurf @astranite @womble1 @hebuiltfive for incitement their encouragement, sense checking and specifically detailed discussion of soft furnishings.

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From @alexthefly

From @alexthefly to @gaviiadastra

FUN AND GAMES NIGHT

The prompts:

A Tracy Island games night;

Something’s cooking in the kitchen;

Put the mess in domestic.

Rating: teen

Content warnings:

Moderate whump (fracture, soft tissue injuries);

Alcohol throughout (no drunkenness);

Flirting, including innuendo and one sex mention;

One instance of swearing.

Other warnings: a bit of Pen & Ink included in this one; hope that's ok.

**********

A familiar combination of thrusters, VTOL and a slightly-delayed sonic boom signalled Thunderbird One's return to the island. Gordon immediately felt his heart-rate leap a hundred beats.

“They’re here! Action stations! Alan, fluff the cushions; Virgil, get the food; Kayo…”

Whatever task Gordon had been about to assign to her fizzled away in a blaze of epic side-eye.

“...just kick back and relax, ok? No biggie.”

He backed away a few steps just to be safe, but his sister seemed satisfied, pointedly putting her feet back up on the coffee table before returning to her romance book. 

Any other day the temptation to comment on her choice of reading material would be far too much to bear, however hazardous to his health such a comment might be, but today he had other things occupying his mind.

“What can I do?” asked John, making to get up just as Virgil - already on his feet - pushed him firmly back down onto the sofa.

“You can stay right there, Mister,” he said, voice full-medic stern. “You know the rules. First night down from Five means no unnecessary moving around.”

John rolled his eyes and muttered something in Russian, but thankfully stayed where he was. 

Gordon flashed the big man a grateful smile on his way past to the kitchen. The last thing he needed right now was a certified space-case causing a danger to himself and others.

Not tonight.

“Shall I get some tunes ready?” Alan had already pulled his tablet out from behind a pillow and started tapping. “I’ve got a great playlist I’ve been working o-”

“Is it video game music?” asked Kayo, not even looking up.

“Yeah?”

“No!” The chorus was unanimous.

“Aww, but it’s not like normal video games. It’s this really cool mix of techno and-”

“NO!”

Alan pouted. “Oh, so I guess you'd all rather listen to Fish-boy’s sea shanties and Europop?”

“Hey!”

Gordon was all ready to defend his frankly impeccable musical taste, but John was clearly not in a mood for bickering.

“EOS, could you put on playlist P3 please?”

“Of course John.”

And with that the room was filled with gentle contemporary music - upbeat but not too raucous, neither intrusive nor dull - ideal for an evening with company. Obviously it was no Wellerman, but it wasn’t half bad. 

“Would you like some ambient lighting as well?”

“Not right now, thankyou EOS” replied John, ruffling Alan’s hair as he sat back down with a huff. “Is everything okay up there? Any calls? I could dial in if you need me?”

“Absolutely not,” said Kayo, an edge of menace in her voice. “You’re staying right where you are. Grandma’s orders.”

John scowled.

“Really John, there’s no need,” continued EOS. “I’m perfectly capable of handling things for one evening.”

Gordon noted the slight drop of his big brother’s shoulders but decided not to tug on that thread just now. Gravity always did a number on John the first night down, and it had been known to make him grumpy and homesick.

Virgil wandered back in carrying a big bucket filled with ice water, bottles of beer, prosecco, and cans of soda. With every step another puddle of ice water sloshed over the side and onto the floor.

“Allie, get a cloth would you? And could someone get some glasses out please? I’m kinda weighed down here.”

Kayo and Alan each grabbed one of John’s shoulders, using them to both pin him down and haul themselves up. The older man started to object, but was distracted by a ping on Alan’s tablet beside him.

“Scott’s on his way up now.”

Oh god oh god oh god. 

Gordon had the sudden and inexplicable urge to dunk his head in the bucket Virgil had just set down, but instead decided to busy himself with robustly re-plumping the chair pillows while bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet.

“So everything’s ready, right? Place is tidy, drinks are out, games are stacked, food’s in hand… Are we all set? Should I open a window? It’s kinda hot in here.” Am I sweating? “Maybe I should go change-”

“Breathe Gordon.” soothed Virgil, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The weight of it felt good. Calming. “This isn’t a state dinner; just a normal games night like we’ve done a thousand times before. Nothing to get worked up about.”

Gordon scoffed. “Except it’s not though, is it? ‘Cos those other times it was just us, not-”

There was a ding and the elevator doors slid open.

“Right through here Lady Penelope.” Scott Tracy, suave as always, smoothly waved their guest into the room. “Go ahead and make yourself comfortable and we’ll get started.”

“Thankyou Scott. And sorry again that you had to come and collect me…”

And there she was. Penelope.

Perfection personified. The epitome of class and grace. A beautiful angel with a heart of gold and a spine of steel, whose voice was a song and whose smile could reduce whole armies to-

“Gordon, what on earth are you doing to that cushion?”

Huh?

He looked down at his hands to see the pillow he’d been fluffing, now scrunched and twisted over and over as if he were trying to throttle the poor thing. As he stared down trying to compute the mess of fabric and stuffing it suddenly disappeared from his hands, and then something was shoving him in the back, causing him to stumble forwards over his own feet. He recovered just in time to spot Virgil throwing the battered scatter cushion back behind the sofa, grinning from ear to ear.

Oh, there will be vengeance…

Right now though she was looking at him and oh god he needed to say something.

“Uh…”

Quick as you like, Tracy.

“Er…” His throat made a strange sort of rasping sound.

Any words will do!

“Lady Penelope!” he squeaked. “Welcome in! Come here! I mean come in. Welcome here. You’re welcome here. To our home I mean. This home. Where we…”

He glanced over and caught sight of Kayo, face in hand, shaking her head behind the temporary bar they’d set up for the evening.

“Drink!” he exclaimed, just a little too loudly. “Can I… Would you like a drink?”

The small, knowing smile she gave him was all at once thrilling and completely mortifying; a glorious little needle of light straight through his poor, mortal little heart.

“That would be wonderful. Thankyou Gordon.”

Cheeks burning, he slumped off to the bar and a consolatory shoulder nudge from Kayo while Scott showed Penelope to the seating area. Virgil scooted around them and disappeared back down to the kitchen, throwing him a sympathetic look on the way.

After getting their guest settled, Scott casually folded himself down on the sofa next to her. “So how come Parker didn’t join us tonight? He was more than welcome.”

Gordon loudly shovelled a scoopful of ice into a long glass and then reached for the schnapps.

Stupid Never-flustered Always-has-the-right-words Scott Tracy…

“He wasn’t feeling too good I’m afraid. He said something about Lilian’s casserole disagreeing with him, but to be honest I suspect it was probably more to do with the FA cup final showing on BBC.”

Cranberry, orange wedge…

Kayo cleared her throat softly. “So what drink was it you wanted, Lady Penelope?”

Gordon’s brain short-circuited, vodka in hand. 

What.. drink?

He replayed the conversation - such as it had been - through again in his head.

…Dammit, he forgot to ask! He’d been so flummoxed he’d ended up mixing on autopilot.

“Oh, anything really. Whatever you’re all having.” Penelope looked over curiously. “What’s that you have there, Gordon?”

Aww hell.

“It’s a… umm… Sex on the Beach.”

Now it was John’s turn to facepalm while Alan snickered from behind his tablet. Even Scott snorted before passing it off with a hasty clear of the throat. 

Lady Penelope, however, held Gordon’s gaze, expression inscrutable, then ever so slowly arched one perfectly coiffured eyebrow.

“Well, that sounds interesting. But perhaps just some wine for now and we’ll see how we get on.”

There was a squeak beside him, and Kayo ducked down behind the bar giggling. Alan snort-coughed and had to be hit on the back by John, who was at least trying - somewhat painfully - to keep a straight face. Scott just grinned at him.

Gordon stood there, stunned into inertia, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was his own mortification holding him back or the slight hint of mischief in Penelope’s eye, almost as if…

Nope, he was definitely imagining it.

Scott looked from one to the other for a moment then, chuckling to himself, jumped to his feet and strode over to the bar.

“C’mon Fish,” he said quietly, grabbing a champagne flute off the bar top and flashing his best, most reassuring, big brother smile. “Let’s go choose a game and get this thing started.”

Gordon nodded, dumbfounded. He grabbed his ridiculous but perfectly mixed drink, complete with little novelty umbrella, and trudged over to the seating area.

Alan was already giving the assembled group a run-down of the various choices lined up for the evening. “We’ve got all your classics like backgammon, chess, battleships, guess who…”

“Those are all for two people, Allie,” said Scott, grabbing himself a beer and pouring Penelope her wine. “How about something we can all play?”

“Clue then?”

“That needs six. We’ve got seven.”

“I don’t mind sitting out the first round if you need me to,” Penelope said gently, accepting her drink.

“Not a chance,” said John firmly. “You’re our guest.”

Alan looked around, confused. “Wait, who’s the seventh?” 

Kayo passed him a soda from the bucket. 

“Uh, Virgil(?)”

“Oh yeah.”

““Oh yeah” he says,” came Virgil’s voice over the ‘comms. “How soon I’m forgotten(!)”

“Sorry Virg!” Alan slurped his soda loudly, earning him a frown from both Scott and Gordon. “Guess I’m just too hungry to think. Where’s the food at?”

“It’s coming. Just waiting for the vol-au-vents to puff up.”

Alan nearly spat out his soda. 

“Vol-au-vents?! What happened to our wings and chi- Oww!” 

A pillow flew across the room and caught Alan right upside the head. He got back up and glared at Gordon, who was already gearing up for another throw. 

“Whatcha do that for?”

Penelope looked from one to the other, realisation dawning. 

“I do hope you didn’t go to any trouble, Virgil. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not at all. Really, it’s all in hand. I’ll be up in a few.” 

And with that the comms blinked off.

John swayed forward in his seat. “Y’know, I might go give him a hand…”

“Sit down, John!” ordered Scott, clearly done with them all by this point.

John remained there for a second, possibly weighing up the odds of making a run for it, then sat back down, arms folded definitely-not-at-all petulantly. 

“...Fine.”

“What about Monopoly?” suggested Penelope, clearly trying to change the subject. “That can have up to eight players.”

Kayo shook her head. 

“Can’t.”

“Oh?”

“We’ve been banned,” Alan piped up. “Grandma said so.”

A pause. “...I see.”

“Well that doesn’t matter, does it?” urged Gordon, keen to get everyone playing before the whole evening went up in smoke. “Grandma can’t stop us from all the way in Gran Roca.”

“You sure about that, Gords?” asked Kayo, eyebrow raised.

He laughed nervously. “Heh…”

“In any case,” interjected Scott, “did you forget why Grandma banned it?”

“...Good point.”

The Great Tracy Anti-capitalist Revolution of 2056. In Gordon’s defence Scott had started it, buying up all those hotels like a dragon hoarding gold…

Alan held up a bunch of VR headsets. “How about something more modern? I’ve got Samurai Slasher, Twilight Ridge, Malibu Steade’s Epic Quest…?”

Scott frowned. “Not on John's first night down, Squirt.”

“Oh yeah. Gotcha.”

Gordon nodded. Way too much potential for injury.

“Ugh!” John threw his hands in the air. “You guys are like a flock of mother hens. I’m fine! Look…” He rolled to his feet before anybody could tell him not to. “Nice and steady. No wobbles, no stumbles. Nothing. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Uh, Johnny…”

“John darling...”

“Nope, I’m not listening,” he barked, striding purposely out of the seating area towards the stairwell, “Comfort breaks are necessary, so I don't care what you s-”

“John!”

“Food’s here!”

“Look out!”

There was an “oof” and a crash as spaceman, heavy-lifter and a platter of freshly-made vol-au-vents collided in a mess of limbs and pastry before tumbling out of sight down the kitchen stairs.

“John!”

“Virgil!”

Everyone was on their feet as a series of thuds, grunts, clatters and clangs echoed from the stairway, followed by one very plaintive “Oww.”

The place immediately erupted into total uproar. Ever the level head, Kayo immediately ran to get the first aid kit and the medi-scanner. Meanwhile Scott - always the quickest to leap into action - practically flew down the stairs after the pair of them in a frenzy of big brotherly concern, with Alan, Gordon and Penelope following closely behind. 

The two fallers themselves were actually relatively uninjured in the circumstances. Both were a mess of bruises and grazes and smooshed pastry, but at least they were fully conscious and coherent enough to be thoroughly embarrassed by the whole thing. John had twisted his ankle and had a walnut-sized bump on his forehead, and Virgil (who had slid most of the way down the steps backwards) ended up with a bruised tailbone, strained shoulder and one broken finger.  

The kitchen, unfortunately, hadn’t fared quite so well. Total disaster was the most accurate description. 

Best they could figure, the metal serving platter Virgil had been carrying had reached the ground floor airborne, bounced off the doorframe and had landed right in the middle of the countertop, sending plates, bowls, jars and spoons scattering and smashing all over the place. The situation wasn’t helped any when MAX, having heard the commotion, came speeding into the kitchen brandishing a mop and broom, skidded on a stray patch of vol-au-vent filling, slammed into the fridge and sent ice cubes from the dispenser shooting across the floor, then got confused and started spinning on the spot, taking out the stand mixer and two cupboard doors in the process.

Eventually they managed to get things back on a somewhat even keel. After a thorough checking over and an even more thorough mothering from Big Bro, both casualties were helped to their feet and safely installed back on the sofas with strict instructions not. To. Move. 

Penelope kept herself busy fetching drinks and ice packs for the patients and generally trying to soothe frayed nerves while Gordon, Alan and Kayo set to work fixing the kitchen back up, but after twenty minutes Scott - aware of the time and the presence of their guest - called everyone back to try to enjoy what was left of the evening.

And so instead of vol-au-vents, chips and dips were retrieved from various stashes in various rooms, drinks were replenished (non-alcoholic for the two injured parties, eliciting low grumbles from one and shrug of “stupid gravity” from the other) and in lieu of further disagreements a couple of packs of cards was produced. 

The rest of the evening was spent enjoying rounds of Go Fish, rummy, and playing poker for bottle caps, with plenty of jokes, stories and good conversation enjoyed in-between. Towards the end of the night - and to Gordon’s delight - Penelope even taught them a game from her university days called Shithead.

Finally, after most of the others had said their goodnights and wandered off to their rooms, Gordon and Penelope sat side-by-side on the sofa finishing their drinks alone, save for Alan who was snoring softly on the floor beside them.

Penelope swirled the last of her drink with her straw. “Do you think we should move him? That doesn’t look very comfortable…”

Gordon shrugged. “Nah, that’s how he normally sleeps. It’s a teenager thing,” he added, chewing on his orange slice garnish.

Penelope beamed. “I really have had a lovely time tonight. It’s been the most terrific fun, injuries notwithstanding of course.” 

Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the warm mood lighting that EOS had finally persuaded John to put on an hour or so earlier.

“And this drink of yours really is delicious by the way.”

Gordon laughed.

“See? I knew you’d like it. Maybe one day I’ll open up a bar of my own right on the beach and serve them out of coconut shells.”

He removed the little paper umbrella from his glass and started opening and closing it like he was in a tiny Hollywood musical.

She laughed. “Well if tonight’s anything to go by, any bar of yours would never be dull!”

Gordon grinned and presented the tiny decoration to her with a flourish, all hint of his earlier embarrassment gone. He was here, she was here, and it was all just… right.

She accepted it with a smile.

Really though Gordon, it’s been the most wonderful night.” 

There was a pause while she twirled the umbrella in her hand thoughtfully.

“You know, it’s not always easy to relax around other people, especially in my line of work.” She sighed. “So many functions, so many people, but it can all sometimes feel just a little bit…” 

She shook her head. 

“I’m not making any sense. It’s just that being here with you all, everything feels so… easy; so fun.”

Gordon leaned forwards, willing her to go on. It was like a wall somewhere was shifting, and he could finally catch a small glimpse of what was actually going on behind that perfect smile of hers.

She looked up at him, eyes shining.

“I suppose what I’m trying to say is, thankyou so much for inviting me.”

A breath. A moment that seemed to stretch out between them, soft and fragile.

“Thankyou for coming.”

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The next morning, as Penny yawned and stretched out in the extra-soft, gloriously comfortable guest bed, luxuriating in the distinct novelty of waking up with nowhere particular she needed to be, her eye fell on the little yellow umbrella laying, just as she'd left it, on top of the nightstand beside her.

She smiled, her stomach fluttering.

So fun…

From downstairs there was a sudden commotion and a voice:

“WHAT IN GOD’S NAME HAVE YOU KIDS DONE TO MY KITCHEN?!”

[lenfantdeverone]

I couldn’t survive any longer without a Scott playlist, so I made one??? Pls enjoy and if you got any suggestions pls tell me, I want the playlist to be perfect he's my beloved

[dytzyone]

I am probably the only person that does not use Spotify. I've had Pandora for a few years now so I'll adapt. I always keep my playlist on shuffle so

Shuffle your "On Repeat" playlist and list the first 10 songs that play, then tag 10 people.

Thanks for the tag @ramonaflow.

Too Much to Ask by Niall Horan

Beautiful Things by Benson Boone

You Are The Reason by Calum Scott

Apollo by Noah Reid

Just Us by James Arthur

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman

Salt And The Sea by the Lumineers

Too Sweet by Hozier

Crazy Love by Van Morrison

Leaving My Love Behind by Lewis Capaldi

@ goodiecornbread @grapehyasynth @bleekay @madlori @kiwiana-writes @maxbegone @jesuisici33 @ships-to-sail @leofdaeg-sand @bl-anche73

[spaceshipsoutthepool]

WIP Wednesdaaaaaaaaay

As per winner here's a bit of 'Sand in your Eyes' (or sand in my eye. title not yet vibe checked) and poll for next week below <3

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“Do you suppose she told me about the ‘TEA’ that time and her special operative work on purpose?” Penelope had asked. She’d barely said anything on the matter. or any matter for that matter. not since- well. the bad news.

“Not just to pick up the TEA pot, I mean. Just…the timing of it…” She’d trailed off. Must unlike her ladyship. “I couldn’t say m’lady.” Parker replied. “Maybe p’haps her lady Sylvia thought you deserved the truth?”

“Hm. It’s nice to know it’s not just father and the fellows of the family with an exciting history.” Her Ladyship had said. and returning to staring at folder on new information on the Hood’s possible whereabouts. one she’d not turned the page of for nearly half an hour.

It was barely spoken of after that.

Parker had crossed the line at least a dozen times enquiring how she was feeling and was met with a polite but firm rebuff. He’d even overstepped his own line in the sand when he spontaneously tried to give her shoulder a comforting squeeze after a very hard day. But she’d tensed up to the point of being rigid, so he figured the gesture was unwelcome, and hadn’t tried it since.

All was forgiven after a cup of tea, but he never got any answers. He was more worried she didn’t have them for herself.

The Tracy’s and the team had kept in touch. The family had already sent their sympathies, along with care packages for each of them. Parker hadn’t asked what was in her ladyship’s, but he appreciated the beer and new driving playlists he’d received.   Alan Tracy had asked to fly out to London, along with Scott to visit. But something, and someone in need of saving, had come up. It seemed like everyone and their pet lizard need International Rescue’s help, and none of the islanders could catch a break.

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bit le sad soz. anyway-!

there is a lot of stingray options this week and i am not a bit sorry.

[khaotunq]

mentally, i'm fighting to the death over @chinzhilla at any given point. bon tagged me!

Spell your url with song titles and then tag as many people as there are letters

K - Kiss Me - Dermot Kennedy (YT / Sp) - wouldn't be me if DK wasn't here so why not start with him.

H - Head Rolls Off - Frightened Rabbit (YT / Sp) - fond memories of this band and discovering there's actual talent local to me, I still think of Scott regularly.

A - Affirmation - Savage Garden (YT / Sp) - soundtrack of my entire life

O - Odds Are - Barenaked Ladies (YT / Sp) - back when Ed wasn't whinging about cancel culture. The good old days <3

T - Talkin' Bout a Revolution - Tracy Chapman (YT / Sp) - my fav of her songs

U - it turns out I have no songs starting with U in my 'monster' playlist, but Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira is the first one that came to mind. So, that. Lmao. (YT / Sp)

N - Not Strong Enough - boygenius (YT / Sp) - this isn't on my playlist but it came up on a random playlist i clicked on and it was pretty

Q - Quizas - Enrique Iglesias (YT / Sp) ok I had to hunt for this one but my entire personality was this dude for several years and I knew it existed, so it counts. Spanish Enrique was the best Enrique.

i'm gonna tag @mushiemadarame and @brightrapheephong because you two have the longest urls i can think of and i'm an arse <3 but no pressuuuree~~~

[buccini555]

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Summary: Some songs that I think match the personality of Tokyo Revengers.

Note: Maybe I'll make playlists about them someday <3

Baji: Shy glizzy - White girl

Kazutora: The Weeknd - Starboy

Chifuyu: 9AM in Calabasas - Playboi Carti

Mikey: Bring Me The Horizon - Can You Feel My Heart

Takemichi: Fitz & The Tantrums - Out Of My League

Draken: Travis Scott - goosebumps ft. Kendrick Lamar

Mitsuya: The Neighbourhood - Sweater Weather

Hakkai: A-Wall - Loverboy

Yuzuha: Christina Perri - Human

Hina: Billie Eilish, Khalid - lovely

Emma: CL - Hello Bitches

Senju: Bella Poarch - Build a B*tch

Kokonoi: Gesaffelstein & The Weeknd - Lost in the Fire

Inui: Mitski - Washing Machine Heart

Akane: Olivia Rodrigo - Deja Vu

Wakasa: niteboi - u.

Shinichiro: Cigarettes out the window - tv girl

Takeomi: Kendrick Lamar - Swimming Pools

Sanzu: punkinloveee & h3artcrush - freak show

Ran: JVLA - Such a Whore

Rindou: Streets x blood sweat & tears

Izana: XXXTENTACION - Revenge

Kakucho: Chase Atlantic - Swim

Hanma: Lil peep x Lil tracy - Your favorite dress

[tutuandscoot]

Thanks for the playlist- I found a few I’ve never seen! This is very specific, but sometimes it bugs me when I can’t remember where a moment is from, I was wondering. If you could help me out?

It’s around 2010 era I think, they’re standing outside possibly in Vancouver, being interviewed by maybe Tracy Wilson? It’s windy and Scott just randomly in the middle of the interview decides he needs to help T by tucking her hair behind her ear. It’s super cute and bugging me that I can’t rewatch it 🥺. Sorry very niche, but let me know if you’ve got any ideas.

Also this video has some little interview gems in it that I hadn’t seen before :)

https://youtu.be/zkgVgMLjelw?si=3ORu72F-U6F1eKjJ

Of course! You’re welcome.

I know it’s so annoying, I get super bummed when I find a gif of a moment where the linked video isn’t working anymore or has been blocked- there was this great fan made video called ‘T&S- the Olympic year’ that I loved and watched a few times but it’s since been blocked 🙄

I know the exact moment you are talking about- it’s the sweetest. From the looks of the location it looks like it was worlds 2010 in Torino, after the YVR olys. I don’t think I’ve seen a full video and not sure if it’s on YT- if someone knows please help out. 🙏❤️

[whatgaviiformes]

Hold Fast -It's been a year!

Good Morning,

For some new to our Thunder family, I thought it might be worth giving this story a boost, and for those that went on this journey once with me already - isn't it wild that it's been a year? I hope its okay to be giving this a personal reblog. I re-read it myself recently thinking of how I could celebrate this fic and its impact on my life. Not just in fandom, but overall. There's meaning behind the phrase Hold Fast, that in the writing of the story I realized was advice I needed myself.

So for backround, I started posting this story in January of 2022 with the epilogue completing that March. It was a time period where I put a lot of my whole heart into this story, and heads up - it hurts. I've posted bits and pieces from my Thunderteers Verse, and this is specifically intended to be this Universe's version of Gordon's hydrofoil accident. It started with a "I really need to write this just to know what happened" and it became an epic in itself.

So Warnings: It's not easy. They lose a crew member, there's a funeral, Gordon has loss of mobility, and very much the boys face their own mortality.

In all my writing, though, I truly hope I succeed in layering in the joy and love. So if you like angst, and you like feels, and the smiles that persist in spite of darker times, I hope you'll give this fic a try. Even though its an AU, even though it has standard Gavii-level FishTank focus at times. It likely will help you understand me in the long run, I think.

It's not just Hold Fast though. This time period ABSORBED me, so there are also some one-shots created that read adjacent to this. I'd still read Hold Fast first, but in an easy collection for you are some of those stories below, listed as I would recommend they be read. Plus this story also has a soundtrack for your listening pleasure.

Playlists / Playlist Commentary - 10 tracks, 38 min.

Hold Fast [Ao3]

Extras with mini scenes during this time all Ao3:

Lord Gordon's Reel - Virgil writes a song (wee!Tracys)

Brother's Oath - Scott makes a decision (earth & sky)

Blow, Ye Winds Blow - Virgil helps Gordon (For the love of FishTank)

Appendices.

It should be obvious how I love this Universe if you choose to set sail with me, and if you ever have questions, or comments to share, or just need an emotional support shanty, my ask box is always open. Drop my a line, and thank you for giving this post a read through if you made it this far.

[idontknowreallywhy]

Further unedited train snippet…

Last week I made Scott cry because of a song that shuffled into my ears while commuting. Some of you enjoyed this because you are clearly as mean as me.

This week’s commute had a more cheesy playlist and he vigorously demanded recompense. Below is my peace offering… (with “music” prompt nabbed from Thunderfluff 2023)

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

Legend

“Scott?”

“Hmm…? Yeah sounds good, whatever you reckon.”

Virgil looked up from the piano, realising IR’s Commander hadn’t been listening to a word of his explanation of the disaster Alan and Brains had experienced with TB3’s auto-respray bot. His long-legged brother was curled up on the sofa, with a knitted blanket round his shoulders, knees pulled high and entirely absorbed by whatever he was reading on his phone. His face was unusually relaxed and the broad grin before a speedily typed response confirmed that it wasn’t Tracy Industries work that was commanding such rapt attention. Little brother smiled to himself and paused midway through the sonata he was noodling about with and began to play some light chords around Ab major. Then started humming an old John Legend song they all knew well. A twitch of an eyebrow revealed Scott had noticed the change in vibe, if subconsciously, but there was no further reaction.

He cleared his throat and started singing the lyrics. Still nothing.

Gordon wandered into the room and paused with a question on his face - unlike Scott he immediately knew this was odd behaviour - Virgil didn’t usually belt out the words like that unless there was a singalong on the cards. The grinning musician caught his little brother’s eye and tilted his head slightly towards Mr Oblivious on the sofa. Gordon’s eyes narrowed then lit up with mischief and Virgil shook his head slightly. After a melodramatic pout, Gordon settled for leaning on the lid of the piano and singing along.

By the next verse a third voice had joined them quietly from the sofa, the singer apparently unaware of the amused glances thrown his way by two pairs of delighted brown eyes.

“You’re my downfall, you’re my muse, my worst distraction, my rhythm and blues.

I can’t stop singing it’s ringing in my head for you.”

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