#thunderfic

[edutainer2022]

Forgotten, Ch 1

Forgotten, Ch 2

Co-written with @janetm74 (really, my contribution is humblest!)

"Please, take your medicine, Mr. Edwards."

Cobalt eyes shifted to look up at the nurse - hesitancy and a hint of defiance there. He was having vicious nightmares again, but couldn't remember the gist when he woke up. So he refused to take daily medication. Which, in turn, upped the somewhat reined in melancholy all the way back to bottomless depression. He was lonely, confused and now, thanks to the nightmares, also scared of things he couldn't remember. The man was admitted to their hospital by an anonymous Good Samaritan whom nobody could remember, it being a busy shift. Young, tall, extremely fit, dressed simply, but the way that telegraphed wealth, and completely amnesiac. He couldn't produce a name or identify the day of the week.

No ID or cards on his person, but there was a tattered photograph in his shirt pocket, over the heart, of a young woman with a mane of auburn curls and a brilliant dimpled smile. The back of the pic was inscribed "Love, Lucy Edwards". The picture was old enough to rule out a wife, a sister, or a girlfriend, and there was an unmistakable familiar resemblance of the blue eyes and the dimples, so they infirred it was, likely, a mother. Their patient couldn't confirm one way or another. His file then changed the reference from "John Doe" to "John Edwards". The chief of psychiatry suggested the name might trigger a memory or a response. But so far - nothing. Only the nightmares and a sea of sadness in the wakeful hours.

[tellmemoretellmemorepodcast]

Obsessions EP91: The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas

This is a page dedicated to documenting the various theatre news, performances and the like that Lia and Odiesia mention in the “Obsessions” segment of the show. Listen to this episode here. You can also find our fave songs playlist here.

Lia

Michelle Williams to star in Death Becomes Her Musical

Jinx Monsoon to replace Evan Rachel Wood as Audrey in Little Shop of Horrors

Alaska Thunderf*ck sings 'It's A Drag' From DRAG THE MUSICAL

The Preacher's Wife Musical adaptation starring Amber Riley with music and lyrics by Tituss Burgess

Marisha Wallace is on Celebrity Big Brother!

Odiesia

Jukebox: The Karaoke Musical Tabletop Roleplaying Game KickStarter

First Official Dungeons & Dragons Theater Show, Twenty-Sided Tavern

Alaska Thunderf*ck in Dungeons and Drag Queens

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[kiddovicky]

Alaskan Thunderf*ck (Sativa) – 4g Pre Rolls Lost Thc THC-A

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[spaicymeatballs]

"This is my hair / I don't wear wigs" [Alaska Thunderf*ck - "This Is My Hair"]

See all of my work on IG: @spaicy_meatballs

[sodomyordeath]

Artist: Kylie Sonique Love Song: "True Colors" Record: Outloud x WeHo Pride 2023

Starring: Kylie Sonique Love 6 Alaska Thunderf*ck 5000 Angeria Paris VanMicheals Aurora Sexton Eureka O'Hara Heidi N. Closet Jimbo Miss Shalae Raja O'Hara Spice Sugar Willam Belli

Executive Producer: Jeff Consoletti Producers: Brad Hammer, Kylie Sonique Love, Bob of Scotland

Director: Brad Hammer Director of Photography: Abiel Isaac Editor: Kade Strunk Art Director: Aurora Sexton Illustrations: Dayton Nelson & Aurora Sexton Gaffer: Dayton Nelson Make-Up: Kalyd Odeh Stylist: Anthony Garza Production Manager: Tricia Tacey Production Assistant: Mason May Executive Assistant: Nico Pizzati Photography: Shaun Vadella Thumbnail & Misc. Design: Devon Veillette

Music Producer: Markaholic Guitars: John Schroeder Backing Vocals: Markaholic & Stefano Langone Mastering: Mike Marsh Mastering

© We Are Outloud LLC 2023. All rights reserved.

[drag-birthdays]

March 6th

Happy birthday Alaska 5000!

[casmick-consequences]

Petition for these two to be permanent news anchors so I can actually get myself to watch the news every morning🙏🙏🙏

[stormcloudsbrewing]

A Moment in Time~

Shinsou Hitoshi x Fem!Reader

For the most part this will be fluff/comfort because, whether I like it or not, Hitoshi has become a comfort character for me. This is actually a rewrite of a ficlet I wrote a few years ago. I still like what I wrote but I know it can be better, so here it is. This is also the first fic of my rebrand! Hope you guys like it!

Shinsou was an agitating man, but only when you were sparring with him. Of course you knew your reactions and instincts needed to be kept sharp if you were to become a true pro hero like you wanted. But that never stopped the wave of reluctance from crashing over you every time you were paired up with Shinsou.

He could be nice. When he wanted to. Which was never when you two were sparring. Snide comments, sly remarks, infuriating smirks and barely contained snickers always made your blood boil. It was maddening enough he was handsome, but for him to be better than you at sparring? All bets are off. 

Intangible quirks paired together means that during physical training you two generally held back. At most, you were allowed taps in place of hits, lighter than a normal training hit but still hard enough to notice. You hadn’t been able to get a single tap on Shinsou. He was smooth, slick like an eel. He could easily evade and get in a tap of his own, a light chuckle escaping him at your expense. 

Surely the gap in your skills was not that harsh? If you could just land one hit, one glorious hit to shut him up…

‘Man, you really know how to aim.’ A tap to your shoulder.

‘Are you even trying?’ A tap on your hip.

‘We could end it right here, you know. Put you out of your misery.’ A tap right in the middle of your front.

You growled and stepped off of the training mat, wiping off sweat from your forehead. Even your body seemed to mock you, sweating so harshly without landing a single hit on your opponent. You reached down to grab your water bottle, opting to squat when your legs quickly groaned in protest. A quick look in the mirror and all you can see is your disheveled hair and sweaty skin. At least this was good exercise. 

“Are you okay over there? You seem kinda distracted today.”

You send a glare over to your purple haired sparring partner, not giving a response. You sip your water gently, trying to cool down both your body and mind. He comes and crouches next to you, grabbing his own water bottle. You glance over at him and notice the bags under his eyes have darkened, the purple close to matching his hair. His eyes meet yours and you snap your gaze away, trying to smooth your facial features into ones of calm.

“We really can end here for the day, I think we’ve done enough training.”

His voice is closer than you expected and you freeze, trying not to jump at his proximity. You feel your rage heat up again, ashes turning into glowing embers. You clench your jaw before speaking in the calmest tone you can muster.

“You mean you’ve done enough training. I haven’t been able to land a hit.”

Shinsou sighs and stands, holding a hand out to you.

“Don’t say I didn’t try.”

You decide not to take his hand, instead getting up and taking your place on the mat. Just one hit, all you need is one stupid hit. Shinsou gets up and stands in front of you, giving you a few seconds before launching into action. You can see him aiming for the left, but considering he’s a master at faking you out, you feign right and lash out. In the few seconds it takes for you to make your decision, his arm is already up and blocking your strike. His own attack lands on your hip and the ball of anger that has been steadily crackling in your chest explodes outwards.

It feels like energy shooting outwards in waves and you whirl away from Shinsou, feeling the warmth of his hand linger on your hip. You fold your arms over your chest, trying to slow your heavy breathing. Shinsou doesn’t come after you and in the mirror you can see him looking around in shock.

“Uh, {Y/N}?”

You whirl around again and throw your hands up in the air, face turned up. Another snide remark? You’ve had it up to here with him.

“WHAT? WHAT could you POSSIBLY want to tell me NOW?”

Shinsou doesn’t turn to look at you in your outburst, still staring around the training room. You drop your arms and follow his gaze, breath stuttering as you see the other people in the room frozen in place. They all seem to be mid-motion, hands and fists paused in mid-air. You turn to look at the people behind you, also frozen. Their eyes are wide, their faces expressive. The seconds hand on the clock on the wall has stopped.

“I thought you could only pause time.”

His voice is quiet, full of awe. You look down at your hands, spreading your fingers.

“So did I…”

The whisper of your voice falters as you see Shinsou stepping closer. You can feel the warmth radiating from his chest as he leans down, that irritating smirk back on his face. You can’t seem to find enough air to breathe, the smell of him filling your senses.

“See? Told you we did enough training.”

That rage rises up again but instead of flashing outwards, you feel yourself move. You meant to hit him, truly you did. But somehow your arm ended up looped around his neck, lips pressed to his. You were on your tip-toes, chest pressed to his as your hand tangled in his shirt. You poured every ounce of fire you could muster into that kiss.

When the two of you finally parted, both of you were gasping for air. A quick glance around confirmed the people were still frozen in time. For a moment it seemed you had also frozen Shinsou, for he remained leaning down in the same position you kissed. You sat back on your heels, waving a hand in front of Shinsou. Had you finally shut him up?

“Uh… Shinsou?”

He came alive at the sound of your voice, looping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. Right before his lips met yours, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Call me Hitoshi.”

You nodded, barely registering the action before his lips were on yours again. They were warm and the ferocity of his movements startled you, pushing you back before you regained your footing. You slid your hands over his shoulders, melting into his touch, bodies melting together. He felt nice and firm against you, his other hand cupping the back of your neck to keep you close.

Lost in your own world, you just barely caught the feeling of energy releasing from within you. With a gasp you pulled away, hands on Hitoshi’s shoulders. The sounds of activity resumed around you, the other people in the sparring room paying the two of you no mind. Hitoshi also looked around, gently letting you go as he stood up, pink dusting his cheeks. He slid a hand in his pocket before walking over to where your stuff lay, grabbing his water bottle.

You walked over as well, sitting down next to him. You felt the sudden urge to tease him for his bright red face, but considering your face was no different you decided not to press it. You leaned against his shoulder and waited for him to speak. You didn’t think the two of you would continue your sparring today anyway.

“Come to my apartment in an hour.”

His voice was hot against your ear and you cringed away from him, cheeks burning hotter. He didn’t move, watching for your reaction. You nodded, hand covering your ear. Hitoshi swiftly got up and gathered his stuff, not giving you a glance as he left the room. You could see the tips of his ears were still red as he walked away.

[edutainer2022]

Water and sand ? 💕💕🏖

@onereyofstarlight Thank you!

I think I answered "Water" previously. I started writing and publishing fic for Battlestar Galactica (2004 series - although I caught up with it later). It's easy to guess who my favorite character is (*cough* a pilot with blue eyes, Daddy issues, grief issues, self-worth issues, and angst *cough*). I was in a post doc program and fic was something that wrote itself far easier than my research. Keep Breathing, my first vignette, is still a little text I'm not ashamed of.

My first ever Thunderfic is Yet - to My Frugal Eye, back in the series run - a little character study to help myself make sense of Pen and Ink (still hasn't quite worked for me, but not for the lack of trying).

Sand: What’s the softest scene you’ve ever written?

Oh my... I mostly trade in angst, but Thunderbirds and Thunderboys, specifically, made me write more fluff than I have ever in years of fandom. I haven't written many Thunderfics and several are still WIPs, but I'd say the softest scenes so far are, probably, Jeff and toddler Scott in Shield of Proof; the closing scene with Scott, John and Gordon in We Can Build and Island. I'm of course tempted to refer to the Tracy pile in Sweet Chariot, because I wrote it out to comfort myself, but there's a hefty angst undercurrent there.

[nyxofthedarkness]

RANT TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS AND EVERYONE IN THIS WORLD

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You are beautiful and I love you.

NOW GO GET THEM TIGER! SHOW THE WHOLE WORLD WHO YOU'RE MADE OF AND I AM VERY PROUD OF ALL YOU PEOPLE READING THIS!!!!!

[thundersolstice]

FIC: Collide [Masterpost]

Art by Everybery.

Title: Collide Author: (Anonymous) Rating: T/Teens & Up (13+) Fandom: Thundercats 2011 Ships: Lion-O/Kit (primary), Tygra/Cheetara (secondary) Genre: Romance, Drama, AU (Modern) Word Count: ~14k+ Status: In Progress Summary: In a different world, Lion-O is the heir to one of the most powerful companies on Third Earth; he seeks a different path in life, wanting to escape the heavy responsibilities of his position. But when a newly hired secretary catches his eye, everything changes. In a world where classism runs rampant, things spiral from there.

Comments: Modern AU; characters have been aged up. Contains classism, fantastic racism, non-graphic violence, and minor character death. I commissioned this (stop judging me dammit!) from a ghostwriter, hence the anonymous author tag. I feel like it would be a mortal sin to claim another author’s fanfiction as my own despite doing so being the point of hiring a ghostwriter? Thought I’d share it with my fellow fans since good Lion-O/Kit fic isn’t exactly thick on the ground. :’)

Also At:  AO3  |  FF.Net

Installments:

Part 01 Part 02 Part 03 Part 04 Part 05 Part 06 Part 07 Part 08 Part 09 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

(In Progress)

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[innocentpeach777]

dragging!! venus in the signs pt 2

(i have such a migraine rn, you'll have to excuse how lazy this is!!!!!!!!!!! sorry you have to!!!!!! :p)

sagittarius - "dora dora dora the explora!!~ 🎶 🎵 🎶 🎵" yeah, dora? YEAH??????? literally problematic. lowkey racist. major jungle and yellow fever. like, nobody cares, "dora". shut the fuck up.

frigid. doesn't fuck. incels. probably named fucking casey and are ugly and worship fucking artemis or something. psycho pagan bitches. will fuck you like crazy though once you finally get bored enough to actually lay them. bad lays. too crazy, and i fucking mean. will make ugly faces and climb on top of you like animal and squeal deranged sexual things in your ear in a high pitched alvin and the chipmunks voice then start fellating your ear in a wild fervent craze. probably into chastity. and pissing themselves at random. zoophiles. will want you to pretend to be black or like a fucking lion or some shit during sex. like foh.

wants to actually fuck a dog. like y'all whack fr. foh.

i fucking literally can't with sagittarius. go back to fucking second grade. headass. 🤮 -30/10 annoying af. like y'all give me a migraine 😩 😫 😒 😭 🙄 😒 like fr get out

for anyone who has been personally victimized by sagittarius, this goes out to you, my brothers in christ, below

you all my little nyc babies!! mwah!! 💋 💋 💋 💋 💋 x○x○x○

capricorn - incels. mentally deranged. the actual devil. like, will look at you like you... like aren't even there. like actually mentally unstable. will have sex with your daughter after eating your ass, the same day, in your house. will literally dump you for your daughter. cheaters. whole mess. but love them. oh! i have to. no matter how much i want to quit them.....

will literally BEG for sex!!! like a DOG!!! its O B S C E N E. like, get tf off my porch and hop tf out my dms, you fucking whole ass headass !!! grow a brain!!! you have no brain!!!! fucking actual dumbasses. morally bankrupt. actually.

ughghhhhhhgghhgggggh!!!!!!!!! HATE THEM!!! i wanna shit on their, like, toes!!! and make them sit like a good dog and chain them in my yard!!!!! and make them stop being bad! 👿 0/10 they are actually rabid. i feel like they'd bark at me and want me to call them a good dog during sex and pet their soft, sweet little heads.... like good little doggies... oh god! i hate them!!! i would pet them though and cuddle them if they sweet, nice little babies... cuties. usually cute.. 💋 🫂

aquarius - get off me !!! damn!!! I'll sit on your face later!!! but only if you sit on mine after that!!!! ... bc im an aquarius hehe teheeehe dehee ♡ ❤ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜 ❤ 🧡

ok, but, to be real. they sweat a lot, and love to laze around and cuddle you, and they're usually down for whatever you're down for. so you can just pick them up and bring you with them like a sweet little kitty. they'll let you hold and cuddle them 4ever. like fr!! they're so sweet. they're actually extremely maternal(/paternal) and tend to be kind of a mommy 👩 😳 🙃

they love to smoke weed, and act like they were born on weed. smoking weed, playing video games, fucking, sleeping. they love to fuck. complete nymphomaniacs. will fuck on the first date. guaranteed.

they won't help you with anything though. they're selfish. they're like diamonds, like gods.. 💎 🔸️ 🔶️ 🔹️ 💠 🔷️ 💎 🔸️ 🔶️ 🔹️ 💠 🔷️ 💎 🔸️ 🔶️ 🔹️ 💠 🔷️ 💎 🔸️ 🔶️ 🔹️ they just wanna have fun!! and fuck you if you try to bring them down!! don't ever patronize them or try to force them to do anything. they hate being disrespected.

the golden rule: treat others how you would like to be treated.

that's all you gotta remember w aquarius, and they will surf on them mf booty waves from duck till dawn, and even be your xanny molly weed dealer :)) they love booty hairs. they also love to be dookied on just like scorpio 🦂 20/10 the best sign, god tier (they are obsessed w ass....... 😩)

pisces - foot fetish. won't stop touching your feet. piss freaks also. they're like litle creatures.... very sweet though. until you piss them off and they leave you on read for five months straight. you'll feel like you have bipolar interacting w them. on god. one minute you'll be thinking abt marrying them and two seconds later you'll be vividly fantasizing abt strangling them to literal death w your bare hands. literal monkeys. let them hang from a tree and feed them bananas. and your pee.

will drink themselves into an early grave. complete headasses. they are also completely aimless. wayward sons. 🙉 9/10 i love them

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[whatstheweather]

[queens-of-lockscreens]

// REQUEST: Alaska Thunderf*ck with a dark aesthetic ⁂

(like/reblog if u use, kay)

[willow-salix]

Just putting this out there for my fellow ThunderFic writers out there as a little pick-me-up.

I was talking to Dee Anderson yesterday, Sylvia's daughter, about how her mother is one of my heroes, her dedication to character development is what gave us such amazing Tracy boys and how they continue to inspire me and others every single day. She said:

"My mother used to say that without emotional engagement to characters, you have nothing."

And that is so true. So for any of you that are having a struggle with getting your words out, trust the boys, love the boys and let them do their thing. Just engage with them and just enjoy your writing. It doesn't matter if it's not perfect, it doesn't matter if it's not up to an impossibly high standard. Just write and enjoy. Write for you.

And keep in your head that we are carrying the torch for a woman that carved a place for herself in a male dominated world, at a male dominated time and that she is an inspiration. And we are looking after her precious boys very well (even if we are roughing them up a bit along the way).

Remember the code of International Rescue "Never give up at any cost."

You got this!

[bonsaiiiiiii]

Chapter 11 of Dust is out! yay!

big thanks to my girl @louthestarspeaker for the emotional and language help she had given me these days. luv ya

also, I have a lil request for y'all lol. so I just did the tampon, waiting for results that should be out in 72 hours.

while I wait you can recommend me some Thunderfics that are long and with so much fluff? I don’t feel like negative things these days.