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Hey, it’s Belemir 💚

I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU to everyone who reblogged, commented, or liked my intro post. I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome — you guys made my day (and week, honestly).

I feel like I’ve finally found my people. 🥹💚As someone who loves drawing, writing, and quietly obsessing over a certain green Thunderbird pilot 😌🚁, finding this corner of the internet feels like home.

I couldn’t reply to each RB (Tumblr was being dramatic 💅), but please know I’ve seen and appreciated every single one. You all rock! 💥Let’s keep this fandom alive, weird, and full of feels.🛠️💚

Much love from Türkiye 🇹🇷 🤍

Artwork by me :⁠-⁠)

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Okay , I wanna apologize to all the Virgil fans out there . I had to tweak his outfit a bit, like I took off the gloves and stuff.

and Virgil has a bit of a beard here!

Muscle king LET'S GOOOOOO!!!

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Hey Thunderfam!

How we all doing out there?! Good I hope!

Sorry I vanished, life got hectic. And sorry the fic stopped updating, real life called and I'm in the middle of rebooting my entire novel series, so that had to take priority.

But I'll be back ASAP with the fic and I want to hang out here more!

So, everyone that is new to the fandom or who hasn't seen me before, please come and say hi so I can drop a follow and hang out with you all!

I miss the fam!

And if you're about on tiktok, come and hang with me on a Tuesday on the official Gerry Anderson page!

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Thunderbirds 2004 The Tracy boys in their suits

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Woah guess who did a less glamorous but more updated of the post in read more ‼️ it was me ‼️ I love lady Penelope so much I'm her number 1 fan.

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Oh my gods! I'm so incredibly happy for you guys! You did freaking amazing with this and you deserve every single penny that this Kickstarter raised! Literally I saw the total and just nodded, smiling like an idiot, because it's amazing news and you did us all proud.

Just ... I'm so happy!

less than 4 hours to go!! wooo

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Eeeeeeeee! I've pledged! So excited. I couldn't support via patreon but a one off payment is more doable, so here I am, doing!

One of my favourite artists and all round lovely person. Vlad and Elly and Hades and Persephone are amazing.

WE ARE LIVE!!

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@sailing-on-a-puddle I was literally screaming about my love for John on my Anderson Tiktok stream lol. I'll never not love him. Mrs Space Tracy reporting for duty

I'm on a Thunderbirds 1965 rewatch and this man needs more love and attention.

Does this fandom exist?

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I have many many head cannons about this, and I've written many of them into my works lol.

Yes, John does follow up, and they have a charity set up and funded by Tracy Industries to help those in countries where medical care isn't free.

And in the case of where a rescue isn't possible and it's a recovery mission, they will be there to inform the families and help any way they can.

My version of the boys believe that help doesn't stop the moment someone is out of immediate danger and they will continue to give that help as long as it is needed.

Thinking Thunderbirds thoughts, specifically about what happens after a rescue.

Watched the 2004 movie recently, where they drop off the victims of the Russian oil rig fire in at a hospital in San Francisco. This got me thinking about post-rescue logistics. Most of the time in TAG and TOS, we see IR leave the rescuees roughly where they found them (the airport, the house, a nearby building, ect.) and medical personnel arrive to take care of people. In some cases, we see the rescuees being taken to a hospital like the Dr. in Breakdown, and the man with Lee Taylor in Life Signs. It makes sense that IR would take people to hospitals often, and the Dr. from Breakdown goes to the one where his daughter is staying, so he isn't being displaced from his normal life, but it does raise the question of: is it normal for the Tracys to bring rescuees to hospitals and treatment facilities after a rescue and, if yes, what happens to them afterwards? (And are the Tracys fitting the bills?)

In the case of the oil rig workers, the question is more glaring because they're left in a different country. What happens after IR leaves them at the hospital? How do they get back home?

TAG sort of addresses similar situations like in the episode Hyperspeed, where Tycho's demonstration goes wrong and Keiko and her grandfather miss their stop. Scott gives them a lift back home afterwards, but is that a thing that happens often? Do the Thunderbirds taxi rescuees around when they are stranded or far from home? I can see the answer being yes, especially for Scott, but it's never super addressed clearly, and felt like a huge oversight in the movie to just leave people in another country.

Does anyone have any head-canons about this?

I think mine is that John takes care of some afterwards stuff from Thunderbird 5: setting up care, funding and transport for the rescuees. I can definitely see him making sure they are at least connected with local authorities and help services in the area. It seems a better idea than what's implied.

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I still do these! Every Tuesday 7pm UK time.

So send me an email or come and join in the chat for the latest news and gossip from the world's of Anderson.

Ask me questions and learn about our latest products and newest releases as well as other cool stuff!

I'm gonna be over on the Gerry Anderson tiktok account doing live streams, and we want you guys to share your memories and experiences of Gerry Anderson.

We want to know things like:

What is your favourite show and why?

Who your favourite character is and why?

What was the first Gerry Anderson show you ever watched?

What nostalgic memories do you have of watching Gerry Anderson shows?

What toys and items did you have as a kid and which do you still have now?

Do you have any memories of playing Anderson as a kid?

Have you cosplayed?

What items of merch do you have and what's your favourite?

How has Gerry Anderson had an effect on you over the years?

We also want to know if you have any burning questions or things you want to ask? If I don't know the answer I will consult with my Anderson gurus until I find the answer.

All responses received will be read out on my live streams over on the Official Gerry Anderson tiktok. So, if you're on tiktok (or want to join up) hit follow on their account, and mine (mrs.space.tracy) and look out for the live stream announcements.

If you wish to submit a response, please email it to me at: sosinternationalrescue@gmail.com

FAB!

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I'm alone in the flat tonight, but I don't feel lonely. It's a rainy, windy, cold night in Camden, but I don't feel cold. I'm warm and safe inside and I love it. It's something I often find myself missing when I'm on the island, we never get a truly cold, rotten night like this.

I quite like the cold months, they're not my favourite, but there's always something positive to love about them. Winter for me has always been a time of reflection, of semi-hibernation where I take some time out to focus on self care. It's a time of indulgent activities that I rarely have time for back home.

It's funny how I've come to count the island as home more than this place. But I guess it's true, home is where the heart is, and my heart is with them.

But that doesn't stop me enjoying my time away and making the most of it. This little flat has always been my sanctuary since the moment I moved in. At first it was my refuge from the nastiness of my past and a place where I could truly be myself without anyone judging or telling me I was wrong. Then it became the place where I fell in love, where I spent quiet nights talking to the love of my life, drinking in everything he wished to share with me, getting to know the amazing man that he is away from International Rescue and his duties. Just him, just John, with no siblings to compete with for attention, and just me, with no fear because this was my place and I was safe here. Then it turned from my refuge to ours. Our place to snatch some quiet time without brothers popping up at random times, where we could be ourselves by ourselves.

Yes, right now I'm alone but I'm not lonely.

Tonight I'm curled up on the couch, under a blanket my nan made years ago, wearing a hoodie I stole from Jeff a few days ago. It's well worn, but that just makes it softer and more special. It's warm and cozy and it smells like Jeff and the inhumanly strong aftershave he wears and it still feels like a dad hug. I'm wearing one of John's T-shirts and a pair of Gordon's sweats and I'm comforted by the knowledge that I'm surrounded by my family even when I'm not there.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely.

When I moved in one of the first things that caught my eye was the antique wood burning stove set back in the old fireplace. It hadn't been used in years but my dad paid to have it serviced and the chimney swept so I could use it. It's lit now, crackling merrily, the colours of the flames dancing on the walls just as the flames of my candles are. I've got no other lights on, I don't need them.

I've got a flask of hot chocolate so I don't have to move, I've got a book on my lap, soft music on the stereo and a big bar of chocolate. This is my spot for the rest of the night. I've nowhere to be and nothing to do but please myself and that's a good thing. Once upon a time I might have felt useless, like I should be doing something for someone but now I'm content to know that I do enough, I am enough.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely because I know I could go home if I wanted to.

But I like it here. The rain is battering the windows, the wind is howling around the building, the trees are swaying outside and I think I just heard one of my neighbours bins take off down the road. Yet, being Camden, there are still people outside, shrieking as the rain soaks them to the skin, running as they try to get away, yelling for taxis that haven't turned up yet and calling goodbye to their friends.

I'm alone, but I'm not lonely.

There's a quiet peace in the noise of the British weather outside. The rain is comforting, its pitter patter on the glass reminds me of nights I spent at my grandparents house where I'd lay in bed with Nan and she would read to me until I fell asleep. John does that sometimes, he'll start reading something that he found interesting in his book because he wants to share it with me and, even though I understand maybe ten percent of it, I'll listen and I'll relax just as I did then.

I'm alone but I'm not lonely. I'm lucky. I've had bad times in my life but they are outweighed by the good. There were times when I was so terribly lonely when I wasn't alone because I wasn't with the right people. It was only the thought that those right people had been there and still were there that got me through.

I don't have to worry about that now. I know that I could reach for my phone and talk to someone that wants to talk to me, someone that wants to be there for me.

Others might think this is a rotten night and wish they were on a tropical island somewhere where the sun is shining and the palm trees are swaying. And I can understand that, I used to be like that, but tonight I don't.

There is a peacefulness in solitude if you care to find it. I'm physically alone through choice and I'm not lonely because I know that I'll never truly be alone again.

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Battle of the blonds.

No, Spike is not staying on John's shelf, but John doesn't care. He wants him gone yesterday.

I'm sorry, baby, but you're just gonna have to put up with it for a few days until I make room elsewhere.

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Didn't think I'd make it today but.... SATURDAY CHAPTER BABY!

You can read the full thing here on AO3 but here's a snippet ➡️➡️➡️

On autopilot she continue through the house, not stopping to take in any details. Something called out to her, drawing her closer. She stepped out onto the veranda that looked out onto lush green fields and trees, bathed in an orange glow from the setting sun.

It was such a familiar, comforting sight, but nothing warmed her heart as much as the woman who stood with her hands resting just-so on the wooden railing. Kayo could only see her from behind but the moment she recognised her something inside her loosened. She inhaled deeply, feeling like she was able to breathe properly for the first time in days.

Her back was as straight as ever, something that age had never taken from her, and although her hands on the railings were gnarled with arthritis her long grey hair was still coiled up in the same intricate knot that Kayo had loved to watch her form.

“Nenek?” Kayo called softly, the traditional word for grandmother feeling so strange on her tongue after years of living with Grandma Tracy, but welcome all the same.

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Finishhhhheeddddd

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It's time for the Saturday chapter upload!

Part 2 of Kayo's training and its...well it's going...

Here's a snippet but you can read the rest here on AO3.

“Do you trust me?” Selene repeated.

“You know I do or I wouldn’t be here doing all this,” Kayo pointed out in a bored tone, but still she felt the need to cross her arms defensively. She did trust her to do what she needed to, but this whole conversation made her worry that whatever Selene had planned, she wouldn’t like it.

“Then do I have your permission?” Selene asked again.

Kayo shrugged, unsure what her friend was getting at. Why was permission so important? “I… I guess so.”

“Say it properly.”

Why was she making such a big deal about this? Selene was normally in the camp of ‘better to beg forgiveness than ask permission’.

Selene raised an eyebrow and cleared her throat. Jeez, what did she want, an engraved invitation?

Kayo sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yes, you have my permission.”

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@inertplanetary we do be!

listening to my tunes…

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ThunderBalls are go!