Both Of These Are Brilliant. Brilliant, I Tell You.

Um, a little (very) late, but still active for John! (And kinda Virg now too, ngl)

Thunderfam role call!

Just reblog "here" or 🤚 if you're still active (at any level) in the fandom 😋

I’m just wondering whether the girl who was ‘Rat Owl’ lost a bet.

I love this so much! Well done!!

Okay then, it's Thunderbirds day. So I made this. Well I have no idea if it counts too but yeah anyways, it's my really first video edit. I hope you like it. Let me know if the quality is bad or sth however it's all tumblr's fault.

Happy Thunderbirds day!

5+1 Scott and Alan (Carrying) Part 2

Part 1

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“Pick me up, Scoo’er!”

A three-year old Alan Tracy reached his chubby arms to his oldest brother, interrupting Scott’s plane-watching. With a chuckle, the teenager picked him up, settling the youngest of the family onto his hip before resuming the search for planes and other aircraft in the Kansas sky.

Alan bashed his brother’s Shoulder with a fist repeatedly. “Spin,” he demanded. “Spin.”

Tearing his eyes from the sky once again, Scott looked at Alan, seeing nothing but unabashed determination to get his brother to play with him on his face.

“Alan, you’re lucky that I love you,” Scott said. Placing a hand in the middle of the toddler’s back to keep him steady, Scott abruptly spun on the spot, grinning at the sudden burbling laugh Alan produced.

Stopping and bouncing Alan into the air, Scott had to laugh as well. It was rare moments like these that he loved, even if his brother did interrupt. Most thirteen-year-olds would react very differently if interrupted by a brother a whole ten years younger. But Alan was a happy kid, and Scott knew he would do almost anything for him if he asked. He’d do the same for all his brothers, of course, but the oldest and the youngest shared a bond that Scott was ever grateful for.

A streak of white in the sky caught Scott’s eye. “Allie, look!” he smiled. “There’s Dads plane!”

“Dad!” Alan yelled, reaching up to the sky.

Scott stared at Tracy One as she flew over the trees. “I’m going to fly that jet, one day. Dad said I could at my next birthday.”

“I like space,” Alan said very seriously.

Scott grinned. “Yeah, you do. Hey, did you ask Mum to hang up Pluto in your room yet? The solar system isn’t complete without Pluto!”

Alan’s eyes widened. “Mum!” he yelled. “Plooto! We need Plooto!”

With another wistful glance at Tracy One as she flew out of sight, Scott headed inside, his brother bouncing in his arms.

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Part 3

Part 4

Happy Thunderbirds Day!

Hilary Swank cartwheeling through Mission Control >>>  the feel good content we’re looking for. 

To get some insight on playing an astronaut going to Mars, Hilary took a trip to Johnson Space Center and spoke with astronaut Jessica Meir who lived aboard the International Space Station for over 200 days!

Watch the duo talk about living in space, life on Earth after a mission and more! Check out her whole visit HERE: https://youtu.be/8NRJvUlpuKI

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space: http://nasa.tumblr.com

I loved the exo suit as well, until I read a fic where the Mechanic (when he was bad) got a virus into it and basically it almost killed poor Virg :(

Totally recommend that fic though, it was great with bucketloads of Hurt!Virgil.

So I don't know if anyone remembers my fic 'London Gym', but I'm thinking I'll do some more stories with my character Jack Wallace meeting the other Tracy's. Is this a good idea? And if so, I really need ideas on how he's going to meet them! So if you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them. I am taking requests, just comment a person and your idea.

Please?

Hey guys, I’m having a really awful day. One of my best friends and I are kinda drifting apart, and it really hurts, y’know? And on top of that, there’s this weird guy that keeps wanting to talk to me and stuff like that and kinda follows me around a bit, even though I want nothing to do with him. Me being me, I don’t really have the courage to say no (unless it’s a rehersed scene in my head, y’know what I mean?). Any ideas on how to stop him?