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selene-tempest · 10 days
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Me: Virgil!
Me: Virg!
Me: Virgy!
Me: VIIIIIRRRRRRGGGGGGGIIIIILLLLL!
Virgil, running in: What's wrong? Are you okay? What do you need?
Me, lifts my arms and makes grabby hands: Uppies!
Virgil, looks at Scott: She forgot she'd already taken some, didn't she?
Me, pouting: I SAID UPPIES!
VIrgil, long suffering sigh as he scoops me up: Okay, up you come.
Me: Weeeeeeeeeee
A story of me, high off my nut on pain meds after my accident, as related to me today by @gordonthesquid and @scott-flyboy-tracy , and of which I have zero recollection.
Enjoy.
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selene-tempest · 21 days
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Oooh yes! That's part of the extended range, but only registered users on the fansite can access those pages. You know, for ages verification purposes.
They are pretty standard really. If you want longer go for the TB3 model, if you want something with a bit of girth as well as attachments then TB2 is your go-to. Want a little pocket pal, then pick up TB4, it's small but powerful and fits in your hand. If you want a good all rounder, you know packs a punch and gets the job done fast, TB1 design.
But the ELITE, the cream of the crop and the one I'm obviously most proud of, is the TB5 model. It's got everything, to quote the little mermaid "it's got gadgets and gizmos aplenty". It's also a smart one, registers body language and things *waggles eyebrows* to adjust to exactly what you might need. Also comes with a phone app.
Anyway, I might have been a key consultant on them and I think they're awesome.
"Hey! What's this?" Alan asked, dragging a box from the back of the cupboard.
"Oh, is that all the merch?" Virgil asked, walking over to look.
"Merch?" Alan asked.
"Yeah," laughed Scott, "When International Rescue was starting out this guy came to visit with a bunch of possible tie-ins, like t-shirts and mugs with our logo on, action figures, die cast metal toys of our 'Birds, I mean who'd buy that kind of stuff!"
"Just a whole bunch of kids toys then?" Alan commented.
"Yep." replied Scott, not looking over from his seat at the desk.
"Does this count as a toy? I mean, it says batteries not included."
"Does what- No! Nonono, that, uh, that is not a kids toy. Um, Virgil, could you, uh, find somewhere safe and out of the way for that and any other similar bits and bobs in that box?"
"Sure thing, Allie, could I juuuuuust have that back? Thanks."
Scott and Virgil caught each others eyes and smirked.
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selene-tempest · 24 days
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I made a valid point, I love him but I love sleep too.
Selene: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.
John: I wake up at 04:30 AM.
Selene: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.
@selene-tempest
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selene-tempest · 25 days
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Scott : I need to get my phone but I can't get up... Motivate me.
Selene : You'll never accomplish anything in your life, you are weak.
Scott : Yup *flops back down and steals half her sandwich*
Selene :no, wait, that's not what I meant... Meh, forget it.
Jeff: You do know you've been there for four hours, doing absolutely nothing. It's astounding.
Selene: Time is fleeting
Scott : Madness takes its toll.
*They share a lazy high five. Jeff gets a headache*
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selene-tempest · 26 days
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I love my husband
I love my husband
I love my husband
Sorry, sometimes I just have to remind myself so I don't smack him.
@i-t-guy-in-the-sky
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selene-tempest · 26 days
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shitty witch tip #78
Leave a trail of glitter everywhere you go to prove how magical you are. If unicorns can do it, so can you.
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selene-tempest · 26 days
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Selene Tempest, here for you with the spell advice.
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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Legit how I find @scott-flyboy-tracy every time
Virgil: Selene, I can't find Scott! *looks all around* Where is he? SCOTT! SCOTT! WHERE ARE YOU?
Selene: *cups her hands around her mouth and yells loudly * SCOTT TRACY SUCKS!
Scott: *nothing , vanished, nada*
Virgil : He has to be here somewhere! Try again.
Selene : *shrugs* Fine, but you asked for it. ALAN TRACY SUCKS DONKEY NUTS!
Scott: *smashes his way through the crowd, punching innocent bystanders and shoving little old ladies * FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT MY LIL DEMON BROTHER? I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!
Virgil: *looks horrified*
Selene : *doesn't even glance up from her phone. * Found him.
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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I don't even need to answer this, do I? We all know the answer...
Selene: *spins around again, lying sideways across the seat, one leg over the arm, the other dangling down to the floor to push herself around* John. John. Jooohhhhnnnnn.
John: *grits his teeth against the sound of the chair, squeak, squeak, squeak* Yes?
Selene : I'm bored *spins again even faster, her hair whipping around as she spins* Give me attention.
John: I'll only be a few more minutes, is there nothing you can find to do? *squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak*
Selene : You.
John: *prays for patience and strength, he can't afford to get distracted no matter how tempting an offer.* That wasn't what I meant.
Selene : *slows to a stop* Baby, honey, love of my life...
John: *glances over*
Selene: *grins goofily at him, upside down, her head hanging over the arm of the chair* Love you!
John: *can't help but laugh*
Selene : *starts to spin again* Pay. Attention. To. Me.
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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EVERY DAMN TIME!
Selene : *throwing things around the lounge, dragging all the cushions off the couch, swearing the entire time*
Virgil : What are you doing?
Selene : I can't find my phone! Have you seen it? I'm sure I had it earlier.
Virgil: Nope, sorry, can't help.
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Alan: *guides Three around another piece of space junk, lining up his grapple sight, he hits fire* Got it! Locked on! *settles back in his chair, then jumps forward when something touches his behind* What the? *digs around under his butt and pulls out a purple phone* Huh... I wonder what else is down here? *slides his hand down the other side and comes out with a celery crunch bar* It comes with snacks! This is the best day ever!
(Random thing inspired by me wondering if anything ever gets stuck down the side of Three's launch chairs and does Alan ever find them at random times.)
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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Thanks for that, Selene...
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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Selene : with everyone really...
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selene-tempest · 27 days
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He still does this. And I still love it.
Selene: *texts her man, just to say hi, she's nice like that.*
John: *pulls up the chat app on his comm and reads her message. He pauses, he has two choices, he debates the wiseness of both for a second then, grinning evilly, he snaps a pic and hits send*
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Selene: *Phones beeps. She opens the text and stares* How dare! *stares some more then replies* That's not fair.
John: *comm beeps. He could stop now, stopping would probably be the wise move...records a video instead and hits send*
Selene: *pauses, finger hovering over the play button...against her better judgement she presses it* Oh...gods... This was a mistake on both our parts
Gordon: *glances over* You OK, Sel?
Selene : *manages to nod, eyes glued to her phone screen. Moans softly*
Gordon : *leans over to look at her screen. Rolls his eyes* Urghh, he's so boring, like you really want to see him fiddling with his screens.
Selene: *whimpers pathetically as the video ends then texts back* Stop that! Be nice!
Gordon: Yeah, you tell him.
John: *grins at his screen and pushes it aside for a moment, letting her wait, quickly finishing off his coding. *
Selene: *stares at the screen * He left me on read! The shit! He's ghosting me!
Gordon: *snorts* No idea how to flirt with a woman, you deserve better.
Selene: *is it getting hot in here?*
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John: *finishes his last task, grabs his phone from his bedroom locker and heads for his elevator*
*Elevator docks and he takes the time to get changed before snapping his last picture. Hitting her libido button in 5...4...3...2...1*
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Selene : *phone beeps, she grabs it, opening the picture* Low blow, dude.
John: *sends an emoji in response*
Selene :John's home! *throws the cat on her lap at Alan and runs for the hangars*
Alan: *catches the cat* What the heck was that?
Gordon: *shrugs * They have been acting weird all night.
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And this is the story of how @myladykayo made me realise that Selene has a tinnnny little fetish and that John is far too classy to send a dick pic...
Girl, I love our random conversations so much, thanks for being an amazing friend that I love and adore endlessly because of shit like this.
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selene-tempest · 28 days
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When your husband is in space and you're having to sleep alone, the only thing that can make it worthwhile is the joy of making your pillow nest.
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selene-tempest · 1 month
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I just showed this post to the American side of the family and they are so befuddled, it's glorious.
John, of course, isn't that surprised, he probably knows the history of why we have these names just because it's him.
But Scott, Gordon, and Alan are now on a deep dive Google search because I told them that there is a place called Pratts Bottom that I used to drive through to get to Croydon, and now they are looking for other semi-rude place names.
Virgil is also on a deep dive but mostly because he's completely charmed by some of the names and is having a very serious discussion with Grandma about which kind of animals sound like they would live there.
Kayo and Jeff are dipping into each camp as and when someone shouts out a particularly cute or rude name and awarding them marks out of ten.
And that is my Saturday night.
@scott-flyboy-tracy @gordonthesquid @i-t-guy-in-the-sky .
anytime someone from the UK orders a print from me I’m delighted because the addresses tend to be charming and sound completely made-up, I just suspend my disbelief and accept that I’m sending a package someplace with a name like Bristleberry House at Ditchmallow in Brambleford-on-Cotton—incredible lmaooo I bet this gets delivered to you by a badger in a little coat
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selene-tempest · 1 month
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This! This is why you don't mess with my husband! Touch the husband, get the 👊. Girls rule!
Fab Five Feb 2024 - Week 3 - The Captive
Using the prompts 'Hazy / "My brothers?" / Smirk' from Nutty's FabFiveFeb Week 3 writing challenge on Tumblr! Thanks for organising, @gumnut-logic! :)
This one was a challenge for me - I'm not used to writing John - and I even struggled to come up with a title for this fic ^^!
This does contain two OCs - @selene-tempest belongs to @willow-salix , and @jade-tracy-is-go is my TAG OC (please see 'Apples and Trees' for Jade's first debut)
Please see below the cut for the full fic.
Alternatively, if you fancy reading on AO3, here's the link 💙
F.A.B. 💙
The ordeal of being drugged and kidnapped was not a alien to John Tracy - his father had, after all, been very much in the spotlight whilst they had been growing up. That being said, it had definitely been some time since he had been through such an experience.  
A very long time.
That was definitely one of the perks of being in charge of Thunderbird Five. He was definitely one of the more 'harder to get' members of his family - as well as International Rescue operative.
And that was just how he liked it.
However, mandatory 'Earth time' as well as an extremely interesting astronautics conference located in Florida had been just too enticing for the redhead to pass on.
The astronaut remembered arriving for the first day of the aforementioned conference, but everything after that seemed to be a mystery until he woke up blindfolded and secured to a chair with a throbbing headache.
Since then, he had been interrogated and threatened by some masked goons - who he was really starting to believe worked for The Hood - demanding that he give them information and access codes for International Rescue.  
Of course, John refused to entertain them.
For his troubles, they had roughed him up and thrown him into a cell for the night to 'mull things over'.
There was the tiniest window within the cell - allowing the smallest sliver of sunlight to filter through and signal the start of a new day. Although he had been awake for what felt like a good few hours, the hazy, fuzzy sensation that was still clouding his senses was unpleasant and extremely annoying.
For the umpteenth time, the astronaut tried to raise comms again. "EOS? Do you read me?"
Silence.
As lowly and almost laughably stereotypical his captors appeared, they were still small enough to consider the use of some kind of signal jammer.
John sighed and scuffed at the floor with his foot.
Suddenly, the door was thrown open and three masked men stood solidly in the doorway; blocking the only way in and out of the small cell.
"Have you reconsidered the offer, space man?" sneered the stocky man in the middle.
Although whatever he had been drugged with was still causing some brain fog, John's sharp tongue was still operating on autopilot. "Have you reconsidered your life choice?"
Unfortunately, this only seemed to anger Stocky, who closed the distance within a few footsteps and grabbed the redhead by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the back wall of the cell.
John winced as he collided with enough force to bounce the back of his skull off the wall. He felt and heard the material of his now-ruined shirt tear; the coarseness of the concrete scraping against his bare skin.
"I'm billing you for this shirt--"
"Shut up!" Stocky was quick to silence John's snide comment with a swift backhand. "You don't get to talk unless it's about handing over the information we want!"
"You're contradicting yourse--"
Slap!
Another backhand.
Harder this time.
John could feel the immediate throb, accompanied by the warm trickle of blood where his lip had split from the force of the blow.
Behind Stocky, one of the other men - slimmer and much more gangly - sauntered up. "Why don't you make this easier for yourself and just tell us what we need to know?"
John rolled his aquamarine eyes and snorted. "What is this? Good Cop, Bad Cop?"
Gangly did not respond with the brutish anger that Stocky had. Instead, he simply pulled out a wicked looking blade.
"Oh, I can play Bad Cop as well, if you want," he sneered. "Now tell us what we want to know, or I have ways to make you talk."
The space monitor's heart was starting to pound in his chest, however, he still refused to give in.
"Still trying to be tough, huh?" Stocky shook John roughly against the wall; his grip relentless. "You realise that if you won't talk, well just have to take one of your brothers for interrogation next. One of you will be bound to break eventually."
The odd, hazy sensation seemed to lift a little; only to be replaced with a pang of anxiety.  
"My brothers?"
At his words, John could see the material under Stocky's mask move as the man seemed to smirk.
"Yeah, that's right," Stocky laughed. "You were just the initial bait They came looking for you and walked right into our trap!"
"You're lying!"
"Am I?" Stocky chuckled. "Or do you really want to risk finding out the hard way? Maybe I should start with the blonde one?"
There was a long pause.
Then, to Stocky's surprise, John grinned at him.
No.
John Tracy was smirking at him!
"You think I'm playing with you, spaceman?!" Stocky bellowed in the redhead's face.
John continued to stay quiet - the cocky grin still plastered on his bloodied and bruised face.
"What's so funny?" Gangly hissed over Stocky's shoulder.
"Oh not much," John simply replied. "But maybe you amateurs should have done your homework." 
Even though he could not see their expressions beneath their masks, John could just feel the utter confusion from the two men before him.
Because he knew that whilst he was Earthside, 'the blonde' - also known as Alan Tracy - was currently up on Thunderbird Five and acting as International Rescue's space monitor until his return.
And not just his return...
As if on cue, there was a loud clang which caught the attention of the three masked men.
Ah.
Perfect timing.
"What was that?!" Stocky growled over his shoulder; tightening his vice-like grip on John.
The third masked man - who seemed quite average in comparison to his two colleagues - took this as a signal to head past the doorway to the cell in order to investigate...
Moments later, and the occupants of the cell could hear scuffling and a muffled yelp.
A solid thud soon followed.
John's grin widened even more. "Oh, you're in trouble now..."
"You think we're afraid of your brothers?" Gangly sneered, brandishing the knife offensively as he moved to the now unmanned doorway.
John still kept the amused expression upon his face.
"It's not my brother's you should be afraid of."
Gangly barely had a chance to stop and check the doorway was clear before the knife was dislodged from his grip by a swift and solid kick; the weapon clattering across the floor.
John winced as another well-placed kick to the chest sent Gangly flying backwards. The masked man bounced off the robust concrete and tumbled to the floor in a heap.
He did not get back up.
"What the hell?!" Stocky snarled at the newcomer as she slid into the cell. He paused for a moment, his expression one of sheer surprise.
As much as he did not want to admit it, John was also somewhat shocked.
He had expected Kayo...
"Oi, you!" Jade Tracy - in her full IR uniform - pointed an accusing gloved finger at Stocky, her blue-green eyes blazing. "Get your filthy hands off Uncle John!" 
"'Uncle'?" Stocky seemed to pause, letting the words sink in for a moment before he let out a short laugh. "Of all of the people within International Rescue, they sent a kid to come get you?!"
"Not just a kid."
Another person took this chance to dart past Jade and into the room, making a beeline straight for John and his captor.
John winced at the sickening crunch as a first connected with Stocky's noise, forcing the man to finally relinquish his hold over him.
"Christ! You broke my nose!" came the muffled exclamation from Stocky as he knelt on the dirty floor with his gloves hand over his face.
"Nobody kidnaps my husband and gets away unscathed," Selene Tempest hissed at the downed man. "You're lucky you're getting away with only a broken nose."
Selene tucked her long plum-colured hair behind one ear with a huff before she moved towards John and helped him to his feet. "I told you going to that convention without security detail was a bad idea, love..."
"Noted," John offered her a weary smile; letting his wife fuss over him. "Thanks for coming to get me."
"The G.D.F. are standing by outside," Jade piped up behind them. "We got here as soon as EOS and Alan managed to locate you. Are you okay, Uncle John?"
"Nothing I can't walk away from," John replied as he dusted himself off. "Appreciate the assist."
"Come on, love," Selene offered him a warm smile. "Let's wrap things up here and get you home."
"Preferably before Dad finds out I took Thunderbird One without his permission," Jade coughed before mumbling quietly under her breath. "Again."
Despite everything that has happened in the last day or so, John let out a small chuckle as he allowed himself to be led out of the cell.
"F.A.B."
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