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edorazzi · 11 months
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Some Thunderbirds Are Go comics I’ve been working on over the last few weeks! Sorry to everyone but I’m completely obsessed with this show lately. Love these boys so much.
Feat. Scott getting some dopamine from Virgil, Gordon and Alan getting creative (inspired by a Distractible clip) and John forgetting how gravity works. I’ve got the scribble bug so lots more of these are on the way! 💖
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flyboytracy · 4 months
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nocternalrandomness · 7 months
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#5 Turnin' 'n Burnin'
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jacksonstarkiller · 4 months
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And done!
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Ford Thunderbird Apollo Concept, 1967. Five Apollo concept cars were created for Abercrombie & Fitch to bolster traffic in their 5 flagship stores. The new 5th generation T-Bird represented a major move upmarket as the Mustang had encroached on the Thunderbird’s market positioning. Ford were happy to provide A&F with the cars to generate publicity for the new generation model. The cars were finished in an exclusive Apollo Blue colour, and sent to long-time Ford customiser Dearborn Steel Tubing Company for “enhancement” and finishing, at a cost of $15,000 per unit (about $137,000 in 2022). In addition to the special paint and vinyl roof there was a gold anodised grille emblem, landau S-bars and badge work. Significantly the cars were fitted with prototype ASC sunroofs because there was no convertible 5th generation T-bird as there had been with all previous generations. Ford hoped the sunroof option would appease open-air enthusiasts though it didn’t become available until 1969. Also fitted were a quartz foglight, bespoke wheel covers and a trunk-mounted antennae to support the numerous wireless devices. Inside there was a custom-built full-length centre console including a radio-telephone, Philco colour TV, and dual reading lamps. Of the 5 cars built one was destroyed in transit to the San Francisco store but at least 3 of the others are still known to exist. 
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taffydragonart · 1 year
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Second set of Anderson inktobers from 2020
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Those two prompts together on a 2 page spread was just serendipity. ♪⁠~⁠(⁠´⁠ε⁠`⁠ ⁠)
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This drawing of Virgil has been doing rounds again and it's really old so I decided to redraw him.
Virg is here to give anyone a cuddle if they need one.💚💚
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forest-falcon · 6 months
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Just an idea I jotted down tonight. I don't know what this is but I thought I'd throw it out there!
🌌 🧡☕💚🍁🌏
John lit a candle. He paused a moment to watch the amber flame grow tall. After three months in space, it was a novelty to witness a naked flame in all of its (otherwise fatalistic) beauty, burning bright.
He'd missed this.
It was a short list - the things he could honestly claim to have missed when floating weightless amongst the stars. His family, of course, went without saying; though he was never truly without them. I mean, he had more contact with them than most families had - even the ones who lived a fence-hop away from one another. And life on Five gifted him with the mental stimulation and full schedule needed to distract from any potential loneliness. So, really...no. He didn't miss his family all that much. He did but he didn't. It was complicated.
Candles - candles he did miss. It seemed wrong to admit that, given his musing on family. Obviously family held an astronomically larger portion of his heart. But, he could count on family to be there. To check in with him. Worry about him. Mither about sleep, diet...calendar dates for potential visits (the list went on.) Then there were their visits up on Five. To some extent, they smothered him. As a person, John couldn't claim to be all that people-y. But knowing what it was to lose a member of family, his family; well...he didn't mind the occasional smothering, not really.
Candles. Candles were clear-cut. With candles came fire - a raw and hypnotic gift from Earth. As an astronaut, John was naturally wary of the exothermic reaction. But like a moth to a flame, he found himself entranced by their ethereal tranquility when back on Earth.
Reading in space was...nice. But it lacked that rain-thrumming-on-the-window-pane, chunky-knit-throw, autumnal-spiced-candle vibe that in John's mind equated to perfection.
Five was home, but her sleek, state of the art design was streamlined in such a way that she lacked the cosy hideaway nooks to curl up in with a hot brew. Virgil, who was perhaps the only brother who shared such an appreciation, had done his best to help recreate such a space in space with a giant John-sized cushion and a steady supply of potpourri with each care package sent. It wasn't the rainy day Earth vibe described, but it had its own merits. The window view, for example, was far superior. Earth swirling like a suspended marble in the black velvet of space; though John found that her presence often stole his focus away from the worlds within said books. Plus, there was that one time when the artificial gravity failed on Five, and John found himself floating in a sea of dried orange segments and suspended pine cones. EOS claimed the ceilings had smelt wonderful for weeks after - not that she could smell. Her sense of humor was definitely improving.
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nakamorijuan · 1 year
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超時空要塞マクロスII -LOVERS AGAIN- 第5話 「ステーション・ブレーク」
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lenfantdeverone · 7 months
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THUNDERBIRDS DAY!!!🚀🚀
I will forever be grateful for the Thunderbirds. Here my poor attempt at cosplaying John Tracy my beloved, keep slaying in orbit my introvert king
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ajpendragon · 7 months
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It has come to my attention that I have made a lot of people very unhappy with the first part of this story. So, in the interest of no longer dealing with quite as many angry people, I have more!
Please don’t hate me too much!!
Debris
“You’re doing great, guys!” John’s encouraging voice came through the comm. “There’s one more life sign in the southeast corner of the building. Looks like ground level or below.”
Gordon glanced at Virgil, wiping the grime from his forehead. His big brother was clearly exhausted, having been doing more than his share of the heavy lifting all day. Gordon’s back twinged, but he ignored it. It was nothing he couldn’t handle, and Virgil was in worse shape. He shot his brother a cocky smile. “I got this, Virgil. Keep my exit clear until I come back.”
He turned and jogged into the building’s interior. As Virgil disappeared behind him, he switched on the lights on his helmet and pulled up the map of the building that John had uploaded to his wrist comm. The tiny red dot flickered, then stabilized, and he quickly mapped his route. Down one flight of stairs, two hallways over, and down again. This shouldn’t take long. 
He ran down the stairs, coming up short at the bottom as he stared down the tangled mess of the hallway in front of him. He mentally revised his prediction. This could take a little bit. 
He clambered over and under the debris, heading further and further into the hallway. A particularly difficult climb set his back spasming, and he had to stop and breathe though the pain. It faded into a bone-deep ache, which wasn’t much better, but at least it was consistent. 
He had been pushing himself too hard recently. Once he got out of here, he’d have to ask John for some downtime. And some for Virgil too. His big brother had been pushing himself just as hard. In fact, why wait until later. He reached up and thumbed the button on his collar. “John?”
No response. That wasn’t like John. The building must be blocking the signal. As if to prove his theory, the little red dot he had been aiming for began to blink and jump, before finally disappearing for good. 
He fixed its location in his mind and continued. While IR tech was good, it wasn’t infallible. This would not be the first rescue Gordon had completed without its help. He was a professional. He could handle it. 
He rounded the final corner to the last survivor and was unprepared for the sight that greeted him. Blood spread in a pool around the man. Gordon knelt to check for a pulse, but it was gone. He was too late. 
He bowed his head in respect for a moment before forcing himself to his feet. The building wasn’t going to wait forever, and he needed to get out. He turned to leave, then staggered into a wall as the building shook around him. His head collided with the concrete, and everything went black. 
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When he came to, everything was still black. He tried to reach up to switch on his flashlight, but he couldn’t move. 
He tried again. Nothing. He reacted, frantically trying to move anything. Nothing responded. He tried to take deep breaths to quell the rising panic, but it flooded over him. Unable to help himself, he began to hyperventilate, and passed out. 
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He was a little more coherent the next time he awoke. Focusing on breathing exercises to control his fear, he concentrated on trying to wiggle one body part at a time, starting with his toes. Each successive failure sent his heart rate spiking, but each time he forced himself to calm before continuing. By the time he completed his evaluation, he was sweating with the effort of maintaining his composure. It wasn’t great news. 
He couldn’t feel anything below his waist. The only thing he could move was his fingers, and that was just barely. The pain in his back had blossomed from the usual ache to a burning pain he hadn’t felt since…
Just the thought of his accident was enough to send him spiraling again, and he sent long minutes trying to retain control. The memories of blinding pain, helplessness, long months in the hospital threatened to drown him, and he found himself hyperventilating again. 
It was a long time before he could think logically again. The panic in this situation was familiar, and he forced himself through the breathing exercises Virgil had taught him, that were cemented in his mind by months of use.
Virgil would find him. 
He just had to hold on. 
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flyboytracy · 3 months
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nocternalrandomness · 7 months
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"Drivin' Five"
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jacksonstarkiller · 4 months
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Little sneakpeak
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OMFG Madame de Pompadour from doctor who is Lady Penelope from Thunderbirds?!!!
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tinytracys · 10 months
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Group hug time!
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