#Wee!Tracys

[idontknowreallywhy]

Teeth

This didn’t go the way I expected at all, it was meant to be some Dad!Scott from Scott’s POV but then Allie intervened and so it’s from his now. Haven’t really tried to write a young child’s inner voice before so sorry if it is clunky and out of character and the sentence structure is appalling but… a bit of an experiment…

Also not proof read because work calls… but yolo…

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He woke with a terrified shriek and it hurt!

It hurt!

It hurt really bad!

Something was chomping on his legs and it had big teeth and maybe it was an alligator like in Gordy’s programme or a shark or… or a monster.

He shouted at it to stop and kicked it and kicked it and then realised he was cold now. His covers were gone and he could see by the red glow of his rocket nightlight that there were no gators on his bed. Maybe they were stuck in the covers.

But his legs still hurt so badly from the bites. Maybe some teeth broke off and were still stuck in his legs. He curled up in a ball and hugged them close. They felt normal to his hands but they hurt so much. His nose was all runny like it was crying like his eyeballs were and it was making his face itchy. He sniffed and wiped the tears and snot off with the arm of his pyjamas.

Gordy snuffled and turned over in his sleep and Alan froze. He wished he could climb into his big brother’s bed because Gordy knew all about gators and sharks and stuff and maybe he could make them stop biting. But Gordy had been sad and grumpy and Virgie had said the reason was he was hot and poorly and needed to sleep so the bugs in his ears would die. It sounded confusing and scary and Alan didn’t want bugs in his ears as well as teeth in his leg bones so he tried his hardest to be quiet like a big brave boy.

The invisible teeth gnashed at his legs again and Alan bit down hard on AstroTed’s fluffy arm, unable to stop himself sobbing. It wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to be eaten. He pushed his knees into his eye sockets and tried to remember the names of the stars Johnny had showed him just before bedtime. There was Jupiter but that was a planet and… and he couldn’t remember the others because his brain was full of OW.

He tipped sideways as a weight made his mattress dip and for a second he was scared he might fall into the water where the toothy things were but then there were strong arms and warm hugs and Scotty’s soft voice telling him it was ok and… and… Scotty. Alan stopped trying to be brave and tried to explain about the teeth but his voice was all jumpy and he couldn’t make the words right. Scotty got it though and Alan sighed as big hands wrapped around his shins and rubbed them firmly like he was brushing the teeth off and making them warm again. It still hurt but it wasn’t as scary because Scotty would make sure he wasn’t eaten. He closed his eyes and pressed his ear to his big brother’s chest and felt the vibrations as Scotty hummed the little tune he always used to make the monsters go away. The one he said Mommy had made for them before she had to go to heaven.

Then the tune stopped and Scotty was whispering and there was Virgie too. He had the bottle of pink medicine and the magic warm bear that could go in the microwave. None of his other bears could do that as it would hurt them but this one was special. Scotty pressed the bear on his legs and Alan accepted a spoon of the tasty medicine and then licked a drip off it off Virgie’s thumb because it was too nice to waste and Virgie laughed quietly before taking it back to the high cupboard in the kitchen.

Scotty didn’t leave though. He leaned down and picked up Alan’s covers and Alan shuffled hurriedly away and perched on his pillow because didn’t he know that’s where the gators were hiding? Scotty was brave and could fight them but Alan wasn’t that brave! But then Scotty was standing holding the covers up high and he shook them hard and showed Alan all around… no gators or monsters or aliens with fangs just colourful space ships and stars and Alan felt a little bit silly for being such a scaredycat.

Scotty didn’t laugh at him for being silly. He never did, unlike Gordon. Scotty only laughed at Alan when Alan was telling a joke and wanted him to laugh. Big brother smiled kindly and explained how Alan’s legs just hurt sometimes because he was growing so fast and maybe it meant he would be as tall as Scotty one day because Scotty’s legs used to do it when he was little too. Alan knew he was doing ‘surprised face’ because Scotty said “it’s true!” Maybe if having hurty bones was helping him be as big as Scotty he didn’t need to be so scared.

Warm bear was helping and Alan’s eyes kept closing. Scotty covered them both up with the covers and hugged him tight and hummed the special song while Alan flew through the blue sky in a rocket plane with his biggest brother standing close behind him.

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[gumnut-logic]

“You can touch him, honey.” His mom smiled encouragingly.

Virgil sat on the sofa next to his mother and stared at the tiny, sleeping baby. He was so small. So different from the pudgy little toddler he remembered of Johnny when he was little.

Well, he was still little, but now he could walk and talk and play and attend school like a real little brother.

This new baby was so small. A fuzz of blond hair and wrinkled skin, he had a weird and scary tube taped to his nose.

He looked up at his mom. She looked sick. She had been in the hospital for a long time.

Seemed like forever. Dad and Grandma and Grandpa had all been worried. Virgil had asked Scotty, but his brother hadn’t had any more answers. It had taken Grandma to sit the both of them down and explain that little Gordon had come early and needed some time in the hospital.

“Will he be all right?” It all sounded scary and it was his mommy.

Grandma had wrapped both of them in one of her wonderfully reassuring hugs. “They are both going to be fine, honey. They just need a little time to recover.”

That time staying with Grandma and Grandpa had been a mix of fun and worry. He loved his grandparents and their farm was full of places to explore and things to pull apart and animals and space, so much space.

It was worth Grandma’s cookies.

He just wished Mom would get better and come home.

That day eventually came and his Mom introduced him to his new baby brother, Gordon.

Tiny, tiny Gordon.

Virgil peered over the blankets in his mother’s lap.

As if sensing his gaze, the baby opened his eyes drowsily and stared up at him.

A little frown.

Baby Gordon reached out a hand, and without thinking, Virgil brought his own hand up. Tiny fingers wrapped around his, so, so small, and clung tight.

Gordon stared at him a moment longer before his eyes closed again.

He didn’t let go of Virgil.

“He likes you.” Mom was smiling. She slipped an arm around his back and drew him in close for a snuggle.

Virgil couldn’t take his eyes off Gordon.

“Is he going to be okay?” He looked so fragile.

“He needs a little time, but he will be just as strong as you and playing as much mischief as your other brothers before you know it.” She squeezed him tighter. “He’s a Tracy, honey. We’re made of tough stuff.” She kissed his hair.

Virgil still hadn’t let go of his new brother’s hand.

He wasn’t supposed to let go. He was supposed to save and protect.

“Gordon?”

His little brother didn’t answer.

“Virgil, honey?” It wasn’t his Mom’s voice. It was Grandma.

Where was Mom? “I’ll keep him safe, Mom.” Gordon and all his brothers.

But especially little, fragile Gordon who had entered the world too early.

“Gordon is safe, Virgil.”

Virgil held his little brother in his arms as sparks rained over them. Something was very wrong, but his priorities were clear.

“I’ll keep him safe, Mom.”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #wee!tracys #nuttyfic reblog #fishtank

[greywake]

I got all of the prompts this time! "The elephant in the room", "puppy", "lost", "the top", and "You didn't!"

It's still @gumnut-logic's fault 😆 AO3 link

Sheer Dumb Luck

Mom and Dad were going to kill him.

Gordon was gone!

He’d been right next to him as they left the Big Top. And he was still there when he’d stopped to say hi to Aisha, one of the girls in his class. He hadn’t taken more than a minute, maybe two tops, when he looked down and his little brother had vanished.

He should have been suspicious of the silence.

Scott muttered under his breath as he turned to start looking for the most annoying eight-year-old in the history of the world.

Gordon loved the acrobats, so he could have snuck back in to see them again. But he’d been facing the tent entrance while he chatted with Aisha and there’s no way he’d have missed him. So, logically, he must be somewhere else.

As it was an early May afternoon it was relatively quiet but it would get busier as it got later and if he didn’t find Gordon soon John wouldn’t be the only one who was in the dog house (he did tell John that climbing onto the barn roof would get him in trouble).

The sick feeling of desperation twisted its way through his guts as he looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of his brother’s messy blond head. Where the hell would he have gone?!?

Unable to come up with a better option, Scott picked the middle route. It led directly on from the Big Top exit to the fairground game stalls and food vendors and, knowing Gordon’s love of games and food, he hurried forwards. Firmly stomping on the rising panic at having lost him, he looked around wildly for the scrawny little kid with the almost permanent gap-toothed grin and the blindingly bright yellow t-shirt.

He was almost to the end of the row before he spotted him, the little menace staring at the prize display of the ring toss stall.

“Gordon!”

The kid turned to his big brother completely unaware of the panic he’d caused, “Scotty, can you win that for me?”

Scott, doing his best to contain the urge to yell at him, glanced up at the prizes and immediately saw what had attracted the eight-year-old’s attention.

A large grey plushy elephant seal. Fuzzy, over-stuffed, and almost the same size as his little brother. Considering how nuts Gordon normally went over any sea creature it really wasn’t surprising that he’d managed to find the one stall in the whole fairground that had any marine animal-related prizes. But even at the grand old age of thirteen Scott knew that this particular game was little more than a scam.

“I’m sorry, Gordon. I don’t think I can.”

“Please?” That hopeful wheedling tone that would usually persuade Grandma Taylor to let him get away with nearly everything was in full force.

“Gordon, these games are practically impossible to win.”

“Please, Scott!” Gordon would know he was about to say no so the boy deployed his most devastating weapon: The Puppy Dog Eyes™.

He should be immune. He’s had plenty of practice with four younger brothers who all do their best to get their way. But there’s something about Gordon’s big carnelian-brown eyes, filled with hope, that he finds impossible to say no to.

Scott groaned and pulled out what was left of his pocket money. After sodas and candy floss while watching the show, he was down to his last three dollars. The sign said ten rings for one.

Well, he could sacrifice what was left to keep his little brother happy.

"Do you wanna try too, Gordo?"

The excited jump and wiggle was all he needed as confirmation as the stall attendant came over to relieve him of his money in exchange for two boxes of rings.

"No leaning forward, and throw one ring at a time," the girl said as she wandered back over to the side of the stall with a slightly bored air.

Gordon started throwing rings straight away. He was normally a good shot but the hard plastic of the rings bounced off the glass soda bottles every time.

To be fair, Scott wasn't doing much better and soon they had both used all their rings with no success.

"Please, Scotty! One more try! Please?"

"You know we won't win anything, right?"

Gordon's head nodded but his eyes spoke of nothing but complete faith in his big brother. "Just try?"

With a resigned sigh, Scott handed over his last dollar and received ten more rings. "Do you wanna throw some?"

"Nope. You do it."

Well, might as well get this over with then he could call dad for a pickup.

He tossed the ten rings at the bottles in quick succession, not paying any attention to where he was aiming. After all, what was the point when the game was basically impossible to win?

"Okay, I lost. Let's call…"

"You didn't!"

"What?"

Completely nonplussed, Scott followed Gordon's bouncing gesture towards a bright orange ring nestled neatly over the neck of a bottle.

"Huh."

Smiling broadly with all trace of boredom gone, the girl straightened up from where she was leaning on the stall siding and came over to them. "So what prize do you want?"

With absolutely no hesitation, Gordon, practically vibrating in his excitement, shouted, "The elephant seal! The elephant seal!"

At Scott's bemused nod, she carefully unhooked the huge thing and handed it over with a wide grin.

He'd been right. The thing was almost as big as his little brother. Gordon couldn't even get his arms all the way around it and he definitely couldn't see over it.

"Want me to carry it?"

Gordon grinned brightly as he shook his head. "Nope!"

Scott chuckled. "You got a name for it?"

Gordon thought for a moment, trying to squint past all the fuzz to see its face. "Hercules."

Scott couldn’t help but grin in return as he grabbed his little brother's shoulder and began steering him back to the fairground entrance. "Hercules? I like it."

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[whatgaviiformes]

For the cute asks- Rocking chair with wee!Tracys?

Characters: Gordon Tracy, Scott Tracy, Lucy's Dad Words: 850 Genre: Fluff (A/N - I like the idea that Gordon got it from somewhere)

*****

Their granddad had been right, Scott thought, as Thunderbird Four hit the water and over comms a whoop layered with laughter roared in his ear. It was a wince-worthy volume, but Scott couldn’t stop smiling. Gordon’s joy had that effect on people, and even Brains, focused on the incoming data from the machines, had a shine to his eyes, behind his large frames.

Plus, it reminded him of his own first voyage with One. Gordon’s marine technobabble wasn’t so different than his own language of aerodynamics and mathematics.

“Easy, Gords. I need my eardrums,” he teased, continuing to watch his own view of the monitors. “Take her down slow.”

“Scott! That was awesome! I mean, I’m not going to let that statement go, but first that was ahhhh-mazing! I can’t believe she’s done!”

“She’s in testing,” he reminded him, as he was supposed to be giving them feedback about her handling during her first foray into the seawater around Tracy Island.

“Yeah,” Gordon laughed. “But you can’t just gloss over a comment like that. What was Grandpa right about?”

“Oh!” Scott corrected himself, “Not Grandpa Tracy, but Grandad Tanner, on mom’s side. You probably don’t remember him that well. You were just a baby.”

“500 feet.” A quiet crackle. “Tell me more. I’ll admit my memories are vague. What was he right about?”

“Well, he always knew you were made for the water….”

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. ~*~

The household was in a flurry of activity, with Jeff tackling the kids upstairs while Lucy briefed her father on the normal course of events for the evening.

“Are you sure you got this, Dad?”

Sharp green eyes watched his daughter check her purse three times and circle the kitchen for her husband’s keys. It was rare that she and Jeff managed to get a night out to themselves, and it showed. She seemed stressed about the opportunity to relax!

“Hmm,” the older man joked, hiking the sleeping baby a bit further up his chest where he rocked him on the rocking chair. Though his hair had gone completely white beneath the Irish wool cap, his beard still held speckles of its original red. “It’s like you don’t think I’ve ever changed a diaper.”

“But—”

“Luce. Go enjoy yourselves. They’re my grandkids too. I’ve got this.”

Scott half-listened to the exchange, focused more on the parts of his newest model plane spread over the table. He was only allowed to work on it there, because he needed to make sure the small parts wouldn’t end up on the floor where Gordy or Johnny could get them.

But when Granddad mentioned him and his brothers, he perked up to see what was going on, in time for him to toss him a wink while Mom and Dad brought the rest of the kids down and then left for their event. Scott grinned at that. Grandad always treated them like they all held some deep secret together.

Scott tried to focus on his plane, he really did, but there was too much to be distracted by with all the kids in the room, and Granddad’s humming.

“Scotty,” Granddad whispered, gesturing for him to come closer. “Wanna help me with Gordon?”

Of course, Scott was willing to help, but he had a different idea. “Can’t I help with Virgil or John? Gordon always cries for me.”

Granddad chuckled, deep from his belly, and the baby blinked, nuzzling his head closer to the vibrations. “This one just needs a rocking,” he encouraged. “I can show you.”

He sprang up to give Scott the opportunity to sit where he had been on the rocking chair, carefully placing Gordon in Scott’s arms and showing him the proper position for keeping him upright and safe. The baby fussed with the hand over, but just as Granddad said, he started to settle with the soft movements of the rocking chair, and Scott took good care not to swing too harshly.

After a few soft movements trying to mimic what Granddad had done, Scott glanced up.

“Like that?” he whispered.

“Just like that,” Granddad smiled down at him, proudly. “That boy’s going to be a sailor some day. Just like his ol’ granddad.”

“How do you know, Granddad?”  

He gestured to the chair. “It’s the lull of the sea. Your brother’s got the ocean in ‘im. And you,” he ruffled Scott’s hair, “you’re just like your father. You’ve got the sky in ya.”

That made Scott feel like he’d won all the candy from the arcade, being compared to his dad. He wanted to be just like him when he grew up.

“Grandad?” Scott asked as Gordon started wriggling again. “Can you tell me what you were singing?”

“Oh, that my boy was a shanty, from long ago - If you gave your best and your heart stayed true…” ~*~ .

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“Keep Hauling, Keep Hauling,” Gordon sang as he reported in, and Scott recognized it as the same tune his Granddad had taught him long ago though it had been ages since he'd uttered it. “I know it. I don’t know how I do, but I do."

#Gavii Scribit #Ask Box Prompts #ficlets #Gordon Tracy #Scott Tracy #Wee!Tracys

[edutainer2022]

I have a killer headache today, so a fluffy Jeff and Scott sleep-fic WIP goes up. The ideas, bouncing about, are thanks to @flyboytracy and the giftset of Scott, tumbling down Dad's planetoid, @janetm74 and her Scott vs. Sleep in-depth explorations, and @gumnut-logic in some way or other (I did remember what comments inspired the visuals in my head). There is supposed to be and will, at some point, be an unabashedly fluffy closing scene, featuring Virgil, but re: killer headache today.

SHIELD OF PROOF

**Then**

"It isn't fair!"

His wife's huff is equal parts amusement and exasperation.

"How do you do that, Jeff? Seriously? I get stranded with a toddler shaped supersonic jet. You waltz in from the Moon and he's the sleepy kitty, napping at a drop of a hat!"

She throws her hands up in a dramatic flare, but her eyes are brimming with fondness. He hides a smile in the crown of curly brown hair and makes it a kiss for good measure. The sleeping child is breathing puffs of air into his chest, one tiny arm hugging Dad as best he can, another still holding a toy plane. Jeff could never imagine the idea of a heart swelling with love could feel so real.

"Well, at least Virgil gives you no trouble. That little guy could sleep through a rocket take off."

Which he promptly has. Baby Virgil made GDF private chat trends, having famously slept all through his Dad's launch to Alpha Shadow base.

The trick with Scott, a firm believer in going "run", "fast", "jump" and "vroom" ALL THE TIME, and a self-proclaimed nap-nihilist at a wise age of two and a half, was to remember the little fella was a Tracy. It would get you nowhere to talk him out or to deny what he's set his mind on. But it was possible to reason with the boy and suggest a more optimal solution to obtain the ultimete goal (running about with a toy plane, making engine noises) - say, the plane engines needed to cool down, so how about we wait for a moment right there, on the couch, and then it can fly even faster. Between officer training tips and the unbridled adoration and trust in the bright blue eyes - Jeff soon had a sound asleep toddler in his arms. Or maybe it was because the arms were strong, and big, and Dad, and Dad was THERE.

His wife is openly smiling now, reaching down to extract the toy from the small hand.

"Do you want me to take him? I'm going to check on Virgie anyway."

He adjusts his hold on the warm, small weight with one hand and pulls her closer for a quick kiss.

"Nah, we're good. I'll get Virgie once this little man is up and about again."

Which is bound to happen sooner than they'd both like. The house will be filled with invigorated pitpat of tiny running feet, and shrieks of delight, and little grumbly noises the roused baby would be making, as he would take Virgil to the back porch. But for now he settled to listen to his eldest son's even breathing, enjoying the quiet while it lasted. He was home.

**Now**

"How did you do it, Dad?!"

Virgil's baritone barely passed for stage whisper. He played along, raising a quisical brow at his son's dramatic gesture, spanning the length of the Island infirmary bed. Or rather, the considerable length of Scott, tucked to his father's side, sound asleep. To his credit, Jeff tried for looking sheepish, but it came out more cheeky than anything. Virgil was having none of that - hands up in the air.

"Seriously? You've been back from space for what? Twenty minutes? And you already have him cooperate, have an arm in a sling AND asleep?! It would have taken me the better half of the night!"

Jeff promptly bit down a response that he also got Scott to take painkillers and agree to a deeper scan first thing in the morning. All under half an hour. It felt a little bit comforting to know eight years down the line and he still had what it takes to stare down an adult son who was "fine, Dad, it's nothing, you need to rest!" and had just incidentally led a mission to rescue his hide from the far corner of the galaxy (having tumbled down half an exploding planetoid in the process). What didn't sit comfortably was the offhand understanding his other son would consider himself on Scott wrangling duty 24/7 apparently. It truly had been a long while since he was their father. This would need to change. He shifted a light hold on Scott's slumbering frame, mindful of the shoulder, secured in a sling over his shirt and (now confirmed) bruised ribs - and smiled up at Virgil.

"I have my bag of tricks, son."

Virgil's soft gaze was quickly shiting gears back to a deeper shade of worry (something Jeff would need to nip in the bud), as his hand reached for the medscanner. Which was obviously redundant as it was, likely, the scanner activation that sent his second eldest careening back to the infirmary. His mother barely managed to shoo everyone out to begin with, after Jeff had been settled and hooked up to monitors and IV lines. Alan was beat and half asleep on his feet. John was back up in orbit, to set up sorting data from their incredible trip with Eos (Jeff was a little fuzzy who that was, again - a student? some kind of child prodigy?). Kayo took off with the GDF and her uncle, having given Jeff a fierce hug. Gordon was bidding goodbye to Penelope (and Parker, of course) or whatever the kids called it these days (Jeff filed that one to bask in amusement later). Scott and Virgil were determined to keep round the clock vigil and to not leave Dad's side (possibly ever). Between himself and Mom he managed to negotiate Scott taking the first shift, fully intending to set up camp by his father's bedside and start on the report of the Zero-XL mission. The GDF guys did eye them funny, but still. A report right away? Jeff hid a sigh in a fit of cough. He had a mission of his own, till eight years of fatigue drew him under. Back on the planetoid, crumbling beneath his feet, the lifelong instincts helped compute the flash of lanky blue, tumbling as a ragdoll into the void, into the alarm claxon, blaring "son" and "fall", translating the surge of adrenaline into a single focus - "catch!", a move well honed ever since baby Scott first swandived off a backrest of a couch. Between taking in his son dangling off the death grip of his hand over the abyss, blue eyes transfixed in a mixture of awe and shock, meeting the rest of the boys all grown up and surreally THERE, in his arms, exposing the Hood in a surge of fury so consuming he was sure he scared his kids, and hugging his mother upon landing, he did allocate a breathing moment to process the thought there was no way Scott hadn't hit anything through the collision with every boulder that had been Jeff's home for eight years, or hadn't pulled anything in their drop and grab maneuver.

TBC

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[squiddokiddo]

Thank you so much for the fantastic banners!

You may already have done these and I’ve just missed them, but how about:

Fluff Fic

Sick Fic

Wee!Tracys

Thunderbirds AU

Hugs you.

Sure here you go:

I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you like them.

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[chaoticdesertdweller]

Elvira, Pee Wee and Traci Lords.

#icons #elvira #pee wee herman #traci lords #paul reubens #cassandra peterson #80s horror #80s aesthetic #80s nostalgia #80s comedy #80s #black and white photography

[thatinvertguy]

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Going absolutely feral for this silly shithead.

#my wee wee is confused #lackadaisy #nicodeme savoy #tracy butler

[gumnut-logic]

Scott goes to the zoo

This resulted from a typo in chat - it was meant to say ‘Scott goes zoom’. It didn’t. Also @onereyofstarlight​ is a chaos creator and this is the result :D

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight​ for the inspo and encouragement, and the read through ::hugs you tight::

This is pretty much crack. Wee!Tracys. You have my apologies.

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He really had no idea where things had gone wrong.

It should have been simple. He was eighteen, responsible, head of his class, and excelled in leadership challenges. He was a top-of-the-line Rescue Scout, he had all the badges. This should have been easy.

But it wasn’t.

It had been Virgil’s suggestion. Though more correctly a Gordon-suggested-Virgil suggestion. Scott would have much preferred a trip out to the local airstrip and John had made it very clear that he would have rather visited the local space centre.

But Virgil had pulled the ‘we always do aerospace, this is unfair to Gordon’ card. And the annoying thing was that Virgil was right. Gordon usually got the short straw in group activities because his interests lay in different areas to the vast majority of the family.

He did have a powerful advocate in Virgil, though. Fully capable of poking every button Scott had to get his way.

Younger brothers may be everything, but damn they could make life difficult.

Maybe the fates had sent this one as a learning experience.

He stared down at the chicken currently perched on his knee. It was one of the fancy breed types. Small, fluffy, barely able to see beyond the end of its beak, and exactly the perfect size to fit in Gordon’s pocket.

This wasn’t an empirically tested fact, but Scott could not work out how else his little brother had smuggled it out of the petting zoo. Perhaps he should be glad it hadn’t made it out of the actual zoo and onto public transport, or, god forbid, back to the hotel room…and Dad.

He was trying not to think about Dad too much right now, because explaining this was likely to get them all grounded until Scott had as much grey hair as his father.

Though at this rate, that might not be too far into the future.

“Scotty, can I have an ice cream?”

He turned to look at his tiniest brother and was assaulted by his big blue pleading eyes.

This was seriously not fair. His brothers had weapons like this that Scott had so much trouble denying. “No, I’m sorry, squirt, we have to stay here until the Zoo Manager comes back.”

“But I’m hungry.”

Gordon, still dripping wet, on the other side of Scott, poked his head around. “Told you, you should have eaten all your lunch.”

“Shuddup, Gordy.”

Hmm, maybe Scott had said that phrase a few to many times if Allie was picking it up. “Gordon, I wouldn’t be saying anything right now if I were you.”

“Hey, it wasn’t my fault.”

“Then whose, exactly?”

“I was saving Frilly! She can’t swim!” As if to emphasise that fact, the chicken on his knee fluffed up its feathers and flicked water in his face.

He closed his eyes and wiped a hand over his eyes. “And who exactly endangered Frilly in the first place?”

“She wasn’t in danger! I was protecting her!”

“By stealing her from her home?”

“Scott! We have a farm where she can play and be happy.” Gordon screwed up his face. “Not be trapped in that horrible cage.”

“Gordon, we have been through this. She is well cared for.”

But his little nine-year-old brother folded his arms over his chest, screwed up his face into a massive grump, and turned away from Scott, conversation ended.

Water dripped silently onto the wooden bench.

“I want an ice cream.”

Scott closed his eyes and sighed.

The chicken pooped on his jeans.

-o-o-o-

Perhaps it had been a bit much to ask of Virgil. His younger brother had spent most of the year eyebrow deep in his studies. It couldn’t be easy having John the genius waltzing through several subjects enough to catch up and then having to work alongside him to get final grades. There were three years between Virgil and John, but John was quick, and while Virgil was his own kind of smart, it didn’t equate academically to Johnny.

Virgil took it well, but Scott, while proud of both his brothers, knew it couldn’t be easy for the elder of the two.

So if Virgil had been distracted enough for this to happen…

No, that wasn’t fair. This was Scott’s responsibility and he trusted Virgil with everything.

When Alan had wandered off and disappeared, Scott had no issue with leaving his other two brothers under Virgil’s care while Scott tore through the zoo trying to find the missing three-year-old.

There had been announcements over the PA, staff alerted, and a hunt.

Apparently, while Scott panicked - yes, he would admit to himself that his response was a little haphazard and, if he was honest, frightened - Virgil had chosen to distract their two youngest brothers by taking them to the small aquarium.

After all, Gordon adored aquariums. Good decision. Excellent choice.

Perhaps not so much.

By the time Scott located Alan, who had somehow hitched a ride on a tour buggy that had disappeared into a jungle exhibit, both Gordon and Virgil were soaked to the bone, and John had been ‘arrested’ by zoo staff.

Hugging Allie to his chest, not sure he ever wanted to let him go again, Scott had walked into the aquarium to discover chaos - with his three brothers at the centre of it all.

John was the biggest surprise, really. His middle brother was the academic achiever, smart and more inclined to spend time with himself than hordes of friends.

But then they do say it is always the quiet ones.

John had dismantled a holographic sign, re-coded it and changed the display.

“What the hell? Why, John?”

Showing zero remorse and if anything, disgusted that he had had to go to the effort, his brother replied, “They were disseminating incorrect information. That was not a Leafy Sea Dragon, it was a Weedy Sea Dragon.”

Scott had stared at him for a full moment. “How the hell do you know that?”

John rolled his eyes. “He’s my brother, too, you know.”

And then he’d been mobbed by zoo staff demanding to know how to fix whatever it was he had done.

That left Virgil.

Who had fallen into the central aquarium itself while trying to get Gordon out of the water.

Did Scott love his fishy brother?

God, yes.

Did he want to throttle him?

There was a strong possibility.

Virgil could swim, of course, but it had been an aquarium with other denizens of the sea in there with him and while Gordon was quite happy chasing stingrays and sharks, Scott completely understood Virgil’s not so positive reaction to sharing marine real estate with them.

There may have been a little too much water swallowed and so much coughing afterwards that the zoo staff had called in their medical team.

Yes, Scott could feel a grey hair popping up through his scalp right about now.

Virgil’s apologies kept being cut off by his hacking cough.

So here Scott sat, a little brother either side of him, a chicken on his knee, one brother getting the third degree from the zoo technical staff, the other being given oxygen just in case he hadn’t finished drowning.

Scott’s brother radar was pinging in so many different directions he was at a complete loss how to respond. This was a new experience.

He always knew what to do.

But apparently not now.

So the sight of his grandmother walking through the door set off such a wave of relief he nearly went down under it all.

“Grandma!”

“Honey.” And he was wrapped in her arms, the chicken taking flight as he stood up, and two little brothers jumping in to make it a group hug.

She stroked his hair.

“Thank you for coming.”

“Always, honey.” She pulled away gently. “Now, get me up to speed. I need a sit rep.”

He stared at her.

Both the chicken and Allie were attempting to climb his legs.

So Scott Tracy straightened up, reported in detail…

And handed the situation off to his superior.

Grandma would know what to do.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Alan Tracy #John Tracy #Virgil Tracy #wee!tracys #crack!fic #nuttyfic #onereyofstarlight's fault

[sinligh]

In an alternative universe, i can imagine another version of myself

one in a stable relationship happy in the arms of a lover.

Toned down paranoia, and Indulgent pleasure.

I worry that that version of me is delusional

in love, but alone in it that I’ll somehow miss the signs of an emotionally absent partner the way I missed my father…

And yet, I’ll come up with excuses because I never felt comfortable with pointing my finger

that I’ll overcompensate.. Nest in the apex of their heart and believe that there’s no way higher

that the hierarchy is nothing but guilt inducing anger.

It's easy to love me;

i grew up in a household where it's acceptable to sacrifice your own soul in exchange of feeling like your existence is convenient.

As years went by, I learned to love that feeling eventually more than life itself..

i lost a lot of myself watching my mother hand feed me all that she is, all that she wanted to be, then sneak bites of who she was before she had me..

now, i think i can be whoever a lover needs me to be.

Then when they’re not around I’ll let my pieces fall down and hope that somehow they’ll align…

this terrifies me...

I don't want to settle and passive smoke my own life, set in the corner and inhale the damage even when it isn't mine.

I love love, I just don’t think it’s for me...

In a lecture about addiction, our doctor said

“The neurobiology of love is the same as neurobiology of addiction"

To me, that makes sense for i lose all my edges whenever I'm submerged in a wave of it.

My ends melt trying desperately to reach out even when i don't really know how to direct them to anyone other than myself

Paint them orbits to circle around me and feed them rays of hope

"our paranoia won't last forever"

At least that's what I whisper as i try to keep them close enough, not too much;

I don't want eternity

“I only wanna die someday”

I wrap them around me every night until i suffocate in an embrace trying to comfort all the atoms of love that are lost in me...

I’ll come to an end; and you'll be free.

•••

•Quotes: Roland Barthes/ Angelea Lowes/ Anaïs Nin/Mahmoud Darwish/Mary Oliver/ Ottessa Moshfegh/Elaine Kahn/ Natalie Wee/Carole Maso/Tracy K. Smith/Halsey/chelsea g. summers/ Anne Sexton.

•Original context: sinligh

•Art reference:

1. Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen. 2.Quoted, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 3. Choke, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 4. Ceruse 87, 2008, oil on linen by Jen Mazza. 5. A girl with pomegranate (detail) by William-Adolphe Bouguereau. 6. An Interior with a woman seated by Lampligt by Christian Valdemar Clause Danish. 7. Photo by Soul Eom. 8. "two people" by Mila Plaickner. 9.Art by Lisa Lach-Nielsen

P.s: writing this felt like:

“It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me”

Song rec:

#sinligh poem #quotes #roland barthes #anaïs nin #mahmoud darwish #mary oliver #ottessa moshfegh #elaine kahn #natalie wee #halsey #tracy k. smith #chelsea g. summers #anne sexton #web weaving #word weaving #blotched words #parallels #compilation #art parallels #art compilation #paintings #feminsm #feminist #feminine rage #rage #patriarchy #fuck the patriarchy #daddy issues #mommy issues #female hysteria

[balrog-slayer66]

Pee Wee Herman, Traci Lords and Elvira step into an elevator...

#pee wee herman #elvira #traci lords #pee wee's playhouse #elvira mistress of the dark #pee wee's big adventure

[legendarytragedynacho]

Pee Wee Herman (Paul Reubens) and Traci Lords

#paul reubens #pee wee herman #traci lords #actor #comedian #singer #porno movie star #actress #comedy

[edutainer2022]

I came across a reel online of two toddlers playing in the yard: they were dunking themselves in soapy water in a paddle pool, then sliding down a plastic slide, because soap made them slippery and go faaaast. And I thought that's absolutely what Scott and Virgil would get up to, Mom Tracy having half-okayed it because that gave her at least 30 solid minutes to BREATHE and deal with baby John, before the OG Terrible Two got to jumping off elevated surfaces or something. Again. Scott would, eventually. And Virgie does everything Scotty does. She's just keeping an eye on them not sliding headfirst into the ground JUST YET, till the baby is fed, burped and asleep.

#thunderbirds are go #wee!tracies #methinks i have astronomy

[katblu42]

Passing the Big Brother Baton

Something brought this one to mind recently, so I thought I'd bring it out for another airing.

You can also find it here on AO3

** Please note ** For this story Virgil is older than John.

Lucy knew her nap was over when the shuffle of little feet on the carpet became loud enough to break through the drowsy fog.  The little hand on her belly proved the point, but the whispered words kept her eyes closed for a while longer.  Much of what her eldest son was saying was too incomprehensible for her sleepy mind to decipher, but she caught the gist.  The hand on her very pregnant belly was part of an explanation that a baby was in there.  The beginning of a very serious instructional talk.

“Going big bruh now,” three-and-a-half year-old Scott was telling his barely one year old brother. Lucy was awake enough for her brain to begin re-interpreting the baby-talk to mean “You’re going to be a big brother now.”

“Like me!” Scott continued.  “I you big bruh.  You baby big bruh.”

Lucy allowed her eyes to drift open a little, wanting to see how this information was being received, but not wanting to interrupt.  Scott was too focused on Virgil to notice she had woken.  She could just make out Virgil doing that little bounce on his chubby legs as he stood on the other side of Scott, with both hands holding on to her bed for stability.  A flicker of movement in the corner of her eye diverted her attention and she saw her mother-in-law tentatively look into the room, ready to shoo the boys away and let her sleep.  Lucy caught Sally’s eye and gave a slight shake of the head, which the older woman took as her cue to withdraw.  The instructions continued.

“Baby come soon.  I look (after) you. You look (after) baby.”  The word “after” wasn’t spoken, but Lucy was used to filling in the blanks.

The only response Lucy could discern from her vantage point was a slightly furrowed brow – Virgil’s serious expression, one he used when concentrating hard.

“Big bruh job.”  (Meaning “That’s a big brother’s job.”)  There was a pause and Scott’s hand moved onto Virgil’s shoulder.  “I help you.”

“Ba!” Virgil replied, rather loudly, with another bounce as he flexed his leg muscles.

Scott nodded.  Apparently that was the required response.  Instructions had been given and received, and with that Scott turned and headed for the door, with Virgil toddling after him.

Lucy stifled a giggle.  Her boys were precious.  She had no doubt the new baby would be well and truly doted on.

****

With the impending birth of a fourth little Tracy, bedroom re-allocation was required.  Lucy had struggled with the best way of broaching the subject with her three boys, but needn’t have worried.  She should not have been surprised when five-and-a-half year-old Virgil immediately suggested John could move into his room.  He further justified this as the best solution by adding that Scotty was the biggest so he should have his own room.

John seemed apprehensive at first, but Virgil’s enthusiasm for the idea was apparently a persuasive force.  She watched, and silently followed, as he took John ever so gently by the hand and led him to the room in question to show him how it would all work.

“Your bed can go there.  Under the big window.  Then you can see the stars before you go to sleep.” His hands gestured at each space in turn as he spoke, his eyes alight with the imagining.  “My bed can go over there – I don’t need the window.  Bookcase goes there.  You gots more books than me, so it hasta go close to your bed.  We can share my desk.  It’s got all my pencils and paints on it though.  Is that okay?”

From her half-hidden spot just outside the door she could see John nod, seeming a little bewildered, but not altogether displeased with the idea.

“I promise I won’t be too loud,” Virgil assured his four-and-a-half year-old brother, “and it’s a big room, so you’ll still have lots of space all to yourself.”

Virgil must have seen or sensed something in John’s mood that she could not from out in the hall.  He sat on his bed, facing the window, and patted the space beside him, inviting John to sit to his left.

“I know lotsa things are changing right now.” There was a slow gravity to Virgil’s tone, so different to the rushed excitement of a moment ago.  “It’s gonna be okay, though.”

Virgil stretched his arm behind his brother’s shoulders, but waited until John leaned in against his side before letting his hand rest on the younger boy’s left arm in a gentle hug.

“You’re gonna be a big brother now,” Virgil said softly, “just like me and Scotty.  Big brothers gotta look after littler ones.  Scott looks after me sometimes.  I look after you.  You look after the baby when he comes.  But we’ll help you, too.”

“What about Mommy and Daddy?”

“They got lots of grown-up things they gotta worry about.  That’s why being a big brother’s so important.  Mommy and Daddy will look after all of us, but we can help them if we look after our little brother.  I gotta look after Scotty sometimes too, ‘cuase he doesn’t got a big brother.”

“Do you think I'll be a good big brother?"

Virgil nodded, and Lucy noticed the extra squeeze in the embrace.

"You're gonna be a great big brother.  And if you need any extra help you ask me, or Scotty and we'll help you."

"Okay," John said, visibly relaxing.  “I’m gonna help lots when the baby comes.  And I’ll help you look after Scotty too.”

Virgil gave an emphatic nod.

“Scott needs a lot of looking after.”

Lucy had to walk away before the laughter she was so desperately trying to stifle could burst out in a snort.

****

Gordon had just turned four, and with a new baby on the way the family had inevitably been throwing around the “big boy now” comments.  Lucy had been careful to involve Gordon in the necessary process of setting up the nursery furniture in the room he would soon be sharing, worried that he might resent the impending invasion.  Unlike any of the other boys, Gordon seemed reluctant to step into big brotherhood.  For over a week now he’d been very clingy, wanting cuddles with Mom on the flimsiest of pretexts, and needing Mommy’s (or, to a lesser extent Daddy’s) help with tasks that he had more than mastered.

Lucy was wondering what challenges today would bring when there was a commotion in the kitchen – a clattering of kid-safe plates, cups and bowls as though someone was rummaging through cupboards and spilling items out onto countertop and floor tiles.  Gordon had just gone in there.  With a sigh, Lucy heaved herself to her feet to see what was happening.  Before she reached the kitchen door the sound of John’s voice prompted her to stop and listen.

“What are you looking for?” the eight-and-a-half year-old enquired with a patience Lucy was sure she could not have mustered.

“My sippy cup,” came the simple reply, accompanied by more rummaging and clattering.

“Why?”

“For my juice.”  Lucy could hear the exasperated sigh in Gordon’s voice suggesting this was the most obvious thing in the world, despite him not needing his sippy cup in well over a year.

“I was going to pour yours into a cup just like mine.” 

Lucy was relieved her perceptive third child had been smart enough to avoid the term “big-boy cup.”  The use of similar terms had been enough to induce tantrums over the last few days.

There were footsteps and a cupboard door squeaked open as John apparently went and retrieved Gordon’s sippy cup from the corner cupboard used to store all the retired-until-further-notice toddler items.  Juice was poured, the lid popped on and the cup was slid across the countertop, presumably towards Gordon who had more than likely climbed up to sit on a stool opposite his big brother.

“You know, just because you won’t be the littlest anymore doesn’t mean Mom and Dad don’t love you just as much as they always did.”

Lucy was not surprised John was able to pinpoint the problem behind Gordon’s regressive behaviour, but she was impressed that he was able to articulate it so well, and that he was willing to address the issue head on.  There was no answer from Gordon, and she found herself imagining him trying to process what John had said, probably with head slightly tilted to one side and a squinty frown.

“I was the littlest before you were born,” John said solemnly, and perhaps with a hint of nostalgia.

“Really?”  The shock in Gordon’s voice had Lucy visualising his russet eyes widening.  “But you’ve always been big!”

John laughed.  A quiet, contented, closed mouth, chesty sound that Lucy always loved to hear.

“That’s because I’m older than you.  And I’ll always be older than you.  I’ll always be your big brother, just like Scott and Virgil will always be my big brothers, and all of us, including you, will be the baby’s big brother.”

“I don’t wanna be a big brother.”  Lucy heard the pout, and the crossed arms in Gordon’s words.

“Why not?”

“Don’t wanna be sponstible.  Wanna do fun stuff with Mommy, like before.  Just me and Mommy.  No baby.”

Lucy felt the prickle of tears in the corners of her eyes.  John let out a sigh.

“Yeah, it kinda sucks that you don’t really get to choose to be a big brother.  It just happens and you’re stuck with it.  And it is a big responsibility.  You need to look out for the little one, make sure they’re safe – like when I had to stop you from crashing the toboggan into the garage. You have to help them with things they can’t do yet – like I just helped you get a drink of juice.  But being a big brother can be pretty cool.  If you help mum look after the baby you’ll still get to spend time with her too.  And you can play with the baby sometimes.  Then when he gets bigger you get to teach him stuff.”

“Like what?”

“Well, the baby isn’t going to know anything about the world, or how things work, or being a Tracy.  He’ll watch you and learn from you – even when you don’t know it.  And when he’s old enough you’ll get to answer all his questions – like I answered when you asked me about how tadpoles turn into frogs.  You’ll be able to teach him important things like where all the best hiding spots in the house are, and not to steal grandma’s cookies.  Stuff Mom and Dad might not know, and stuff they might be too busy to help with – that’s the kind of big brother stuff you’ll need to do.”

There was a pause, and a soft shuffling and rustling of clothing.  Lucy thought John might have moved around the kitchen counter so he could put an arm around his little brother, or a comforting hand on his back with a gentle rub.

“You don’t have to do it all yourself.  That’s the best part about being a Tracy – we stick together, we all help each other.  You have three big brothers you can come to whenever you need to.”

Lucy wished she could see her boys at that moment, barely holding herself back from entering the kitchen just to see their expressions, to see the demonstration of exactly the big brotherly love John was speaking of.  She could hear the gentle scrape and clacking of cups that suggested the boys were sipping their drinks, perhaps even toasting the moment, before cups were tapped back down onto the countertop.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” she heard John quietly continue.  “I wasn’t sure how I felt about being a big brother at first.”  This was news to Lucy, and she wondered if she had missed something that she should have seen four years ago.  “But as soon as Mom and Dad brought you home I knew I would do anything to make you happy and keep you safe.”

“You didn’t want to be my big brother?”  The teariness in Gordon’s voice was heart-wrenching.

“I changed my mind really quick.  I found out having a little brother is the best feeling in the world.  There’s nothing like the way you looked up at me when I held you in my arms, or the feel of your tiny hand wrapped around my finger.  And you were fun to play with, especially when you were big enough to laugh.”

“I’m still fun to play with!” Gordon insisted, then doubt crept into his voice.  “Will you still play with me after the baby’s born?”

“Of course.”  John laughed again, this time a bright chuckle.

It seemed the serious conversation was over and the long silence prompted Lucy to begin to withdraw.  As she walked away she heard the beginnings of a whole new discussion.

“Are we sure the baby’s gonna be a boy?” Gordon asked

“Yeah, Mom and Dad and the doctor are all pretty sure.  Why?”

“Do you think I could ask if we could have a sister instead?” As curious as Lucy was to hear how John would handle that one, she kept walking, unable to stop the broad smile spreading across her face, and the swelling of absolute love in her heart for all her boys.

#fic reblog #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #wee tracys #lucille tracy