#f.a.b

[the-time-lord-oracle]

The models of Thunderbird 2

The many models of Thunderbird 2 used throughout Thunderbirds. I'd love to own one of these, but sadly they were all destroyed long ago. Model A is one that I'd love to own. That model met it's end filming the crash sequence in Terror in New York City. A shame as that was the best-looking model, while model D comes in a close second.

#thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbird 2 #thunderbird 2 models #F.A.B

[clown-eating-pig]

Always remember that, if Jonathan Sims went from having short, serious hair to long, flowing locks over the course of tma, then at some point during those five seasons he had to have had….The Bob.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #F.A.B. jonny #that’s what they call him #he most likely would have been in the coma tho with his funky little bob #so sad #imagine your uptight boss goes from having super short hair to being in a coma #and it’s growing out #one of the few signs of life #he’s lying there battered and bruised #you may never hear his voice ever again #but a few months in and he has a BOB #and you’re NOT supposed to laugh??? #just a little??? #I can say all of this bc I used to have a pixie cut #and had to go through the months long Awkward Length phase #and the idea of serious Jon with Awkward Length bob is SOOOO FUNNY

[moregraceful]

1) what's been your favorite breakaway challenge gimmick from past all stars? 2) what's the best snack you ever had at a ballpark? and/or at a hockey rink? 3) what do you think nick cicek's goal song should be if the cuda ever supported fun and enjoyment at hockey games?

oh these are juicy! sorry to nick cicek for how much i'm about roast him

i don't think i ever really recovered from maggie and becs showing me the jakub voráček breakaway challenge feat. johnny hockey in the middle of the pandemic. like. what do i even do with that. voráček is just slinging that little man around like a rag doll. "he did for the bit" he did it bc every man in the nhl has at one point or another found johnny hockey the perfect size for hugging and that was voráček's chance for to hug im.

gosh i have only been to five ballparks ever in my life and three of those were in the bay area...i like that the cubs give you your mid-game sundae in a little helmet. that's fun. i mean you're never going to get better than the grandpa selling churros at the san jose giants ballpark, like that's always going to be my favorite, but i do find the wrigley field helmet sundae delightful and have on more than one occasion put the helmet on my dog.

i haven't trusted nick cicek's taste in music ever since he said his pregame hype music was 50 cent's "in da club." girl were you even alive when that song came out my god. oh no i just checked he was three whole years old. oh no help. i really don't trust him NOT to choose "like a g6" by far east movement, so i'm choosing for him based on vibes. since his vibe this year seems to be eldest daughter slash grandpa and he's staring down the barrel of the gun of the end of his entry level contract, i'm choosing two wartime favorites: "jumpin jive" by cab calloway or "sing, sing, sing" by benny goodman. we will never hear them. on pride night, he changes it to the andrews sisters' "beat me daddy, eight to the bar" to be funny and predictably scores his one whole goal of the season, an ot gwg. i would laugh so hard i start crying and would have to go stand in the hallway to calm down. the world (me, raptured with joy to another plane of existence, and henry thrun, psychosexually paralyzed with anxiety) would never be the same

#when i write my cuda wwii postwar au then you will all see.... #also while i was deep diving through spotify for the perfect song for cheech i realized #william eklund's goal song if he weren't a coward would be the 2020 rerecord of ''potential breakup song'' by aly & aj #also that someone needs to play and painstakingly explain ''ghost ride it'' by mistah f.a.b. to raski bc i think it would change things #it would introduce several new opportunities for injuries on the cuda. but i think it would be good for morale overall #thank you for this ask. perfect way to end the day! #cage replies #tausendsorgen #bb cuda

[canepatrick]

there's something here that catches me more than a Baradun waiting to be kissed. and even a little more kissed Ben B.O.B.🌝 Rob's wrists.😩💔

#viva la dirt league #vldl #epic npc d&d #baradun #bartholomew osiris bladesong #rowan bettjeman #bodger #F.A.B. i guess? #whatever still cute #adam king #ben van lier #roberthartleygm #robert hartley

[onminernstig]

Killa Fonte ft. Just Bang & Young YR - Money Motivated (video by CMDelux)

Mistah F.A.B. had recent een post dat Philthy Rich's F.O.D. niet de credits krijgt die het verdient. Volgens hem zou het héél anders zijn als het niet vanuit Oakland (of stiekem Las Vegas) was, maar vanuit ATL. Daar hebben ze wel de infrastructuur enz. Anyhow, waar we Philthy vroeger de Trae Tha Truth van de Bay noemden door de featurings noemt F.A.B. hem gerust de Master P en F.O.D. het No Limit van de Bay. Waar dat in ieder geval voor geldt is dat het bijna niet te doen is om helemaal bij te blijven met de releases (Sh*t Talkers 4(!) is inmiddels uit van Philthy x Skinny T), maar deze blijft in rotatie.

Overigens wel komisch dat Philthy Rich ook nu nog rapt dat zijn retirement écht écht écht aanstaande is. We zullen het zien.

#Killa Fonte #CMDelux #Just Bang #Young YR #Philthy Rich #Mistah F.A.B. #Trae Tha Truth #Skinny T #Master P #Youtube

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Don’t Get Caught 2018

#Don’t Get Caught #Momentum #Albert Alves #B-Legit #Rufina Barrow #Clark Blondry #Edward James Broussard JR. #J.B. Brown #Wayne Bigg Weezy Brown #Celly Cel #D-Shot #Kaveo Kevin Davis #Hen Dogg #Monica Doll Phace aka Floyd #E-40 #Mike Epps #Mistah F.A.B. #Snoop Dogg #Jogeezy Ferrell #Cousin Fik #H-Ryda #Kevin Hammes #Omar Hilton #Brian Hooks #Letty Jene #Brock Johnsen #Sanchez #Kaelem Miles King #Luenell #Elise Neal

[koufax73]

Caterina Petrignani: "F.A.B." è il nuovo singolo

Fuori sui digital store per Lunatika Records/ZdB "F.A.B.", singolo della cantautrice ternana Caterina Petrignani, con il testo della poetessa romana Giuditta Maselli

Fuori sui digital store per Lunatika Records/ZdB F.A.B., singolo della cantautrice ternana Caterina Petrignani, con il testo della poetessa romana Giuditta Maselli.F.A.B. è il terzo singolo del lungo viaggio chiamato F.A.B.I.O., un progetto fortemente voluto dalla label manager Giulia Massarelli, suggestionato dalla silloge di cinque poesie scritte da Giuditta Maselli e reso possibile grazie al…

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#caterina petrignani #emergenti #f.a.b. #genere musicale #musica indipendente #singolo #spotify #streaming

[jayfeefle]

“i actually don’t know” we are being feddddddd

also i love the f.a.b squad with my whole heart

#shrevor #angela giarratana #courtney miller #angela’s reaction has fueled the rest of my day #shayne topp #trevor evarts #smosh

[somerandomdudelmao]

I now adore the idea that dad is used as a collective noun, some odd mental amalgamation of Donnie, Leo and Mikey, like the F.A.B spray in the episode 'Stuck On You'

Lmao yes! They come together, they combine their efforts and brain cells, and evolve into a unknown to science family structure, which Casey thinks is "dad"

[risequotes]

Daily Rise Quotes: DAY 255

Leo: FAB?

Donnie: F.A.B. Foam agent bonding. It’s state of the art. It could change the entire...

Leo: Not this again. You see Raph, usually when Donnie's in speech mode, I could just run away, but now [laughs] I’m stuck.

(Season 1, Episode 10A - Stuck on You)

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #quote #risequotes #day 255 #stuck on you #alt text #leo #leonardo #leonardo hamato #rise leo #rise leonardo #rise donnie #donnie #donatello hamato #donatello #rise donatello #tmnt

[musenemesis]

ph F.a.b | Fab_sacha_salome

Allons nous perdre dans un océan de nénuphars

#fab sacha salome #photography #hands #nénuphars

[tonicandjins]

I am sorry for doing this, but I was in an accident a couple of weeks ago, which meant I had to take a leave from my part-time job. I’m currently only earning ₱100 per hour (that’s less than $2 USD) and I’m unable to work overtime due to my condition. I have many bills piled up already, and I’ve honestly been unable to sleep because of this. I have over ₱20k on bills (roughly $400 USD) at this time, and I’m desperate and not sure how I can come up with that amount until Friday. I took academic commissions but it can only cover my daily needs.

Please, please, please help me. I’m not sure how else I can come up with at least half the amount. I don’t have a credit card and not to be that kind of person but it’s only me and my younger sister whom I’m sending to school. Please. Any amount will do. Please help me.

GCash/Maya: 09958976526 (F.A.B.)

Paypal: @tonicandjins

If you could reblog this for me please. I’m running out of time and I don’t know what to do

#tonicandjins #help needed #help need #donation #donations #haechan au #haechan fic #haechan fluff #haechan smut #nct dream writer #seventeen writer #seventeen smut #seventeen angst #financial aid #financial help #queer #mutual help #mutual aid #assistance needed #signal boost #boost #please reblog #help please #send help #god help me #help me #please help me #need financial assistance

[jade-tracy-is-go]

Hi everyone! 💙

Long time no speak!

Things have been sooooo cray-cray both inside and outside of IR, but just wanted to pop by and say I hope everyone is having a great 2024 so far!

Get ready for some adventures from me and my family soon! 💙💙💙

F.A.B. 💙💙💙

#thunderbirds are go oc #oc #jade tracy #original character #thunderfam #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go

[llamawrites]

Legacy

The warm tropical sun shone through the windows of the villa. Lucille Tracy sat at her desk. She let out a sorrowful sigh. I can’t believe that it’s his death date again. Lucille thought bitterly. Her vision blurred as tears spilled from her eyes. It had been years since her husband died, but grief felt like new. An ache pushed against her heart. He was her other half, the one whom she shared all her secrets with. He was gone, and all she could do was weep into her hands. She was so deep in her sad thoughts that she didn’t notice that she had company.

“Oh, mother,” said Scott, full of sympathy for his grieving mother. The oldest Tracy had an inkling that he needed to check on his mother. It was lunchtime, so Scot grabbed lunch for his mother. He set down the plate on the desk and went to give his mother a huge hug. Lucille leaned into the hug, and she couldn't help but cry even harder. They stayed like that for a good minute before the eyes in the third oldest son’s portrait started to glow. 

Lucille looked up from her hands. She gave Scott a mournful smile. Gosh, he could have been Jeff’s twin. A new wave of sadness hit Lucille like a Tsunami. She swallowed the lump in her throat, but tears rimmed her eyes.

Scott let go of his mother. He flipped a switch on his mother’s desk and was greeted with the concerned face of one John Tracy. 

“Ma, how are you doing?” John asked.

A sad sigh Escaped Lucille's lips as sadness flitted across her face.“I’m doing as well as I can be.” Scott stood beside Lucille. He gently squeezed her shoulder as if to say, ‘I’m here, mother.’

John’s heart twisted as he watched on from Thunderbird Five.  In moments like these, John wished that he wasn't up in Thunderbirds Five so he could comfort his grieving mother.

‘I miss him terribly.” John said the whole family was grieving on this day. John himself had grieved in his own way. He had spent almost all morning talking to Virgil. They had talked about the bitter-sweet memories of their late father. He had found himself mourning the death of his father too.

Lucille gave a glum smile.” Your father came up with the idea of International Rescue. He told me about his wonderful organization that would save people. I was on board the moment he spoke the words "International Rescue.” There was a pause, a lump formed in Lucille's throat. “He told me about his International Rescue a few hours before his death. I made myself a promise when I saw Grant and his frozen bodies. That promise was to make  International Rescue real so that no one else had to go through the pain that I went through losing my husband and father-in-law.”

After another pause, Lucille shuddered, holding back a sob. She gestured with her hands to the room around her. “Scott, John, this is your late father’s legacy, “ Lucille said,” if it wasn’t for your father’s ideas, none of this would be possible. At that moment, Lucille wished that Jeff could be here to see his sons now.

“He would be so proud of you guys,” praised Lucille as she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. 

“Mother,” said Scott,” Father would be proud of you. It takes a lot to run a billion-dollar company. He would be proud.”

John nodded in agreement and added,” You’re also a great author. You made three mystery novels, two of which were on the bestseller list. Father would be so proud of your novels too.” 

Lucille gave John a sad smile. She let out a sigh. The pain of loss was still there, but the pain was less.

Before they could continue talking, something caught John’s attention on Thunderbird Five. “Ma, I think I’m getting a call in for International Rescue, be right back.” With that, John hung up, and Lucille sat staring at John's still Portrait.

Thirty seconds later, John's face reappeared in the portrait. “Ma, that was the California Fire Department. They need help fighting a huge forest fire.”

Scott stood beside his mother, ready for action.

“Tell them that Thunderbirds One and Two are on their way.” 

“F.A.B.”

With that, John ended his second call. Lucille checked the clock that hung on the wall beside her. It was noon, and the rest of the Tracys were enjoying lunch. There wasn’t time to walk to the kitchen with fire rescues every minute counts. So, she did the next best thing.  Lucille slapped a red button on her desk, and all of a sudden, an alarm rang throughout the island.

Virgil was the first one to arrive behind him, Gordon and Allan.  They stood by the desk, ready for their mission

“Boys, there is a wildfire in California," stated Lucille. ”Launch Thunderbird One and Two, Gordon, you go with Virgil. Alan, you stay. You might be needed on another call.”

With that, the boys rushed to their Thunderbirds, and Alan went out onto the patio to watch the launch. Rubbing the last tears from her eyes, she glanced up at the heavens. 

“Keep watch over them, Jeff.”

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Here my first fic of my Role Swap AU, where Jeff dies and Lucille lives. It has been sitting my drafts for a while, Enjoy.

#thunderbirds 1965 #tos au #thunderbirds #legacy au #I'm going to post on AO3 tomorrow

[alexthefly]

Thunderbirds trick or treat

Trick!

Haha! A trick you say?

How about a snippet from the very first (and as yet unfinished) thing I ever wrote for TAG? And I'm not even going to tell you what's happened... 😈

Without another word John tapped his screen a few times, keeping his face carefully impassive.

"Thunderbird One, Thunderbird Two has been...delayed. I suggest you proceed without him." "Why, what's wrong?" came Scott's voice on the other line, immediately on alert. Smother Hen Mode engaged, ready to flap. Kill me, kill me now. John’s mouth twitched again, but he kept his voice level. "A small mechanical hitch, nothing to worry about, but it’s affecting takeoff. Virgil’s working on it, but in the meantime I'm redirecting Kayo to you to act as backup for the mission." There was a pause while Scott weighed up John's explanation. Usually their Big Smother wasn’t easily fobbed off, but they all knew he trusted John; if it had been anyone else telling him that everything was fine… "Alright then. But tell Virgil I want a full report when we get back." "F.A.B." Virgil let out the breath he’d been holding and wondered - not for the first time - if his younger brother might just be a little too good at bending the truth. Thank goodness he was on their side. "Thankyou," he breathed. He really was lucky to have such a great... "EOS, take a screenshot." What? "Hey!" "For posterity." A low grumble. "Blackmail you mean." John smiled sweetly. Bastard!

#thunderfam halloween #thunderbirds are go #virgil tracy #john tracy #WIP

[tracybirds]

snoozeville: [character] falls asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed.

with (you guessed it) Gordy :D

:D Thank youuuu!! I hope you like it!!! I've been imagining this moment allllllll day!!

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Gordon’s head felt like it was full of water and given there’d been no breach in his gear, he knew that wasn’t a good sign.

“How’s it going down there, Four?” said Virgil through the main radio. “I’ve received six people so far, any progress on that last guy?”

“Yeah,” said Gordon, his voice scraping against his throat. He coughed irritably, trying to dislodge the phlegm that had materialised on his vocal cords. “Yeah, Virg,” he tried again, sounding more like himself. “His section shut down without any signs of failure when the leak was detected so it’ll be quick.”

“It better be,” said Virgil. “I want you back up here as soon as possible.”

There was no mention of the frog that had made a home in Gordon’s throat, but there was no way he hadn’t noticed.

With the comms off, Gordon allowed himself a low groan as he rubbed his bleary eyelids before he put his helmet back on and focused on the submarine station in front of him.

“In and out,” he muttered. “Keep it together, Four, you’re nearly done.”

Forty-five minutes later and they were back out of the ocean. Virgil whisked their final passenger to the medbay, leaving Gordon to supervise as Thunderbird Four was winched out of the ocean. His feet dragged as he crossed the deck and he paused in the corridor, bracing himself with a grimace as Thunderbird Two rumbled around him and rose in the sky.

He tapped his comm, calling up Scott with a touch.

“We got them,” he said, his eyes staying firmly shut. “I’m taking myself off duty, tell Virgil he’ll need to do handover.”

“F.A.B. Gordon,” said Scott. “You did good. You better get up to the cockpit and strap in, John says there’s a weather system en route. Virgil’s plotting a way around it now, but the turbulence might hit any second.”

“No problem-o,” said Gordon as Scott signed off. He cracked open an eye, looking at the ladder directly ahead of him.

“Maybe one problem-o,” he muttered, leaning forward as though that could lift his leaden feet off the ground.

He stumbled forward, catching himself on the ladder before he remembered the elevator on the other side of the room and dragged his tired, aching body to the giant mechanism.

There was no handrail, and so Gordon sat down in the centre, wondering vaguely why the world had begun to spin.

“Gordon, turbulence ETA is three minutes, I need you up here now,” said Virgil’s terse voice. “Where are you?”

“Lift.”

“Lift?”

“Yeah,” said Gordon, his tongue starting to slur his words in his exhaustion. “Can you call it? I… I can’t do both.”

Virgil didn’t waste time asking questions, and the elevator shuddered around him as it began to rise. The roof opened to the cockpit above with a shhht and Gordon raised his head as a hand reached down to help him up.

“Damn it, Gordon, you’re burning up,” said Virgil, his forehead furrowed as he looked Gordon over. “When did that happen?”

Gordon could only shrug and grab at Virgil as Two jolted beneath them.

“Virgil, I can’t pilot her from Five, not in this weather,” called John. “Get him in his seat and take over.”

Virgil nodded, a tight look in his eyes as he deftly bundled Gordon into the co-pilot chair.

“Okay John, I have controls.”

Gordon let his head loll to the side, allowing the gentle vibrations of Thunderbird Two lull him into an easy rhythm. He blinked slowly as he watched the lights flashing on the dashboard, knowing that despite the motion, he was safe in Virgil’s capable hands as he flew them home.

Home, he thought dreamily, imagining the soft pillows that awaited him and the warm blanket that would alleviate his chill.

Nearly there.

***

As soon as Virgil had a spare moment, he glanced worriedly over at Gordon, softly snoring in his seat. His flushed cheeks were pressed up against the side of his seat, his open mouth drooling slightly.

He sighed, knowing his brother wasn’t in any immediate danger, knowing also that Gordon had been the one who had decided to keep his illness to himself.

“Idiot,” he muttered. “Next time, just tell us. I already have to worry about Scott and John, you can’t be pulling this crap too.”

Gordon snuffled unaware as he tried to burrow deeper into the unforgiving chair and a sudden shudder wracked his body.

Virgil reached for the shiny emergency blanket he kept tucked away in a pouch and reached over to tuck it around Gordon, his hand lingering as he brushed the damp hair back.

“Sleep well, Gords,” he whispered.

[feel free to send me a prompt plus a character!]

#gordon tracy #virgil tracy #sometimes i fic #thunderbirds are go #first one done :D #i think i'll have time for one or two more tonight :) #fanfic 🥰 #thunderbirds #collected works (mine) #gordon 💛 #virgil 💚 #h/c #ask games 😁💕