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edorazzi · 9 months
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More Thunderbirds Are Go comics! 💖✨
A couple of belated Pride Month pieces plus Gordon giving Kayo a heart attack. Alan's lucky he's the baby of the family! 🌈
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neechees · 1 year
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Yes it does
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bearskvlls · 4 months
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if you've never watched the 1965 thunderbirds, this is me begging you to watch the 1965 thunderbirds
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flyboytracy · 2 months
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Heeeeey flyboy,
Did you ever make a gif of that moment at the end of ROF2 where everyone GASP IN HORROR reacts to Grandma’s nice family dinner suggestion (just before they all make excuses to leave)? If not… pleeeease would you have a look and see if the urge-to-gif arises?
(I tried it once ages back when I got mildly obsessed with the scene but it was appalling quality because I had no idea what I was doing… would be amazing to have a PROPER one living on tumblr to use in Situations where GASP is the appropriate reaction 😁)
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Hola :D The world always needs more GIFs from Ring of Fire
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hebuiltfive · 2 months
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This is brought up all the time but it never fails to amuse me.
The Great Jeff Tracy (if we're taking his b'day as the late noughties) would have been a Gen Z kid. He'd have been on TikTok. He'd have been around in the heyday of all these influencers. He'd be fifteen years young currently.
Jeff Tracy was a Gen Z kid.
This will never not baffle me.
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gumnut-logic · 18 days
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“Hey, Virg, c’mere.”
Virgil nearly lost his drink as Gordon yanked on his arm. “Gordon?!”
His fish brother muttered something that could possibly be considered an apology in some reality, somewhere, but kept pulling, dragging Virgil across the room.
They were at a London function, dressed to the nines, cufflinks and all, and Virgil had been in a very interesting conversation with his plus one. That plus one being Cass McCready and she was dressed in a most appealing manner that had him itching for a paintbrush…among other things.
Instead, he was being dragged across the floor by his fish brother and Cass was fast vanishing behind him in the crowd.
Her amused smile was rather alluring at least.
Gordon and he were going to have words after this.
His brother finally stopped tugging when they reached a group of rather burly looking men and women. All of them were dressed in evening wear, but there was a certain anticipation in all their expressions.
What?
A small table had been set up with two chairs. A particularly large man was sitting in one of them, an air of confidence emanating off of him.
Virgil stared.
“Virg, it is up to you to uphold how Tracy honour.” Gordon straightened beside him.
“What?”
“I need you to arm wrestle this man and prove your heavy lifting muscles to these dunderheads.”
There was a muffle of snorts at that and Virgil suddenly realised he knew a couple of these guys.
This was Blue Squad. Cass’ firefighting team.
A soft sigh of silk and Cass appeared at his elbow. “Looks like you have a challenge there, Tracy.” She was smiling at him.
It was a nice smile.
“C’mon, Virg, Tracy honour is at stake.”
He turned to his brother and glared, only to find Penelope on the fish’s arm.
Oh, honour, definitely.
Shows of masculinity really weren’t his thing. Scott had been known to flex his muscles occasionally for the ladies, even if it wasn’t immediately obvious, but Virgil was quite happy to draw attention in other ways.
Cass placed a hand on his arm and whispered in his ear. “The team need a little encouragement. Show them how it is done.”
He arched an eyebrow at her. This was her squad…and then he saw the sparkle in her eye. His lips curled as he saw the pride in her people shining there.
“Virg…” It was almost a whine as Gordon tugged on his tux again.
“Okay. Fine.”
“Yess!”
Gordon should never play poker.
Or maybe he should. His military brother did know how to play a situation, after all. This was possibly all a show.
Virgil folded himself into the chair opposite and found himself looking up at the firey opposite him. “Hi. Virgil Tracy.”
“Butch Huggins.” His voice was like a rumbling rock fall and his smile ever so confident. This was definitely a guy you wanted on your side when busting into a building on fire. He looked like he could take down a wall even in his tux.
Gordon, what the hell have you gotten me into?
A glance up at the spectators involved and he found himself ringed in eager smiles, Cass’ included.
She did have a lovely smile.
“Are we doing this?” The rock fall was apparently getting impatient.
Virgil swallowed and, unclipping his cufflinks, a present from Scott some time ago, rolled up his sleeve.
Butch did the same, revealing tattoos of flame up the length of well-defined forearm.
Maybe he should have brought his exosuit with him tonight.
The image of his claw and everything it was capable of filled his mind for a moment.
Gordon was dead when they got home tonight.
One dead fish.
And Scott might even grill him. Yes, Virgil was petty enough to bring in big bro on this one.
Where was Scott anyway?
Probably enjoying some female company. This Firey’s Charity Ball was full of very capable women, after all.
Butch slammed his elbow down on the table enough to trigger Virgil’s funny bone from afar.
Okay, well, apparently he was doing this.
Why did he feel so small? He wasn’t used to feeling small.
But confidence wasn’t something he was lacking, it was just the laws of physics didn’t seem to be leaning in his direction at the moment.
Cursing his fish brother from here to Atlantis, Virgil placed his elbow on the table. Butch grabbed his hand.
It was like being grabbed by a gorilla. Honestly, the man’s hand was huge.
If he was injured doing this and off rescues for any time at all, Gordon wasn’t going to be the only Tracy death later on.
Scott would kill both of them.
Cass was watching, though.
Virgil kicked himself for being so stupid.
Could he kill Gordon twice?
“Okay, we ready?” Gordon was flicking his eyes between Virgil and Butch.
“Ready.” Seriously, the man had a crumbling mountain for a voice.
“Let’s get this over with.” Virgil glared at his little brother.
Though something was warm in his stomach that Gordon was proud enough of him to set him up like this.
A little warm.
Very little.
“Ready, set…” Focus. “Go.”
And suddenly the mountain was falling on him.
Butch grunted, obviously throwing himself into this.
But Virgil Tracy had had mountains fall on him before and his shoulders were well trained in catching them.
The force travelled up his arm into his shoulder. His bicep was assisted by a considerable trapezius and deltoid, and while his forearm worked, his well-built pectoral joined in the refusal to move. Virgil pivoted just a little in his seat as practised reflexes took the strain.
And negated it.
Butch yelped as his hand was flexed backwards and slammed elegantly to the table top.
Oh, shit.
Virgil let go immediately. “Are you okay? Let me see that.” He reached for the man’s hand as it was quickly yanked away the moment he released it.
Butch stared at him. “How the hell?”
But Virgil didn’t have the chance to answer as the crowd around them erupted into cheers and hollers. There were hands patting him on the back and grabbing at him.
Someone kissed his cheek.
He blushed as he realised it was Cass.
Suddenly appreciating that he was still sitting down and there was an entire squad of fireman glaring at him…with some respect along with the outrage, Virgil hurriedly clambered to his feet.
“Way to go, Virg, I knew you could do it!” Gordon was bouncing on his feet.
Virgil shot him with his eyes.
The fish ignored him and kept bouncing until Penelope wrapped an elegant hand around his arm and distracted him with a smile.
She winked at Virgil.
A strong hand wrapped around Virgil’s bicep in almost a mirror move. “Smooth, Tracy. Huggins needed to be put in his place. I can use this to up the training regime. You’ve slapped down a benchmark.”
Virgil turned to find that beautiful smile on her face again. Her squad was grumbling behind her, shooting admiring glances mixed with glares in his direction.
Maybe he should join the squad next vacation just to fix that.
Yes, that was the entire reason why that suddenly seemed even more attractive.
Cass’ smile widened as she tugged gently on his arm, letting her head drop to his shoulder as it became a laugh.
Hmm, maybe he should thank the fish after killing him.
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tanushakyrano · 2 months
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kayo moodboard :]
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idontknowreallywhy · 8 months
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Err, RUDE.
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edutainer2022 · 1 month
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This was supposed to be for laughs, mostly (but ended up more sinister). It's March of the OCs, but I don't really do OCs. So they only have dialogue in this, but there IS a bit of backstory implied. I do think the Tracies would have inevitably pinned themselves on the radar of some counterterrorism or intelligence division of the GDF. I also maybe watched too much "Criminal Minds", "NCIS", and "Scorpion". This takes place after "Space Race".
PERSON OF INTEREST
"Please, tell me he didn't do it!"
"I'm afraid he did. The kid's space-rated. With parental concent."
"Ó meu Deus, what was Scott THINKING!?"
"I could throw together a quick profile, but I'm fairly certain that was a rhetorical question."
"The child is TWELVE!"
"Fourteen."
"Yeah, that changes everything and makes him soooooo much more qualified to DISARM AN ORBITAL NUKE!"
"..."
"Which... he wouldn't have done without assistance and intel."
"Now we're talking!"
"That's a moot point, anyway. We can't interrogate the boy without a legal guardian present."
"Who is on approach now and due to arrive from an earthquake in Peru in... about seven minutes."
"Four, if he pushes it to Mach 19. Which he will."
"So we don't have much time to coordinate a strategy. I think you better run point on the interview."
"That's... not necessarily a good idea."
"Listen, I'm the Big, Bad, Unknown Quantity guy, who's threatening the pup."
"That's his baby brother."
"Immaterial. Scott Tracy is a pack leader. That's his pup. He's gonna snarl, growl, bare his teeth and bark till I go away and not be a danger to his kid anymore. THEN he's gonna lawyer the child up, down and backwards. Probably the ginger Spaceman too."
"And you think he's gonna be less hostile if it's ME in the interrogation room? You HAVE read my file. We didn't exactly part on amicable terms. He's not going to be more forthcoming if it's me."
"No. But the boy might. He's raised in the household with strong, charismatic  female figures. He's not gonna be intimidated. If the child is not scared, Scott is more likely to calm down and comply with the line of questioning. We need to figure out how the nuclear codes were leaked, remember?"
"That's one vague tangent to build an interrogation on. Speaking of... We still need to interrogate the Ginger Tracy. He logged IR in for space junk duty."
"I'm on it. The trick is to get him down from orbit without their Intrepid Leader biting my head off. So keep him occupied, deal?"
"Good luck. That kid's a genius."
"I figured as much."
"No, you don't get it. A genius genius. Top 2% IQ".
"I'll take my chances."
"You do that. Simpson says he was responsible for the original crude code of Eos."
"Whoa! Alright. I'll do my homework, then take my chances. Are they ready to test Eos out in the open, by the way?"
"Not yet. The AI is acting out. Hey, hear that noise? Incoming Thunderbird in three... two... ONE..."
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Salamanders and Suitcases prompt challenge for Newt’s birthday event 2024: Day 1 - Far Off Countries!
Before I my caption properly little message. Please ignore the wonky writing. I don’t know why that didn’t come out straight, procreate went crazy when I copied and pasted a long piece of text from a word document app. I think it broke procreate, anyway it messed up big time. So please just ignore that and pretend it’s straight. If anyone knows how to fix that mess, then please let me know. All I wanted to do was add text to my picture. Honestly technology can be stupid some times, even if I do love it at other times.
Onto the picture then. Ok I initially started this years ago, maybe 2017? 2018? I can’t remember, think it was before I’d seen Crimes of Grindelwald anyway. I was inspired by some fan art I think it was MuggleNet who had posted them and I think I’d seen them there first; of an idea that what if Harry and Co had instagram? The illustrations were beautiful, and the captions were fun. So of course it was only natural that when I first saw Fantastic Beasts, I wanted to try one for Newt. But the thing with FB is that it doesn’t take place in school, so I couldn’t do a fun scene like the original illustrator who I’d been inspired by, I had to come up with something else; so I thought I’d do one with Newt and Frank instead. I don’t know why I thought of that, I was just stuck for ideas, and I just went with the first thing that came into my head. The instagram icons are the old version, because in the picture that I’d seen, they’d done the older version of instagram and I thought yeah why not? So there you have it.
Anyway it had been sitting in my drafts for years, I’d started it but got side tracked with other new projects and ideas so it just got buried and, I just couldn’t get back into it. But I decided I needed a kick in the backside to finish this, so I thought I’d enter it for this years Fantastic Beasts event that took place for Newt’s birthday instead. The event can be found on @salamandersandsuitcases profile.
For this prompt the word was Far Off Countries, so I thought it would actually be quite appropriate. Although essentially I had a different idea, but decided it was too difficult and would take too long to start from scratch, since I felt like I needed at least one piece of work up at least. And since I had this one half done, I thought it best to just go with it, besides I needed that kick up the backside to complete it, otherwise it could have been sitting there for another 100 years.
I hope you like it!! I’m actually quite pleased with it considering the colour palette got messed up because I selected comic strip, when selecting the canvas. Which apparently has a lighter colour palette than all the other ones. Well I didn’t know that till it was too late. Not to mention the wonky writing at the bottom. But I like it all the same. I hope you do too. Don’t forget to click that heart and reblog!
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quasar-concept · 4 months
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Happy Holidays from the Tracy Family!
There was no way they were going to get their 5 rowdy-ass kids to sit still for a good photo, so Lucy made the executive decision to make Jeff wear his ugly NASA sweater
For @avengedbiologist ^_^ Hope you love it!
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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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bearskvlls · 4 months
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I JUST FOUND OUT LADY PENELOPE IS SUPPOSED TO BE 26 EVEN IN TOS???????? SHE'S NOT A 40-YEAR-OLD GIRLBOSS WHO'S BEST FRIENDS WITH JEFF TRACY????????????? THEY DON'T FALL IN LOVE AT THE END????????? I'M SO CONFUSED............ 😭 after briefly sitting in shock (LMAO) i did a ton of frantic research and there are a lot of conflicting sources and ages, but APPARENTLY according to the Magical World of Gerry Anderson book, she's "an old friend of Jeff's from his Agency days", so. i'm sorry but as far as i'm concerned she is in her 40s and they're Appropriately Aged Adult Friends the way she's written in TOS feels so much more like she's an adult friend of jeff tracy's with history and inside jokes and motherly instinct/advice for the boys?? so this being said, please know that when i (eventually) draw her, it's always always always going to be 40-something!Penelope 😭 i promise i would not ship 56-year-old jeff tracy with someone in their 20s!!! thank you for coming to my Ted Talk :'^) (idk if anyone else feels this way too but if you do please lmk that i'm not alone dghjkfldhgfjkd)
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flyboytracy · 2 months
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It's been a long day without you, my friend And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again We've come a long way from where we began Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again
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hebuiltfive · 7 months
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HAPPY THUNDERBIRDS DAY !!
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Wishing everyone a FAB day ✨
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gumnut-logic · 5 months
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Virgil hated the IR spacesuits. They were far too tight and left nothing to the imagination.
Also, the red baldrics clashed horribly with his green stripe enough to rip his eyeballs out.
But although his standard uniform was satisfactory for short forays into space, it was not enough for a space mission of this magnitude as it did not have the survival and safety mechanisms needed in an emergency. So, here he was dressed like some kind of spandex wearing superhero, his heavy lifting muscles providing a great anatomy lesson to any within eyesight.
“Looking good, Virg.” Gordon’s eyes were laughing.
“Shut up, Fish.” The aquanaut was used appearing all but naked in front of thousands. Hell, Virgil had nothing to be ashamed of, it was just difficult to keep a straight face in a professional capacity.
How the hell John lived in one of these things was a mystery Virgil had no interest in exploring.
The alternative was wearing something like Alan’s spacesuit, but that had its own issues regarding his exosuit and despite the...exposure, this was the best option.
At least he had a little security with the addition of his exosuit support padding and his harness – never leave home without it. That and his baldric covered a little of his modesty.
Didn’t stop his brothers’ comments though.
Alan actually snorted in laughter.
Scott raised an eyebrow, but then their commander was dressed the same and, much like John, was giving the Greek gods a run for their money in the process.
Virgil felt like a dwarf from The Lord of the Rings. What was his name? Gami? Gimi? Gimli? Standing next to that bleached elf.
Virgil grunted. “Let’s do this, already.”
Okay, the grin on Scott’s face was both worth it and damned annoying.
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