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katiedido2 · 11 months

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Meet Cute

I wanted to contribute a piece for Thunderpride, and Virgil wanted to take part. It's a very rare pair, I think, but Virgil was adamant about this. In my headcanon, Virgil is bisexual and biromantic.

I know nothing about coffee, not being a coffee drinker, but I did know Australians have a certain way of doing coffee. I hope I got it right.

This is set in the month following Jeff's return to Earth.

It's fun and sweet for a Friday. I hope you enjoy it.

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Meet Cute

“Virgil?”

The voice behind him in the Sydney coffee shop caught Virgil Tracy’s ear. He turned towards a familiar person.

“Dr Furnier?”

Stephen Furnier smiled. “Hello, Virgil.”

“Hello, Dr Furnier.” Virgil smiled in return.

The men shook hands.

“You saved my life. I think you should call me Stephen.” He remembered how nice Virgil Tracy smelled when the IR operative had carried him onto Thunderbird Two. His cologne scent was light but very appealing. Stephen hadn’t been able to get it out of his head for weeks afterwards.

“Okay…Stephen.” The two men smiled. “You’re looking good.”

“So are you.”

Virgil chuckled. “I meant since the last time I saw you, but thank you.”

“Oh!” Stephen blushed and then, scratching the back of his neck, chuckled. “How embarrassing.

Stephen Furnier was just as Virgil remembered him. Attractive, trim, and neatly attired, with that full head of blond hair he wanted to run his fingers through. Virgil was a sucker for blonds. Not wanting to get distracted and keen to put the other man at ease, Virgil asked, “So, what brings you to the wilds of Sydney?”

“Ah. I’m in Sydney for work. I plan to be here roughly a year.”

“There are certainly enough spiders here to keep you busy.”

The line moved, and the two men moved forward.

“There are!”

Virgil chuckled. “Deadly and otherwise.”

“Actually, Australia has more non-lethal spiders than people think.”

They moved forward with the line.

“Oh. It probably doesn’t help that we only hear about the deadly ones.”

Stephen chuckled. “No.”

“Are you looking for any spiders in particular?”

“Not this time. I’m doing work for the Australian government. They’ve asked a group of arachnologists and herpetologists to study the effect of climate change on the ecosystems of spiders, lizards and snakes.”

“That sounds interesting.”

“It is!”

“Will you be working in Sydney?”

“Not the entire time. We’ll be going around the country. We’re trekking into Western Australia for a month in a couple of weeks.”

“What can I get for you two?”

Stephen and Virgil looked in surprise at the barista. They hadn’t noticed that the line had progressed so far. They looked at each other.

Virgil tilted his head and held out his hand. “What do you say, doc? My treat.”

Stephen raised his hands in protest. “No, no. You saved my life. It’s my treat.”

“But you saved my life capturing the creepy spider.”

“Creeping banana spider.”

“Guys.”

The two men looked in the direction of the voice. The barista stood with their eyebrows raised.

“Lumberjack, let the doc buy you coffee; you can buy him dinner, but let’s keep the line moving, okay?”

The two men blushed. “Um, sure.” “Yes, okay.”

“What’ll you have, Lumberjack?”

“I prefer Logistical Tree Feller.”

“Yeah, but it’s too wordy.”

Virgil shrugged. “Okay. Lumberjack it is. I’ll have a Long Black, please.”

“Okay.” The barista typed his order into the computer. They looked at Stephen. “And you, big spender?”

“Yes, um… may I please have a flat white?”

“Right-o.” The barista rang up their order.

Stephen touched his thumb to the pay pad, causing a soft beep, indicating that he had paid.

“We’ll call when your order is ready.”

Stephen stopped them. “Wait. Don’t you need our names?”

The barista cocked their head. “Do ya think there are more than one Doc and Lumberjack in here?”

Stephen frowned. “Umm…”

Virgil chuckled. “Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out…doc.”

Stephen blushed and chuckled. “Oh, yes. Of course.”

They moved away from the counter and stood together. Virgil was enjoying talking to Stephen and wished to continue their conversation. He hoped Stephen felt the same.

“Shall we find a table? We can keep talking…unless you have to go….”

“No!” Stephen blushed again. He glanced at Virgil from beneath his eyelashes. “No, my afternoon is free…and I want to continue our conversation.” He smiled when Virgil’s face lit up at his reply.

“Okay.”

They found a table near a window and sat.

“I’ve been terribly rude. Virgil, I neglected to ask what you were doing in Sydney.”

“That’s okay, doc-”

“Stephen, please, Virgil.”

Virgil nodded. “That’s okay, Stephen…I have a few days of R&R. I’m taking in a couple of museum exhibits, and I managed to get tickets for tomorrow to see Ming Ha at the Opera House.”

“Ming Ha? I’m not familiar with them.”

“She’s a classical pianist.”

“Oh. Classical music isn’t really my thing.” Stephen hesitated, wondering if he had said the wrong thing. He cleared his throat and spoke quickly. “Do you like classical music?”

“I do! I enjoy playing it on the piano, but I prefer jazz.”

Stephen’s face lit up. “I like jazz too!”

The men smiled at each other.

“Doc and Lumberjack!”

“I’ll get it.” Stephen rose and went to collect their coffees.

Virgil looked out the window, watching passersby until his companion returned with the nectar of life coffee. An idea occurred to him, and he tapped a message into his phone. A moment later, his phone tinged. Reading the reply, he smiled and looked up in time to see Stephen returning with their coffees.

“A tall black for the tall black-haired gentleman and a flat white for the spider guy.” Stephen grinned at Virgil while he set the cups on the table and retook his seat. “What are you grinning at?”

“I’m not grinning.”

“Virgil, you look like a cat who’s eaten a canary. What is it?”

“The coffee is called a long black, not tall black.”

“Oh.” The blond blushed. “Australian coffee rituals are very confusing.”

“They are if you aren’t familiar with them. You did okay ordering your coffee. Unless you didn’t actually want a flat white.”

Stephen sipped his coffee. “Mmm, this is exactly what I wanted.”

“Now you’re prepared for next time.”

“And I’ll try to remember it’s long black, not tall.” He sipped his coffee again and noticed Virgil grinning at him. “What? You’re grinning again…do I have foam on my lip?” He swiped his hand across his lips.

“Not, you’re fine.” Virgil paused, staring at Stephen’s lips. “Um….” He shook himself. “I checked on Ms Ha’s program, and she’s performing works by Jean-Michel Blais.”

“I’m not familiar with him.”

“He’s a modern Canadian composer. I think he’s still alive. Philip Glass was one of his influences, and some of his works have a jazzy feel.”

Stephen made a face. “Jazzy?”

Virgil laughed. “Oh no, don’t make that face. Okay, jazzy is a bad description. But his work is interesting, and Ms Ha is a talented pianist.”

“You don’t have to sell me on your evening plans, Virgil.”

“Yeah, about that.”

Stephen looked expectantly at him.

“I was wondering if you might like to come with me tomorrow night.”

“To see Ms Ha perform?”

“Yes, I have an extra ticket…” Virgil briefly wondered if he had misread Stephen’s interest. “Unless you have other plans, or there’s someone you’re seeing, then….”

“No.”

“No?” Virgil wilted slightly in disappointment.

Stephen’s eyes widened at his companion’s obvious disappointment. “No, that’s not what I meant. No, I don’t have plans…and there isn’t anyone at the moment….”

The two men looked at each other; neither had misread anything.

Stephen smiled shyly. “I’d love to join you.”

Virgil smiled. “Excellent.” He sipped his nectar of life coffee. It was very good. “So, Stephen, what are your plans for this afternoon?”

“I haven’t any.”

A black eyebrow rose at this information. “There’s an exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art I’ve been dying to see, and it’s leaving after this week. Would you like to spend the afternoon with me?”

“I’d like that very much, Virgil.”

They grinned at each other and sipped their coffees.

-fin-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015 #thunderbirds fanfiction #virgil tracy #Stephen Furnier #happy thunderpride!#thunderpride #rare pair

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tracybirds · 11 months

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Listen they can't genderbend a character from TOS for TAG and expect me to not believe she's trans lol so happy trans Colonel Casey Day!!!

Written for @thunder-pride <3

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When Jeff stepped onboard the Zero-XL, the first thing he noticed was the bright lights that seemed to shine from all directions. Brilliant and blinding and perfectly mirroring the leap in his heart and the smiles on his boys’ faces.

His boys.

He couldn’t stop staring, hardly listening as they filled the atmosphere with hope and joy and laughter. Not even the Hood could bring the mood down as he glared daggers at them all.

Virgil and Gordon had strapped him down to a medical stretcher, preferring to keep him in sight while Alan ran through the pre-flight checks, Scott murmuring in his ear while John frowned at the navigational display beside him.

There was none of the friction he recalled from their younger years, each of his sons safe and secure and slipping past one another as though they rescued men from the stars every day.

Perhaps they did, he mused. They’d obviously not allowed the beautiful machines that he and Brains had built together sit idle.

He tried to ignore the way his knees buckled as he lowered himself into his seat, fingers trembling as he strapped himself in and trying to ignore his sons’ stares.

Adrenaline was one hell of a drug and he was coming down at last.

“Maybe you should get some rest instead, Dad,” said Virgil.

Jeff waved him off. “I’ve been waiting a long time to come home and I’ll do it on my own terms or not at all.”

“We won’t think less of you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” argued Virgil. “There’s no need to be proud.”

Jeff clenched his hands into fists, lips thinning as he furiously tried to control the tremor. “It’s not pride, son,” he said against gritted teeth.

He’d pay the price later, he was sure. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave, aware that he had walked the line between exhaustion and delirium before and that the presence of his boys – real and alive and so much more than his poor imagined imitations could hope to be – was the only evidence that this wasn’t a hallucination.

Information would keep the creeping tendrils of fear that this was the product of some fever dream out of his mind and so Jeff turned instead to Scott.

“How long?”

Scott straightened imperceptibly as he turned back to Jeff, radiating a surety he’d barely begun to grow into the last time they’d been together.

“Eight years,” he said.

Eight years!

Jeff exhaled slowly, trying to calm his racing mind. His reckoning had been off by more than three years, unable to mark the passage of time with the sun and stars above him. No wonder Alan looked so much like a young man. No wonder Gordon moved like someone recovered from old injuries that Jeff couldn’t recall. No wonder his older sons were starting to bear the finest marks of age, despite their youth.

So much could happen in eight years.

“And your grandma?” Jeff trailed off, not sure of what he wanted to know, remembering all the times he’d woken in the eternal night, sure that this time his mother was dead, that the thudding in his chest signified something worse than nightmares.

“She’s fine,” said Scott quickly. “More than fine. Still trying to bake us cookies.”

“She actually gave us some for when we found you,” said Gordon with a grin. “I incinerated them before we left.”

Jeff barked a laugh and leant back in his chair.

“And Kyrano? Kayo?”

“We haven’t seen Kyrano much,” said Scott. “He took it pretty hard when you… vanished.”

“He’s okay,” cut in Virgil. “Semi-retired and spent some time with family in Malaysia before Lady Penelope invited him to consult for Kew Gardens. Kayo says he’s enjoying it but he hates the weather.”

Jeff chuckled. “He did always despise feeling cold. Got into his bones, he said. What about Uncle Tim? I assume he’s stuck pretty close to you. We always said if something happened to either of us in the field that we’d look out for each other’s families.”

There was a pause, a silence that gaped between them as his sons looked at one another. Jeff’s heart pounded, a cold sweat breaking out across his brow. His lips tingled, turning numb as he read what must have happened in his sons’ careful expressions.

“He’s not dead,” he asked, already knowing with an awful certainty that loomed over him. “He can’t be, I… I wasn’t there. How’s Lesley and the kids doing? When did it happen? Oh God, how–”

“Dad, breathe!”

He didn’t know who said it but he obeyed instantly. The air caught in his chest and he tried again, and again, losing himself to the slow count as his vision returned.

“What–” he began, but Scott held up a hand to prevent further questions.

“Dad, Lesley is fine. And T-tim…” He stumbled over the name as though it were foreign, looking over at his brothers for help.

“She’s Aunt Val now,” said Gordon, cheerfully. He shrugged at Scott’s glare. “No sense wasting time.”

He turned back to Jeff and grinned widely. “She’s not dead, but she’s a lot happier as far as I can tell. She told us a few months after you left.”

Jeff sat frozen, his fears vanishing so quickly that he felt a sense of vertigo.

Then he smiled.

“Well then, she finally told everyone, thank goodness for that!”

Scott blinked.

“You already knew?”

“I’m one of her best friends, of course I knew,” said Jeff, sill grinning broadly. “She told us years ago, didn’t want to make a fuss until she’d achieved her career goals because she didn’t want anyone to say they only gave it to her for a political statement. I always said that was ridiculous, but then she’d know better than me, I guess. I’m only sorry I missed the party.”

The atmosphere relaxed around him, the uncertain defensive wall dropping in an instant.

“She didn’t have one in the end,” said Virgil. “Said it didn’t feel right without you.”

Jeff frowned.

“First thing we do when we get home then,” he said. “Throw her a party.”

“After we’ve checked you out.”

Jeff waved a hand.

“I’m fine. I already told you.”

Virgil glared at Scott. “He’s as bad as you.”

Scott laughed. “Let’s go home.”

Jeff looked around the room one more time as they all steadied themselves for the countdown.

Five. John’s eyes darted back and forth across the navigational controls with a steel focus, wordlessly whispering unknown calculations.

Four. Gordon grimaced in anticipation of the jump ahead and glared at the Hood as he made sure he was still secure.

Three. Alan breathed carefully, and Jeff could practically see the checklist scrolling in his mind as he lay his hands on the thrusters.

Two. Virgil was watching him, searching for any final sign of injury.

One. Scott looked out across the stars, his eyes settling on the far-off sun as he drew himself up to his full height.

Zero.

The jump blurred against his mind, the memory of the Zero-X launch achingly familiar against his bones.

And then, Jeff saw her with a hitching breath, blue and white and brown and green.

He was home.

#thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #jeff tracy #colonel casey #thunderpride

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silverstarfics · 11 months

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@thunder-pride day 4 whoo!! I haven’t written a teenage Virgil in ages so hopefully this turned out okay. AO3 here.

Middle school was a hell the likes of which Virgil hoped he’d never have the misfortune of experiencing ever again. The other kids sniffed out difference like bloodhounds, but rather than celebrate it they used it as an excuse to torment him. He tried to keep his head down, but he also tried to be kind which had the side effect of drawing attention to him. So, it was understandable for him to dread high school. If middle school bullies had been bad enough, just how much worse would it be around fully-fledged teenagers?

Shockingly, it wasn’t that bad. People tended to forge their little groups and stuck to them, a little like the way prey animals banded together to find safety in numbers. Virgil was never going to be part of the popular crowd, but he found his people in the arts kids. They were all different in individual ways but they seemed to celebrate this diversity within their own circle.

So, after a little while, he began to drop his guard and let them in, and in doing so began to confront some of his own repressed feelings which had marked him as a target for so many years. It was a slow process, not aided by the climate in which he’d grown up. The world had entered a new era of peace and understanding after so many decades of conflict, but there were still pockets of adversity in some areas more than others and it made self-acceptance so much more terrifying. Even once he’d admitted those feelings to himself, he was still scared to search for a label.

His friends had no such fears. They were so proudly themselves that it left him stunned. They were like exotic birds with all their colourful displays, spreading messages of love and acceptance until the world had no choice but to hear them.

For the first few months of their friendship, he was a little in awe of them. He longed to have their confidence, to share that ability to be unapologetically true to his heart. The little ember of hope in his soul – the same one which still believed he’d eventually leave this place and be something more – knew that he’d eventually reach that level too; it would just take him a little bit longer.

Lunchtimes were usually spent in the art studios. Their teacher was a laid-back man who was difficult to age, always wore flamboyant suits and had an enamel pride pin on his lanyard. He welcomed them with open arms, assuring them that they were free to spend as much time in the studios as they wanted, adding with a little joking smile that they kept him feeling young. They pushed workbenches aside, spread out their various projects, unpacked their lunches and took up residence on the floor for the next forty minutes.

It was a relatively large space, yet it seemed as cosy as a tiny cottage. There was a skylight which projected sunny spotlights on summer days and provided a steady drumbeat of rain when the weather grew gloomy. Every surface was cluttered with colour and chaos. There were uniquely shaped antique lamps scattered about the place. One wall was covered in postcards from their teacher’s travels. It was a home away from home and Virgil loved it.

Mari burst through the door when he'd just started on his latest piece. His hands were smeared in charcoal which had added a strange taste to his sandwich, surrounded by quiet chatter and music from Felix’s latest playlist, occasionally interrupted by ads because none of them wanted to pay for Spotify Premium even though they could afford it.

“What time do you call this?” Annie teased, looking up from her portrait to reveal several streaks of acrylic paint across her nose.

Mari dropped her bag onto a table with a groan. “I know, I know, I’m late.” She peered over Virgil’s shoulder as she sank down to sit beside him. “Huh. Looking good, Vee.”

“Um, excuse you?” Felix tossed an eraser at Mari’s head. “We’re still waiting for an explanation. And it had better be great because you abandoned me with this lot for like a whole twenty minutes. Do you know how long that is, Mari? Nearly an entire half-hour.”

“Hey,” Virgil protested.

“Oh, not you, Virg.” Felix winked at him. “You’re a delight. No, I’m talking about our resident cryptid hunter over there.”

“Mothman is real,” a disembodied voice echoed from behind a door as Sam hunted for a new set of watercolours. “You’re just a hater.”

Felix twirled a finger around his temple.

Sam stuck their head around the door with a suspicious glare. “I know you’re making fun of me.”

“Me? Never.”

“He was,” Annie confirmed.

Felix tossed up his hands in mock offence. “Traitor. Virgil, you’re my new bestie.”

“What about me?” Mari shot him a wounded look and leant a little heavier against Virgil’s shoulder. She broke a piece off her chocolate and offered it to him. “Actually, no forget it. I’ve decided I like Virgil better than you. He lets me use him a backrest.”

“You didn’t actually give me a choice,” Virgil began to point out, then cut himself off with a fond sigh as Mari patted his head and slid another square of chocolate into his hand. He returned to his sketches as Mari finished her lunch. He was vaguely aware of their conversation, only really tuning back in when fingers slid into his hair and started braiding the longer strands. He twisted to glimpse Mari’s smile, brighter than the sun as she arched a brow and waited for protests which never came.

“Oh, cute pin.” Sam reached for Mari’s bag. “Where did you get it?”

“Etsy.” Mari moved onto a new braid. “Want me to send you a link?”

“Please.” Sam held up the pin for Virgil to see. “Look at this little guy. Pride frog! I love it.”

Virgil tried to place the colours and came up empty-handed. “Sorry, this is going to sound really dumb, but… what flag is that?”

“Pansexual.” Mari paused, glimpsing the flash of confusion which he tried desperately to hide before anyone could call him out on it. “It’s when you like people regardless of their gender, so you mostly fall in love with their personality.”

“Wait, there’s a word for that?” Virgil dropped his stub of charcoal and sat up so quickly that he nearly knocked his head against Mari’s. “I thought I was… I don’t know. But there’s an actual community?”

Mari looped an arm around his shoulders and planted a kiss on his temple. “Virg, honey, I am going to text you a link to a really great video which can explain all of this way better than I can.”

Felix rolled over to face him. “So, do you think this is something that might describe you?”

“Um.” Virgil ducked his head. A faint knot of relief was unravelling in his chest. “Maybe?”

It wasn’t until later that he finally got around to watching the video Mari had sent him. He curled up in a corner of the couch and plugged in his earphones. The house was relatively quiet for once with Gordon staying over at a friend’s place and Alan already asleep. He hugged a cushion to his chest and balanced his phone against his knees.

Oh.

It fit. It fit him perfectly and he wasn’t sure what to do with the warmth in his chest. He wasn’t alone. There was an entire community of people like him.

Movement flickered in his peripheral vision. He yanked an earbud out, heart pounding as though someone had walked in on him committing a crime.

“God, Johnny,” he muttered shakily. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Don’t call me Johnny,” came the predictable reply. Then, hesitantly, “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

John shifted uncomfortably, unable to make eye contact as he pointed out, “You look upset.”

“Do I?” Virgil wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and registered that his face was wet. “Oh, right. No, I’m okay. It’s happy tears, I promise. I just… I figured something out, that’s all.”

“Good for you.” John hung around for a moment longer, voice soft as he added, “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks,” Virgil called after him. He stole a glance down at the new pan pride pin Mari had gifted him and curled his fingers around it with a smile. “I’m proud of me too.”

#me? projecting a little? nooo surely not #don't mind me reusing ocs from other fics #i say other fics it's just the one fic #anyway!!#that's my contribution today #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds are go

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jacksonstarkiller · 10 months

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I finished it on time! It is late but still Alan Day!

I am in love with my rainbow Saturn. Look at her ✨shine✨!

@thunder-pride

#thunderpride #thunderfam #thunderbirds 1965 #thunderbirds #Alan Tracy #mlm #unlabeled #queer #rainbow #thunderbirds fanart #traditional art

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squiddokiddo · 11 months

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Happy pride!!

Now time for some personal headcanons:

🪽 Scott - He/Him - Straight Ally

The only straight Tracy brother, he supports his siblings 100%. Scott eats queerphobes for breakfast.

🎨 Virgil - He/they - Demiromantic Asexual

Virgil's true love is his art and thunderbird 2, he has however fallen for a couple of close friends in the past but as of present he isn't looking for a relationship

🚀 Alan - He/Him - Bisexual

Alan always knew he liked girls but he only figured out that he also liked boys after getting a crush on one of his classmates at school. He later wrote his crush a valentine's.

🫧 Gordon - He/They - Panromantic Asexual

Gords is a hopeless romantic, he catches feelings for people quite easily and expresses his love quite openly. He first discovered his panromanticism and later found out he was ace.

🪐 John - He/Him - Questioning and Unlabeled

John doesn't like to label his sexuality but is also unsure of his attraction. He's also not particularly interested in relationships but believes that maybe someone will capture his heart one day.

⚔️ Kayo - She/Her - Lesbian

Kayo always knew she wasn't interested in men, she felt self conscious because "girls were supposed to like boys". She later started crushing on a girl she met in secondary school and had a sudden gay realisation.

☀️ EOS - She/They - Demigirl

After befriending john, Eos didn't have to think solely about survival anymore and now had time to explore humanity and all it's concepts.

After a long journey of self discovery she found out that they were a demigirl.

⚙️ Brains - He/Him - Gay

Brains had been in the closet a long time and had tried to hide his sexuality from the world, he forced himself to date women but it always made him miserable. After meeting the Tracy family, it took him several years of watching the others come out one by one and all supporting eachother, that he found the courage to come out himself.

🍪 Grandma - She/Her - Polyamorous Bisexual

As a young woman Grandma used to hang around a lot of gay bars and had several relationships before meeting her husband. Right now grandma isn't focused on finding any relationships as she's more occupied by her role in IR.

🌸 Lady Penelope - She/Her - Questioning

Penny isn't sure of her orientation, she's quite private about personal things like dating so she's working it out by herself.

🔓 Parker - He/Him - Straight Ally

Parker has never had any doubt about his sexuality, he has however worked with a lot of queer individuals during his "misspent youth" where he learnt all sorts of things about different identities.

I also just want to say that even though these are my headcanons I'm also open to everyone else's too.❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds headcanons #thunderpride #scott tracy #virgil tracy #alan tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #kayo kyrano #eos tracy #hiram k hackenbacker #grandma tracy #lady penelope #aloysius parker #thunderfam #squiddo's headcanons

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thunder-pride · 3 months

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Hellooooo everyone <3

The mod team are starting to prep for Thunderpride in June and we'd love to hear your thoughts on last year's event! And if you're new and didn't participate - we'd love to hear your thoughts for the upcoming event too!

As a reminder, this was the overview of the event last year :D

Thank you - and looking forward to another fun Thunderpride!

- from mod @tracybirds :)

#thunderpride #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds

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thatkidwholikesthunderbirds · 11 months

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A sticker I made for the @thunder-pride discord chat a little while ago.

Gordon is practically our mascot at this point.💛💛

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanart #thunderfam #thunderpride #gordon tracy #kidthunder's art #sfw interaction only

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mrmustachious · 11 months

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Day 7 of @thunder-pride ~ Achillean Parker

This is an old gay man who is the original be gay do crime and we love him for that <3

#thunderpride #thunderpride 2023 #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #aloysius parker #moodboard #aesthetic #achillean #mine

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thedullsea · 11 months

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JOHN DAY!!!!!! I hc him as gay

There’s quite the gap between john and gordon so maybe i’ll be smart and do the art days before instead of the evening of the day who knows. Also reaalllyy need to think of hcs for tintin

#thunderbirds #thunderpride #john tracy #gerry anderson #thunderbirds tos

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avengedbiologist · 10 months

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Thunderpride day 21!- Bisexual!

Had to include my favourite bi couple, Alan and Tintin for this one. Speaking of bisexual, did you know it was only in 1910 when the modern meaning of the word bisexual came about, before that, in 1859, it was used as a term for what we now refer to as intersex, then in the turn of the century it became a word for androgyny.

@thunder-pride

#bisexual #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2015 #my art #alan tracy #thunderfam #tin tin kyrano #thunderpride #thunderpride 2023

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tracybirds · 11 months

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It's the 1st of June!!! I'm so excited to celebrate pride with you all <3 One of the benefits of being part of the modding team of @thunder-pride is I got a sneak peek at the bingo board prompts so my first fill of the month is all ready to go :D I hope you enjoy it!

Featuring gay John and his interfering bros who just love him dearly for the prompt "Pride"

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“Would you just leave me alone?!”

The sudden shout echoed through the villa, making Scott jump.

The phrase had been common once upon a time, in a sprawling farmhouse that somehow still never seemed to be quite large enough for five growing boys all wanting to stake out territory of their own. It didn’t surprise him that it was John who had cracked, nor that he could hear Gordon’s laughing tone when he strained his hearing, trying to work out if he needed to intervene.

However, Virgil’s low voice, both challenging and soothing in equal measure, was an odd complement to the mix. It was rare that he got caught up in John’s prickly temper.

The yells grew louder, although they didn’t seem to be adding anything new. It sounded more like John was shouting just to be heard by two brothers who evidently were refusing to listen.

Scott frowned and started for the door, trying to suppress the uneasiness that wracked his body whenever shouting was involved. Once, he’d been as loud as John when angry but he’d seen what anger unchecked could do to a person, to the people around him. Now it just left him slightly sick.

He reached for the door but before he could grab the doorknob, it swung open, knocking his hand back and leaving him face to face with John, tall, startled, face red and choking back fury. He said nothing, only sidestepped Scott and stormed away.

Scott watched him for a moment, then turned back to Gordon and Virgil. “What the hell did you two say to him?”

Gordon rolled his eyes, leaning carelessly against the wall. “Nothing, we just wanted him to come out with us.”

Scott scoffed, turning to Virgil for the full story but Virgil only nodded in agreement.

He scowled at them both. “Well, was it worth it? What could be so important?”

They glanced at each other, silently conversing, and Scott waited impatiently as he read the stubbornness and concern and guilt, flashing back and forth in their eyes.

He sighed irritably. “Fine, I’ll go talk to him.”

Turning to leave, he paused at the door as Virgil called out to him.

“We were only trying to help.”

“Then maybe next time, you should listen to him,” growled Scott, loosening a little anger of his own. “I find that that 'helps' more than pretty much anything else.”

He trudged out of the room, trying not to curse them while he searched for John.

He knew where he’d gone of course, they all did, but he checked the unlikely spots first, playing out his role so John would know he was looking for him and have some time to compose himself.

Fifteen minutes later, he made a beeline for the summit elevator, which took them to the observatory, high above the lights and sounds of the villa below.

The elevator was keyed to their biometrics, but John had long ago messed with the code so that it dragged its cogs whenever anyone else tried to use it. This made the observatory the perfect escape, as the warning system coupled with the snail-like descent of the only entrance from the house gave John plenty of warning of any visitors with enough time to either compose himself or slip out the door to the trails that dotted the island. The only way to sneak up on him was to use the trails themselves, and since the observatory was built into the highest peak, this gave John a guaranteed couple of hours of peace while the hike was being completed.

Thus, this was the only option. Scott waited, more worried than impatient, as the elevator slowly opened to admit him and then reluctantly began to rise.

When he finally made it to the top, John was waiting for him, an impassive look on his face. “Took you long enough,” he said, neutrally.

Scott shrugged. “I always hope I don’t have to use that damn elevator.”

“Could have walked. Given me another few hours,” said John, turning back to the papers strewn over his desk.

He didn’t touch them however, nor did he bend his head to bury himself in the figures. Instead he stared out the window to the horizon across a glimmering, glass sea.

Scott crept forward, laying a hand on his shoulder. “What’s going on, John?”

Muscles tensed beneath his fingertips, his brother’s body reacting instinctively to the probing question.

“It’s fine.”

Scott huffed a little. “Yeah,” he said drily. “So fine you yelled at Virgil and Gords. They clearly struck some nerve.”

John glanced up at Scott, frustration evident in his thinning lips and flashing eyes. “What, they didn’t tell you?”

“If it helps, it seemed like they were feeling pretty guilty.”

“Oh, so they sent you to apologise? Real classy.”

“No-one sent me,” said Scott sharply. “I’m here because I’m worried about you. Talk to me.”

John said nothing, only clenched his jaw and turned away.

“John,” said Scott. “Please, I want to help.”

John closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. His hands curled into fists but this did nothing to hide the way they trembled.

“I didn’t come out to be the gay Tracy, you know.”

Scott blinked.

“I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” said John with a scowl. “My sexuality isn’t something to capitalise on, I don’t want to be paraded about.”

“No-one’s asked you to,” said Scott, baffled. “John, what are you ta…”

His voice died when John gave him a look.

A look that told him exactly what Virgil and Gordon had wanted, would have thought was a harmless request.

“They invited you to go to Pride with them?”

John nodded.

Scott pulled up a chair and sat next to his brother, wondering what to say.

It wasn’t like Gordon and Virgil had never gone before, they’d always been excited to attend and lend their celebrity to a good cause, raising money for charities that looked out for the needs of the rainbow community. They’d both had to release statements over and over as a result, rolling their eyes at the implication that one could only care about a group one was a part of themselves.

Then when John made his own quiet assertion of his sexuality, confirming what really all of them had always known, it had sent the media into a delighted uproar.

The story of brothers quietly supporting their closeted brother while he battled the old tradition of homophobia in the depths of academia was one they couldn’t resist, regardless of whether or not it were true.

Most days it seemed to Scott that John regretted telling the world he was gay, despising the way something he considered to be personal could be spread so far and wide and utterly outside his control. His quiet brother had never needed to deal with the gossip rags or the invasive questions, had always been more than happy to fade into the background of astrophysics conventions and the stars above.

So, it didn’t really surprise him that John had taken badly to the invitation.

“They kept asking,” said John, scowling. “Kept saying how important it was and that I needed to stop hiding myself away and embrace myself.”

His voice was growing loud again, loud and low and fierce.

“I’ve never been anyone except me. Why do people keep acting like being gay changed all that? What, they suddenly get some new information and now I’m supposed to put on a show for everyone? I was perfectly content with myself before and I knew I was gay. It's everyone else that won't let go of the fact.”

“Is it wrong that they want to celebrate?” Scott asked gently.

“Yes! No! Oh, I don’t know.” John groaned and leant forward, head in his hands. His fingers clutched at his hair, white knuckled against red.

“This wasn’t meant to cause issues,” he said through gritted teeth. “It’s the 2060s, this was just meant to be a common courtesy so that if I wanted to bring home one of my dates no-one would be making false assumptions. I still hate crowds and loud noises and I don’t want to go to a festival, I just want to stay home and look at the stars and read my textbooks and do my job without everyone constantly asking why I’m not a walking, talking stereotype. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but that’s not me.”

Scott slung his arm around John’s shoulders, hugging him close.

“Get off me,” muttered John, but he made no move to pull away and gradually the tension bled from his muscles, leaving him boneless and his head resting against Scott’s shoulder.

“Listen to me,” said Scott. “You’ve been having a shitty time of it lately, we all know that, and that’s not your fault. We should have checked up on you. Although frankly, if you were less mysterious and showed yourself in public a little more, you’d be less irresistible to the press, and maybe that’s what Virgil and Gordon were thinking with this little excursion. Maybe they just wanted to share something they enjoy. Hell, knowing Gordon he probably wanted to set you up with someone.”

“I can find my own dates,” said John in a muffled yet distinctly disgruntled voice. “And stop being sensible, I’m still angry at them.”

“You’re angry at the media, John, not Virg and Gords. They love you – you know that, they wouldn’t want you to change for anyone.”

“Wasn’t planning on it," John mumbled.

He sighed. “Okay, get off for real now,” he said, sitting back straight and tall in the seat and pushing Scott’s arm away.

“You gonna be okay?”

“Yeah,” said John. “Won’t even try to kill them, promise.”

“Good.”

“Might shout at them a bit more later if they don’t let things alone. Maybe I’ll go one day, but not now. It'd be a feeding frenzy.”

“I’ll let them know,” said Scott drily.

***

A month later it was confirmed. Virgil and Gordon went and John stayed behind and the world wondered and gossiped at the omission. The space elevator made a special trip to Tracy Island and back afterwards, with a care package done up in green white and blue.

John grinned at brightly decorated doughnut and at the sheet of rainbow stickers, resolving to put them on his bedroom wall here on TB5. As he started to eat the doughnut, pulling off the carefully painted chocolate swizzle on top of the doughnut then each decoration one by one, he spotted a slim photo tablet at the bottom of the basket and turned it on.

The screen was bright with well-wishes, from fans, from fellow astronomers, from people whom he knew by voice from rescues, from families, from organisers, and so many more.

John smiled a small smile, eyes shining as they flitted through the short notes.

He knew what it was Gordon and Virgil had been trying to show him.

He was glad they’d found a way to do it for him anyway.

He fingered the edge of the tablet, thinking carefully, then opened up new screen and began to dictate quietly.

EOS whirled over slowly, lights already peach with curiosity, and John held up a hand to stop her.

He had a number of things to say to the world below.

He thought it was about time he said them.

#thunderpride #thunderbirds are go #sometimes i fic #john tracy #scott tracy #think i'm gonna aim for one bingo fill a week this month :D #i has ideas but TIME I'M SO MAD ABOUT IT

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