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Hey, wind! Take me home! {x}

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Virgil in love with thunderbird two ?

“Y’know, I think he might be.” Scott twinkles. “Virg pays more attention to Thunderbird Two than any woman I’ve ever seen him with.”

Magazine Edit

↳ Thunderbirds are Go  ➝  Thunderbird machines

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Thunderbirds are Go!

My line Art of Ariel. I'm pretty happy with it, cause I'm rubbish at drawing faces - and this face is pretty good.

Virgil hesitated then gently slid his arm further around John’s shoulders, trying to coax his brother close. John didn’t really do affection very often, but tonight seemed like it might be one of those times when there was an exception to be made.

John, soft and pliable, lets himself be pulled into those arms far to easily. He’s too thin, too light and too willing. A jerky, shaky hand raises and fingers slowly begin to curl numbly into the  soft, moss-green fabric of Virgil’s sleep t-shirt. The fist begins to wind itself tighter and tighter and a tremor starts like a small earthquake between John’s shoulder blades; as if his world is shaking apart and taking him with it. He’s a man in need of rescue. The arms tighten and then, suddenly, the young astronaut is clinging fiercely to his brother, face buried at Virgil’s throat, limbs trembly and fingers painfully tight, over Virgil’s back as his sibling just holds him there like their Mother would have done.

And that’s what pulls at the thread of John’s consciousness and makes the dream begin to unravel; drawing strength and tension from his limbs and leaving him lax and quiet against his brother with a;

“I’m sorry…”

And just like that, a tension that has lingered since Jeff Tracy disappeared has gone. John had never cried and now he has… it’s like a floodgate has opened.

A part of this RP thread, in which John has a nightmare about their Father’s plane going down and Virgil’s hugs are excellent cures for sad brothers

Writing (2)

Why do I make things harder for myself by writing out everything longhand, and then typing up everything I've written?

I've never published anything though. I want to, but I'm just scared that people won't like it.

Reblog if you write fan fiction

Doesn’t matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?

first and last sentences (insp.)

The Hood : Hello, Alan

Alan : Scott and Virgil are just around the corner, one girlish scream from me and they go into combat mode.

Thanks John. My ASL is not good, but I can understand bits and pieces as some words are the same in BSL (like sorry and thank you).

Hi John. Obviously you interact with people all around the world who speak many different languages, so what is your favorite language to speak or a language you'd like to learn? I just passed my Introduction to BSL. And just to say, you're my favorite Thunderbird. :)

“I primarily speak the ten most common languages in the world, those being; Mandarin, Spanish, English, Bengali, Hindi, Portuguese, Russian, Japanese, German, and Chinese. I also know French, and a little bit of Javanese, Korean and Vietnamese.” John says, “There are some very interesting Chinese and Indian dialects I’ve been picking up off a few friends, but you name it and I’m keen to learn it. I find languages like Japanese are particularly enjoyable because of their phonology; I mean, each word ending with a vowel sound makes them a real joy to speak.”

“I can usually get by for rescues between my own knowledge and Five’s translations matrix, which is usually roughly accurate. Though my BSL is sadly lacking and Penelope is trying to teach me in her spare time,” He adds, “but my ASL is up to scratch.”

Blub blub

“Scott, Scott answer me!”

BSL vs ASL

It's annoying when you learn BSL and watch a conversation in ASL. I keep getting lost. I can get bits and pieces, but hate feeling confused.

Writing

You know I'm serious when my hair gets tied up and the hair band goes on. My hair is too short to get into a proper ponytail, but annoying when it gets into your eye line.

This was my last tattoo. Can’t wait to have my next one started.

But why did you have to make the notebook look so pretty? I'm now terrified to write in it, cause I don't want to mess it up. :D

@lenle-g I finally got your art from RedBubble. Granted it was last week, but I’ve only just figured out how to use tumblr (sort of). :)

@lenle-g I finally got your art from RedBubble. Granted it was last week, but I've only just figured out how to use tumblr (sort of). :)

I saw him in Aldi and I was thinking about Pyrite Moon, which got me to Alan's stag do - in which Gordon dresses him up as a lamb.

I decided to name him Alan, @artisticrainey

Awwww :) he’s so cute!

True

Well, okay then.

Mirrors and Doors - Part 20

Author: ArtisticRainey

Rating: K+

Genre: Family/drama

Summary: Sequel to ‘Pyrite Moon.’ Four years have passed, and life marches on for the Tracys and co. But something strange has been happening in the Pacific, and W.A.S.P. are keeping secrets about it… Cross-over with Stingray in the loosest sense of the word. You don’t need to be familiar with it.

TAG/TOS crossover.

“Look in a mirror and one thing’s sure: what we see is not who we are.” Richard Bach

Part 19: http://artisticrainey.tumblr.com/post/141379498641/mirrors-and-doors-part-19

~oOo~

An uneventful shift. Nothing to report. Sheridan sat back and laced his fingers behind his head, knocking his hat askew.

“Quiet night, eh, Coral?”

The lieutenant smiled, one side of her mouth curling up.

“Makes a change,” she said. “What with all of this…excitement we’ve been dealing with, recently.”

Sheridan chuckled at her dry humour and gave a slow nod.

“Ah almost wish those International Rescue boys would come back,” he said. “At least then, things were exciting.”

Coral licked her lips. Then skin shone. She wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Any news on Jeff Tracy’s disappearance?” she asked.

Shaking his head, Sheridan crossed his ankles.

“Not a thing,” he said. “Ah think they’re tryin’ to hush it all up. It doesn’t look too good, losin’ a prisoner from right inside the base.” It was his turn for a sarcastic smile. “However that happened, Ah do not know.”

Before Coral could parry with a retort, the radio burst to life.

“Unidentified aircraft emerging!”

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An edit I did a couple years back. The quote is mine.

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Punch

Some swearing. Very little plot. Written quickly. No explanation. PG.

Rhythmic thudding in a house full of teenagers had been a warning sound. It was the kind of noise that made Scott nope right out of the house. But the teens had all grown (bar one) and such sounds were not to be feared with as much consternation.

So when Scott was heading to the firing range – determined to pip the ace again – and heard the rhythmic thud, he stopped. He turned towards the gym door, cocked his head to the side, and listened. Punching bag, he thought. Pretty strong jabs but it’s not Virgil – he’s crying into his paint pots because his pointillism isn’t working out. Not Kayo – she’s on patrol. The two kids are upstairs, locked in an epic battle with some dragon or something… And the punches aren’t hard enough to be Grandma’s.

It left only one culprit.

He pushed the door open with the flat of his hand and, lo and behold, was the killer of punch bags, the stuffing knocker-outer himself: John.

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