The Rodent Of Unusual Size? I Don’t Think It Exists....

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draw scott !!1!

It’s been some kind of really long difficult rescue and the only food waiting for him at home has probably been cooked by Grandma so I can’t really blame him for this but… Scott you probably shouldn’t eat pie while trying to fly…

[pretty pretty please do not repost or pin, reblogs give me life though] <33

I agree with @hedwigstalons!!

WHAT ARE YOU DOING NUTTY!?!?

Ellie (Part Three - Bit 2)

Part One | Part Two - Bit 1 | Bit 2 | Bit 3 | Part Three - Bit 1 | Bit 2

Another bit, but I this one contains some answers to some questions :D I hope you enjoy it while I go do the food shopping ::pouts::

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A hatch lowered down from under the Thunderbird’s nose, light from within the cockpit illuminating three figures. As she ran, she registered the blue of an IR uniform, but paid little attention as medical stats were thrown at the team in a clipped, professional voice.

Ellie was directed to the male who turned out to be quite young, blond, barely an adult and bound up on a spinal board. The remains of an International Rescue uniform peeked through the emergency blanket.

Shit.

But she didn’t have time to follow the implications of that piece of information.

Impact injuries to his left side. Unconscious, accelerated heart rate, possible spinal injury. Scan results of a detail she had never encountered were flicked to her reader. His spine was intact, but there was swelling.

And internal bleeding. Far too much internal bleeding.

Her team leader directed fast evac and they were moving again. She was vaguely aware of a hiss of closing hatch and mechanical whirring as she ran the hoverstretcher back to the vehicle under the trees.

The stretcher had IR branding on its side, but it slid easily into dock inside the ambulance. Her hands moved automatically, securing the young man for transport.

“I’m going with him.” And there was another blond young man in a blue uniform, this one slashed in yellow. He climbed in beside her team leader.

Ellie plugged the stretcher into the onboard scanner and alarms started blaring almost as loud as the sirens on the roof as they started moving.

The IR operative spoke up, voice raspy. “His name is Alan Bartlett Tracy, age eighteen.” The voice was calm, but unlike before, Ellie could hear fear under that professionalism. He swallowed. “I have his medical history and any further detail you may need.”

Two minutes and they would be at the hospital.

Those two minutes gave her enough time to think of Virgil Tracy and the fact that she likely had a member of his family under her care.

The ambulance ate enough road to pull up to the ED in one minute forty-five.

Then they were moving again.

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Virgil: Hey hey hey! If you two have BEEF, get out of my sight before you MILK the joke for all it’s worth.

Thunderbird two was sat parked in a field waiting for Scott to finish up with the local authorities before. Gordon was sat on the module ramp swinging his legs over the side looking very deep in thought.

“Hey Virgil?”

Virgil knew the silence had been too good to last, “uh-huh” whilst continuing to stow the last pieces of equipment that weren't quite stacked to his personal standards. If he had been paying more attention he would have seen the warning signs, noticed the glint in his brothers eye, his only excuse was that it had been a long day…..

“What happens when a cow gets exhausted?”

Virgil frowned, “why?” and he moved to stand behind his brother and try and see if he could spot the tired cow that prompted this question. All the while not really knowing what the signs of exhaustion looked like in a cow.

“It COW-lapses!” Gordon grinned. Virgil continued to scan the surrounding scenery for a few seconds more looking for the bovine in question before the awful joke filtered into his consciousness and he groaned. He rubbed at his tired face with one hand, cursing himself for walking straight into that lame attempt at humour. He grit his teeth as he realised there was not other way out of this situation. He let his hand drop, and mustering all the serious professionalism he could, stared very intently at his jokester companion.

“Well, Gordon, that would certainly make it hard to MOO-ve them” He managed to keep his expression completely neutral, only due to extreme self control.

Gordon spluttered and toppled onto his back from his seated perch, his legs still swinging over the edge, “You win, this round goes to you!” he wheezed from his sprawled position. He allowed himself to be helped up to his feet by a convenient strong hand. “Although I’m sure I’m still winning”

“You’re not actually keeping score?”

“No, don’t be ridiculous, that's what Johns for.” and he deftly tapped his comms

John's hologramme aimed a mid range glare, “15 to 9 in your favour Gordon, now please go away the bureaucracy is still going strong, unlike Scotts patience.” and his image blinked out with no further fanfare.

The glint was back in Gordons eye but Virgil was ready for it this time, “Well that ought to keep him aMOO-used for a while then!”

“16 to 9” John's disembodied voice cut in without even missing a beat.

“Honestly Gordon, your jokes are so bad they're almost legen-DAIRY”

“16 to 9.5, that was weak Virg.” John's flat critique was cutting. Virgil huffed and stomped back into the module, leaving Gordon halfheartedly trying to suppress his laughter.

I am sorry.

If you are a fan of any of these things please message me so we can become friends!

Harry Potter (both books and movies)

Percy Jackson

Marvel (both comics and movies)

Shadow and Bone (both books and movies)

Doctor Who

Umbrella Academy

Sherlock

Anne with an E

Teen Wolf

Avatar and The Last Airbender

Greek Mythology

Theatre

Maze Runner

Pirates of the Caribbean

Dark Academia

YA Books

Chronicles of Narnia

Bridgerton

Pride and Prejuice

The Breakfast Club

Little Women (both 1990's and 2019 version)

Friends

Stranger Things

The fact that so much of our happiness rides on the shoulders of a bunch of kids with orange t-shirts is hilarious to me.

Daydream - a Thunderbirds comic by me :)

I think it’s safe to say that all of us in the Thunderfam have had this daydream before!

Not entirely happy with this (really super duper) quick art, but I’m practicing expressions, so you guys get this. Please excuse the grubby little signature - I had to do it with my mouse.

I kinda hate this. No shading, no nothing. Ugh.

When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

*wheezes* he’s so cute!! Am absolutely in love with this idea!

Hello, I would like to make a statement:

Owl Brains.

That is all.

Please write a part 2!! Fix poor Gordo!!!!!!!!

Malfunction

A ficlet for @misssquidtracy, as she challenged me to Gordon and decompression sickness. 

Mild cursing because sometimes life calls for it.

Hope you enjoy and sorry Gordo…..it’s just not your day!

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“Thunderbird Four to Thunderbird Five. John, do you read me?” Gordon called, as he continued to survey the disconcerting readouts in front of him.

“Reading you, Gordon. Aren’t getting bored, are you?” the space monitor quipped.

“Not a chance,” Gordon smirked at his older brother’s holographic form. “John, can you do me a favor and run a diagnostic on Four?”

“What’s going on?” John immediately was all business as he began pulling up his systems.

“I’m not sure,” Gordon admitted. “My electrical board is going haywire.”

John began scanning Thunderbird 4 while also alerting the Island of their situation. If something was wrong with Thunderbird 4, they needed to get Thunderbird 2 out to him right away. “I’m scanning now. Anything else I need to be aware of?”

“Everything else appears to be hunky-dory. I still had one more day out here before Virg was supposed to come to pick me up,” Gordon frowned as he looked out into the vast ocean in front of him. He was enjoying some alone time along the ocean floor as he did some research of his own, testing out their equipment and ways to enhance water rescues.

“Looks like your trip is about to be cut short, Gords,” John replied glumly. “I’m not reading any failures aboard Four. I should be picking up what you’re seeing.”

“John, what’s going on?” Scott’s voice commanded across the coms.

Gordon noticed the worried holographic forms of his two eldest brothers appear.

“Gordon is reporting what appears to be an electrical malfunction on Thunderbird Four,” John reported as he continued to do a more in-depth scan of the submarine craft as well as any anomalies in the ship’s vicinity.

“Gordon, are you okay?” Virgil’s deep voice registered.

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