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Name: (Dr) Virgil Tracy, M.D

Age: 29

Occupation: Part time General Practitioner, part-time staff member at the local youth shelter Turnaround House.Description: The second eldest of the late Jeff Tracy's sons and the glue keeping the brothers in touch, Virgil is a sensitive, caring soul. At 16 when their father died, Virgil had made sure the youngers stayed out of trouble, and took care of them as he continued his studies of medicine. Now, however, Virgil has found himself increasingly alone in the world as his brothers had left home one by one to live their lives, and he has since begun to wonder when he will truly start living his own.

Relationships: Is openly in a relationship with his boyfriend, Lucas. Close to the kids he looks after at the shelter, who see him as a parental figure. Painfully distant from his brothers due to personal strife, but he keeps in touch with his mother Lucille whenever he can.

Would anyone wanna hear about an au where it was Jeff that died and international rescue wasn’t founded instead everyone keeps with there other careers

The fact that when they get bored they do a little robot fight is an absolutely amazing tracy brother fact. Adittionally canonically Alan does between 1 to 2 car races a year as long as a mission dosent get in the way

i get that the movie and reboot made John a responsible person but where all missing the opportunity to make original series John the third most caotic member, like in the og series Alan and John swap turns on five and they may be for some reasons but it's even funnier if it's because if Alan John and Gordon are all on earth together it would all be way to caotic for anyone to handle, I think people should also make John and Alan caotic space bros with the same goal and similar sense of humour.

Wnat a crossover fic where while most of the Tracy's are thinking critically Alan John and gordon are doing dumb stuff, and let's not even get on to how og scott can smell poison. Let the og boys be the most caotic people ever let them tease each outher in times of crisis.

Let Gordon splash scott when he gets out of water let the 2015 Tracy's stare on in horror as one of og boys picks something up and eats it with no hesitation just to annoy the outhers.

Give og series Alan a prosthetic leg because of the explosion when the hood invaded the island (brains is dead comic/ Thunderbirds versus the hood audio book), let him take it off and throw it at someone. Have penny pull out a gun and freak her counter parts out.

acknowledge the fact that aliens exist in the og series and that brains was almost eaten by one. Address Alan's racing career let him make funny little references to racing lingo and freak the alternate versions out or confuse the bad guys. Let Alan and John geek out about something to do with space make, the bros gang up on each outher have prank wars that Jeff is so tired of dealing with.

Thank you for reading my rant this might happen again and if anyone has something like this please direct me to it thank you.

“… But most of all, I’m thankful for my family.”

Thiiiiis… didn’t get done as early as I wanted it to, but it’s still technically Thursday (and therefore Thanksgiving) in some parts of the US, so I won’t fuss. But I wanted to do some nice vignettes of the family having Thanksgiving together. Especially after the things that have happened in Season 2, I think they all need some family time to recuperate! I was planning on adding Kayo and Brains in the Scott picture but i just ran out of time and energy after today. But I hopefully can do a little follow up picture with them so they’re not left out <333

So here you go, Thanksgiving with the Tracys! Featuring Virgil, Grandma and MAX making the meal (with some possible off-screen help from EOS), setting the table with Gordon and Alan (sword fights with the butter knives are an extra service), EOS making sure to hold all the heavy, breakable dishes for stil-slightly-space-sick John to serve himself with (headcanon that he came down with just enough time to not be a bed-ridden blob in his room, but he’s still not very used to Earth), and of course, Scott leading the family in a toast.

These are so great 😂

... I don't know if anyone's made any of the Barbie posters yet...

... but this is the result of a sleepless night.

I tried my best with the captions, but I'm still not keen on all of them.

Thunderfam, what's an obscure ship you have that you can't really explain?

I'll go first.

Remember Kate from Grandma Tourismo?

This girl:

She's sweet and resourceful and instantly makes friends with Grandma Tracy. And she runs a hat shop in the desert.

Well, the ship in question is her and Virgil.

Even though, despite being in the same episode they don't interact at all.

But, my twelve year old brain thought it was an excellent idea so now you may pry Kate x Virgil from my cold dead hands.

OH MY GOSH THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!

Thunderbirds are Go + Posters [2/?]

Virgil 💚

So I think I've finally finished this little painting! I'll probs add a few more details later on but for now I think this is it!

We are making progress people!!💚

Just some WIP. First time canvas painting so fingers crossed it goes well🤞

Any tips would be awsome 💚

Okay I really would love for some ADHD Scott Tracy fics because I've looked everywhere and can hardly find any!

(If u make one tell me please 🙏)

Aggggggggh have you seen under the cut of this one- the artworks AMAZING!!!!!

From @Scattergraph

to @hodgehegposts​

Full credit to the artist mentioned above! Secret Santa does not own this work.

Under the cut for length

Grandma’s Cook Book

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Oh that was perfect, it nearly 11.30 here on Christmas Eve and reading this has been just lovely🎄❤️🎄

Does anyone remember that TAG variation of Twas the night before Christmas?

I can't recall who wrote it and I've searched through tumblr and can't find it.

Would much appreciate it if someone could find it. It is a very good piece and well written too

Merry Christmas to the Thunderbird Fam, love you all millions, have a lovely safe Christmas day :-)

(piccie is one I painted for my husband, somewhere he really loves, and I thought I would borrow it for my Christmas cards this year :-)))

Agggh just so excited, Redbubble just got my Christmas 2060 family portrait licenced, thank you Official TAG, thank you so much👍😁♥️😁👍

https://www.redbubble.com/i/laptop-case/Tracy-Family-Christmas-Photo-2060-by-maggieDAS/60212354.2U5KG?utm_source=rb-native-app&utm_campaign=share-product&utm_medium=android

More reboot from 2018 - boys with beards and then an older Gordo from 2016

(I think this is the one where I was experimenting with digital art, I had just got my first didgy board and was trying to do faces by using the old fashioned method of grid patterns - bit of dinosaur method but I was pretty pleased with how this turned out.)

New one for a change, I can’t think that I’ve ever seen anyone do this before, if I’m wrong I’m sure someone will tell me :-)

this was for my secret-santa last year :-)  (rebooting)

just a scribble of cool dudes on the beach

On with the reboot - I feel like some winter sports

 Gordon trying out some of Yuzuru’s skating moves

Scott’s more of a traditionalist.

and Virgil’s not so interested in dance.

tracy island

REBOOT - sorry for the absence, some more of the reboot stuff  - three old cartoons

Scott baby sitting (I really meant to come back to this and finish it - meh, maybe later :-)   )

Virgil baby sitting - there was a story, something along the lines of being seen as a big brother.

Virgil baby sitting again but no-one was sure who’s lil baby ...

and Gordo, no so much baby sitting and baby rescuing - anyone who’s seen this one might remember these are my neighbours grandchildren who are huge TAG fans, I wrote them a story about them being rescued by Gordon and illustrated it for them - but it gave the nightmares

Reposting of my fan artworks, sorry nothing new yet, but I did find the story that went with this :-)

“Mom used to take us horseback riding”.

“Will you lead off Scott Love?  I think we’re ready to go at last”  Lucille called as she trotted behind the boys’ horses, leading Allie on little Sparkle.  It was a big day for Allie and a wide grin was spread across his face.  His first ride out with the big boys on his own, and although Mom would be leading his pony , he was feeling mighty big himself.   

But uncharacteristically, it was Gordon who wasn’t feeling like one of big boys at that moment. 

Every one of his brothers had been moved up a horse so that Allie could have Sparkle, the smallest of their ponies.  Mom had explained to Gordon that it was time for him to take over the pony Virgil had grown out of, Chrystal, he was more than capable, all the Tracy boys started early on horseback.  But Sparkle suddenly seemed so big to him and moved so quickly.  Sat in the saddle, high on Sparkles back, he held on tight and panicked a little.

Virgil, sat on Murphy close by was watching him carefully, “You okay Squiddy?” Virgil had been due to move up to the next biggest, a dark pony called Star, but John was too fond of her that he’d talked Virgil into taking on Scott’s much bigger horse, Murphy.  

Virgil was more than delighted, Murphy was big and powerful.  It was a massive step up from a pony to a horse but his Mom said he was a good strong kid and well up to it.  And John got to stay with his beloved Star a little longer, who’s dark dark coat was flecked with tiny white hairs and reminded him of constellations. 

As for Scott, he was very content to move up to his Grandpa’s horse, Max, a mark of trust that he had been allowed to take on the big old working horse.  Scott felt the responsibility and yes, he would lead them out of the farm for his Mom, proud that they all trusted him so.

Chrystal fidgeted suddenly, realising that they were all about to move off and Gordon yelped. 

“Steady there, Gordo,” Virgil leaned in to take Chrystal’s reins.  “Hang on Mom!”  He slid from the big horse’s saddle to stand beside Gordon, “Gordo, I promise, she’s really lovely, she’ll look after you.”

Gordon eyed him suspiciously then the pony, whose ears were flicking back and forth.

“Have you thought,” Virgil tried again, “That maybe she’s not sure about you either?” 

The smaller boy flashed another look at Chrystal’s flicking ears and shook his head a little at Virgil. “What do I do?”  He knew - he’d been taught well but panic was something new to him, he normally just ploughed into every situation without a thought of danger - Chrystal was different, she was a living breathing creature, with a mind of her own.

Virgil took his hand and placed it on her neck mimicking stroking the dappled white coat under her mane. And he looked to Gordon, “What d’ya say?”

Gordon suddenly smiled, knowing again. “Good girl Chrystal, Good girl!”  The pony tossed her head a little in response then stretched her nose round to check out Gordon’s booted foot. 

“See now you’re friends.”  Virgil smiled.

Gordon wasn’t too sure that it was enough for a solid friendship but it was a start and he patted her again. Their Mom had come round to stand her horse and Allie’s pony in front of them and nodded approvingly at the way Virgil had handled it.  

“Thank you Virg, are you okay now Gordi?”  The two boys grinned and nodded, “Okay then, if John could now stop daydreaming now please, you can lead off Scott.

Scott reached to gently tap the shoulder of John, who had been lost in the sparkling white flecks of Star’s dark coat again.  “You with us John?”   The grin John returned was all Scott needed to call, “Okay everyone let’s go!”

continuing my reposts :-)

I’m going to finish what I started months ago and repost all my artwork for TAG starting with these :-)

Did this yesterday by way of a 'bye-bye', but with all the sparked fics and pics from the finale, I feel like our fandom got a massive boost not saw an end to TAG, I look forward to reading everything😍😍😍

the cost of zero-xl

This was supposed to be a lighthearted bit of silliness, but the fic had a will of it’s own, wanting desperately to be overly emotional, I’ve weeded most of it out, much to the fic’s disgust!  (   ‘lil update on this one, after a chat with @ ak47stylegirl, this is probably going to become a series :-)   )

“Son, can I ask you about these figures?”

Scott was truly taken aback seeing his father at the desk again.  It made him smile warmly to see those familiar broad shoulder silhouetted against the wide expanse of the South Pacific.  

Home.  

Home at last. 

 And everything was right again.

Then Scott backtracked over what had been said and a cold tremor ran the length of his spin – figures? - what figures?

And everything wasn't right again.

They never would be.

“Ah, yeah, right Dad.”  Scott drew his fingers through his hair and knew the moment had arrived to face the issue of the figures.  “We didn't want to worry you about that too soon.”

Jeff's face was contorted into the deepest of frowns. The passive calm in his voice was unnatural.  “I think maybe you should have.”  They had all expected him to go nuclear when he found out.  

Perchance, Gordon came rushing through, desperate for a dip in the pool after the voyage in Zero-XL

“Nice timing Gordon, Dad knows!  We need a family meeting, can you go and get everyone up?”  Scott's voice was quiet, resigned.

Gordon halted, looked at his father, looked at Scott, then out to the glistening pool sadly, his hand half raised to point longingly at it before turning back into the house.

Faces grim, the brothers gathered, sitting with their grandmother.  Their father hadn't stirred yet from his chair at the desk, silently brooding over the figures, but on seeing the last of them arrive, he moved the report to the main holoview and came to sit with them, his question ready now to be asked.

“The Zero-XL bankrupted us?”  

There – he'd managed to actually say the words out loud.  “We have nothing left?” He turned to his eldest in hope.

Scott swallowed hard but couldn't speak, instead he nodded firmly.

Jeff stared from one to another, resting for a long moment on his mother before moving on.

“But there were billions!”

That was an understatement, there had been millions and millions of billions, theirs had been one of the riches family on Earth when he had left.  He could see that they had spent wisely, prudently even, until the Zero XL.

“Everything? All gone?”  He asked one more time.

John lifted his chin, breathed steadily and added, “Not everything Dad. We've held onto the farm and there is enough for us each to have a home, either together or independently.”  Involuntarily he glanced round at his brothers, not wanting to admit that he didn't think he could cope in a small house with any of them for any length of time.

He then realised that his grandmother was staring at him as hard as his father.

“Go on, I dare you to finish that statement!” she snarled.

John took the dare, “And enough for Grandma to chose a nice nursing home... when she's ready.”

Her glare hardened and she huffed a little, realising that these were insignificances against the questions that her son needed answering. 

“Jeff, the boys put everything into getting you home.  It was the right thing to do, and the advances in technology learnt from the Zero XL may yet regain some of the wealth.  But the more important thing was to get you home.”  her voice softened.  “People before property, Jeff.”  

“But everything?”  Jeff repeated bleakly

Scott nodded again, “Tracy Industries, the Island and...” 

The next part was going to be the hardest to say passed the dry lump in his throat, so Virgil stepped in to finish what had to be said.

“The Thunderbirds themselves – the GDF have taken them on, will use them as rescue vehicles and if we're ever in a position to buy them back then it's in the agreement that we can.”

Jeff was stunned speechless.

Pale.

This was a future that he had not ever once conceived.  

His first and only dream was just of being rescued – returning to his home.     

But to find he had lost everything.

No!  He realised sharply, not everything.

His two youngest sons had been quiet through all of this, but both felt the need to contribute.

Gordon leaned forward, elbows on his knees and a deep frown ageing his face. He'd been just a kid, 12, no 14 when Jeff had last seen him.  An earnest boy but such a pain in the butt – Ha!  Weren't they all at that age.  

When Gordon spoke it was in a voice that Jeff was still having troubles recognising.  “Dad, you always said that you would put everything you had into rescuing just one person. Well, we didn't have much choice here, it took everything.”

And Alan added, “Especially when the one person in the whole of space we wanted to rescue was you.”

Jeff cupped his hands and rubbed his forehead hard, he'd aged, he felt it in every bone, but sighing, he sat up and faced them again.  

His eldest, greying now, had taken the strain of running everything for a while till the others had seen his stress.  Strong, totally dependable.  The twins with those same admirable qualities but in themselves like chalk and cheese.  The two youngest, untried before he had left but now with a history of rescues to make any man proud to call them son.

Okay, so his reality had changed but not everything was gone.

He still had his family.

“So where do we go from here?”  The words were slow but he refused to make them sad or defeatist.

“We have until the end of the month to move out, then...”  Scott saw that information strike his father like a mallet but the only way forward was to keep going.  “I've a job training pilots for the GDF.  John is joining their space programme.”

Virgil pipped up quickly, “I've got work with a freight company, flying out of Auckland!”  He'd said with some degree of excitement.  Jeff eyed him with a grin. This son was always happiest behind the controls of big aircraft.  He turned to Gordon, raising one eyebrow questioningly.

“Eh me?  Dive school instructor on Tonga.”

But Virgil couldn't resist adding in “Unless he marries into wealthy aristocracy of course!”

Gordon flushed pink and Jeff tried to work out just what that had meant.  It was the third such comment about Gordon.  Shrewdly Jeff noted it all, there was a lot going on that he needed to catch up on yet, so he didn't pursue it for now, later would be fine.  

Instead he turned to Alan who instantly sat bolt upright, totally ignoring Gordon's discomfort.  This was Alan's chance, “I'm hoping you're gonna let me join NASA education programme now I’ve graduated High School... please?”

Jeff smiled, “Good choice Kiddo, that's what I did and it did me no harm.”

Alan punched the air with a hoot of a 'yes!'.

So this was Jeff's reality, this was his future.

“What am I supposed to do?”  He asked.

The boys shifted awkwardly in their seats.

“Eh Dad, well, we sort of kept the farm for you, the GDF are keen for you to experiment with moister farming.  Brains has developed a new vaporator and thought....”

Jeff put up both hand to stop him right there,  “A moister farmer, who the hell do you think I am....?”

No-one made a suggestion.

Happy Birthday Gordo

when I started on Tumblr years ago, I wrote more than I drew, so now I’m trying to add pics to my older fics.  Finished this one today to go with my 2016 fic of Gordo’s birthday, Stars Earth and Oceans, which is on AO3 here  https://archiveofourown.org/works/22702108

so happy birthday Gordo :-)