Layla Is Absolutely Incredible And I Would Die For Her.

Little did they know TB4 actually would become a spaceship!

LIGHTSABERS

Also, what is Tom holding?

Tom Holland, Jacob Batalon, and Zendaya having a lightsaber battle.

GRAVITY

John Tracy after coming down from Thunderbird 5.

NO-ONE can tell me this didn’t happen AT LEAST once! And let’s be honest, Gordon and Alan (and probably Virgil, Scott and Grandma) most likely tried to video this happening as much as possible!

Happy Thunderbirds Day to everyone who loves all things Thunderbirds! 💙💚🧡💛❤🖤 FAB

@koscheithehunter

tiiiiny little bobtail squid

Ok, I did not realise a few of these!! Love them all (except Lemaire. Never Lemaire).

Thunderbirds are Go + Guest Characters

Completely accurate

Sounds accurate 😂

REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.

Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.

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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