jeff's brain

Little Librarian

Requested: noppidy nope

Pairing: Jeff Atkins x reader

Warnings: drinking, smoking, cussing, self hate, angst, fluff.

Words: 2,719


“Come on, you promised.” Hannah said, stopping at the open door. “Plus, we’re already here.”

“I can always turn around.” You sighed.

“You’d abandon me like that?” She pouted.

You only rolled your eyes and nodded towards the door. Hannah let out a cute squeal and took a hold of your hand and dragged you inside. Hannah greeted her friends as you both weaved through the people packed into Bryce’s party.

You both made it to the kitchen and Hannah grabbed two beers. You smiled and gently took it from her hands, although you knew you weren’t going to drink it. It wasn’t your thing.

For nearly an hour you followed Hannah around like a lost puppy. Eventually you both sat down at a table outside, you sober and awkward while Hannah was tipsy and relaxed. You were never one for parties, but Hannah was your best friend and you, for some reason, promised to accompany her to one.

You wanted to go back and punch your yesterday self in the mouth.

“I spy with my little eye; a cute tutor and his cute student.” Hannah tapped the table grabbing your attention. “Jeff! Clay!” She screamed over the music in the back yard.

“Hey, Hannah, Y/N.” Clay said semi-awkwardly.

“‘Sup ladies.” Jeff greeted, with that perfect smile that left you without words, even after years of crushing on him.

Actually everything about him left you completely disarmed. The beautiful fluff that sat atop of his head, the crinkle in his nose when he laughed, the full lips that dared you to kiss him without regret, those pretty blue eyes that found yours as you picked out your favourite parts of him.

“You alright?” He asked while you quickly averted your whole head to the ground, attempting to hide your reddened cheeks.

“Y-yeah! I’m good.” You sputtered out quietly.

“She’d be a little better if she actually drank the beer I got her.” Hannah huffed.

“Not thirsty.” You looked back up to Hannah.

“You’ve been here for an hour and you’ve done nothing but follow me around and mope.” Hannah rolled her eyes. “Go have fun.”

“I’m content right here.” You declined.

Jeff pitched in. “C’mon, little librarian,” Little librarian, that was his nickname for you. He had been calling you that since you had met, because at first he had mistook you for one when you bumped into each other in the library. “Come dance with me.”

“I can’t dance.” You tried weakly, but he pulled you from your seat anyway.

“Don’t listen to her! She’s in dance!” Hannah yelped.

“Hannah! You traitor!” You gasped as Jeff tugged you into the middle of the mess of grinding people.

You internally cringed at the feeling of their sweaty bodies surrounding you. But after a moment the feeling of hands on your hips brought you out of your thoughts with a slight jump.

“At least pretend to have fun? You’re starting to hurt my feelings.” Jeff joked as he pulled you closer.

You blushed. “Sorry, I’m not used to this.” you swayed your hips to the music.

“Being at a party or being at Bryce’s party?” He guided your hip’s movements.

“Both.” You laughed.

“I see.” He laughed along with you. “You and Clay are impossible nerds.” You were practically grinding against him now.

“I’m sorry I don’t really fit the bill to be a party girl, I’m more of a lonesome bookworm.” You shrugged.

“I see you more as a sexy librarian.” Jeff laughed before someone called his name and practically ripped him away from you.

“Jeff, man, come on. Group of cuties wanna talk to you.” Some guy, whose name you’d never know, tried pulling the baseball boy away much to his protest.

“Dude, right now?” Jeff tried not to snap at the boy.

“Oh come on, Jeff. Look, you don’t even have to hook up with the brunette chick, just keep her busy so I can score her friend.” The guy asked. “Please, be a bro, bro.” He begged.

“But…” He trailed off looking back at you.

“Oh, don’t worry about me. Go help your friend out. I’ll just go find Hannah or something.” You urged.

“I’ll be right back, alright?” Jeff started to walk away. “Wait for me, librarian!” He called a little ways away.

For half an hour, you stood on the wall, waiting,  while Jeff stood talking up a storm with the beautiful brunette, his friend snogging the redhead a few feet over. You willed yourself not to feel jealous over it, instead you felt heartbroken. Which was no better, but you couldn’t help it.

Annoyed with your mindset, you looked down at the cooler of beers. With a deep breath you reached down to snag the cold glass from the ice. You quickly twisted the top off and downed half the bitter drink. After cringing a little you tipped it back and finished it off.

“Whoa, slow down, there.” Bryce’s voice startled her as she started on her second beer.

“I’m good, I would like to get as drunk as possible as fast as possible.” You ignored him a raised the bottle back to your lips.

“Well, if that’s the case,” He grabbed her beer from her hand and started back inside. “Follow me.”

Part of you told you to do the opposite and run in the other direction. But, alas, your eyes fell on the baseball player and the cute girl, who seemed to have gotten closer since the last time you looked. You decided against your chest right mind and followed Bryce inside.

This was where he gave you a red solo cup filled with what looked like water. You raised an eyebrow at him and he nodded for you to drink it. With a slight shrug you tipped the cup back and swallowed half the beverage, this time the burn sliding down your throat made you cringe deeply.

You shook your head, already feeling it. “Thanks Bryce.” With that you finished the drink and grabbed another one.

“Anytime.” He nodded. “What’s got you all sour?”

“My hopeless crush.” You huffed, sparing a glance at the couple in the back yard. He was now leaning against the fence with his hands on her hips and she was tracing patterns onto her chest.

“Really? Jeff? That’s who you’re pining for?” Bryce laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. The quiet library nerd has heart eyes for the hot ass baseball star. Hilarious.” You rolled your eyes and finished off your drink, again.

He handed you a new one. “Well, in my time of knowing Atkins, he was never into the shy, library girls. No offense.”

“None taken.” You had know that was true. “How about we stop talking about Jeff and we started getting wasted?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

With that, you spent most of the night with Bryce and the other boys. Mostly Zach and Justin, they had quickly becoming your favourites. They were funny and sweet. Not sweeter than Jeff.

You shook your head again, trying to rid your brain of Jeff related thoughts and tipped your cup back. You made a game for yourself. Every time you thought about Jeff you drank. It turned out he was on your mind a lot. So needless to say, you were pretty drunk.

You were now sitting between Bryce and Justin, most of the party playing King cup, a card game where you had to do something based on the card you. Bryce drew a four card; give two, take two.

Bryce grabbed four shot glasses and filled them all the way up. He took two and slid two over to you. You grinned and quickly threw back the burning liquid, easily.

The crowd cheered you on, just as drunk as you were. As you finished your last shot, you felt a hand on your thigh. Turning, you saw that it was Bryce. You gently moved his hand from your leg.

Bryce leaned over to talk into your ear. “Relax, no one will notice.” He put his opposite hand on her thigh this time, while his other slid over her shoulders.

“it’s just a little too hot to be this close though.” You giggled drunkenly.

“Well then, why don’t we shed a few layers.” He whispered and trailed his fingers up her shirt.

“Nope, I think I’ll keep my clothes on.” You giggled again. Is this what being drunk was like? Giggling nonstop?

Suddenly, cold seeping through your shirt brought you out of your thoughts making you jump up.  “Whoa, careful, Y/N!” Justin caught you as you wobbled.

“Shit, I’m sorry. Thought your tits could use something to drink.” Bryce joked, as he had spilled his drink on you.

“Come on, I’ll help you get cleaned up.” Jessica pulled you towards the bathroom. “We’ll be right back guys.”

As you made it to the bathroom, Jessica quickly helped you pull off your T-shirt. You both quickly trying to clean it up with the extreme soft towels.

“Dude, my mother would kill me if she knew these are what her expensive towels were being used for.” You laughed.

“Oh shit! Same!” Jessica agreed, laughing with you.

Eventually, it was settled that you wouldn’t be able to wear that shirt again. “You wait here, I’m going to go get my jacket.” Jessica rushed out of the bathroom, closing the door for you.

You continued to dry your shirt as best you could. It was your favourites, there was no way you’d let it fall to the likes of alcohol. You giggled to yourself, was your shirt a princess that you had to save from the alcohol dragon?

The door opened and you looked up, still giggling a little to find Bryce. “You know, it’s rude to just walk into a bathroom without knocking.”

“Well, here, to make up for ruining your shirt and my rudeness.” He reached out to hand you another drink.

“You are forgiven.” You downed most of the drink. This time it tasted weird, sweeter than your other drinks. You shrugged it off and finished it.

I really should go try and find- whoa, shit.” You moved to stand and the room began to spin.

“Careful, there, Y/N.” Bryce grabbed you around your waist, to steady you.

“I’m fine, just really, really dizzy.” You leaned against Bryce.

“Let’s get you to a room.” He started to drag her out of the bathroom.

“But I have to wait for Jess…” You trailed off into a giggle.

Bryce ignored you and pulled you along. Finally you two slipped into a dark room. I’m scared of the dark bad things happen in the dark. You giggled to yourself again.

You felt Bryce lay your down on the bed, and your head lolled about a little. You almost dismissed the dipping of the the bed around you, but your brain was slightly awakened by the feeling of lips pressed against your neck.

“Bryce, quit it.” You laughed pushing at him.

But he continued on down to your chest. In the back if your alcohol induced mind, alarms were going off. You shoved at him, but your ditsy mind was weakening you.

He pinned your arms down and you begun to get scared. You tried to break through your haze and do something but all that came out was a weak yell.

Bryce leaned up over you and as you opened your mouth to try and scream, he slammed his lips into yours. You squirmed and tried to keep your lips closed but when his hand slipped into your pants and into you roughly, you cried out.

Satisfied with your opened mouth, his tongue slid inside. The feeling made you fag, and tears welled in your eyes. This was happening. There was nothing you could do.

I’m going to be raped.

After a moment moment of painful fingering, Bryce pulled his hand out of your pants and started to push them down. Something in your mind snapped. You were not about to let this happen.

You bit down on his tongue. Hard. As he reared back in pain you let out a scream. As loud as you could. You scream was cut off by a harsh slap to your cheek.

The blow disoriented you more than your drunkenness itself. But still, you kicked your feet at him, one of them successfully hitting their target.

As soon as Bryce tumbled to the ground in pain the door flew open. The bright light from the hallway made you squint your eyes.

Mm, that feels nice. You kept your eyes closed, suddenly extremely exhausted now. You felt the bed dipped again and a hand grab your bruising face.

“No, get off.” You whined, pushing at the person, whom your mind suspected as Bryce.

“Hey, hey, relax. It’s me, little librarian.” Little librarian? Now is not the time to be thinking of Jeff, Y/N. He’s the reason you’re in this mess.

That wasn’t true, you were the reason you were in this mess. You threw yourself a pity party because the guy you were practically in love with didn’t like you back. Shit, you were pathetic.

“Come on, you gotta stand for me.” The person tried to pull you up.

“No, stop it, Bryce.” You protested.

“Look at me. Y/N, open your eyes and look at me.” You did as you were told, and sure enough there was Jeff in all his concerned glory.

“Jeff…” Tears welled in her eyes.

“Hey, there, little librarian.” He said softly, touching your cheek. You hissed and jerked away from his touch. “He hit you.”

It was more of an angry statement than a question but you nodded, closing your eyes. You felt him gently wipe away the tears that slipped out.

“Come, let’s get you out of here.” He helped you fix your pants and pulled his jacket over your shoulders.

It was only now, that you noticed, the others in the room. Zach and Justin holding Bryce against the wall, Hannah, Clay and Jess watching you with concerned eyes. You gave them all a drowsy wave as Jeff pulled you up into his arms.

“Bryce, you’re lucky I don’t have my bat with me, or I’d break your knees.” Jeff called out as he carried you out to his car.

You didn’t even make it out if the house before you fallen asleep.

“I’m never drinking again…” You groaned into your pillow.

“That’s what everyone says. But in your defense you were also drugged.” The commenting voice from the side of your bed made you sit up startled.

“Woah, there, relax.” It was Jeff.

You sighed grabbing your head. “What are you doing here, Jeff?”

“Taking care of my favourite librarian, where else would I be?” He handed you a glass of water.

“I dunno, maybe with the pretty brunette girl from last night.” You said quietly.

“Carly? Not my type.” Jeff shrugged. “I’m more into sexy librarians.”

You laughed at his words and shook your head. “No you’re not, Bryce said you weren’t.”

“He also drugged and tried to raped you.” He gently tilting your chin up. “Bryce’s mindset isn’t correct.”

You didn’t say anything as his words sunk in. You watched his face lean closer to yours slowly, but being impatient, you closed the distance yourself. You prayed that you were right.

It seemed you were because he quickly deepened the kiss. His hand holding the back of your head pulling you closer while yours slid into his hair.

“Oh my shit!” Hannah suddenly yelped from the doorway making you two break apart, panting. Why can’t I get Clay to kiss me like that… or at all?” She whined.

“She kissed me.” Jeff shrugged making you blushed. “I was just happily returning it.”

“What happened? I heard yelling.” Clay appeared next to Hannah and she looked at him.  “What?”

“Screw it.” Hannah snagged the boy’s collar and yanked him into her lips. Clay’s eyes were wide and he let out a startled grunt. Finally he caught on and pressed into her lips, kissing back.

“Now that they’re distracted…” Jeff leaned his head against yours. “Will you be my little librarian?”

“I already was.”

TAG - S2E20 ‘The Man From TB5′ Review

How brilliant was this!

First, the title – a nice little tribute to the TOS episode ‘The Man From MI5’ (S1E17).

The opening scene had a lovely image. Just another continuation of Jeff in the boy’s lives. I love how Gordon was sat on the desk as the boys always used to do that in TOS, so it makes sense they do so with their younger TAG incarnations. It just made me smile.

Gordon, Gordon, Gordon – we all know he likes Lady Penelope, but this was just hilarious in my opinion.

“Glad to help. Enjoy the party.”
“Did I hear party? Need a date? I can be there in no time. Scott, let me borrow Thunderbird One.”
“Uh, thank you Gordon, but I already have a date.”

The desperation and the way he turned and whispered to Scott, brilliant. Not to mention, that John looked like he’d trade places in a second without being asked. I loved Alan’s reaction. We know the way to get him off that tablet now.

And Scott knew the whole time. Gordon whining was incredible with this as an answer;

“He wanted it kept quiet.”
“But I’m the obvious choice. John hates social… anything.”

There were so many brilliant things in these first scenes, so I will ramble on, with the aid of dialogue, which just made me laugh. Gordon should really know by now, not to open his mouth.

“Besides, who’s going to do space monitor duty?”
“Funny you should mention that.”
“I had to ask.”
“Hmm, walked into that one.”
“And who do you think’s taking him up there?”
“Ohh…”

And maybe so should Alan.

Lady Penelope, you liar! I love how Parker just turned around to join in. Very impressive stop of the car too.

“It’s just a quiet, little charity auction.”
“I may have understated the “quiet” part, a… a bit.”
“hAnd the “little”.”

This image…

Gosh, that’s a lot, and all of this was before the opening!


Post the opening, the greatness continued. In fact, I don’t think it ever cut out.

“I thought there’d be a lot less… this: people, talking, in person.”

Bless him. His expression throughout the party.

“I mean communications is my job, I talk to people all over the world, I’d just rather do it from space.”
“Exactly why I wanted to get you off that station.”

We all know she worries about him, ever since ‘EOS’ (TAG S1E8).

But, John’s good at his job, but I can see where he gets the aversion to people from. Being Jeff Tracy’s son probably led to you facing a lot of reporters and cameras, besides, he always loved space, so I suppose it makes sense that the two things he loves should go together. I’m actually quite surprised at how well he was dealing with gravity. (Or maybe Lady Penelope was just responsible for grounding him).

Parker is just… I think I could make the man my hero.

“Place like this his ha ‘otbed for pickpockets. hIn my day, this would ‘ave been ha goldmine.”
“No one is going to pick anyone’s pockets tonight.”
“Not while hI’m hon watch, M’Lady.”

A very nice reference indeed, because if I remember rightly, in the TOS episode (after which this is named) that is exactly what Parker was off planning to do!

EOS, you are amazing! I loved her playing Gordon up whilst her parent was technically away. She doesn’t half know how to play him either. My favourite of the lines;

“Hair style not recognised. And not very stylish.”
“We speak of this to no one.”
“To the rocket!”

That probably should have been done in the first place… just like Alan suggested.

It was a nice tactic of the writers to play on Parker’s newfound friendship with Sherbet so soon. It proves to us for once they haven’t created something (such as EOS – yes, you can tell I like the AI) and then forgotten it’s there to be used. Although saying that, she appeared in this episode too! So did almost all of our favourite brothers. It’s been a good few weeks.

John on Earth! Again – only a week after his last appearance. And, in a suit: he looks impressive in a suit. I like TAG putting him in the danger line, it allows way more expansion for his character. In short, I approve of the amount of John screen time in recent weeks.
I loved this little interchange. John was just so awkward, and you can tell he had no idea how to deal with this extravagant over-the-top woman.

“And what exactly do you do, dear boy?”
“Me… uh… I… well… I work in space.”
“Space! What a coincidence. We just bought the pent house in the new Estrella Orbital. Perhaps we’ll see you there sometime.”
“Considering my line of work for your sake I hope not.”


We also got to see Thunderbird Three dock with Thunderbird Five. A rarity, but something I love just for small reasons. It’s sad we couldn’t see a John and Alan moment though in their natural environment.

EOS was definitely having fun though.

“Sorry, didn’t catch the access code.”
“We’ve never needed an access code before.”
“New protocol. Protection against Space Pirates.”
“I think we need an assist from “Mr Party”.”
“Yeah, that or I’m using explosives! Thunderbird three to John, your housekeeper would like an access code.”
“The code is, “EOS, let them in, or I’ll swap your processors with a pocket calculator”.”
“Code accepted.”

Except, this was just another episode which proves John to be her parent. She really treats Alan and Gordon like younger brothers too.


Hmm… I’m not sure I would give those away if they belonged to my father. It’s a nice token I suppose, but I wouldn’t personally do it. Each to their own though.

And yes, The Hood was predictable.

Oh EOS… You’re not making it easy for them at all. I love the gravity going off line and of course the slip up;

“Sorry, still offline. If John were here, I’m sure he could get them working.”
“Gordon to John, your AI’s being evil again.”
“EOS!”
“It’s not me this time!”
““This time”!”
“I mean…”

I suppose the only word for that is payback. Still, you can tell Gordon is no expert in communications like John. Fog, anyone?

John is brave. Still, because I know I said that last week. (Where did the fork come from though?)

Bernard Bottomsley is very foolish, for once I agree with the villain.
Of course, The Hood’s “dramatic” exit just has to the make the cut into this review.

It reminds me a little of the film version of ‘Richard III’ where he ‘falls’ (The Ian McKellan version, if anyone wants to know what I mean).

And, oh look! The Hood stuck true to his word and turned off the jammer.

Thank goodness for magnetic socks. I wish we could actually have those. John really is trying to challenge Spiderman for the title though.

All I can say, is Alan learnt fast. I think we can see now why it’s Alan who swaps with John. Space just isn’t for Gordon. And nor is EOS.

I thought the dinging chair idea was imaginative. Poor Sherbet, travelling alone.

I don’t think John is ever going to live down the new nickname: Party Boy. I loved the rescue though and of course, my favourite line for the episode;

“I got you, Party Boy.”
“Thanks, Scott. Just put me down anywhere. Anywhere… anywhere but here!”

And EOS on holo-communications with John! Yes, I thought we’d never get there. If I was able to go into space, I would definitely agree with John too.

The Prince of Egypt Read-Along
Jeff Goldblum
The Prince of Egypt Read-Along

A clip from the beginning (“Deliver Us”/prologue) of The Prince of Egypt Read-Along (narrated by Jeff Goldblum).  Per @somehow-you-will‘s request for something involving the bio-family :)

** there are sound effects from the movie, so you can hear people shouting, whips cracking, and babies crying in the background.  it might be a little startling if you’re not expecting it?

TAG - S2E18 ‘Grandma Tourismo’ Review

Well…

What an episode.

As much as I missed the rest of the brother’s today, I did like having an episode that finally focused on Grandma a little more. Since we’ve seen less of this version of her – apart from as a supporting character – it was nice to have that development.


So, things we learnt in this episode are going first;

1. Grandma’s name is Sally. Sally Tracy. Well, someone had to name her I suppose. I was wondering when the time would come around for a name reveal, since she’s always just been called “Grandma”.

2. The boys do still play snooker in this verse! Where the hell they keep that table I’ve no clue.

3. Scott cares a lot about his hair… Hmm, like we hadn’t worked that out. P.S. I still want to know about this Virgil and Gordon hairdryer situation.

4. Grandma once travelled the world. The money must have come from her side of the family then, because we know Jeff’s dad was a farmer/agriculturalist.

5. Grandma can also fly and it seems, taught her son.

One thing I picked up on this week, though was strange and I think ITV have either missed a trick or very belatedly decided to inform us of a complete shake up.

So (I’m not going to dare go into full territory on this because the debate is long and varies depending on your view), in TOS, there was always some contentment as to Virgil and John’s ages and question as to who was older, for many reasons. Personally, I’ve always worked with John being the second child and Virgil the third. (That doesn’t mean you can’t have it the other way, if that’s how you work!)

However, the ITV series has led us to believe from the first episode and onwards, that they are working with John being older than Virgil, other thing which seems confirmed by the ages they gave for the brothers on their website;

Scott: 23, John: 22, Virgil: 21, Gordon: 19, Alan: 14.

So from this, we can all assume they meant John to be older – and I think a lot of us writers over on ff – have been working and writing with that. However, in this episode we hear the line,

“You’re braver than I am, big brother.”

From John. Which kind of throws Gordon’s spanner into the wrench. I would quite appreciate ITV sorting that out for us.


Moving swiftly on…

I have to interject and say that I just love the dice with the niffy Thunderbird Two logo on - thank you, Fischler, they are a far sight better than your logoed jumpsuits. A new good luck charm maybe?

A shopping trip. And not just any shopping trip. A complete restock of the island just Virgil and Grandma. Not to mention, John was certainly worried.

I think Virgil did a very good job at hiding his sarcasm.

“Let’s do some shopping.”

“This is going to be so much fun.”

Of course, we have to remember he said that before he saw the list. Like this shot at the end, you can just see him, tired and be forced into finishing what they started, skim-reading and desperately questioning why everyone needs so much. Then we get to piano strings of course - any idea who those might be for, Virge?

Even so, I think he’s glad when John interrupts. It saved him from having to spend all morning looking at tracksuits.

Something that made me laugh was the Manager of the shop running after them when they left the shop. Why would you think International Rescue were going to steal from you? Especially if we take from Grandma,

“Hey!”

”Put it on our tab.”

That they shop there a lot?

It did make me chuckle though, so it’s kind of okay.

Of course, we know Virgil can’t be in two places at the same time. Still, I think we can all recognise that look the boys get about their ships.

I’m still trying to work out how he’ll feel about the very minor scratches to the paintwork! Still, John was right, in fairness to Grandma, for something big an heavy - 406 tonnes apparently - which she’d never flown before she didn’t do bad at all.

And we have to give credit to those moves across the quarry. International Rescue, risking life and limb.

I’m also very appreciative of the design to the remote piloting graphics. They look very nice. Virgil is certainly skilled at it too, for I can’t imagine its easy to fly a ship you’re not in.

I think John ends up worrying too much. I’m actually surprised none of these brothers ever have panic or heart attacks from their line of work and the amount of worry and stress they must encounter (especially for each other). But then again, I’ll just put it how Virgil did;

“It’s my job, Grandma.”

I think his brothers would all agree. When they’re not left worrying.

Poor, poor Virgil. All that heavy lifting! He kept shifting those rocks for nothing. I really felt for him when he thought it was over.

But then of course we have Grandma to save the day!

And obviously, the crew were doubtful about that;

“Well don’t you worry, I’ll be there any minute. You tell the others.“
“FAB. My Grandma says don’t worry. She’s coming to pick us up.”
“You’re Grandma?”

And you can just see the look on Virgil’s face - I like to think it says, ‘you don’t know my Grandma - yet.’

And that led to one of my favourite moments of this episode, the brother’s joint:

“You?”

Another moment I quite enjoyed was our lovely ending. We got to see International Rescue hang around long enough to get some thanks for once in the TAG verse, but that meant we also got to see this;

Virgil was not expecting that. Bless him though, the way his shoulders dropped in the final moments when he realises - No shower, just shopping.

Of course this is me, so I cannot help myself when it comes to a little scenery.

This was a shot I particularly liked;

But this is one that I think Virgil could appreciate too: I mean, look at his face;

So, I’m going to leave everyone with a little game/task – whatever you like.

These were the items I managed to pull from the clearly extensive shopping list. Let’s see if we can match them to the right brother, I think a few are easy;


Multi-vitamins, snooker cues, apple pie, bagels, lemon squeezer,
p
illow case, anti-rust spray, extra cable. super shine, toilet paper, hairspray, Hawaiian shirts, plant food, protein powder, celery crunch bars, toothpaste, piano strings, fire extinguishers, tanning lotion, tofu.

And yes, pictures have returned!

Episode transcript link to follow shortly.

Thunderbirds RP Masterlist

Since there are a few newbies joining the fandom. I think it’s time to create a Masterlist for those folks who have decided to join the ranks of Role Play.

Please reblog this post with which character. Whether it be a canon or an OC (other character). State whether you are comfortable with gore, NSFW, sporadic, AU (alternative universe), original series, TAG (the updated series) or the movie.

Don’t be afraid to admit that you have one or many characters.

Thank you very much for your cooperation

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Parker Runs Into Trouble | Thunderbirds Are Go
Watch more Thunderbirds Are Go on YouTube: http://bit.ly/1VJaais This clip may contain spoilers! After following some shifty looking waiters at a party, Park...

This looks intriguing!

Did I see Thunderbird Three and Five together..? Excitement.

silver-spade-blog  asked:

Hey Josh, I'm a long time fan and I've been reading your QA here for awhile. Really cool of you to do this btw, I've learned a lot of interesting stuff here. My question is about New Vegas, and who at Obsidian wrote some characters. I know that John Gonzales was responsible for some fan favorites like Randall Clark, and Chris Avellone was responsible for most of the DLCs and Cass. I would like to know about others like Caesar, Hanlon, all the other companions, and House. Thanks!

John Gonzales was the creative lead on F:NV and he wrote Benny, Caesar, Mr. House, Yes Man, Vulpes Inculta, many Chairmen, the Forecaster, and a large number of additional characters.  He also wrote all of the Survivalist/Randall Dean Clark logs and the Happy Trails party in Honest Heart.

Chris Avellone wrote Cass, Lanius, all of the Dead Money and Lonesome Road characters (IIRC) and some of the Old World Blues characters (I believe Travis Stout also wrote some, but I can’t remember the split).

Eric Fenstermaker wrote Boone, Veronica, Fantastic, everything in Vault 11, the White Gloves, and (IIRC) most of the characters in Camp McCarran.

Travis Stout wrote Lily, Raul, many other characters in F:NV; Waking Cloud, Follows-Chalk, and Salt-Upon-Wounds in Honest Hearts; and some characters in OWB.

Jesse Farrell wrote the King, Pacer, a bunch of other Freeside and BoS folks (Hardin, McNamara).  Jesse handled the setup of Rex, but I believe Jeff Husges did Rex’s brain quest.

Rob Lee wrote Fisto and several Freeside characters including the Atomic Wrangler folks (IIRC).  George Ziets wrote First Recon.  Matt MacLean wrote all of the station rangers in Return to Sender.

Jeff Husges wrote Marcus and most of the people at Jacobstown and in Arcade’s quest, For Auld Lang Syne.  I believe he also wrote quite a few of the characters at the Fort and (IIRC) Rex.

Akil Hooper wrote ED-E and many characters at Gomorrah, but I think John Gonzales wrote Cachino and some of the other major Omerta characters.

I wrote Arcade, Hanlon, Joshua Graham, Daniel, and a handful of minor characters.

63.

three glasses of acidic juice
sewn together with leather strings
teeter on the edge of a ghost’s bedside table.

they each tell a story
and I listen
and drink them
and wait for their contents to erode my teeth
and dissolve my tongue.

it’s best that my mouth not form words at all

for i should not speak ill of the thumbs
that pepper my mornings with dimple shadows
and waves of blood 
that crest and trough
between my brains.

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Next up, episode 18, ‘Grandma Tourismo’, Saturday 28th October.

It’s been a long day without you, my friend

I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again

Scott hasn’t seen Virgil since Christmas. That was months ago now. It’s summer on the island. The skies are blue, the sea is warm and some would call it the perfect paradise but it’s not perfect for Scott, not yet.

After a hard day’s work helping to construct the growing complex of buildings and hangars, Scott likes to take himself down to the beach for an hour. He sprawls in the sand like a child ‘til the aches in his bones begin to fade and his thoughts turn east towards Denver and the brother he rarely sees now they’re both grown up.

It would’ve been unthinkable when they were children. Scott’s all too aware the younger version of himself would be highly unimpressed by the situation he finds himself in now.

Scott’s got everything he thought he wanted when he was younger. There’s an almighty craft being built in a hangar hidden beneath the villa. She’s going to be his when she’s ready to take flight and what a flight it’ll be. She won’t quite break Mach 20 like the TV21 did but she’ll be fast enough to circle the earth within an hour. There’s few ships on earth capable of such speeds. Scott’s always wanted to fly one but never got the chance before the TV21 went down over the Mariana Trench.

He thought it was all he wanted but as the days have passed and his father’s dream has begun to look less like a dream and more like reality, Scott’s found it harder and harder to be awed when there’s nobody stood at his shoulder marvelling alongside him. No matter what Brains produces, Jeff Tracy’s always seen something more impressive. But Scott’s best friend appreciates everything, no matter its size.

Scott’s surrounded by the unique, highly-experimental technology he began to dream of after graduating from the academy only to realise the air force would never allow Jeff Tracy’s heir to see any action that might be considered dangerous. He thought he wanted this, but it seems that even he didn’t know what he truly wanted until it was too late.

Scott finally looked away to the east only to realise that Virgil wasn’t standing there waiting for him any more. And he meant to call, he really did, he’d fly over to Denver at the weekend but there was always something that needed to be done so he’d go next weekend instead only something cropped up that time too and then suddenly it’s been six months and Scott’s got no idea how so much time managed to pass without hearing his best friend’s voice.

Will it be different now? Scott’s sure looking forward to finding out as he leans against a sign that proudly welcomes him to the finest college in Denver. Virgil’s due to appear any minute to catch the plane their father sent to pick him up one last time.

Scott made sure Jeff forgot to mention who’d be piloting it.

Now he tries so hard to be the cool older brother, offering grins and nods and a couple of good luck buddys to other students as he waits for a shock of dark hair to appear. He’s got a bet going with their father about facial hair and ponytales but that’s not really why Scott’s so eager to see him.

He just missed his little brother. So. Damn. Much.

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