The Witch Head Nebula

Vine will be deeply missed. This was by far my favorite one. 15/10

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“Last memory, huh? Glad I saved the best for last.”

A Positive Impact

A person who’s had a positive impact on my life is my mama, Denise. I know it may seem like I’m saying it because she gave birth to me, but I’m not.

She’s been with me all my life (obviously), but she has been with me through everything I’ve been through; including self-harm, depression, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, panic attacks, mild agoraphobia and many other things.

She got me out of an abusive household, and has been supporting me in all my pursuits; no matter how stupid they are.

My mama is a single parent, and we don’t have a lot of money (due to me not being medically fit to work, and my father not paying anything towards me) but she doesn’t push me into doing things I’m not ready to do.

She puts my heath and happiness above her own, and she excepts me for who I am.

This is why she has a positive impact on my life.

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

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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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*Sees this and almost falls off the sofa, cause I’m so damn excited* AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

Mirrors and Doors - Part 29

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 28: https://artisticrainey.tumblr.com/post/152167448321/mirrors-and-doors-part-28

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“Thunderbirds are go!”

With a clunk, the wall panel began to turn. Gordon grinned. Just as in his own universe, the younger Scott rotated, clutching wall sconces, and disappeared from the lounge. Shaking his head, feeling a thousand years old, Gordon turned his attention to the up-ending of the younger Virgil as he prepared for launch, too.

“I’m used to seeing Scott and Virgil go,” he said, “but never looking so young and fresh!”

The older Scott’s fist connected with his bicep, and Gordon stuck out his tongue.

“I’m just telling the truth!”

“Well, some truths don’t need to be told,” Scott groused. He folded his arms again, his eyes glimmering with a combination of pride and envy. “I already feel like a fossil compared to all these whipper-snappers.”

“And now you know how I feel,” their father chimed in.

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thunderbirds bring || ⚡ leverage ⚡

I saw a pic/snapshot and it looked like he might be getting some grey hairs, so I thought it might be funny to put it in. That's okay, Len. I really enjoyed writing it. :D I don't know if John did come up with Smother Hen, but I always write the he's older then Virg, so just put that he did.

Console Jockey

The official title this is saved under is ‘John post Spider Smashing V2′ but tbh it probably works for most John-gets-into-trouble-in-space/with-gravity/assorted-evils kind of things… I’d love to have...

@lenle-g Here’s the fic. Sorry if I didn’t link right. Also, sorry if you don’t like the name. :)

   I hadn’t liked that he had gone to help Captain O’Bannon in the first place, but he had been so adamant about going. He was used to being a ‘console jockey’ as Alan had said, only participating in the ‘rescue’ part when he had to. Alan could’ve easily gone up in Thunderbirds 3, but John had insisted on going himself, even joked with our youngest brother.

   Did he feel like he had to prove himself to the rest of us? Cause if that was the case, we were going to be having words. He didn’t have to prove himself to anybody, especially not his family.

   And then, to make matters worse, his comms started cutting out; giving us only snippets of what was being said. Before they went out again, it sounded like they were in trouble.

   That’s when I sent Alan up. John only had his Exo-pod suit and whatever O’Bannon had on her, which I didn’t think was very much. At least there was equipment on board Thunderbird 3.

   So as soon as I lost communication with Alan, I regretted not going up with him. I knew the two of them were more than capable of looking after themselves – and each other – but not being able to reach them, talk to them, worried me. Anything could happen, and I’d have no idea.

   My pacing always annoyed my brothers, but it’s something I automatically did in times of trouble, and this was definitely one of those times.

   In my mind, the amount of time that had transpired without comms had been longer then it actually was. It had only been about half-an-hour, but it felt like hours.

   They were bickering about ghosts – and not telling Kayo or I about how they were scared – when I finally got an uninterrupted feed from the two of them. I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until I saw them, and release it.

   Even though holograms were amazing with sound and seeing people, I couldn’t tell if they had any injuries; major or minor.

   “We’re just gonna drop off our passengers, and then head home.” Alan told me, pushing a few buttons in his ‘bird, “Should be back within the hour, so no need to go all Smother Hen on us.”

   It was such a relief seeing them, that I didn’t even tell him off for using the nickname that John gave me years back.

   After they cut the link with the Island, my pacing resumed until the tell tale sound of Thunderbird 3 coming into land breached the otherwise quiet of our home. And when the smoke cleared from her landing, I knew it would only be a couple of minutes before they made their way back to the lounge.

   Sure enough, just as the last of the smoke disappeared, the seats from Thunderbirds 3 appeared from the floor. Alan seemed relatively okay, apart from the little wince he gave when the seats jolted into place. John was better at hiding his pain, but he couldn’t hide his visible injuries.

   He was wearing his worn NASA t-shirt and jeans; his pale skin marred with cuts on his cheek and newly forming bruises on his forearms, biceps, and hairline.

   “Before you ask, Scott, I’m fine. Just a bit banged up.” John said, getting up from the chair and walking over to me, holding out his arms, “See? Perfectly fine.”

   He couldn’t say anything else, because I almost leapt across the lounge before pulling him into a hug. I didn’t care if he was taller than me – damn gravity making him slightly taller after long periods in space. After a couple seconds of his awkward ‘what the hell do I do?’ he gently patted my back.

   “Oh, don’t mind me. I didn’t do anything, did I?” Alan huffed affrontedly, but he was smiling at the two of us.

   “Why did you do it Johnny? You could’ve let Alan go in your place.” I asked him, being as gentle as I could in my question and hug. I’d just caught sight of more bruises forming on his back.

   “I’ve been asking myself the same question, and I don’t know.” He didn’t even mention the fact that I used a nickname he hated.

   “Were you doing it to prove yourself?”

   “Probably not consciously.” He shrugged the best he could with me clinging onto him like my life depended on it, “I guess I could’ve been on some level, but I wasn’t meaning for it to look like that.”

   I held him out at arms length after a couple of minutes, taking every little detail about him in; from the slight bags under his eyes, to the way his shoulders slouched, to how he held himself.

   “Don’t ever scare me like that again. I can’t afford to be going grey at my age.”

   “Too late for that, Scotty.” Alan commented, wiggling his way between us, “You already have a few grey hairs.”

   We all started laughing, bringing each other in for another brief hug.

   “Alright you.” I pointed at John, “Time to get you looked at. And you’re Earth-bound until further notice.”

   “Come on, Scott.”

   “Don’t argue with me. When you’re healed up a bit, you can go back up, but until then, it’s time to stay on Earth for a while.”

   “Fine.”

   We started making our way down to the med-bay, when I just had to say one other thing to my immediate younger brother.

   “You know, you did pretty well for a console jockey.”

Eurovision 2K17: Graham Norton's Best Bits

“It’s a grey, damp night outside so there’s a faint smell of wet dog in the arena.”

“So, the theme this year is celebrating diversity, so let’s see who they’ve got to host… Oh, it’s three white men. Well done.”

“I can’t mock the jacket because… I’ve worn worse.”

“Timur is a personality powerhouse.”

“They’re excellent at speaking at the same time, they’ve cracked that.”

“Her brother will be fiddling with her on stage tonight.”

“Nathan Trent is actually his stage name. His real name is… Very difficult.”

“If you think my job’s hard, check out the guy pretending to play the saxophone for three minutes.”

“I should tell you, the Union Jack just fell off the wall in the commentary room. Hope it’s not an omen.”

“Nothing’s gone wrong. This was planned.”

“By the way, don’t worry, he hasn’t bought his mother’s ashes onstage with him. It’s actually a mini milk churn, which- who knew- could double as a musical instrument. Well, I say musical.”

“By the way, there hasn’t been a stage invasion. The woman is a professionally trained dancer. She is meant to be there.”

“The dancer trying to hide there. Who can blame her?”

“Inside that gorilla is Italy’s leading choreographer.”

“If you’re going to dress someone as a gorilla, at least get a decent costume. It looks like two carseat covers sewn together.”

“She was born and raised there (Australia). Moved to Denmark… Suspiciously recently.”

“There is so much love in this room.” “Not for you, Alex.”

“Stop.”

“And you keep thinking, ‘oh, this will make sense in a moment’ and… No…”

“She very kindly gave us some promotional chalk. I’ll be taking that home.”

“Ironically, for a man singing a song called ‘My Friend’, he doesn’t seem to have any.”

“Song 14 is Australia. Let’s not get into it.”

“My only piece of advice would be don’t start looking at his eyebrows unless you don’t want to stop”

“Does he advertise car insurance?”

“It’s got lots of things euro fans will enjoy: a beautiful woman, a stonking disco beat, and two half-naked men splashing around in a paddling pool.”

“Ooo. Some dodgy notes in there. I wonder if something’s gone wrong technically… Or maybe he’s just not great.”

“He wasn’t supposed to be singing but he stepped into the breach when the original singer… Came to his senses.”

“Comedy alert, ladies and gentleman.”

“Now… If I say this song is rap meets yodelling…”

“She claims to be the only yodeller in Romania. Probably because the others don’t talk about it. It’s the first rule of Yodel Club.”

“She splits her time between Berlin and London, so if you think you know her, you’ve probably seen her waiting for a bus or something.”

“Eurovision fans know it’s a long wait for the competition.” “A year. It’s a year, Timur.”

“The next thing you’ll ask is… How can three minutes be this long?”

“I just hope she enjoys it (performing) a bit more than she appears to.”

“This boy is a boy.”

“He’s literally just turned 17. He was born in this century.”

“We’ve done it, ladies and gentleman. This is song 26.”

“Terrific graphics, though. Mind you, if we’re looking at the graphics, something’s gone terribly wrong, hasn’t it.”

“Verka and her mother. I think it’s the same mother she had in 2008, we can’t be sure.”

“She (Verka) has already started drinking tonight.” “Oh, I can believe that.”

“If zombies did aerobics, it’d look a bit like this.”

“Two hundred million people… Are watching this.”

“This is quite torturous. A very long minute.”

*gasp* “I smell charisma.”

“I shared a urinal with John Ola Sand earlier. I didn’t talk to him…. Thought best not to.”

“Look at us, on the left hand side of the scoreboard.”

“Do you think she gave the other half of her jacket to the man from Croatia?”

“This is like an international version of First Dates.”

“They’re like the muppets with accents.”

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