I do write, and I’ve got 2 published fics (on ff.net but still, published.) but I’m shit at writing 3rd person. And I write all of mine by hand. I just create more work for myself.
I think Scott wouldn’t be best pleased that John went into EDEN without backup, (the comms going down probably didn’t help with his worry) and him just bringing John in for a big hug, with tears in his eyes, telling him how proud he is of him (and Alan obviously, but Al’s used to it).
TBH I don’t want to speculate on what might happen in the rest of the series, but I do think the Mechanic has done something to EOS, or left himself a backdoor/Trojan Horse (as some hackers call it) so he can get access to TB5′s system. We just have to wait and see.
I can try write something in my break from class tonight. I only get about 15 minutes, but I always get there a little early, and my teacher is deaf, so as long as I don’t write while she’s teaching, she doesn’t mind. I learn BSL (British Sign Language) for 2 hours a week.
Blue Tears and the Milky Way : Lapping at rocks along the shore of the Island of Nangan, Taiwan, planet Earth, waves are infused with a subtle blue light in this sea and night skyscape. Composed of a series of long exposures made on April 16 the image captures the faint glow from Noctiluca scintillans. Also known as sea sparkles or blue tears, the marine planktons bioluminescence is stimulated by wave motion. City lights along the coast of mainland China shine beneath low clouds in the west but stars and the faint Milky Way still fill the night above. Over the horizon the galaxys central bulge and dark rifts seem to echo the rocks and luminous waves. via NASA
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Why do I do this to myself? I write loads longhand, and then have to type it all up. Why do I create more work for myself?
*Sees this and almost falls off the sofa, cause I’m so damn excited* AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
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
~oOo~
“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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“Today my dog is green.”
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
~oOo~
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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I have a friend who’s trans. I’ve even got a friend who’s gay, one who’s a lesbian, a couple who are bi, and I’m asexual (used to be bi).
let’s see how many transphobics we can weed out
But why did you have to make the notebook look so pretty? I'm now terrified to write in it, cause I don't want to mess it up. :D
@lenle-g I finally got your art from RedBubble. Granted it was last week, but I’ve only just figured out how to use tumblr (sort of). :)
I didn’t know cheetahs meow I’ve always thought they roar my whole life has been a lie
Reblog for a smile ❤
I'm a writer, a little strange, and a serial series watcher. That's about all there is to me. Find me on https://archiveofourown.org/users/ToxikCherrys16/pseuds/ToxikCherrys16 and https://m.fanfiction.net/u/4642750/ToxikCherrys16
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