Gordon Tracy - Blog Posts
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
Reboot - it’s okay @psychoseal - Gordo did get to keep a seagull !!!
Repost - not too sure how old this one is, probably about 2016, I wonder if it was an inktober as it’s black and white??? It went out with a mini fic which was written straight to Tumblr so it’s gone now :-(
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 :-)
Does anyone remember who I drew this one for please, I'm trying to tidy files and there's no notes with this one.
tag-rewatch - episode 1
Interesting observation: Gordon ran from right to left at being called to launch in episode 1 – we now know that by series 3, his launch-way is in the other direction, so was this was an earlier format for series 1.... or was there another reason?
Late For Take-Off
It had only been the mildest of annoyances to Gordon that his launch route repair had been set aside for Brains to complete the necessary upgrades that had taken TB1 out of the skies. He could cope for a while, getting TB1 air borne again was the priority, and anyway, he grinned, his alternative route to launch was kinda fun.
So this was a call to a submersible!
Yup, no doubt there, he was going to be needed and he past his brother at a run towards the original old shute behind his father's desk, unused now for over 12 years, but still serviceable. At the very beginning of International Rescue, this had been Jeff’s and Lee’s first short cut to the hangers when they had decided that the lifts took too long. It would take Gordon to the top hanger level - at break-neck speed! Brains had eventually over-engineered everything to a point of total safety - but this shute? This shute still existed.
And he loved it!
It reminding him of every water shute he'd ever been on, plus as little kids their Dad would let them slide down occasionally just for fun.
Next, a sprint along the gantries for nearly ½ a mile, easy for boys that kept to their high levels of fitness, but all the time he was still watching the clock. He held the record for the distance although he wasn't sure why as Scott was usually the fastest. Gordon's current record was 1 minute 53 seconds if he didn't skid at the corner going into the next hanger.
Aware that Virgil would have already completed his systems check and starting to warm the engines, Gordon flipped under the railings, taking he own personal option of a short cut, landing on the lower gantry with a clatter and rattle of the metal before running another couple of yards to a jury rigged zip wire set up for the time being.
This was his favourite bit, he'd hooted his head off as he flew down, pretty sure that no-one could hear.
He landed at a run right next to the pods.
This was where he should have been a whole minute or more earlier if his own launch route wasn’t damaged. Even so he didn’t rush this part as he got to work selecting which pod to use and checking the contents before sending it along to meet with TB2. Rushing a job lead to mistake and International Rescue avoided mistakes at all costs.
Inside Pod 4, the lights came on automatically, illuminating his own Bird.
“Hello Beautiful!” He called out to her as he slid into the spare uniform he stored there. By then the pod had reached it's position and he felt the familiar movement as it was lifted and loaded to TB2.
He checked his watch one more time, yup pretty good!
All he had to do was take the lift to the cockpit, blink at the sunshine pouring in as the cliff wall lifted and take his seat, perhaps a little out of breath but very definitely not late for take-off.
sorry for repeating this but the shirt thing stirred up this memory - I decided to upload all my pen and ink stuff to AO3- it’s on https://archiveofourown.org/works/22994086
there was a fic to go with it but that’s long gone, something about her need to make up to him for insisting that he wore something exceptionally uncomfortable to one of her galas
anyways, it just goes with my whole ‘Gordo’s shirt’ fixation thing
‘Hmmm, nice shirt Gordon!’
‘Really??? I thought you hated it!’
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 missing scene - series finale
I believe Rob Hoegee left us to write this ourselves, so this is my attempt
“Welcome home Dad.” Gordon offered quietly as his father was lead away to a full health scan followed by, almost certainly, a bout of indigestion.
Penny welcomed him home then took a few steps up the ramp to meet Gordon.
“How was it? Are you all safe?” She asked concerned.
“Yup, all safe, and it went really well, bar the Hood of course.” He was wondering, hoping, why she had stayed in the hanger after the others had left. His heart pounding at the sight of her, so perfect even after the pitched battle to save the island.
“Are you okay?” He asked gently, almost a whisper. She was close now, taking his hand, looking up into his face.
“I am now.” She smiled, “I worried about you all while you were away, but...” She stopped to check he was still breathing. “It turns out that I do worry about you - in particular.” Reaching that short distance to his lips, she kissed him. “I really do!” They kissed again.
“Now Gordon do something really important for me!” Her voice suddenly very urgent - she had his whole attention!
“I need you to breath, Gordon please, breath!”
AGGH AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SPOTTED PENNY AND GORDON WITH THEIR ARMS LINKED. PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THAT TOOOOO♥️
The tiniest of spoiler, so tiny it could be missed, apologies for it being so grainy
But thats all we got, I was wondering if a bit in front of pod6 was cut.
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.
Gordo’s got a new shirt for his birthday, but it’s a bit pink, I wonder who gave it to him.
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 :-)
jeff’s first visitor
sorry have no time this week for anything more than snippets
JEFF: Ah Lady Penelope's arriving! That's kind that she's come to see me.
GRANDMA: Probably not just you, Jeff. She's taken rather a shine to one of your boys.
JEFF: (punching the air) I knew it, I knew it – it's Scott isn't it? I always hoped it would be Scott.
GRANDMA: Nope.
JEFF: Oh really! John then! Good choice, she always did get on so well with John.
GRANDMA: Nope.
JEFF: Ahh, right, she's gone for the gentle giant – Virgil, of course.
GRANDMA: (grinning, she was enjoying this) Nope. And with Alan being far too young that only leaves.............
JEFF: You have got to be kidding me! No way! Not possible!
BUT HE'S STILL A KID!
GRANDMA: Not anymore! He's grown into a fun loving yet gentle young man who has similar interests to her, ecology and animals.
JEFF: I leave the planet for 8 years and come back to find the place gone completely mad!
when eos meets jeff
EOS: I am Eos, I am a valued member of the International Rescue team!
GORDON: Yeah, once you stopped trying to kill John
JEFF: What?!?!?
ALAN: She cut off his access back onto Thunderbird 5, Dad!
GORDON: Yeah and then she tried to squash him by increasing the gravity.
JOHN: Guys, you're not helping. Dad, this is Eos, she's sort of my... creation.
JEFF: a sentient being?
JOHN: Hmm yes, sort of, (then sees her frowning at him) No, definitely a sentient being
JEFF: Yours?
JOHN: No not actually mine, she's her own self, but my creation.
JEFF: Yours?
JOHN: sort of
JEFF: like she's your daughter?
JOHN: Eh yes I guess so.
JEFF: I’M A GRANDFATHER!!!!!
( it’s been a silly night, I apologise :-) )
London Gym - a Thunderbirds Are Go story
Author: mae-the-4th
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go (2015-2020)
Timing: Season 3, about Episode 18 Avalanche and Episode 20 Icarus
Warnings: none
Words: 1235
Author’s Note: It’s about time I did another Thunderbirds fic! I hate the ending at all and am not entirely happy with what I finished with, but we’ll see how it goes… Enjoy this in all its unedited glory! I know nothing about Wing Chun and Kung Fu, so if I get something wrong, I am so sorry and will try to fix it! The character of Jack Wallace is completely fictional. I don't own any characters except for Jack Wallace, an OC.
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Jack Wallace was a fit guy. His black-and-red Wing Chun martial arts belt and his habit of going to the gym every morning proved said fact. He had gone to this particular gym in London every day for almost two and a half years – yet he had never seen this young woman before, although she seemed somehow familiar. Tall, lithe, with olive skin, black hair, and enchantingly green eyes, she was there before even he was, running on the treadmill. She stayed there for 3 hours, running at 10 kilometres an hour, no joke! She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t stop listening to her music. It seemed she barely broke a sweat. She just kept on running, ponytail swinging, until she left. Jack made a mental note to ask her whether she was a marathon runner if he saw her again.
She was there the next day, again beating him to the gym. Instead of the treadmill, she focused on weights, lifting loads that usually would be impossible for a girl of her age and stature. After weights, she moved to the floor mats, completing push-ups, balances, squats, and many more that Jack didn’t manage to notice. Jack hit the showers quickly so he could ask her what her training regime was but just missed her. As he ran out the door after her, he just managed to spot her climbing into a pink car (pink! Now that’s a sight you don’t see every day!). She greeted the grey-haired driver and they sped off.
On the third day, the mystery girl was late – a whole hour late. It seemed very much unlike her (not that Jack really knew anything about her). The reason why was revealed when the large pink car pulled up to the doors. Out stepped the olive-skinned girl, pulling a shorter blonde out with her. The grey-haired driver followed at a respectful distance, warily eyeing Jack for a moment before flicking his eyes subtly around the gym. Jack didn’t even think about trying to talk to the mystery girl that day.
The day after, Jack found Mystery Girl on the mats, alone. She had a punching bag hanging in front of her – and it looked like she really hated it. Jabs and kicks repeatedly hit the bag, with sometimes less than a second in between the different moves. With a start, Jack recognised the style of fighting – Wing Chun, a style he was quite familiar with himself. After watching a few minutes, Jack realised that this was his opportunity to go talk to her.
“Wing Chun, right? Kung Fu?”
She stopped, turning to face him. “Yes. You know it?”
“Yeah. Don’t know much, but enough to get by in a fight. I think.”
Mystery Girl smirked. “Okay. Let’s have a look, shall we?”
“Pardon?”
“I don’t know about you, but this punching bag doesn’t exactly hit back.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. “I’m asking if you’ll spar with me.”
“Oh! Right, yeah. Sorry.” Spreading his legs into an opening stance, Jack desperately tried to remember what he had been taught – and nearly got a jab to the face. “Hey!”
“C’mon! One of the first rules is ‘always be ready and expect the unexpected’!”
Jack grimaced. “Sorry. I’m ready now.”
Mystery Girl grinned. “Shall we start then?”
Somewhere amidst all the jabs and kicks Mystery Girl launched at him, Jack realised that he was seriously outmatched. She was an expert, as in the highest ranking you could ever be. His respect and awe for her increased massively every time she added another bruise to his collection. Her style was flawless, each move precise and aimed perfectly. Jack never had any chance of beating her and he could tell that she was toying with him, leading him around the mats. Finally, Jack found himself on the flat on the ground, pinned by her knee. Grinning, she stood back up and offered her hand. Grabbing it, Jack stood back upright.
“Thanks for the practice,” the girl said.
“Practice? That was a full-on work out!”
She shrugged. “Eh, I take what I can get. Most of my brothers can’t really keep up with me in terms of self-defense, although they’re much better than they used to be.”
Jack sipped from his water bottle, still panting. “Let me guess, you’ve been teaching them?” She nodded, drinking from her own bottle. “How many brothers do you have?”
“Five,” she replied, and Jack blinked in surprise.
A ring tone echoed in the quiet gym and Mystery Girl picked up her phone. Sleek and black with silver highlights, it was obviously heavy duty – and expensive. A holographic display lit the air above the phone, showing the caller ID. Calling – Lady Penelope. The picture was the young blonde from the other day, laughing with her head thrown back with a tanned blond man, Hawaiian shirt open at the neck. Mystery Girl picked up her phone and ‘Penelope’ appeared.
“We are right outside when you’re ready. Gordon is here too, surprisingly.”
“Really?” Mystery Girl said, wry disbelief on her face.
“Yes! Somehow, I got Gordon out of bed, but he is fairly grumpy, and I will need your help wrangling him.”
She smiled fondly. Jack found he really liked it, but a stab of jealousy ran through him. Who is this Gordon? Her boyfriend?
“I’ll be right there, Lady P. See you in a few seconds.” Hanging up on Penelope, Mystery Girl grabbed her rucksack and turned towards the door. “Bye,” she said to Jack with a flutter of her fingers. Minutes later, the same pink car from before roared past.
It was only later that Jack realised he still didn’t ask for her name. He certainly regretted it when he never saw her in his gym again-
-until she was on television two weeks later.
Jack was on the treadmills, straining for those last few kilometres, while watching the local news. There had been a recent world record broken – the world airspeed record, to be precise. Something had gone wrong though, according to the news, and International Rescue had stepped in to help. Jack only caught the end of the report, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks (while the treadmill was still running unfortunately, although he’d never admit it). The news channel showed four of the five Thunderbirds lined up, the members of International Rescue standing in front. Four young men for four Thunderbirds, baldrics silver, green, red, and yellow. Next to them stood two young women. One was blonde, clad in a gold dress and black jacket, her hand entwined in the yellow Thunderbird’s hand. Jack’s eyes widened as he recognised her as Lady Penelope. And next to her-
Next to Lady Penelope was Mystery Girl. Clad in dark blue-green and black, she stood with an easy confidence. The names of the members of International Rescue flashed on the holo-image. Scott Tracy, Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano.
Kayo.
Now everything made sense! Mystery Girl’s fitness ability, her friend with the chauffeur, her mention of her five brothers – blimey, her brothers were the famous Tracy’s. She was part of International Rescue, for goodness sake!! She was the elusive pilot of the rumoured Thunderbird Shadow! And Jack had met with her, talked to her, sparred with her, and didn’t even realise.
Jack left the gym in bewilderment, the treadmill still running.
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FIN
Write x reader fanfic for Scott Tracy or else.😠
GIFS/PICS AREN'T MINE
I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔
IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !
Also Scott is hot 🤷♀️
