Squirrels? That's nuts.

Guys I was on my Goliath beetle grind and I thought this was one but apparently it’s not! So here’s a Giant African Fruit Beetle 🪲

Happy 10th anniversary to Thunderbirds Are Go!!! How has it been 10 whole years omg??!!!

This show means so damn much to me. I remember watching the premiere and immediately being hooked, it's shaped me, it's revived my love of drawing and creativity, it's helped me meet some of my best friends and it's been such a comfort to me in some of the roughest moments of my life. I am still alive because of TAG and the knock on effects it's had in my life. International Rescue saved my life.

I can't express how much I love this show and all it's qualities and flaws, every little dent, every little hair, every quote and line, every musical note and tone, every reference. From Ring Of Fire to Long Reach, this whole show is built on pure love. 🩵💚❤️💛🧡

Even when he was on the island, his head was up there on his ‘bird. For everyone knew there was nothing John Tracy loved more than his stars.

“It’s not fair though.” Alan cries; not caring that he sounds like a petulant child because, for once, he kind of wants to be ten years old again and perched in his brothers lap. He wants to cuddle up to John, looking up at the cosmos above them and having his big brother reel off the names of each and every constellation. It doesn’t matter that Alan has had them committed them to heart for years; ever since their first trips together, when he’d been too tiny to even hold the telescope properly and he’d smudged sticky fingers on John’s lenses and John had dealt with him with patient, warm exasperation rather than cold clinical professionalism.

But John is closer to the universe now than he is to Alan, and the distance between Thunderbird Five and their Mother’s star, nestled amongst the Tracy Quasar, light-years away, seems impossibly smaller than the distance between John’s Space Station and little old Earth does.

“You shouldn’t have to stay away all the time…” The youngest Tracy whines, his voice breaking because this is his big brother and where are the NASA trips and the star gazing nights and the warm hands on his shoulders anymore? He can’t remember how John’s arms feel when he hugs him or the solidity of his chest and Alan is uncertain what colours things like his brother’s eyes even are, when they’re not distorted by a hologram. Are they the same soft blue as his own, or did John’s verge more towards pool water cerulean? Or perhaps the ocean? Alan finds he simply can’t remember.

“Sometimes…” He chokes, “Sometimes you don’t even feel real anymore, Johnny…”

And when the comm flashes, Scott calling in, John, in a most un-John like way, actually ignores it. Because right now little Allie is finally sleeping; all quiet and exhausted and curled close and the world can wait until John has at least finished this chapter, if it means his baby brother can go undisturbed for just that little bit longer.

Let Scott walk down here himself if he wants to talk.

It had taken John a full twenty minutes of wriggling and awkward shifting and tentatively curling fingers to successfully manoover his limbs into this almost comfortable half-hug-thing that they’ve got going on, and for the downed astronaut to relax enough that Alan had actually managed to fall asleep against him. Not that that says much, as Alan can sleep pretty much anywhere and the kid had been completely shattered after that last rescue… but John is a little proud of the way he’s managed to stop that trembling his shoulders usually do, and of how he’s distracted himself with his book so that he’s not focused on the ongoing merciless invasion of his personal space. Nope, John’s not moving for anything right now. It’s the first time in years he’s been this close to anyone for this long and Alan is sleeping and John is not going to wake him, not now. Virgil had even tucked a blanket over them both and John is warm and… well… not quite comfortable but it’s a certain, wonderful kind of close to.

And it’s so, so special because, usually, John gets all elbows and nervous twitches and uncertain limbs when it comes to things like hugs. It’s been like that ever since Mom died. Hugs, little touches, gentle fingers through hair; they were just what Mom had done, and her John, her little starman, flinches at physical contact because even now he just remembers the empty void where his mother should have been and he hates it, he hates that his own body shudders away from even his brothers without his consent and that he can’t remember how to hug properly anymore.

And dammed, John thinks fiercely as he makes his arm pull Alan a little closer, dammed if he’s not going to fight it. Dammed if moments like this aren’t precious to him. Dammed if he can’t actually get enough control over his own limbs to actually be able to show his little brother that he loves him.

So I first got an anon asking ‘If you made EOS into a person, what would she look like?’ back in 2015…

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so it’s TOS canon that Jeff has photos of all of his sons in his wallet… but, I thought, why not his sons when they were young? Featuring: tiny space baby Alan, ultimate beach dork Gordo, bike-fixing mini engineer Virgil, massive nerd Jawn, and a plane-brain Scott from their childhood in Kansas. (layout also inspired by this - i was gonna have flicky pages and animate them but NOPE this took long enough as it was hehe) also I recommend hitting up the DA and using the zoom function bc them freckles tho //wiggles eyebrows//

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It’s been some kind of really long difficult rescue and the only food waiting for him at home has probably been cooked by Grandma so I can’t really blame him for this but… Scott you probably shouldn’t eat pie while trying to fly…

I can’t remember who it was who asked me to do a screencap re-draw of Gordon and Penny after squidkid gets smushed but you’re welcome and I hope you reget your life desisions <3333

It’s a lovely day on Tracy Island… and you’re a horrible goose.

So I’m in isolation and the one good thing about it is that I’ve been working on a re-draw of this John from 2015 that I’ve been meaning to have another go at for years! I remember never being quite happy with the original so this was a lot of fun <333

It’s August 15th on Tracy Island, and here’s the Birthday Boy <333333

“Don’t you ever get lonely up there John?”

“Lonely? With so much going on around me?”

“But it’s not really around you it’s… it’s more below you…”

“Well, it feels like the right distance to me…”

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