Sometimes I even have to order for him if the restaurant is really busy and the wait staff keep staring at him.

Gordon: Hey John, why do quiet laidback men like you usually go for loud fiery women?

Selene from the other room: BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS TO TELL THE WAITER THAT HE’D ORDERED MASHED POTATOES AND IT’S NOT GOING TO BE HIM!

John: *fiercely nods in agreement*

@selene-tempest

It's not often that my darling husband is at a loss for words, mostly because I believe he started teething on a dictionary when he was wee, but occasionally, very very rarely, it does happen.

And that moment is always my chance to shine.

Today's word of the day is.... Pisstified

You're welcome @i-t-guy-in-the-sky

I'll let you figure out where he is directing that word today.

I dream of being this elegant, the desire to wield a fan and don a pair of gloves is almost overwhelming. And to dance in the arms of such a handsome sir, why I do declare I may be getting a touch of the vapours....

Mr John Tracy refrained from rolling his eyes. Once again his brothers had urged him to join them at the assemblies and despite all his arguments against, including the necessity of remaining in Marlborough Square as companion to his youngest brother, the Captain, Mr Virgil and Mr Gordon had somehow transported him to the carriage and the frankly overcrowded rooms.

As was usual, the rooms were filled with ambitious mothers, anxious daughters and gentlemen navigating a dangerous and delicate path between both. For this, he thought, his books and research were left unattended at home? At least he was not bound to remain at his brothers' sides and so he began to weave his way through the ballroom towards the refreshment rooms where a cool glass of lemonade might be had.

He glanced at a small group standing near the dance floor, his eye instantly caught by a young lady with eyes as bright and vibrant a hue of blue as his eldest brother. Her dark hair, so dark a brown as to be almost black, was piled high on her head, curls delightfully framing her face. She wore an elegant and fitted gown of pale purple silk, the latest in Paris fashion, and long white gloves, an ivory fan held in her hand. He knew how well the cut of his own coat fitted him, the fabric the colour of the night sky, and that the knee breeches and stockings showed his form to full advantage.

If he was surprised to notice her, her surprise at noticing him was no less and the pair blinked at each other for what felt like an eternity. Not pausing to bow, Mr John returned to where his brothers and Lady Hannah were standing, profiting from a moment where the Captain and Mr Virgil's attentions were elsewhere to ask Lady Hannah quietly who the group might be, certain that her encyclopedic knowledge of the Ton would include the strangers.

"Who?" she asked, looking to where he was discreetly pointing.

"Let me think, ah yes. Miss Shore, Lieutenant George Sheridan, Captain Troy Tempest, both naval officers from America I believe and who most likely will be returning to New York at the end of the season, and their English cousins Mr Adam Tempest and Miss Selene Tempest. Son and daughter of Sir Rufus and Lady Celia Tempest. They have an estate in --shire."

Looking at Mr John in some amusement, Lady Hannah smiled. "Are you feeling suddenly inclined to dance this evening, Mr John?"

"Uh, well, uh. Perhaps. I'm not sure I know all the steps, but-"

"But with the right partner, Mr John, an incomplete knowledge of the steps is immaterial. Shall we walk?"

She took his arm and moved down the room, inexorably leading him onwards until she suddenly stopped with a quiet cry of delight.

"Miss Tempest! Miss Shore! I had not thought to see you here, how delightful. Captain Tempest? Mr Tempest? May I have the honour of presenting Mr John Tracy?"

At that moment, the orchestra struck up for the next dance. Lieutenant Sheridan invited Miss Shore to dance, Captain Tempest smiling benevolently at them. Moving to where Mr Tempest stood by his sister, lowering her voice, Lady Hannah spoke.

"I do apologise, Mr Tempest, for my audacious request, but Miss Tempest, would you by any chance have this next dance for Mr John?"

Mr John blushed at Lady Hannah's forthright request, Miss Tempest gave an elegant curtsy and allowed herself to be led into the dance and with a nod of thanks, her ladyship returned to her own party where Captain Tracy and Mr Virgil were standing, quite amazed at the sight of their younger brother, apparently entranced, following the dance surefootedly and without the slightest mistake.

"How did you manage that?" asked the Captain.

"The magic of a ballroom combined with the beauty of a young lady, Captain."

@selene-tempest @willow-salix

I endorse this AU! (And can't wait to read it)

More RegencyAU Thunderbirds

following on from here

ok, so no exciting rescue, but a bit more Austen inspired AU with Kayo getting more time in the limelight.  This is pure self indulgence, so feel free to keep on scrolling, but here it comes all the same.

Once she heard the noise that signalled the departure of her adoptive siblings Kayo felt it was safe to descend to the lower levels of the house. She was still feeling a little self conscious in her new gowns. Not that she had ever been shabby previously, only the country estate did not require quite such an ornate wardrobe on a daily basis. Scott had been adamant that if she was going to town for the season then she would be doing it properly. Not quite knowing what that entailed he had promptly passed the responsibility across to his grandmother along with a healthy sum to finance it. The fine imported fabrics felt too delicate when she had spent the winter in warm woollen cloth, always the finest quality, but better suited to riding and archery in the grounds. Sitting still for civil tête-à-tête was more of a chore to get to, but she was excited to be in amongst the bustle of the city and the promise of excitement to come. Her slippers slid off her heels as she trotted down the last step and she was forced to pause and readjust her footwear, she reminded herself that “less haste” was probably going to be Grandma Tracys most used phrase during the season. Having rearranged her attire, Kayo quietly entered the drawing room. Mrs Tracy was standing at the window, having watched her grandsons depart, whether that was with regret or relief was difficult to tell from behind, but Kayo had her suspicions. 

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Dude, maybe you have your blog open to everyone, but I'm selective. You forget that your brother is my internet security guy.

Anyway, as it so happens I do know some hot friends, one is actually a dragon!

Scott asked if I had a hot friend I could introduce him to.

I gave him a cup of coffee, best damn friend I've got on this island.

Scott asked if I had a hot friend I could introduce him to.

I gave him a cup of coffee, best damn friend I've got on this island.

Me, reading aloud: Did you know that, apparently, every word that ends with "ie" automatically sounds adorable?

Virgil: Really? Cutie.

Alan: Cookie

Gordon: Bogie

Me: Ewww

Scott: Die.

Me, pointing the finger of doom at him: You! Nap time!

Oh gods, who let Fischler in? John! Why is he here and encouraging Scott to be an idiot?

I feel that you all need to know that Scott Tracy is a basic bitch who has an iced coffee dispenser in his Thunderbird and that is one of the many reasons that I love him.

(John Theydon book "Lost World" actual canon, you're welcome)

@scott-flyboy-tracy

Me: Virgil!

Me: Virg!

Me: Virgy!

Me: VIIIIIRRRRRRGGGGGGGIIIIILLLLL!

Virgil, running in: What's wrong? Are you okay? What do you need?

Me, lifts my arms and makes grabby hands: Uppies!

Virgil, looks at Scott: She forgot she'd already taken some, didn't she?

Me, pouting: I SAID UPPIES!

VIrgil, long suffering sigh as he scoops me up: Okay, up you come.

Me: Weeeeeeeeeee

A story of me, high off my nut on pain meds after my accident, as related to me today by @gordonthesquid and @scott-flyboy-tracy , and of which I have zero recollection.

Enjoy.

Oooh yes! That's part of the extended range, but only registered users on the fansite can access those pages. You know, for ages verification purposes.

They are pretty standard really. If you want longer go for the TB3 model, if you want something with a bit of girth as well as attachments then TB2 is your go-to. Want a little pocket pal, then pick up TB4, it's small but powerful and fits in your hand. If you want a good all rounder, you know packs a punch and gets the job done fast, TB1 design.

But the ELITE, the cream of the crop and the one I'm obviously most proud of, is the TB5 model. It's got everything, to quote the little mermaid "it's got gadgets and gizmos aplenty". It's also a smart one, registers body language and things *waggles eyebrows* to adjust to exactly what you might need. Also comes with a phone app.

Anyway, I might have been a key consultant on them and I think they're awesome.

"Hey! What's this?" Alan asked, dragging a box from the back of the cupboard.

"Oh, is that all the merch?" Virgil asked, walking over to look.

"Merch?" Alan asked.

"Yeah," laughed Scott, "When International Rescue was starting out this guy came to visit with a bunch of possible tie-ins, like t-shirts and mugs with our logo on, action figures, die cast metal toys of our 'Birds, I mean who'd buy that kind of stuff!"

"Just a whole bunch of kids toys then?" Alan commented.

"Yep." replied Scott, not looking over from his seat at the desk.

"Does this count as a toy? I mean, it says batteries not included."

"Does what- No! Nonono, that, uh, that is not a kids toy. Um, Virgil, could you, uh, find somewhere safe and out of the way for that and any other similar bits and bobs in that box?"

"Sure thing, Allie, could I juuuuuust have that back? Thanks."

Scott and Virgil caught each others eyes and smirked.

I made a valid point, I love him but I love sleep too.

Selene: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

John: I wake up at 04:30 AM.

Selene: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

@selene-tempest

Scott : I need to get my phone but I can't get up... Motivate me.

Selene : You'll never accomplish anything in your life, you are weak.

Scott : Yup *flops back down and steals half her sandwich*

Selene :no, wait, that's not what I meant... Meh, forget it.

Jeff: You do know you've been there for four hours, doing absolutely nothing. It's astounding.

Selene: Time is fleeting

Scott : Madness takes its toll.

*They share a lazy high five. Jeff gets a headache*

I love my husband

I love my husband

I love my husband

Sorry, sometimes I just have to remind myself so I don't smack him.

@i-t-guy-in-the-sky

shitty witch tip #78

Leave a trail of glitter everywhere you go to prove how magical you are. If unicorns can do it, so can you.

Selene Tempest, here for you with the spell advice.

Legit how I find @scott-flyboy-tracy every time

Virgil: Selene, I can't find Scott! *looks all around* Where is he? SCOTT! SCOTT! WHERE ARE YOU?

Selene: *cups her hands around her mouth and yells loudly * SCOTT TRACY SUCKS!

Scott: *nothing , vanished, nada*

Virgil : He has to be here somewhere! Try again.

Selene : *shrugs* Fine, but you asked for it. ALAN TRACY SUCKS DONKEY NUTS!

Scott: *smashes his way through the crowd, punching innocent bystanders and shoving little old ladies * FUCK YOU SAY ABOUT MY LIL DEMON BROTHER? I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!

Virgil: *looks horrified*

Selene : *doesn't even glance up from her phone. * Found him.

I don't even need to answer this, do I? We all know the answer...

Selene: *spins around again, lying sideways across the seat, one leg over the arm, the other dangling down to the floor to push herself around* John. John. Jooohhhhnnnnn.

John: *grits his teeth against the sound of the chair, squeak, squeak, squeak* Yes?

Selene : I'm bored *spins again even faster, her hair whipping around as she spins* Give me attention.

John: I'll only be a few more minutes, is there nothing you can find to do? *squeaksqueaksqueaksqueaksqueak*

Selene : You.

John: *prays for patience and strength, he can't afford to get distracted no matter how tempting an offer.* That wasn't what I meant.

Selene : *slows to a stop* Baby, honey, love of my life...

John: *glances over*

Selene: *grins goofily at him, upside down, her head hanging over the arm of the chair* Love you!

John: *can't help but laugh*

Selene : *starts to spin again* Pay. Attention. To. Me.