Selene Tempest

Witch Extraordinaire, Professional Tracy Wrangler, Married to an Idiot and wondering how I got here. Ask me anything. OC RP Blog. Send me a picture or tag me in one and I'll do a little off the cuff RP/drabble for it. Thunderbirds Are Go fanfic.

[selene-tempest]

Is Scott or Virgil seeing anyone?

"Oh! Wow! Okay , personal question without even getting to know me first," Selene laughed as she read the question out loud.

Leaning back in her chair, she looks over her shoulder around the lounge, checking to see which boys are lurking around, because there is always at least one somewhere in hearing distance.

She spots her hubby up on the second floor but he wasn't a danger to her, no, it was Gordon, laying on the couch with his headphones on. Sure, he looked like he was vibin' to some tunes, but he'd been known to fake that for gossip gathering purposes.

Best to stick to somewhere in the middle.

"Are Scott or Virgil seeing anyone?" she repeats, reading the question again, her fingers hovering over the button to dictate her answer.

"No," Gordon answered before she could even think of what to say. "Who'd want them when I'm here looking this buff?" He gestured down to his body with a sweeping hand. "Admit it, I'm the best."

"She's married to me," John pointed out, not looking up from his book.

"That's her problem, she should have chosen better."

Selene rolled her eyes. "Will you both be quiet? I'm answering fan mail here and if people write in to us they deserve a real answer. Besides, I'm doing you a favour, if I didn't answer they would stay ignored for months... Do you guys even know how to log in?"

John raised a hand. "I do, but I don't do it very often."

Gordon winced. "I did, but I keep forgetting my log in."

"Hence why I'm doing it for you! Now shhhh."

Gordon mimed zipping his lips and John held up his book in silent promise. Good. They might be quiet for all of two seconds.

She pressed her thumb on the microphone button. "Virgil is a secretive boy, but also very tired."

"That's true," Virgil said, choosing that second to wander into the lounge from the kitchen, a big mug of coffee in his hand.

Selene eeeped and lifted her thumb to cut the record. Virgil's eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"What were you doing? And why were you talking about me?"

Selene, recovering quickly, snagged his hand as he walked past and dragged him down next to her. "I'm answering questions on your love life."

"My love life?" Virgil groaned. "Why?"

"Because the world demands answers!" Selene held her phone up under his chin and pressed the button like she was interviewing him. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"This is so embarrassing," Virgil complained, batting her phone away from his chin. "Let me drink my coffee in peace!"

"How long have you known her?" John asked from his spot of safety. "And how many times has she let us do anything in peace?"

Virgil snorted out a laugh at the same time as Gordon.

"Hey!" Selene protested. "I'll have you know I'm a freaking delight! One you were stupid enough to marry, Mr!"

Virgil sighed, knowing it was useless to keep putting it off. "No I'm not seeing anyone but the coffee pot and my bed, and I don't get to spend as much time with them as I would like."

"What about Scott?"

"That would be weird," Virgil joked, sipping at his black as tar coffee.

"Why do I even bother with you idiots?"

With perfect synchronization, all three shrugged.

"I'm gonna go find Scott," Selene decided, using Virgil's knee to lever herself up off the couch.

Finding Scott was a little misleading, since all she did was stick her head out into the stairway beyond the lounge and yell.

"Scott!"

"What?" he yelled back from somewhere near the kitchen.

"Are you seeing anyone?"

"Is this a trick question? Is there another ghost?"

Gordon sniggered behind her but she ignored him, answering Scott as she jogged down the stairs, "No, no ghosts. I mean like are you dating anyone?"

Laughter was her answer, laughter which started when she was three steps down and continued until she was perched on a kitchen stool with a can of coke. "Are you done?"

"Sorry," Scott said, wiping his eyes. "I needed that."

"All I asked was if you were dating anyone."

"You've seen our schedule, why even ask?" he pointed out, offering her half a slice of the toast on his plate.

"Because I'm answering fan questions again." She bit down on a corner of buttery bready goodness.

"Well, my answer is still the same. Maybe when I have time to sleep I'll have time to date."

"That's what Virg said."

Scott blinked down at his plate. "That's sad."

"Yep," Selene agreed, patting his hand. "But hey, at least you know there are fans out there that would snap you up in a heartbeat."

"True, but Dad would call that a security risk."

"It's your fault for being so good looking that everyone wants you."

Scott grinned as he stole her coke can and took a swig that must have consumed half its contents. "We all have our faults."

"Modesty is not one of them. I'll be diplomatic." She touched her thumb to the microphone button to reply to the question. "Not currently, they prefer to concentrate their efforts on saving people. Maybe, when the world isn't full of idiots that get themselves into trouble on a daily basis, they'll be able to take a break and get off the island."

[selene-tempest]

Spending the day with my love to celebrate his birthday. Cake, cuddles and peace. What more could a selfless rescuer need?

Picture from our wedding day for attention and because he's gorgeous.

Love you space man! Happy Birthday x

[cg29]

This is definitely @selene-tempest and @i-t-guy-in-the-sky

💖💖💖💖

[selene-tempest]

I am unable to deny this....

[selene-tempest]

Legit why I steal John's clothes....

[selene-tempest]

"Oh my god, wow! You married a Tracy? It must be so exciting to live with International Rescue!"

Yeah, I just spent 22 minutes teaching Gordon how to fold a fitted sheet....

[selene-tempest]

It's the start of the "ber" months, and before my soup goblin can come out the other one starts to beg to be free. And that is the porridge monster.

I've spent a few days on the other side of the pond catching up on apartment stuff, like pruning the plants on the roof and cleaning, and because of that I've felt the start of the season change. And it's glorious!

For someone who hates the summer you can imagine what living on a tropical island does to me, but we chalk it up to "the things you do for love" and move on.

Anyway, I came home last night and this morning I got up and made a pot of my infamous choco porridge.

Can you guess how many bowls I had to dish out and NOT eat myself before I got to keep my breakfast?

Answers on a postcard!

[selene-tempest]

I'm donkey...

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

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #1219

"Let's be honest, it was kind of romantic, right?"

"We almost died."

"In a romantic kind of way."

[selene-tempest]

Us every date night...

[foxes-in-love]

[selene-tempest]

@i-t-guy-in-the-sky John, it's officially a -ber month! We're in the ber's it's almost 'ween season!

*bounces up and down* Leaf! leaf! Leaf!

I can feel my soup goblin mode activating. Bring me blankets, hot chocolate, fresh crusty bread and soup!

[selene-tempest]

More reasons why Brains didn't make MAX bipedal...

[willow-salix]

OK, so I stumbled across this list on Pinterest and read through it and my first thought was "Dang, no wonder people think Selene is going to cheat with Scott" but then I slapped myself down for even thinking that.

No! That is societies ideals rearing up in me and the thing that I want so much to avoid in my writing. These are the things I fight against. Who says you can only be non-sexually intimate with a sexual partner? Sure its cute to see a couple sharing non-sexual intimacy, but why should intimacy and the comfort of touch be limited to partners?

We need more of this in the world! We need more comfort cuddles and wordless affection without the misconceptions of what is deemed "couple only".

My girl has been "intimate" with every brother in one way or another, so I crossed off the things I've written and you know what, I'm proud of her for doing it and them for being adult enough.

Yes, she's closer to Scott than the others, but that doesn't mean she loves them any less.

Break the rules! Don't conform! Claim back intimacy between friends, family and people you care about.

Write it in your fics! Show it in your drawings, let's make it normal again.

[willow-salix]

In the quiet of evening I start to drift away,

Imagining a place where you'll be starting off your day,

I fight the distance with a picture in my head,

But I don't know when I'll see you,

I guess I'll have to dream instead,

You're so far away,

If I could I'd be with you,

Even if for just one day.

'Cause if I close my eyes and dream on,

I can fool myself with sound and vision,

Like a satellite reaching out through the night,

I could almost be touching you.

And when we're talking long distance on the phone,

You know it makes me feel like I'm not so alone,

The situation never causes me pain,

The comminucation that we have is on another plane,

All the waiting makes me stronger,

And the time between us flies

Whenever I close my eyes and dream on,

I can fool myself with sound and vision,

Like a satellite reaching out through the night,

I could almost be touching you.

Song: Like a Satellite by Thunder

[zero-xlent]

Jeff! Quick question, am I allowed to smack Scott for eating the batter out of my mixing bowl with his grubby fingers?

Because John said it's just going to cause more problems because then Scott will whine about it and call me mean and then I'll call him a big annoying baby, and then he'll run to you or get Grandma or Virgil involved and...

*trails off* Yeah maybe, hubby is right, it really is too much trouble.

Dad, can you be the best father -in- law and ground your oldest so I can actually make these damned cupcakes sometimes before next week?

Thankies. love ya! bye!

*throws her comm down on the counter* Too many bloody Tracys in this house with bottomless pit stomachs.

Ah, hello dear,

I may be a little rusty on ‘em but Tracy house rules state if one’s hands are properly cleaned, a quick swipe with the finger is fair game. Any second attempts can be met with swatting and third a smack of the hand. Verbal warning is adequate and should be respected, hence why failure to do so permits the use of a more physical response.

If the hand is not washed between attempt one and two then response can advance to stage three. Same applies if the hand is not sufficiently clean prior to attempt one, proceed to stage three.

Only the hand and wrist region is permitted to be smacked, anywhere else is prohibited and aiming in such place revokes the defender’s immunity. Smacks are also to be light and not actually cause lasting harm.

If there is any reason of high importance as to why no one should be allowed near (such as concern over allergen contamination), all family are to adhere to this notice and not approach without direct consent of the baker.

The actions Scott has taken as per your description are not adequate to warrant grounding, henceforth such a decision will not be taken at this time.

These are the rules put in place by my own parents, respected for three generations now.

[selene-tempest]

Soooo what I'm hearing is the fact that said fingers were indeed grubby, since he still had his uniform on, he's been warned several times not to eat raw batter and yet he still does it, so smacking him will actually be saving him, which is the Tracy way, because otherwise salmonella can occur.

Got it! Smacks will commence.

I will also commence with trying to figure out why this message gets sent from the biographers blog and not my own.

Also, what flavour buttercream do you want? Since Scott no longer gets a vote.

[zero-xlent]

Only smack the hand and do so lightly:

Only the hand and wrist region is permitted to be smacked, anywhere else is prohibited and aiming in such place revokes the defender’s immunity. Smacks are also to be light and not actually cause lasting harm.

If Scott doesn’t listen to warnings that’s on him, but diverting from protocol will have you in hot water too, young lady.

[selene-tempest]

That's okay, I'm being good , hand swipes only.

I'd be crazy to do anything else , especially as Grandma is watching.

[zero-xlent]

Jeff! Quick question, am I allowed to smack Scott for eating the batter out of my mixing bowl with his grubby fingers?

Because John said it's just going to cause more problems because then Scott will whine about it and call me mean and then I'll call him a big annoying baby, and then he'll run to you or get Grandma or Virgil involved and...

*trails off* Yeah maybe, hubby is right, it really is too much trouble.

Dad, can you be the best father -in- law and ground your oldest so I can actually make these damned cupcakes sometimes before next week?

Thankies. love ya! bye!

*throws her comm down on the counter* Too many bloody Tracys in this house with bottomless pit stomachs.

Ah, hello dear,

I may be a little rusty on ‘em but Tracy house rules state if one’s hands are properly cleaned, a quick swipe with the finger is fair game. Any second attempts can be met with swatting and third a smack of the hand. Verbal warning is adequate and should be respected, hence why failure to do so permits the use of a more physical response.

If the hand is not washed between attempt one and two then response can advance to stage three. Same applies if the hand is not sufficiently clean prior to attempt one, proceed to stage three.

Only the hand and wrist region is permitted to be smacked, anywhere else is prohibited and aiming in such place revokes the defender’s immunity. Smacks are also to be light and not actually cause lasting harm.

If there is any reason of high importance as to why no one should be allowed near (such as concern over allergen contamination), all family are to adhere to this notice and not approach without direct consent of the baker.

The actions Scott has taken as per your description are not adequate to warrant grounding, henceforth such a decision will not be taken at this time.

These are the rules put in place by my own parents, respected for three generations now.

[selene-tempest]

Soooo what I'm hearing is the fact that said fingers were indeed grubby, since he still had his uniform on, he's been warned several times not to eat raw batter and yet he still does it, so smacking him will actually be saving him, which is the Tracy way, because otherwise salmonella can occur.

Got it! Smacks will commence.

I will also commence with trying to figure out why this message gets sent from the biographers blog and not my own.

Also, what flavour buttercream do you want? Since Scott no longer gets a vote.

[creativepromptsforwriting]

weird yet cute marriage proposals

"You're my biggest pain in the ass. Would you please annoy me for the rest of our lives?"

"I'm tired of pretending I don't want to share my food with you forever. Marry me?"

"I promise to always kill the spiders if you promise to always make my doctor's appointments. Deal?"

"We're both weirdos. Why not make it official and be weird together forever?"

"Okay, totally weird idea. How about marriage?"

"Will you be my emergency contact, life partner, and snack sharer for life?"

"Can I keep you forever, like you're keeping my favorite hoodie that you'll never give back to me?"

"We could annoy so many people in our lives by marrying each other. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"What would you rather, you marrying me or me marrying you?"

"I want to annoy you until we're old and gray. Say yes?"

"We're both a little weird and we have a bad track record when it comes to relationships. Maybe we're doing every potential partner a favour by taking us off the market."

"Would you marry me? Totally platonically, if you want. Or romantically. If that's what you're into."

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[selene-tempest]

This is how I would have proposed to @i-t-guy-in-the-sky ! Because all of them apply!

[foxes-in-love]

[alexthefly]

A Long Way Home

I done wrote a thing!! Thankyou @flashfictionfridayofficial for giving me a kick up the backside with this one. It's a bit introspective and possibly nonsense, but it's ideas I've had for a long time - I'm hoping that this might finally prove to be the start of me actually finishing Lone Star, but we'll see I guess... (I've made promises like that before. 😅)

Anyway, no particular warnings, just a lot of ponderous existential blah.

Or read it on AO3

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go

Rating: Universal

Warnings: none

Words: 945

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John gazed down at the planet below him, and blue seas and brown-green lands looked back at him. The slowly-revolving view was vast, taking up the entire fused quartz window, and yet with landscapes, vistas, mountains and lakes rendered almost indistinguishable by the sheer scale of it; the Earth writ large and incalculably small all at once.

Planet Earth. 

Home.

To him that was a uniquely complicated word.

He took a sip of cocoa from his leak-proof mug. The world turned.

Of course, it never used to be that difficult a concept. Way back in the beginning home was actually very simple: wheat fields, a dirt track, a farmhouse painted blue. Roses in the yard, cookies warm from the oven, an apron-wrapped hug. Laughter, joy, love.

But that sense of home had disappeared far too quickly.

Home was somewhere else now. Right now his family were all safely back on Tracy Island, tucked up in their beds, rescues complete and flight hours exhausted for the next… - he checked his watch - ten hours at least. By that time the sun would be high in the sky over the villa, and the petrels would be chitting and charping up there with it. But for now there were only snores and the sound of breaking waves drifting softly in through the windows: the island’s own heartbeat.

By rights John should be asleep now too - he’d been up just as long as they had - but he couldn’t feel less like sleeping at the moment.

He took another sip of his cocoa, ignoring the small knot that grew in his chest every time he looked out of the window. 

Instead he began idly calculating the exact distance between him and Tracy Island right now, incorporating the gap between Thunderbird Five and Earth of course, but also estimated distances from his current position above the Kaloo Desert back round to the South Pacific, reckoned both circumferentially and directly through the planet itself… Was that cheating? If a direct path wasn’t actually travelable, did it still count?

He frowned. Like so many things, how far he was from home was very much a matter of perspective. Miles and kilometers obviously, but also time. After all, the journey from Thunderbird Five to planetside took only twenty minutes by space elevator; fifteen at a push. Factor in the time it took to reposition Five and by that measure he really wasn't very far away at all.

The knot in his chest twisted.

It was never just a matter of measurement.

The fact was that despite the communications links, the regular care packages, the day-to-day check-ins and obviously the rescues, up here he was still a world away from everything down there. In every practical way he existed in an entirely different realm to the rest of his family, and the rest of humanity pretty much. He breathed a different atmosphere, he experienced a different gravity, night and day were rendered practically alien concepts to him. It wasn’t just a different landscape up here - there was no landscape!

When he’d first moved to Five he’d missed movement more than anything else. There was no cool morning breeze in space, nor the swish of leafy trees. There were no plants, no animals, no other living being of any description that wasn’t either computer-based or tin can-enclosed. Everything here was metal and glass; cold and sterile and still.

But even that didn’t fully describe it.

He sighed and set his half-drunk cocoa on the side table and sat back on his bunk, eyes closed.

The feeling of detachment was far more profound than the things he missed or the sensations that space lacked. It was more than just the distances. It wasn’t quantifiable. Wasn’t explainable. It was barely comprehensible. And it was all-encompassing.

Everything he was, everything that identified him as a person, as a human, was down there. His family, his history… Every concept of personhood, every aspect that had made him who he was and everyone whose existence in turn determined the shape of his own was now separate from him. The whole world - the whole of civilization past, present and future - could implode tomorrow into a single speck, and he would still remain, a final monument to the existence of the human race, floating around in his man-made cocoon until the end of time. Just him, alone, endlessly floating until the last star blinked out.

It was a lonely thought.

And yet…

He sat there for what seemed like an age, listening to the whirs and creaks and hums of Thunderbird Five, as familiar to him now as any home he’d ever known planetside. He knew every nut, every bolt, every corner and every cranny. He’d memorised the layout the same day Dad had first showed him the initial plans. He’d even personally had a hand in designing some of the systems. This was the sanctuary his father had custom-built just for him: his dreams made real in cahelium and silica.

He thought of Tracy Island once more, and all his family: seven people in one house, clattering and talking and bumping and tripping over each other, teasing each other, borrowing each other’s stuff, stubbed toes, hurt feelings, arguments, jokes, noise…

He loved his family. Of course he did. And he believed they loved him too.

And yet…

Home is somewhere you’re comfortable, right? Somewhere you belonged. Somewhere you wanted to be. 

His chest ached.

What did he want? Where did he belong?

The world kept turning. His mind drifted.

One foot in one world and one in another, he thought just as sleep finally pulled on him, dragging him under.

…Always half a stranger.

[selene-tempest]

*sobs hard* Nooooo! Was this what life was like before I latched onto him? *Collapses in a heap*

[alexthefly]

No no no please don't cry - he'll have my financials for breakfast if he thinks I've upset you! 😱🙏

[selene-tempest]

*Sniffles* it's okay, I'll save him