Here are some photos of an interior of an air transport plane, a pilot trainer (the blue mock up) an RAF plane (the wings are folded up) and a jeep.
While some of them I know have museum artifacts in it, quite a few of them I took where you could have fictional characters interact with them, such as “Hogan’s Heroes” or any of the 1960s military shows, and possibly Thunderbirds.
I have seen the interiors of many historical planes, and have ridden into trainer planes with someone who is well-versed in flying historical planes, to say that the interior of this one is consistent with what I’ve seen of a T9 and B-17 bomber.
I joke about the trainer that’s on the USS Lexington - same color - because it has a mannequin in it that looks a lot like Scott Tracy, then in the captains quarters on the bridge, there is a mannequin that looks like the John Tracy from the original version of the series.
(And yes… there’s a clearly NON-WWII plane in the viewing window of the pilot photo, but why that plane is there is another story for another day. Regardless, I figured if anyone used the photos, they would cover up the windows and put in other scenes.)
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As I mentioned, please feel free to use these photos in your art. That is exactly why I took them.
The only thing I ask is that the photo is mentioned as being taken by me (MelMac78 or Mac) and it’s linked or blogged where I can see it just to see how one’s inspiration inspires others.
And if not: I hope you enjoy seeing the interior of some of these planes… and a bit more of Texas history.
Oooh look what I found in my digital sketchbook 😁 (AKA My ProCreate gallery) I did a drawing of each of the boys’ bedrooms from my normal au, I don't think I have posted them here yet, so here they are! XD
Also a house map for anyone that want to know where the rooms are located XD
I hope you guys find these drawings interesting, I definitely had fun drawing them. Drawing the rooms made them seem more real, and it's fun to imagine the boys spending time in those rooms XD
I has been gone for quite the while, haven’t I? XD I shan’t bore you with the details but all is well with me, just the standard end of school business sprinkled with pandemic wierdness, but all in all things have been good.
Haven’t been writing much but I finished a thing just now and thought “what the heck, why not share?” Fair warning, it is written in the second-person, couldn’t decide if it wanted to be a poem or a short story, and google spell-check is, as of now, it’s only editing, so do with that what you will XD
You choose to save but sometimes you need the saving.
Sometimes you get a call when you’re dead on your feet or dead in the sky or dead to the world.
It’s lightning in your limbs or hammering in your heart and it kickstarts every part of you.
And if you’re on your feet you make them move, because if someone calls to you you go, because there is a life that needs to be saved and you are one of the people who knows how to do that. You tear down walls and ride roaring thunder and you are one of the ones who save things.
And if you’re in the air and you are falling, you keep one hand on the yoke and one hand overhead, flipping the switches and pulling the levers and trying to fly. Because there is one brother in your passenger seat and another shouting grim silence in your ear, and your bird hasn’t failed you yet. So you redirect the lightning until the engines shout the thunder she is named for, until you reverse your fall and your brothers shout a celebration because you are one of the ones who save things.
And if you are asleep in bed but not resting, if you are twisted in your bed sheets while nightmares tangle in mind, know that you are not the only one who saves things.
That brothers will peek their heads in through the door, and you can tell them you’re okay but they will know when you are not. And they will sit beside in peaceful silence, or fill the space with whispers of nothing and everything and love.
And there are tear streaks on your face but there is a shoulder for you to lean on while you cry. And there is laughter waiting for you when you’re done.
Because a savior is not always a savior, sometimes he is the one who calls.
So I’ve decided that there’s not enough content for the OG Thunderbirds series on this site and I love that show with a passion... so here’s a generic board made at midnight when I’m sick.
Okay seeing as I’m really not in the right head space for writing, I decided to share some of my older fics instead! XD I hope you guys enjoy!
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The third of many Important deliveries.
“mummy?” Scott asked, walking to her.
“yes, Scotty?” she said, she was sitting on the lounge, taking a break from standing up. her feet were killing her; her feet never hurt this much with Scott or john.
“can I listen to the baby?” Scott asked, snuggling into her side.
Ever since she and Jeff had told the boys that they were going to have another sibling, Scott been hugely interested.
She guesses it’s because he is older this time around and able to understand better then he did when she was pregnant with John, so she wasn’t surprised by the question, plus this is not the first time he asked that.
“sure, come here,” she said. Scott lay his head to her swollen belly, smiling and giggling. She smiled, her son was just too cute, he’s a good brother to john, and she’s sure it be the same for this baby.
“Scotty? Mummy? what you doing?” John asked, climbing on to the couch, which was a hard task for a three-year-old.
Scott answered before she could, “listening to the baby! Johnny you got to hear this!” Scott grinned.
“mummy?” John asked.
“it’s okay sweetly, come here,” she said encouraging John to lay his head on her belly. A look of confusion on John’s face, which changed to a look of concentration, then a small smile and giggle.
The baby kicked, causing John to jump away like a startled cat, startling Scott at the same time.
“Oh!” she said rubbing her belly, she wasn’t expecting that. she looked up at her two sons, John looked shell shock, and Scott just looked confused about what happened. “sweety you’re okay?” she asked John.
“baby?…kick?…mummy?” John said, starting to tear up.
Oh shit, she thought.
“Oh, baby, shh it’s alright,” she said pulling John into her arms. “the baby was just trying to say hello."
"Yeah, Johnny, didn’t you know that’s how babies say hello?” Scott said, wrapping his arms around john too. She didn’t know if Scott was just saying that to cheer John up or if he actually thought that, but he was six so…
“it is?” John asked, looking at Scott.
“Yeah!” Scott said, nodding and grinning.
“mummy?” John asked looking up at her.
“yes, that how babies say hello, why don’t you say hello back, kiddo?” she said.
John looked down at her belly and said in a way only a three-year-old could “hello baby. when born can you say hello instead please?”
a laugh burst out of her, oh how she wish they would stay this way forever.
Here’s the finished artwork! XD It’s turned out really good and I’m very happy with it 😄 It’s exactly how I imagined the future scene, which you will see in a latter chapter of ‘sick days’ 😁
I have wings, so why do I feel so stuck to the ground like never before? (Fic snippet #2)
Okay, @the-lady-razorsharp wanted more of this Thunderbirds/DC superhero au so here it is! :D Another snippet!
Also big thanks to @gumnut-logic for sharing the 400 words a day thing *hugs* I’m really liking it so far, the sheer freedom of knowing that I don’t need to write anymore then 400 words is freeing. I’m really hoping this will help me get out of this mental writers block I’m in *Laughs nervously because don’t want to jinx it lol*
I don’t really know if this is any good but I hope you guys enjoy! XD
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It was busy in the downtown diner, the Tv playing the news in the corner and general chatter from people eating their dinner made it a very loud place. And it so happened that it was his shift, so yes he was very much getting a headache from the sheer noise, he thought grimacing slightly as he wiped a table down.
But it couldn’t be helped, he needed the money this job gave him to live, so he just had to deal with it; it was fine. His wings were hidden under a glamour charm, making it seem like they wasn’t there at all.
But they very much were, he thought tensing up slightly as he barely missed hitting a customer with his invisible wings. It would be so much easier if he could always keep them flat against his back but he used them for balance, so they moved without him even realising it sometimes.
Which was really dangerous for him, he thought with a sigh, carrying a tray full of dirty cups and plates to the kitchen. He was just coming out of the kitchen when he heard it-
‘Tracy’
And all his senses went on hyperdrive, preparing to get him out of there at a moments notice without anyone being the wiser. His eyes scanned the room but he didn’t see any of his brothers, which caused the alarms in his head to quiet down a bit.
It had just been the TV, he thought with a slight sigh of relief as he made his way behind the counter/bar. He hated how scared he was at the mare idea of being spotted by one of his brothers or someone that knew him from before. He hated that one of his first reactions was to run as far away as he could, he hated it!
Even in the mask, and when international rescue and himself are in the same place; trying to do the same thing, save lives, he still feels uneasy being around them. He tries not to talk much or look at them for long in case they recognise him and well, if he looks or spends too much time with them; he knows he would not be able to stop himself from revealing all.
He shook his head, burying those thoughts deep with in his mind. He did not need to go down that rabbet hole, get a hold of yourself Phoenix, he thought as he started to clean a couple of the cocktail glasses at the small sink behind the bar.
But why exactly were the news talking about his fam-
He stilled, his face going pale as he read the headline. ‘Anniversary of youngest Tracy’s disappearance’
Oh...Oh, he swallowed, turning his face down to look at the bubbly water of the sink. It was that day...
‘Ten years ago to this day, Alan Tracy, son of billionaire astronaut Jeff Tracy, disappeared from his school, Wharton Academy, where he shared a dorm with his best friend, Fermat Hackenbacker, late one night. No one knows what exactly happened to the youngest Tracy-’
Except him, he thought with a frown, tuning out the rest of the news report as he tried to keep the memories at bay. He didn’t need to hear anymore.
“You know, it’s weird...” His work colleague, Frank muttered, starring up at the TV with a perplexed look. The news was still talking about his disappearance...
“What is?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, welcoming the distraction from his thoughts and memories.
Frank frowned at him, “The fact that you look almost exactly like that Tracy kid-”
He felt his eyes widen slightly as glanced at the TV where a photo of his past self was still front and centre; he was smiling, eyes bright with a innocent he no longer possessed. There were some differences between him and, well his past self.
For one their hair was slightly different, his hair was more platinum blond, not the dirty brown blond it used to be. The merging of his DNA with an alien’s DNA hadn’t just given him wings, his whole physiology was different. Hence his hair being lighter.
While on the topic, his hair was also more styled, up and out of his eyes then his part self, who had it more messily ruffled. He was sure there was four older brothers that could lay claim to creating that hair style.
But other then the slight hair different, and his face being slightly more defined and less baby fat, their faces looked near identical. Though he knew he was a lot thinner and more toned with subtle muscles than his past self, his body used to fighting and bending in ways that really shouldn’t be possible.
(He wasn’t going to think about the scars, he wasn’t going to think about the scars, he wasn’t going to think about the scars!)
“-you even have the same name..” Frank ended, looking at him suspiciously. He quickly switched gears, and prepared to get himself out of this situation. Good thing he was a good liar, he knew how to act to get people off his tail.
He faked a laugh, grinning at his colleague. “I do? That so Cool!” He grinned with excitement, making his eyes wide and innocent as he continued to work. “I always wanted a celebrity twin!”
“uh...” Frank blinked, visibly confused by his reaction, which was what he wanted. “But, ur isn’t it, I don’t know? Weird that you look exactly the same and share the same name?”
Frank was still giving him that suspicious look but he looked more unsure now.
“What?” He raised a eyebrow, letting a bit of disbelief and confusion show on his face “You don’t think I’m actually Alan Tracy, do you?” He asked with a laugh, letting frank think that he was laughing at the sheer silliness of such a thing.
“Do I look 25 to you?” He laughed, laying his hand against his chest, making a show of raising his eyebrows in disbelief, letting a bit of mild offence colour his voice. “because um, ouch, that hurts..”
He knew he looked young, because physically and to a extent mentally, he was still a teenager of sixteen years. Partly because of his alien DNA and because the league of assassins figured that freezing their weapon in suspended animation while not in use was good idea.
Frank laughed nervously, trying to save himself from embarrassment. “Ha ha, yeah, what was I thinking? You look more like you should be in diapers then anywhere near legal age, kid..”
He gasped dramatically, scrunching his nose up, “well, that’s almost worse!” he pouted as he finished cleaning the glasses.
“ha, yeah...” Frank laughed slightly, a slight flush on his cheeks as he walked away to serve a customer. He felt his wings, which had been tensely held tight against his back, relax.
That had been...unpleasant, normally he didn’t have to deal with stuff like that as people automatically dismissed him on the accent of him being too young, but Frank always been one to jump to conclusions without thinking if it was possible or not, so he really wasn’t surprised.
He hanged his apron up and clocked out, heading out of the busy diner and into the chilly night air; the ‘Tracy Industries’ sign on his family’s building glowing in the distance.
A part of him just wanted to be put out of his misery, he wanted to face them and just get their rejection over with because they didn’t want him, they want a version of him that didn’t exist anymore and he couldn’t give that to them.
But a bigger part of him was just too scared, too terrified to face them, to face the truth. Even though he knew it was killing him, would kill him one day, he could not bring himself to face them.
Some brave Tracy he sure was, he thought with a scowl, lowing his face, unable to face the light of his family’s sign.
