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Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 0/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

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Androcide (pretty sure it's the right word)

Spent so long on this picture by the time I got to the knife I just said fuck it.

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Bruh

I forget this cursed app exists and every few months when I rediscover it I spent hours on here and fall back in love. Like seriously,it gives me brain malfunctions.

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The name game

Please help me name her. She's Virgils other half and I really want to start writing about her but I can't decide on a name. So far my two favorites are Lauren and Ellie. Please please help me decide.

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John and a certain other space gal.

I appreciate you guys putting up with my crappy art.

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Just a little fic of Gordy in the kitchen.

I apologize in advance for my mistakes. My excuse is I’m dyslexic with ADHD not the best combination sometimes, I’m sure some of you can relate.

Gordon Sauntered into the kitchen and peered into the fridge. Nothing just to grab and go as usual. Being in the worlds most elite rescue team had its downs, including when his brothers always grabbed the ready made food on the way to a rescue or because they're too tired to make anything. He sighed as he pulled out the ingredients to make burritos. Mince, spices, beans, fresh veg and tortillas. He oiled the pan and gently placed the packet of mince in before checking the temperature wasnt to high before he started to cut the tomatoes. Sometime during the lettuce shredding Virgil joined his little brother to help. That was the thing about Virgil, he was all ways eager to help his brothers even if they didnt ask and he allways was ready to drop what ever he was doing to come over such as painting as he was doing previously. They worked side by side in silence as they added beans and spices to the mince, mixing it around and accidently spilling some. Let's just say the kitchens never left clean once the fishboy has invaded it. The smell attracted two blue eyed Tracy's who waited eagerly for lunch to be served despite the fact they allready swiped some and were threatened by Gordon with a wooden spoon. The effort put in by Gordon and Virgil was well worth it when Grandma, Brains and Kayo joined them for the first family lunch in weeks. The only problem was all of Gordon's hard work was gone by the end of it and he would have to make something else to put in the fridge.

[thunderwing27]

I really don't know how you can art so well.

Points for trying I guess?

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Jennifer Lawrence. She's a real pleasure to draw despite the fact her eyes are near on impossible to draw.

[astraembers]

Continues from here. And for @katblu42. Consider this an angsty FishTank (as is typical for me) thank you Christmas gift for all the support this year.

This is just a little thing after the amazing Flash Fiction Fridays we got in the Thunderfam because I couldn't get the idea of the journal out of my head. It's written like a flash fiction, just late :)

Words: ~900

Genre: angst, whump (I'm sorrrrry, sometimes I can't help it)

...

He laughs at Virgil when he gives him the journal. It's such an utterly Virgil gift. Thoughtful, meaningful, with so much heart behind it. But he's just a kid at the prime of his swimming career and Olympics bound - and of course Virgil finds him the one thing that wishes him luck in the way that requires more work on his part. 

He loves it anyway.

He laughs at him and is crying at the same time, swinging his arms around him in a big hug with the journal dangling in his hand, and he promises he's gonna try. He's gonna paint with words every moment the way Virgil wants him too. 

And he holds to that promise. The fact that he starts with elaborately describing his food at each meal is a joke at first. He pretends he's Virgil and uses words like decadent and marinated, fills the description with color and simile. Then, he finds himself doing it with the description of the Olympics village, the pool, the way his muscles burn after a training session. 

He starts each entry with dear Virgil  instead of dear diary.

He doesn't mean to become a journal-er. It just kind of happens. And at some point the lofty words he's channeled from pretending to be Virgil - they become his own voice. Not anything he'd speak casually.  But his all the same. 

It saves his sanity when stationed underwater at the bathyscaphe, when his time in the deep makes him forget what it was like to see the color yellow. It's his favorite color, they are far from the sun, and he has to wear his WASP uniform instead of his own clothes, so he misses yellow. Luckily his journal has a very elaborate description of the sun reflecting in the water, the squelch of his favorite mac and cheese with the panko crust, and there's a pressing of a daffodil tucked between the pages.

He talks to himself when he doesn't have the strength to write or hold a pencil, but he's not alone with his thoughts for long.  Once Virgil finds out what he's doing, his older brother offers to write from his dictation. Virgil gets most of it, since his voice isn't all that strong either after his accident.

 There are some passages Gordon can't speak out loud to Virgil. He closes his eyes, and thinks about the words instead. It's probably a good thing they aren't captured between the pages. Those are memories he doesn't want to keep, and wouldn't want Virgil to know. 

He loses the habit as he heals from his injuries and as International Rescue gets off its feet. They are too busy for a time, and why would he need to write to Virgil when they see each other every day? It feels a little silly to write dear Virgil when an hour later the man is gobbling down lunch with him.

He and Virgil become co-pilots, Scott their commander, John communications. Alan begins training as an astronaut, the only thing he's ever wanted to be since he was eight years old. Gordon's a rescuer, a big brother, an Olympic medalist, an aquanaut. 

He's been to the deepest parts of the ocean and on top of the world in the sea of clouds. 

Then they lose someone. He loses someone. Because as far as he is concerned the water is his domain, no matter the decisions coming to him from the direction of three brothers elder. 

Her name gets scrawled into the pages of his journal, and beneath it he writes an apology they weren't fast enough and a promise to never forget her name. He doesn't share it this time. This journal is just for them, the ones they couldn't help.

He doesn't expect to write to Virgil again, not based on the way they work together, not for what his journaling has become. 

Then Virgil gets hurt. Really hurt. The kind of hurt that requires surgery, where they've been told only time will tell. 

When he's with him, Gordon clasps for his wrist to feel his heartbeat though he can hear it already from the machine beeping. He trusts more what he can feel below his fingertips. And while he's with him, he reads out loud what he wrote about his day the day before. 

Dear Virgil it says, for the first time since their lives converged down the same path of saving those in need of rescuing. Inside the passages hold descriptions of his food, a practice he's cultivated since the beginning of his journalling. Gordon knows for a fact that Virgil can sniff out a home cooked meal from a mile away, so maybe it would pull him from the brink to know what he's missing. 

There's the older lady who checked him out at the grocery store, and the dachshund he met on his walk back to the hospital, both described in elaborate detail because that's what Virgil would notice. 

He paints the world with words for Virgil, the way he started, albeit the colors muted this time without his older brother present. 

And he's halfway through a journal entry about the music store he found in town when Virgil's eyes flutter open.

Gordon's never in his life been so glad he kept a promise as in that moment.  Because all this time he's developed the skills to see from his brother's eyes and witness the world the way Virgil does so that he could help him find his way back.

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Omigod! I love it, love it, love it! Beautiful!

All the feels….not enough words for all the feels. Totally adores!

FishTank Forever!

Thank you for these wonderful moments.

Nutty

(Barely coherent in reply)

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Oh my god I cried at this. This is beautiful.

[broresteia]

katniss

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God I miss her.

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I mean I can kinda see where your coming from. But Virgil is still prettier.

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Tell me what you think and please tell me how I could improve.

To Kayo life was just that, life. She didn't believe in living life to the fullest just to make yourself happy was what life was about. She believed she walked this earth to let others have fun and if that ment she wouldn't then so be it. That was until her brothers taught her what out was to have fun. To kick of her shoes and put her feet up or Maybe let loose and have a drink. After all if Scott Tracy and his brothers could then so could she.

[flyboytracy]

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What do you think? (It’s just a draft)

Virgil waited for the dust to settle before he opened his eyes. Stars danced across the sky in an unearthly way and the breeze was un earthly cold. He was no where he recognized but the unmistakable blue eyes comforted slightly. The eyes belonged to a girl, a girl around his age, a girl with a heart of gold and a smile that could make even the saddest of souls smile. It was contagious, she was contagious. She was the one who caused him strife and maybe just maybe the one to get him out of it too.

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More of Lady Penelope.

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Our Lady in Red

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Hi!

I am really struggling with inspiration for my Thunderbirdsfics.

If you have any Idea’s I’m open.

Cheers.