Lady Penelope - Blog Posts

i get that the movie and reboot made John a responsible person but where all missing the opportunity to make original series John the third most caotic member, like in the og series Alan and John swap turns on five and they may be for some reasons but it's even funnier if it's because if Alan John and Gordon are all on earth together it would all be way to caotic for anyone to handle, I think people should also make John and Alan caotic space bros with the same goal and similar sense of humour.

Wnat a crossover fic where while most of the Tracy's are thinking critically Alan John and gordon are doing dumb stuff, and let's not even get on to how og scott can smell poison. Let the og boys be the most caotic people ever let them tease each outher in times of crisis.

Let Gordon splash scott when he gets out of water let the 2015 Tracy's stare on in horror as one of og boys picks something up and eats it with no hesitation just to annoy the outhers.

Give og series Alan a prosthetic leg because of the explosion when the hood invaded the island (brains is dead comic/ Thunderbirds versus the hood audio book), let him take it off and throw it at someone. Have penny pull out a gun and freak her counter parts out.

acknowledge the fact that aliens exist in the og series and that brains was almost eaten by one. Address Alan's racing career let him make funny little references to racing lingo and freak the alternate versions out or confuse the bad guys. Let Alan and John geek out about something to do with space make, the bros gang up on each outher have prank wars that Jeff is so tired of dealing with.

Thank you for reading my rant this might happen again and if anyone has something like this please direct me to it thank you.

*fists clenched* I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHHHJJJJJJ *GNOM GNOM WRAAAHHH YHFHFJFJAKAK BARKBARK ADHFHJFJXJXJX GNONGNOM*👹👹👹

OH MY GOSH THESE ARE SO GOOD!!!

Thunderbirds are Go + Posters [2/?]

Agggh just so excited, Redbubble just got my Christmas 2060 family portrait licenced, thank you Official TAG, thank you so much👍😁♥️😁👍

https://www.redbubble.com/i/laptop-case/Tracy-Family-Christmas-Photo-2060-by-maggieDAS/60212354.2U5KG?utm_source=rb-native-app&utm_campaign=share-product&utm_medium=android

reboot

oh I found another icey one - really old, done on my mobile way back in 2016? 

continuing my reposts :-)

I’m going to finish what I started months ago and repost all my artwork for TAG starting with these :-)

sorry for repeating this but the shirt thing stirred up this memory - I decided to upload all my pen and ink stuff to AO3- it’s on https://archiveofourown.org/works/22994086

there was a fic to go with it but that’s long gone, something about her need to make up to him for insisting that he wore something exceptionally uncomfortable to one of her galas

anyways, it just goes with my whole ‘Gordo’s shirt’ fixation thing

‘Hmmm, nice shirt Gordon!’

‘Really???  I thought you hated it!’

the missing scene - series finale

I believe Rob Hoegee left us to write this ourselves, so this is my attempt

“Welcome home Dad.”  Gordon offered quietly as his father was lead away to a full health scan followed by, almost certainly, a bout of indigestion.

Penny welcomed him home then took a few steps up the ramp to meet Gordon.

“How was it?  Are you all safe?”  She asked concerned.

“Yup, all safe, and it went really well, bar the Hood of course.”  He was wondering, hoping, why she had stayed in the hanger after the others had left.  His heart pounding at the sight of her, so perfect even after the pitched battle to save the island.

“Are you okay?”  He asked gently, almost a whisper.  She was close now, taking his hand, looking up into his face.

“I am now.”  She smiled, “I worried about you all while you were away, but...”  She stopped to check he was still breathing.  “It turns out that I do worry about you - in particular.”  Reaching that short distance to his lips, she kissed him.  “I really do!”  They kissed again.

“Now Gordon do something really important for me!”  Her voice suddenly very urgent - she had his whole attention!

“I need you to breath, Gordon please, breath!”

AGGH AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SPOTTED PENNY AND GORDON WITH THEIR ARMS LINKED. PLEASE TELL ME YOU SAW THAT TOOOOO♥️

The tiniest of spoiler, so tiny it could be missed, apologies for it being so grainy

But thats all we got, I was wondering if a bit in front of pod6 was cut.

jeff’s first visitor

sorry have no time this week for anything more than snippets

JEFF: Ah Lady Penelope's arriving!  That's kind that she's come to see me.

GRANDMA: Probably not just you, Jeff.  She's taken rather a shine to one of your boys.

JEFF: (punching the air)  I knew it, I knew it – it's Scott isn't it?  I always hoped it would be Scott.

GRANDMA: Nope.

JEFF: Oh really!  John then!  Good choice, she always did get on so well with John.

GRANDMA: Nope.

JEFF: Ahh, right, she's gone for the gentle giant – Virgil, of course.

GRANDMA: (grinning, she was enjoying this)  Nope. And with Alan being far too young that only leaves.............

JEFF: You have got to be kidding me!  No way!  Not possible!

BUT HE'S STILL A KID!

GRANDMA: Not anymore!  He's grown into a fun loving yet gentle young man who has similar interests to her, ecology and animals.

JEFF: I leave the planet for 8 years and come back to find the place gone completely mad!

London Gym - a Thunderbirds Are Go story

Author: mae-the-4th

Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go (2015-2020)

Timing: Season 3, about Episode 18 Avalanche and Episode 20 Icarus

Warnings: none

Words: 1235

Author’s Note: It’s about time I did another Thunderbirds fic! I hate the ending at all and am not entirely happy with what I finished with, but we’ll see how it goes… Enjoy this in all its unedited glory! I know nothing about Wing Chun and Kung Fu, so if I get something wrong, I am so sorry and will try to fix it! The character of Jack Wallace is completely fictional. I don't own any characters except for Jack Wallace, an OC.

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Jack Wallace was a fit guy. His black-and-red Wing Chun martial arts belt and his habit of going to the gym every morning proved said fact. He had gone to this particular gym in London every day for almost two and a half years – yet he had never seen this young woman before, although she seemed somehow familiar. Tall, lithe, with olive skin, black hair, and enchantingly green eyes, she was there before even he was, running on the treadmill. She stayed there for 3 hours, running at 10 kilometres an hour, no joke! She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t stop listening to her music. It seemed she barely broke a sweat. She just kept on running, ponytail swinging, until she left. Jack made a mental note to ask her whether she was a marathon runner if he saw her again.

She was there the next day, again beating him to the gym. Instead of the treadmill, she focused on weights, lifting loads that usually would be impossible for a girl of her age and stature. After weights, she moved to the floor mats, completing push-ups, balances, squats, and many more that Jack didn’t manage to notice. Jack hit the showers quickly so he could ask her what her training regime was but just missed her. As he ran out the door after her, he just managed to spot her climbing into a pink car (pink! Now that’s a sight you don’t see every day!). She greeted the grey-haired driver and they sped off.

On the third day, the mystery girl was late – a whole hour late. It seemed very much unlike her (not that Jack really knew anything about her). The reason why was revealed when the large pink car pulled up to the doors. Out stepped the olive-skinned girl, pulling a shorter blonde out with her. The grey-haired driver followed at a respectful distance, warily eyeing Jack for a moment before flicking his eyes subtly around the gym. Jack didn’t even think about trying to talk to the mystery girl that day.

The day after, Jack found Mystery Girl on the mats, alone. She had a punching bag hanging in front of her – and it looked like she really hated it. Jabs and kicks repeatedly hit the bag, with sometimes less than a second in between the different moves. With a start, Jack recognised the style of fighting – Wing Chun, a style he was quite familiar with himself. After watching a few minutes, Jack realised that this was his opportunity to go talk to her.

“Wing Chun, right? Kung Fu?”

She stopped, turning to face him. “Yes. You know it?”

“Yeah. Don’t know much, but enough to get by in a fight. I think.”

Mystery Girl smirked. “Okay. Let’s have a look, shall we?”

“Pardon?”

“I don’t know about you, but this punching bag doesn’t exactly hit back.” Jack furrowed his eyebrows. She rolled her eyes. “I’m asking if you’ll spar with me.”

“Oh! Right, yeah. Sorry.” Spreading his legs into an opening stance, Jack desperately tried to remember what he had been taught – and nearly got a jab to the face. “Hey!”

“C’mon! One of the first rules is ‘always be ready and expect the unexpected’!”

Jack grimaced. “Sorry. I’m ready now.”

Mystery Girl grinned. “Shall we start then?”

Somewhere amidst all the jabs and kicks Mystery Girl launched at him, Jack realised that he was seriously outmatched. She was an expert, as in the highest ranking you could ever be. His respect and awe for her increased massively every time she added another bruise to his collection. Her style was flawless, each move precise and aimed perfectly. Jack never had any chance of beating her and he could tell that she was toying with him, leading him around the mats. Finally, Jack found himself on the flat on the ground, pinned by her knee. Grinning, she stood back up and offered her hand. Grabbing it, Jack stood back upright.

“Thanks for the practice,” the girl said.

“Practice? That was a full-on work out!”

She shrugged. “Eh, I take what I can get. Most of my brothers can’t really keep up with me in terms of self-defense, although they’re much better than they used to be.”

Jack sipped from his water bottle, still panting. “Let me guess, you’ve been teaching them?” She nodded, drinking from her own bottle. “How many brothers do you have?”

“Five,” she replied, and Jack blinked in surprise.

A ring tone echoed in the quiet gym and Mystery Girl picked up her phone. Sleek and black with silver highlights, it was obviously heavy duty – and expensive. A holographic display lit the air above the phone, showing the caller ID. Calling – Lady Penelope. The picture was the young blonde from the other day, laughing with her head thrown back with a tanned blond man, Hawaiian shirt open at the neck. Mystery Girl picked up her phone and ‘Penelope’ appeared.

“We are right outside when you’re ready. Gordon is here too, surprisingly.”

“Really?” Mystery Girl said, wry disbelief on her face.

“Yes! Somehow, I got Gordon out of bed, but he is fairly grumpy, and I will need your help wrangling him.”

She smiled fondly. Jack found he really liked it, but a stab of jealousy ran through him. Who is this Gordon? Her boyfriend?

“I’ll be right there, Lady P. See you in a few seconds.” Hanging up on Penelope, Mystery Girl grabbed her rucksack and turned towards the door. “Bye,” she said to Jack with a flutter of her fingers. Minutes later, the same pink car from before roared past.

It was only later that Jack realised he still didn’t ask for her name. He certainly regretted it when he never saw her in his gym again-

-until she was on television two weeks later.

Jack was on the treadmills, straining for those last few kilometres, while watching the local news. There had been a recent world record broken – the world airspeed record, to be precise. Something had gone wrong though, according to the news, and International Rescue had stepped in to help. Jack only caught the end of the report, but it was enough to stop him in his tracks (while the treadmill was still running unfortunately, although he’d never admit it). The news channel showed four of the five Thunderbirds lined up, the members of International Rescue standing in front. Four young men for four Thunderbirds, baldrics silver, green, red, and yellow. Next to them stood two young women. One was blonde, clad in a gold dress and black jacket, her hand entwined in the yellow Thunderbird’s hand. Jack’s eyes widened as he recognised her as Lady Penelope. And next to her-

Next to Lady Penelope was Mystery Girl. Clad in dark blue-green and black, she stood with an easy confidence. The names of the members of International Rescue flashed on the holo-image. Scott Tracy, Virgil Tracy, John Tracy, Gordon Tracy, Alan Tracy, Kayo Kyrano.

Kayo.

Now everything made sense! Mystery Girl’s fitness ability, her friend with the chauffeur, her mention of her five brothers – blimey, her brothers were the famous Tracy’s. She was part of International Rescue, for goodness sake!! She was the elusive pilot of the rumoured Thunderbird Shadow! And Jack had met with her, talked to her, sparred with her, and didn’t even realise.

Jack left the gym in bewilderment, the treadmill still running.

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FIN

Write x reader fanfic for Scott Tracy or else.😠

GIFS/PICS AREN'T MINE

I'm truly disappointed there are no x readers of this show, there is so many characters and so much potential 💔

IT'S A GREAT SHOW, please. If you're interested in looking for something new, CONSIDER Thunderbirds are going. The characters are cutie patooties and, overall, just some lovable characters !

Also Scott is hot 🤷‍♀️