WE HAVE A SITUATION

Unrelated to the other things, I found my Gameboy Advance SP and Gameboy Colour in the attic today, and the Thunderbirds game!

My best friend got into Thunderbirds shortly after I met him, and leant me this. He was happy for me to keep it after!

And sometimes fanfiction is, ‘Watch me do a fucking KICK FLIP off this cool sentence!! Also here's some sex'

Please note:

These are NOT an attention grabbing posts

I genuinely wanted to give away my Thunderbirds items

As I volunteered at a charity shop many years ago, I know how the system works

They'll cherry pick through the collection and take what's interesting and valuable to them and leave the rest behind - thus splitting the collection up and I do NOT want that to happen

I am being very realistic here, my family has a history of not making it past the age of 60 ... with the exception of just one person, my auntie who lived till 62

I do NOT want to be a statistic

And neither do I want my family going through my stuff, only for them to do exactly what I feared - donate all of my collection to charity

I’m having a horrible month, so here’s an Alan-centric sketch I made a while back that I only made for funsies and have no intention of actually contuing or even finishing

But also the stick figure of Scott(?) cracks me up, I love using them for placeholders they’re so weirdly expressive

There was a point in time where the storage facility on Tracy Island was revisited at least three times every week. That was until the Tracys discovered that they have money and that they don’t need to constantly go searching for their old things.

Now, Alan is exploiting his free time to scavenge through the old storage unit at the back of the hangars for anything worth salvaging. So far, he has found nothing tech-savvy at all. There were a few half-taped cardboard boxes stacked on top of one another, concordantly, they all had the minimalistic, old “Tracy Industries” logo branded at each corner.

What was in them? Alan was never going to find out because he had learnt the hard way that he doesn’t have the physical strength to check. So, for now, the already opened, arenaceous boxes will have to do.

He finds himself exploring the facility for hours, pushing empty picture frames and dusty books aside to look for anything that may pique his interest. It isn’t until he’s half way through he unit, deep inside one of the boxes situated over a damaged mahogany round table, does he come across an strange, blue box. Or at least, from what he can feel with his fingers, must be a box.

Except it didn’t feel like it was made out of wood. It was cold to the touch, and almost moist but not; like some kind of enamel — a material that’s usually found on Scott’s collar pins. Alan leans over the table to get a good look of the box, and sure enough, its a small, palm sized box. Covered in a neat, dark yet vibrant blue.

So it is painted in enamel, Alan realises, but that means it’s made of metal underneath.

There’s some kind of logo at what is most likely the front side of the box. Unfortunately, it’s angled away from him. But there’s a solution to that: With a quick shove, the teen manages to squeeze his fingers into the sides of the small box and get a good grip. Then, all it takes is a tug and the thing comes out gracefully; re-exposed to the open world.

Et voila: A hand sized, blue box, completely coated in blue enamel, with an ever so slightly lighter blue mixed into it, forming marble like patterns across the top of it. It’s frame is sleek, consisting of very few lines, made of brass. Alan rotates the mysterious contraption along his hands until he locates the front side. His eyes widen.

It’s a golden crest surrounded by light blue enamel; with a familiar logo in the dead centre of it. A white circle with an illustrated bee in the middle.

No, not a bee.

A wasp.

“WASP.” He accidentally registers under his breath.

Noticing his twitching palms, Alan plops the chest down onto the rustic table as swiftly, and as smoothly as possible. As soon as his hands are free, he shivers. Because that’s Gordon’s box, and Gordon never let’s anyone in the family touch anything of his if it has a emblem like that stamped on it.

This isn’t stamped.

This is detailed.

Except it’s too small to fit confidential files inside, so surely it can’t be too dangerous to open, right?

Ah, but it is made of metal. That must mean it’s more important than some puny government secrets on paper.

But what if it’s not?

What if it’s just a fancy gift box? But why would they give Gordon afancy gift box?

Do they give fancy gift boxes?

Is that a military thing? Like those badges that Scott keeps in his dresser?

The fingers that trace over the enamel design pause for a moment in hesitation, a spark of harmless curiosity forces a shiver down his nerves. The dulled, yellow crest shines against a small beam of light emitting through the ajar door from afar.

Gordon clearly cared enough to keep this emblem in pristine condition, there’s barely any sign of fingerprints on the metallic thing, aside from the ones on the corners. Alan decides to change that by prying his fingers under the locking mechanism centred at the front of the box. it’s a tiny brass latch, it easily flips up with a sonehort, distinct clicking sound.

Buuuuuuut no good can come of that logo Allie 🫣 knowing bloody WASP it’ll be something cursed that Aztec gold from POTC 🙄 either way… this is not gonna forge a harmonious relationship between the tinies!

“Puny government secret” 🤣 oh the arrogance of youth 🤣🤣🤣

So when I one day broke one of my most valuable tools and got upset, I had to shake myself out of it cause I realised that I could just casually get another one because I’m rich.

Inspired by @janetm74's quest to get Troy Tempest punched by as many people as possible

There was a point in time where the storage facility on Tracy Island was revisited at least three times every week. That was until the Tracys discovered that they have money and that they don’t need to constantly go searching for their old things.

Now, Alan is exploiting his free time to scavenge through the old storage unit at the back of the hangars for anything worth salvaging. So far, he has found nothing tech-savvy at all. There were a few half-taped cardboard boxes stacked on top of one another, concordantly, they all had the minimalistic, old “Tracy Industries” logo branded at each corner.

What was in them? Alan was never going to find out because he had learnt the hard way that he doesn’t have the physical strength to check. So, for now, the already opened, arenaceous boxes will have to do.

He finds himself exploring the facility for hours, pushing empty picture frames and dusty books aside to look for anything that may pique his interest. It isn’t until he’s half way through he unit, deep inside one of the boxes situated over a damaged mahogany round table, does he come across an strange, blue box. Or at least, from what he can feel with his fingers, must be a box.

Except it didn’t feel like it was made out of wood. It was cold to the touch, and almost moist but not; like some kind of enamel — a material that’s usually found on Scott’s collar pins. Alan leans over the table to get a good look of the box, and sure enough, its a small, palm sized box. Covered in a neat, dark yet vibrant blue.

So it is painted in enamel, Alan realises, but that means it’s made of metal underneath.

There’s some kind of logo at what is most likely the front side of the box. Unfortunately, it’s angled away from him. But there’s a solution to that: With a quick shove, the teen manages to squeeze his fingers into the sides of the small box and get a good grip. Then, all it takes is a tug and the thing comes out gracefully; re-exposed to the open world.

Et voila: A hand sized, blue box, completely coated in blue enamel, with an ever so slightly lighter blue mixed into it, forming marble like patterns across the top of it. It’s frame is sleek, consisting of very few lines, made of brass. Alan rotates the mysterious contraption along his hands until he locates the front side. His eyes widen.

It’s a golden crest surrounded by light blue enamel; with a familiar logo in the dead centre of it. A white circle with an illustrated bee in the middle.

No, not a bee.

A wasp.

“WASP.” He accidentally registers under his breath.

Noticing his twitching palms, Alan plops the chest down onto the rustic table as swiftly, and as smoothly as possible. As soon as his hands are free, he shivers. Because that’s Gordon’s box, and Gordon never let’s anyone in the family touch anything of his if it has a emblem like that stamped on it.

This isn’t stamped.

This is detailed.

Except it’s too small to fit confidential files inside, so surely it can’t be too dangerous to open, right?

Ah, but it is made of metal. That must mean it’s more important than some puny government secrets on paper.

But what if it’s not?

What if it’s just a fancy gift box? But why would they give Gordon afancy gift box?

Do they give fancy gift boxes?

Is that a military thing? Like those badges that Scott keeps in his dresser?

The fingers that trace over the enamel design pause for a moment in hesitation, a spark of harmless curiosity forces a shiver down his nerves. The dulled, yellow crest shines against a small beam of light emitting through the ajar door from afar.

Gordon clearly cared enough to keep this emblem in pristine condition, there’s barely any sign of fingerprints on the metallic thing, aside from the ones on the corners. Alan decides to change that by prying his fingers under the locking mechanism centred at the front of the box. it’s a tiny brass latch, it easily flips up with a sonehort, distinct clicking sound.

Buuuuuuut no good can come of that logo Allie 🫣 knowing bloody WASP it’ll be something cursed that Aztec gold from POTC 🙄 either way… this is not gonna forge a harmonious relationship between the tinies!

“Puny government secret” 🤣 oh the arrogance of youth 🤣🤣🤣

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