#Betton

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Guy Lorgeret - Retour a Betton, Betton, Rennes, Francia

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Betton's tree hyrax Dendrohyrax arboreus bettoni

Observed by seasav, CC BY-NC

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T2024: Day 5, Exhibition | TC-LRAU

The New Hall would fill with the sounds of conversation and excitement faster than building it, another year, another round of visitors from all over the region, every spot in there would be filled with all sorts of steam engines.

Each batch of engines that came would represent the railway they’re currently owned by, the more well-known ones coming to the exhibition.

All kinds of steam engines there; from narrow to standard gauge, and from 19th century to new builds, a big and broad roster of engines.

But before we get to them, we’ll focus our attention on the person who’d tap their mic twice lightly, clearing their throat as they caught the attention of the spread out crowd.

“If I could have most of your attention, visitors and contributors, old and new, I’d like to thank you all for coming here to see another moment of history in motion.”

The man started, as the sounds coming from the crowd would die down as he spoke.

“I am honoured to be passed down with the role my father, Seth Harken once had. Continuing the legacy of, not just of his love for engines of all types and how much he's done for both engines and humans, but his own personal legacy. To all of us, including myself.”

His gaze softening, he'd straighten his posture as his grip on the microphone tightened. Taking a quick glance at his watch.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

“But, in his words, let the hour begin!”

Tock.

As a cacophony of whistles blasted in the air, echoing across the halls, the event would officially be in full motion.

——

“Why so worried, dear sister?” Came the comforting voice of the Stirling Single, N. 1, separating himself from the group consisting of Flying Scotsman and Black 5s, glancing curiously at his younger sister.

To which said younger sister would flinch at the sudden call, her train of thought breaking. Though glancing at him with a warm smile once she recognized who it was.

“Ferris, hello.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, Milly, what's the matter? Is it those Midlanders again?”

She'd chuckle softly at such a claim.

“You say that as if you weren't mingling with those Black 5s, dear brother,” she says as she glances at said Black 5s, overhearing their conversations mixed with jabs at each other and general gossip, not dying down a single bit considering the Flying Scotsman was practically the host of that session.

“Well, I wasn't exactly mingling. I was simply offering up advice.”

“Advice about mentoring the newest edition to the LBSCR? It seems your reputation as a mentor yourself is still kept up, well, you're more like a fath–”

“Oh hush, they'll hear us!” Ferris’ face would flush with red a bit in embarrassment, reversing into the buffers behind him as Emily held in a laugh, even with the decades that flew by, she still wondered why he hid things like this from those he loved.

She will admit, even if it was rare, he tends to be quite the silly engine when being straightforward about his clear affection towards all the engines hes taken under his wing, or cab, and right now is one of her favourite examples.

She’s seen how much he’s rubbed off on the Atlantic, they’re practically father and son as the humans say. It’s quite heart warming, like how some of the shunters back before the grouping era had picked up on Ferris’ mannerisms. It’s very amusing.

“I know that look of yours Milly, what’re you planning to pull on me now?”

“Oh please, if you had known said look, you would’ve known it wasn’t that.”

“Then what on Lady’s name are you plotting in that scandalous mind of yours?” He jabbed jokingly at her, though would be met with an Emily who’d gaze out in front of her thoughtfully.

“But not in a Great Western manner, it is similar to how the humans would cope with lost. If you recall how my fireman in the 80s had coped with the news of his aunt’s unfortunate passing with his religious beliefs as I recall, then it is similar to how I’m thinking now.”

‘Well,” she sighed before she started. “I suppose it’s just the faint yet vivid presence of our siblings, our colleagues.”

“Ah.”

“I see.”

In all honesty, she didn’t mean to drag down the mood this quickly, but she can’t exactly help it.

Looking back at it all. It’s most likely the toughest run to have experienced, from speeding through the glorious sight that was the River Trent to then having to take in all the neglect the rest of them had to face. Though thankfully it was willingly, since the remaining of them had agreed to it before being locked away-

“Well, I suppose I’ll place down that note for myself.”

“If it helps, Emily, I could recommend a relief crew from the Mid-Norfolk. They’ve been quite the help for myself and mostly to others, an example being that Thompson.”

“Mayflower?”

“Yes, him. He’s been in need of it for quite a while from the looks of it, I will admit.”

“Just contact my crew with yours, ask for a Mr. Onix, and they’ll come right away. Though it will depend on how far and busy they are when you do so.”

“I see-”

The sudden buzz of a radio would echo in Emily’s cab, her firebox starting to warm up again as her fireman threw coal inside it. Good gosh, why did it have to be now?

“Well, I bid you farewell for now, Ferris. I hope to see you soon after this run.”

“Same goes to you dear sister!” He replied as the both tooted both of their whistles at eachother, watching Emily leave with a wheesh of steam.

——

“Now that was a blast!”

“A blast of whistles you mean!”

The three would burst into laughter as they arrived at their designated spots within the new hall.

A little flow of people would form around them, murmurs of conversations blurring together and curious people eyeing them in either surprise or admiration, or both! Either way, the engines would simply chat among themselves as if they were the only ones in the room.

Though there would be one engine in between those atmospheres, st always taking a glance behind them, as if waiting for something. Something, someone.

Time moving slower than a tank engine trying to pull an express consisting of eight full coaches on their own.

It was painful, in simple words. It was crawling from the back of their mind to consume their thoughts. 

Not the greatest thoughts to go through your mind during a wonderful time like this.

No, no. They just need to be calm. He's received the overhaul, he's been checked out, hell you were there in some of those sessions, he'll be fine.

Just enjoy the moment, enjoy the momen-

“Nadi?”

They'd snap out their train of thought, looking to wherever the voice came from, to which they'd get a bit embarrassed at. Well shit.

“Yea- Ah, what is it?”

“You were staring at that 9F, the Black Prince, are you okay?”

“Well, Betto-”

“Do you have a crush on him?”

“The fuck? No, of course not!” Nadi’s smoke deflectors slid back as they glanced at Lyd, as she rolled beside them on the narrow-gauge tracks next to the standard-gauge tracks the three were on, quite baffled at this sudden claim. Considering how the Black Prince is more of a brother than a lover, it was odd.

Though they couldn't exactly blame Lyd, Nadi doesn't talk about other engines much often, other than the ones they usually speak of.

“Besides, why would I have a crush on him?!”

“Well, why would the Flying Scotsman have a crush on that King Arthur class? Hmm?”

“Okay fair point, but stil-”

Suddenly, a familiar whistle would blast through the atmosphere, cutting off the four's conversation. Considering their brakes would be applied by their crews, Lyd would reverse to see who it’d be.

Though as she did, her eyes widened in surprise as she took a glance at their nameplate, now recognizing who it was.

“Oh, Leslie!”

——

Oh how loud it was here, well, at least it wasn’t as chaotic as Sodor. It’s just louder than it.

He’d reverse into the coaches behind him as the shunter behind them uncoupled from the coaches and let out a little “peep!” of a whistle, to which he’d whistle back at them.

As he glanced to the sign that read-

“We’re at Redworth! No- No, I’m not fucking with you I’m serious!”

“Sounds like she’s fucking with you, old chap.”

He will admit, he did miss them. He missed how comforting they were to him, that light feeling that swirled in his firebox whenever he interacted with him. It was an odd feeling, in a good way, and it seems to run in their family as the same feeling has started to resurface in recent years since the 2000s started.

“You’re older than me!”

Gordon would hold in his laughter as he heard his crew jab at each other a bit. The two have been with him for about, nearly a decade as he recalls. Wow. Though they’ve technically been with him for nearly two, since they go back into the late 90s as his crew. Being the brother and cousin of his crew before them.

As much as he’d like to go into detail of this feeling, he just couldn’t find the right words to. It was similar to this feeling he had felt before, it was the bond between him and his siblings, though that didn’t fully match up with what this odd, swirly feeling he felt with them, with his crews.

Though unfortunately he wouldn’t be able to further his research and guesses into it as the sound of a whistle blasted through the air, his hearing being pierced like a bullet shooting through paper. As he glanced to his left, the whistle would be muffled as it fades out by the sound of pistons pumping, surprised at who it is as his eyes widened.

“Hello there, little brother.”

“Ah, ah. That’s my phrase, little brother.”

“A phrase that’s originated from me, Scotsman, or would you like me to refer to you as one of the elderly considering your memory might not be working too well?”

Scotsman would slide back his smoke deflectors, revealing his jokingly ‘offended’ look as he took a glance at Gordon.

“Oh says the one who’s beyond a century old!”

“You’ve literally just become a century old, little brother. And you do represent a century.”

“Oh fuck off," he muttered jokingly, unconsciously letting his american accent slip out as it mixed with his natural one.

After a slight pause between the two, they’d burst into light laughter as they sped down the line side by side, blasting their whistles in a duet as they wheeshed steam, doing what they love. Their purpose.

[tornadoyoungiron]

New Great Western Engine Betton Grange up and running!

Another Young Iron launches. Big thank you to Hazel for letting me know.

[rungian]

Tornado work challenge [impossible]

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[ldagence-celbs]

Beatrice Bettoni Female Fashion Model

[swtorpadawan]

Introducing Darth Betton

Technically, she's an NPC from the game story, not an OC of my own creation. But she's mentioned only once off-handedly, by Moff Tyrak on Balmorra in the Smuggler story.

I decided to use her for Erez Noori's backstory, my Jedi Padawan turned slave turned Sith Inquisitor in the Rhi'khi Legacy.

I finally decided to make her in the game. This is partially for the benefit of @plotbunny-bundle​ and @jjjwhovian​ since they expressed interest in Erez's backstory when i introduced him an age ago.

Those of you who’ve read my backstory for Erez probably know that Betton has done some truly terrible things. Likely i’ll only be writing fic about her if i do some kind of “Whump” challenge.

I'm still addicted to SWTOR character creation.

[the-time-lord-oracle]

6880 Betton Grange at Tyseley, 17/06/2023

[strawberry-kirby]

I MISS MY BELLY BUTTIN PIERCING CHHCJGUV I HAD TO TAKE IT OFF BC IT JUST WOULD NOT HEAL EVEN THOUGH I HAD IT FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR AND CLEANED IT AND HARDLY WORE HIGH WAISTED PANTS DJDNND

Ik this might be a weird question but belly button piercing, lip piercing or tongue piercing?? I planned on getting one 🤭🤭🤭 but idk whichhhhhh 💔

ooh omggggggg okay, here's what i have to say about this:

tongue and lip piercings are fire as fuck, but they're both super easy to be messed up and get infected (ask my dad- he did both)

and honestly anyone can rock a belly button piercing shbdwhsd

[heavypressure]

You're six months pregnant, but everyone thinks you are overdue with twins. Pregnancy cravings have turned you into a waddling garbage disposal, eating anything and everything you can find. You are always hungry no matter how full you get. You have gained so much weight while pregnant and your ass is so fat now that you struggle to find clothes. You refuse to buy new shirts because your belly bloats so much during the day that nothing that fits in the morning will fit by evening. Your bare belly is always on display. You're digestion is destroyed by your pregnancy clogging you up and your pregnancy gas won't let you even finish a sentence without letting out a loud, gassy burp. To your surprise, your doctor is a bit of a wild card and has made it clear they don't believe in inducing labor so you have to ride out whatever happens. On top of that, they also said you need to gain more weight and that you're not eating enough despite reading the scale and seeing your huge belly and butt waddling into the exam room.

-B3

Oh my... I'd do a lot for that to actually happen to me... Being a literal cow, walking around in torn clothes that are threads away from snapping and leaving me completely a naked, bubbling bloated mess. But of course it's all excused by my pregnancy, right?...

And of course I'd listen to my doctor, i want my baby to be healthy in the end.. even if that means eating triple times the food i had before

Right after visiting a doctor i may grab something quick to eat at a local mall... I wait in the line and try my hardest not to rip ass at the face of the people that stand behind me, even though my stomach is clearly not happy from me denying it some relief... I wince from gas cramps and my belly bubbles ominously, people around me in the line quickly take notice. The couple before me decides to let me go first, how kind of them. I rub my huge bubbling gut, and tell my order to the poor fast food worker, burping every 5 seconds in their face. Luckily for them it was quick, as all that i said was that I'm gonna take every item in the menu 🤭

I felt that it was probably the right call, as even after just a few minutes of waiting i felt insanely hungry. Doesn't even matter that my poor insides were being inflated every second by more gas i was trying to keep in, i just needed to fill the space I didn't have anymore with greasy food. I finally got my order and waddled to the nearest table, my enormous ball of a belly sloshing and bubbling with every step. It was covered in numerous stretch-marks from never-ending growth, and my big belly betton popped out almost instantly after my pregnancy started.

It was hard to fit my bloated ass on a small chair, but i had to make do. As i start eating, i quickly lose myself, the food is so good, and it's great that the amount of it is seemingly never-ending.. I cant control my gas anymore, and i still feel my belly getting painfully tight, i can hear the gases inside me roar, stretching my skin even further... My belly is so packed that it almost touches the floor, hanging off the edge of my chair. I don't care if people around me stare in disgust at me being a bloated, pregnant gassy cow, i just need to continue filling my gut with junk. I'm letting out constant, never ending gas from both ends and still somehow expanding even further..

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Betton's tree hyrax Dendrohyrax arboreus bettoni

Observed by burakdogansoysal, CC BY-NC

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[heclingmuzik]

"H-Huh?" Oh, NO! Sal doesn't KNOW.

"Y-You know....Bettondese nuts? bet On these nuts?"

Sal looked over at Ismael, genuinely perplexed; and with a mouthful of cereal. "..Huh..."

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Betton memorial window by Gerry Morris