#GS-3

[collinthenychudson]

New Year’s Eve, the last day of the year. As we all know, it is the holiday when people get together with families and friends, share resolutions, and light fireworks to bring in the new year. But 80 years ago, this would not be the case out on the Great Salt Lake in Utah for a deadly train crash took place on that day.

In the early morning hours of New Year’s Eve December 31st 1944, two trains operating as No. 21, the Westbound Pacific Limited, were preparing to proceed onward to San Francisco with the First 21, the 18-car passenger train, running ahead of the Second 21, the 20-car mail-express train. The Pacific Limited normally ran as a long singular train but it was split in two on this occasion. The First 21 was being pulled by Southern Pacific 4425, a GS-3 Class 4-8-4 “Northern” Type locomotive, while the Second 21 was being pulled by Southern Pacific 4361, an MT-4 class 4-8-2 “Mountain” Type locomotive. Running 38 minutes late, the First 21 departed from Ogden, Utah at 4:38 AM while the second 21 departed at 4:50 AM 12 minutes later.

Things wouldn’t go according to plan however because 17 miles west of Ogden at Bagley along the Lucin Cutoff, a stalled freight train was dealing with a hotbox which would force the two trains to slow down and come to a stop. The First 21 would slow down to 8 mph until stopping when the flagman of the freight train would give the signal. Meanwhile, the Second 21 was speeding at 50 mph in hopes of making up for lost time.

Although engineer James Mcdonald of the Second 21 applied the brakes upon noticing the First 21, it was too late. At 5:14 AM, the Second 21 slammed into the back of the First 21. The last several cars of the First 21 were telescoped into each other while the first few cars of the Second 21 piled into No. 4361 crushing the locomotive’s tender with some sliding into the water and mud.

48 people had died while 81 people were injured with 2 more later dying in the hospital thus bumping the death toll up to 50. Among those who had died were 35 military personnel that were returning home after serving in the Second World War, the death toll also included James McDonald and the flagman of the First 21. Two military hospital cars of the First 21 would be used to take care of the injured passengers until rescue trains from Ogden would arrive at the scene.

During the investigation, it was revealed that the main cause of the wreck was failure to properly control the speed of the Second 21 in accordance with signal indications. While the engineer did apply the brakes, it was said that he “died” due to sudden shock or heart failure. Another factor that caused this wreck was heavy fog which resulted in the fireman of the Second 21 to miss the first stop signal before seeing the second stop signal.

Those who were injured were taken to nearby hospitals such as the Bushnell General Military Hospital in Brigham City. Although there is currently no further information regarding what happened to No. 4361 after the wreck, the locomotive alongside the last few cars of the First 21 and the first few cars of the Second 21 were probably scrapped due to being severely damaged. As for No. 4425, the locomotive was left unharmed and would continue to serve the Southern Pacific until being retired on May 14th, 1956 and later scrapped on July 13th of that year in Los Angeles. None of the 14 GS-3s nor any of the railroad’s 4-8-2s were set aside for preservation when the Southern Pacific ended revenue steam operations in January 1957, although a driving wheel from No. 4422 was salvaged and is at the Railgaints Train Museum in Pomona, California.

The Pacific Limited would continue to run until October 1st, 1947. As for the Southern Pacific, it would continue to use the Lucin Cutoff until 1996 when the railroad became part of the Union Pacific whose trains still continue to use the Lucin Cutoff to this day. It has been 80 years since this wreck occurred and it still holds the title of being Utah’s worst train wreck but rear-end collisions between trains still unfortunately have occurred over the following years and of course before then.

This was made in honor of those who lost their lives and survived this train wreck, I wish you all a Happy New Year.

Models and Route by: Trainz-Forge, K&L Trainz, Jointed Rail, Auran, and Download Station

[goldenshrikecomic]

I was asked how I make my characters fit the background with such minimal shading, and here's how I do it!

Starting point is just background + the base colors

Add a multiply layer on top of the characters. The color is usually eyedropped from the background, but just as often I just play with the hue/saturation/brightness slider. This layer usually has either high transparency or brightness so it doesn't become overpowering, especially if the background is light.

Airbrush the background colors lightly on top of some parts of the characters, usually the outer edges and the parts that should be in shade. I do this willy-nilly with a big brush.

Add color dodge as the last thing, and let it affect both characters and the background.

There's thousand other ways out there, this is just how I've done it!

[danandfuckingjonlmao]

good night and sweet dreams to the best, sexiest, sluttiest, smartest, realest, most based, valid, relatable, girlipop, sympathetic, cunt, fun, cool, feminist, aspirational girlboss character in dead boy detectives: doll spider <3

good night to her and no one else. i hope the rest of y’all have a bad night and terrible dreams.

[wolfiery]

oh, i swore to god, you'd be important

[thrutheinferno]

happy birthday to my dear friend @venomnipx and our charmac AU we have together !!!!!

[z0mbiew00d]

Christmas in the Scottage Base <3

[inkieflame]

I Need an Anchor (God, I Want to be Satisfied)

A Wild Life Etho fic, featuring the Gs :)

Content warnings: none

2000 words

Aka, Etho doesn't know his self worth, so he tries to prove himself to his new alliance. They assure him they care about him even if he is washed up

Author's note: this was supposed to contain Cletho and that never happened, oh well. Maybe another day

Etho isn’t running away.

He’s not abandoning anyone, he’s not betraying them or leaving them behind. He’s not doing any of that.

He’s just taking a quiet exit.

Because he might drown if he has to stay with Bdubs and Tango one more day. He thinks they can feel it too. Something is wrong with their alliance. Something is inherently broken.

They fight each other more than their enemies. They steal, they mock, and when one of them is injured they’re left to pick themselves up on their own.

It's just not how an alliance is meant to work.

And Etho needs out.

He picks through this chest, looking for whatever valuables he has left. Minimal iron and even fewer diamonds. He manages to scrape together some building supplies and food. Hopefully this will be enough. Hopefully, hopefully.

He doesn’t know what to expect. He wants to seem useful. He wants to be necessary to a team. Indispensable.

Because if he’s not, they might neglect him too, just like Tango and Bdubs. And gosh, it hurts to be neglected by people you love. Etho can’t take it anymore.

He ducks out of his tower, backpack full of supplies and his new beloved trident in hand. Distantly, he can hear Tango and Bdubs bickering about something. Etho avoids them, and makes his way through the woods to the other base.

The late summer sun falls through the leaves overhead, making him squint as he approaches the wheat fields and walled in building where his new friends live. He swallows, and then wanders to the gate. He can hear the soft chatter of people within the base. Etho’s heart swells with jealousy. They are so friendly with each other.

“Etho?” He sees Pearl lean over the top of the wall, “Hey, we can see you lurking how here.”

“Oh. Hi.” He says. “Can income inside?”

Pearl turns back to talk to someone behind her. Etho can hear Scott’s voice. She turns back to him, “Yeah, come up over the wall though. Scott says Impulse just trapped the gate.”

Etho nods once, relieved that he hadn’t let himself in only be blown to bits. He towers up and Pearl helps to pull him over the last bit of wall so he standing on top of the stone next to her.

She jumps from the wall and hurries back over to where Cleo, Scott and Impulse are chatting on the front porch of the building.

Etho lingers awkwardly behind her, dropping down and following.

“Hey guys, hi. I brought some supplies? I hope they’re enough.” He says. He turns to rifle through his backpack, pulling various things from his inventory. “I’ve got a bit of iron? Two diamonds if anyone needs a new sword. And some cooked cod if anyone needs food-“

He is cut off by Scott waving him over and gesturing for him to sit with them, “We’re all good on supplies right now.” Scott says, “But join us! I’ve been wondering when you’d be over.”

This makes Etho’s stomach churn uneasily. They don’t need anything he has to offer. He’s not giving anything, he’ll just be a drain on supplies here.

Okay, so fix it. You have a problem, analyze it and fix it.

He hovers near the group, not sitting down. His eyes dart around the group, trying to fit pieces together. What can he do?

Pearl is still wears some pieces of iron armor. So is Impulse.

“Etho?” Cleo echoes, “Aren’t you going to sit with us?”

Etho bites his lip. He can feel the Scar there underneath his teeth. “No, I, uh, I forgot some things at my base.” He lies. “I’ll be back.”

He ignores how Scott looks disappointed and how Cleo sighs when he turns away.

Etho doesn’t come back until he has enough diamonds to get both Pearl and Impulse a new piece of armor. He jumps the wall again, and then he drops down into the small walled in area.

Scott is the only one outside, tending patiently to the flowers around the building.

“Oh, Etho, there you are.” Scott turns to him, “We thought you’d left us!”

Scott laughs, but Etho can’t help but hear an accusation. Traitor.

He hurries to seem useful, to be a good teammate, “I went mining.” He blurts, “Got some diamonds so y’all can get some better armor.”

Scott stares at him blankly for a moment, confused. “That’s. That’s very kind of you. The others are inside if you want to say hi.”

Etho nods, “Of course.” He shuffles backwards, then turns and makes his way to the door.

Pearl and Cleo are inside, sitting around a small pool in the floor with a few axolotls swimming around it. Cleo is sitting on top of their storage chests, sprawled out over two of them. Pearl sits by the edge of the pool with her bare feet in the water and her boots laying next to her.

“Etho, hi!” Cleo smiles at him, “I was wondering if you’d drop by again.”

“Hi Cleo.” He turns to Pearl, “uh, I got you some diamonds. Make yourself some new armor?” He holds out half of the diamonds for her to take. “I also have some for Impulse.”

Pearl takes the diamonds, “Ooooh!” she turns them over in her hands admiringly, “Very nice!”

Cleo gives Etho a strange smile, “Don’t you need new armor too?”

He shakes his head, “I’m alright. I’d rather put my new team first, be a good teammate and all.”

Cleo’s smile turns to a frown, but she doesn’t say anything else.

When the sun goes down, Etho quietly dismisses himself to his old tower near Tango and Bdubs.

Bdubs is pacing the outside of his own tower, muttering to himself. When he sees Etho, he snaps to attention, “Hey! Where have you been all day?”

“Uh, just out.” Etho shrugs.

Bdubs fumes, clearly in a bad mood, “Likely story! We had that whole list of things to do today, remember? Nothing got done!”

Etho tilts his head, “Didn’t you work on it at all?”

“Well! I just! You!” Bdubs splutters, “Very freaking funny! You need to work on it too! I can’t be doing everything around here!”

Etho nods, “I’ll take a look at the list tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bdubs huffs, “Time to shreep.”

The next time Etho is with his new alliance, he is itching for something to do.

The five of them are all laying around outside, just enjoying the sunshine. Scott and Impulse sit in the grass together, while Pearl is perched in the pale oak tree that grows inside the walls. Cleo sits up on the edge of the wall, overlooking the group.

Etho sits a small distance from Scott and Impulse, watching Scott teach him how to weave a flower crown.

He can’t help but think how lazy this is. No one is doing anything productive. They just sit together, like they have forever. Like they’re not going to face their encroaching death soon.

They didn’t even have a to do list for Etho to check. If they did, he would be out, being productive. Instead he’s stuck nervously following around other members of the alliance hoping to help with whatever they’re doing.

But none of them are doing anything.

And Etho is failing to smoother this feeling of uselessness.

“Etho, are you alright?” Cleo asks suddenly.

Etho glances up at her, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Scott shakes his head, “No, Cleo is right. You’re acting odd.”

“Uh, I guess I’m just a little antsy.” Etho shifts uncomfortably, “I was hoping to do something useful today.”

Cleo and Scott glance at each other. Etho wishes he knew what that look meant. And then they both look at Pearl, who nods, and he feels even more lost.

“You seem stressed, man.” Impulse says, “I think a day of rest would be good for you. Take a break.”

Etho sighs. Impulse get up from his spot near Scott and comes to sit by Etho.

“I don’t need a break.” Etho says, “I just want to be a good teammate.”

Because he needs this. He needs someone to tether him down when he can’t find a direction to go. He needs an anchor.

Scott scoots over until he’s seated on Etho’s other side, “Etho. You don’t need to be a good teammate.” He says, “We don’t care if you bring nothing to the table. You’re part of this group now, so you belong here no matter what.”

“But I still need to be productive.” Etho insists, “Otherwise, why am I on this team?” Scott hesitates to answer, and Etho panics, joking nervously, “It can’t be my irresistible charm?”

“Your pathetic wet-cat energy.” Cleo offers.

“Yeah yeah, that.” Etho’s says, “I’m washed up.”

Impulse sighs, “Man. We want to hang out with you even if you are washed up.”

Etho doesn’t believe him.

Etho makes it to the late afternoon before his restlessness gets the better of him, and he finds himself getting ready to go back to his tower. At least there he has something to do. He could work on Bdubs’ list, or try to finish his tower.

Scott watches him out of the corner of his eye as he makes his way back up the wall, and prepares to drop down.

“Etho.” He calls.

Etho hesitates, looking out at the forest beneath the wall. He turns back, “yup?”

Scott pulls himself up onto the wall next to him. He eyes the rest of the group, and drops his voice to a whisper.

“Stay?”

Etho frowns, “It’s getting late, I have work to do.”

Scott seems disappointed, “I know you wanted to keep this alliance on the down-low, but…” He doesn’t finish.

“Bdubs will be wondering where I am.” Etho says. It’s a lame excuse, but not untrue. “And I have to go home sometime. Get some rest like everyone has been saying.”

Scott sighs and steps back, “Alright.” He says. “But know you can stay here too, if you ever want. You’re always welcome here.”

When Etho gets home, to his own cold bed, alone in his copper tower, he can only stare at his ceiling. He knows that somewhere Scott and Pearl and Cleo and Impulse are all going to bed together. They will fall asleep to the sound of each other breathing.

Etho will fall asleep to the sound of Tango pacing next door, restless.

“I brought food.” Etho says next time, because despite the constant reassurances he can’t help but feel like an addiction to the team instead of a part of it.

He has to prove himself, he needs to deserve this.

The fish are cooked on an open fireplace, while the group sits around it, enjoying the fire and the food. The base smells like warm fish, and bread that Pearl made, and the herbal tea in Scott’s mug.

Etho smiles, watching them chatter.

He’s glad to have given them some sort of substance, and a moment of peace away from the start of next session tomorrow. He feels useful and needed.

He ignores how Bdubs blows up his communicator with messages about preparing for tomorrow. Etho will deal with him tomorrow. Today is for his alliance.

“Stay?” Scott asks again, as the sun comes down and after Bdubs is long asleep.

Etho thinks about his cold bed, and his copper tower, and Tango’s insomniac pacing. He thinks about all the yelling he’ll wake up to in the morning if he goes home, verses to prospect of bread and tea if he stays.

“yeah.” He says softly, “I’ll stay.”

Then he falls asleep that night curled in the bed between Cleo and Impulse, like maybe he was still at home with her in Secret Life, or with him in Limited Life. Nearby Scott and Pearl are breathing steadily, drifting into sleep.

And he can’t help but think he is the luckiest person here. Because he knows he doesn’t deserve it, but they want him here anyway.

Etho thinks he’s beginning to trust them. He knows they will be here, a firm constant in a ranging sea. Something to keep him grounded.

His anchor.

[bigb-enthusiast]

Big fan(lying, really lying) of the fact despite it being session 7 and most people still dont consider bigb a g??? Soo amazing guys 10/10 fandom (full of hatred)

Idk it SUCKS like yes he is a neighbor but he only spends the intro in his neighboring house he spends 90% of the time in their base which is basically his own too!!!! Like omg guys. Hes a G. He “betrayed” them and got kicked out for one episode yea but then pearl did the SAME RHING and she is still considered a G. Like guys. Guyss. It just sucks at this point

[0ddessy01]

Teehe

[beneathitall-thesame]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 19天 - Old先 | 19 Days - Old Xian Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: He Tian/Mo Guanshan (19 Days), Jian Yi/Zhan Zhengxi (19 Days), Jian Yi & He Tian & Mo Guanshan & Zhan Zhengxi (19 Days) Summary:

Torn between the ache of the past and the comfort of the present, Guan Shan begins to realize that, perhaps, it's time to let himself move on.

[mossy-cobble-slab]

I gotta appreciate how Grian is such a vengeful player.

Most people have maybe one kill they got when deliberately trying to avenge themselves. There's a fair bit of kill swapping in LimL, but only the Clockers really feel like theyre committing to revenge. Pearl has a good number of revenge kills but only on her teammates behalf: killing Joel in LL after he boogey killed Scott, endcrystalling Martyn in WL after he endcrystalled her whole team, and killing Bdubs and Martyn (by attacking Cleo) in DL after they killed her dogs.

Grian on the other hand is always so down to avenge specifically himself. In WL alone there's: killing Cleo after they set Mumbo on him and then hunting zombie Mumbo (while calling him a traitor), his slow and inevitable vengeance on Jimmy (and Lizzie, and almost Scar too). But Grian doesn't do it for his teammates. He wanted Jimmy dead for killing him with his own tnt launcher, not for killing Mumbo in the same shot, not for killing Skizz with a different tnt minecart later. And Tango eliminating Skizz was only Skizz's reason for wanting to kill Tango in the superpowers episode, Grian wanted him dead primarily because he was green and hard to kill.

He doesnt shy away from deliberately eliminating people. In LL he kills both Jimmy and Mumbo as the first permakills of the season in retaliation for them attacking him. No mercy, unlike other people who try and preserve the reds. Technically he also eliminates Bdubs in LL as revenge for killing Lizzie but he talks about it as a punishment for betraying his team, the red alliance, not over her death. Over betraying him.

There are a few people who have a reputation that you don't want to cross them, but Grian lives up to it like no other.

[bleakfortune]

frank w such bad jealously of the casual intimacy between g and mikey that it boils into a horrible paranoia abt them fucking to the point of actual mental breakdowns first thing in the morning over like them talking over cereal or something

[batbusiness-schooldropout]

Gaslight: Tim Drake

Gatekeep: Damian Wayne

Girlboss: Dick Grayson

[avadmortain]

vanessa’s mugshots <33

[hidengifs]

@Giftober 2023 Day 31: Free Day! ↳ Tsumuri | Kamen Rider Geats

Well done. The baby devil, if you would.

[bearly-holding-on]

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