#HAD HATTE

[teahatts]

part 1 of redrawing SEGAs official poses!

we obviously have to begin with our main and fave character, the one the whole franchise is named after, Sonic the Hedgehog himself!!

the most well known hero of Mobius. the hedgehog who could go beyond the speed of light. the blue blur itself. the one who had fought agaisnt every evil in the world.

your at the start! --- next

[bookshelfdreams]

okay y'all online activists and social media commies, this is your chance to prove you're not a poser

[noble-atomics-railway]

8 - Impact - Tornadoyoungiron's traintober list

More of the BBC level drama, this time with writing. Context is under the cut.

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The sound of a blaring alarm woke Gordon up from his sleep. He stretched with a sigh, pressing the alarm to silence it.

He felt better rested than he had in weeks, ever since Henry had been promoted to engine driver and switched to nights. He usually woke him when he returned, running showers and banging doors.

It would be nice if Henry would be just a bit quieter when he came back. It would be nice if he went back to days so he didn't wake him up every night.

When he stretched his fingers further, he didn't meet his partner. Was it possible that he was still angry after their spat last night?

He ran his fingers further, the other side of the bed was cold. Henry hadn't slept there at all last night. A small pit of anxiety curled in his stomach. What if he had yelled at him too harshly the night before? He'd just had enough of being woken up every night. He was not the nicest creature when he hadn't had enough sleep and Henry, as his culprit, had faced his wrath.

Quickly, he pulled his uniform on and walked down to, as far as anyone else was concerned, Henry’s room on the other side of the hallway. He paused to knock on Thomas’ door on the way past, ensuring that he was awake. If there was one thing that Thomas had inherited from him, it was a hatred of waking up in the morning, and Gordon would never put it past him to sleep through several alarms, making him late for work.

Slowly, he opened the door, not wanting to disturb Henry if he was asleep. He could make up with him later. He just wanted to know that he was in the house.

He wasn't. He hadn't been in here either. It wasn't that this room was unused. Henry would store his personal effects in here, like his uniform and spare clothing, but it obviously hadn't been used last night. The bed was still made and Henry was nowhere to be seen.

Gordon's anxiety spiked. Perhaps he was still at work? Stuck at a different station overnight after a breakdown? As much as Henry loved the engine that he'd found under a bricked up tunnel, Gordon was wary of it. Sure, his engine was a prototype, too, but at least his engine was reliable. The only accidents he'd had in his engine were minor and down to his own stupidity. Henry's engine required Welsh coal to even have a chance of running, and even then, it was known to have issues. It was obvious it had been bricked up for a reason and it was past Gordon why the Fat Controller had allowed it to run on the rails again.

He wandered downstairs, waiting for Thomas to be ready so that they could leave together.

He was sure that he was fine. Anything could have happened.

Anything could have happened. Engine driving wasn't the safest profession.

He was just going to torture himself if he kept up that cycle in his head. He'd just have to ask Edward if he had any idea when he arrived at the yards. After all, Edward usually arrived at work about when Henry left. His engine being what one could refer to as an antique meant that it took longer to troubleshoot in the morning, or so Edward claimed. He was just paranoid, Gordon guessed, but usually rightly so.

After what seemed like an eternity of fretting, Thomas was ready and they departed from their house and headed down towards Knapford Shed to clock in. Snow lined the ground, making the short walk time consuming and slippery. Gordon knew that they'd have to take extra care to not slide past the stations in weather like this.

Thomas laughed as they walked together. “It's unusual to not hear you muttering about Henry waking you up. You finally learned how to sleep through him?”

“No,” Gordon snapped.

“You can't still be continuing that argument from yesterday, can you? I don't expect better from you, but Henry isn't one to hold a grudge.”

“How do you know about that?” Gordon pulled at his hair.

“You've never been quiet when you've lost your temper, Dad. I think Annie and Clarabel heard you as well.”

“You'd be annoyed if you got woken up every night, Thomas.” Gordon sighed. “It was at least slightly justified.”

“I wouldn't get myself in that situation in the first place,” said Thomas proudly. “Because I wouldn't-”

The resounding glare from Gordon shut him up quickly.

“Anyway,” Thomas continued, “You must have gone off at him if he's still mad.”

“Considering he never came back to the house last night, Thomas, I frankly have no idea where he is or if he's still mad at me. At this point, I'm hoping he is still just annoyed.”

“Well, what else would he be? He's probably stuck at a station master’s house because his train has broken down. I bet he's not even mad anymore.”

“It's not the safest profession, Thomas.” He shook his head, “I hate being on such opposite shifts. It's no great joy being woken up, and as he pointed out, we're waking him up coming and going from the house during the day. It's a nightmare. I hate being tired all the time. I do wish that he'd never got promoted in the first place.”

Thomas playfully knocked his shoulder. “Just because you hate not seeing him every hour of the day, you mean.”

Gordon smiled softly. “Perhaps, Thomas. Or perhaps I'm just too old to appreciate change.”

“You're hardly that old yet.”

“Old enough. I’ve seen two great wars and may live to see another.”

“It's hardly that melodramatic, Dad.”

“If you say so, son.”

Quickly, Thomas hugged him before running off towards Percy in Tidmouth Sheds. “It'll be fine, Dad. Stop worrying.”

Gordon shook his head at his son's antics and slowly walked over towards his own engine, ready to start pre-use checks. Wickham was already at work stoking the engine's fire for the first run of the morning. Henry's engine was not in the sheds yet, not helping the anxiety in his chest.

“Good morning, Edward,” he called as he began to check the wheels of his engine. “Old Iron alright this morning?”

“Alright as he ever is.” Edward smiled, patting the side of his engine. “Be careful this morning,” he warned. “The snow hasn't cleared fully yet. It’s been forcing signals down and causing delays all night.”

Gordon sighed. “At least that explains where Henry is. I'm guessing he's caught at a station somewhere, waiting for a signal that's never going to change.”

“Get a full night sleep for a change?”

“Why does everyone know about that?” Gordon shook his head. “I feel insulted.”

“Easy. Me and Henry talk.” Edward turned away from the engine. “He's all ready to go now, Sidney,” Edward called up to his fireman.

“I just want to get his fire burning a bit stronger before we depart. I'm in no rush to go out without a fire to keep me warm,” Sidney replied. “Come back in five.”

Edward followed Gordon arround to the other half of his engine, watching as he inspected it. “Henry wants to get moved to days, you know.”

“I've heard,” Gordon snapped, irritated. “He wants my Express.”

“No, he doesn't,” Edward replied.

“That's what he told me.”

“Honestly, Gordon, what does it matter?” Edward shook his head. “All it means is that you don't get woken up by your lodger and he doesn't get woken up by you.”

“That doesn't even matter, Edward. It's the principle of it. After all, after everything, how dare he?”

“Tell him how you feel, then.”

“He should just know,” Gordon stressed. “He's been so full of himself since he's been promoted.”

“And you never are?”

“No, I-“ Gordon paused for a second, feeling himself go light-headed. He placed a hand on the running board to catch himself before continuing more calmly. “I love that job, Edward. I don't want to lose it.”

“You won't, I'm sure,” Edward reassured. “Are you alright, Gordon? You look paler than usual.”

“Honestly, I'm just overthinking Henry not being back. I've just got this horrible-”

“Gentlemen,” Sir Hatt said, interrupting the conversation.“ I regret to inform you that there was an accident on the line last night.” Gordon's body tensed. He knew what he was going to say before the words came out of his mouth. “A faulty signal caused it, weighed down by snow. The engine is a write-off and needs a total rebuild. Henry Stanier is in hospital in critical condition.”

Suddenly, Gordon found himself on the hard gravel of the floor, Thomas on one side of him, scared and gripping tightly onto his arm, and Edward on the other, looking at him in deep concern. “What just happened?” he muttered.

“I don't know,” Edward said, letting go of him cautiously. “You just passed out.”

He nodded. That made sense. He felt like someone had tipped a cold bottle of water on him.

“I think you've just traumatised your son.” Edward laughed with relief. “I think he thought you were gonna die.”

“I'm alright.” He moved to stand up, ignoring the pounding in his chest and perhaps relying a bit too much on Thomas to do it. “I'm alright,” he reassured Thomas, gripping his arm.

“Trust me, you don't look it”, Edward said. He leaned to mutter “You're too light to catch.” Edward at least understood not to embarrass him more than he already had been. Passing out over a bit of bad news. The indignity.

The bad news.

Henry.

“Sir. You said Henry was in hospital?” He turned to Sir Toppham Hatt, who looked taken aback by the question.

“Yes. And I thought you were going to be, then. Thomas, take your father home.”

“Yes, sir.” Thomas nodded eagerly, pulling at Gordon's shoulder.

“I can still work. I'm fine now. It was just a bit of a shock.”

“No, Gordon.”

“I can be useful. I know that run like the back of my hand. I was just shocked.”

“I said no, Gordon. Clearly, I misestimated how close you and your lodger had got. You acted like the wives do when I turn up at their doorstep with bad news.” Gordon looked at the floor, not wanting to reveal any emotion on his face. Sir Toppham Hatt turned to Edward. “Edward, you take the Number 4 with Wickham. Sidney, take the Number 2 with Bob. We can do without a shunter for a day.”

All the men nodded as Gordon stood there, embarrassed.

“If you'd like to make yourself useful, the hospital will probably appreciate you taking a spare change of clothes for your lodger to the hospital.” Gordon nodded again, turning to leave with Thomas, his embarrassment and worry slowly turning into a slow and fiery anger.

He wasn't even angry at being sent home. He was angry at the world. Go to hospital, he scoffed. If he did, he was no next of kin, no relation, despite the fact that they shared a bed every night. If he disclosed that information, at the very least, they'd find themselves unemployed and at the worst, arrested.

He acted like a wife. He was, of sorts. It's just that nobody could ever know. He thundered back home, cursing his bad luck of falling for another man.

[lalalaugenbrot]

via @johannesschmager (insta)

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

Oho, 17 and 18 are both interesting ones~ (Your favourite character to write this year? & The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?)

Ask game

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

Hmm...! Toby and Donald have both been super rewarding. I know I carped about the process of working with them a lot - I felt pressured because my problems with them emerged only after I started publishing a fic that people were reading. But! I did enjoy the "problem" of working with them. I'd never written them very much before but they wound up with more screentime cos I found I really liked them.

They wound up adding a lot of depth to the story, cos neither wishes to get dragged into #Drama. But they're also both quite well-equipped to handle it, when they are. 😈

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

I was having some difficulty with Thomas and Gordon early in the year, specifically sketcing out where they land at the end of Small World. They had to be quintessentially #Them, even though they're in an alt-timeline and some heavy stuff has gone down and their relationship can't be the same as how we know it. But it still has to be recognizable. Very so.

Was pulling out my hair for a few weeks, but once I finally produced good copy for them I was basically ready to start my second draft/publishing!

Ironically, Toby with Henrietta was a also bit of a speed-bump. Too straight-married-couple coded for my blood! Again, once I got the hang of it things were fine (writing Henrietta's reaction to Toby's two near-fistfights in Ch. 5 was fun) but it certainly required a few runs before I got my wheels under me.

[icyfox17]

Homeeee:)))!!!!

[isalabells]

I will NEVER stop yelling about this. Fucking fav!!! Possibly the greatest picture/text combo ever y/y.

The comment section on the world wide web makes you believe everyone is still so outraged by this and yet. Turns out the internet is once again lying to you. Köln fans, they Get it.

blahblahblah sooo disrespectful why didn't Jogi kick him off for good like he did with Kuranyi WAS ERLAUBEN.

Because it was fucking funny. Next question.

[sanskari-kanya]

Anatomy sir looks so hot that even my pasandida mard has a crush on him.

[mintydeluxes-blog]

I'm going to level this up From my previous post

@ye-olde-sodor Suggested Sth a black 5

I say that looks pretty fitting don't you think

This brings in a new perspective for Sth.

Literally

One: Every crew member, people, and animals in his view are os tiny like really small he felt like he had to look down even three seconds or so,he won't run anyone over if they on the Rails even vehicles he once ride in are small in comparison

Two: Now big as his Steam team, talking to face to face is easier without straining his neck or being on a platform, though he sees that Thomas and Percy are the smallest of the group which should be expected.

Figuratively

One: As they're boss and railway controller, it's no secret that what he says goes. But now that he's a train like them, especially since they saw him as a newbie ( in many ways, they're right) He still falls under the same habits. Although their reactions are not the same.

Two: He has control his own body. Since the train Have shown to move on their own but for work they normally have a driver and a fireman. Sure, there are some times when he isn't in control. But for work, it with the crew that he was given. ( They're very nice chaps)

[varpusvaras]

Combating the fact that there's no snow by burrowing under my blanket and listening to Moominland Midwinter

[uselessalexis165]

tried making some ttte memes (256)

[teahatts]

finished the wip. i really do love these two

[weidli]

rewatching preis des lebens und ich glaub die ganze porsche fahren während er ans steuer gefesselt ist situation hatte ich mir noch nie so ganz logisch überlegt aber. der porsche ist doch handgeschaltet oder. small logistical issue

[daughterofhecata]

WIP word game

Tagged by @wodkapudding - thank you! This looks fun and it's uuuh certainly welcome for procrastinating

Rules: you will be given a word. share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that start with each letter of that word. The word is GHOST (we're already getting into the halloween spirit, I see xD)

G - „Geh tiefer runter“, befahl Cottas kompromisslose Stimme. „Tiefer. Und jetzt halten.“ (Peter/Cotta AU pwp, wird vielleicht heute noch fertig - Titel: "you make it hard to hesitate")

H - "Höre ich da eine gewisse Eifersucht in deinem Ton?", neckte Victor ihn. Genoss den Anblick, wie eine ganz sachte Röte Justus' Wangen hinauf kroch. Jetzt war er in der Defensive. "Ich habe dir damals angeboten, an meiner Seite zu arbeiten, aber du wolltest davon ja nichts hören." (Justus/Victor(ish) aus Victors Sicht, weil ich das unbedingt mal ausprobieren wollte)

O - Orkanartig wirbelte der Rausch durch seinen Körper, sein Grollen ging irgendwo gegen Henrys Nacken verloren. Nur einen winzigen Augenblick später sackte Henry in sich zusammen, suchte Halt an der Werkbank. (genau genommen ist das geschummelt, weils kein WIP mehr ist. Aber pscht. Das ist aus der versprochenen Henry/Bill fic - Titel: "Sturmwind" - die ich vermutlich nachher noch hochlade)

S - Seine Gedanken jagten sich im Kreis, ohne irgendeinen Erfolg, außer, dass er Kopfschmerzen bekam und unleidlich wurde. (eine Cotta/Goodween Pining Sache, die noch in den allerfrühesten Anfängen ist)

T - "Tja", machte er, weil ihm nichts besseres einfiel. Und dann: "Das letzte, was ich über Sie gehört habe, ist, dass Sie von den Toten auferstanden sind." (Cotta/Victor, ursprünglich inspriert von ASPs "Demon Love", inzwischen mit deutlichen Einflüssen von Bessons "Venice Beach")

Tagging: @crazy-walls, @pointwhitmark, @keravnous, @alintheshitposter & @auxiliarydetective, if you want!

Word: ORCHID

[streatfeild]

gerade einen seit 5 tagen offenen wurstsalat mit mayonnaise gegessen in der hoffnung, dass er mich die nächsten 2 tage ausknockt. bitte jesus

[mymuseismorpheus]

Keine 10 Pferde bringen mich dazu, in die US zu ziehen.