#London cabs

[queerclarkkent]

Don't romanticise the Victorian era this and don't romanticise the victorian era that

I know it had Cholera

But what am I supposed to do?

It's where my favourite unhealthy twink and his doctor-soldier-author male wife live what do you want me to do about it?

[nauticaltrain]

everyone's favorite woman

(headcanons down below vv)

Heavily rebuilt British Rails Class 56, manufactured at the Romanian Works - worked as a heavy freighter hauling coal

Up and coming British national

Her personality traits include: quick temper, sailor mouth, high maintenance, and superiority complex

Physically imposing and exceedingly strong

Not shown here, but she has long, sharp nails that never break

Might have been the reason the last British national was disqualified. Who knows though, probably just a rumor...

That girl you hooked up with who promised a relationship and then never called you back

If you look up 'schadenfreude' in the dictionary, it's a picture of her with a big grin

One of those characters that you're happy is fictional

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Mazda London Cab concept, 1993, with the Royal College of Art. A prototype for an electric autonomous single-seat cab which could be used in parts of London normally closed to traffic designed by students at the RCA

[meandhisjohn]

I MISS YOU 😢 ❤️

But it is really quite busy and stressful at the moment.

BUT....at least there was a case....sorry 🙏

Sherlock's diary:

My John fell asleep in the cab, after quite a chase through alleys and across Waterloo Bridge.

Once we're home, he will force me to eat, and I will pressure him to take a hot bath for his aching shoulder.

That is how we work.

Edits by me.

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@keirgreeneyes

[so-true-jestie]

i find it hilarious that Lockwood and Co. casually catches cabs in the middle of cases. does it get really awkward when there's a lanky overdressed kid and his girlfriend with horribly smudged eyeliner sitting in your backseat, dripping with Thames water, and he's begging her to talk to him and she refuses because he nearly got them killed over a bet with Kipps

[loveisnotfinite]

I was so sure I had posted this, and yet I can’t find it on my blog. I went back watching it and now reposting. Sorry if I had already shared it and I am behaving like a boomer, but it’s such a nice interview.

It has a whole different vibe, it’s really cozy, reminiscing. Almost melancholic, but in a good way.

He recounts their first meeting, remembering their first hug and how it immediately filled him with a sense of warmness. And she says she’s so happy it was him, cause she can’t imagine doing it (this experience) with anybody else.

They talk about the first time they got the call about being the next leads, and their emotions.

I love the way Luke lights up when he talks about Colin and this experience as a whole. He looks like such a nice guy, so open, so generous, so good, deep inside, in the old-fashioned way. Like he has a pure heart. And he has such vibrant clear eyes, so full of life and curiosity, he animates so much when he talks about this season, but at the same time there’s also a tiny shade of insecurity inside them at times, and that is so sweet.

When he says that going back for pick ups was a treat? My goodness you feel like kissing him for such an admission. For such bravery in admitting one’s indulgence in one’s feelings of nostalgia. And Nic goes along saying they both felt kinda sad it was over and to have to say “goodbye”.

I love that he finds this one the steamiest season so far, cause that proves him a very uncommon observer/perceiver. So above range. So subtle in his intakes. He feels so strongly, he can tune in with romantic emotions in such un uncommon way for a man. Although being an actor can obviously help, he comes across as such a delicate soul. One of us, so to speak. And he’s so right. This season is the “steamiest” and not because it has some “visual” quality in it (season 1 was way more smutty) but it is allegedly due to the subtle sexiness of little moments like the when they are talking under the tent and he stares at Pen licking her lips or when he goes to talk to her and can’t see anything but the firmness of her lips or the longing in his eyes, when he enters in their bedroom and can’t help desiring her and he struggles to stay true to his “feelings”. And in turn, the finale, as short as their encounter in the cut, is quite steamy, very passionate: the rapture in his eyes, the way she caresses his chest, how she arches her spine during intercourse, and then reaches forward to get him closer, kissing him full mouth.

I love the way they look in total sync when it comes to their emotions, over anything work related really. The way they seem to finish each other sentences and have a way to foresee where the other is going even before hearing what they are saying. I love how they look e-o in the eyes when answering, as if unconsciously checking to one another to see what the other thinks.

I also noticed when Nicola said she hasn’t been in love since she was 9; it made me think; gave me the feeling she’s very guarded when it comes to love and I can just imagine how’s hard that must be. She comes across as so strong, confident, straightforward and yet when it comes to let one’s barriers down, she’s just one of us.

And the way this chat ends… I mean, the feels... I am believing they are the reason this weird expression boxing with English grammar has been invented. How they acknowledge how nice and kinda liberating it felt talking about this strange kind of melancholy descending upon them when they wrapped the season.

I think it’s my favorite interview so far. IDK it feels so genuine. So not PR. So just them.

Totally madly desperately unrevocably ever so doomily in love with this “couple”.

[feyd-meowtha]

Snippet from Our House AU - Bucky teaches(?) Ken how to drive

“The breaks. The breaks! THE BREAKS! Jesus Christ, Kenny hit the god damn brakes right now or-” Bucky cried, clinging onto the handle just above the window for dear life. The car was older than he was and to his knowledge the seatbelts had never been changed, so he was far form confident in the thing’s ability to stop him flying head first through the windscreen and going splat on the asphalt up ahead.

“I’m breaking, I’m breaking,” said Ken, trying to sound serious but unable to hide the sound of his smile as he eased the wheezing vehicle back from the brink.

“What the hell was that?” Bucky gasped, rubbing a hand over his eyes and watching as the scenery around them stopped whipping by at light speed.

“We’re on the highway,” replied Ken as if Bucky had asked a stupid question.

“Yes, and how many times have you been on the highway?”

“Once. Just now.”

“Yes, so it would be wise not to go TWENTY above the god damn SPEED LIMIT,” Bucky said. He wanted a cigarette. “This was my grandma’s fucking cab and her ghost will haunt the shit out of your ass if you run her into a ditch."

Then he added under his breath "Speedy little bastard.”

Ken chuckled and shook his head, sinking back into his seat.

“Stop your whinging, it’s fine,” he said, moving his lower hand out of the correct 10 and 2 positions. “See, she’s in good hands. I know how to treat a lady.”

“See, from that demonstration, I don’t think you do, cus with ladies you gotta wine and dine ‘em a little before you take her for a ride at a million god damn miles an hour. From this display I would guess you never even seen a woman, let alone treated one any which way. Turn left here” he said, pointing them toward the road that would take them back into the city.

“Well, that’s where you’d be mistaken,” said Ken, neatly flicking on the indicator light and rounding the groaning taxicab around the corner.

“Oh yeah?”

“Emma Turner, Year Twelve.”

“And how was she?”

“Nothing compared to-” Ken started, before he paused, asking, “what’s her name?”

“Babs,” replied Bucky, his fingers massaging his aching forehead.

“Emma Turner was nothing compared to Babs.”

“Yeah, yeah. Eyes on the road, rookie. She's way too old for you.”

Bucky was grateful to be back on the path toward safety. His reluctance to be killed by Ken’s reckless driving surprised him as he had always been something of a fan of reckless driving himself. He guessed it must be the control aspect, dying in a wreck of his own making seemed fair enough, dying in a wreck caused by his best friend’s lunatic boyfriend, not so much. They drove for a while until they passed a diner he recognised and he urged Ken to stop.

“You owe me a beer after that shit and I’m driving us home,” he said, as Ken manoeuvred them into the car park and made an annoyingly clean reverse park. For all that he gave him shit, the kid really was a natural driver. “With any luck you can pass your test in a month and Babs can breathe a sweet sigh of relief.”

“Nah, she’d miss me.”

A minute later they were sitting at a corner table with matching beers, the glasses sparkling with condensation. Bucky took a long pull from his, licking foam scum out of his moustache and sighing.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again,” he said, it came out a little muffled as he probed the bristles on his upper lip with his tongue.

“Because you’re a kind person who wants to help his friends," he paused for a moment to let the flattery do its work, "and you’re the only one who has a car.”

“And you don’t know how to drive because?”

“I’m from London,” Ken said, as if it answered the question.

“And your dad can’t teach you cus?”

“He’s from London too.”

Bucky shook his head, fishing a smoke out of his cigarette and lighting it.

“No wonder Aston Martin went down the shitter.”

[scavengedluxury]

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[vox-anglosphere]

Vanishing London: the old double decker buses & black cabs

[museeeuuuum]

This trip to Chicago is looking like it might actually happen, but my brain is having a hard time quantifying just how big the city is

[postcard-from-the-past]

The Hansom Cab in London, UK

British vintage postcard

[cinemaautomobilia]

Patricia Laffan hails a 1955 Austin FX3 Taxi in "Hidden Homicide" (1959)

[sweet-potato-42]

so end of april tubbo has over 53k subs

end of march he had like over 40k subs and all of these must have expired by now

this means during the subathon hes gotten like over 90k subs lmao

[londonedge]

Postbox and radio controlled mini cabs, Mile End

[ocelotrevs]

24th January 2024

Liverpool Street, London

Ig: walkuponacloud