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Shalom American Jumblr and Co,
I just wrote a message to Kamala Harris concerning her national security adviser Philip Gordon and the Democratic Partyâs stance on the Islamic Regime in Iran.
I let her know that Iâm a registered Democrat and member of Gen Z, but I share Republican concerns about Gordonâs ties to the IRGC. Now more than ever, I think itâs important that the US does not prop up the Iranian regime, but takes the opportunity to allow the Iranian people to exercise self-determination. Itâs time for the Democrats to be better friends to the Iranian people and to Israel by cutting off the source of terrorism and regional instability.
Iâd encourage you all, especially if you plan on voting Democratic, to do the same! (Feel free to borrow my words)
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Feeling reminiscentâŠ
Played this Philip Gordon banger (as 3rd clarinetist) during 7th grade at the Florida Bandmasters Association regional MPAs in 2003. Back then, I was the ONLY STUDENT in my MS band who had an EVER-GROWING background knowledge of early music pre-1776 (not to mention me being a part of the minority who had cable).
With me having developed a taste for Henry Purcell (and other baroque composers besides the Bach family and my personal favorite, GF Handel), it was fun playing music of his contemporaries arranged for band.
Fast forward to adulthood, and I decided to start searching for the origins of each movement. (Thanks, Mark Polesky.) All the movements in the Gordon band piece originated from harpsichord suites. (Remember the Fiocco Allegro from Suzuki Book 6?)
Hereâs the first movement - the Minuet from Jeremiah Clarkeâs (of the Prince of Denmark March fame) Suite No 1. in G Major.
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Movement starts on 11:32.
The second movement is the Sarabande from William Croftâs (of âO God, Our Help in Ages Pastâ fame) Suite No. 3 in C Minor, played on a - GASP - a replica 1722 Thomas Hitchcock spinet!
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Movement starts on 7:37.
Finally, the third movement is the march from Francis Piggottâs Set in C Major, played on a harpsichord sample set.
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Movement starts on 6:51.
#Youtube#baroque music#Francis Piggott#Henry Purcell#Jeremiah Clarke#William Croft#Philip Gordon#concert band#early music#harpsichord#spinet#The Kingâs Musicke
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who put all these owls in my house smh
#owl house#toh#hunter#eda clawthorne#raeda#raine whispers#toh oc#ironstar gordon#toh deja theus#myocs#my ocs#a lot of these look slightly off sorry sdkhffsd#i was tryin to figure out how to art again after a couple weeks askdhdas#deja's my lil guy i love them#im more fixated on my other toh oc but yknow i still love deja too sdfkjhfsd#i be like- in love with raine and eda and makes an oc to have polyamourus epic gay love#and then a day later i hyperfixate on belos and then never stop fdskhjfhlkfsd#my bro (who introduced me to the show) was trying SO hard to get me to obsess over the wittebanes fdskjhdsf#it did not click for me until a solid week after binging the show x'D i was soley focused on raeda until FINALLY my brain just went *philip*#and now we're just obsessed and rant to eachother like every night like greek philosophers about the wittebanes and other parralels asdkhsa#anyway dies#belos is gettin his own post(s) later bc yknow#myart#-i was gonna post these tomorrow but new teaser screenshots got me hyped so sdfkjhsfd#posting these so i have time to post more doodles that are gonna get inspired x'D
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"We are the mods! We are the mods! We are, we are, we are the mods!" Quadrophenia (1979) Dir: Franc Roddam
#Quadrophenia#The Who#Franc Roddam#Phil Daniels#Leslie Ash#Sting#Toyah#Toyah Wilcox#1979#1970s#1970's#British Cinema#Mods#Rockers#Jimmy Cooper#We Are The Mods#Love Reign O'er Me#Ray Winstone#Philip Davis#Mark Wingett#Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner#Trevor Laird#Gary Shail#Pete Townshend#Roger Daltrey#Keith Moon#John Entwistle#The Mods#Brighton#Beachy Head
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Traintober 2024: Day 28 - Plot Twist
Thatâs not Philip:
Of all the engines who worked at the Big Station, Philip the boxcab was possibly the one who had the biggest personality. He was young, eager and entirely on the wrong side of too overconfident, much to the consternation of the big engines. The little engine had been brought in to help shunt coaches and trucks around the station, but unfortunately, he was distracted very easily.
âGordon! Gordon! Race me!â âNo Philip, I have to prepare for the express,â reminded Gordon, trying to stay calm. âBut whyyyyyyyyy,â whined Philip loudly. Gordonâs eye twitched. The big engine moved to head to be refuelled, hoping Philip would get the hint. Philip did not. The little boxcab trailed after Gordon, whinging and whining about how unfair it was that Gordon wouldnât indulge him in a race, especially cause they were the two fastest on the railway, surely! Philip could beat Gordon in a race, why wouldnât Gordon race him? Â
âIâm not busy, after all,â Philip added, trying his best to annoy the big engine into cooperating. Gordon wondered absently if heâd been too harsh on Thomas for being cheeky, all the way back in the early days. After all, even Thomas wasnât this bad. âDonât you have to arrange the express?â retorted Gordon. Philip snorted, his eyes lighting up with mischief.
âNah! Itâs not that important anyway â letâs go, letâs go letâsgoletâsgoletâsgo!â Gordon reached his boiling point, his safety valves popping as he erupted furiously.
âGO AND ARRANGE MY EXPRESS, NOW!â roared Gordon. Philip shook, stunned, before glaring defiantly back. âYouâre a big meanie,â he snapped, sticking his tongue out petulantly before zipping away. Gordon sighed, and set about either finding another engine to fetch his coaches or getting them himself.
As Gordon left, he muttered under his breath. âI do wish Philip would learn some competency for his work.â And then he was gone, speeding down the line with headlamps swaying in the cool evening breeze.
Back at the Big Station, something was very wrong. Paxton, the other station pilot, couldnât find Philip. The Class 08 checked everywhere, from the sidings to the harbour to the station and the sheds â but there was no sign of the little diesel boxcab. Duck joined in the search when he finished his last passenger run of the day, followed by Oliver, Stafford and finally Charlie, who told so many awful jokes that Duck very nearly shoved him off the end of the quay.
But still nothing. All five had to concede defeat and head back to the sheds, where they told the others about the missing engine. âLet him stay missing!â huffed James. âThe yards ran smoother when he wasnât here.â âThatâs an awful thing to say,â snapped Duck. âPhilip is just young â Iâm sure heâs doing his best.â âDuck, please,â sighed Henry. âWe keep trying to get along with him, but he just doesnât care about doing his work. The smallest thing distracts him! You know where I found him last week?â âWhere?â âOn the mainline! Heâd chased a butterfly half the way to the Junction and I very nearly turned him into a sardine can!â
Duck winced â he had to admit, Philip had done similar on his branchline, though that had been because he was following a sailboat as it made its way along the coast. Heâd bumped right into Douglas, whoâd torn the poor little boxcab a new one about railway safety.
It was not comforting to know he was not learning.
Duck was about to retort when the engines all heard Philipâs horn. The little engine rumbled into the sheds, looking very different. His paint was scratched all over, his number having been altered so it looked much closer to sixty-six as opposed to sixty-eight. His headlamp had been shattered by something, though what none of the engines could tell. And then there was Philip himself â his eyes were entirely the wrong colour, their former dark brown now a weird, almost red tinge. His almost always present smile had fallen flat, and they had a slow, calculating look about them.
None of the engines spoke for a long moment. âPhilip, there you are,â James finally said. âYouâve ruined your paint. You need to go get it cleaned up at once.â âIt should be fine,â âPhilipâ replied, his words slow and halting, as if trying to predict what the other engines would do or say. Again, the engines all just stared, not sure what to say.
âAre you⊠sure?â checked Duck. Stafford and Charlie both cowered a little more behind the Pannier, a little spooked and afraid. âPhilipâ considered. âYes,â he replied, a little quicker this time. Duck hummed in consideration. âWell, you shouldnât have run off like that. You made everyone worry for you. Now go get off the main road, Paxton needs to collect Gordonâs coaches when he returns.â
âPhilipâ smiled; it wasnât quite the huge beaming grin that the engines were used to seeing on the little boxcab. It was smaller, less natural and more calculated. âI can do that,â he said. âThey go in the⊠coach sheds, right?â âCarriage sheds,â sniffed James. âWhat did they even try to teach you young engines?!â The little boxcab hummed lowly, and slunk away to wait for Gordon. The moment he was out of earshot, the shed erupted in chatter.
âThatâs not Philip, itâs an imposter!â exclaimed Duck. âWe need to do something!â âLike what?â âAn exorcism maybe? I donât know!â Duck wracked his brain for an idea, but none were forthcoming. âIf only Edward wasnât being overhauled, heâd know what to do!â There was a long pause, before finally Henry spoke up.
âWhat if we⊠did nothing?â âDid nothing?!â âThink about it,â Henry went on, ignoring Paxtonâs outburst, âPhilip is completely clueless and causes us so much trouble â but this new engine, whoever it is, seems like theyâll do their work. All we need to do is keep an eye on him and try our best to steer him into being a really useful engine so that we donât have to deal with Philip being an idiot and nearly causing us yet another accident.â âEdward wouldnât agree to that,â Duck reminded Henry sternly. âWell then itâs a good thing Edward isnât here,â Henry retorted. âIf anyone asks, he had a long think about his future on this railway â we might just make a good station pilot out of him yet!â
âThis seems immoral,â Paxton said quietly. âThatâs because it is,â came the blunt addition from Duck. âYouâre suggesting we do nothing while the real Philip is⊠is⊠what is even going on anyway?â âHe might be⊠uh⊠possessed,â said Stafford quietly, the other engines straining to even hear him. âTrevor told me about it â itâs when evil spirits sneak into a person or engine and take them over. Theyâre supposed to want something⊠but I donât know why theyâd want Philip.â
The engines all shared a long look, none of them really wanting to admit itâŠ
⊠but they all wanted to wait and see what happened.
âPhilipâ seemed to change overnight. After a few daysâ worth of slightly painful adjustment, he seemed to click into what was needed. Trains ran smoother than they had in months. âPhilipâ was a natural at shunting, zipping through the sidings and doing the work asked of him with ease. Even Sir Topham Hatt was impressed!
âI donât know what happened,â he said. âBut youâve really smartened up, Philip. Iâm rewarding you with a new coat of paint.â âPhilipâ just smiled his weird, slightly stilted smile. âThank you, sir,â he replied. He was repainted the next day, getting a very smart new livery that he barely cared for at all, instead focusing on his work. James could have wept for joy when he realised his train was arranged and prepared before heâd even gotten to the platform for an entire week.
But none of the engines at the Big Station told anyone about what had happened on that odd night, keeping it a closely guarded secret. The weeks passed, and the engines kept up the charade. It was clear to them that this engine was not Philip â he had the wrong accent and his horn sounded vaguely like the screams of the damned â but they had grown fond of him, of having their trains on time and of having an orderly yard.
âPhilipâ was good at his job, kind, quiet, and when he did speak he had an absolutely brutal dry wit that had even Gordon howling with laughter.
âI still donât like it,â muttered Duck one evening, nearly three months after âPhilipâ had shown up at the sheds. âWe donât know why heâs here at all.â âOh shush,â huffed James, his eyes focused on the TV the crews had left in the corner of the sheds for the engines. âThe big plot twist is coming â I bet heâs been sleeping with her sister.â
Duck rolled his eyes â James was way too invested in a recent Mexican telenovela which a local channel had been playing. âAye, it is a devil in my husbandâs skin!â Duck and James both stared at the television as the major plot twist turned out to be that the husband was secretly possessed, and had been engaged with the maids, the sister and a weirdly attractive uncle of the wife.
âNo,â Duck snapped. âYou are not going to suggest Philip should act like that.â James just chuckled. The two looked over to the shed doors as they heard a familiar rumble.
The little boxcab rounded the last bend and raced into the sheds, much too fast.
âHi guys! Itâs been weird â I was lost! But Iâm back now â the vicar told me that he âhelpedâ me but I didnât understand. Who wants to race?â
James and Duck shared a look; Philip was back.
For a few days, all was quiet. The engines once again were forced to carefully navigate this unfamiliar engine in Philipâs body, only this time it was the original once more. And Philip hadnât learnt a thing despite having spent six months possessed. He still raced about far more than he ought to, not really focusing on his work but rather the first thing that intrigued him. He ended up in all sorts of crazy positions, including somehow getting shunted onto the middle of the Midnight Goods and going halfway across the island behind a slightly peeved BoCo.
But⊠Philip wasnât stupid. NaĂŻve, perhaps. But not stupid. And in those few days, he began to notice something; he began to see it in the corners of his eyes when the other engines thought he wasnât around.
They sighed more, when they saw him. They pursed their lips at the sound of his horn, as if hoping or expecting a different noise to come out. They scowled at his perfectly polished paint that he loved, having made his driver repaint over the smart livery with his own preferred, zanier one.
Engines like Gordon and James had infinitely less patience for his antics than before, as if their slight fondness for him had been replaced by disdain, barely masked behind a veneer of indifference. Engines like BoCo, Bear, Charlie or Oliver who had been supportive of his attempts at learning the yard before now just watched on silently, as if what they saw in front of them didnât quite line up with what they had in their minds.
Something was wrong.
The worst thing for Philip was seeing the shift in Duck and Paxton. The two had gone from being perhaps the only two in the entire yard who genuinely liked him to being little more than distant colleagues. Whatever had happened during the time heâd been lost, wandering through an infinite woodland with a million different places to explore, it had given the others a reason to just⊠watch him.
Always watching, always judging. None of them seemed to like the outcome of these judgements, always pretending to be looking elsewhere whenever Philip caught them. All of the others would attempt a smile, but it felt weak. Lacking.
Philip felt rather alone, and it hurt.
It didnât take him too long to find out why. Philip had been heading back to the sheds after another disheartening day, rumbling quietly alongside the sheds, when he overheard the engines inside.
âItâs not the same,â hissed Gordon. âHeâs not the same!â âWhy did the vicar have to fix it,â agreed James. âThe yard was finally running so smoothly!â âWell, itâs done,â snapped Duck. âAnd we have to live with it. The other Philip is gone, and we need to get used to this Philip again.â âI wish we didnât have to,â admitted Charlie, almost silently. âHe doesnât even try and learn, he just flutters about. I miss the other Philip.â
Philip fled from the sheds before he could hear any more. He couldnât take it â all his friends had said they preferred another Philip, that they werenât happy with him. They didnât want Philip, they wanted a different engine. They wanted a different engine wearing his face, working with his engine. They wanted a version of Philip that he wasnât. They didnât want him.
His friends didnât want him.
His friends didnât even like him, they just dealt with him while missing a âPhilipâ only they had met.
Philip ran to see the Fat Controller. Surely he would be able to do something! But when Philip entered the Big Station, all he saw with Sir Topham Hatt shaking his head as he poured over a spreadsheet.
âAnd he was doing so well the last six months,â the Fat Controller sighed. âIâd hoped Philip was finally being really useful â perhaps I was too hasty.â
Philip hid in the carriage siding, his mind whirling. None of his friends wanted him. His owner preferred a different version of him. They spoke of a him that had existed when he was lost as if he was better, more reliable. More useful.
The Fat Controller wasnât sure if he was really useful or not.
Philip went to the yard foreman the next morning, before any of the other engines awoke. He was in tears, barely able to speak around the painful lump in his throat. He was transferred that same day, grabbing some empty trucks and vanishing out of the yards.
Philip would end up working in the diesel yards at the far end of the line, where Douglas had found Oliver so many years ago. The diesels here just snarled and growled at him every time he tried to introduce himself, snapping orders and glaring at Philip until he completed them. In time, a different engine passed by, heading for Sodor. He looked like a truly ancient steam engine, his paint rough but showing signs of recently being touched up. He had a stern look on his face, though it lightened some as he vanished out the other end of the yard.
Philip had been entirely replaced now; his friends and his controller had even bought a new engine to take over from him, to finally give the Big Station the care and attention Philip hadnât had the capability to give before.
He gave his new yard far too much attention, scuttling between rusting hulks, constantly forced to keep his cab down and moving. If he even considered trying any of the many fun activities heâd enjoyed back at the Big Station, he was verbally ripped to shreds, the other diesels sneering and rolling their eyes whenever they caught sight of him.
Philip should have stayed in that infinite woodland, chasing butterflies and enjoying his life. Why had he ever left?Â
Philip cried himself to sleep, and never stopped sobbing.
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#weirdowithaquill#fanfiction writer#railway series#thomas the tank engine#traintober#traintober 2024#ttte philip#ttte duck#ttte james#ttte gordon#possessed#prompt: plot twist
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#boy hypno#ftm hypno#Synecdoche New York (2008)#Josh Pais#Philip Seymour Hoffman#Moonlight (2016)#André Holland#Trevante Rhodes#Solaris (1972)#Donatas Banionis#My Beautiful Laundrette (1985)#Daniel Day-Lewis#Gordon Warnecke#The Man Who Sleeps (1974)#Jacques Spiesser#Happy Together (1997)#Tony Leung#Leslie Cheung#Another Space Song by Failure#cypionate60mg
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Broke: Diesel 10 is a crazy, megalomaniacal villain, who cares about no one.
Woke: Diesel 10 is more or less, the leader or "Gordon" type figure of the Sodor Diesels. And uses unfortunately more unconventional methods to make sure his kind are safe, protected, and loved.
Bespoke: Gordon and Diesel 10 fight over custody of Philip. As a result, he spends half his time at the Diesel Works, and half his time at Tidmouth Sheds.đ
(None of this is meant to be taken seriously. This is just silly posting. Lol. For context, in my headcanon, Gordon and Philip have a father/son relationship.)
#ttte#Thomas and Friends#thomas the tank engine#ttte gordon#Rose's TTTE Stuff#gordon ttte#gordon the blue engine#headcanons#gordon the express engine#gordon the big engine#ttte diesel 10#diesel 10 ttte#ttte philip#That would be a custody battle of the century.đ€Ł#Diesel 10: HE SHOULD BE WITH HIS OWN KIND!#Gordon: OVER MY DEAD BUFFERS! HE'LL BE RAISED A PROPER ENGINE YOU TIN CAN!#Diesel 10: ALSLKDLLSLD *angry diesel noises*#Percy: Can we leave the court house yet?#James: *Eating popcorn* Not yet! This is getting interesting!
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tried making some ttte memes (335)
#donât question me on how iâm still going with these#my edit#my text#thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#ttte douglas#ttte oliver#douglas x oliver#ttte duck#ttte sir topham hatt#ttte sonny#ttte edward#ttte gordon#ttte henry#ttte james#ttte philip#ttte toby
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IT'S PROBABLY JUST ME BUT SOME OF THIS IS SCARY. THE BEAR
There's a way in which they shoot Claire that is really bizarre to me
Sometimes it's like she's a dream character
Sometimes it's like she's other worldly
And then there's a shift
A distinct shift that shows there's something underneath.
Something that's a clear incongruity with what she lets Carmy see or what Christopher Storer lets the audience see.
I don't know if it's just me
But it FEELS scary to me
I know she's probably sweet as pie. No that's not right.
I'm sure she's nice
But we've seen glimpses that she's more complex than a dream girl.
So I don't know how far left they'll show us when they force Carmy to really remember things the right way and show us the real Claire.
I might even LIKE the real Claire. I'm reaching. I don't care.
My head hurts when I think about Claire.
#the bear#carmy berzatto#sydney adamu#Claire Dunlap#molly gordon#carmy x syd#sydcarmy#love#slow burn#romance#relationship#the bear season 3#Claire is more complex#claire dunlap#Jeremy Allen white#ayo edebiri#jayo#is Claire real?#Claire through Carmy's eyes#Claire is not real#time out of joint#philip k dick#philip k. dick
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bwuhba
#thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#ttte philip#ttte gordon#ttte rebecca#ttte james#ttte thomas#ttte edward#ttte henry#casa tidmouth#casa tidmouth act 2#senjart#2x3x4#<---- thinly implied#I think act 2 gordon deserves a longer hair. and a slightly more unkempth appearance. going for that tired teacher slash dad look#''keluarga cemara'' rougly translates to ''sprucewood family''#which is a term that refers to a family who always stick with each other no matter how hard life can be#also the name of one of my favorite indonesian movies#why is it 2.0? because (men in black suits approach me and drag me outside as I scream)#5 bucks to people who can guess where I got the monologue for james' diary entry
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I love Gordon the Big Engine and his 5 children. I won't stop spreading my dad gordon propaganda. Look at him. Look at his relationship with James, Philip and Rebecca. Those are his kids. I've been yelling about this since I entered this fandom I will continue to scream it.
#hes such a dad i cant it makes me insane#ive been saying this since day 1. dad gordon supremely#have you SEEN how soft he was with rebecca in Rebecca coming through? thats his DAUGHTERRRRR#and and how James imitates his whistle in TAB and it makes me fucking insane#James imitates Gordon so much both in personality and mannerisms#and Philip literally looked at Gordon and went thats my dad now. Gordon didnt have a choice. philip LATCHED onto him#and Gordon is so proud of him and concerned about him when he stops him on the line cause sheep im going to cry#adding an entire section to my non existent gordon essay about how hes a dad
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SURPRISE!!!
Chapter 21: Despair, after a 6 month hiatus, is up!! I will warn you all that this chapter is one of the heights of hardship for this fic so there will be⊠sad writing. I havenât completed proof read it, mainly because I was so excited to get this out to you all, so there may be some grammatical errors. But otherwise, I am healthy enough to start writing again so expect more frequent updates!
#ttte#ttte fanfic#ttte humanized#ttte gordon#ttte james#ttte edward#ttte oc#ttte henry#fanfiction update#ttte the flying scotsman#ttte Thomas#ttte Emily#ttte Percy#ttte Hiro#ttte Sir Topham Hatt#ttte Philip#ttte Diesel 10
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Throwback to when I was really hyperfocused on this moment because WHY EDWARD???
(An Engine of Many Colors - Season 22)
(This post can be seen as a 2x5 post! This is also a very long post. đ¶)
Why EDWARD, of all the other characters, was the one to be crashed into, had the dream not ended? The easy answer could be "Oh, it's because 'A Shed for Edward'! They're trying to connect the episodes!" But that doesn't make any sense to me, for some reason.
The significance Edward had to situation at that point was very little. He was being being relocated temporarily to another shed, along with Thomas, which James knows about since he was just being pulled from the wreckage when that happened. It was obvious that some of the engines would have to sleep somewhere else when the crash happened (though it irks me that the Fat Controller didn't move every single one of them away because that cannot be safe to sleep in đ).
What was a significantly bigger moment during those episodes was Edward warning James moments before the accident took place. Maybe that's why Edward showed up but why as a "victim" of the crash? Again, the simple explanation is that its foreshadowing the events of "A Shed for Edward" that are starting to take place at the same time. But what about James' perspective of things?
How would James know that the events from that episode took place, starting the evening of the accident? The guy's stuck at the Steamworks. Hell, he probably had no clue Edward was at the Steamworks two days later, two days after the main events of "An Engine of Many Colors" took place.
(An Engine of Many Colors - Season 22; A Shed for Edward - Season 21)
Why didn't Edward show up as one of the characters warning James about crashing? Why did he take the role of being crashed into and not the role of warning James? And why was he the only one to be to crashed into, had the nightmare not ended? James doesn't crash into anyone in his blue and silver liveries, narrowly missing Philip and the goods train in the latter, but in his green livery, he nearly crashes into the back of Edward's goods train, which could've gone very, very wrong.
Could it be because Edward was the first to be sent away from Tidmouth to live somewhere else temporarily that James began to feel guilty? Was it because Edward, along with Philip, was the last engine to see James before things went wrong on his way down Gordon's Hill?
I'm definitely overanalyzing and overthinking this one but I just couldn't get it out of my mind. Like why Edward? Why not Emily or Thomas, who had warned James about his brakes from the start?
Going back to why Edward wasn't given the role of warning James in James' dream, I think I have an idea as to why. Let's go back to "All in Vain."
In "All in Vain," James, with some hesitance, trusts Edward to help him out without making fun of him, when it turns out that James ruined his fresh coat of paint. Edward does him the "favor" without rubbing it into anyone's face, and from the look of things, he never told James that he explained the situation to the Mayor and Sir Topham Hatt. Now what about it?
Is it possible that James' dream didn't put Edward in that role because he knows, deep down, that Edward wouldn't rub it in his face? About not listening to his warning? Compared to Philip, who was taunting James, Edward was being pretty damn serious. It could explain why James' dream didn't give Edward that role. Now as to why Edward was the only engine for James to be crashed into, I'm not sure, at least from James' perspective.
Now the simple and probable explanation could be "It's a dream! Dreams don't make sense!" which is very valid, because what was Diesel doing there? Throughout "The Fastest Red Engine on Sodor" and "A Shed for Edward," James never interacted with Diesel, yet he showed up.
I have a theory for this. Remember how Thomas and Rosie showed up twice, both times warning James?
This is definitely a stretch but what if someone else was supposed to show up in Diesel's spot? What if, voluntarily, James forced someone he disliked to show up out of fear of seeing someone he didn't want to see taunting him? Notice how it changed to James' face after Thomas passes by, which just shows potential fear. As if he's holding his breath for whoever is next. And when Diesel passes by, he still has that expression, as if waiting for something worse.
Theoretically, Gordon could've come up next as the one warning him in Diesel's place, considering he showed up seconds prior warning him. However, this would be inconsistent as Gordon is heading in the same direction as James is. While this show does have the tendency to completely disregard track placements of the engines multiple times, such as in "Emily in the Middle," it didn't do that here. But let's completely knock that one out because, remember, this is a dream. They don't make always sense.
So why not Gordon? Well, think about it. Does James really care about Gordon's opinion this much at this point of the show? No, not really. Even in Pouty James, he did not care about Gordon's opinion. He's long gone past that "phase" of trying to be approved by Gordon. James is his own being, and that's that.
So who else could've been in Diesel's spot, following my theory? Emily. Going back to the beginning of the episode "The Fastest Red Engine on Sodor," Emily is the first character to warn him about his brakes. She also appears in James' first dream, and, if we want to consider the magazine stories canon to the television series, Emily has a sibling relationship with James, being an older sister to him (which lets be honest, its definitely canon). How do think James would've felt if Emily had showed up, taking all of that into consideration? Probably frightened. Probably because lets go back to "Pouty James."
In "Pouty James," Emily is taunting James about his attitude but in a different way. She does it with reason to get something into his head (or smokebox-). In "Tale of the Brave," she mocks him and scolds him (and Gordon) about teasing Percy. Based on James' reactions, it seems that James is used to this and knows that Emily means well. It wouldn't completely make sense why Emily could've been the other person.
So who else could it have been? Edward.
While the show is infamous for having many inconsistencies with character writing, especially when it comes to the relationships between them, their relationship was restored back to how it probably should've been following "Old Iron" with the episode "All in Vain." But since then, we don't know how their relationship was. It was pretty ambiguous. We just knew they were friends, and that was that. We didn't get to see the two interact much until "A Shed for Edward."
The minute Edward warns James about going so fast, James brushes it off as Edward worrying too much. And when Edward comes back to Tidmouth Sheds momentarily, James just smiles cheekily and blushes out of embarrassment when the Fat Controller calls him out, which is an unusual response. Usually, James gets flustered and angry when he gets called out like that but not here. To me, it comes off as an overdue response to Edward's warning. Something like "Well, I guess it happened. :'D Oops."
We know that at this point, James trusts Edward because of the events in "All in Vain," which I spoke about a while ago. To summarize that post, James doesn't expect someone else to defend him with an explanation when it comes to messing up, but Edward ultimately broke that belief for him. He has others to support him, and one of them is Edward. However, in this situation, Edward isn't there, as well as his other supporters (like Emily) so James is on his own.
So could the dream where James could've crashed into Edward and his goods train been a sign to that? A sign that his support system isn't there? That they won't be home waiting for him. The only thing waiting for him is mockery. And when he ignores the dream, the next dream tries to bring Edward back, only for James to manage to gain some control and turned him into Diesel instead.
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That's all I gotta say. :] Take this with a grain of salt. If none of this makes sense, then don't worry about it. I've been having trouble writing anything that seems to make sense and isn't just a bunch of unorganized notes. :")
This was something I had on my mind a while ago. Finally got to writing it down. Starting off as just questioning it but I decided to overanalyze it like I do with things like this. Again, this could be easily explained because its a dream. Dreams don't always make sense. Things and people can randomly show up with no reason.
#thomas and friends#ttte james#ttte edward#her train of thoughts#every single time i saw that image#i just went ''WHY EDWARD???''#ttte emily#ttte rosie#ttte thomas#ttte diesel#ttte gordon#ttte philip#ttte
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#Evelyn Cotterell#Evelyn#Evelyn Amy Gordon Lennox#socialite#art#painting#30s#1931#philip de lĂĄszlĂł
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#Thomas and Friends#Ivan#Raul#Ashima#Thomas#Gordon#Flying Scotsman#Carlos#Vinnie#Philip#Yong Bao#Rajiv#Etienne#James#Emily#Axel#Shane#Gina#Frieda
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Another oneshot!
#hold on i still need you ttte fanfic#ask hoisny#ttte fanfic#ttte au#ttte gordon#ttte thomas#ttte: hoisny#ttte henry#ttte james#ttte emily#ttte philip#ttte percy
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