#Stopped Railways

[newsmint]

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Since the monsoon has arrived, Indians are suffering from it and the main thing that has been affected and is being affected on a daily basis is transportation. Well, as you all know that transportation which completely depends on the climate, suffers the most in every situation and as the monsoon is here therefore many commuters who daily travel from one city to another, they are facing many…

[m4gp13]

Thinking about Luke's thread being cut before Percy even got to camp, thinking about Al's siblings being dead already by his first on-page appearance, thinking about Ethan having made the trade that sealed his fate before we even met him, thinking about The Oresteia "This was always going to happen. She's been dead since the beginning." thinking about John Darnielle "Their fate has already staked its claim on them from the moment they appear on-screen." thinking about Matthew Stover "This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it."

Thinking about Richard Siken "You're going to die in your best friend's arms. And you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, you've memorised it, it's all you know. I say the phrases that keep it all going, and everybody plays along."

Thinking about how fate is a tangible and unavoidable thing in the pjo world and every single time, it stakes its claim no matter what the characters do to avoid it. The three Fates know when your string will be cut and have full control over it. The oracle always knows who will die, where and when, while the people in question can only cross their fingers and hope the prophecy isn't referring to them. Because if it is, then it is.

[thegreatyin]

we made it :)

[secondhand-lions]

thinking about deathclaws btw. i think a while back i did a little doodle woth text attatched but i didn't do an image id (sorry) and also it wasnt that good but uhhhhhhh anyway. disclaimer i haven't played fo1+fo2 yet so there's no input here on sentient deathclaws

surface-dwelling deathclaws are crepuscular/nocturnal trust me on this one. Deathclaws in general prefer more cavernous terrain with lots of hidey-holes, and feed primarily on molerats, because they're blind and a little stupid and live in the same area anyway. Young deathclaws have been known to move into larger molerat dens - good for them, bad for any wasteland pest control.

large claws help dig, horns swoop over the eyes like that both for protection and so they can push more dirt/rubble around.

anyway EYES.

(rods are light-sensitive, cones are colour-distinguishing)

Deathclaws would have a lot more rods than cones, and what cones they DO have would be primarily red. It's a lot easier to hunt something when you're the one who can actually see in the dark. They'd need the extra light sensitivity to differentiate between what to us is Blue-Black #307 and Blue-Black #306 as to them it would be Tree (Don't Run Into, Ouch) and Food (Yes Run Into, Straight Into Mouth). Really really good at seeing movement. Deathclaws see more red because blood and that's important - wounded prey now looks like a beacon! especially armoured wounded prey; red shows where the armour is broken, and thus where to aim.

also! pit organ! like (pit) vipers and pythons! deathclaws can see infrared! because that's cool! being able to see temperature is pretty important for these guys. Also, the deathclaws in fo4 having black scales on top plays into this - it's pretty good camouflage against other deathclaws/other infrared-sensing creatures. The deathclaws in fnv don't have this and are instead more tan-coloured because they have to be more concerned about being hidden in the sand than hiding from other deathclaws (fo4 has less deathclaw packs? i think? idk i might change my mind on this, i'm not that far through fo4 yet)

anyway yayyyyyyyyyyy wooo deathclaws.

this was born of a love of biology and Why Animal Is That Way and giant fuck-off critters. and also i wanted deathclaw bullfighting to exist.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[mooztoonz]

“A Perfect Picnic”

This is one of my favorite rides at Disney Parks! What your favorite ride at Hollywood Studios?

[meanscarletdeceiver]

me, spamming @shinygoku with screenshots from "thomas and the fat controller's engines": you know, there are so many good bits here that you might start to get the idea that this is a good book

me: but you'd be wronnng

[weepylucifer]

glorious 25th makes me think again about that one idea i once had for a discworld spinoff set in the future that would deal with the natural conclusion to the industrial revolution arc: communism comes to discworld

[theflyingfeeling]

bye Germany I'm crying all the way home lol

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 28 - Which Way Now?

Lost in the Fog:

The Island of Sodor was hosting a visitor from the Other Railway. The visitor was a large, impressive tank engine who was helping out on Thomas’ branchline.

“I do love getting to pull trucks again,” the engine said cheerfully to Percy. “We don’t to pull trucks on my heritage railway.” “They might be fun, but you do have to be careful,” warned Percy. “Some trucks can be troublesome.” The engine chuckled. “Don’t worry about me, Percy – I’ll be fine!” Percy was doubtful. And yet, to his amazement, the visitor managed the trucks well. The trucks came along quietly, distracted from misbehaving by the songs the engine sang to them.

The visitor really did brighten up the yard every time they passed through. “Did you need a hand?” he offered to Toby as the old tram struggled with a long line of empty ballast trucks heading back for the Little Western. “That would be great,” grinned Toby. “Thank you.” With the visitor’s help, they managed the run in half the time it usually took – and better yet, his sing-a-longs kept the trucks from acting up.

“You really have a knack with the trucks,” mused Duck, watching in amazement as the big engine shunted them into their proper places. “I’m impressed.” “Thank you!” the visitor said. “That’s too kind!”

The visitor grew to be popular amongst all the engines. The speed and dedication they brought to every train won over even the gruffest of trucks and engines alike – not even James could think of a bad word!

Everyone was sad when it came time for the visiting engine to return back to their heritage railway. “Safe travels!” called Percy. “Don’t get lost!” warned Oliver. “Lost?” quizzed the engine. “That isn’t likely, is it?” “Well… no – but sometimes the signalman near Killdane nods off. Make sure you whistle to alert him to your presence.” The engine smiled. “Thanks for the advice, I’ll keep it in mind!” And with that, the engine set off into the setting sun.

Things went well at first – but then night fell. With it came the mist. The mist rose up out of every crevice, seemingly rising up out of the ground itself, swirling around and blanketing everything it touched in an impenetrable wall of grey.

The visitor peered into the darkness, trying to see which town they were passing through. The station signs were obscured – several station lamps flickered and died and a chill danced in the air, winding around the visitor and doing its best to freeze their boiler into ice. The visitor still battled onwards.

“We can’t stop here…” they said, narrowing their eyes to try and spot a familiar shape. “It’s the middle of the mainline. No trains can stop here.” “Then which way now?” asked the engine’s driver. The answer lay just up ahead, where a signal light shone green, piercing sharply through the mist to illuminate the world around it.

“Someone must be expecting us,” hummed the driver. “That’s good!” A station platform appeared on the engine’s left, and they slowed to a stop, waiting for some sort of instructions on where to go. The driver and fireman looked back, and then the driver groaned.

“That stupid signalman! Come on, you need to go remind him that he needs to drop the signal back to red.” “And you?” “I’ll go find us some hot coffee in the station house. This seems like a big station – there’s got to be someone around.” The two left their engine sizzling nicely under the station canopy, heading off to complete their respective tasks.

Normally, this would have been fine – and had the engine been anywhere else, this would have been a routine stop. But the name of the station illuminated by a flickering station lamp was Killdane. “Um… shouldn’t we whistle?” asked the engine. But his crew had already left.

The engine’s eyes darted around. Something felt off about this station. It wasn’t the electric wires running above the tracks, nor was it the eerily still lines of coaches and trucks in the sidings. No, there was something else. Maybe… the second set of points that felt like they shouldn’t be there?

“Oh, why hello there,” grinned a deep, almost gravelly voice from behind the engine. “Um… hello?” The visitor had never heard that voice before. There was no face to put to the sound – this voice was completely new, and it scared them slightly. “What’re you doing on our line?” “I’m waiting to continue on,” the engine replied firmly. “We’ll take you,” the voice replied. Before the engine could question that, they were buffered roughly from behind. There was the deep, almost howling honk of a diesel horn, and the engine was suddenly being shoved forwards, out of the station.

“Hey! You can’t do this! Stop! Stop! Driver!” The visiting engine’s driver sprinted onto the platform, just in time to see the shape of a long train of scrap leave the platform where their engine had previously stood.

The engine tried to apply their brakes – but they couldn’t. They tried to call out for help – but no one answered.

The diesel pushed the poor engine down a long, overgrown path that led down through a bricked path between rows of town houses. The mist was even thicker down here, engulfing the poor engine and making it almost impossible to see what was ahead.

At least, until the mist began to clear around a large industrial estate, littered with the rusting remains of engines. “Oi! You can’t do this!” shouted the engine. “I’m preserved! Preserved!” “No one will come looking here,” sneered the diesel, shunting the engine into a shed. “Your crew can’t save you now, steam kettle.”

The steam engine sat, cold and alone, in the shed. Ahead of them, a pair of massive sliding steel doors were clamped tightly shut. Suddenly, the engine felt a jolt. The scrap trucks had been shoved behind them.

Two identical diesels in grimy green paintwork with wasp stripes oiled up on either side of the visitor. “This time, there’s no escape,” one sneered. The other just shot the poor visitor an unidentifiable look.

The two rumbled backwards again – and then the engine felt another jolt, and they all began to roll forwards. The giant steel doors groaned open, revealing a room bathed in red. Molten slag bubbled on either side of the track, and a giant claw loomed overhead.

“This engine’s not for scrapping!” begged the engine. “I just want to go home!” The claw didn’t stop its descent, lowering down, down, down…

With a sickening crunch, it ripped into the visitor’s boiler, lifting the engine up into the air, and dragging it over to the molten slag.

“Just another poor soul, gone to meet its maker,” sneered Arry. Bert didn’t reply. He just silently rumbled away, a goal set in his mind.

This time, Arry wouldn’t get away.

Back to Master Post

[ryan1014n2]

“Then Skarloey began to laugh. ‘I’m the stick-in-the-mud after all,’ he gurgled helplessly, ‘not you!’ I laughed too, I couldn’t help it, he looked so funny. We were laughing when the cleaners came; we were still laughing when they left. ‘Poor engines!’ they said, tapping their foreheads; but we weren’t mad. We’d learned sense, and we’ve been firm friends ever since.’ ”

[prussianmemes]

cesta domů vlastní pořádkem je definice bivoj energie

[randum-famdoms]

GODS FUCKING DAMNIT WHY DID MY PARENTS DECIDE THAT A HOUSE LESS THAN 100 FEET AWAY FROM A HIGHWAY WAS A GOOD FUCKING IDEA

[thegreatyin]

for the record despite being in Constant Agonizing Pain because of my railway board im not going to fix it. in fact im going to make it demonstrably worse.

the minute the scoundrel gets enough favors + becomes besties with the wry functionary it's so fucking over for all of us

[life-spire]

Germany (by Birk Enwald)

See more of Germany.

[bueris]

watching a life is strange play through, why the fuck are they laying on the train tracks!!!!!! why would you do that!!!! that's an objectively terrible idea!!!!!