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[amenouzumeshi]

Flora's Pants 1 & 2

[motharaya]

Here's Flora and her coach! I got so confused making the coach lmao

And here's the coach solo!

[coridalori]

some sodor friends

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2024: Day 10 - Flora

Flora and the Great Waterton Flower Show

Flora the tram engine works on a small logging tramway on the eastern side of the island of Sodor. It begins at Vicarstown before heading inland to Great Waterton, the site of a major waterworks. The line mostly transports the water from the waterworks or logs from the numerous small timber plantations that surround the little town. During harvest season, Flora would even take the produce from the farms. Her little line travelled along a road, so Flora needed cowcatchers and sideplates by law – but the road was unpaved, and so very few people liked to drive along it.

The only engines Flora really met were the few who spent time at Vicarstown. She’d made good friends with Bear the diesel and the Scottish Twins, but she avoided the big engines. They were just too pompous for the little sunshine-yellow tram.

One morning, Bear rumbled into the yard to see Flora looking even sunnier than usual! “What’s got you so excited?” asked Bear. “The Great Waterton Flower Show is on tomorrow,” beamed Flora. “And I’ve just been given a new coat of paint for the celebration!” Bear had never been to a flower show before, and thought they sounded rather silly when flowers grew everywhere already, but he decided to support his friend.

“Are you going to see it?” he asked. Flora practically whistled with glee. “They’re holding it at the station!” she exclaimed. “And I’m even going to be decorated! I’m going pull so many passengers in Moseley.” Moseley – Flora’s sleepy tram coach – stirred at the mention of his name, opening a bleary eye. He was getting cleaned for the celebration, and there was a workman polishing his stair railing.    

“See, he’s so excited!” chirped Flora. Bear wasn’t sure what was different about Moseley to hint at excitement, but was happy for his friend anyway.

Flora was so excited that she could barely sleep – but sleep she did, much to her shedmates’ thankfulness – and soon she was being steamed up for her first trip so the Great Waterton Flower Show.

Gordon met her at the platform with a train of his own. Passengers flooded from his coaches to swarm Moseley, who was quite stunned at the turn of events! “I can’t hold this many!” he spluttered. Flora chuckled and went to fetch a couple spare coaches from the carriage sidings. When she returned, she found Gordon staring at her consideringly.

“So you must be Flora,” he said. “I am surprised we have not met properly before.” “Ah, well I am busy,” Flora replied, not wanting to admit that she avoided him. “Well,” hummed Gordon, “that’s alright. Though I do think it mustn’t be that important – you’re tucked away on your little insignificant branchline, after all.” Flora glared, but just trundled away with her heavy train of passengers. She didn’t want Gordon’s dismissiveness to spoil her day.

The flower show was stunning! The various gardens were spotless, with flowers in all shades of the rainbow. Some were tropical, and had special sun lamps to keep them warm and snug while others were from the furthest winters, and were in special pots that kept the soil cool for them. Flora was in love! She spoke to every gardener who would listen, and her driver managed to get a couple to agree to redo the flower boxes at Vicarstown sheds.

Then, Flora went to pick up the special guest. She wasn’t sure who it was, but considering how nervous the mainland diesel looked when he slowed to a stop it was someone very important. Flora had even been given a special, ultra-luxurious coach for the guest, and there was a red carpet!

Then, the guest stepped out and Flora couldn’t hold in her stunned gasp. It was the Queen! “I’m about to pull Her Majesty!” hissed Flora in astonishment. “But I thought the Queen only went to the Chelsea Flower Show?” “She’s come to judge some of the gardens apparently,” her driver replied, equally as stunned. “Let’s give her a grand ride.”

Flora was extra careful as she made her way down her little tramway, wincing at every little bump she felt in the rails. As much as her little line was beautiful, it was also not meant for such important passengers. Flora hoped the Queen was enjoying the scenery more than the track!

When they arrived, there was a great reception waiting! The mayor and the local councillor and all the guests, contestants and locals were waiting for Her Majesty, and had prepared a special high tea for her. But instead of following the mayor, the Queen turned and made her way up to where Flora was standing.

“Thank you very much for a smooth ride,” the Queen said. “You are perhaps the brightest and most cheerful little tram I have ever met. Do you enjoy flowers too?” “Y-y-yes, Your Majesty,” gulped Flora. The Queen chuckled. “There’s no need to be nervous,” the Queen said kindly. “I just noticed your nameplate – were you inspired by the flowers, by any chance?” “I was,” admitted Flora. “I really like daffodils.” “I do too,” replied the Queen, and for the first time, Flora got a chance to see Her Majesty’s outfit – it was the same shade of yellow as her! The Queen waved to someone, and they walked over. It was a photographer. “Would you take a photo of us?” she asked. Flora blushed bright red! “With me!” she squeaked.

The Queen just nodded. The pair posed for the photographer, and then the Queen turned to Flora one last time.  

“I hope you also enjoy the flower show today.” And with that, the Queen headed off for her special tea. Flora felt faint. The rest of the day seemed to just flash by, and all too soon she was backing into the sheds. Both Gordon and Bear were there.

“How was your little flower show?” asked Gordon, smirking at the little tram. “Fabulous!” grinned Flora. "I heard you had a special visitor," said Bear, looking excited.  "Who?" snorted Gordon. "Aslan of Narnia?!" Flora was about to retort when her driver ran over. “Someone’s here to see you again!” he exclaimed excitedly. He nodded his head, and all three engines looked over. Gordon’s eyes widened to the size of serving platters as he spotted The Queen stepping over the rails towards the shed.

“Your Majesty?!” he spluttered. “What an honour!” “Indeed,” replied the Queen. “It is an honour for me to present Flora with a special award: the RHS President’s Award for Best Flora.” She pulled out a large medal and placed it on Flora’s lampiron. Flora was beside herself with excitement! “I also wanted to personally thank you again for such a smooth ride today – your little line is absolutely stunning, Flora, and I wish you many more successful years.” She turned. “As for you, Gordon – well, maybe next year.”

And with that, the Queen strode away, leaving behind a speechless Gordon, a cackling Bear and one very proud Flora!

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[number1spongebobfan]

More engines and their best ponies!

(I know nobody asked for this, but I couldn't resist <3)

[ttteconfessionsrevived]

Bwaaaaaahhhhhahahahahahahaha static interference lol

[venusimleder]

Giola, May 2003.

Ph. Thomas Goldbaum

[florasletter]

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Yellow Roses by Thomas Collier (watercolour on paper)

[hazel-of-sodor]

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Charles Hatt stepped down from Clarabel into grass that nearly reached the doors of the coaches in places, the mine’s abandoned equipment looking for all the world like monsters of a lost world beneath the vines covering them.

The rails creaked but held under Cassandra's weight, the engine staring ahead at the shed at the end of the mine sidings.

“I assume this is where you've hidden an engine?” He asked as he helped Amanda and Barbara down from the coach, Stephen and Bridget, clambering down eagerly by themselves.

“Five of them,” Cassandra said solemnly. 

“Your father wanted to be here for this,” Stephen looked back to see his Mother climbing down from Annie, her face usually serious. “But someone had to distract the other railway while you came, and he was best for the job.”

Charles snorted, his liaison with the Other Railway had looked panicked when he informed them his father would be covering for him while he took a day's vacation with his family.

“I’m sorry.” Cassandra said suddenly.

Charles turned to the tank engine, confused, “Whatever for?”

She looked back, meeting his gaze, “for lying to you.”

“I don't understand.”

“You will when you open the shed.”

His mother placed a hand on his shoulder, “She didn't lie to hurt you, but to protect others.”

He glanced back towards his mother, then back to Cassandra, “why do I have the feeling I won't like what I find.” He asked cautiously.

“You’ll like what you find,” the tank engine promised, “but you may not like me very much after.”

“Or me.” Barbara added before he could reply. He glanced back toward his sister in confusion.

“I helped hide them,” she said, as if that was supposed to explain anything.

His mother looked back at her sister with a frown, “I wasn't aware of that.”

Barbara looked defiant, “I fired Thomas that night, as Johnathan was unwell.”

Charles looked towards the shed in uncertainty, did he want to know something that was already causing this much trouble within his family?

His wife, bless her, knew him well enough to answer. She took his hand, “You won't be able to rest until you know.”

He nodded, “you're right as alway dear.”

He squared his shoulders, he was the Fat Controller of the North Western Railway. The Other Railway had not beaten him, neither would this. He strode forward and opened the shed door slowly but with purpose. 

It took for a second for his eyes to adjust to the darkness in the shed, but when he did, his knees nearly gave out.

“Charles!” Amanda cried, but he was already scrambling forward.

“Hello to you too little brother,’ Toryreck rumbled happily. Elsbridge, Callan, and Glynn also greeting him.

Alive! They were Alive!

His siblings were ali…

A sudden realization broke over him like a tidal wave of icey water, chilling him to the bone.

He turned slowly, “you knew.” He said.

“You knew and let me think they were dead!?!?” He was unable to keep his voice from rising into a shout.

“You're mother only found out a few weeks ago,” Cassandra said mildly, “we’ve been trying to get you here ever since.”

She then sighed softly, “but yes, we knew.”

Charles grit his teeth against the hot ball of anger in his stomach. 

‘A man who lets his anger control him is a fool. Don't be a fool as I have been far too many times.’ His fathers words came to him and he forced himself to breathe deeply, before responding.

“Why.” He snapped. “Why would you let me think they were dead?” A part of him noted he still had work to do on controlling his temper.

“Because they are not the only ones,” Cassandra, no Caomhnóir, said. “If it had just been them, I would have told you that day…”

“But they had been hiding engines for years at that point,” Barbara said. “Revealing them risked revealing them all.”

“They were our siblings!,” Charles glared at his sister, “and you let me believe they were dead!”

“When was I supposed to tell you?” Barbara demanded, “By the time you returned they had been hidden for over a year and it was clear you would become the new Fat Controller. Sodor couldn’t risk having you compromised in any way, or the Other Railway would take over.”

“Then why now?” He asked, “I’m Controller for the North Western Railway, it's more of a risk now then ever.”

His sister smirked, “because you said railway, not region.” 

He fell quiet at the accusation, his sister smirked at him.

“You know what we're up against. The Other Railway has ordered all steam engines scrapped. Sodor will stand the gap. The Lady demands it.”

Charles understood what she wasn’t saying, “I was gonna find out no matter what.”

“And they would come for you no matter what.” His sister finished

“I couldn’t justify keeping this from you any longer.” Cassandra spoke up.

Charles sighed, suddenly exhausted, aware his job had become not only more difficult, but far more important. He laid a hand on Toryreck’s bufferbeam and glanced over to Cassandra, trying to gather his thoughts.

“When father told me about you being Caomhnóir,” he began, “I thought that being the Lady’s Champion meant dealing with the occasional ghost engine, not saving the steam engine from extinction.”

Cassandra blushed. “In my defense,” she said, “your father told me that if a Lady asked for something within your abilities, it would be very rude to refuse them without good reason.”

“It was one of the times I was mad at him wasn't it,” his mother asked dryly.

“I didn't ask…but most likely.”

Charles sighed, there was nothing for it. He had a job to do, and Hatts didn't back down from their duty.

He looked up at the tank engine, “alright little sister, what do you need from me?”

A/N: Hello Loves! As the summary says, this takes place between chapters 3 and 4 of 'A Life Well Lived.' If this feels familar to you, its because we saw his father react to the same reveal. Love Y'all!

[tomscholes]

another, tiny tiny love letter to the overgrown paths of late spring - I can't wait to see you again <3 (digital kit x watercolor sketches) + detail zooms + deconstructed

[daikenkki]

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[rabbitcruiser]

Benches/Chairs (No. 76)

Balboa Park, San Diego (three pics)

Nassau, Bahamas

Charlotte Amalie, Saint Thomas (two pics)

Allure of the Seas (four pics)

[supernightboy08]

My comfort characters part 7:

1. Arthur

2. Thomas The Tank Engine

3. Toad

4. Barbara

5. Pikachu

6. Sylveon

7. Ren & Stimpy

8. SpongeBob SquarePants

9. Cure Flora

10. The Powerpuff Girls