#machanics

[bluetea-00]

After a pretty rough couple days of work I drew Wukong in that new outfit and I’m completely healed (mentally)

The power of a man in big pants and a tight tank top WHHAHSG

[therukurals]

Fahadh Faasil in Aavesham (2024)

[augustheir]

Panna a Netvor (1978) dir. Juraj Herz, DP Jiří Macháně

[kurayamineko]

[fancycroissantgothparty]

Totally oblivious…

[2194teddy]

Why hasn’t been a Giant Tails AU’s like for Giant Sonic?

Tails as a Giant Fox would be baby. lol

[xxcalicofemmexx]

trans man 4 trans man + flag colors

flag credit: @arco-pluris

Trans Man 4 Trans Man: A trans man who is exclusively attracted to trans men, or otherwise non-cis men; A trans man who emphasizes or prioritizes their attraction and relationships with other trans men. A celebration of transgender love. This preference usually stems from issues of safety, trauma, oppression, and/or various personal reasons. Also known as TMLTM (Trans Man Loving Trans Man), and machan

[laguzmage]

[westaysilly]

no, your honor, i didn't do jackshit today

by a matter of fact, i stayed in bed while playing silly little videogames thank you very much

it was a good day, your honor

[wifkin]

[weirdowithaquill]

Traintober 2023: Day 16 - Purpose

What Is An Engine's Purpose, Godred?

What is an engine’s purpose?

It’s an interesting question. Theoretically, there is only one answer, and it’s a simple answer above all. There is no deep philosophical debate or grand mystery that spans out across the universe for all time to ponder.

And yet, Godred pondered it. Lying on his side, crumpled, he wondered quietly about his purpose. The little engine tried to take a breath, only to groan and almost choke on a rivet that had ripped its way out of his smokebox. Everything hurt. There was a tree branch that had managed to lodge itself through his cab and into his firebox – now it was beginning to smoulder as the burning coals of his firebox set it alight. Soon his entire cab would be a raging inferno.

“So… what is an engine’s purpose?” asked a voice. Godred blinked his only working eye open, trying to shift the grit and dirt out of his eyelid before gazing around. A figure dressed all in white stepped forwards, gazing down at the young engine.

“Wha—” Godred didn’t even manage to complete a single word before he was reduced once more to a hacking cough, one which rattled his frames and managed to finally rip his safety valve from where it had been bent at an oblong angle. The clang of the valve hitting the ground resounded across Culdee Fell.

“Ah, I see,” sighed the figure. “You did not realise it until too late, did you?” Godred didn’t reply – he felt that the answer to that question was a little too obvious, considering his current position. His mangled wheels groaned; an axle snapped and the upper half ripped into his motion, dragging a pained moan from his tattered vocal chords.

The figure knelt down in front of Godred, placing a comforting hand on his cheek. It came away red with blood; but Godred’s crew had managed to jump to safety.

“I… I was blind,” admitted Godred, finally able to speak more than a single syllable. “I… destroyed myself.” The figure sighed, stepping back for a second to size Godred up. Godred did the same.

The figure was dressed in a white robe, one that looked not too dissimilar to the robes worn by the Monks at the church at the foot of Culdee Fell. He had a plain rope cincture tied around his waist, and plain sandals on his feet. Most interestingly, he had a long, white beard and a gentle, loving smile.

“I suppose you were, dear engine,” the figure said. “Though I wonder if that was your purpose?” Godred frowned.

“What’s the supposed to mean?” he demanded. The figure hummed for a moment, before gently sitting down on a boulder beside where Godred had landed.

“Your purpose as an engine was to transport passengers and freight from one place to another, correct?” the figure asked. Godred agreed. “Well, that was your purpose until you derailed. Now, you are a martyr, or perhaps a warning. The railway will forever remember you, and you shall forever act as the spectre that hangs over them and wards them from recklessness.”

Godred scowled.

“That sounds like some nonsense that a priest would say! Are you one of them? Do you work at the church?”

The figure considered for a moment.

“That is one way to say it,” he said after a moment. “I definitely am a Christian – perhaps you’ve heard of me?” Godred snorted.

“Unlikely. The only great Christian person in this region is Saint Machan, and he’s been dead nearly 1500 years!”

“Ah, so you have heard of me.” Godred’s eyes went wide. He looked back – his corporeal body lay smashed and destroyed behind him, but he could see it! He could see every inch of his wrecked boiler, could see his battered cab and mangled valve gear.

“I’m… dead?” whispered Godred, almost fearfully. Saint Machan nodded, and wordlessly strode over to the wreck of the steam engine. He performed a few quick ceremonies over the husk of an engine, then turned to Godred.

“My purpose, young Godred, was once to spread the good word. Now, I bring the tortured souls the mountain steals to the afterlife, where they may find peace with god.” Godred shook his head, horrified – he could shake his head.

“No… no… it can’t be! I’m the Number One! I cannot be dead – I am eternal, I had the luck of Godred on my side!” Saint Machan waited patiently for Godred to finish babbling, then turned to the spirit staring mournfully at his former body.

“So, any last rites?”

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[fourorfivemovements]

Films Watched in 2024: 25. ゴジラ・ミニラ・ガバラ オール怪獣大進撃/Gojira Minira Gabara Ōru Kaijū Dai-shingeki/All Monsters Attack/Godzilla's Revenge (1969) - Dir.  Ishirō Honda

[gatarbone]

[cute-girls-from-vns-anime-manga]

アストンマーチャン by 十時＠お仕事大募集中

[intellectual6666]

Exams khatam ho gayaaaaaaa !!!!!!

(Aur main bhi) 🙂

[tanyakennedy1899]

I think we should be able to read any and all who's lila fanfcition in Schastye style. It could change the world.