#railwayman

[testormblog]

The Love is Here

Nana, my paternal grandmother, also gave me a present for Christmas, always something special. Once, she bought me a metal Tonka truck, a prized toy for a poor boy like me. I spent lots of time with Pop and Nana, usually the weekends; my parents happily offloading me. Like us, they lived alongside the Beaudesert branch line, near the Waterford siding. I loved Pop and Nana and they loved me. I had a special seat and place at their kitchen table. Perhaps, I reminded them of the teenage son, their first born, they lost to peritonitis. I didn’t resemble my father, their second son, in character. Where I was inquisitive and contemplative; he was quick tempered and impatient. He had a reputation for trouble. Though, age would mellow him.

Pop had retired from the Railway. He had worked in a maintenance gang like Dad but on the Logan Village to Canungra branch line, which divided from the Beaudesert branch line. He had been stationed at Logan Village. There he had lived in a basic railway hut with other men from Sunday night to Friday. He may have been the ganger in charge of a track section although he never mentioned this. He must have had influence to obtain a job for Dad. In his younger days, Pop had worked for a sawmiller. He knew everything about timber and could fell giant trees. I deduce he began with the Railway during the depression years when building work was slow.

In the war, he would have worked on the Canungra branch line’s upgrade, part of Camp Cable’s construction. Every local, trade skilled man, not enlisted, had been employed on this project. Camp Cable was the largest US military base on Australian soil at that time. The railway line ran through it and included a siding. The line was responsible for the deployment of thousands of troops, equipment and provisions. If I had been born earlier, I’d have seen the constant stream of troop trains. Whilst Pop never talked of the war, he ‘owned’ a few US Army souvenirs; things he had traded with soldiers. I inherited his woollen long johns. These have survived intact nearly eighty years.

Pop was skilled with his hands. He built his and Nana’s house in his younger days. The Queensland style house, perched on a hill, overlooked the Logan River. I played on its large veranda, which skirted its three sides. My grandparents had no electricity. They relied on kerosene lights and weekly ice deliveries to fill their ice chest. They drew their water from a tank and the creek. They had no bathroom. Nana washed herself with an earthen ware jug and basin in her bedroom. I thought the house nice though. It always smelt fresh. Nana kept it spotless. The backyard thunderbox was also clean and ready for use unlike the overfilled one at my home.

I found everything at this house interesting. I shadowed Pop nearly everywhere. The washroom had once been a smokehouse where meat was cured. It still contained the meat trellis on which a beast or a pig was hung. Now, the butcher called weekly. Pop’s workshop was under the house. Here, there was a sandstone wheel to sharpen axes and saws, vices to hold timber steady and numerous tools. Neatly stored were paint cans and brushes, egg cupboards to hatch chickens, vegetable boxes and horse gear.

Pop and Nana survived well despite their insignificant aged pensions. Pop ran a cow and fowls and grew every vegetable and type of fruit they ate. He sent produce and eggs to the market. He also sharpened the saws for all the local sawmillers including the sawmill that cut the pit props for Ipswich’s underground coal mines.

Pop was a mystery to me and wouldn’t answer my questions about his life. He descended from German religious refugees, settling in the 1840’s. He didn’t attend the local church often; possibly because his prior work life had limited his time at home. Nevertheless, the Lutheran Church and many German customs influenced our family’s values. Pop spoke English mixed with German idioms. He was the eldest of a large farming family, who owned much of the best surrounding farm land. In spite of this, his brother had inherited the land. Mother often jabbered that Pop had heaps of money. Not so, he had just sufficient to cover his funeral.

Like my parents, Pop and Nana weren’t affectionate to each other although they were to me. Similarly, they didn’t share money. When I grew older, Nana regularly asked me to doublecheck their division of expenses. Maybe, the hardship of Pop’s work life had extinguished their flame. Still, they lived together amicably and cared for each other.

When I was eighteen in 1961, Pop became so sick a doctor was called to the house. He had never seen a doctor before and was most upset. I watched his son-in-law, an ambulance driver, drive him away. He died soon after in the foreign, sterile environment of a Brisbane hospital. He had wished to pass away at home. I was bereft. To worsen my grief, I contracted mumps and couldn’t attend his funeral to farewell him. From the kitchen window, I watched the hearse deliver Pop’s coffin to the Lutheran Church then everybody gather at the cemetery beside.

Pop’s and Nana’s children sold their house and its furniture as quickly as possible for £800. The furniture alone would have been worth that sum. They packed my beautiful Nana up to live with one of them then later moved her into a dreadful nursing home. She deserved far better. Overnight, she shrank into a fragile, old lady, crippled with arthritis. Yet, she lived for nine more years. She was my angel.

A month after Pop’s death, a girl, my future wife, slipped her hand into mine. The love from one ended and the love of another began.

[stochastique-blog]

You can be someone else

Today a bit old. Old recipe for pizza dough. Fairly fast if there is no time for Neapolitan cake. Equally delicious. Good evening and tasty dinner…😉 #home #homemade #soulfood #madewithlove #goodfood #naturalfoods #notfitbutsogood #instafood #instagoods #goodies #localfood #pizza🍕 #pizzastone #italian #italianfood #izery #izerymountains #Izerbejdżan🍁 #poland🇵🇱 #zakapior #myambition #bestquality #beardmanatkitchen #railwayman #beardman #łotr #łotrwkuchni #bezspiny #brodatyłotr (w: Góry Izerskie)

[dontforgetukraine]

Yesterday, Ukraine's Railways honored the railroad workers that have helped keep the country moving as well as the ones lost since the start of russia's full-scale invasion.

On the Railwaymаn's Day, the "Iron Train of Railway Memory" #751 departed from six Ukrainian stations. In memory of 751 railwaymen who sacrificed their lives for Ukraine. All locomotives sounded the horn of honor for their fallen colleagues. We remember everyone. Always. —Ukrzaliznytsia

[bruhstation]

steam team's seniors during their baby years

A friend group so weird and toxic to people they dislike it could rival It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia’s. They're not immune to the "I came to Sodor to avoid my problems and wanted a fresh start" trope many Sudrians also follow

Edward Pettigrew

Age: 31 as of 1984

A kind, friendly NWR railwayman who didn’t mind a lot of things and was popular amongst younger folks for his looks and demeanor. He likes showing newbies the ropes of the NWR and Sodor as a whole because he just loves infodumping. Despite being made fun of by some railwaymen for his “weirdness”, Edward worked hard and was known as the jack-of-all-trades by his peers, usually treating younger and newer railwaymen to drinks after work to get them accustomed to Sodor (he did this to Henry, then Gordon, then James). Originally from the village of Pezë in Tirana, Albania, 1940s. Due to his beginnings in a small rural village and the Albanian government’s censorship of outside influences and heavy restriction of traveling outside the country, Edward’s hunger for knowledge about the world grew more and more. His family had connections to the Lëvizja Nacional-Çlirimtare and Edward’s particularly bright and good at talking, so he became a diplomat to travel outside Albania – a step into his plans of learning more about the world. After landing himself in the United Kingdom and studying everything he wanted, he believes it’s still not enough. He found out about an island infamous for its supernatural occurrences and cases of people missing just off the coast of the UK – Sodor. Being the curious man he is, he discarded everything that’s needed for the LNÇ to locate him and landed on Sodor, gorging himself with every mystery the island has to offer. Impulsive? Yes. But for the first time, Edward felt true freedom. However, Edward got too curious and nosy and became a casualty in an accident fueled by supernatural hysteria related to Lady of the Legend and was transported around 40 years into the future, landing in 1983 with his memories all over the place. Despite losing his sense of self and having no idea what he is, his thirst for knowledge still lives on inside his head. His cheerfulness, amicability, and kindness are extensions he formed to make up for the hole inside his heart. Edward does love his friends, but he believes that if he can withhold information from them and make them all live in blissful ignorance, they can be truly happy – this all stems from his fear of exceeding his limits and being discarded (which he later copes by being a typical wise friendly old man in 1999). He often sees visages of Lady in his dreams.

Gordon J. Gresley

Age: 26 as of 1984

Joined after Henry. Looked like he was fresh out of a funeral. A young hotshot who was more polite, quiet, and reserved compared to his 1999 counterpart. Gordon started out as an apprentice fireman for the Wild Nor’Wester’s previous driver. He treated his arrival on Sodor as a desperate last resort to escape his issues and grief and pitifully believed he was “lumped with the social pariahs in the boonies”, but he’s gotten better and believed that this is where he can truly outshine everyone, much to the annoyance and chagrin of his seniors. Gordon acts like he knows what he’s doing in order to build up his image as someone who’s dependable and strong and revels in small basks of limelight. However, he was constantly uncomfortable with how Edward treated accidents as normal due to their survivors being in tip-top shape the next day and how Henry is so distrustful of and odd about everything and everyone and sweats 24/7, but he’s been masking and convincing himself that he’s not like the rest of them. He’s normal. He’s normal! Let’s all hold hands. Don’t be fooled by his sad face. Young Gordon can be arrogant and think he knows everything for being a youngin.

Henry Stanier

Age: 27 as of 1984

Joined after Edward, so he’s quite close to him. Gordon’s “senior” by 6 months. He’s always, ALWAYS scared endlessly about anything “out of the ordinary” and beats himself up over it, much to his own disgust. Henry had a deep rooted hatred and jealousy towards his peers for pitying him after a coworker revealed to other railwaymen that he’s narcoleptic without his permission. He’s been masking his disabilities despite it being detrimental for his well-being, but as long as people treated him “normally”, Henry would endure (dreadfully). He did this especially with Gordon, the newest addition to the Northwestern Railway at the time, because he didn’t want anyone else to treat him differently when they find out about his health issues. As an extention, Henry developed a vitriol towards Gordon too – he’s particularly jealous about how he’s so “ungrateful” of everything’s given to him like his fair looks, clothes, and position as the to-be face of the Wild Nor’Wester. They did become friends though despite the process not being easy. It’s okay. They became besties that were mean to old nosy folks. Initially wanted to pursue arts, but due to circumstances from his past related to his health and paranoia fueled by his past failures and “jinxes”, he came to Sodor as a half-hearted last resort to get a job. He wasn’t hopeful of having anyone respect him for who he is, but things do get better, much to his surprise.

James A. Hughes

Age: 25 as of 1989

Joined the NWR 5 years after Edward did. At that point, Gordon already discarded his GNR Green look and went for the blue attire (minus the big coat). Flaunts his beauty almost at any given time, especially when someone mildly complimented him. He’s more of a nerd (word used loosely because he acts like a know-it-all when he actually has no idea what he’s doing) compared to his canon, 1999 counterpart. James came to Sodor for a fresh start and believed he deserves more than what he’s given. He thinks he’s so tough and hard as nails – in fact it became his source of hubris because he gets into accidents and was scolded by his seniors for being so vain and stubborn. He doesn’t want to get dirty, he doesn’t want to shovel coal, he doesn’t want to get wet from the washdown suds – he only wants the good out of the work and doesn’t want to accept the “bad” sides as well, so James was branded as the “problem kid” of the NWR by older folks. James, who can’t handle harsh criticism and labels well, grow even more distant with them. He primarily hangs out with the RWS trio because they seem to understand his situation and the feeling of being “outcasted” (despite Gordon’s annoyance at his boastfulness). 

[got-ticket-to-ride]

Respectfully imagining Paul Mccartney in a 1950s vintage, lacy, pink nightgown as mentioned here and here.

It happened.

“It wasn’t only the sound that surprised. Paul wore an old pink nightie given to Fred Marsden by his mum to protect his drums; Fred himself wore a railwayman’s tunic; Gerry had George’s leather jacket; George was in a hood; and John blew Les Maguire’s saxophone. He also joined Paul on top of the piano: they lay on their stomachs and leaned over to strike the notes upside down.“

Fanfiction writing itself.

[brightclothesforwinter]

...my actual official logo, on my actual professional email signature, resembles that last one to a startling degree. (My rainbow is brighter, 6-colour, and the stripes run parallel to the track.)

(I suppose there are only so many possible stylised depictions of a railway, mind you.)

Abba era, I'm sorry

[polish-art-tournament]

sculptures* round 1 poll 2

Sailor monument by Ryszard Chachulski, 1980 (Grunwald Square in Szczecin):

propaganda: Every december he is dressed as santa claus! [photo link]

Railwayman monument by Ryszard Chachulski, 1964 (near Szczecin Główny railway station):

[no propaganda has been submitted]

[froody]

finding out that my grandma was prom queen and like de facto class president makes so much sense but it’s so hard to reconcile her being the most popular girl in high school with her being my nana. she’s always been such a strong family matriarch, so good at keeping us together. and she’s like that with her friends too, never forgets anyone, hugs someone even if she hasn’t seen them in 15 years. she had a really bad childhood and grew up in abject poverty, her childhood home didn’t have running water and electricity. her dad was supporting 7 people on a railwayman’s salary. she sewed the dress she wore to prom when she became prom queen was later my great aunt’s wedding dress. and despite the way she was struggling and the parentification she dealt with in raising her siblings, she was the prom queen and the first person in her family to graduate high school.

[subwaychuckle]

Today (25th!) is actually the Day of Railwayman in Poland! Best wishes to all working in our favourite subway!

[thethirdromana]

Re: WWI and the Jeeves and Wooster canon.

I do like your notion that the war was shorter and less serious in their universe and it fits very nicely with the headcanon I have been using: Bertie fought in the war and after he was discharged decided that was as much unpleasantness as any chap should have to deal with in one lifetime and opted never to talk or write about it when it could be avoided. I had previously been thinking some injury or illness had led to him being out of the military by 1916, but a shorter war would make more sense.

Oh, that's a fun headcanon too! I think I'd personally still want Bertie's war to have taken place in the same kind of nothing-really-goes-wrong spirit of the stories (ymmv), but that's plausible enough. For instance, my grandad served in the navy in WW2 but spent most of it sailing around the Scottish coast and not seeing much action. He worked in the ship's kitchen and peeled a lot of potatoes. He wasn't a very Woosteresque character (being a working-class railwayman from Derbyshire) but "war is mostly peeling potatoes" has quite a Woosteresque feel.

[judgeitbyitscover]

Cycle of the Werewolf by Stephen King

Cover art by Bernie Wrightson

Land of Enchantment, November 1983

The first scream came from the snowbound railwayman who felt the fangs ripping at his throat. The next month there was a scream of ecstatic agony from the woman attacked in her snug bedroom.

Now scenes of unbelieving horror come each time the full moon shines on the isolated Maine town of Tarker Mills. No one knows who will be attacked next. But one thing is sure.

When the moon grows fat, a paralyzing fear sweeps through Tarker Mills. For snarls that sound like human words can be heard whining through the wind. And all around are the footprints of a monster whose hunger cannot be sated...

[theoutcastrogue]

Chris De Burgh - Spanish Train

There's a Spanish train that runs between Guadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people hear she's running still And then they hush their children back to sleep Lock the doors, upstairs they creep For it is said that the souls of the dead Fill that train, ten thousand deep

Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died But above his bed just a-waiting for the dead Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye "Well God's not around and look what I've found This one's mine!"

Just then the Lord himself appeared In a blinding flash of light And shouted at the Devil "Get thee hence to endless night!" But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned But there's no need to push me around I got him first so you can do your worst He's going underground"

"But I think I'll give you one more chance" Said the Devil with a smile "So throw away that stupid lance It's really not your style Joker is the name, poker is the game We'll play right here on this bed And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet: The souls of the dead"

And I said look out, Lord, he's going to win The sun is down and the night is riding in That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line Oh Lord, he's going to win

Well the railwayman he cut the cards And he dealt them each a hand of five And for the Lord he was praying hard Or that train he'd have to drive Well the Devil he had three aces and a king And the Lord he was running for a straight He had the queen and the knave and nine and ten of spades All he needed was the eight

And then the Lord he called for one more card But he drew the diamond eight And the Devil said to the son of God "I believe you've got it straight So deal me one for the time has come To see who'll be the king of this place" But as he spoke from beneath his cloak He slipped another ace

Ten thousand souls was the opening bid And it soon went up to fifty-nine But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did And he said "That suits me fine I'll raise you high to a hundred and five And forever put an end to your sins" But the Devil let out a mighty shout "My hand wins!"

Well that Spanish train still runs between Guadalquivir and old Seville And at dead of night the whistle blows And people fear she's running still And far away in some recess The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess The Devil still cheats and wins more souls And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

Traintober 2023: Out Of Service

Heavy Harry’s Last Train

1956

A sad day for Harry, for he was to pull his final revenue raising train to Melbourne before his overhaul. But the way things were going, everyone doubted if he would actually get it.

He had slept overnight at Seymour before the trip, which was OK because Newport had taken on a charnel house-like atmosphere. The scrap roads filled with exhausted, sad locos ready to be taken apart. It was basically his second home anyway.

Is this the day I finally get to cry? It would be an acceptable excuse to do it.

The tears would not come. He felt drier than the Simpson Desert. Numb.

His cylinders on the other hand, always felt slightly ticklish. And not from those weird happy butterflies he got in them when he saw VR Hudson R700 Nucklevee again, but bad sort of ticklish.

Steam was leaking into them, his regulator was probably broken in addition to his sore, in-need-of-replacement boiler and if it wasn’t for the Westinghouse brake, venting as much steam as he possibly could through his cylinder cocks, safety valve and his sheer willpower in locking them, he would careen off by himself with an 800 tonne load.

He did not want this to happen.

Please, please, please I need my overhaul so bad! Even if you put me in mothballs, at least make me safe!

That’s not going to happen isn’t it?

I’m now an actual danger to myself and people. You can’t really be this negligent, VR? Say it ain’t so? Its one thing to let us get caked in filth, its another thing to lag behind on overhauls just because you want to be rid of us.

You don't care, do you?

I’m about to have my last ride and I’m actively a danger to everyone. I’m trying so very hard…

He was washed and cleaned for his final ride, which didn’t improve his mood a jot but at least he didn’t look as shabby as he did. His paint did shine a little duller though, whether from sadness or from neglect was difficult to tell.

“How are you, Harry…”, asked Driver

“Not great…” he said as if under water.

“I can understand… its a sad day for everyone…”

“I’m shit scared… my regulator is leaking…I can feel the steam in my cylinders even with the regulator shut… I don’t want to do this…”

“Lets try get through today, Har’, we’ll work our darndest to make it safe and get you home...”

“I’m not going to get that overhaul, won’t I…”

“I don’t think so, boy...”

30th of April, 1958

“What are they going to do with me? I’ve been sitting here for two years...I’m bored and antsy… and I haven’t heard from the Historical Society in weeks… Do you have any news, Driver?”

“I’m so sorry, Harry...there’s no nice way of saying this… you are being withdrawn…”

Harry didn’t quite hear Driver say these words, terrible overwhelming fear and confusion flooded his smokebox.

The physical pain that was in his boiler that was now constant but low, suddenly stabbed him and he exhaled sharply.

“No reprieve?”

“No, big fella”

Driver squeezed his knuckle coupling sadly, in an attempt to give him comfort.

“What is to happen to me, Driver…”, he said in a voice that was barely above a murmur.

“We don’t know…the preservationists are working on something… but it will take time…”

That emotional pain that was already there, more of it was being added. But he had to push that aside and think.

“What will you do, Driver…”

“I’m a railwayman, and always have been…

“There’s no place for us in the brave new world of swappable roles they are going to create… easy to drive, easy to train, which was what I suspect was going on the entire time they were doing this diesel introductory thing anyway...

Not a word of thanks for the work and love we put into you and yours, Harry…

I’ll never forget you, big fella…”

Harry wanted so very badly to cry, but the pain could not flow outwards. Instead, it settled back into his cold firebox and burned as bitterness.

The pain in his side flared, as if expressing what he could not.

He just cast his eyes downward and sighed.

There is no light at the end of this tunnel, just another, even bigger fuck-off train ready to barrel through you and out the other side, leaving you in pieces all over the track.

[weirdowithaquill]

WIP Game:

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS. (... I do not know this many people)

Thank you @jobey-wan-kenobi for tagging me in - here's my best attempt to categorise the various inane WIP pieces I have floating about. Oh, and cause I'm a multi-fandom writer, the fandom is at the end of the title.

Edit: Alright, so now I'm sort of using this as a check-off list for things I've written. Things people ask about generally get more progress done on them - so ask about what you want to read!

1: Jinty, Pug and the Ffarquhar Branch Engines (RWS) 2: Bowler the Redeemed Engine (RWS) 3: Arry the Churlish Engine (RWS) 4: Murdoch the Mighty Engine (RWS) 5: Seaside Engines (RWS) 6: Duncan the Disagreeable Engine (RWS) 7: Sir Topham Hatt and his Engines (RWS) 8: Ivo Hugh the Young Engine (RWS) 9: Arthur the Midland Engine (RWS) 10: Mixed-Traffic Engines (RWS) 11: Mid Sodor Engines (RWS) 12: The Caledonian Twin Engines (RWS) 13: Very Important Engines (RWS) 14: Silent Engine Bert Again (RWS) 15: Duke's and Duchess' Engines (RWS) 16: The 2004 Special: The World-Famous Engine (RWS) 17: Edward; a Requiem in Steam (RWS) 18: Mavis the Quarry Engine (RWS) 19: History of the Sodor Highland Railway (RWS) 20: The Island Song (RWS) 21: Five American Engines (RWS) 22: TATMR Horror Story (RWS) 23: The Reject Railway (RWS) 24: Tales From the Other Railway (RWS) 25: Tidmouth Train to Hell (RWS) 26: RWS/World Trigger Crossover (RWS, World Trigger)

27: Hyuse & The Iron Horse (World Trigger) 28: Crash-Course in Meeden (World Trigger)

29: In Orwell's World (Voltron) 30: Comfort Food (Voltron) 31: Pidge & Dr Strangelove (Voltron) 32: Keith and the Wolf (Voltron) 33: Grandma McClain and Adam Join the Voltron Crew (Voltron) 34: Planet Obscure (Voltron)

35: TDWT Rewrite (Total Drama) 36: Total Drama Grand Tour (Total Drama) 37: Pull Your Weight (Total Drama) 38: X-Treme Torture Rewrite (Total Drama) 39: A Night To Remember (Total Drama) 40: In the Hold (Total Drama) 41: Total Drama King Lear AU (Total Drama)

42: BirdFlash story (DC) 43: Jingle Bells, Nightwing Noel (DC) 44: Red Hood Reading Club (DC) 45: WikiHow Does Not Have An Article For That! (DC) 46: Manor on the Hill (DC) 47: Swear Jar (DC)

48: Malevolent Spirit (Saiki K) 49: When You Fall, I Will Pick You Up (Saiki K) 50: Dark Reunion's Anti-Love Ray (Saiki K) 51: Rome (Saiki K) 52: How to Win Over Saiki K, or a Rhapsody of a Man Not in Love (Saiki K) 53: Saiki K Europe Trip (Saiki K) 54: Kusuo's Christmas (Saiki K)

55: Jinrao (Naruto) 56: Obito, Father of the Jinchuuriki (Naruto) 57: Akatsuki Parents (Naruto) 58: Naruto & Nazis (Naruto) 59: Sakura Out-trains Everyone (Naruto) 60: Dogs Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 61: Refuelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 62: Work Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 63: Barbeques Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 64: Snorkelling Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 65: Adoption Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 66: Children Shouldn't Be This Hard! (Naruto) 67: KakaObi Regency Story Part 2 (Naruto) 68: Sasuke/Naruto Story (Naruto) 69: The Club (Naruto) 70: Atomic (Naruto) 71: Only Love Can Hurt Like This (Naruto) 72: The Railwayman AU (Naruto) 73: The Hidan Story (Naruto) 74: School Shenanigans (Naruto)

75: Just Ask Him Out Already! (Assassination Classroom) 76: AssClass Yearbook (Assassination Classroom) 77: The Theoretical Sequel to 'The Informant' (Assassination Classroom) 78: Lost in the Night (Assassination Classroom)

79: Britain in the AtLA World (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 80: Picture of Sokka of the Water Tribe (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 81: Night at the Fire Temple (Avatar; The Last Airbender) 82: Fast Car (Avatar; The Last Airbender)

83: Stay Away From Minnemeny Island (One Piece) 84: Kaoru and the German (Ouran High School Host Club) 85: Romantic Killer AU (Romantic Killer)

86: The White Elephant *The Sherlockverse* (Various)

Right... so that took way longer than expected. Originally, it all seemed fine - I have most of my things in a single, neat folder. And then I remembered I have a Microsoft Account... and a WordPad full of old fics... and several workbooks with their own things in them. I think I'm still missing one workbook, all truth be told!

@lswro2-222 @predawnrex04 and that's all the people I know who aren't @jobey-wan-kenobi

Edit 2: When I get down to like... 60 or something WIPs on here, I'm going to overhaul the list to take them off and put up the new ones. Until then, remember to ask about the WIPs you're most interested in!

[howieabel]

“Of course, even small privileges contribute to the tension between the worker and the bureaucrat, but we should not mistake that tension for a class antagonism, in spite of some similarities which on closer examination would prove to be only very superficial. What we observe here is rather the hostility between members of the same class, between, say, a skilled miner and an unskilled one, between the engine driver and a less expert railwayman. This hostility and this tension contain in themselves a tremendous political antagonism, but one that cannot be resolved by any upheaval in society. It can be resolved only by the growth of the national wealth in the first instance, a growth which would make it possible to satisfy the minimum needs of the broadest masses of the population and more than that.” ― Isaac Deutscher, Marxism in Our Time

[oishinythings]

[ID: Small green stone turtle looking up at the large weathered bronze shoe of a lifesize railwayman statue.]

Taking time from my busy schedule of blocking saucy lady spambots to bring you another Turtle of Calm wallpaper.

Technically, he’s nekkid too.