#robot trains delly

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Happy late Easter everyone

Here is the family celebrating Easter with painting eggs and chaos.

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Robot Trains: Duke Carry Selly

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Ultratrain Delly 😳💕

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Agreed

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Are you joking? These drawings looks very cool. These two are very cool :D.

Forgive me I can’t draw trains-

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"The Turtle Terminator"

Season 3, Episode 37

First US Airdate: December 8, 1989   First BBC UK broadcast: March 2, 1992

Shredder and Krang create an android replica of Irma that’s programmed to eliminate the Turtles.

"The Turtle Terminator" is the fifty-fifth episode of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. David Carren and J. Larry Carroll are credited as writers here, who most recently brought us "Case of the Hot Kimono".

This one has an opening scene that’s as straightforward as they come, with Bebop and Rocksteady blundering their way into the bedroom of Irma’s apartment – a location appearing here for the first time in the show. Irma protests, insisting that she’s free to be abducted tomorrow but has a date with Channel 6’s star anchorman today; the mutants grumble about always getting the difficult jobs.

A reliable go-to for any given Turtles episode is to have our heroes introduced by way of engaging in a training exercise, and that’s where we find ourselves again today. The Turtles are shown looking in on Splinter by way of a still frame that appears on screen for a few seconds because we’re approaching the end of the season and there’s clearly no time or money left – as we proceed through this episode it’ll become evident that this is the most ramshackle TMNT outing thus far. The team jump their sensei only to end up smashing into a mirror. Leonardo laments that they “fell for the oldest trick in the book” before the real Splinter emerges to preach that “things are not always as they appear.”

Donatello is alerted to the sound of his Turtlecom and then... Leonardo answers his Turtlecom. That was confusing. April alerts the Turtles to the Bebop and Rocksteady-shaped holes in the wall of Irma’s bedroom, and the green teens are on their way.

Rocksteady and Bebop drag Irma to the abandoned hideout of the day, where she’s introduced to Shredder (“Mister Shredder” as she refers to him). Shreds by this point knows Irma by name, and introduces her to a robot that to all intents and purposes is a Terminator exoskeleton. The robot takes her by the hand and, amid a flash of glowing yellow light, assumes her appearance.

Shredder lurks in an alley with Android Irma, instructing her to enter the Channel 6 building and destroy any turtles on-sight. On her way in, she encounters a man selling balloons, and after spotting one of them resembles a turtle, she destroys the lot, reciting the order given to her: “Turtles... ZAP turtles!” The balloon seller breaks the fourth wall to suggest she “must be a balloon hater”.

The Turtles go on patrol after discovering a hunk of seaweed lying on the floor in Irma’s bedroom, and try to use this to determine the location of the bad guys. Meanwhile, at Channel 6, April attempts to talk to [Android] Irma as we head into the first commercial break.

When we return, April looks on in astonishment as “Irma” powers through her work. April informs the Turtles that Irma is insistent Rocksteady and Bebop were never in her apartment, despite all the evidence to the contrary. The Turtles continue to drive around, having passed that “Bob’s Pizza Co.” van at least three times now. They eventually discover a giant hole in the road, confirming that Shredder’s transport module had been in the area.

Irma’s anchorman date approaches her at her desk with the most janky animation I’ve ever seen in this series (we’re sinking to Wacky Delly-level production values here). When he says it’s time for their lunch date, “Irma” insists she’s only interested in her mission, and when he takes offence, she launches him through the air into a nearby wall. April watches all this with interest, seemingly unfazed by her co-workers throwing down in front of her.

Rocksteady and Bebop are operating out of an abandoned paint factory, where a still-captive Irma is cooking for them. In the process, she manages to trample them due to her klutziness before the food in the oven begins burning. When Shredder’s transport module surfaces in the factory, the vibrations cause the oven to land on top of them.

Shreds lambasts the mutants, who blame “this floozy here” for their predicament. Irma then manages to stand on Shredder’s foot as well, but this entire sequence is missing, and still frames of Rocksteady, Irma and Bebop appear on screen instead (the three shots above). An absolutely catastrophic sequence all-round, I can’t believe this made it to air.

Later, the Turtles spot Bebop and Rocksteady walking through town with Chinese takeout. At Channel 6, Android Irma overhears Burne Thompson on the phone to his girlfriend Tiffany. He refers to her as his “one and only turtle dove”, which results in the robotic Irma using her laser eyebeams to melt the phone. April watches this and alerts the Turtles. Notably, this is the last time Burne’s girlfriend is ever mentioned in the series. Truly the end of an era!

At the paint factory, we’re treated to the improbable scene of Shredder, Rocksteady, Bebop and Irma sitting around a table eating Chinese food. Irma’s klutziness soon rears its head again, as she manages to stomp on Shredder’s foot once more and cover him in soy sauce. When she goes off to find a cloth to clean up, she discovers the Turtles waiting to rescue her.

A battle briefly breaks out between Shredder’s crew and the Turtles, that concludes with our heroes being trapped under a pile of paint cans, while Shredder ends up with a bucket on his head. The villains escape via transport module, an event depicted via the use of a still image from earlier in the show of Shredder standing in an open module, while the sound of it drilling is heard. My goodness, this episode is a catastrophe.

Back at Channel 6, Vernon informs Stan the cameraman – he has a name! - that a report was received of a truck tipping over and “turning turtle”. Android Irma zaps the fax machine Vernon received the report from and we immediately cut to the two men standing outside the room, looking dishevelled. Stan receives his first line of dialogue ever as he declares “I’ve heard of hot news flashes, but this is ridiculous!”; the only problem is that this episode is such a mess that the line is uttered from Vernon’s mouth. April again witnesses all of this, and alerts the Turtles, who speed to Channel 6 in their van with the real Irma in tow.

Shredder arrives in the Technodrome, still sporting the bucket on his head, to the amusement of Krang. Android Irma is given orders by Krang to intercept the Turtles, who are on their way just as soon as they pass that Bob’s Pizza van one more time. The second act ends with our heroes speeding toward Android Irma, who stands in the middle of the street, eyes glowing.

Android Irma opens fire on the Turtle Van, sending it skidding into a lamp-post. The team leave their vehicle to confront the robot, declaring that “Turtles fight with honour”. The real Irma follows this up with the most memorable line of the episode, adding that “women fight with handbags!” April intervenes, encouraging everyone to get into the news van. When Android Irma uses her magnetic powers to pull the van towards her, the team plan to use this to their advantage. They let the robot cling to the back of the van and drive off to an abandoned amusement park.

While the Turtles confront Android Irma, April and the real Irma flee across the park. Irma is distracted by a vending machine offering her “favourite health food... chocolate-covered marshmallow fudgecake!” April loses track of her, and ends up meeting up with Android Irma before the two Irmas eventually confront each other.

The Turtles are eventually able to lure Android Irma into a hall of mirrors, and use what they learned in their earlier training exercise to trick the robot into opening fire on their many reflections until her systems are overloaded. Donatello reprograms the burned-out robot, now in its original state, and sends it back down to the Technodrome, where it opens fire on the villains.

Later, April and the Turtles watch as the real Irma comes face-to-face with the horrified anchorman that Android Irma hurled into a wall earlier, now on crutches. The two collide in a heap as the episode wraps up.

The most charitable thing I can say about “The Turtle Terminator” is that the story is serviceable. It’s never explained why Shredder and Krang would go out of their way to make a robotic clone of Irma specifically, but there’s a degree of novelty in seeing her cohabiting with the bad guys for a bit.

In terms of animation, this is absolute rock bottom. Astonishingly bad. MW Dublin handled this adventure, which is a huge drop-off from their previous efforts (compare this to “April Fool” from earlier in the season and the difference is glaring). It’s so bad that it’s actually intriguing – I would love to know the story of how things ended up going so wrong here and still made it to air, but given that more than three decades have passed, I doubt the truth will ever be revealed. There are at least glimmers of the great character work the Dublin team are capable of in scenes like when Android Irma malfunctions, but in motion everything is hideous, a rushed mismatch of clumsy characters, looped and reused footage, and entire sequences seemingly going AWOL. To see the series go from Toei’s much-lauded output in the first season to this is downright depressing.

NEXT TIME: I was hoping things would turn around, but the next show will see the return of “The Fifth Turtle” Zach in “The Great Boldini”. Dammit.

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D.C. - His and Hers

Debbie’s View of Planet D.C. & Beyond:

Unlike Sparky, (read below) I am not steeped in the subjects of history and politics. When in a so dedicated place, I tend to look for other things that attract my interest, and in many cases, find bits to point and laugh at.

 As Wayne describes below, our visit to the nation’s capital/capitol was done in very unique societal circumstances which was actually fine and dandy with moi. I loved the fact that most tourists chose to stay away and await a future time when normality returns, if there even is so much as a hope for such. The fact that we could drive our car safely and efficiently into and around the Mecca of Democracy and Tourist Magnet thrilled me.

 We did, however, take a ride on the city’s Metro train. At one point, we were the only riders in our particular car. Zounds! The train was clean and felt very safe, affording us several minutes to watch our fellow man going through the paces of what was likely an ordinary day in the life (I read the news today, oh boy …). I didn’t capture any funny or blog-worthy vignettes from these rides but low-drama is desirable on subways anyway, especially in these politically-charged times.

 East Coast food disappointed both of us. Maybe we merely chose wrongly, but we awarded zero 5 star reviews. In the category of Grossest Thing EVER there is Scrapple. Feeling a bit uncharacteristically adventurous, Wayne ordered some with his breakfast at an Annapolis, MD deli (Chick & Ruth’s Delly). Myself, apparently osmosing some of the above-mentioned adventurousness, tasted one bite. My taste buds immediately sounded an alarm, sorta like the one that the robot in Lost in Space blared continuously to Will Robinson: WARNING!! DANGER!! Every part of my being wanted the hateful stuff REMOVED FROM THE AREA IMMEDIATELY. A gag SO wanted to happen, but I comported myself as a lady should when in public and the alien substance safely went down the correct cavity, followed by a long gulp of water. You’ll have to Google scrapple’s recipe, but when asked, our waitress replied that it is made from “pig.” Most everything else I tasted in this region was bland, but that beats gag-worthy, huh?

The offensive scrapple is the brown block on the upper plate. Closer plate is a ginormous crab cake.

Annapolis was, um, Claustrophobia Central, at least to me. Beautiful and historic houses, but streets about 6 inches wide with parking on BOTH SIDES had me holding my breath to somehow magically shrink our Ford Edge to Matchbox Car size in order to squeeeeeeeze through. Streets everywhere, going every which way. They’ve never heard of an urban grid, I guess, but these neighborhood houses are roughly 400 years old. Apparently, SUVs were much smaller back then.

 Delaware was a destination one day, just because, why not? We get a kid’s kick out of dipping into nearby states merely to check them off the list. So … we went there, ate lunch, went back to Maryland where we were house sitting. Sorry, nothing of interest that would fill up a paragraph.

 D.C. was heavily guarded, or at least it sure looked that way to me. Very understandable in light of January 6, but access was almost not to be had, though we did see all the pertinent exteriors and the monuments. We did enjoy a boat ride on the Potomac, past the infamous Watergate Building and a couple more sites of interest to politics/history junkies, blah blah. Not technically D.C. but we walked a bit in Arlington National Cemetery. Barricades kept us from actually seeing JFK’s grave, but we did see the eternal flame, which is kinda the bigger icon, at least to this Baby Boomer.

The Watergate Office Building

Robert E Lee’s home in the background.

Our housesit was in a tiny burg on the west coast of the Chesapeake Bay. It is very low there, just plain swampy in some areas. We had one unseasonably warm day before a storm when the humidity rivaled anything I’ve felt in Arkansas. The trees in the region are rather unimpressive in circumference, but grow to towering heights, making me fear a bit for their sturdiness during a very windy day/night. Maybe they’re slender but elastic; there was no news of massive tree loss afterwards.

That’s it for me, folks. Take it away Sparky …

 Wayne’s take on Washington D.C. –

           This was my third trip to D.C., and somewhat disappointing in that our visit was while Covid19 limits were still in place, and it followed the January 6 insurrection.

      We were restricted not only from visiting and touring the Capitol, but even from getting close enough to have truly said we were there. Thank you very much you “Big Lie’ Insurrectionists.

I can’t/won’t say that I’m proud to be an American because after all, that is just a matter of the fortunes of birth. I could just as well have been born to anyone else, anywhere else on the planet. I have done nothing American to be proud of, even if pride was a notable quality. I have voted, and I have honorably served in the United States military. So there is that.

           The Capitol building is where our elected representatives decide whether to go to war, or not, who does, or does not, get healthcare protections, who pays taxes, and who does not, whether we protect the environment, or not. This is where our representatives determine who won our democratically elected president. And thanks to the battle of January 6, democracy prevailed over autocracy. The flag above the Capitol is the one that all flags flown from every Post Office to every front porch represents. This is the flag of our nation. This is the flag of America.

           The White House has been the home of our elected leader for well over two hundred years, the virtual leader of the free world for a century. It was burned up in 1814 by the soldiers of England, our present greatest ally. Residents of the White House have ranged from the awe-inspiring to the heinous. Andrew Jackson defied the Supreme Court, refusing to comply with their ruling on the Cherokee Indians, and then compelled all Indians to forfeit their lands, despite legal treaties and in many cases total adoption of the American culture, and to remove themselves to the Oklahoma Territory. Other presidents started wars while yet others saved our country, and even the world with military involvements. Our president(s) live/lived here.

           We toured all the memorials – memorials to our national heroes, and to the servicemen who fought and died in our wars. I expect most of our true heroes remain unsung. Some might say that too many of our infamous remain unhung.

Forrest Gump’s spot

Supreme Court Building          

America Bless God

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Today is her birthday.

Happy birthday Lily ^^!

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when we’re underneath the lights my heart’s no longer broken

Written by:  @omercilessmoon

Prompt 92:  High School Musical au:  Katniss and Peeta as Troy and Gabriella.  [submitted by anonymous]

Rating:  T

Summary:  Panem High School puts on a production of High School Musical.  Part 1/?

Author’s Note:  The title is from “Just for a Moment” by Joshua Basset and Olivia Rodrigo.  Katniss’s audition song is “Wondering”, sung by Julia Lester and Olivia Rodrigo.

* * *

“I’m not here to audition.”

Peeta meets her grey eyes by accident; he just doesn’t want to look at Ms. Trinket’s curly pink bob (which he was certain was a wig) or her shiny green pantsuit (which looked like tin-foil that was spray-painted metallic green) and had fully intended on staring at the wall just behind her and not on Katniss Everdeen.

Her eyebrows press together and she frowns.

Oh god.  A blush starts up the back of his neck, turning his skin scarlet all the way up to his ears.  He clears his throat, tearing his gaze away and tries again.

“I’d like to join the crew,” he says.  “My brother did set design last year. I can help paint trees or something.”

Ms. Trinket shakes her head.  “I am well aware of how your previous director ran your school productions,” she says, footsteps echoing as she paces across the stage.  “I, however, require everyone to read.”

“I haven’t even seen the movie,” he replies.

A stream of murmurs fill the air; indistinct.  They move low, swirling around his ankles like fog.  Delly taps Madge on the knee, who passes her comment to Katniss:  “Is he for real? Who hasn’t seen High School Musical?”  The two blondes share a look and giggle.

Ms. Trinket doesn’t bat an eye.  “Then we’ll be seeing a fresh interpretation!”

He’s about to say something else.  The words are on his lips, but he sighs and reluctantly takes the script from her hand.

A frosty pink nail taps on a highlighted section and he reads for a moment before starting.

“My parents’ friends are always saying,” he starts, the words rolling off of his tongue easily.  Though it’s not like the movie’s version, his performance is endearing.  “‘Your son is the basketball guy.  You must be so proud.’ Sometimes I don’t want to be the basketball guy.  I just want to be, you know, me.”

Peeta looks up for approval, meaning to look at the director, but his eyes find hers again.  He can’t read her expression, eyebrows are still knit together and lips still in a downward pout, but something in her eyes doesn’t match the rest.  He stares back, his own face now scrunched into concentration.

And then he’s asked to sing.

Madge tries to lead him through Breaking Free, but he can’t read sheet music to save his life, and he doesn’t know the song—any of the songs—of course, because he hasn’t seen the movie.

He manages, just short of disaster.

There’s no applause.

After the first audition, he’d clapped before realizing that he wasn’t supposed to.  The sound was loud and thunderous, almost awkward. He wishes that he had applause now to drown out his nerves.

* * *

Katniss is the last to audition.

She hates watching the other auditions, even the warmups.  She tries to focus on her breathing, to calm the restless nerves prickling just underneath her skin.  Her sheet music suffers as she twists it, breaking off small bits of paper and scattering the pieces on the floor.

She almost doesn’t get up during the last call for Gabriella.  A look from Madge motivates her to force her legs to move beneath her, heavy, as if her shoes were filled with lead.

She’s no stranger to performing.  She has been in previous school productions, is part of her church choir and has performed for her father countless times.  Though, it’s different now. She feels alone, no lingering presence of his soul to guide her through auditions as before.

She doesn’t need a script for Gabriella’s monologue and it sets her apart from the others.  She’s memorized it from watching the movie countless times, and she does… okay.  Despite her attempt to mask her voice as cheery, her words fall flat as she recites, “Go Wildcats!”

It isn’t until Katniss settles at the pianoforte, which has been moved from the music room to the theatre, that she becomes someone of consequence.  Her fingers shake as she starts to play a melody that isn’t an approved song.

She ignores the screech of a chair moving across the floor and the shrillness of Ms. Trinket’s voice as her eyes focus on notes in front of her.

Katniss awakens, her voice like magic.

Seems like a part of me will always have to lose Every single time I have to choose Swore that it felt right, but was I wrong? Is this where I’m supposed to be at all?

Smooth low notes flow from between her lips, sung into something sad and regretful.  Ms. Trinket’s words stop in her throat.

If I could go back and change the past Be a little braver than I had And bet against the odds Would I still be lost? Even if I woke up in my dreams Would there still be something I’m missing? If I had everything Would it mean anything to me?

She sings a verse and the chorus and promptly stops.  Her movements are almost robotic as she collects her sheet music and walks back to the corner of the stage, her eyes trained on the floor.

* * *

Ms. Trinket is a firm believer in first impressions and on principle, does not do callbacks.  She spends most of her night going over her audition notes and placing them into her red binder behind the director’s copy of the script.

* * *

The cast list is posted before the first bell on the following day.

Peeta doesn’t look at it.  He doesn’t need to, walking past the group of students surrounding it on his way to homeroom.  His audition was just formality. He knows Katniss got Gabriella.  The rest didn’t matter.

Rye intercepts him partway, grinning ear to ear.  “Congratulations little brother,” he says, patting a hand on Peeta’s shoulder.

“For what?”

“The cast list?” Rye shakes his head.  “I thought you’d be more excited.”

“I haven’t seen it.”  Peeta blinks, unfazed.  “You saw her audition.”

Rye shakes his head.

He drags Peeta to the bulletin board outside the theatre and it’s second from the top in Ms. Trinket’s careful printing.

Troy Bolton (understudy) …  Peeta Mellark

“I told you to sign up, but I didn’t think you’d create some sort of elaborate plan!”  Rye says.

Peeta hardly hears his brother as he’s overcome with dread.  “This wasn’t the plan,” he says.  

Join the crew and talk to the girl.  That was the plan.

Peeta didn’t know how his brother had found out about his crush.  He’s never mentioned it.  He’s spent his whole life working up the courage to talk to her, creating plans and rehearsing opening lines she’d probably hate anyway.

“If you worked in the upcoming musical, you’d have some common ground,” Rye had suggested at dinner one night.  Ms. Trinket had approached him last semester to be the stage manager. He knew all of the production details weeks in advance and tried to help Peeta.

Peeta would need all the help he can get.

He’s not a performer and can barely make eye contact with Katniss without blushing.  He’s the understudy, thank god, but he’s still going to be practicing with her.  Or at least, he hoped he would.

The first bell rings, signalling class in three minutes.

“First rehearsal is Thursday at four,” Rye winks.

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Nah, cuz i did NOT like how Duke treated Selly in season 3mf hypnotized her ☹️☹️

And to fix that, these two are Zeroiris, fr.

Selly may knitted a pretty long scarf for Duke, but he's actually quite fond of it 💞

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Being Supportive

Redrew this pic found on Twitter which happened to be a new trend. You know me that I had to draw my favourite couple because I love them so much.

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Happy Valentine's day

I don't celebrate the Valentine's day. I'm not the biggest fan of this event. However I wanted to draw these two cupcakes together

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Some Lily arts. I love my little girl.

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Thanks for the answer :D. Yay another Delly fan.

Can you tell me about your favourite ships in Robot Trains?

Well, I can tell you now…

Kay x Jackie (my Original Character)-slightly incest.

Kay x Brinda (my original character)-slightly incest.

Brinda (my original character) x Teo (Malena the mama demon’s original character)

Brinda (my original character) x Dark Victor (Malena the mama demon’s original character)

Orinda (my original character) x King Trollex (Trolls World Tour)

Sheo (my original character) x Victor (my original character)- slightly incest…

Victor (my original character) x Wasp (Malena the mama demon’s original character)

Calypso (my original character) x Lyla

Victor (my original character) x Stephany

Niko (my original character) x Amanda

Kay x Duke

Kay x Alf

Duke x Selly

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By the way, I can’t list all of my favorite ships…

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Sleepy Selly :D

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Be careful

"You need to be more careful Duke"

"..."

(You can see this both as romantic or platonic, fine by me)

Humanizations: @mica-mice