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ms-fandomgirl · 1 year ago

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BBHG: Japanese Curry (Ch. 1)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Words: 1,658

Summary: A chance encounter in the Shibuya Train Station leaves you with a sore shoulder and a mysterious bento box. You’re willing to write the incident off and move on, otherwise preoccupied with navigating a new city and a new job, but a bombastic blond, meddling friend, and fate itself seem to have other plans.

Genre: Pro Hero AU, fluff, strangers to lovers, medical setting

Links: Next Chapter | Masterlist | Cross-posted on Ao3!

Japanese Curry - a thick curry with a stew-like consistency, commonly including a protein, sweet onions, carrots, and potatoes. With many variations ranging from regions to households, it has become a staple comfort food in Japan.

Tokyo was a living, breathing city. Its body was an ever-changing collection of homes, pop-up stands, and skyscrapers, stretching out as far as the eye could see and held together by the sinuous wires of telephone poles and railway tracks. Beautiful, messy, and thriving, it was all thanks to the heart which lay beneath. The pulse, strong and steady despite the city’s nature towards change, thrummed with citizens’ going about their day, carrying life which echoed throughout train stations and ricocheted off neon signs.

Overall, Tokyo was a beast, wild and untamable, especially when compared to your small rural hometown where people moved slowly and time moved even slower.

Descending into the underground railway station too early on a Monday morning, Tokyo definitely felt untamable, but not in a sense of freedom or adventure. Bento clutched in your hands and cross-body bag acting as a shield, you felt more like you were training for battle as you made your way down to the train station platform.

‘A straight ride through Shinagawa and then-’ the train doors opened two minutes early, causing a physical wave of panic to ripple through the crowd of hurried passengers as they pushed onto and off of the platform.

Time slowed, reduced to excruciating seconds as you watched the open doors get farther and farther away. You took a step forward, desperate to make up the difference and scuffed the toe of a stern looking businessman in the process. He retaliated in response, briefcase bumping you just enough to be forceful.

You threw out your arms to stop yourself, but there was nothing to brace against. Already dreading the embarrassment that was sure to follow your complete wipe-out, you gasped as you instead careened into an incredibly hard chest covered by a very soft army green hoodie. The scent of warm caramel and expensive smelling cologne invaded your senses, and for a second, you thought disaster had been avoided. That is, until your bento box, along with his, fell to the ground with a soft thud in the chaos.

“Watch it,” the stranger growled. He bent over, grabbing both bentos and shoving yours into your arms. You began to offer your thanks, but the stranger didn’t care to wait, immediately muscling his way through the crowd until he was lost from your sight.

“What an asshole,” you grumbled. A mother nearby gasped and covered her daughter’s ears. You opened your mouth to apologize, but she had already disappeared as well. Once again, you were left alone with only your bag, bento, and the rush of the train station.

You would like to say that the day got better, but it, in fact, did not.

Arriving at the Tokyo Central Hospital, you began your shift, checking on your assigned patients and tidying up the rooms. Things were normal, easy even, which should have been your first indicator that something was bound to go wrong. People called the ICU: Quirk-Related Injury unit many things, but “normal” and “easy” certainly weren’t among the commonly used phrases. Descriptors such as “crazy” or “a living nightmare” were much more accurate and commonly whispered over the water cooler in the breakroom.

It was right after your mid-morning break that things began to spiral. The springtime air made the general public get out and get active, but this also seemed to be the case for villains as well. One with a particularly destructive quirk had targeted a heavily populated food court, and you suddenly had an influx of patients to care for who got caught up in the crossfire.

In situations like this, time was a blur. You weren’t sure how long you had been working for, but you did know that you had just collected the charts for the last new admittee when Hina, a fellow nurse, dragged you by the arm into the breakroom for a very late lunch.

Walking to the far corner of the room, Hina flopped down into an unyielding plastic chair by the window, digging around in her satchel until she produced a crinkly bag of Tanko octopus chips. She opened the bag facing away from her, shoveling a handful into her mouth and swallowing so quickly you were glad that you knew how to perform the Heimlich.

“I can’t believe you’re still eating those,” you said, taking the seat across from her.

She shrugged her shoulders, giving you a sheepish grin. “They’ve really grown on me!”

You raised an eyebrow and eyed the package, looking at the small image of a hero nervously smiling at the camera. “Before the Suneater commercial, you used to say that you were allergic to octopus whenever we went out so you’d never have to eat it.”

“Well, these are octopus flavored chips, not octopus chips. There’s a difference,” Hina replied, smoothing out the empty package so she could lovingly stare into Suneater’s eyes. You were pretty sure Hina would spontaneously combust if she came within ten feet of the man in question, and you only hoped that you were there with popcorn and a camera if the day ever occurred.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “the difference is that you’re a simp.”

Unwrapping the pastel orange cloth from your own bento, you nearly missed the box as you went to grab your first bite, otherwise preoccupied with watching yet another hero interview that Hina was showing you: Suneater and Lemillion Answer Google’s Most Popular Searched Questions. You had been experimenting with your family’s curry recipe last night, and it was the best one yet: undeniably spicy, but with a soothing sweetness that came from adding in a dash of local honey. As expected, your tastebuds were immediately assaulted by the sting of spice. However, instead of dying out, the burn grew and grew, until your tongue began to go numb with the heat.

“Hey!” you spluttered, immediately looking for any type of liquid that would offer relief. “This isn’t my lunch!”

Reaching across the table, you grabbed Hina’s grape Ramune, downing half of it in two gulps. Unfortunately, the added combination of the carbonation and spice made everything worse, your face beginning to turn red from your uncontrollable coughing. A hand holding a small paper cup of water appeared in your periphery, and you gratefully looked up at Hina, your savior. Grabbing the cup, you let out a breath of relief as you drank, the water feeling like heaven as it slid down your throat. Eventually, the spice dissipated and you were left with residual tears in your eyes and embarrassment causing you to sink low in your chair. Although collapsing in a room full of doctors wouldn’t have been the worst-case scenario, you knew that you’d never hear the end of it.

“What was that all about? I thought you said that you had almost perfected your recipe?” Hina asked.

You grabbed a bit of curry covered vegetable, glaring as you inspected it closely. “My curry recipe is almost perfect. But this isn’t my curry at all.”

“Look,” you said, waving around the vegetable in question, “I don’t even like squash.”

You continued to pick at the curry, separating the vegetables into somewhat identifiable piles while Hina looked deep in thought.

“Did someone here try to prank you?” she asked. “I know there was that prank war that happened in PT and Recovery, but targeting your lunch seems like a harsh way to start things off.”

“I don��t know.” Of course this would happen to you. First with the influx of patients, and then this morning with the train station– “It was that guy!” you yelled, slamming your chopsticks on the table. Hina jumped, clutching her drink to her chest and looking at you with wide eyes.

“I almost wiped out in the train station this morning, but some good-smelling asshole caught me and handed me back my bento after I had dropped it. I guess he accidentally gave me his, though.”

At this news, Hina looked at both you and your bento with a curiosity that you knew all too well. It was the glint in her eye that she got when she discovered a new TV show or Suneater interview - an omen of mischief and oncoming obsession - and it was now directed at you.

“Oh?” she asked, trying her best to give you an innocent smile. You knew better, waving off her batting eyelashes. “A meet-cute in the train station?”

You groaned but made no attempt to dissuade her. Any denial was proof at this point. “More like a meet-fight. That guy was rude as hell.”

“I don’t know, this could be the beginning of your enemies-to-lovers arc,” Hina teased, giving you an exaggerated wink that sent the both of you into a fit of giggles.

“You read too many romance books.” You tried to sound annoyed, but the facade crumbled when she stuck her tongue out at you.

Jumping at the chance, Hina began to regale you about her latest purchase at the bookstore down the street. You continued to pick at the bento before you, figuring that spicy food was better than no food and now stubbornly determined to finish despite the heat. There was no way you were losing to some stranger’s Japanese curry.

One intercom announcement later, and you and Hina were pulled back into work, idle fantasies and what-ifs lost to the very real needs of your job. By the end of the day, the only memories of the morning were rinsed down the drain and stacked neatly on the drying rack. After all, Tokyo was one of the biggest cities in the world. The only way you would meet the good-smelling asshole again would be through an act of fate itself.

A/N: Thanks so much for joining me on this journey of posting my first multi-chapter story! Technically, Violet Petrichor has two chapters, but since it is only an epilogue, I don't count it like I do this one. Also, I would like to caveat this whole fic by saying that I am not in the medical field at all, so if something is terribly inaccurate, I'm sorry.

I currently have a plan to post once a week every Friday!

As always, reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated, but please do not repost here or on other platforms. However, fan arts, edits, or anything like that are beyond amazing and totally welcome! If you have a question about it, just ask me.

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fatehbaz · 6 months ago

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Today's environments of racialized confinement built on yesterday's colonial plantation.

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[I]t was not simply the enclosing of Malaya's landscape that led to the conditions, framework, and systems of power [...]. [While] enclosure [...] functioned [...] to map and codify the landscape but also to dispossess [...], confinement worked to separate those groups into narrowly prescribed spatial categories that were [...] policed by the state. In the case of Malaya, this separation was governed through race. [...] British administrators [...] weaponized [this policy] [...] with the resettlement of hundreds of thousands [...] into so-called new villages during the emergency period [in the 1950s] [...]. [T]hough British actions during the emergency certainly accelerated forms of confinement [...], the policies and ideas that shaped the creation of these spaces emerged and evolved over the course of the [earlier] colonial period in Malaya. The spatiality of [confinement] [...], in other words, did not simply emerge out of new Cold War military strategies, but was rather built over a geography of confinement established long before the 1940s and 1950s. [...]

The rubber industry, which barely existed at the turn of the twentieth century, quickly became Malaya's primary export commodity by the end of World War One [...]. By 1922, Malaya had over 2,200,000 acres of rubber planted [...]. [F]oreign owned [plantation] estates recruited large numbers of migrant workers from South Asia. Initially brought to Malaya under repressive indentured labor policies [...] [b]etween 1860 and 1957, an estimated four million South Asians traveled to Malaya [...]. [M]obility was a defining characteristic of the plantation labor regime [...]. [T]he infrastructure, living arrangements, and social amenities within the plantation were minutely planned exercises in social control and stratification [...] prescribed along racial and caste lines [...]. The Malayan emergency began in 1948. Following [popular outrage against British plantation managers] [...], the colonial government in Malaya declared a state of emergency across the colony [...] that would last for over a decade. [...] [T]he British colonial state accelerated forms of territorialization and land parcelization in Malaya during the emergency period [as Britain mobilized to crack down on leftist and anticolonial sympathizers].

These efforts [...] involved the complete reimagining and remapping of Malaya's landscape and social geography [...].

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The British undertook this spatial reordering in a number of different ways. One involved the creation of 'White' and 'Black' areas throughout the country. In 'Black' areas, which in early days of the emergency denoted all territory in the colony, people were subject to curfews, food restrictions, and travel bans, including in urban spaces such as Kuala Lumpur and Penang. [...] [B]ut the chief way that the British colonial state manipulated the region's natural and social environment was through its policy of resettlement. Resettlement, which emerged beginning in 1949, was primarily - though not exclusively - directed towards Malaya's large population of Chinese ‘squatters’ [...]. By 1945, [...] an estimated 400,000 Chinese squatters lived in the colony. [...] [T]he British government [...] began the process of forcibly resettling the country's rural Chinese population [...] closer to existing colonial infrastructures such as railways, roads, and rubber estates - where they could be more easily watched and controlled. These new spaces [...] became the centerpiece of Britain's [...] efforts in Malaya [...]. [M]ost new villages were built utilizing a particular planning style that maximized the security of sites and ensured the constant surveillance and policing of its inhabitants. Villages had a perimeter lined with double barbed wire fencing and lighting, guarded entrances, [...] and a police station [...]. Inhabitants of new villages were subject to strict curfews and regular bodily inspections [...].

[These 'White'/'Black' and 'new village' spaces] were not the only methods [of] resettlement or spatial confinement deployed by British forces in the 1950s. In addition to the estimated nearly 450 new villages that British forces established in Malaya, there were also hundreds of so-called 'regrouping areas' created in the colony [...]. These regrouping areas, which included 'labor regrouping areas' as well as 'regrouped Malay kampongs', involved the resettling of Malaya's non-Chinese rural dwellers - especially those within the Indian and Malay communities - into newly constructed spaces. [...] [S]ome of these sites were simply efforts to resettle a commercial firms' working population - for example, moving workers living off-site [...] to 'company housing' on company property [...]. Despite this, the scale of regrouping efforts was noteworthy. In 1954, [...] in addition to the 68 new villages established by Johore by that time, there existed 87 'regrouped Malay kampongs' in the state. In neighboring Pahang, the numbers were even higher. In addition to eighteen 'labour regroupments', there were another 75 'regrouped Malay kampongs' [...] as well as 64 new villages. [...]

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[S]imilar to how spaces like Malay reservations and rubber estates operated in the early colonial period, British agents designed emergency spatial typologies to resettle, confine, and separate the population along racial lines. While Malaya's large Chinese population was primarily resettled in new villages, for instance, spaces such as regrouped Malay kampongs were expressly devoted to the resettlement of the region's Malay communities, while residents of South Asian descent, many of whom worked in the rubber industry, were largely resesttled within or near their places of work in labor regroupment areas. [...]

[A] most striking feature of this new spatial environment [...] [is that] [s]paces such as new villages and regrouping areas [...] were built along familiar pathways and corridors of foreign occupation in the colony, closely mirroring the same [...] geographies that emerged in the early colonial period. [...] [E]mergency spaces such as new villages and regrouping areas were built alongside or on top of the region's large-scale rubber estates, which had emerged in the region [during British colonization] prior to World War Two and that, on a broad scale, had introduced foreign structures of power into areas under 'indirect' colonial rule. This mapping on of sites of confinement and enclosure is significant. While foreign commercial enterprises utilized the introduction of new land laws to occupy Malay's interior [prior to formal colonial annexation] and to install repressive sites of commodity extraction and labor exploitation in the early twentieth century, these same locations became the spatial foundation for later emergency efforts to resettle Malaya's population [...]. In other words, at the same time that British officials during the emergency were accelerating notions of social engineering and policies of confinement adopted from the plantation economy, they were also using the geography of the rubber industry to reimagine and reorganize the spatiality of Malaya on a country-wide scale. [...]

The emergence and expansion of enclosure spaces - whereby the land was surveyed, mapped, and set aside for certain purposes [plantation labor, industrial extraction, and colonial administrative rule] - and confinement spaces - whereby the region's population was separated into particular spatial environments based on race and ethnicity - meant that, over time, Malaya's social and economic geography became one defined by partition and separation [...].

Colonial-era land policies and spatial typologies have continued to impact life in the contemporary world [...].

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Text above by: David Baillargeon. "Spaces of occupation: Colonial enclosure and confinement in British Malaya". Journal of Historical Geography 73, pages 24-35. July 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Italicized first sentence/heading in this post added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

#abolition #ecology #multispecies #indigenous #landscape #colonial #imperial #temporal #carceral #carceral geography #tidalectics #intimacies of four continents #debt and debt colonies #ecologies

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ginandoldlace · 3 months ago

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July 20th 1837: London’s first intercity railway station opened, in Euston Grove. The new rail terminus was described as ‘mightier than the pyramids of Egypt’. The site was chosen in 1831 by George and Robert Stephenson, engineers of the London & Birmingham Railway The area was mostly farmland at the edge of the expanding metropolis, and adjacent to the New Road - now Euston Road, It’s name came from Euston Hall, the seat of the duke of Grafton, who owned the rural site.

image shows an early print of Euston’s wrought iron roof of 1837

At this time, regular passenger trains weren’t served by locomotive engines at Euston terminus hence their absence from the image. The train pictured with full second class open carriages at the departure stage would have been pushed by men until it rolled down to the bridge in the distance where it would have been connected to a rope and hauled up the Camden incline to a waiting locomotive for its onward journey. Quite a performance.

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aisphotostuff · 1 month ago

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Bluebell Railway - (Sheffield Park, Station) Sussex by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: Nestled in the heart of the Sussex countryside lies a hidden gem that’s a must-visit for railway enthusiasts and families alike – the Bluebell Railway.

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bonguri · 1 year ago

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20230911 Meisho line 8 by Bong Grit Via Flickr: 伊勢奥津駅の給水塔。蒸気機関車を運用していたときは、終点のここで給水していたようです。 @Ise-Okitsu station, Tsu city, Mie pref. （三重県津市美杉地区伊勢奥津駅）

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stephensmithuk · 7 months ago

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The criminal courts of late Victorian England

Edit: I have made some slight corrections. CW for discussion of crimes, courts etc.

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This does not cover Scotland, which has a rather different system. I believe it covered Wales as well.

In the 1890s, there were three types of courts someone charged with a crime could end up.

Police Court (London)/Petty Sessions Court (outside London)

These were based in each of the 'hundreds', the traditional divisions of the counties used for administrative purposes for much of the second millennium.

This is what the Essex hundreds looked like in 1832:

I live in the area of the Havering Liberty, then rural and now very much suburban, being part of the London Borough of Havering.

Chafford Hundred's name survives in that of the railway station that serves the Lakeside shopping centre and the Romford to Upminster Overground line will now be called the Liberty line. There is also a Liberty shopping centre in Romford and a Royal Liberty School.

The boundaries changed over time - as towns grew bigger, they would get their own 'petty sessional district'.

The Royal Liberty of Havering was an autonomous area of Essex, with its own courts and special exemptions from certain taxes.

Being a pretty small area with a low population before a housing boom in the 20th century, its existence was seen as an anachronism and it was on its way out in 1891; it would be fully incorporated into Essex the following year.

Romford's court in any event was located with the County Court on South Street, just north of the Great Eastern Railway station (still in use, but heavily changed inside). Looking at the historical maps, I think there's a Slug & Lettuce on the site now. The police station was close by; there may have been a tunnel linking the two buildings, but I would have to confirm that.

Anyway, these courts dealt with misdemeanours, with cases tried by one or more Justices of the Peace aka magistrates. JPs were generally unpaid and so they would often be people who could afford to do this stuff in their spare time. They'd often be local notables, like the main landowners, a rich doctor, a local priest, or someone who ran a factory. This may well have caused issues in bias.

This included things like:

A drunken punch-up outside a pub.

Domestic violence.

"Your dog bit my servant."

"You drove your cart too fast and collided with my shop window."

Solicitation i.e. prostitutes seeking business on the street.

Shoplifting, pickpocketing, burglary, and various low-level theft/fraud cases.

"You said in the newspaper I paid young men for sex" (Criminal libel, which is what Oscar Wilde charged the Marquess of Queensbury with via a private prosecution - and we know how that ended for him)

The JPs would try the case, decide on guilt or innocence, then decide any punishment; I believe the maximum possible sentence was six months. Solicitors would represent defendants.

Havering had exactly three JPs. The crime rate was pretty low in this rural area.

This 1887 article covers the workings of one London police court:

This court in Soho, which closed in 1998 and is now The Courthouse Hotel, would see a few famous names in the dock, including John Lennon (for indecency over an art exhibition, case dismissed), two Rolling Stones (fined for drugs possession) and Bob Monkhouse (for illegally importing films, acquitted at the Old Bailey).

They also served as the place for the first court appearances of people going to the higher courts like...

Quarter Sessions

These sat at the seats of each county and each county borough. The latter included places like Oxford and in the case of Essex, Southend-on-Sea after 1914.

Havering had its own quarter sessions until 1892 - the three JPs also doing these; it would then be merged into Essex. This caused a few jurisdictional issues when Essex courts charged men for crimes alleged in Havering and some cases got quashed for that reason.

For Essex, the Quarter Sessions were held at Shire Hall in Chelmsford; this closed entirely in 2012 and is now being redeveloped. In 2024, it featured in the Channel 4 documentary series The Jury: Murder Trial.

They were traditionally held four times a year - hence the name. Unless you could put up the sureties required for bail, you were going to gaol, at least until the next session. Romford had a small gaol, but it was generally more convenient to send people to Chelmsford, where the prison still operates.

Quarter sessions dealt with more serious felony cases, like armed robbery, serious assault, poaching and forging banknotes. Cases were presided over by two or more JPs, with a jury making the decision on guilt or innocence.

By 1891, most of the administrative functions of magistrates had gone to the new County Councils, but they still dealt with alcohol licence applications.

However, these courts could not deal with capital-level offences, at this point pretty much reduced to murder, treason, and piracy. These would be handled at:

Assizes

Happening twice a year in each county, these also dealt with civil matters, which are outside the remit of this post. Since these dealt with capital crimes, bail was pretty unlikely.

The country was split into six judical circuits with professional judges travelling around between the courts, often accompanied by barristers. This might sound pretty familiar to American readers; Abraham Lincoln was a circuit lawyer in Illinois and the US court system remains divided into circuits, but the judges don't ride on horses anymore. Insert your own jokes here about the judge of your choice.

Essex fell under the Home Circuit along with four other nearby counties - Middlesex had been joined up with the City of London by this point. This appears not to be linked to the term "Home Counties", which covers some areas outside.

Once the judges arrived, they would impanel juries and try all the cases before them. Only barristers could represent defendants here, I believe - a solicitor would instruct a barrister if a client were facing the Assizes.

The historical Havering gallows had been near Gallows Corner, but it had stopped being used by 1815. Gallows Corner is now home to a notorious roundabout. Chelmsford was where hangings for Essex took place.

In summary

If you punched someone in London, you'd go to the police court.

If you broke their leg, you'd go to the quarter sessions.

If you killed them, you'd go to the Assizes and quite possibly soon to the highest court of them all.

The end of the system

In 1972, this system was abolished. The petty sessions courts became magistrate's courts, with the quarter sessions and assizes combined to form Crown Courts.

Romford Magistrate's Court today sits on Main Road, next door to the police station and in close proximity to Havering's Town Hall. It covers cases in the surrounding areas to Havering as well.

The nearest Crown Court is at Snaresbrook - it's the biggest in the country with no less than 20 courtrooms.

#letters from bunny #letters from watson #history #factoids #courts

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the-quackeroos · 8 months ago

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since this is April, Imma add more headcanons for Duck who is autistic in my AU, Sodor, UK

it's pretty obvious for all of you: Duck loves to talk about the Great Western Railway and that tends to annoy the other co-workers.

Duck can read mirrored text. he only reads it slowly since he needs to adjust his mind to focus, especially if the mirrored text is in a long paragraph.

being raised on his family's farm, he has always been working ever since he was a child and is used to the hustle and bustle of rural life, the Great Western Railway, and the Northwestern Railway. Duck hates not having to work, since under-stimulation makes him feel the need to work on at least something.

speaking of under-stimulation, his other hobbies besides writing and singing folk songs when he's not at work include mindful doodling, writing short stories, and spoken word poetry which addresses the issues of the working class.

Duck has Auditory Processing Disorder. this means that he can mask it by pretending to understand and "catch up" when he can.

Duck likes to decorate his bedroom on any occasion that he has heard of. For example, if a Railway Show is happening nearby in Britain, he would decorate it with pictures of his engine and small flags of Sodor and the United Kingdom, in hopes of it entering the competition.

he had difficulty making friends when he was a child. he eventually got better at it after he let Cecil "adopt" him soon after he was hired to work at Paddington Station.

when Duck is feeling excited, not only does he endlessly talk about said thing he's excited about, but he also has difficulty controlling the volume of his voice. that would prompt other people to tell him to "turn it down".

Duck never really cared about what gender he was assigned at birth, despite wearing typical men's clothing. now, "nonbinary" wasn't coined as a term until 1995, but if you were to ask him "what's your gender", he would say "I really don't align with any but I still use he/him pronouns."

adding on to Duck's gender, with him being autistic, he doesn't like it when others, especially Diesel, infantilize him simply because he doesn't identify as a male.

that's all I have to say about Duck's traits related to his autism. ^^

#ttte duck #autism awareness #duck the great western engine #ttte diesel #cecil fulford #headcanon #sodor uk #thomas and friends human au #thomas the tank engine #devious diesel #my post

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aseqcoucher · 1 year ago

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be careful//you never know whom you can meet at the rural railway station at 04:23 am//be impatient

@captainhowdie

#randals friends #ranfren #nyen catman #nyen fanart #nyen ranfren #nyen #my art #fanart #ranfren fanart

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prapasara · 2 months ago

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Udon Thani

Udon Thani (Thai: อุดรธานี, pronounced [ʔù.dɔ̄ːn tʰāː.nīː]) is a city in Isan (Northeast Thailand), the capital of Udon Thani Province and the sixth largest city in Thailand. The city municipality (thesaban nakhon / city proper) had a population of 130,531 people as of 2019, while Udon Thani's urban area, Mueang Udon Thani, has a population of approximately 400,000. Udon Thani is one of four major cities in Isan, the others being Nakhon Ratchasima, Ubon Ratchathani, and Khon Kaen. Together they are known as the "big four of Isan".

Location

Udon is approximately 560 km from Bangkok. It is a major official and commercial center in northern Isan, Thailand, and the gateway to Laos, northern Vietnam, and southern China.

History

The city's economy was boosted by the proximity to Udorn Royal Thai Air Force Base during the Vietnam War and retains reminders of that time in the form of bars, coffee shops, and hotels. "Udon sort of became like Pattaya when the GIs arrived," said a local architect. "Restaurants serving Western cuisine, hotels and nightclubs sprouted up everywhere to meet their needs. It was an extremely busy city back then."

The BBC has reported that Udon Thani's Royal Air Force Base was the site of a CIA black site, known to insiders as "Detention Site Green", used to interrogate Abu Zubaydah, Saudi-born Palestinian, believed to be one of Osama bin Laden's top lieutenants. In December 2014 the United States Senate Select Committee on Intelligence (SSCI) published an executive summary of a secret 6,000-page report on CIA techniques. The report alleges that at least eight Thai senior officials knew of the secret site. The site was closed in December 2002.

Earlier reports alleged that a Voice of America relay station in a rural area of Udon Thani Province, Ban Dung District, was the CIA black site.

Administration

Udon Thani town municipality (thesaban mueang) with an area of 5.6 km2 (2.2 sq mi) was established on 15 March 1936. On 27 May 1953, the area covered by the municipality was increased to 8.3 km2 (3.2 sq mi). As a result of the town's continuing growth, the total area of the municipality was enlarged for the second time to 47.7 km2 (18.4 sq mi). on 31 December 1993. On 25 September 1995 Udon Thani was upgraded to city municipality (thesaban nakhon), and is divided into 21 sub-districts (tambons), which are further subdivided into 248 villages (mubans). (chumchon), 130,531 people in 60,659 households.

Transport

Udon Thani International Airport, close to the city centre (within the ring road), serves a number of domestic airports: Chiang Mai International Airport, U-Tapao International Airport (Pattaya), and Phuket, with approximately 24 daily flights to Bangkok (Don Mueang International and Suvarnabhumi Airport). During the 2020-2021 COVID-19 pandemic flights were reduced to 10-14 daily to Bangkok airports only.

Udon Thani railway station in the city centre receives four trains daily from Bangkok railway station (Hua Lamphong) including overnight sleepers.

Economy

Mining

Asia Pacific Potash Corporation (APPC), a wholly owned subsidiary of Italian-Thai Development PLC, owns the concession to the Udon North and Udon South potash mines and plans to develop them. Potash deposits in northeast Thailand are believed to contain the world's third-largest—after Canada and Russia—unexploited potash reserves. Potash is one of the main components of agricultural fertilizer.

Climate

Udon Thani has a tropical savanna climate (Köppen climate classification Aw). Winters are fairly dry and very warm. Temperatures rise until April, which is hot with the average daily maximum at 36.2 °C (97.2 °F). The monsoon season runs from late-April through early-October, with heavy rain and somewhat cooler temperatures during the day, although nights remain warm. The range of reliably recorded temperatures in the city is from 2.5 °C (36.5 °F) to 44.1 °C (111.4 °F).

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