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[1966] A low whine filled the air, as a massive green diesel slunk into the yard, a line of trucks clattering along in front. “There you all go,” he harrumphed. “Into the sidings where you belong.” “Can’t believe I’m being asked to do this,” the diesel continued, rolling his eyes. “I mean, really what are those Gronks, Gardners, Pugs, and Rustons even for, if we main line engines still have to do the shunting ourselves?” “Be glad you’ve still got work to do.” A voice growled, its source obstructed by a lone line of vans. The diesel looked around, his eyes settling on a rusty old steam engine. It looked like it’d been built with a tender, though nothing stood behind the engine’s cab. “W-what do you mean?” As the line of trucks rolled further into the sidings, more and more engines could be seen. The old yard was absolutely teeming with machines, coated in rust and decay. Worse still, they all glared at him with murder in their eyes. “Murderer…” they hissed. “Rotten scoundrel…” “Wh… what are you talking about? What did I do??” Slowly, the yard filled with laughter. Hoarse, despairing laughter, laced with cynicism and mockery. “What HAVEN’T you done?!” A smaller engine barked, its voice cracking with age. “Engines like you laugh at us for our age, engines like you bring us here where we’re broken up, it’s all because of ENGINES LIKE YOU.” “I… I didn’t…” “Murderer! Degenerate! Heartless bastard!” The engines hollered, spitting and cursing as they shouted over one another. The big diesel shut his eyes and tried to weather it, but under their berating, he felt comparatively smaller. With a desperate howl, he took off, back the way he came. It was all he could do not to break completely.
#thomas and friends#ttte#thomas the tank engine and friends#d261#damn dude#scrap#i doubt BR's scrap engines are too fond of diesels showing up#scrapyard#scrap engines#the bois from Stepney the “Bluebell” Engine#british railways
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DUCK IN THE CORNISH MYSTERY
#he’s excited to meet Poirot#new headcanon Duck likes murder mysteries#ttte#ttte duck#Poirot#sorry for the bilibili screenshots but I got very excited#what I love about getting into steam engines is when I revisit old favorite shows there’ll sometimes be a steamie in it#and today it’s a cute pannier yay#looked em up too on the preserved British locos site too#poor thang was nearly scrapped but now it’s a STAR
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The sheds were quiet, with only two of them. The others have given them privacy, when they heard the news about his siblings.
Thomas sent a sidelong glance at Edward- there's an unimaginable grief that is currently permeating from his smokebox, despite his valiant attempt to hide it. His steam practically danced around him, covering his face like a shield.
But it was brief, and Edward smiled at him sadly- he was trying to comfort Thomas, after all- and Thomas felt terrible for asking Edward about his own siblings... despite Edward dancing around the subject most of the time, still treating Thomas like he was fresh out of the works.
"... But Driver likes to say 'it's all in good hands'," Continued Edward delicately, "So perhaps it was the same for your siblings."
Maybe they really were in good hands- for all the rebuilding Thomas got that extended his working life, his siblings still had a long, Useful career without any changes to their shape. And Thomas knew, vaguely, that Southern engines were going to be replaced by electrics sooner or later. Perhaps they faced death with dignity.
So Thomas gave a sad smile back. "... Thanks, Edward."
TRAINTOBER DAY 25: THE LAST ONE
#live from tidmouth#creative on the mainline#ttte#thomas and friends#the railway series#ttte thomas#ttte edward#thomas the tank engine#edward the blue engine#you ever think about how thomas and edwards classes are extinct. but immortalised through the rws and the tvs#you ever think about if edward comforted thomas about his scrapped siblings#you ever think about if THOMAS knew about edwards scrapped siblings#traintober#traintober 2024#traintober2024
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Daniel joins Cadillac -> Cadillac build monster V10 engine for 2028 -> Daniel 2028 WDC ✨✨ thank you for coming to my Ted Talk
via: AMuS | Formel-1-Motoren-Reglement in Frage gestellt: Kommt der V10 früher?
#this post has officially fucked my hopium microdosage allowance#to be clear this is a jooooke (although if positive manifestion is real then I'm trying)#but I will always at heart be a delulu dirlie (gn) sorry not sorry#the idea of scrapping new engine regs less than a year out from the start date is insaaaaaaaane though!! F1 civil war incoming
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I have a particular headcanon for how the faces of living engines and other large machines and vehicles work, that I am dying to write one day... Mayhaps if people are interested in discussing such things?
#Thomas and Friends#TTTE#Headcanons#Usually these kinds of details are like... Glossed over because Engines/Vehicles being alive and having faces are completely normal#things in the TTTE Universe#But... The way it functions and how people react to such a thing is absolutely something I obsess over#especially in the way some people seem more respectful of the engines vs others being somewhat dismissive about them#Example 1: Sir Topham Hatt's devotion to his engines vs Dowager Hatt being dismissive enough to not remember their names#Example 2: Railworkers and their families being more aware of each engine's personalities vs the passengers treating them as a commodity#Example 3: Earl and the Thin Controller doing their best to preserve engines vs the Railway Industry needlessly scrapping them#and why do some engines/vehicles get faces and lives when others don't???#what are the parameters?#how does it really work?#I AM OBSESSED WITH THIS CONCEPT
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DWAF Memes:
#ttte#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#ttte thomas#ttte edward#ttte gordon#ttte emily#ttte hannah#ttte henrietta#ttte james#ttte tobias#tobias and the arcane merchant#tobias and the half pariah#tatam#tathp#dandys world#dw rodger#dw toodles#dw dandy#dw sprout#dw shrimpo#dw finn#dw yatta#dw scraps#dw gigi#dw glisten#dandy's world: and friends! dw x ttte au
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ok question how and why was the scrapping of sentence vhecials even allowed in the first place I mean sure irl this isn't that bad but in ttte the mass scrapping of steam engines in the 60s in Britain might as well be considered a genocide did Brittish railways use every loophole and excuse in the book to do this and every other country for that matter
Thank you for your ask! And wow does it open up some cans of worms...
But before we get to in-canon reasons for why BR was able to mass-scrap steam engines, we should probably consider the author's intent behind writing this in - after all, the Reverend W. Awdry was writing a children's book series and went "ah yes, I want this to be a picture children see":
So why does Awdry allow for scrap to happen? Because it happened in real life. Awdry was a massive steam engine fan - he grew up on the Great Western mainline near Box Tunnel listening to engines working up and down the grade, his father was a steam fan, and he himself volunteered on various heritage railways (most notably the Talyllyn in Wales) - this is a man who loves his railways and his steam engines. But in the era he was writing - the 1950s and 1960s - the engines were rapidly withdrawn and scrapped as part of BR's Modernisation Plan. Awdry hated this - Britain was scrapping completely useful engines who had served the country through two global wars for untested, faulty diesels that smelt. If you read through the Forewards from Four Little Engines onwards, you can sometimes find that he is quietly advertising heritage railways by crediting them and telling his audience where the real-live versions of the steam engines in his books are. He does this for the Ravenglass and Eskdale Railway, the Dartmouth Railway, the Ffestiniog Railway and of course: the Talyllyn and Bluebell Railways.
Awdry's books were as much a love letter to steam as they were a series of children's stories, and he wanted to make a real point about how he disagreed with BR and try to promote heritage railways to help keep steam alive.
Rev. W. Awdry was also a notorious perfectionist. Remember, this is a man who said that Dalby's illustrations of Percy looked like "a green caterpillar with red stripes" (ouch!).
This perfectionism carried over to the books: Awdry is very famous for his views on realism in Thomas - he quite famously disliked the Season 3 episode 'Henry's Forest' because it both broke Rule 55 - which states that engineers need to notify the signalman that their trains are at a stand in order to avoid an accident - and the fact that the trees were too close to the line, which could have caused a fire from sparks from the engine in real life. He placed real railway practice and its constraints at the forefront of his stories, and it shows.
Mixed together, these two parts of Awdry created the situation where he wrote about the scrapping of engines and the existential danger that it posed to steam engines and their livelihoods. This is the authorial reasoning behind scrap and the mass-scrapping of steam engines being so prevalent in his works - and it is prevalent, from as early as the first story where Edward is bullied by the bigger engines for being used so little and the implicit likelihood that he could be withdrawn and cut up.
With the authorial reasons for the mass-scrapping of steam engines having been answered, it is now a question of how to drill down into canon and explain what these views and decisions made by Awdry translate into.
Firstly, we need to separate two things: sentience, and human. Vehicles are not people in this series - they are very much the closest thing in terms of intelligence and speech ability, but they are not human. They are built out of minerals pulled from in the ground and powered by more rocks dug up from underground. Whether or not you see this as making this a society that enslaves the engines or not, the reality is that they are machines and the property of their human owners. This is a lot like horses - horses love us, even though we own them, and we often love them back. But not always. Horses were and are, after all, animals used for jobs - in their heyday, they were the car, bus, tram and train of society. We bought and sold them, and when they were no longer useful, people often put them down. Which is extremely morbid, yes - but it's an unfortunately necessary fact of that era and their lives.
Now translate it over to locomotives - the iron horses.
Locomotives are built to serve a purpose, and they must be capable of fulfilling their role. They are taking on the position of the horse from the above analogy - and when they are no longer useful, they can either be sold or scrapped. Worse yet, they are the industrial evolution to the horse - the capitalist's beast of burden.
And now I can finally move to answer the question of why the mass-scrapping of engines was legal: there was never any laws to stop them. From the moment the first engine rolled out of the shop, their owners argued loudly and publicly that they were simply an evolution of the horse. If people didn't give horses rights, why give engines rights? They are not human; they are iron beasts of burden. And in the rigid and very xenophobic society of the Victorian era, this worked incredibly well. Engines were trained using the Railway Rulebook to fulfill their job in much the same way you trained anyone and anything to be good at their job, and their culture was dismissed in the same way that Victorians dismissed any non-European culture.
Now, don't misunderstand me - this is not a good thing. This is a laissez-faire system of caring for vehicle rights developed by capitalism to make it cheaper, easier and less objectionable to discard old stock when needed. The government never intervened because doing so would place all the vehicles under their control under scrutiny. Can't have military lorries and tanks suddenly wondering whether or not their roles in war are legal, after all. And it's that worry that led to no nation really looking into vehicle laws until after World War Two - and even then, it was haphazard at best and downright discriminatory at worst. Even today, there are still no solid laws in place to cover the vast majority of vehicles - only those held in museums owned by the government or 'considered to be of cultural or historic importance' are afforded any rights at all - Thomas, Flying Scotsman, Stephenson's Rocket - those engines.
It's not because the engines themselves don't care, but because they simply have no real option to change this. Engines cannot move themselves - the worst they can do is force themselves to break down, and there will almost always be another engine to take their place.
Sorry for how morbid that got, but I hope it helped explain why I think engines were allowed to be mass-scrapped by BR!
#weirdowithaquill#railway series#thomas the tank engine#ask answered#ttte#this gets morbid#tw depressing stuff#tw horse death mentioned indirectly#tw scrap#railways#why was BR able to scrap their steam engines#early-stage capitalism#laissez faire
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if art request are still open, Oliver and Douglas but holding hands
They're actually pretty adorable ngl
#me with the guy i saved from being scrapped/Douglas probs#I'd definitely read a fic about them if theres anh#any*#or make one myself idk#ttte#thomas the tank engine#ttte humanized#ttte oliver#ttte douglas#douglas x oliver#art#from the inbox#thanks for the request!#ship art
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for the asks. for a while i had an idea spinning in my head of spy, engie and scout going on a sort of hitman mission (spy blending into the crowd, others working in the background) and finding out that they have to kill the guy from sex bomb or something idk i wanted it to be silly
SO TRUE, thank you dearly for the ask btw 🧡
I have some very strong feelings abt this prompt, the ideas are firing! Let’s go!
SCOUT
Screams immediately, almost getting them caught, because he thought he felt a bug crawl on his leg in the vents.
It is his untied shoelace brushing against his calf.
Scouts job is to literally ‘scout’ the opposition. See who should be a problem, who won’t. Nullify any threats and keep an eye out for an escape plan.
Scout, in fact, does not do this, and instead chats up with the ladies while squinting in the direction of the exit sign and saying it’s “good enough” over his ear piece.
When one of them lets it slip that Tom Jones is playing after the openers at this venue, he is starstruck about meeting his idol on stage! He shows off his massive tattoo in vigor, scaring the women away.
He races up to their safe room, to tell the guys the news, and learns what they’re actually here for.
He is inconsolable for maybe 40 full minutes, while the two men try to awkwardly calm him down.
SPY
Spy is the one who suggested the vent as their entrance point. He partially did so to get away from Engineer. They have been bickering endlessly about anything since entering the car, and he thought it’d be an easy out. Engie was too big to fit in the vents like him and Scout.
He did not take into consideration that the Texan is big, true, and extremely stubborn. They take an extra 5 minutes to get him out and to go another way because Spy said he couldn’t do it.
With that out of the way, Spy takes an overhead view of the back stage, gauging how the security will be, who to worry about, who will be a liability to the target, their main focus.
He almost growls when he hears Scout yells through the very good quality speakers with a mouth full of food to meet at the safe room Engineer has set up in, to hear the urgent news.
He sighs, long and drawn out, before explaining their mission, in full, to the other man.
Scout is devastated, at having to kill his ‘father’. Spy grimaces at the word.
“If you are going to be a liability for this mission, then go sit in the car. A job is a job, and I don’t leave things unfinished.”
He glares, arms crossed as he looks away. Acting like he didn’t feel a little bit guilty.
ENGINEER
He knew damn well he would not fit in that vent, but he came out with a cocky grin because he pissed Spy off.
Engineer is here because it’s an opportunity to try out his new EMP invention on the unsuspecting public!
He really doesn’t care about the mission as much as Spy, but since he’s here, he supposes he could act as the man behind the chair, wiping the footage of their presence across the film.
When Scout interrupts his dissection of the blueprints to the building for the best escape plans, (since Scout didn’t really do it) He nearly jumps out of his skin.
Usually his workshop was locked. Someone storming in was not on his quota.
As Spy and Scout’s altercation goes by, he tried to interrupt the both of them, to no avail.
After finally, finally calming down Scout down, he gets his words in….
“Er…. You both know that it’s a Tom Jones impersonator… right? It’s on the file…”
The room’s silent for a bit.
“Oh.” “Oh, then let’s go get ‘im then!”
The job was done. Maybe it was to subpar standards, but at least, passing
#tf2 spy#tf2 scout#tf2 engineer#thank you for another wonderful prompt! ❤️❤️ keep em comin!#I scrapped and rewrote this 4 times over I’m sorry for the wait 🙏#inserts my personal idea that spy resents Tom jones for stealing the son that he didn’t want to be in the life of#just a little bit. a tiny tiny little bit.#tf2 headcanons
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"If there was one thing that Gordon hated in life, it was change."
(A Forever and Ever Fanfic)
Thomas and Friends sometimes deals with the weirdest of issues like a fear of change or a fear of abandonment. The episode Forever and Ever plays Gordon's fears off as being silly, trying to compare willingly moving on to somewhere being the same as someone willingly moving away from you.
I've seen a lot of people say that Gordon acts irrationally in this episode, but as childish as the show presents his tantrum (as it's for children) it touches on this massive issue and glosses over it with Nia saying "I chose to move on which means you have to accept your friends moving on without you." I wanted to write something about this episode where it treats the problem with the respect it deserves.
If your two best friends move on without you, and you find out though it through other people it hurts. Not being the best at staying in contact I can relate to Gordon in this episode.
When people move on, especially when they leave you with no way to contact them, it is like they die. And let's be real, Gordon is a train, he can't just keep in contact with his friends. It all depends on other people.
Aka I made myself sad about Gordon for like a week and had to write a story about it.
*Disclamer* *I know very little about Thomas the Tank Engine and I have probably made a mistake about a backstory somewhere. My brief experience on AO3 tells me that people don't like this but bear with. I was very sad about Gordon and had to get it out of my brain. Take my writing with a pinch of salt.*
If there was one thing that Gordon hated in life, it was change.
So what if he did stay in the sheds forever and ever? What did he care? If they could all just be dismissed and replaced on the flip of a coin, would Sir Topham Hatt replace him if he refused to do his job? Or would he kick out another member just to replace him? Would he break Gordon down into spare parts, or just leave him to rust and decay? There would be no point sparing fuel on an engine that wouldn't do its job.
If there was no convincing Edward to come back, there would be no convincing Henry either. If Gordon refused, would they make Henry stay to pull the express, or would that just make Gordon's protest mute and foolish? What sort of engine was he if he would manipulate his friends just to get his own way?
Why would Henry tell him last that he was going to leave? They were friends, were they not? Why would he tell Gordon last? Perhaps he was just trying to spare his feelings, knowing he would take it poorly, one part of his mind spoke. Would Henry be intentionally malicious towards him?
But then again…
They were laughing about it this morning, behind his back. What if everyone knew but Gordon? What if Henry didn't even like him anymore? What if the common factor in his two best friends choosing to leave was Gordon himself?
He knew that he could be stuck up. He always had been, even before coming to work on Sodor. After all, he had worked on the London railway, and being proud made him stand out. Being proud had saved him and got him moved to Sodor.
And sure, he could be arrogant, but he had gotten past that with Edward and he had still left.
He stared at the wall in front of him angrily. He just wanted to be left alone. If he closed his eyes, would this all just be some horrible nightmare? He could wake up and nothing would have changed.
Then he heard her voice. Her annoying silly voice.
“It's not smart to sleep backwards, is it, Gordon?” she spoke. “How can you see where you are going?”
Nia. She had the gall to speak to him, did she? What did she know of Gordon's problems? After all, all of this mess was her fault.
“I don't care. I'm never going to leave this shed again.”
“You know, Gordon, all of my friends are in Africa, and I'm on a new railway, trying to make new friends. I know my old friends are still my friends, though.” She finished, “Edward and Henry won't even be going half as far as Africa.”
“You chose to leave, did you not?” Gordon spat at her. “You have a friend. You came back with Thomas and you made Edward leave. How dare you try to understand how I feel.” He turned away from her. “All of this is your fault.”
He screwed his eyes shut, refusing to look at her. He was still angry, angry at everything.
He fell asleep with the thought plaguing him. What if Sir Topham Hatt did change everything?
The dreams that haunted Gordon that night were not pleasant.
In one, Gordon found himself alone. Totally and utterly alone. All of the engines had left Tidmouth Sheds, leaving him totally and utterly alone. Even the humans had fled in this horrible dream, leaving Gordon alone with only the wind and creaking of timber to keep him company.
And in the other one, in the other one…
It was somehow closer to reality. Each train of Tidmouth Sheds announced that they were leaving, one by one, giving flimsy excuse after flimsy excuse to leave Tidmouth. Gordon couldn't follow them, held to his responsibility of pulling the Express. At the end, before he woke up, he was in the sheds and everyone was talking around him, and he was silent. Completely and totally alone.
He stared at the back wall of the shed, watching the morning light slip over Sodor, and wished that things could go back to the way they were.
“Gordon.” A sharp voice woke him up from his dreamlike state. "Gordon, are you going to be sensible and pull the Express today?” Sir Topham Hatt stood in front of Gordon with his hands on his hips. “I've had enough of your nonsense. I want you to go back to work like a sensible engine.”
“I thought you were changing everything.” Gordon snorted. “Make Henry pull the Express.”
“Henry is leaving and that is final. The branch line needs him more than we do at Tidmouth. Now, come out at once.” Sir Toppham Hatt glared at Gordon.
“No, sir,” he replied.
“No, sir. No, sir. What do you mean, ‘no, Sir?’” he gestured widely. “I am the controller and you do what I say, Gordon.”
“I mean no. You said I could stay here forever if I wasn't going to accept the changes on the railway, and I'm not, so I'm staying right here,” Gordon spoke smoothly.
“This behavior is silly, Gordon. You are usually far more sensible than this.”
“Maybe if you didn't change everything, I could be more sensible about it.”
In the distance, the clock chimed, signifying the start of the work day. “I do not have time to argue with you, Gordon. You have one more day. My customers should not have to put up with the confusion and delay that your immaturity is causing.”
Sir Topham Hatt left the sheds, once again leaving Gordon with his own thoughts.
You see, the problem was not that Gordon didn't want to work. He wanted to be a useful engine and pull the Express. The problem was that he …
He couldn't even put it into words. Perhaps he was being silly. No matter what protest he planned, Henry would still leave and be replaced. He was sure, without a doubt, that that would be the case.
When Sir Topham Hatt came back later that afternoon, Gordon apologised and agreed to run the Express for the rest of the day. There was no point refusing to work. It just left him alone with his thoughts.
…
The next few weeks passed slowly for Gordon. He just couldn't find any joy in his work. One day, Henry left and didn't come back, without much of a farewell. The berth next to Gordon's sat empty, night after night.
The other engines tried to talk to him, sure, but Gordon didn't bite. After all, it would only be a matter of time before he annoyed them and they left as well under flimsy excuses. The best method would be to keep to himself and just focus on being a useful engine.
He heard the other engines talking behind his back, and it wasn't getting to him, it wasn't. He was sure that they weren't all discussing where they were all going to move to without him. Talking about who they would like to have replace him.
Every day felt like a struggle, trying to work through just to go back to the sheds to sleep again just so that he didn't have to think. Each night, the same dreams kept him awake, full of laughter and chatter. He was surrounded by people but still alone.
Customers stopped approaching him, stopped talking to him. His paint seemed to lose its lustre. Even his engine driver and fireman seemed to talk to him less and less, making Gordon feel more and more alone.
Perhaps people noticed he was miserable. Perhaps they didn't. He didn't really care.
Then came the day that they replaced Henry with a young, energetic engine who thought the best of everything. Her and Nia chattered continuously over his head, clearly becoming fast friends as the two new engines.
There was no finer way to feel invisible than that.
His firebox seemed to take longer to heat up each morning, his wheels harder to turn, until the day when his fireman and driver didn't bother with him and took Rebecca to pull the Express instead.
Gordon couldn't understand it. He was the Express engine. He pulled the Express unless he physically couldn't or was in disgrace. He hadn't even done anything wrong this time.
He sat in the sheds, cold. What if Sir Topham Hatt wanted all new engines and wanted to scrap him for spare parts? There weren't many of his engine type left. Most of the London railway had been outmoded for diesel years ago, so there wasn't a ready supply of parts anymore. What if another heritage railway had paid Sir Topham Hatt handsomely for the parts to fix one of theirs?
Worse. What if he had been sold off to another railway? What if he were to become a heritage engine, functionally useless? What if they gutted him and put him on display in a shed? He wasn't broken. He wasn't.
When this cycle repeated for a few days, the other engines started to notice. The indignity of being seen as useless. Maybe he was useless. A relic of a forgotten era.
Obviously, James thought it was hilarious. James wasn't built to see the implications of the situation. Sir Topham Hatt didn't just stop using engines. There was some ploy to it, Gordon was sure. If Gordon was in the wrong, he would have been sent to pull the godforsaken trucks. He hadn't been used for anything. Anything at all.
Emily told Gordon it was because of his attitude. Nobody wanted to be pulled by a miserable engine. Gordon told her that they shouldn't really care as long as he arrived on time, like he nearly always did. People didn't have to look at him while he was pulling them, and he pulled them perfectly regardless of his attitude.
Percy, naive as always, told Gordon that they were just teaching Rebecca the rails and that they would give Gordon back the Express soon. Perhaps they were going to share the work to make Gordon's life easier. Gordon didn't need his life being easier.
And Thomas, Thomas really hadn't said anything much about it. The two engines held a deep respect for each other, and born from this respect was an ability for Thomas to understand Gordon in the way the others didn't. He knew there was nothing to say.
Gordon was sure that Rebecca and Nia had things to say about it as well, but Gordon didn't overly care what they thought. All of this was their fault in the first place.
…
With nothing much to do, Gordon found himself with way too much time to catastrophise.
…
“I've heard there's an engineer coming in from Wellsworth to take a look at your engine, Gordon,” Thomas said brightly one morning.
Gordon frowned. “There's nothing wrong with my engine.”
Thomas smiled. “Well, that's what the drivers think. I overheard my driver talking about it with one of yours.”
“My drivers are driving Rebecca.” Gordon looked off into the distance. “Nobody has been near my cab in days.”
“I thought you'd heard. They're pulling in a special crew for Rebecca. Anyway, she's a mixed class locomotive.” Thomas spoke quickly. “I think your crew want to get back to driving a passenger engine. I'm sure they think its a disgrace to drive a mixed traffic engine.”
“Perhaps, Thomas. My drivers are very proud.” Gordon nodded to himself. “Why not take me to the steamworks instead?” Gordon pondered. “That's where broken trains go to get fixed.”
“I'm sure you'll find out.” Thomas left with a grin. “By the way, I'm sleeping in Wellsworth tonight. Got to make way for the engineers to get here.”
Gordon frowned at that. “If you're going to leave, Thomas, you can just say it. Don't try to cover it up.”
“I'm not leaving,” Thomas said. “I don't want to leave Tinmouth Sheds.”
“If I recall, Edward said that, too. And yet, here we are,” replied Gordon angrily. “It's only a matter of time.”
Thomas drove off cheerfully, heading for his branchline. Gordon wondered if it would be the last time he would see him. Just like Edward and Henry.
The rest of the day passed, as many of the days before had, quietly. Gordon was sure that Thomas was just trying to make him feel less useless. There was nothing wrong with his engine, he was sure of it.
Slowly, the dusk rolled in, and each of the engines rolled in one by one, and Gordon closed his eyes, ready to skip forward to his next day of being useless.
…
“Gordon.” A voice startled him from his rest. “Gordon, wake up.”
“Edward.” Gordon couldn't stop the grin from splitting his face. “Please tell me that the last month has been a horrible dream.”
“I can't tell you that, Gordon.”
“Ah.” Gordon paused. “So this is the dream, then.”
Edward looked Gordon up and down. “Are you okay, Gordon?”
Gordon laughed. “No. I suspect that I'm not, and perhaps that I never will be again.”
Edward nodded, taken back at the honesty. “Wha-”
“You know that, Edward, because my brain has made you up to torment me. Had you and Henry been planning this all along? Are you going to tell me how I'm the reason that you left Tidmouth? Because I'm listening. I'm always listening.”
Of course, that explained it, Edward thought. The only person that Gordon wouldn't fear to admit his problems to was himself. He was too proud to show that he was suffering to any engine. Gordon obviously thought that he was dreaming.
“I didn't leave because of you, Gordon,” Edward said, levelled. “I left because it's closer to my branchline.”
“And now you lie to me. Just admit it. You won. You hate me.”
“Don't you think that's a slight overreac-”
“No. I'm the only engine who could be so insufferable that even his drivers-”
“Actually think that honor might go to Thomas when he drove into the-”
“And I drove into a ditch and put myself in disgrace.”
“That was a long time ago and-”
“Does it matter?”
“Gordon, stop acting like a child and listen. Look at this logically.”
“Logically, I'm fit for the scrapyard. Logically, I'm a relic of a bygone era. And technically I'm not even a proper tender engine. I'm a prototype tender engine. Nearly all of the other engines I worked with in London are scrap by now. Logically, I've annoyed everyone to the point where they can't even stand to sleep next to me. Logically, I've somehow become… useless.”
Edward sighed. “If that was true, why would you a have maintenance technician looking at your engine now?”
“To value it?” Gordon continued after a pause. “For spare parts.”
“Do you think you've been overthinking this?” Edward trailed off. “Wait… you think you've annoyed Henry and I into leaving?”
Gordon made the train equivalent of a shrug. “Logically.”
“You are a silly engine, Gordon.” Edward laughed.
“I take offence to that, Edward.”
“You are. Sometimes, I forget how young you are. You don't act like it until you do something silly like this.”
“I'm glad my misery amuses you.”
“Your misery, nobodies misery, amuses me. I don't want anyone to feel miserable.”
“If that was the case, Edward, why won't you come back?”
“Do you remember leaving to go to Sodor?” Edward asked suddenly.
“They replaced all of my brothers with diesel engines, as they closed railways in the Beeching Axe.”
“That explains a lot…” Edward trailed off. “So when you arrived, you felt… ?”
“Relieved. Grateful to be considered useful. Lucky to be considered…” Gordon paused. “Guilty because I knew others would be scrapped and they could be here in my place. How could you choose to leave, Edward, without someone making you? I don't understand.”
“When I left for Sodor, I was excited. It was an adventure. Moving to Wellsworth has been an adventure. I've made new friends.”
“But what about your old friends?” Gordon cut him off. “Something could happen to you and I'd never know. Moving away… It’s like someone dies when they move away. You never see them again and we have no way to even keep in contact. It's like you and Henry died, Edward. I felt… I felt like I'd caused it. I felt responsible.”
“We see each other, Gordon.”
“Not enough,” Gordon snapped.
“You know, just because I moved away, doesn't mean I'm not your friend anymore.”
“Nia said that because her friends were in Africa when she chose to leave.” Gordon said sarcastically. “It's different when you choose to leave, rather than get left like rubbish.”
“Let me rephrase. I didn't leave because of you, Gordon, I didn't leave because of anyone here. I- I needed to leave to feel useful again. Here, I have nothing to do. In Wellsworth I'm wanted. Do you see my point, Gordon?”
“The past month has taught me how being useless feels, Edward. I understand.”
“I needed to move on, Gordon, but it doesn't mean that I've died and it doesn't mean it's your fault. Leaving was scary, I can't lie, and I miss you all. You're all family to me, but… I needed to do this, Gordon. If you can't understand, I want you to respect that.”
“I can respect that, Edward.” Gordon smiled for what felt like the first time in weeks. “I'm going to suggest that this isn't a dream because you're being too nice for me for it to be.”
“It's not, Gordon, but I won't ruin your reputation… yet…”
The two engines chatted to each other until the dawn light rose slowly over the sheds, signalling a new day. Engine by engine was started up to begin the day until at last Gordon's and Edward’s firemen and drivers stood in front of the two trains.
“Do you think these two missed each other?” they joked as they got the engines ready for the day.
“I'm sure he missed looking young compared to your relic,” Gordon's driver joked back jovially.
And when they lit his firebox and Gordon rolled out of the sheds for the first time in days, he left with a smile on his face, glad to be a useful engine once again.
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I'd like to tell you that things went back to normal immediately for Gordon, but that would be a lie. Change, like grief, can be hard to expect.
But day after day, week after week, they got better, and Gordon learned to embrace the changes.
Sure, he still couldn't stand Nia, but he learned to get along with her. If he subtly suggested that Nia and Rebecca should sleep next to each other so they didn't have to chat over him and keep him awake, no one was any the wiser.
And every time Gordon felt alone or felt abandoned, he just thought of Edward and Henry, proud to be useful in their lives, and thought of how much he enjoyed his own.
Things were going to change, no matter what Gordon did. As long as he enjoyed hauling the Express, he was going to be staying where he belonged at Tidmouth while being proud of Henry and Edward for being brave enough to embrace new lives.
#gordon ttte#ttte fanfic#gordon the express engine#forever and ever#ttte gordon#gordon thomas the tank engine#thomas and friends#gordon the blue engine#gordon the big engine#thomas the tank engine#edward ttte#edward thomas#edward the blue engine#ttte fandom#ttte#fanfiction#fanfic#grief#fear of abandonment#forever and ever butchers how horrible being on the recieving end of friends moving on can be#cause its horrible#im getting flashbacks to the last time i posted fanfiction and got actuallyed out of the fandom#ive been debating if I should post this for ages#tidmouth sheds#gordon has a fear of change and its an interesting character trait for a kids TV show#scrapping#mentions of depression#angst with a happy ending#ttte angst#nobleatomicsrailway
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gm_tppcastle (a.k.a. Super Mario 64 1995 Inside Castle/Courtyard)
created by M.Antman
#garry's mod#gmod#source engine#half life 2#sandbox#hearted#find the core#bummed that this person was working on a full beta castle recreation and A) lost the files and B) probably scrapped any redux bc of this
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Oh boy oh boy they're finally done, and just in time for the 78th anniversary too!
Pride of the Furness Railway, the K2 Larger Seagulls will get you where you need to go come hell or high water. Why not steam down to Barrow, or take a relaxing summer trip up through the hills to Windermere?
Featuring Edward in his original livery alongside the brothers he would leave behind.
#wagahai wa train de aru#TTTE#TTTE OC#TTTE Edward#Edward the Blue Engine#Thomas the Tank Engine#Furness Railway#Marker pens#They're all scrap except Edward#I have too many things to say about these lads I love all of them unconditionally#Yes even you FR-22#FR-38 (Edward) is the only number not accurate to real life#Oh yeah and happy 78th to RWS!#What a coincidence I happened to finish these lads today I hadn't even realised lol
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streamlined (technically air-smoothed for tangmere but shhh) 4-6-2s drama must be craaazyyyy- or, spencer visits the west coast railway company and fights the nearest hater there.
bonus: the part where spencer cannot escape those sr light pacifics.
#live from tidmouth#creative on the mainline#ttte#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#ttte spencer#spencer the silver engine#ttte oc tangmere#ttte rebecca#there should be more drama between loco families methinks. and no one would like spencer over at family dinner#tangmere is worse he goes straight for the jugular#i think it would be funny if spencer wanted 249 squadron/rebecca GONE for a bit ala hiro like in hero of the rails#now theres two engines that spencer wanted gone because they were clearly just a pile of scrap but then restored.#spencer is fuming.#i love characterising tangmere as a menace. theres a reason people call irl tangmere dramatic#chucklefuck junction
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every time I think 'I'm gonna focus on finishing 1 fucking thing' I get irresistibly dumb ideas like steal mark robers shit to make the nail gun real and throw off my whole day
#i am not an engineer i do not know if the trigger pulley thing will work but i can pray#i dunno how else to move the trigger up front near the hand grip#theres a chance that it'll auto reload too but we will fucking see when i get around to printing it#the actual shell is still the old 4 barrel one and the topology is being a bitch to subdivide so I'm prob gon scrap that and make a 5 barre#still only fires from one barrel tho i do not have the determination to figure out how tf to fit 5 disk launchers in there#hlvrai
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I have work tomorrow, I'm so miserable with life right now. It's hard.
staying strong. Love you all. Crumbs till then <3 <3 <3
#team fortress 2#team fortress medic#tf2#tf2 medic#medic tf2#medic#team fortress#tf2 engineer#engineer tf2#engineer#science party#scraps
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Thicc red momma iron. Slaying, and being splendid.
#ttte#thomas and friends#ttte humanized#ttte human au#ttte humanisation#james the red engine#ttte james#thicc af#thick and juicy#rusty red scrap iron#splendid
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