#tram rambles

[anominous-user]

How you feeling about all the Flame Chasers being in Star Rail now?

[flowercrowngods]

Please a little peak of winter soldier or your ideas on it!! I need to expand on my obsession with your writing since I still need to mentally prepare for the time travel one 🤍🤍

hdhdhd please lower your expectations love 😂🤍 but here, as you wish, some kas!eddie winter soldier-esque thing 🫶 (cw blood and violence obviously)

Steve barely feels the impact when his body hits the floor, muddy and rotten and decaying as it is. He barely feels anything anymore, has gone numb even though he’s sure he’s still crying. There is not enough strength in his body to keep a hold of his bat, and watching it fall from his hand doesn’t feel real.

It’s a movie. This is a movie. A bad dream, a nightmare. One he can’t wake up from. One he refuses to wake up from. Not without Eddie.

An earth-shattering scream cuts through the dark, leaving Steve stunned and groaning as the creature’s cry sets alight his body, making him feel every cut, every bruise, every bleeding wound that start to make him feel lightheaded.

He tries to reach for the nail bat, his movements slow and sluggish, his head pounding, his body in agony, and his heart shattered and shattering still.

A foot lands on his wrist, making him cry out with a force he didn’t know he still had left in his body. A sign of life. A baby’s first cry; a terrified boy’s last scream.

The creature — Kas, as the kids call him, but they’re wrong, they’re wrong! It’s Eddie, it’s Ed, it’s—

Steve, he hears Robin’s voice echoing in his mind as he watches Eddie bend down to lift the bat, his face contorted with rage and determination. That’s not Eddie. That’s not the boy you—

I don’t care. If there’s a chance he’s still… It’s been months, Bobbie. He’s— It’s Eddie! I can’t… I can’t just… Let me try, okay?

“Eddie,” he rasps, bile rising in his throat as he does. Or maybe it’s blood. He coughs, attempting to roll onto his side but Kas only crunches his wrist underneath his foot, nearly overwhelming Steve with the pain that makes his vision go black for a second, two, three.

He blinks away the blood, sweat and tears, and looks up to meet eyes that used to be the prettiest, deepest brown he’s ever seen. Big, pretty doe eyes. But what he sees are the eyes of a predator.

What he sees is a face contorted with rage, with fear, with confusion. With pain.

Eddie’s hand around the nail bat shifts as Steve speaks, the nail studded shield falling from his other hand. Steve thinks about reaching for it, but what good would it bring?

“It’s okay, Eddie,” he rasps, wheezes, swallowing around the taste of iron. “The kids are safe. And you’ll be, too. They’re k— killing him. It’s okay. We’ll get you home.”

Kas screams again, his wail calling through the night, but there’s no one left to answer. No one but Steve, who whimpers.

He raises the bat. Ready to strike. And Steve knows. Knows that this is it. Distantly, he hopes that Eddie isn’t aware enough to witness this. Hopes that Kas’s memories won’t turn into Eddie’s when this is all over.

“It’s okay,” he croaks. “I—“

And then, with another pained, agonised scream, Eddie strikes.

🌷 credits go to @steveshairychest for giving me the brain worms for this scene way back when with this

[oceaneyesinla]

there were two roombas in the hallway when i was leaving the hotel this morning and honestly i've been thinking about them all day

just little guys, going about their business, working very hard

also one of them had 'Robby' printed on the top and i don't know if that's a brand name but i'm choosing to believe those roombas have been named

[ofcowardiceandkings]

cant wait to see Elongated Muskrat get caught short when its proven lvl5 autonomous cars are just sci fi bullshit

[daughterofhecata]

In der Tram oder im Café lautstark zu telefonieren (am besten noch mit dem Handy auf Lautsprecher) ist auch so eine Unart.

[tatsunokoori-blog]

Ttte Headcanon #15

Toby and Edward have two very different approaches to correcting bad behavior; Edward is more hands on and scolds inexperienced engines when they do something foolish, while Toby lets the situation run its course and let the inevitable backlash be a better teacher, only making sure the engine was warned beforehand and that the resulting damage is minimized.

There are times when both of their teaching styles have blown up in their smokeboxes, but it isn't from lack of trying.

[itsahauntedhouse]

they should make music for people who love public transport

[jeonqkooks]

[fridgewitch]

Me: I'm just really worried about the next four years, that's all.

Dad: ...Why?

Me: Dad, I'm TRANS.

Dad: ...

Me: Republicans don't think people like me should exist. They'll try to take away my medical care, prevent me from changing my name and legal sex, even prevent me from using public restrooms if they get their way. My life is going to be a lot harder under this presidency.

Dad: ...

Dad: But have you seen these men in women's sports lately?!

[literally-just-there]

Wokay this weekend my mom was over and she shared her change with me like "hey sweetie you never go outside, you look like a ghost, let's go in town, do you want to go to the flea market ?"

Me : 😃

Goes to the flea market, finds a few books and cute clip-ons. A lady there tells us there's a second-hand books sale for charity held a bit further, we go. Proceeds to go home with 20 more books. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

[biggsodorcitystories]

The Romanian Tram

While chatting on Discord last week, @trainsandkitties shared with me the prettiest little tram from Romania 🇷🇴

I love her little campervan vibe, so I gave her a humanised design:

I've been calling her Elena, and I just think she's neat! ^^

The photo she was based on:

[monabee-draws]

I can't believe I have to finish writing an essay on one of the worst books I've ever read instead of running around Thedas with my little blonde menace lesbian girlfriend. Where is your boy Justice when you need him

[capseycartwright]

i have been tagged in lots of tag games lately and while i have not written any fic lately i have been working on a random wee bit of prose so. am gonna share that instead. it’s sappy don’t @ me

it’s five am, and we’re on a tram -

and for a second, when i glance over at you, i see what a beautiful thing we could be - two people who wouldn’t have ever crossed paths if not for the careers we pursued, both far from home, the kind of life where your friends become your family - and i want to tell you that, i want to stay on this five am tram forever because this thing that’s growing between us feels like it could be everything i have ever wanted -

but i don’t say anything. i smile, and wave you off, and the doors close and the tram chugs along and everything feels different, suddenly, and the possibilities of what we might become and how it might happen feel endless and exciting and i hope that all my dreams of you come true -

and i really do hope that hope one day that the story of you and i starts with that five am tram journey.

[lixenn]

When you just want to draw and write and create but you need to work instead.

This is criminal, I should sue.

[davy-zeppeli]

thinking about this image. peter is very babygirl, so 🧍‍♂️, extremely cute yet also Extreme Fishing. Mike is so normal here, he's just normal shaped, taking a sip. These are two dudes being guys. two guys being dudes. the autism stares in this image are off the fucking charts.

[samgelina-jolie]

Dont wanna hear any arguments about what steddies song is when it's obviously Accidentally in love by the counting crows from the 2004 classic Shrek 2