ilovelumber

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Calling all Porter fans!

We have stan blogs for Slick ( @marleydoesinfactmoo ), Hydra ( @itsnotamatterofif ), and Lumber (me).

Someone needs to step up as Porter's #1 fan. Then, it will be complete

It is a heavy burden to bear, but I invite everyone to look inside themselves and decide if they have what it takes.

Godspeed, soldiers.

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Lumber

LUMBER!!!

I love him so much <3

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WIP of making little cross stitch of starlight express characters

Yes there's three different Rusty's i couldn't decide

Ignore all the random dots i need to clean it up but don't want to now

Edit: cleaned it up and took a screenshot on the device I made it on instead of taking a photo of the screen

Trying to tag all the characters in order

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Hahaha me too

I'm actually a really normal person ahahahahaha I'm a really normal person who's really normal about the trucks and and and

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I'm actually a really normal person ahahahahaha I'm a really normal person who's really normal about the trucks and and and

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lumber anyone?

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lumber anyone?

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You know that feeling when you've got coal I've got wood

you ever get the feeling when ur still quick still slick you’ll see

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Freight pile :)

They all love each other really😂 it just only shows after movie night

New comics coming soon and I hope everyone is well 😌🤌

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Beautiful Nuthatch (Sitta formosa), family Sittidae, order Passeriformes, Mishmi Hills, AP, India

photograph by abhinav sharma

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I am your source. As Lumber's #1 fan, I condone this message

lumber is actually a butch lesbian.

my source? just trust me bro.

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I'm tempted to write a fic where Lumber flirts with Wrench because he's the only fuel truck who hasn't hooked up with someone from the electric shed and he feels left out

IDK where else to go with that yet though

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Hello I realised that you have hydra a slick so can you do once for lumber

Of course!

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Ask me my "TOP 5" anything!

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Lumber headcanon #4 (PRIDE MONTH ADDITION): Lumber is panromantic aspec. Also he/him transfem. I do not make the rules but I do enforce them.

Slick proudly calls him her sister and then happily beats up anyone who says it doesn't make sense

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Oh anon how could I refuse such a request! Again, misread the last bit of the ask (I sure am reading half a fucking message at the moment) so this is mostly Porter and Lumber being bros 😂 sorry about that kind anon, but I hope this is okay regardless

Send me some characters and a prompt and I’ll write you a Drabble!

Something’s not quite right.

For one, Lumber’s awake, and his alarm hasn’t gone off yet - no alarm means it’s still early, but he never wakes up in the night. As well as this, there’s none of the lights he’d expect, despite the fact that he’s memorised the patterns of the holes in the shutter. Only the eerie glow of bright green LEDs, sickly lime cast low over the bottom of the bay, and a shadowy figure standing over him, big wide eyes looking up at him anxiously.

“Hydra, wha-“

“Sorry to wake ya’,” Hydra hisses apologetically, voice as low and quiet as physically possible for him, “Slick said you would know what to do.”

Sleepily, Lumber’s gaze darts up to Slick’s bay. Empty, but then he spots Slick sitting awkwardly on the empty bag opposite, twiddling with her fingers nervously.

“What’s- what’s happenin’?” He mutters, and goes to swing his legs off the bay before Hydra shushes him again, and as the sluggishness of awakening fades, panic, sharp and painful, sets in sickeningly.

Hydra’s face twists uncomfortably, just as Slick glances up, worrying on her bottom lip. “I- uh, I think Porter’s havin’ a nightmare - I offered to help but I know I ain’t his favourite so I don’t wanna’ freak him out further, and Slick said, and I quote, she don’t know shit about helping people.”

Shit.

In all their years living together, Porter’s had enough nightmares to count on one hand, and each of them have been bad; he never talks about what happens in them, but he’s always shaken for a few hours after. One notable one after Lumber found him again had resulted in a broken nose, that still hasn’t healed properly.

“On it,” Lumber says with a nod, “guessin’ he woke you up? He don’t half yell when they’re rough.”

Tentatively, Hydra nods, grimacing a little as Lumber goes to stand. “Give it a sec’ - he’s been quiet for a bit.”

They all wait quietly for a second, before Slick mumbles something he can’t quite make out, and then-

A low, scared whimper, from somewhere above them as if on cue, uncharacteristic and uncomfortable. It makes Lumber’s coolant curdle.

Within seconds he’s clambering up the iron rungs to Porter’s bay. The scene that greets him is familiar; the usually strong, sarcastic truck with his knees curled up to his chest, quivering hands guarding his head protectively whilst blocking his face from any kind of light. From here, it’s impossible to tell what’s happening, but he knows from experience this ain’t gonna’ be pretty, so as he shuffles across Porter’s bay he drags the curtain back across the side, stop Slick from watching him get clocked again.

“Port’?” Lumber whispers pointedly, and when there’s no change, he tries again, “Porter, c’mon mate, wake up, you fuckin’ moron.”

Last thing he’s gonna do is try to touch him, though. Best to sit here and whisper until something gets through, and as another inaudible, muttered plea slips through Porter’s lips, he knows he’s here for the long haul. Again, and again, he repeats Porter’s name, hoping that eventually something sticks through the grumbles and moans, until finally, blessedly-

“Lumb’r?”

“Aye, mate, took you long enough,” Lumber replies with a grin, waving faintly as Porter slowly, way too slowly begins to uncurl, “havin’ a rough one tonight?”

With an audible shifting and clunking of his chassis, Porter nods slowly, groggily shifting to sit upright as Lumber offers a hand to help; it’s immediately refused, Porter frowning at it as he slides back on the solid steel of the bunk, and but all it shows is how pale he looks in the faint red glow of the bay and how shaky his own hands are as he refuses.

“Aye, apparently, sorry pal’,” Porter mumbles, rubbing at his eyes as he adjusts, “didn’t wake you up, did I?”

“Nah,” Lumber begins, and there’s a flash of relief on Porter’s face that quickly falls again, “but you woke up Hydra, who woke up Slick, who then told him to wake me up, uh - technically not you!”

Almost immediately, Porter drags one hand down his face in embarrassment. “Shit, sorry-”

“Stop it, I said it’s fine,” Lumber interrupts, but as he reaches out to touch Porter shudders away still, “same shit as usual?”

Sheepishly, Porter nods, one palm rubbing at tired, painful eyes. “Aye. The usual.”

Knowing what the usual is would help. That information has never been revealed.

“Port’, I really think-“

“I think I need help, aye,” Porter fills in, sighing as he speaks, and there’s there’s that faint shaking of his shoulders again as rough breath hisses past his lips, “lemme’- I’ll sort it in the mornin’, you lot should sleep-“

“I’m not sleeping until you’re alright,” Lumber states forcefully, careful to keep his voice low and steady, “here all night if you need me.”

Outside, the faint noises of skates and light switches being turned off; the others have got the message.

“Alright,” Porter accepts, that usually smiling, supportive face falling, “Lumber, can you-“

“Already on it.” Before he can finish his sentence, Lumber is crawling over, just like then they were trainlets; like clockwork, Porter tentatively slots his head under Lumber’s chin as Lumber wraps his arms around his brother’s shoulders protectively. Here, he can feel the uneven rise and fall of that basic ventilation, shallow and deep and shallow again as he soothes before relaxing gradually into the hold, and there’s a familiarity in the old-as-time routine.

Against tired eyes, he fights against sleep, at least until Porter’s breaths even out gradually. Only once those strong shoulders relax does he let himself drift off.

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Did somebody say comic about sibling gossip about their brother's messy relationship? No? Too bad 🤷 it's a thing now

This is a little bit of miscellaneous angst but I promise there's a fluffy coalectra one as well I'm finishing 😂 if anybody wants to see the full body profiles of my freight designs then I can post them if you want as well :) the panels here show them pretty well, though