#Hazel Q&A

[hazel-of-sodor]

What are they doing?

They're express engines. They're discussing the state of the railway (gossiping)

but fun thing, there are only 4 A4s here

far right isn't an A4, it's Hush Hush

yep, the LNER's rebuilt white elephant. By all acounts I've found, post rebuild she was just a non-standard A4. Although it is worth noting Gresley was considing rebuild the A4s with the boiler fit to no.10000, so he was impressed with that at part of the rebuild at least.

heading left, we have Golden Eagle

Empire of India (my beloved)

Golden Shuttle, who was later renamed Dwight D. Eisenhower and Preserved

and Dominion of New Zealand

[vvampirelust]

thinking about hooking up with shane mccutcheon…

warnings: smut, top!shane, fingering (r!receiving), thigh riding (kinda), dirty bathrooms, not proof read

It’s typical. 

“Can I bum one?” that gravel-like voice asks the question which started it all. Your eyes flick from your freshly-lit cigarette to her. Holy shit. Instinctive alarm bells blare at the mere sight of her. She was hot. hot . hot. The straight-up definition of heartbreaker right before your eyes. And she had sauntered over to you, with a lilt of allure in her tone and a darkness in her half covered eyes, framed by the shaggy locks both jutting out and poking against her face. 

You take a drag yourself whilst digging out the pack from your pocket and handing it over to the strangely attractive stranger. “Thank you,” she nods, “Really. What’s your name?” the stranger asks, taking out a cigarette and pressing the end between her lips. You tell her without a second thought and her expression softens instantly. It’s a well performed move. Almost unnoticeable. That smile is so convincing, it's as if this girl has fallen in love simply by hearing your name. And who knows, maybe she has. At least for the moment.  Any other instance and you would have obeyed the waving red flag above her head. But tonight, it seems to be working for you. “That’s very pretty.  Suits you” she flirts, trading the pack with your lighter. Skin meets skin for a wavering moment. “I’m Shane.” 

Oh, yeah. Even if you wind up as just another name in an endless cycle, you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

It's fitting. 

The dimly lit, sleazy, bathroom of the bar you were outside. The countless cell phone numbers and names stained on the previously dull walls give a hint into the amount of sins committed inside this bathroom. If only walls could talk. 

You hope this sin is cherished. 

Shane presses you against the nearest surface found since stumbling through the door. Her hands shamelessly wander your body, running up your back, squeezing your waist, hoisting your thigh up to rest at her hip. “You want this?” she breathes against the corner of your mouth. You nod as you let out a sigh of her name. Sweet on your lips. A hushed secret. Your hands run up Shane’s clothed chest, circling her shoulders on your fingers path into her hair. Shane hums,  eyes seeking yours at the call of her name, so attentive in their search of your expression. 

“Please kiss me.” 

You watch Shane’s mouth curl like the flick of a cat's tail. She’s looking at your own mouth, leaning closer in search of the feeling of your lips. Shane kisses you hungrily, expertly. Her lips are surprisingly soft, and warm suckling on your bottom lip, tongue peeking out, already desperate for more. She wastes no time in sliding her tongue into your mouth, moaning lustfully when you meet her with a fierce passion. 

Tongues dance and swap spit as Shane pushes your dress up around your hips, fingers teasingly skimming the skin above your lacy waistband. Your fingers tug on her hair, eliciting more huffs to mould with your breathy whines. “Mm fuck” Shane mutters,  saliva connecting your mouths as she tilts her head down; Shane’s eyes dart continuously between your face and her hand sliding into your panties, “You’re so fuckin’ hot, and wet.” She cups your cunt, gasping in unison with you, “S’that for me?” 

Your chin dips, burying your face into Shane’s neck. You pepper kisses across her skin, becoming hooked onto her scent while playfully mumbling, “No shit.” In truth, you’re shielding your composure, breath not-so-secretly hitching as Shane’s long, slender finger teases your hole in slow circles, tempting you with the fantasy of her just stuffing you. 

Shane doesn’t seem too pleased with your response, chuckling softly, “Oh, is that how it is?” she asks with a layer of sass within her tone. You spot a foxy smirk on her lips, looking up at her with hazy eyes as Shane sinks two fingers into your cunt, cooing “yeah?” her voice rasps in a way that makes your tummy flutter, clenching tightly. And she can feel it. 

Hot breath fans over Shane’s neck - casting a shiver down her spine - as you moan loudly, latching your teeth into her as if you were a vampire. She sets off at a relentless pace, finger-fucking you in the bar bathroom the way she’s expected to. 

There’s no denying, she knows what she’s doing. 

It’s evident in the amount of pleasure pulsing….everywhere. Shane’s hips rut in time with the pace of her thrusts, making the experience that much more overwhelming. Small whines escape as you pant against her neck, tongue lapping in the motions of a french kiss. 

The sounds are driving her insane. Shane’s clit throbs in her too tight jeans, out of time with the pulsing of your silky walls around her fingers. Non-stop feeling. Shane huffs, shuffling her feet around yours so that she can rut her crotch against your thigh, allowing her jeans to squeeze her nub perfectly. “Ah- shit!” 

As your head falls back, your hand drops down to grope at Shane, cupping where the crease of her ass and her thigh meet. Shane chases you, lips finding yours once again to feel your pathetic moans passing into her mouth. Her thumb is bent at just the right angle in her palm to rub your clit as she curls and pushes her fingers deeper into you. If it causes any discomfort, she shows no sign of it. Too focused on making you reach your peak. 

She sucks on your tongue, savouring your taste in her mouth. It's messy.  Frantic. Slutty.  but it's winding you both up faster than you thought possible. You subconsciously rise onto your tiptoes, tingling from the intense stimulation. “Don’t run, baby,” Shane’s free arm wraps around your waist, holding you close to her, her fingers refusing to give up on that spot inside you. 

Shane groans in annoyance when a sharp knock manages to overpower the music and your moans. “Fuck off!” she shouts over her shoulder, head whipping right back to you. 

“Y’close, babe?” her tone changes like a switch, throaty coo back in her voice, “Your gettin’ tighter…” 

You hate how smug she is. But there’s no shame to admit she’s not wrong. The risk of being caught seemed to set your nerves on override, dialling your body heat to the fullest. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop” you chant, “please. gonna cum, fuck fuck.” 

A moan slips from Shane’s mouth into yours, hearing the mix of how wet you sound along with how badly you want release. She’s right there too. Humping herself on your thigh is about to have her making a mess of her cotton panties. Most likely soaked through and through. 

“It’s good, yeah? Cum, babe, cum with me,” she mutters out through pleasured grunts, forehead pushing against yours as euphoria threatens to crash into this random room. Shane can feel your slick pooling in her palm and she lets go, cursing huskily and trembling. 

Your orgasm causes your body to still, wave after wave of pleasure coursing frantically inside of you. Arms hugging Shane close, you ride out your highs together, panting into one another’s mouths. Speaking in a tongue of lust. Moans passing back and forth, heads growing fuzzier as the music thumps through the walls of the bar. 

Shane’s body leans into yours, chin falling to your shoulder as her fingers come to a halt within you. The sudden emptiness is gut wrenching but the constant banging on the bathroom doors offers little time for small talk. “Oh my god,” you breathe out, bursting into laughter with the girl who just made you see stars. 

She’s still grinning when she sticks her drenched fingers into her mouth, sucking off your cum. Your own laugh falters, panties feeling impossibly damp impossibly fast. Shane almost snorts, “Don’t look at me like that,” despite her voice sounds serious. 

Head cocked to look down at you, Shane’s free hand reaches up to brush your hair back into place. “This was fun,” you say, tugging the hem of your dress down to where it should be. 

“Yeah,” Shane nods. She licks her lips as she takes what you guess as her last look at you

“Maybe I’ll see you around.” 

ignore me posting this earlier…

[allarica]

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[cyberpunkaddict]

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"You flatter me."

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[h0l0gramglasses]

yk writing fun little fics about you and your friends being in the star trek universe is all well and good until you're sitting awake at midnight closely inspecting photos and videos of john de lancie's face because you cannot for the life of you tell what colour his fucking eyes are and you need it for literally one sentence in a character description

[parcai]

spooky season feat. underworld sibs 🎃👻

[m4gp13]

Can we talk about how badly Frank was done dirty??? There are lots of reasons for this but I'm specifically going to look at his whole thing with Leo because that part hits closer to home. When I was reading HOO, I always looked forward to Frank's chapters because I related to him so much more than the other characters entirely because of his experience as the victim of Leo's bullying. When he made a mention that he was just waiting for Leo to make a mention about his short-lived gorilla transformation? That part hit hard.

I kept waiting for a chapter or even a little dialogue exchange where Frank or someone else calls Leo out for his shitty behaviour and makes him think critically about his actions. He tells his jokes to protect himself but doesn't consider the harm they cause to others. And he was especially mean to Frank for no reason. You could argue that he had an internalised rivalry with him because of the weird Hazel love triangle but while we know that Frank likes her (he and Hazel were dating when they met Leo) from what I remember we don't really get much from Leo about his feelings towards Hazel. We know he cares about her but we never really get a sense that he wants to get with her and we certainly don't see him thinking about Hazel the same way he was thinking about Thalia or Khione.

It just feels like he was being shitty to Frank mostly out of pettiness at best and just for the fun of it at worst. He never missed an opportunity to have a dig at him and the worst part is that FRANK KNOWS THIS. After the gorilla incident, he was bracing himself for whatever joke Leo would make about it! But then Frank magically turns buff and it stops being an issue? What the fuck? Frank's Magical Girl transformation into a hot guy is just so, so lazy on Rick's part because A) it makes the only plus-sized person in the main cast a conventionally attractive muscle jock, B) it acts as an easy way to bypass Frank's character development and C) it gives Leo an easy out so he never has to reckon with his gross bullying because Frank turns hot and suddenly Leo's okay with respecting him now? What's that supposed to imply? That Leo only bullied him because he was fat and now that he isn't Leo doesn't find it funny to make fun of him? Or that now he's too scared of his muscles to take the piss?

As someone who's been bullied, particularly for being the chubby kid, I found it so disgusting. I know Leo's a bit of a fan favourite but I just hated him the whole way through HOO because he was just so shitty and never had to change his views. He just shut up one day and it was all fine and dandy.

And it's not like there weren't opportunities to fix this. Leo and Frank's talk in the underwater cave could have been good for this. It's nice that got to bond over their mutual dead mothers, lack of homes and fear of fires but it would have been nice if during that talk Frank confronted Leo about his bullying and made him actually digest what his humorous defence mechanism is doing to the people around him. Telling jokes to protect yourself is fine but not when it actively harms another person. Also, Hazel was dating Frank and was very emotionally invested in Leo. She could see what was going on between them and, to my recollection, never spoke with either of them about it. She and Frank never had a talk about how uncomfortable Frank is with Leo and how much his digs hurt him. She never brought it up to Leo to ask why he treats Frank like that or ask him to talk. It's like she's in her own personal bubble completely separate from them.

Then there's Percy, who, in SoN, we're told has become very good friends with Frank. And then we never see that friendship at all in the next three books. Percy already doesn't like Leo and they have that little confrontation in the gladiator arena when they went to get Nike. It would have been really great if Leo got to express his anger at Percy for leaving Calypso, assuming he's objectively the Good Guy in the situation, but then is confronted by Percy for his treatment of Frank (Percy's supposed friend) and Leo needs to reorient himself in where he stands in relation to Percy and the others. He needs to get off his high horse and recognise the harm he has caused to others, just like Percy, instead of wallowing in his own paradoxical self-pity and superiority complex.

[hydesjackiespuddinpop]

make me choose @multiteendramasthatilove asked Jimmy/Hazel or Jenna/Connor

Bonus:

[dragynkeep]

No but imagine: Salem adopting Hazel and Gretchen, training them, then sending them out as double agents against Oz. Gretchen wholeheartedly believing in Salem, hello maiden candidate, but Hazel starting to be convinced by Oz; when it comes time to attack, Hazel hesitates which gets Gretchen killed. So now it's not just revenge, it's doubling down because that means (trusting in) Oz killed her, and turning on Salem would mean accepting Hazel caused his sister's death and losing his mother too.

goddd it would've been so good. there are plenty of ways to have salem entrenched in the plot without showing her & doing this with gretchen / hazel would be a really good way in doing so, especially to give some validity in him blaming oz yet still siding with the woman who is indirectly responsible for his twin's death.

plus y'know, the added trauma of salem seeing them as her replacement children only to find out what she did to her actual children. the horror. it's so good

[stood-onthecliffside]

it's my bestie @iknowitwontwork birthday! yes time is really moving which is INSANE! but hazel how are you so talented and kind (gaslighter but lets pretend that you're not for today!) and an amazing person in the entire world!! forever in love with the nh timezone and even though you're mean to me which is like being mean to a baby :/// that's okay because you're one of my favourite mutual on this silly little website,,, ily so fucking much <333 especially when you scream me to go to bed (even though your sleep schedule aint the greatest) ily ily ily butter burner okie muhaw <333

US IN A NUTSHELL BASICALLY

[jasontoddssuper]

Rick accidentally coding so much of his cast as queer girls though."Annabeth is a tomboy who thinks her 'boyfriend' is an annoying idiot and she likes Piper and Reyna much better but she believes they're soulmates because everyone kept telling them they'd end up together so she's convinced herself that they're right" "Percy is uncomfortable with being viewed as 'the ideal male hero',constantly wishes her life was different and admires almost every woman she comes across because of them wearing their different versions of girlhood proudly" "Hazel and Leo ended up having a brother-sister dynamic after she got over her crush on him that was based on his looks alone" like hello!!!We talk about the boys being queer all the time and that's great but i say we discuss this too

🚫Harry P*tter/Mar*uders Era/D*smp fans dni🚫

@girlbossbigbrother @1clown1 @chaoticcerise @lucbian @transanjali @peachyblkdemonslayer

[hazel-of-sodor]

Man, I'd love to see your take on Gay Crusader (one of Gordon's IRL brothers)

Sorry for the wait, but I wanted to do art for this and never found the time. Gay Crusader is one of the American A3s. You see most engines (especially large ones) were snuck out of Britain rather than kept. Gay Crusader was snuck out to America aboard the SS United States. America had (at least in theory) had locomotive rights since the 1890s. Upon his arrival and subsequent overhaul he was offered a job in New York hauling Passenger trains on the old New York Central tracks. He was very popular as one of the only steam engines left on the line (a story for another time). By the late 70s he was ready to retire from regular service. He spent several years in retirement before he was approached by a gay rights group. Starting in the 80s, Gay Crusader pulled a series of excursions, painted in what would become his iconic Pride livery. While he has since retired in the early 2010s, replaced by younger engines, his home shed is consider an important pilgrimage for LGBTQ Activists.

[silencedrage]

ALLIE STEVENS (@doomdays) said "i thought that i was special."

It takes Hazel a second to register that Allie is speaking to them. Well, maybe not to them exactly but they're the only one still left in the locker room after practice. Peering over their shoulder at their teammate, Hazel hesitates before a reply is spilling forth without them realizing, a common habit.

"I think you are. I mean, you're a freshman who made it onto varsity, if we're talking about the soccer part, and you seem pretty popular if we're talking about other things." They pause, trying to wrack their brain for other possibilities for what Allie may have meant.

Oh right, maybe the gaping hole of the rest of the varsity team that has been missing for over a year now after their plane went down, a plane that Allie was supposed to have been on.

Hazel's not quite sure how to bring that up since it seems to be a taboo topic more often than not so they just go back to stuffing their cleats into their bag. "Did someone say something to you?"

[allarica]

But magic is neither good nor evil. It is a tool, like a knife. Is a knife evil? Only if the wielder is evil.

Sorcerer Hazel as

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