Me, after a Test Match Special commentator expresses their belief that the new All Creatures Great and Small is somehow "better" than the 1978 version: This is pure insanity and TMS can no longer be trusted on anything, how can they even be trusted to know about cricket, do they have no TASTE
Ever since hearing about/watching the 2021 Awdry Christmas lecture, I’ve been thinking about how Awdry’s notes refer to Duke as both a “he” and “she.”
In my headcanon/AU, I imagine Duke hearing that typo. Maybe it’s in a monograph that’s going around. Maybe it’s still a YouTube video in that universe, streamed on a laptop for the SKR’s engines. Regardless of how, Duke blinks at being called a “she.”
The others ask if it bothers him. He tells the truth: no, it doesn’t. There’s no harm behind it. “It was simply an accident,” he says. Yet he feels a pang in his cylinders.
Soon, he realizes that he didn’t want it to be an accident.
All his life, Duke assumed that he was only a “he.” His builders and managers told him so. He did feel like a “he” a lot of the time, and he didn’t have the space or energy to probe any deeper on the MSR.
But he’s on the SR now. He knows nobody’ll kick up a fuss, trusts everyone here. So he asks them all to call him a “she” some days — on days when “he” doesn’t settle quite right.
And it feels wonderful. It’s the same joy she felt when Stuart and Falcon called her Granpuff for the first time. “I’m not one for sentimentalities,” she says one evening, “but I truly feel… fuller, in a sense.”
Later, Rheneas and Rusty suggest the idea of different lamp irons for Duke. On days when Duke’s a “he,” he can wear a lamp with a copper handle. On days when Duke’s a “she,” she can wear a lamp with a brass handle. Duke loves this, taking it up once the works have the lamps ready. It’s quick and efficient communication.
“For once, ye’re plain-speakin’,” Duncan says once he sees the lamps. But he’s smiling. Duke smiles back, chuckling at Rusty’s eye-roll.
The only real bit of angst Duke feels over this whole thing is her name. She wants to keep it because she’s very proud of it, but she worries that His Grace wouldn’t think it proper anymore. “I couldn’t bear it if he asked me to be ‘Duchess’ on those days,” he admits.
“He won’t do that,” Skarloey tells him. “And even if he asks, you don’t have to give him anything. This isn’t a train to pull, after all. It’s something entirely yours.”
“We’re with you, Granpuff,” Peter Sam says, soft and gentle.
Sir Handel sits up tall. “He’ll have to get through us.”
In the end, Sir Robert expresses happiness on Duke’s behalf. “A title is supposed to empower you. If you feel strengthened by it, emboldened by it, then I’d say it’s the right fit!”
Duke is grateful. (So are Sir Handel and Peter Sam, who shelve their plans of vengeance on Sir Robert for saying anything different.) And life goes on even brighter and richer than before.
Your Funtime freddy is so cute, I recently just got back into my hyper fixation of him and would love to take him on a festival date 🥰 he looks so sweet in your design
Aw thanks so much!! 😭🩷
[Sort of fall fest moment let's gooo] honestly a festival would be the perfect date for funtime freddy! He'd have so much fun and get so many prizes n sweet treats!
anyway i know i've never properly explained what happened on thursday so... here we go??????
was super fortunate to stand where i did, i literally walked to the side from my previous spot like, minutes before he came out to the front of the hotel. so i'm just standing there on the street, contemplating going back to my place because george arrived back at the hotel, and used the side entrance. so i'm like. cool, we missed that, anyway... then a couple minutes later there's massive screaming coming from the front of hotel, and it's george of course, so i'm like, awh, what the fuck..... obviously i weaved my way into the crowd a bit, and got my little stupid sign and the book out! was super lucky to have walked to the side, as the merc cars were on the left side, and my previous spot in the middle would have been shit. so anyway, he looked into our direction for a sec, and everyone is immediately like "george!!!" and that was when he spotted the sign and pointed at me! and then that was it, and i'm like awh, come onnnnn, it's for you! (not sure he could even read the sign, idk, probably just saw his name and he was like oh? hi??!!!) so anyway, he's painting that car, my heart is quite literally trying to break my ribs or something and i'm :( and :). then, picasso finishes his masterpiece and it's free cap time. obviously he goes to the right side of the hotel first, and i'm :( again. professional cap thrower gr does his best to throw the caps out to the crowd. even jumps on the cars' platform to make a better throw. he's super jumpy, and long, and endearing. then! jumps off the platform and!!!!!!! :) does his usual jog to us to fucking HAND a cap to the idiot with the sign. i'm in the 2nd row probably, i have a good couple of people in front of me, but thanks dad for the only good genes you gave me, i was massively helped out here by my height and my long ass arms. so he tries handing the cap to me right ("here you go") and obviously everyone is trying to grab it, and i'm like nooo and he's like "NO" and fucking makes sure that it's in my hand. ends with a little "thank you", and before i can react at all, he's already moving on and giving out the next cap, and i'm like !!!!! WAIT NO, THE BOOK!!!!!!!!
but it stays in my hand, with the sign and the cap, while my phone is in my right hand, still recording, facing the side of course...
so at this point i'm like. what the fuck has just happened, what the hell is going on, i can barely think and breathe at all-
so i sit down in the park, i'm having a mini heart attack, and i inform everyone of my adventures. i don't know how long i have sat there, but i was like. dead dead. so after i've collected myself i start walking back to the hostel, and then my mom is calling me, because she refuses to text. obviously i tell her everything too, and anyway as i'm sitting on this random bench, talking, gwen walks down with like 2 other people in front of me. and i'm like mom, hold on a sec what the f-, so i jump up, i catch up to him and i try being as polite as i can while i'm having the 6213rd heart attack of the day. so i tell him that i made this book for george, but i couldn't give it to him earlier when he gave me the cap yada yada, can he please give it to him? and he's like. super nice, at the mention of george he's smiling and he's like, sure, opens the book for a sec and asks "just give it to him?" i tell him that of course, i made it for him, it's just for him, i don't need it back etc. then he says that now he's having dinner with some friends, but he's seeing george tomorrow (friday), so he'll give it to him then. i thank him, and ask him to please thank george for the cap and uhm... yeah. that was thursday in a nutshell, i guess. :]
//// i'll say that i was quite literally too stunned to use my brain, like, i think my pulse hit a record high, my hands were shaking etc but here are some things i can recall: he's tall. long. so long. hair fluffier than you could imagine. and a super calming brown. skin clear and moisturized, crops watered. eyes bigger than the universe. and he is so jumpy. every limb of his is just !!!!! moving moving moving. so expressive. both his face and his body language. and like. you know how great he looks in photos? yeah? ok, now triple that. like. jesus fucking. christ......
and anyway i died. and finally, yesterday i allowed myself a lil cry! :)
i fear i was running out of space in the tags but can i just say. try again is so good. it’s just like. so well written and i don’t know how to say this in a way that doesn’t sound insane lmafo. but like every time i read it i get this lingering emotion that i can like. physically feel and i just have to sit there and think about it for a while. i’m so proud of you and i hope you are also proud of yourself and try again because you really really should be !!!!! i’m always impressed by your talent and your brain and thank you for writing and sorry if i sounded insane i could not properly put this into words !! (your writing has me too stunned to speak !!!)
EGGY i cannot thank you enough i wanted to send you an ask as soon as i saw your reblog because i was so thankful and moved by it!!! thank you so so much like honestly i am so thankful for your tags and support and for how you word things!! sometimes i feel like i just slap all my feelings into a document and so like i understand the emotions but i can't really put them into words?? and so reading your tags literally helps me understand my own writing better and i'm SO thankful for that <33 literally i will be keeping this ask and those tags forever thank you so so much!!! i'm so glad you loved it and i am literally melting at your words i cannot put my own feelings into proper words pls do not worry at all!! it didn't sound insane at all or maybe we can be insane together!! that's okay too <3 AND I LOVE YOU SIMMERING EGGY!! THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MEANS THE WORLD TO ME <3
This drawing was inspired by her fic, “Carnations” , in which Toni and Port meet in Granada, amid a sea of carnations, on the occasion of Carlos and Isabel’s recent wedding. In the background you can see the Alhambra, the palace where the royal couple spent their honeymoon.
the chances of the people seeing this aren't super likely so this is highly inefficient but i'm too afraid to approach people personally…. yet i've been burning with the need to express my gratitude for the tags i've received individually somehow and figured, i could do it the way i do best. in the tags 😅
(sorted by most recent) (i capped the limit hard here) (some ✂️✂️ had to be done 😔) (i still like this format a lot though) (might do this again in the future idk would people like that??) (i hope it's not mortifying for anyone……..)
it's sorta the way i like it, indirect and unimposing, even if it's kinda. wieldy. but it's just on my blog so anything goes right? although in saying that, i am open to being imposed on. like if someone wants to talk about aci or something, like other fic?? i'm a big fic fiend. or anything else lol not sure what else you'd wanna chat about since so much of the stuff i've put out is just. about fic. but hey, if you're a person i don't mind being approached :>
(lol the way i've made this like a *throws out a bunch of paper slips* find your's 🎉) (might be obnoxious hm) (sorry...) (find your's if you want though 🫡)
Enoch simp returns haha, was wondering about another x reader with intimate stuff with him, not something outright nsfw but like, I like to see him as being dominant and liking to fluster, maybe even intimidating (cuz I’m kinda into that haha) but not too far as to genuinely scare. I’m aware these are getting progressively more intimidate I just still have the biggest crush on the guy XD
Heya! I am starting to see a progression from fluff to something else here, my dear Enoch simp (I'm joking, don't worry, we've all been there!) And hell yeah, getting flustered is really good! I, personally, like bastard characters for that exact reason!
Intimate Headcanons for Enoch
As he believes himself to be a god, Enoch would be the dominant type when it comes to anything more intimate than a kiss. Sure, you can try to initiate something yourself, but expect him to take control almost immediately. After all, he cannot allow any kinds of misbehaviours at his workplace, not even from someone as important to him as you. Though, then again, because you’re so close to him he will show you who the real boss is.
If you do initiate something, he will get up from his chair and tower over you. That alone is usually enough to shoot fear in the eyes of the Elsen, but he is merely playing with you, and you know that. However, if you still like to act up, and especially act like a brat and defy him, he will pick you up and put you in his hand, telling you about how much you’re misbehaving.
Lastly, he will put his finger under your chin and make up look up at him, all the while telling you what he might need to do if you keep acting up like this.
However, he will still lavish you in big kisses while he can, even while showing you who you belong to. It’s important for him that you’re still comfortable above everything else, so if he even sees the slightest bit of discomfort, he will stop immediately and stroke you with his thumb instead, making sure to calm you down.
Even while in bed he usually gently pats you until you’ve fallen asleep. Seeing as he loves having you sleep on top of him, he makes it his priority you’re comfortable and warm, meaning you have your own blanket. Because Enoch is afraid of accidentally crushing you underneath his weight he doesn’t move, even in his sleep. He’s just that afraid of losing you. Yes, he may be a god and he may have everything he could desire, but he would rather lose all of that than you.