#Tram Tracks

[robthepensioner]

Orion Curve on the tramway in Cleveleys. The name sounds like it should be in a science fiction novel or film.

[67thsheepscientist]

[streetsofdublin]

THE LUAS TRAM STOP AT DRIMNAGH AND NEARBY

Drimnagh is a suburb in Dublin, Ireland, situated on the Southside of the city between Walkinstown, Crumlin and Inchicore, bordered by the Grand Canal to the north and east

[ryansbedroom]

North Terrace, Adelaide - Friday December 8 2023.

[samuelroukin]

hey don’t think about the fact that izzy literally dying in his arms is pretty much the only time he had ed’s full attention

[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

[autism69]

как давно я не лежал на ковре...

[smute]

kekgkdk ok so. my mom went cycling yesterday and had a very interesting experience with a stranger. apparently a lady tried to overtake her on a narrow path (did not use her bell) and ended up in the ditch. she says she didnt even notice the woman until she heard the crash behind her. but whats interesting is what happened next. my mom stopped and turned around to offer help but the lady completely lost it. started yelling about being forced off the road and whatnot, so my mom just left her fuming in the ditch 😭😭😭 i just think its such a fascinating example of how your own attitude often dictates how other people react to you. like i know some people have a tendency to lash out when they're embarrassed, and apparently this was a pretty embarrassing situation for the other woman, but it also could have been such a pleasant interaction? like for goodness's sake just let the lady help you get your bike out of the ditch and dust you off and then you could laugh about it and be on your merry way. but no. she went fully nuts instead and ended up sitting on the ground alone in the bushes yelling about how some woman forced her off the path lmao

[raininyourblackeyes]

The childlike excitement I experience when I see that I'll catch a new tram >>>

[tatort-strassenbahn]

Ein paar eigene Bilder von einem Baum auf der Straßenbahngleise

(Keine Straßenbahnen oder Menschen kamen zu Schaden.)

[sweetenby]

I love being the weird little animal guy. I open up Instagram, my treasured friends and family have sent me bug videos. I open up tumblr my treasured friends and mutuals have sent me videos of fish. I go to work my coworkers see me and immediately pull out their phones to show me the spider they saw that "made me think of you"

[streetsofdublin]

UPPER DOMINICK STREET

Originally a Georgian residential street, Dominick Street was constructed in the 1750s by the Dominick family. Once a fashionable place to reside, over time the street fell into decline and many large houses became tenement buildings.

[eurofox]

Saw two people lying unresponsive in the CBD, wonder wtf is going on

[oknonawarszawe]

[youjustwaitsunshine]

being a restorer/conservator friend group is so funny, you cant go anywhere without someone taking an interest in some old stuff standing on the street. today we impulsively picked up a 1920s cupboard from the street that was supposed to be thrown away and carried it off back to uni to stash it until we have a better way to transport it, this weekend i'll help to pick up a 150 year old piano that was supposed to be thrown away, a few days ago we spent half an hour looking through some old books someone left on a window ledge,,

[caffeinatedphotos]