#train wreck

[reality-detective]

Interesting 👆

Is it then a cover-up? You Decide 🤔

[gavamont]

A wizard that is a sloppy bitch that writes all of his scrolls on scrap paper like bubblegum wrappers and notepads from hotels we stayed at months ago. He doesn’t have his shit together, but he has got really good at writing and drawing on tiny surfaces.

[nartothelar]

honeymoon un deux trois! 💛

[little-blurry]

[20th-century-railroading]

WRECKAGE ALONG THE MAIN LINE by Roger Bee Via Flickr: Baltimore & Ohio 4495 and two helpers slowly pass the scrap metal of a recent train wreck on the northwest edge of Harpers Ferry, West Virginia on 05-03-1966. Built in 1950, this EMD F7A looks to be in its original as delivered colors.

[tomorobo-illust]

See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/66237323

I found these sketches I forgot I made weeks ago during break time at work and decided to quickly clean up the lines and add a bit of colour 8D

I love the intense mind game and fight for power of trainwreck (Emmet/Volo). But I also love the cute Empier (Emmet/Piers) wholesome crush on music idol and idol who also has a crush but are idiots in love >w>

*Will be taking patreon requests soon so hold on tight my lovely bots! This month will be sketches and next month I will hopefully start to send the kyber crystal soaps ;D

[artists-ally]

{Train Wreck Pt. 2 Teaser}

Sooooo the next part for Train Wreck miiiggghhtttt be 12,000 words and I'm not done yet ahahaha- time for a little teaser!! Enjoy!

tagging: @librafairy @needylilgal022 @blessthepizzaman @cyrygher

Pt. 1 here!!

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“Now, stand here and smile.”

“That’s it?”

“For my sake, yes, that’s it. Don’t talk to anyone, just be quiet,” Cassian squared his shoulders as he stood next to Rhys and Feyre. Nesta was on his left, me on his right. 

“Eye eye, captain buzz-kill.”

He rolled his eyes. 

“You certainly do like getting under his skin,” Azriel’s voice chilled my spine. 

“It certainly is another one of my favorite hobbies,” I responded, smiling as a woman and her older husband walked by, shaking Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel’s hands. 

“Along with the pick pocketing and hot-wiring?”

Just to prove how fucking capable I was, I carefully reached down, effortlessly removing his watch from his left wrist. I held it up in front of his face, dangling it like a carrot. His eyes widened and he looked from his empty wrist to the watch in my hand. 

“A rolex? A little… basic, don’t you think? Certainly this one could sell for a few hundred thousand?”

“Give that back,” he lowered his voice, and I smirked. 

“Finders keepers.”

“Now.” He was so easily ruffled. I had found a weakness of his; he did not like it when I touched his stuff. 

I placed the hunk of metal into his open palm and he put it on with a clenched jaw. “Insult my skills again and I’ll make sure the cash is deposited into my bank account before you even realize the watch is missing.”

“You’re quick, I’ll admit that,” he still whispered. “But we both know that you hide behind a mask to cover up the fact that you lack any level of human decency.”

Now that fucking stung. “Who the hell are you to tell me about human decency? And what the hell happened to the whole ‘we got off on the wrong foot’ shit? Your words, not mine.”

The muscles in his jaw clenched as well as his fists. It was immediately wiped away as another guest approached. But when he was gone, his mouth was open again. 

“Fine, you got me there. Are you having a good time?”

“Do you honestly think I am?”

“I honestly don’t care,” he scoffed, eyes locking with mine when I stuck my tongue out at him. “You seriously need a lesson in etiquette.”

“And you seriously need a lesson in how to not be a douchebag,” I quipped, catching the attention of the couple that walked in front of us. I mouthed a ‘sorry’. 

Azriel’s shoulders shook with a suppressed laugh. “You really don’t know how to be subtle, do you?” “It’s not exactly in my play book,” I responded, plastering a fake smile on my lips. “And for the record, I know how to have some class.”

“You sure? Because you look more like you belong across the street.” He was referring to Midnight’s Shadow. And he was not subtle about the way he looked at my outfit. As much as I didn’t want to shiver at the gaze, I couldn’t help it. It made me feel guilty, especially when I saw Mor quickly stepping into line next to Azriel on the other side. 

“And I do. I’m far better at drinking and dancing than I am at pretending to be interested in this fucking sleep fest.”

Azriel grumbled another laugh, his voice deep. “The festivities are actually quite entertaining. All the old ladies flock to the bingo room the second it’s open. And the poker tournament is always fun to watch.”

“Do you have to already be registered to play?” My devious little brain was thinking about getting in on the action. 

“No, why?” He asked. 

“Because I might want to join them,” I shrugged. “What else is there to do?”

“You can play poker? I’ve barely seen you able to control your hair let alone your facial expressions,” Azriel jabbed, gesturing to the mess at the back of my head. 

“I have an amazing bluff. See? My poker face is already on, I’m standing here pretending to be civil with you when I really want to kick you to the fucking ground.”

Maybe a touch too hard. But his lips curled into a smile and I didn’t miss the way his eyes flicked to my mouth. Again. “Such a wicked, testy thing.”

[blaiddraws]

Whumptober day 21: Coughing up blood

“They are not dead. They are not dead. Right? They cannot be dead. I did not kill them. I did not tell the joltiks to kill them!” After speaking so much, Emmet could not catch his breath and he clutched at Ingo’s coat lapels, eyes pleading with the man as he coughed weakly.

from THE fic ever, The Good In Me by @ingo-ingoing-ingone

VERY painful but in probably the BEST way imaginable. it hurts me but it feels so so good. it's written so SO very well.

anyway. i CANNOT BELIEVE i forgot to post this earlier 🤦

[fanfictiondramione]

Underneath our bad blood We still got a sad song Home, still a home, still a home here It's not too late to build it back 'Cause a one in a million chance's Still a chance, still a chance And I would take those odds

Unbreak the broken Unsay these spoken words Find hope in the hopeless Pull me out of the train wreck Unburn the ashes Unchain the reactions I'm not ready to die, not yet

(Train Wreck by James Arthur)

[eltristanexplicitcontent]

@traingifs imma hope everyone adds "runaway railcar" gif to every post about parallel systems or ironlev or hyperloop pods or anything anyone thinks they're going to reinvent the railroad...

...voop, vwip!

[reality-detective]

BREAKING: Another train derailment. A railcar carrying a hazardous chemical has exploded prompting an emergency evacuation west of North Platte in Nebraska, several railcars caught fire.

More chemical spills! 🤔

[alwaysfartsilently]

Why I love this hellsite:

1.) No Twitterpoos

2.) I like everyone's shoelaces

3.) Everyone here mass-hallucinating Goncharov 1973 together

4.) Everyone's a train wreck

5.) Actual 'comedy' and 'freedom of speech' allowed

6.) This is a hellsite.

7.) Most of you have probably stopped reading by now.

8.) No one noticed the presence of fullstops now.

9.) If you've made it this far, congratulations! Here's some biology for you.

[morbidology]

In the early morning hours of the 22nd of June, 1918, Alonzo Sargent closed the cab window of the Michigan Central Railroad troop train he was driving as he chugged towards Hammond, Indiana. Shortly afterwards, he fell asleep. At the same time, a train carrying 400 performers and workers of the Hagenbeck-Wallace circus were just ahead of him on the track.

Shortly after 4AM, the Hagenbeck-Wallace circus train made an emergency stop to check one of the hot boxes that had seemingly malfunctioned. Sargent, who was still asleep, ran through the warnings of the stopped train and plowed straight into the back of it with such force that it completely obliterated the last four sleeping cars. 

In the subsequent wreckage and blaze, more than 200 circus members were injured and 86 were killed, most of whom were then interred in a mass grave in the Showmen’s Rest Section of Chicago’s Woodlawn Cemetery. Few of them were ever identified, therefore some of the graves simply read: “Unknown Female,” “Smiley,” “Baldy,” and another reads “4 Horse Driver.”

No animals were involved in the wreck. The travelling circus had two train segments and the segment carrying the animals was dispatched prior to the secondary segment which was carrying all the performers and workers. Sargent was criminally charged but in 1920, the charges were dismissed. The Hammond Train Wreck was one of the worst train wrecks in US history.

[nartothelar]

fluffy trainwreck doodles

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

"LOL! What the Actual EFF?! Think Fani Willis Is a Hot Mess? You Ain't Seen NOTHIN' Yet (Check Her Dress) – Twitchy"

It wasn't our imaginations: Fani Willis, who had the audacity to bring RICO charges (including a mug shot) against a POTUS and EVERYONE associated with him who researched the shady & illegal GA 2020 vote count, wore her dress backwards!

[20th-century-railroading]

OTTX 91795 with BN 577, Council Bluffs, IA

Looks like the end may be near for this SW1000. I'm not sure if she was rebuilt.

7-25-1987