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Hi, and welcome to my blog. Sorry about all the silent reblogs, original work is on there, and I got a shitload of stuff in my drafts, and I also have to deal with the entities known as lack of willpower, laziness, procrastination, and possible undiagnosed autism.

Don't expect any stated coherent post schedule for more than a day or three.

prokopetz

Blackout poetry exists on a dual axis from "banal" to "insightful" on the input side and "kind of deep" to "incredibly fucking dumb" on the output side, and while taking something banal and producing something kind of deep is well and fine, for my money taking something insightful and rendering it incredibly fucking dumb is where the real art is.

petrodykeonicapocalypse

absolutelynotclassicusernam-blog

#i stuck the word 'banal' in there twice specifically so that 'anal' would be low hanging fruit#but i genuinely did not anticipate 'banana' --@prokopetz

inthefallofasparrow

poegostick-blog

dogpuppy

At the local hamburger shop and they said yelled out “order 167!” And three middle school age kids yelled in perfect unison “ 6 7!” Life is sometimes so beautiful

moisterpeggingchampion

If you reference 67 you deserve to be executed on the spot tbh

dogpuppy

If I was king for a day the first thing I would do would be to sentence you to a life full of love and understanding.

funtergeist

thing i drew before chapter 5 came out... i didnt like it enough to post but i think its more relevant now

mean-scarlet-deceiver

Tell me, has James' aesthetic-based wheedling ever gotten a Class 46 onto Sodor? And maybe gotten said class 46 blushing just a bit too much?

(Background: OP sent this ages ago—my bad—in response to my proposal about James and how, given that he is always either operating at either 0% or 100%, he would probably take ‘oh okay i’m cool with diesels now’ way further than necessary, especially when confronted with the reality that some of his new mates are also about to be withdrawn—and at this point he simply has no capacity left to accept engines being scrapped. ‘A certain class 46’ is the sublime OC who Joe depicts rescued—though not by James!—and afterwards settling in wonderfully as she continues to stir things up on Sodor to this day.)

Ahhhh! After a while Delta had flitted through my mind too! <3 But I can’t decide which is the better way to cross-breed these two universes. Especially with keeping Delta in-character. Thoughts? ;)

Neither of them seem to involve her blushing, though. That would come later. But Delta is a very different breed from the rest of James’s rescues…

Option A: Delta is the first diesel that James takes it upon himself to wheedle onto Sodor. By instinct, he attempts to talk her up when presenting her to FC3. He starts with great confidence, but quickly trails off... glances sideways... at a loss.

Because the truth is at this point he has no idea what the aesthetic selling points of diesels are. They all still look like big-ass buzzboxes to him.

“She’ll be great! She can handle fast and heavy loads, she has experience with all kinds of main line workings, she doesn’t need one of those stupid brake tenders, and just look at her! 😇 She’s got those splendid—um—well… uh… those headdiscs? I dunno… anyway, um… well, anyroad, I’m sure with a decent coat of paint you could make her presentable…”

James sounds dubious.

Not even piqued, Delta—brightly and helpfully—supplies a rundown of her finer points.

They both plain lose the thread of the deputation as Delta, all enthusiasm, takes a deeply interested James to diesel beauty school... until FC3 coughs pointedly.

joezworld

So, just to recap, Delta came to Sodor in summer of 1977, and was rescued/stolen by Henry and Bear. Let's pretend that didn't happen, and see how James would do it.

October, 1980 James arrived at Barrow station one Friday to collect the midday through train from Manchester to the ferry docks at Kirk Ronan. None of the engines particularly liked this train - Manchester station's coaching stock had many ideas above their station, and ordered about any engine that pulled them, no matter how experienced or gentle they might be! As such, his already bad mood only worsened when he realized that the diesel from Manchester was still attached to the train. "Oi!" He cried indignantly. "Shove off you buzz-box! This is my train!" The diesel started - it clearly hadn't been expecting anyone to speak to it. "What? No! No it isn't!" It - she - stuttered. "It's my train! I'm taking it!" "No! I'm taking it!" "Well - well - well - I'm already coupled to it, so there!" "That doesn't mean anything!" "It does!" "Doesn't!" "Well I'm taking it anyways!" The diesel said insistently. "How are you going to do that?" "Like this!" Before James anything else, the signal dropped, the guard blew his whistle, and the diesel drove out of the station with James' train rattling behind her! James was speechless, and could scarcely do more than splutter and grumble about the diesel as his driver parked him under the water tower. "Don't worry about it," He said kindly. "Girls always want what you've got - just ask my brother; he's a divorce lawyer!" He laughed at his joke, and didn't notice that James had no idea what he was talking about. In James' cab, the fireman rolled his eyes. "Jokes aside - I think that we'll be pulling that train soon enough." Confused noises followed this statement, and he continued. "Neither of you heard that thing? Her motor was knocking like a debt collector - it is not long for this world." Soon enough, his fireman was proved right when the stationmaster came over to them. "That diesel's failed out by Kellsthorpe Road, they need someone to drag it to the works." - Another engine had taken the train on to Kirk Ronan, leaving the diesel parked in the station's bay platform. James was smiling broadly as he collected the locomotive, and was just about to make the first of many teasing remarks at the other engine's expense when the diesel spoke up. "Hey," She said conspiratorially as James started pushing her down the main line towards the works. "You've got to help me." "What?" Why did a diesel need help? "I'm trying to escape!" She hissed. "Like that Great Western engine did - if I go back to Derby it's curtains for me!" "What? Like Oliver? But you're a diesel!" "A non-standard one!" She retorted, eyes wide. "And keep your voice down! I'm only worth scrap value to BR, so I'm not going back! Either help me, or stay out of my way!" "What?!" James was utterly bewildered. This was not how diesels were supposed to act! "Oh forget it!" She snapped. "Just don't say anything, okay?" James goggled at her, and she scowled back at him. The rest of the trip to Crovan's Gate Works was in an uneasy silence as James tried to wrap his mind around what the diesel had said. Arriving at the works, James blinked as he saw that the yard - normally a hive of men and activity - was empty. He blinked as several things clicked into place in his mind:

Monday was a bank holiday

The management at the works went home early on Fridays

The Fat Controller had been looking for a new engine

The workers who were present were all junior tradesmen who listened to the engines

Nobody would notice until Tuesday

"Play along." He whispered to the diesel as his crew went off to find the works staff - and the staff canteen. He knew they wouldn't be back for a while. "What?" It was her turn to be confused. At that moment, one of the workers wandered up. "What's all this then?" He asked, looking at the diesel. James put his hastily formed plan into action. "This is the new engine the Fat Controller has been looking for!" He said quickly. "Haven't you heard? She needs her engine sorted, some new paint, and some numbers - on the quick!" "Really?" The worker asked. "We haven't gotten any work orders for this." "Well of course you wouldn't have." James said as though it were obvious. "She's just come from Manchester today - they've probably not even sent the transfer papers yet, but The Fat Controller wants her ready in time for the Bank holiday traffic!" "Yes!" The diesel put in. "He wants me to run some of the fast trains, and I can't do that if my motor isn't up to snuff!" A crowd of workers had formed, and they all looked at each other. "Well, if Mr. Hatt said..." "If we don't get her into the paint shop now, they'll never have it done in time." "Don't you think we should work on her engine?" "Do you want to tell the Fat Controller why his engine looks like that? We can fix the motor while they're painting." "If you say so..." They did, in fact, say so, and when James shunted the diesel into the paint shop, his crew was none the wiser! "Thank you." The diesel whispered as the men rolled down the door of the paint shop. James merely winked at her. "Keep it dark - nobody will notice after the first week!" - A little later, as James' crew was turning him on the turntable, one of the men came out of the paint shop. "Uhhh, James?" He said questioningly. "We're having a small issue in regards to paint - you see, we haven't enough blue or green paint for that diesel." "So?" James didn't see what that had to do with him. "Well, we do have lots of red - your special shade, specifically. D'ya mind if we..?" Oh, He thought to himself. He did very much mind if they used his paint, but even Bear got a special coat of paint - and if this new diesel (and he suddenly realized that he had no idea what her name or number was) showed up looking like she did now - with shabby Rail Blue and nothing else - nobody would believe that she was one of the Fat Controller's engines. "Well, I suppose if you have nothing else..." He said after a long moment of consideration. -------------------- He didn't see the new diesel until after the bank holiday - Duck had chosen a most inappropriate time to fail, and James had had to fill in on the Little Western - but he'd heard several engines discuss a "new diesel" that seemed to match her description, which meant that his ruse was working. Gordon had been especially vocal about this engine, and had made several comments about their paint, which presumably meant that he was jealous. He finally ran into her again at Tidmouth Harbor on Tuesday, and he was very pleased to see that his red paint looked good on her - much better than the faded blue she'd been wearing before. The Fat Controller was also there, which was odd. "James!" The man said jovially. "I trust you've met 46 040?" "Yes sir!" James replied brightly, glad he now knew the diesel's number. "I took her to the works to get painted!" "Really?" The Fat Controller was surprised. "Yes sir!" James continued on. "After all, she can't work on this railway without a new coat of paint!" "Really?" He said again. James' smile faltered. He wasn't buying it. "Yes sir! You authorized it when you had her transferred from Manchester last week!" "Gateshead." The diesel whispered. "I mean transferred from Gateshead!" "I did?" The Fat Controller looked skeptical. "Yes!" Both engines said at once, 46 040 saying it a touch more desperately than James. "Why?" "I don't like to speculate, sir." James said, suppressing a wince at the blatant lie. "Well," Said the Fat Controller slowly, doing the verbal equivalent of tossing James a rope to pull

himself out of the hole he'd dug himself. "What would your reasoning be? Presumably I told you, otherwise you wouldn't be so knowledgeable in this... unique situation." James grasped at the conversational rope, unaware that it was noose-shaped. "Well, to start with... uhh... She's very strong!" "Yes, I can see that. She is a type 4." "Of course she is! And she's very experienced! And she's heavy enough that she doesn't need a brake tender for going down Gordon's Hill!" James smiled broadly to cover up the fact that he knew almost nothing about this engine. 46 040 smiled as well, looking much more manic than James did. "Yes! I don't need a brake tender!" "Of course. But why did I select this engine, James? As opposed to say, 46 035, whom I met with last month?" 040 looked shocked, but James plowed onwards. "Because... because... well... she's better looking than that other engine! That one's hideous, but 040 here looks amazing!" He paused to actually look at the diesel. "I mean, just look at her paint! She looks great in red! I mean, every engine does, because red is the best color, but she does it really well!" He looked her up and down again. "And... and... she has these really nice... headcode discs... and..." He started to trail off - in truth, there wasn't anything he could name - she was just a box with rounded edges to his eyes. "My flush-mounted radiator vents." 040 supplied helpfully. "Yes!" James said quickly. "Her flush mounted radiator vents!" "And my tastefully raked windscreen." "Her tastefully raked windscreen!" "Don't forget my bogies - they're 1-Co-Co-1 - a very rare arrangement indeed." "And her very rare 1-Co-Co-1 bogies!" James exclaimed. "Sir, I could go on if you needed me to, but I feel as though the evidence speaks for itself!" The Fat Controller had turned a most unusual colour indeed, and said that he had heard enough. James and 040 waited until he got into his car and left before letting out breaths they didn't know they were holding. "That was a close one." James said. "I'll say!" 040 said. "You're very good at this lying business - I never would have been able to pull something like that in the Midlands." "Well," James said boastfully. "I don't like doing it, but I can if I need to." He paused. "Although, I would like to apologize - I don't know anything about you diesels - what was that you were saying about your bogies and windscreen?" The 46 smiled brightly. "It's just some things that we diesels all find appealing. I could tell you about it if you'd like?" "Please do!" James could tell that he was going to like this engine. --------------------------- Days Later Bear pulled up the fuel pumps to find James and the New Diesel - 46 something or other - already there. "Hi!" The 46 said. "You're Bear, right? Do you mind if we talk about you for a few minutes?" "No?" Bear said, wondering if he was going to regret it. "Great!" The 46 looked at James. "So to start with, he's got this really wide spacing between his axles - it's something that only Hydraulic engines have and it looks wonderful... ------- Twenty Minutes Later Henry looked up as Bear rolled into the sheds on his road. "What did James wan- what happened to you?" Bear was flushed to the point of being beet red. "When's your next train?" "I have the evening express, but-" "Okay." Bear looked at him. "What kind of transmission do I have? Say it slowly." "You've got a Mekydro Transmission, but what doe- mmmph!" Henry was cut off as Bear growled like an animal before lurching forward, slamming his buffers against Henry's and kissing him as hard as he could.

derinthescarletpescatarian

A cat can be made so happy by just letting it sit on you, and maybe petting it a bit

Nix agrees

Yeah, Richie agrees

You don't have to grieve alone.

dailyhistorymemes

The Choctaw-Irish Brotherhood(via)

paula-of-christ

im-the-princess-now

I love stuff like this. Didn’t a tribe in Africa send America some cows after 9/11? Like this is holy and the most valuable thing we have. We hear your suffering and want to do anything in our power to help

dresshistorynerd

It was not a potato famine. The famine didn’t happen because of the potato yeald failing. Ireland was actually producing more than enough food. However it was almost all land owned by Brittish landowners, who took all of the food out of the country to sell in UK. Potato was what the Irish farmers ate, because it was cheep and could be produced in worst parts of the land, where more profitable food couldn’t be grown. When there were no longer potatos, the decision for the farmers was to either starve and sent the food as rent to the landlords or loose their homes and then starve.

The Brittish goverment was unwilling to do anything for two reasons. First was the laissez-faire capitalistic ideology, that put the rights of property owners to make profits above human lives. Rent freeze was unthinkable and they even were unwilling to do proper relief efforts as free food would lower the cost of food. The second reason was distain for the Irish, and the thought that they were “breeding too much” and the famine was a natural way to trim down the population, aka genocidal reasoning.

This is why it’s important to stress it was not a potato famine. The potato blinght was all over Europe but only in Ireland there was a famine. The reasons behind it had nothing to do with potatos and everything to do with the Brittish.

Apparently what made Choctaw want to offer relief to Irish was the news about the Doolough Tragedy. Hundreds of starving people were gathered for inspection to verify they were entitled to recieve relief. The officials would for *some reason* not do that and instead left to a hunting lodge 19 kilometers away to spend the night and said to the starvqing people they would have to walk there by morning to be inspected. The weather conditions were terrible and many of them died completely needlessly during the walk thoroung day and night.

This apparently reminded the Choctaw of their own very recent (and much more explicit and bigger scale) experiences of ethnic clensing, where they were forcibly relocated. It was basically a death march and thousands of Choctaw died from the terrible conditions also completely needlessly.

In 2015 a memorial named Kindred Spirits was installed in Southern Ireland to commemorate the Chactow donation.