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[fictionalvillainenjoyer]

The urge to draw my Starligh Express OC's: Vee and Misty (LESBIANS) along with Post and Trek.

LITERALY DYINGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

[afflicted-astra]

i need some fucking help because i remember someone making a post talking about how split headcode designs can be like. eyes for a locmotive and I FORGOT WHO IT WAS AND I'M SITTING HERE LIKE THIS TRYING TO REMEMBER WHO IT WASSS

[kiwichaeng]

The crazy thing about ToN? I was preparing to mourn some deaths and  was so worried for the first time campers. When a germani threw Sherman Yang off the side of the building I just went in shock BUT HE SURVIVED!! NO ONE ON THE GOOD SIDE DIED!!!! There were so many death in the last 4 books but the last one had no deaths.

[theterribleblueglove]

“Yesterday” AU prompt

Paul McCartney was briefly a well-loved musician in the early 1960s, until he “died.” However, a few conspiracy theorists insist that Paul is secretly still alive, living under the alias of “William Shears Campbell.” Why is Paul in hiding? You write the fic and tell me. Ringo is a homeless hippie who travels the world living in trains, which he names and tells stories about to whomever is young enough or stoned enough to be interested in listening. He sometimes spray paints squiggly artwork on the boxcars, of “elaphant” feet and such. What he lacks in drawing ability, however, he more than makes up for in drumming.

George never met the Dali Llama, and never had his spiritual awakening, and never found his purpose. He’s sad. Or angry. Or drunk/high. You decide. 

And John of course lived to an old age, but what actually happened before that is up in the air. 

[2inx4inx8inbrick]

CSX CM44AH 7111, ES40DC 5484, and GP38-2 2802 southbound, Miamisburg, Ohio

10/15/25

[scottishscotty]

[365elephantsoap]

THE LAST TRAIN TO CLARKSVILLE

Union Station does it for me. Every time I walk into that space, I feel like I am stepping into something sacred. The way the sun streams in through the floor to ceiling windows causes me to gasp and even when it is a mess like it is right now because they’re getting the holiday decorations up, I can’t help myself from getting lost in the light and shadows reflected on the marble tile floor. The last time we were there, we had some time to kill as we waited for a shop to open. The morning had turned from normal errands to feeling touristy. I looked at Michael and said “Let’s go see if there’s a train we can get on and just go somewhere.” Now, as I just typed that, I know exactly who I sound like. It’s almost like he’s whispering in my ear.

Dad.

Dad was my adventure partner. He was the one giving permission to ride any and all airplanes at the fly-ins. It was his truck that we’d jump into to go chase down the hot air balloon or follow the firefighters out to a grass fire. Dad was the one that would suggest we go to the airport and see how many airports we could go see in one day. We never got around to that one and now I have serious regrets for not ever responding to this crazy shenanigan with anything other than “YES!'“ All of those car dealership drives he did? He didn’t do those just for the money. He did those drives because he loved the adventure of hitting the road and just going somewhere.

Micheal and I walked to the Amtrak area to look at the schedule and if there had been any trains leaving in the next ten minutes, I think I could have convinced Michael to get on it with me. Really, though we could have been killing time at the airport or the bus station and I would have said “hey, let’s try to catch the next flight or bus!” It’s just that those places aren’t as nice to hang out in as our Union Station. Our airport is a giant mess at the moment with three different terminals and construction for a new airport that will connect all the terminals in progress. The whole romantic setting of our Union Station should draw more train traffic than it really does. As it is now, there are only two or three train departures a day from the Kansas City station and we had already missed the morning ones. If we had been there earlier, we could have had dinner in Chicago. Instead we just looked into taking the train to Chicago for Spring Break next year.

The train is a mode of travel I have yet to experience for more than an hour or so. The last time I was on a train was in December of 2019 and I rode it from DC to Baltimore so I could spend the evening with Bradley and Ethan. That was the last trip I took before the world shut down and thank goodness it included that epic party in the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. In my mind, riding the train is just like all the old black and white movies I used to watch. It is a romantic notion and I have dreams of riding the train just to sit for hours staring out the window or focusing on some writing project. My friend Jeff has ridden the train a number of times from here to St. Louis to visit his parents and he said that he always ends up sitting next to the drunk guy. He said there’s always drunk people on the train. My friend Jason disagrees with Jeff. He said he’s always had a pleasant time riding the train. I think they’re both right.

That day, Michael and I didn’t get on a train. We settled for planning our next adventure and just being tourists in this city with riding the streetcar and wandering around Pryde’s in Westport, talking ourselves out of ridiculous kitchen gadgets. As we walked around Westport trying to decide on lunch, our friend Aaron yelled at us from across the street, where he was bartending at Kellys and we ended up having a beer while chatting with Aaron while we figured out where to eat lunch. We had another beer at Mickey’s Hideaway where we settled for lunch. The walls are papered with an old high school yearbook and Michael pointed to a picture behind me. It was picture of James Westphal, a local celebrity thanks to Paul Rudd’s character in Anchorman. They were college roommates and Michael knows James from his bartending days.

We eventually made our way back to where we had parked the car, getting almost as many steps in as we would roaming around on vacation. And, yeah…we didn’t get on an Amtrak train to head out on an adventure, but we didn’t really need to in order to have a day of being a tourist.

[superpruchika99world]

Metro passengers in India can now carry one bag weighing up to 25 Kg

Current Affairs Metro train passengers in the country can now carry a heavier bag as the weight limit has been increased to 25 kg from 15 kg. According to rules notified by the Union Housing and Urban Affairs Ministry on August 27, only one bag weighing up to 25 kg is allowed and baggage in the form of bundles will not be permitted on metro trains.

The government has amended the Metro Railways (Carriage and Ticket) Rules, 2014. "No person shall, while travelling in metro railway, carry with him any goods other than one baggage containing personal belongings not exceeding 80 centimetres x 50 centimetres x 30 centimetres in size and 25 kilograms in gross weight.

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Except with prior approval of the metro railway administration," the notification stated. For dedicated metro trains for airports, the ministry has also allowed one bag weighing up to 32 kilograms. Baggage in form of bundles will also not be allowed on airport metro trains.

"In case of a dedicated metro line for airport connection, no person shall, while travelling in metro railway, carry with him any goods other than two baggages containing personal belongings not exceeding 90 centimetres...Read more.