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trains: malditamigs: Is this how he trains them? So cute!【★】~ Artist’s website
trains: malditamigs:

Is this how he trains them? So cute!【★】~ Artist’s website

malditamigs: Is this how he trains them? So cute!【★】~ Artist’s website

trains: I like trains. by ThisDudeWithTheThing MORE MEMES
trains: I like trains. by ThisDudeWithTheThing
MORE MEMES

I like trains. by ThisDudeWithTheThing MORE MEMES

trains: bogleech: lynati: movemequotes: Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw. But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.” The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem. On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay. But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes. But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.” The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish. And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore. Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school. The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room. When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem. ~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy … I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
trains: bogleech:

lynati:

movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it

bogleech: lynati: movemequotes: Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“G...

trains: You can’t drive trains from home…
trains: You can’t drive trains from home…

You can’t drive trains from home…

trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…
trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…
trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…
trains: My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

My dad is a model train hobbyist. The town he built for his trains has some interesting residents…

trains: chulacabra: sarlyne: calamitaswrath: wherefore-means-why-not-where: sixpenceeeblog: A train station in Denmark. no this is obviously a horror movie poster promoting a movie about haunted killer trains seeking revenge F̴̛̹͇̗͍̠̦̰̞̜̳̻̹͉̘̻͗̉ͪͣ́́̕͡A̡̹̘͓͉͙̪ͣ͆͐͐ͯ̔́ͤ̽̀H̡̛͉̮̬̙̗̠̑̈̔͋̓͆́́ͮ͗ͩ́ͮ͘͢͝R̝̯͈̪̫͓͔̣͊ͩ̑́ͯ̀ͥ̽̀̀͝͠S̛̙̫̣̥̑̌ͦ̓ͬͯ̍͊̄͂ͮ͆̈́ͦ͛ͣ̏́̕͟C̵̮̲̯͚͔͙̅̏̏̑ͬ͑Hͤͭ̓ͣͮ̌ͤ̑ͫ̅̎̒̏͐̒ͮ̎҉̴͘͏͔̪͔̦̫̬̗̫͙͕̝̻̣̣E̵̸̢̘̰̤̳̺ͣ̂́̊͊͌͟͟Į̵̣͖͇̩͓̩̗͙͖͕̌ͫͦ̽̋ͣ̂ͨͮ̉̍̉̋̊̎̂͛̎͘͞N̏̅ͧ̌ͩ̌ͣ̐̚҉̣̮̗̳̰͎̹̟̰̬̼̝̣̜͢ͅȨ̶̰̦̭̝̩̥̯̺̻̦ͧ̂̓̔͘͝ͅ ̴̸̩̟̮͍̺̤̻͖̮̟̱̟̮͍̮͉̘͖̓͛ͥͤ͊́̽̅̓̆̎̅̿̀͐͆̋͊ͅB̿ͬͨͭ́̕҉̗͔͍̳͔͔̹̖͙͇̞̳̤̝̦͓͈̩͜͠I̷͎̪̥̥̻̭̞̤̣͈͇͕͔ͩ̂͑ͦͬ̕ͅT̢͖̟̰͎͚̹̫̘̦͖̘̪̩͓̟̪͇̰̄̃̉ͦͯ͒̊̽̋̾̔ͤ͟ͅŤ͋̒͏̶̵̱̺̣͉͙̥͔̯̥̥̠̭͕E̝̦̬͙̓ͤ́̈́ͦ͛ͦͦ̓̋̄ͮͫ͋̔ͥ̚͘͜͝ T̷ͪ͑̈ͧͦ͂ͭH̩̊ͯA͇̹͓͍͍̪̔̍̅N̥͕ͯ̍͌́Ķ͙̗̏̒̚ ̻̭̣̦̞̞͗̑Y̻̭O̷̖͌͌̈́ͅͅU̧͍̮̙̠͕̖͊ͨ̌͑ ͕͓̻͖̖͖̒ͭ͡F̣̺̹̆̽Ő͉͇̞̼͎̎͑͌̚Ṟ͙̦̳̤̩̹̌͑̏͠ ͂̽̅ͭͫ̚T̬̃̆̽̐̓̈́̌R̸̰ͧ̿ͦA̲̣̠̓͒ͩ̎ͧ͠V̵͕̣̬̹̝͈͒̒͐È̦̖L͍̤͕Ḷ̵̥I̳̣̮͐ͦN̥͍͖͉̠͔ͥ͑ͪ̐G̠̕ͅ ͖͔̺̳̠̖W̱͚̯ͦ͟I͉͔̠̭͖͚̎̍ͨ̎̍ͭT̘͋̐͆ͦ̉͜H̫͕̗̲ͥ̐̀ ̋͠DE̦̟̭͆̌͞U̽ͦ̌ͪ̚҉̮̭̫̣̝T̥̦͈̔̎ͯ̈́̈́ͯ̚͜S͙͍̐͞C̮̘̦͓̳̗̍͊̑̄͆H̛̖̮ͭ̐ͫͨ̓̇ͣȨ͛ ̬̍̒ͤ̎̃̽Ḇ̻̾͞A̰̩̯̬ͣH̿ͦ͏͚N̵ͬͤ͐ Here’s a theme song for them
trains: chulacabra:

sarlyne:

calamitaswrath:

wherefore-means-why-not-where:

sixpenceeeblog:
A train station in Denmark.

no this is obviously a horror movie poster promoting a movie about haunted killer trains seeking revenge


F̴̛̹͇̗͍̠̦̰̞̜̳̻̹͉̘̻͗̉ͪͣ́́̕͡A̡̹̘͓͉͙̪ͣ͆͐͐ͯ̔́ͤ̽̀H̡̛͉̮̬̙̗̠̑̈̔͋̓͆́́ͮ͗ͩ́ͮ͘͢͝R̝̯͈̪̫͓͔̣͊ͩ̑́ͯ̀ͥ̽̀̀͝͠S̛̙̫̣̥̑̌ͦ̓ͬͯ̍͊̄͂ͮ͆̈́ͦ͛ͣ̏́̕͟C̵̮̲̯͚͔͙̅̏̏̑ͬ͑Hͤͭ̓ͣͮ̌ͤ̑ͫ̅̎̒̏͐̒ͮ̎҉̴͘͏͔̪͔̦̫̬̗̫͙͕̝̻̣̣E̵̸̢̘̰̤̳̺ͣ̂́̊͊͌͟͟Į̵̣͖͇̩͓̩̗͙͖͕̌ͫͦ̽̋ͣ̂ͨͮ̉̍̉̋̊̎̂͛̎͘͞N̏̅ͧ̌ͩ̌ͣ̐̚҉̣̮̗̳̰͎̹̟̰̬̼̝̣̜͢ͅȨ̶̰̦̭̝̩̥̯̺̻̦ͧ̂̓̔͘͝ͅ
 
̴̸̩̟̮͍̺̤̻͖̮̟̱̟̮͍̮͉̘͖̓͛ͥͤ͊́̽̅̓̆̎̅̿̀͐͆̋͊ͅB̿ͬͨͭ́̕҉̗͔͍̳͔͔̹̖͙͇̞̳̤̝̦͓͈̩͜͠I̷͎̪̥̥̻̭̞̤̣͈͇͕͔ͩ̂͑ͦͬ̕ͅT̢͖̟̰͎͚̹̫̘̦͖̘̪̩͓̟̪͇̰̄̃̉ͦͯ͒̊̽̋̾̔ͤ͟ͅŤ͋̒͏̶̵̱̺̣͉͙̥͔̯̥̥̠̭͕E̝̦̬͙̓ͤ́̈́ͦ͛ͦͦ̓̋̄ͮͫ͋̔ͥ̚͘͜͝



T̷ͪ͑̈ͧͦ͂ͭH̩̊ͯA͇̹͓͍͍̪̔̍̅N̥͕ͯ̍͌́Ķ͙̗̏̒̚ ̻̭̣̦̞̞͗̑Y̻̭O̷̖͌͌̈́ͅͅU̧͍̮̙̠͕̖͊ͨ̌͑ ͕͓̻͖̖͖̒ͭ͡F̣̺̹̆̽Ő͉͇̞̼͎̎͑͌̚Ṟ͙̦̳̤̩̹̌͑̏͠ ͂̽̅ͭͫ̚T̬̃̆̽̐̓̈́̌R̸̰ͧ̿ͦA̲̣̠̓͒ͩ̎ͧ͠V̵͕̣̬̹̝͈͒̒͐È̦̖L͍̤͕Ḷ̵̥I̳̣̮͐ͦN̥͍͖͉̠͔ͥ͑ͪ̐G̠̕ͅ ͖͔̺̳̠̖W̱͚̯ͦ͟I͉͔̠̭͖͚̎̍ͨ̎̍ͭT̘͋̐͆ͦ̉͜H̫͕̗̲ͥ̐̀ ̋͠DE̦̟̭͆̌͞U̽ͦ̌ͪ̚҉̮̭̫̣̝T̥̦͈̔̎ͯ̈́̈́ͯ̚͜S͙͍̐͞C̮̘̦͓̳̗̍͊̑̄͆H̛̖̮ͭ̐ͫͨ̓̇ͣȨ͛ ̬̍̒ͤ̎̃̽Ḇ̻̾͞A̰̩̯̬ͣH̿ͦ͏͚N̵ͬͤ͐

Here’s a theme song for them

chulacabra: sarlyne: calamitaswrath: wherefore-means-why-not-where: sixpenceeeblog: A train station in Denmark. no this is obviously...

trains: khadij-al-kubra: tooiconic: fuckyeahyonicsymbols: dorkilybeautiful: blackmoonbabe: brain-confetti: nightvalemeteorologist: suctioning: Why She had a dream and she realized it. Hey wait but sit down This is Megumi Igarashi She’s a Japanese artist Japan, the country with some of the most fucked up pornography and the penis festival Where the vagina is basically illegal to talk about  So she did a bunch of art featuring 3D sculptures of her vagina, including this kayak, and was put in jail for it She was indicted again in December on obscenity charges for selling vagina art to crowdfund for the kayak and could spend two years in prison In Japan, women’s vaginas are treated as though they are men’s property. The trains here usually display pornographic advertisements. As a woman, I find that blatant objectification to be humiliating. I’m disgusted by it. My body belongs to me.So, with this project I wanted to release the vagina from the standard Japanese paradigm. Japan is lenient towards expressions of male sexuality and arousal, but not so for women. When a woman uses her body in artistic expression, her work gets ignored, and people treat her as if she’s some sex-crazed idiot. It all comes back to misogyny. And the vagina is at the heart of it.The vagina is ridiculed. It’s lusted after. Men don’t see women as equals—to them, women are just vaginas. Then they call my vagina-themed work “obscene,” and judge me according to laws written by and for men. [x] She plans to turn her trial in to a manga comic. She seems pretty sure she’s not going to do any jail time but if you’d like to help her pay for her inevitable fine and court fees, you can check out her online store. There are little glow in the dark vagina characters. Wow I’ve seen this reblogged a ton of times without seeing the whole going to jail part. Here’s a recent article about her from July of 2017.  It looks like she did some brief time in jail, and is currently still working on this artistic effort, as well as trying to raise awareness about a new terrorism law and the jail/prison system in Japan.  Reblogging again for the updates! I went from “wow why” to “YES GIRL” in 2 min. Viva la vulva
trains: khadij-al-kubra:

tooiconic:

fuckyeahyonicsymbols:

dorkilybeautiful:

blackmoonbabe:

brain-confetti:

nightvalemeteorologist:

suctioning:

Why

She had a dream and she realized it.


Hey wait but sit down
This is Megumi Igarashi


She’s a Japanese artist
Japan, the country with some of the most fucked up pornography and the penis festival
Where the vagina is basically illegal to talk about 
So she did a bunch of art featuring 3D sculptures of her vagina, including this kayak, and was put in jail for it
She was indicted again in December on obscenity charges for selling vagina art to crowdfund for the kayak and could spend two years in prison
In Japan, women’s vaginas are treated as though they are men’s property. The trains here usually display pornographic advertisements. As a woman, I find that blatant objectification to be humiliating. I’m disgusted by it. My body belongs to me.So, with this project I wanted to release the vagina from the standard Japanese paradigm. Japan is lenient towards expressions of male sexuality and arousal, but not so for women. When a woman uses her body in artistic expression, her work gets ignored, and people treat her as if she’s some sex-crazed idiot. It all comes back to misogyny. And the vagina is at the heart of it.The vagina is ridiculed. It’s lusted after. Men don’t see women as equals—to them, women are just vaginas. Then they call my vagina-themed work “obscene,” and judge me according to laws written by and for men. [x]
She plans to turn her trial in to a manga comic. She seems pretty sure she’s not going to do any jail time but if you’d like to help her pay for her inevitable fine and court fees, you can check out her online store. There are little glow in the dark vagina characters.

Wow I’ve seen this reblogged a ton of times without seeing the whole going to jail part. 

Here’s a recent article about her from July of 2017.  It looks like she did some brief time in jail, and is currently still working on this artistic effort, as well as trying to raise awareness about a new terrorism law and the jail/prison system in Japan. 


Reblogging again for the updates!


I went from “wow why” to “YES GIRL” in 2 min.

Viva la vulva

khadij-al-kubra: tooiconic: fuckyeahyonicsymbols: dorkilybeautiful: blackmoonbabe: brain-confetti: nightvalemeteorologist: suction...

trains: My Tinder is a joke account where I tell people train facts and answer questions about trains. I research railway history.
trains: My Tinder is a joke account where I tell people train facts and answer questions about trains. I research railway history.

My Tinder is a joke account where I tell people train facts and answer questions about trains. I research railway history.

trains: a togand toad-are-triends My favorite thing about Thomas the Tank Engine is that in canonically takes place in a train postapocalypse where the island of Sodor is the only safe zone in a totalitarian dysnopia in which steam trains are routinely killed and their body parts are sold or canmbaled for repair If you think I'm kidding you need to read the original books leontroid eenud could you please direct me to a souroei would feel much better if this was validated. frog-and toad-are-friends S It took me so long to find this quote online but i did it because it's so much darker than one might expect from Thomas the Tank Engine Engines on the Other Railway arent sale now. Their controllers are eruel. They dont lke engines any more. They put them on cold damp sidings, and then" Percy nearly sobbed, "Ihey they cecut them up "The Bluebels of England" Stepney the Bluebel Engine. Rex Awdry, Wibert. London Egmont Pubshing 1963. This ilustration, by Gunvor and Peter fidwards, accompanied the above text in the original book, and depicts a pair of unfortunate Cther Railway engines moments before being disassembled with a blowtorch A dainydice HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE ONE IN THE BACKGROUND THEY TOOK ITS FUCONG FACE OMG trogand toad-are-tiends zidane the early thomas the tank engine books are pretty standard stuff. saccharine bubblegum type stories and ilustrations. you watched the show, is ke that in book form. the second hall of the railway series are so fucking dark and sureal im cominced they were a result of reverend wilbur awdry doing copious amounts of lad and having hallucinations of his own death. frog-and toad-are-triends Eecuse me but the rery fest story in the Railway Series is about an engine who hides in a turnel and refuses to run because he doesn't want to pet his paint job ruined in the rain, so railway management seals off the tunnel They eventually let him out because another engine breaks down or something, but the original plan was to just leave him in there forever ahulamithbond On the show, didnt they also hook up one engine to a generator, so he'd never move again? That was iterally one of the inesIn, Is on some other post on here. I was chilling frog-and to adare-triends a Yes! This also happened in the books, to an engine refemed to only as "No. 2, but the selevision series applied the same scenario to an inwented character named "Smudger", in the episode "Granputf. "Smudges" said Duke Was a show-off. He rode roughly and often came off the rails. I warned him to be careful, but he took no notice Usten, Dukie" he snared. "Who wories about a few spils Ha aid, but Smudger lghed Unil one day. Manager said he was going to make him useful at last. Smudger stopped laughing then" Wwwhy What did he do "He tumed him ito a generator. He's sil there behind our shed. Hell never move again." deducecanse This is so fucked up 4 unclewhisky No, sten Okay, so we see Ralway Management doing all this shit, right, but supposedly ifs so much worse in the Other Ralays?i mea, sure, you might get tumed into generator or bricked into a tunnel for not doing as yoưre told, but at least you're not cut up and sold for parts, right? s not so bod on the island of Sodot right? a Or maybe thara just what Rulway Managament warta the engines to think Maybe the island of Sodor is the real totalitarian regime, and the engine citizens (slaves) are fed propaganda, kustrated in belish araes and sulfurie vellows,about how ilustrated in helish grays and sulfuric yellows, about how bad it is everywhere else, at all the Other Railways. You are lucky to be an engine of Seder. Railmay Management cares about you Tryst Railway Management. Stay on Your Track. It Could Be So Much Worse. connethepaganangel Wet the fuck is this train based 1984 bulshit Source frogand toad are friends 220440 netes Thomas and his friends
trains: a togand toad-are-triends
 My favorite thing about Thomas the Tank Engine is that in
 canonically takes place in a train postapocalypse where
 the island of Sodor is the only safe zone in a totalitarian
 dysnopia in which steam trains are routinely killed and
 their body parts are sold or canmbaled for repair
 If you think I'm kidding you need to read the original
 books
 leontroid
 eenud
 could you please direct me to a souroei would feel much
 better if this was validated.
 frog-and toad-are-friends
 S
 It took me so long to find this quote online but i did it
 because it's so much darker than one might expect from
 Thomas the Tank Engine
 Engines on the Other Railway arent sale now. Their
 controllers are eruel. They dont lke engines any more.
 They put them on cold damp sidings, and then" Percy
 nearly sobbed, "Ihey they cecut them up
 "The Bluebels of England" Stepney the Bluebel
 Engine. Rex Awdry, Wibert. London Egmont
 Pubshing 1963.
 This ilustration, by Gunvor and Peter fidwards,
 accompanied the above text in the original book, and
 depicts a pair of unfortunate Cther Railway engines
 moments before being disassembled with a blowtorch
 A dainydice
 HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE ONE IN THE BACKGROUND
 THEY TOOK ITS FUCONG FACE OMG
 trogand toad-are-tiends
 zidane
 the early thomas the tank engine books are pretty
 standard stuff. saccharine bubblegum type stories and
 ilustrations. you watched the show, is ke that in book
 form.
 the second hall of the railway series are so fucking dark
 and sureal im cominced they were a result of reverend
 wilbur awdry doing copious amounts of lad and having
 hallucinations of his own death.
 frog-and toad-are-triends
 Eecuse me but the rery fest story in the Railway Series is
 about an engine who hides in a turnel and refuses to run
 because he doesn't want to pet his paint job ruined in the
 rain, so railway management seals off the tunnel
 They eventually let him out because another engine
 breaks down or something, but the original plan was to
 just leave him in there forever
 ahulamithbond
 On the show, didnt they also hook up one engine to a
 generator, so he'd never move again? That was iterally
 one of the inesIn, Is on some other post on here. I
 was chilling
 frog-and to
 adare-triends
 a
 Yes! This also happened in the books, to an engine
 refemed to only as "No. 2, but the selevision series
 applied the same scenario to an inwented character
 named "Smudger", in the episode "Granputf.
 "Smudges" said Duke Was a show-off. He rode
 roughly and often came off the rails. I warned him to
 be careful, but he took no notice
 Usten, Dukie" he snared. "Who wories about a few
 spils
 Ha aid, but Smudger lghed
 Unil one day. Manager said he was going to make
 him useful at last. Smudger stopped laughing then"
 Wwwhy What did he do
 "He tumed him ito a generator. He's sil there behind
 our shed. Hell never move again."
 deducecanse
 This is so fucked up
 4
 unclewhisky
 No, sten
 Okay, so we see Ralway Management doing all this shit,
 right, but supposedly ifs so much worse in the Other
 Ralays?i mea, sure, you might get tumed into
 generator or bricked into a tunnel for not doing as yoưre
 told, but at least you're not cut up and sold for parts,
 right? s not so bod on the island of Sodot right?
 a
 Or maybe thara just what Rulway Managament warta the
 engines to think
 Maybe the island of Sodor is the real totalitarian regime,
 and the engine citizens (slaves) are fed propaganda,
 kustrated in belish araes and sulfurie vellows,about how
 ilustrated in helish grays and sulfuric yellows, about how
 bad it is everywhere else, at all the Other Railways.
 You are lucky to be an engine of Seder.
 Railmay Management cares about you
 Tryst Railway Management.
 Stay on Your Track.
 It Could Be So Much Worse.
 connethepaganangel
 Wet the fuck is this train based 1984 bulshit
 Source
 frogand toad are friends
 220440 netes
Thomas and his friends

Thomas and his friends

trains: Cood Caerings Colaring in the lines: Colors make Sense: No white Spaces: CEZAN EI ashabl Markers C) lynati: movemequotes: Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw. But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.” The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem. On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay. But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes. But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.” The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish. And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore. Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school. The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room. When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem. ~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy …
trains: Cood Caerings
 Colaring
 in the
 lines:
 Colors
 make
 Sense:
 No white
 Spaces:
 CEZAN
 EI
 ashabl
 Markers
 C)
lynati:
movemequotes:

Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.He liked to make all kinds;Lions and tigers,Chickens and cows,Trains and boats;And he took out his box of crayonsAnd began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make flowers.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make beautiful onesWith his pink and orange and blue crayons.But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And it was red, with a green stem.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flowerThen he looked at his own flower.He liked his flower better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just turned his paper over,And made a flower like the teacher’s.It was red, with a green stem.
On another dayThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make something with clay.”“Good!” thought the little boy;He liked clay.He could make all kinds of things with clay:Snakes and snowmen,Elephants and mice,Cars and trucksAnd he began to pull and pinchHis ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!”“It is not time to begin!”And she waited until everyone looked ready.“Now,” said the teacher,“We are going to make a dish.”“Good!” thought the little boy,He liked to make dishes.And he began to make someThat were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!”“And I will show you how.”And she showed everyone how to makeOne deep dish.“There,” said the teacher,“Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish;Then he looked at his own.He liked his better than the teacher’sBut he did not say this.He just rolled his clay into a big ball againAnd made a dish like the teacher’s.It was a deep dish.
And pretty soonThe little boy learned to wait,And to watchAnd to make things just like the teacher.And pretty soonHe didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happenedThat the little boy and his familyMoved to another house,In another city,And the little boyHad to go to another school.
The teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” thought the little boy.And he waited for the teacherTo tell what to do.But the teacher didn’t say anything.She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boyShe asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?”“Yes,” said the little boy.“What are we going to make?”“I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher.“How shall I make it?” asked the little boy.“Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher.“And any color?” asked the little boy.“Any color,” said the teacher.And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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lynati: movemequotes: Once a little boy went to school.One morningThe teacher said:“Today we are going to make a picture.”“Good!” though...

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Source
Video of Tama

Follow Ultrafacts for more facts

The picture in the background of the second one

Tama is boss



THE TRAINS HAVE CARTOON TAMAS ON THEM

Sad update everyone, Tama recently passed away… An estimated 3,000 people, including railway officials, attended Tama the cat’s funeral on Sunday, days after she died of heart failure aged 16. [x]

For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god.  She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.


Beautiful.


Now I’m crying thanks

and a new cat was hired right?

yep! her name is Nitama (essentially ”second tama” or “tama II”) and she served under Tama as an apprentice before being appointed her deputy
she works very hard


Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.


Law


I’m crying at 11pm over train cats

Nitama, already now a mature cat (born 2010), has a protege named Yontama (fourth Tama, b. 2016).  There is no information available for either the physical befellment or tragic self-disgrace which has removed Santama from contention.
^Nitama majestic, and below with Yontama
Yontama.


a legacy 

okay but actually what happened to santama (or sun-tama-tama, which is her name because it’s a pun on santama) was that she was basically sent to train for the position in okayama and they liked her so much they refused to send her back


“Sun-tama-tama” (a pun off of “Santama”, lit. “third Tama”) was a calico cat sent for training in Okayama. Sun-tama-tama was considered as a candidate for Tama’s successor, but the Okayama Public Relations representative who had been caring for Sun-tama-tama refused to give the cat up writing, “I will not let go of this child, she will stay in Okayama.” [25]
As of September 2018, Sun-tama-tama is working as the stationmaster in Naka-ku, Okayama and appears occasionally on Tama’s Twitter account.


Every time I see this post there’s new info and it gets better


You are only allowed to scroll pass this after you pay tribute to the great Tama Station masters.

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