Trains - Blog Posts
I miss my rat child.
Dearest rat child, my sweet little baby, I’m so proud of you, but why must you break your bones? I exploded. You fell of a train? Why on train? Be better, my dear. My little brain cell cannot handle the stress. I have other rats, with their almost kidnappings and their yaoi. Please take care of yourself, and stop fracturing your knee.
“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
This is what the train horror games really should've gone for
thinking abt how fucked up steam engine boiler explosions can look. theyre just pipes under there
gives me the idea of a ghost/monster engine that looks normal, albeit a bit battered, only to swing their smokebox door open and a myriad of pipes come bursting out like fucked up tentacles
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No it’s- a Train?!?!
The flashing of cameras and shouts fill the train platform, directed towards the respective mayors of Gotham and Metropolis. The two stood side by side as they answered the assault of questions. Hidden in the rafters, Batman could only narrow his eyes looking for something. He knew that someones rogue, wether they’re from Gotham, Metropolis or somehow another city, were going to attack in someway tonight. He couldn’t spot anything out of the ordinary, everyone manning the new train and had built the bridge connecting the cities had passed his background check, but he knew something was going to happen.
Soon enough the bullet train was pulling out of the station, majority of its occupants were Gothams and Metropolis’s elites and those in power. He triggered his comms and started speaking as he grappled onto the roof of the train. “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” He soon found what was meant to be his entrance to the train, but it was somehow welded shut.
And thats when it all started to go to shit.
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Clark, for all intents and purposes, was meant to be one of the reporters there. And he was. Soon enough the train pulled out and every reporter and journalist rushed to get the best shots of the train leaving. The plan was going as expected, allowing him to shuffle out unnoticed and to change out into his super suit.
Superman was soon flying out checking the pillars and cables above the bridge for any tampering.
“Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” Batmans demand filtered through his coms, wind thankfully muted out from Batmans place up on the bullet train.
As he went to answer, standing on the cross like pillar holding the bridge up, a pain he only associated to one damned rock caused him to go light headed. He could feel hives raiding his skin as he passed out, burning and freezing and dying but living. All that passed through Supermans head was ‘Ah shit, here we go again.’
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Diana had been combing through the many pillars and the under side of the bridge, looking for anything that might be out of the ordinary. She was meant to have begun this process an hour earlier than what she had, but one of her rogues decided to take that time to create chaos and havoc that should’ve taken minutes, not hours. So safe to say she was only half way done and prepared for a lecture from her colleague. ‘Although,’ she thought to herself, ‘if I explain what happened maybe I could get a disappointed grunt instead.’
She shook her head in amusement, and looked up as her coms filtered to life, “Wonder Woman, Superman, reports.” She was about to respond when she caught sight of it.
It was a box, covered in greens and purples with a wretched smile stretched under what could only be a timer.
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Wonder woman reacted quickly, she did not want to know if gas had been put into the bomb.
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She was diving to the ocean below, relying on her teammates to stop the train as it was flying down the rails.
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She was half way there when it went boom. Although she couldn’t see it, the lighting off of the bomb let her know she had been right, there was gas within. But it would be all for nought as a giant piece of rubble that would have killed a normal person suddenly hit her.
As the world went black, she felt the cold polluted waters wrap around her like a freezing hug.
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Batman cursed, seeing the tattletale green glowing from underneath the tracks and half way up the pillars, and grabbing on to the hatch as the bridge rumbled. A cloud of green gas, something that made his stomach swirl, swarmed up into the air, and chunks of the bridge fall into the ocean below. For a brief moment, he thought he saw a glimmer of gold fall into the ocean, and could only wonder if Wonder Woman got out ok, and if Superman was alive.
Gritting his teeth, knowing he was all alone in stopping the train quickly going towards its doom, Batman shook his hands and where he normally had small, almost unnoticeable nails, were claws that could easily shred through titanium. He skittered across the roofs of the train, quickly calling Oracle for a visual inside the conductor apartment.
“B, the man’s been Jokerfied!”
Giving a grunt of acknowledgement, he hurried as there was almost no time before the train hurled itself into the ocean below. That would effectively kill almost all the passengers, and he could guess what would happen to those few that survived in the gas filled waters below.
He had two more compartments to go, but Batman knew he wouldn’t make it. He could try his damndest to get there, but he would have to subdue the victim and then get the train to stop. He would be lucky if half of it would still be hanging off of the tracks.
Suddenly, he felt a shift in the air. Something was coming at them.
A rip sounded out, soon with many more following after. Green swirling portals were littered in the sky, with what he assumed was train carts chugging through them. A portal soon ripped open on the opposite side of the missing tracks, along with a train that looked like it belonged in an old western movie, but also a scfi-horror came barreling out. It was many black, with green highlights here and there, all while it glowed the same toxic green.
Batman covered his ears as a staticy scream of a train horn blew into the air. He watched as the black and green train flew over the missing tracks, creating icy new ones right under it. It was moving faster then the bullet train, almost as if it was weightless. Batman worried of what would happen when the trains inevitably crashed, but was surprised when the rail guard on the very front of the other train opened as if it was a mouth.
As the two train met, one sleek and new, the other terror inducing and old, the “mouth” of the ghostly train met the nose of the other and clamped down. A screeching filled the air as the once run away train was suddenly being pushed back. The glowing train never once stopping its tracks.
Batman could barely see into the other trains window, only making out a messy head of hair and the gleam of its conductors eyes- no goggles.
Soon though the trains pulled into the old station, and Batman was able to get in and turn the bullet train off as the other stayed, making sure no more runaway trains happened. He helped the victims of this mess off the train, and to medical attention as needed. A whistle soon caught his attention, and as Batman whipped his head around to the unknown train, he watched as the second cable cart opened and his colleagues fell out, unconscious, but unharmed looking.
Batman rushed to them, and as he did the train pulled out of the station. All too soon the train pulled out, and suddenly his coms were filled with his concerned children screaming about him going off line and is he okay.
Batman reassured his children as he checked over his colleagues, finding them as healthy as can be and only unconscious.
He grunted as he turned toward where the mystery train came from, his detective senses tingling.
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If u wanna interact and add on pls do lol.
I also might do art but idk so don’t count on it.
(p.s. I wrote this on my phone, so sorry for grammar mistakes)
(p.p.s. Idk rlly know how to tag stuff besides the basics lmao and ill probably still do a part 2… eventually)
I used to be haunted by demons but now I have train pattern bedsheets
I think pink is growing on me 💕🌿
-photos taken by me
Patchy riding a train for the first time
my great uncle
some interesting facts about my great uncle who is a mysterious academic icon to me
- he went to Oxford AND Cambridge i don’t know why or how but he did he did history (1500-now) at oxford and social and economic history at cambridge. - he went to oxford when J.R.R Tolkien was a fellow of the school (after teaching) and told me Tolkien would eat lunch then stand on the table and recite Nordic/Viking poetry and it always confused the new students. - he knows at least 3 language i think. - he worked for the British government but we don’t know what he did and he won’t tell us. - is banned from Russia, China and USA for unknown reasons - lost all of his luggage on a conference/diplomatic(?) trip to Malaysia and had to order a custom suit and shoes because he was 6′4 and he has size 12 shoes. it was for the next day - the Bolivian (armed) police were sent to find him when he forgot to tell someone where he was going so they thought he had been kidnapped but instead he went to a museum that was put on lock down while people searched for him. he had no idea what was going on and when he got back to his hotel found dozens of notes under the door telling him to contact them when he got back and where he was. - lives most of the year opposite a castle then come up to visit my grand-dad and stays in his other house in a tiny *tiny* village which is not much more then a few houses on boggy marsh land/moors on the coast. - both of his houses are cozy and old and filled to the brim with books. Literally. i think the second house was actually just so he had another place for his books. - has met Prince Charles on multiple occasions and they always talk for hours and is on less formal (but still formal) terms with him. -met an MI6 spy at a garden party and didn’t know till his boss told him a few weeks later and only then he realised that the mans face was in no pictures. - is in his 60′s and only ever owned about 3-4 cars because he drives them till they fall apart. literally, only when the wheels and a door fell off did he get a new one. - is friends with a Lord who has a steam train on his estate that works, he goes around every now and then and goes on the train. - the name he goes by is actually his middle name because he doesn’t like his first name. -was a french teacher apparently
i’ll add more if i’m told more or remember more
(this was originally all nice and lined up but i used my phone so if it looks weird that’s why)
What if a suburban tank engine was nuclear powered?
The class UT5 is a concept for what that might look like, with a heaping influence of slightly Americanized British motive power. Brownie points to anyone who can guess the three IRL locos I used as reference!
The size reference is Bob Hannigan, who drove 6110 on commuter service around the northern suburbs of Capital on the Imperial homeworld, out of the Wolton Green depot.
He likes trains.
(I cannot draw trains for the life of me)
Here's the infuriating thing though, most of America ALREADY DOES live next to train tracks, or not far away. It's not a matter of building more lines, it's a matter of using them. America has the largest railroad network in the world by a huge margin; it's almost the size of the next two largest networks combined. The problem is that, unlike those countries and nearly every other industrialized nation, American railroads are owned and operated almost entirely by for-profit corporations whose sole concern is to be as profitable as possible. And moving freight is far more profitable, and far less hassle, than moving people (the accounting methods used for the first point are...not always the most objective). So these 6 massive duopolistic railroad companies choose to only move freight instead. As far as I know, there is nothing legally stopping these freight railroads from running their own passenger trains, like they used to do before 1971; Brightline in Florida and the Alaska Railroad (where I was a conductor briefly) both do quite good passenger business, and Brightline doesn't even own its tracks. In fact, when Amtrak first started up in 1971, there was a fee that railroads had to pay in order to get Amtrak to take over their passenger trains. Some railroads, like the Rock Island, could not afford the fee; others, like the Southern and the Rio Grande, chose to continue to operate their own passenger trains for a few years. But eventually they too threw in the towel, and now Amtrak is all we got.
"ohhh wahhh the problem with building out america's rail network is that nobody wants to live next to train tracks-" I DO BITCH!!!!!!!! #I<3INDUSTRIALNOISES #SEXWITHATRAIN
The fact that they don't have the Keion trains anymore is a crime
new york, new york
grand central smelt of pennies, ticket stubs, and desperation at 5:15 am.
"where're you headed?" the worker asked.
where was he headed? he didn’t realize leaving meant going away. but to go far enough to be folded into memory or far enough to be followed? would his wife search for him?
"connecticut.”
no comment; the worker printed a slip and took his money mechanically.
he needed a congratulations, deserved one for his decision. but who would congratulate a man abandoning his wife?
Letchworth State Park near Portageville, NY
NS Mat '64 Dutch train type shooted in Holland
25.07.2017
So when are people going to realize that this map is really fucking bad and stupid
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3,000 Miles
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summary: Gen had no plans when he packed a bag, bought a plane ticket for New York, and ultimately ran away from home in the span of a night, simply functioning off the need to disappear. Needless to say, taking a transcontinental trip across America via train with a science-obsessed stranger was not what he had expected when he decided to abandon his lush lifestyle in Japan. But even then, Gen couldn't help but want to join the eccentric stranger in his journey of chasing the stars. More specifically, he wanted to chase him.
XXI century faster!
