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happy birthday scotsman :3
#ttte flying scotsman#adriana4ever#gijinka#humanisation#my art#ttte thomas#thomas and friends#ttte#happy birthday flying scotsman
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Happy birthday to The Flying Scotsman! 🚂🧁🎉
That's it that's the whole post just me saying happy birthday to the flying scotsman
#Thomas and Friends#ttte#ttte flying scotsman#ttte the flying scotsman#flying scotsman#happy birthday flying Scotsman#he's 100 year old#the flying scotsman#trains#steam trains#steam locomotive
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A surprise visit from the birthday boy 💚💚💚💚💚 (he's only there to get a rise out of his brother, which is the greatest gift of all)
And on the day I reach 100 followers???? Yoo?????
It means the world to me that y'all have joined me on this debaucherous journey akfjskkdkdks. Thank you guys so much for all your support through the chaos of these past few months. No matter what happens, I will always cherish every last one of y'all 💙💙💙
#happy birthday flying scotsman!!#spinkly sketches#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#ttte#ttte human au#ttte flying scotsman#the flying scotsman#ttte gordon#gordon the big engine#just a little brotherly bonding
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Me: *Scrolling down ttte tag*
*Sees many Scotsman 100th birthday*
*Opened Google*
me: wait,
SCOTSMAN BIRTHDAY IS YESTERDAY OH SHIT I MISSED IT.
Happy (1 day late) Birthday Flying Scotsman
#ttte#ttte flying scotsman#thomas and friends#thomas the tank engine#Happy (late 1 day) birthday flying Scotsman#I dont know that your birthday is Feb 24th
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happy birthday flying scotsman you 101 year old son of a fucking bitch wooohoooooo grandpa
to celebrate here's a scotsman design-
tbh i was actually excited for this one. i was too lazy to draw his entire body. i mean, i do have full body refs but they're pretty shit.
UPDATE AS I AM TYPING THIS OUT I FOUND ONE FROM AUGUST THAT I ACTUALLY LIKE
now with that out of the way
🚂🚂🚂🚂🚂
-full name: scotsman nigel ramssey, but doesn't mind scot for short
-height: 9'2". is the tallest man to exist in his universe, and a majority of his fame comes from his gargantuan stature
-sexuality: aroace
-personality: paternal, protective, doting, has an unhealthy interest in trains (why am i saying as if this is a bad thing i suffer from the same thing 💀), knowledgeable, can be stern and grumpy but he's surprisingly gentle when angered. but when scotsman's at home he's a completely different person. he's vulnerable, melancholy, and agonizingly lonely.
🚂🚂🚂🚂🚂
okay, we're gonna get a bit dark here, so be warned.
-scotsman has a chronic fear of anything to do with the medical field. sure, he's an expert when it comes to human biology and can diagnose any type of illness, but his own knowledge of it makes him scared of how complex humans are.
-he hasn't seen henry and gordon in 16 years. most of his relatives are dead, and he's one of only 6̶ 5 family members left. he feels like he's going to die soon because of his age.
-he was famous from birth for being the son of a popular scat singer, being a part of a set of quintuplets (the other four died in a shooting), for being the largest baby in england to survive, and for having all sorts of medical abnormalities. as time progressed, he began to quickly loathe his fame as he constantly had cameras shoved in his face every time he went out in public, and he had to face both exploitation and harassment from the media. he lives in an ordinary neighborhood because he so longs to feel like a normal human being.
okay with all that bad stuff outta the way-
-he's a great artist, both musically and visually. he loves making mandalas, and loves to play classical pieces of beethoven's on a piano even though his preferred instrument is the harpsichord.
-he's also a great cook. it'll always be his pleasure to make something like a soup or biscuits for a fellow friend of his.
-scotsman can be a hard worker as well. even though he's only supposed to work for 8 hours, he works for 12 as he helps the newcomers at the locomotive works repair and build engines.
-lovee teasing gordon and henry about how they're his 'little brothers.' he got a kick out of it whenever gordon argued that he wasn't since he was indeed shorter AND younger than him.
-surprisingly muscular for his age. can still lift over 2000 pounds.
-driver of the flying scotsman itself. he was actually named after it.
🚂🚂🚂🚂🚂
anyways that's all
happy birthday bitch!!!!
#unic rambles.........AGAIN#happy birthday bitch#TRAINSS!!!!!!#FLYING SCOTSMAN IS A FUCKING MONEYPIT!!!!!!!! BUT I STILL LOVE YOU GRANDPA#ttte scotsman#i am obsessed#therapy? *wheeze* as if
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happy birthday scott Feb 25/2023, I can't believe you're 100 years old XD
Bonus: the Gresley brothers give gifts to their older brother
Gordon got even on his birthday,💙💙💚
#ttte flying scotsman#ttte gordon#ttte shiposting#thomas and friends#bluy1206#ttte akhela#ttte oc#ttte the flying scotsman#happy birthday scott
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Happy birthday Flying Scotsman! :]
#warrior cats#thomas the tank engine#ttte au#ttte warrior cats au#fanart#ttte flying scotsman#flying scotsman
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You are officially 101 years old so happy birthday to you Flying Scotsman 🎂
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Happy 101st birthday to Flying Scotsman!
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Happy 101th birthday to the Flying Scotsman
*throws confetti 🎉 🎊 in the air* (this is a day late but shush- but happy bday!! 🎂🎁🎈)
#ttte#ttte the flying scotsman#ttte flying scotsman#ttte scotsman#the flying scotsman#flying scotsman#my art#my art stuff#my art <3#got a new firework procreate brush and I’ve tested it out here I like it#first time doodling him didn’t add his second tender or her breaks wanted to do it’s simple like aeg style
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THE SUITCASE
Alternate Title for @miss-ute Birthday: SHE WAS A NUN!
Happy Birthday Utie 🍰🎁🎉🎈🥰 Thank you for allowing me to be your beta. We have such fun and best of all I get first peak!
This one is for you. I meant to write something funny, but it didn't turn out that way. It is, however, most definitely Auld Skool Turnadette!
Hope you like it, you lovely person, you 💗
She thought Nurse Peters was never going to leave. Ten minutes must have passed since the un-rewardingly cheerful nurse had placed the suitcase on the end of the bed. Her bed. Her suitcase.
She hadn’t been expecting this. When she had asked Sister Julienne for some clothes, she trusted her friend to sort through the charity box and find something that would fit. Wrap it up in brown paper and string and post it to Woodford Green.
If she was honest, she hoped that her colleague would hand deliver the package to St Agnes Sanatorium. She knew she was being selfish, but she was getting accustomed to that.
Staffing levels were already depleted because of her and her unwelcome guest, her invasive intruder, her wake-up call. Chummy had returned, but she would be otherwise engaged any day now.
‘Thank the Lord’ Sister Julienne had the presence of mind not to send it with Trixie. That was a conversation she wasn’t yet ready to have, if ever.
The stand-off was finally over and Nurse Peters admitted defeat. Nurse and patient had learned a lot about each other over the last two months. The patient had discovered that her carer was kind, compassionate, and trustworthy under her brash exterior. The Caregiver had deduced her patient was brave and resilient under the reservation and introspection. There was no way the nun was going to open that case until she left the room, so she did.
Once the bedroom door had clicked shut behind the nurse, it was time to click open the locks on the suitcase. It was definitely her suitcase. She recognised it by the discolouration of the brown leather on the lid. It had got wet stored in her parent’s airing cupboard when the old boiler had sprung a leak. It had been her father’s case then. She hadn’t really cared about the watermarks on the brown leather, but had done her utmost to dry it off for him and prevent any of the paperwork and documents he had stored inside being ruined.
She never imagined back then that one day it would be hers and it would travel with her down the East Coast Mainline on the Flying Scotsman to Kings Cross. Ten years ago, when she had handed it over to an impatient Sister Evangelina, she didn’t think she would ever lay eyes on it again or its contents.
She picked up the luggage label and recognised Sister Julienne’s handwriting at once. The same script she’d been familiar with for over ten years. She knew the curve of her letters, the dips and troughs of her words almost as well as her own hand. She paused for a second as another’s handwriting flashed into her mind and wrote across her heart. It was addressed to ‘Sr Bernadette’. She had put her friend in a difficult position, she knew that. The shock and disappointment written across her visitor's face, when she had made her request for something other than the habit to wear, was now eternally etched on her soul.
Her request had been answered, whatever pain it may have caused the one who had honoured it. There was no going back now. It would have been so much easier if it had been a brown paper package tied up with string. There would be a sense of curiosity, maybe even a thrill at seeing what sort of mismatched outfit had been put together for her from the jumble. The fact that it was her suitcase, the suitcase she had parted with in 1948, had dampened her excitement. She had been looking to the future, now she was going to be faced with the past.
If her mind had any doubt that it was hers, her fingers didn’t share it. Her left thumb pressed harder against the button lock than the right thumb did. Her hands had remembered the left clasp was slightly misaligned and needed a more assertive push to persuade it to open.
The lid of the suitcase sprung away from her and so did her fears. The first thing she recognised was a small cosmetics bag her mother had bought her for her thirteenth birthday. She’d told her she was too young for make-up, but it had contained a comb and hair grips, a compact mirror and a small tin of Nivea. The hand cream was long gone, but the comb and grips were still inside and the mirror. The lipstick and powder she had placed in there many years later were still snuggled alongside a tin of face cream and a bottle of Coty L'aimant.
The hair fixings would come in handy, but she wasn’t sure about the rest. Did make-up go off? She gently twisted the lid on the scent and pulled it off, bringing the attached applicator to her nose. The pink cream had lost none of its potency and for a moment she was no longer in a hospital suite in Essex, but in her parents' bedroom in Inverurie letting her mother place a dab of the sweet liquid on her wrist whispering, “Don’t tell your father.” As they both giggled at the shared act of secret rebellion.
The sensation of the cold metal on her wrist brought her back into the present. She swiftly replaced the lid, returned the bottle to the bag, and rubbed her wrists together to distribute the scent. An action she hadn’t performed for over a decade. Would everything be as simple as this? Had her body and subconscious mind been storing all the small everyday tasks and movements of being a woman? While she had tried so hard to forget.
Opening the purse, she found it contained a few coins, hopefully enough for the bus fare to Poplar. Under her utility shoes, that smelt strongly of Cherry Blossom shoe polish, was hiding her handbag. The green two-piece and the short sleeve blouse also didn’t smell like they had been shut up in the dark for a decade, but freshly laundered.
After dressing and checking herself in the mirror, the religious garments, which were too bulky to fit into the suitcase she had carried her nightwear in ten weeks ago, were folded carefully into her old brown suitcase. She placed the wooden crucifix on the top, stroking its comforting familiar texture for the final time.
She then once again closed the lid on her past, remembering the tricky left fastening. In a few hours, she would deliver the suitcase back to Sister Julienne.
Shelagh heard another click as she opened the door and walked into the sunlit corridor to find Nurse Peters and ask if she could make a telephone call.
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ITS GORDON'S BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY!!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FLYING SCOTSMAN
IM LATE BUT YEAH!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SCOT!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU BIG GREEN GRESLY!!
Picture of my model Flying Scotsman I love him dearly. I can't make him go round the track anymore because my controller broke somehow :(( I need to get a new controller. I missed watching him go around in circles, I would literally sit on the table and watch him go in circles for like an hour.
#516 what's your emergency#model trains going around their tracks is my cocomelon#my baby sensory videos. i could watch them for literal hours the autism is strong with this.#i think. it will be a lifelong dream goal of mine to go see The Flying Scotsman in person
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I'm late but Happy Birthday!
I did really quick so Spencer and Flying Scotsman might not look good
THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!! transformers gresleys.... you're so good at drawing mecha!!!! thank you for the bday wish!!!! :D
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Happy birthday, Flying Scotsman!! 🎉
Scotsman: Haha! Thank-you! Thank-you!
I'm still as grand as I was when I rolled out of the works wouldn't you agree?
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Happy birthday, Flying Scotsman!
A very late contribution to Flying Scotsman's 100th birthday celebrations with his design. I might change it going forward slightly, but the jist is there!
A little bit of bio to go with it:
Scott "Flying Scotsman" Gresley is the second legitimate Gresley sibling after Gordon. The third sibling, if you count half-brother Henry, but more on that later.
Scott is the celebrity of the family, being famous all around the world for breaking the 100 miles an hour record. He has travelled to all corners of the world and has been the subject of many books and television programming, rivalled only by his older brother and half-brother. However, he only really considers his hated cousin, Mallard, as a true rival. His relationship with Mallard is similar to the one Gordon has with Spencer, if you were to take the familial bond and replace it with malice. The two loathe one another completely, though Scott and Spencer get along famously.
As for Gordon, Scott actually loves his surviving brother dearly and even looks up to him. He envies his brother's marriage and recent fatherhood, all but worshipping his niece and nephew on his increasingly frequent visits.
Scott makes a great show of being friendly to the other engines on Sodor, the exceptions of Henry and Rebecca.
Scott absolutely resents Henry for the relationship he and Gordon share, despitenot being a 'real' brother. He refuses to acknowledge Henry as a member of his family, even trying to 'correct' Gordon's assertions that he is, and is openly hostile to Henry while being frustrated by the elder's refusal to react. This feeling has made him maliciously friendly to Gordon's wife, James, in the hope of spiting her first husband, even if he always forgets her name.
Scott was the last to acknowledge Rebecca as his niece, but this was not malicious. Scott was very close to Rebecca's mother, his sister, Pretty Polly, and feels her loss keenly. He sees a lot of his sister in her daughter, which was too painful for him to see. Unfortunately, he dealt with this by refusing to look at her and even leaving a room when she walked in for a long time, which hurt Rebecca in turn. Fortunately, Gordon put a stop to it before the damage was irreversible.
#ttte#biggsodorcitystories#ttte humanized#ttte flying scotsman#scott gresley#gresley clan#flying scotsman 100th birthday#ttte gordon#ttte henry#ttte james#fem!James#ttte rebecca#ttte spencer#ttte mallard#ttte ryan#bscs rambling#bscs art#my art
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Happy 100th Birthday Flying Scotsman
It might be a little late but I would be remiss if I didn’t put up a Happy Birthday post to the most well known locomotive in the entire world, the great Flying Scotsman.
I met him as a wee Gunzling at AusSteam ‘88, while he was being exhibited with NSWGR C-Class Pacific 3801, VR Hudsons R707 and R761 and others at Spencer Street Station. It was beyond imagining for a youngin’ to meet the great green Gresley himself.
This is something I will not forget.
Here’s to you, Scotty, and your friends Alan Pegler and William McAlpine; had they not saved you, we may not be celebrating this today, or have celebrated AusSteam ‘88 or anything.
To cap it off, enjoy once again the famous BBC documentary 4472 featuring the Rev. W. Awdry on the non stop Anniversary run from London to Edinburgh Waverley.
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