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pazzesco · 7 months
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⚞Chief Red Shirt⚟
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Chief Red Shirt - Oglala Sioux
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Red Shirt (Oglala Lakota: Ógle Ša in Standard Lakota Orthography) (1847–1925) was an Oglala Lakota chief, warrior and statesman.
Chief Red Shirt camped with Crazy Horse and the rest of the Oglala at the Little Big Horn. The Oglala camp was next to the Cheyenne camp near the bottom of what is now known as Last Stand Hill. Red Shirt supported Crazy Horse during the Great Sioux War of 1876-1877 and the Ghost Dance Movement of 1890, and was a Lakota delegate to Washington in 1880.
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Dakota delegation to Washington, D.C., Left to right, Red Dog, Little Wound, John Bridgeman (interpreter), Red Cloud, American Horse and Red Shirt. June, 1880
Chief Red Shirt wore his hair to represent peace and war. One side of his hair was wrapped to indicate he was ready for peace, the other side was worn loose indicating his readiness for war. This was done when he traveled with Chief Red Cloud to Washington D.C.
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Red Shirt surrendered with Crazy Horse in 1877. After the surrender he moved to an area that is now known as Red Shirt, SD. Red Shirt was one of the first Wild Westers with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and a supporter of the Carlisle Native Industrial School. Red Shirt became an international celebrity Wild Westing with Buffalo Bill's Wild West and his 1887 appearance in England captured the attention of Europeans and presented a progressive image of Native Americans.
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Red Shirt in Buffalo Bill's Wild West Show
On March 31, 1887, Chief Red Shirt, Chief Blue Horse and Chief American Horse and their families boarded the SS State of Nebraska in New York City, leading a new journey for the Lakota people when they crossed the ocean to England on Buffalo Bill's first international to perform at the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria and tour through Birmingham, Salford and London over a five–month period. The entourage consisted of 97 Indians, 18 buffaloes, 2 deer, 10 elk, 10 mules, 5 Texas steers, 4 donkeys, and 108 horses. Buffalo Bill treated Native American employees as equals with white cowboys. Wild Westers received good wages, transportation, housing, abundant food and gifts of clothing and cash from Buffalo Bill at the end of each season.
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Photo from London - Red Shirt was lionized by the British press and his handsome features and stately bearing caused reporters to hang on his every word. Queen Victoria adored Chief Red Shirt and reportedly said after meeting him, "I know a real prince when I see him."
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William F. "Buffalo Bill" Cody, Rosa Bonheur, Chief Rocky Bear, Chief Red Shirt, William "Broncho Bill" Irving, Roland Knoedler, and Benjamin Tedesco in front of Cody's Tent at the Paris Exposition Universelle - 1889
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Another photo of Red Shirt - this time with Cody's company somewhere in Italy, 1890. Front row: No Neck, Rocky Bear, Black Heart, Georgie Duffy, Cody, Bessie Farrell, Annie Oakley, Red Shirt. Others in back row: Buck Taylor (fifth from right), Johnny Baker (fourth from right), Carter Couturier, advertising agent(?) (second from right), Has No Horses (far right)
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Chief Red Shirt's rifle & scabbard.🔼 - Details 🔽
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Chief Red Shirt was a Wild Wester for over thirty years - St. Louis World's Fair, 1904.
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Chief Red Shirt (Ógle Ša) - 1847–1925
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lord-of-snack-falcons · 2 months
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Gordon clanked crossly into Maron Station. The only time he appreciated seeing this station was when he was soaring through it, preferably with the express after cresting the hill people still insisted on naming after him.
“Stupid Henry.” he fumed. “And his stupid overhaul or whatever it was. We all struggled through the twenties. Why should he get special treatment? Because he was always ‘sick’? Peh, so he says.”
A bellowing whistle soon cut through the countryside. Gordon looked up with a glare. Henry came storming through the station, the Wild Nor’ Wester in tow.
“Express coming through!!” He hollered.
“But- but that’s my line!” Gordon shouted.
“Hi, Gordon!” Henry laughed. “Bye, Gordon!”
To call the big blue engine unamused would be a massive understatement.
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naumovskidusan · 5 months
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"Ride Like The Wind Rugged VIntage Wild West Cowboy Quote Illustration" by Olivera Pavlovic Naumovski on INPRNT
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forestofforever · 10 months
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And the funny thing is, Wester being a werewolf could be SO effective for angst, but then he ended up being quite possibly the least angsty character that I have.
He likes being a werewolf, he has control over it, sure it has its downsides (like not being able to eat chocolate anymore), but for the most part it's cool really? And sometimes people throw balls he can chase? Hell yeah.
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petaltexturedskies · 6 months
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November — with uncanny witchery in its changed trees. With murky red sunsets flaming in smoky crimson behind the westering hills. With dear days when the austere woods were beautiful and gracious in a dignified serenity of folded hands and closed eyes—days full of a fine, pale sunshine that sifted through the late, leafless gold of the juniper-trees and glimmered among the grey beeches, lighting up evergreen banks of moss and washing the colonnades of the pines. Days with a high-sprung sky of flawless turquoise. Days when an exquisite melancholy seemed to hang over the landscape and dream about the lake. But days, too, of the wild blackness of great autumn storms, followed by dank, wet, streaming nights when there was witch-laughter in the pines and fitful moans among the mainland trees.
Lucy Maud Montgomery, The Blue Castle
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a-very-tired-jew · 5 days
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A little hope in these dark times
I have previously talked about the token "Good Jews" that I know. One of them is dear to me so whenever they share something that is blatantly false I will then reach out. Each time they are receptive and delete the offending post and it allows us to have a conversation. In each instance they go "Oh, I didn't know that." That's the important part. They're Jewish, but they didn't know better. This friend was born into a Jewish family, went through all the standard Reform milestones, but after 13 they stopped engaging. Being Jewish became a tertiary thing for them and did not necessarily matter. As such they did not learn about the history of our people, the actions taken against us, and other major events outside of what they learned through high school and from their social circle (of which is mainly made of goys, so it's wild they take Jewish history from non-Jews). How do I know this? In our most recent exchange they shared something from IG that stated the persecution of Jews only happened in the West (read: Wester European Christian majority countries and the USA) and never is Muslim countries. I reached out and said this is demonstrably false and referred them to the Shiraz incident(s) that happened in the late 19th and early 20th century. They tried to double down and imply that the persecution that occurred in these pogroms was somehow exported to Iran from the USA at this time. So of course I gave examples of persecution prior to the colonist arriving in the USA. The response? "Oh...this is deeper than I thought." And they further admitted they had only a basic understanding of Jewish history that wouldn't even fulfill a 101 course. So it looks like they are finally grasping that the posts they are sharing from goy on Jewish history and events are in fact wrong and they need to become educated on their people's actual history. My fingers are crossed that this will actually happen and they won't fall back into being a token and share misinformation. And as always, this is my own personal experience and interactions. I'm not saying this is true for all tokens, this is for one particular instance with someone I care for.
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hazelcongestion · 2 months
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I headcanon thomas has a nameboard but it’s just a repainted wild nor' wester one
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tornadoyoungiron · 7 months
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TRAINTOBER | Day 9 - Viaduct
The City of Truro is coming back for his second visit to Sodor. Duck is beyond excited. Gordon however is not.
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What about Oliver, Duck? What about Oliver?
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"What are you so happy about," Henry grumbled as he stared with ire at the Pannier Tank engine that was sitting on the rails practically vibrating.
"City of Truro is coming back to the island!" Duck all but squeaked. "Oh, how delightful it will be to have him back again!"
Henry humphed in response. Having the City of Truro around meant that Duck would be even more sufferable than ever. Nothing against the famous city class but Duck would do nothing but praise and speak of the Great Western Way.
"Oh good, now you'll be even more insufferable than usual," Henry snorted back and Duck pulled a grumpy expression at him.
"It's not my fault you can't tell quality from scrap!" Duck sneered back and Henry just humphed. He looked away to watch Gordon pulling into Knapford station with his express. He looked more worried than usual.
Henry and Duck glanced at each other and shared a smirk.
They knew that a certain someone wasn’t going to enjoy this return visit of the famous Great Western.
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“Gordon you’re being rude,” Thomas scolded the big engine. The grand Pacific just wheeshed in response and Thomas pouted at him petulantly before a sneaky grin spread across his face. “You avoiding Truro, wouldn’t have anything to do with losing your dome on the viaduct the last time would it?”
Gordon looked sheepish for a second before he glared down at Thomas with an apocalyptically cross face.
“What nonsense!” He snapped and blasted steam at him willing the E2 to go away. Thomas giggled and hurried off in a rush before Gordon could realise what he was going to do.
“Wait Thomas no! Thomas stop!” Gordon desperately called after the little engine but said engine had already disappeared down the line cackling like a maniac. “Damn it!”
He just knew that the little gremlin tank engine would tattle tale on him to the City of Truro, he just knew it. 
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The final day of the City of Truro’s visit came and Gordon found himself having to be coaxed out of the sheds in order to pull his express. He’d done a good job of avoiding the famous Great Western and he was hoping that he could wait it out until he left. To his dismay, he couldn’t pass his express off on James and he now found himself approaching Vicarstown with a less-than-pleased expression on his face.
To his horror, he saw the crowd on the platform opposite to his, the smaller green tender engine with golden details sitting on the track next to him. He pulled up to the platform and avoided eye contact of any kind with the Great Western. This however did not work and a kindly voice called out to him.
“I’m terribly sorry if I’ve offended you dear Gordon,” the City of Truro apologised in a soft, kindly voice. 
Gordon glanced over at him and found that there was a regretful look on the Great Western’s face.
“Offended me? Why would have you offended me?” Gordon asked pompously.
“Well, you’ve been avoiding me dear chap, I hope I haven’t insulted you or something,” Truro clarified and Gordon sighed.
“Well I-” Gordon paused finding it hard to admit his feelings. “The last time you were here I insulted you and embarrassed myself by losing my dome on the viaduct.” 
“Ah I see,” City of Truro mused thoughtfully. “Well if it’s any consolation, I don’t find that particularly embarrassing. Now, if Flying Scotsman had done such a thing, I would give him no mercy. Such a ridiculous thing that engine.”
Gordon snorted and rolled his eyes.
“My brother is rather ridiculous,” he conceded.
“Quite, but I find you to be a lot more pleasant and reasonable than your brother,” Truro assured him. “I hold no ill will towards you and I was deeply hurt that I did not get to spend time with you, the famous express engine of the Wild Nor’ Wester.”
“Ah,” Gordon felt his ego inflate quite a bit at the Great Western’s words. “Well, I am sorry for being stuck in my own head.”
“It’s no matter,” Truro smiled. “Next time then.”
“Yes, next time!”
The two engines smiled at each other as they reached common ground.
“Say, I was actually hoping that you would be able to tell me some embarrassing stories about your brother if you had any,” Truro pressed sneakily and a devious grin appeared on Gordon’s face.
“Oh, I have many,” Gordon smirked.
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bruhstation · 3 months
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Guess who fixed their printer :)
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AGHHHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️ ITS THE ZORRAN AND ZIP IMAGE I MADE THAT STILL DEALT PSYCHIC DAMAGE TO ME EVERYTIME IT POPS UP …….. And you printed it …… I feel so honored ………… theres a green sludge in my lungs ……. Now everytime you feel like hurting over fortezza bigg city you can look at the image on the wall. thank you for making me think about visiting fortezza bigg city again
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and look!!!!! my zaffy sketch is there too!!!! :DDD also love those engine posters so much. esp the wild nor’ wester one like damnnnn now I want one. and hi seinfield
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pazzesco · 8 months
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Flying Hawk
Flying Hawk, also known as Moses Flying Hawk; March 1854 – December 24, 1931) was an Oglala Lakota warrior, historian, educator and philosopher. Flying Hawk's life chronicles the history of the Oglala Lakota people through the 19th and early 20th centuries, as he fought to deflect the worst effects of white rule; educate his people and preserve sacred Oglala Lakota land and heritage.
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Chief Flying Hawk was a combatant in Red Cloud's War and in nearly all of the fights with the U.S. Army during the Great Sioux War of 1876. He fought alongside his first cousin Crazy Horse and his brothers Kicking Bear and Black Fox II in the Battle of the Little Big Horn in 1876, and was present at the death of Crazy Horse in 1877 and the Wounded Knee Massacre of 1890.
Chief Flying Hawk was one of the five warrior cousins who sacrificed blood and flesh for Crazy Horse at the Last Sun Dance of 1877. Chief Flying Hawk was the author of his commentaries and accounts of the Battle of the Little Big Horn, Crazy Horse and the Wounded Knee Massacre, and of Native American warriors and statesmen from who fought to protect their families, defend the invasion of their lands and preserve their culture. Chief Flying Hawk was probably the longest standing Wild Wester, traveling for over 30 years throughout the United States and Europe from about 1898 to about 1930. Chief Flying Hawk was an educator and believed public education was essential to preserve Lakota culture. He frequently visited public schools for presentations. Chief Flying Hawk leaves a legacy of Native American philosophy and his winter count covers nearly 150 years of Lakota history.
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[1967]
The Wild Nor’ Wester wasn’t a train that usually necessitated two engines, but the Fat Controller decided to have Arthur double-head it with Henry, so the tank engine could better learn the line.
Unfortunately, nothing was ever that simple.
“Slow down, will you?!” Henry shouted.
“I- I don’t want us to arrive late!” Arthur called back.
“We’ll get to Tidmouth in good time without you dragging me!”
“Sorry! Sorry! It- it’s been a while since I pulled an express train.” Arthur admitted, sheepishly.
Henry sighed. “Well, try not to rush it. We aren’t exactly trying to break any records here.”
Arthur shuddered, a certain irate scarlet engine and tarnished fruit train coming to mind.
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sparkarrestor · 9 months
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Troublesome Coaches 2: Pullman Payback
Written By: SparkArrester
After their run-in with James, the Pullmans were more stuck up than ever. They were rude to everyone they met, and they even complained about Gordon.
“We aren’t to be treated like the filth on the Wild Nor’-Wester!”, they would say, “We are luxurious and important and should be treated as such!”.
As for James, he was very cross indeed. He was rostered on goods trains for the rest of the week, and the trucks, hearing what happened with the Pullmans, took joy in teasing him about it. James only grimaced as he took them up the line. James suspected that the Pullman’s somehow pulled strings to get him on goods trains, but he wasn’t sure. Though, the looks they gave him told him all he needed to know…
One night, both Gordon and James were returning home after a long day of work.
“Those silly coaches…” grumbled Gordon, “They spoiled what was supposed to be a lovely run!”
“And the trucks were horrid, like always”, grunted James in return. 
“If only someone could pay those coaches out, then I’m sure things would improve!”
“I’m up for it!”
“Are you sure James? Those coaches are a terror, especially to you!”
James only gave a grin.
“I can handle it, I'm sure!”
“Alright then, you can have the train tomorrow, remember, don’t let them beat you!”
“I won’t”
And that was that.
The Pullmans were very surprised when they saw James backing down on their train!
“What is this!” spluttered Oleander.
“We thought we told you to clear off!” Snapped another coach.
“Don’t you have a goods train to take?” Snarled a third.
James said nothing as they pulled out of the liner terminal and on to the mainline. Truth be told, he was still thinking of a plan! The coaches, meanwhile, tried to make the journey as miserable as possible.
“He thinks he can swagger back here like nothing happened? We’ll show him!” they whispered amongst themselves.
They jeered at him, insulted him, and even tried to make James stall on Gordon’s hill again, but to no avail. Even they had to admit defeat at some point, and James, though tired from the ordeal, relished in his triumph.
They reached the mainland station in fine style, and James went off to complete his other jobs while the coaches were shunted away. While they were at the carriage siding being cleaned, they tried to come up with a plan.
“That red ingrate needs to be put in his place!” said Oleander.
“But we’ve done all we can do!” said another, “What more can we even do?”
“We could try to put Car No.13 back on our train, hopefully he’ll work his magic and cause trouble!” put in the brake coach.
“We all agreed to never let him back on our train again, and I’ll have no more talk on the matter, are we clear?” cut in Oleander sternly.
“Well…” put in the dining coach, “We could take a page from those little wooden maniacs and push him down the hill?”
“But that could endanger our passengers!” said Ophelia, a first-class coach.
“No no, the dining coach is onto something!”, replied Oleander in a giddy way, "We could do it on the hill, and I’m sure that would teach him a thing or two…” She smirked before continuing, “Besides, we’ll only give him a scare, and not endanger our passengers too much” She finished proudly.
“I’m still not so sure about this…” muttered Ophelia.
“Well don’t be sure and just do what I say!” Snapped Oleander.
James returned to the mainland station and picked up the return train. The Pullmans still glared at him, but he only gave a smirk in return. He was expecting starting the train to be hard, but to his surprise, the coaches didn’t even try to hold back as he started from the station!
‘That’s odd’ he thought, ‘Why didn’t they try anything?’
He couldn’t dwell on this for long however, as he crossed over the points and onto open line. The entire run, the Pullman’s stayed silent and didn’t try anything.
‘Well, I suppose I really did teach them a lesson!’ he thought, ‘That was easier than I thought!’
But that was to change when he began to go down Gordan’s hill. At once, he felt the coaches put all their weight onto his buffers.
‘They wouldn’t!’
But they did!
“On! On! We’ll show you!” Sang all but one of the Pullmans.
However, their plan wouldn’t last long. There was a commotion at the head of the train, and all at once, there was a jolt!
“I-I-Can’t!” shouted Ophelia, and she began to apply her brakes.
That did it. There was a loud *crack* and the train slowed to a stop, halfway down Gordon’s hill!
“W-What on earth were you lot thinking?!”, shouted James, as the guard went to inspect what went wrong, “There could have been an accident, and your passengers could have been injured! It’s disgusting, the scheme you tried to pull off!”
“I-I-I… I don’t know…” muttered Oleander quietly. 
Truth be told, she, and all the other Pullman’s, were shaken up as well. It didn’t take long for the guard to find the problem, as it was right between the Brake Coach and Ophelia.
“The Brake pipe’s all busted!” He spat, “Now we’ll just ‘ave to call fer ‘elp!”
“No we don’t!” James replied, a sly smile appearing on his face, and he told the guard and his plan.
“Mebbe that could wurk…” said the Guard thoughtfully, “But, where will we be gettin’ a leather bootlace?”
The coaches tried to protest this as soon as they heard it, but no one paid any attention to them.
“Well, how many rich folk are on this train?” replied James dryly, “I’m sure we could borrow a pair, and they could easily afford some new ones!”
“Alright, but it’s yer funnel if there arr complaints!”
  As it turns out, it was easy to get a pair of leather bootlaces, and some newspaper!
“Some bloke by the name of Jobling offered them!”, exclaimed the guard.
At this, James turned a shade of purple, and seemed to be holding in a laugh!
The driver and fireman got to work immediately, and before long, everything was ready. 
‘I hope this works…’ thought James, as he started off.
Gordon was waiting at the liner terminal.
‘James should have been back by now’ he thought, ‘I hope nothing went wrong…’
But he soon heard a whistle, and tired but triumphant, James came in with the train. James smiled as he pulled in, the coaches being silent the entire time. He met Gordon and the others in the shed that night.
“So what happened?” asked Gordon, “Those Pullmans were silent, and that hasn’t happened in a long time!”
“Well…” began James, and told the whole story.
“Wow, turns out that one incident from decades ago finally became useful after all!” laughed Duck.
“Well.. I suppose” said James, “Besides, it worked! So… what can I say except, your welcome!”
And he promptly went to sleep. Gordon meanwhile, wondered how long James would go on about this!
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littlefeather-wolf · 1 month
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Chief Red Shirt (Ógle Ša) - 1847–1925Red Shirt in Buffalo Bill's Wild West ShowOn March 31, 1887, Chief Red Shirt, Chief Blue Horse and Chief American Horse and their families boarded the SS State of Nebraska in New York City, leading a new journey for the Lakota people when they crossed the ocean to England on Buffalo Bill's first international to perform at the Golden Jubilee of Queen Victoria and tour through Birmingham, Salford and London over a five–month period. The entourage consisted of 97 Indians, 18 buffaloes, 2 deer, 10 elk, 10 mules, 5 Texas steers, 4 donkeys, and 108 horses. Buffalo Bill treated Native American employees as equals with white cowboys. Wild Westers received good wages, transportation, housing, abundant food and gifts of clothing and cash from Buffalo Bill at the end of each season ...
Photo from London - Red Shirt was lionized by the British press and his handsome features and stately bearing caused reporters to hang on his every word. Queen Victoria adored Chief Red Shirt and reportedly said after meeting him, "I know a real prince when I see him."
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Accepted Shorts List
This list will be updated as shorts are selected, and will become a masterdoc for entries.
Piper, dir. Alan Barillaro (Available on Disney+)
Dissolve, dir. Carina Heller
Sharp Teeth, dir. David James Armsby
Tar Boy, dir. James Lee
Moses of Prosthesis, dir. Gagame
Quasi at the Quackadero, dir. Sally Cruikshank
Welcome to Hell, dir. Erica Wester
Friendly Shadow, dir. David James Armsby
The Acorn Princess, dir. Kris Yim
Drawn to You, dir. Eleanor Davitt
Scattershot, dir. Jade Smania
Ramshackle, dir. Zi Chen
Paperman, dir. John Kahrs (Available on Disney+, Amazon, iTunes, Google Play)
Loop, dir. Erica Milsom (Available on Disney+)
Jinxy Jenkins & Lucky Lou, dir. Michael Bidinger and Michelle Kwon
Kitbull, dir. Rosana Sullivan
Out, dir. Steven Clay Hunter
In a Heartbeat, dir. Beth David and Esteban Bravo
Ice Merchants, dir. João Gonzalez
Diamond Jack, dir. Rachel Kim
Lackadaisy (Pilot), dir. Fable Siegel
The Cat Came Back, dir. Cordell Barker
Fuelled, dir. Michelle Hao and Fawn Chan
The Man Who Planted Trees, dir. Frédéric Back
My Friends Take the Night Bus, dir. Sofi
Wallace & Gromit: The Wrong Trousers, dir. Nick Park
The Naked King -What a Beautiful Life-, dir. rapparu
Coming Out, dir. Cressa Maeve Beer
Dear Girl, dir. Choi Ji-eun
Jibaro, dir. Alberto Mielgo (Available on Netflix, Love Death + Robots S3E9)
The Witness, dir. Alberto Mielgo (Available on Netflix, Love Death + Robots S1E3)
The Legend of Pipi, dir. Julia Schoel and Birgit Uhlig
The Cameraman's Revenge, dir. Wladyslaw Starewicz
What's Opera, Doc? dir. Chuck Jones
The Dover Boys at Pimento University; or, The Rivals of Roquefort Hall, dir. Chuck Jones
Kitty Kornered, dir. Bob Clampett
A Wild Hare, dir. Tex Avery
Everything Will Be OK, dir. Don Hertzfeldt
Yankee Doodle Daffy, dir. Friz Freleng
Duck Dodgers in the 24½th Century, dir. Chuck Jones
Long Gone Gulch, dir. Tara Billenger and Zach Bellissimo
I Love to Singa, dir. Tex Avery
Opal, dir. Jack Stauber
Scaredy Cat, dir. Chuck Jones
I Should Leave This Mall I Think, dir. Noodle
Porky's Duck Hunt, dir. Tex Avery
Bambi Meets Godzilla, dir. Marv Newland
Porky in Wackyland, dir. Bob Clampett
Rabbit Seasoning, dir. Chuck Jones
One Froggy Evening, dir. Chuck Jones
Don vs. Raph, dir. Jhonen Vasquez
Cat City, dir. Victoria Vincent
Roller Coaster Rabbit, dir. Rob Minkoff
Tummy Trouble, dir. Rob Minkoff
Trail Mix-Up, dir. Barry Cook
Blood Bound, dir. Lyly Hoang
Ciao, Alberto, dir. McKenna Harris (Available on Disney+)
Blackfly, dir. Christopher Hinton
Charlie the Unicorn: The Grand Finale, dir. Jason Steele
Free Apple, dir. Ian Worthington
Bigtop Burger Season 1, dir. Ian Worthington
There's a Man in the Woods, dir. Jacob Streilein
Llamas with Hats: The Series, dir. Jason Steele
Welcome to my Life, dir. Elizabeth Ito
Duck Amuck, dir. Chuck Jones
We Can't Live Without Cosmos, dir. Konstantin Bronzit
Geri's Game, dir. Jan Pinkava
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68. Snow-White, dir. Dave Fleischer
69. DAICON IV Opening Animation, dir. Hiroyuki Yamaga
70. Rooty Toot Toot, dir. John Hubley
71. SHOP: A Pop Opera, dir. Jack Stauber
72. Rabbit of Seville, dir. Chuck Jones
73. The Cat Concerto, dir. Joseph Barbera and William Hanna
74. My Little Goat, dir. Tomoki Misato
75. Asparagus, dir. Suzan Pitt (Available on the Criterion Channel)
76. Puparia, dir. Shingo Tamagawa
77. The Cybernetic Grandma, dir. Jiří Trnka
78. Captain Yajima, dir. Ian Worthington
79. Agoraphobia, dir. Victoria Vincent
80. Donald in Mathmagic Land, dir. Hamilton Luske, Wolfgang Reitherman, Les Clark and Joshua Meador
81. Joy Street, dir. Suzan Pitt (Available on the Criterion Channel)
82. The Old Man and The Sea, dir. Aleksandr Petrov
83. The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, dir. Aleksandr Petrov
84. Vincent, dir. Tim Burton
85. World of Tomorrow, dir. Don Hertzfeldt
86. World of Tomorrow Episode 2: The Burden of Other People's Thoughts, dir. Don Hertzfeldt (pay per view of Vimeo)
87. The Magic Portal, dir. Lindsay Fleay
88. The Golden Chain, dir. Adebukola Bodunrin and Ezra Claytan Daniels (available on the Criterion Channel)
89. Black Soul, dir. Martine Chartrand
90. Hedgehog in the Fog, dir. Yuri Norstein
91. Dreams of the Rarebit Fiend: The Flying House, dir. Windsor McCay
92. Around is Around, dir. Evelyn Lambart and Norman McLaren
93. Popeye the Sailor Meets Sinbad the Sailor, dir. Dave Fleischer
94. Historia Naturae (Suita), dir. Jan Svankmajer
95. Still Lost I Guess, Here's a Tunnel, dir. Dario Alva
96. Kapaemahu, dir. Joe Wilson, Dean Hamer and Hinaleimoana Wong-Kalu
97. Long-Haired Hare, dir. Chuck Jones
98. Muto, dir. Blu
99. Windy Day, dir. John and Faith Hubley
100. Bully for Bugs, dir. Chuck Jones
101. The Haunted Hotel, dir. J. Stuart Blackton
102. Destino, dir. Dominique Monfery (Available on Disney+)
103. Fantasy, dir. Vince Collins
104. To Beep or Not To Beep, dir. Chuck Jones
105. Pixillation, dir. Lillian Schwartz
106. Goodbye Jerome!, dir. Chloé Farr, Gabrielle Selnet and Adam Sillard (Available on the Criterion Channel)
107. Betty Boop's Halloween Party, dir. Dave Fleischer
108. Jumping, dir. Osamu Tezuka
109. Baby Fingers, dir. Adrian Dalen
110. On Your Mark, dir. Hayao Miyazaki
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lnwrcauli · 2 months
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Thomas the Tank Engine [NWR AU]
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(Brief) History
Thomas is an LB&SCR E2 built in 1915. He was hired out to the newly-formed NWR, where he was subsequently (and quite suspiciously) sold after being written off as "lost in action". After the end of WWI, Thomas was allocated to Vicarstown to act as station pilot. During his tenure here, he was dragged along behind the Wild Nor' Wester as far as Crovan's Gate, after which he required new bearings on his coupling rods and valve gear.
In 1925, Thomas ran away down Gordon's Hill with a goods train. This act of negligence caused The Fat Director to re-allocate him to Wellsworth to learn how to handle wagons properly. His tenure here was short, however, as the then newly-purchased James also ran away down Gordon's Hill with a goods train later that month. After the alarm was raised, Thomas sprung into action with the breakdown train, his actions earned him re-assignment to the Ffarquhar Branchline. He worked here rather uneventfully for some thirty years until 1955 when a cleaner meddled with his controls and he ran into the stationmaster's house, badly damaging his front end. Repairs took longer than previously thought due to some issues securing the works drawings from Brighton, and when he finally returned to traffic in 1957, he had been completely rebuilt and reclassified. His running plate had been brought flush with his bufferbeams, his boiler, cab, bunker and tanks had been lowered and his classification was changed from LB&SCR E2 to NWR A1.
Returning to traffic, he had quite the few run-ins with Daisy, whom had done his work in his absence, as well as with the freshly-bought FQC No. 2 Mavis. From here, Thomas' life calmed down significantly, and except from a few mainline railtours, he has mostly remained on his little branchline in peace.
Personality
Thomas is, as expected, a cheeky little bugger with a loud mouth. He's immature, fussy, impatient and a joker. Since getting his branchline however, Thomas has matured somewhat, though he is still the witty little blighter he was in 1915.
This is my first stab at an existing character, it may not be the most fleshed-out, but I tried.
See you in the next one.
Cheerio!
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Piggybacking off of what black prince said, what were the 50s and 60s like for you Murdoch? How did you come to reside on Sodor?
MURDOCH: Hi! Er um, I’m not used to people asking me things, I like to keep a low profile.
But I guess the reason I came to Sodor is thanks to Evening Star. Sir Topham’s father saw her pulling an express and out pacing the Diesels at the time. He wanted a 8F to be a stand in for the Wild Nor’ Wester and so he brought me when we were sent for scrap.
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