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unpopularvivian · 2 days
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Incorrect Ttte Quotes 200:
Daisy: Goodness me, I haven’t slept in 72 hours… 
Thomas: I haven’t slept in 80. I’m the gamer king! 
Percy: Ha! I haven’t slept in 90 hours, I’m aiming for 100. 
Mavis: Amateurs, I haven't slept in 130 hours! You think you guys can defeat me?
Toby: What the fuck is wrong with you engines.....
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ohmystarrynight · 7 months
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Each night at Tidmouth Sheds can be a chore to get everyone to agree on a record to be played before bed but tonight they settled on Roger Williams.
Thank god for that phonograph.
Drew this based off of a little blurb I wrote on my lunch break one day.. if you wanna read it I’ll link it here!
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monstersteam · 2 months
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They grow up so fast
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bruhstation · 10 months
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updated casa tidmouth designs as of june 2023!!! yahooo!!! (claws the wall and rips out the drying paint pieces)
individual characters below the cut:
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ohjeeztrains · 4 months
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Percy and Toby's drowsy faces are so gnarly, I love them
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thebunnylord · 5 months
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Sir Topham Hatt: on the twelfth day of Christmas my engines sent to me:
Emily: twelve truck a-troubling
Oliver: eleven grumpy passengers
Douglas: ten tonnes of damaged goods
Donald: nine delayed trains
Duck: eight OSHA violations
Toby: seven derailed tar trucks
Percy: six safety valves a-popping
James: FIVE CLASS ACTION LAWSUITS!!!
Gordon: four smashed up buffers
Henry: three striking engines
Edward: two twins a-scheming
Thomas: AND A GIANT GAPPING HOLE IN THE STATION MASTER’S HOUSE!!!
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8 engines jailed for complaints from towns nearby.
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Found at Covan's Gate around 2 am , toddlering around after a drank of contaminated liquid from a water tower unknown to science, causing confusion and delay everywhere they rail on!
There's currently an investigation on the scene, the engines will be interrogated.
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autumn-sinner-or-cat · 2 months
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Belle:*GA-A-A-ASP* DO YOU HAVE A BELL? Toby:Oh God,a big woman.. Belle:I HAVE A BELL TOO!LET'S BE FRIEEEEEEEEENDS! Toby:Help
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sparkarrestor · 21 days
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So we all know that Awdry originally had James as a GSWR Class 403 since it fit the description of an inside-cylinder mogul, but later changed James to be an English design. This post stems off the thought of "What If Awdry kept James Scottish?"
This whole thing was also brought on by @mean-scarlet-deceiver's Tales of the G&SW excerpts.
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Beware, my writing of a Scottish accent is terrible, try not to cringe.
What If Scottish James
Written By: SparkArrester
1929
James was in a foul mood. Henry, like usual, failed. Now he was stuck with his coal train. That he had to arrange himself. Apparently the new shunter was busy with something that wasn’t shunting.
“Stupid Trucks, stupid coal, stupid everythingggg”, He moaned as he marshalled his train, “All that time being cleaned was a waste!”
The trucks, sensing an opportunity for mischief, made it their mission to give James the worst morning possible. They jammed their brakes, ran hot axles boxes, and some even derailed in the yard. The breaking point was when an old tippler’s front hatch flew open. Coal poured out onto the rails, and onto James, coating his front end. The trucks all burst out laughing, but they were soon cut off.
“Yee wretched little INGRATES!”, Burst out James in a perfect scottish dialect, “Ye all oor jus’ little devious muckle nuisances that are no fit ta scrape ta scale oof me boiler, ye little wee gobshites!”
This continued for some time, until James heard a familiar whistle, and immediately blanched. Percy rolled in looking gobsmacked.
“Err, uhh, hey James?”
“Wha arr ye -ahem- what are, uh, you doing here Percy?”
“Coming to take over the shunting.”
“Ah, right.”
“...”
“... Percy.”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t tell anyone…”
“James, I’m pretty sure everyone on this side of the island heard you.”
“... Dang it.”
1951
James sat there, covered in tar. His crew had already gone to the station to phone for help, and one of the old Suddery Tanks brought a crane to assist. He was hoping for an engine like Edward or Henry to take him to the works. In the meantime, quietly grumbling to himself was good enough. In fact, he was so absorbed with himself that he forgot his surroundings.
“Stupid wee muckle nuisances…”, he muttered, “Stupid Toby. If ‘e wasnae a huge prat my red coat wouldnae be in ruins. Honestly, those wee branchline engines are nothing but great big pieces ‘o-”
A ring of a bell broke him out of his thoughts. He jumped back as he realized Toby and Percy were right beside him. He prayed they hadn’t heard him. They did.
“Ark ay Percy!”, Chortled Toby in a terrible Scottish accent, “Whatever isnae that dirty object!”
“That isn’t even how you use isnae…”, muttered James, but of course they took no notice.
They continued speaking in terrible accents all the way to the sheds. James didn’t know if he should be angry at their teasing, or their complete butchering of his old dialect (one he had tried his hardest to shake), so he settled for both. 
1959
The Fat Controller had brought a new goods engine to help out. James was glad at first, now someone else could work the pick-up goods while he got more passengers. He had heard that there was something up with the new engine when it had arrived, but he didn’t put much stock into it. Later in the day, he was backing down on what would hopefully be his last pick-up goods in a while when he heard a whistle. A deep-toned whistle that he had not heard in years. James grimaced as a Caledonian steam engine pulled up on the adjacent line, giving him the stink eye.
“Well Well Well…” The Caledonian spat, “A Sou’-West engine. And one of Pee-Wee Drummond’s oven-boxes! Ah hoped we saw the last ‘o ye back ‘ome!”
“The feeling is most certainly mutual!” He replied with vitriol that wasn’t really there. He hoped to leave everything pre-sodor behind. But of course it had found him. At least he still had a slight bad opinion towards the Caledonian, it did him good in this confrontation.
“Ark aye!”, Exclaimed the Caledonian, “Why do ye soond like tha?”
James was taken aback, “Like what?”
“There it is again! Aye Douggie!”
The question of who “Douggie” was got itself answered quickly, when an identical Caledonian  engine pulled up besides the first.
“Aye Donnie. What’s up!”
“Wait wait, just let that Sou’-West engine speak!”
James defiantly shut his mouth, but then his crew chose that exact time to ask him something. He replied as quietly as possible. But not quiet enough.
“O Aye!” Exclaimed “Douggie”, “He soonds like a wee sassenach!”
James went red in the face, “Well! I-I-I-”
“Tha accent is ass!” Chortled “Donnie”, and soon “Dougie” joined in.
They continued until James left, his face matching his paintwork. He put a good few months practicing his accent, and it was hard. He now figured out what exactly was up with the new engine: there were two of them, and they both sucked.
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augustlaven · 8 months
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tw: mention of cbt (I don't know if it needs to be marked or not, it's just a meme, but-)⬇️
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explanation: the inscription at the bottom translates as super old, but it sounds the same as a super star⬇️
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edwards-exploit · 8 months
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So, gardener Henry, huh?
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Great Eastern Railway C53 class steam 'tram' engine on its very first journey in June 1914. Scuttling up the main line from Stratford Works to its home base at Ipswich.
It would survive until 1951
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trainsandkitties · 4 days
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Here's the team's handwriting because why not
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devilowls · 3 months
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Here starts the problem when I draw the wrong number of wheels
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gadgetini · 1 month
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CAN I GET AN ICED CARAMEL- A WHAT?
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flamingoprincess25 · 4 months
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Thomas and friends at a park
Thomas: Goes ape shit on the playground
Edward: feeds the birds
Henry: walks through the forest, enjoying nature
Gordon: jogs around the trail
James: is sitting next to Edward, watching him feed the birds
Percy: Also goes ape shit on the playground
Toby: picking flowers for Henrietta
Duck: sits by the lake, dipping his feet in the water
Donald:
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Douglas: walking with Oliver, holding hands
Oliver: walking with Douglas, holding hands.
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