In the UK we have zebra crossings, pelican crossings, puffin crossings, pegasus crossings and toucan crossings, all different types of pedestrian crossings. Did you know, though, that for a short time there was a panda crossing? This is a picture of the first one, unveiled at Waterloo in 1962 (note the Mayor, right, carrying a panda as he crosses) but it was wildly unpopular and too confusing.
From BBC On This Day:
One old lady, who was one of the first pedestrians to use the new crossing in York Road, was not impressed.
She said: “That man Marples is up to too many tricks. It’s a hairbrained scheme and most dangerous.”
Wait. What? There different types of pedestrian crossings in Britain? In the US we only have one. Someone please explain.
Of course! Not all roads are created equal. So:
1. Zebra Crossing. Your classic Beatles deal, although it usually has these zig zag lines on either side of it so cars can’t park there and block the view of oncoming traffic. You have right of way when you start crossing. If you’re British, you will DRAMATICALLY SIGH, glare, or tut if a car zooms through it while you’re getting ready to cross.
2. Pelican Crossing. [Pedestrian Light Controlled]. For bigger streets, usually, like crossings over a busy road or high street. You press the button, which shows WAIT and then you have to wait for the man to go green befor you can technically cross. For the visually impaired, there’s a little swirly thing under most button consoles and it turns when it’s time to cross.
3. Puffin Crossing. [Pedestrian User-Friendly Intelligent crossing]. You see these more and more in London now (and elsewhere) because they’re better than Pelican Crossings for the visually impaired. The Green/Red Man is next to you on the pole rather than across the street. Otherwise it’s largely the same as a Pelican Crossing. You press the bottom button, wait for it to go green, and then cross. There is often a swirly thing for the visually impaired.
4. Pegasus Crossing. For horses! Now moving towards the Puffin model of showing the red or green horse on the pole next to you rather than across the street, the little command box is raised up the pole to make it easier for riders to hit the button while on their mighty steed. Sometimes they have wooden fences to keep horses back while they wait.
5. Toucan Crossing. For people + bicycles. TWO CAN. Get it?
[[As far as I know these are all of my current threads. If anything has been dropped or I’ve missed anything off of this list, please let me know.]]
- Condemned to Captivity || Captain Rogers & Lieutenant Delaney
- Escaping the tourists || Lia & Tyson
- My familiar pup || Tyson & Sebastian
- Over the hills and far away || Sebastian & Tyson
- Sincerely Signed | Army!verse | Hal Yorke & Tyson Delaney
army!verse & v; La Vie en Rose
- There’s always another somewhere || Severin & Tyson
- The best laid plans of Men and Mice || Jim & Tyson
v6: whatever is in heaven
The best laid plans of Men and Mice || Jim & Tyson
There, now, they’re getting someplace after all. Jim is certain he’s about to feel the pressure of a questing hand right where he wants it, but instead, the way Tyson deliberately teases him brings a grin to his face. He could respond in kind if he wanted to - and he does want to - but when he’s told to do something, Jim takes this opportunity to acknowledge that one of them has slotted into the leadership position. At least for the moment.
Another kiss. This one more urgent and demanding than the others, but Jim counts to three in his head and then pulls away, lewd expression promising much more as soon as they can get their space in order. He approaches the window and spares only a few seconds to peer outside before twitching the curtain shut and turning back around, already beginning to shed his clothes. True to the details they’ve negotiated, he’ll let Tyson remove his trousers first, but neither of them had said anything about shirts. Jim knows his physique is quite average, but that hardly matters; surely the revealing of some skin will spur the moment to move along that much more quickly.
He doesn’t assist Tyson with moving the maps, largely because he doesn’t know if they need to rest a certain way, in a certain order or in a certain place, but also because he would much rather hinder than help. Jim likes to be a distraction, and so that’s precisely what he dedicates himself to being; as soon as one map is moved, Jim eases down in that small spot, perched on the very edge of the bed, and presents himself for Tyson’s viewing as the man moves to transfer the rest of his work from the bed and onto the floor. It’s obvious that Jim is waiting for him, and it’s also obvious that he enjoys being looked at, by the way he strategically poses himself.
Tyson kept his maps neat and knew exactly what order they should be in. If he felt rushed he could easily shift his maps out of the way in a few seconds. However, he was fine with making Jim wait for a moment while he moved the finished maps off of the bed. It was already evident that Tyson enjoyed teasing Jim, but that wasn’t his reason this time. His self-control was fantastic, but not infinite and it had been far too long since he’d allowed himself this kind of indulgence. Even so, Tyson was holding himself back; or rather, his anxiety was.
The dent in his torso - and his scars - were very unattractive, in Tyson’s eyes, and he was already bracing himself for Jim’s reaction to them. He silently reassured himself that between that reaction and now was his leather jacket, buttoned-up shirt, and the light grey v-neck t-shirt he always wore as an undershirt. Tyson ran his eyes slowly over Jim and licked at his lips, without trying to hide his response at all, when he returned his attention to the other man. Cupping the back of Jim’s neck in his hand, Tyson pulled the other man in for an equally demanding kiss as their last.
His other hand rested on Jim’s chest, fingers gently stroking over Jim’s bare collarbone. “Someone’s g-getting impatient, Jim. It’s been a while for y-you, huh?” Teased Tyson - rather hypocritically, not that Jim would know that - as he nudged his own boots off. Tyson pulled back, just out of Jim’s reach, to oblige by their agreement. While one hand unbuckled his belt, Tyson’s other hand ran up over his crotch in the way he’d denied Jim only moments ago. When his second hand reached the top of his jeans, he undid the button and pulled down the zipper. Letting the denim fabric drop without a show, Tyson settled besides Jim on the side of the bed.
Tyson couldn’t think of anything else to say, at first. A text to give advanced warning would have been nice.
"You b-bringing food means that I’m in for a long n-night, doesn’t it?” With a sigh, Tyson stepped out of the doorway to let the other man inside. “Alright then, I’ll bite. W-What are you after, Sebastian?”
Repeat after me, kiddos.
Sebastian Moran is not “ordinary”
Sebastian Moran is from the military
Sebastian Moran went to college
Sebastian Moran wrote two books
Sebastian Moran killed a tiger
Sebastian Moran is a fucking BAMF
If Sebastian Moran was “ordinary” he would’ve died a long time ago
Sebastian Moran is not someone who can just be written off as unimportant, because he’s just as important to Moriarty’s web as Moriarty is.
This has been a local PSA from your fellow Sebastian Moran cosplayer who doesn’t take shit when his character is downed.
My familiar pup || Tyson & Sebastian
It certainly wasn’t difficult to see the pain in the man’s eyes, although he could tell Tyson was trying not to show it. Sebastian had seen him get injured before and this wasn’t any different, although he figured there might’ve been some emotional pain, as well. He wasn’t entirely sure, considering it had been a very long time since he had cared for anyone’s feelings. It had been considered a weakness for a while now, and that wasn’t going to change. This line of work was simply impossible to combine emotions with, in his opinion. He needed to stay focused in order to get the job done.
However, something inside of him was telling him not to follow that rule. It was the part of him that made him human, the part that remembered what it was like back in the military. While letting out a soft breath, he removed his hand from the spot that had caused Tyson to go through yet another bad experience caused by him, he moved his hand to the man’s head, gently stroking his fingers through his hair as a way of trying to take away the pain. Things were rough between them, but he could tell the man was trying to show just how loyal he had been and still was, even after everything that had happened and all the time that had passed in which they hadn’t even seen each other. It was impressive, and frankly, it was something he needed. “Actions speak louder than words. If all of this is true, you will show me it is.” He placed a finger beneath the man’s chin, forcing him to look up and make eye contact. “There’s something else I want to tell you, but do not confuse my kindness for something that will occur regularly. The moment I saw your documents, I wanted to see you. But more importantly; I wanted you to see me. I’m not sure what I was expecting to happen… But this meeting had to take place. It had to. We might not see each other often after this day. Hell, we might not ever see each other again, but this had to happen regardless. No more lies… That was the truth and nothing but.”
Though pressing down on the dent in Tyson’s torso was the equivalent of pressing an instant pain button on Tyson, Sebastian removing his hand from the dent didn’t turn the pain off instantly. Tyson was grateful that Sebastian removed his hand, stopping the intensity of the pain, but the aftermath still rolled through his entire body; a slow, hard, throb that wasn’t going to fade anytime soon. Even though it didn’t take away the pain, Sebastian stroking his hair was a good distraction from it; fingers in his hair was almost always a good way to soothe Tyson.
Tyson knew he should take advantage of this moment. He knew he should run away, but instead Tyson practically melted into Sebastian’s touch; taking comfort where Tyson knew he shouldn’t. Tyson didn’t flinch or resist as Sebastian made him meet his eyes, knowing that if Sebastian wanted to hurt him again he’d have just hit the dent in his torso again. He often found making direct eye contact difficult, but Tyson forced himself not to look away. He wasn’t going to back down the second Sebastian showed him kindness.
“O-Okay, no lies,” he agreed with a slow nod. Even knowing that now wasn’t the time to cave, Tyson did want to show Sebastian that he’d been speaking the truth, but he had no idea how to. Well, actually Tyson’s first thought on how to express that had been to kiss Sebastian, but - as far as Tyson knew - that wasn’t a good plan. Tyson had barely accepted his feelings for Sebastian, and mostly hated himself for having them, he didn’t think it was possible for Sebastian to share them. “I’m n-not good at this stuff, you know I-I’m not. I want to show you, S-Sebastian, but I’m not sure how to. If I…”
You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.
Condemned to Captivity || Captain Rogers & Lieutenant Delaney
Steve is starting to grasp it all as Tyson speaks but the matter still lies that they need Tyson to either give them information on Moriarty or lure him out of hiding. Steve doesn’t want to keep him hostage, prisoners of war were not Steve’s style. If Tyson doesn’t want to tell them where to find Moriarty but he does think that Moriarty or even this ‘colonel’ will come after him, then they may have a way of getting to him after all. Steve doesn’t particularly like this discovery but he doesn’t like that Moriarty is murdering innocent people for his own entertainment.
"We will protect you." He assures Tyson again even if it definitely seems that Tyson is not even remotely reassured that he will be protected. Steve doesn’t want any harm to come to Tyson, he didn’t want to hurt Tyson at all in the first place but Tyson had chosen to be uncooperative. "No matter who does or doesn’t come for you, Tyson, we will protect you and I will not let anyone hurt you like that again."
Tyson was no stranger to being taken into custody, but it had been a long time since Tyson had been caught without intending to be. The last time had been one of The Colonel’s attempts at reclaiming him, but even then, as when he intended to be caught, Tyson knew how to play it; if he should allow a rapport with his captor or hold his silence. It was infuriating not knowing if he was making a mistake by speaking with Steve. He didn’t believe that Steve could protect him from The Colonel or Moriarty, but he gave only gave a slow disbelieving shaking of his head in acknowledgement
“W-Where are we going then, Steve?” Asked Tyson again, not expecting more of an answer than he’d already been given. “I m-mean, I know you’re taking me to the s-states and I assume that means we’re going to an a-airport; Heathrow, if your driver’s r-route is to be believed,” said Tyson. He offered no explanation on how he knew where the van was. His Synesthesia wasn’t exactly a secret, he knew it was somewhere in his military medical report, but Tyson preferred that people didn’t know. “But where in t-the states?”