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movies-and-co · 2 years

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Maybe the real Mr Wilford was the friends we made along the way :)

#snowpiercer #snowpiercer season 1 #snowpiercer spoilers #snowpiercer series

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onetrainscifi · 1 year

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OKAY SO

Everyone knows the International Peace Forces (IPF, the mouse head people) are the enemies in s4 correct

If you go rewatch 2x06. The logo on the log books is the IPF logo. We also know from one of the audition sides that our good friend Clark Gregg (as Commander Milius(?)) wants to have a word with our other good somehow still alive friend Melanie Cavill (or Megan Cunningham/Felony Havill) I guess.

Anyways my weather forecast for s4 is that the IPF went back to Breslauer after Mel left her note and shit and had her name and DNA and calendar and everything all over the station, caught up to Snowpiercer all these months later, and then said hey we wanna talk to Melanie Cavill

And that's why Melanie has a gun and also a deep desire to not only run away with Ben but also go underground.

#hi guys i'm on hour 96 of a west wing marathon #and it's 1:30 in the morning #snowpiercer #snowpiercer tnt #snowpiercer spoilers #snowpiercer season 4 #do not fucking repost this. like seriously.

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punemy-spotted · 10 months

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Sixteen Tons - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 - Muscle and Blood

Pairing: Miner!Curtis Everett x Witch!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS A HORROR FIC, Discussion of death, graphic depiction of someone bleeding out, 1890s coal mining town aesthetic in the modern day, strong pro-union opinions, Pentecostal Christianity, Appalachian Gothic Horror, Cosmic Horror, See future chapter warnings for additional tags, DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

PLEASE REMEMBER THAT YOUR CONSUMPTION OF MEDIA IS YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY AND IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE CONTENT THAT IS BEING PRESENTED, PLEASE DO NOT READ

Chapter Summary: The world melts away, rots into dirt and decay, and as a garden grows untended, you find your gifts crowding out the rest of your life.

We all know that the only light in the deep dark is a paycheck. So hush. Count your blessings, boy. Roof over your head, food on the table, diesel and grease, work boots on the porch, crippled back, crumbling joints, and silence. Company and even union, tuck you in, shut you up, and leave you to rot. And God damn it, you’d better be grateful. - Old Gods of Appalachia Episode 3: The Covenant

Notes: This fic also serves as a sort of direct sequel to Glory, Amen, in that the reader is technically the daughter of Pastor and Ma Rogers, but uses a pseudonym outside of the home she grew up in. The song referenced in this chapter is No Glory, by The Eagle Rock Gospel Singers. They're wonderful, so check them out!

At the time of publishing this chapter, the Family Sleepover, Down in the Valley is still ongoing! Please come by and check it out as we celebrate spooky season all year ‘round!

Also, in this house we support Unions.

All of my work is 18+ Only, Minors DO NOT INTERACT. I do not consent to my work being posted anywhere besides Tumblr or Ao3 and I post my work there myself. Do not copy, translate, or repost any of my content.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

‘Course, everything dies, eventually. Much as you loathed sittin’ through your daddy’s sermons, you knew the truth in ‘em — death is a prize every livin’ being, regardless of sapience or the desire to be, ought to aspire for.

Death is the gift of all gifts, your daddy would proclaim from his bone-and-antler pulpit, the final gesture of our loving Lord and Savior — an’ of course, you, your sisters, your momma, your daddy and a few others your daddy claimed were kinfolk on his side were just… all the guides meant to introduce all manner of worldly beings too blind t’understand just how precious that kind of oblivion was to the glory of that final, permanent end.

Still.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Curtis Everett is going to die in your kitchen, his own pickaxe embedded in his chest, the final desperate pumps of his pierced heart pouring blood all over that pretty linoleum you didn’t actually like keepin’ in your kitchen an’ probably would tear up after you came to terms with never feelin’ like you could scrub away the remnants of him.

You watch it play out before you like you’ve done plenty of times before, the course of Curtis Everett’s life written in scars yet t’be earned, bruises waitin’ to bloom on flesh that has known little more than the danger an’ dread of coal dust for as long as you have known him.

You also watch him sittin’ in your clinic, for once not complainin’ as you finish cleaning and re-wrappin’ the thankfully not festering burn he’d been dutifully lettin’ you treat — per your own professional orders — for the past week-and-a-half, Looks like it’s healin’ nicely, but it’ll probably scar.

It’s not the first scar he’s earned in Snowpiercer, but it’s certainly not goin’ to be the last. You’ve been countin’ down the months — and injuries — to that particular worry for a while. The ones you can help him avoid — the ones he listens to you about — you warn against, and the ones he can’t escape, you patch up. The same as you would anyone in Snowpiercer, bein’ the company’s own doctor as you are.

Your momma’d scold you up, down an’ sideways if she knew what you were doin’, interferin’ with the predestined path of men as you watched ‘em struggle, suffer, an’ eventually succumb. But your momma wasn’t here to know, an’ ever if she was, your momma’d never be able to understand just what sorta poison of a gift it was she’d saddled you with.

Death is a Rogers daughter’s birthright, even if they themselves were more often than not denied the majesty of its truest gift. You were not born into this life to die, but to be a guardian of it, to guide the walkin’ dead makin’ their way beyond the borders of that ol’Holler you’d been born in through the trials of judgment an’ that precious, ultimate verdict.

You were not, your momma woulda reminded, voice sharp as the trowel she always kept at her side, garden bloomin’ by her stern hand, meant to shield ‘em from the pains of life — an’ the lessons to be gleaned from ‘em!

Anythin’ you want me to do with it? Curtis Everett’s question breaks you out of your bitterness, reminds you of the more pressin’ responsibilities you chose. You turn to watch him, lookin’ at him as if you might just need a moment to remember the exact instructions you ought to give for his wound care.

Except that’s not what you give, is it?

‘Stead, you look over Curtis Everett’s work-weary expression, the quest dread in his eyes at the prospect of needin’ to manage yet one more thing, one more purchase at the Company Store, one more burden to bear, Just come by every evenin’. I’ll keep the coal dust outta them wrappin’s for you.

You know full well you’ll need to work late t’take care of it — an’ t’clean the coal dust outta your clinic — but it’s better you than him.

Least, that’s what you tell yourself, as Curtis Everett’s shoulder relax, relief floodin’ those work-weathered features you’ve almost started memorizing by this time, makin’ the sleep you will almost certainly lose tomorrow and the remainder of this week worth it.

It must always be worth it.

By the time you leave your clinic, barrin’ the doors for the night, even the moon’s started its settin’, leaving the town in near-pitch darkness. You might’ve — if you were young an’ naïve enough — equated the darkness around you to a mineshaft, if mineshafts still had the privilege of fresh air to reward you for breathin’.

Not on Company Time.

Wiser folk than you might’ve considered stayin’ indoors ‘til sunup. Maybe even considered the merits of puttin’ a cot in your office to avoid havin’ to brave the deep woods durin’ the Witchin’ Hour, everyone more than aware of what sorta shadows lurked beyond the borders of a sad little minin’ town — an’ what sorta shadows would encroach upon those borders the moment they got the chance.

You… ain’t got much time t’think about that now though, not when you catch sight of the figure lurkin’ by the road, the only path there is t’ween your two worlds — the Clinic and the House. Everett?

There he is, hands jammed into the pockets of his overcoat, lurkin’ by the lone streetlamp Pierce an’ Rumlow’d finally seen fit to install in this part of town, after you’d spent about four years complainin’. Too late to be walkin’ back alone, Doctor, he tells you, almost sheepishly, expression invisible in the darkness — and yet you know exactly how his lips have curved into a half-smile you might’ve been quick to return had you seen it in the daytime, Figured I’d walk you back up as thanks for stayin’ late for me.

You can’t help yourself, really — you smile at him right back, the corners of your mouth tickin’ up despite the cruelty playin’ out before your eyes, at least until you remember yourself an’ blink away the vision, If I kept the same hours as you pit boys, nobody’d be gettin’ patched up. Now you best not be tellin’ me you were lurkin’ out here in the pitch dark an’ cold waitin’ for me t’finish my notes and close up, Curtis Everett.

Maybe you ought not have put words in his mouth — or taken ‘em out, as the case may be — as he shrugs at you and flashes you a grin you cannot see but are certain of, Then I won’t, Doctor.

An’ with that, he starts off back down the road, towards the lights still spillin’ from the windows of your boarding house, hummin’ some ol’ work song you only halfway knew the words too. An’ you watch him go on for longer than you should, takin’ in the sight of his silhouette slowly becomin’ part of the gloom.

You catch up soon enough, keepin’ up with his long, languid strides as if by some miracle, your own steps quick and harried. There are moments you wonder how a man like Curtis Everett — always managin’ to tower over everyone in the room, includin’ Superintendent Wilford an’ that lady Minister Mason he’d installed over at the Tabernacle of the Iron Gospel — ever really managed to fit in the mines this whole sad sack of a town was built around.

Shouldn’t have stayed out waitin’ for me, you scold with a good-natured ribbin’, not really meaning to chastise… but worry instead, You’ll’ve missed dinner call, Everett.

So’ve you, Doctor, he counters, the burr of laughter in his voice makin’ you roll your eyes an’ put on a scowl you barely mean — mostly cuz you hate feelin’ so outwitted, but no one dare make you admit it.

I’m allowed to be late, I own the place, you argue right back, a rebuttal that earns you another low chuckle, a sound you’re only used to hearin’ from Curtis on rare occasion — earnin’ you a burn of pride in your chest at hearing it now.

You really ought not do this, you know. But here you are, comfortable in the cold silence of the deep night, hands jammed into your coat pockets, walkin’ alongside Curtis Everett with all the calm an’ ease of dear friends.

Glancing at him. Looking without lookin’, pretendin’ you don’t know what you’ll see when you—

You know better, is the bottom line. You know you ought to know better — hell, you know your momma taught you better.

In the corner of your vision, Curtis Everett bleeds his last on your linoleum floor.

In front of you? Curtis Everett hums a work song an’ walks with you through the gloom, right up to the gold-light gleam of your doorstep an’ into your kitchen, the ghosts of the future fadin’ into an approaching dawn.

An’ maybe that’s enough.

Company House — its true name barely in use by you or your boarders, halfway for your own protection an’ halfways cuz it’s just easier — is a handsome-enough structure, nothin’ like that ramblin’ greenhouse you’d sprouted in, a bloom in your momma’s garden.

No. Company House — name lost an’ purpose found — on the other hand, is yours. All yours.

A loomin’ thing, the house cuts through the nighttime gloom like a lighthouse, every window on its main story burstin’ with light. Built on a hill overlookin’ the town proper, it served as home an’ hearth for any miner ineligible for the pretty pre-built housin’ developments south of the mine, where Pierce & Rumlow… rewarded those willin’ to produce more bodies to throw into that gapin’ wound the combine’d carved into the mountainside with such luxuries as driveways, fences, mortgages, an’ obligations.

It was just the way you liked it. Home for the lonely an’ the friendless — least that’s how it sounded in town, if someone dared ask Minister Mason about the mountain fortress an’ the ‘Godless Heathens’ inhabitin’ it. The Iron Gospel she preached ran on the blood an’ bones of its congregation, on family an’ obligation, on ties that bind whole generations to the mine.

A Gospel that had no room for the wholly different kinda worship that comes from strangers sittin’ round a table breakin’ bread an’ formin’ bonds. On brotherhood an’ union, on wantin’ somethin’ better that the paltry concessions afforded by minders with plenty of money t’provide more. You knew it then from your daddy’s own congregation an’ those Sunday suppers your momma arranged each week. You know it now from the warm surety of Curtis Everett’s hand on your arm, keepin’ you from losin’ your footing on that trick step you ain’t had time to fix — I can get Ed to take care of that tomorrow — and the sound of hurried conversation bubbling outta your front parlor, house still buzzin’ with life.

Shit, Curtis’s swearing nearly startles you outta your skin all over again as you both stand on the front porch, stompin’ the day’s coal dust off your shoes, forgot there was meeting tonight. Foreman’s gonna have words for me, no doubt.

You’re allowed t’be late, for walkin’ me home, you tell him, letting the light of the house illuminate your smile as you open the front door.

Meeting is a cute word for it — s’the way things go, get the lonely and the friendless to start airin’ grievances an’ suddenly they ain’t so lonely nor so friendless anymore. A man with a wife and children might think twice about givin’ the company a reason to tear away the roof over his family’s head, divin’ into his future tomb day after day, respirator an’ headlamp in hand, but a man with nothin’ to lose is a man with a bone to pick with the only industry in town capable of puttin’ food in his belly on a daily basis — so long as he survived to see his next meal. Unions, you got used to hearin’ back in your own holler, are the Lord’s way of puttin’ His protection back into a man’s own hands.

Too bad them folks at P&R’d forgotten that sorta conventional wisdom.

Tonight’s union meeting is just about comin’ to a close when you and Curtis walk in, a cracked joke derailing whatever Gilliam’s supposed agenda had left to cover. You’re late, the old man half-scolds, room hushed by his disappointment as all eyes turn to you and the union leader you know you’re already being accused of distracting.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Ignoring the raised voices that begin in your wake — and unwilling to get between two men in the middle of a union dispute — you make yourself proper scarce, disappearing into the kitchen. Between running the clinic and the house, you’re run halfway ragged, but you do cheer quietly upon seeing two foil-covered plates sitting in the fridge — Yona keeps true to her eternal word, making sure nobody goes hungry if she’s got the time and the ingredients.

The sound of someone entering the kitchen while you’re putting plates in the warmer don’t surprise you much — someone was bound to follow you into this place eventually — but you don’t turn around, not immediately.

Not ‘til Curtis Everett clears his throat, Thought I smelled food.

You sure you ain’t part bloodhound, smellin’ it all the way out there?

There. Another burr of laughter, low in his throat, and another burn of pride.

They calm down out there? You wave your hand toward the general direction of the parlor, noting the distinct lack of raised voices now that the warmer’s stopped beepin’ at you.

It’s my fault — should’ve told ‘em I’d be late.

They worried?

He’s quiet at that, the silence sittin’ heavy on both your shoulders while you move around the kitchen some more, collectin’ utensils and glancin’ back at him occasionally, waiting.

Finally — Gilliam’s steppin’ down. Nobody wants the job — company’s made sure of that.

You set the platter in front of him, to quiet thanks, He still want you to take over?

He don’t need to answer. You see it again, written all over his face — someone’s gotta do it.

The rest of the meal is… quiet. Heavy. Uncomfortable. A silence neither of you are willin’ to break, coupled with glances neither of you are willin’ to admit to, brows furrowed and thoughts elsewhere. Barely tasting the food, just glad to have something to busy your mouths with, ‘stead of trying to hold a conversation neither party wants t’have or worse — trying to change the fuckin’ subject, with both your minds trapped on the things you’d rather not think about.

Curtis Everett is going to die.

Everything dies, eventually. You rationalize it between bites, teeth on tongue to keep the scream of it all held in your chest. Everything dies, including Curtis Everett. Including Gilliam — whose death you’ve pre-emptively forgiven certain parties for. Including Yona — whose hands will evidence endless adventures before she lays down for that final rest, satisfied an’ satisfying. Everything dies. Includin’ Curtis Everett.

Curtis Everett, who will take on the work. Who, in three weeks’ time, will be back in your clinic, bullet in his shoulder an’ strike unbroken. Company infuriated.

One injury closer.

You open your mouth, about to do the unthinkable, disappointment and poisoned bloom — everythin’ dies, but Curtis Everett deserves to choose — when the music finally registers with you both.

Music. And singing. And laughter.

The kitchen door slams open hard enough to rattle the plates in the cupboard, Yona’s wild presence in the doorway, Come on!

No explanation. No answers. You’ll have t’see it to know it.

Curtis glances back at you, brow raised an’ hackles too. Better make sure they’re behavin’ out there, is all you give in response to it, on your feet in a flash, empty dishes in hand.

He lingers, eyes on you. Imposes his will with his presence, You need help with the dishes?

Let him stay.

You don’t.

S’two plates an’ a couple mugs. I’ll be fine — you go, keep an eye on ‘em for me.

He’s so fast — behind you in a flash. How does a man so tall an’ so full of presence move so fast?

Got no time for answering that, not when his hand’s on your shoulder and you’re glancin’ back at him without thinkin’, waiting. Come out there when you’re done or Yona’ll never let either of us hear the end of it.

An’ neither will I, is what he doesn’t say. Not aloud, at least, stepping back only when you nod.

It don’t stop you from hearin’ it though, playin’ on loop in your mind all the way through dishes, through cleanin’ up your kitchen, through makin’ good on your word an’ takin’ that cautious walk to your parlor, where the sound of stompin’ boots joins in with the chorus of voices pouring outta your record player, blessedly drownin’ out all manner of conscious thought.

Take me down to that red dirt road Where all them white tails, white tails roam

The parlor is abuzz with life, a hive of movement as you take in rearranged furniture an’ the slowly climbin’ beat of stomping boots coupled with clapping hands, ring of bodies circlin’ the room, all watching Tanya — up from the General Store like always, on behalf of the widows this town left behind — in her valiant attempt to tutor Edgar in the complexities an’ social conventions of a good ol’ fashioned barn dance.

I don’t belong in a big coal town Can’t hear my Lord in all that sound

You almost manage t’become part of that ring of onlookers, slippin’ past the disapproval ruining Gilliam’s face, but turns out no one escapes Curtis Everet, work-hardened fingers winding around your wrist an’ pulling you back, Thought I was gonna have t’come rescue you from the sink, and now there’s no getting away, nor are you feelin’ quite so keen on it anymore.

Not when he looks at you like that.

Wanna show ‘em how it’s done, Doctor?

You dance, Everett? Since when? And since when did Curtis Everett become capable of smiling so sweet he just might fool you into saying yes?

Hell — what gave him the right?

Well I’ve had my fill, of concrete floor Where all them highways, them highways grow

You don’t get a chance to ask too many questions of him, not when he’s pullin’ your fool self right into the center of that cleared floor, sayin’ somethin’ about secrets you barely catch before he’s turnin’ you about an’ you gotta start paying some fucking attention.

There ain’t no glory None that I see None to compare Your love for me

‘Course, you’ve danced before — your daddy might’ve been a fire an’ brimstone preacher up at that bone an’ antler pulpit but he wasn’t a fool — but barn dances an’ church revivals don’t do shit t’prepare you for the rush, for the easy pressure of Curtis Everett’s hands on you, for the peal of laughter that pours outta your throat before you get a chance to think about it the moment he spins you out an’ catches you back with entirely too much ease.

He surprises you and doesn’t at the same time, sure hands and steady feet, both of you catching on to the rhythm quickly as the rest of the room drums the beat, a cacophony of work boots strikin’ the floor in a steady pattern, You gonna answer my question properly, Everett, you accuse him and he pulls you closer, smile on your face betrayin’ any anger you might be feigning.

I’m full of surprises, Doctor.

My days are few, my time is near But I know God will take my fear

He keeps his hands respectful, holdin’ one of your high and keepin’ the other at the small of your back, but there’s nothin’ either of you can — or want to, you’re startin’ to realize — do about the closeness, about the way you can’t stop looking up at him and the stormclouds in his eyes, like you’re seeing them for the first time. Really seeing them, that is.

It’s somethin’. Hypnotic.

The chorus turns into a loop, a rising swell of voices joinin’ your thudding heartbeat, lips parting to ask another question, make another joke, feel that burr of laughter against your chest, feel hands fallin’ from the glory of God to meet a different kinda worship, feel fingers curl into his coat like a lifeline.

He holds your cheek. He draws you in.

His mouth slides over yours like an invitation, your lips parting like an acceptance, like forgetting, like surrender. The music does not slow, but you do, fallin’ into the languid ease of hungry breathlessness, like you could find answers in the sweep of a tongue against yours, in the tightening of his grip on your back, in the wall of him around you.

Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me Your love for me

#curtis everett x reader #curtis everett x fem!reader #curtis everett #curtis everett x you #curtis everett imagine #chris evans #chris evans imagine #fanfiction #writing #in which tessa finally writes something #series: down here in this valley

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storiesfromthegrave · 1 year

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lifessoshortandsoami · 1 month

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Spring Day

Outfit & Hairstyle

Identification: RM, Jin, SUGA, jhope, Jimin, V, Jung Kook, Luna

[Verse 1: RM]

I miss you

Saying this makes me miss you even more

I miss you

Even though I'm looking at your photo

Time's so cruel, I hate us

Seeing each other is now more difficult

It's all winter here, even in August

My heart is running on time, alone on the Snowpiercer

I want to go to the other side of Earth, holding your hand to put an end to this winter

How much should my longings fall like snow

Before the days of spring return, friend?

[Pre-Chorus: Jimin, V]

Like the tiny dust, tiny dust floating in the air

If I were the blowing snow, wouldn't it be able to reach you a little faster?

[Chorus: Jung Kook & j-hope, Luna, V & j-hope]

The snowflakes are falling and moving away little by little

I miss you (I miss you)

How long do I have to wait and how many more nights do I have to stay up?

To see you? (To see you)

To meet you? (To meet you, ooh-ooh-ooh)

[Post-Chorus: Jung Kook & j-hope, Jung Kook]

After the cold winter ends

Until the spring day comes again

Until the flowers bloom again

Please stay, please stay there a little longer

[Verse 2: Suga, Luna]

Is it you who changed? (Is it you who changed)

Or is it me? (Or is it me)

I hate this moment, this time flowing by

We've changed, you know?

Just like everyone, you know?

Yes, I hate you, you left me

But I never stopped thinking about you, not even a day

I miss you, honestly, but I'll erase you

'Cause it hurts less than to blame you

[Pre-Chorus: Jin, Jimin]

I try to exhale you in pain, like smoke, like white smoke

Even if I erase you with words, in reality I still can’t let you go

[Chorus: Jung Kook & j-hope, Jung Kook, V & j-hope]

The snowflakes are falling and moving away little by little

I miss you (I miss you)

How long do I have to wait and how many more nights do I have to stay up?

To see you? (To see you)

To meet you? (To meet you, ah-ah-ah-ah, ah)

[Bridge: Luna]

You know it all, you're my best friend

The morning will come again

No darkness, no season can last forever

[Chorus: Jimin & j-hope, Jung Kook, Luna]

Cherry blossoms seem to be blooming, this winter is coming to an end.

I miss you (I miss you, ah)

I miss you (I miss you, ah-ah-ah)

If you wait just a little bit (if you wait) if you stay up a few more nights

I'll be there to see you (I'll go there to meet you)

I'll come for you (I'll come for you, yeah, eh-eh, yeah, yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Jin & j-hope, Jin]

After the cold winter ends

Until the spring day comes again

Until the flowers bloom again

Stay there a little longer, stay there a little longer

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raving-raven-writing · 22 days

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If you could only watch one episode of Snowpiercer ever again, which one would you choose? ❄️🚂

That is a really difficult question to answer...I haven't watched the show in awhile so I can't remember all the content episode by episode, but there are moments throughout the show that I would watch over and over again. So, I guess this list of moments answers your question indirectly. -Like Melanie and the rats and her hallucinations of Layton -LJ and Oz scenes, but also LJ's "final" scene--still can't help but laugh over it ngl -The scene where Layton is with LJ, more or less confronting her about the murders and she starts playing the record "Goodbye to the Summer" -That "showdown" if you want to call it that, between Layton and Pike -Ruth and her rat, and her just being the leader of the resistance on the train while everyone is freezing -Javi--in general, all of his scenes because I love his character. Even the dog attack scene, although it is hard to watch -Roche trying to take out Wilford and then later seeing Roche in a padded room (Idk why, I got a thing about padded rooms) -The first meeting/connection of the trains---it is so weird but also tense with anticipation -Miss Audrey's singing performances and her outfits; she's not a favorite character of mine, but I enjoyed seeing that -Bess Till--initially, I didn't like it her, but the character arc from season 1 through 3 is pretty good, I like the direction it goes. -I am sure there is more I could list, but if I MUST pick an episode, maybe season 2, episode 1. At the moment anyhow. That could possibly change--I'll need to refresh my memory on it. But the end of that episode.

#snowpiercer tv #snowpiercer fandom #favorite season #favorite episodes #asks and replies #asks answered #thanks for the ask #melanie cavill #andre layton

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drewsaturday · 24 days

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If you could only watch one episode of Snowpiercer ever again, which one would you choose? ❄️🚂

hi that's such a good question.

i'm a little head empty about what happened in each specific episode but i THINK the season 1 finale!!! i was very lucky and managed to snag a script of it so i flipped back through for a few favorite things:

melanie finally going to audrey for Train Therapy about her daughter. THE moment of all time for me

soooo many shippy moments too between the above mel/audrey, melben conflict, MELRUTH BREAKUP OF ALL TIME, and can't forget mel stroking the train!!!!

BLOOD COVERED TILL at least i think she was still covered in blood here

ALEX REVEAL !!!! and man the cliffhanger... i know we have more NOW but i could live forever in the cursed imagination of the fandom between seasons.

the season 1 pilot might be my second choice just to give me something 9% less intense jkl;sdfj.

#snowpiercer tag #ty !

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a-force-dyad-in-space · 5 months

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Nine People You'd Like To Get To Know Better

Tagged by: @spidey-loving-starkid

3 SHIPS

Reylo (Rey × Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Star Wars)

Harusagi (Tsukino Usagi/Sailor Moon × Tenou Haruka/Sailor Uranus, Sailor Moon)

SongXue (Xue Yang × Song Lan, The Untamed)

1st SHIP (I assume, the first ship I ever shipped?)

Harusagi

MOST RECENT SONG

"Do You Hear What I Hear", performed by Pentatonix and Whitney Houston (listening to my PTX Christmas playlist atm 🎅🏻)

MOST RECENT FILM

Snowpiercer (I recently finished the Snowpiercer TV show and wanted to rewatch the movie to compare; pretty different in tone and I like how the show expands on the world building; both stand very well on their own)

CURRENTLY READING

I actually haven't really been doing much reading recently, I couldn't really focus while I was sick, but here are the books that have Currently Reading status according to my StoryGraph in no particular order:

Light of the Jedi by Charles Soule

Palestine Speaks by Cate Malek & Mateo Hoke

The Hundred Years' War on Palestine by Rashid Khalidi

Palestine: A Socialist Introduction by Sumaya Awad & Brian Bean

Hell Followed with Us by Andrew Joseph White

Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

'Salem's Lot by Stephen King

The Adventures of Amina al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty

The Zeppelin Deception by Colleen Gleason

Emily Wilde's Encyclopedia of Faeries by Heather Fawcett

CURRENTLY WATCHING

New Amsterdam (Season 4)

Riverdale (Season 1; I started rewatching it recently, this time prepared for the madness)

Doctor Who (newest episodes; seeing Bernard Cribbins as Wilf one last time was so sweet 🥲)

CURRENTLY CONSUMING

I actually haven't eaten anything yet, so I'll go with a consumption of another kind

Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order

CURRENTLY CRAVING

Nothing really, Covid more or less ruined my appetite 🥲🥲🥲

No pressure Tags:

@byallaccountsitdoesntmakesense @kylosroboarm @cenedrariva @calamity-queen @miguellohara @prince-and-scavenger

#tag game

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avatar-news · 2 years

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Exclusive: Ryan Mah has been cast as Fire Navy officer Lieutenant Dang, a new original character, in the live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender series!

Ryan Mah is an actor best known for Netflix’s Lost in Space, and the Snowpiercer TV series.

In Netflix’s live-action Avatar: The Last Airbender series, he’s playing a character who wasn’t seen/named in the animated version of Book One: Water: Lieutenant Dang, an officer in the Fire Nation Navy.

(The image above is for illustrative purposes only. While it’s possible Lieutenant Dang plays a similar role to any of the various Fire Nation officers in the events of Book One, he’s not necessarily any of them, and the name is new.)

Personally this is really exciting, because one of the exact things I wanted them to do was have more named military members to make the Hundred Year War feel all that much more real, even if it’s just for one little line here and there (not that I know how many lines Lieutenant Dang has).

Season 1 has wrapped, so Ryan Mah has finished filming his scenes for Book One: Water. Pre-planned reshoots are taking place, but it’s unknown if he’s part of them.

#news #live action atla #season 1 #casting #cast and crew #ryan mah #dang #avatar news exclusive

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olivish · 9 months

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If you had to assign each Snowpiercer character a Silo counterpart, who would they be?

*You are allowed to say that a character is a fusion of two or more characters, and you choose who to include

Season 1 Mel = Bernard Season 2 & 3 Mel = Jules Wilford & Audrey don't have Silo equivalents, SADLY. Layton = Holston Josie = Alison Ruth = Jahns Roche = Marnes Ben = Knox (HA) Grey + Kevin = Sims George and Lucas don't really have Snowpiercer equivalents, or maybe they do but I don't think about them enough to notice ;)

#snowpiercer #silo #asks

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shortpplfedup · 1 year

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Watchlist Tag Game

Tagged by @waitmyturtles, thanks!

Currently watching

So gatdamn much...

Roommates of Poongduck 304

Watashi to Otto to Otto no Kareshi (Me, My Husband & My Husband's Boyfriend) - ABSOLUTELY WILD

Bokura no Shokutaku (Our Dining Table)

The Eighth Sense

The Promise

UMG

A Boss and A Babe

Bed Friend

Taxi Driver 2

Unintentional Love Story

Looking forward to watching soon

Even gatdamn more...

New shit (anything in workshops, filming, airing or about to air)

Double Savage

Step By Step

Our Skyy 2

Zenra Meshi (Naked Dining: Love, Life and Liberation)

I Feel You Linger In The Air

Dangerous Romance - it's in workshops!

Home School

My Precious

Wish Me Luck - I think it's filming? Finished filming? Workshops started in December so they must be at least filming by now.

Hidden Agenda - Filming now, cautiously considering because Tee Bundit.

Utsukushii Kare Eternal (My Beautiful Man Eternal) - WHEN?!

Man Suang - filming now

D.P. Season 2 - Netflix says Q3, and it's filming!

Slow Horses Series 3 - it's in the can just release it already!

Snowpiercer Season 4 - Somebody please just buy the distribution rights PLEASE.

Star Trek: Picard Season 3

Star Trek: Strange New Worlds Season 2

BEEF

Old shit

Friend Zone 1 and 2

Call The Midwife Series 12

10 Years Ticket

The Player

55:15 Never Too Late

P.S. I Hate You

Everything Everywhere All At Once - YES I KNOW I AM LATE

Still deciding if I’m gonna watch

Naughty Babe - talking to @bengiyo I might have talked myself into watching this.

The Luminous Solution - a pulp, but it looks interesting.

Consider yourself tagged if you wanna.

#play tag games win tag prizes

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snowpiercersengine · 1 year

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What kind of character do you think Carla Gugino could've played on Snowpiercer season 4? How would she have been introduced? Which characters would she be mostly tied to? Would she have survived the end of the series?

My wife (kidding) I could definitely see her as being someone who is a huge supporter of Wilford who lives in first class but we haven’t really seen yet. Like she’s first class but so rich that she prefers to be left alone. Possibly LJs aunt who has finally had it with LJs shit and comes out of her room to do something abt it. I think she would get introduced by making a grand entrance into the night car now that like half the train is gone. And her ties to wilford and LJ would be the strongest also possibly Audrey bc like Audrey had strong wilford ties. I’m torn on whether or not she’d survive bc she’d definitely look out for number 1 but like if shit went bad she wouldn’t have help from others to survive.

#text #snowpiercer #asks

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