#Snowpiercer my beloved

[fujihelexicon]

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL 2025 UNTIL I GET TO SEE MY BOY JAVI ALIVE AND WELL ON MY SCREEN?

ahem, anyways im so normal about the long awaited and hoped for season 4 of snowpiercer release announcement

[wingsofhcpe]

WAIT SNOWPIERCER S4 PREMIER TOMORROW HOLY SHI-

...and I don't know where to watch it so I'll probably wait for it to become widely available through um. Other means! BUT STILL WE!! ARE!!! SO!! BACK!!!!

[thekenobee]

SCREAMING CRYING

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[ruthiesrambles2]

Since we're all on the topic of Melanie

Melanie not doing what she does out of love for people but to protect a moral position (the greater good, "What I KNOW is right", "every last soul on Earth")

Melanie doing it even at great personal cost ("I've died and sacrificed my bond with Alex so many times", "this isn't a Bed and Breakfast Ruth", protect the data)

Melanie losing her humanity to save Humanity.

Because survival doesn't need love, does it?

And yet

"That's what I got so wrong. There's nothing more important than love."

[liquidorcard]

When Lily said to "name 50 villians" who are "sympathetic," that was too easy. But now that we've graduated to Lily's bullshit moving of the goal post . . . Well, being annoying is one of my special interests, so.

Naming 50 villians who, "have a point, successfully navigate still being a villian, and are well written."

(Extra challenge: trying not to repeat any of the ones Crim and Ant have already named. Sorry if I repeat one by accident.)

1. Frank, The Wasp Factory by Ian Banks

2. Brandy Alexander, Invisible Monsters by Chunk Palahniuk

3. AM, I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream by Halan Ellison

4. Willy Loman, Death of a Salesman

5. Shylock, The Merchant of Venace

6. Beloved, Beloved by Toni Morrison

7. The Cenobites, The Hell Bound Heart, Hellraiser (1987), Hellraiser 2, Hellraiser (2022)

8. Starro, The Suicide Squad

9. Can't name this character without spoilers for Invincible, but the character who ends up with their brain in a jar at the end, Invincible (comic)

10. Goff, Peacemaker

11. Rorschach, Watchman (comic)

12. Ozymandias, Watchman (comic)

13. The Comedian, Watchman (comic)

14. Can't name this character again because spoilers, but the last person Hughie fights, The Boys (comic)

15. Mr. Freeze, Batman (comic and animated series)

16. Christiane, Eyes Without a Face

17. Ryu, Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance

18. Dong-jin, Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance

19. Lee Woo-jin, Old Boy (2003)

20. Lee Geum-ja, Lady Vengance

21. Curtis Everett, Snowpiercer (film)

22. The Assassin, Mad God

23. "Su-yeon/Eun-joo", A Tale of Two Sisters

24. "Pyramid Head", Silent Hill 2

25. Alessa, Silent Hill 1

26. Claudia Wolf, Silent Hill 3

27. Lady Hideko, The Handmaiden

28. Jennifer, Jennifer's Body

29. Robert Neville, I Am Legend by Richard Matherson

30. The Machines, The Inevitable Conflict by Isaac Asimov

31. Master, Reason by Isaac Asimov

32. Hanna, Baby Teeth by Zoje Stage

33. The Artist, Mermaid in a Manhole

34. Red Death, The Masque of the Red Death by Edgar Allen Poe

35. Father Paul, Midnight Mass

36. Death, Fall of the House of Usher

37. Death, The Seventh Seal

38. Hell, No Exit

39. Winslow Leach, Phantom of the Paradise

40. May, May

41. Jean Jacket, Nope

42. Hayley, Hard Candy

43. Red, Us

44. Violet Hubbard, Penance by Eliza Clark

45. Charles Kinbote, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nobokov

46. You, House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

47. Tess Clark, Haunted by Chunk Palahniuk

48. "Oba Yozo", No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

49. Asami, Audition (Novel and film)

50. Arsriel, His Dark Material by Philip Pullman.

A few of these are malicious compliance-- but Lily made the rules, not me. I made sure to scatter them in the list, so, good luck to her picking them out considering she only watches cartoons, lol.

[raplinesmoon]

Alone With You In The Aether (KSJ x GN!Reader)

pairing: lunar deity!Seokjin! x reader (no specified pronouns) genre(s): angst… i’m sorry, a tiny glimmer of fluff at the end au(s): some kind of mythology mixed with dystopian mixed with post-apocalyptic au word count: 2.1k warnings: implied character d*aths (non-graphic), mentions of blood, lots of sad thoughts rating: 18+

summary: Seokjin thinks he's hard to remember, but your faith leaves him surprised every time.

a/n: if i had a nickel for everytime I wrote Seokjin in a strange apocalyptic, dystopian au, I'd have two nickels. It's weird that it happened twice. Also why do the most gut-wrenching, angsty ideas come to me for Seokjin (give this man a break)! Consider this my long overdue bday gift for him. This fic draws on this prompt, the song 134340 (of course), the book by Olivie Blake (for the title and angsty vibes) and the films Sunshine (2007) and Snowpiercer (2013). It's wildly experimental and may be slightly bad considering I haven't written for Jin in so long, but I hope you give it a chance <;3

Seokjin was used to the dark. He looked out upon the night sky every night, a vast sea of midnight black as far as the eye could see, lit up by tiny specks of stars and satellites, with him at the center of it, perched on the crescent moon, mesmerized by the world below.

The humans were fascinated by him, and Seokjin by them. Every night, they’d look up at the sky, pointing and exclaiming at the bright white orb that lit everything up. They’d offer their prayers and make their sacrifices – for peace, and prosperity, for good fortune to enter their homes and bless their families. And Seokjin would always deliver – whether it was through abundant crops, or the blessing of another child to the human race.

He was the gentle, all-giving light in their eyes, shielding them from the harshness of their day-to-day lives, ruled by his much more tempestuous counterpart, Hoseok, otherwise known as the sun. 

Until the day everything crumbled into dust.

The gods had never expected Hoseok to lose the battle against the malevolent demon that tormented the world, evil at its very core. Eternity had been promised to them as the Earth’s caretakers, tending to and sowing the seeds for humans to thrive. The devastation was profound at the loss of their beloved companion, none of them able to do anything as they watched the ichor leech out of his being, plunging the world into an eternal winter.

Paralyzed by shock and grief, they’d called a tribunal, lost on how to move forward without their beloved sun. Seokjin offered up his palace in the heavens, the deafening silence at his marble table proof that none of them had been expecting any of this to come to fruition.

Yoongi, the keeper of time, was the first to speak up. 

“It’ll happen to all of us,” his voice is gruff, leading to wide-eyed stares and gasps of shock and confusion around the table. “The humans grew weary of Hoseok, and the light that he provided. They destroyed the earth that he sowed, built buildings tall enough to block out his light, and retreated deeper and deeper into the underground and the shadows. They stopped believing.”

Seokjin ponders over Yoongi’s words, a pit growing in his stomach when he realized Yoongi was right. In the eons that he’d been tasked with being the caretaker of the moon, humans had always sought to conquer the land they’d been bestowed. He welcomed them when they tried to explore his dominion up above, lips twisting in amusement at their curiosity. But as he watched them grow more and more intelligent, fueled by Namjoon’s gifts as the god of knowledge, with that intelligence came greed, and its horrifying consequences. 

“They’ll lose faith in all of us, one by one. As the earth begins to crumble without its sun, their faith too, will weaken. And when the last person stops believing, we too will vanish alongside them.”

And Seokjin, who’d always been docile and kind to the humans, realized that with the advent of this new chapter in the universe, that he’d likely be the first to die, the humans’ faith in him as temperamental as the waxing and waning of the moon they searched for in the sky every night. A moon they could no longer see. 

If Seokjin had lungs, the dust would cling to them, burning up his insides, stealing the very breath from him. He couldn’t remember how long it’d been since the death of the sun, whether it was decades, centuries, or even millennia. The dust clouded everything, rising up into the atmosphere, washing away the oceans, and Jungkook, the sea god, along with it.

One by one, the gods fell out of favour, helpless against the hopelessness which had begun to thrive amongst the humans. Seokjin wondered how any of them were alive at all, continuing to cling onto the fragile threads of life when everything that sustained it disappeared around them.

Most of all, he wondered how he’d managed to make it so long, his faint light present despite the cloud of dust. How people believed in a moon they could no longer see, one that could no longer promise hope of fertility in a barren land, where people picked at the dirt for food, where children stopped being a blessing and turned into a distant hope that evolved into a curse.

Who was left to believe in him, the weakest of all deities, powerless without the help of others?

And yet, Seokjin persisted. He watched the Earth freeze over, and what was left of the remaining humans crowd onto an old locomotive that traveled alongside whatever light remained of the fallen sun.

There were no more prayers for peace, for serenity. The prayers turned vengeful, resentful, all the gods left cowering in fear at how the tables had turned.

Seokjin stayed away from it all. He became listless, numb inside, just waiting for the day that he too, would vanish.

But that day never came. 

Dust. Dust as far as the eye could see. It was all that you could make out in the cloudy sky as you gazed out of the train, clinging to rocks, to the snow and ice that surrounded you.

You remembered the day the sun died. It’d been like any other day. Except you hadn’t been able to fall asleep. Restless on the scratchy sheets of your bed, you’d wrapped your blanket around you, staring out the window at the calming light of the moon. For as long as you remembered, you’d been obsessed with the gentle object in the sky, in awe of the radiant yet serene light it brought to the world, how it changed in relation to the passage of time. It was silly, but you’d always imagined there was someone up there taking care of the moon in the sky, fueled by stories your mother would tell you as a child.

Lulled to bed by it, you awoke to start your day as normal, remembering to give your mother a goodbye kiss before work. Nearly five hours later, while you were staring at your computer screen, the whole world exploded into darkness.

All you could hear were the screams of panic, objects clattering to the floor as people scrambled to rush outside, only to find that the darkness was everywhere, the once bright sun now a dull but sinister shade of crimson. Like the colour of blood. 

Your first instinct was to rush home, to check on your parents. Pulling up the light of your phone, you prayed the little battery you had left would be enough to sustain you. Instead, you came upon an empty building, shattered objects strewn about, and no sign of your parents anywhere.

It took nearly a week to learn of how many humans had actually perished in the panic surrounding the sun’s death, and even longer to come to terms with the fact that you’d never be able to navigate the darkness to come by.

You looked up at the smoke rising through the sky, creating the beginnings of the fine cloud of dust that would come to dominate the atmosphere, and saw it.

The faint glow of the moon, still there, still persisting. And so would you. 

From that day, the moon became your comfort, your protector. Even as the sky became more hazy, its presence in the night sky always kept you at ease.

Even when you boarded the train, knowing it was your only hope for survival in the increasingly harsh and hostile world, you never stopped looking out the window every night, imagining its soft light behind your eyes. 

“I know you’re there,” you whispered into the darkness. “It’s crazy, but even though I can’t see you, Moon, just imagining you still up there, in the sky like always, makes everything seem okay. It reminds me of why I treasure this world, why I want to keep holding on.”

. . .

Seokjin is jolted out of his haze by the words — he hadn’t heard anyone speak to him in so long. He knew by the fact that he was still around meant that there was someone who still believed, but their faith had always been silent. Until today. 

Seokjin feels warmth wash over him, warmth he hadn’t felt in a long time. 

And so, into the aether, he talks back, taken aback by the conviction in his voice.

“I’ll always be here.”

Yoongi was the only one nowadays who wasted his time visiting Seokjin’s domain. The once lavish palace, with its halls of marble as bright as the moon itself, filled with jewels that sparkled like stars, now became decrepit, a mirror of Seokjin’s own hollowness.

Seokjin envied Yoongi, his immortal status nearly untouchable. Because while time became harder to track for the humans on the locomotive, none of them could deny its existence. None of them could stop the passage of time. There would always be people who believed in Yoongi.

“I never realized how lonely our existence was until we lost Hoseok,” Yoongi sits next to him on the staircase. “How foolish we were to think that we held power over the humans, when really, their faith was all that held together our fragile state of being.”

“I know you’re lonely, hyung,” the name surprises Seokjin. Yoongi hadn’t called him that in such a long time. “But haven’t you always been that way, even before we lost Hoseok?”

Seokjin ponders on Yoongi’s words, thinking back to the eternity he’d spent as caretaker of the night sky, watching humans sleep under his care. He’d yearned for a long time to connect with them, to spend time with them like the other gods did with their subjects, but they’d always forget about him come the dawn, the day and its promises far more alluring in their eyes.

“Who could be foolish enough to still believe in someone, something they can’t see?” Seokjin spits out. “I can offer no warmth or protection to the world. Some times I think it would be better for them to just let go, whoever it is. So we could both move on.”

 Yoongi pauses for a moment, taking in the distressed look on Seokjin’s face.

“I’ve seen them, you know,” Seokjin blinks at Yoongi, a smirk twisting on his brother’s lips. “They’re very beautiful.”

Yoongi puts a hand on his shoulder, his all-knowing eyes twinkling with something magical.

“Don’t let go just yet.”

“You’re all I have,” you whisper into your pillow, eyes heavy with sleep, but also with the weight of continuing to live this half-life. “I feel your absence everywhere.”

Seokjin wishes he could comb through the aether, resist the dust and smoke, weather the frigid ice, lay a hand on his shoulder to tell you he’s here. He’s here because of you, because while you believe you’re nothing, you’re everything. You’re the only thing he has left too.

He wonders how different it would have been if he’d met you in a past life, one where the tether between you two wasn’t something that could snap at any moment. Where the red string wasn’t frayed and splitting into pieces. Maybe you would have been a daring explorer, or a regal ruler. Maybe you would have been able to see Seokjin properly, to touch him, press your lips to his.

But maybe you were always destined to fall in love in this cruel, lonely way.

Seokjin doesn’t even notice the aether vanishing around him one day, until the moon, once his noble perch, gives out from underneath him, and he’s falling, tumbling through the endless vortex that is the universe. 

That’s how he knows there’s no one left to believe anymore. That you’re gone.

His heart races, and he calls out for Yoongi, for someone, anyone to stop the madness, closing his eyes.

All of a sudden, he halts, a gentle hand reaching out to clasp his own. Seokjin blinks open his eyes, and he sees you.

But you’re not you. Not as he’d known you. You’re glowing, a soft aura to match his own, a faint smile on your face.

“I never stopped believing.”

The void shifts around the two of you, spinning until Seokjin recognizes the heavens, the bright twinkling of stars in the sky. The two of you are in his palace.

Seokjin understands the moment he looks out onto the horizon, seeing the green of forests and the blue of oceans, the earth healing before him.

It’s you. A new star born from a dying one. A new dawn, one neither of you has to face alone.

a/n pt. 2: The lore for this honestly goes crazyyy, I could have taken it in so many different directions. But in case you're confused, OC is reborn as the new sun (rip Hoseok, gone but never forgotten), and also Seokjin's consort so they will live happily ever after for eternity. And those pesky humans get a second chance too! As always, any feedback or comments are much appreciated, but I appreciate you all anyway. Lots of love, Isi 💜

[aflawedfashion]

My problem is that while I love season one of Snowpiercer, I haven't been as impressed with the rest of the series, but I'm still deeply emotionally invested in the characters and I fear the show is going to kill off at least one of them in the final season, and I'd rather just have the season 3 finale be the end than deal with that. I really like how season 3 ended things.

I don't want to see my beloved characters die for the plot when the plot isn't good anyway. The characters are good. Save them. Sacrifice the plot. It's already iffy.

[jessrilley]

i did it i finished creating my snowpiercer oc 🫡 cant wait to see write some fics for them my beloved

[icebreaker01]

Predictions for S4E10

So here we sit, fellow Snowpiercer fans. On the eve of the last episode of our beloved show. I am practically already sitting in my chair, a blanket, a bowl of popcorn, and a bottle of horse tranquilizers in my lap……..W….A….I….T….I….N….G………..!

HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY THINK I WOULD NOT DO PREDICTIONS FOR THIS???????????????????? Also, it give me something to do beside go to Utube and watch all the Episode 10 reviews there. (This should not be allowed, UTube!)

So let’s get into it.

First off, a moment of silence for Hula Girl. (Pause…………) Her passing was as senseless as the rest have been. Well, except. Millus……I kinda enjoyed that one. Shame on you, Snowpiercer writers!!!!!!!!! What did Hula Girl ever do to you?!

Also, just to start this out on a positive note (because heaven knows there are not a lot to follow), in an interview Jennifer Connelly did state very clearly, and with a lot of room open for interpretation, that the fandom would be ‘satisfied’ with the ending. Well, I do not know what ruler you use for measuring ‘satisfaction’ Ms. Connelly, but mine looks like this; No more characters I actually give a *&$^% about are ‘put off the train’. Snowpiercer happily keeps running around the globe looking for lost colonies of people and brings them happily back to New Eden, without them trying to take over the train in the process. The people who we saw standing next to the tracks as the train pulled out of New Eden going “WWWHHHHAAAAATTTTTTT??????” are all safe and sound and the colony survived despite that it’s power source just left town. And regarding New Eden….., WHY are there mud puddles everywhere? It is still below the freezing point. The rocket, with adjustments made in the chemical agent by Melanie, manages to do what it is suppose to do, NOT rip the atmosphere off the planet (which, just as a side note, folks, could happen to us at any given moment in time due to a long ago, distance star exploding. Did you know that?). Due to said rocket doing what it should do (NOT killing us all), it starts the chain reaction around the world, the planet starts to warm up, and that is the epilog for the series.

Should these things not come to pass, Ms. Connelly, I can promise one very angry letter from a disappointed fan. Now, not the ‘I know where you live’ sort of letter. More the ‘How could you lie to us?’ letter.

Anywho; Predictions time! Did anyone else catch what I think was the biggest give away in episode 9 in foreshadowing E10? Alex asked her mother if, to distract Nima, they didn’t just bring him down to the retrofit chamber to look around……or whatever. Melanie responded “No. The last thing we want is him coming down here.” One question. Why? So here’s the theory; Crazy mad scientist Nima has been foolishly allowing Melanie to work on the retrofitting project alone. Unsupervised. Now we all know by now, four seasons into this series, that allowing Melanie to do anything, especially anything involving science, unsupervised, just flies in the face of “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?!?!”

Onetrainsnowpiercer put a post up once that went like this: Bennett (moment of silence): I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone. Melanie: Mine just says “Melanie no.” Bennett (moment of silence): I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

And THAT, folks, is how you handle an engineer. Not handing them a screwdriver and saying “Have fun!”.

Next, a little something I like to call ‘The writers yanking our chain’. If you were still in a mind enough to watch the preview for E10, AND focus on anything after that little whirlwind of an episode, you would have caught the scene (possibly) of the Tailies standing around and Ruth in the back. In that little three second clip, Ruth clearly says “Layton’s dead?” Now, I heard it as a question, not a statement. Do I give it any credibility? No. Why? Folks, they already put Zarah off the train (so to speak), are they seriously going to leave poor little Liana an orphan? I mean, the writers got to put Hula Girl off the train in a senseless, shocking, explosive manner. WASN’T THAT ENOUGH TO SATISFY YOUR INNATE BLOODLUST, YOU FILTHY, INSENSITIVE, HACK-WRITING BASTARDS!!!????????

(There will be a brief pause while the tranquilizer dart takes effect.)

Several reasons I believe this.

You bastards already had your shot at Layton. You missed. Hahaha.

See above.

Layton is shown in practically every clip of the preview. That man gets around! Hard to hit a moving target.

Ms. Connelly promised us a ’satisfying’ ending. If Layton is ‘put off the train‘, Ms. Connelly, I am not satisfied!

If Layton is ’put off the train’ how can my Laytonie ship ever keep sailing?

This man is surely not out of stupid ideas yet.

Who will Ruth bully around for his stupid ideas if Layton is ’put off the train’? Do I think there is a small possibility? Yes. Why?

Layton asked Roche to look after Liana if anything happens to him. Too much foreshadowing for my liking there.

Daveed Digg’s costs a lot of money. Writers wanted to get rid of him, if even for just a few minutes of screen time at the end.

Shock value. Need I say more for this season?

With that said; Who do I think will survive? Melanie - Duh. Why? Because she’s made it this far. ‘Putting her off the train’ at this point is…….pointless. Also, humanity will clearly be ‘put off the train’ without her. Especially when you look at what is left of humanity in this series. Also, Alex deserves to have her mother. They can tie her father to the rocket for all I care. Melanie as been through enough, lets let the character have a happy ending. And lastly, Jennifer Connelly promised us a ‘satisfying’ ending. Alex - why have her mother survive and not her…..and vice-versa. Roche (and his lunchbox) - they had their shot at him….twice. Done. Boki - he’s just too darned cute to ‘put off the train’ now that he‘s sane and talking again. Javi - You need engineers to survive. Plus, somehow in this season he managed to grow a backbone and some character….all in one season! Sykes - Javi needs someone to love, too. Till - See my last post for rules about killing off the last gay couple on the planet. Audry - See above. Everyone left in the Silo - Because why wouldn’t they? They’ve survived for seven years, after all. (Unless this is where the show ‘Silo’ picks up, then it just plain gets weird.) Ruth - because she’s Ruth. And someone needs to keep Layton and his pervasively dumb ideas in line. Melanie will be on the train, after all, looking for other survivors. That leash can only be yanked from so far away. Oz - if that little &%^$&^$^$&#&()^$^&*&%^# could survive this long, I don’t see much hope for him being ‘put off the train’ in the near future. Wilford - Hope springs eternal! Josie - Because she actually got interesting in this season. Miles - I’ve said it a hundred times, you don’t kill kids. Tristan - Because he’s just too dang boring to bother with. Lights - Because she showed up every now and then with a good idea and deserves a mention, if not to survive. Dr. Pelton - You need doctors. Polar bears - I believe showing a polar bear at the end would be a lovely head-nod to the movie.

Who do I not care if they ‘put off the train’ or not: Dr. Headwood - good riddance, you weird little ^$%$&%&.

Who do they need to ‘put off the train’ for me to call this a ‘satisfying’ ending: Nima (And just a little side comment here, folks. Did anyone ever take a look at the actor that plays the insane little mad scientist? WOW! That’s one heck of a makeup job!)

And it’s too bad they didn’t start running Season 4 in place of season 3. If they had, this show might have survived. Because season 4, with the sole exception we got Melanie back in season 3, blew that one right out of the frozen water.

So, happy viewing, folks………………………we can only hope.

[bleetusmcyeetus]

Last Song?: Strut by Emeline

Favorite Color?: Any bright shade of orange or red. Darker shades are ehhh

Currently Watching?: I’m re-watching Snowpiercer. I wanna see my 2nd favorite lesbians again!!

Last Movie?: Elemental (wade my beloved)

Sweet/Spicy/Savory?: Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeet

Relationship Status?: Still single as a pringle and getting-progressively-less-ready-to-mingle. I’m sticking to hot fictional people for now (uhhh niMBUS)

Current Obsessions?: Recently binged all of Rebels, so that’s the #1 thing rn. Hamilton has also somehow weaseled itself back into my mind, so my weird demented AUs have been taking up a lot of time.

Last Thing You Googled?: can get radiation damage from messing with old radio?

@eliksni-enjoyer @biphes-hommel @nikoruui

PEOPLE I WANNA KNOW BETTER

Tagged by @lilstvr thank you babes 🫶

LAST SONG? Jungle- Good Times

FAVORITE COLOR? GREEN GREEN GREEN 🙃

CURRENTLY WATCHING? Nothing really cause everything on Netflix, disney+, & Soap2day is pissing me off, Hollywood needs to stop being bitches and pay their writers what they deserve 😭

LAST MOVIE? Bottoms

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? Mmm idk 😭 specific wise, candy sour, dinner spicy, and everything else savory.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? Single but delusional and taken by fictional men

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? The Do-Over and Better The movies by Lynn painter, ACOTAR (I love Azriel so much😭) I’ve been reading a lot of books lately lol

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? ‘How does one cope after their dog dies’ my dogs not dead I just get sad and I cried earlier because I know that it will happen some day.

tagging: @lovebugcody @raggedyoldwitch @vnusology @theold-ultraviolence @ghostlyloversworld @aislinrayne @biqherosix @certifiedlovergirlsstuff @thelov3lybookworm @auras-moonstone @ang3lik

[hauntedfalcon]

For prompts? Quynh and Nile: bonding?

“Five hundred years, huh?” Nile says. “That’s a lot to catch up on.”

Nursing her hot chocolate, Quỳnh says, “I’m familiar with Wikipedia.”

God, she’s frosty. Nile doesn’t begrudge her, of course. She’s been through more than anyone ever should. It’s just too easy to feel like she has no common ground with this woman--they have to build it all themselves, one flagstone at a time, and Quỳnh isn’t always enthusiastic about that labor. She always holds back a little, to protect herself.

They’ve got time, though.

Team movie night seems like a good start. It will be just the two of them tonight. They rolled in first to get the safehouse ready; the others took different routes and will arrive over the next twelve hours.

Quỳnh didn’t argue when Andy sent her with Nile. She didn’t say anything at all, or indicate that she had feelings on the matter. Now she’s on the sofa with a quilt wrapped tight around her like a shield. Nile will not get an arm slung casually around her the way Andy does, won’t be pulled close to lean on a chest or shoulder like Joe and Nicky do. She hadn’t noticed how much she’s come to rely on that contact after a job, until now that she has to spend time with someone who does not volunteer it.

“Sure,” Nile says, putting her feet (in her fuzziest socks) up on the coffee table. She pulls up their media server on the flat screen TV. “But I bet Wikipedia hasn’t introduced you to Octavia Spencer.”

Quỳnh squints suspiciously at the preview screen and synopsis. “This isn’t… historical.”

“Nope,” Nile agrees. It isn’t lighthearted, either. Introducing Quỳnh only to the rosiest cultural advances of the last five centuries feels somehow disingenuous. There is something to be said for cathartic tragedy, stories about sacrifice, fairy tales of blood and bullets, grit without gratuitousness. Nile presses play.

She can’t say when it happens, but at some point in the next two hours and six minutes, Quỳnh notices her shivering and extends one corner of the quilt to Nile. That’s something at least.

As the credits roll, Quỳnh takes a deep breath in and says, “How would you like to help me destroy the billionaire class?”

Nile is still choked up over Tanya’s death scene and that last shot that stretches on and on into a hope-filled future, but she musters a laugh. Like she doesn’t already have a head start on destroying the billionaire class. “Baby steps, okay?”

Quỳnh smiles sweetly at her. Nile smiles back.

Another flagstone settles into place.

[maskofmilves]

New shots of Jennifer Connelly as Penny Benjamin in Top Gun Maverick!!!

Will keep adding more pics/new looks when they come!

I love her fluffy lion mane hair so much!🥺

HELP ME SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL I'M GOING FERAL-

[breezypunk]

Got tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo & @katsigian to list 9 of my favorite movies. Thanks you two. <3

I am a huge horror movie lover. Although I don’t watch a lot of movies anymore in general, (I’m a.. youtube/tv series gal), I still enjoy rewatching horror movies I love, and also aklsnflkaf repo! is an all time favorite.

[ruthiesrambles2]

first sentence fic ask meme thing:

Ruth looked down at the landscape below her, the moor studded with rocks.

(im watching nature documentaries don't judge :P)

Ruth looked down at the landscape below her, the moor studded with rocks.

It had been a long time since she had last been here, but the Fell was as harsh and unforgiving as it ever was.

The last time, she had craved it. The feeling of the wind whipping about her face, the cold drizzle of autumn that threatened to become the lashings of winter. She had let the weather buffett her from hill to hill, feet moving without thought, desperate to feel something, to feel nothing at all. That night she had stayed in a hillside bothy, draughty and cold, and slept on the floor listening to her raincoat drip onto the rough stone. Wondered if this was what it felt like for her mother, laid out on the mortuary slab. There isn’t much between cold and dead.

In a way, this visit was an echo. Another goodbye. Another new beginning. But instead of letting the rain spray across her face she pulled her coat fast about herself, and trod an intentional path.

She built a fire in the bothy hearth, and turned her palms towards it.

Goodbye, her heart seemed to whisper to the old stones, to the heather bushes, to the rain. I am off to see a world beyond the moors.

[jenniferconnellysbitch]

Another episode without Boki

[fujihelexicon]

moodboard of me every time Coma Dream Javi was on screen