#snowpiercer crack

[missaudreystiara]

Brakenight coded

[julesnichols]

An Ongoing List of Things that Melanie Cavill has Canonically Stolen

#1. Snowpiercer

#2. Snowpiercer (again)

3. A gun

#4. A gun (again)

Bonus:

Our hearts

[ray-green-wicked4good]

*Set sometime around S1 E8 while Snowpiercer reels with the revelation that there is no Mr. Wilford*

Ruth: *distraught* I can't believe you assassinated Mr. Wilford!

Melanie: Well, I wouldn't say I assassinated him exactly.

Ruth: Oh thank heavens--

Melanie: Because technically an 'assassination' implies there were political motivations. I just killed him because he was being a dick. So it was just your average murder, really.

Ruth: *sighing* My mistake.

[pregnant-javert]

[ruthiesrambles2]

[pzyii]

Snowpiercer but it's all imbrandonfarris (always has been >:) )

[pregnant-javert]

You can't just leave this in the tags bestie!!!!

And is this train due in 0 minutes in the station with us right now?

[raving-raven-writing]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Snowpiercer (TV 2020) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Osweiller/Javier "Javi" de La Torre Characters: John Osweiller, Javier "Javi" de La Torre, Bess Till, Sam Roche, Bennett Knox, Melanie Cavill, Sykes (Snowpiercer), Winnie (Snowpiercer) Additional Tags: Self-Indulgent, New Eden (Snowpiercer), Partying, Drinking, Drunk Dancing, Crack Relationships, Companion Piece, One Shot, Attempt at Humor Series: Part 4 of Snowpiercer Collection Summary:

Oz has been making bad decisions to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but it's not his fault that someone decided to produce a ton of train hooch and serve it at a party.

Posted a new one shot for Snowpiercer on ao3, if anyone is interested in reading.

[missaudreystiara]

Mamma (engi)Nia!

All aboard for a rollicking ride in the musical episode that we deserve! Melanie is thrown off track when Alex invites three men from her past on a grand tour of New Eden to showcase her latest scientific developments. While searching for Big Alice’s original blueprints, Alex stumbles upon Melanie’s old logs and discovers that she has three possible fathers: Ben, the sarcastic but charming engineer; Nima, the endearing chemistry nerd; and Mr. Wilford, the cunning mastermind. As the train speeds toward New Eden, sparks fly, tracks switch, and secrets are derailed. Melanie must navigate through the twists and turns of her past, while Alex tries to piece together the puzzle of her parentage. Will this journey reveal Alex’s true father, or will they discover that family ties are more complex than a simple switch of tracks? This laugh-filled, heartwarming adventure will have you singing along as the train chugs toward a surprising destination!

[julesnichols]

[missaudreystiara]

The rest are in new eden

[ray-green-wicked4good]

*When Roche goes missing in S4*

Osweiller: Alright, nobody panic! We're gonna have to split up, just like in Scooby Doo. Lights, you and Sykes will be like Scooby and Shaggy, you go check around the kitchens and well lit areas. Javi, you get the spooky looking cave on the other side of the mountain like Velma. Oh, and you'll need this.

Javi: Wait, why am I Velma? And why do I get the...dubious looking device?

Osweiller: Because only a true Velma would say "dubious looking device". Any other stupid questions?

Sykes: So what does that make you? Fred?

Osweiller: Bitch, I am Daphne.

[pregnant-javert]

So my question as a late arrival to the tumblr fandom is what on GODS GOOD EARTH could POSSIBLY be the context of the removing-splinters-from-his-dick post

Oh well. We used to imagine that Wilford would fuck the puppets from late season 2 (there’s an episode where he puts on this demented puppet show with Melanie and Alex puppets as well as a Ben one I think?) and we thought that if he fucked the Melanie puppet (e.g. stuck his dick in it) it would give him splinters 🥴 crazy right haha 🥴

[ruthiesrambles2]

[missaudreystiara]

Your honour, I present exhibit B

If your ship isn't sun & moon sapphics then what's the point?

[gremlin-girly]

Day 13: Fire and Ice

Pairing: Curtis Everett x f!reader

Other featured characters include: Jake Jensen and Aisha from the Losers and Ransom from Knives Out

Fandom: Snowpiercer

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, office romance of sorts

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

Summary: When two co-workers get who are polar-opposites get paired for Secret Santa, everyone always assumes it will end in disaster.

(Additionally, you manage to make your grumpy coworker crack a smile)

Word count: 1069 (1k)

Divider by: @/saradika-graphics

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Strong, stoic, silent-type.

Three words used to describe one Curtis Everett around the office. He didn't talk much, got on with his work, but when push came to shove he was an excellent team-leader. Generally well-liked amongst his colleagues (or as well-liked as a someone who barely spoke to anyone else in the office).

Spritely, sociable, sunshine-personified.

Three words to describe one Y/N L/N around the office. A certified yapper who went out of their way to help their team and colleagues. Adored in the office and regarded highly amongst peers for their kindness and ability to make the best out of a bad situation.

So imagine the look on your friends' faces when you'd explained you'd gotten Curtis as your secret Santa.

"I don't know what to get him!" You whined, banging your fist into the pillow in your lap. The other held your swaying wine glass. It was wine night at your friend Aisha's and Ransom had brought out the expensive stuff when you admitted you were having a dilemma at work. "We're like fire and ice - polar opposites!"

"That's what this is about?" Ransom huffed, sipping his own glass. "A secret Santa?"

"Yeah, I thought there'd be a little more gossip." Aisha chimed in. "Like, an office crush or something."

"Well..." You raise your eyebrows at them both, feeling heat crawl up your face in thick tendrils. "He is kinda cute."

Ransom scoffs and Aisha demands pictures but the only one you can find is last year's blurry office Christmas photo. Aisha and Ransom both glare at you and you give them a sheepish shrug.

"Look I need ideas, guys." You plead helplessly.

"Just get him socks like everyone else." Ransom waves a hand dismissively.

"I can't do that. Its a 20 dollar limit, imagine having 10 pairs of socks"

"He's probably going to get whoever he's got a voucher or gift card." Aisha shrugs. "I wouldn't think too much about it."

You grumble and the conversation shifts. But you continue to think about it, even when you're tucked up in bed that night. You have to get him something good.

The office Christmas party was in full swing.

Music blared from somebody's phone and the spiked punch was making the rounds as the picking foods got dished out between desks. Chatter was lively and joyful - no mention of work or the plans for new year that involved budgets and clients.

Presents had already been dished out due to excitement, apart from two. Yours and Curtis's. Not that either of you had minded, you were both chatting and helping set everything up. Curtis by moving desks and you organising the food set up.

"What are the odds?" You chuckle, handing him a plastic cup of spiked punch with Ba Humbug written along the side. Your bag was draped over your forearms, carrying your expertly sourced gift.

Curtis takes the cup with a nod of thanks. "I know. Please don't expect too much. I... didn't know what to get you." Curtis admits awkwardly, handing you a small, hastily wrapped present. "I um... got some help."

You set your own cup down and rip at the packaging. Tipping the paper, a beautiful necklace spills out; silver with a blue gem of some kind set in the middle.

"It's... gorgeous. I-" you blink at the necklace. You were expecting a voucher of some kind but this was making your heart swell. "Are you sure this was only twenty dollars?"

"Pretty sure." He chuckles. "I can ask Jensen's niece to help you pick out another set if you don't like them?"

You bite back a giggle as ypur heart rate settles again. You'd seen enough pictures and heard stories of the tenacious nine year old niece of your favourite IT Tech to know that she probably would jump at the chance to help out. And the thought of Curtis asking Jensen's niece to help him made your heart melt all the more.

"How did Jake keep it a secret all this time?" You ask, casting a glance to the man himself. Jensen was busy arguing about children's soccer with one of your other colleagues, wearing an elf christmas sweater and a bright purple paper party hat that sat on the top of his spikey hair. If there was anyone to challenge your title of Office Yapper it would be him.

"Honestly? That's a Christmas Miracle in itself." Curtis says and smiles a little when you laugh.

You unclasp the necklace and turn your back to Curtis. "Come on, help me put it on!"

Curtis nods, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the chain. The metal is cool against the heat of your skin and you suppress a shiver as Curtis clasps it. You turn back to him, fiddling with the gem between your fingers.

"Well?"

"Well?..." Curtis swallows when your eyes meet his and you beam at him. Sunshine.

"How does it look?"

He wants to say that it looks as good as any Claire's jewellery does but the warmth blossoming in his chest stops him. He wants you to have a better necklace than this. He wants to be the one to give it to you.

"Beautiful." He says quietly, cheeks slightly flush.

You reach into your bag and pull out a brightly wrapped present with about five bows on it. It's wrapped perfectly and Curtis bites back a smile. Of course you would be perfect at wrapping presents.

"It's not as nice as the necklace," you say looking a little embarassed. "But I was dead against getting you socks!"

Carefully peeling back the wrapping Curtis peeks inside, his smile going from a corner-twitch into a full, toothy grin that made your heart stutter.

"My favourite candy bar?" He rumbles, picking one out of your precarious wrapping. "These are hard to find."

"I got a few other flavours too. Just for funsies." You shrug, looking pleased with yourself. Curtis wasn't just cute when he smiled. He was radiant.

"Thanks," Curtis nods and then looks over at you. "You know, I can't eat all of these myself."

You shift on your feet and give him a cheeky smile. "Are you offering me some?"

Curtis shrugs nonchalantly, but still smiles. "Maybe. If you can eat one with me say... over coffee on Monday?"

"I think I could manage that." You beam. Whoever said office Christmas parties were bad?