#the train

[diss2arts]

the train (end)

the last page remade!

Fear seems like such a distant emotion.

[coffeeandcinemaandmusic]

The Train (1964). dir. John Frankenheimer

[audiemurphy1945]

The Train(1964)

[cinenthusiast]

Astonishing dissolve from John Frankenheimer's The Train (1964)

[howtodrawyourdragon]

Comfy-Vember 2024 Day 1

The Train

Summary: Set in a Modern AU, Post-Apocalypse AU, Monsters AU, Live Life AU. Scouting ahead, Hiccup finds a rather peculiar place to camp out at for the night.

Warnings: Pregnancy

Rating: Teen and Up

Words: 1 296

Prompts: New Day - Train Ride

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Pairing: OT6

Author's Notes: Actually the first one-shot I wrote for this AU.

Enjoy!

[olympain]

"Labiche! Here's your prize, Labiche. Some of the greatest paintings in the world. Does it please you, Labiche? You feel a sense of excitement at just being near them? A painting means as much to you as a string of pearls to an ape. You won by sheer luck. You stopped me without knowing what you were doing or why. You are nothing, Labiche. A lump of flesh. The paintings are mine. They always will be. Beauty belongs to the man who can appreciate it. They will always belong to me, or a man like me. Now, this minute, you couldn't tell me why you did what you did." The Train (1964) Dir. John Frankenheimer

[caressthosecheekbones]

the amount of polls I have voted in randomly bc my stupid finger clumsily tapped a button by accident while scrolling

[transpondster]

(via In Justine Kurland’s Photographs, a Mother and Son Hit the Road | The New Yorker)

In Justine Kurland’s “This Train,” a work of photography collected in a handsome edition by mack, we arrive at the fact of violence obliquely. The suite of photographs, which Kurland made during months living on the road between 2005 and 2011, is split into two parallel bodies of work. 

In one, we encounter Kurland and her young son, Casper, as they traverse the U.S., mostly the West, in a van, stopping along the way in campsites and motels, forest clearings and desert brushland, gas stations and diners. 

In the other, we see images of landscapes, riven by trains, which Kurland captured during these same travels.

[burtlancster]

Burt Lancaster and Jeanne Moreau in costume on the set of The Train, 1964.

[diss2arts]

the train part 2

[fermented-writers-block]

Just throwing this out for the Infinity Train fandom, but what are some observations you’ve made/obscure or not well known trivia about the train that you find cool or wish the rest of the fandom talked about more?

To give an example of my own, one obscure detail I find intriguing is that the engine - according to the prop design artwork shared by Alen Esmalien - straight up doesn’t have a doorway for passengers that complete the first car in line to enter in the first place:

Which pretty much all but confirms the idea that the engine is not meant to be accessible to the average passenger at all - and by extension begs the question of who or what the absolutely gigantic space in front of One’s port was designed for:

What about the rest of you guys? I know there’s been a bunch of miscellaneous tweets Owen has put out over the years that touched upon the train and it’s denizens that fell into obscurity, so I’m interested to see what else comes up.

[audiemurphy1945]

“You know what's on that train? Paintings. That's right, paintings. Art. The national heritage. The pride of France.”        

The Train (1964) dir. John Frankenheimer  

[rainingmbappe]

The moon was out of frame 😭

[steel-10100]

super raw char concepts for my new setting based on magical dream i had which was about a train.

here they are from left to right: Train Driver, Soldier and Policeman, but that’s not all. and yes, that is they're names.

+ a sketch with me.

[infinit8ion]

Tracks bursting through the floor of a house like veins upon ancient hands and the vessel they carry is a long and circumstantial womb whose blood inspires the lungs of the mind. And a singular gill emerges on your face, rippling over your nose, split open like a delightful wound and shining like the eyebeam of a Train. The perennial curtain of the Party obfuscates the presence of a Serpent in our midst; siphoning our memories away and incubating its own parasitic brood under the stairs.