Minister Mason Berates The Rebels Of The Tail Section And Reminds Them Of The Supposed Benevolence Of

Minister Mason berates the rebels of the Tail Section and reminds them of the supposed benevolence of the mysterious Wilford--the creator of the Snowpiercer...

cuntysplatch could NEVER with the holy light of hiddles! i have faith in JGL given that he's been in really decent films that i like. and i firmly remain loyal to my saviour KWEEN TILDA who will protect this precious universe from the blasphemous evils of crumblesnatch! XD

lmfao your evil intergalactic reptilian overlord smaugbersnatch has no place in my FLAWLESS and PERFECT fancasting for the upcoming sandman film so take several seats before i unleash the might of my ethereal alien kween TILDA SWINTON to slay your hideous beast XD

I just cant believe they’re making it. Although I’m a bit iffy on JGL-he’s like a wax work figure of everything boring white male. 

Croquembouche has already done Neverwhere…he knows Gaiman. You better watch out, he’s coming for Hiddles role in his faster than light spaceship. Tilda’s got a fight on her Universe’s hands.

This is me at the office when there's an outage with the internet connection: shameless selfies and reading Surfing Magazine. <3

Wow, that is so cool! Thanks. Shame the site went down. I watched Snowpiercer recently so I'm new to the fandom but oh...wow. What a film. It was so realistic in its harshness for a sci-fi so even though it was disturbing it was a really good concept and really well portrayed. I'm also mad for the concept art and designs. So awesome.

i'm hoping that TWC would at least create a mini-site for the film as part of the marketing campaign considering that foreign markets such as italy and japan did it for snowpiercer, but i'm not holding my breath on that one given how shitty harvey weinstein treated this masterpiece of a movie. and welcome to the fandom, bb! seriously, this movie needs more stans tbqh. i've actually been spreading the word about this movie over at ONTD since last year where i'm a regular poster and so far, it's been getting a great response from everyone who managed to get the leaks, especially those people who stan so hard for chris evans and tilda swinton. :)

"This is so disappointing! Passengers, this is not a shoe. This is disorder. This is size ten chaos! This, see this? This is death. In this locomotive we call home, there is one thing that goes between our warm hearts and the bitter cold. Clothing? Shields? No! Order. Order is the barrier that holds back the frozen death. We must all of us, on this train of life, remain in our allotted station. We must each of us occupy our preordained particular position. Would you wear a shoe on your head? Of course you wouldn't wear a shoe on your head! A shoe doesn't belong on your head, a shoe belongs on your foot! A hat belongs on your head. I am a hat, you are a shoe! I belong on the head, you belong on the foot, yes?! So it is! In the beginning, order was prescribed by your ticket: First Class, Economy, and Freeloaders like you. Eternal order is prescribed by the Sacred Engine. All things flow from the Sacred Engine: all things in their place, all passengers in their Section, all water flowing, all heat rising—pays homage to the Sacred Engine in its own particular preordained position. So it is! Now, as in the beginning, I belong to the FRONT. You belong to the TAIL. When the foot seeks the place of the head, a sacred line is crossed. Know your place! Keep your place! Be a shoe!" - Minister Mason's separatist speech to the Tail Section passengers, "Snowpiercer" +++ A tour through the compartments of the Snowpiercer's Front Section (gifs by moi) Greenhouse + Garden || Aquarium + Sushi Bar || Zoo + Abattoir || Classroom || Luxury Guestrooms (Library, Dental Office, Custom Clothing Room, among others) || Lounge + Beauty Salon || Swimming Pool + Sauna || Nightclub + Kronol Den

Break The Ice (A Skating!AU Thorki drabble)

There you are, and there he is. You are both in the same place, a swanky bar in some random Nordic city where you have both attended intense training for your respective disciplines before the next Winter Olympics. You are not, however, in the same league with him. Still, it was meant to be. Your hands sweat because you have had three too many and think, for one moment, "I can make him mine. All I need is an in. A conversation. And then he will see my heart and then he will not be able to say no." Or "nicht", or "non", or "nein", or "nyet", or whatever exotic language it is that he speaks with his infamous silver tongue. So you plot and you watch him. He seems coolly disinterested in everything and everyone as he nurses a glass of absinthe he has been sipping indifferently for the past hour. His eyes are like ice. You watch with some vindictive amusement as rival suitors dance up and walk sheepishly away as he refuses to even acknowledge their existence. But you are different: you have heart. And so you order another Jager Bomb to augment your courage and then make your move. He observes your approach with a frosty gaze and your feet start to feel cold, which is followed by your ankles, knees, thighs, and hips. By the time you reach him, he has completely frozen you. You are a block of ice. "Hi," you mumble at his direction through your chilled lips. You school your face in what you hope is a seductive and confident expression. He gives you a passive once-over before he turns to his flame-haired companion and says, "I think it's time to leave." You watch him go in a resplendent flurry of green leather and white fur that nicely complements his smooth porcelain skin and sleek raven hair. Unsurprisingly, his exit has effortlessly captured the attention of more than half the bar patrons, and your heart of gold has exploded into a 24-carat catastrophe. For a fleeting moment, you are completely devastated, but then you realize it is still meant to be. Because on the glossy mahogany surface of the bar where he previously positioned himself, you spot a napkin scrawled with the name of a hotel and a room number. Your smile widens when you recognize the unmistakable handwriting--the same one that has graced countless autographed pictures, one of which happens to be safely tucked in your wallet. Yes, he may be in a different league than you--and he will always be out of your league--but it is men like him that fuels the fires of your dreams. And it is the endless pursuit of that fantasy that keeps your passport stamped and your passions stoked as you pocket the napkin and leave the bar to your brand new destination...