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Snowpiercer has always been a simple premise wrapped in a massive metaphor: humanity survives aboard a never-ending train, and every car is a …
Something about Carol thinking of Helen when creating Raban, and the hive finding someone who looks like Raban to be her point of contact, and the hive having all of Helen's memories
Alex: My parents are supremely fucked up. Audrey: Six years in this job, nobody ever asks about my parents. My father was a violent alcoholic... Alex: Melanie says she was never in a relationship with Nima. Then I find out, surprise! That's bullshit, they were practically married. Audrey: My mother would make excuses for him, and I hated her for it. Alex: So I go back to Melanie, and I call her out. I say, if you want to keep your shit private, that's fine, but don't lie to my face and call it honesty. And instead of admitting she fucked up and APOLOGIZING, like a normal human, she doubles down! Audrey: What I didn't realize was my mother didn't know any better. She thought that was love. Alex: Melanie says, and I quote, Yes, we wore each other's clothes, but it wasn't a RELATIONSHIP. We just LOOK GOOD in each other's clothes. Audrey: Alex. Alex: As if anyone could look good in those cardigans. Audrey: Alex, have you heard a word I said? Alex: Yes. Kind of. I'm sorry. I'm just so mad. It's like, all I'm asking for is a little slice, a little crumb of truth about who my parents are, so maybe I can figure out who I am. And they can't even give me that. Audrey: I don't know. Sounds like you learned alot. Alex: Yeah. How not to be. Audrey: On that note, how are things with Carley? Alex: Oh. Pretty good. We're going to be roommates soon. Audrey: Oh, you're moving in together! Alex: Yeah. Well, it just makes sense, given how close the engine is to her studio. And this way, we won't have the problem of me leaving my stuff at her place, and her leaving her stuff at my place... Audrey: That happens alot? Alex: Mostly clothes, if one of us spends the night. Although, it's kind of funny, we're the same size, so one day, like, as a joke, I wore her clothes, and then, as a joke, she wore my clothes, but the crazy part was, we both looked good. Like, actually really good. So, in the new place, we're gonna have one closet to save on space. Audrey: That's great, Alex. I'm really happy that your relationship is going well. Alex: My what now?
Alex: Mom said you two were never in a relationship. Nima: We weren't. Alex: So, what's with all the tension between you? Nima: Oh, that's probably because we used to have sex. alot. Alex: You JUST said you weren't in a relationship. Nima: We weren't. Alex: So it was a fling? Or just a weird... sex thing? Nima: Yeah. It just sort of happened, given that we spent so much time together. Alex: Right, as colleagues. Nima: Well, that, and we lived together. Alex: What!? Nima: Yeah. We had this nifty arrangement where we shared all our stuff so we didn't have to buy anything twice. And we kept each other company. Like, sometimes, we did stuff I like, but other times, we did stuff she likes. We like alot of the same stuff, though, so the lines got blurred. It was pretty fun. Alex: Dude. That's a relationship. Nima: No, Melanie was super clear about that. Alex: Do you realize how delusional you sound? Ben: I dunno, he's making sense to me.
DAY, EXT. in the gently thawing woods outside Kier DEVON: Can you -- this birthing cabin, you can take us there, right? So we can talk to his innie? COBEL: Not yet. Even under the cover of dark, it's perilous. We wait for night.
2 hOuRs LaTeR...
STAR TREK: VOYAGER - S1E11 State of Flux
Wilford (gravely): "Melanie we have to talk about Alex." Melanie: "What is it?" Wilford: "She's a basic bitch." Melanie: "… what?" Wilford: "I found THIS in her backpack." Melanie: "It's a Taylor Swift CD." Wilford: "Did you know about this?" Melanie: "I bought it for her." Wilford: "What kind of MOTHER would--" Melanie: "Joseph," (Exasperated, Melanie slaps her notebook closed and turns to him) "She likes it. Let her be." Wilford: "Did you hear what I said? Your daughter is BASIC." Melanie: "MY daughter. I'm glad that's straight." Wilford bristles but Melanie stands her ground. "Now," she says with forced calm, "Stop judging her taste in music, and return what you've taken." The next word seems to cost her dearly, "Please."
Wilford wants to throw her across the room. How DARE she! HOW DARE SHE! But with a practiced, saint-like grace, he walks back to Allie's backpack, which he opens to find... Taylor Swift notebooks, pencil cases, and a PROTRACTOR case… is nothing scared!? This siren has led his Alex upon the rocks!
Not on his watch. Wilford takes the CD to Big Alice's engine, where he plops in the driver's seat and ejects his beloved Bowie to infect the sanctity of his CD player with this… WITCHCRAFT. He jacks in his Sennheisers and braces. But he's doing it for Alex. He can't exorcise the demon if he doesn't understand the source of its power.
Hours later: Wilford is lost in a torrent of emotion and sound and EMPOWERMENT. But there's something else, something he can't quite put his finger on… is it… vulnerability? He feels so seen. Taylor SEES him, and that scares him, yet he can't get enough.
"OH, IT'S SO SAD TO," he belts, eyes screwed shut as he imagines Melanie right there, finally hearing him. "THINK ABOUT THE GOOD TIMES, YOU AND I!"
Suddenly, the right cup is lifted from his head. "Uncle Joseph!" Alex yells into his ear.
Nearly falling from his chair, Wilford rips the headphones out of the dash, and Taylor's voice blasts through the engine.
CAUSE BABY NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOD YOU KNOW IT USED TO BE MAD LOVE SO TAKE A LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE CAUSE BABY NOW WE GOT BAD BLOOD, HEY!
"You stole my CD!" Alex cries over the music.
"I was just…" Wilford stammers.
NOW WE GOT PROBLEMS AND I DON'T THINK WE CAN SOLVE 'EM
Wilford turns the music off. Alex, in her pigtails and overalls, stands with her feet planted on his century-old Persian rug - the one she was very nearly born on, the one Melanie was standing on when her water broke (there's still a stain he can't get out, although truth be told he didn't try very hard to remove it). Fast forward 6 years, and that mewling baby is a very upset little girl, demanding an apology with every bit of intensity her tiny posture can convey.
"I was just…" Wilford stammers again. "Borrowing it."
"You ASK before borrowing." Alex marches over to the CD player, jabs the button to eject her property, and examines it. "Fingerprints!" she announces, pointing the belly of the CD at him as if it could fire a laser through his head.
Wilford retrieves his silk pocket square and hands it to Alex, watching as she meticulously cleans the acrylic and then, with a deep breath and a steady had, returns the record lovingly to its case.
Wilford's hands tremble. He knows what he has to do. But it's cognitive agony. His jaw locks, refusing to comply with what his brain insists on. Alex is leaving now. Leaving him. Almost gone. A rush of adrenaline charges him with the superhuman strength it takes to get it out.
"Alex, I'm sorry."
Alex stops walking. Turns. Studies his face. Wilford hopes she doesn't see him as clearly as Taylor does.
"It's okay," she says, her anger evaporating as if it had never been there at all. "I forgive you."
Wilford can breathe again, but guilt sits in his stomach like lead. He fooled her.
"Just ask next time."
"I promise."
Alex looks down and screws her sneaker into his rug, inches from the mark of her birth. "Soooooo… You're a Swiftie?"
Wilford is repulsed by the term. He replies, "I'm a…nnn admirer."
"Mom doesn't like her. She says she does, but I know she's lying."
"Well, your mother's taste in music is spotty, at best."
"But she's taking me to a concert soon. Maybe you could come with us."
Wilford's heart leaps at the prospect, but, "I don't think your mother would be okay with that."
"Is she mad at you again?"
Wilford doesn't answer. He doesn't know what Melanie is anymore.
"You could just say you're sorry," Alex suggests.
Wilford has to press his lips together keep in the diatribe he has ready for THAT. Because if ANYONE owes ANYONE ELSE an APOLOGY… But he knows he'll never get it. Melanie is incapable of seeing her own cruelty, and always has been.
He feels he should warn Alex about her mother, prepare her for the day she, too, will know that cruelty. She should know that when that day comes, he'll be here for her. And so will Taylor.
"I have an idea," Wilford says brightly. "How about you and I listen to your CDs together, here in the engine? We could make it a regular thing. Just us."
"Swifties only?"
Wilford cringes. "S- Swifties only."
"That's awesome! I'll come tomorrow with the live album!"
"Huzzah!"
Alex rushes to gives him a big hug.
"Maybe… don't tell your mother about this?" Wilford suggests, playing with her pigtails. "I don't want Melanie judging me the way she judges you for listening to Taylor."
"Judges me?"
"Thinks less of."
Alex's happy face falls into a troubled frown.
"Now don't fret," Wilford reassures her. "I don't think less of you. And I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"Right." Alex turns, dazed, and walks slowly from the engine. She turns around, still frowning. Thinking. "Uncle Joseph--"
"I've got to get back to work now, Alex. You run along. Don't forget the CD tomorrow!"
Wilford smiles and keeps his eyes on the arctic horizon. He feels a weight has been lifted. Now, with the real demon in his sights, he can do right by that girl.
He moans softly the lyrics he's already memorized.
Look what you just made me do Look what you just made me do
I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams... inspired by @ray-green-wicked4good
At some point, on her way to suck on her dead mother’s respirator, Harmony Cobel blasted 9 to 5 through the canny speakers of her aspen white Zastava Yugo, and she glared menacingly out the windshield the entire. song.
text reads:
Harmony Cobel, a beacon of academic excellence and leadership, leaves an indelible mark on the Year of Wiles graduating class. Throughout her high school journey, she exhibited unwavering commitment to her academic pursuits, consistently achieved top grades and mastering challenging subjects. Beyond the classroom, Harmony actively engaged in extracurricular activities, leading the field hockey team as Captain and acting as President of the Goat Husbandry Club. We celebrate Harmony’s journey not only for individual brilliance but also for the positive influence and inspiration she has imparted on both her peers and educators alike.
not normal about this at all
Melanie: He convinced you to stay? Was a mango involved? You’re so easy to sway.
SEVERANCE (2022—) 2.04 | Woe's Hollow
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Same energy
Melanie & Bennett | Snowpiercer 4x02
Just noticed that Melanie doesn’t try to care for Ben’s wound herself. She unsteadily hands him a cloth to please cover that shit up before she loses her lunch.
Harmony is part Klingon. She has intense spiritual beliefs, double the reproductive organs to satisfy and uses aggression as foreplay.
I'm sure I'm not the only British person who was kinda like pfft grilled cheese that's just a stupid way to make cheese on toast but I've been making it per the instructions in that one tumblr post and I get it man. I'd investigate a murder for a train dictator in heels if she got me a grilled cheese too.
Mel: So Donald Trump won the election? Jennifer Connelly: Yeah. Mel: Even though we voted twice in New York? JC: Yeah. JC: Wait. JC: WHAT? Mel: Yeah I mean, sure. Why not? JC: Because it's wrong. Because it's VOTER FRAUD! Because you aren't even from this universe let alone from this state! Paul Bettany: Because to make a difference you should have committed fraud in Wisconsin. Mel: Yeah, I noticed that. PB: Next time talk to me first. Layton: If there IS a next time. You know, I think it's time to start raising an army. One thing I've learned, if you want democracy, you have to take it by force. PB: I like the sound of THAT! Mel: Listen to you, jumping straight to bloodshed. Can't we just... sneak into the capital and STEAL the white house and PRETEND to be Trump? It's only for 4 years. I could do that in my sleep. JC: Stop it, STOP IT, STOP IT, ALL OF YOU! I can't believe what I'm hearing! Voter fraud... insurrection... whatever the hell you call Melanie's weird plan... it's all so complicated. We should just move to France until the fascism blows over. Macron seems reasonable. Layton: That's... missing the point, Jen. PB: Well, hold on. France IS close to the Alps. JC: Right. Ski season is around the corner. PB: With climate change there's no telling how long the snow will last. JC: Think of the kids. PB: They deserve as many powder days as we can give them. JC: I'll call the Ritz and get our usual suites. Layton: Okay. So. Screw YOU guys. Mel. I guess it's up to us. Mel: Okay but. I REALLY want to do my thing where we steal the country from this asshole but nobody knows it. Layton: *sigh* Mel: Once we do it you can be in charge of the army. And I'll get caught at some point for sure and then there will be fighting, so you can satisfy your bloodlust. Layton: Or, the power will go to your head and I'll have to usurp you for the good of the republic. Mel: ... Sure. JC: You know, you two were SUPPOSED to go back to your own universe. That was the agreement. Mel: Soon. Layton: VERY soon. Mel: After we save humanity. Layton: The democratic experiment failed. Mel: The People need us.
the standard path ahead for a disgraced politician