#snowpiercer

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

late to pride month again but oh well it’s pride month all year for Joseph (in more ways than one)

[abyssalglitchwarden]

Rowan Blanchard as Alex Cavill, Snowpiercer, Season 4

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

the difference between Snowpiercer and Big Alice’s control schemes is really interesting to me for the simple fact that Alice’s control panel being smacked onto a marble countertop that looks ripped out of an RV makes it very apparent that she she was just thrown together as quickly as possible as the prototype model of Snowpiercer herself.

[callalillywrites]

Right Where You Belong - Curtis Everett

Pairing: Curtis Everett x F!Reader

Word Count: 983

Summary: Curtis has been in denial of his feelings for you. Tonight might be just the night to change all that.

Warnings: none

A/N: This is based on a writing prompt I found (and from a list of prompts I've collected. The prompt: "Are you jealous?"

Curtis Everett Masterlist | Character Masterlist

"Hey, man, are you jealous," Edgar nodded toward you and the guy shamelessly flirting with you, "of that loser?"

Curtis didn't reply. Though, his hold tightened until his knuckles cracked. The bottle of beer he'd been nursing for the past half-hour made an eerie sound.

"Oh, come on. You know our girl isn't interested in that guy. She never is. Only has eyes for one man, and he's turning out to be too stupid to notice or do anything about it." Edgar glared at Curtis as if to emphasize his point, but Curtis pointedly ignored him.

Your friendship with them had been born of necessity. Running away from your crappy family, you turned to the first group of people who seemed most welcoming. Well, as welcoming as any group of rough and tumble bikers could be.

"You should just tell her, man, before you go crazy," Edgar said, uncaring that Curtis had yet to confirm or deny the allegations. "You know she won't remain on the market long if you don't step up. If not you, it'll be some d-bag who doesn't deserve her. You want that for her?"

No, he didn't, but he couldn't say that out loud. He couldn't admit that he wanted you, wanted the softness only you made him feel. He'd give anything to believe he deserved to call you his own. But he knew what he was, what he'd done. No way you needed such darkness in your life, not when you were such a beacon of light. Especially to him.

But the very thought of some other guy claiming you was enough to have the bottle he still gripped shattering from the pressure.

Edgar groaned as beer splattered over them both.

"What happened here?" you asked, sipping at your new drink. Something sweet and fruit-filled, just like you were. "You need another, broody bear?"

Curtis shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

"He better be," Edgar grumbled beside Curtis, still trying to clean up the beer soaking his shirt. His gaze eventually flicked to you as he growled, "Will you get him home? He's been in a foul mood since we got here."

Curtis grunted at that, but he didn't come right out and deny it. He couldn't. Not when Edgar had a point.

"What's wrong with my broody bear, hmm?" You brought your hand up to run your short nails over his buzz cut. It never failed to bring a small smile to your lips, his short hairs tickling your fingertips. "Anything I can do to make your night a little better?"

"There's a lot you could do to make his night better," Edgar again grumbled.

When your brows furrowed, Curtis elbowed Edgar in the side and shot the younger man a warning glare. It had little affect as Edgar glared right back at him.

Shoving his chair back, Edgar pushed to his feet. "I'm outta here, man. Get your shit together and maybe grow a pair. Sometimes biding your time makes you a fool."

Curtis allowed Edgar the punch he landed on Curtis's shoulder. Sure, he probably should've reminded the younger man who ran their outfit, but he also knew Edgar offered up some valuable wisdom. Curtis just didn't know if he act upon it. Even as you stood next to him, still wearing a confused expression, he couldn't bring himself to do more than pull out the chair closest to him, offering you a seat.

You took it with a soft smile, mumbling around your straw, "Thanks."

Curtis couldn't help watching you out of the corner of his eye as you two fell into a natural, easy silence. It'd been like this since almost the beginning. If anything, you seemed to take comfort in his presence as though he'd protect you from anything. He would, but you seemed to know it before he ever had to prove it. Prove it, he has.

After you finished your drink, you swirled your straw around the empty glass. Your brows pinched harshly as you finally asked, "Wanna tell me what Edgar was talking about? He seemed really fired up at you about something."

While he could typically get away without saying anything if he wanted, his superpower failed every time around you.

Scratching his beard, he opened his mouth to tell you what little he could get away with.

Words never came out though as the same d-bag from earlier spotted you and loudly shouted, "There you are, sweet cheeks. I wondered where you got off to. Never got to officially shoot my shot."

Curtis caught the way you sneaked a peek at him before turning towards the d-bag. Your smile didn't quite reach your eyes, but you seemed somewhat receptive.

An angry heat coursed through him as the d-bag went to put his hands on you. Respectable places, but still on you when he had no right. You hadn't given it to the d-bag, and Curtis would be damned if you gave those rights the guy after the fact, either.

Scrapping his chair back, he shoved to his feet and hauled you out of your seat.

"Curtis, what are—"

You let out a shriek of surprise as Curtis swept you over his shoulder while glaring at the d-bag who stood back with his hands up.

"Mine," Curtis growled and turned to leave the bar with you.

His entire focus was on getting you out there and back to his place. The night wouldn't end without you knowing exactly how much he desired you, loved you. It would be a night you wouldn't soon forget as he laid his ultimate claim on you: mind, body, and soul.

He never saw you reach out to the d-bag, slipping the guy a fifty-dollar bill. Payment for getting Curtis to finally realize where you belonged, right at his side. The same realization you'd had practically since the day you met him.

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

writing Joseph’s dialogue has become so much easier once i remembered “yeah throw in big words and make sure he never shuts his yap” and it works 99% of the time

[julesnichols]

*bangs pots and pans* Snowpiercer fandom come here

[reallyprofoundkryptonite]

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Kind of sort of AU specifically that just happens to have magic and most of the time he uses for random fucking purposes for the sake of convenience which is usually the sign of him simply being a rather weak magic user (unfortunate news, he is not, there is a reason why he ends up in a limiter collar for a while. Plus it has something to do with why he’s so intimidating to those around him who have witnessed first hand what he can do when annoyed.)

He does however have an improvised light/torch spell that he can use to turn a blunt into a flashlight in a pinch if needed. But that is simply because that is wildly in character for him. Alongside also having a quick spell to turn water (or any fluid for that matter) into alcohol (or any other consumable beverage).

A lot of his actually devastating spells would be psychic attacks and illusionary spells to toy with people.

person he’s talking to is implied to be Andre

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CHRIS EVANS in SNOW PIERCER 2013. Dir. by Bong Joon-ho.