My Interpretation Is That Yona's "clairvoyance" Stems From The Fact That She Is A Train Baby And A Kronol

My interpretation is that Yona's "clairvoyance" stems from the fact that she is a train baby and a Kronol addict. Because she was born on the train, Yona and her generation are likely to be more sensitive to their immediate surroundings. Living on a train is constantly noisy, and so train babies' senses are perhaps different from those people who were born on Earth. It may be possible that she can detect human presence behind barriers due to subtle sound waves (much like how Daredevil "sees" people even if he is blind) that only she can pick up and that others cannot.

Add the use of Kronol, and Yona's inherent abilities must be heightened significantly from the drug. This is apparent when you consider how even before she knew Timmy was under the floor of Wilford's engine, she accurately predicted if there was human presence behind the doors that her father opened each time she was given Kronol.

If you guys have any other thoughts on this, feel free to analyze further.

P.S. Yona is one of my faves, especially when she translated her father's words before the tunnel fight. "He says you guys are fucked..."

2) How the fuck did Yuna know there were children under the train? I sort of assumed she might have been a part of it...

WHERE ARE THE LIES?! LIKE SERIOUSLY, OTHER INTERNATIONAL FILM CRITICS COULD NEVER WITH THIS LEVEL OF HOMAGE/PARODY GENIUS. THEY SHOULD TAKE FUCKING NOTES FROM THESE AWESOME DANISH JOURNALISTS.

OMFG DANISH FILM CRITICS GET THEIR O-FACES ON FOR LARS VON TRIER’S (pardon the pun) UPCUMMING SEX EPIC, “NYMPHOMANIAC”.

YOUR MOVE, AMERICAN FILM CRITICS! XD

Just in case y'all were wondering what I look like: that's me (Brent) with the Tilda Swinton-inspired hair next to my fierce DJ friend (Sanya) with the bleach-blonde Skrillex hair. Party blondes know how to have fun! <3

"The train is the world... We, the humanity."

- Wilford

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The ultimate fate of the Snowpiercer: derailment via massive avalanche.

Hi, where did you find the pictures for your post "Inside the Snowpiercer", where it shows the water supply section and the protein block section? Is it from a book?

hi! those photos were actually screengrabs i made from the official korean website of snowpiercer when it was first released in korea last year in august. the website is not online anymore unfortunately, but when i got the chance to navigate the site, it had this amazing interactive virtual tour through the snowpiercer which starts at the tail section but only ended up to the classroom section. i guess that the filmmakers didn't want to spoil the rest of the front section interiors, so those photos you saw in my posts were the only ones they wanted to show.

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...