Just fyi, Train to Busan is one of my absolute favorite horror films, and easily my favorite zombie genre film.
FOR REAL THOUGH, IT DESERVES MORE ATTENTION. As far as I'm concerned it's the best zombie film out there. It is literally perfect
And for anyone who HASN'T seen it, SEVEN REASONS WHY TRAIN TO BUSAN IS PERFECT AND THE BEST ZOMBIE MOVIE:
Perfect storytelling - pacing and plotline are all flawless.
Perfect character growth - everyone's got a symbolic arc, everyone is fleshed out as a person (even that HORRIBLE BUSINESS GUY, he's at least Fleshed Out evil), everyone is well-developed. You genuinely grow attached to all of our main characters (except those two bad guys, fuck them).
Perfect characters in general SANG-HWA MY BELOVED including the kid, which is amazing since a lot of movies just make the kid character terrible. But she knocked it out of the park. Also I'm a major simp for Sang-Hwa, he's husband goals.
Perfect symbolism??? The themes on class! Busan being a refuge/safe haven during the Korean war! The way that, unlike a lot of American zombie films where the brutal On Your Own guy is generally right, here teamwork and sacrifice for one another is lauded, and it's the only reason the people at the end lived - because of the sacrifices of those that loved them. Do not let go of one another when things get bleak. The way they manage to retain their humanity is so moving.
Our lead protagonist seeing who he was on the way to becoming in the bad guy. MASTERCLASS MOMENT.
AMAZING SHOTS, THE FUCKING SHOT OF HTEM CHASINGHT E TRAIN OH MY GOD, THE ZOMBIE WAVE WHEN THEY ALL CRASH TOGETHER, THE ZOMBIES IN THE DARK I JUST
Literally never cried so hard watching a zombie movie wtf
Everyone who can tolerate bloody zombie stuff should see Train to Busan, it's a masterpiece.
124 notes
·
View notes
Happy Queer Media Monday!
Today: Dread Nation series by Justina Ireland
(The two books that contain the actual Dread Nation story photographed from my Kindle)
Dread Nation is an alternate history horror series set in a world where the American Civil War has been cut short by a zombie apocalypse. Some decades later, children of color are being sent to special schools where they get some training, mostly bad than good, then sent out to the fields to fight the zombies. Two of these girls are Jane McKeene and her school rival, Katherine Deveraux. When they get unexpectedly transported to a segregated town on the Western frontier, they have only each other left to rely on.
The strength of these books is that the only fantastic element in them are the zombies. The racist atrocities committed by various white characters, as well as the system at large, can all be recognized as things that actually happened to Black people in the history of the US.
Both main characters are disabled. Jane suffers a serious wound while fighting zombies in the second book, and Katherine has severe anxiety. They are also both queer, Jane is bisexual and Katherine is ace.
The Dread Nation book series consists out of three books: Books one and two (Dread Nation and Deathless Divide) are the actual story, while the third, Three for the Road, contains three short stories set in that world.
Queer Media Monday is an action I started to talk about some important and/or interesting parts of our queer heritage, that people, especially young people who are only just beginning to discover the wealth of stories out there, should be aware of. Please feel free to join in on the fun and make your own posts about things you personally find important!
24 notes
·
View notes
Hey big fan of your works! You have an amazing talent and your prompts are very well written! Keep up the good work and thank u so much for all of them <3
I am loving this mob rival bosses prompt, it is so sexy. So how about this idea in the tyrant king/ice queen AU where Thena is being ambushed/attacked by a group in a party and Gil is fighting to protect her and getting hurt so she is caring his wounds afterwards?
Would also be an amazing idea for the Zombie AU. Let Gil use his muscles! xD
The Tyrant King had barely left the Ice Queen's side. Not since she was first poisoned, and not since being released, either. Those in the business knew better than to ask. They knew what the Ice Queen had gone through, and some of them knew that the Tyrant King was - and maybe had always been - protective of her.
So, it wasn't so strange to see them with each other, even when not actively conducting business. She ate in Koreatown often, and he was often found in the office of the Ice Queen, seemingly just...waiting for her.
It made them very recognisable targets.
"Try this."
Thena kept her smile small as she leaned for a bite of his tteokbokki, holding her hair back as she did.
Gilgamesh chuckled, seeming not to have a care in the world as they strolled the open market. "Well?"
"Mm," Thena nodded as she chewed her modest bite.
"That's it?" he snorted, resuming their walk with her hand on his elbow. "This is the best tteokbokki in the city."
"I've had better," Thena countered, even as he offered her another bite.
"What?" Gil scoffed, finishing off the last two for himself. He raised a brow at her, delighted when she returned it with a flirty little brow raise of her own. "Whose?"
"Yours."
The Tyrant King leaned his head closer to her, his lips brushing against the diamond studded cuff on her ear. "If you want me to abide by this rule of yours, you can't say stuff like that."
The Ice Queen turned her head, her lips one small breath away from his. "As if you've obeyed it thus far."
"I haven't kissed you outside yet, have I?"
"Gil!"
He wrapped his arms around her as she pushed him, both of them tumbling out of the main alley of the market and into the nearest wall. But he could hear the shots hitting the next few stalls. He tightened his arms around her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she promised him, hand already on the knife at her thigh. But she had also only been released about three weeks ago. She wasn't in the condition to fend off a proper ambush. "Who is it this time?"
"I don't know," he whispered against her temple, pressing a kiss to her flawlessly blonde hair. "But I'm gonna find out."
"Gil!"
Gilgamesh picked up the nearest crate full of produce and hurled it into the fray. He cocked his fists, taking out the first two as nothing more than a warmup. He didn't know how many there were, but it didn't much matter to him at the moment.
They weren't coming anywhere near Thena.
The next three came out, lingering behind the cloud cover of all the destruction. Gil kept his fists up, dodging knives as needed and disarming as he went. He threw a few, only managing to knock a few firearms out of hands rather than making a clean hit.
Thena had only started teaching him to throw knives recently.
Gil grunted as three of them grabbed him by the back, one around each arm and one on his shoulders. "Fuck!"
"Don't move!"
Gil obeyed, freezing with his captors draped over him. He heard the distinct sound of metal and bone and soon his burden dropped to the ground. She had killer aim, his Ice Queen. He turned to her, still leaning against the wall, "thanks, Naekkeo!"
"Gil, behind you!"
Shit. Gil hissed as the knife sliced through his side. He turned, gripping his attacker's head and twisting with all the torque he had in his arms. "Shit."
"Three more!"
Gil chuckled, raising his fists again. He was lucky she was on his side. Three more men did come at him, but they were empty handed. Whomever had sent them didn't really intend on doing much if any real damage, it seemed. Or they didn't really have the resources for it. Nor the experience not to send them in the middle of the damn day.
The last one went down, a knife flying at him from the side and lodging in his thigh.
Gilgamesh looked around him in the remains of the alley market. The citizens had long ago fled, and the assailants were all taken care of in some form or another. He huffed, tugging at his shirt and jacket. He would have to have some of his boys clean the place up before any real police started sniffing around.
"Gil," Thena reached for him, grasping the lapel of his jacket. She pulled it, examining the blood on his shirt. "You're hurt."
"Ah, it's-" he paused, catching the look on his Ice Queen's face. He cleared his throat, shutting up rather than argue with her. He tugged at his sleeves. "Come on, let's get you somewhere safe."
"Let's get you sewn up, you mean," she growled at him, pulling him to her own driving escort parked just down the street. Close enough for an escape but not so close for their 'meeting' to be spied on. She opened her own door and practically threw him into the back of the limo.
"Geez," he grumbled as he sat himself up and she climbed in next to him. "Y'know, baby, I think your bedside manner might be a little lacking."
"Shut up," she glared at him as she closed the door behind her. "They'll take us back to my office. In the meantime, let me see."
Gilgamesh obeyed, wincing as he pulled his shirt up. "Thena, really, I don't think it's that bad."
"You'll have to call up the little heiress," Thena mumbled back as she examined the depth and length of the cut in question.
"You think this was her?"
"I think it was for me, and they didn't think we would be there...together."
"Oh," he blinked as she started pawing over him for signs of other injuries. "Oh!"
"Yeah, Gil, oh," Thena sighed, sitting back in the seat as they drove back to her end of town. She bit into her lip, shaking her head at him. "I can't say I blame her. I might even be impressed of her being so bold."
He also hadn't thought the little heiress would have it in her to call out someone as powerful and established as Thena. He didn't think this was really a hit, but certainly it was meant to intimidate her. As if his Ice Queen were the type to scare.
"It's not funny," Thena rolled her eyes at his chuckling, slapping his chest lightly.
"Well," Gil began, letting Thena continue prodding at his bruises and scrapes, "since this date got cut short-"
"It was not," Thena gave him a pointed look as she reached to the door and pulled out a mini bottle of vodka. She pointed a finger at him, "a date."
He moved forward to kiss the tip of her finger, but she moved it out of his reach and pressed him back into the seat by the chest again. He sighed, "fine. But either way, I think you owe me another...meeting."
"Oh, do I?" she flicked her eyes up to him only briefly before liberally pouring the ounce of premium vodka over his cut.
Gil hissed at the sting of it.
"Does this not prove how dangerous having our," Thena ran her tongue over her bottom lip in a flash, "meetings out in public is?"
Gil watched her as she applied a balm to his skin. It was just as much of an irritant as the liquor, maybe burned even more. But he kept his eyes on her, putting all her care into patching him up as best she could in the back of a car. He trailed his fingers down her wrist to her hand. "I still want to, though."
Thena sighed, leaning back again. She tilted her head at him, her hair slipping over her shoulder as she did. "We both know what this life means, Gilgamesh. This won't be easy."
"I don't want easy," he was quick to argue, pulling her to him, no matter the burn in his side and the soreness in his muscles. He pulled her in, smiling against her lips as her hand slipped under the collar of his shirt.
Thena moaned, their tongues meeting gently. Her fingers travelled over the tattoos creeping up to his neck. His hand left her hair to rest on her hip.
"I want you."
21 notes
·
View notes