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joxterparty · 6 months
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adam and zep in saw x :DD
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captaincryolicious · 2 years
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i'll answer some asks later today (im sorry for the delay again hhh) BUT i just found an old draft from over a year ago that i'm super excited for all of a sudden!! so hehe i finally have a bit of inspiration and motivation to write!!
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bringmefoxgloves · 8 months
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Some v informal and probably wrong Saw X tailer analysis with photos below the cut! SPOILERS WATCH THE TRAILER FIRST (tw for flashing jumpcuts and gore of course)
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Images 1 & 2: We have Billy on a tricycle!!! But we also have the woman who posed as a cured cancer patient, chained to what appears to be an anchor. Her pants and the anchor are visible in the next image, it appears she is being hung.
Image 3: John working on what appears to be a hollow bullet, maybe something like the shotgun key component of the Rack?
Images 4 & 5: One of the characters, assuming a nurse who was part of the fake procedure, made to cut off her leg (Anyone getting Lawrence vibes? Just me?) which is so helpfully marked.
Images 6, 7, 8: Man with scalpels duct taped to hands, and pipe bombs secured with barbed wire around his forearms. Clearly he survives his trap.
Image 9: Character! Who? We don't know.
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Image 10: Full shot of Amanda's Pig mask!
Images 11, 12, 13: Glass tube trap we see on the poster, but also notice the wires to his wrist/fingers, which mean the broken fingers are a part of his trap. Open end to the tubes suggest something is meant to travel down the tube to his eyes.
Image 14: Bathroom jumpscare! Don't know whose shoes are those but that looks like perhaps Zep's corpse on the edge of frame?
Image 15: Police investigation board..... I think
Image 16 & 17: Billy bringing out the tools to brain surgery pt 2 trap! Glad to see a crt television.
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Image 18: John hugging someone.... Perhaps Amanda?
Images 19 & 20: Woman waking up in backseat of car, smoking pouring in from vents.... Carbon Monoxide poisoning trap?
Image 21: GORE IS BACK BABYYYYYY Reminds me of Seth Baxter.....
Image 22: Close up on a random trap
Anyways those are some of the interesting images I pulled from the trailer!
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mo0nagedaydr3am · 11 months
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CRIMSON RIVERS LAST CHAPTER SPOILERS(rant)
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT. it’s ended. that’s it. the end. oh my mother fucking gods. wow. that was one hell of a ride. i’m in a sort of anesthetic world rn where it hasn’t hit me that this is the end but at the same time im also crying while typing this because WOW i have so many emotions rn but one thing i can say for sure is that zep is fucking brilliant and they’re amazing for giving us such an emotional and beautiful story like i’m just wow. i think it’s hit me now. i’m ranting now. SIRUS AND REMUS MAKING OUT WHILE SIRIUS IS IN A DRESS OMG I LOVE THEM LMAO. AND THEN SIRIUS IMMEDIATELY DROPPING EVERYONE FOR REGULUS ONCE JAMES CALLS HIM OH MY BABIES THEYRE SO AHH 😭 ZEP IS SO REAL FOR GETTING ATTACHED TO BROTHERS LIKE THEY LITERALLY OWN MY HEART. AND THEN THEM SITTING THERE TALKING AND REGULUS FUCKING THANKS SIRIUS FOR VOLUNTEERING FOR HIM AND HOLY SHIT THAT WAS LIKE YES YOU GO BABES OH IM SO PROUD OF THEM. THEYRE BROTHERS. AND I REMEMBER WHEN REGULUS WAS ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE “His older brother. Always his older brother”. AND THIS TIME IT WAS SIRIUS SAYING IT ABOUT REG “His little brother. Always his little brother” AND OH BROTHERS 😭🫶. and then james. JAMES POTTER THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. HE LET THE HORCRUX HORNET GO AND VANITY AND OH HES GROWING JUST LIKE REG AND THEYRE DOING IT TOGETHER TOO AND THEN THE KIDS OMG THEIR KIDS!!! Malcom, Marcel, Florimel, and Aster!!! THEYRE SO SWEET I LOVE THEM 😭 AND THEY MADE A SNOWMAN AND REGULUS PUT THE HAT ON IT OH THE HAT!!!! and then Evan…yea that’s where i started crying literally wasn’t even sad to me it was just the fact that it was Evan… OH REGULUS IS GROWING AND EVAN IN HIS DREAMS ACTUALLY REPRESENTING REGULUS’ HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AND HIMSELF AND HIM CLIMBING AND HE DID IT AND HE WOKE UP AND HES JUST SO HAPPY AHHH THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME OMG IM GONNA HAVE TO READ THIS ALL OVER AGAIN ARENT I? IM LITERALLY NEVER GONNA LET THEM GO THIS FIC CHANGED MY LIFE AND IM ALWAYS GONNA COME BACK TO IT HOLY SHIT THIS IS JUST😭❤️
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electrificata · 1 year
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top traxx off preacher's daughter by ethel cain these are not actually in order numbers are fake
"thoroughfare" do you like "fade into you" by mazzy star but wish it was almost 10 minutes long and way more doomed-feeling? vibes (to me) like some of led zep's folkier stuff, esp the outro
"gibson girl" a) this title really does it for me, really love the concept. b) rides the sexy/scary line the same way the weeknd's trilogy era did. c) horror movie version of "ride" by lana del rey
"family tree (intro)" hits the intergenerational-trauma-as-horror theme perfectly while still having an 80s arena rock drum sound. best lyrics on the album. i like this one better than the one later in the album.
"ptolemaea" what can i say that hasnt been said. would be personally thrilled abt the re-entry of heavy metal into the fringes of the pop world under any circumstances, the fact that its in the idiom of grotesque feminine horror? best possible scenario
"strangers" has to be here just for the concept (SPOILER if anybody cares: literally a song from the perspective about a woman dead and frozen and waiting to be eaten in a killers basement. what could be better"
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delving-verilly · 2 years
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April’s End
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Source: Erik Carter for Netflix (edit by @delvingverilly) Part 2 (2/?)
Summary: Anne accompanies Tom into town for supplies and gains more than she bargained for.
Word count: 2254
Pairing: Tom (from 'Make Up') x reader (Anne)
Warnings: Depression, smoking, mental health issues, flirting.
Author's note: Spoilers included for the film 'Make Up'. It's assumed you have seen the film to get the most out of this fic. 18+ only
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Source: https://www.stayincornwall.co.uk/handbook/best-places-cornwall-winter
Anne felt almost human after a hot shower, changing into dry, warm clothes and brushing her teeth. She piled old Great Aunt April’s bedding into the industrial-size washing machine along with her cardigan, jeans, socks, knickers and bra she’d been wearing for more than 48 hours. She instantly felt on her way towards a more comfortable stay. 
The invitation from Tom regarding surf equipment hung in her head, rotating around like fireflies in the dark. She missed surfing. She hadn’t been in the water since the year before her parents divorced. It hadn’t felt the same since, plus she had developed depression and anxiety and it all seemed too much to return to after so long. It used to be such a rush, often she would have to sit and relax afterwards just laying in the sand. Earthing herself because she was usually so emotional as a result of sharing space with the ocean. 
Maybe being so far away from home and so damn cold in the Celtic Sea would be just what the doctor ordered. Different enough to not trigger any bad stuff but get her out there again. 
She reached into the pockets of her black denim flares confirming keys, cards and phone were all in place. Stepping out into the darkening afternoon sky, she pulled her vintage mustard coloured corduroy lumber jacket around her chest and held it tight. The grey merino thermal under her Led Zep t-shirt protected her bones from the English chilly air. 
Thick dark blonde hair stuck out underneath the old knitted Rip Curl beanie she had inherited from her Dad, keeping the bottom of her ears and the back of her neck warm. She’d just lopped it all off, expecting to be entering the sweltering heat of the Australian Summer. She was now regretting her decision. Wishing there was more length around the back of her neck. 
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Tom was waiting for her patiently. He’d finished his repairs and been to see Shirley, to let her know he was taking care of Anne. Through the rare kindness of her heart (which was usually cast in the shadow of the pounds in time costings), she had granted Tom the remainder of the day off so he could help Anne get settled in. He coughed and uttered a curse word under his breath, frustrated considering there was only one hour left in his shift for the day.
He had cast off his uniform and had changed into his own clothing. Baggy jeans, work boots, baggy grey hooded jumper which looked like it had seen better days. He had his hands dug into the front pouch on the hoodie, collar of a flannel shirt poking out above the neckline, tails hanging out underneath. 
He jiggled the keys to the old park Range Rover in his pouch between his hands. He saw Anne come into view. Familiar feelings beyond his control. He shifted uncomfortably. She looked amazing. Pure lust he was sure. He definitely had a type. He had taught himself not to feel, but he still carried deep scars. What harm would there be in a fling? No, he couldn’t. He’d promised old Fred he would stop the playing around with guests. Especially since Fred had threatened to word Shirley up. He had tried so many things since Ruth left him for Jade. Drinking himself into oblivion, fucking the pain away with randoms, especially considering he had only been with Ruth to that point. 3 years, and that’s where it got him. Being cast aside for another woman. 
He was pulled out of the trance by Anne’s voice. 
“Caffeine… pleaaase… and I might just take you up in that offer to surf. No promises.”
They talked, stories about what led them to where they were. Shared interests, movie and music tastes and more. As soon as they started to draw close to conversation of personal depth, Tom seized up and rapidly changed the topic or shut down all together. He hadn’t met anyone like Anne. She was so open about her mental health issues and he found it odd but freeing at the same time. Subtle differences in culture. He wasn’t about to come out and tell her all about his breakdown, his alcoholism, his sleeping around. 
Anne read him as not being interested, chastising herself for being drawn to this guy she had literally just met. What was she thinking? Sure he was incredibly attractive, but it was the last thing she needed. To get attached to another guy who would only use her up and spit her out. She had always had a problem with giving herself to men in the hope that they would love her. How wrong she was. They would either take what they wanted and reject any depth, casting her aside when she started to press for (god forbid) feelings or a relationship. That’s even if the guy was interested enough to sleep with her. Regardless of her male friends telling her countless times that most men would bang anything - they didn’t have to be interested to get their end away. And that was meant to cheer her up. 
Walking through Tesco’s, they laughed about the colours of crisp packets. Anne explained that in Australia, blue were plain crisps. Tom demonstrated that in the UK plain crisps or ready salted were in fact red. A green packet? “Chicken flavour.” Anne stated. 
“Salt and Vinegar” Tom took his hand off the flavour name and they both chuckled at each other like children. Tom snuck a multi pack into the trolley and followed Anne up the coffee and tea aisle. 
“Have you got anything in mind for dinner?” Tom peered at the back of a giant jar of coffee. 
“I have no idea…” Anne looked a the rapidly filling trolley. 
“I’m doing spaghetti, you’re coming to mine. I have plenty. You bring the drinks.” Lack of conversation. Decision made. Anne wasn’t quite sure how to take Tom’s decisive demands, but given following his orders thus far had meant she was holding a semi-decent brew and walking around gathering food and things she didn’t figure it was a bad decision. 
A six pack of beer later and a trolley full of items, they were back in the car and heading to the park. 
“So, what is the break like here, and what are the tidal times like?” Anne looked out of the Passenger window across the small dunes that separated in parts to reveal foamy heads of waves. The air was getting colder, even though the wind had died down, and darkness had started to make its way across the sky. 
“I’ll check when we get back but we should be right if we get up early enough. It’s been a long…” he took his eyes off the road long enough to look across at Anne who was still spellbound by the view out the window, “…long time.” The last time Tom had gone into that water was an attempt to drown himself in a drunken state, until one of the workers spotted him and got Fred to pull him out. He missed the surf though, and it wasn’t advised to go it alone out there. 
After getting her things unpacked, puting the wet laundry into the dryer and changing the gas tank over, the duo settled into Tom’s van. Heater going, pot bubbling and beer cracked. It was the most simple spaghetti dish. Plain packet pasta, a tin of peeled tomatoes and a sprinkling of dried herbs from a container. To Anne, the fact that someone else had prepared it made the prospect of it positively gourmet. To be in a warm, dry environment with food, drink and company with the ability to converse was the apex of her time in England thus far. To top it off, they only needed some tunes. 
“What music have you got?” Anne scooted past Tom’s back as he started straining the pasta in the sink. 
He nodded his head to the side, gesturing towards an old wireless radio on the little shelf near the bedroom curtain, not taking his eyes off the strainer over the sink. 
A little old school country music played. It helped to bring the vibe into a more relaxed nature, settling things down, followed by eating and more conversation. 
Halfway through the meal Anne stopped, watching what Tom was doing intently. He was completely unaware, engrossed in folding forkfuls of the spaghetti mix into a slice of bread and doubling it over on itself to form a kind of pocket. He pushed it into his mouth, spilling out of the edges and smearing across the length of his thumb, which he cleaned, placing the length of it between his lush lips and sucking it clean with a smack. 
He looked Anne dead in the eyes, noticing she was watching how he ate. Instead of feeling self-conscious about it, he paused. Took a swig of his beer to clear his mouth and throat and moved his tongue around over his teeth, clearing them. Not breaking eye contact. 
Anne had trouble telling if he was angry at her, amused by her. Whether he was enjoying her company or found her annoying. She felt she was usually able to read most people but Tom was proving a challenge. The eye contact was getting uncomfortable, so she broke it. Tom laughed loudly. Unexpectedly. 
The energy instantly snapped into a different gear and Anne relaxed. They finished their meals and placed the dirty dishes in the sink. Cracking into the bread that remained, Tom snatched at Anne’s beanie - ripping it playfully off her head. 
“So what’s this all about? Looks like it has a story behind it.”. Anne went on to tell Tom stories of her Dad’s expeditions. Of the failed fishing trips, disastrous car breakdowns and being stranded on sandbanks in his boat all wearing that beanie. Tom pulled it over his thick curls, making Anne laugh as he tugged it into place on his eyebrows. He jutted his bottom jaw out, crossed his eyes and went into clown mode. It worked. Anne erupted into raucous laughter. To Tom it was instant reward, he let the edge of the beanie go and it snapped back to normal. He sat back proud as punch. 
Their laughter slowed and came to a natural conclusion. Love letters in the sand by Patsy Cline came on the radio, as Tom took the beanie from his head, reaching over and putting it gently back over Anne’s. She raised her hands up to adjust the hat and ended up accidentally grabbing Tom’s fingers. They paused for a moment. Just looking at one another. He was getting pulled in by the piercing storm grey of her eyes, she into his deep rich brown eyes. Fingers laced around the wool. Anne felt her tummy flip and knew she had to act but her head was wrecked from overthinking. 
She shuffled her bottom towards Tom over the little modular lounge they were sharing. He had taken one hand from hers by the beanie and placed it gently at her back, tracing down towards her hip, helping pull her closer. The other hand lowering and joining at her opposite hip as she wrapped both her arms around his neck. 
They kissed. Soft, searching for permissions they had already granted one another. Anne focused her lips around Tom’s thick bottom lip. Light pressure met with the very tip of his tongue, inviting her into further connection. Intertwined she let a hand move from behind his neck and run through the short curls at the nape of his neck. She took him im through all of her senses. The warmth woodsmoke smell of his cigarettes on his clothing. The hops of the beer on his tongue.
He moaned softly into her mouth, cutting the kiss as the song ended.
Patsy continued with ‘leaving on your mind’. He rested his forehead against Anne’s and closed his eyes, reaching up and clasping her hand. Withdrawing it from the back of his head and holding it. Bringing it to rest back against her own lap. 
“I’m sorry… I can’t” He cleared his throat, jumped up, turned the radio off and walked over to the sink, starting to busy himself clearing up. Even though it felt so right, he had made a promise to Fred and truly himself. That he has to have a bit more self respect and respect for the women he would have otherwise taken his selfish needs out of. He felt bizarre saying no, and parts of his body rebelled. He shifted at the sink uncomfortably. 
Anne was in shock and full of shame. She wanted to ask if he was alright, offer to help clear up, but she was so very embarrassed at being the one to have made that move only to have it halted that she wanted the ground to open and swallow her. 
Same old patterns. Like a guy? Something good happening? Reel him in with sex. Only this one was so like so many others she had been rejected by and simply didn’t see her like that. She was stuck in ‘friend’ mode yet again. One of the boys. She never wanted to be an overly feminine girl but always wished she was at times like these. Even though she knew he was kissing her back. He must have been a little drunk. She knew she was. 
“I… uh…. “ she stood up awkwardly and stumbled through the van. “I’m going to.. thank you for the..” she opened the door. It was freezing cold. She couldn’t see a thing, but knew if she kept walking straight she would eventually come upon April’s van. 
“No… wait… “ Tom yelled out after her but she was gone. 
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Il y a des jours avec, et des jours sans. Aujourd'hui, ce sera un jour sans Dr Rathatton, qui n'a pas apprécié de se peler les noisettes toute la nuit (une petite couverture, ça ne nous suffira pas), et ne se sent pas bien :(
Du coup, je me balade ce matin autour de notre auberge, et je tombe sur le temple le plus étrange de l'univers ... D'un côté, une représentation TRÈS graphique de ce qui arrive aux petits enfants pas sage (je n'ai pas zoomé pour les âmes sensibles)...
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Et de l'autre, un couloir magnifique rempli de ces drôles de sculptures tressées colorées !
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Forcément, si on te propose le premier choix ou le second, ça motive à devenir un bon élève bouddhiste !
Il y a aussi un espèce de guerrier géant posé avec son caillou, tout à fait en mode "MA cacahouète". (Mais déprimé)
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Sur le chemin du retour, je passe devant la maternelle (qui nous aura fait entendre des chants sympas ce matin, je pense à la levée du drapeau). Oui, entre ça et la ZEP du 93, on ne commence pas tous avec les mêmes chances dans la vie.
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M'étant trouvé un petit dej, j'attrape une portion de riz pour Clem, et direction la maison. A midi elle se sent mieux, et propose d'aller se poser au bord du lac réservoir qu'on a vu la veille sur internet. Clem se pose tranquillement pendant que je suis un sentier de randonnée censé faire deux heures de balade autour du lac.
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Et maintenant, jouons à un jeu avec Annette : trouvez le sentier sur ces photos !
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Bon, spoiler alerte, le sentier étant moins bien entretenu que la barbe de papa à son retour de Compostelle, je galère beaucoup BEAUCOUP à le trouver, et je ne me vois pas abandonner Clem à son sort pendant que je vadrouille 3h perdue dans la jungle, je fais donc demi tour au bout de trente minutes. C'était quand même sympa !
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Dernier arrêt par les sources chaudes de Chiang Dao, dont je profite seule car Clem n'est pas très tentée. Elle se sent de nouveau pas terrible, donc on repart vers l'auberge où elle fait actuellement la sieste !
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(non, vous n'aurez pas la photo grimaçante de la trempette dans la rivière)
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CR SPOILERS AND I DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THE BREAK THING
(have not yet finished the chapter) the Albus and aberforth scene when i KNOW the girls are out for Albus' blood??? oh no oh no oh no. zep you have to stop giving me sibling relationships that hit me square in the heart
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glitchydyke · 1 year
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HIIII MJ USE THIS ASK TO TALK ABT SAW IF YOU WANT🎤🎤🎤 !!!!!!!!!!!!!
HI JINX HI JINX whoa that’s like the word hijinks. crazy
okay so i know ur not like. gonna watch saw but. heads up for super heavy spoilers for the first movie ofc
OKAY SO. saw is abt gore and torture yes yes whatever but oh my god it’s also abt life and death and the fragile mortality of humans and the fact you should appreciate your life while you still have it because there is so much beauty in the world that you deserve to see and the fact that nobody is ever too broken to be fixed and you are always worthy of redemption and. christ
i’ve watched the first 3 movies so far and my favourite is the first one bc. ADAM. GRIPS YOU. FUCKING ADAM. he’s this scrawny photographer who doesn’t really appreciate his life and makes a living being hired to stalk ppl and take photos of them <33 hes suchhh a weirdgirl like that
so he wakes up chained to the pipe in a shitty derelict bathroom. also sopping wet. like hes literally a wet cat i cannot stress this enough. soggy man. and on the other side of the room, another man is chained to a pipe in the same way he is, and in the middle of the room is a dead body just chillin <3 the other guy introduces himself as dr lawrence gordon and also hes gay but we’ll get to that later
SO they both understandably panic (lawrence less so bc hes been awake for longer and has already done the screaming for help thing) until they eventually begin actually talking to each other and trying to figure things out. they find a tape in each of their pockets and manage to reach a tape player from the dead guy in the middle of the room. they play the tapes and are both introduced to their game: lawrence has to kill adam by 6, and adam has to escape without um. dying
lawrence’s tape also said follow your heart in a whisper after the main message, and they follow this clue to a toilet with a heart drawn on it and find two hacksaws in the toilet lid. for a while they try to cut through their chains, but it doesn’t work and adam ends up breaking his saw :( lawrence then realises the saws are meant to be used to cut off their feet, not cut through their chains
they uh. do not want to do this ofc so they start talking to each other, and across the movies they find out a few things about each other. lawrence’s wife and daughter are being held hostage as motivation for him to kill, lawrence was accused of being the jigsaw killer a few months ago, and adam was hired by a former detective to follow adam and take pictures of him. adam also reveals he found some of his pictures along w the hacksaws, and recognises one of them as one he didn’t take - a photo of a man standing by the window in lawrence’s house.
they start to figure out who’s put them there and what’s happened, and eventually there’s call from the man holding lawrence’s family hostage that ends in gunshots. lawrence uh. freaks out and upon hearing his family in genuine danger he takes his saw and. gets rid of his foot <3 he then crawls over to the dead body, takes a gun from it, and shoots adam. the man holding lawrence’s family hostage (zep) then walks in and prepares to kill him since he didn’t technically win the game since it was after 6 by the time he killed adam. shit gets real fucked and THEN adam turns out to not b dead bc hes a real one like that and he beats zep to death w a toilet lid until lawrence crawls over to him and stops him
and they then have. the gayest fucking scene. they’re lying on the bathroom floor, scared and cold and covered in blood, and they fucking grip each other like they’re each other’s lifelines. lawrence holds adam’s face, adam grasps lawrence’s shirt, their faces are pressed against each other, and they’re so fucking close and desperate and they’re the only thing in the world to each other at that moment and it drives me INSANE. i can’t even describe it enough it’s genuinely cinematic history i promise you. i need you to look at this oh my god
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lawrence then says he has to go get help or else he’s gonna bleed out, and crawls away while adam reaches for him, tells him to stay, begging for him not to leave him. lawrence promises to bring someone back, and leaves the room. adam tries to find a key to his chain on zep’s body, but only finds a tape player - and when he plays it, he finds that zep was also only a part of this game, not the mastermind of it. and then the body in the middle of the room moves. the jigsaw killer, the man who kidnapped them and tortured them was with them all along.
he tells adam the key to the chain was in the bathtub he woke up in, and it went down the drain when adam accidentally pulled the plug when he woke up - meaning adam was always given a way out, but lost it before he even knew he has it. adam tries to shoot him, but he’s electrocuted and the man heads towards the door. the lights turn out, adam reaches out desperately, screaming and terrified and frantic, so close to escape. the man looks at him. says game over. the door closes. adam is left to die, and the credits roll as his screaming fades away.
AND IT DRIVES ME FUCKING INSANE. adam won his game. do you fucking understand. he won. he was meant to stay alive until six, and he did. he was left to die because of a single mistake, because he lost a key he didn’t even know he had. he watches as the person he’s been closest to and furthest away from maims himself in a desperate act of survival. he clings to lawrence as their blood mixes between them. he screams and cries and begs to not be left alone. he learns the person who orchestrated everything was right beside him the whole time. he spends days in that bathroom, chained and cold and alone and in the dark, waiting desperately for lawrence to come back. waiting to be saved. just fucking waiting. do you think he had hope? even when hours passed? when a day passed? as he squinted through the darkness at the clock on the wall and realised hes lost count of the hours? knowing lawrence went out in a labyrinth of walls and pipes, bleeding and missing a limb, not knowing where to go? knowing that his only chance of survival could be dead on the floor right down the hallway? hoping desperately that the man he’s come to love so much managed to get out. hoping someone, anyone, will please fucking come back for him?
and then days later, someone does. an apprentice, a follower of jigsaw, feeling bad for him and wanting to help. and her help comes in the form of a plastic bag over his head, blood in his mouth, and all oxygen leaving him. she says she’s freeing him. he’s never felt more trapped.
lawrence’s task was to kill adam. adam’s task was to live.
and somewhere, lawrence survives.
and in the bathroom, adam dies.
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doomednarrative · 2 years
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I keep trying to figure out how to word my thoughts about Saw so I can give my own little proper review but...how the hell do I even start honestly??
(Spoilers ahead obviously if you haven’t seen the movie)
I’ll be the first to admit I’m behind on a lot of pop culture stuff. There’s a lot of movies I haven’t seen and so much other media I have yet to experience, so maybe that colors my view here, but...I’ll be dead honest, Saw 2004 is one of the best movies I’ve ever seen.
From a writing standpoint it’s so perfectly well done. The way the narrative goes about dealing information slowly in pieces to the viewer as the story goes on, making you think you finally understand the what and why of it all. That is, until it pulls the damn rug out from under you at the very last minute to reveal the fucking body in the room has been alive and responsible for this whole time...it got me!! I didn’t expect it!!
It makes you think that Zep is the one who did it and You Believe It because you remember!! You remember how Lawrence spoke to him back in the hospital!! He hand-waved his concerns about treating his patients with more humanity, and when you see Zep later, even though the saw trap is obviously a Very extreme thing to put Lawrence into as a consequence for his behavior that Zep experienced, you’re willing to believe it because between that information and the fact that you learn about Lawrence’s affair, you know now that he’s not the best person. He’s flawed, and so suddenly you understand how he landed here and why and you believe in the narrative of Zep being the one to set it up. It adds up when that’s all the information you have.
And then Adam...ough god I want to know more about him. The fact that he lands here because he’s doing skeevy work, spying on folks for money and taking pictures without their consent. The fact that he happened to land a job with the One person who would end up tying him to Lawrence is such a good and yet Believable piece of writing, because of how the story establishes Lawrence and Tapp’s connection due to Lawrence being an original suspect in the Jigsaw crimes!! The fact that Adam is the one who catches Lawrence with the very alibi that likely saved his damn skin from being arrested for the crimes the first time, and then that’s what lands them both in the trap together...
The fact that both men were being shitty in very different directions with their life and career choices and had obvious relationship problems and that this is what ends up landing them both in the trap together...they intertwined their own fates without even meaning to and it all was both orchestrated by Jigsaw but also seems to be by pure chance that their paths crossed at the same time. It’s tragically poetic in a very morbid way that they both ended up there and that despite how fucked up the situation is as a whole, you understand how their own actions landed them in this shitty bathroom chained up together.
I’m just...I do get it now. I do get why everyone else was losing it over this movie. Once again I am having many many emotions and I’m going to go lay on the floor and ruminate over it all until I can be more coherent again~
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You know what, I’m gonna go with the Commodore 64 home computer!
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nextdoorginger · 2 years
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ZOEY CLARKE Zoey's Extraordinary Christmas (2021)
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sy5starplaty · 2 years
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Merry almost Christmas. Merry? Is it? Is it actually merry? I'm sorry, but, like, what does that even mean? At what other point in the year do we ever tell each other merry anything? Zoey's Extraordinary Christmas (2021)
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WE NEED A LITTLE CHRISTMAS Zoey's Extraordinary Christmas (2021)
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zoeysplaylistgifs · 2 years
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ZOEY'S EXTRAORDINARY CHRISTMAS (2021)
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stevenrogered · 3 years
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What are you doing? I am dueting with you. I know this one. And I feel the same way.
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