#3am notes app

[esotericera]

if i lay here long enough and start to decompose will i finally find peace. will the bugs and the earth make good use from the ruins left of me.

[goosemixtapes]

G-U-I-L-L-otine

you can chop the king and queen

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

I love opening my notes app to something ive written while half asleep and have no memory of writing

[jamesisasimp]

Marauders men as cats

Regulus:

soft little prince

aloof boi

do not pick up or will scream

will forcefully burrow into your arms at three a.m. and demand cuddles tho

likes one brand of food and one brand only and the occasional saucer of milk

sassy bitch

will attack ankles

has sensitive ears

James:

the sweetest man

but for the love of god get this bitch a cat wheel he loves to ruuuuun

if you leave the room he'll follow you

lays on your keyboard when you're trying to work

plays fetch despite being a cat

snuggle sess at least once an hour

will sit in the window and observe neighborhood tea

Remus:

tired boi

snuggly boi

the best boi

he's usually sleeping in one of his favorite cozy, quiet spots

but will come out to make biscuits on you while you read

likes to watch tv

and have licks of ice cream

if you bought him a baby sling, he would stay in it and nap on your chest

super chill

Sirius:

do not pet after a bathing session

do not

only likes those cat treats that come in a tube

will steal your hairties and hoard them under the dresser

it's his collection

hides under blankets during storms

sings at the top of his lungs while you're sleeping

refuses to wake up until after 10 a.m.

Evan:

brings you dead things and stolen artifacts directly to your bed

a gentleman

but will occasionally knock your shit off the counter while making eye contact

he likes smol bites of watermelon

and bird watching

if a bug or mouse is in the house, will hunt and murder with expert precision

Barty:

feral bitch

literal agent of chaos

biites after giving kisses

fights his own reflection

will attempt to eat anything

anything

actually very smart but refuses to use a single braincell

will watch you shower (perv)

talks a big game, couldn't harm a fly

he's tried

[moonyflesh]

MARK HOFFMAN character analysis — (in the eyes of someone who’s rewatching the entire franchise).

— [no timestamps] • SPOILERS !

— (i have a ‘PETER STRAHM character analysis’ posted for those that keep asking!!!)

Mark Hoffman's character is one that is arguably rather divisive and hard to pin down, and I wanted to provide my thoughts on it as I think it may expose some ideas that haven't been discussed before. My thoughts are also from the perspective of looking back, so this is perhaps wrong and not how the directors or writers intended it, but, just the way I interpret the films.

I think the best way to describe Hoffman is as a murky/dirty body of water. This is because he is putting on an exterior face the majority of the time we see him, so we have to be careful how we read him. I think in the timeline, when we first see him around the timeframe John kidnaps him, he is a moral, decent man then. Clearly heavily effected by the death of his sister, and his killing of Seth Baxter, but still noticably removed from the Hoffminator we see in Saw VII.

But at this point lore wise, the first major character defining trait we observe from him is he believes in dispensing justice - just not the same as John, or the law. Seth Baxter for example, or in Saw IV when Hoffman covers for Rigg when Rigg punched Rex, even though Rigg was in the wrong. Hoffman saw Rex as deserving, and viewed what Rigg did as justice served, so he stepped outside the conventional methods of law and took his own actions for what he felt was right.

I don't think Hoffman ever completely bought into John's framework and moral philosophy when it came to rehabilitating suspects. In the flashbacks of John and Hoffman working together in Saw V, Hoffman seems uneasy about all of it, and reluctant. By the time of Saw III lorewise, and based off the body language and the way Costas plays him, (Saw V flashback of III) I feel it is very safe to say Hoffman was always planning to have an exit out of working with John. If Saw V established anything about his character, it's that he is a cold, quiet, calculating man who is also thinking one step ahead.

He is also seen to be critical of others, when he views them as not appreciating life. Such as the "all he had to do" line in Saw III, and him criticizing Rigg in the beginning of Saw IV for questioning his choice of being a cop. This may be an aspect picked up from John, it may be Hoffman's own judgmental side coming out. However, I think there is another very important aspect of Hoffman's character that is pivotal to understanding him, and why he acts the way he does: the sociopathy.

I don't believe this to be a natural part of his character, I think the more brutal elements were simply added as an attempt to add depth to him because his character was arguably all over the place with no real clear motivation. Which, personally I really like. It makes reading into him much more interesting. But, lorewise, I think it is safe to say the killing of Seth Baxter induced this sociopathy like a seed into Hoffman, and taking part in Jigsaw's schemes allowed the seed to grow.

Hoffman is a hard to read character, but the way I see it, he has a clear moral descent, because lorewise, the first time we see him and the last are two opposite moral extremes. Logically speaking, there has to be a descent. This descent, because of the writing, and Costas' acting, is complex to read. But 100% there. I believe it happens in the early days of working with John, but you could make an effective arguement for another specific time.

Regardless, in Saw VI, we observe elements of sociopathy and clear sadism influence his actions.

At this point, the morals and justification attempts Hoffman may have had when working with John earlier are quickly evaporating - Hoffman is clearly primarily acting out of self interest. This is that seed of sociopathy growing, and manifesting in cruel ways, such as listening to the audio of The Pound of Flesh Trap or grinning while pouring extra gasoline onto Erickson. Hoffman has always been more concerned with punishing wrong-doers than rehabilitating them as also seen when he carelessly dumps Timothy Young on the ground. It seems in Saw VI they really wanted to highlight this sadism of Hoffman's, which likely took time to manifest in his character.

As for Saw VII, I'd say it's clear Hoffman clearly has lost any trace of morals he once had. Saw VII was full of great ideas with mixed exectution, and one aspect that really suffered was the strategical intelligence that Hoffman previously displayed - being one step ahead. It was inconsistent in VII, from outsmarting Gibson with the machine gun but sending in dvds??? It could be understood as Hoffman's cockyness, and narcissism. But, Saw VII is a bizzare case to put it lightly, so I won't go too harsh on it. We just have to enjoy it for what it is.

I don't know if I'd describe him as a vigilante the same way as John. I think some may struggle with understanding his motivations because of how murky/neutral Costas plays him. (Which I personally enjoy). While I think there's a effective discussion to be had about how the shift towards vigilante killers in Saw as well as misunderstanding John Kramer's character hurts the later films, I do genuinely enjoy Hoffman's character and the depth it has.

Here’s basically a summary of why I fell in love with Hoffman’s character:

1.) There’s this hard to pinpoint, unclear-descent in morality through his behavior as the movies go on, making him so much more mysterious than Kramer- he doesn’t have nearly as much a reason as John to continue with the role of ‘Jigsaw’.

2.) He’s just a man seeking to dispense justice the way he sees fit— the definition of a ‘vigilante’.

3.) There’s a budding sadism/sociopathy that continues to grow the more he kills- making him less like John and more like Amanda (with the sole purpose of revenge instead of giving someone a second chance; opposite Kramer’s motive).

4.) There’s also an underlying narcissism in him that I think not only I, but a lot of the fandom seems to relate to (whether willingly or not).

[sheila--e]

I had to realize my vision from the other days textpost.

[solisitude]

hey. hey look at me. i am holding either side of your face. look. at me.

they're jily varients.

[classycoffeesublime]

I want to believe in the good again. That is why I want to collect thoughts people on tumblr have about their so/crush/friends. (Leave yours in the comments)

Mine is:

I miss you and the comfort you bring me. I am okay reassuring myself and I do not need the validation of others, but having you believe in me feels so good and so reassuring, like I don't need to make up all the things I can do but as if someone else saw those things in me too like it is the most natural thing

[polastristea]

[mishapen-moth]

hey folks is it gay to turn you and your transitive best friend invisible and take her for a lil fly over the nightmare forest to try and get some info on it during the absolute rager of a party your friends are throwing (that she started so you would stay) and then kiss in a tree before she skateboards away?

[esotericera]

i loved you too much to ever consider this an option

but now i know why i could never trust you

[rouphicc]

3 in the morning I find myself, awoke a relentless drumbeat of the clock,  preferably the time, my thoughts dig up a chance to reign ancient scars begin to pulsate unburying them over a battlefield like a combat unravelling -- between one’s heart and brain  the only wish my lips implore Wish i could bury my being  Under the depths of field’s core.

― Rouhy S.M.

[keydekyie]

People really type up paragraphs of text in their notes app?? Mine's full of band name and tee-shirt and goblin name ideas. Half this shit doesn't make any sense. I have one note that just says "Hello my name is Henra Johnman" what does that mean??? There's another note called "weird meal ideas" and the only entry is "French toast sandwich" girl that's just a Monte Cristo!!!

[foursaints]

saints!!! i just spent the better part of an hour trying to consume every available piece of content on your rosekiller!! i have never had such adoration for two fictional psychos. would you by any chance have any fic recs, or other times of media i can similarly engage with because i’m just obsessed with everything to do with foursaints!barty and foursaints!evan. THE PARASITES IN ME NEED IT

anon!!! ♡♡ this is so kind of you... I'm glad you are feeling the life-ruining obsession as well. people ask me for rosekiller fic recs a lot and i never know what to say.... you just have to start Hallucinating about them i think. genuinely

[ssongsboo]

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⟢ 널 망치러 온 거야 .ᐟ

the room was heavy with the scent of weed, the smoke swirling lazily through the dimly lit space as dey leaned back in his chair. he took a slow drag from the joint between his fingers, his eyes half-lidded as he exhaled, the smoke curling around him in slow, hypnotic patterns. he looked effortless, relaxed, his every movement almost too smooth, too confident, and it made you watch him more closely. you couldn't help but stare, the way his fingers wrapped around the joint. the strength and elegance in his hands, the grace in each movement. the way he held it near his lips- everything about it was so easy, so natural. his eyes flickered over to you, catching the way your gaze lingered, a small smirk playing on his lips. "you okay there?" he asked, a teasing edge in his voice, clearly noticing how you were staring. "are you looking at me or the smoke?" he teased, his voice low, a little raspier than usual. you blinked, your attention snapping back to him, but you couldn't help the flush creeping up your neck. "just..." you trailed off, not knowing how to explain how mesmerizing he looked as he smoked. a slight smirk pulled at his lips as he brought the joint back to his mouth, taking a slow drag before holding it just in front of you, an unspoken offer.

you hesitated for a moment, eyes flickering from the joint to his hand. the soft glow of it highlighted the strength in his fingers, the way they curved so naturally around it. your gaze lingered again and he noticed, his smirk deepening. "or maybe you're distracted," he murmured, voice low and teasing. he took another long hit, holding the smoke in his lungs for a moment before exhaling it slowly, the cloud of it drifting toward you. he held the joint out toward you again, urging you to share. but something about the way he offered it made you feel bold.

you swallowed, your pulse quickening as his hand remained near your mouth, waiting. unable to resist, you leaned forward, but instead of taking the joint, you let your lips brush over his fingers, feeling the slight roughness against your skin as you parted them and gently took his fingers into your mouth. the surprised look in his eyes quickly turned to something darker, his expression sharpening as he watched you. he let out a low, approving hum, his free hand taking over the joint, letting the haze of smoke fill the room before settling on your thigh, thumb brushing in slow, lazy circles as he watched you with an intensity that sent a shiver through you, his attention entirely on you now.

"didn’t expect you to take it that way," he murmured, his voice softer now, a slight rasp to it. you felt his grip tighten slightly, his thumb stroking slowly along your leg as you continued to savor the taste of him, the moment stretching between you like a slow-burning fuse. you could feel the warmth of his hand on your leg, steadying you as his fingers brushed over your lips, lingering there before he slowly pulled them back. but instead of wiping his hand, he brought his fingers to his own lips, his eyes locked on yours as he let his tongue trace over the lingering hint of your taste on his skin, savoring it with a satisfied smirk. "guess this is better than sharing." he murmured, voice rough as his gaze flicked up to meet yours. the look in his eyes told you he was far from finished. the tension between you was thick, his hand moving back to your leg, fingers tracing slow patterns as he leaned closer, his voice a low murmur. "and now i’m wondering what else you'll surprise me with."

[mad-girlslove-song]

tw: suicide

my notes app: when i kill myself leave my body at my mother's doorstep so she can eat me and give birth to me again and maybe this time around i'll make her proud

also my notes app: sweet potato taco recipe