#Hoffman process

[nativeyoga]

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[ravioligobbler9000]

YOU'RE KIDDING THAT I JUST MET COSTAS FUCKING MANDYLOR WHILE I WAS OUT DINING IN A RANDOM PLACE. THE GUY FUCKING TOLD ME HE HAS BEEN LIVING IN THE SAME ISLAND AS ME FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS.

THE MAN GAVE ME LIKE FOUR FUCKING HUGS AND TOLD ME WHAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN IN SAW 11 AND THAT MARK DIDN'T ACTUALLY DIE AFTER SAW 3D

THEN HE TOLD ME TO WAVE AT HIS WIFE AND KID, AND THEN HE SHOOK HANDS WITH MY DAD AND INVITED HIM FOR A DRINK AND SAID HE DID A GOOD JOB RAISING ME.

THEN HE GAVE ME ANOTHER HUG AND WENT ON HIS MERRY WAY

COSTAS MANDYLOR YOU FUCKING MADMAN I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

EDIT: Mark being alive has nothing to do with saw 11, he made it very clear that saw 11 will just be a prequel, also he didn't say the actual plot of the next movie, he just told me Mark would be appearing more than in X, i misspoke up there cause i was in the heat of the moment.

Don't wanna get sir Costas in any trouble cause he was the sweetest guy ever.

[transpierced]

saw vi is like edging for ppl with competence kinks because hoffman will pull off some of the hottest, most mouth-watering and brutal quick thinking i've ever seen in my life and then, just to shake it up, just to keep me humble, he'll make some utterly incomprehensible decision like using strahm's fingerprints to cover his tracks again, despite the fact it clearly didn't work the first time. and he does it in a room he was gonna set fire to anyway. the money i would pay for a single glimpse into his mind

[inkblotdemon]

uh oh! 💘

[latenightsundayblues]

Moving Out, 06/25/1982

Hand in glove I stake my claim

I'll fight to the last breath

If they dare touch a hair on your head

I'll fight to the last breath

For the good life is out there somewhere

So stay on my arm, you little charmer

But I know my luck too well

Yes, I know my luck too well

And I'll probably never see you again

[jtownraindancer]

totally normal conversations to have with your best friend pt. 1

[bloodshotgun]

what do you mean. he's right there

[specialneedz]

mark "the slut" hoffman

(reblogs > likes)

[caesarsaladinn]

I have passed organic chemistry II. not well, not with any glory, but I have passed the class and that's fucking good enough

[motherdanger]

don't ask me why im listening to "cartoon heroes" by aqua on repeat while drawing mark hoffman i have no reasonable explanation

[rabbitdepraved]

how he hesitates to leave the room and looks back at it one more time before leaving to start the game.

The contemplation on his face as he’s not fully professing what he’s about to do, not fully understanding what he’s about to put those he knows through.

I need you to set up a game... that may not be entirely clear to you right now.

[sgiandubh]

Critics' Choice Awards, 2025. Let's go!

She wears Prada tonight, which is interesting and also looks like a huge relief recently hit her:

First red carpet shots:

Where is that damned ring, anyways?

That long gone light seems to be back on her face. I wonder what might have happened, in the meanwhile:

Gareth Bromell, always serviceable:

I downloaded the reel and slowed it down, at a 0.25 speed ratio. Here is what I saw, in what clearly was a rented sort of space/serviced flat, while preparing for the event.

A third person is in that room. Nope, that is clearly a blonde young woman and her sleek, black handbag:

Clearer, my God, to Thee:

Handbag and silver glasses case (?):

This is how C, a very touchy-feely person, playfully thanks/encourages her queer hairdresser. I can honestly assure you this is nowhere near what I saw at that Taylor Swift concert, with S:

The black overcoat/whatever on the far right (blue arrow) belongs, I believe, to the Blonde Young Woman, who is wearing matching pants:

Now, for the million dollar question: who is that Blonde Mystery Woman?

It's not Karla Welch, her stylist tagged by Gareth. This is Karla Welch:

We know Karla Welch was there today, working. But not on that reel, nope:

Is it Mary Wiles, her MUA?

This is Mary Wiles...

... who was also skin prepping her for the event, in that room. But not on that reel:

Is it the third person tagged by Bromell, Grace Wrightsell, stylist and self-awoved 'lover of tchotchkes'?

Clearer:

I think so, or at least, I am reasonably leaning towards it. The nose, forehead, smile and hairstyle are a very good match with Mystery Blonde Woman:

I mean, it's hard to tell, with that appalling light and no makeup, as compared to this pic of Mrs. Wrightsell in full battledress (delicious East Coast style, by the way):

She was there, too. Tagged Bromell and two other stylist friends, Caroline Ninger and Maya Heslow. None of which look like Blonde Mystery Woman (you can go check, I am done with following dead tracks, tonight):

Five stylists to prep C. Important moment, apparently and one in which *** would definitely like to be directly involved (relevant in a very short while, below).

Residual theory: could it be The Nanny and not at all the above glamorous apparition? I mean, why not, after all, but there is way too little evidence to circumstantiate that. Could it be a minder/PA? Yes, but in fact, no. Minders/PAs don't play along all the prepping process and they tend to keep to their job description (remember McGill sultrily dragging that accoutrement bag on a wet sidewalk, with no C in sight, some years ago?).

And *** was prominently there, of course:

Mrs. Allison Hoffman, President, Domestic Networks for ***. Nope, not The Mystery Blonde Woman, either. Took me a while, as both look fairly generic Anglo-Saxon.

And then, we have this weird interview, just in on YouTube:

Just two things, as I take them verbatim for our Spanish girls:

Access Hollywood Journo (AHJ)- 00:45: 'You and S have such great chemistry, talk to me about your bond off-camera, cause I know you guys really support each other...'

C: 'Yeah, I mean, look, we've been such good mates and we've sort of... we've varied (?), we've made a very conscious decision back in Season 1, like a million years ago, that we have to have each other's backs and we've kinda stuck to that, and I was texting with him yesterday, and he's great, you know, he's living his best life at the moment, so...'

AHJ: 'He kinda... I remember him (scrambled..) he's like a big outdoorsman, like he's very into the ..'

C:'Yeah, he got the whole keep fit bug, I did not. Sooo... anyway...'

Wait a minute, Mrs. B, you don't have 'the keep fit bug' and yet you ran a marathon (ah, those romantic pics with McGill... 😅😅😅😅) and allegedly prepare to run another half-marathon in Paris, shortly? Wow. I am shocked.

Also, Mrs. B, you don't have 'the keep fit bug' and you keep literature like this on your bookshelves? Blimey. I should consider buying an orthodontics treatise, then.

[ Remember how I landed here, ROFLMAO? https://sgiandubh.tumblr.com/post/720483288334090240/it-all-starts-with-a-smoke-alarm]

But sure, go ahead, treat your Stans and the Casuals with formulaic, semi-annoyed BS like this. Especially when Mrs. Hoffman is around, mind you. That contract ain't over, yet.

To save the best for last, let's draw The Husband card from that tarot deck. Always, always a success with The Masses:

AHJ: '(...) who is your biggest fan?'

C:' Who's my biggest fan? Oh... whoa...I hope my husband' [contrived laughter].

'I hope.' What?! "I HOPE'? Hello?

Just two quick notes. If her face could speak by itself, while her brain was scrambling to quickly answer something to that question, we'd probably hear Bridget Jones' most famous line ever:

Also, her Irish brogue was back at full speed. Something we know she always does when she is really, really pissed.

But wouldn't you like to know who was C's +1 at that event, after all?

Come on, I know you do. All of you, ladies. Even the people in the back who snoop in here without logging in, from a different browser and then send Anons across the street with The Scoop (ROFLMAO).

Here is who I think was C's +1 tonight:

Karolina Wydra, her best friend ever. And yes, the picture was taken on behalf of the Critics' Choice Association, unlike many of the whole lot, which makes it almost official.

We were told so.

Something is definitely going on. Enough said, this post is horribly long, but I tried my very best.

Anyways Kathy Bates won. But that was really a no brainer.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Empathy

Empathy - understanding a person from their frame of reference rather than one’s own, or vicariously experiencing that person’s feelings, perceptions, and thoughts. Empathy does not, of itself, entail motivation to be of assistance, although it may turn into sympathy or personal distress, which may result in action.

The term ‘empathy’ comes from the German word Einfuhlung, which means “projecting into” (Ganczarek, Hünefeldt, & Belardinelli, 2018) and may explain why empathy is considered the ability to place yourself in someone else’s shoes.

Part of the difficulty defining empathy is that it comprises multiple components.

For example, Hoffman (1987) argued that empathy in children develops across 4 different stages and that each stage lays down the foundation for the next:

Global empathy or ‘emotion contagion,’ where one person’s emotion evokes the same emotional reaction in another person (or the observer).

Attention to others’ feelings, where the observer is aware of another person’s feelings but doesn’t mirror them.

Prosocial actions, where the observer is aware of another person’s feelings and behaves in a way to comfort the other person.

Empathy for another’s life condition, where the observer feels empathy toward someone else’s broader life situation, rather than their immediate situation right at this instance.

Fletcher-Watson and Bird (2020) provide an excellent overview of the challenges associated with defining and studying empathy. They argue that empathy results from a 4-step process:

Step 1: Noticing/observing someone’s emotional state

Step 2: Correctly interpreting that emotional state

Step 3: ‘Feeling’ the same emotion

Step 4: Responding to the emotion

Empathy is not achieved if any of these 4 steps fail.

This multi-component conception of empathy is echoed across other research. For example, Decety and Cowell (2014) also posit that empathy arises from multiple processes interacting with each other. These processes are:

Emotional: The ability to share someone else’s feelings

Motivational: The need to respond to someone else’s feelings

Cognitive: The ability to take someone else’s viewpoint

Empathy vs. Sympathy & Compassion

The 3 terms are often confused with each other, because they are often used when referring to someone else’s feelings. For example, in response to a friend’s bad news, do you feel empathy, sympathy, or compassion? The terms are used in similar contexts, but they refer to different behaviors.

From the definitions provided above, empathy involves interpreting, understanding, feeling, and acting on other people’s feelings. Empathy is a multidimensional process and relies on affective, cognitive, behavioral, and moral components (Jeffrey, 2016). Remember, empathy is the ability to adopt someone else’s viewpoint or to put yourself into someone else’s shoes.

Sympathy is the feeling of pity for someone else’s misfortune or circumstances.

Compassion is the desire and act of wanting to alleviate someone else’s suffering. Compassion includes the affective components of empathy and sympathy, but it is accompanied by an action to change the circumstances of the person who is suffering (Sinclair et al., 2017). A compassionate act can also result in our suffering alongside the other person; this is referred to as co-suffering. Compassion is also linked to altruistic behavior (Jeffrey, 2016).

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ More: Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[fromtheriverseine]

This post is a bit long, but we hope you'll stick with it.

Hello to everyone reading this post, it's Lunar New Year in Korea. First, let me wish you a very happy new year🥰🐍!

Earlier, I posted a picture of the dolls from zoologic, and my friend is very happy because she got a lot of responses saying how cute they are! Yes, that's right, this doll company is actually where my friend is just starting out. Since my friend sent me a message, I'm posting it for her.

Thank you so much for your love for our dolls! We had no idea it will blow up like this. We’re called ZOOLOGIC and we’re based in South Korea.

Our dolls are about 33cm tall, and they can wear Disney’s babydoll clothes, But we have a few domestic artists that are making fitted clothes for them! Currently we have released two types: Hoppang (Tiger) and Manju (Wolf). We plan to make a variety of animals in the future though!

We’re not sure exactly when, but we plan to open online overseas sales this year! You can meet our dolls at the Feb. 22nd Project doll held at the DDP Plaza in Seoul, and we plan to visit Taiwan in May to attend Mr. hoffman’s toybox event on the 10th. We’re still in the process of making an English website, so stay tuned!

You can follow up on us through our Social media like twitter and Instagram in the mean time :) Thanks again!

PS. zoologic's Twitter(X) account is here!

https://twitter.com/zoologic_bjd

[visceravalentines]

hey you're the only person who's ever been right about anything actually and I just needed these tags on my blog. tysm

i like saw 3D if i’m in the right headspace to disassociate it from the prior 6 movies but aside from lawrence’s rightfully bemoaned character assassination hoffman’s personality shift is also more than a little upsetting

[macabrebatz]

CLUELESS

(Mark Hoffman/F!Reader)

Summary: You're a bit oblivious and miss every sign that Mark is hopelessly in love with you

Author’s Note: First time writing about Mark, let’s goooo! Fair warning, I haven’t watched the Saw movies in their entirety in a while. I’m still in the process of rewatching the movies so I’m not sure how in character Mark is here. But I tried, and I think this is sweet. I really enjoyed writing it. Also this is part of a request! @stygianoir requested that I do this same concept with Vincent Sinclair and Charles Lee Ray so they’ll be next.

Warnings/tags: Fluff, no use of y/n, fem reader, you don’t know Mark is Jigsaw’s apprentice, Mark gets sick (kind of), bro’s in love and you have no clue, Mark both hates and loves being in love, literally just 2000 words of Mark yearning hard

Word count: 2.2k

The first time Mark saw you at the bar, he didn’t say anything. Not at first. You had come in and sat at the end of the bar, ordering a drink for yourself. He had watched you from across the bar for almost an hour, unbeknownst to you. He wasn’t having a good day. To be fair, he wouldn’t describe most days as good days. But something in him perked up just a bit when you sat down at the bar.

He was practically a regular in the hole-in-the-wall bar the two of you sat in. He recognized all of the regulars when he would come in and ask for his usual drink. You were a new, fresh face. A pretty face.

He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or his ego but he eventually found himself sauntering over to you, sitting on the stool beside you. He offered to pay for your next drink, which you happily accepted. And before you knew it, you were deep into a conversation with him.

“So you’re investigating that Jigsaw killer they’re talking about? God, I can’t even watch the news without getting a little freaked out. Makes you always want to glance over your shoulder, you know?” you said.

The topic of conversation was sobering for him, for reasons that were beyond you. He couldn’t help but wonder how you’d react knowing his secrets. He wondered if you’d scream. If you’d turn him in to the police (as if he’d let you). But those thoughts were pushed to the side as he watched your face as you spoke.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. There’s more of a…pattern to these things,” he said.

And with that said, the conversation shifted to more lighthearted talk. Every time you smiled or laughed, Mark could feel something in him flutter. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he welcomed it. He wanted to keep feeling whatever you were doing to him.

You kept coming to the bar after that, meeting up with Mark almost like he was a lifelong friend. He could’ve sworn he had never spent this much time just talking to someone before. And he wasn’t complaining, he loved every second of it.

Little did you know, you were driving the man crazy. He’d fall asleep at night thinking of you. Sometimes it felt like he was counting down the days until he’d see you.

A month had passed, and you and Mark had ventured out of the bar for your little get-togethers. The two of you would take walks in the park or sometimes you’d convince him to hang out at the mall.

You didn’t consider these dates. You didn’t think Mark liked you in that way. Another one of your friends had teased you when you told them about Mark. They poked you in your rib and asked when was the next time you were seeing your “boyfriend”. And you had immediately shut that down.

“He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a friend. He doesn’t like me like that.”

To you, he was a really good friend. A really sweet one at that. And you were happy to be in his presence. You wouldn’t mind Mark liking you. You thought he was handsome and kind. He made you feel safe and sometimes there was a deep longing inside of you that was just calling for him. You often felt like he understood you in ways that others didn’t. But he would never be your boyfriend. You were sure of it. So you pushed those feelings down. You highly doubted Mark liked you the same way you liked him anyway.

But oh, you were so wrong. And you didn’t even know it. Mark may have not been your boyfriend, but he sure wanted to be. The only issue is that you weren’t that receptive to his flirting. A part of him wondered if it was him. Was he really that bad at flirting? Or did you just not find him attractive? He soon came to realize that it wasn’t either reason.

You seemed…clueless. Almost like you had never been flirted with before. He kind of thought it was cute. Mildly frustrating, but cute nonetheless. He just wasn’t sure how to make it clear that he was in love with you besides being extremely blunt about it. Not many things scared Hoffman, but love confessions were a new type of fear he hadn’t even realized he had. So he decided to not think about it, as hard as that was. He was head over heels for you but he was patient. Maybe all you needed was time. Maybe you’d realize that the detective was in love.

Mark had kept himself busy with work. It was the only way to distract himself from you. It didn’t always work though. Sometimes thoughts of you clouded his mind even when he was supposed to be thinking of other things. You had become a distraction. An irresistible one at that. There were a few times where he had tried to tell you how he felt but he could never get out what he wanted to say. No woman had ever made him feel this way. He was never nervous or shy around women. But when you were around he would get a lump in his throat. That fluttery feeling would rise within him and he didn’t know what to make of it.

Months passed and you were still unaware of Mark’s feelings about you. You had grown to consider him your best friend. He was a much-needed presence in your life. Unfortunately, that presence had been absent for several days. You hadn’t heard from Mark for almost a week. It was odd because he often called you every other day, or you would see each other in person. Your calls were going unanswered and when another week passed, you were riddled with worry.

You found yourself at his apartment, knocking on the door. There was no answer.

“Hey, Mark. It’s me. I just wanted to check on you,” you said, knocking once more.

And that did the trick. You heard shuffling on the other side of the door and then it opened. Mark stood there, looking rather exhausted. He was wearing slacks and a light grey button-down shirt, which was open, revealing a white tank top underneath. He didn’t look particularly happy. In fact, there was a bit of a scowl on his face.

Your eyes drifted over him, stopping at his neck. Across his skin was a line of stitches. You reached for him, almost instinctively, tracing the skin near the stitches. His face softened, the scowl fading away. If only you knew what your touch was doing to him.

“What happened? Where have you been?” you asked, quietly.

“Been a bit under the weather lately,” he said, gritting his teeth a bit.

Which wasn’t a lie. He felt like shit. His job and the added factor of being down bad for you wasn’t making matters any better.

“Sick for two weeks?” you asked.

“Mhm.”

“And what about this? Gonna explain it?”

You pressed down on the skin of his neck, which caused him to hiss a bit.

“Work-related accident,” he said.

You moved your hand further up, resting the back of your palm on Mark’s forehead. He was burning up.

“I think you have a fever,” you said, concerned.

“I’ll be fine,” Mark said.

“Can we take your temperature to ease my mind?” you asked, taking your hand off his forehead.

The sudden lack of contact could’ve made Hoffman cry, but you were none the wiser. He huffed and nodded his head. He didn’t like the idea of someone trying to take care of him, but for you, he would make the exception.

“Come in,” he said.

He moved out of the doorframe, letting you walk inside before closing the door.

“I can’t believe you came all this way to check on me,” he said as he sat down on the couch.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my friend,” you said.

Hoffman watched you from his place on the couch. Your back was facing away from him as you went through his medicine cabinet. You were familiar with his apartment from your previous visits. You pulled out a thermometer and a bottle of Tylenol almost absentmindedly. It was as if you had lived there for years and something about that drove Mark wild. Thoughts of you living with him flashed in his mind as you made your way to the couch.

“Open,” you said, as you sat down beside Mark.

Mark opened his mouth, letting you place the thermometer under his tongue. After a few seconds, the thermometer beeped and you pulled it out of his mouth, examining the temperature displayed on the tiny screen.

“Jesus, you do have a fever,” you mumbled.

“I’ll be fine,” Mark said.

“Sure, after we break your fever,” you said.

You stood up, going back into the kitchen. You grabbed a glass and filled it with water. You brought it back to him, placing it in his hand. You then too put two Tylenol pills into his other hand. Mark took the medicine and drank down the glass of water.

“It’s just a fever. I’ll be okay,” Mark said.

“I know, I know. I was just worried about you.”

You sat down beside him, placing your hand on his knee.

And there it was. That all too familiar fluttering was back. A part of Mark hated it. He wasn’t a soft man. He didn’t consider himself as such. But something about you made him melt. Every time you smiled. Every time you laughed. Every time you touched him. Moments like this where you showed that you genuinely cared about him. Everything you did seemed to chip away at him. You were molding him into something he didn’t recognize. Yes, a part of him hated it. But another part of him, the part that was swelling with love, welcomed the change with open arms. For you and only for you, he would be the softest man in the world. He needed you to know. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without laying his heart out in front of you.

About an hour passed. The two of you were watching TV. Occasionally a little conversation would spark up, but for the most part, the two of you sat quietly together. You had gotten comfortable, your head rested on Mark’s shoulders.

“Thank you,” Mark said, drawing your attention away from the screen.

Your head perked up, attention shifting towards him.

“For what?” you questioned.

“Checking on me. It was sweet of you to do that,” he said quietly.

“You’re welcome.”

You smiled up at him. Mark’s eyes drifted over your face, pausing at your lips for a second.

“I love you.”

It slipped out. He wasn’t sure if it had meant to say it out loud. He was definitely thinking it.

You went still for a moment before shifting in your seat, sitting up straight.

“Um, what did you just say?” you asked. Your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper.

“I love you,” he repeated.

That’s what you thought he had said. Your mouth parted a bit, trying to say something, but nothing would come out. Surely he just meant that in a friendly sense, right? Right?

Mark rested his hand on top of yours as he looked at you. Those beautiful blue eyes felt like they were staring into your soul, and you weren’t entirely sure how to react.

“I love you too. I mean, I don’t know what I would do without a friend like you,” you finally spoke.

“And I’m happy that you consider me a friend. But I love you more than just the friendly type of love,” he said.

“Wait, really?”

You were taken aback. You had gone months thinking this exact scenario was an impossibility. You had shoved your true feelings about Mark to the side for months, but suddenly they were rushing back to you. You were suddenly very hyper-aware of how handsome he was. He had always been so beautiful to you.

“You really are clueless, aren’t you? I hoped you would’ve caught on months ago but you’re really persistent about not noticing when someone is flirting with you,” he said with a laugh.

“I….wait. I-“

His hand went from on top of yours to holding it. Mark figured there was no turning back now.

“I love you. I love you so, so much. I never wanted to be with someone more than I want to be with you,” he said.

Your mind was racing. A million thoughts ran through your head. But those thoughts were silenced when you surprised yourself. You moved as if your body was on autopilot, moving forward and placing a kiss on Mark’s lips.

Mark was shocked. By you, by the sudden feeling of your body pressed against him, by the fact that he had finally told you how he felt.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The kiss was gentle and soft, much like you, which didn’t surprise Mark at all.

You pulled away, just enough to look him in his eyes. Mark’s heart ached a bit, not wanting the kiss to end. His arms were still wrapped firmly around you as you brought your hands up to his face, tracing over his skin with your thumb.

“I love you too,” you whispered.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, staring into each other’s eyes. Eventually, you found yourself falling asleep in Mark’s arms. He laid awake, holding you. He wanted to hold you until the end of his days.