#Just rewatched saw 2004
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lucraven · 7 days ago
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Saw and Hunger
————————— Cropped pics under the cut!
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glassygaze · 1 year ago
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Saw (2004)
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rowangrayy · 4 months ago
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do you think that when amanda was reaching out for john after she got shot how the warmth of the blood felt on her hand momentarily reminded her of how the blood felt like of the man she had to kill in her first trap? did she realize that her life started and ended with blood on her hands? did she even think about it at all?
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mad-morph7 · 11 months ago
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ollyollyaxe · 8 months ago
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got you shackled in my embrace, i'm latching onto you
fem adam and lawrence bc ?? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (non-transparent & closeups under the cut!)
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glovedcourtship · 1 year ago
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I keep rewatching saw 2004 in the hopes of unlocking the true ending where adam lives and he and lawrence live happily traumatized ever after together
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moonyflesh · 6 months ago
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What would Amanda Young as an older sister be like?
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WARNINGS: very triggering. blatant mentions of self harm, abusive parents/corrupted childhood, drug use, alcohol, murder. reader’s discretion is advised.
CHARACTER(S): Amanda Young (SAW/“Jigsaw” Franchise)
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🪡 .*.. 💉
Amanda as an older sister is something you never asked for, but appreciate everyday.
-> it’s her terrified eyes that glance back at yours— at your sudden discovery of her slicing into her arms and thighs, your own pain reflecting hers.
-> it’s the sound of her sleep-ridden screams that wake you, nightmares so familiar to her, yet never easier to shake.
-> it’s the discovery of needles, filled to the brim under the kitchen sink’s cabinet that bring tears to your concerned eyes.
-> it’s the soothing texture of her hair through your fingers as she lets you play with it, giggles passed between the two of you from gossip about some new kid in your school.
-> it’s the old band tees and over-worn lacy bras that make you laugh at old photo albums of your childhood together.
-> it’s her laugh that’s so contagious, yet so terrifyingly unfamiliar.
-> it’s the smiles she passes you in the middle of an argument with someone on the phone, reassuring you that she’s just fed up with her ‘boss’ where she works.
-> it’s the way her facial expression contorts into a motherly amount of relief when she comes home late at night, finding you passed out on the shared, worn-in couch, TV static from a finished VHS tape illuminating your features in a way that shows you’re at peace. that you’re safe.
-> it’s the discomfort on her face as you question the markings on her inner forearms; immediately ignored, and told ‘(not) to worry about it, pumpkin”.
-> it’s the realization that this domesticated life she’s formed with you will end at some point.
-> it’s the pain-relieving pills that take up half of your side of the shared bathroom’s sink, scattered about miscellaneously the morning after a night out of partying together.
-> it’s the way she’s dreading telling you she’s not what you think she is- that she’s a monster; that she kills people.
-> it’s the comfort in John Kramer’s words that churns her stomach; aching for a father figure she never had, the very father fighre you’ll never get to experience— eating away guiltily at her conscious.
-> it’s the “imposter syndrome” she’s formed over the years that slowly tears the both of you apart— you’re too pure, to perfect to know of the bloodshed she’s caused.
-> it’s the tears shed into her dingy mattress that wakens you from your sleep, pulling you to her room and sitting with her, immediately diving into an embrace so tight you can feel the way her heart rapidly ‘thumps’ against her skinny frame.
-> it’s the way the words ‘i’m so sorry i’m the way i am’ passes her thin and chapped lips so unfamiliarly, you’re almost frightened by the sheer force of emotion in her tone.
-> it’s the way she knows you don’t understand what she means, but stay near her anyways, her fingers delved so far into your skin you’re sure it’s bound to rip.
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hoteldetectiveclem · 8 months ago
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couple of saws i did recently apolocheese for the bad camera quality
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lesbianwithchainsaws · 9 months ago
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Thinking about Adam and Lawrence. Thinking about how, at the start of Saw, Adam doesn't trust Lawrence at all because he knows Lawrence. He has followed him and knows he's been cheating on his wife. Adam doesn't want to tell Lawrence his name or trust him with the tape player because he knows Lawrence is untrustworthy. But the longer the game goes on, the more he starts trusting him. Adam's life literally depends on Lawrence. And Adam trusts that, with them together, they will both make it out alive. He trust that Lawrence won't kill him.
And yet for Lawrence, it's the opposite. Lawrence trusts Adam from the start. They're both chained up and in this terrifying situation. They're both confused and scared. So Lawrence tells Adam who he is. He doesn't tell him the full truth of where he was before being kidnapped, but he trusts him enough. Lawrence gives the tape to Adam. Lawrence shows the bullet to Adam. But the longer the game goes, the less he trusts Adam. The more he finds out about Adam, about the photographs, about the things he hid from him, the less sure Lawrence is on trusting Adam. And the more it goes on, the more Lawrence knows that, if he wants to make it out alive, he might just have to do it on his own
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wowifinallywatched · 11 months ago
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Me, Still in denial about Adam's Death: I mean who knows- Weirder things have happened in this franchise, maybe we will get to see Adam again!
Saw X: Okay *Provides after credits scene*
Me, Caught off guard and distraught: NO- NO FUCK YOU THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT AND YOU KNOW THAT
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sadistic-softie · 11 months ago
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Can't get over how disheveled Lawrence already looks by the time Adam is awake. He is drenched in sweat, covered in bathroom grime, clinging to the wall, looks like he's had a panic attack, and already has what looks like blood or rust smeared on his face. I wouldn't be surprised if the fucker pissed himself too. Just so pretty<3
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lucraven · 29 days ago
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I woke up. All I could taste was blood. And metal.
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spiralmode · 11 months ago
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i just think this scene is so good with a hard cut right there
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euphoricmigraine · 1 year ago
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sorry just realised. the last thing diana sees of her father is him closing the door, leaving her in darkness. umm weeping
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mad-morph7 · 1 year ago
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I‘m gonna go continue feeling sad about Adam now, everybody have a nice evening :]
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karmaphone · 1 year ago
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how often do you think Larry asked John about Adam that first week. do you think he held out hope that he stayed alive until John would let him see him or do you think that he exponentially stopped asking about it until he gave up hope entirely because he knows better than anyone that without food you can last that long but not longer
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