just sorting files on my pc and came across these 😭

Love Begins

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Sweet Seals For You, Always
almost home
Sade Olutola
tumblr dot com
YOU ARE THE REASON
Misplaced Lens Cap
Monterey Bay Aquarium

blake kathryn
ojovivo

izzy's playlists!
RMH

tannertan36

oozey mess

ellievsbear
NASA

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from Romania
seen from United States

seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Germany

seen from France

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from France
@coffin-contemplator
just sorting files on my pc and came across these 😭
addicted
Cat kills
flirting
watched saw
🌸Peter Strahm🌸
piła żabka au do skończenia kiedyś 💀
nobody asked for this
a normal valentine for your crush
finally got my hands on a saw dvd. after searching through nearby thrift shops, i found this one at my local garbage disposal spot (it works perfectly well).
random scenario inspired by the fact that I'm currently on a camping trip but—
coffinshipping and chainshipping camping somewhere but strahm & adam are in one tent and hoffman & lawrence are in the other.
guess which tent is still standing by the morning.
Strahm and Adam waking up in the middle of the night to bloody murder and what sounds like wolves attacking something. They rush our side just to see Lawrence and Mark’s tent like
100% what happens 😭
i love saw i love saw i love saw did i mention i love saw
aminals.....
#3
Hoffman finds him slumped on the table, resting against the wooden surface, unconscious. There's a merely second-lasting urge to approach and poke the latter's head but he promptly pushes it down. Alone with his own thoughts, he can't help but admit to himself that, the sight is just as worrying as it is pitiful.
Detective comes near, his eyes sweeping across the piles of documents, photos, empty coffee cups and a nearly full ashtray. He acts on an impulse, too quickly to feel any sort of hesitation.
Hoffman gathers all the paper sheets and prints of photographs, one by one, arranging them in two neat stacks by the edge of the table. Next go the cups, which he makes sure to throw directly into a garbage bag; to be taken out come the morning. The last thing to sort out is the ashtray, which he grimaces upon seeing.
It would seem that, every time the detective thinks Strahm quit, the tarry substance makes the reappearance. Then again, it's not exactly like he can judge.
The old, visibly used blanket that is usually visible hanging over the back of the couch finds its way into Hoffman's hand. He drapes it over the agent, then bestows him with one more glance before leaving.
The lights flicker off.
posted all three of these saw double-drabbles I have written so far on my ao3 profile!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Can I try rizzing you up?” “Yeah. lol.”
#3
Hoffman finds him slumped on the table, resting against the wooden surface, unconscious. There's a merely second-lasting urge to approach and poke the latter's head but he promptly pushes it down. Alone with his own thoughts, he can't help but admit to himself that, the sight is just as worrying as it is pitiful.
Detective comes near, his eyes sweeping across the piles of documents, photos, empty coffee cups and a nearly full ashtray. He acts on an impulse, too quickly to feel any sort of hesitation.
Hoffman gathers all the paper sheets and prints of photographs, one by one, arranging them in two neat stacks by the edge of the table. Next go the cups, which he makes sure to throw directly into a garbage bag; to be taken out come the morning. The last thing to sort out is the ashtray, which he grimaces upon seeing.
It would seem that, every time the detective thinks Strahm quit, the tarry substance makes the reappearance. Then again, it's not exactly like he can judge.
The old, visibly used blanket that is usually visible hanging over the back of the couch finds its way into Hoffman's hand. He drapes it over the agent, then bestows him with one more glance before leaving.
The lights flicker off.
Unrelated to any fandom, Ocs for something I’m working on
Another own character from same universe as the last one