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just sorting files on my pc and came across these 😭

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addicted

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Cat kills

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flirting

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watched saw

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🌸Peter Strahm🌸

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piła żabka au do skończenia kiedyś 💀

nobody asked for this

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a normal valentine for your crush

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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).

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100% what happens 😭

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.

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i love saw i love saw i love saw did i mention i love saw

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aminals.....

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posted all three of these saw double-drabbles I have written so far on my ao3 profile!

#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.

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“Can I try rizzing you up?” “Yeah. lol.”

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#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.

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Unrelated to any fandom, Ocs for something I’m working on