#simone saw vi

[seizethegay420]

[vashti-refused]

If I had a nickel for every time Mark Hoffman was weird about someone else's arm/hand, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice, right?

[louthesawgirl]

Saw x Strictly- How I’d pair up characters & how well they’d do (long shitpost)

This is probably a post nobody asked for but I’m gonna do it anyways.

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So if you’re not familiar with Strictly Come Dancing, it’s a reality competition show where celebrities get paired with professional dancers to learn and perform ballroom & Latin dancing. In the U.K, it’s a national obsession in the autumn and as the launch (pairing up) show just aired, I figured what if I combined both of my hyperfixations together- Strictly & Saw?

Here’s how I’d pair up Saw characters with professional dancers on the show and how far they’d probably go in the competition.

Adam Stanheight

Partner: Jowita (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/37TFtVM2jqYmfPGFp9Cj3NK/jowita-przystal)

I feel like Adam would be really shy on the dancefloor initially but could prove a dark horse. His song choices would consist of mostly alternative & rock music that may not work with each dance.

Mark Hoffman

Partner: Luba (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/4BBntjb43XQWY3wXRXBbpgJ/luba-mushtuk)

I feel like Mark would be really confident at the Latin dances like cha cha but would struggle with slow, elegant dances like waltz or foxtrot. His best dance would be a tango or a cha cha.

Dr Cecilia Pederson

Partner: Johannes (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/4xtShnS9l3dZR7JpKbZFRbJ/johannes-radebe)

Cecilia would be a really good dancer both in ballroom and with the Latin. She seems like she could absolutely slay an Argentine tango with intense kicks and passion.

Dr Lawrence Gordon

Partner: Lauren (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/49659smpn858hH9FM9dVVJ/lauren-oakley)

Larry seems like he’d be a ballroom boy. He’d be a little awkward at the Latin dances but for foxtrot, he’d do good. His best dance would probably be a foxtrot or tango.

Amanda Young

Partner: Katya (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/58cX5MHzgN1dRlvpV4NTYYg/katya-jones)

Amanda would be a frontrunner and would slay a paso doble.

Daniel Rigg

Partner: Amy (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/2nXjFzBvrgvH4sH1GzyddqD/amy-dowden)

Daniel would definitely go far. He seems like he’d have so much rhythm but also elegance. He gives me “would be good at a rumba on Strictly” vibes which is something you can’t say about most men.

Lindsey Perez

Partner: Nikita (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/5mQLZXYSrW4Jrg5mHKmLgjm/nikita-kuzmin)

Lindsey would very likely reach the final. My headcanon is that Lindsey did street dance & has a soft spot for some musical theatre. She’d slay a salsa and jive.

Peter Strahm

Partner: Nancy (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/2BwLYh5tQK1Z19DyRjRxdPG/nancy-xu)

Peter seems like he’d do really well at the sharp dances like a tango, paso or Argentine tango.

Simone Bethson

Partner: Gorka (https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/profiles/54g42sGcLzGrr04HSYZFT9P/gorka-marquez)

Simone would be really good at the Latin dances.

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Hope you’ve enjoyed my incredibly British Saw shitpost.

[mirroredmemoriez]

Day 14 of posting Saw women. This has been going for a while now huh? Today is Simone, portrayed by Tanedra Howard.

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

* Addy and Allen are excluded since their lives were in the hands of William

* Even though Debbie needed William’s help, she had a chance to save herself when it was revealed William had her key

* All the shotgun carousel victims are excluded since their lives were in the hands of William

* Pamela Jenkins is excluded since she really had no “game”, aside from pleading for her brother’s case

* Okay, I’ll make a one-time exception for Tara and Brent. Even though they weren’t in danger of dying, they still were given a game, albeit more for morality reasons.

[todd-queen]

we won.

the bathroom trap 《i》 pipe bomb test 《x》 save as i save (spike test) 《iv》 water cube trap 《v》 pints of sacrifice 《v》 pound of flesh 《vi》 || text from saw vi

[puppyuserboxes]

Saw character userboxes (part 6, Saw 2009)

please do not get into discourse about whether or not you like the characters in the tags or replies!

[shotgunchair]

Tanedra Howard as Simone in Saw VI (2009)

[femmemortes]

[behindthescreamz]

tanedra howard as simone and marty moreau as eddie filming the “pound of flesh” trap scene on the set of “saw vi” (2009)

[thee-radio-host-is-a-kookaburra]

i love Simone she was like the only reasonable person in the room all the time. ppl were asking her if she “learned” by chopping off her arm and she’s just like

[saw-facts]

brit and simone, after meeting at the support group, started having wine and movie nights once a week. they got along immediately because they were both in club “Had To Do Weird Shit To My Arm” (as they call it). mallick is allowed to attend the movie nights once a month as an honorary girl.

[vashti-refused]

The scene that never stops giving

[faxxmodem]

coming to the saw ship council with my own homebrew rarepair:

i think they would admire each other's sense of style and conniving instincts

[megara-arts]

day 4: saw vi (2009)

[yawnderu]

Lorelei — Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader | Part VI

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Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

Simon Riley is, like any other man who has been in the military for long enough and seen the horrors of war, a man who struggles. Struggles with feelings, actions, words, nightmares. The constant reminder that his career—the very same thing that made him grow a pair and go from a scared little boy to a proper lad—was what ultimately cut his family’s life short, weighed heavy on his shoulders, holding him down like Atlas holding the sky. 

Despite how much he tried to hide his own feelings from both you and himself, that icy gaze that seemed to be focused on nothing for hours and the lingering silence, along with the tired smiles he forced himself to give you no matter how awful his nightmares were the night before made it clear things were only getting worse.

Whatever was out there was oftentimes merciful enough to give him good dreams every once in a while, his psyche drowned in a sea of what the future could have been. A future with his family, a future with you. No matter how difficult things got in the black, buzzing mess that was his head, he saw his daughter and you like a beacon, a Star of Bethlehem during those dark, cold nights. 

The sound of stirring bed sheets is what originally wakes you up, the smell of tobacco and gunpowder that always linger on Simon’s body overwhelms your senses the longer you’re awake, slowly coming back to your senses. A groan, and more shifting from your left. 

“Simon.” Your voice is soft and even, hands feeling around the bed sheets until you find his shaking body. In the past, Simon used to sleep on the couch, refusing to go back to his apartment just so he could spend more time with you and your daughter, yet after Johnny’s death, the pain and trauma was always clear in his eyes, ending up with you offering to let him sleep in the same bed. 

Simon’s body feels extremely warm, a thin layer of sweat covering his burly frame, seeping through his clothes and into your fingers as you shake him harder, the room dimly lit with the bright moonlight peering from the window. You can see his features scrunching up, his hands balled into fists, the veins in his neck and forehead becoming more prominent as he relives what is likely yet another traumatic moment in his life. 

“Simon.” You repeat with more urgency this time, your body shifting closer to his in order to shake him firmly, watching as his eyes flew open, dilated pupils looking around the room before meeting your gaze, a mask of deception quickly taking over his visage as you see him force himself to appear more relaxed despite the fast-drumming of his pulse you can still feel beneath your fingers, his chest rising and falling, nostrils flaring as he forces himself to take a deep breath.

“Did I wake you up?” Despite how awful his nightmares were, Simon’s priority was always you. His kindness isn’t just fake sympathy, it’s the real thing. 

“No, I was reading something.” A little white lie that at the very least eased his concerns. Your hand squeezes the tense mass of muscle on his shoulder with such gentleness that he wasn’t used to, not after a year of being alone after breaking up with you. 

The corners of his lips tug up into a tight-lipped, tired smile, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly, trying to hold it together for your sake. His eyes examine yours for any hints of disgust, any hints that you may have seen just how disgusting he could be during those nightmares, his mind still fragmented thanks to Roba’s torture, never seeming to heal no matter how many years go by. 

Your fingers work overtime on trying to ease the knots formed on his muscles from the strain it takes to hold it together when you’re looking at him with so much trust and concern, not an ounce of disgust in you despite how ashamed he feels. His eyes momentarily drift away from you, focusing on the baby monitor, the tiny screen displaying your sleeping daughter, the living image of innocence, serving as a soothing balm for his broken soul. 

“Bad dream?” How lucky he is, that even crushed under the weight of looming grief and enough trauma to last him several lifetimes, he has someone to care about him, to care for him. His exhausted eyes leave the baby monitor, staring up at the ceiling as he finally allows himself the chance to take in your tender touch, the genuine kindness showing through your soft massage and concern, no matter how much of a bastard he was for leaving you. 

“Yeah.” You know better than to press him about it, too familiar with him to know if he wants to talk about his issues, he will. You lean closer to him, your head now resting on his pillow and your arm draped over his stomach, your body moving on nothing but pure muscle memory from four years of dating him. 

From this short distance, you’re able to admire the man that Simon Riley truly is. His short brown hair, the thin, pale scars adorning his visage, and the wrinkles that are starting to become more prominent as he ages, war and stress making him appear older than he actually is, yet looking as handsome as ever. His rough, calloused hand goes up to hold yours, fingers intertwining with the same muscle memory your body performed. 

It has been months since Simon came back into your life, the knowledge of the fact that he now has a daughter always made him stick around, not wanting to miss a single moment from the tiny bundle of joy that seems to adore him, a brave little girl who was as spunky as her mother, and as stubborn as her father. 

“‘Bout Roba, again.” He finally admits after seconds of silence. Manuel Roba, a name you’re unfortunately familiar with. The same man who tortured Simon and his mates for months on end, allowing him to escape and to feel a sense of false security, giving him the chance to have a proper family for once with his father out of the picture, just to rip everything that held him together from his hands. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” His head shakes, signaling a no. The pads of your fingers run over his bruised knuckles in a calming fashion, tracing tiny, random patterns before his free arm wraps around your shoulders, pulling you closer to his chest now that he’s laying on his side. There’s hesitation in his actions, yet his soul is filled with relief the moment you let go of his hand, just to circle his waist with one of your arms. 

“‘M sorry.” He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for. There’s way too many things he needs to atone for, and he will be as patient as they come. 

“I’m sorry for leavin’. I was scared, didn’t want to mess you up.” He knows his absence did the opposite, and the idea of you giving birth without him present always shattered his soul. If only he had known about your pregnancy, he wouldn’t have broken up with you, never would have left. 

His chapped lips plant a comforting lip on your forehead, his warm hands running up and down your back, looking to soothe you as he can hear your breath hitch, salty tears already rimming your eyes. Your face is buried against his chest, lightly feeling his fast-beating heart as he holds you even closer, his eyes fluttering shut at finally having you in his arms again. 

“I missed you.” The shakiness in your voice breaks his heart even further, his soul being ripped apart by his own selfish, awful decisions. 

“I missed you too, sweet girl.” He manages to whisper out despite the way he’s getting choked up, his arms circling your form even more when your shoulders begin to shake. Warm, salty tears bleed through his clothes as he holds you as close as possible, squeezing your frame even tighter before he’s back to rubbing your back up and down, looking into spreading the warmth emanating from his large frame. 

“So fuckin’ much.” Another gentle kiss is planted on your forehead, holding you for as long as you need— for as long as he needs, too. You both lose track of time, simply caressing and giving each other much needed comfort, bringing you back to the ways you comforted each other back when you were dating after an awful day, all the crying and warmth coming from his body eventually exhausting you, idly playing with the fabric of his black shirt. 

“Can I…” There’s clear doubt in his words, and despite the fact that his exhaustion matches yours, there’s one last thing he wants to do. You lift your head, brown eyes meeting your gaze. You could drown in those eyes— in the way they always seem so loving and kind, so gentle despite how brutal you know he can be as a soldier… and yet that’s Ghost, not Simon, you remind yourself. 

His hand comes up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, ultimately pushing himself to cup your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing your soft, warm skin, still moistened by tears. You get the message almost instantly, yet admiring Simon when he looks so unsure of himself steals your attention for once. 

A small nod of affirmation meets his words, and Simon doesn’t waste any time, leaning down until his forehead rests against yours for a few seconds before his lips meet yours in a soft, tender kiss, the hand on your cheek caressing your skin gently, his eyes fluttering shut.

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