When I first met one of my friends I mentioned that I liked the movie Saw and their reaction was to gasp and ask if I was the mod of this blog
the opposite situation happened to me recently actually. i teach at an elementary school and i had a girl come up behind me and ask me what my favorite horror movie was, and when i said saw she got very excited and talked about how she loved saw, and chucky, and the shining, and what did i think about saw x, and who my favorite saw character was. and i realized i couldn't tell a fourth grader that i run a blog called "shitty saw traps." it's just. i can't.
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in secondary school my form room teacher was a really strict, by-the-book lady who took herself very seriously and generally had an odd, hard to crack sense of humour, but it was a known thing that she was married to one of the maths teachers, who was the loudest, most emotional guy in the entire world, and it was so funny bc everyone in the school was baffled that they were married but my form room, in having her as our form teacher for five years, got like. VIP extra rare insight into their marriage to the point people would beg for anyone in my class to trade gossip about it like looking back it's hysterical how invested we all were in this couple and one thing we'd always tell people was when the maths teacher would just. show up at our classroom. because basically for people who don't understand form room, it's the class you go to every morning - the same one, the same teacher, the same people - for five years to do registration, and the maths teacher didn't have a form room so sometimes when he was bored before first period he'd just. show up to ours. and every single time without fail my form teacher would rip his head off for it bc it was 'unprofessional' and he was 'bugging her' and he'd wander off again with his tail between his legs but without fail would do it again another day. like he would just show up at her classroom whenever he was free and she'd be like 'well IM not free. get out' and we'd all be there like this is fucking golden i can't wait to tell literally everyone. one time he beat her to class and started doing the register for her and making up new names/butchering our actual names as he went and when she came in i actually thought she might throw a chair at him.
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True Light
Binah x Reader
Lobotomy Corp.
Pronouns: Gender Neutral
Warnings: Small mentions of blood/injuries and death
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Light cannot shine through the dark, for the whims of the City will swallow it whole.
Not that Binah particularly cared, of course. The struggles of others had never caught her interest, both before and after being confined to the blackened depths of the world. She took a smug sense of pride in being stagnant, the only unchanging one amongst her coworkers; this wretched facility doing nothing to dampen her cold and sadistic tendencies- small delights was what she called them, watching all the misery with a twisted smirk.
Her time was spent as usual- in the company of solitude and black tea, only now it was punctuated by the perpetual mechanical hum of the Extraction Department, and just as before she embraced the days in the suffocating darkness, alone and silent.
Yet somehow, a spark manages to worm its way into her ashen world, floating in on the wind and making a new home amongst the monochromatic tones.
Each department receives a new batch of employees every few months or so. The Manager calls it “refreshing the roster”- Binah calls it “replacing the corpses”. Rarely does she pay much attention to these rotations, what’s the point? They’re all shrouded in gray, living only to suffer and cry and go mad like the rest, then slowly crumble and fall into the endless well below, an infinite supply of gravestones. So when the next group of agents and clerks arrive, she merely gives them a customary glance of boredom out of the corner of her eye.
Something flashes suddenly, brilliantly, and her head snaps back up to catch sight of it, that brightly sparkling thing. But she sees only the uniforms of her employees, all outfitted in simple black fabric as they walk towards the department lobby, chattering nervously at each other.
For the first time in a long while, Binah feels vaguely disappointed.
She catches glimpses of the shining presence occasionally, always in the peripheral of her vision and always fleeting, never long enough. It’s almost frustrating; infuriating, even- perhaps her long months of isolation have finally driven her mad, it would be a welcome change from the perpetual, apathetic torment. With an exhale and a sip of her tea she answers some employee-or-another’s question, expression as stoic and cold as ever despite the nagging irritation.
“You’re a star, Miss Binah!”
The Sephirah looks over briefly, and her eyes widen as you practically glow before her.
Physically, you’re no different from the other workers- you don’t radiate any light or glimmer with luminescence- and yet you still brighten up any room you enter, somehow. Exuding an air of determination, you’re firmly set in your ways of helping others and working diligently despite the less than ideal circumstances, a smile on your lips and a spring in your step wherever you go.
You don’t look like light- you feel like light. And not that cold, heavy stuff generating in the facility- warm, friendly, comforting. It’s no wonder your fellow agents have taken a liking to you, but perhaps the most surprising revelation of all is when you extend this warmth to Binah herself.
You’re a star…
The words have lingered in her mind ever since.
Your superior was rumored to be emotionless, a sadist who only took joy in the suffering of others, so when you can’t help but wonder if something’s wrong when you see her appear in the main rooms of the department more often, silently watching everyone work and always with that calm, neutral expression. In truth, she’s only really watching you, quietly picking up on your habits with a growing sense of intrigue.
Interest… Binah hadn’t felt such a thing for so long. It felt… nice.
She sees how you treat everybody with that same kindness, offering a shoulder for them to lean against. She sees how you study medical procedures in your spare time, as there is no end to bloodied wounds at Lobotomy Corporation. She sees how you idly tap your pen when you’re thinking, looking up at the ceiling, your brow furrowed in thought.
She sees how you pay respects to every lost agent and clerk, quietly mourning for them as if they were actually worth something. Perhaps, she muses, they are worth something, and she just never saw it.
Well- you, at least, are certainly worth something.
Slowly, the spark that landed bleeds into the rest of her world, and Binah sees color, gold and silver and crimson red. The sky becomes speckled with a multitude of stars, the darkness of Extraction standing out in splashes of deep hues as the night brightens, just slightly, with a hint of light.
Light. Yes, that’s what you are. Light. Her light.
One morning, early enough for frost to linger in the air, you find a steaming hot cup on your desk- tea, black, flavored just how you’d like it. A hand, firm yet strangely tentative, settles on your shoulder as you curiously approach, your Sephirah finally responding to your statement from months ago.
“If I am a star, then you are a fragile flower, struggling to bloom in the wastes. And yet… I don’t wish to see you wither.”
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The one episode of Phineas and Ferb I don't like is the "Act Your Age" episode. It plays out like a bad timeskip fanfic.
Isabella gives up her crush, Phineas suddenly learns about the crush and realizes he likes her back, and Ferb randomly gets the girl of his dreams who happens to be much older than him and has been in a relationship with another boy she has great chemistry with throughout the season.
Yeah.... that's a little. Hm.
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Ever since I was like, 13, the absolute peak of fashion to me was those (soviet) military uniforms with the long coats and tall boots and whatever those ornamental things on the shoulders are called you know what I mean. I always tried to emulate that style somehow with my very limited wardrobe to the point that my then close friends circle had a running gag of me growing up to be a military general AND later a professor in hs that I was on friendly terms with started jokingly calling me madam general
But the older I got the more dysphoria I felt so I first cut off my hair to at least attempt to be read as a man, then started binding cause I couldn't stand the exaggerated bump of my chest that ruined any illusion of masculinity I maintained, until I eventually gave up on everything altogether, gave all my fav clothes away and started dressing as the most Just Some Straight Guy you've ever seen. It worked in making me pass better and all but after the euphoria of finally living as my true gender wore off I realized I was still uncomfortable
I grew out my hair again during the lockdown, if you know anything about me you'll know it's my pride and joy now. And then slowly over the years I've been out I've gathered enough "fancy" mens clothes (that actually fit me) that I can wear them daily, and got actual mens dress shoes and a few coats
This week I finally committed and hauled the majority of it to uni with me. I cannot describe to you how much better I feel. Also people keep complimenting my coat 😊
Tldr I've come full circle in expressing myself
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