God Why Is She Soooooo Pretty????

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So I was on tiktok the other day, and I come across a edit of The Craft, it was an edit of Sarah, so I look at the comments and I was surprised that people actually liked her. I thought she was a rather bland character, and I thought many things she did was stupid, and she was very unreasonable.

Some of the stupid things I think she did was running away when she was at that witchy store with that older witch that could've helped her if she stayed. Plus she didn't even see Nancy so I don't understand why she ran. She also wanted Chris to love her but once he got under that spell and liked her back, she hardly wanted to be around him.

She also was warned about him by Nancy, Rochelle and Bonnie, and didn't care to listen. Her stupidity made me so mad.

And her unreasonable thing she did to Nancy made me even more pissed off. Nancy didn't think Chris trying to r@pe Sarah was ok, so she was going to try to get even and Sarah tried to intervene causing Nancy to kill him.

And the fact Sarah tried binding Nancy's powers instead of trying to guide her to do the right thing also really pissed me off; she had no right to bind her powers like that.

She didn't even attempt to try to guide the group. They didn't know how to live their lives without all the things that held them back, like Rochelle was always bullied for her skin color, Bonnie never felt beautiful because of her scars, and Nancy grew up in an unstable household with a abusive stepfather. So once again I say they didn't deserve what happened to them. So Nancy did not deserve to spend the rest of her life in a mental institution.

(This is a hot take don't come for me)

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What would Amanda Young as an older sister be like?

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 scared 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.

forgot to post here but anyways, mandyrez edit to brighten your day 🫶🏻

i got a heart shaped locket i might have to put them in there

mandy survives and gets questioned homoerotically. you understand

jigsquad playing among us would just be amanda is the impostor and she’s not even that subtle about it. everyone knows it’s her but they all vote against hoffman anyway. he turns to each of them in horror and pleads his case, like oh my GOD she LITERALLY murdered adam just now I saw her!!!! and lawrence is like what were you doing there in the first place 🤨 maybe YOU killed adam…. and hoffman turns in desperation to john who has been silent this whole time. and he just is like do you like how brutality feels mark and hoffman just. does not answer and john nods his head like he’s made his choice. “lawrence is right. deeply…. sus.” amanda says game over and then they eject him into space as he screams into the mic

Lynn: I’m in love with you. Amanda: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Lynn: I know. Amanda: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

My favorite pictures of my wife because she's perfect in every way possible