Well hello there (◕‿◕✿)

Well the creepiest piece of clothing I own arrived today! It looks incredible and I would absolutely be taking it for a spin to the shops if we weren't in the middle of a heatwave!

Tree Simon love post. <3 I wanna sit under it in a blood-proof exo suit and yap about nothing for two hours.

His leaves are shaped like all the people he's known/has killed. Man. If that thing could speak... I'd be asking about every single one.

if we assume the X-ray camera isn't as shielded as they usually are made to be, and Simon has to rely exclusively on distance and the lead shielding described on the manual, then the fact that the camera button and screen are placed as far away from the sub's front is intentional. a way to minimize the radiation exposure as much as possible, even if it's a miniscule effort.

Simon lives at the end of everything.  There are only a few thousand people left alive, and both humans and everything else are dwindling resources.  EVERYTHING is running out, including time.

Simon has likely never lived in a world where he had time, or was guaranteed his next meal, his next breath, his next moment.  Drinking all the water as soon as he finds it not only speaks to how long he’s likely gone without water (because why would you waste more precious food or water on a convict that is almost certain to die at the bottom of a blood ocean beyond what is base-line necessary to keep him functional?), but it also shows a survival strategy.  If everything is scarce, then trying to ration resources opens you up to having someone else take them away.  It’s likely to be an instinct at this point: if he gets something, he consumes it immediately before someone else can take it from him.  And that instinct is so ingrained that he does it right away, and then recriminates himself afterward.  He has these mechanisms for survival that are betraying him, but the instinct is hard to overcome.

The rubbing alcohol moment is another great moment of world-building (and also a great moment of levity in a very grim film).  Here is this tiny cup of alcohol, part of a barely-there first aid kit.  He’s got bandages, and he’s got alcohol.

And he drinks the alcohol rather than using it on his injuries.  Simon exists in a world of despair, in a near-hopeless situation after a string of near-hopeless situations, after being raised in a damn death cult.  Why would he use that alcohol to prevent an infection he is almost certainly never going to have time to develop?  Why would he care about a hypothetical maybe-future when he had to deal with isopropyl poisoning?  He is staring down death.

Why not indulge in a moment of chemical escape?  Why not give yourself that moment of oblivion?  If there is no future, there are no consequences.  So he drinks the alcohol, and it’s both funny and this exquisitely human moment of relief for him.