#The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre

[the-swift-tricker]

the fuck do you mean these are the same actor??

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (1995)

[classicfilmpunk]

Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (1995)

[almostlookedhuman]

01/31.

[rye-views]

The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1995) dir. Kim Henkel. 7.2/10

I wouldn't recommend this movie to my friends. I wouldn't rewatch this movie.

Barry, you bitch. This house is so nasty. The villains need to chill out. Darla is so annoying. Ew, stop this licking.

Fun to see Michael Mcconaughey in this role, I suppose.

I still like the og family the most.

That plane was so random.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔲𝔯𝔠𝔥

[mariocki]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

"You have one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is... well, nobody knows. But the saw, the saw is family."

[xx-dat-aesthetic-tho-xx]

Hot Take: Older horror movies are more visually terrifying then newer horror movies. There isn't a movie released in the last 10 years that has imagery that lingers and keeps me up at night. But og Texas Chainsaw Massacre? Og Night of the Living Dead? Og Evil Dead or Return of the Living Dead? Sceans from those movies keep me up at night. Yes newer horror is scary I won't deny that, the new Evil Dead scared the shit out of me, but it didn't linger in my psyche like the older stuff does.

[movieposters1]

[salemshotspot]

HI im gonna ask questions bc im bored too

• when did you first start watch wrestling?

• who was your first fav wrestler?

• who are some of ur fav accounts on here?

• what’s your fav movie/show

HOPE UR DAY IS GOING WELL :-)

HIIII MY FAVOURITE PROBLEMATIC MOOT /j

•So if you want to get technical I started watching wrestling/my earliest memory of watching wrestling was sometime around 2014, I used to watch some of the highlights with my dad whenever they were on tv but I then didn’t watch for TEN YEARS because I was too upset about the shield breaking up [im being so fr, in those ten years I couldn’t think about wrestling without getting super upset over it] [seth ‘sluttin’ rollins ily but you caused me my first trauma] BUT if you’re talking like when I started watching it ‘properly’ I’d say around 3/4 months ago!

•As yk I always have unpopular opinions and my first favourite wrestler is no different, when I was younger watching with my dad my favourite was Elias! I lovedddd when he came out playing his guitar [fun fact that’s actually what caused *me* to start playing guitar which I still do to this day] and I’d always be like ‘nooo the crowd needs to let him playyyy’ [he was being mean to the crowd LMAO] ALSO HONOERARY MENTION TO LIKE MY FAVOURITE WRESTLING THING WHEN I WAS YOUNGER; ‘W.W.E.? WALK. WITH. ELIAS.’

•Some of my favourite accounts are yours! Also my good friend @outsiderswolfpac / @incorrectwwfquotes and I also lovee seeing posts from @seasonal-depression-of-punk and I can’t remember their @ but shoutout to the person who always sends me Isaac Yankem content ily [platonic] [there’s also others but I’m really bad at remembering their @‘s but @ all my moots ily, platonic]

•I don’t watch many shows but I love bob’s burgers and when I watched steven universe it made me feel things lmao, as for movies I’m about to say the most unpopular answer, like no one will ever say this but me but my favourite movie is the return of the texas chainsaw massacre [im about to butcher some spellings rn but yes the one that was *so* bad matthew mcconohey’s agent tried to sue and get the movie retook off the shelves after putting them back on sale after rene zelwegger got famous and they thought that would cause sales to go up because he claimed it was ‘defamation of his name’ having his name on that movie] [it’s suchhh a stupid movie i adore it]

I HOPE YOUR DAY IS GOING GOOD TOO :D

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Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Next Generation (1995)

[scp3199]

I unknowingly rebloged from a sysmed. /neg

I deleted the reblog and blocked them.

Endomatic systems are valid keep on being you guys! /pos

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Horace: Hey, if I go in there, that's horsenapping. My father is a lawyer so I know what I'm talking about okay. Yosemite Sam: Among other evils which being unarmed brings you, it causes you to be despised! That's Niccolo Machiavelli! Now git! Horace: Okay, okay. I need to use your bathroom anyway.

[vile-villain6661]

These are so beautifully done, love em.

horror movies + favorite posters

[lefunnymoncey]

and then, suddenly, the eddsworld hyperfixation. again

[z0mibite]

>1000 words, detailed descriptions of violence and a (sort of?) mention of s/a (⚠️use of the r word ⚠️), reader is gn! and up to interpretation throughout other than being considerably smaller than thomas and one mention of possibly bearing children. open-ended, so if you prefer angst endings for reader or stockholm, you can choose, it's texas chainsaw massacre, anything that's in either movie is part of the warnings just to be safe. dead dove do not ear, read at your own risk. also this is not proofread in any way, I literally wrote this straight shot right before bed listening to dove (doll ver) on loop and hit post.

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING

imagine tommy keeping you, not to rape and defile like his uncle assumed, nor for you to bare children like his mama had hoped—but because you're just so nice to look at.

In the first film, tommy can be seen wearing rings, jewelry he's collected from past victims. also with the whole wearing people's faces to mask his own, he obviously has an eye for pretty things. and you're one of them.

It isn't just that of course, plenty of pretty people had come onto the farm, all meeting the same fate. he hadn't spared a dozen or so others, so why would he spare you?

you hadn't flinched at the sight of him, you hadn't run away crying like a child at their first horror maze, you simply smiled at him with those sparkling eyes, an elegant hand giving him a friendly, unbiased wave. you looked at him without prejudice, or preconceived assumptions about his character.

your friends hadn't given him the same courtesy. which is why you were here, chained to the workbench near the chopping block. the block he was using to dismember your traveling companions. a few of them hung from meat hooks, catatonic, their minds were weak and feeble, they broke at the sights in front of them, and despite the agonizing pain of lost limbs and shredded muscle, they were silent and still, waiting for their turn.

death was their only escape, they needed only to wait for it. you could see it in their eyes, each time he'd finish one off and turn to grab the next off a hook, they'd all follow him with pleading eyes. not for mercy, they were far beyond the point of return—but to be next.

your entire body was shaking like a kicked chihuahua. your muscles were all tense, adrenaline begged you to run, flee, to escape death. your silly primal instinct hadn't caught up with your concious. It was an odd feeling, having every possible part of your body screaming at you to run, and choosing to stay still, to betray your instinct with your intelligence. you knew you wouldn't get far.

despite the horrid conditions in the basement, a place where your senses should be overloaded; your ears with the echoes of their screams and the engine of the saw, your eyes with the gory mess, your nose with the pungent smell of iron and rotting flesh, your tongue with the dryness of your mouth from panting, and your body's fatigue from running around for hours—there was nothing but the racing of your heartbeat.

It was all you could hear or feel, and in your mind you could taste and see it as well, you felt the pulse rise all the way into your skull and down to your toes. you felt every rush of blood heat your skin like a furnace, moving past your veins and tissue.

your eyes aimlessly followed his body, unblinking and dry. he was deeply focused on his ‘work’, but he would still glance at you every now and again. you were just so pretty, a decoration in his safe haven, like a deer mounted above the fireplace.

hours had passed in what felt like seconds before he was finished. you hadn't moved.

he nonchalantly came up to you, his much larger hand going to cup your face before he froze. he withdrew his hands, wiping the bloody mess on his apron and washing his hands before he continued his previous action.

you didn't dare move, not even to flinch, as his held your head in your hands.

his thumbs caressed the flesh just under your eyes, rubbing around and about, seemingly fascinated by the way your skin folded and stretched at his will. he made a gesture with his hands, swiping a palm in front of your eyes, an attempt at communicating. when you didn't respond, he huffed frustratedly before letting his thumbs touch your eyelids, forcing them down to close your eyes.

he took your chin in-between two fingers, maneuvering your head in every direction, studying every feature. his thumb pulled your lips apart, showing him your teeth, clenched so hard they might be pushed back underneath your eye sockets.

after a he took some time to study you, you felt his thumbs come back to rest on your eyelids, pulling them open again. this time he studied your iris. he was clearly upset at the lack of light that prevented him from seeing the color clearly, but he looked closely nonetheless.

the sensation of breath enveloping your face, forcing you to breathe in the air he had just released, was one you could not describe.

his hands fell to your shoulders and moved downward till he got to your forearms, where he would trace the veins in your arms. when his hand met your wrist, he applied gentle pressure to it, his breath hitching as he felt your blood pulsate. he moved onto your hands now.

his were easily twice the size of yours, if not more. his nails were dull and blunt, the skin much rougher against yours. dried blood cracked underneath his nails and stained his skin a pinkish tone despite his tan. he traced the lines of your palm the same way a palm reader would, take away the tales of life lines and replace them with pure admiration.

he unexpectedly leaned in closer to you, his face now inches, if that, from your own. you kept your gaze ahead as he stared you down.

he brought his masked nose up to the top of your head and sniffed you like a dog, leaning down to your neck to see what else he could smell on you besides your faded fragrance and sweat.

It was only after this action of his that your body responded in any way in nearly 12 hours.