#grave reacts

[gravecinema]

Grave Reacts: Scream (1996) - 08/18/2023

In this video, my roommate and I will be rewatching the great classic "Scream" from 1996. This is our 100th reaction/review, and we wanted to celebrate by rewatching and reviewing what is indeed my favorite scary movie!

[gotham-snark]

I watched Grave of the Fireflies and I'm still not recovered from that movie 😭✌️ ref under the cut

[sarahs-secrets2]

WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK

[flwrkid14]

I think we should fully embrace the idea that when Jason crawled his way out of his grave, he didn’t just come back with scars. He lost part of his voice.

Not like he had much practice talking while he was buried under six feet of dirt, right? And then, they toss him into the Lazarus Pit, and sure, his body’s alive again, but his mind? It’s a mess. Revenge. Anger. Confusion. There’s no room left for casual conversation when all he can think about is what happened to him. He only speaks when he has to, because trying to form words feels like trying to sift through the fog that’s settled in his brain.

But Jason? He still loves to read. Vocabulary isn’t the problem, it’s the act of speaking itself. Sometimes, when he opens his mouth, he swears he can taste the dirt. He can feel the dryness in his throat, like it’s still raw from all the screaming, and suddenly, talking becomes this… unbearable thing. So he stops, because silence is better than remembering.

And even when he does talk? It doesn’t sound like him. It’s not the voice of the boy who used to crack jokes with Bruce or make snarky remarks. There are no voice cracks anymore. There’s nothing familiar. He doesn’t sound like himself. It’s like some stranger stole his voice, and it makes him feel… like a ghost in his own skin.

So yeah, maybe he’ll eventually start talking more often. Maybe he’ll even pretend he’s fine. But I think, deep down, Jason never really got his voice back after the grave.

[awesomeferret10]

Don’t think about the period between “Food Battle 2023” and “My Dead Friend”

Don’t think about how Sketch!Ian and Sketch!Anthony have been roommates since 2008 (with a brief period from 2016-2023 where Ian thought he was living with a wife not a best friend) and are always with each other.

Don’t think about how normal it is after a food battle for whoever died to get up and carry on with their normal lives the next day.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian bringing Sketch!Anthonys body home after the ol’ scissoroo and waiting for him to wake up the next morning so they can go back to their usual nonsense

Don’t think about Sketch!Anthony not getting up the next morning.

Or the next.

Or the next.

Or the next.

Don’t think about the 14 days that passed between “Food Battle 2023” and “My Dead Friend”.

Don’t think about how much Sketch!Ian wants his best friend back.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian sobbing at every little reminder that “Anthony isn’t back yet, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬.”

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian desperately trying to date and move on.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian getting more and more desperate until he goes onto the dark web, and pours all his time into reanimating Sketch!Anthony.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian getting increasingly more panicked as Sketch!Anthony’s body begins to decay.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian finally having to let go of Sketch!Anthonys body (either in the canonical nuclear explosion or if you’re being angsty about it sobbing, burying him as he’s finally too decayed to puppet, too rotted to pretend he’s still alive).

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian being so upset and setting up a small memorial in what was once their shared house.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian being so depressed that his friends notice and begin setting him up with people to take his mind off it.

Don’t think about Sketch!Ian paying his neighbor off and willingly spreading the rumor that he shit himself to all his friends so that he can put his undivided attention on grieving Sketch!Anthony. On mourning his best friend, and the guilt that comes with the fact he killed him.

Don’t think about how the next time we see Sketch!Anthony is March 1st.

Don’t think about how that’s more than 3 months after he died.

Don’t think about how we have no idea when he came back.

Don’t think about how long Ian might have been grieving for.

𝐃𝐎 think about how when his roommate and best friend died all Sketch!Ians friends began setting him up on dates. Think about how that implies his friends think they’re an item, or life partners, or something of the sort. Think so god damn hard about how in Sketch!Ian’s friend’s minds a girlfriend is a replacement to Sketch!Anthony. Think about what everyone around them assumes they are. Think about how reasonable that assumption is when two 36 year old financially stable men are still roommates and have been since they were 21. Think about how in love Sketch!Ian and Sketch!Anthony are with each other whether in a gay way or not.

[coffinsister]

Lowkey I really like that Andrew can just threaten to backhand Ashley it's hot it's a nice little character trait to add to the weird toxic incest

[crazyfandomluver]

A Phillip graves hater blocked me. :/

like cool my guy I didn’t like you yelling at me through my screen about how “Graves will die promise” anyways

[dreamsofalife]

((Thinking about Shy's BNHA verse and how her whole Thing in basically any universe is that she has the ability to do horrible things but actively and continually chooses not to. Out of fear, out of compassion, but always with the undercurrent of knowledge that she has the capacity to be a complete monster if she slipped up.

Shy is aware of her dark side and has this deeply held belief (mostly thanks to her ex) that she's secretly evil and that anything could cause her to shift to a point of no return.

She could genuinely ruin someone's life with her quirk. She can control hormones and chemicals in people's brains; she can cause fear responses, put people to sleep, she could possibly fire up every pain receptor in the body. She could keep someone awake for days by starving their brain of Melatonin. She could make someone overwhelmed with or unable to feel joy.

She's too afraid to be dangerous. Too afraid of herself and almost never talks about her quirk, and wished she never got one.))

[nenoname]

stan grieving for ford over 40 years always gets to me but also the wax stan incident being the only time he really conceptualised the idea of ford being dead and being gone for good....

[gravecinema]

Grave Reacts: Tremors (1990) - 08/04/2023

In this video, my roommate and I will be rewatching the great Tremors from 1990. I got a pretty new 4K, and it was great for us to see one of the best monsters movies ever made again this way.

[polkadotjohnson]

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I AM GOING TO PASS AWAY

[bipanicoverthegravessiblings]

If Ashley's children traveled back in time and met their future parents, what would their reaction be? Why do I feel like Ashley would be quite "sassy" with Gabriel about this revelation?

So much confusion initially- Gabriel’s doing the math and nothing is adding up

“But- I can’t even- how???”

“Demon.”

“Yeah thanks for that by the way mom—“

“….ohhhhhhhhh.”

After- explaining the entire situation, Gabriel would be excitedly asking his kids questions while- also struggling to be a dad as well. Ashley’s vibing- was pretty shocked she ended up having kids, but it’s some reassurance to her that Gabe stuck around long enough for them to even happen. She’d probably ask Lilith if she’s a good mom, or at least a better one than hers.

After the kids head back to their time (I’m thinking the good ol’ reliable demon magic is how), there’s just this quiet awkwardness and then—

“….soooo….three kids?”

“Are we really that surprised?”

“Not really….totally unrelated note, but would it be cool if I summoned the demon super quick?”

[archive-pl]

🚨ISRAEL IS MASS HARVESTING TRAFFICKED ORGANS FROM KILLED PALESTINIANS IN GAZA HOSPITALS.

Today in the mass graves of the Nasser Hospital, corpses of Palestinian civilians were found with large incisions closed with staples; a technique that is not used in Gaza hospitals. Further evidence of organ theft by "Israel", which has one of the largest organ trafficking markets in the world.

TW photos and evidence under the cut 👇👇👇

Corpses of children were also found (1st photo), which were buried by the Zionists more than 3 meters underground to hide the crime and decompose faster. Bodies of shot patients and doctors were also discovered (2nd photo), bound civilians with a gunshot wound to the head (3rd photo). A real scandal that the world "press" is hiding, if it were a country that was an enemy of the United States that did this, they would show it to you ad nauseum.

[akuma-tenshi]

horrible cook andrew kreiss real

original from @outofcontextdiscord

[acourtofquestions]

Kingdom of Ash Chapter 51

He didn't care, didn't marvel that he was soon to be airborne on one of those incredible beasts. Didn't care that tomorrow, they would all take on the dark army gathered beyond.

He'd fought in more battles, more wars, than he cared to remember. Tomorrow would be little different, save for the demons they'd slay, rather than men or Fae.

Demons like his former queen, apparently.

He had offered himself to her, had wanted her, or believed he did. And she had laughed at him. He didn't know what it meant. About her, about himself.

He'd thought his darkness, Hellas's gifts, had been drawn to her, that they'd been matched.

Perhaps the dark god had wanted him not to swear fealty to Maeve, but to kill her. To get close enough to do so.

Lorcan didn't adjust his cape against the gust of frigid air off the distant lake. Rather, he leaned into the cold, into the ice on the wind. As if it might rip away the truth.

There was no fear or pity on her face, her black hair gilded by the torches and campfires. Of all of them, she'd mastered the news with little difficulty, stepping up to the desk as if she'd been born on a battlefield.

"I didn't know," he said, voice strained.

Elide knew what he meant. "We have bigger things to worry about anyway."

He took a step toward her. "I didn't know," he said again.

She tipped her head back to study his face and pursed her mouth, a muscle ticking in her jaw. "Do you want me to give you some sort of absolution for it?"

"I served her for nearly five hundred years. Five hundred years, and I just thought her to be immortal and cold."

"That sounds like the definition of a Valg to me."

He bared his teeth. "You live for eons and see what it does to you, Lady."

"I don't see why you're so shocked. Even with her being immortal and cold, you loved her. You must have accepted those traits. What difference does it make what we call her, then?"

"I didn't love her."

"You certainly acted like you did."

Lorcan snarled, "Why is that the point you keep returning to, Elide? Why is it the one thing you cannot let go of?"

"Because I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster."

"Why?" He pushed into her space. She didn't balk one step.

Indeed, her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how I did the same."

Her voice snagged on the last words, and Lorcan stilled as they settled into them. He'd never ... he'd never had anyone who-

"Is it a sickness?" she demanded. "Is it something broken within you?"

"Elide." Her name was a rasp on his lips. Lorcan dared reach a hand for her. But she pulled out of reach. "If you think that because you swore the blood oath to Aelin, it means anything for you and me, you're sorely mistaken. You're immortal-I'm human. Let us not forget that little fact, either."

Lorcan nearly recoiled at the words, their horrible truth. He was five hundred years old He should walk away—he shouldn't be so damned bothered by any of this. And yet Lorcan snarled, "You're jealous. That's what truly eats away at you."

Elide barked a laugh that he'd never heard before, cruel and sharp. "Jealous? Jealous of what? That demon you served?" She squared her shoulders, a wave cresting before it smashed into the shore. "The only thing that I am jealous of, Lorcan, is that she is rid of you."

Lorcan hated that the words landed like a blow. That he had no defenses left where she was concerned. "I'm sorry," he said. "For all of it, Elide." There, he'd said it, and laid it out before her. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

But Elide's face did not warm. "I don't care," she said, turning on her heel. "And I don't care if you walk off that battlefield tomorrow.

"I have never heard Lorcan apologize for anything. Even when Maeve whipped him for a mistake, he did not apologize to her."

"And that means he earns my forgiveness?"

"No. But you have to realize that he swore the blood oath to Aelin for you. For no one else. So he could remain near you. Even knowing well enough that you will have a mortal lifespan."

The birds shifted on their feet, rustling their wings in anticipation of flight. She knew. Had known it the moment he'd knelt before Aelin. Weeks later, Elide hadn't known what to do with it, the knowledge that Lorcan had done this for her. The longing to talk to him, to work with him as they had. She'd hated herself for it. For not trying to hold on to her anger longer.

It was why she'd gone after him tonight.

Not to punish him, but herself. To remind herself of who he'd sold their queen to, how profoundly mistaken she had been.

And her parting line to him ... it was a lie.

A disgusting, hateful lie.

Elide turned to Gavriel again. "I don't—" The Lion was gone. And for the cold flight over the army, then over the sea of darkness spread between it and the ancient city, even that wise voice who had whispered for the entirety of her life had gone quiet.

[here-there-were-dragons]

as a general rule, on average, if americans consistently complain about a food being conceptually weird, gross, and scary, then it probably tastes amazing. or at least inoffensive.

this is because in my experience americans for the most part (give or take a few exceptions by region) think eating literally anything other than beef, chicken, bread, eggs, peanut butter jelly sandwitches, ketchup, and disgusting cloyingly artificial brown sludge soda is insurmountably weird, gross, and scary.