#tcm 74

[tsmass]

You know this man's always having a brat Summer🐾🐕☀️🌻🪰

[texas-chainsaw-fanworks]

3 days ‘til the TCM Disability Pride Month event!

Remember on July 1st tag your pieces with: #tcmfanevent AND #tcmdisabilityweek

Looking forward to everyone’s pieces for the week! Rules and prompts found here.

[slasherfantasy]

Bubba my beloved. If only you were real

[ladyofthewolfsbane]

Bubba Sawyer and Hannibal Lecter are on opposite ends of the cannibalism spectrum

[lupinedreaming]

Me: *is a vegetarian primarily for ethical reasons*

Also me: *has a crush on a fictional cannibal who has possibly worked at a slaughterhouse*

[ambreiiigns]

oh you're doing a jason from like the fourth movie? or third? ohhh?? that's fun i love that

[charleslee-valentine]

the most disturbing moment of tcm 74 isn’t any of the death or cannibalism. it’s Nubbins, lost in the dark, happily playing with roadkill like a child and Drayton immediately beating him with the same ferocity he did their victim upon seeing him.

[dead-titanspeakerman]

spoilerz 4 skibidi toilet 74

so skididi 74 was pretty fun,,, new TV unit n simpcam is back!! (+ a few secondz of screen time 4 tvwoman my child ��🫶)

but OH MY GOD??

TSM TRYING 2 RUN BACK INTO BATTLE 4 TCM DESPITE HIS INJURIEZ??? TTV KEEPIBG HIM FROM POSSIBLY DYING IN THE PROCESS??? IM IMPLODING OUT OF JOY

I absolutely love it when the episodez show that the titanz r actually good friendz instead of just 3 big robotz that fight alongside eachother sometimez

[duchess7878]

This is my first fic for Johnny Slaughter. I have been down bad for this man since the game dropped on game pass for Xbox. I want to write this to quench the thirst for myself and hopefully for other too!

I would love to write more, so this probably won’t be the only thing I write. I’m willing to take requests as well! I’m only doing TCM stuff as of right now, but as I get more comfortable on tumblr that may change :)

Send in a request or message me if you have anything in mind <3 Enjoy!

Warnings: blood, kidnap, attempted murder, Johnny is in love?, smut

It was almost 10pm and I was getting tired. If Johnny didn’t show up soon I was going to head back home. It’s a shame too, I liked him a lot and was hoping whatever we had would go somewhere. We met about a month ago in this bar while I was out getting a drink. His charming and mysterious nature immediately pulled me in and I was starstruck, so I introduced myself and we’ve come arranged to come back to this bar every weekend to just talk and unwind. However, this time seemed different, I’ve been here for over an hour and still no Johnny. He’s been late before, telling me stories of how he was out hunting with his family later than he expected and it’s not something he can miss, it’s apparently a huge family tradition of theirs. But an hour? That’s not like him. Before I could make my move, I heard the freak of the front door opening and I turned me head to see who walked in. Thankfully it was Johnny as I was just about to head out. His eyes immediately went to our usual spot but I wasn’t greeted with his usual smirk, only a cold and focused glare. He walked over to me with a thud in each step, the hardwood floor creaking under his boots. When he reached the table, he put his hand on the booth behind my head and the other on the table.

“Hey there Darlin’. Would you mind if we took this back to my place? I’m not too fond of the idea of being out right now.” He said, frowning.

“Oh wow, so sudden. Any reason?” I asked.

“I just said, I don’t want to be out. Let’s go.” He ordered, beckoning for me to follow with his finger.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Enough with the questions darlin’. I won’t tell you again.” He growled and kept walking.

As we exited the bar, he started walking towards a ‘74 blue Chevy truck. I followed behind without another word because he can definitely be touchy and I don’t want to push his buttons. I witnessed a drunken man anger Johnny one night in the bar while we were talking and I don’t know what happened afterward, but I never saw the man again. I doubt it was anything pleasant. We climbed in his truck together and silently. There was a certain air about the night that I wasn’t fond of, but I was nervous to keep asking questions.

“Hey Johnny?” I asked as he started the truck and pulled out of the gravel lot and onto the road, driving towards what I presume to be his home.

“Hm?” He grunted.

“Can I ask you something?”

“One thing.” He said, holding up his pointer finger, the other hand on the steering wheel.

“Is something wrong?” I didn’t know how to put all of my questions into one, so I asked the first that came to mind.

“Yes, but we’ll talk more about it when we get there.” He stated bluntly, keeping his eyes forward.

It made me worried as to what could be wrong. I turned my head to look out of the window as I sorted through my thoughts to try and figure out what was going on. Nothing I could think of that could actually be a problem, but if Johnny thinks there is, I shouldn’t ignore it. I fiddled with my thumbs and my eyes clouded over in worry and we drove the rest of the way. It was about an hour drive, I wasn’t too surprised with it being Texas but there has to be closer bars, why go to one an hour away? We got out of the truck and we met in the front.

“Let’s go inside.” He said and offered his arm.

The gesture surprised me, but I was happy to take it. I linked my arm with his and put my other hand on top of his forearm. I hesitantly leaned my head against his bicep but as I heard him chuckle and he did nothing to move me, I relaxed more into him. We walked side by side to the front door and he opened in for us and let me step in first, following and locking the door behind him. He quickly ushered me towards the stairs and had me walk up them in front of him. This was definitely odd. He takes me home with no forewarning, I don’t get to need his family, and it’s almost like he’s sneaking me in. Once we were up the stairs, he led me to a door that had a hunted and stuffed bunny as a decoration. He is a hunter after all.

“So Johnny, why did you bring me here?” I questioned, turning to look at him as I stepped fully into the room.

“Because I can’t decide if I want to kill you or not.” He stated.

I laughed at loud at what he said. What? How random. What the hell is he talking about?

“I’m not kidding around sweetheart.” He said, locking the door and pulling his knife from his holster.

“Whoa wait what the fuck? What the hell is going on?” I asked, putting my hands in front of me in a defensive stance.

“You see darlin’ we have a bit of a family business here and while spending time with you has been fun, you’re starting to get in the way. So I’m going to get rid of you.” He said, pointing his knife at me.

He started to walk closer to me and I couldn’t move. I was so stricken with sudden fear and disbelief that my legs and brain couldn’t properly communicate. I was so stupid for agreeing to come here. Yes we’ve been talking but only for a month and I barely know this man. What about this man attracted me so heavily that I followed his every whim without a second thought and landed myself in this disaster?

“Johnny wait please.” I begged, my hands touching his chest as he continued to walk closer to me.

“Better hurry darlin’ your time is running out.” He chuckled in a dark tone.

“I think I love you.” I said, hoping it would save me, that anything would.

He stopped. I was looking down at where my hands were on his chest and I didn’t move a muscle. I didn’t know what to think or how to feel in this moment. I am in danger and Johnny is the danger, but for some reason I’ve never felt safer with anyone else.

“That’s stupid.” He replied.

“It’s not though. It sounds stupid, but it’s real. I’ve never connected with anyone the way I have with you. Regardless of the clear danger, I feel safe and sound with you like nothing could hurt me.” I explained.

“I can hurt you and what says I won’t?” He asked, using the tip of his knife to bring my chin up and make me look at him.

“You haven’t yet. Something has to have been stopping you?” I questioned.

“You know doll, you are a smart one. I couldn’t kill you yet, there was just something about you that intrigued me and made me want to have you around a little longer. Would you care to indulge me?” He asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“You catch on quick.” He said, putting his hands on my shoulders and shoving me to my knees in front of him.

“You don’t. Take my belt off.”

Without any more questions, I reached for his buckle and removed it enough to have access but if was still dangling on his hips. I looked up at him awaiting further instructions.

“Do you need me to tell you how to do everything? Get to it girl.” He pointed at the bulge in his underwear and I immediately blushed.

I pulled down his underwear and his cock sprang free. It was making me salivate. He had a slight curve to it, with a length and girth that leaves little to desire. The head was red and the shaft was smooth with a couple of veins. As I sat and admired it, I heard a scoff come from above.

“Open your mouth and suck my cock.” He demanded, putting his hand on the back of my head and pressing my face into his crotch.

I nodded my head and he let me back up enough to take him into my mouth. He immediately let out a groan and threw his head back before looking down at me.

“That’s it baby. Just like that.” He groaned, putting his other hand on my head before thrusting his hips into my mouth.

With no time to get used to him, I was gagging and choking with spit running down my chin. Even though I tapped his thigh for air, he didn’t relent. He was using my mouth as his fuck toy, the sloppy sounds making me very wet and my stomach feel tight. His hips were thrusting at a fast pace a grunt leaving his lips with every one.

“Fuck yes, take daddy’s cock.” He growled pushing himself back into my throat as far as he could go, holding himself there for a moment before pulling out.

“You want more?” He asked, pumping his wet cock in fist. The sounds doing nothing to simmer the hot feeling I had.

“Yes please.” I asked.

“Beg for it.” He smirked, walking towards me and making me step back towards the bed.

I walked back and sat on the bed looking up at him.

“Please Johnny? I want you, I need you inside of me, please.” I begged, running my hands up his torso and back down his arms.

“There you go darlin’. So good for me.” He praised and crawled on top of me, leaning back to take off his shirt.

He reached down to my pants and bean sliding them past my hips and down my legs, tossing them into the corner of the room. He kissed down my leg before reaching my center. He stuck his face into my pussy and took a long inhale.

“You smell so good sweet pea.” He inquired, licking a stripe through my panties.

He took his knife from his hip holster and slid it under the strap, flicking upwards and slicing through. He moved the panties to the side and begin running the tip over my clit. I could see from the light that some of my cum has gotten onto the tip of the knife and Johnny was bringing it to his lips. His licked the tip and closed his eyes in ecstasy.

“You taste even better.” He smirked, immediately diving down and covering me entirely with his mouth. I could feel him flicking up and down, going in circles and sucking softly.

I thrashed and squirmed but he wrapped his arms around my legs, pressing them to his head and keeping them in place. He kept on until I felt sensitive and swollen, but I wasn’t complaining he could do this until I died for all I care.

“Are you ready darlin’?” I heard him asked before I could even come back to reality.

I looked at him to see he had moved up and was lining himself up with me. Once he was in enough, he moved his hand to my head and made me look at him as he slid in making me take every inch of him slowly. As he filled me up completely, we both sighed simultaneously. I giggled and him and he grinned back, moving his hips back.

He leaned down and kissed me as he slammed back into me. My loud cry was muffled by the kiss and he pressed harder, trying to get his tongue in my mouth. The thrusting was relentless and he pounded me into the mattress. The bed was creaking and the sweat was building on his forehead and arms. As we kissed, our tongues dancing, the coil in my stomach was continuing to build and felt like it could snap at any moment.

“Oh Johnny, please don’t stop.” I begged, wrapping my legs around his hips and squeezing.

“I don’t plan to darlin’, ever.” He grunted as he leaned up throwing one of my legs over his shoulder, holding it to anchor himself as he fucked me harder.

“Yeah! Take it, take it!” He said, thrusting harshly knowing that I was close.

“Johnny! I’m cumming!” I moaned, grinding my hips in rhythm with his, riding out my orgasm.

“Yes baby, cum for me.” He groaned as he came inside of me, holding himself in place and he came down.

We both sat there for a minute, panting heavily, sweating, and looking at each other.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Depends doll. Do you want to stay with me? If yes, you’re mine forever. If no, I kill you right here and now.” He asked, putting the knife up to my neck, pressing hard enough to draw blood.

“I want to stay with you. I don’t care what it takes. I love you Johnny.” I said.

“Good choice darlin’.” He praised as he leaned down to suck the blood on my neck.

“I’m glad you decided to stay because I wouldn’t have let you go anyway.” He laughed, laying down next to me and pulling me into him.

[sl4sh3rsub]

realistically, do you think you could survive any of the slasher films? 🤔

oh fuck no T-T not most of them. take this all with a grain of salt. as we all know, i'd rather seduce most of em than run but that's not very realistic lmao

if i lived in any, it would probably be - tcm 2003: i like being nice to people (especially old women, they're so much fun to chat with) and would've probably stayed behind at the shop with luda to make sure she's okay/safe if any other 'crazy' people come running to the shop. in this scenario i'd be alive solely on good behaviour and i might be captured/forced into the family but as long as i'm not worn as a face idrm. bonus is that i love farms/deep cleaning things/cooking - rz!halloween 2007: i was also a 'weird kid' (it's the autism) until i was like 15, so i bonded heavy with all of the other outcasts throughout my entire childhood. i was also desensitized to gore as a kid (brushtail possums killed by foxes on the school oval and sandpit constantly) so his animal abuse wouldn't have thrown me off as much as it should have. might have bonded over shit dads/love for younger sibling??? idk but if we were friends before he got put away, i would have insisted on writing to him/seeing him in smith's grove and avoided the myers' house thereafter. - the boy 2016: i'm easily convinced to stay in isolated places to clean/ housesit with good pay. would grow to like brahms tbh. if he killed my abusive ex, i'd definitely officially move in. plus i love the vibe of northern hemisphere wooded areas especially in the uk, it's so different and gorgeous

BONUS QUICKFIRE ROUND: not living thru the collector trilogy (i'd be in a glass case for sure lmfao), black christmas 74, most scream films, house of 1000 corpses, silent hill FILMS, wrong turn 2021 (i know nothing literally nothing of the Appalachian area, assuming i didn't research the area prior to the hike) and house of wax 2006 (i'd be bo's toy for a while then killed off)

this was super fun to do!! hbu?? which ones would you survive through?

[1892]

would you recommend the movies on your favorites list?

yes absolutely let me pitch them all to you.

texas chainsaw massacre: extremely important slasher, came to us in 74 when the genre was still in its early stages and it's near perfect. you definitely have to have a taste for gross shit and visceral injuries in horror, but if you're into that it is a perfect movie for you. it's a personal favorite and has been for a long time, i have a tcm blanket and poster! there's just something so ...good . about it. (what i like about the movie is that it feels like a movie) there's just a certain charm that comes with a movie that was very carefully made for a very low budget. tobe hooper just knew exactly what he was doing with that one. not the sequels he was a mess irt those.

the elephant man: one of the most fucked up movies i've ever seen. it's the true story of a man who lived in a victorian era hospital after being rescued from a human freak show. he's severely deformed and the movie follows as he is constantly dehumanized and taunted, emotionally and physically abused, etc. it's truly heartbreaking and some of the lines in it just stick out so specifically in my mind. one of the most empathetic films i've ever seen. it just successfully makes you care so much....

safe (1995): drawing parallels to the treatment of aids patients, we follow carol, a housewife who starts getting sick for no reason. she grows weaker and weaker, starting to disappear. it's radical and charged and emotional. it's hard to even say too much about it without spoilers so i'll just say it's very worth the watch

harold and maude: love story for the ages in a fucked up way. delightful black comedy ! if you're down for a funny but very emotional 70s film, this one is good!!!

[lifesver]

my friend and i rewatched the questionable tcm remakes like 7 times each and those are horrible in their own ways but im lowkey fond of them. but the original 74 one is still the most genuinely horrifying and hard to watch for me. like the dinner scene in that one is next level long and uncomfortable to watch.

[eggi1972]

Klappentext: Unsere Ernährung beeinflusst maßgeblich, wie wir uns fühlen. Dass Zucker extreme Stimmungsschwankungen auslöst, hat Anastasia Zampounidis am eigenen Leib erfahren –erst seit sie dem süßen Gift abgeschworen hat, ist sie ausgeglichen und frei von Heißhungerattacken. Doch Lebensmittel können noch viel mehr! Negative Emotionen beruhen oft auf der Unterversorgung einzelner Organe, und wenn wir unserem Körper geben, was er braucht, kehrt auch die gute Laune zurück. Inspiriert von Traditioneller Chinesischer Medizin, Ayurveda und der mediterranen Küche hat Anastasia Zampounidis Gerichte für jede Stimmungslage entwickelt. Vom entspannenden Hirse-Zimt-Porridge über tröstendes Quinoa-Sushi bis zu Mut machendem Mangoeis findet hier jeder das, was aktuell guttut – und gut schmeckt. Rezension: Über das Theorie-Buch „Für immer zuckerfrei“ habe ich ja schon berichtet. Nun sind die „Glücksrezepte“ dran. Mal gleich vorab, es ist absolut nicht notwendig, das andere Werk vorab gelesen zu haben. Es erleichtert allerdings, die Logik dahinter besser zu verstehen. Wichtig ist aber auch hier, dass „zuckerfrei“ nur bedeutet „ohne Haushaltszucker oder sonstige zugesetzte Zuckerstoffe“. Die Rezepte beinhalten viele süße Früchte und somit auch viele Kohlenhydrate, ergo Kalorien. Ein kurzer Teil zum Thema Zucker und ein Blick in die TCM und Ayurveda bildet den Start des Buches. Ich hatte letztens Besuch von einem recht wählerischen Teenager, der unbekannten Lebensmitteln recht skeptisch gegenübersteht. Gemeinsam haben wir uns dann an ein paar Rezepten versucht. Gleich der Crunchy Frühstücksbrei auf Seite 45 stand dann auf unserer Testliste. Es war nicht so aufwändig, wie es erst erschien. Allerdings waren wir geschmacklich etwas enttäuscht. Uns fehlte schlicht die Milch. Der nächste Test mit dieser Sonderzutat war erfolgreicher. Es war zwar nicht mehr laktosefrei, aber uns hat es besser geschmeckt. Für mich gab es noch einen Kaffee à la Banana (S. 69). Sehr lecker, aber beides war etwas zu viel für ein Frühstück. Es war ja auch jeweils eine Mahlzeit. Manchmal scheint die Portion auf den ersten Blick etwas klein, ist aber nicht.  Wenn es jetzt wärmer wird, werde ich den auch mal als Eiskaffee probieren. Vor einiger Zeit habe ich green Smoothies schon für mich zum Frühstück entdeckt. Der Smoothie Pink Heaven (S. 55) traf voll meinen Geschmack, genauso wie der Funny Smoothie (S. 118). Die Kale-Chips (S. 74) sind lecker am Abend zum Fernsehen. Sie sind schnell gemacht und wenn es gerade keinen Grünkohl gibt (ist ja momentan keine Saison), geht auch Wirsing. Ich war recht begeistert, dass ich sogar ein mir vertrautes Rezept entdeckte, dass mir meine TCM-Therapeutin empfohlen hatte. Der Hirse-Zimt-Brei (S. 120) schmeckt gut und hält lange satt. Zum Frühstück sind auch die Congees (S. 160) sehr gut. Es ist etwas gewöhnungsbedürftig, aber man sollte es einfach mal probieren. Manchmal ist es ja etwas kritisch, wenn man Familie und Freunde mit neuen Essgewohnheiten konfrontiert. Ich habe es mit der Schoko Torte (S. 123) versucht und war erfolgreich. Geschmacklich war es ein voller Erfolg, allerdings muss ich sage, wir fanden es sehr mächtig und als Dessert reichte der Kuchen für 8 Personen. Vor dem leckeren Ergebnis stand allerdings ein kleiner Kampf mit Küchengeräten und Zutaten. Haselnüsse und Mandeln waren für meinen Standmixerkein Problem. Die Datteln hatte ich in der kleinen Mulinette auch klein bekommen, aber alles zusammen ging nicht besonders gut im Standmixer, weil er einfach zu groß war. Da musste dann letztlich das gute alte Handr��hrgerät ran, aber auch so ging es und das Ergebnis war lecker. Indische Gerichte mag ich sehr und daher habe ich auch noch die Ayurveda-Linsen (S. 162) probiert und auch die sind richtig gut. Dazu kommt, dass sie auch noch sehr schnell zubereitet sind. Einfach perfekt nach einem langen Arbeitstag. Insgesamt sind die Rezepte sehr lecker und nicht immer ganz so aufwändig, wie sie auf den ersten Blick erscheinen. Manchmal fand ich es etwas zu süß, aber durch etwas weniger Trockenfrüchte lässt sich das prima steuern. Mir haben auch die Übersichten im Anhang sehr gut gefallen. Hier kann man nochmal kurz und knapp schauen, hinter welchen Namen sich Zucker auch international versteckt, welches Kraut wogegen gewachsen ist und erhält noch einen kurzen Überblick über die TCM-Ernährung. Titel: Für immer Zuckerfrei – Meine GlücksrezepteAutorin: Zampounidis, AnastasiaISBN: 978-3-431-04110-1Verlag: Bastei LübbePreis: 20,00 €Erscheinungsdatum: 28. September 2018 Bei unseren Partnern bestellen: Bei Yourbook.shop bestellen. Bei Genialokal.de bestellen. Bei Hugendubel.de bestellen. Bei Thalia.de bestellen. Die Buchhandlung Freiheitsplatz.de unterstützen! Die Büchergilde FFM unterstützen! Read the full article

[lupinedreaming]

smash or pass leatherface

*deep breath*

… smash. (But the ‘74/TCM 2 version specifically)