#the possession of hannah grace

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Shay Mitchell as Megan Reed in THE POSSESSION OF HANNAH GRACE (2018) dir. Diederik van Rooijen

[thecrackshipdiaries]

Matthew Gray Gubler and Shay Mitchell

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[z0mbi3-s0krat3s]

Dude, this was pretty dope. I love when they take a reoccurring horror theme and go outside its typical plot to do a fresh take on the concept. This one starts with a failed exorcism and tells the story of the aftermath. Really cool shit. Good makeup, solid directing, great pace, cute lead, effective scares. Damn good film. Definitely worth a watch. 7.5/10 on Starz 🌟

[bonniehooper]

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[jimsmovieworld]

THE POSSESSION OF HANNAH GRACE- 2018 ⭐️⭐️

A recovering addict takes a nightshift at the morgue to get some peace and quiet.

The body of a girl who died during an exorcism shows up, with the demon still inside....

I wanted something spooky, but this was just sad. The acting was absolutely brutal right from the off. I think the premise and the setting was pretty good and that's about it. Turned off half way through.

[addiescreams]

👻 Just watched "The Possession of Hannah Grace"

I have so many chills to share! 😱 This horror flick had me on the edge of my seat the whole time. 🍿💀

The atmosphere was so eerie, and the suspense just kept building up. The visuals and sound effects were spot on! 🎥🔊 And can we talk about the creepy possessed vibe? 😈 It gave me shivers down my spine! ❄️

If you're into horror movies that keep you guessing and have you jumping out of your seat, this one's a must-watch! 🎬👁️‍🗨️

Read more on my thoughts - https://screamsnscreens.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-possession-of-hannah-grace.html

[askfoxythejokerfox]

tomorrow’s horror movie ill be watching ^w^

[replicantdeviancy]

The drive back to the station was agonizingly slow, even if it wasn't but a few scant miles away. Time seemed to pass like the exit signs over the highway, coming into focus & fading just as quickly. The detective's thoughts were helplessly distracted as his mind buzzed with timid excitement, eager for the evening ahead. Now apart & with a moment to himself to truly sit back & relive fragments of the encounter in his mind, Connor was still delightfully awestruck by it all. If someone had told him that today he would meet a man of god with him he would become so effortlessly infatuated with, he might have laughed. It sounded absurd, yet there he was, rushing back to the office going just a little over the speed limit to get his obligations in order so that he could meet the priest for a date. Thinking about it, the detective did laugh a little in stupid glee, & went to exit the highway towards the Central Station.

He entered the building with purpose in his stride, eager to get to his desk & finish his report. Yet he took a moment to wave to the ladies at the receptionist terminals as always, never the type to allow haste to sully his manners. They greeted the young man with waves & he tossed a charming smile their way as he stepped through the glass security gate & into the bullpen. From there, he made a beeline to his desk, only making small greetings in response to those of others, though he didn't stick around to chat. The detective was on a mission, & he was determined to get it done as quickly as possible. The lieutenant wasn't at his adjoined desk when Connor arrived, though he suspected he wasn't far . He slipped his blazer jacket off & neatly hung it over the back of his chair as he sat & made himself comfortable.

Checking his computer terminal, there had been no real news regarding Alan Moore. Only that the responding officers had managed to track down a distant family member, a cousin who lived in town. That hadn't produced any results yet. He wasn't holding his breath.

Pulling up the file for his initial report, Connor began filling in some notes on his meager findings, including one stating that he had contacted Moore's priest, though beyond the information of having seen the man within days of the body being discovered, there was little else the Father provided. The detective was careful to omit anything spoken of in their extended conversation, especially in regards to the supernatural. Besides the lack of relevance to the death, the last thing Connor wanted was to put a spotlight on the older man by giving those who might read his report any reason to question James' mental competency. That included other cops, legal counsel, or the district attorney. No, James deserved peace. Connor didn't want to drag him into his world, not into a dark realm where there were only suspects & victims, & trust was a dangerous game one dared not play.

Connor was quick to wrap things up & he snuck out the door just as quickly as he came, not speaking to a soul until he got to his car. There, he texted his brothers in their usual group chat.

Connor: I have a date tonight. [Delivered: 14:38]

There was no reply by the time he arrived at his apartment building downtown, though that wasn't unexpected. His siblings were working, as he should have been. Captain Allen likely had Xander going above & beyond, & Colin didn't get very good signal at the prison. He would have to wait to suffer their relentless teasing.

The elevator ride to his floor felt like a small eternity, the detective leaning back against the wall with arms crossed, his mind deep in contemplation. He considered what he was going to wear, what sort of place James would suggest to him when he arrived at this borrowed home of his. Perhaps he was going a little overboard thinking about candlelight & a quaint little restaurant by the river with a patio table for two. Admittedly, the young man was a bit of a dreamer & that vast imagination of his tended to delve, at times, into the fanciful. It was silly to fancy being romanced like a fairytale prince, but there certainly was a picturesque charm in courting a European, one that was learned, well traveled & full of experience. So, he let himself hold onto that fantasy as he left the elevator & headed into his apartment. He wanted to keep that mental image of the charmingly cheeky priest whose bright eyes seemed to see into him as no one else had. He felt appreciated when thinking of him . Not enough people could appreciate the real him.

Eager to wash away the scent of the precinct that seemed to seep into every pore of his milky skin, Connor stripped himself bare & stepped into a blissfully hot shower. He took his time, knowing that his date would appreciate the small test of his patience , as the reward would be well worth it. Patience was, as they said, a virtue, & he wanted to not only look his best, but feel his best for their date. No thoughts of work, no mentions of the strange case which had brought them together. Just two people meeting at a crossroads in life, lonesome souls seeking companionship that spoke to their inner self. Was James lonely? Though he didn't know him yet, the detective's instinct sensed a longing in the older priest. A want as equally great as a hidden fear inside of him, unknown by the detective but felt, regardless. What was he so afraid of, Connor wondered.

He dried himself with a soft bath towel & stood naked before the partially fogged mirror as he got ready. He felt excited & confident looking at the slender beauty beneath the cool lights cast in reflection, even though he looked just a little tired. Poor sleep from the evening prior had darkened his under eyes lightly, & he did what he could with moisturizer & a bit of concealer. He dried & combed his hair into that perfectly immaculate style of his, dark waves kept in place with pomade which had a subtle , soft scent to it. He chose a cologne with top notes of vanilla & pomegranate.

Only when the vapid perfectionist felt satisfied did he meander off to his bedroom & pick through his pristinely organized closet for something suitable to wear. While James had initially made suggestions that sounded casual, Connor wasn't the type that minded being overdressed. He chose a fitted dress shirt & black tailored slacks that accentuated the length of his lean legs, a skinny tie to match. He did consider the matching jacket hanging in his closet to complete the outfit, but as he scrutinized every detail of his attire in the mirror , hands busy fitting a neat little silver tie clip in place, he decided against it. This was supposed to be at least a little casual. He chose the leather motorcycle style jacket his brother had given him last Christmas. The same one that Amanda had said made him look like James Dean. He smiled warmly at the thought & slipped it on.

A final look in the hall mirror & he was gathering up his keys to head out. The trip down to the apartment garage was a blur & soon enough, the detective was on the highway. He considered calling the priest, but decided against it. He wanted to surprise him. It felt a bit spontaneous. It wasn't long before he was passing the church, noting that it seemed to be closed up tight. That was a good sign. He followed the instructions James had given him earlier that afternoon, eventually finding the little house with the dove & cross on the mailbox. He parked at the curb in front of the house & sent a text to the number the priest had given him as he got out of the car, informing him that he had arrived. The motorcycle standing in the driveway didn't go unnoticed. The detective felt his already present smile widen into a grin when he saw it. Once again, James had surprised him.

"I'm sure you are... but you know what they say, good things come to those who wait." Came the effortless reply as the priest watched his new acquaintance move towards the door, arms coming to cross over his chest with a thoroughly amused smile tainting the side of his lips. It almost felt surreal, how effortlessly the entire interaction had been despite the many hurdles that were placed between them. Not that they'd managed to get over all of them, the very real supernatural factor of it all was still very much up in the air when it came to the detective, but maybe that was for the best. In the meantime, he could at least keep an eye on the guy, even if only from a distance. It wasn't like he wanted to crowd him or stalk him, but there was a very real worry there as well. With his foot edged in the doorway, James wasn't exactly leaping at the chance of him stepping all the way through -- - for his own sake rather than the Brits' own. If he was going to step through, by whatever means, James was going to be there by his side.

But just watching the bloke leave, the suddenly empty space all around him felt as if the world had opened up to him again, taking away from the spotlight that had him honed in on Connor's very presence. It had been a long time since James had felt that way about someone, luring his undivided attention, teasing him with the promise of getting to know them better without even realising it. Or maybe he did, the man was smart, keenly so, which meant he was probably all too aware of what he was doing. But that was fun part, wasn't it? Trying to figure out how much was deliberate and how much wasn't.

With a heavy sigh, James returned to what he was doing, first moving the chairs to where they'd been previously, back to their rightful places that had been intended on the floor by now despite the connected building's relative youth. Just looking at the cold mug of coffee was enough to make him pause again for just a moment, half battling himself internally. Had he done the right thing? Throwing the man bone only for him not to realise that was what he was doing? Trying to gauge where he was on the whole 'demons are real' thing without fully committing that he truly believed himself? He'd hinted at it but hadn't outright stated it, likely leaving many questions unanswered, questions that could only be answered if someone believed -- - or if they knew.

Grabbing the two mugs and glass, he took them to the sink and gave them a good clean, letting them sit on the side where he'd put them away the next day, if he remembered, or noticed they were still sitting out. He really wasn't quite as finicky as his peer, the one who had practically been turfed out so that James could snoop around without raising too much suspicion. He liked things to be relatively tidy, things had their places, but he also didn't mind if something was sat out, as long as it wasn't in his way or bothering him.

He was just glad that the regular guy had a gardener who dropped by every week or so, both to tend to a few flowers and bushes around the church itself, as well as take care of the priest's garden as well. It didn't take much to imagine the old man doing his part too, out on a cool morning tidying up the place in the meantime. Given James' manner, some might think he'd laugh at such a thing, but surprisingly, he actually quite enjoyed the thought of being able to garden in peace and quiet. He still had a firm goal in mind that once he retired, he'd move back to the north of England, buy a little house out in the countryside and have his very own garden where he'd grow rhubarb and try his hand at making rhubarb and custard pie. It probably seemed silly to some, maybe even cliche, or plain and ordinary, but to James? He didn't have a great deal of faith that he'd even reach retirement age, let alone live long enough to die of old age beyond that, so he held onto it as more of a hope than anything.

With that thought still in mind, he moved to lock up the building, deciding that since he didn't have to hold mass, he could just saunter his way back to the house and decide what to wear for the night ahead and maybe run a few thoughts and ideas as did so. There was still so much to worry about, the keys jangling in his hands barely registered in his mind as he made sure all the lights were off, and checked doors and windows, before finally stepping outside, glancing around him just to be sure everything was clear. Given his line of work, it paid to be on high alert, particularly when something was clearly going on in the neighbourhood.

But as he wandered back, warmly greeting a few neighbours on the short walk and keeping himself on his best behaviour, which was certainly easier with such brief interactions, he made it to the quaint little house that he'd taken residence in, passing by his black Honda CBR600F in the small drive. It wasn't like anything he'd stayed in before, a one-story blue building, a porch on the front and a shiny mailbox with the white dove and golden cross on it. To James, it seemed like something out of a fairytale, everything so pristine and well-kept that the Brit imagined he likely looked like a complete mess in comparison to it just standing there. He could just picture the old man sitting outside on the bench of his porch, waving and greeting people as they went by. It seemed so -- - wholesome, which was a rather foreign concept for the exorcist.

Getting inside, the Northerner first attended to his concerns, jotting down what Connor had told him and relaying back to the Vatican, regularly in touch with a number of his peers inside, like their own little CIA, he supposed. Though he definitely didn't mention that he was going to be spending the evening with the detective in question -- - he couldn't imagine that would go down very well and by now James made it quite apparent that the more casual side of his life was his alone and nobody else's business.

A short time later, after typing up what he could and even going on video chat with one of his contacts, the man was finally able to let out a breath, new thoughts claiming him as he wandered into the bedroom and started to go through his suitcase. He wasn't about to shove the house's owners' own clothes to the side to hang out his own so he'd decided it was probably safer to just keep them in his bag or lying around on chairs and, dare he admit it, on the floor. In a folded pile, notably. That made it better, right?

Deciding on an outfit, he pulled out a casual shirt, a suit jacket and a pair of matching trousers. For him and his usual clergyman attire, it was casual and for once he could keep the two buttons at the top of his shirt undone. It was hardly anarchy but it suited the priest's preferences better than going out wearing his collar, the last thing he or the detective needed was that thing garnering unwanted attention. For either of them. There was a time and a place and tonight wasn't one of them. For a few hours, he wondered if he could just be any other bloke, someone who didn't have to worry about literal demons and angels or the reality of Heaven and Hell for a while, but just someone who could go out, have something to eat, a few drinks and spend time with someone he genuinely found interesting. That wasn't too much to ask for a man of God -- - was it?

[rockrosethistle]

fuck it here's the Lords in Black hierarchy according to me

Disciple: A human with a close, working relationship with the LiB. May be granted special abilities from them, and may make their home in the Black. (ex. Wilbur Cross as Wiggly's disciple)

High Priest/Priestess: A prominent member of The Church of the Starry Children. Worships the LiB as gods and will often have an extensive knowledge of the lore, rituals, and commandments of the Lords. (ex. founding members Agatha Waylon and Willabella Muckwab)

Prophet: Any human chosen by a LiB to bring about their will. The Prophet may receive the message through visions, or the LiB may choose to send an ambassador to deliver the message. (ex. Linda Monroe as Wiggly's prophet, Hannah Foster as Webby's)

Heir/Heiress: A lesser, modern member of the Church of the Starry Children, often with a longstanding familial connection to the original church. They keep the tradition and church alive, though watered-down, and may or may not lead a group of converts. (ex. Roman Murray, Sheila Young.)

Convert: A new member of the Church of the Starry children. They may have little to no knowledge of the lore, rituals, or commandments, but they do have an evil that the LiB are attracted to. They might harness the Lord's power without actually knowing anything about them. (ex. Grace Chasity, the Black Friday cult, Jane Perkins.)

Pawn: A human with little to no knowledge of the LiB, and yet is used by them as entertainment or tools. They may be possessed, broken, or tormented, in order to achieve this. (ex. Paul Matthews as Pokey's pawn, Ted Spankoffski as Tinky's)

Sacrifice: A human who is offered as a gift to the Lords In Black. They are utterly powerless and exist to be consumed. (ex. every Honey Queen, and almost Peter Spankoffski)

Sniggles: A non-human servant of the LiB. Sniggles function as angels, and they occupy drowsy town, a subsection of the Black.

[hairtusk]

do you have any other reading recommendations? feminist and/or philosophy in general? don't know much about these topics and would love to learn

absolutely, thank you so much for asking! i decided to interpret this as feminist texts, philosophy/political texts by female authors, and a sprinkling of feminist fiction, for ease. in honesty, i am more interested in political and theological philsophy than anything else, so there'll be a lot of that. each text is linked with the appropriate goodreads entry (i don't use the site, but i know lots of people track their reading lists there)

[necessary disclaimer! i do not necessarily agree with all of the ideas posited in these texts! i can't believe i have to reiterate this!]

Feminist Texts:

• Andrea Dworkin: Pornography: Men Possessing Women; Intercourse; Right-Wing Women; Woman Hating

• Simone de Beauvoir: The Second Sex; Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter (autobiography)

• Adrienne Rich: Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution; Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence; Essential Essays: Culture, Politics, and the Art of Poetry

• Audre Lorde: Sister Outsider; The Master's Tools Will Never Dismantle the Master's House

• Germaine Greer: The Female Eunuch; The Whole Woman; The Change: Women, Ageing, and Menopause

• Angela Davis: Women, Race & Class • Naomi Wolf: The Beauty Myth

• Betty Freidan: The Feminine Mystique

• bell hooks: Ain't I a Woman: Black Women and Feminism

• Susan Brownmiller: Against Our Will: Men, Women and Rape; Femininity

• Shulasmith Firestone: The Dialectic of Sex: The Case for Feminist Revolution

• Marilyn French: The War Against Women; A History of Women in the World (series); Beyond Power: On Women, Men & Morals

Philosophy Focused Texts / Criticism / Other Politics:

• Hannah Arendt: Eichmann in Jerusalem: A Report on the Banality of Evil; The Origins of Totalitarianism; The Human Condition

• Simone Weil: Gravity and Grace; Waiting for God; The Need for Roots: Prelude to a Declaration of Duties Towards Mankind

• Susan Sontag: Illness as Metaphor & AIDS and Its Metaphors; Regarding The Pain of Others

[paranormaltheatrekid]

Use this as an excuse to dump a bunch of Hatchetfield headcanons, go wild.

Wow ok here we go:

-Ted Spankoffski is a pineapple pizza enjoyer.

-While we’re on the topic of Ted, Tinky definitely keeps clumps of his hair in a bag somewhere.

-Like Richie, Steph used to have dyed hair at some point.

-Becky Barnes is very much an animal person. She definitely got multiple pets once Stanley was gone.

-I didn’t create this headcanon, but I just adore it: Duke named his cat after Miss Holloway.

-Paul likes ice Carmel frappes. He just orders black coffee because it’s easy for Emma.

-Alice Woodward listens to Chappell Roan religiously.

-Webby’s favorite brother was Wiggly. They used to be really close.

-Miss Holloway definitely had the gift even before she made the deal. She saw Webby and stuff.

-Ruth is a Hamilton fanatic.

-Despite the fact that he didn’t make it, Pokey loves the phantom of the opera. He tries to make Paul be Cristine. He hates it, obviously.

-Xander Lee is John’s husband.

-Max and Stephanie were childhood friends.

-Lex and Ethan are bi4bi

-The nerds cosplay together. Ted takes them to conventions and teases them about it, but he secretly loves going.

-Miss Holloway runs karaoke nights at the diner. Her and Duke do duets together.

-Richie’s favorite food is the Miku ramen.

-Hannah Foster likes the Percy Jackson books.

-Also, Hannah didn’t speak until she was like 10 or 11.

-Charles Coven had involvement with Peip. He knew John and Wilbur.

-Nibbly is either the best cook ever or burns everything he touches. No in between.

-Shelia Young and Linda Monroe are both heavy red wine drinkers. Also, Shelia knows the Murrays through the church so she definitely knows Linda.

-I’m not really sure about this one, but I think it would be cool if Miss Holloway was related to the Waylon family.

-Max is secretly a musical theatre enjoyer.

-Kyle isn’t in the best of you scene because Grace killed him before Jason.

-Grace learned how to bury bodies from watching the Jerries. Or perhaps she learned from her mother.

-Benji, the kid who was said to have been able to talk to dogs in yellow jacket, was Scrags from the solve it squad.

-Blinky is an avid smut reader.

-Hannah made Ethan a bracelet. It’s his prized possession.

-Grace used to have a crush on Alice.

-Wilbur Cross has green eyes, like bright green. Idk that he doesn’t. I think he should.

-Charlotte makes her own sweaters. She gave the CCRP gang ones for their birthdays. Bill and Melissa love theirs. Paul hates his. Ted pretends to dislike his, but he’s glad that she made him one.

-Melissa and Woman are gay and in love.

-The reason that Webby taught Hannah how to play the ukulele was because her brother Pokey taught her how to play instruments.

-Linda’s mom was definitely a honey queen.

-Pete is really interested in space. I think it suits him, but also know he can be the space bastard to Ted’s time bastard.

-Forever and Always!Paulkins adopt a dog and multiple kids.

-Nibbly’s human forms are inspired by past honey queens.

-Zoey and Zach used to be very close as kids.

-Steph is very good at makeup. She practices her skills on Pete.

-Some movies Miss Holloway likes are labyrinth and the princess bride. She will not watch a movie made past the 90s. Brenda calls her old.

-Paul doesn’t hate Moana. He is the only one who knows all the lyrics.

[rentumblsstuff]

Back to the NPMD x Monster High AU, a couple more things:

I would like to rescind my Werecat Brenda in favor of Nighthawk Harpy Brenda. Yes, I know I made Kyle a werewolf to parallel Brenda being a werecat but I also have a better offer for Kyle too: Yeti, which is why he still holds a grudge against Max for wrecking his dad’s ski-doo.

I have so many thoughts on Vampire Grace. She was born a normie and is a recently turned vampire (maybe even a vampire hunter that failed on an outing and was turned by her prey). She’s having trouble coping with her religion now that she’s a monster and constantly wears turtlenecks like the one she wears in Perky’s Buds to cover up her bite marks. She tried still wearing her cross necklace as a show of rejecting this new form, trying to embrace the pain of having the cross so close because she thought that loving Jesus even when she’s a form of half-demon would make herself better than other Christians, but it hurt way too badly for her to handle so now she just says she wears it underneath her sweater. Jason was born a vampire and wants to help her through her dysphoria but Grace won’t accept anyone treating her like she’s a vampire (even though she is). She does like the part about eating flesh and drinking blood- it’s what Jesus says to do with himself, so in a way, she’s making everyone she eats a little more Christ-like. That’s her thought process, at least. She also still pretends to be human around her parents and normie best friend Gabe. Gabe may or may not know that she’s a vampire though and wants to seduce her so she can turn him too.

In High School is Killing Me, the lyric is now changed to “Fuck you, biteology.”

Max’s Jekyll form is human (Max), but his Hyde form looks like his ghost (The Jagerman).

Stachie is soooo canon because Richie loves swimming but as a werecat Stacy refuses to get in the water and they feel like their romance is especially forbidden because of it. If Richie didn’t love the water so much, he’d wish he was a werecat too because he also wants to be a pretty little kitty meow meow

Ethan, Lex, and Hannah also went there obviously and Ethan was a ghost á la Jonny Spirit and Lex and Hannah are both spider people. You know tf why lol

Ruth is a lot like Frankie Stein in that she flirts with a lot of people but they Do. Not. Flirt. Back. Rather than solid stripes, her sweater looks more like lightning bolts and the mushroom design is a little creepier than just an Amanita.

A lot of the smoke club are also nighthawk harpies (because they like eating the weed) (including Deb) and so a lot of people assume Brenda is also in the smoke club. She isn’t. Monster high typical speciesism mixed with Hatchetfield High typical bullying regardless of social hierarchy.

The Woodwards are flytraps and that’s why Alice doesn’t smoke- plants don’t do that to other plants. This is often a point of contention between Deb and Alice even though they try to pretend it isn’t an issue

Steph’s secretly embarrassed about her decay so she always makes sure her wraps are FRESH, but the rest of her outfit is always her jagged hand-cut crop tops and ripped jeans. Her decay spread to her scalp and forehead and everyone knows better than to say something about the wraps on her forehead or how she always wears a beanie but Pete accidentally tells her he thinks it makes her look even cooler. Swooning ensues because nobody dares address her flaws, much less say she’s cooler for having them.

Steph secretly wishes Pete had a corporeal form because her love language is physical touch and she’s sad she’ll never be able to hold him. (Kind of like how Cleo is sad she’ll never get to look Deuce in the eyes).

Sophia/Spitfire as a background character fire elemental is a MUST.

The janitor is a crazy man who lives in the catacombs under the school and is possessed by what the student body can only assume is a goat demon and Peter Geist feels weirdly like he knows him.

Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire Rosary as Claire-

Pete has also died recently as one of The Jagerman’s attacks when he was out of control, and he’s new to the school along with Grace. He’s stuck in this dorky outfit he wore so he wouldn’t get bullied and can never change clothes, but at least he’s impossible to punch unless if another spirit tried to attack him. As opposed to Grace in life, he was very interested in the supernatural (one of his special interests) so he knows quite a bit about monster types but is always hungry to learn more about the new world he found himself un-living in

[man-down-in-hatchet-town]

Brad Callahan, Quarterback

So Brad, instead of Max, being the Nighthawks QB is one of the more interesting minor details in Yellow Jacket. Of course a lot of time has passed since the timelines diverged, so it's perfectly possible that Max's family moved, or that the try-outs played out differently. But also could there be the Implication(TM) that Max is, you know... dead?

I highly doubt that a version of Nerdy Prudes played out in this timeline, since it's hard to see Steph and Pete going along with anything Grace says now that they're free of the Witch Wood and her reign of summer camp terror. But we still have Grace herself, who in this timeline possesses both untainted prudishness and an alliance with Little Jerry, and is already a bit mad with power by the time their senior year starts. And it's hard to imagine a version of Max who doesn't hit on Grace any chance he gets. So what if, to punish him for his carnal desires, the Grace of Nightmare Time 2 lured Max out into the woods (just as, a couple of branches over, she had him lured to the Waylon House) and let the Axe Man do his work on her behalf? Leaving Brad Callahan to step forward and torment Hannah with his enlarged ego and Justin Bieber haircut.

I know there's a lot of what-ifs in this, but we can't deny that the Max of the Nightmare Time 2 timeline is conspicuous in his absence. It just makes sense to me, that the Grace of Abstinence Camp would also rain demonic justice down on Max and call it divine. And I love the idea that Max and Grace are another pattern that echoes out across the web of timelines, like some twisted inversion of Paulkins or Lautski. Paul and Emma will always find each other, as will Steph and Pete. Lex and Ethan will always love each other and it will always be doomed. And Grace Chasity will oh-so-righteously send Max Jagerman to his demise. Even if we don't see it happen.

It's just so fucked up and therefore so very Them.

[fridgrave2-0]

alright, I watched the holy trinity aka tgwdlm, black friday and npmd. here's my highly subjective opinions about them !!

first of all, I like all of them, but some more, some less. I'm not dissing or hating any of them, and pls be chill if you like it more than I do

the guy who didn't like musicals: plot 6/10. very simple and basic, still nice though. if I had a nickel for every time I saw a plot with alien possession and blue shit, I'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot, but it's weird what it happened twice. paul and emma are cool, little cute couple. songs 5/10. sorry I have to be honest, but it was insanely hard for me to watch tgwdlm and pay attention when they start singing, what is an issue for a musical. sometimes I was even thinking about skipping them (I know it's a crime I'm sorry). most of the songs I forgot right after they ended, but two of them are SUCH bangers what they kinda overcompensated my experience. yeah I'm talking about "join us and die" and "let it out". they fucking killed it.

total: 5/10

black friday: plot 8/10. i enjoyed it so much I can't even describe. most of the characters are charismatic and likable as fuck and I cried like a bitch from tom's song in the beginning. everything about lex, ethan and hannah is a chef's kiss, I was SO invested. and LORE. so much lore I needed that. songs 6/10 HEAR ME OUT! i loved them, I cried at them, I enjoyed them, but personally I don't find them catchy. i don't want to relisten them like actual song in a playlist. would I want to hear them in the musical when I'll rewatch it? absolutely. besides that? not my cup of tea.

total: 7/10

nerdy prudes must die: plot 9/10. unpredictable, crazy, wild, funny. i loved every second of it, every character and every twist, even if I unwillingly spoilered ghost max thingy to myself. maybe it's my hyperfixation talking, but this is the only musical in the trilogy which I want to study with a microscope and rewatch forever. it's the best thing what happened to me in 2024. max is my bbg, pete and steph are fucking cute, grace is a menace and I love it for her, richie is a second bbg, ruth is my queen. minus one point only for max's dad existing, I hate his guts (and maybe for not giving bryce more singtime she's so good omfg. but about it later). SONGS 11/10 HOLY SHIT. the last time I could've relisten all the songs from the musical over and over again was hamilton and npmd just destroyed it like the nuke. the vocals, the music, the lyrics, it just changed my brain chemistry. i was listening to the npmd song for fucking hours in a row while drawing and i wasn't sick of it later. THE SUMMONING god the summoning holy shit!!! highschool is killing me, literal monster, hatchet town, COOL AS I THINK I AM, JUST FOR ONCE-- I just love all of them so much I can't.

total: 10/10

now it's nightmare time 🔥🔥🔥