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Also this guy is down BAD in the comics' comment section

Who tf is bro talking to

WHY IS HENRIETTA GIVING BIRTH 🫃💀🙏😭

The TCM comics are sooo good - Top tier /j

Re-Elect Hoyt | Sheriff Of | Travis County, TX

Comics used: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #3; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #5

Thinking about the end of TCM 2003

Listening to Televangelism and thinking about the scene from 1:28:10 to 1:19:20 in the 2003 TCM. Man..I know it's supposed to be a victorious moment for Erin, which it absolutely is - But God I can just imagine how stressful it was for the family. Not only did Thomas just lose an arm, but Charlie dies too? Henrietta loses "her" baby?

I can just imagine Luda rushing over to Charlie's body, not fully processing that she just lost her son / brother - Family member nonetheless. Someone she'd already lost him once {the war as well as his 'Hoyt' persona} - Only to lose him again - eternally. And on top of that; Her only surviving son comes home mutilated?? AS WELL AS having to re-home?

Henrietta was evidently attached to that kid; How she got her was wrong, but she loved her nonetheless. Hen has no idea where she is, how she disappeared - Her stress is through the roof when paired with the other tragedies.

What hurts the most is that just before Charlie's death - Just before the baby is rescued - We see a true moment of humanity within the Hewitts. All of them leaning to see the baby - Charlie showing up instead of Hoyt; His calmer, more open and affectionate qualities showing just enough. Henrietta cooing over "her daughter" - All whilst Luda Mae watches over. AND THE BIGGEST THING: We're introduced through a window. Through Erin's perspective. Why is this important? Because we're watching through a barrier. This is something the family is doing behind closed doors. As soon as the truck driver knocks, their expressions change. 'Charlie' turns into 'Hoyt' {via his serious and pestered expression} - Henrietta gets nervous and shields the baby whilst reassuring her - And Luda Mae's kind and patient demeanor immediately replaced by a guarded and defensive shadow.

Where do they go from here? The strongest member of the family is severely injured and with half the resources he previously had - Will likely be bed-ridden for weeks. The second-strongest, protective figure who ALSO went and 'lured' their main food source is dead. The only ones left are semi-mobile and frail. What else is there? And to think Thomas STAYS?? He stays at the house?? {if we go by the deleted / extended scenes.} The entire family dynamic has to be changed now - Most likely with Luda Mae at the top.

"This family has endured through adversity and pain. We have endured; We have prevailed. We will never go hungry again." Just repeating in Luda's mind as she clutches his hat in despair. Thomas finally coming home only to find his father figure, his main support system - dead and gone.

Y'all I kid you not I have so much going through my mind about this scene

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As Thomas' chainsaw collided with the car side, he noticed "SHERIFF" printed on the side doors. Hoyt wouldn't have given up his car - or left the keys in a vulnerable location. Did she steal it? She had to - Hoyt wasn't that clueless. But how? He would've seen it, wouldn't he?

Thomas continued his sluggish walk to the community center; He would've lost so much that day - Mentally preparing to be scolded about "letting Erin get away" - Hoyt would glare upwards at Thomas as he did.

"How the fuck could you let her go?! You see what you've done, Thomas? Now where the hell are we s'posed to go?"

But that scolding never came. Banshee wails and hoarse cries flooded the asphalt road, growing louder as Thomas drew near. A semi-truck was blocking the back road, but not enough to cover Thomas' vision. As he landed closer he saw three silhouettes: One scrawny, mid-height woman clutching her chest as she sobbed near the community center door. Another woman, this time much older, hunched over a figure in the road - the source of the wails. It was his mother.

Her already disheveled appearance deteriorated in the shivering rain - Watered-down and streaky red pigment stained her fingers, which bled onto the sheriff's hat encapsulated within her hands. Though Thomas couldn't make out the wails, he deciphered "Charlie" a few times. Thomas was so perplexed - Charlie what? As he peered down, all confusion was plagued by a sense of shared torment.

Charlie's "uniform" was always covered in blood - But it was never his. Not until today. It had been ironed that evening - Crisp and warm underneath his raincoat. Instead of a dusty blue, his raincoat bled crimson - and mahogany.

Thomas would've taken a scolding over losing Charlie any day. He would've much preferred if Erin had killed him instead. Seeing his mother in hysterics - pleading with God to bring him back. Suddenly, Charlie was overseas again - And Thomas was checking everyday to see if he'd come home. He'd point to Charlie's picture then to his chair in the dining room: "When is Charlie coming home?"

Instead of the expected yelling - The screaming-vomit erupting from Hoyt - Thomas was met with Hoyt's silence. Instead of his furious eyes burning invasively into Thomas' skull - Thomas was met with empty, soulless eyes lost within the asphalt and glazed over with a garnet hue.

"Come on, Tommy, ain't no different than the slaughterhouse. Meat's meat; Bone's bone. Get it done."

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The TCM comics are sooo good - Top tier /j

Re-Elect Hoyt | Sheriff Of | Travis County, TX

Comics used: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #3; The Texas Chainsaw Massacre #5

Dumb, dumb, dumb-ish, and dummer

That latest post you answered about the family's takes on racism got me wondering, would the family even consider/let Thomas keep a reader that isn't from the Christian faith? I'm mainly thinking about the other two Abraham religions (Judaism & Islam), or would they just kill them off for being different?

How the Hewitts Would React to Someone of Different Faith

I actually haven't thought about this! I think it really depends on the reader / individual as well as their relationship with the family {though mostly their relationship with Thomas.} If it's another Abrahamic religion, I think the family would be much more accepting than if it was something like Paganism. If it was something Pagan, Agnostic, or Atheist, be prepared for religious lectures and sermons about "Devil talk." Hoyt will most definitely call you a "blasphemous bitch" or something of that sort - Something to insult your faith will be likely. This'll mostly occur during arguments - Predominantly religion-related. You'll need to pray with them during dinner, they do not give a fuck what religion you are - Even if you aren't religious - Just pray. It's what's best for your survival honestly.

They'd probably try to convert you {and by they, I mean Luda Mae} - no matter the religion. "But it's basically the same thing; Why not become a Christian?" "Y/N, we just want whats best for you. You don't want to end up in hell, do you?" If you dare remind them that they're all going to hell, expect major offense and an obstreperous argument involving Luda Mae and Hoyt. Those two against you? Yeah..not gonna end well. And trust me when I say Thomas won't be any help - He knows when to intervene, and he will ONLY when and if it gets violent.

It'll die down with time, especially if Thomas likes you {romantically or platonically.} The family {Luda Mae especially} prioritizes Thomas' happiness in the little things - Meaning they'd leave it be after a while. As long as you treat them well {specifically Thomas}, contribute to the family, respect their beliefs {even if they won't respect yours...} and earn their trust, you'll be alright {in time}!

Thank you for the ask ! 🫀

OKOKOK super random but how do u think each of the TCM ppl (either OG or 2003 remake) would be like if they met a latino? I know for a FACT that Luda Mae would be sweet AF, and hoyts deffo being racist af lmao. I think Tommy would be neutral thru pure ignorance?

Hi! I actually had a post coming up that discussed the family's views on race and racism in general: Hope this works 🫀

The entire Hewitt family {besides Thomas} are racist in some shape or form. Monty would just mumble slurs under his breath like the coward he is - I doubt he'd spew insults at someone like Hoyt would. Speaking of Hoyt; He would not ONLY vomit insults and slurs, this ho would actively side-eye and avoid people he didn't like. I'm gonna be slightly controversial and say he wouldn't be outwardly racist to the majority, but I have an inkling he'd be real racist to East Asians and Latinos. Koreans especially, considering his previous trauma as a POW.

Henrietta and the Tea Lady {and slightly Luda Mae} would be racist in the "People in your culture" type of way. Like the type of people who say "y'know, I heard in x country, they did yz" or "Do your people do xy like us?" and so forth. 'Innocent' questions that have racist undertones if you get what I'm saying. Luda Mae's still sweet, don't worry, but considering the time period she not only resides in, but grew up in, there's underlying racism somewhere. I think there's a lot of misinformation and racist things that weren't 'considered' racist at the time which the family would say; Excluding Thomas for obvious reasons.

In all actuality, I don't think Thomas is a racist guy. Ignorant, maybe; But not racist. I don't think he focuses on race / ethnicity simply because he has other things to worry about. He's weary of everyone for self-preservation purposes. Like I stated earlier, he's probably heard racist things from the family *cough cough* Hoyt and Monty - But I doubt he agrees or even really processes them fully. He wouldn't treat someone any differently; Maybe a bit curious but never derogatory or fetishizing. LUDA MAE ON THE OTHER HAND...{sorry, I know this post is all over the place} would have some {minor} fetishizing. Not because she's a bad person {in this scenario} but because she's ignorant. There's a post by BOOdalinski that goes into wonderful detail about the family's racism {both intentional and unintentional.} She'd stop once she's informed of how dehumanizing it can be, and how generally uncomfortable her comments are. Thomas is her son for Christ's sake, she'd never try to make someone feel dehumanized after what it put Thomas through.

And I'll be honest - Hoyt would warm up to you / anyone close to the family. He has his views, sure, but he'd still respect the qualities a person has over their unchangeable characteristics. He'd be the type to say "Y'know, you're one of the good ones" or some bullshit like that. Monty would calm down a bit once he's put in his place {but expect him to whine and bitch about it when he can.}

Anyway - I don't have too much to add to this, but if I come up with more I'll reblog / edit :) 🫀

Half-Cocked {WIP} Snippet / Synopsis

No, the title is not a sex-pun {but it could be}

TW: SA/Rape, Groping, Extreme Language, TCM-Canon-Typical Violence, Gore, Period-Typical Racism + Sexism {No slurs}

Here's a snippet of the fic I'm working on. This is essentially a draft so feedback is completely fine! I have no idea how this will go nor when it will be done, I do apologize. Reader is gender-neutral + race-neutral. {THIS IS NOT THE FULL THING; Will most likely be heavily altered once the final product is published} 🫀

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Not much was left of that forgotten town. The funding was gone, as were the people. After the meat plant shut down, residents lost their purpose in Fuller. It was a shadow of the life previously flourishing there - something only the wildlife could frolic in; Which is exactly why you were here. Miguel, a childhood best friend of yours, wanted to enlist near Dallas. He’d brought you and some mutual friends along promising tickets to a music festival, which you had accepted on the means of exploring the state. It had seemed ideal then but the overwhelming heat of the Texas sun proved otherwise. As you leaned your head on the window; August, who had been sitting in the passenger seat, began to mumble - Something about “needing to fix the air conditioner.” He always was one to complain; Miguel often joked about his ‘particularness’, saying he was a primma-donna at times. Though, he wasn’t too annoying; Not today anyway. A sweet guy with a kind smile, a bit too kind at times. Theia, Miguel’s sister - and mutual friend of yours, had her hair entangled in the wind with her head out the back-passenger window; Flowing in deep curls and coils. 

Driving through the backroads wasn’t too entertaining, requesting a scenic route didn’t make it any better either. You fussed with the lace of your shoe - bending and untying, bending, untying, bending, untyi- 

“Hello, did you hear us?” 

You quickly turned your head, releasing the worn laces from your hands. You felt a small tap on your bicep - It was Edith. Edith was a classmate-turned-girlfriend of August’s, one of Miguel’s friends. She was nice, just a bit impatient, which had been amplified by the unforgivable heat. 

“We’re gonna stop at a gas station in about 3 miles, okay?” 

“Yeah..that’s fine. I needed a break anyway.” You said; Your legs had been feeling a bit numb from the lack of use. Sure would be nice to get your blood flowing. And Lord, did it do just that.

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It had been hours since that drive; Since you’d made it to the community center; Since you’d felt safe. August was long gone; last you saw of him was his spotted blood-trail leading to the basement. The harsh screeching of that steel door sliding open, paired with the hiss of August’s nails as he dug them deep into the walls, attempting to prolong the inevitable torture. Edith; Dearest Edith. Her throat hoarse as she wailed, bleeding through the walls of the decaying house. Miguel, sweet Miguel. He was tied down the chair beside you, half-conscious. Dried blood painted his right temple, flowing down from the gash which plagued his hairline. His lips looked so mundane, as did his usually deep complexion. His head was tilted towards you, clouded eyes staring weakly. As your head lay defeatedly against the crest rail, the beaded eyes of a deer - long dead, glared. It scowled at the two of you from its head bust, nailed to the middle wall. Below it, two windows and a thin table dressed with picture frames and a cloth suffocated by years of dust and dirt. As you tried to think clearly, a pair of footsteps stuttered behind the walls. Strong and angered footsteps pounded the withered wooden floors, followed by frantic and unsteady ones. The sheriff - pseudo-sheriff - forced Theia into the dining room, her wails of protest filling the already claustrophobic atmosphere. As he threw her into the chair opposite of Miguel, another set of footsteps followed in. The ‘barbaric, chainsaw-wielding psycho,’ as Edith had called him, approached Theia. His swole hands took the rope from the sheriff’s aged ones, binding Theia’s wrists and ankles to the chair limbs. 

“There you go, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” The sheriff taunted, his perverted eyes traveling down her form. “I tend to prefer blondes but, hell, I know a pretty thing when I see one.” 

The sheriff cupped Theia’s shoulders as he forced his lips upon her head. His lecherous movements didn’t go unnoticed by anyone; Especially not Miguel. Even in his weakened state, he spat at the sheriff, his eyes filled with contempt.

“Get the fuck off her, you fucking whore!” He screamed - The sheriff immediately turned to Miguel, his eyes filled with slight shock. That shock was quickly overturned by indignation. 

“Now who put you the fuck incharge?” He mockingly questioned as he walked over to Miguel, grabbing his hair and shoving his head into the table; “Last time I checked, this badge is the authority around here. I make the demands; I challenge the rules, not candy-ass hippie soy-boys like you.” The sheriff retorted as he let go of Miguel’s head, leaning his arms against the crest rail; “Get a grip on yourself, son; This shit don’t fly in out here, you got that?”

Miguel was now barely breathing, his eyes were glossed over and almost completely closed. 

It hurt so much to see him fade. The light which was once rampant within him had disappeared. He weakly opened his eyes, their lids fluttering under the warm lights. You thought maybe he had gained the strength for something. Just do something. But he couldn’t. His eyes inevitably shut again as he steadied his breathing. 

“Goddamn it..” You defeatedly whined. Your wrists struggled between the rope as it dug into your already stripped skin. 

The brutish butcher had been standing in the corner of the room; Observing. He didn’t seem enthusiastic or encouraging of the matter; Rather - dissociated. His hands grasped onto the strings of his apron, bending and untying, bending, untying; Just as you had earlier. It was an intricate silence between the five of you; The sheriff had already gone back to leeching off Theia, and you couldn’t bear to look. Soon enough, the elderly woman from the community center presented a covered pot amongst the few of you; Placing it down on the aged lace that blanketed the old wooden table. 

“Tommy, set the table for us, dear.” She said as she looked over towards Theia and the sheriff. “And you, give her some room! Don’t want to spoil dinner with your whirlwind of trouble.” 

The sheriff lightly scoffed, but left Theia to rest. He stood behind ‘his’ chair at the head of the table, opposite to you. He mumbled a soft “No need for bellyachin’..” before adjusting his back. 

As ‘Tommy’ returned with the plates, an elderly man appeared behind him. He approached the empty spot at the table and positioned his wheelchair accordingly; His expression often seemed dull and exhausted - That is until he saw a woman he fancied. His smug and slimy eyes would wander up and down as his body heat heightened. It was revolting. Luckily, he had no interest in Theia - he had voiced that many times. 

“Where’d you put that other one? The blonde.” He impatiently asked. The sheriff scoffed in reply, turning his head unamused. 

“In my room, that’s where. Ain’t none of your concern, now is it?”

“What? But you have that one right over there! You know I don’t like ‘em like that-” Monty protested, only to be cut off.

“Watch your mouths! I will not have any fighting at this table, do you understand me?” Luda Mae declared. She wasn’t one for unnecessary confrontation; Especially not over ‘ungodly’ topics such as these. 

Both of them rolled their eyes, parting ways as they sat back. Thomas was sitting beside Theia, though he seemed uncomfortable. He kept staring between you and Miguel, only looking away during conversation. You were terrified to say the least; How could you not be? Your friends, your only support system, murdered in front of you. And now you’re forced to eat with the perpetrators? Tears you didn’t recognize fell from your eyes - mixing with blood and dirt to create a streaky film over your cheeks and neck. You tried to control your breathing, attempting to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. Nothing could’ve prepared you for this. Nothing. You hopelessly looked around the room, gravitating towards Thomas. He was still staring at you. Though his body language portrayed his enervation; His muted blue eyes looked consistently curious, and crazed. The staring continued for some time until the sheriff - Hoyt, interrupted:

“Bow your heads - Let's give thanks for the bounty that's been given us.”

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This is so ass I'm sorry lmao {Again, NOT THE FINISHED PRODUCT} :)

The Hewitt Family Tree {Potentially Canon?}

So..it's very obvious that the Hewitt family tree is..more than complicated. The ages and the relations between the seven members can be perplexing. I attempted to be as canon as possible, but there's always room for criticism and changes :)

Here's an *attempt* at a family tree {Click for better quality, I do apologize.}.

Luda Mae, Montgomery, and Katherine are the children of an unknown woman and Charles 'Charlie' Hewitt. Charles 'Charlie' Hewitt Jr. {Hoyt}, is the child of Luda Mae and Charles Hewitt {nonconsensual}. Thomas is the child of Sloane {factory worker} and an unknown father. Henrietta is the child of Katherine and an unknown father. Jedidiah's origins are unknown; But he is the grandson of Luda Mae Hewitt.

Luda Mae appears to be the eldest; Marietta Marich, the actress which portrayed Luda Mae, was quoted saying "Whenever I do a part, I like to get into the character — just become the character — and make her as real as possible. So I figured Luda Mae was dirt poor and probably one of four or five kids, and the oldest, so she's like the momma." According to the official Texas Chainsaw Massacre Wiki on Fandom, Monty is around 70 years old, born in 1903; Making him 66 in the 2006 prequel, and 70 in the 2003 remake. On Hoyt's wiki page, he was born in 1914; Making him 55 in the 2006 prequel, and 59 at the time of his death during the 2003 remake. The Tea Lady, dubbed 'Kathy', has no official age or date of birth, but many speculate {based on her appearance as well as her actor, Kathy Lamkin,} that she is in her late-forties to mid-fifties. Henrietta also does not have an official age nor date of birth; Many speculate {based on her appearance as well as her actor, Heather Kafka,} that she is in her early-to-mid-thirties. Jedidiah's wiki page reveals no age nor date of birth, but speculates he was born in the late 1960's, making him around 5-9 years old. David Dorfman, the actor that portrayed Jedidiah, was 10 at the time of filming the 2003 remake. Thomas was born in August of 1939; Making him 30 during the 2006 prequel, and 34 at the time of the 2003 remake.

Hope this clears things up for some!

Much love, 🫀