That's Hoyt Talking Btw {Confirmed} {I Was There}

Father!Thomas post coming soon 😈

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

Proprietorial - Ch.2 | Pt. 1

broke this chapter into two parts BECAUSE it has a bit of a tone switch :)

pt.1 is definitely a 'transition' if you will, so it's much shorter

pt.2 is the real stuff

Akrasia

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You knew you had to leave this town. There really was nothing left for you - or anyone - here. Most of the sheriff’s department left, just as most of the residents - Leaving infrastructure abandoned and empty. You agreed to stay a little longer, for Thomas’ sake. In return, you’d been invited to dinner - Which laid in front of you. You, amongst the family, sat at the lace-draped table, the only consistent sound being the scraping of utensils against the aged porcelain. Luda Mae, sitting at the left side of the table, broke the minor silence:

“We’re so glad you could join us tonight, dear. It means a lot that you’re staying, ‘specially to Thomas.” 

Thomas blushed a bit in response, he never liked being placed in vulnerable positions. You attempted to smile, “It’s the least I could do.” You really tried to sound convincing, but from Charlie’s reaction, you weren’t the best at pretending..

“So, you planning on staying for long?” 

“As long as I can.” 

“You’re not a good liar, honey.” 

You pushed the contents of your broth around, not making eye contact with anyone. You could feel Charlie’s complacent grin growing the more he stared at you. 

“There’s no reason in lying, hun. You don’t want to stay here.” 

It was true, you didn’t. Everything had dried up - And you, you were parched. Continuing to distract yourself with dinner, you felt yourself get more and more aggravated as the interrogation resumed. Thomas was unusually stiff, staring down at his food just as you were. He really didn’t want you to leave - He’d never admit it, but he loved you; And hearing about you leaving just made that repressed feeling rouse. 

“Charlie, leave the poor child alone. I will not have you riling each other up at this table.” 

Charlie rolled his eyes, mumbling a small “yes mama..” before returning to his food.

Just avoid him - he’s not worth it; You thought to yourself. Charlie really did like riling people up, though, he really was just afraid of being left out. You two never really got along - He was all ‘tough love.’ An intimidating kind of guy who was always judging, even if he didn’t mean it. You were sure there was love in his heart, maybe not for you, but most definitely for his family. You saw the way he looked at his mama - Full of respect with hints of defiance. 

Dinner continued in inconsistent silence - Luda Mae would start up conversations only for them to end just as fast. You tried producing thoughtful responses, putting in more effort than the dispassionate grunts coming from the rest of the table. Monty never really enjoyed ‘meaningless’ conversation, his main focus was to get dinner over with so he could return to the living room - Wasting another day with his legs rotting into the cushion of the reclining chair. 

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When dinner concluded, the table cleared, and the family members resigned to their usual evening routines, you thanked the Hewitts and packed the little things you brought with you - Parting ways as you left for the doorway. Just before you reached the final step of the porch, the front screen doors swung open.

“Dear,” Luda Mae, of course, stopped you. You turned around, a small ‘hm?’ fell from your lips. 

“We really do appreciate your company. You’re always welcome to stay - Even if it’s just for the night.” 

Just for the night.

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Me when my uncle forces our family into cannibalism {I enjoyed it} {would do again} {just stole the face of the guy I wanted but couldn't have}

need him like this or somethibg

tis is so ass blud 😭

the nonsharers are mad lmfaoo

Idk if its just me but I HATE when people who yume/selfship with a certain character get pissed or annoyed when others also ship themselves with them.

Like bro... YOU DONT OWN THAT CHARACTER. it's giving the 2019 "He's my boyfriend and husband, and I'll kill anyone who even looks at him" shit.

"Leatherface's best friend is his chainsaw" is such a sad quote, but it's not inaccurate. Thomas doesn't have anyone besides his family - And his family demands his labor. He protects and feeds them; He also does most of the chores. If he died, the Hewitt family would die too. "His best friend is his chainsaw" reads to me as his dependance on his family, as well as his familiarity with violence. After the slaughterhouse shut down, Thomas' purpose was killing. Be the physical force in this family; Capture, torture, kill, skin, and butcher. He probably does most if not all of the physical labor: Cutting and collecting firewood, taking care of the animals, fixing utilities, all necessary aspects to sustaining life at the farmhouse. To him {and sometimes his family}, Thomas IS his saw. Just like when he was a butcher, Thomas IS his meat cleaver. Thomas IS his mask. Thomas IS his family's guard dog. That's why whenever someone calls for him, he's there within a matter of seconds. That's why he risks his life to "keep the family together."

Thomas {in his view} has no purpose outside of the family. His entire career has been violent, and that doesn't seem to be resolved any time soon. He's legitimately a guard dog; Work all day, minimal sleep, always alert, willing to die.

Image Credit: Reddit.com

this is all I think about in relationship to Thomas

"This {the family} is like a feral pack of dogs; But there's enough that bonds them and there's enough natural primal necessity to solidify that as a family unit" - Andrew Bryniarski | TCM: The Beginning Behind the Scenes {15:54 - 16:03}

having long distance friends is so fucked. do you wanna come over to my house and play (it will cost us 1 william dollars)

I have a love/hate relationship with being weird. I LOVE when other people are weird {even if I don’t understand/connect with it} but I hate being weird myself {sometimes}

I love you {fellow} weird people please never stop being nerds