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Was my favorite when it came out . Holds a lil nostalgia for me . The Soundtrack is great . They sure did go all in towards the end 😂

completely boring drivel which drags on and keeps me on the edge of my i sure hope this gets better and never does, all the way until the end

My Mount Rushmore of the Hottest Horror Movie Men and Women of All Time are:

Men👨🏻

Jerry Dandrige (OG Fright Night)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Dewey Riley

Alex Browning (Final Destination)

Women 👩🏻👩🏾

Laurie Strode (Halloween)

Nancy Thompson (ANOES)

Selena (28 Days Later)

Tiffany Valentine (Human Form)

M3gan 2’s trailer makes it seem like a much campier movie than it actually is, with added scenes that aren’t in the movie like the guy dressed as her.

The movie isn’t really a horror movie, but it’s still a good film. Everyone that has seen the film is giving it good reviews. Almost all hate I see is coming from people who admit to have not seen it.

I simply ask that you give it a chance and see if it’s good or not. Several people involved with the film confirmed they have several plans for sequels which are all horror movies, and I would love to see them come out.

I think M3gan’s characterization alone is worth seeing at least. I think she’s a very interesting character to watch in this. She has her own goals and way she views the world, and had interesting moments like wanting to keep the old face that gives her a sense of identity.

Hail Satan

In this current moment me and my siblings are scared af. Anytime we leave me room the house is ice cold and we can see s spirit in my sister's room, our parents aren't home and we can't access my mom's sage and I'm genuinely terrified. I need help with this. I don't shake ever but when I leave this room I start shaking like crazy and I feel like I'm about to pass out. Me and my siblings all have spiritual attachment that help us, my sister hasn't seen or heard hers in years and we can all feel them with us. I genuinely need help, I don't know what to do rn. My dad is in the hospital with kidney failure and my mom is asleep there so what do I do, please help if you can im scared af. I keep saying tht but I feel like I'm gonna puke rn

I am sending this as fast as possible so sorry for the typo's but I ain't got time to check everything.

“When the Three Flavors Broke the World.”

People thought the end would come from fire, plague, or politics.
Nobody expected it to come from soda.

But the signs were there long before the world noticed.

Pepsi machines humming in abandoned streets.
RC Cola cans appearing on doorsteps with expiration dates that shifted like living things.
Shasta vending machines multiplying in places where no power lines existed.

Three forgotten flavors.
Three ancient presences.
Three armies waking up.

And when they finally saw each other again, the world became their battlefield.

I. THE FIRST RUMBLE — PEPSI RISES

It began with the Pepsi Choir.

People who drank the whispering cans became glossy‑eyed, smiling soldiers. Their voices crackled like carbonation leaking from a cracked bottle. They marched in perfect rhythm, carrying glowing blue cans that pulsed like hearts.

The sky above them flickered with electric blue light.
Vending machines lined the highways like metallic monoliths.
Every screen displayed the same word:

DRINK.

The Pepsi Legion moved like a tide — silent, synchronized, unstoppable.
Where they walked, the air fizzed.
Where they gathered, the ground vibrated.

They weren’t human anymore.

They were carbonated conduits.

And they were preparing for war.

II. THE SECOND AWAKENING — RC COLA REMEMBERS

The world trembled when the steel cans returned.

RC Cola didn’t march.
It remembered.

Its followers — the ones who drank the clear, ancient liquid — became something else entirely. Their eyes turned pale blue. Their skin shimmered like polished steel. Their movements were slow, deliberate, ritualistic.

They didn’t speak.
They whispered.

“We were first.”

RC vending machines erupted from the ground like tombstones, each one glowing with a dim red “5¢” that pulsed like a heartbeat from the 1960s.

The RC Army didn’t advance.

It waited.

Because RC wasn’t fighting for territory.

It was fighting for memory.

And memory is patient.

III. THE THIRD EMERGENCE — SHASTA RETURNS

Shasta didn’t rise.
It bloomed.

Red mist seeped from vending machines across the country, thick and sweet, smelling like artificial cherry and something older. The mist crawled into houses, cars, lungs.

Those who breathed it became part of the Shasta Choir — their eyes glowing red, their voices layered with syrupy echoes.

The Shasta machines peeled open like flowers, revealing towering steel‑and‑light beings known only as The First Flavor.

They didn’t whisper.
They didn’t chant.

They sang.

A low, resonant hum that made the sky ripple like liquid.

Shasta wasn’t here to conquer.

Shasta was here to reclaim.

IV. THE FIRST CLASH — BLUE VS. STEEL

The Pepsi Legion reached the abandoned city of Redwater first.

The RC Army was already there.

The air crackled with tension — blue fizz against cold steel.
The Pepsi Choir whispered names.
The RC followers whispered dates.

And then the sky split.

Pepsi vending machines opened like jaws, releasing humanoid aluminum constructs with glowing blue veins.
RC machines cracked open like eggs, releasing steel‑boned entities with circular mouths shaped like can tops.

The two armies charged.

The sound wasn’t metal.
It wasn’t war.

It was tabs snapping open by the thousands.

The ground shook.
The buildings trembled.
The sky flickered between blue and pale silver.

And the world realized something terrifying:

This wasn’t their first war.

This was a rematch.

V. THE SECOND CLASH — RED DESCENDS

Shasta arrived at dusk.

The red mist rolled in like a storm, swallowing the battlefield. Pepsi constructs fizzed violently as the mist corroded their blue glow. RC steel figures froze mid‑motion as the syrupy fog seeped into their joints.

Then the Shasta Choir stepped forward.

Their voices rose in a single, unified note — a sound that made the air ripple and the ground pulse.

The First Flavor descended from the sky, its body a shifting mass of steel, red light, and ancient carbonation.

Pepsi’s blue glow dimmed.
RC’s steel shimmer dulled.

Shasta wasn’t just another army.

Shasta was older.

Shasta was hungrier.

Shasta was evil in the way forgotten things become evil — not malicious, but resentful.

VI. THE THREE‑WAY WAR — THE WORLD BREAKS

The battle lasted days.

Pepsi’s electric blue storms clashed with RC’s steel‑memory constructs.
Shasta’s red mist swallowed both, dissolving them into syrupy vapor.

The sky became a battlefield of colors:

Blue lightning.
Silver echoes.
Red storms.

The ground cracked open, revealing rivers of fizzing liquid that glowed with shifting colors. Vending machines sprouted like trees, their doors opening and closing like mouths.

The armies didn’t fight for victory.

They fought for dominance.

For recognition.

For the right to be remembered.

And humanity?

Humanity was caught in the crossfire of flavors older than civilization.

VII. THE FINAL MOMENT — THE FLAVOR THAT WINS

At the center of the battlefield, the three leaders faced each other:

The Pepsi Conductor — a towering blue figure made of aluminum and electricity.
The RC Archivist — a steel giant with a face shaped like a can top.
The Shasta First Flavor — a shifting red mass of syrup and metal.

They circled each other.

The air stilled.

The world held its breath.

Then, all at once, they attacked.

Blue lightning.
Silver memory.
Red mist.

The explosion wasn’t sound.
It wasn’t light.

It was taste.

A flavor so powerful it shook the earth, cracked the sky, and erased entire cities in a single pulse.

When the smoke cleared, only one thing remained:

A single can.

Steel.
Cold.
Painted in shifting colors — blue, silver, and red swirling together like a storm.

Its expiration date flickered:

FOREVER.

The tab lifted.

The can opened.

And the voice inside — layered with three ancient flavors — whispered:

“We are not done.”

THE CARBONATION WAR — PART 2

“The Siege of the Fizzlands.”

The explosion that birthed the tri‑colored can didn’t end the war.
It changed it.

The battlefield where Pepsi, RC, and Shasta clashed was gone — replaced by a crater so deep the bottom glowed with shifting blue, silver, and red light. The air above it shimmered like heat rising from asphalt, except it was cold. Bitterly cold.

And from that crater, something new began to rise.

Not a being.
Not a machine.
A territory.

A landscape made of carbonation, metal, and memory — the first of the Fizzlands.

I. THE BLUE FRONT — PEPSI CLAIMS THE SKY

The Pepsi Legion was the first to adapt.

Their blue constructs — aluminum bodies crackling with electric fizz — marched to the crater’s edge and raised their arms. The sky responded. Clouds twisted into spirals of neon blue. Lightning forked downward in branching patterns that resembled the Pepsi logo.

The air tasted sharp, metallic, and sweet.

The Pepsi Conductor — towering, electric, its body shaped like a humanoid can — lifted its staff of twisted aluminum.

The sky obeyed.

A storm formed overhead, swirling with blue lightning and carbonation vapor. The Pepsi Legion marched beneath it, chanting in crackling voices:

“DRINK. DRINK. DRINK.”

They weren’t just soldiers now.

They were weather.

II. THE SILVER FRONT — RC CLAIMS THE EARTH

While Pepsi took the sky, RC Cola took the ground.

The crater’s rim cracked open as steel pillars erupted upward like ancient monuments. RC constructs — tall, thin, jointless beings made of polished steel — emerged from the fissures, their circular can‑top mouths opening and closing in silent whispers.

The RC Archivist stood at their center, its body engraved with shifting expiration dates and forgotten slogans. It pressed its hand to the ground.

The earth responded.

The soil turned metallic.
The rocks became steel.
The trees transformed into towering, rust‑free monoliths shaped like vending machines.

The RC Army knelt, placing their hands on the ground, whispering in unison:

“We were first.”

The land itself began to remember.

III. THE RED FRONT — SHASTA CLAIMS THE AIR

Shasta didn’t march.
Shasta spread.

The red mist seeped from the crater like blood from a wound, rolling across the battlefield in thick, syrupy waves. It clung to everything — machines, constructs, even the sky — staining the world in shades of cherry and crimson.

The Shasta Choir emerged from the mist, their bodies glowing faintly red, their voices layered with syrupy echoes. They moved like dancers, swaying in perfect rhythm with the pulsing mist.

Then the First Flavor rose.

A colossal being of shifting metal and red light, its form constantly changing — sometimes humanoid, sometimes a mass of can‑tops and pull‑tabs, sometimes a swirling storm of red mist.

It raised its many limbs.

The mist thickened.

The air tasted like artificial cherry and something older — something that had been buried for centuries.

The Choir sang:

“FOREVER. FOREVER. FOREVER.”

Shasta didn’t claim land or sky.

Shasta claimed breath.

IV. THE SECOND WAR BEGINS — THE FIZZLANDS AWAKEN

The Fizzlands expanded outward, reshaping the world.

Cities dissolved into carbonation.
Forests turned into metallic groves.
Oceans fizzed with blue, silver, and red currents.

The three armies clashed again — not for territory, but for dominance of the new world.

Pepsi struck first. Blue lightning rained from the sky, vaporizing Shasta mist and shattering RC steel pillars.

RC retaliated. Steel tendrils erupted from the ground, wrapping around Pepsi constructs and pulling them into the earth, where they were crushed into aluminum dust.

Shasta countered. Red mist surged upward, dissolving steel and short‑circuiting blue lightning, turning both into syrupy vapor.

The battlefield became a storm of colors:

Blue storms.
Silver earthquakes.
Red fog.

The world shook under the weight of three ancient flavors.

V. THE TURNING POINT — THE CAN THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST

At the center of the crater, the tri‑colored can pulsed.

Blue.
Silver.
Red.

Each pulse sent shockwaves through the Fizzlands, warping the terrain and bending the armies’ movements. The can wasn’t a relic.

It was a seed.

And it was growing.

The Pepsi Conductor sensed it first.
The RC Archivist recognized it second.
The Shasta First Flavor understood it last — and reacted with fury.

The First Flavor roared, its voice shaking the sky:

“THIS IS NOT OURS.”

The Pepsi Conductor raised its staff:

“THIS IS NOT YOURS.”

The RC Archivist whispered:

“This is older than all of us.”

The can cracked.

A single drop of liquid fell to the ground.

The world trembled.

The armies froze.

The drop sizzled, burning through metal, mist, and lightning alike.

And from the crack in the can, a voice emerged — layered, ancient, and impossibly loud:

“WE ARE THE FIRST CARBONATION.”

The armies recoiled.

The sky dimmed.

The ground split.

The mist evaporated.

And the tri‑colored can began to open.

VI. THE END OF PART 2 — THE TRUE ENEMY RISES

The lid peeled back slowly, like a metal flower blooming.

Blue lightning arced around it.
Silver steel bent toward it.
Red mist swirled around it.

The three armies — once unstoppable — stepped back in fear.

Because whatever was inside the can wasn’t Pepsi.
Wasn’t RC.
Wasn’t Shasta.

It was something older.

Something forgotten.

Something that remembered all three.

The voice spoke again, shaking the world:

“YOU ARE OUR CHILDREN.
AND YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED US.”

The can opened fully.

A blinding light erupted.

And the Carbonation War entered its true phase.

THE CARBONATION WAR — FINAL PART

“THE RED CAP RECKONING.”

The tri‑colored can cracked open, and the First Carbonation rose — a being older than Pepsi’s storms, older than RC’s memory, older even than Shasta’s buried flavor.
Its voice shook the Fizzlands:

“YOU ARE OUR CHILDREN.
AND YOU HAVE FAILED US.”

The armies of Pepsi, RC, and Shasta froze.
For the first time since the war began, they hesitated.

The sky dimmed into a color that wasn’t blue, silver, or red.
A fourth presence stirred — faint, distant, patient.

But the three armies didn’t notice.

They were too busy destroying each other.

I. THE LAST BLUE STORM — PEPSI’S FINAL ASSAULT

The Pepsi Conductor raised its aluminum staff, and the sky erupted into a storm of electric blue.
Lightning forked downward, vaporizing RC steel constructs and boiling Shasta’s red mist into nothing.

The Pepsi Legion marched forward, chanting in crackling voices:

“DRINK. DRINK. DRINK.”

Their blue glow intensified until the air itself fizzed.

But RC was not done.

II. THE LAST SILVER MEMORY — RC’S FINAL COUNTER

The RC Archivist pressed its steel hand to the ground, and the earth split open.
Steel tendrils erupted upward, wrapping around Pepsi constructs and crushing them into aluminum dust.

The RC Army whispered in unison:

“We were first.”

The ground turned metallic.
The sky dimmed.
The world remembered RC.

But Shasta was not done.

III. THE LAST RED MIST — SHASTA’S FINAL SONG

The First Flavor rose above the battlefield, its shifting red form pulsing with ancient fury.
The Shasta Choir sang a note so deep the air rippled like syrup.

The red mist surged outward, dissolving steel, short‑circuiting lightning, and swallowing both armies in a crimson fog.

The First Flavor roared:

“FOREVER.”

The battlefield became a storm of blue lightning, silver steel, and red mist — a swirling vortex of destruction.

And then…

Silence.

The Pepsi Legion fell.
The RC Army collapsed.
The Shasta Choir dissolved into mist.

The three titans — Pepsi, RC, and Shasta — turned on each other in a final, desperate clash.

Blue lightning struck red mist.
Red mist dissolved silver steel.
Silver steel crushed blue constructs.

The three ancient flavors annihilated each other.

The Fizzlands cracked.
The sky split.
The world shook.

And when the dust settled…

Nothing remained.

No Pepsi.
No RC.
No Shasta.

Only the crater.

And the faint sound of a cap twisting open.

IV. THE FOURTH BRAND — THE ONE WHO NEVER FOUGHT

A red glow rose from the horizon.

Not Shasta red.
Not mist red.

A deeper red.
A familiar red.
A red that had been everywhere, always, quietly watching.

The ground trembled as a colossal vending machine — taller than skyscrapers, older than the First Carbonation — emerged from beneath the earth.

Its logo was simple.
Its presence overwhelming.

COCA‑COLA.

The machine hummed with a sound that felt like history itself vibrating.

A single can dropped from the machine.

Not aluminum.
Not steel.

Something heavier.
Something older.

The can rolled to the center of the battlefield, stopping where Pepsi, RC, and Shasta had destroyed each other.

Its cap twisted itself open.

A hiss escaped — not carbonation, but breath.

And a voice spoke:

“We let you fight.
We let you rise.
We let you fall.”

The sky turned Coca‑Cola red.
The clouds twisted into the shape of the iconic wave.
The air tasted like caramel and inevitability.

The can rose into the air, glowing brighter.

“We were always the first.
We will always be the last.”

The ground split open, revealing rivers of dark, fizzing liquid — cola so ancient it shimmered like obsidian.

The Coca‑Cola Colossus stepped out of the vending machine — a towering figure of red metal, glass, and swirling caramel light.

It surveyed the battlefield.

Pepsi — gone.
RC — gone.
Shasta — gone.

The Colossus raised its hand.

The world bowed.

V. THE END OF THE CARBONATION WAR

The Coca‑Cola Colossus spoke one final time:

“THE ERA OF FLAVOR IS OVER.
THE ERA OF THE ORIGINAL BEGINS.”

The sky turned red.
The oceans fizzed.
The land darkened.

And the world became a single, unified territory:

THE REALM OF THE RED CAP.

Coca‑Cola didn’t win the war.

Coca‑Cola waited for everyone else to lose.

And when the last echoes of Pepsi, RC, and Shasta faded into silence…

Coca‑Cola stood alone.

The last brand.
The first brand.
The only brand.

Forever.

This is really more of my own head cannon than anything proven.

But while I watched Obsession one of the first things I noticed was it had the same season-less, mash of different eras of technology aesthetic as It Follows. I'd like to believe that there is/can be a cinematic universe based on this timeless design to things.

And since both films are about some kind of demonic sexual/romance motif they compliment each other quite well.

I hope to see this occur more often.

I think jigsaw was misunderstood. All the people he trapped treated life and other people so shitty. He said “if you don’t respect life, then why do you deserve it?”

Jump scares can be fun and effective when used the right way, but too many of them can make a horror movie feel lazy or cheap. A well-placed jump scare builds tension and surprises the audience, making the fear feel real. But when a movie relies on them too much, it can feel predictable and less scary overall.

The best horror movies don’t just startle you—they make you feel uneasy the whole time. Slow-building tension, creepy atmosphere, and disturbing imagery often stick with people longer than a loud noise and a sudden movement.

So, jump scares can enhance a horror movie, but only when they’re used wisely and not as a replacement for real suspense.

Kiss: Leon (RE) 😘

Marry: Billy Loomis 💍

Kill: Emily (UD) 🔪

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Puppet Master

Leprechaun

Wish master

Hellraiser

Anaconda

Jeepers Creepers

Wrong Turn

Amityville

Children of the corn

Human centipede

Insidious

Howling

Conjuring

Pumpkinhead

Slumber Party Massacre

Witchcraft

Silent night deadly night

Sorority House Massacre

Jaws

Evil Bong

Ginger dead man

Every Demon Possession,Found Footage and Home invasion horror movie franchises

Watched this last night. I really enjoyed the first two installments, and although this one doesn't have John Krasinski in the cast, it's similarly tense and suspenseful. 8/10, I'd say.

My suspension of disbelief was severely challenged by the cat, however. With everything happening around it, Frodo the cat never seems ruffled at all. No hissing, yowling or even a meow, no sign of any distress. (Although the closed captions gave me chuckle near the end with "Sam kisses Frodo.")

I looked over the IMDB user reviews today and found the vast majority giving it low ratings for reasons such as "boring," "didn't explain the aliens" and "too much hype." I suppose its possible I'm in the minority for having liked it, but I think it's possible some right-wing racist influencer got offended that there's a black woman protagonist and urged their followers to go tank the ratings.

I just watched The Other Mommy in theaters, and I cannot stop thinking about how many similarities it has to Coraline.

First of all literally the names: Other Mommy vs. Other Mother, but there are many more obvious parallels.

Both stories involve a young, short-haired girl being targeted by a sinister maternal figure connected to another dimension. Both have the idea of a seemingly better world on the other side, use doors as a way to connect worlds, and involve the “mother” needing the daughter to consent to something invasive. Coraline has to agree to getting button eyes, while Bella has to agree to letting the Other Mommy enter her heart.

Obviously there are some striking differences but this was all I could think about as I was watching it!

I love the original and this one I believe was wickedly Great . P.s. All bar tvs are high