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I'm introducing a new rule. And what would that be? Huh? Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer.

#scream 2022 #scream v #sam carpenter #not mine

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pls help, they both sound good to me in different ways

p.s. please ignore the typo i made like a fucking idiot. i can't edit it even tho it makes me want to scream.

#parkerwrites #parkerasks #help #abigail #abigail 2024

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making me cry is your passion isn't it? oh my fuck this is tragically beautiful 🩶

just 'cause something's good don't mean it lasts

scream; tara carpenter · perspective ✗ lyric fic 28th of june by megan moroney gif © @apara-dise-penguin

28th of june, it was me and you rose petals on the bed, and i love you written on a happy one-year card "here's to forever, you have my heart" drank a bottle of red and opened up another danced around the room, holding onto each other like we were never gonna let go i was too naïve to know just 'cause something's good don't mean it lasts by fall, we fell apart, and just like that time kept ticking, and you moved on another 365 have come and gone today would've been a day that we'd celebrate and now it's just another tuesday

Ever since kindergarten, it was Tara and Amber. 

Tara was forced into a classroom with rowdy kids and a teacher who was too busy chatting with other parents to notice her own mother getting too antsy to stick around for a meet-and-greet. Christina was late for work and had to leave her daughter alone on her first day, and oh how Tara cried. She begged her not to leave, clung onto her hand, and tried to make any excuse she could think of, but through teary eyes and jumpy breaths, she watched Christina disappear in the crowded hallways, leaving her to retreat to an empty table in the back of the classroom and cry. 

That was until another little girl with long black hair and pale skin approached her. 

“Why are you crying?”

“I-I w-want my mommy…”

The girl glanced towards the door before shrugging lightly, “You’ll see her later.”

Tara curled into herself and hid her face from the newcomer. She couldn’t stop thinking of her mother and how badly she wanted to run down the hall just to see her one more time. Her chest grew tight with asthmatic tension and her breaths came out wheezy. “It’s scary here…”

“No, it’s not. Just stick with me and we’ll have fun!” The girl smiled, placing a hand on her new companion. “What’s your name?”

A single tear streamed down Tara’s cheek as she looked up at her classmate, “Tara.”

“I’m Amber,” she retorted before taking a seat and pulling her backpack up onto the table to shield Tara from the rest of the world. “Let’s be best friends.”

“…Okay…”

From there, they really did become the best of friends. They did everything together. Amber went to school for her parents, her growing education, recess, and Tara. Tara went to school for Amber and Amber alone. Going to class, leaving her parents, enduring the horrors of physical education, being called on by the teacher, and having to sit in the loud, smelly cafeteria during lunch or dismissal were all dampers, but Tara pushed through because of her best friend. She made it all tolerable. She made it all worth it… 

Grade school years flew. Days grew longer and nights doubled that. Seasons changed, lessons were learned, grades were made, and hardships were endured. Children grew into teens, and the craziness of puberty struck junior high and highschool like a disease. But one thing stayed… Tara and Amber’s relationship. 

Although they were best friends, sometimes people questioned if they were more than that. Every August, on the first day of class, they would exchange cards for their anniversary that reached all the way back to kindergarten. Reminiscing old memories, making new memories, late-night sleepovers, secret shots of alcohol, binge watching scary movies, singing karaoke, dancing to dirty music, flirting while cuddling, teasing while trying to go to sleep, and everything in between from friendship to romance was spent by the hands and hearts of Tara and Amber. But they never ended an anniversary, a sleepover, a day at school, a phone call, or a text without saying “I love you”. Whether or not it was platonic or intimate was unknown to all except the two girls who had written and signed, ‘here’s to forever, you have my heart’.

They had built a dynasty of trust and loyalty. And when no one was there, Amber always was. 

That was until the Ghostface attacks of 2022. 

Their promise on forever was shattered. Amber was manipulated and groomed, turning her back on everything she had ever known and betraying what felt like a lifetime of trust. No one cared. Nobody except for Tara. 

Tara was hunted, haunted, and targeted at an attempted murder by Amber. But she loved her. 

Tara was taunted, hostaged, and beaten at an attempted framing by Amber. But she loved her. 

And it was Tara who pulled the trigger to bring her best friend’s world to an end, because she had to. Because she loved her. 

Amber was dead, which means she didn’t have to live with the horror, regret, and loss of what once was. But Tara did. Tara had to live with that pain every single fucking day. No one cared about Amber Freeman; the deranged, goth, teenage girl whose life was overcome by fame, greed, and fantasy all due to an older man, whose obsession turned into vengeance and evil. Amber was dead now, and no one cared. No one except for Tara. 

And every August, every first day of school, Tara’s world crumbles. She cries the day before, the day of, and the day after. 

Every first day of school when she opens her eyes, she can’t breathe. She sobs and screams into her pillow before she gets dressed, skips breakfast, arrives on campus, and sits in the back of the class with her head down and her backpack on her desk to hide herself from the rest of the class. Just like her first day of kindergarten. Just like her first day with Amber.

It used to be the best day of her life. It used to be a day of celebration, memory, and love.

Now, it was just another first day of school. 

It was just another day in August. 

It was just another day without Amber.

28th of june, callin' out of work waking up alone, sleeping in your shirt wondering if you think about me are you really already happy? come on, don't say it's true that she loves you like I still do say i still cross your mind and it's eating you alive just 'cause something's good don't mean it lasts by fall, we fell apart, and just like that time kept ticking, and you moved on another 365 have come and gone today would've been a day that we'd celebrate and now it's just another tuesday

When Sam left, Tara took it hard. 

After tearing apart the birthday surprise she had worked so hard on the night Sam walked out, she was never the same. She cried so hard, she threw up the pizza she ate. She hardly slept that night and went to school exhausted and numb the next day. She spent her days cursing and crying and blaming anyone and everything for her loss, yet spent her nights on her knees at her bedside, hoping and praying Sam would come home the next morning.

That morning never came.

All the sleepovers she had in Sam’s room or the occasional ones spent in Tara’s room because Sam wanted her to rest in the comfort of her own room were gone. Tara would wake up alone, her pillow damp from tears or sweat while her shirt – well, Sam’s shirt – would be pulled from her body to cool her hot, un-touched skin. 

She got by because of Amber, who adopted the role of an older sister, but she always found herself wondering if Sam was thinking of her. Because she was surely being thought about by Tara. She wondered where she was, who she was with, and if she was happy. 

Did she find someone else she cared more about? Did she remember her birthday when December blew in cold? Did she remember the way Tara felt when curled up next to her in bed after a nightmare? Did she remember her baby sister was being left alone while their mother stayed out late, or got dead-beat drunk when things got hard? Did she remember how much Tara loved her? And did she know how much she missed her, how much she wanted her back home?

All and more were questions gone unanswered for years. After everything they had been through since Tara opened her little eyes at birth; Sam had always been there. So how was she supposed to let her go? How was she supposed to move on or forget? How was she supposed to live without her when she never had to do such a thing before?

Time kept ticking and there was no trace of Sam Carpenter, nor was there a single answer to Tara’s prayers. Years passed and all Tara could do was remember. All she had were memories of Sam and how wonderful life was when she was with her. She felt happy, safe, and most of all, utterly adored by her older sister. 

From a fantasy of childhood; Tara and Sam and Sam and Tara, to a world of hurt; Tara and… Just Tara… She had felt the felicity of youth be ripped from her like skin in the blink of an eye, the close of a door, the first drop of the many tears shed… She became exposed; sore, open, and incredibly alone…

Every night of May 19th, when she gets home from school, she can’t breathe. She sobs and screams into the couch pillows; neglects her homework; skips dinner; brushes her teeth; changes into one of Sam’s shirts; crawls into bed; whispers to her sister how much she misses her, questions why she left, and pleads her to come home; and breaks off into tears until she falls asleep. Just like the first night spent mourning the loss of the night before. Just like her first day without Sam.

It used to be the best night of her life. It used to be a night of celebration, memory, and love.

But, it quickly became just another night in May. 

It quickly became just another night without Sam.

Until the Ghostface attacks of 2022.

Sam returned.

the 28th of june will come one day i'll wake up and be okay but the rain outside says it won't be today just 'cause something's good don't mean it lasts by fall, we fell apart, and just like that time kept ticking, and you moved on another 365 have come and gone today would've been a day that we'd celebrate and now it's just another tuesday

Dad left and Mom lost her mind.

Sam was finding her way in the world, figuring out how to stand her ground and chase what she wanted. She was disassociating with the fantasy of childhood and approaching the rocky terrain of being a teenager, leaving a lot of her time behind because she either couldn’t make it or was too tired to. With Christina crawling into a bottle, growing distant from her eldest daughter and her being the reason Tara’s dad left, she didn’t feel worthy of being around her baby sister, who still looked at her like she held the world in the palm of her hand. Little did she know, she was the one that fucked up her family for good. 

At the time, Tara didn’t understand this. She didn’t understand why her father left without a proper goodbye, or why her mother no longer cuddled her at night, read her bedtime stories, or gave her one more good night kiss when she asked. 

She missed her dad. She’d dial his number on their landline when she wanted to hear his voice, or crawl into her mom’s bed at night to curl up on his side, or make him pictures in art class. She asked Amber about her parents and if her father had ever left before. Did he ever come back? But of course, she never got an answer she could resonate with.

Tara’s dreams were simply memories of her parents and how happy they were when they’d take a beach trip, spend Christmas morning together, or sit on the couch late at night while the rain poured and thunder boomed so loudly it frightened Tara to the point she would flee from her room to be in between her mother and father. They would hold her close and distract her with loving kisses and silly stories of the truth behind the roars echoing off the black skies. 

She never knew they were so unhappy until her father walked out. Never spoke a last goodbye, never whispered a last ‘i love you’, never gave a last hug or kiss, and never passed her a glance when he disappeared from her life. 

She waited for him to come back. She waited for her mother to wake up and realize she was still a parent to two daughters. She waited for some sort of explanation on why so much screaming, crying, and leaving happened. She waited for everything she ever knew to come back to her. She waited for the happiness, the love, and the honest truth to come forth. 

Her dad never came back. Her mom never woke up. No reasoning was given. And nothing she wished for came back to her… No matter how many tears she shed or prayers prayed.

After it all, her Ghostface attacks and loss, every morning Tara would wake up and hope to feel okay again. But it never came, and when that realization hits, she can’t breathe. And when there were gray forecasts and raindrops upon her window on mornings she felt it the most, she sobs and screams into her pillows before retreating to Sam’s room, crawling into her bed, hugs her tightly until she falls back asleep, and then stays asleep until late afternoon when Sam wakes her up so they can spend some quality time together. Just like the first morning spent without her father. Just like the first day she realized nothing was ever going to be the same in her family again. 

They used to have the best times of her life. They used to be a family of celebration, memory, and love.

But, they quickly became just another separated family. 

They quickly became just Tara and Sam.

Until they made a new family.

The Core Four.

#please read this #you know tara like no other nylah #i'm the one who can't fucking breathe #scream #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #carpenter sisters #scream fanfic #amber freeman #amber x tara #tamber #christina carpenter #lyric fic #fanfic #fanfiction #vent #vent fic #michigan's fic

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Abigail fun moviee

#crying #lmfao #this #Abigail #abigail movie #abigail 2024 #not my art

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ok i'm just gonna say it...

...i will be writing Abigail fanfic

#abigail #abigail 2024 #call me biased #or crazy #or both #blackwolfstabs

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appreciation post

@michiganstray GIFs are not mine

i love you, my tara. i love you much more than you know.

#appreciation post #i love you nylah #nylah is my tara #i'd be lost without you #scream #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #carpenter sisters #michiganstray #blackwolfstabs

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relatable

I'm going to write things for Abigail because that's going to be one of my comfort movies after this 👀 I have started fanfics already

#abigail #abigail movie #is that concerning?

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What would Sam say if reader told her “is it bad that I touch myself thinking of you, especially if you strip down?”

if i'm honest, i think that she'd value the reader's opinion first. i think it'd go something like this:

Y/N: Is it bad that I touch myself thinking of you, especially if you strip down? Sam: Do you think it's bad? Y/N: I don't know, that's why I'm asking. Sam: Well, I'm not the one doing it. It shouldn't matter what I think.

what do you think??

ty for asking!!

#parkershares #parkerwrites #ask #ask box #scream #scream v #scream vi #sam carpenter #sam x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #x reader #scream x reader #xxxninjaxxx23 #blackwolfstabs

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aww thanks for tagging me alk!

music: music is a big part of my life. i love country music, but i also enjoy piano, pop, gospel, k-pop, latin, and others! lifestyle: i try to live every day to the fullest, if and when i can. i believe that life is too short to waste, so if there's something i want to do, i do it writing: ok maybe this is my lifestyle instead haha, i have too many ideas, too many unfinished works, and not enough time me: i'm reliable and responsible, but i can be someone different each day. does that make sense?

tagging: @fantasylandbitch, @colliecharms, @stabsecret, @p0rkbun

and anyone else!

get to know you? music, lifestyle, writing, etc. just stuff that makes you, you

and maybe tag some people to start a chain? totally optional!

:D sure! thank you for the ask 🫶🏻

music: I love synths like a heathen… I write, primarily, so the lyrics matter a lot to me, but I used to play a couple instruments so I love listening to all parts of a song. hyper pop, pop rock, indie pop, indie rock? I think those are the genre names. my top songs rn are sweet dreams by eurythmics, the other side of paradise by glass animals, and sober by big bang

lifestyle: cathemeral omnivore…? my life currently revolves around school, my job, and other career responsibilities ^^

writing: sporadic (as you can tell rip), I edit in my head and as I write, I’ve always loved analyzing text and really enjoy it!

me: umm I’m having a cold brew with silk oat milk and vanilla torani rn, I have a cat I love her, I get easily overstimulated when it comes to stuff touching me but I’ll watch two youtube videos at the same time, I love food I live to eat, I love the nyt connections

tags: @woewriting @melrodrigo @mindyswhore @marvelfilth @jazzyoranges @sytoran @jjsmaybank20 @alkivm @crazyoffher I’m almost positive I missed something but PLEASE PARTICIPATE if you want <3

#parkershares #about me #i know i'm late

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melissa barrera in 'abigail' bts (2024)

#melissa barrera #abigail #abigail 2024 #bts

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Right I know I said I wasn't going to go all deep and analytical with Abigail (2024) buuuuuuut I want to talk about the ballet music choice.

Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake tells the story of a young woman who got cursed by an evil sorcerer to turn into a swan during the day. Abigail was turned into a vampire by her 'father' and therefore can't go out during the day. There's also a common theme of the power of love and compassion triumphing over selfish dark deeds.

Also, y'know, the 1931 Dracula film used the 'Swan Lake' theme during the opening credits... yeah it was more likely (translation - it was EXACTLY for that connection, oh my god, why am I like this??) chosen for 'Abigail' because of that connection.

So, I wouldn't be surprised if my "hang on.." analysis is just pure coincidence, but it's a nice coincidence if that's the case. Either way, I always love hearing this score :)

*please PLEASE don't read this and think "oh ok so Abigail is a dark, complex psychological thriller?" noooo no no no no - it is very much a silly, fun, bonkers vampire comedy, but it's also got some heart to it, too... and not just the ones exploding.

#abigail #abigail 2024

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I just had to share this

“Just kiddingg! …But maybe actually”

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Ana Lucia Cruz (Joey) x Fem!Reader Headcanons

An AU concept I'm working out, so I figured I would share with y'all and see what you think?

HEADCANONS BELOW.

The Setup:

Picture this: You are a thrill seeker, an artist with an addiction to getting into trouble and damn good at getting away with things.

Your past is irrelevant, but you're not a stranger to the underbelly of the city and those who tiptoe around it.

The streets know you, and you know the streets just as much.

Hell, some folks even respect you and contact you when they want shit done.

Think of it as an errand girl who works for no one but who you want to work with.

Sometimes, you just got information people need and that gets you paid enough.

You are also a fucking Vampire.

That's right, you are a Vampire. But you can smell and eat garlic, you can regenerate your wounds AND transform into a rat...

You were not born, you were MADE. How? That's a mystery to you, a blurry memory that refuses to clear up.

Your life has only changed in the way you operate, now you truly cannot be fucked with. But no one knows how dangerous you can be.

You met Ana Lucia Cruz (Er, Joey for some of you folks) the one time you agreed to work with people you didn't know. She was one of them.

You took one look at her and you knew that she was certainly a professional -- if not one already, then in the making.

Her posture spoke to you, like she was once something serious, but her eyes were a tell-tale sign of deep tragedy that she could not dig herself out of.

"What are you looking at?" was her first ever question to you.

A question you left unanswered.

You didn't know it at the time, but that woman read you like an open book the moment she laid eyes on you.

You were right too, she was serious business the moment this little "Mission" started. She was efficient in her movement, precise and intelligent. Her strong presence made her the defacto leader of this small team and you were more than happy to let her do it. After all, you weren't fond of playing along.

And of course that did not sit well with the third guy that tagged along.

This errand almost went to shit thanks to him.

That only meant that you and Ana quickly had to learn how to work together.

Let us be frank, you two weren't exactly in tune. You made a joke, she glared at you. She spoiled some of your ideas for fun, you got annoyed. She was too professional and you were too sloopy. But that was nothing getting ambushed mid-mission wouldn't quickly fix.

In that moment, you had to rely on each other like you were both born partners, and pretending paid dividends.

She commanded, you followed. You led, she followed without hesitation. You trusted her instinct, she trusted your knowledge of the streets and your experience in this turbulent underworld. When you felt yourself getting reckless with the excitement of danger, she put you straight and focused. When you needed the help, she helped you.

Whether the two of you doubted each other at any point, it became irrelevant when danger stalked close.

Interestingly, hiding your vampire powers was always tough in these jobs. Sometimes you and whoever was with you needed it to get out of a pickle, so there were times where you had to -- as weak as these powers were and as inexperienced as you were!

Hey, it's not like you liked using your Vampire powers to get out of situations either! Where was the fun in that, after all.

But with Ana it was like you didn't need to use them, like she could take care of herself.

At the end of that little errand, it was just the two of you who got richer while that arrogant doofus got himself killed.

You two didn't know each others name. But you knew each other's patterns, the way you moved, the way you thought.

She walked away with her cut and you wondered if you would meet again.

Before the events of Abigail (2024):

You did.

This time, she got a hold of you directly. Face to face, no middleman to give you both a mission.

She needed information and you were the only person she could reliable get it from.

But there was something hidden in there.

Behind the straight, professional mannerism, you found her standing closer to you, looking into your eyes less sharply like she did before, finding those round orbs of hers trailing down to your lips for a second too long.

Her voice was quieter, trying to sound stern but inevitably tiptoeing back to camaraderie.

She felt different too, like she was more receptive to your little jokes than before. You could almost tell she fought a smile and a chuckle, but she wouldn't let up.

When she got what she was looking for, she bid farewell.

"Hey," you began, letting the alleyway carry your voice in echoes. "I don't even get your number?"

She didn't even turn around to meet your gaze, walking away as she said: "I'll find you when I want you."

Not need, but a want.

The way to sum up your, er, partnership is simple.

You mutually benefitted each other in more ways than one, not just in "business."

It was, after all, a rather cut-throat world out there. As professional as she was, there was something rather undeniable that she felt within you. It kept her coming over to visit, just to check on you. It eventually got her to the point where you both did share each other's name. First name, at least.

Until one day, she simply did not show face...

#alk writes #melissa barrera #Abigail (2024) #Ana Lucia Cruz #Ana Lucia Cruz (Joey) #Joey (Abigail) #Ana Lucia Cruz (Joey) x Fem!Reader #Ana Lucia Cruz x Fem!Reader #Joey (Abigail) x Fem!Reader

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I’m glad you liked Abigail

I saw it Friday and I loved it too

Joey was a great final girl and Alisha Weir was fantastic as Abigail

The fact that they filmed it here in Ireland and cast an Irish actress in the title role is kind of cool too

hey i’m glad you loved it! it was definitely a film of a different breed

contains some minor spoilers! 🔻 i completely agree. everyone played their roles incredibly well and couldn’t have done any better. as for Melissa and Alisha, i feel like they really showed that hidden connection between their characters throughout the film. Abigail never hurt Joey directly for one, and by the end of the movie, their alliance felt stronger than just working together to take out someone more dangerous than both of them. whether or not that was because of their relationship outside of their characters, i don’t know, but i loved seeing that dynamic

oh I didn’t know it was filmed in Ireland, that’s so cool! i felt that everything was perfect in order to create the entire background for the film, each scene and everything

#parkershares #ask box #comingupforblair #blackwolfstabs #abigail #abigail spoilers #alisha weir #melissa barrera

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#scream movies

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Abigail spoilers.

Joey’s last “What the fuck” after meeting Abigail’s father was hysterical 😂

#abigail #abigail spoilers #melissa barrera