#christine berman

[horrorwomensource]

Gillian Jacobs as Christine ‘Ziggy’ Berman • Fear Street Trilogy (2021) dir. Leigh Janiak

[williamprattz]

old commission from @myrthena <33

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Promises Made And Kept - Christine 'Ziggy' Berman/Mary Lane

A/N: The newest prompt for @flashfictionfridayofficial has dropped. First GIF made for me by @whoreofthecottage

“If something happens… look after her.” The words had been ringing in Mary’s mind for years. Now, finally, Ziggy had come to her, come back to her. Mysticism had always been her thing, but… she had never really expected this. It's been weeks since Ziggy came to her door, clutching the book Cindy had taken on the day she died. Now, this time, she brings, she gifts violets. Gifted violets mean many things. Innocence, Mysticism, Mourning, Everlasting Love… so much more. She lists them, slowly, for Ziggy, as she arranges the flowers into a vase, setting them safely on the mantle, near where photos of Ruby sit. She will always miss her daughter, but she has, finally, a chance to move on. “They mean a lot but… did you know they also are… lesbian and bisexual culture?” “I… I did.” A pause, and a small smile, shy, nervous. “That’s why I… got them for you.” They spend that day just talking, addressing all their past, addressing everything the other needs to know. The night is spent with Ziggy curled tightly against Mary, slim fingers tangled into her sleep shirt, face burrowing into Mary’s neck. It’s never easy for Ziggy to sleep, it hasn’t been ever since Cindy, her sister, died. Since Ziggy had died and been revived. The next day they buy more violets, leaving them on Ruby’s grave, then Cindy’s. Ziggy’s breathing catches as she looks at the grave, Mary’s arm curling around her side, her voice soft. “I’ll look after her Cindy, I promise.” It's the same promise she made years ago. She still means it. Ziggy shivers as she leads her away, burrows a little closer and allows herself to hope, just a little, that maybe this time her heart is safe.

[gaytoru]

smth smth this genre of sadie sink

[lettherebemonsters]

" I lost my sister trying to find the truth. I won't let someone else die like she did."

[karmaphone]

hey remember when Star Trek released an episode in 1992 that had an explicitly trans character, in an episode that made it clear that conversion therapy is a harmful process that fundamentally damages people. In the early 90s.

[acourtcfmuses]

@lee-sol asked: wait! do you see that? light! (ziggy)

"Have you never seen a horror movie? Or read Stephen King? Never go towards the light." One hundred percent a trap and not one Ziggy was planning on falling for. The screams that could be heard were bad enough. "We need to think through this carefully. Anyone that is in an open area, flooded with the lights is dead. That's the first people a psycho killer would go after. Sitting ducks." now part of her wanted them to get as far away as possible from here, that was the safest option. Turn and run. Cindy was still in there somewhere though. "You should just run as far as you can. I need to get to my sister."

[insidi0summoved]

@acourtcfmuses ( ziggy berman )〃 starter call : not accepting

" It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing ? "

[chmerical-a]

❛   i also buried a part of myself alongside them.  ❜  (from joey for ziggy?)

she's  not  used  to  company,  never  has  been,  but  after nightwing?  well,  friends..no,  not  even  friends,  acquaintances more  like,  were  more  than  sparse.  and  while  there's  that  tight frown  stubbornly  tugging  her  lips  down,  ziggy  berman  can't  help but  be  relieved  at  the  sight  of  a  familiar  face,  if  only  for  a moment.  the  rest  of  the  town  had  written  her  of  as  a  nutcase, someone  desperate  and  looking  for  attention.  as  if  the  redhead would  even  want  anything  like  that.  the  mere  thought  brings out  a  nasty  bit  of  vexation,  a  defensive  wall  she's  put  up  for years  to  avoid  the  judgment,  and  the  hurt  that  comes  from  it.

she  doesn't  know  why  joey  stuck  around  to  talk  to  her,  she doesn't  bother  to  ask,  assumptions  always  win  with  her  anyway. and  she's  so  close  to  ushering  him  away,  slamming  the  door  in his  face  to  hide  away  from  intrusive,  prying  eyes.  but  it's  not until  he's  looking  at  her  with  an  earnest  gaze  with  eyes  that just  get  it,  that  she'll  feel  that  reticence  beginning  to  back  off and,  well..  maybe  a  few  bricks  will  fall,  the  carefully  built  wall weakening  just  a  tad.  and  she  finds  herself  feeling  some  sense of  comfort,  she's  not  alone.  they  both  lost  someone  important that  night.  and  maybe  that  thought  makes  her  heart  hurt  a little  less.  they're  in  her  living  room,  tea  filled  mugs  resting  on her  table,  mismatched  coasters  underneath  them.  baby  blues dart  away  from  him  at  his  words,  her  heart  giving  a  squeeze,  a pang  of  pain  she's  spent  years  numbing  away.  and  as  her  hands reach  for  her  drink,  she  wishes  there  was  something  stronger  in her  mug.  all  she  can  do  is  furrow  her  brows,  taking  a  beat before  bringing  it  to  her  lips,  taking  a  tentative  sip  before bringing  it  back  down,  though  her  hands  will  stay  tightly gripped  on  it.  there's  no  denying  she's  taken  aback,  being  so plainly  seen  will  do  that  to  a  person  after  all,  ❝  speak  for yourself,  slater,  not  like  i  had  much  to  lose.  ❞  and  there's  that damn  temper  of  hers  taking  over,  a  bark  that  almost  makes  her wince.  a  breath,  a  beat,  and  she'll  set  the  mug  down,  eyes decidedly  pointed  down,  ❝  do..  do  you  think  about  them...  it often?  ❞  it's  sincere,  so  much  that  she  can't  bring  herself  to bring  those  baby  blues  of  hers  up  to  meet  his  gaze.  she's stubborn  and  it'll  stay  put,  there's  no  getting  the  redhead  to back  down,  never  has  been  (  though  part  of  her  knows  it's  that shame  from  vulnerability,  and  that's  not  exactly  the  toughest thing,  is  it?  ❝  i..  y'know,  i  thought  it'd  come  and  go  in  waves  at this  point,  but..  well,  ah..  ❞  and  she  has  to  take  a  moment,  as embarrassing  as  it  is,  ❝  it's  a  constant.  ever  since  the  night  it happened.  there's  this...  it's  just  hard.  and  sometimes  i  really don't  know  what  to  do  with  it.  ❞

✱ㅤㅤ@tragicsongs sent in a meme!!

[williamprattz]

Halloween 1977–

[baubeautyandthegeek]

You set off a dream in me//Getting louder now//Can you hear it echoing? – Christine ‘Ziggy’ Berman/Martin P Franklin, Nick Goode

A/N: Day 17 for @sintember

“Pick a side…” Nick snarls the word in her ear and Ziggy barely holds down the urge to tremble. She knows, soon enough, he’ll let go. She can choose truly then. She only just reached Martin when Nick reaches for her, Martin pulling her behind him to shoot the man in the face, twice. “She chose me. Lose gracefully, fucker.” Martin’s voice is darker, angrier, deeper than she’s ever heard it and a soft sob escapes her even as Nick falls to the ground, eyes locked on him. She’s free now, finally, but all she wants in this moment is Martin. Martin’s arm loops tighter around her when he’s sure Nick is dead, leading her away, his lips brushing her ear gently. “Let’s go home.”

[acourtcfmuses]

Trying? Sure. That's what everyone said. How many therapist had she seen that that told her the same thing? Who had told her that it had been her sister's sweet mannered boyfriend that had tried to kill her - did kill her - until she was revived. "There is no happiness. At least not for Shadyside." not while Sarah Fier's curse continued.

𖤐 ⸻ "NOT THAT EITHER . " she raised an eyebrow towards the other. it'd been a while since she seen ziggy. years actually . but the redhead still had the fiery attitude . " i just meant that i'm trying ok? i just do my job but that doesn't mean i can't try to spread some happiness despite the insanity . "

[lettherebemonsters]

i had to make you believe me in order to get you to come. ( for ziggy )

She glared at her one-time friend. Having lost her sister to Nick's machinations, to seeing what those souls trapped by the Goode family had been reduced to.....

Long ago she stopped seeing even Harry Rooker as a monster. Not when the real monster was right in front of her eyes all this time....

" You killed my sister, Nick. You killed me too. I thought there was something good left in you.....but you're just a monster wearing a human suit...."

[tragcdysewn]

closed starter for cindy berman!! ( @mcrcki )

"...holy shit, i'm hallucinating." ziggy mutters, staring at her sister, her very very dead sister, standing in front of her. "must be some really solid pain meds, that's... i don't know how i feel about this one."

[emziess]

Sadie Sink as Christine 'Ziggy' Berman Fear Street: Part Two: 1978