#olivia morris

[woodsboromassacre]

ghostface always doing something

[enigma-the-mysterious]

What. What the fuck are the implications here??

[jillgirlfriends]

halloween with scream characters

pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, cici cooper, olivia morris

warnin: it's just my headcanons about characters

author notes: happy halloween, my pinkies!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BILLY LOOMIS

billy is the type of person who thinks halloween is a little tacky, but he enjoys the opportunities it provides to play pranks and scare people.

billy enjoys scaring people, he enjoys the dress-up aspect. the idea of ​​making others afraid and the adrenaline rush of the fight or flight response make him enjoy the holiday. he would go to a haunted house or a haunted corn maze and laugh the entire time.

on halloween, he would spend the evening taking you for a midnight walk in the woods and going to a few parties with friends. on the way home, he would scare you a time or two.

he will definitely have a horror movie marathon, you will watch horror movies with him all night long snuggled up to him. he might scare you or tickle you from time to time, making you laugh. when you fall asleep, billy will turn off the movie and cover you with a blanket and fall asleep with you

he also loves all those halloween candies, which makes his love for halloween even bigger. you can see him quietly eating candies from time to time

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STU MACHER

just loves halloween!

⁠a big fan of halloween, stu looks forward to the holiday every year, especially as the season approaches. he loves the opportunity to dress up in spooky costumes and enjoys all things creepy and scary.

stu will go all out with his halloween costume. he will try to find a costume that is both unique and matches his personality.

he will of course throw a party at his house, you will help him decorate his house for the party. his parents will leave for a few days for work as always, and the house is at his disposal as always

will be happy all the time and hyperactive as always!

he loves giving candy to children, so he will buy as many sweets as possible.

at a party he will stick to you and won't leave you. he will fool around with you and the guests all the time and just have fun.

stu will compliment your costume and he may even help you create it himself. he will make snide comments about your outfit

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CICI COOPER

I think she really love halloween!

she is the girl who will often be bullied and she likes it and doesn't like it at the same time. she doesn't like being scared because she is an "easy target"

the woman sorority will decorate their house "omega beta zeta" and you and cici will have a lot of work to decorate the house

cici will definitely dress like a black cat. a black dress and ears on her head will suit her very well. It was you who suggested that she dress like that and she agreed. you specially drew cat whiskers on her face to complete her look.

many people complimented your girlfriend, especially guys and you were a little jealous

you'll naturally be at a halloween party, find a secluded spot and eat pizza and watch horror movies together, cuddling

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ OLIVIA MORRIS

she likes this holiday!

olivia loves to eat sweets with you, but she doesn't like all those horror movies and scary games.

she will definitely be dressed as a witch, the hottest witch you have ever seen. that dark purple dress suited her very well and showed off her body

she's definitely against pumpkin carving, she hates pumpkins.

you both will hang out at one of your friends house for a horror movie marathon, but after a while you both will run away to her house and have fun together at her house doing your girly things

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

Dean Devlin: Could not be more proud of my new Librarians! The universe of the Librarians is expanding in a spectacular way! #TheLibrarians #TheLibrariansTNC The CW

[stabath0n]

my favourite scream friend group fr

[behindthescreamz]

continuity photos of (some of) the women of “scream 4” (2011)

[amberxfreeman]

[angelofthenight]

*Charlie walks into a room*

Kirby, to Olivia: Now there’s a phenomenon. Look. (y/n)’s shadow has arrived before (y/n)

[nisreensartworld]

"The Market"

Pencil on Paper

I drew Jenny (Olivia Morris) and Bheem (Jr. NTR) from the Indian Telugu-language film RRR (2022). It was such a soothing experience to capture the small details of this brief, yet heartwarming moment in the thrilling film.

[the-osborn-way]

Happy early 13th anniversary to the (second) best Ghostface ever, Charlie Walker

In my personal opinion, he is one of the strongest Ghostfaces, especially for his age, able to lift Olivia Morris up over his head. That kill scene also earns him my Most Gruesome Kill award in the franchise so far.

A lot of people don't like him as much as Jill, but you have to admit that he did a damn good job in his role. He took most of the kills if you analyze the movie deep enough, he kept a calm and steady personality, and technically he succeeded in his plan until Jill decided she wanted fame all for herself. He was never caught by anyone either, revealing himself once he thought he could.

I just think he's a really cool guy and he makes me laugh through the entire film. He's definitely the reason I love it so much, wish I was Kirby or Jill so I could kiss him LOL

Jill and Charlie are definitely the best Ghostface duo since Billy and Stu.

Also Happy Anniversary to the film itself, Wes Craven's brilliant final work in this fantastic and iconic horror series. He will be missed.

[tatumrileyslover]

Shattered Unity

[Fragment One: I] [Fragment One: II]

Synopsis: Jill Roberts had everything, a perfect house, with a perfect family and a perfect little sister, who she cared for far more than she realised.

Pairings: Jill Roberts x Sister! Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: nothing so far :) some sibling fluff

34 Elm Street epitomized the pinnacle of luxury in Woodsboro, an affluent community coveted by all. The neighborhood itself exuded an aura of safety, lined with sycamores and white picket fences. In the middle of it all stood the Roberts household, bustling with the loud sounds of a typical Monday morning.

Jill rolled over in her plush bed, pulling her pillow over her ears to block out the loud noise of her alarm. Letting out a deep groan, her arms fumbled around until they found the snooze button. Her eyelids fluttered shut again, aiming to steal a few more precious moments of sleep until a sudden crash echoed from downstairs.

"Sweetheart!" Her mother's voice reverberated through the house. "Are you okay?"

Jill could hear her little sister mumbling something in response, probably attempting to make herself breakfast. She always had this habit of striving for independence. Jill stretched, her long black hair cascading as she released it from the loose bun of the night before. Running her fingers through the tangles, she slipped into a pair of jeans and rummaged through her wardrobe in search of a shirt. As Jill swung her door open, the sound of small feet scampering up the stairs reached her ears. It seemed her sister had an uncanny sixth sense for detecting when Jill was awake.

"Jill!" Her little form came barreling around the corner, running toward Jill's feet. Her face lit up when she saw her sister. "I made you pancakes," she announced proudly. Jill laughed and asked if that was what the crash was. The little one hid her face in Jill's shirt, her speech muffled by the fabric. "I might have dropped the pan." Jill ruffled her hair before manoeuvring around her  to start going downstairs.

The kitchen bore the aftermath of a culinary hurricane—flour dusted every available surface, eggshells added a crunch underfoot, and a symphony of pots and bowls occupied the sink. Amidst this chaos sat a plate of hastily assembled pancakes, syrup awaiting its inevitable deployment. As Jill cautiously surveyed the scene, her foot met an unexpected puddle of milk, sending a shiver up her spine as the sock soaked up the liquid.

Suppressing a sigh, Jill turned her attention to her sister, ready to issue a gentle reprimand. However, before she could speak, (Y/n) beat her to it with a spirited declaration. "Don't worry, Jill! I'm cleaning it all up after I eat. I just wanted to make sure you had something to eat before Kirby picks you up." Her bright smile melted any lingering frustration, reminding Jill why (Y/n) was her undeniable soft spot.

"You're such a little troublemaker, (Y/n)," Jill joked, pulling off her damp sock. She walked to the kitchen table, grabbing a few pancakes to smother in syrup. (Y/n) climbed onto the stool beside her big sister, looking at her intently. "Speaking of Kirby, do you think I can say hi when she comes to pick you up? I want to show her the picture I drew of us three!" Jill looked over, shocked at her sister, talking with a mouthful of pancake. "You drew a picture of me?" (Y/n) corrected her, saying it was all three of them together, but Jill's mind was elsewhere. All (Y/n) ever drew was puppies and rainbows—childish things. Never had Jill seen her draw a person, never mind her.

Jill's fork hovered mid-air, laden with syrup-soaked pancake, as she stared at (Y/n) with wide eyes. The surprise etched across her face deepened, a mix of disbelief and genuine awe. For a moment, she was caught in the realization that her little sister had moved beyond the realm of fluffy animals and sunny scenes, venturing into something far more personal.

"You drew a picture of me?" Jill repeated, as if the words needed confirmation. The syrup dripped slowly back onto the plate, forgotten in her slackened grip. (Y/n)'s innocent nod was met with an almost incredulous smile from Jill, as if the simple act of portraying her in a drawing was a revelation.

"(Y/n), that's... incredible," Jill finally managed, her tone carrying a mix of surprise and warmth. The thought that her sister had chosen to illustrate her, amid all the subjects she could have picked, lingered in the air like a sweet revelation.

"I'll show it to you!" (Y/n)'s syrup-sticky hands seized Jill's, leading her in an eager ascent up the stairs, their footsteps an echo of shared laughter. The little haven at the top, (Y/n)'s room, painted in every shade of pink. It was a sanctuary of innocence, adorned with unicorns, magical creatures, and the captured moments of their life.

The walls told stories in crayon and glitter drawings, tales of a childhood untainted by the complexities of the world beyond. Pictures of Jill and (Y/n), frozen in time, grinned back at them. Jill couldn't help but notice the subtle nostalgia woven into the room, a familiar echo of her own youth. The glow-in-the-dark stars overhead seemed to promise dreams as pure and boundless as the universe itself.

Most of the toys strewn across the floor were remnants of Jill's childhood, a nostalgic scatter of innocence now usurped by time. Yet, what tugged at Jill's heartstrings most was the teddy bear lying on the bed, a mirror image of the one resting in her own room. (Y/n) never ventured anywhere without that bear. It was a shared relic, a testament to a bond forged in the simplicity of happier times.

As Jill sank into memories, the room became a vessel of echoes. Most vivid was the recollection of a day long past, a shopping trip with her father to find the perfect gift for baby (Y/n). The brown bear, soft and fluffy, had captured Jill's heart. She pleaded with her father to let her have one too. That day marked the last fragment of happiness she could recall with him.

A small shake brought Jill back to the present. She found herself gently pushed to sit on the edge of the bed. (Y/n) darted to the desk by the door, the chaotic rustle of pages scattering in her wake. Amidst the flurry, a small sound of excitement at her discovery. (Y/n) rushed back, concealing a page behind her back, anticipation dancing in her eyes.

Jill was presented with a page, a kaleidoscope of waxy stripes in every imaginable color. Amidst the vibrant chaos, three figures took center stage. Two of them stood at a similar height, towering protectively over a smaller figure nestled between them. A soft smile graced Jill's lips as she looked at her younger sister, who returned the gaze with anticipation sparkling in her eyes.

Gently, Jill pulled (Y/n) into her arms, the paper the only barrier between then. She whispered softly in her sister's ear, "Kirby's going to love this."

Kirby's car rushed into the driveway of the Roberts household, letting out a loud beep that echoed in the quiet neighborhood. As Jill stepped onto the front porch, the car's blaring music masked the sounds around them.

"Before you get in the car, you need to promise not to kill me!" Kirby shouted over the music, quickly turning it off as Jill approached.

"Why?" Jill asked, walking closer to the passenger door, while her sister eagerly ran toward the car. "What did you do?"

"Trevor called me last night," Kirby explained, and Jill's face twisted in disgust. "Why is he calling you?" She leaned down, poking her head through the car window, while (Y/n) stood on her tiptoes to get Kirby's attention.

"Because you won't take his calls, he knows I have you here and he wants to know," Kirby said. Jill opened the door with a roll of her eyes, and Kirby shifted her focus to (Y/n), greeting her with a warm, "Hi pumpkin!"

Ignoring Kirby's attempt to divert the conversation, Jill pressed, "Know what?" Kirby's eyes darted away from (Y/n), who stood eagerly waiting to share something. "How upset you are." She finished.

Olivia hopped into the backseat of the car, engaging Jill in conversation about Trevor. While they chatted, Kirby shifted her attention to the younger Roberts sister, who stood patiently at the door. With an exuberant greeting, she handed Kirby a piece of paper, saying, "I drew this for you!" Kirby smiled at the young girl, touched by the fact that her best friend's younger sister cared enough to create a drawing. "It’s me, you, and Jill," she explained, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

"It’s amazing, (Y/n)!" Kirby examined the drawing carefully before placing it on the dashboard. "When I get home from school, it’s going straight up on my refrigerator," she promised with a smile. (Y/n) beamed at this news. Kirby glanced at the time; if they didn’t leave now, they’d be late. “We have to go, pumpkin. Have a good day at school!” she called out as she watched (Y/n) run back into the house, waving back to the girls as she did and Jill shut the car door.

Olivia rolled her eyes from the back seat, letting out a scoff. She had something against Jill’s sister ever since she accidentally broke her cell two years ago. Olivia opened her mouth to state something when Jill quickly turned to face her, her stare cold and harsh, quickly shutting Olivia up. She huffed, ���I wasn’t going to say anything about your sister!” Her arms raised in the air in defense.

Jill let a small smirk grace her lips; she could see Olivia was lying. “Really!” She turned back to the front, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. Jill wanted to see what kind of stupid story Olivia would attempt to create to dig herself out of the hole she made. “What was it you were going to say?”

Olivia stumbled over her words, desperately trying to come up with a story that would fit, but she couldn’t. “Fine!” She bowed her head in defeat. “But it’s not a crime to dislike your sister; she's just so...” She trailed off, seeing Jill's glare. “Clingy.”

The pulsating beat of a song jolted all three girls from their conversation. Jill's cellphone buzzed near her feet, prompting her to fish it out of her bag. As Olivia grumbled about the ringtone, Jill examined the caller ID.

"Why is Jenny Randall calling me?"

Both Kirby and Olivia shrugged, as Jenny wasn't someone they interacted with frequently.

"I don't know. I don't like Jenny Randall. She threw up on me at Tony Marshall's luau," Olivia interjected. Kirby rolled her eyes, and as Jill answered the phone, "That luau was freshman year!" Kirby turned to Olivia, who threw up her hands, “I didn't say my anger was rational!"

Both girls redirected their attention to Jill upon hearing her asking about the caller. Kirby returned her focus to the road, stealing glances at Jill's now irritated expression. "What does she want?" Jill ignored her friend's question, continuing to reprimand the mysterious caller. "Where’s Jenny?" Confusion deepened on the faces of Kirby and Olivia. Was Jenny Randall attempting to prank call Jill? Jill lowered the volume of the car's music. "Who is this?"

Kirby listened intently to the voice on the other end. It resonated deep and rough, like gravel on the highway. Certainly not Jenny Randall. Panic crept over Jill's face as she abruptly declared, “I’m hanging up.”

After a brief pause, Jill turned to her friends. "That was so weird. I just got a prank call from Jenny Randall." Olivia promptly interrupted with her own story, but Jill remained silent, appearing uninterested. "Jenny Randall is weird. Her and her little Marnie the Carny friend are freaks!" Glancing at Jill, who sat somewhat diminished in her seat and gazing out the window, Kirby sensed Jill might be anxious about her sister after such a peculiar call. Olivia continued to ramble on, it was very clearly not helping Jill. Kirby sighed before trying to reassure Jill.

"It's massacre week. People go looney, remember?"

[eve-baird]

am loving this behind the scenes content atm <3

[enigma-the-mysterious]

My favourite thing about Jenny and Bheem's "relationship" is that, on first glance, it does appear like they have something going on, but if you look a little closely past the surface, there is very little textual evidence that Bheem reciprocates her romantic feelings

Yes, she is kind and he respects her but at the end of the day, Jenny is nothing but a means to an end for him. 80% of Bheem's lines to Jenny are "Can I get into your house?" and the other 20% is "I have no idea what you are saying."

And when he tells Ram that he does think she is beautiful?

Could very well be interpreted as him trying to maintain his Akhtar cover. Because what else is he supposed to say? "No, bhaiyya. I keep staring at her because I am actually the Gond Protector here to rescue my sister from the Buxton palace and she might be my only chance to infiltrate the palace"

Be so for real

[jillgirlfriends]

Victims and their Tormenters

I don't want to explain anything, think for yourself

[charliewalkersgf]

thank u kevin williamson for creating my favourite scream friend group <33

[dalekofchaos]

I'd never offer advice to make Scream 7 a success because fuck Spyglass. But to me it should be a small little Ghostface cult led by Leslie Macher and the other members are family members of Ghostface's victims.

A parent or sibling of Casey Becker

Hallie's father

Jennifer Jolie's twin sister

Olivia's mother

Anika's mother

And Leslie is there to avenge her son. She condemns what her brother did, everything her brother and Billy started, led to her son's death.

Their motivation is basically they had their lives destroyed. Their loved ones were brutally murdered and Sidney gets to have the happy family and Gale profited off of their misery.

Vince, Leslie's son was murdered because of the movies inspired by Gale's blood money, inspired by her brother Stu and Billy's lunacy and Sidney lived while so many more died.

Everyone always focuses on Sidney's "triumph" over her tragic past, but they never look to see over the broken people left behind. That is why everyone united to make Sidney feel what they felt and finally take their revenge on Gale Weathers for making a career on profiting off of real murders over their losses.

If they have to wear the costume of their loved ones' murderers, so be it.

Bonus points Linda Cardellini plays Leslie Macher