#serialfame

[alchemeiarchive]

hey how are you and your mom doing in hell --- sidney visiting billy's grave :/

❛     oh,  we’re  doing  just  fine  sidney  !  mom  says  hi  ---  she’d  say  it  herself  but  turns  out  your  mom’s  here  too,  what  with  her  being  a  homewrecking  bitch  an’  all.  so  mom’s  pretty  distracted  trying  to  kill  someone  who’s  already  dead.  how  are  you,  sid  ?  heard  it  fucked  you  up  pretty  bad  thinking  another  boyfriend  was  the  killer.  (  .  .  .  )  pre-med  frat  guy.  how  boring  can  you  be  ?  anyway,  i’m  sure  we’ll  see  each  other  real  soon,  sidney.     ❜

[trshmouth]

@serialfame​  said:  ❛  the  killer  is  trying  to  finish  what  was  started.  ❜

                                  from  his  perch  on  the  couch  arm,  richie’s  frown  is  profoundly  disenchanted;   ❝   awesome,  sid.  i  didn’t  actually  want  the  truth.   ❞   he  wasn’t  in  any  fucking  hurry  to  get  on  yet  another  person’s  shitlist.  in  fact,  he  wasn’t  in  a  fucking  hurry  to  be  murdered,  either.  he  frowns,  attention  fully  peeling  away  from  the  drone  of  the  news  anchor  on  tv.  ❝   …okay,  fine.  whatever,  so  what?  lets  get  the  hell  out  of  dodge  before  he  does,  how  'bout  that?  take  a  vacation  while  this  thing  blows  over?   ❞   hands  come  up  in  a  show  of  melodrama  and  distress;   ❝  i  mean,  fuck  it!  we  can  go  change  our  names  in  tahiti,  and  it’ll  be  far  the  fuck  away  from  murder-capital  u.s.a.  —   ❞      

unfortunately,  he  knows  that  look.  you  don’t  exactly  survive  insane  horror  movie  shit  by  being  a  pussy.  and  no  one  could  say  sidney  prescott  wasn’t  brave.  even  if  —  in  his  professional  opinion  —    this  was  exactly  the  sort  of  problem  you  ran  from,  very  quickly,  maybe  out  of  town.  but  like  bill,  like  bev,  sidney  had  kind  of  a  bewildering  amount  of  backbone,  after  everything  she’d  been  through.

distracted,  he  fishes  for  the  cigarette  behind  his  ear;   ❝   … seriously,  sid.  you  don’t  owe  anyone  here  shit.  you  know  that,  right?  if  i  were  you  i’d  fucking  leaf  —  leave.  make  like  a  tree.   ❞   with the smoke between his fingers,  he  sighs.  shifts  glasses  up  his  nose  to  survey  her,   put-upon  as  always.  remembers  succinctly  when  he’d  last  used  his  shirt  to  wipe  blood  from  the  lenses.  and  man,  if  he  had  a  nickel  for  every  time  he’s  had  to  wipe  blood  off  the  lenses  this  year,  he  would  have  two  nickels.  which  wasn’t  a  lot  —  but  it  was  still  weird  that  it  had  happened  twice  —   and  like  snapping  out  of  a  reverie,  his  gaze  flicks  upward  again,  finding  it  in  himself,  as  always,  to  bark  a  derisive  laugh;               

❝   …  jesus.  are  we  gonna  have  to  fight  a  serial  killer  this  week?  like,  am  i  gonna  have  to  pencil  that  in?   ❞

[virginrule]

hey dru do you ever think about how sidney firmly believes randy should still be alive and she blames herself for his death

hey selena why do you hurt me like this

[huntcomplex]

* ANSWERED ASK.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍  :   “ 𝚒  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐  𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. ”  𝚑𝚖𝚖𝚖𝚖.

he avidly presses his ear to the cellphone, head cocked and lips curved as each ring excites him further.   he’s been waiting for this.   rehearsing regularly.  wants to set the record straight  -  for himself of course.   it’s to be expected, people stealing the limelight.   there’s always someone that desires their fifteen minutes of fame.   he’s heard the stories.   tales of the woodsboro ghost face, or rather, faces.   except they’d gone and gotten themselves caught and killed which meant making an example out of them simply wasn’t doable.   amateurs  -  a couple of teenage idiots squandering his reputation.   he recalls learning of the final girl.   sidney prescott.   of her miserable suffering.    𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐑  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓 !    the attention she currently holds makes him ache.    it should be him they talk about.

he sighs as the ringing continues.   danny had waited patiently for the local journalists desperately begging her for an interview immediately after the events to die down.   thought that miss prescott would be more likely to agree to one when given time.

someone answers and he blinks.   “ hello ? ”   there’s a shift in his voice, reserved and well-spoken.   “ is this sidney prescott ? ”

                   𝙸  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚆𝚁𝙾𝙽𝙶  𝙽𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁.

he chuckles softly.   “ mm, no, I don’t think so.  but I can understand why you’d say that.   been getting a lot of trouble over the phones lately, I’m guessing ?   so sorry to hear that.  it must be difficult for you,  to have people pestering you during these traumatic times.  I hope you’re keeping well, as well as one can given the circumstances. ”   there’s a pause as he subconsciously taps his index finger against the floor he’s seated on.   one knee is brought up to his chest and hugged, the other leg stretching out comfortably.   

            “ please stop me if I’m overstepping, but I’m calling in regards to  -  well, something quite similar to your own experience.  you see, a few years back there were murders taking place in florida.   notably similar to the recent ones in woodsboro.  in fact, I believe the identities of the killers are the same  -  on the surface, at least.  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐆𝐄𝐓-𝐔𝐏.   it seems there could be an unexplored link between the two cases.  now I know I should let it all lay to rest but ... I’ve been working on an article lately specifically for the family and friends of roseville victims.   peace of mind and all for them, since they never caught the killer and justice wasn’t served. ”

danny pauses again, allowing her a moment to process his words.   “ I thought it’d be fascinating to meet you.    again,  𝙄’𝙙  𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚  𝙩𝙤  𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚  𝙮𝙤𝙪  𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡  𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙,  and forgive me if this is all too much.   I just feel it’d maybe give the victims’ families hope.  you’d be doing such a generous thing.   uniting the wounded forces.  I’m sure they’d be grateful to read your perspective as a survivor.  especially when all they’ve been exposed to is, well, death.   find some wisdom in your words.   it’s not a problem if you don't want to, I just didn’t want to miss the opportunity to help uplift some heartbroken folks, is all.   I understand if you’re not interested. ”

@serialfame  /  scream  /  accepting.

[archivedials]

@serialfame​​​  𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 ...   “   gives him a stab square in the chest as a birthday gift   ”   (   *   answering  birthday  asks  a  week  later  don’t  look  at  me  /   ACCEPTING  ONLY  IF  YOU  REALLY  WANT  TO  I  GUESS.   )

tw  /   mild  gore,  blood,  mentions  of  maternal  abuse,  some  light  brushing  with  death

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓,  𝐏𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃  &  𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆,  𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒  𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐀  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓.  hand  presses  itself  firmly  against  open  wound  &  soaks  the  leather  glove  with  it,  hot - wet  crimson  spilling  between  splayed  fingers,  stumbling  after  his  fleeing  victim.  for  a  moment  he  thinks  his  knees  might  give  out  from  under  him        wills  himself  to  continue  his  pursuit,  iron  on  his  tongue  &  some  sensation  like  gravel  between  his  clinched  molars.  he  grits  his  teeth,  grinds  them  against  each  other  as  his  opposing  hand  grips  the  handle  of  the  tactical  knife  tighter,  tighter,  tighter,  until  the  knuckles  beneath  his  glove  have  turned  bone  white.  a  laugh  escapes  him,  but  there’s  no  humor  behind  it :   the  sound  it  makes  is  bitter  &  wet  with  his  blood,  tongue  swiping  over  his  teeth.  

“   𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐲...   ”   he  coos  with  soft  ardor  &  a  sickly  sweet  curl  of  his  lips,  some  skewed  echo  of  a  brittle  smile  behind  the  mask.  down  the  empty  hallway  of  the  home,  he  peers  slowly  /  curiously  into  each  room,  door  hinges  creaking  when  he  pushes  them  open.   “   𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐎𝐔𝐓 ?   we  haven’t  finished  our  game...   ”   tone  lowers  to  a  whisper,  feels  blood  pooling  at  his  bottom  lip  &  dripping  down  his  jaw  now.

it’s  here,   (   when  he  can  feel  the  weight  of  his  blood  as  he  walks,  heavy  &  inebriating,  like  wine  in  his  veins  /   in  his  mouth  /  spilling  from  his  chest,   )   that  a  revelation  begins  to  occur  to  him :   dying,  he  thinks.  am  i  dying?    (   your  mother  once  told  you  during  one  of  her  stupors  that  you  were  a  parasite,  a  thing  of  filth,  that  only  takes  &  takes  &  takes.  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍.  this  means  you  have  been  dying  long  before  the  cool  steel  plunged  between  your  ribs,  reminds  you  that  this  has  all  been  planned.   )   fingers  twitch  impatiently,  erratic  &  fickle,  until  he  finally  clenches  his  hand  &  collides  his  knuckles  furiously  against  the  nearest  wall.

“   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄  𝐀  𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇,  𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔 ?   ”   he  sneers,  anger  dripping  from  each  word.   “   𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘,  𝐒𝐈𝐃.  𝐈'𝐌  𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑  𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃,  &  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐁𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐊  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍  𝐈'𝐌  𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄.   ”

[virginrule-moved]

everyone say thank you to @serialfame for making me realize that randy chains himself to the blockbuster to prevent them from tearing it down

[ectoterrestrials-moved]

〚 @serialfame​​『 sidney ! 』a meme ! 〛

said: okay, i was hoping to not get that cynical ‘til i was at least forty. danny!

          Danny frowned. He sighed. He rested the side of his face in the palm of his hand. Tired, he thought. Tired, tired, tired. The exhaustion made him cynical. Made him impatient. Made him assume the worst in people even when he was trying hard to help them. He knew that no matter how shitty people treated him, doing the right thing would always be worth it. Ugh. Thinking was dangerous when he was like this. He knew his mind would try to lead him into a darkness he didn’t believe in. He took a deep breath and tried to shake off his stupor. Tried to follow Sidney’s voice back into the light.

          He finally laughed at Sidney’s comment after a pause that was probably too long. Hopefully she wouldn’t dwell on it.

          His eyes reflected a bit more life than they had seconds before. The dryness in his tone was now a result of wit, rather than apathy.

          “I’d say you’ve lived through about forty years worth of utter shit by now -- definitely enough to justify a little cynicism.”

[heavytm]

HEY YOU. YEAH YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

THANK U LEGEND !!!  <3

[challengeborne]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDMA ILU VERY MUCH

// EXCUSE U. i mean ilu but also BITCH.

[virginrule]

hello i love u

wtf i love you too & also this made my day

[huntcomplex]

* ANSWERED ASK.

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍  :  𝚍𝚒𝚍  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚐𝚎𝚝  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚢𝚘𝚞  𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍  𝚢𝚎𝚝.

         “ seeing that you’re contacting me,  I’d say so, yeah.  and speaking of orders, next one’s up and it’s certainly a doozy !  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐀  𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍 ’  𝐏𝐈𝐆 ! ”

@serialfame​  /  random asks  /  accepting.

[slashhers]

@serialfame asked: “ fuck you to fucking hell! “

                   he’s   done   his   homework  ,     knows   everything   that   there   is   to   know   --------   it   wasn’t   hard  ,     information  is   everywhere   and   with   an   obsession   like   his   own   it   was   easy   to   fall   into   the   rabbit   hole .     well   informed  ,     well   experienced  ,     well   practised  ,      AND   ALL   OF   THE   HARD   WORK   WAS   PAYING   OFF .

                    ❛     that’s   not   a   nice   thing   to   say   to   an   old   friend  ,     sidney .     ❜

[wthrs]

                     “      you      still      here?     ”      a      reluctant      alliance      (      for      the     time      being,      at      least      ),     Gale     knows      Sidney      Prescott      would      rather      have     anyone      else      by      her      side      going      through     police      files      at      the      moment      –      Gale    doesn't’      like      working      on      teams,      so     she      shares      the      sentiment.      However,      when     the      issue      is      dying      or      staying      alive,     Gale      supposes      that      there      is      no      such    thing      as      a     ‘me,      me,      me’     attitude.      Perhaps,      through      her      exhaustion     and      sleep      deprivation,      she’s      found      a     certain      comfort      in      knowing      she’s    not      alone      in      this      whole      mess.

                    “      go      get      some     sleep.      you      have      class      tomorrow,      right?     ”      she’s      far      from      being      motherly      (     far      from      wanting      to      sound      so      ),     but      Gale’s      eyes      have      still      softened     considerably      from      before      as      she      glances     at      Sidney,      drops      another      folder      of     newspaper      clippings      on      the      table,      “     plus,      I      have      more      leverage      over      them    than      you      –      they      can      kick      you     out      if      you      stay      here      for      too      long    and      don’t      slip      any      cash      their     way.      trust      me,      i’d      know.      ”   (  @serialfame​  )

[deservedeath]

@serialfame​ said: ‘ hard to imagine you’d ever be boring . ’

he grinned, watching her a moment before lowering his gaze to what was left of his drink. he wished he could tell her just how badly he wanted to be boring. a pathetic dream, right? to only just be a hospital porter -- living in a house with a neurotic flatmate and dodgy plumbing. normal. not just pretending to be. he almost laughed at the thought of saying it all aloud. no. that little chat would have to wait for when he wanted to make sure she’d bolt for the door and not look back. 

“  oh, you’d be surprised,  ”    he said at last, teasing glint back in his eyes.    “  maybe i really am as dull as they come...  ”    he shrugged then and met her eyes again.    “  what’s so bad about being boring, anyway? i think it’s got its perks...  ”    that was something he had a feeling she’d understand...

[virginrule-moved]

serialfame replied to your post “SOMETIMES PEOPLE GROW BAD FACIAL HAIR TO COPE”

AS HIS FRIEND SIDNEY IS CONCERNED

I SIMPLY THINK THAT SCREAM 2′S THIRTY MINUTE POST CREDIT SCENE OF SIDNEY MAKING RANDY SHAVE IT OFF IN A HOSPITAL BATHROOM WAS A LITTLE EXCESSIVE

[ghcstdoctor]

                                      “  so, it’s not my birthday, it’s not your birthday. not a holiday that i’m aware of…  ”    he said slowly as he entered the kitchen. the cooking smells had hit him the second he’d opened the front door and for the first time, he realized how hungry he was. there was a suspicious glint in his eye, even as a grin spread across his lips.    “  okay -- what’s up?  ”  //  @serialfame ♥︎’d