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exdeputysonso · 7 months
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Brad Dourif in Halloween II (2009)
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70s80sandbeyond · 2 years
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ecoamerica · 23 days
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myveryownfanfiction · 7 months
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
tags: @eclecticwildflowers, @illiana-mystery, @onedirectionlovers2014, @lilyevans1, @salemwitch96
prompt from @scealaiscoite
prompt: "should i be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? i probably should be, right?"
warnings: fake blood, swearing
AN: this actually does make fake blood and while slightly sticky, you can seriously freak people out. I’ve done it twice and enjoyed every moment of it.
I stood in the kitchen, newspapers spread out and covering just about every surface. The apron I was wearing had splatters of red on it mixed with green and yellow. Frowning, I threw another batch in the garbage can. Grabbing the corn syrup and soap, I set about starting over. I poured in two tablespoons of corn syrup and four drops of soap. Looking at my phone, I added four drops of red food coloring and two drops of green. Two drops of yellow followed and I started to stir it. Adding more food coloring until it reached the color I wanted, I hummed along with the radio. I started to make another batch and cleaned up when I was finished.
I changed into my costume and went back into the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and flipped on the light. Q-tips and Kleenex were spread out on the counter and I got to work right away. I covered half my forehead in fake blood and let it drip down my face. I drew a line across my neck and watched it drip. I smiled and bounced in place as I looked over myself. Adding some blood to my arms, I nodded to myself. “Looks pretty good.” I said to no one. The front door opened and my eyes widened.
“Sweetheart I’m home!” I heard lee call.
“I’m back here lee!” I called back. Staring at myself in the mirror, I tried to figure out if I should clean up and change or just leave it. My decision was made for me when Lee appeared in the mirror behind me. His eyes went wide as he looked me over and spun me around to take a closer look.
“what the fuck happened?” Lee asked, concern dripping from his tone. I gave him a soft smile.
“I uh…” laughing, I shrugged. “I was playing around with the costume and got a little carried away.” Lees eyes darted over to the sink. He let out a sigh of relief and almost put his head on my shoulder when he remembered the fake blood.
“Should I be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well?” He asked with a laugh. “I probably should be right?” I nodded with a laugh and struck a pose.
“so how do I look?” I asked. Lee smiled at me and shook his head. “It must be good to make you freak out like that.” Lee nodded and put his hands on my shoulders.
“you’re going to give me a heart attack doing this one day sweetheart.” He said with a smile. “But you look good. Downright spooky.” I nodded and smiled back at him.
“good. That’s what I was going for.” I turned back to the sink and started to wash everything off. “Now i just gotta do this again on Halloween and everything will be good.”
“I’ll be working Halloween so I’ll take any calls that you bring in.” Lee said as he leaned against the wall to watch me. “Make sure I’m spending at least part of the day with you.” I smiled at him as I cleaned up.
“sounds like a plan.” I agreed. Lee smiled back and we silently finished cleaning the bathroom.
“just don’t go overboard.” He warned me as we went back to the living room.
“I don’t make any promises lee.” I said with a laugh. “You know that.”
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writing-good-vibes · 2 years
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greetings, friends and readers !! 💓📚 i hope you're all making the most of spooky whore autumn !! 😈💓
and as it is that time of year again, i welcome you all to my second annual HALLOWEEN PROMPT FILL !! 👻💀🎃
i'll be accepting prompts from THIS PROMPT LIST from NOW until 24th OCTOBER, so plenty of time for you guys to think and for me to write !! multiple asks are more than welcome, as well as multiple prompts in one !!
*PLEASE REMEMBER TO ADD WHICH CATEGORY YOUR NUMBERED PROMPT IS FROM, THERE ARE BOTH CUTE AND SPOOKY PROMPTS ON THE LIST !!*
CHARACTER LISTS:
the usual brad dourif rogues: charles, jack, tommy, sheriff, doc, grima, billy and tucker.
misc. horror: bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, otis driftwood and chop top sawyer.
*[if requesting any of the sinclair brothers, please specify is you would like a reader-insert or my usual domestic sibling slices-of-life, the choice is yours !!]*
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Oh god I just realized thanks to The Quarry's incessant reference-dropping, I have crushed on both Sheriff Brackett and Sheriff Hackett
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i really can't with sheriff brackett i keep swooning
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danveration · 1 year
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duranduratulsa · 1 year
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Up next on my Halloween movie marathon...Halloween Kills (2021) on amazing blu-ray! #movie #movies #horror #halloween #HalloweenKills #johncarpenter #michaelmyers #theshape #lauriestrode #drsamuelloomis #lonnieelam #tommydoyle #LindseyGraham #sheriffbrackett #JamieLeeCurtis #nancystephens #nickcastle #charlescypher #KyleRichards #brianandrews #anthonymichaelhall #2020s #bluray
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sasa-chan · 1 year
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It's Halloween; everyone is entitled to one good scare.
-Sheriff Leigh Brackett
(Halloween)
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chriscdcase95 · 2 years
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So, I usually don’t bring out my dark comedy material on the main, but something’s just occurring to me regarding the Halloween uni/multi-verse. 
I can’t help but wonder what Haddonfield’s reaction to “Smooth Criminal” was upon release.
Like I know the song itself has nothing to do with Michael Myers or anything, but just thinking about how the lyrics and chorus continuously use “Annie Are You Okay ? With Annie Brackett, the Sheriff’s daughter, arguably being the most infamous victim of Michael’s ‘78 rampage. 
Also “Smooth Criminal” was released in November of ‘88. Taking the 4-6 movies into account, it was released not a month after Michael Myers awoke from his coma and went on another killing spree.
On top of that, the singer being named “Michael”, and opens with this unsettling deep breathing. I’m just saying, some Haddonfield parent in the late 80′s would suddenly drop their glasses when it started playing on their radios one morning.
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exdeputysonso · 9 months
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Brad Dourif as Sheriff Lee Brackett | Halloween (2007)
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sydtherizz · 9 months
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Killed for him
18+ Only - Minors/Ageless Blogs DNI - You Will Be Blocked
Imagine: Just you going full-on protective and killing for Michael. No biggie.
WARNINGS: SMUT, mature scenes, Blood, Description of blood, Sex scene after. etc.
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Dr. Loomis looked at you eyes wide with terror after the quick slice. His hand instinctively grasped his neck as he winced in pain, feeling the warmth of his own blood seeping from the deep stab wound. The skin around his injury was torn and jagged, and the crimson stain on his shirt rapidly spread like an ominous dark cloud.
With an intense gaze, you locked eyes with him, your eyes reflecting nothing but pure rage and anger. You did it. You finally did it. You finally put an end to the man who mistreated your lover's mental health as his psychiatrist and exploited him for his shitty book, calling him “evil ”. He didn’t know what true evil looked like. But now he did as he looked back at you, a person he thought he was protecting from Michael Myers, a person he thought was helping him find Michael Myers. A person who was working with him along.
With every labored breath, a trickle of blood escaped his lips, underscoring the severity of the injury. As he fell to the ground, the air around him seemed to thicken with tension as he struggled to stay conscious. However, his struggle went in vain as his heartbeat first echoing in his ears like a desperate plea for survival slowly fainted when he hit the hard wooden floors of the Myers home.
Michael's towering presence seemed to catch you by surprise since you hadn't noticed him initially. However, when he came into view, you looked up at him with a tender expression, showing nothing but warmth and affection in your eyes.
"See Michael? I took care of it. Like I said I would."
Michael looked down at his ex-psychiatrist limp body, his neck slit open and his blood spilling everywhere on the floor. His eyes made their way to the sharp end of a broken bottle in your hand that was drenched in blood. The sight caused a shiver to run down his spine. The sight of your heaving chest after a kill stirred something in him.
"We can finally be together now." you beamed, with a radiant smile. You dropped the broken bottle body on Loomis’s body while stepping over him to approach Michael.
As you stood in front of him, cupping the cheek of his mask with your bloody hands, Michael could feel a sort of scratching in the back of his brain and a restless surge within his veins, like bubbling blood yearning to break free.
He always felt this way since he saw you at the Halloween store looking for a costume for a party. There was always something about you that made him snap inside. It wasn’t your body or your face.
He saw something in you, the same thing that was in him. It was so stark that it leaked through the blackness of your pupils.
“Sheriff Brackett comes by and starts snooping around I’ll get rid of him okay?” You murmured. “No one will take you from me.”
You’ve always been like this like he was. You didn’t kill out of protection for him. You were killed because you were like him.
You were fascinating.
Just as you raised your toes to kiss his mask's lips, he instantly grabbed at your collar and began ripping apart your shirt exposing the dark green bra you chose to wear today. You gasped in response as you stumbled back on Loomis’s body, crimson blood smearing the heel of your feet.
“Do whatever you want with me.” you huffed trying to reach up to kiss him. Michael cupped his large hand under your chin, with his fingers squeezing both sides of your face, and slammed you into the staircase wall.
Michael heard his breath growing more ragged as he bore his eyes into yours and felt his bubbling blood heading south to his hardening cock.
“Do whatever you want Michael,” you whispered. You felt goosebumps all over your body as his other hand made its way down your stomach and to your flier. With one hard pull, he broke it. Revealing your matching dark green panties. With a forceful pull, he yanked you away from the staircase wall, causing you to stumble and fall face down onto the ground. The impact left you slightly hurt and disoriented as crimson stained your skin. You heard rustling behind you and looked back to see him unfastening the upper portion of his coveralls, removing the top half to free his girthy member.
His hands twitched at the sight of you quickly moving down your panties, while your eyes were completely fixed on his masked face. You felt the cold air bite at your soppy pussy.
"Come, Micahel." you cooed.
Something in him snapped. Growling menacingly, he suddenly lunged at you with intensity. His entire frame engulfed yours completely as if trying to devour you. You whimpered when he pressed his entire body weight on you, feeling his length on your pubic mound.
"Go as hard as you want okay?" you mewled as you felt his breath run down your neck. You began to tilt your hip on him. With that Michael took hold of his length and lined it with your entrance. The heat between your thighs made him throb harder. Your breath hitched when you felt his tip enter you and begin stretching you, until it was fully embedded inside your quivering folds. His hand slid down your side and gripped your breast possessively before he began to rock himself in and out, slowly at first. His breathing quickened as he leaned down to nip at the soft flesh of your neck with his teeth.
After several deep thrusts, your body began trembling uncontrollably as he continued to drive deeper inside you, each push eliciting a pleasurable shudder from your body. Your hips began undulating against him, seeking more friction. He groaned in appreciation at how much you loved being taken roughly.
His movements became faster and more erratic. His thrusts grew stronger as he pulled away from the wall and lifted your hips up toward his pelvis, making you moan in blissful pleasure. His hips slammed into you and he began grunting loudly, his balls slapping against your ass cheeks forcefully with each thrust. His breathing grew harsher and heavier, as his muscles bulged and twitched beneath his white Halloween mask.
You moaned as you felt your entire body bob up and down aggressively, hearing the floorboards beneath you whine at each thrust.
"Please go harder!" you cried out.
As he continued to slam into you, Michael felt something warm run down his leg, realizing it was your own sweat. He growled and bit down harder at your shoulder, causing you to cry out in pain, but also in blissful pleasure. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but the more he pushed inside you, the more your body responded to his aggressive moves. His pace increased even further and he began panting as he held your waist tightly against him, slamming his body forcefully in and out of you. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning in joy as the sensations coursed through you, causing your whole body to quake and tremble and your eyes to roll back.
Your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist as you rode his thick cock, riding wave after wave of pleasure throughout your body. Michael's grunts intensified and his hips bucked furiously, his shaft jerking within you as he buried himself deeply inside you over and over again. He grunted loudly and moaned in your ear as your nails dug into his shoulders.
His movements became frantic and violent. His thrusts grew quicker and rougher with each passing moment. The sounds of slapping flesh filled the air as he thrusted relentlessly into you, his hot release shooting through his dick with every forceful thrust, coating your insides with copious amounts of his thick sticky cum. You screamed as his powerful thrusts sent waves of ecstasy through you.
Michael's breathing was raspy and harsh, his arms holding your waist tight as he continued to pump inside you, his cock throbbing inside your womb as he emptied himself inside you.
His strokes slowed gradually and he let you down to the floor where you collapsed next to Loomis' corpse, his seed still oozing from you with every slow movement.
As you lay there completely spent, you looked back at Michael who laid his head comfortably on your stomach, with his arms wrapped around you.
He was yours, and you'd be damned if someone took him from you.
"Well, looks like I have a lot of cleaning to do."
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This is kind of a special thanks to the people that have been reading my shit, especially to those who interacted in some way.❤️
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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years
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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI
YOU WILL BE BLOCKED AND REPORTED
requested by @salemwitch96
Request: maybe even a horror movie marathon (with chucky)
Warnings: horror movies, language, chucky being a bit of a dick, spoilers for nightmare on elm street and Rob zombies Halloween
AN: I always love getting your requests and the more I thought of this the more I loved it. Thx for requesting! It took a different then than I originally thought it would but I think it works.
I could feel Chuckys’s chest rise as he sighed. I looked over my shoulder at him and he smiled at me as our eyes met.
“You really enjoy this shit?” I nodded. “Come on. That kid getting pulled into the bed looks so fake and fucked up. How could he not wake up at the feeling of those cold, metal claws against his ribs?” His hand was waving in the direction of the television while the other gently tickled my ribs. “Oh for fucks sake. That doesn’t even LOOK like real blood.” He shifted and for a second I thought he was going to get up and turn off the movie. So I grabbed his hair and tugged. “Ow.” He rubbed the back of his head as I let go.
“Thought you were going to turn it off.” I muttered as he settled back against the couch. He rolled his eyes and leaned over so his face was in mine.
“if you’re going to pull my hair,” his eyes darted down to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. “At least call me pretty.” He started cackling before falling back against the couch again. I shoved him and we finished out the movie. “Pick something good this time.” He teased as I got up to change the movie out. I flipped him off over my shoulder and I could hear the cackle he let out. I smiled at the sound as I looked at the case of the next movie.
“Oh trust me Chuck. This one will be better.” I made my way back to the couch and snuggled down into his side. Chucky pressed a kiss to my temple and pulled me tighter by my shoulder. “I like this.” I looked up at him and he hummed. Pulling his eyes away from the title screen, chucky smiled down at me tucked against his chest. He kissed me again, this time on the lips.
“I do too.” I smiled as I turned to hit play. The movie started to play and Chucky sighed as we curled into each other more. “Even if you pick shitty movies.” I rolled my eyes as he chuckled. “Oh come on. It’s Michael Meyers shouldn’t there be more blood and guts or something?”
“That’s why I like this one.” I pointed out. Chucky nodded and chewed on his lip. “Oh oh oh. It’s coming up.” I gently tapped his arm. Chuckys eyebrows furrowed and then slowly shot up as he noticed what I was now pointing at.
“Sheriff Brackett!” I squealed. Chucky leaned over me and hit the pause button.
“What. The. Fuck.” Chucky got off the couch and slowly stalked towards the screen.
“Come on Chucky. It’s just brad dourif. We’ve had this conversation before.” Chucky shot a glare at me and focused on the image that was now burning on the screen. “Chucky.”
“He’s old.” I gasped at the statement.
“Chucky!” I stood up and went to grab his arm. “I mean it’s true but that’s no way to say it. What did you expect? All the other movies we’ve seen with him in it has been from like the 80s.” Chucky let me wrap my arms around his. His eyes darted back and forth over the screen.
“Fuck it.” He muttered before hitting eject and putting the movie away. He gently shrugged out of my grip and walked off to the bedroom. The door closed with a slam and I stood there debating what to do. Sighing, I dug through my collection and found ‘it’s the great pumpkin Charlie Brown’. Either the sound of it would draw Chucky out or it would give him ample time to calm down before I went to talk to him. Something about the holiday special was calming to the both of us.
About halfway through, the door opened and Chucky emerged. I kept my focus on the television as he slowly came to sit down next to me. There was space between us and Chucky made sure to stay on the edge of the couch. His hands were in his lap and his focus was drawn to the screen. Despite the heaviness that hung in the air, the silence between the two of us was comfortable. Once the show ended, Chucky slowly got up and removed the disc. For the first time, my eyes trailed after his every move. Riffling through the fridge, Chucky eventually gave up and grabbed some candy from the bowl we had used earlier in the night to pass out candy. He leaned against the counter as he played with the wrapper.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. His eyes refused to meet mine and I focused on his long fingers spinning the candy.
“It’s alright.” I responded. “You have a thing. I know that. I shouldn’t have even considered it.” Chucky finally looked over at me, his fingers stopping their fidgeting.
“No. You like the movie. We both like dourif. It should be expected. Eventually.” He let out a soft chuckle. “You have nothing to feel sorry for (Y/N). And yes I have a thing about getting old. But it shouldn’t prevent you for enjoying a movie. Especially one I know you like.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “And until that point it was actually really nice. Just sitting there spending time with you.”
“I can watch it later Chucky.” I got up and made my way over to him. Slowly and gently, I wrapped my arms around his waist. I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Let’s watch something else. You pick this time.” He smiled at me before untangling himself and going to find something to watch.
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writing-good-vibes · 2 years
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Hi friend!! I'm so happy you're opening up requests again, I love how they're always related to the season. Ya know it, for our handsome Sheriff Bracket I'd love to request 6 and 28 please? thank you!!
friend, like i said i was waiting for your requests !! 😊 had a feeling i'd be able to be sweet on the sheriff again, it's been a while and i've missed him 💗 this is actually half inspired by another ask you sent me a while ago and it fit kind of perfectly here 👀📚 enjoy, as always 💗
[☀ requests for summer prompts are still open, and will be all month ☀]
sheriff brackett (sentimental and polaroid photos)
Work very rarely stopped for the Sheriff. Despite Haddonfield being relatively small, and relatively quiet in that picturesque suburban way that small towns usually are, there had been few days you could remember where the Sheriff hadn't been run ragged, sorting out juvenile delinquency or neighbourly disputes.
To thank him for all his hard work, you thought you may as well keep the house in order. The Sheriff was perfectly capable of household upkeep, you knew that already, but the large home hadn't had a deep clean in a while and, with the summer winding down, you decided there was no time like the present for a clear out.
The bedroom was the last room on your list, and as you dusted and rearranged, it was then that you came across it. A large, shabby cardboard box in the bottom of the closet.
As you pulled it forward, trying to figure out what was in it and if you could just leave it as it was, you noticed the spine of a book poking out. It was plain and, you realised as you pulled it out, was not a book at all.
It was a photo album.
Flicking through the pages, you paused when a handful of polaroids fell into your lap. They had not been properly put away, pressed between the pages to keep them safe when the photo-holders had been filled up.
You place the photo album to the side, wiping the sweat from your brow. The sun was still high in the sky outside and it did not help that you were surrounded by yours and the Sheriff's winter clothes.
The pile of polaroids, you realised, were very old indeed. A few had dates scribbled onto the margin, 1978, '79, '82. The same people were the subjects of most of the photos. It took looking at several photos to recognise one of the subjects.
Looking down at the 1978 photo. A summer's day it seems, by the bright exposure. A young man, squinting against the sun with a cigarette held between his teeth. His hair is a wild halo of frizzy curls around his head. You can see the blue waistband of a pare of Levi jeans just above where the photo cuts off, but his chest is bare.
That's your Sheriff. The years may have passed but you could recognise those eyes anywhere. Those sharp cheeks and lithe muscles that, even now, you could feel beneath the newfound softness he had acquired.
God, you thought, he was handsome. Is handsome. There's something timeless about your Sheriff, something that cannot be lost through age.
You claim it was the dust of the closet that was making your eyes water, and not at all the sentimentality of finding these forgotten keepsakes of long gone summer days. Summer days you were so desperate to let the Sheriff relive, to live through with him.
To take your own polaroids and have someone find them, years from know, and think about the couple in the, how happy then look, glowing beneath the sun on a long forgotten summer day.
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Trick or Treat Studios has unveiled a set of Halloween miniatures featuring Michael Myers, Laurie Strode, Dr. Loomis, Sheriff Brackett, Annie Brackett, Lynda Van der Klok, and Bob Simmons.
Each figure stands approximately 1.6" tall. Estimated to ship in December, the set of seven is available to pre-order for $24.95.
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ivy-wisp · 11 months
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The Defense of Samantha “Sam” Carpenter
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Every series of movies or tv shows has a reboot, where new characters are introduced and they complete ignore what the original was all about. But, some reboot actually made the series better, but others suck ass. But do you know what reboot that hasn’t happened to let me down, Scream. I like Scream (2022) better than Scream 3. And I know y’all are gonna say “Scream 3 is better than Scream 3” or “Why do you like Scream (2022) better than Scream 3?” Why it’s just the bee knees for me guys. I think they did a good job with honoring Wes Craven for all of his work. I believe that if movies are gonna reboot, the crew should at least honor at least the person who started it all, I’m at you Lars Klevberg. To be honest, I kinda forgot that Child’s Play actually had a reboot, thank god Scream (2022) got more likes than that piece of shit. And the only thing I liked about the Child’s Play reboot was the soundtrack. But I don’t wanna waste my time talking about reboots and shit, that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the new lead for the Scream movies, Samantha Carpenter, preferably known as Sam. This is Defense for Sam Carpenter.
Samantha Carpenter is the main protagonist of the Radio Silence’s Scream film series, serving as the main protagonist of Scream (2022) and Scream IV.
Having run from a troubled past, the former Woodsboro resident returns to her haunted small California hometown to aid her younger sister Tara against a new Ghostface entity. Later, she and the Core Four (consisting of herself, her younger sister and the Meeks-Martin twins) are confronted with a series of Ghostface entities in New York City.
At age 13, she discovered the secret of her birth origin — she is the biological daughter of original Ghostface serial killer, Billy Loomis who derives from the original Scream (1996). Correspondingly, this also makes her the paternal granddaughter of the first copycat Ghostface killer, Nancy Loomis, who appeared in Scream 2 (1997).
After her legal father's abandonment due to her birth origin revelation, she spiraled into a life of drugs and crime. This dismayed soon-Sheriff Judy Hicks, who Sam would babysit the son of (one of these duties was during the second Woodsboro Murders). At age 18 (likely almost 19) — with Woodsboro no longer serving her any good — she abandoned it in favor of another California town.
In her departure, Sam did not say goodbye to her mother or baby sister (then age 13). Over 5 years later, Sam is confronted with both her troubled teen past and birth origin. Now a 24-year-old bowling alley attending, she joins forces with original legacy franchise survivors, Dewey Riley, Gale Weathers and Sidney Prescott, to stop the new killer. She finds herself to be Ghostface's primary target.
In the end, Sam proves to embody the rules of a real-life horror movie legacy "requel" (reboot and sequel); she is both the descendant of a legacy character, and the new Ghostface entity is her own boyfriend, Richie whom she is able to kill (staying true to the original Sidney-Billy dynamic), as well as his accomplice who lives at 261 Turner Lane, Woodsboro (Macher residence), Amber Freeman.
One year later, Sam still deals with hallucinations of her father. She is in therapy, dates Danny Brackett, and also deals with public scrutiny following conspiracy theories accusing her of being the true killer of the Legacy Killings. She lives in New York City where the rest of the Core Four study at Blackmore University.
Alongside former schoolmate Kirby Reed, the Core Four confront a trio of family killers—NYPD detective Wayne Bailey, and his children, Quinn and Ethan, who seek revenge against Sam for killing Richie, Wayne's son and the siblings' older brother. She successfully kills two of the three killers, and inspires Tara to get the therapy she needs. Meanwhile Sam herself is alluded to have embraced the darker side of her father and grandmother.
Samantha is portrayed by Melissa Barrera.
Racist and Hateful Comments
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Let’s talk about Samantha Carpenter and her actress Melissa Barrera. Sam is the new main star of the Scream movies. However, she is quickly hated by fans and it pissed some fans for the way they treated her. How do I feel about it, I feel extremely disappointed and sad when they put out mean comments. It’s like threatening to make a ship cannon or something. I don’t know my brain is damaged right now y’all.
Anyway, I think it’s disappointing that people hate on the actress. If you hate the character that’s fine but don’t blame the actor or actress, no matter what nationality they are, it’s unacceptable, and I hope you guys realize that. Once again, Melissa Barrera doesn’t deserve hate in any way whatsoever. Just be glad the writers fix her character and Melissa’s and you’ll realize Sam doesn’t need to be the New Sidney. Because no one can outrun Sidney Prescott.
Sam’s Sister and Actress
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Tara is Sam’s younger sister and she is played by Jenna Ortega. She became the first target for the Third Woodsboro Murders and the first victim to survive a Scream movies because she part of the Scream new leads. But how can people not hate her, I’m just saying so don’t sue me! Some people say they hate Tara because of that one scene. And I’m one of those people, because you can’t handle what you’re saying while you’re drunk and I think that’s the point. Tara, I know how you feel but don’t use your anger on your sister but on Billy Loomis, even though he’s dead.
It’s not like I don’t think Tara doesn’t deserve to know the truth but I do blame Sam for leaving her and not saying goodbye to her own sister. But I understand why she left, to protect her from her, because she’s afraid she’ll turn out like Billy. Dammit, now I hate Billy for putting the Carpenters in so much pain and trauma, even his own daughter.
But Tara doesn’t need to be the New Sidney either because she survived in the opening. That’s all I’m saying. Tara and Sam rules in my opinion.
Richie and his family
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Richie was the ex-boyfriend of Sam. He was cool up until his reveal as Ghostface, I mean, I kinda knew it was him when I first saw the trailer. In fact, I suspected everyone except Wes and Tara. Btw, let me know in the comments if you knew Richie was Ghostface
After his reveal, in my opinion, Richie is a piece of shit. I mean this 27 year old motherfucker groomed an 17 year old girl, does his family not notice that before they reveal themselves? I feel bad for both Sam and Amber and most of y’all might know why? Thank god, Sam killed him.
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And after he died, his family wanted revenge on Sam and her sister. That’s Scream for y’all. Also why the fuck is Ethan is as tall one even though he’s the youngest? Maybe? I already have a tall sibling, it’s not just Quinn.
But I do think the twist being the daughter of a serial killer is good and using it for Scream X check it out on Wattpad, a new chapter is coming out soon. This time, Richie is getting the role and he had a daughter after the Second Murders where he raped someone but I’m not saying who cause spoilers, duh. And I’m not saying who’s his daughter, guess you’ll have to figure it out yourself Muahahaha!
Conclusion
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In conclusion I don’t think Sam will be the new Ghostface at all, along with Tara, Chad and Mindy. And here’s why I think that:
When Sam said "My father was a murderer. No matter what you think, I'm better than that." It doesn’t mean she had to follow Billy’s footsteps, Richie!
Or when it turns out Sam still has Billy’s mask but she later drops it, I’m getting the feeling that she’s rejecting her father and his murderous actions and letting him go, like she let Tara go, I don’t know.
But I think I should wrap this up, but let me know what you guys want me to do next:
My thoughts of Amanda the Adventurer
Or
Just about Deku
Whoever has the most comments wins.
Okay byeeee!
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