#ya hey fucks

[ministarfruit]

day 24: plagued by the horrors ♡

(femslashfeb prompt list)

#minifemslashfeb2024 #heathers #heathers the musical #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #chansaw #I love my girl veronica. she has every illness #every illness meaning being a teenage girl with repressed rage #you know how it is with teenage girls with repressed rage #that is JD's hand but this ain't about him #this month has just been me drawing ghosts basically #I THINK IT'S FUNNY IF YOU SEE IT AS CHANDLER HAUNTING HER AND JUST BITCHING AT HER CONSTANTLY #hey veronica! you fucked up! hey veronica! you fucked up! hey v #veronica does really go through it though. #IS THIS MY FIRST TIME DRAWING HEATHERS? #WELL THERE YA GO

[kroosluvr]

Life's beauty is like a myriad of flowers, and I want to pluck the one that never wilts.

#hey ruanmei gang its me again. Ya boy #i love. LOVE. overgrown nature themes and seeing her lab with all t he fucking glass TUBES and PLANTS and everything so neat and tidy i #just wanna see it all UNRAVEL bro i want it FUCKED UP #i think abt ruan mei abandoning her creations the things she raised bc they dont serve a purpose for her anymore but the plants keep reachi #g for the sunlight right. so full of life regardless of if they feel or think or speak. just like ruan mei huh. #im running out of space ill talk another time #ruan mei #honkai star rail #honkai star rail fanart #cele draws

[lilacevans]

♡ *.✧ big daddy frank ✧.* ♡

#cevans #chris evans gif #chris evans #chris evans gifs #chrisevansgifs #chrisevansedit #chrisevans #chris evans edit #cevansgifs #cevansedit #frank adler #lila's frank gifs #gifted #lila's gifs #evansedit #christopher how dare u #honestly wtf christopher #are you fucking kidding me christopher #also hey hi how ya doin

[tradingjack]

cringefail late valentine's day posting some rushed kiss studies bc I worked like 36 of the past 72 hours yippee

and I STILL can't draw kissimg this shit haaard how yall do it 😭😭

#and let me tell ya!! kids will not!! stop!! fuckin!! bein!! sick as FUUUCK!!!!! #like just BE HEALTHY for a LITTLE BIT you little shits (affectionate but exhausted) #posted this earlier after trying to type out tags for like 4 hours to get it out on time and. #it didnt matter i posted to the Wrong Fucking Blog anyway #ik it's practice. almost put a period after 'and i STILL cant draw' lmao but. that's not nice #tag time bc fuck it. if im gon post this shit #trigun #trimax flavored but who cares #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vash x wolfwood #vashwood #drawing #artists on tumblr #my art #fanart #ooooh using my skills for crimge bc it makes me happy ooooooh #yes i was too lazy to shade the arm. i'll do it later im fuckin tired #wip #i'll also say hey it's already leagues better than the last time i tried lol. prolly cause i used a ref #kudos to you if you recognize which reference pics i used. eat a chocolate for me if you do lol

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Her Sunrise 🌄 Her Dawnbreaker

Ever since the very first time I read Still in Dark, the detail of Zayne being covered in scars from fighting wanderers/abominations has sat so heavy on my heart. Because you know that poor man hasn't been getting any professional medical help. Much like Xavier, he's just riding those injuries out, only unlike Xav, he's not blessed with a body that heals itself with relative ease.

This particular 'moment' is from a fic I'm still formatting in my head, that will hopefully see the light of day soon. His expression is a reflection of your own when you realize just how much he's been through. Our poor little meow meow 😩

My desire to bring this man into my arms and shield him from everything overwhelms me sometimes, and today I sat consumed with the desire to do just that, so instead of doing all my other obligations I did... this. Lol.

#hey hey hey anon I did it i drew him are you proud of me??? #there ya go i did it i finally drew you a Dawnbreaker yall can be happy and rejoice now #and its only mildly angsty #and still sexy imo #yeah hes not all the way naked im sorry but i had a vision i was going for in my head and yall can just go with me on this one k? #i just KNOW i wouldnt be able to control my face when i saw his body looking like a battleground #and id be so fucking sad and i would bet large bills he'd be so vulnerable in that intimate moment that he couldn't help making a face back #and it would be so heartbreaking bc the moment of insecurity #jesus christ i went nuts in the tags again fuck #lnds #love and deepspace #lads #l&ds #love & deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #Dawnbreaker #db!zayne #zayne dawnbreaker #art of kay

[papanowo]

is crosshair not in the bad batch meets scorch post bc sev was his favourite /j

its also cus hes not in prison in that scenario but yes ^_^ anyways i just HAD to draw them together but since thats never gonna happen have this au where sevs like this rex figure helping clones desert

#but yeah crosshairs like. THE fanboy in the batch like wrecker just wanted to be scorchs friend but crosshair had merch #miku binder but with sevs helmet on it type beat yfm #holy fuck i should draw that #1mil likes and ill draw tha- [gunshots] #ive had hey ya on loop for 40 minutes i think its getting to me #anyways #my art #star wars #tbb #bad batch #delta squad #repcomm #crosshair #tbb crosshair #sev #oh yeah just remembered #scorch isnt hunter + techs fav actually ! #hunters fav is boss cus hes a strong leader and he has cool stubble #and tech would really like to go up to fixer all like oh golly it sure is nice to meetcha mister fixer im a real big fan love your work sir #and then he gives him a good firm handshake. #im gonna go to bed before i spill my guts in these tags goodnight chat cant wait for this to autopost at work later

[astrangertomykin]

I truly honestly understand what the hell Ashton was thinking in that moment and cannot find myself to be mad at them. When you spend your life in pain already, there is no threat or fear of more. It's all the same, really. Especially when this way you could use it to help the people you love and, finally, make that pain worthwhile.

#ashton greymoore #critical role spoilers #critical role #bells hells #CHRONIC PAIN FEELERS HOW WE DOING #BECAUSE FUCK #it's being given the chance to weaponise that pain that has hurt you your whole life #to take it and to grasp it and to gain strength from it to protect those you love #to do some fucking good #to fall apart and be remade with gold threaded through your veins and your skin burning to the bone #to wield that fire to let it ground you so you can forge a brighter future #fuck hey ashton if ya wanna talk after your friends stop beating your ass I'm here bestie #i get you

[leroibobo]

abu darwish mosque in amman, jordan. after being expelled from their homes by the circassian genocide throughout the 19th century, circassians fled or were deported en masse to the then-ottoman empire's territories in the middle east. jordan's circassian community in the mid-20th century was small but held their own - circassian immigrant mustafa hassan commissioned this mosque in 1961.

most of the construction was done by palestinians from the former village of ayn karim, and the mosque is located in the ashrafiyah neighborhood, a generally palestinian area of the city. after the 1948 nakba, many palestinian refugees settled in ashrafiyah, living in tents.

#jordan #circassian #palestine #architecture #interior #worship #muslim #my posts #pretty fucked up that im posting something that was made in the 20th century on this blog but hey what can ya do #also the way i tag things is like if something is palestinian or associated w/ palestinian history/people it goes under the 'palestine' tag #bc having both a 'palestine' and 'palestinian' tag is too much to keep track of. i do this with other things too (like my 'armenia' tag) #im not pulling a 'palestine and jordan are basically the same country' here i promise

[bumblingbabooshka]

Harry Kim saying Naomi is lucky to be born on Voyager and that he would have given "anything" to have her life when he was a kid...

#He sees NO downsides???? #Also I love how Neelix was yelling and panicked and Harry was like 'haha ok buddy. Hey this little guy is ugly huh~? See ya later!' #absolutely unbothered and not the least bit curious - love him <3 #saw someone post about how they don't like 'once upon a time' bc Neelix doesn't tell Naomi right away about her mother .... bro. #c'mon. Anyway I love Neelix and him trying so hard to shield Naomi from bad things / upset bc he KNOWS how fucking painful #it is to lose a family DID make me tear up. #Also Naomi in that burned-down forest (symbolic of innocence?) was a kickass visual. Neelix telling her about his family and Naomi trying #to comfort HIM??? SHE'S SUCH A GOOD KID MAN....Neelix making her a flotter doll was also v cute #OH AND Naomi going 'I Am Borg...' and Neelix going '~??? No you're not~!!!' and Naomi giggling...added NOTHING to the #episode - as it should be!! Sometimes you've just gotta have a really cute silly moment <3 #Tuvok: [says something] / Tom: Nice bedside manner Tuvok =_= #Tuvok: [about to say the most beautiful comforting words you've ever heard one parent say to another] And I took that personally. #Love how Naomi is scared of Seven at first...girl that's your roommate. #HEHEH she starts off the series scared of her but by the end she's her little buddy and also her intern #but yeah never forget that Harry Kim can and will say the most unhinged things but so casually that no one will really clock it #NEVER forget that he says he remembers.....either being an infant or his own birth - both WILD to me #Harry Kim lowkey loves destiny and being special and the idea of 'chosen ones' and the narrative even though he will fight it all if it #harms the ones he loves #Harry: (guy from an alternate timeline who replaced the dead Naomi with the alive one from his own) That kid's living the dream <3

[drowsy-dreamwalker]

do you do anything outside of trials? or are you stuck at the campfire

"I also like using the washing machines they have."

#dbd #quentin smith #art[dd] #dbd ask blog #ask[dd] #lerys is a close second to rpd in his favs just cause of the vending machines #sadly both are hosts to extremely dangerous people #hes testing fate sitting at that desk and fucking with the files on the computer #but hey ya know #whos gonna catch him

[angelspenance]

Shoutout to queer masculinity. Butches, transmascs, amab people who enjoy the masculine parts of themselves, gnc people, etc etc. No if ands or buts.

#cath.txt #putting this in the tags and probably in my drafts wine cellar but goddamn. people will always go 'I love transmascs' and then preach solely #about malewives and 'submissive and breedable' and how I look with he/him in my bio. which is fine and real. but it's the absolute lack of #the opposite being as prevalent. thank god for lesbians up butch posting and that typa shit because a lot of the time beyond that it's like #oh hi absolute lack of acknowledgement for amab nonbinary people who aren't fem leaning. of posts about transmasc people who aren't notably #gnc. of jokes about hating men that kinda toe the line of 'hey. that's similar to how te/rfs think.' of acknowledgement of masc trans women. #*lack of acknowledgement. #it's like. hey. people are allowed to be masculine without there being a punchline or a 'but.' #ya know what. fuck it. andddd post.

[theoryofwhatnow]

please stop asking me what the ending to Like Minds means. i don’t know 😭 i just work here

#i’ve got some pretty theories and overwhelmed tears for ya. but that’s all you’re getting out of me #this post is mainly about people on other social medias #not here #you guys seem to have a pretty good grasp on what you’re doing #nothing is scarier than getting a dm and the message preview says ‘hey i watched that film and was wondering if you could explain-‘ #NOOO I CANNOT #i don’t even know what the fuck is going on please leave me to die in peace #like minds #nigel colbie #murderous intent #alex forbes #like minds 2006 #murderous intent movie #tom sturridge #eddie redmayne

[scoutingthetrooper]

I hate that loneliness makes me second guess every decision I have made in the past 6 months and makes me feel like everything would just be better if I went back into the arms of my abuser.

#I love my brain... but WTF #what the actual and absolute fuck #I get it's a #trauma bond #but yA GOTTA LET THIS SHIT GOOOOOO #when I was still in the relationship I KNEW hands down I would not get the emotional support I needed #so why is it now when I'm finally OUT my brain forgets this???? and is just like #“hey. go back to him. you'll find all the comfort you need there” #but I never did??????? #brain... who's side are you really on

[chosetoseethebestinyou]

The Doctor / Me watching Doctor Who, like, once a season:

can't believe I keep falling for this. Even more so can't believe the doctor keeps falling for this.

#Fool me fool me twice and all that #No really tho. The number of times I've been here like oh hey funky new plot / villain #And then wip out one of those helmets. Show it's shadow. That god damn tear duct door in the what #Season 8 finale? #Now the season 10 finale???? #Cue me flipping the table like oh lads not again #At least the daleks are like hey what up we're the daleks and we're here to fuck u up again #The cybermen keep sneaking up on ya #Or maybe I'm just stupid and it's obvious from the beginning #But then so is the doctor #Doctor who #doctor who memes #Cybermen

[obstinatecondolement]

Do unironically and genuinely love that in fandom we will say "there is no platonic explanation for this" completely straightfaced and then go back to writing pornography tailored to our friends' turn ons, which we have extensive knowledge of, to gift them as an entirely platonic gesture.

#'hey bestie love of my life and good friend who I am in no way making a pass at: I wrote you some piss kink with crying. who loves ya baby?' #and we really aren't making a pass!* #blorbo touching his friend's hand is indisputable evidence that they want to fuck each other so bad that it's causing brain damage #but we're built different #*(I mean I do know couples who met through fandom so I guess sometimes people might be making a pass but usually we're not)

[samcscreams]

It can't be a coincidence

Hello friends! This one shot was inspired by @doctorwhoarchive it would not have been possible without her! Also took an inspiration form this post. Im also super proud of this one. Its my biggest project yet and I put a lot of time and effort into it so I hope you like it!

Also a shout out to @monarchsrus for all the writing advice!

Trigger warning: Drug Use

Word count: 7.5k

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It was like any other day. Sam rolled over to turn her alarm clock off. It had been about 9 months since she’d been able to actually wake up to the sounds. No, most days she wakes hours before her alarm clock goes off and just stars at the ceiling waiting for time to pass her by. 

After turning it off she rolls over and sit on the edge of her bed. After taking a much needed deep breath she begins to get ready for school. 

She shuffled over to her closet and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and makes her way to her sisters room. 

“Knock Knock. You up yet Tar?” She asked as she slowly opened the door. 

Her baby sister was still curled up under her covers. Sam sighed knowing she was gonna have to be responsible and wake her up. She just looked so peaceful while sleeping, it broke her heart to be the one to ruin it. 

“Hey time to wake up big girl.” Sam rubbed circles in Taras back to coxes her out of sleep. 

As Tara started to stir awake she smiled at the sight of her big sister. 

“Morning Sammy” She said with a toothy grin as she rubbed sleep from her eyes 

“Im gonna use the bathroom. Make sure you pick out some clothes and pack your book bag” Sam said as she left. 

Tara felt the emptiness of the room eat her alive. Sam would normally help her pick out her clothes and at least say good morning in return. But lately Sam just wasn’t the same. Tara sat up in bed wondering if she did something wrong. 

After Sam was done in the bathroom she was putting her clothes on when she noticed her jeans were now officially two inches higher than when she got them. 

“Dammit” She muttered to herself. Sadly, she had gone through a growth spurt only a month after she found the diaries. 

Therefore Christina has been less than eager to go shopping with her daughters. Christina also thought since Tara never seemed to grow and could still fit into some of her preschool shirts the other one should be just as fine. 

She was not fine, far from fine but she would never tell anyone that. So when Sam went to put on the t-shirt she pulled from her closet she flexed just a bit too hard casing the back seem to pop. She looked over into the mirror and almost chuckle as she looked like the hulk ripping out of her own clothes. 

She needed a plan and fast as she would need to head down stairs to make tara breakfast soon. Then it hit her, her dad not dad left his clothes. He’s gotta have something she could take. 

Sam snuck into her mothers room and over to her dads not dad closet. Upon entering she took a deep breath taking in the lingering smell that used to smell like safety, like home. She looked up towards the top shelf. There were a random assortment of old band shirts so she grabbed the top one. ‘Nirvana, perfect’ she thought to herself and snuck back out not waking her mother in doing so. 

She grabbed her combat boots, as they were the only shoes that fit her, and luckily they made up for the two inches that her pants didn’t cover on her legs. She then grabbed her zip up hoodie and made her way down stair after seeing tara was no longer in her room. 

“Tara?” Sam called as she hit the bottom floor.

“In here Sammy” Tara called back from the kitchen 

Once Sam made her way to her sister she was greeted with burnt toast and half squeezed OJ. 

“Tara what are you doing?” Sam asked trying to bite back her temper which was becoming alarming harder to do recently. 

“I wanted to make you breakfast. To make up for making you mad.” Tara with her big doe eyes stared directly into her big sisters looking for any sign of reassurance that she was forgiven.

“Making me mad? Baby girl what do you mean?” Sam pulled her baby sister in for a hug pushing Taras bangs away to get a clear look at her. Yet Sam could feel the guilt bubbling in her gut. 

“You don’t help me get ready for school anymore. I though I did something wrong.” Tara said looking up at Sam tears pricking the corner of her eyes. 

Sam mulled over Tara’s words realizing she had been pulling away since last December. But even more recently with starting high school. They’ve been promoting Stab-a-Thon for months at school and truth be told it was starting to get to Sam. She was numb most days to deal with the fear of who she was. Who she could be. 

“Im so sorry. I didn’t realize. But no little one. You’ve done nothing wrong. High school is just a lot sometimes. It’s really not your fault.” Sam said as she kneeled down and cupped Tara’s face. 

“Oh okay.” Tara respond with in a timid voice. 

“Do you like breakfast?” She followed up with, as a smile grew across her tiny face.

Sam took a burnt piece of toast and took a bite. Immediately the ash flavoring coated her mouth. But she swallowed and put on a show. 

“Mmmm when did you become a five star chef?” Sam asked making Tara erupt with glee

“Now hurry, go grab your book bag and put on your shoes. Mom will be up soon and we gotta get you to school now don’t we.” Sam said ushering Tara off. 

She turned back to the burnt toast on the table and threw it in the trash and went to make some fresh pieces. ‘Tara won’t know the difference’ she thought to herself and right she was. As they made their way out the front door Tara was happily munching on her buttered toast she thought she had made. 

Sam was just happy to have gotten everything done without running late for school. As they rounded the corner to walk through the town square, Sam froze in her tracks. Hanging from each lamp post was a Ghostface decoration. She knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to have to face people dressing up as her personal nightmare. But for the whole town to be covered in the reminder of what was in her blood made her stomach flip. It wasn’t until Tara started to tung on her sleeve that she snapped out of her trance. 

“Sammy come on. What are you doing?” Tara said trying to get her big sister attention. 

“Ya what sorry” Sam said looking down at her sister. She moved to take Taras hand as they continued forward towards Taras elementary school. 

“Ouch, too tight” Tara tries to pull her hand from Sam’s. Sam immediately lets go not realizing she tensed her muscles at the sight of a a poster in the book stores window. ‘Today at 1pm Out of Darkness’ Sidney Prescott’s face beaming brightly behind the words. 

“Sorry.” Sam said shoving her hands into her jacket pockets. 

“What’s gotten into you?” Tara asked rubbing her now throbbing hand. Her big sisters been distant but not careless. Tara waited penitently for her sister to respond but alas all there was was silence. 

Sam was frozen again. The sound of a car door caught her attention as she looked behind her and saw none other than Sidney Prescott in the flesh. Her blood ran cold at the sight. It was one thing to hear about her and the stories but there she was clear as day. Sam couldn’t hear anything but the sound of her heart beating in her ears. Her hands started to tingle inside of her pockets as her air ways closed. 

“SAM” Tara yelled looking around to figure out what had such a grip on her sister.

“Shit sorry Tara. It’s just…” Sam looked to Tara who was eagerly waiting for the truth. 

The truth. 

Sam couldn’t face that. Sam couldn’t begin to explain to Tara what was going on with her. Not today. Hopefully never. So she switched on. She had to be there for Tara. She needed to keep it together for her. 

“… been hard to sleep that’s all. Im sorry for being weird. No more of that as of now! How about after school today we watch some movies. I'll even make popcorn.” Sam said with a smile on her face. She had to pull it together. She promised to always be there for tara. Just because her life is turning out to be a shit show doesn’t mean she can’t make sure Taras isn’t. 

“You mean it?” Tara said jumping a little as she walked. 

“I promise” Sam said holding out her pinky. Tara took it with her own and then turned back to walking. 

Lucky for Sam, Tara didn’t say anything else as they finished their walk to her school. Her mind raced ‘why was Sidney Prescott in town?. Nobody had seen her in years. Why of all days, times, years was she here?’

Before Sam new it they were outside Taras school.

“Have a good day. Love you” Sam said as she kissed Tara’s forehead 

“Love you too!” Tara said walking off towards her group of friends. Sam waived at the twins and Wes. 

As soon as Tara was safe inside Sam made her way to school. She put her headphones in and tried to tune out the world. 

Only to catch a car rolling by right next to her causing her to jump a little. 

“Hey Carpenter” Asked Kirby Reed leaning over to yell out her passenger side window. 

“Oh hey Kirby” Sam responded digging her hands further into her jacket pocket. 

“Need a ride? I gotta pick up Jill and Olivia still but I'm sure they won’t mind.” She asked with a genuine smile. 

Sam thought about it as Kirby had always been so nice to her ever since she got paired with her for adopt a freshmen. It was a program for incoming freshmen to get paired up with a senior to show them the ropes. Sam forgot she signed up before everything went down. She’s honestly glad she did but would never admit to it. 

“No i’m gonna walk, thanks tho.” Sam said thought a tight lipped smile. 

“Suit yourself freshie” Kirby said stepping on the gas sending her flying down the street right past Sherif Riley. 

Sam chuckled as she watch the car try and slow down as the Sherif yelled climbing into his own car. 

Not too much later Sam was standing on the lawn of Woodsboro high school. Students swarmed around her going in every which direction. She took a deep breath as she made her way to the front on the school. Only to catch as she walked pass a group a seniors the one piece of information she needed to realize today was going to be her worst nightmare. 

“Here is my Woodsboro massacre anniversary question. What is your favorite scary movie?” 

‘Shit what’s today’ Sam thought to herself as she puled her old flip phone from her back pocket.

September 28th 2011 

“Fuck” Sam muttered to herself. 

Today was the 15th anniversary of the original massacre. The one where Billy Loomis her father and Stu Macher killed a bunch of kids at a house party. ‘How could she be so stupid. She knew this day would come. How could she forget’ Sam’s thoughts ran wild as she went to her locker. She couldn’t help but notice the growing pit inside of her. It settled low in her stomach gnawing at her as if it was trying to tell her something. 

Once making it to her locker she opened it and put away her book bag and grabbed her stuff for first period. As she went to grab her books she saw her hand was shaking, she grabbed the side of her locker like her life depended on it and took a deep breath to try and steady herself. As her luck would have it, it didn’t work. So she wrapped her arms around her books and hurried off to her first class. 

“Sam wait up!” 

Sam turned around to see Vince Schneider running up beside her. 

“What do you want Vince” Sam said dryly 

“Nice to see you to sunshine. I just wanted to ask what you were doing tonight. Ive got a hook up if you're interested.” He said with a sly smile 

“What makes you think i’d want to do that?” She asked 

“Well you dropped all your old friends in the last year. Just thought you could use the company. Anyway, you know where to find me.” And with that he was gone. 

After Sam had found the diaries she effectively pushed everyone she knew away. Not that there was a lot of people to push away in the first place but even acquaintances became strangers agin. 

Sam sat in the back of her class and just waited for the bell to ring. It wasn’t that she was dumb or anything she just found it hard to care about how mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. When would that ever be useful? 

On days like today time alway seemed to mess with her. One second she was here, the next someplace else. Sometimes time wouldn’t move at all and she'd be suck for what felt like hours. She thought herself lucky when the bell rang faster than she expected. In hindsight she wishes first period never ended. 

Sam got settled into second period. She bounced her leg along to the sound of her heart beating in her ears. They were reading The Great Gatsby and were just about to start the open discussion when everybody’s phone started to buzz. 

Sam pulled her shitty flip phone out of her back pocket, to her surprise and slight embarrassment she had nothing on her phone. It seemed that everyone had gotten a text about something. Why didn’t she? 

“Oh my god Marnie Cooper and Jenny Randall were murdered last night. Says they were stabbed to death. They're saying it was Ghostface” One kid says as the rest of the class starts to erupt with chatter. 

“Look” Some other kid said standing up and walking to the windows. There were already news vans racing down the street to set up and start interviewing students. 

Sam want to get up to join her classmates but she couldn’t move. Her legs were cemented to the ground and no matter how hard her brain yelled at her arms, they wouldn’t budge. All she could hear were three words dancing around her mind making her skin crawl and the pit in her stomach grow. 

Stabbed 

Murdered 

Ghostface

Everyone was up staring out the windows but her. Sam could feel her hands start to go numb. At first it was just her pinky finger but the more she sat with the knowledge the more the numbing traveled up her arms. 

‘Were her classmates staring at her? When did they all start looking at her? Why were they staring? Do they know. They have to know. They all know.’ Sam’s head was screaming as her breath was becoming more and more labored. 

‘Leave, Run, anything’ She heard break through the chatter in her mind. So Sam did exactly that. She ran, leaving all her stuff behind. Pushing through anyone in the hallway, she slammed the bathroom doors open and took the first available stall and locked it behind her curling up into a ball.

At this point her vision was starting to blur and the numbing had spread all over her body. She couldn’t even hear anything over the pounding of her heart inside her chest. 

‘“Breath Sam just breath” She muttered to herself as she rocked back and forth in the shall. 

Sam wanted to distract herself to calm her mind but there was no escape from the tormenting thoughts. ‘Why was this happening now. Someone had to know. What if she’s next. What if this is all her fault? What if they target Tara?’ 

“Tara” Sam said though numb lips. If she didn’t know any better she would assume she was having a stroke.

“Hello? Is someone in here?” A voice echoed thought the empty bathroom. 

Sam was unwillingly shaking her leg causing the toilet seat they were resting on to rattle which alerted anyone who enters the bathroom of her existence. 

“Hello?” The voice said again

Sam tried to speak, she really did, but her words caught in her throat. 

“This isn’t funny. I can hear you.”

Sam tried to move again. Only her body was stuck shaking as her mind simply could no longer control her limbs. Sam could hear the girl walk slowly over to the stall she hid behind.

“If you don’t say anything I'm gonna open the door” Said the girl from the other side.

A beat passed and all the air seemed to evaporate from the room as the stall door swung open. 

Sam’s body relaxed at the sight of Lindsay White, someone who she use to consider a friend. Well a friendly acquaintance at least. 

“Samantha? What the hell is wrong with you? You scared me half to death. With the news of the Ghostface you really think it's funny to scare people?” She said holding a stern disappointed look across her face. 

“Its Sam and what kind of psycho opens a bathroom door on someone?.” She said in a dry tone

Sam became free of her panic at the familiarity in front of her. She moved off the toilet seat and out of the stall. 

“Ya, ya you go by Sam now. Whatever and you could have said something.” Lindsay said rolling her eyes 

“What are you even doing in here? Oh my god have you been crying? What it’s not like you new them or anything” Lindsay noticed the red hints to Sam’s eyes and her face was slightly swollen and tear stained. 

“Im fine Lindsay. Just drop it.” Sam snipped

“Drop it, Yeah… Like you dropped me?” Lindsay’s eyes narrowed at Sam. She moved only inches away staring at Sam through the bathroom mirror. 

“We weren’t even friends” Sam said refusing to meet Lindsay’s eyes in the mirror as she washed her hands.

“Wow. Didn’t realize I meant so little to you.”

Sam waited a beat hoping the silence would send Lindsay away but Sam’s luck ran out a year ago when she opened that stupid diary.

“What even happened to you? One day you’re saying hi to me in the hall’s, asking to do projects together and the next I don’t even exist to you. Like ya, your dad left or whatever but you barely ever saw him anyway. You got cold and distant.”

Sam was gripping the side of the sink so hard her knuckles were turning white. Lindsay’s voice was like nails on a chalk board, effectively bubbling the constant rage that lay deep in Sam’s stomach. 

“Lindsay just go” Sam said looking up to finally meet Lindsay’s gaze. 

Lindsay stumbled back at the look on Sam’s face. Her eyes were dark and hooded. 

“Oh my god. You did it.” 

Sam’s heart imploded at the accusation completely dropping whatever expression she had a moment before. 

“What? No… I…” Sam said almost sounding like a pleading child begging for their parents to understand.

“I know you Sam, you always had that glint. But it's more now. It’s different. Something inside you broke over Christmas break causing a dark cloud to always follow you around. Why else would you be hiding in here when the news dropped?” Lindsay’s voice was full of realization as if she found the last pice of the puzzle. But her words made Sam’s skin buzz with fear of the truth. 

‘Your just like him’ She heard rattle around in her mind. Bile burned the back of her throat as she tried to swallow her emotions. So before Lindsay could add anything else or, Sam in turn make things worse she pushed pass the girl and ran out of the bathroom. Sam’s mind and body barely keeping up with the panic rising and falling inside of her. Her brain was on fire as her mind started to attack. 

‘Murder, killer, you're just like him, Ghostface, stabbed to death, you did it, broken, you can’t escape it, darkness, psychopath, you did this, this is your fault’ Sam just kept running. If she ran fast enough maybe it would all stop maybe the voices would just shut up. 

Before she knew it she was three blocks from the school and completely out of breath. She sat down on the closest stoop and tried to relax. 

‘Think about the things that make you happy’ Sam remembers one of her mothers friends saying after her father not father left. 

So Sam did exactly that she thought of Tara. 

“Oh my god Tara” Sam said out loud as she bolted to her feet. Without even thinking her body moved towards her sisters elementary school. If she was gonna feel any better about the events of the day she needed her sister by her side. As they say anyone is a suspect and if that was the case she needed to protect her sister from anyone. 

Upon reaching Taras school she saw the line of parents and cars rushing to pick up their children as news of Ghostface spread. 

Sam made her way to get in line but stopped only feet away. Frozen once again she saw none other than her mother waiting impatiently in line at the school. 

Her mother never picks Tara up. Even when Taras sick she calls Sam out of school so she can go pick her up and deal with it. With that being said their mother defiantly hadn’t called Sam out of school yet. 

‘Fuck she can’t see me’ Sam thought to herself. She needed to get out of there and fast. At least she knows Tara’s gonna be at home. She would say safe but Christina as been becoming more and more erratic since last December. 

As Sam is backing away she bumps into someone. 

“Oh hi their Samantha. Are you here to pick up Tara?” Judy Hicks asked trying to steady the young girl in front of her. 

“It’s Sam. But um, no, my mom is. I just came to make sure she got her.” Sam said shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket.

“Sorry, Sam, but before I forget is there a chance you could babysit Wes tonight and tomorrow? With all this craziness id feel much more comfortable if he was with his friends.” Judy looked down at Sam who seemed hesitant to answer. 

“Ill pay double” She added

“Okay, ya I just gotta go back to school and get my stuff. You can drop him off whenever. I think my mom should be home with Tara” Sam shot the deputy a small smile before turning and walking back towards the high school.

“Be careful Sam.” Judy added as Sam walked away.  

Sam kept walking towards the school but truth be told she’d rather get hit with a car than go back inside of that place. She just need a place to lay low for a bit. Going home was the obvious choice but now that she knows her mother will be there its the last place shell go. 

So Sam walked and walked and walked until she came upon a park that wasn’t far from her home. She had taken Tara here to play plenty of times when their parents would fight or if she was babysitting the kids. The park was the first place all day Sam felt safe. So as if her body knew, exhaustion hit her like a truck. From having a plethora of panic attacks to walking what felt like a marathon she was about to collapse. So as soon as she came upon a park bench she sat down. Then she made the mistake of laying down. 

‘Just a few minutes’ She thought to her self. It felt so good to just breath for a moment. She was so tired that her mind was finally silent.

“Yo Sam.” 

Someone said as a hand shook Sam’s shoulder jolting her awake. In a panic she looked around trying to make out her surroundings. It was well past night fall causing Sam to strain her eyes as she realized who was there. 

“God dammit Vince. You scared the shit out of me.” Sam barked 

“Whoa don’t yell at me. Your the weirdo sleeping on a park bench with a serial killer on the loose” Vince shot back 

“Whatever” She replied as she got up from the bench and stretched. She then noticed the other two kids a few yards away. They were smoking something. 

“Why the hell are you here tho for real?” Vince asked sincerity dripping from his tone. 

“Its none of your business okay.” Sam’s irritation was bounce off of her like hot oil

“Jesus fine. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” Vince took a moment to take in Sam. His heart pinged seeing this disheveled girl who had clearly been crying most of the day. He saw a similar look flash in her eyes one he can relate too. One that say the world is just too much to take. 

“There’s something about you carpenter. We're connected, I don’t know how yet but we are.” Vince looked at Sam with compassion and understanding. It made Sam’s skin burn like a magnify glass being held up to the sun. 

“And somehow I'm the weirdo” Sam said as she gabbed her phone from her pocket to check the time. 

“My phones dead. What time is it?” She asked putting the useless bric back into her pants packet 

“9:18”

Sam sprinted before Vince could say anything else. ‘How the fuck did it get so late. She was suppose to watch Wes, Tara and the twins. Her mother’s gonna beat her senseless’ She thought to herself making her way down the street. 

Sam took a second before entering the house. She knew It wasn’t going to be good but with all the kids over maybe that would lessen the punch of her mothers words. Christina would hate if those kids reported back to their parents how poor of a mother she is. 

Then it hit Sam. The unnerving sounds of shear quiet. She couldn’t hear anything. There was no birds chirping or bugs buzzing. There wasn’t even the sound of the wind rushing though the trees. But worst of all there wasn’t the sounds of four 9 year olds running wild within the house. It was like the world was frozen with fear. 

Sam sucked in a deep breath as she opened the front door. She yelled out for her sister to have some form of hope call back to her that everything was going to be okay. That her light was inside this haunted home and she was safe. But no words answered back. Just empty echoes of a broken house. Sam could feel the numbing tingles prick her pinkies once again. As she moved through the house every alarm in her body went off telling her to leave. To just turn back around and go. She knew she wasn’t safe, but when was Sam ever good at listing. 

“Mom?” Sam asked once spying the older women standing in the kitchen wine glass in hand. 

Christina took the last swig of her drink and began to poor another. Not even bothering to look up at her eldest. 

“Where’s Tara?” Sam asked trying to suppress her panic. Yet her words fell on deff ears as her mother just continued to drink. Sam’s panic quickly shaped into anger. She didn’t like not knowing if Tara was safe or not.

“Mom where is Tara?” Sam said again more sternly finally pulling her hands from her pockets. 

Yet again her mother completely ignored her. 

Sam could feel the way the numbing sensation dissipated in her hands. She could feel them start to itch as they bawled into vengeful fists. 

“I swear to God, if you don’t answer me I'm gonna…” Sam was cut off before she could finish

“Your gonna what Samantha? You're gonna hurt me? Huh? Is that it? You're gonna grab that knife and go to town? Gonna make daddy proud?” 

Her words were like shrapnel from a bomb, logging themselves deep into Sam’s skin. But Sam stood there and took it. Absorbing the blows and pulling the pain into her rage. 

“Fuck you. Im not playing this game. Where’s Tara?” Sam hissed at her mother.

“You couldn’t even last a year. I mean I knew it was inevitable, turning into him. It's always their Samantha, right in your eyes. I bet you’ve been planning since the night your bastard mouth ruined my life. You’ve just been biding your time until that bitch Prescott came back to town.” Christina could barely stand but that didn’t stop her from unleashing every vile thought in her mind. 

Sam knew she should have walked away. She knew she should have taken the last bit of her sanity and walked away. But holding the rage back was becoming harder and harder with the bullets that left her mothers mouth. If she moved now she might not have control over what she did next and Christina could tell. She could see the way her daughter was seething under her words. Most mothers would stop at the visible anguish they cause their children. But Christina wasn’t most mothers. 

“I sent Tara away to the twins house with Wes. As you should have been the one to watch them but I knew they wouldn’t be safe with you.” 

“Excuse me” Sam spit out as red seeped in around her vision. She knew acting on her range would only prove her mother right. 

“Don’t act coy, you heard me. God Samantha how do you live with yourself. How does it even feel?” Her mother started to cry, fake tears of course but it didn’t stop Sam’s heart from wincing at the sound.

“Answer me demon child. How did it feel? Say it! How did it feel to gut those kids Samantha!” Her mother yelled from across the counter. 

“Just stop. Please” Sam felt the tears sting the back of her eyes. She didn’t realize she was teetering on the edge of rage and sorrow effectively falling to sadness. She would much rather feel the burn of rage than see her mother beam with pride at her tears. 

“You were never a good liar Samantha. You’ve had plenty of time to deny my words but you stood there as if they were true. Because deep down you know they are. Deep down you're the same monster he was. As soon as I heard the news I knew it was you. Thank god I went to pick up Tara when I did.”

Sam’s breath hitched in her throat. She could feel the shame spread across her chest as she realized the only reason her mother was at Taras school was because she thought Sam had killed those girls. The realization hit that her mother wasn’t being mean for the fact that Sam caused her father not father to leave, like in the past. No, she genuinely believes Sam is following in her real father’s foot steps. 

“You can kill me but I'll never allow you to hurt Tara” That was the last thing Sam remember’s hearing. A ringing replaced any and all sounds that followed and her vision was more crimson than before. 

“Don’t you EVER say I would hurt Tara. She is everything to me. That’s something you could never understand. So don’t act like you care. Don’t act like I'm the threat here.  We both know who you are so let me make everything clear. If you hurt her I will follow in his foot steps without even thinking. Do you understand.” 

Fear flashed across her mothers face as she nodded and made her way out of the kitchen. Only to get one last word in before she walked down the hall. 

“He was possessive too, just like his mother. Guess it runs in the family” her voice was soft as if she was whispering words of love to a child. Yet the words weren’t full of love but full of poison.

Sam stood there as the words washed over her mind. ‘Was her love for Tara toxic? Could she hurt her? Did it run in the family’ she thought to herself realizing she was holding in her breath. As she turned to leave she saw in her hand was a kitchen knife. Not knowing when or how she got a hold of it she threw it in the sink shuddering at the loud clinking sound it made as it settled. 

“Can’t run from who you are Sam.” A deep voice echoed through her mind

Which in turn made Sam jump out of her skin but the voice was right. There was something wrong with her and she couldn’t get a grip on it. So Sam did what she does best and ran. Right out the front door and down the street back towards the park. 

Before she new it she was coming into view of Vince and his friends again. 

“Carpenter, back so soon?” Vince said trying to hide a sly smile. 

“I just need it to stop” Sam said march right up to him.

“Whoa whoa what are you talking about?” He asked trying to stepped back at her sudden closeness. 

“No, no questions. I just… I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t feel like this anymore” Sam said running her hands thought her hair. She was coming apart at her seams. 

One of the other kids that was there walked over to a pacing Sam. 

“Here you want this” They said holding out a joint to the clearly panic stricken girl. 

Sam slowly reached for it. Her hands shook as she tried to carefully grab the object of her desires. But Vince saw all too clearly that look of fear in her eye. So he reached out his hand to stop hers. 

“What the hell” Sam snapped at him like a dog nipping at its owner for taking its food. 

“You don’t want that. It will just make your more paranoid” Vince said while rummaging around in his pocket. 

“This is what you really want” He finished pulling a small pill out from his coat. 

“What is that?” Sam asked in a soft broken tone. 

“Xanax. All your little worries will be long gone with this baby” Vince said with a smile placing the pill into Sam’s hand. 

Without even thinking Sam swallowed the pill and walked over to the bench she was laying on before. Within minutes Sam started to feel better. It was the first time in a while someone was honest to her. All her worries were slowly drifting away along with herself. She doesn’t remember most of the night. Just the feeling of floating away. 

In the morning she woke to a killer headache in a house she didn’t quite recognize. Only to see Vince and the other kids all passed out around her. She made her way to the first bathroom she could find to try and wash up. She had another long day ahead of her and school was the last thing she wanted to attend. 

She turned the water on to wash her face. As she waited for the water to warm up she finally took in her appearance. Her hair was a tangled mess and her skin was pale from exhaustion. But mainly her eyes seemed haunted and tired. They were still blood shot from the drugs she took the night before. It made her shudder, the look of herself, she honestly didn’t really know who was staring back at her in that mirror. 

Sam tested the water again and slashed her face taking deep breaths as she fought off the impeding thoughts of what to do next. She knew she had a lot to face today. Yesterday was just so overwhelming it felt like her brain split in two. 

Wiping her face off she looked back up to see how well she washed off the last 24 hours. Only to see someone else staring back at her. She jumps out of her skin and fell to the floor. Trying to take deep breaths to calm down. 

“Come on Sam get it together. Nobody is there. It's fine. You're fine.” She says to calm herself down. 

Sam slowly stands back up and faces the mirror. Her legs turn to cement as an explosion of anxiety and fear spread all over her body. Her lips go numb and her hands shake as she stars none other than Billy Loomis in the eye.

“Y.. y… you’re not R…real. It’s just the drugs” Sam stutters out 

“We both know it’s not the drugs Sam. We both know why I’m here” Billy says in his hunting voice. 

Sam can feel a cold sweat run down her spine. She can feel the way a dark pit forms in the center of her body. She can feel how she wishes it was fear, how her heart yearns for her gut to tell her this is all wrong. But it doesn’t. The pit only grows as she stares her father in the eye and it feels like power. All consuming, all intoxicating power. Her hands start to itch causing her to look down breaking the connection Billy had with her. She examines her hands noticing things she never had before. The way they're covered in scars and bruises. The way they’ve been itching and burning every time her anger goes unchecked. The way they have the power to kill and how much they crave it. So, she shoves them in her pocket and bolts out the door. She can’t think of what’s next she only knows that nobody around her is safe. That what’s happening can’t be a coincidence, Sam is at fault and everybody knows it. 

Before Sam can get to the front door she runs right into Vince. Knocking them to the floor. 

“Fuck Carpenter” 

Sam ignores the boy and gets up to leave but he stops her before she can go, effectively catching her wrist in his grip. 

“Wait are you okay?” He asked noticing the shine in her eyes. 

“Its whatever. I gotta go” Sam said pulling her arm from his grasp. 

“Fine, just here” He said putting a small baggie filled with Xanax into her hand

“But I…” She started and was cut off before she could continue 

“You seem like you need it more than I do” He said with a soft smile 

“Thanks” She said with a nod and turned to leave. 

Upon making it outside and down the driveway Sam could feel the weight of the little baggie in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked down at it rubbing the plastic between her fingers. 

The back of her mind was buzzing with all the suppressed thoughts of what just happened. She knew that door would break eventually. 

“You can’t run from me Sam” A voice broke through her rattling mind causing her to pop another pill before she could even blink. 

In a nearby car she could she the outline of Billy glaring at her leaving perpetual goosebumps on her skin. But as the Xanax started to take effect her skin returned to its softness and her vision was clear. She relished in the way her mind grew quiet and her body got lighter. 

But with a quiet mind comes a lack of judgement. So Sam found herself standing in the kitchen of her own home when all of a sudden she felt a weight collide into her and wrap its arms around her. 

“Where were you?” Tara said clinging to Sam with all her strength. 

“What?” Sam said trying to push the doe eyed girl off her.

“You promised. You said you’d be here and you weren’t.” Taras voice broke as she looked up at Sam. Tears were already falling from Tara’s eyes before Sam could even understand what her baby sister was talking about.  

“You said we would watch movies and have popcorn. You lied” The hurt in Taras eyes was enough to cause Sam to sober up enough to at least communicate. 

Sam got down on her knees to better look Tara in the eyes. 

“Im so sorry. It’s just complicated Tara.” Sam said trying to sooth her little sister. 

But Tara just pushed out of her grip. The hurt in her eyes dissolved into betrayed. 

“What’s wrong with your eyes?” Tara asked causing Sam to rub them and look away. 

“Nothing their fine. It’s not a big deal, now can we please move on?” Sam’s tone was unnatural and out of place. She couldn’t quite grasp the situation at hand and was perpetually digging herself further into a whole she started 9 months ago. 

Tara walked over and grabbed her book bag by the front door.

“Your right Sam it’s not a big deal. Im gonna walk with the twins today.” Tara said and walked out the door. 

Sam could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces but nothing came of it. The drugs she took stopped the pain from reaching anywhere inside of her. She was numb but not in the ways like before. Funny enough she wanted to feel it this time. She needed it to. Maybe if she could have she wouldn’t have walked down this path. 

“And you said you’d never hurt her” said the devil up the stairs. 

Her mother had sent the last nail for Sam’s coffin because she was right. Sam hurt Tara and she couldn’t even care. She’s been hurting Tara without even noticing. She’s going to keep hurting Tara. She’s been predestined to destroy everything around her and theirs no stopping it now. So Sam pulled that small little baggie out of her pocket. The last whispers from the angle on her shoulder were screaming to stop. But she didn’t. She took another pill from the bag and popped it into her mouth and headed for the front door. 

“Where the hell do you think you're going Samantha? There was another murder last night and I cannot let you leave in good conscience.” Christina said trying to get under Sam’s skin. 

But Sam just turned back to her mother. Nothing in her eyes. 

Christina grew irritated at how unbothered Sam was towards her. 

“If you leave I'll call the cops. Don’t think I won’t Samantha.” She spewed losing her temper quicker than shed like. 

“Call them then. See what I care” Sam said slamming the front door behind her and walking down the driveway. 

“You come back here right now. Don’t you dare leave me Samantha. Come back. I swear to God don’t leave me.” Her mother yelled as she walked onto the grass of their home. 

Christina only wanted a play toy that would never leave. She wanted someone to abuse and project onto but would forgive her. That would bend and break to all her empty threats. She loved her toxic game of pushing and pulling. So when her father not father left for real Christina needed a new object to break. 

Tara was too weak and fragile she told herself but deep down she knew Sam was always going to protect her. It made her sick with jealousy. So when she pushed Samantha for the first time and saw a glimpse of those eyes she loved so many years ago, she relished in having a toy that didn’t easily break. 

“Your just like him. You're evil. You hear me Samantha, you’ve got the devil in your blood.” She was hysterical at this point. She knows she didn’t lose this time. Christina just didn’t think her new toy would stop playing the game.  

So no matter what her mother yelled from their yard, Sam just kept walking, letting the drugs take over her mind. She wasn’t mad, or sad, or scared. She wasn’t anything. She was completely empty. 

Sam then had one singular thought that changed the next 10 years of her life. 

Maybe if she could just stay empty, she wouldn’t be able to destroy the life around her. 

#I really hope this is good. I’m so nervous about it but hey I love it so ya🙃 #oh and sorry for sadness #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #scream #fuck christina carpenter #samantha carpenter #kirby reed