Two besties of cinema chaos settle in for a Scream marathon, the room glowing the exact shade of pink one would expect from people who voluntarily watch Ghostface ruin half a town’s population before brunch. But LunaLore and FayeWilde are ready for it.
The movie plays in a pastel-window frame like someone installed Windows 98 on a haunted house, while the girls sit wrapped in blankets patterned like they’re trying to avoid becoming the next cold open. And honestly, when Gale’s bangs appear, they instantly earn more screams than the actual movie, because hair that short should be classified as a felony in at least three states.
LunaLore and FayeWilde, some snacks and a lineup of movies that prove the only true rule of horror is that nobody should ever answer the phone!
cow hugger | plant daddy | definition of a hot mess
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