xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “Come on; even I know that they’re hotter than me.” (Sid @ Gale)

Brow ridge, creasing in FRUSTRATED BEFUDDLEMENT. "Excuse me?" Question wasn't INTENDED to come across quite so DEFENSIVE or ACCUSATORILY. "Where's this coming from?" Since when did Sidney Prescott care who was hot and who wasn't? "Sid, you're the one that told me not to give a SHIT what anyone else thinks. I don't know why you're freaking out about this." Had Gale even DONE ANYTHING to give Sid the IMPRESSION that she might have found the other girl attractive? And what did it even matter? How deep at this entanglement between the two ran? "Wait. Wait... Are you jealous? Do you think I'm just gonna RUN OFF INTO THE SUNSET with some random broad we met in a club that smells like ass?" Gale couldn't figure out whether to be MAD or TOUCHED, and that tearing itself raised a whole bunch of new questions. Like whether this thing between her and Sidney truly was REAL. If this meant that... TALKS had to happen. Boundaries set. If Sid even felt that way. Hell, wait, did GALE even feel that way? What about Dooey? What about the guys in SID's life? What did ANY of this mean? "And what the Hell made you think they were hotter than you?"

xbloodiedxkneesx asked: “ i can’t keep pictures of us on my phone, are you crazy? ” (Sid @ Gale)

Gutpunch from the second the words dropped. She really should've seen this coming... The story of Sid and Gale would forever be the UNTOLD WHISPER amidst the main attraction of GHOSTFACE. That's how this world had to be; Two girls swept up in the KILLING TIDE... Gale had been the one to rebel so tenaciously for so long against their relationship. Had it been denial? Tearing? Or a TALE OF TWO LOVES? Whatever it was, Gale had done everything she could to hide her feelings from Sidney, so petrified she was of being an even worse human than she'd EVER imagined. But of course over the years the roles had reversed. Gale's relationship with Dewey crashed and burned even WITHOUT him ever finding out the truth of Sid & Gale... No matter how much she gave it, he gave up on it mere MONTHS after her dream finally came true. And now she was ALONE and it was SID's turn for HER dreams to come true. Out Of Darkness had been a major success, especially after Jill's crimes. All the while, Gale struggled with inspiration ever since she turned her gaze away from the true stories of Ghostface. Her FICTION had FLOPPED as she struggled through WRITER'S BLOCK and now all she had was an anchorship in New York without an anchor to keep her steady.

Had she chosen wrong?

Her brow scrunched and she took a breath, RECOILING from Sid. "What's it matter anymore? Dewey's gone. GONE. He left me, remember?" And now what? Gale wanted Sidney to leave Mark Kincaid? Without a CARE in the world for how it would effect her three kids? Things had changed. They'd let ships sail past in the night for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. Gale hadn't just missed the train. Their trains departed their stations TWENTY-ONE YEARS AGO. With a proposal from Dewey and a declaration of love from Mark. "You had no problems keeping pictures of me before you met HIM..." Or rather, before she had THREE KIDS... "Don't act like we lost what we had. You wouldn't even BE HERE with me right now if you believed that for a SECOND." Indeed, here they were, Gale's shirt long discarded, leaving her in a skirt and bra. She never should have asked Sid to record her... This was STUPID... Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why had she thought Sid would suddenly be happy about this? Maybe because Sid had long wanted to record her and Gale... And Gale thought... "Shit..." She shook her head and sank down into Sidney's bed taking a breath and turning her eyes up to the ceiling. "FORGET IT..."

xbloodiedxkneesx asked: So gale, all those 10 years married to Dewey did he ever fuck you as good as Sid?

JAW DROPPED.

Although, perhaps, such a saying wasn't the most effective at describing Gale's current predicament, perhaps if we were comparing the TENSION such a question brought to anything dropping... The right turn of phrase would be that one could hear a PENNY DROP the second the question was fielded to the reporter. And her heart leapt into her throat, stomaching knotting, a pensive mix of GUILT & LUST tangling up her intestines, making her feel SICK & HORNY at the same time. Gaze VEHEMENTLY AVOIDED the other's, eyes glancing down as she took deep breaths, licking dry lips and taking harsh gulps in attempts to WET HER THROAT.

How the Hell was she supposed to answer this question? Gale had been happily married to Dewey for a FULL DECADE before their untimely breakup in New York. But the truth had to be said, well, had to be swallowed down and buried under a MURAL OF DENIAL, like bodies under the patio... Those moments with Sidney? When their blood-alcohol content dipped into DANGEROUS TERRITORY, and Sidney was SLAMMING her back against the wall, viciously HIKING UP her skirt and careless RIPPING HER PANTIES TO SHREDS? Those tense circles, those knuckle deep drilling, the way she'd sink canines to PUNCTURE without a care in the world... Dewey was... GENTLE... And maybe a little AIMLESS? Like, he meant well, and he tried SO HARD to please Gale within the heavy restrictions of vanilla marriage. But he wasn't exactly the ADVENTUROUS TYPE, nor was he the kind of person to just... TAKE YOU.

Gale had no idea where Sidney had gotten this side of her from. Maybe it was genetic, stemming from Maureen's own INSATIABLE AROUSAL. Or perhaps it had been inspired by the ever-present threat and reminder of what people like BILLY LOOMIS & STU MACHER always desired to do to her? Was it all a singular control mechanism? To PROTECT HERSELF? Or was it something... ELSE... Entirely? Did Sidney Prescott have her own monster hidden deep within? Was it that monster that had so stubbornly kept her alive all this time? It had to be questioned. Especially given the stories. First she dresses up as Ghostface, calling Billy and Stu before dropping a TV on Stu's head. THEN she stabs Billy half to death. Then blows his brains out. Then psychologically manipulates Cotton Weary to blow the brains out of Billy's mom. THEN she uses an electric defibrillator to fry the brain of her very own cousin. And THEN she sets a bitch on fire? Now there was surviving and there was SURVIVING. Granted, Gale ALSO happened to enable and enjoy most of said kills. But...

Shit, she was biting her lip now, and shuffling, rubbing together her thighs. This was NOT supposed to be turning her on... She was SUPPOSED to be finding excuses for Dewey Riley... So that she could at least JUSTIFY her sexual preferences and not feel so BAD about enjoying sex with someone else more than she'd enjoyed it with her own husband. And that wasn't just some bullshit spiteful ONE UPMANSHIP kinda deal. This wasn't just her getting back at Dewey for abandoning her in New York. No, she'd felt like this THROUGHOUT the relationship. Hell, for God's Sake, she'd FUCKED SIDNEY FUCKING PRESCOTT even when she was still married to Dewey. A few times she'd done so MALICIOUSLY. (Fucking Judy.) The truth was... Gale was a BAD PERSON. Even now... She'd outgrown a lot of mistakes. But she'd also made a lot of new ones.... Not that she meant to call Sid a MISTAKE... Or to suggest she REGRETTED IT for any single second... Just... "I'm sorry, I'm not taking interviews at this time..." But her eyes told the story as she ducked the question, ducked the interviewer and got the FUCK out of dodge...