party poison coming home from some party out in the zones a little too drunk. they stumble in the door and everyone immediately wakes up, they’re crashing into walls and knocking things over and jet runs to help steady them. they sit them down at a booth and they fall over and shut their eyes :( ghoul and kobra are squished by their side trying to wake them up and get them water, while jet’s in the kitchen heating up whatever leftovers they’ve got. ghoul and kobra eventually wake them up, as jet sits across from them. poison sits upright slumped over the table, making a little too much eye contact with jet. their eyes are trying so hard to roll back and close but they’re trying so so hard to stay awake as jet spoon feeds them and ghoul occasionally holds a straw with water to their lips.
‘you gotta cut back honey’ ghoul says into their ears. ‘it’s every night now you’re comin’ home wasted’
‘iknowiknowiknow’ poison slurs and ghoul just wraps his his arms around them. ‘’m soberin’ up n’ i don’t wanna’
jet looked at poison with just a twinge of hurt in her eyes. ‘too bad, you need to sober up. you can’t walk in a straight line let alone do anything else. keep drinking water and please eat another bite or two for me’ she says as she strokes poison’s hand gently.
they hated being sober. but with jet and ghoul and kobra? being sober all of a sudden didn’t seem too scary anymore.
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when you go to the gender clinic you can ask about being buried alive left to scream and claw at the lid of your coffin until you emerge into your real body & your real name but idk if it's covered by insurance
idk if i sent these today, but i don’t think sooo????
you did not, however i’ll bet that it’d be easy to remember if i actually remembered to, oh i don’t know, answer my fucking asks in a timely manner, huh?~🎃
wow i love trying to reblog one thing one time and it somehow reblogs twenty times. sorry to whoever’s notifs i have just obliterated
god don’t you hate when you die and you have to kill 1000 evil men to get your wife back
so many pixels.
so few braincells~🎃
thinking about silly fluffy killjoy antics...tan lines in the shapes of masks your team makes fun of you for, just to pull theirs off after a firefight and have the same. sleeping in big piles of everyone you love. laughing so hard your ribs hurt as the sun sets, and giggling so hard youre lightheaded as the sun rises after a successful Zones sleepover. the acidic soda combinations teenagers make and share. helping your friends name themselves when they finally escape batt city and going thrifting for their first jacket with them. zone accents that develop over time. the live music. the pranks. the parades and dance parties and and festivals and holidays and legends. the words for colors you have to come up with because nobody has an education ("dude what color is that?" "uhhhh superfuckingbright yellowish-bluish?") friendship bracelets. nail art trends. slightly dangerous radioactive pets everyone has. witchfucker wednesday <3 the zines passed around about everything from how to sew up your pants to how to shoot a drac dead in one zap. just. KILLJOY CULTURE IS FULL OF JOY OKAY
i got all this cock in my ass and none in my mouth or whatever fall out boy said
guards! read me my bedtime yaoi