MCR Photo Dump

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

funpoison driving back from a supply run and the only channel on the radio that’ll come in is country. poison’s enjoying every second and somehow they know all the words and ghoul’s in the passenger seat pretending to hate it (he tolerates it; it makes poison smile).

everything reminds me of him

“kids spend too much time on their devices” well what else are they supposed to do? there’s no corner shops with pinball machines in them on every corner anymore. there’s no malls or stores in small towns for teens to hang out in without being suspected of shoplifting or kicked out for loitering. sidewalks are too broken for them to ride their bikes and there’s no bike lane in the street to make it safe for them. i just don’t understand where they expect these kids to go when they keep taking places away from them. and yes having no safe public places for them is what leads a lot of teens into addiction if they end up at a place where people aren’t truly looking out for them.

party poison and fun ghoul getting absolutely wasted in the diner late one night. music blasting way too loud, they’re dancing on the counters n shit. jet and kobra are woken up (obviously) and party apologizes for the noise by giving them shots. four killjoys drunk in the diner.

THIS is why living in my car wasn’t so bad. pretend ur party poison and then you have no problems

long road trip, barren landscapes and my chemical romance is honestly the dream

Party Poison: Gender Fuck

Jet Star: Tired Bisexual

Kobra Kid: Triple A (Autistic, Asexual, Aromantic)

Fun Ghoul: Chaos Incarnate

i’m like if carrie bradshaw was a man and wrote fanfic instead of a newspaper column