Frank On Fire-1967 Impala

my arthritic ass in the morning

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.

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

some more gender way for your day <33

ah yes, three lovely geese

come on my hair grow faster grow faster

Gerard way day 80

OBSESSED

They sure do make ME happy

sry for the multiple cosplay posts i am Back on tumblr and wanted to remind everyone i am still partying my poison

just saw one of these so i had to make my own <3