Latest Posts by tw1nkd3ath - Page 2
Kobra “half of battery city all of the zones” Kid or somthing send post
never going to shut up abt these pics of me on stage at a local rock bar tonight </3
so many pixels.
so few braincells~🎃
i am a simple man. i watch dan and phil in bed while i smoke my little cigarettes. life is good
While separating relationships into strictly sexual, platonic, or romantic or some combination of those is fine for understanding the aromantic and asexual spectrum at a basic level, we must eventually understand that some relationships will never fit into these categories and often queer relationships are more complex than that, and our definition of queer relationships must include abstract relationships.
MCR photo dump
Pink Station Zero Interviews Battery City’s Newest Rising Superstar (2020)
every post making fun of "polyamorous" people is so funny to me, because how do you turn "regularly having sex with multiple people" into like a cringe nerd thing bro
Mikey says to HYDRATE
help i had a dream last night that i was walking around my college campus with dan and phil?! and blonde phil was smoking a cigarette…and he looked great doing it
burning text gif maker
heart locket gif maker
minecraft advancement maker
minecraft logo font text generator w/assorted textures and pride flags
windows error message maker (win1.0-win11)
FromSoftware image macro generator (elden ring Noun Verbed text)
image to 3d effect gif
vaporwave image generator
microsoft wordart maker (REALLY annoying to use on mobile)
you're welcome
might i offer vampire!gerard whom i drew while stoned
take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.
some more gender way for your day <33
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
@bl1nk-182 thx for the tag!!
coolest monkey in the jungle
she needs him
love the way you lie
harvey
bohemian rhapsody
meteor shower
put your head on my shoulder
the percocet and stripper joint
nothing
white liar
shuffled the 5,000 liked songs of the spotify i’ve had for going on 10 years </3
@jwowwsboobs thank u for the tag:)
put your music library on shuffle and write down the first line of the first ten songs that play, post the poem that results
was it the best u ever had?
mile marker 27 says
this is the end
i don't know where i'm going
u wanna know what it's like
i want more than i had yesterday
well if u don't like it go ahead find urself a saint
well if ur looking for trouble
gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
pretty face n a dirty look
(alien blues - vundabar // banks - lincoln // the end - the doors // arena of pleasure - w.a.s.p. // sick on you - hollywood brats // ticket out'a here - vain // human being - new york dolls // live wire - ac/dc // the letter - the box tops // your pretty face is going to hell - the stooges)
tagging @junkyardromeo @bl1nk-182 @freakaz-0-id
i am bored and have had A Long Day so have some party poison headcanons:
•they/them (obviously). their gender is simultaneously every gender and no gender at the same time
•they have borderline personality disorder. this caused them to be extra medicated back in the city. now, they’re finally off of any and all pills, and they’re learning how to actually live with their disorder. loves reading books about mental health, and trying to figure out how to take care of themself.
•speaking of drugs, poison quit the city pills before they escaped the city. they quickly fell into other pills and drugs in the zones though. it was familiar, and it made their brain shut up for once. they have very bad PTSD, more than anyone in the zones. they don’t know just how bad it actually is, and they’ll never speak of it, but the other three know just by the way poison is. they got clean after moving into the diner. they felt safe for once, and the other three were so supportive in keeping them off of drugs. it’s hard to deal with flashbacks and all of that; every day has to be taken one step at a time with them, but they’re making it through.
•loves dancing. more than anything, really. get them drunk and on a dance floor, and their smile is wider than you’ll ever see it. they love parties and clubs, until they don’t and they’re ready to go home. they’ll dance for hours, and all of a sudden they’ll go over to one of the other three and poke them on the shoulder and that’s when they all know they’re getting overstimulated and want to go home and crash.
•yknow how i said they love dancing more than anything? well i lied. the one thing they love more than dancing is singing. they’ll take the AM and go on drives where they sing for miles and miles to whatever’s on the radio. ghoul and kobra make them tapes of their favorite songs, and sometimes the four of them will have carpool karaoke.
•goes for drives to clear their head. they’re normally not allowed to go alone, unless one of the others approves it (poison once wrecked an old car of theirs while angry driving, they don’t wanna talk about it). normally ghoul will go with them, riding shotgun with poison’s hand in theirs. poison drives until they can’t remember what was bothering them when they first turned the key.
•surprisingly a very good cook. them and jet love to cook for the others when they have the ingredients to. poison’s favorite is what they call ‘slutty pasta,’ it’s pasta with a shitload of cheese melted into the sauce. yes, it does make them sick. yes, they will eat it anyway.
•loves looking cute all of the time. even their pajamas are somehow cute and coordinated.
•cannot own un-modified clothes. they have to personalize everything, and they’ve got a whole booth in the diner reserved for whatever patches they’re painting or skirt they’re making or jacket they’re embroidering. dr. death gives the fab four almost all of the art supplies he gets; between poison and kobra they blow through paints and glues and threads and things.
•sketchbooks sketchbooks sketchbooks. they’ve got two right now that they’re working on. they’ll glue/tape little things to the pages, so it’s sort of like a scrapbook with art and writing in it. they will tape literal garbage in it, though. they’ve got the butt of their first cigarette out of the city, a list someone gave them of thrift shops out in the zones, a piece of paper bag ghoul used to scoop weed grounds one time, and so on. the others poke fun of them for this, but they really love how sentimental poison is. show pony has a polaroid camera, and loves to take pictures of their friends and give them the little prints. poison glues them all into their sketchbooks, and looks through them when they’re having a bad day.
•in eating disorder recovery, killjoy style. they hardly ate when jet and ghoul found them and kobra, and they’re trying so hard to help them recover. if poison is struggling to eat a meal in front of them, ghoul will go “hey poison. you’re a pussy if you don’t eat that mac and cheese.” or “you’re not a real killjoy if you don’t eat all those chicken nuggets,” all while sporting a shit-eating grin. poison and kobra have gotten themselves both to a healthy weights finally, and everyone couldn’t be happier.
•cigarettes are their one true love. they first started smoking when they were fourteen. they dislike vaping (even though it’s become quite the fad in the zones, ever since people started smuggling them out of the city), they vaped for around a year and it killed their lungs. cigarettes only for poison, and they’d have it no other way.
•yknow how i said they decorate their clothes? well they also decorate the diner. they’ll hang up art made by them or kobra all over the walls of the diner, and they let kobra paint straight onto the walls.
•loves science for some reason? dr. death gives them all sorts of books on biology and animals and ecosystems and such, and they absolutely love it. they wanna be a biologist in another life. they love teaching the others about shit they read, like animal facts and such. kobra will listen to poison infodump for hours.
that is all for now thank you
Party Poison: Gender Fuck
Jet Star: Tired Bisexual
Kobra Kid: Triple A (Autistic, Asexual, Aromantic)
Fun Ghoul: Chaos Incarnate
how is my handwriting so booty i cant
why does no one talk about Grover rocking out to MCR performing Helena?
plans for clubbing tn cancelled…yall know what that means. MORE DRUNK FIC WRITING
REV UP THE BUGATTI YEEEEEE
HAPPY FRANK FRIDAY !!!! HERES FUN GHOUL !!!
Look guys it's fart iero with fireworks
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.