katie killjoy's EPIC backstory
(based on this reblog chain with @rubixpsyche, sorry I did not include the cooties joke maybe next time </3)
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kobra kid more like kinda mid
fun ghoul more like dumb fool
jet-star more like gets-left ⛽️
party poison more like queer
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the only remedy for severe art block
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KATIE KILLJOY TRANSSEXUAL ICON... MY ONLY FUCKING WIN IN THIS ENTIRE GODDAMN SERIES
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MARX I READ THE THING YOU SENT ME A WHILE BACK ABOUT KOBRA KILLING POISON WHEN HE COULD AND OK I CANT SAY MUCH CAUSE I REALLY GOTTA GO BUT THIS
REALLLLL REAL REAL I HAVE BEEN CHEWING ON THIS ASK LIKE A RUBBER BALL SINCE I FIRST SAW IT I JUST- "I've been given such a gift/Shame to take advantage of it" THATS LITERALLY HIS THOUGHT PROCESS ALMOST FORGETS ABT IT BUT THEN THEYRE FIGHTING AND THEIRE FIGHTING AND HE HAS THIS MOMENT OF CLARITY LIKE "OH SHIT. I DONT HAVE TO STOP THIS TIME- WHY SHOULD I WASTE THIS OPPORTUNITY?" AND THERES A PART OF HIMSELF THATS CONVINCED PARTY WOULD DO THE SAME IF GIVEN THE CHANCE (WHICH IS COMPLETE BULLSHIT BY THE WAY) VUT FUCKUNG "Cause it makes no difference if I throw it away" IS HIM RATIONALIZING HIS DECISION
AMD THEN THIS IS JUST THEM LIKE K CANT EVEN WORD RN ITS JUST THEM IM GONNA FUCKING SCREAM "Shining brighter than you burn/Something that I would never learn/I could never lay this curse on you" ITS KOBRAS JEALOUSY ITS ALL THE PENT OF ANGER OVER RHE YEARS ITS HIM LIVING IN PARTYS SHADOW AND DOING EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER TO BE BETTER THAN THEM AND YET HE STILL FUCKING FAILS AT THAT BECAUSE HERE HE IS MURDERING HIS SIBLING AND DEEP DOWN HE KNOWS PARTY WOULD RATHER TURN THEMSELF INTO A DRAC THAN EVEN THINK OF DOING THE SAME TO HIM
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is my browser broken (oh because it HAS been broken irt tumblr specifically not loading properly/refusing to scroll back up/needing to refresh the page after reblogging, but that's not the point right now) or is there no schewpid april fools thing this year? hm the musicians sure have started playing from the life boat deck of this site huh
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IT’S WOBBLE WEDNESDAY!
Wednesday marks the middle of the week, and this can be where some people start to have a bit of a wobble. This is a message to remind you that you’re making it through like a champ, and that time to rest and relax is never too far away.
I’d also like to take a second to tell you something I like about your writing specifically. That’s right, specifically! I personally don’t vibe with chainmail and so I want to try and personalise your message. You deserve it! 💖
What I like about your writing is: your passion! Not only do you have an impressive repertoire of muses, the one(s) that I've had the pleasure of writing with/seeing on the dash all appear so fleshed out and full of detail. It takes extreme talent to write a cast of characters (whether or not they're intertwined) and you handle yours like a pro! Jami, in particular for me, is such an authentic experience; she's childlike and playful and full of empathy despite her little shit energy, and that makes her the perfect example of a child muse done not only correctly, but masterfully. She spreads such joy across my dash whenever she's active and I know other people feel the same!
Hopefully this helps to keep you from having too much of a wobble this week, my friend! Remember that no matter where you are in the week, people see and love you and the things that you make. 🩵
— Killjoy!
@painmon !
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You’re the broken glass in the morning light.
Save Yourself, I’ll Hold Them Back // My Chemical Romance
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every time i remember that girl doesn’t remember the fab four’s faces anymore i get a little closer to going back to therapy
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The disparity between past and present is throwing him. He remembers the excruciating price that came of detonating the bomb in the briefcase, the way he drowned in debris and how he expected (hoped) it would kill him. He remembers the crater he made of his left hand. A phantom twinge vibrates up fingertips he no longer has at the thought.
The faint, warm breeze picks up around him, lifts the edges of his dirt-stained scrubs and the dark jacket that Jack gave to him. His hair, overlong and stiff with blood and grime, keeps falling into his eyes and he keeps having to comb it back.
His whole body feels like one massive, continuous bruise, a raw, all-consuming ache locked down around bolted-together bones.
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