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rustedangel · 2 months
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Hi! Sorry, I keep getting lost in the static, it seems. I had a hectic year I didn’t foresee when I posted this; my mental health hit an all time low and my main source of motivation passed, so I’m still recovering from… everything. I’m thinking of carrying this project out these days, it could be therapeutic for all I know so I’m giving it a try. In these times when everything seems void of purpose and grey, clinging to what I love and rediscovering my adoration for these things that keep me running is not only an interesting experience, but a must. Never let them take you alive, right? On my way to tighten my boots and straighten my mask,
R. A
It's been a while since I got the chance to write something that made me feel alive. Give me a DD song, I'll use it as a prompt
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rustedangel · 7 months
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It's been a while since I got the chance to write something that made me feel alive. Give me a DD song, I'll use it as a prompt
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rustedangel · 7 months
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Count me in, we ride at dawn 👀
Look alive, tumbleweeds!
Rusted Angel here, never ghosted just lost in the static.
Are there any killjoys still in the zone?
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rustedangel · 7 months
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Oops. Sorry fam, I had my translator on sparkly gay and forgot to set it back to English
Look alive, tumbleweeds!
Rusted Angel here, never ghosted just lost in the static.
Are there any killjoys still in the zone?
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rustedangel · 7 months
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💯! They blew the lights out on our party and the airwaves got corrupted, the walls got pig ears. But thanks to DESTROYA we're back on track, louder than God's revolver on Route Guano. Say Sand, I heard there's a rave at Battcity, close enough to Bli, explosives mandatory?
Look alive, tumbleweeds!
Rusted Angel here, never ghosted just lost in the static.
Are there any killjoys still in the zone?
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rustedangel · 7 months
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Had to lay it low in case the pigs would be out for our heads, but now we're back with our boots on tight to blow it up!
Look alive, tumbleweeds!
Rusted Angel here, never ghosted just lost in the static.
Are there any killjoys still in the zone?
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rustedangel · 7 months
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Look alive, tumbleweeds!
Rusted Angel here, never ghosted just lost in the static.
Are there any killjoys still in the zone?
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rustedangel · 2 years
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Trans Am??? More like Trans I Am
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rustedangel · 2 years
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I explained this in a uni essay and won’t hesitate to say it again: let’s take the whole ankle length dresses era as a reference. It’s not about you forcing women to wear long skirts and then, after years and years of fighting, allowing them to show their legs only for some athletes to “complain about their uniforms being “too revealing””. We are human beings, we want things, and we want to be free to do those inoffensive things. You can’t concede a right but take away another, we kinda want to have multiple human rights, y’know??? “You shall now wear short skirts but don’t you dare wear a long one or I’ll say you’re indecisive, ffs”. No. I want to own myself and decide whether I feel like covering up or not. It’s not about how we dress, it’s about decision. It’s always about choice and y’all are still missing the point every time in every single talk.
I personally see the hijab ban in the EU as liberating. Everyone will be equal from now on, and women will be liberated from oppressive religious standards. Thoughts?
you can’t “liberate” those who are already free
just say you don’t like women wearing the hijab and get out of my asks
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Reblog if you’re a Slytherin, support slytherins or wish you were a purple avocado on Tuesdays 
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Prom’s today and I still don’t wanna go so I was thinking about duct-taping my lasergun to my thigh for when I decide I’m shooting out of the room because I sure don't like the company-…
No, mom, I don’t wanna go to prom, all I want is to go on a roadtrip with my killjoy gang blasting Danger Days, singing the songs at the top of our lungs and paying special attention + discussing Dr D’s transmissions like they’re real, and wearing bright clothes, using slang and our killjoy names and only stop at night to make a bonfire and dance to the music of our car and maybe never come back at all-
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rustedangel · 3 years
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party poison: three words. say them and i'm yours.
fun ghoul: three words
party poison: ...
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Danger Days is the most trans-friendly environment ever. You’ve got a deadname? We all do, no worries. You are not who you were born as? Bruh, that's okay, this life has changed us all, the kids from yesterday are dead. Passing? Gender roles? Really? In this economy? 
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Shamelessly self-reblogs 'cause I think about this so much I should get paid for it
Danger Days Theory
What if a certain pandemic started to spread worldwide and everyone began to panic so much that when some weird Corporation no one had heard about before came up with a pill-shaped solution, nobody made too many questions and bought the so called prevention pills?
What if this made them so rich that they became a huge monster overnight, giving them the power to overthrow any other Industry?
What if, after coming up with a solution for the pandemic, people started to praise them and were so blindly grateful that when the Corporation’s CEO decided to run for president no one questioned it and, furthermore, massively voted them?
What if the Corporation’s name was Better Living Industries?
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Sometimes when I'm going through a rough moment, I ask myself: what would Rusted Angel do? Would she sit behind the safety of the room's door and cry or would she tighten her boots, adjust her mask and go blow up this shit with her lasergun?
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rustedangel · 3 years
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Who is Party Poison?
Is it a rebel leader, fallen out of grace too soon? Someone as loud as bright red hair dye and stolen puritans fired at the sunrise? A rebel that was unafraid to face Better Living Industries head-on?
Or maybe a heart attack with words like honey that drip from lips laced with cyanide? Someone whose every word is meant to be listened and every sentence carefully shaped? A cause all in itself, led from car rooftops and under bar lights?
Or maybe a shadow cast under pale moon light, cold and solitary? Someone just out of your reach whose name you’ve forgotten? A silence that hangs heavy with words unsaid and queasy understanding?
Or maybe a kid with a gun, shaking with nerves and anger alike? Someone who’s watched the lights get shot down from the sky by the black and white? A middle ground between revenge and careless detonation?
If you really need to know the answer, then here it is: Party Poison is nothing. Just a mask and bad luck
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rustedangel · 3 years
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what a great day to feel validated 
what a great day to remember that all aces and aros belong in the lgbt community
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