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follow @zonegays

[dangermlm]

Alright so...

Tumblr doesn't allow you to share primary accounts and... My boyfriend and I really wanted to run a danger days account together and long story short !! I'm moving accounts !! So if you want to see lots of Grave and Terror (our killjoys) then (please) follow @zonegays !

[dangermlm]

Alright so...

Tumblr doesn't allow you to share primary accounts and... My boyfriend and I really wanted to run a danger days account together and long story short !! I'm moving accounts !! So if you want to see lots of Grave and Terror (our killjoys) then (please) follow @zonegays !

[dangermlm]

Alright so...

Tumblr doesn't allow you to share primary accounts and... My boyfriend and I really wanted to run a danger days account together and long story short !! I'm moving accounts !! So if you want to see lots of Grave and Terror (our killjoys) then (please) follow @zonegays !

[bvlgaria]

an alexander mcqueen biker jacket is hand painted in the atelier before the spring 2019 menswear show

[abandonedandurbex]

Underground Fun House

[shockpinkrosary]

they deserved better

[leahberman]

desert dance

Joshua Tree National Park

instagram

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Gangs of the Zones

Heres the list so far (as requested by @mcrdeviantclub):

The Fabulous Four: Basically just Party Poison, Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid and Jet Star.

The Killjoys: Basically what you see in the comic book so Val Velocity and all that lot.  The image of rebellion. Will fight all your bullshit.  Bright hair, fucking walking targets, provocative as fuck.  They’re the fighters, the rebels, the ones facing off against the scarecrows. Dye stains on their skin. 

Crash Queens: In my head these are kind of like flashy, drag-esque, shiny, hyper colour kids.  Metallic and acidic.  Melting red lips and blue eyelids.  On speed or some strong zone weed. Always on. Awake only on the highest frequency, fucking sky-high. Shiny. 

Motorbabies: Zonerats with a need for speed and motorbikes. Travel in packs like wolves.  Short tempered and sharp teeth, but are more flight than fight. Only ever seen on the horizon in a cloud of dust or downing paint stripper. (Kobra is kind of a motor baby) Need petrol like Ritalin Kids need drugs. Theres shit between the Motorbabies and the Top Fuel Dragsters as to who can scoop out wheres the petrols at. Bandanas and gang logos are big.

Ritalin Kids: Poor buggers hyped up and addicted to BL/ind drugs. They’re eyes are all pupil, manic, only focused on the next hit.  Aggressive but fragile, desperate flirts if you’ve got the stuff. Frightened sluts. 

Top Fuel Dragsters: Fast cars and burning rubber, driving into the sunset. Kids who want to drive away and leave tire tracks. Dirty, grease everywhere. Think gas masks and helmets. Trucker bodies, but strong as hell. Will win every fight, no question. ( Jet kind of has that Dragster feel) More lone rangers than Motor babies but have a long distant comradery.  

Maggot Babies: Punk rock kids hyped up on guitar static, the shiniest drugs and each others saliva. Sleep on the floor, packed like sardines.  Hug each other to death. Bruised and battered from the pits but so fucking worth it, there wasn’t music like this in Bat City. Cut their hair themselves. The musicians.  Devote followers of Mad Gear and the Missile kid, will do anything to get to a show. Sweat. Soft kisses. 

Skeleton Souls: Runaway kids, dirt is their skin, only bone. The ones who won’t make it, they’ll fade away into the sand and starve under the sun. Sad lost dreams. Phoenix Witch’s dream angels. 

The Drooges: Gun junkies.  Baseball bats and facepaint. Only want to fight don’t want to talk. After gore.  Think the zones are about anarchy, when the zones are about freedom. Deadly snippers. Weasels. Don’t cross. Trigger happy. 

Drifters: Nomads who travel the zones. Think tents and traps and war paint. Straight talkers.  Find at the black markets.  They have all the goods. You want to trade, go to them.  Rituals. Fire. Looking at the stars.  The whispers of the desert. 

Thats all I’ve got so far.  Hope you get the feel I’m visualising for each one. Feel free to message me with ideas, head canons, bits to add :) 

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Roller Rulers: Did you think Show Pony was the only one? Deadly motherfuckers on skates. You think you talk shit? Not even close. Dirtiest mouthes in the zones. Loud as fuck. Bruised from head to toe. Can take a punch as good as they throw ‘em. Roller Derby is one of the zones favourite sports, after racing that is. Every Zone Runners has their favourite teams, that won’t cause bar fights will it?

Monkey Kings: Sleazy, smooth talkers. Aren’t they sweating under those suits?  Headed up by The Killer King. Live in the shadows till they hear the right frequency then they’re monkeys on acid. Dancing like the dead. A blur.  Addicted to the Powder. Fast and now and immediate. Everything is so clear and shiny. Don’t cross them cause they will blackmail your ass into 3000 or fit you out in a body bag within the week.  Crime Lords.  Syndicates.

Ink Rats: Tattooed as fuck. Addicted to the pain.  Collected like medals, worn like armour.  Tattoos for them is what hair dye is for the Killjoys. Art BL/ind can never take away. A walking fuck you to monotony. The more you have the better. Higher in the hierarchy. Different areas and zones have their own symbols so you can tell where someones been from their ink. Some have Drac Down tallies, how many S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W’s they’ve taken out. The artists. The quite individuals.

The Vicious Ladies of Zone Three: Mentioned by Dr D on twitter.  Badass girl gang.  Do no cross. Take lost girls who have been used up by S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W’s. Will protect them with their lives.  Load and proud. Screaming at the city.  Constantly fighting the Draculoids, doing it for the fun of it. Lets Kill tonight.

Tech brains and Microchips: Hackers and coders, like Anonymous. Have their bases set up and don’t really leave them. Plugged in. Tuned in.  Taking down the technology which made BL/ind strong.  Viruses in Bat City.  Deadly. Total Fire Sale. (The name was mentioned by Dr D on twitter)

The Burners: Artists of the zones. Spray paint, the brightest colours, the wildest souls.  Its a rite of passage for new zone rats to go to the Burners to get their name and their symbol. They design tattoos. They’re the ones who are in the graffiti war on Bat City’s wall.  As soon as BL/ind can clear it, they can spray it. Colours in the wind. Never sleep. They’ve got to create. Art is the weapon.  Art is utopia. (credit totally to @still-lost-in-stereo, awesome idea.) (Also a burner is the name for a large, elaborate work of graffiti, so thats where the reference comes from)

[docschrock]

[cementicium]

Shanghai, by arndalarm on Flickr.

[f-r-u-s-t-a-t-e-d]

[nuclearmlm]

vibe check! [falls recklessly in love with you]

[nyctaeus]

Dana Wsye, ‘Pills & Remedies’, from the series ‘Jesus Had A Sister Productions’, 1996-2003

Canadian artist creates fictitious pharmaceutical company that uses 60′s retro and kitsch imagery to sell cures and remedies that aim to dissect our utopic quest for perfection.  

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KILLJOY TRANSMISSION TO THE CITIZENS OF BATTERY CITY INFILTRATED BY BL/IND INDUSTRIES

DATE OF TRANSMISSION: AUGUST 5TH, 2019

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get up and GO !!!!

[upthrust-the-volume]

wip nonsense

[mlm-princex-blog]

I want him to know how much I love him. Because I really really really do love him so much. And I can never seem to put all of my feelings into words. But I want him to know exactly how important he is to me and how much I love him cause I absolutely adore him and I dont know what I'd do without him