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Percy | 20 | they/them

[thyrell]

Are you seriously encouraging criminal activity on a blog with thousands of followers?

hehe

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I'm dying my hair bright green this tuesday and I want to finally find a style I like instead of cutting it to a bob and leaving it. My hair's super straight and I don't have the energy or the skill to style it daily, as much as I love curly hair and elaborate styles. I don't really want to try a pixie again yet, but I'm definitely into shaving one or both sides. Problem is my hair isnt the thickest so I'm worried if I shave it it'll look thinner?? Does anyone have any ideas??

[vinyls-and-valentines]

In Battery City, most jobs that require some sort of skill and precision like say, being a doctor or a driver, are fulfilled by droids and automated computer programs. Because of this, you’d at least expect, that things such as bone vinyl presses of music long lost to BL/i’s post-war censorship and various pills wouldn’t be half as common as they are, but there’s a catch.

You see, Better Living likes maintaining the illusion of choice and the carefully crafted idea that if you do what you’re told, then one day you’ll be good enough to be trusted with perks the average citizen doesn’t have. One of these so-called “perks” is human-operated medical facilities for those upper class people who find regular facilities too cold and impersonal- “if you died tomorrow you’d want to be surrounded by warm smiles and friendly faces, wouldn’t you?”. Most people working in these facilities are middle class or juvies with particularly clean records, though there’s very few of the latter; they’re more there because BLi needs a “see, this could be you if you just stopped being difficult” example.

If there’s a few radiographies missing it’s no big deal, they were used anyways. If old drugs go missing when they get switched out for new ones a week or so before their expiration dates, that’s none of Better Living’s concern- they’re going to end up within City walls anyways, as far as they care. The company’s vehement apathy towards the unsightly is, ironically enough, the saving grace of many juvies and killjoys alike

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[Text transcript: A set of tags by @tasteofamnesia​, reading:

“( sidenote that popped up but bli absolutely lets the juvies exist while keeping pretences that they don’t. like a raid every once in a while or something to sorta ‘keep them on a tight leach’ cause like if they weren’t juvies they’d be killjoys and bli can’t profit/exploit kjs as much as they can with juvies cause those are still within city limits while they have their ‘rebellious phases’. see there’s like. rules. invisible ones that bli has set for the juvies. they *can* step out of regular batt city lines but not out of juvie specific lines. you sort-sorta learn the rules by practice and observation and older juvies passing down dos and don’ts.)

oof that was an unrelated essay” End ID.]

You did it! You broke down the attitude of my version of Battery City towards juvie halls down to its bare essentials! /gen

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I'm making a shit ton of patches for a jacket and I want a acab and black lives matter patch, but I feel like both phrases are seen as performative atm? Is there anything else I can put on a patch to show my support or am I just overthinking??

Oh and any other patch ideas would be really great!

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anyone got any ideas of what to paint on the back of my denim jacket? pls send pictures

[saveyourself]

they’re really not heroes, the girl thinks, and she’s thought this for a while now. the fabulous killjoys aren’t that fabulous. 

she’s seven-years-old and she hasn’t been out of the diner much. jet star’s been teaching her how to shoot a blaster, and it feels like home in her hands. she was born in this violence and rock ‘n roll, and she’ll embrace it. 

kobra kid teaches her the procedure for when they’re gone drac-hunting, as he calls it: stay in one of their rooms, and if she sees anything other than the ‘am or 27 on the horizon, move poison’s bed and pry up the floorboard. the hole down there looks an awful lot like a coffin. 

they’re really not heroes, but they are trying to make a difference, and she’s got that clarity that comes with dead eyes on a child that should be so full of life. they’re protecting her, she knows. 

they aren’t my heroes, the girl thinks, and she’s been thinking about this since her last birthday. 

she’s nine-years-old and she’s starting to understand too much. she’s too short to reach the pedals on the trans am, but that doesn’t matter - ghoul showed her a trick. she’s still not allowed to drive it, though, and the engine scares her, anyway. 

her life’s expanded from just the four: now it’s the four, and the radio crew, and tommy (he’s mean, in her professional opinion) and the market-goers who coo at her until she tries to bite their fingers just to see them squirm. 

it’s a boring life. she doesn’t see much of the dracs and exterminators that poison and jet are always talking in low whispers about, but she knows they’re after her. she knows because the walls in the diner are thin and no one seems to realize it. 

they’re not her heroes, but she sees how the desert worships them. they seem infallible, at first. until you see them broken down to their core, tears and sobs and snot. or screaming at each other so loud she has to cover her years. she doesn’t have heroes. 

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Saw this edit by @glitching-desert-snake and thought “Huh, that’s neat. Wonder if i should fuck around with that track too…” and then i did

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Yeah, I've finally figured it out and I'm nonbinary. It's slightly more complicated lmao, but yeah they/them pronouns pls :)

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[newsagogos]

*makes cherri cola arab* as a treat. No need to thank me

(I have NOT picked a nationality or religion yet. Yes they're BOTH very important factors)

You will meet cherri cola, he will invite you over, he will offer you food and he won't take no for an answer even if that's the last thing he has. You'll feel more at home at his shack than anywhere else

Believer in the evil eye and probably has a bunch of evil eye talismans. Could be why he dyed his hair blue (in conclusion. Very superstitious)

Yes he will insist on paying and probably fight you over it, yes he will spend a lot of time bargaining with tcm over the price (unstoppable force meets an immovable object)

"15 minutes" range between 30 minutes and an indefinite amount of time

Will greet everyone with kisses on the cheek. Have fun figuring out if it's gonna be three or one

Family is important, even if he chose it himself. It's important, more than whatever argument they're having, he'll defend them until the end

You won't be surprised if you tune in to wkil and you hear haifa wehbe or nancy aajram. 2000s arabic pop

(alcohol and smoking m under the cut)

Arabic poetry fucks so hard it's true trust me (not a sponsored post. I'm NOT a fan of poetry actually). also i think he would be doing poetry even during ye olde waveriding days (see wine poetry but mostly abu nawwas')

Also bonus thing: in that part where cherri and dr d are sitting outside and the girl learning how to shoot instead of drinking jump juice they'd be smoking argileh

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let's say you're an undercover killjoy and for the sake of the argument you're in the lobby in battery city. who would you trust more, the droid population or the other humans?

Hmm, depends what u want. If u’re looking for info? Other humans. Droids know things, but also they’ll send you on a wild goose chase because they don’t want anything to do with the likes of u. If u’re looking for a place or person? Droids. Juvies are very protective of their likes even if they think the person u’re looking for is a massive asshole and they aren’t quite keen on strangers either. Talk isn’t cheap, though, so you better have some carbons at hand.

Also, extra tid bit: best place to ask for any sort of info is in clubs because no one wants to start shit there in case crows get notified. You should, however, watch out for the bouncers ‘cuz they do have blasters and know how to use them rather well

[satanfemme]

alternatively, and this is fucked up sorry, but I know bodies need to be in “good” condition to be turned into a drac. so imagine a killjoy, desperate to make sure their friend can rest in peace, destroying their friend’s body on purpose so bli can’t use it post-mortem. obv after a fight that’s easy u just cremate them or bury them somewhere where you Know they won’t get dug up. 

but during a fight itself? you see your friend go down, you know you might go down too any second now (and then you’ll both get drac’d). so, as you dying action, you stop shooting at the dracs/scarecrows and start shooting at your friend’s body instead, hoping you can do enough damage that only you’ll get drac’d today, and bli will leave your dead friend alone.

[saveyourself]

no one asked and yet ! more hcs ! more hcs for the fandom i don’t even interact with anymore! im trying to work on that i swear

- the flag on the back of jet’s jacket is hand-stitched on. it’s the reminder BLI left of the old neutral town that used to be in zone 2; leave the flag with the survivor. jet doesn’t think they’ll ever be able to part with the jacket - if you take out some stitching and look on the back, jet’s inscribed the names of everyone they could remember from that town onto the flag’s fabric. 

- when ghoul gets really, really angry, reality seems to flicker. mostly it’s chalked up to convenient power outages, but it’s reality bending together, melding at his command. life, unreality, and death all blend together - sometimes, you can hear music, too. it only lasts for a second. 

- kobra’s sort of anger is the type that burns you up, that burns you out before it really destroys anything other than itself. it’s just anger. no one really understands it, and yet, it gets worse as the years pass, when it should get better. it’s just the desert taking it’s toll. and yet, the dog tags around his neck with his name inscribed in them and dates long passed say a different story. death has a price. kobra chose his. 

- poison talks to things that aren’t there. negotiates with vendors that haven’t been around for forty-years and still takes goods back home. talks to neutrals that haven’t seen home in so long it aches and guides them to their new home in his spare time. he hates zone 5. things far older than the ghosts he sees live there, and they scream. 

- poison and jet bond by embroidery. they just sit down and embroider things together, and poison’s hands are always shaky, but they manage not to prick themselves most of the time. they usually just fix their regular clothing, but they like making patches - some to sew onto their jackets, and others to sell at the market. 

- kobra and ghoul didn’t like each other for a long time. it wasn’t any grudge, but more like they could sense something was wrong, a little off-kilter, and it drove them away from each other. that difference is what inevitably made them friends, though, because they’d both been subject to something more than human.                                                  

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The days are getting shorter, the unforgiving heat of the summer sun gives way to the unforgiving cold of the winter nights. Crews hold each other close, huddled in the booths of the diner or in the backseats of cars or the roach ridden mattresses of decaying motels. And the desert lights up each night in flame, from candles lit in bedrooms to raucous bonfires. Half ritual and half survival, a tradition born from necessity

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Long after Battery City falls and all the ghosts finally return home, the Girl finds an old friend she thought to be lost, half-burried in the rubble.

The once vibran paint is way past faded and scratched up, and all the details carved in with mechanic precission have been worn out beyond recognition. Still, she picks it up, dusting the old toy robot carefully not to get cut in the jagged edge of a deep crack across its chest and for a moment it's like the Four are right behind her, laughing and smiling easy like they were in her memories. She doesn't look back to see if they're really there, instead carefully putting the old toy Ghoul had given her in the bag slung over her shoulder and goes on her way.

The old mailbox contrats sharply against the soft hues of the sunset behind it and Poison's mask is gone from where the Girl had left it, having been replaced by a single black feather. She smiles softly, taking out her old favourite toy, and carefully places it among the candles and plastic flowers next to the metal box. Dusting her hands off, she idly muses that this is letting go

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The Witch isn't human; never was and never trully will be. However, that doesn't mean that in the years she has roamed the Zones they didn't change- that xe didn't grow. The Zones are never static and neither are those living within them

[missilekidding]

Knights of Cydonia by Muse gives off bigger killjoysverse vibes than a lot of the songs actually on the album

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i think the girl LOVES cacti, maybe it’s cause they’re green or cause they’re big or the only sorta greenery she sees, no one knows really, but she will sit on someone’s lap in a window seat and point out every cactus she sees, every single one, and someone, without fail, would always go, in that enthusiastic voice that you use when a kid is showing you something, something along the lines of “oh i see! where? wow good spotting…”