Hey

I’m River, I’m nonbinary, crippled, and traumatized, and I like Mighty Med, Unus Annus, and honestly it depends on my mood

[prettylittlejailbird]

Hey! I’m River! Welcome to my blog!

Requests are always open!

Requests for a ship are open!

I’m a minor, so don’t be a creep

I’m neurodivergent, disabled, trans (they/them pronouns), and an idiot, so literally any type of headcanon is welcome!

Current interests: Gotham, Stardew Valley, French (yes, the language)

[fake-gamer-boy]

how can yall like Thomas when he spied on a woman in the shower same with Mary

[prettylittlejailbird]

I know this gets said a lot but Tumblr legitimately doesn’t understand basic critical enjoyment.

Like. Is Thomas a creep? Yes. Is Mary also a creep? Yes. Is Fanny homophobic? Kinda yeah. Do I love them anyway? Yes because they are fake and I can enjoy things while also understanding that they are wrong.

[brighter-than-starlight]

Ariel Conroy my beloved

[somethingmeetsboy]

autistic Thomas Thorne places a rly high value on speaking 'correctly' but naturally mimicks other ppl's speech and he gets upset when he says things like 'you stay how you dies' (mimicked from Mary) partially bc it's breaking his own self-imposed rules and partially bc of his own internalised ableism

[prettylittlejailbird]

THIS

[thefennellady]

My fellow Ghost enthusiasts… What order did the ghosts die in, chronologically speaking? I had it in mind that it was Robin, Humphrey, then the plague ghosts. Is my history outrageously wrong? I thought the plague came after the Tudor period? Don’t @ me. I did geography gcse, not history😂

[prettylittlejailbird]

I thought Mary died before the plague ghost. She and Humphrey died pretty close together I think

[prettylittlejailbird]

Which character(s) is that Ghosts post about? My first thought was Thomas, but I’m not sure.

Kitty, Thomas, and Cap all have traits that are criticized that are often symptoms of neurodivergency and mental illness. Kitty and Thomas both struggle with boundaries (very similar to myself with my autism!)

[prettylittlejailbird]

Characters: *displays symptoms of mental illness/neurodivergency*

The entire Ghosts fandom: horrible. Absolutely unforgivable. Bitch *spits*

[prettylittlejailbird]

The problem with being part of the BBC Ghosts fandom is you have to interact with British people

[ordinary-dust]

bit of a backstory: it's right before sunset and the desert smells like blood and sweat once again- there was a fight, way too close to the diner. it's ghoul's second month with the fabulous four and he finally starts accepting that he might actually have friends. he couldn't fight by their side today as he was hurt pretty badly yesterday (and jet literally locked him in his room just so he was safe), but that didn't stop him from running to them as soon as they unlocked the door. he was so worried that he just hugs the closest person tight, the closest person being party poison. he doesn't understand what's happening or why he's so glad they're okay, because he never had anyone to worry about before.

[vinyls-and-valentines]

[Image Description: A digital illustration showing Fun Ghoul hugging Party Poison with his legs around their waist and crying. There is blood on Poison's hands, jacket and jeans, as well as a bruise on their jaw, but they are smiling into the hug. A green dialogue box reads "I'm just glad you're...alive" in the top right corner of the illustration. The background shows a flat desert landscape. /End Description.]

[prettylittlejailbird]

🥺🥺

[vinyls-and-valentines]

[Image Description: A digital sketch of Jet Star, from the bust up in profile, looking up with a slight smile. He has a flower tattoo on the side of his neck and a scar going through his left eyebrow. He is wearing earrings with a charm shaped like a heart being stabbed by a dagger. /End Description.]

Going to finish this tomorrow (probably), but: Jetted Star :3

[memories]

I’ve been silent for too long and can no longer bear to keep this inside: @vinyls-and-valentines is a good person and deserves many good things.

[prettylittlejailbird]

Fact @vinyls-and-valentines

[vinyls-and-valentines]

Description: Kobra gets their bad luck beads. Jet gets a glimpse of the kid hiding behind the cobra.

Warning(s): None, surprisingly

Tagging: @tasteofamnesia, @dagger-queen, @organhaver, @struckbysatellites

Additional notes: Combination fic for days 2 & 4 of @ddplatonicpromptweek because i meant to join in, then got busy, then ended up whipping this up anyways. Enjoy!

ao3 link || wordcount: 1081

It's been a while since The Diner has known a moment of peace once the Zones' youngest debutants have made the old building into their home. So much so, in fact, that as Jet Star sits in one of the booths with a comic book in hand and feet kicked up on the table he can't help but feel a glaring absence of something. Or rather said someone— two killjoys who get along like water and gasoline, left stranded over at WKIL by a sandstorm that lasted until nightfall. That was hours ago, and as much as the killjoy has had worse reading conditions than squinting in faint glow of the moon, he doubts reading is going to be what gets him through the night.

There always is, of course, the option to just go to sleep, but judging by the lights blinking lazily from the kitchen Kobra Kid has already beaten him to it and he'd hate to jostle them up— they're an awfully light sleeper, after all. Or maybe Jet's just making up excuses, because while being part of the same crew, he still does not know how to talk with the youngest member of the Fabulous Killjoys without acting just as cagey about it as they do. It's a shortcoming on both their sides, one that that has caused the most meaningful conversations they've had be over something as trivial as flavors of soda, and one that makes him feel a little guilty, although nowhere does it say crewmates must know everything about one another or ever get along. Ghoul and Poison illustrate that last point fairly well.

"You're up." Kobra points out, standing in the entrance to the kitchen, a blanket draped around the shoulders like a cape, unceremoniously dragging behind them as they walk.

"Yeah, couldn't put down this issue of, uhh...." Jet pauses, turning the comic to read the cover, "Punk Rock Jesus."

"You're full of shit." the blonde deadpans, though it has none of the edge their words usually have, and plops down into the booth across of him.

"Well, you look like it." Jet sighs, getting a look from the younger which he chooses to ignore, "Just go back to sleep, Kobes—it's still a good few hours until sunrise."

Kobra frowns, their gaze flickering for a moment between Jet Star and the empty desert outside, brushed in hues of black, blue and purple, "I wanted to ask you something."

Hearing this, earns them a frown of their own, only this time in confusion as the other sets down his comic book and waves them to continue, "Your bracelet— the bad luck beads— what do they mean?" Jet opens his mouth to answer, but Kobra cuts him off, "Beyond the whole Phoenix Witch spiel. I get why they're important, but your strand is longer than Poison's and theirs is longer than Ghoul's, I'm pretty sure, and I just. I want to know why."

The teen punctuates their sentence with a sigh before gently dropping their head to the table and resting it on top of their folded arms, as if the question had taken a lot of energy to get out and now they had to rest up again. And maybe it had— there's no way of Jet knowing that— what he does know however is that they asked a very heavy question; one, that he himself doesn't know if he's ready to answer, as he clinks the blue plastic beads together thoughtfully.

"It was meant for a friend." he says eventually, some bitter part of him cussing out his decision as he continues his explanation, though it feels more akin to a confession in the still air of the night, "She couldn't accept it, so I kept it instead. It reminds me of her and has beads for the people we lost— that's what you were confused about, right? Why it's more than 27?"

Kobra nods, their face now partially covered by their arms, as they look up at him with big, glassy eyes, strands of freshly bleached hair falling in front of them like a torn bead curtain. Jet looks away, startled by the sudden eye contact and when he looks back up the teen is gone, shuffling back into the Diner's backroom and leaving the form to resign to the fact that no matter how hard he tries he'll likely never be able to get them to lower their walls. Defeated, he throws the discarded comic a last hopeless look before deciding the garage might have something more interesting to offer than some dusty old comic barely even held together anymore by its measly 3 staples, but as he gets up to leave he's once again faced with the youngest killjoy, carrying what appears to be a shoebox and walking silent as a cat.

"Can you add beads for other people if it adds up to 27?" the teen sets down the box Jet now recognizes to be the one that hold the four's bracelet-making supplies, and fumbles for a moment to answer as they press on, "You said you add a bead for every person you lose, but if you were to add a bead for someone else within your 27 does that mean you get to keep their bad luck around your wrist as well?"

"I—" Jet Star drops back into the booth, running a hand through his hair trying to think of anything that would either aid or disprove Kobra's theories, "Maybe? There's nothing that says it won't, but I though you—"

The former shakes their head, taking the lid off the box and reclaiming their spot on the other side of the table, "This one's for me. Not for her."

*

When Fun Ghoul and Party Poison return to the Diner, the following day— almost at noon, but only because Pony insisted with Ghoul needlessly whining about how patrols must still be on their way back to Battery City in the morning— and they find the other half of their crew sleeping in one of the booths next to the entrance. Kobra Kid is resting their head on Jet Star's shoulder, who's resting his own on top of theirs, and the grudging crewmates unknowingly share smile before noticing a single strand of beads on the table before them. It's almost entirely made up of black, save for the last 3 which are: red, blue and yellow.

One for each member of the Fabulous Killjoys, save for Kobra.

[prettylittlejailbird]

🥺🥺

[pr1nceofdarkness]

No but if petekey was a thing can you imagine Pete wentz logging on to see that mikey way story like 👁👄👁

[prettylittlejailbird]

Pete wrote like ten songs about him, he deserves a little revenge

[this-is-where-i-hide-my-bullshit]

Bats Anon I'm gonna need you to elaborate a bit more. Are you talking about the one with "detective Gerard"? Also that wording. Was not the best way to word that. Although if you're talking about the picture I think you're talking about then there really isn't a way to describe it without it sounding not quite right, honestly.

[prettylittlejailbird]

[rad1o-sil3nc3]

Who gave these grown men permission to be so cute

[lickthatbattery]

tmgamk trans pride flag. for when you’re transgender and have good taste

[newsagogos]

[ID: 1. The trans flag with slightly different colors. a darker blue, a dark red and white.

2. Same flag but with the mad gear and missile kid logo over it. It’s a simple drawing of a pegasus and a small star above it, both placed inside a red circle with a white rim. The red of the circle matches the flag color. Over the logo, in black military stencil, is written their name, “the mad gear and missile kid”./End ID]

[prettylittlejailbird]

Suspiciously similar to the rabies Pride flag

[sortagirlblogger]

i feel like this car rn. a woman in the town next to me drove her car onto one of the red balls out front of target. somehow she reversed into it??

she looks quite proud of herself

[prettylittlejailbird]

No wait a minute

I literally worked on cars for a while.

I basically grew up in an auto shop

How the fuck did she manage that?

I’m almost impressed