Gasoline And Whiplash

I am SO back babeyyyy - Danger Days - Bela - she/her

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Mandatory Introduction Post :)

Hello!!! I'm Bela, and I used to have a Danger Days (and other) blog on here, before going a little psycho and deleting my account and everything in it <3 im back from the dead now

Anways!

I'm still writing, and I do it over on Ao3 at Zwicky_07 :) I've re-written Death Is The Martyr of Purpose and re-started my old series and am so thrilled to be along for the ride

Some things I like:

iconography and faith, medieval lit, danger days and mcr (duh), country music, punkrock, and I am SO TOTALLY NORMAL about Elliott Smith and all of his bands. SO normal. and i will never be over LoTR and i freaking love ecology rn. oh and westerners. gimme gimme. (and this is a totally normal combination of things)

:)

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also I think coming back from the dead actually sucks. I mean, if you ignore all the physical pain and awful sensations of slowly feeling your blood pulse through your veins again and your nervous system waking up, etc, etc, it doesn’t really get any better. Sure, you’ve got your friends who spent months or maybe even years trying to get you back, but while you were dead they changed. You missed it. And when you finally come back, you get to see the excitement in their eyes and all their love and dedication just to you, because you’re everything to them, but they have changed. They are not the same. You are not everything. While you were dead, they kept living. Everyone else kept living. Most people probably accepted your death and moved on. You were dead. They all changed and experienced new things together, new things with inside jokes and little tells you would never understand, and suddenly there’s a tight-knit group that you just don’t fit into anymore. Maybe you left a hole behind, but it’s been sealed over. And maybe everyone marvels at you at first. I mean, you were dead. Now you’re breathing and smiling. But it doesn’t quite sit on your face, and it begins to fade from their faces. Once again, they move on. You’re old news. You died, but they didn’t, and anyways, weren’t they always closer with each other than they were with you? They leave you alone now. They have other friends now. And where does that leave you?

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oh I know this is probably obvious, but I never really saw it ever. I’m pretty sure Vaya and Vamos picked their names because the words are written on the ‘am. That’s really sweet :(

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“oh it’s not such a big deal, actually-“ no. you’re not seeing this through teenage girl eyes. you don’t know anything.

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oh man I am literally living the plot of a coming of age novel 😭😭😭 let me out let me out pls

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SO SEVERAL HOURS LATER I HAVE FINISHED THAT WAS THEN THIS IS NOW AND UH. WHAT THE FUCK??????? JESUS FUCKING CHRIST THAT ENDING WAS SO BLEAK I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA LITERALLY OH MY GOODNESS IVE READ IT LIKE TWOCE NOW AND EVERYTIME IM AGHAST. LITERALLY SPEECHLESS. SO BLEAK. THE WHOLE BOOK YOURE LIKE „no no they can fix this they’re buddies“ AND THEN LITERALLY THE WORST POSSIBLE THIBG HAPPENS. RIP THE FRIENDSHIP THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO LAST FOREVER. like the first time I read it I was genuinely in shock because WHAT.

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im on chapter 2 of that was then this is now. so far theres been a discussion about lord byron + a note about him being a slut AND now theres been a sir galahad reference i am THE target audience for this book ghdgd

WE are the target audience for this book. O goodness. I know that you’ve finished it now but literally oh man it gets so insane from here LOLOLOL. Fjjfkfkfkfkrbkr I’m so glad you’re reading it :D yay!!!

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the killjoys timeline is so fucked up but i cannot stop thinking about how if in the comics the fabulous four really were teenagers when they died then cherri cola would have been the only one of them to reach his twenties. there's about twelve years between their deaths and the start of ttlotfk, so the girl was hardly an adult and in all respects still a teenager herself. she would’ve been just as old or only a bit older than they all lived to be. cherri cola on the other hand would've only been in his late twenties and still looking far too old and world weary for his age. imagine it. there’s the girl, just as old or maybe even a bit older than the fabulous four all lived to be, and then there’s cherri, the lone surviving member of the original fabulous killjoys, the last one left standing when the dust all settles. did he bear the weight and age of all those years the four never got to see on his shoulders? his eyes, once bright, now tired and sunken but still just as kind as the girl remembers them, the old scars now mottled with rough tissue from years old sunburn healed over, dark circles and worry lines and eyes that haven’t known peace ever since the trans am tore off into the desert sunset that day so long ago.

imagine how cherri cola would've seemed so old to the girl because she's never seen a killjoy live that long before. imagine cola being barely an adult himself and still seeming far too old for his age.

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guys i miss cherri cola :(

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reblog this and put in the tags at least two (2) songs you are listening to on repeat right now

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you guys arent even ready for what im about to pull (there's no nefariously grinning emoji so you guys are gonna have to imagine that one)

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has anyone in the world considered that love will tear us apart

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some little revenge-era sketches bc she's so beautiful <3 (plus you can watch me crash-out in real time)

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also the comparison of party poison to a shooting star will never get old to me. because that's what they are. people put all their faith and hope in them. they burn impossibly bright and violent and with a brilliance that's incredible to witness and so, so beautiful. but. they're also incredibly distant and cold and untouchable. they're meant to be watched from afar but never seen too close. they burn and burn and burn and they know they're crashing. falling fast. too fast. reckless and wild and with no way back. they'll burn out before they ever hit the ground. and either they're a dying star, like everyone believes, or you look closer and all that you see is a small piece of debris that's become much, much larger than they could've possibly known.

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did someone say "bela, write a record of the (mostly) canon-compliant history of the killjoys and write an 'academic volume' compiling everything we know?" because i definitely just heard that.

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"Whatever it was, it was dead. And it was laughing up at them, like it had all been a joke." Can't outrun the past when it finally comes for you.

I’ve been re-writing this little novella-length fic since august of last year and im super happy w how it’s turning out!!! its super long but i promise its good! very many things happen to our poor killjoys! and we’re almost at the end of it, so all will be revealed soon!

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noooooo i liked your old fics!! u basically carried the dd fandom i hope you know that T_T

aww thank you!!! i mean, some of the stuff i wrote was pretty alright (i even liked some of them so much that i rewrote them) however some of the older stuff was a bit weird tbh. or just kinda badly written.

but this means so much to me fyi so thank u for that :3