#the fabulous four mcr

[playgroundeyes]

I'm bored and at an airport so airport killjoys headcanons:

- Party has never flown before and is so scared. They are also trying VERY hard not to show it

- Jet and The Girl race up and down the hallways over and over, and Show is watching them and wishing ae could pull out aer rollerblades

- following ok from the last one, Show Pony's bag is so. heavy. even though the trip is probably like 2 days bc ae can't go without aer rollerblades

- Ghoul is collecting snacks from vending machines and refuses to share, just sitting in the corner protecting his hoard

- Kobra is either asleep and not dealing with everyone else's bullshit or insanely sugar high

- Cherri is reading and minding all their luggage, not realising or caring that all the other killjoys are doing a bunch of dumb shit

[foolscapper]

Raise their open filthy palms, Like tiny daggers up to heaven.

[benzobucky]

And what if i say.......

StarParty?

[mothwithpronouns]

Kill the party or something

[d3molition-lov3rs]

the endless expanse of the zones

in the wake of destruction, the brutality of survival is reintroduced to the dwindling human population of the zones. the endless expanse of the desert stretches on, humming with the imminent threat of death either from the burning rays of the unrelenting sun, the hovering clouds of radiation on the horizon, or the unknown threats hiding behind each new post-nuclear dune piling upon a long-gone civilisation. the eat-or-be-eaten nature of the new world draws out a certain carnal aspect of the human nature, and in the depths of desperation and prayers to forgotten gods, rebellion breeds at last.

[missm0rgue]

Killjoys my beloved

[apuff]

soup.

[protectdrusillablackthorn]

throwback to the killjoys diner when i visited

[leahaart]

Destroya, we’re all waiting for you

[tomatosaucebrain]

thinking about silly fluffy killjoy antics...tan lines in the shapes of masks your team makes fun of you for, just to pull theirs off after a firefight and have the same. sleeping in big piles of everyone you love. laughing so hard your ribs hurt as the sun sets, and giggling so hard youre lightheaded as the sun rises after a successful Zones sleepover. the acidic soda combinations teenagers make and share. helping your friends name themselves when they finally escape batt city and going thrifting for their first jacket with them. zone accents that develop over time. the live music. the pranks. the parades and dance parties and and festivals and holidays and legends. the words for colors you have to come up with because nobody has an education ("dude what color is that?" "uhhhh superfuckingbright yellowish-bluish?") friendship bracelets. nail art trends. slightly dangerous radioactive pets everyone has. witchfucker wednesday <3 the zines passed around about everything from how to sew up your pants to how to shoot a drac dead in one zap. just. KILLJOY CULTURE IS FULL OF JOY OKAY

[playgroundeyes]

party with religious guilt while simultaneously being seen as a saviour by everyone in the zones >>>

[goodmorningbatterycity]

"...She befriends four freelance anarchists, children born of violence and rock'n'roll...The future relies on these four men known only as the Fabulous Four."

[benzobucky]

Jet Star with high ponytail 🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

I will NEVER believe that he is okay with that hair down in the fucking desert

[rotten-gal13]

Bob Bryar's killjoy concept art by Vasillis Lolos

[gerards-little-killj0y]

move your body when the sunlight dies…

art by me :]