“who Are U Dressing Up Like That For? 😳” Gerard Way 2005 Why Do U Ask

Headcanon that Dr Death has a tradition of taping pages from an old dictionary to a wall, throwing darts at them, and using whatever words he lands on in his next broadcast. He’s acquired killer dart throwing skills from this, though he’ll occasionally “miss” and hit a completely different wall/target just to give Cherri or Pony a good scare.

Lynz x traits (insp)

California? You mean like from boy division?

panic! at the disco album aesthetics

fever: sneaking out to theatre class, making your own masquerade masks, the smell of a dressing room, stuttering on your lines, getting blown off, ungodly confidence, trying to to teach someone unbelievably uncoordinated to dance, crashing a wedding, writing poetry every chance you get

pretty. odd: picking flowers for a crown, rainy yet sunny days, harmonizing with your friends, old record players, the country right outside the city, a beautifully innocent love, nostalgia over something you never knew, living in a cabin in the mountains for a year, the smell after it rains, keeping a secret everyone knows

vices: finding new love after a bad breakup, trying to ignore the good times you use to have, tuxes at a house party, turning your music down so you have to concentrate on it harder, reading old 1800s history books, so much love for someone that everything makes you think of them, asking for forgiveness over and over again

too weird: staying at old motels just to escape, disco balls in the dining room, regained confidence, hesitant about going to Vegas but then never wanting to leave, your third pack of cigarettes that day, an unspoken and secret love, sheer manipulation, wearing glittery suits to In-N-Out, hating a person because you love them so much, walking out of a club and seeing nothing but flashing colors

doab: being alone but satisfied, golden everything, metallic suits, getting so drunk that you can't remember your name, losing $500 and not caring, pretending your happy when you feel so lost, blasting Frank Sinatra in your hotel room, lots and lots of wine, getting glitter in your eye

dad.