#the fab 4

[agxinstthesun]

an overly complex analysis of how the killjoys deal with loss

party poison-

party poison has a soul crushing fear of death. maybe it isn’t apparent- not what you’d expect from someone who appears so confident and in tune with themselves, but there’s signs. the way their eyes go dark when anyone in the crew gets even slightly injured- the way they're always first to volunteer to stay up all night on patrol, knowing their paranoia would keep them up either way. you could chalk it up to their “leader instincts,” but their crew would argue it runs deeper than that. a good leader doesn’t have to do what party does- a good leader - by zone standards - keeps the group motivated- keeps them from splitting up. party poison keeps the group alive, together. they took a team and effortlessly morphed it into a family. admitting to it would feed their suspended guilt even more, but each time they hear of a death outside their inner circle, a small part of them is relieved that it wasn't their family blinded by the witches touch that day.

if it were to happen, it would destroy them. the loss would be bad enough, but the guilt of it all might be enough to put them out of commission for a long while. as strong as they are, the role of "leader" digs into them like the soles of a brand new pair of shoes. leaving an indent of responsibility and overcompensation in the sand with every step they take.

jet star-

jet star never strays far from death, not since what happened to his family. finding his parents ghosted after an unexpected raid carried out by some particularly violent exterminators was the catalyst for a lot of things in his life. his heightened sympathy for the dead and the mourning was one of those things. he was known throughout the desert as a safe person to talk to about those topics. it was even said that he would offer sympathy despite negative affiliations or disagreements your group had with his. it'd be a lie to say it didn't weigh on him, though. the anger built up from hearing all of these stories and the lingering effects from his own experiences culminated in an intense hatred for BLI and everything they had done. this passion was the one thing him and party poison truly connected over when they first met.

it's no surprise that, if confronted by a companions passing, this anger and passion would hit him hard. how unfair it is, how inhumane, it shakes him. initially, he'd think to organize- to finally just go for it and take out as many of those pigs as possible- but he wouldn't. he's too aware of the amount of people in the zones that still need him. he's second in command, he's as much a leader as party is. still, he'd become distant. it'd serve as another warning not to get too close, to not give too much of yourself to something that is only ever temporary.

fun ghoul-

fun ghoul doesn't acknowledge death. despite his ever frequent catfights with it, he manages to get by rarely considering the possibility. the truth being that if he did, the weight of it all would crush him. deep down, he knows he's helpless to it. he knows that each time he evades her grasp, she gets smarter. it's no doubt it'll all catch up to him eventually..but his friends are all untouchable. seeing them injured, near ghosted? it never feels real. on a bad night, he'll think of how the others must look down, mortified, to him each time he’s left bleeding out against the desert sun. it gives him a sense of importance sometimes, but usually it just builds guilt.

if he had to face a loss head on, it would be a pivotal moment to him. as the reality set in, he'd feel lost. stupid for being naive enough to ignore it for so long. that love of throwing himself into the danger that he relied so heavily on before would fade just as fast as it came, the loss weighing him down in small ways for as long as he lived. the remorse he’d feel for pushing his love inward, and seldom expressing it, would sit heavy on his shoulders. he'd cling even more to whatever it is he had left, and protect it with his whole life.

kobra kid-

kobra kid is conflicted on death. of course it scared him- the thought that he would disappear one day, but more often than not, he caught himself wondering if that was just something he had picked up from party. the longer he thought about it on his own time, the more the thought became oddly comforting. the fact that there would eventually be a moment of rest amidst all the chaos didn’t sound all that bad to him..of course, it also pissed him off. it made him mad that the city forced that mindset onto you. the idea that submitting yourself to death was the only way to true freedom. however, it wouldn’t take long for the morbid curiosity found its way back to him.

he was almost too aware of the looming presence of death around him and the rest of the crew (the rest of the desert, really). if it happened, he wouldn’t be shocked, but deeply mourning still. he’d send letters in the mailbox, despite always considering it a futile effort. he’d silently participate in whatever zone rituals he thought would help him feel better, though they almost never would. he’d become especially reclusive and unresponsive to sympathy- it’s just something people do to feel like they’re helping, right? he’s way more dependent on his crew than he’d ever let on, and this fate would only further prove that.

[foolsocracy]

Hi, I love your art! Would you ever consider drawing the Fab Five as adults?

hell yeah

[pom-pruru]

あああ　モップ頭たち　可愛い　でごじます＼＼(^o^)／／ 今の写真や映像のリマスター(画質改良)技術ってすごいなあ･･･目の前でたった今撮られたようだ

[ashoss]

dumb stupid 2000s emo band au.. uugghhhhhh

[sullen-apple]

don't you just love women

[ohitsfabbb]

Ummm Jeremy’s lil giggle / his signature cutie yeahyeahyeah / the way he says "honey" 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[aesfocus]

Fable 2025

[ljaylmaoo]

🎃HOOK KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 2024 🎃

Last minute kinktober line up! (There may be other kinks and themes in the fics)

Day 1 (October 6th)- cockwarming

Day 2 (October 12th)- virginity loss

Day 3 (October 17th)- wet dreams

Day 4 (October 22nd)- hate sex

Day 5 (October 31st)- exhibitionism

Day 6 (DELAYED)- punishment (fab 5 x reader SPECIAL)

[foolsocracy]

another successful mission complete!!!

[sleepininmycar]

tf am i doing i have to be in the airport in several hours

[beagleamarelos]

dear friends 🤍

[optichocolate]

The urge to write ten fics when you haven't even completed the first one-

[bl00d-wh0r3-4ng3l]

so r we just gonna ignore the fact that the California crew is literally just 80s fabulous four

we got four gays fighting the government in the California desert like cmon now

[seaofreverie]

(You know I had to.) MAD! but only the song titles

Some stats for those curious:

The number of times the song title is said during each song:

Do Things My Own Way: 28

JanSport Backpack: 32

Hit Me Baby: 9

Running Up A Tab At The Hotel For The Fab: 10

My Devotion: 8

Don't Dog It: 24

In Daylight: 5

I-405 Rules: 14

A Long Red Light: 29*

Drowned In A Sea Of Tears: 10

A Little Bit Of Light Banter: 14

Lord Have Mercy: 12

So, the title is said the biggest number of times on JanSport Backpack (altough A Long Red Light and Do Things My Own Way are running close) and the lowest number of times on In Daylight. Still, even JanSport with its 32 repeats of the title is far behind the (I think I can safely assume this) winner of the whole Sparks catalogue, My Baby's Taking Me Home, in which the title of the song is said 104 times. Now, my next mission will be counting this number for every single Sparks song, so that I can find the average number of times that the title of the song is said for Sparks' whole career (joke)

*for reference, the only two other phrases featured in this song, "it's certainly been (...)" and "wait", appear 12 and 79 times, respectively. So, Sparks would've gotten much closer to beating their previous record if they had simply named the song "Wait". But it probably would've been a bad idea in every other sense

[sunshinescare]

I've found out that watercolor is really hard to work with when you use cheap, old fuckin paint with limited color choices and don't use the proper paper

Reference image under cut

I found it on Pinterest, but i believe its the band Pale Waves.

[lycanvulpas]

FUCK YEAH KILLJOYS FANART

(I do not ship ferard I ship the characters from the Killjoys comic they both happen to play)