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the fact that Ryan wrote the entirety of fever, including arguably one of the catchiest and most memorable songs of the 2000s and the line “I’ve got more wit a better kiss a hotter touch a better fuck” while looking like a fucking troll doll is so inspirational tbh…like if some grease monster with a flat ironed bob and a permanent newsboy cap can influence a generation i can at least get out of bed to brush my teeth
Why don’t male musicians dress cool and extravagantly and weird anymore? Don’t y'all now you’re performers? Why do y'all just wear khaki pants and flannels with the buttons all the way up? Where’s your disco outfits? Where’s your hammer pants? Why aren’t y'all out here looking like Liberace or Elton John? Where is your David Byrne big suit? Why’re y'all charging so much for people to see you wearing t shirt and shorts? Where are the iconic musician outfits that people used to love to dress like?
Or you could just? Let people wear what they want??
Ed Sheeran I fucking know it’s you.
The more powerful and perfect better version of “I Write Sins Not Tragedies”
FUCKING FUCK MOTHER OF ALL GODLY FUCK
THAT IS BEAUTIFUL
BRENDON WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME
JESUS GOD BRENDON
i hate you Brendon
reblogged so fast
talented fucker
Link to download?
Anonymous asked:
why is ryan ross your hero????
falsealpha answered:
oh man this is difficult for me to explain because it’s kind of stupid but okay let’s dO THIS
- when he was just a kid a) he got a scholarship to college like wow okay what a smart kid b) he dealt with a difficult home situation and c) he found a way to get himself out of there
- what he did with panic! at the disco is amazing
- his lyrics are amazing and beautiful and they make me cry but in a happy way and he’s just so talented and admirable ok
- he’s very, very, very nice to his fans and trust me i know this better than most people know it
- there’s something really humble about him a lot of the time like dudes he’s just a person deep down in that puddle of perfect
- ryan just does whatever he wants and is whoever he is and he’s not apologetic about his existence even though he’s not like cocky either and that makes me really happy bc he makes me feel like it’s okay to just be me
- his music is my favourite
- his lyrics are my favourite
- his singing is my favourite
- his tweets are my favourite
- he always makes me smile
- i don’t think there’s anyone else in the world who i admire as much and look up to as much and i look up to a lot of people so yes well done ryan
Anonymous asked:
hi! i just wanted to say i think Whatever Beauty and No Use Turning Out Your Light are so beautiful and great and literally right after i read them i never wanna stop
finleighsaid-deactivated2018090 answered:
Awww thank you! I love it when the smaller stories get some love <33
push yourself to get up before the rest of the world - start with 7am, then 6am, then 5:30am. go to the nearest hill with a big coat and a scarf and watch the sun rise.
push yourself to fall asleep earlier - start with 11pm, then 10pm, then 9pm. wake up in the morning feeling re-energized and comfortable.
get into the habit of cooking yourself a beautiful breakfast. fry tomatoes and mushrooms in real butter and garlic, fry an egg, slice up a fresh avocado and squirt way too much lemon on it. sit and eat it and do nothing else.
stretch. start by reaching for the sky as hard as you can, then trying to touch your toes. roll your head. stretch your fingers. stretch everything.
buy a 1L water bottle. start with pushing yourself to drink the whole thing in a day, then try drinking it twice.
buy a beautiful diary and a beautiful black pen. write down everything you do, including dinner dates, appointments, assignments, coffees, what you need to do that day. no detail is too small.
strip your bed of your sheets and empty your underwear draw into the washing machine. put a massive scoop of scented fabric softener in there and wash. make your bed in full.
organise your room. fold all your clothes (and bag what you don’t want), clean your mirror, your laptop, vacuum the floor. light a beautiful candle.
have a luxurious shower with your favourite music playing. wash your hair, scrub your body, brush your teeth. lather your whole body in moisturiser, get familiar with the part between your toes, your inner thighs, the back of your neck.
push yourself to go for a walk. take your headphones, go to the beach and walk. smile at strangers walking the other way and be surprised how many smile back. bring your dog and observe the dog’s behaviour. realise you can learn from your dog.
message old friends with personal jokes. reminisce. suggest a catch up soon, even if you don’t follow through. push yourself to follow through.
think long and hard about what interests you. crime? sex? boarding school? long-forgotten romance etiquette? find a book about it and read it. there is a book about literally everything.
become the person you would ideally fall in love with. let cars merge into your lane when driving. pay double for parking tickets and leave a second one in the machine. stick your tongue out at babies. compliment people on their cute clothes. challenge yourself to not ridicule anyone for a whole day. then two. then a week. walk with a straight posture. look people in the eye. ask people about their story. talk to acquaintances so they become friends.
lie in the sunshine. daydream about the life you would lead if failure wasn’t a thing. open your eyes. take small steps to make it happen for you.
This is all really good advice for dealing with long term depression and anxiety. It’s not gonna magically cure you, but I’ve pushed myself to incorporate a few of these things into my day to day routine and it helps
He hasn’t realised it yet: we’re down in the gutter, him and I. We’re not graceful. We’re not beautiful. We’re not even right: we’re lying and sinning and loving it.
The Heart Rate of a Mouse; Volume II, Book II, Chapter III. (via eyes-wild-with-misdemeanour)
Panic’s history is literally a bad-written fanfic and it’s not funny anymore
“Why didn’t you tell me you could sing?” It was difficult for Ryan to even form the words, as Brendon’s singing voice was so beautiful it almost made him speechless.
Brendon looked up from the floor, a faint blush on his cheeks revealing the nervousness he had been trying so hard to hide. “I didn’t know I could.”
“What do you mean you’re leaving the band?” Brendon said, his throat tight and his eyes filling at the brims with tears. Was he hearing him correctly? Was this a bad dream?
Ryan couldn’t look Brendon in the eye. “I can’t be in the band anymore because–”
He stopped himself. He couldn’t tell him the real reason. He couldn’t tell him it was because he was so in love with him.
“I just can’t stand being in this band anymore, alright? I’m just sick of it. I-I’m… I’m sick of you.”
And with that, Ryan was gone.
“I guess it’s just us then.” Brendon says, looking to Spencer.
“It always has been” he replies.
Brendon closes his laptop, tears in his eyes.
Another year, another cause, another member.
Gone.
Out of sight.
“I guess it’s just me now.” He says, the tears rolling down his cheeks, deep voice cracking.
“Just…. me…”
Fast forward to 2016:
Brendon was basking in the success of Panic!’s 5th studio album Death of A Bachelor. He was on his way to becoming one of the country’s top acts and he was married to a wonderful girl. He had received a lot of flak for kicking out the other members, but he didn’t really mind going solo.
He should’ve been happy. But.. He couldn’t deny the uneasy feeling at the pit if his stomach.. The emptiness he felt while singing songs from Pretty Odd..which finally drove him to remove them from his set list.. The guilt that ate at him every time he purposefully dissed ex members.. rather a certain ex members while interacting with his fans.
Suddenly, his phone beeped.
He opened the text message, from an unknown number..
“Hey..loved the new album.”
He frowned. He had loads of friends. Who could it be?
“Who’s dis???” he texted.
The sender responded almost immediately.
“Ryan Ross :) ”