not being in a band anymore and stuff

fred probably thought he was gonna have a nice relaxing af year cheering Archie on at football games and chillin now a kid is dead both his old flames from hs are back in his life (hermione and fp) he has a new son for whom he’s been falsifying documents he just found out his actual son was being sexually abused all summer and he can’t even park in his garage anymore bc it’s all soundproof and full of band stuff

If You're Constantly Shitting On Fall Out Boy's New Sound Guess What?

You’re not a real fan! 👍🏼I’m just so tired of hearing people saying things like “I wish they would go back to their old sound.” Guess what buddy their “old sound” is not only out-dated for this time period in music, but is almost impossible to go back to. That is unless you want Pete (and Patrick if you wanna get really specific) to go back to being extremely mentally ill and/or near suicidal. Literally the only reason their old stuff is different than their new stuff is because Pete isn’t in such a fucked up place anymore and because FOB as a band has grown up. So far, and from my understanding, M A N I A is seemingly a collection of songs about how they’re grown up and much better versions of themselves, but you want IoH, an album that is described simply as melancholy (literally featuring songs about Pete’s suicide attempt) you want FUTCT an album with an angsty sound and vibe to it, you want TttYG an album written by teenagers. You’re saying you hate M A N I A now, but I guarantee you’re gonna treat it like Folie 2.0 in the future. I mean I love pre-hiatus FOB, my favorite album is TttYG, and if FOB really wanted they could keep jerking off to FUtCT-esque albums for the rest of what would make their sorry careers and you so called fans happy, but they don’t, because that actually would make them sell outs. Experimenting with their music because it’s their band and their music, doesn’t make them sell outs. Long story short instead of hating on them every time they release a single how about you just accept you’re a fake fan, and you’re only really a fan of their more rock sounding albums and quit ruing it for the rest of us real fans.

anonymous asked:

so im kinda new, and i dont get it... what happened between Brendon and Ryan and why is Brendon butthurt??


Well, I dont wanna start talking about Ryden, BUT I WILL. You know that a lot of people (including me) ship Ryden like A LOT, and swear to god that they were hooking up (see, im not using the word love, i said hooking), but another part just afirm that Ryan Ross didnt love Brendon Urie as Brendon Urie loved him or started to falling in love for him. YAS. Well, I dont know if you are in to Ryden but  I will give you a WHOLE masterpost about it:

(read it, like SERIOUSLY, its a lot of information).

A lot of people think Ryan was very confused about his life in the end of the A Fever Era and Keltie Colleen (his ex fiancee) was there too.

Well, well, butthurt stuff.

When you watch the Pretty. ODD. DVD you can see the music producer sayin that “one of the hardest parts was picking which part Brendon would sing and which Ryan would sing” then the camera cuts to their faces, they are not happy about it. Months after, P!ATD got split in two.

Some people of the fanbase just PICK a side, or you were going with Brendon Urie or with Ryan Ross. Well, Jon and Ryan get HELLA MAD because they thought Brendon and Spencer would change P!ATD’s name and start again with a new band like them, but well, they didnt because people knooow them. And well, the problem starts there.

They stopped talking for a longe time, when Brendon and Ryan acidentally met at a restaurant? I dont know, maybe a shopping, AND:


Well, after that, they keep saying that “oh, they are still friends blablablablabl a lot of shit” but then Brendon gave a interview for a radiostation saying that when they split, Brendon and Spencer where like “WELL, FUCK THOSE GUYS” but P!ATD still promoting The Young Veins new songs on their website. Welll… butthurt!

Then, Ryan and Jon started being hella aloof about P!ATD on twitter and interviews, Jon even said that Brendon and Spencer had no talent in a magazine interview, then, he apologized on the internet, saying that “they should keep going with their lifes and forget the past”.

When, The Young Veins didnt work out and time passed, Brendon said he had lunch with Ryan Ross and they were in the same events (but not talking or together) in pictures.

Last year Brendon gave an interview IN MY OPINION FULL OF BULLSHIT AND BUTTHURT STUFF, saying that “Ryan Ross didnt let him do stuff and be free, so he get very sad and thought he couldnt do stuff, and that now he could be free” look, im not saying Ryan Ross wasnt controlling P!ATD, because everyone knows he was the head of the band, writing the first two CDS almost all by himself, but Brendon was acting like his life was awful. And then, he said that “Ryan didnt let him sing and he got very upset about it because HE WAS THE LEAD SINGER AND IT WAS HIS JOB! HE WASNT DOING IT WELL?” I know, very childish of Brendon, because Ryan just wanted to sing some songs and parts and JUST IT, songs HE WROTE. How the fuck you get upset with someone who let you be the voice of his feelings and then ask you just to sing a few songs because its his feeling? LIKE, WHAT THE FUCK BRENDON.

Well, now we are here. We dont know if they talk, some people say that Ryan Ross want to do something, like a song with P!ATD while P!ATD keep struggling to find a regular guitarist since Ryan Ross left. 

AH, we cANT forget that Brendon Urie used to cry on the verse “but melt your headaches and call it home” because Ryan told him to give A LOT of attention to this part, like Brendon wrote it.

And he cried, since Ryan left.

He also wrote “Hurricane” for Ryan and, according to the fanbase, almost every Vices & Virtues song.

I think they miss being a parte of a thing, (im not saying like a couple, but brendon also came out as bisexual last year), but, doing music and not in this limbo of butthurt stuff.

I love them a lot, Im rooting for them… A LOT.





Thief (Day 3: Clothes)

I enjoy the idea of Maka being a clothing thief
*By the way, Kleptomania means that you love to steal stuff, and you can’t stop.

Just like most addictions, it started out small.

After just about a year of their partnership, Maka almost felt entitled to her weapons clothing. It was comforting. She didn’t like to admit it, but she felt safe when the smell of his cologne engulfed her. It was like a drug.

But like I said, it started out small.

Just a band T-shirt. Panic! At The Disco, in fact, and Soul didn’t really listen to them much anymore. He wouldn’t notice. And he didn’t. Since they didn’t sleep together (not yet, anyway), she wore it almost every night. The shirt went all the way passed her knees. When it lost his scent? More cologne.

She started taking more. Just the small stuff, of course. Old shirts, jackets, headband etc. As far as Maka knew, Soul could never tell! It was all stuff he wouldn’t notice, so there really wasn’t any need to worry. It was nothing to worry about, right?

Then, Soul started going on missions on his own. Long ones. Though it wasn’t too often, they could last weeks at a time. She would only have Blair, or ‘Bu-tan’, who meant well, but wasn’t the best comforter.

Maka didn’t like to think that she needed a man to feel safe, but the way Soul cared for her, always lured her into a sense of security. He protected her. Even from the small stuff, like spiders (Maka hated those bastards!).

So, stealthily sneaking into her weapons room, the scythe meister took the letterman jacket he never wears anymore, and wrapped it around her body. She was instantly calmed, and soon went to bed and fell asleep that night.

After the two dorks finally confessed their love for each other, it was normal for her to wear his clothes from time to time. Of course, she only wore the clothes he let her borrow in front of him. She was smart about these kinds of things.

But Soul knew.

Oh boy, he knew.

He always thought it was cute, honestly. Until she started taking more. Soul had noticed that more and more of his favorite shirts had gone missing, and he knew for sure who the culprit was. But this stealing would go on no more.

He was gonna catch her in the act.

All alone in his room, pretending to be asleep, he heard his little meister silently twisting his door knob, and make the door creak. Poking her adorable head in, she called her weapons name quietly. Receiving no response, she continued into the jaws of the dragon.

Tip-toeing her way into the room, she went straight for the dresser, with one goal in mind. Sifting through the options, Maka finally found the one that would satisfy her. His Piano Man shirt!

Scaring the living daylights put her, he jumped up, and shouted, “AHA!”

“KYAAA!” Throwing the shirt in the air, she hopped about three feet, along with the shirt. “Damnit Soul! What the hell was that for?!”

“I finally caught you! How long have you been even stealing my stuff?!?” He shouted in pseudo anger. She then mumbled to herself, so Soul was unable to catch it.

“What was that, Maka?”

Sighing, she gave in, and responded, “3, maybe 4 years?” She gave a crooked smile and shrugged.

“Maka, you have a problem,” Soul deadpanned.

She scoffed. “I do not!”

“Maks,” He said flatly, using the nickname Star gave her. “you’re a kleptomaniac.”

She blushed, yet was also surprised he used such a big word, and stuttered, “I-I am not! Shut up!”

“Oh yeah? Where’s my letterman jacket?”

And with that, Maka ran out of the room from her boyfriend, a giggling mess all the way, with the man in question on her tail.


Truth Is Now Acceptable

Pairing: none

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @bipolardonnie. “could i request a oneshot with an ftm reader who is drummer of mcr? where he comes out to the whole band and they all receive it well and cuddles ensue? xx”

“You cut your hair,” Ray noticed as he brushed past you on the tour bus, trying to reach the cabinet where the band kept their food,  so he could have breakfast before you arrived at the next venue.

“…..Yeah,” you shrugged vaguely.

“Well, I like it,” Ray smiled. “I think the pixie cut thing suits you a lot more than long hair, anyway.”

“Thanks,” you smiled back, unsure whether to say more. The haircut was the first step in the beginning of something you’d wanted, but been terrified, to do for a long time now. If your friend and bandmate was accepting of this first change, that was a good sign….right?

Better be brave, you decided, and move on to phase two.

“Is Frank awake yet?” you asked curiously.

“Yeah, I’m up,” Frank mumbled sleepily as he got out of his bunk. “Shit, where are we playing today?”

“Chicago, I think?” you shrugged. You’d had a lot more on your mind last night than the upcoming concert.

Maybe I should have rehearsed my drumming more, you thought with a hint of self-doubt. Is it selfish of me to do this now, when it could distract from my music career? If what I’m about to do causes drama within the band, how are we going to perform together?

“Anyway, Y/N, why were you looking for me?” Frank wondered.

“Oh……..” Maybe I should just forget about it, you thought with a frown. You could wear the skirt that’s been your ‘uniform’ for this whole tour one more night. You were used to living a lie.

No, you thought. The dysphoria it gives me is too damn much. You told yourself, firmly, to man up.

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jonastrohman  asked:

I love FOB with all of my heart, but I can't get behind the pop sound. Their new song is cool, but it doesn't sound like them. I know they're trying new things, but the fans of their early stuff are kind of feeling betrayed.

you kinda had me until that last sentence uh

tbh people were saying the same stuff about folie when that came out like

as we (sadly) get past the golden age of emo bands are gonna move on to try and stay relevant like theyre not the only ones doing it and not every emo band is doing it impeccably

pre hiatus fans are welcome to stay at home and jerk off to their copy of tttyg theyre not really entitled to how they wanna write their music

if people dont like it then dont listen but they’re not betraying anyone by not being sad and angsty anymore theyre all grown yall

anonymous asked:

No one seems to give a shit about Jason anymore. Rob gets all the attention. He's a nice guy but I don't like it. I'll be the last person ever to stand (if I have to) saying that Jason was and still is and 10/10 will always be waaaaaayyyyy better than Rob. Why couldnt it have been Les Claypool or Pepper Keenan?

You’re entitled to your opinions anon and I get it. I miss Jason’s back up vocals and the energy he brought on stage BUT I will defend rob with my whole being. You may not like him but you can’t deny that he is very talented and has brought a lot to the Metallica family. Don’t forget, just because Jason left the band doesn’t mean he isn’t loved anymore. People followed him when he did Voivod, when he did Newsted (His album) And even when he was doing his country stuff as well; He will always be apart of Metallica and people will always give a shit about him.

Talk Me Down

AN: This wasn’t requested to me. This is based on this prompt by @otpprompts and I thought I would give it a try. This is completely fiction.

I jumped slightly when my ringtone went off, filling the silent room with the up beat tune. I put my pencil down and unplugged my phone from the charger, slightly annoyed at whoever was calling me this late when I was trying to get some work done. I had procrastinated long enough on this essay and was now trying to hurry up and finish it before class tomorrow. I didn’t recognize the number, but it did have the same area code as me. “Hello?”

“Hey…I uh don’t really know how these things work but I th-thought I’d give it a try. I’m having…thoughts, tonight and I guess I just need to talk to someone before I do anything.”

“Who is this?”

“Oh uh, my name’s Gerard. Do you guys record these?”

“I’m sorry but i’m a little confused. I think you have the wrong number.” There was a long pause. I glanced at my phone to see if the man hung up.

“…This isn’t a Suicide Hotline, is it?” My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I chocked on my words. I felt an aching sadness and concern for the stranger, replaying his words over in my head. This guy was about to kill himself and I would be the last person he talked to.

“No…it’s not.”

“Fuck, i’m so sorry. I’m sorry I bothered you. I probably sound like a fuckin’ weirdo, I won’t call you agai-”

“Wait, you don’t have to go. Do you want to…talk?” I said quickly before he could hang up.


“I’m assuming you want to talk to someone, maybe I can help?”

“I don’t know…there’s a lot to say.”

“I’ve got time.” I didn’t.

“Okay…uh where should I start?”

“From where ever you want.”

“Okay, I guess it all starts back from school…”

Gerard and I talked for over two hours, him doing most of the talking while I listened. He slowly grew more comfortable, telling me about his past and how the stress of being the front man of an upcoming rock band has been taking a toll on him. And good old fashion depression didn’t help any of this It started out as a couple drinks to ease his stage fright, then a couple more drinks to imitate a rock star persona while he performed, then even more drinks to feel normal when he woke up. Now, he feels like he needs it just to be “Stage Gerard” and has moved on to heavier stuff. “I just don’t know what to do anymore…I know it’s bad but I can’t stop. I’m just ready for this to be over.” His voice was quiet and scratchy, like he’s been crying.

“There’s always a reason to keep living Gerard, you can’t quit. A lot of people believe in you and care about you. You said you had a brother?”

“Yeah, Mikey, he’s my little brother.”

“Your brother cares about you and I know he wouldn’t want anything to happen to you. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Why shouldn’t I? I’m tired of living with all this pain, i’m tired of hating myself, i’m tired of drinking and doing drugs. I can’t live like this anymore.”

“I know, but you have to keep going. You told me that your fans have told you you saved their lives. You have a purpose Gerard and even if it’s giving people hope by playing in dingy underground venues, it’s worth fighting for.” I was trying to be very careful with my words. If only I would have read those suicide prevention threads more seriously, maybe I would know what to say. I heard a few sniffles on the line and some raspy breathing. 

“Okay…okay you’re right. I can’t do this to my fans.”

“Are you alone right now?”

“Uh no, i’m standing outside my tour bus.”

“Can you promise me when you get off the phone you’ll go wake someone up and talk to them?” I could tell by the slur in his voice he was drunk and he needed someone to be there with him physically until he sobered up.

“Okay, I will.”


“Promise. Thanks for listening to me.”

“Thanks for sharing. You can call me if you ever need to talk.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. We have the same area code so i’m assuming you live near me. Maybe we can go get coffee sometime?” I used the one tactic I did remember. I recalled when we had a big lecture on suicide in high school and the counselor said that sometimes making plans with someone who is suicidal can help. Giving them a day to look forward to could be enough motivation to keep living. 

“I like coffee. Okay, can I call you tomorrow?”

“Sure, anytime after noon because I’ll most likely be asleep before that,” I laughed, smiling when I heard him laugh too.

“Okay, okay good. I never got your name by the way?”

“It’s Y/n.”

“Y/n…that’s a really pretty name. Thank you Y/n. I’ll let you get some sleep since it’s almost 2 in the morning.”

“Okay, remember our promise.”

“I know, I know. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Gerard.” I sighed when he hung up, feeling numb as I set my phone back down. I felt a little proud that I helped him, but was still extremely worried about him. I was tempted to call him back in a few minutes to see if he was alright, but decided against it. That’s why I almost teared up in relief when the number flashed on my phone the next day as I exited my dorm. He was talking as soon as I answered the phone, repeating the same phrase over and over again in a cheery voice.

“Thank you.”


what’s in my bag !!

the contents vary depending on what assignments/projects i have to do that day, so this is just what i had in my bag today. some textbooks are left at home while others are kept in my locker.

backpack = north face borealis
(the one i have is 4 years old so the exact version i have probably isn’t being sold anymore. there is a different version of the borealis currently being sold now tho)

  • binders (i have one for each class)
  • folders (hold papers i need each day bc i don’t want to carry 6 binders)
  • notebooks
  • pencil case (contents here)
  • school planner
  • water bottle
  • textbooks
  • little black bag holding feminine products, band-aids, hair-ties, etc
  • peach hand lotion
  • blotting sheets
  • lip balm
  • cough drops + mints
  • graphing calculator
  • phone
  • wallet
  • ipod + earphones
Daddy’s Girl

It had started when you had told him you were expecting. You’d thought he would act in a similar way to the expectant dads on YouTube pregnancy announcements and ‘telling the father’ videos you’d been watching in preparation - awkwardly happy and comforting. But nothing could have prepared you for him dropping to his knees and crying loudly, blubbering asking you ’are you sure? Do you promise me?' 

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thai-chan29  asked:

How would B1A4 and BTOB react to you beinh loopy from removing all of your wisdom teeth in one day? And saying weird stuff like "Spongebob you there?!" To a pineapple.

AHAHAH MAAAN. Gonna do both bands because this request made me crack up. Please next time ask for one band per question ;D


Jinyoung: [entertains you with something that is not even funny anymore when you`re in normal condition]

CNU: What is… going on in here?

Sandeul: [secretly wishes this condition of yours would never stop] Kyyaaa so cute~

Baro: [when you keep insisting on Spongebob ‘opening the door’]

Gongchan: [watches you in amusement]


Eunkwang: [joins you by starting being weird Eunkwang]

Minhyuk: [doesn`t interfere you. Watches you for the fun of it]

Changsub: Hey! You`re trying to visit him without notifying him beforehand! That`s rude

Hyunsik: [loses it at some point]

Peniel: Who`s weird now? You`re weirder than I am! [time to celebrate it with a random dance]

Ilhoon: I will remember every moment of it to embarrass you later!

Sungjae: [another one to join you in acting weird]

(As always, gifs aren`t mine. Cr. To gif owners)

I’m going to start posting/ making stuff more about other bands/artists that I love /i like again. I will make TK gifs and edits on this blog eventually. Since TK tumblr fandom here has changed a lot over the last years, maybe because of new blogs who seems to enjoy it more to intimidate others and start nonsense drama about every fucking shit, so why i even try to make stuff for this fandom anymore? I had enough. Also i miss my old tumblr friends who don’t post anymore on here. Anyway i have my other TK blog (ihearthekillers) you all can follow this one, i’ll still continue posting/ reblogging info, photos and stuff related to support them (as i always did and i’ll always do) in that blog and also because it’s the website for my FB community so with the promo for the 5th album it has to be updated every week.


Now I haven’t talked about major release music much here. But I think it’s time for a special case, because one of my all-time favorites just committed suicide a week ago. I’m sure you already know who I’m talking about now but it’s time I give out some of my own thoughts.

Chester Bennington was the iconic voice of Linkin Park. Said band for the longest time I considered my favorite band. While I don’t consider them my #1 favorite anymore (I actually can’t say a favorite now. I’ve discovered so many good metal/alternative rock/etc. stuff recently I can’t just say one is top over all). I still love their music a lot. And listening to them in my younger days probably helped shape my music tastes. I can thank Linkin Park to being my gateway to so many rocking music that I currently have stored on my iTunes. While I kinda agree that Linkin Park’s kinda fallen off since their first two albums that’s not to say they didn’t have any hits afterward.

In fact this post I want to share links to some of my favorite songs from Linkin Park and/or Chester Bennington. Because there’s no better tribute to a recently deceased musician then to share the love for the music they made in their lifetimes. Some of these I actually didn’t discover until I decided to look at all of Chester’s discography after his unfortunate death. Because as much as I was a Linkin Park fan, I never did get the feeling to find everything Chester did. So I found some good songs that I probably wouldn’t have found until much later if ever. It’s still sad that he’s gone, but at least I got some new tracks from him that I’ll cherish amongst my collection of songs to listen to amongst all the old favorites.

After the break I’ll share links to youtube videos and also some thoughts on particular songs that were some of my favorites throughout Chester and/or Linkin Park’s career.

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Kind of glad I didn’t watch the APMAS because apparently it sucked. My boys in Palaye Royale didn’t win best underground band and I’m pissed. Sleeping with sirens played their new garbage song. 21P won bc of fucking course they won something. Andy biersack isn’t relevant anymore and he SUCKED live as a solo artist.

Sorry for the random spam of not writing stuff. Just being an angry emo kid over my bands not winning the awards they deserved.

anonymous asked:

What's happening with Bob bryar ??

he tweeted about being kicked out of mcr and people are giving him shit for it as always, while completely ignoring what he was saying about his mental illness and apparently taking too much medication (which he deleted like a minute later and said “forget about that pill stuff”). i’m really concerned about him but a lot of people are just hating on him as usual because apparently it’s ok to side with mikey way who sobered up and got better and hate bob who hasn’t gotten there yet.

my music taste has kind of gone all over the place- i dont really know how to feel about it yet, over than “not bad”. like, i feel weird for still positively thinking about and considering myself a fan of bands who i dont actually listen to much anymore, but also… they were really important to me, and so i still care about them? like, i still like collecting TMBG CDs and i would definitely see them if they went on tour near me, even though i’m almost never in the mood for their music anymore and havent listened to much of the stuff they made after Nanobots?
like, even though my identity doesnt hinge on being a fan of them anymore, i still appreciate what being a fan of them meant to me, and a lot of stuff about their music even if i dont listen to it much anymore.

its kind of the same with the aquabats, too (although they scare me a bit more… im unsure of their politics, and i dont have a huge amount of faith that they dont have some shit ass opinions…… dont know how i’d deal with finding out that they’re like, really shitty… i just have to keep hoping that they’re not going to do something horrible. their aesthetic and general persona is very good and positive and meant a lot to me in high school and helped me learn to appreciate things that arent ‘cool’ and to form my own tastes and opinions. but i also dont want to be in denial if they DO do shitty things… which, like, they’ve done a few of those, for sure, just nothing that has completely ruined their music for me yet. eeehhhhhHh…)

anyway i cant even say that my taste has gotten BETTER, i still keep listening to whatever i feel like that isnt reprehensible or made by people who i know are reprehensible

Bringing your daughter on tour - Michael Clifford

It was Michael’s idea to bring you and your daughter on tour with the guys. You were a bit sceptical at first, your daughter being only seven months old and also being pretty small for her age (having been born almost 3 weeks premature), but you soon warmed up to the idea.

The guys were due on stage in less than an hour as you sat on one of the large sofas in the dressing room, your daughter on your lap as you watched them all standing around and talking; probably band stuff.

Your daughter started to squirm on your lap, obviously not wanting to be held anymore, so you set her down on the floor in front of you. Being a typical daddy’s girl, she immediately began to crawl towards Michael

“DA!” she squealed loudly, tapping her tiny hand on the back of his leg as she looked up at him, an adorable toothless grin plastered on her face.

He smiled down at her for a second before bending down and picking her up, “what’s up baby girl?” he asked, holding her on his hip.

She just smiled back at him for a second, “Da!” she squealed again, collapsing against his chest.

“Oh, you just wanted daddy? Okay” he chuckled slightly, placing his other hand on her side to keep her steady.

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Be a Fan (:

After reading so many things on social media directly mentioned towards any P!ATD member and crew members, I strongly felt the need to write this and share this with people.

Definition of fan:

• an enthusiastic devotee, follower, or admirer of a sport, pastime, celebrity, etc.

Definition of creep (slang):

•A disgusting and obnoxious person.

A prime example of a fan:

I truly am a fan of my favorite band Panic! at the Disco. I support them by buying their band merch, their songs, and attending their concerts. I absolutely love their music and respect what they do. I do not judge them based on their lifestyles or actions. I do not disrespect the members’ families/friends and direct mean things towards them. I don’t constantly bug Brendon Urie about past events because no one likes to be constantly reminded of events that occurred years ago.

Some examples of creeps:

•Tweeting “DADDY” to Dallon Weekes. Unless you are Knox or Amelie. Which you are not. (I know some of you try to be funny, but even Dallon mentioned it is straight up “weird as shit”.)

•Tweeting Brendon nasty disgusting tweets. Yes we know he is a magnificent beautiful human being, but would you like it if people told you every day “FIST ME” “SUCK MY ASS”? Also, it’d be nice if people would stop sending him things related to the “milk fic”. Even he has stated that it is very creepy. I would post screenshots of disgusting/weird tweets that are directed towards Brendon, however, I don’t want to single anyone out.

•Invading the privacy of any band member. (Like I said before, they’re humans just like us, you wouldn’t like it if someone were to stalk you.)

•Tweeting to Sarah anything having to do with “Ryden”. Come on guys she is a happily married woman and it sucks that she has to deal with hate everyday from people who tweet these things towards her. It’s been 5 years dammnit. (Sarah if you ever somehow read this, you are a very beautiful person inside and out and I am extremely glad that you make Brendon so happy.)

•Being weird towards Zack. I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like it if you were his age and there are 13-17 year olds that constantly tell you extremely innapropriate things.

(Also, I’m pretty sure Zack would appreciate if you guys would stop requesting him on Instagram. Come on people, it clearly says that his IG is private and it’s staying that way. (I wonder why? Oh yeah because there is creepy mean people out there!))

Now, according to the first amendment I know we are all entitled to freedom of speech but I just want people to respect these people I admire. I absolutely love and look up to Brendon Urie and he is the main reason why I have this immense ambition to be a great musician. I admire Dallon, Kenneth, and Dan for being outstanding musicians and great entertainers. I respect Zack for keeping the band safe and the crew for making each show run smoothly.  Be a loving fan towards the band. Respect the crew. Be kind to any friends/family related to the band. I know you guys mean no harm with the creepy stuff and you just want to be noticed by any member but maybe because of you guys we aren’t allowed to meet and greet the band after the shows. Maybe because of the creeps, Brendon won’t go on snapchat anymore. (I miss sending him appropriate and friendly snapchats. )The creepy fan who gave the band cookies made out of hair is the reason why I can’t make delicious homemade treats and give them to the band.

If any of you fans are still reading this, do me a huge favor. Go tweet something kind to any band member, crew member, or family of the band members. Go post hearts on the Panic! Instagram page to show your love towards them. Thank them for the stuff they do. Let us just all be nice towards them:)

P.S Brendon if you ever ever see this, thank you for being around for 10 years in the music business. Your music and lyrics are outstanding and you are such an amazing entertainer. Please stay rocking until you are 80 years old. I promise I will always be your fan. You are my hero and I love you.

Hurricane - Luke (Part 2)

Part 1

Summary: something is keeping them apart 

A/N: you guys are going to kill me lol ohh the feeels !! 

The guys were pretty busy with their music and all of the other stuff that came along with being in a band so she found herself with a lot of free time. Michael didn’t like the idea of her going off to explore the city on her own but he had to accept that they weren’t kids anymore and her couldn’t be so controlling.

When she got to the point where she felt like she had really seen every corner of LA she started spending most of her days at the beach. It felt like a good thing, like she was on a real vacation. She didn’t have to worry so much about awkward encounters with Luke when she was out of the house. 

She caught him a few times, staring at her for a little longer then necessary. It made her nervous; she didn’t know what his deal was. A few times at night he had tried to get her to stay outside with him by the fire pit when the other boys had gone to sleep, but she didn’t want to be alone with him.

Her worse nightmare would be to have a conversation about what happened last time she came to visit. She would be mortified to hear him apologize for kissing her; the situation was already embarrassing enough. All she wanted was to get through her trip, hopefully, without having to address what happened at all. She wanted to pretend like it never did, even though she thought about it ever day and night, she thought about the way his lips were soft against hers, and the way is large hand felt on her waist as he pulled her close to him, she thought about the way her heart beat faster then she knew possible when she felt his chest press against hers.

It was hard; pretending like him kissing her didn’t mean the whole world to her. It also sucked though, because she was sure he probably hadn’t even thought twice about it. She needed a distraction from him, she needed something to keep her mind from constantly floating back to thoughts of him.

She met Riley at the perfect time. She was sunning on the beach when his volleyball came darting directly at her. She didn’t understand what all the commotion was when she felt the sand kick up beside her. When she sat up she saw him, he was sun tanned and muscular with shaggy blond hair and black Oakley sunglasses. She wiped the sand out of her face and smiled at him asking if he was okay.

“I just saved you from getting nailed!” he told her in he smooth California accent.

She thanked him sweetly, still not exactly sure what had happened because her eyes were closed. When he stood up he reached his hand out to hers, asking for her to come play with them.

She was hesitant at first, but she hadn’t really had much social interaction since she’d gotten to California, and there was also no denying that Riley was really hot.

After that day they started hanging out most days. It turned out that Riley was a surfer and spent a lot of his time at the beach. They really hit it off and Riley seemed genuinely interested in her, which was a nice distraction from liking someone who would never feel the same. She would meet him at the beach and she would drink Coronas with him and his friends or he would take her out into the water and attempt to teach her how to surf. Some days they would go out on his surf teams jet skis or take cruises on the boat, he even convinced her to go fishing with him one day.

She hadn’t told Michael about Riley, she knew he would want to meet him and that he probably wouldn’t be happy about it. If Mikey could have it his way he would keep y/n locked inside forever, far away from any guys. It pissed her off sometimes the way he was so protective, it wasn’t even normal but when she asked him why he had a valid point.

“I am a guy, y/n” he told her, “I think like a guy, I know what they’re thinking when they look at you, its disgusting, guys are fucking pigs, I mean look at you y/n you’re beautiful I have to look out for you, I had to start punching kids in the sixth grade the day Jared McAvoy realized you got boobs. I’m telling you they don’t have wholesome thoughts, you’ll be single forever if its up to me. No one is taking advantage of my baby sister.”

She fucking hated those words, ‘baby sister”; he knew they made her angry since they were literally the exact same age. But he had a point; there were guys who were pretty creepy to her in the past, for a long time she looked older then she was so she has had a lot of guys unknowingly say some provocative things to her.

She only saw Riley during the day usually, while the guys were in the studio or out doing promo. She had told him all about who her brother was and how he was so protective over her and Riley kind of understood. She was always back at the boys house by 6:30 pm before the boys got back.

One day while lying on the beach, Riley sat up and looked at her dead serious, “You gotta come with me to this party tonight,” he insisted. “It is at this huge mansion and there is going to be a ton of pros there and shit and I really want you to come with me.” He put his hands together like he was praying and made a puppy dogface.

She bit her bottom lip, “I don’t know, I would have to tell my brother where I was going and he would want to meet you and then so would the other guys and they would all give you the third degree.. Like I’m not joking Ry they aren’t going to be nice to you, they all think they’re funny and get a kick out of screwing with my life.”

“I’ll do it.” He told her, not even thinking twice about it.

She stood in the kitchen with Mikey, Ashton, and Calum around the center island as they devoured pizza. This was probably the best chance to bring up that she was going out tonight, especially since Luke wasn’t around. It was stupid, but she kind of didn’t want Luke to know about Riley, let alone meet him.

“So I’m going out tonight, guys.” She said hesitantly.

“Nice, where we going?” Calum asked immediately as if they were invited, the boy was always looking to party.

“Sorry, you guys can’t come with me..” she tried to let him down easily.

Michael raised an eyebrow, pizza still hanging out of his mouth, “Where?” he asked quizzically.

She hesitated, “Well, to this party.. its at a mansion and there is going to be a bunch of pro surfers there, I’m really excited.”

Ashton chuckled, “First of all since when do you know anything about surfing, second of all how the hell did you get an invite?”

Calum laughed, “Bet she wore that black bikini to the beach today, the one that shows off her ass,”

Immediately Michaels’ hand was smacking the back of Calum’s head aggressively enough for him to choke a bit.

“I’m kind of going with this guy I’ve been hanging out with,” She mumbled and all of their eyes widened.

 “NO.” Michael said pointedly.

 “No, What? Michael” She asked.

“No, you’re not going.”

“Okay yes, I am, you guys need to stop with this shit I’m not some fucking porcelain doll, stop treating me like a child, I’m not even a virgin you people act like I’m the fucking mother Mary.”

Ashton’s hands shot up to cover his ears jokingly, “OH MY GOD Y/N too much information, shit my precious ears!”

Calum was standing there laughing hysterically and Michaels face looked as if he had just seen a ghost. He clenched his jaw; “I didn’t think I was going to have to commit murder this early in life.” He growled.

“Mike you need to get the fuck over this crazy protecting me thing, you’ve been away for four years, a lot has changed.”

They all stared at her with shocked expressions on their faces. She shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “I’m sorry guys, I’m going.”

“Going where?” just then Luke walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face and her heart dropped, great fucking timing.

Ashton answered his question, “Y/n thinks she is going to a mansion party with a bunch of surfers and some guy she’s been secretly hanging out with tonight.”

Luke’s jaw dropped open a little bit first noticing the anger on Michaels face and then looking to her. She hated when he looked at her the way he was at this second, with his fucking big blue eyes and pouty lips.

Luke raised an eyebrow, “Whose the guy?”

Her chest tightened, of course he would ask that. “His name is Riley,” she shrugged trying not to look Luke in the eyes, “We met on the beach and have been hanging out a lot, we’re just friend.” She didn’t know why she felt compelled to add that they were just friends at the end, she wasn’t exactly sure what her and Riley were doing, they hadn’t hooked up or anything but were always flirting with each other.

Luke rolled his eyes dramatically, “I highly doubt he wants to just be your friend,” he walked forwards grabbing a slice.

“So when do we meet him?” he asked sounding as agitated as Michael was.

She laughed sarcastically, “Uhm, you’re not.”

Michael and Luke both answered simultaneously, “Yes.. We are”

“Ughhh, I knew this was going to happen” she threw her pizza down dramatically and stomped towards the stairs.


She walked into the living room where they were all sitting around the TV playing FIFA. She was wearing a long sleeve black fishnet shirt with a black biking top underneath and denim shorts.

Calum noticed her first, “Daymnn, y/n you look hot!”

Luke paused the game and they all turned to look at her, Michael voicing his opinion immediately, “You’re not going out like that, go change.” He said sternly.

“Shut the fuck up yes I am,” she spit back at him; she was over him trying to act like a parent.

“Guess you really like this guy,” Luke mumbled with a strange look on his face.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know, I just wanted to look nice.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to lie to Luke, she knew she liked Riley, when she was with him she had fun and he was very attractive, but for some reason, she felt like she had to make it seem like she was unsure when Luke asked.

The doorbell rang and her stomach tightened. She had been dreading this moment all day. She walked over and opened the door slowly, to see a handsomely dressed Riley, she was so used to seeing him in only in swim trunks.

“Wow, y/n” were the first words that came out of her mouth, “You look.. holy shit.”

She smiled at him and glanced over her shoulder to see the four boys all staring at her. She invited Riley in and walked him towards the living room to where they were sitting, waiting to rip this kid apart.

Riley introduced himself and the all gave him an unimpressed “Hey” before the questioning began. Luke and Michael both were glaring at him while Calum and Ashton were a bit less harsh. She understood why Michael was being an ass, because he always was, but she wasn’t sure what the fuck Luke’s deal was.

She felt bad for Riley; they were fucking brutal. She took a step closer to where he was standing and reached out, gently grabbing onto his arm. She noticed Luke clench his jaw at that moment before standing up and walking out of the room.

She was getting really annoyed, she had begged the guys to be nice to him and they were far from it. Finally she had enough.

“Okay, we’re leaving,” she announced abruptly. “Fuck,” she looked at Riley, “I gotta run upstairs and grab my vans, I’m sorry to leave you alone with these idiots.”


He saw her run into her room through the crack of his bedroom door. He didn’t know what came over him, maybe it was the competition standing downstairs, but he had to say something to her. It was now or never.

He walked into her room where she was standing digging through a duffle bag full of shoes. When she noticed him she slowly turned her head to look at him and stopped what she was doing.

“What’s up Luke?” she asked as if nothing was going on, turning back to her bag.

“So you’re really into that loser?” he asked, doing his best not to sound jealous. 

She stopped what she was doing once again, shooting him a look, “Why do you even care, Luke? What’s your deal? You didn’t have to be such a jerk to him.”

Luke walked closer to her, “You know, you haven’t given me a single chance to talk to you alone since you got here.

She looked at him like a deer in headlights, swallowing hard. “You know where my room is, if you had something important to say you could have found me.” She told him narrowing her eyes slightly.

He moved closer to her and she froze, “You know that night when I kissed you, I hadn’t had too much to drink yet, I didn’t get drunk and make out with my buddies sister”

He couldn’t read the expression on her face, her eyes were soft but her lips were pressed into a line, “What are you saying Luke?”

“I kissed you because I wanted to, because I had been thinking about it for a while and finally got the courage and didn’t give a fuck what Michael would have to say about it.”

She inhaled deeply hearing his words, “Why are you telling me this now?” she barely whispered and he took one final step towards her.

“Because I don’t want you to go out with that guy,” he shrugged his shoulders sheepishly, reaching out to rest his hand on her waist.

She chewed on her bottom lip, “What makes you think you can come in her and tell me all this the second I’m about to leave? What makes you think you could stop me?”

He searched her eyes for a moment, choosing his words carefully, “I don’t think that,” he answered, “but it was worth a shot.”


Her heart was pounding out of her chest, why was he doing this to her? Why now? All of this was too much for her to even wrap her mind around. His hand was on her skin, his blue eyes looking deep into her soul.

“Luke,” she breathed, unable to look away from him. He didn’t let her continue; instead he leaned in pressing his lips against hers. He wrapped her other arm around her and her body went weak, she was caught in the moment, reaching up to his broad shoulders and running her fingers through his hair.

This was what she had wanted so badly, but the timing was horrible. Riley was literally standing downstairs getting tortured by her brother. FUCK, her brother.

She didn’t want to pull away from Luke, but she had to. He searched her eyes hopefully; they were begging her to say.

“Michael will kill you,” she whispered shaking her head, “maybe both of us.” Her chest was tight, stomach in knots. She looked up at the ceiling trying to fight back her emotions. “I have to go Luke,” she sighed her voice barely audible. She took a step back out of his arms, searching his eyes one last time before grabbing her shoes and slipping away form him again.

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I heard this adorable little experience about what they had done to meet the love of their life. Naturally I needed to turn it into a Crisscolfer ficlet. Hope you like it :) ~1,715 words. 

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For someone who he’d only been dating for a few weeks, Chris loved how at ease Darren was in his house. He made it a home. He wouldn’t distance himself, especially when Chris wanted him nearby, and he loved that about the man currently lounging on his sofa.

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