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Panic! At The Disco 2005 interview

Just uploaded this! It’s a real old Panic performance/interview video and it has both Brendon and Ryan in it.. and Brent

  • Sarah: You alright babe? While you were sleeping you kept whispering Ryan-
  • Brendon: Gosling, yeah. I have a thing for Ryan Gosling so I dream about him sometimes.
  • Dallon: Dude, what was happening in the dressing room? Sounded like you were moaning Ry-
  • Brendon: Ryan Gosling? I know, I got a bit carried away he’s such a handsome guy.
  • Zack: Bren...I heard you singing Northern Downpour and sobbing the name Ry-
  • Brendon: Holy shit, can’t a guy just get emotional about his crush Ryan Gosling?? Jesus!
  • TMZ: So tell me about the thing with Ry-
  • Brendon: Ryan Ross? Yeah, we text sometimes. Actually I ran into him at a Halloween party and I almost didn’t recognize him cause he was wearing a gremlin costu- fuuuuuck.
Humans are Weird: Pregnancy

What if most alien species reproduce like avians or reptiles with large clutches of eggs which they don’t spend much time with, so the concept of raising a child inside of oneself is absolutely disgusting. 

Y’xplc wandered the corridors of the ship in the middle of the night-not that it mattered in space. Most everyone was in their sleeping pods, but he heard shouts from the humans’ pod. He scuttled over as quickly as he could to investigate. There were clearly loud shouts and signs of aggression. 

“I don’t want to have the baby here!” Human-Sarah cried, “In space! What if something goes wrong- what if the spaceship air hurts it. What if-” 

“That won’t happen,” Jane interrupted her, “Nothing’s going to happen to the baby,” Jane soothed. 

This outburst surprised Y’xplc, surely human-Sarah couldn’t be concerned. The air was kept at a stable oxygen level for most species. And there were incubators for all species, the eggs would be kept safe. 

Human-Sarah had been absorbed into the crew for the most part. After a few words with Jane, the message about the shrieking had been conveyed and she had stayed quieter. Sarah even taught some of the crew-mates how to play chess. Many hours waiting in deep space were spent staring at a chess-board interspersed with some compulsory cursing as pieces were taken. 

  Human-Sarah had warmed up to the aliens and was friendly with everyone, though it wasn’t hard to notice how she shied away from direct contact with anyone, Jane. 

However, in the recent weeks, Human-Sarah had been getting moodier. Y’xplc assumed it had something to do with the eggs. But when he went to the incubator there were not any eggs there. Perhaps the laying cycle was not going well. 

Months passed and Y’xplc began to notice other things as well; human-Sarah was eating excessively and was gaining weight, a lot of weight. Progesterone levels were also increased to an unhealthy amount. 

Eventually, Y’xplc contacted human-Jane about. She was under the belly of a generator fixing it with a sonic wrench. 

“Human-Jane,” He asked, “Is human-Sarah ok?” 

“What do you mean,” Jane looked up “Is she hurt?” 

‘No, but she is gaining weight rapidly and it’s noticeable as well as increased progesterone level.” 

“Oh,” Jane let out a rush of carbon-dioxide. 
“That’s just because of the baby,” She explained

“But there are no eggs in the incubator,” Y’xplc questioned, “Are you keeping them elsewhere,” 

  There were a few species who liked to keep the eggs safe with their own body-heat as part of their customs. 

“Eggs? What does this have to do with eggs,” Jane asked confused. 
“The eggs-your offspring.” 
“Y’xplc,” she garbled, “Humans are mammals we carry are babies in us.” 
“What?” Y’xplc couldn’t hold back a sound of disgust. 
“That’s why she’s gaining weight and eating so much, she has to feed the baby/” 
“That’s like a parasite,” Y’xplc unconsciously scuttled backward. 

Human Jane's eyes narrowed angrily, “Our baby is not a parasite.” 

“No,” Y'xplc backtracked quickly, “Of course not.“ 


In the coming weeks, human Sarah’s belly swelled to unimaginable sizes and she spent most of her days lying in bed. Jane too was preoccupied with the baby and Sarah. She was reading books on human child-care almost constantly whens he wasn’t fetching Sarah food. 

Most of the other aliens kept a wide berth from the baby inside of Sarah. The idea of keeping one’s young inside of themselves was absolutely disgusting. 

Then one day, Y'xplc her screams from their pod.
"It’s starting,” Human-Sarah half screamed, half groaned. “the contractions." 
Many hours later a squirming ball of flesh popped out of human Sarah’s reproductory region. It was tiny and delicate. It’s smooth round head. Human-Jane carefully swaddled it into a soft blanket and handed it to human-Sarah. 

"Your baby. It’s a she,” Jane smiled. 

“Our baby,” Human-Sarah sighed in relief. “It has your genetic code." 

The baby soon became a constant on the ship. Its wails punctuated the night and were subsequently followed by either Jane or Sarah cooing and shushing before providing it with sustenance. 

Y'xplc documented the babies growth and wondered why humans would give birth in such a dangerous and painful manner. Well, humans were weird.  

MASTERLIST

about me: http://thepatricktreestump.tumblr.com/post/157456091312/a-couple-things-about-me-hey-im-auden-im-a

nsfw sinblog: @sinfulskeleton
this is what I look like: my face & also my face & more face

my art: cool shit 1 & cool shit 2

FALL OUT BOY


Patrick Stump
Cure To Loneliness
Couch Cuddles
More Than Friends
Insomnia
The Only Exception
Ever Since Last Night (smut)
My Angel (smut)
Only The Beginning
Most Definitely

Well Prepared (smut)

Nobody’s Perfect

Dangerous (smut)

Forever (smut)


Pete Wentz
Surprises (part 1)
Surprises (part 2: Another Surprise In Store)
Love By Midnight (part one)
Love By Midnight (part two: Fix My Broken Heart)
Favorite Band
The Metallica CD
Best Brother Ever (transboy reader)
You’re Mine (smut)
Right Here (part one)
Right Here (part two: Be Yourself)
Most Beautiful Thing

Party Animal

Thinking About You


Andy Hurley
Missing Ticket
Broken TV
A Lovable Drunk

Happy Holidays

So Close


Joe Trohman
Call Me
Intruder
First Date
A Little Company
Still Into You


MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE
Not Alone (trigger warning: abuse, self harm)
Not Alone (part two: Just Right and trigger warning: abuse, self harm)
Not Alone (part three: First Tour and trigger warning: suicide)


Gerard Way
Umbrella
Distractions
Late Night Coffee
The Comic Book Courtship
My Everything (trigger warning: self harm)

Proud of You

Me Too


Frank Iero
Trouble
In My Arms (trigger warning: mentions of abuse)
Heartthrob in Handcuffs
She’s The Prettiest Girl
His Eyes
Don’t Worry
Scorpius

Cemetery Drive (trigger warning: suicide)

Second Chances

Lonely Hearts Club



PANIC! AT THE DISCO
Brendon Urie
Concerned
Crazy In Love
Periscope Predicament
Here Goes Nothing
Date With A Dork (part one)
Date With A Dork (part two: You’re My Dork)
Date With A Dork (part three: Adorkable)
Date With A Dork (part four: What A Dork smut)
Whatever You Say (Brendon/Sarah/Reader threesome smut)

Happy Easter


Dallon Weekes
Sweet Dreams
Finally
Blind Date

Spotlight

Ryan Ross

Fully Exposed


TWENTY ONE PILOTS
Trip To Taco Bell
Friday Night Fun


Josh Dun
First Day At Chipotle (part one)
First Day At Chipotle (part two: Dinner Date)
A Big Question (part one)
A Big Question (part two: The Problematic Proposal)
A Big Question (part three: Perfect Husband)
Convinced With A Kiss
Good Behavior
My Heart
Couldn’t Be Happier
Understand (smut and trigger warning: anorexia)
Just Kiss Me
You’re Gorgeous

Thanksgiving

Birthday Queen (smut)

Best Undressed (smut)

Pinky Promise

Remember

Valentine’s (short af drabble)

Grammys (part one)

Grammys (part two: light smut)

Grammys (part three: smut)

Temptation (josh pov f/m hardcore smut)


*Rainy Days Series*
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six
Part Seven
Part Eight
Part Nine
Part Ten

*Mistletoe (Christmas) Series*

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve


Tyler Joseph
Sunshine
Reason To Live (trigger warning: suicide)

OTHERS

Saudade (Josh/Brendon/Reader): all chapters and info for series within link

A Poem For Emos

Twenty One Pilots Poem

things about brendon urie that i heart

-his thick fuckin thighs holy wow
-smiley boy 24/7 like does this guy ever get sad i hope not
-high heels
-“that breaks my heart that youre calling yourselves trash that really sucks”
-is tired of i write sins not tragedies
-continues to sing i write sins not tragedies
-fucking nice to everyone like ?? how im not even nice to myself
-ends up shirtless by the second half of every concert
-always screaming for some reason
-or just making some odd noise
-hes just cute and hes 2 years old someone give him a lollypop

brendon urie + pride flag wallpaper // “There are people who just use fear to scare people and use terror to get what they want, to get the way they want, and I’m going to tell you that’s the wrong fucking thing to do. It’s not going to change what I believe. I believe you can be who you are, love who you want to love, and fuck who you want to fuck. You can’t tell me anything. So I’m going to continue being me and I’m going to fuck who I want.” -brendon urie

anonymous asked:

I was really struck by something I read in one of your earlier replies to an ask, which was "we’ll never know what Rachel would have done after the war ended", and I wondered if perhaps you may actually have some thought about what might have happened if she did? How WOULD Rachel, who thrived in war, adapt to the mundane life after?

Jake

After a while Rachel’s aunt and uncle get so used to her stopping by that they just make her a copy of their house key; it’s easier than answering the door all the time or leaving a window open for her, besides which they’re grateful because she’s there almost every day to bully Jake out of bed and into the world to go do something.  Most days it’s just attending Habitat for Humanity builds in the devastated areas downtown or visiting kids from the local hospital who idolize them both.  Rachel doesn’t mind dragging Jake out of his room at all, because while Tobias is good for taking random college classes or exploring new parts of the country with her, there are still plenty of stupid things that she can only talk Jake into doing.  Together they surf during hurricanes, skydive without parachutes, swim to the bottom of the ocean as orcas and throw themselves off cliffs as birds of prey.  

Rachel doesn’t pretend to understand what he’s going through, because she quite simply can’t—if she even tries to think about what it would be like if it was Jordan or Sarah she’d had to kill during that last battle, she tends to lose the ability to breathe.  But while she can’t give him empathy she can give him this: the scream of wind rushing past their bodies as they hurl toward the ground at nearly a hundred miles an hour, the incomparable thrill of the ground approaching them faster than an oncoming train, the moment of simple euphoria during that millisecond decision to once again open one’s wings and tell death not today.  He doesn’t smile much, and never laughs, but that’s always been true to some extent.  She doesn’t concern herself with making him smile, but with forcing him to gasp for air in his refusal to give up on life, to morph when not doing so would mean drowning in the cold Pacific, to swerve a second away from spattering on the ground.  Because she’s the only one who understands the power of those moments to make them forget everything in the world except the heady rush of being so goddamn alive they can barely even stand it.

Marco

It’s strange, really, how tough and showy they can be around each other most of the time… and how vulnerable they can become when no one else is around.  Rachel’s pretty sure she’s the only one who ever saw Marco cry after they all watched Eva’s body tumble hundreds of yards to its apparent death, and she knows for certain that she’s the only one to whom he says “it’s like we never really got her back at all,” the day his parents announce their divorce.  In public Rachel and Marco become even more themselves, one-upping each other to see who can come out with the most embarrassing story in round after round of interviews and bantering at lightning speed as live studio audiences laugh and cheer.  Rachel gives a hysterical, exaggerated account of Marco’s failed attempt at gatecrashing William Roger Tennant’s award banquet; Marco comes back with a heroic narrative of how his llama-self saved an entire television studio from the crocodile Rachel conveniently forgot to mention she had puked out backstage.  When talking about the time Helmacrons invaded Marco’s nose, they each manage to make the whole mess entirely into the other one’s fault.  

In private, they sit on the back porch of Marco’s primary house once a week and work their way through a bottle of triple sec they’re definitely too young to own.  It’s during those long evenings as the sun sets over the Newport Beach mansions that they air the things to each other they’ve never told a living soul before.  Marco talks about the hard bright-edged joy of watching 17,000 yeerks sucked into space and only being able to imagine their screams.  Rachel confesses to having cried herself to sleep after she and Ax dropped David on that island.  They air their sickest thoughts, lance their most pus-rotted wounds, spew poison at each other because they know that they are both strong enough (hard enough, cold enough, ruthless enough) to take it and give back in turn.

Cassie

Rachel’s honestly not sure how far Cassie would have gotten, politically, if not for her help.  Because that girl might have passion and conscience and common sense to spare, but Rachel’s not sure she’s met a more appearance-clueless person in her life.  The world of politics runs on fashion and makeup, though, especially if one happens to be a woman, and any time Cassie’s about to go tell the United Nations why they need to update the Universal Declaration of Human Rights today to include the hork-bajir and taxxons, or to scold Congress into giving the ex-hosts war reparations and not murder charges, Rachel is there in the background helping.  She shows Cassie the power of stalking into a room in a pair of towering heels, the ways to make a string of pearls or a Chanel handbag into a weapon of power.  Cassie laughs incredulously every time Rachel shows up at her house with a literal truckload of perfectly-tailored business suits and evening gowns, but over time she starts to understand just how much her reputation for being as elegant as she is fierce can work in her favor.  

Rachel, in turn, starts to put out patents for the kind of clothes Cassie would love: comfortable and practical items that can be worn for years without needing replacement.  Rachel figures that if she’s an international trendsetter already (and she is: her line of perfume makes millions every year, while black leotards are debuting on Paris runways) then she might as well have her best friend and the world of high fashion meet in the middle.  Of course Rachel doesn’t explicitly mention that her patent-leather pumps with arch support and heel padding are inspired by the experience of trying on Cassie’s Timberlands, or that her choice of size-16 models for all her advertisements comes from making dresses that would fit Cassie and sizing up or down from there.  But what’s most amazing to her is that the other dressmakers and shoe lines start to emulate her choices, emphasizing the comfort and sturdiness of everything they make even as they tout it as “cutting edge.”  If Rachel has dragged Cassie into being a fashion icon, then it turns out Cassie might just have dragged Rachel into being a social justice warrior along the way.

Ax

Ax seems somewhat dumbfounded when Rachel explains that there’s an Earth tradition that any ship’s captain can perform a marriage ceremony, and that even if there’s no law on the books about this particular power she wants him to do it anyway.  She’s not sure herself how her and Tobias’s small private ceremony (at least, that was the intention) has grown so much, but even she has to admit that somewhere between the 230-person guest list, the custom chuppah to be hand-embroidered by a team of local artists, the five-tier cake imported from a German bakery, and the dress which is personally designed by Alexander McQueen, things might have gotten slightly out of hand.  Ax takes the duties very seriously, practicing the strange mouth sounds he has to recite more than once in advance and promising solemnly that he will not eat any of the cake until Rachel and Tobias have had the chance to cut it.  

He serves as their best man as well (probably breaking with tradition, not that they care) and the speech he makes afterward is surprisingly heartfelt.  «There has been no greater honor in my life than to fight by your side,» he tells them, «and I owe you both my life many times over.  I owe you more than that, of course, for you have made this strange planet my home when I came to you lost and alone.  I am not sure what humans traditionally wish for each other with a bond such as this, so I will wish you this much: may your lives be long, may your battles be easily won, may you be loved and feared in equal measure, and may your chili always be perfectly seasoned.» 

Tobias

It’s not like they get jobs, or hold down formal obligations, or do anything more structured than attend occasional classes at UCSB or consult with the fashion agency that sends Rachel freelance checks.  So there’s really no reason they can’t continue their odd lifestyle, only in the same form at the same time for two hours at most.  At least, that’s how it is for the first several years… and then one day Rachel comes out of the bathroom, a tiny white stick in her hand, and they both realize their lives are never going to be the same again.  Tobias is terrified, of course: he’s been abandoned (voluntarily or not) by two parents, four guardians, and countless authority figures, and he’s got no reason to believe he’ll be any different.  But he knows what the first step will be in committing to raising this baby for real.  And so he morphs human for the very last time.  

In the years that follow, after their daughter eventually gets a little brother as well, Rachel and Tobias become more boring than they ever could have hoped for.  Rachel starts working full-time as a fashion designer, while Tobias finishes an advanced degree in graphic design and gets a job with the marketing branch of the same company.  They go to PTA meetings and teach their daughter softball, buy a sedan with good gas mileage and a two-story house in Mendocino County where the reporters can’t find them.  They still get restless sometimes, leaving the kids with Loren or Sarah for a week or two at a time to go white-water rafting on the Colorado River or to climb mountains in Tanzania, but they always miss the kids enough to come home before long.  They donate thousands of dollars to end world hunger every year, and they fundraise millions more.  Someday they’ll retire.  Someday after that they’ll die.  For now, however, they’re alive, and that’s enough.