real panic fact #12

the reason the song titles from A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out are so long is because former bassist Ryan Ross (a known prankster in the band) would put secret messages in the titles. For instance in track 3, London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines, if you take out all of these letters:

London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines

and unscramble the remaining letters, you are left with the phrase ‘Swag Bitches.’ This was Ross’s collective pet name for the other members of the band.

anonymous asked:

Has anyone ever written a song about you?

Yeah a few times.. but that’s what I get for falling in love with musicians

universosierra asked:

5, 7, 16, 20, 24, 50

  • 5) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

not any that I’m aware of!

  • 7) What’s your religion?

technically speaking, Melkite Catholic. Realistically speaking, I don’t subscribe to any particular religion. 

  • 16) Do you have a collection of anything?

books books books books books. Books everywhere. 

  • 20) Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

not really ghosts, but definitely aliens!

  • 24) Most attractive singer/s of your opposite gender?

I haven’t thought about this in a reeeaallly long time. But my all-time crush is probably Darren Criss. 

  • 50) Basic question; what’s your favorite color/colors?

light hues of all the colours. So light red is my fav and then light purple and blue followed by every other colour :)

thank you!

Bob Rogers: ‘Is there any chance that either Ringo or George is going to start writing some songs? I mean, will they -’

Ringo Starr: 'Well, actually, George has written a few songs, and he’ll tell you all about them now.’

George Harrison: 'I’ll tell 'em what - yeah. Actually, I wrote one that was recorded.’

Paul McCartney: ’“Don’t Bother Me”, only one of the most sensational songs ever.’

GH: 'Tried writing a few more, but they were laughed off.’

PM: 'No, no George!’

John Lennon: 'They weren’t, George.’

PM: [hums a bit of 'You Know What To Do’] 'Copyright!’

GH: 'That’s my tune.’

JL: 'George wrote a very good tune on the second LP.’

GH: 'Oh! John’ll tell 'em.’

JL: 'Which is called “Don’t Bother Me.” Which a lot of people won’t e- they’ll think it’s ours, anyway, but George did write it, and a very strong tune, George.’

—  Interview at the New City Hotel, Dunedin, New Zealand, 26 June 1964
It’s after midnight

So just give me a number

1) Put your music playlist on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

2) If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

3) What’s your favorite color?

4) What do you think about most?

5) What does your latest text message from someone else say?

6) Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

8) Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

9) Ever had a poem or song written about you?

10) Nike or Adidas?

11) Do you have any strange phobias?

12) Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

14) If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

15) Do you perfer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

16) Favorite band?

17) What was the last lie you told?

18) Do you believe in karma?

19) How are you?

20) Who is your celebrity crush?

21) First thing that comes on your mind when you  hear the word: food?

22) How do you vent your anger?

23) Do you have a collection of anything?

Ticking Bombs With Faulty Clocks; 

The way i found to let all my anger out and not hurt myself or others is by singing at the top of my lungs to a bunch of songs that make me feel alive.  

This mix contains some of those songs.

1.Deadly Conversation by State Champs // 2.If You Wanted A Song Written About You, All You Had To Do Was Ask by Mayday Parade // 3. The Deepest Well by Yellowcard // 4.Bite My Tongue by You Me At Six // 5.Awakening by Yellowcard // 6.Nerve by The Story So Far// 7. The Fire by Tonight Alive // 8.Fresh Start Fever by You Me At Six // 9.Just Tonight by The Pretty Reckless // 10. Hell and Back by Tonight Alive // 11. Fire by PVRIS // 12.The Drug in Me is You by  Falling In Reverse


anonymous asked:

Tbh, I don't get how you don't have girls throwing themselves at you. You're not really shallow. You're just unique and things go differently in your mind. And if we were talking about looks? You have it all. The perfect eyes, freckled skin, the body and everything. Your personality and spirit are main killers. They're perfect. Tbh you're the kind of girl that movies and songs are written about. You deserve so much you have no idea man.

this made my life im in love w u

I got a story for yall but it involves the most dramatic shit of my life so move along if that ain’t ya deal

So I’m currently working out of town, meaning I’m renting a room from a rather interesting senior, which makes for some really interesting interactions. It’s a very small town, so there’s that too.

The evil side of my family also lives there, and may have discovered I’m living in town, but that’s another story for another time.

So, the senior I’m living with is a very chatty man. When I say chatty I mean I have to close doors or just leave the room to get him to understand that the conversation is over I just came out for a glass of water and now it’s two hours later.

This senior has a very set way that everything in his home needs to be done. He has at least 6 kitchen towels in the kitchen, but the one beside the sink is NOT the one used to dry dishes, as I was instructed, that would be the one by the stove. The towel by the sink is for decoration only.

He rearranges the fridge daily. I have to search for my food every day in order to make a sandwich.

I have to play Tetris every time I want to use the stove because he has specific covers for each stove element and you can’t just put one on the side- it has to go in a very specific order and you have to stack them sometimes AND when done you have to make sure you rearrange again so that one of his three kettles can go on top of the hot element.

He counts the number of plates in the cupboard and knows when I have one in my room. Some people just have a lot of time on their hands. That’s okay.

ANYWAYS my senior roomie/housemate likes listening to lots of obscure music. He’s like the Ultimate Music Hipster. The entire living room is dedicated to all of his albums and music posters.

Note: he finds lyrics to be distracting ad silly and real music doesn’t have lyrics. He also prefers music that comes from places in Africa that I can’t pronounce and often tells me ‘you’ve probably never heard of it’

So I’m used to hearing random noises all the time because he blasts his music (I can totally dig orchestra pieces but sometimes I need me some words to sing along to) and while sitting in (musical) serenity listening to his music in His Chair in the living room, sometimes he will read. Mostly he just feels the music.

Also this man doesn’t believe in television. That’s ok. He also doesn’t believe in paying for Internet when we can walk to the library and use that for free.

The library is only open a few hours during the day, aka when I’m working. And when I can get in the man with the bearded dragon gives me weird looks and people ask if I’m there for the ‘Intro to email’ class.

Anyways, this means I have started to tune out music because it’s a constant noise on all the time.

Cue me taking a delightful post-work poop. I like to really relax and get in the zone. I usually don’t poop to music but it’s not mandatory. I like that it’ll cover up embarrassing noises.

I’ve got my phone on me because I plan on taking a little while. I’ve just finished a 12 hour day of work, I can afford to indulge myself a little bit.

I’m playing some panda pop, and getting really into it, when my brain clues into something. The music has gotten very quiet. I pause my activities because I worry that my housemate may stat wandering the home and realize I’ve been on the loo for longer than is socially acceptable and inquire if I’m okay. Then I hear some faint noises, realize the music is just quieter, and go back to my business.

Now I’m really in the zone, making sure I don’t let out any surprises in terms of noise, and all is going well.

I don’t know how familiar yall are to the musical piece: Hall of the Mountain King? You’ve probably heard it, but just don’t know what it’s called. It’s catchy, a little haunting, and INTENSE AS FUCK. I love it.

What I don’t love is that surround sound suddenly blasting the clusterfuck ending to Hall of the Mountain King when I am not expecting it, causing me to empty my bowels, scream, and drop my phone in one fell swoop. I have never felt such terror in my entire life. One moment all is well and in in my zone of serenity the next it’s like I’m experiencing all of the heart attacks and a stampede of raging beasts.

I do not recommend it.

I waited for my adrenaline rush to cease, finished my business (pretty damn easy since I literally was so startled I would have shit myself had I not already been doing so in the appropriate place) and crawled in a daze back to my room where I clung to my bed and prayed to never be startled again for fear I might die.

I’m now anxious every time I use the bathroom in that house.

please enjoy!!!!


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— Don’t Leave


[] The pianist couldn’t believe the words being whispered among her family, in fact she desperately tried to shut them out as nothing but white noise as she hopelessly attempted to push her way through the crowd, struggling to get her petite body to pass through her much bulkier siblings and reach for her the certain bluette about to depart from the ship, all the while her mellifluous voice rang, screaming for her.

    She was shoved unintentionally till she finally made it, a sigh of relief escaping her lips as she paused for a mere nanosecond to catch her breath before calling out again. ❝Scotty! I made it!❞ she cried out, her fingers trailing just enough to tug on the taller female’s arm in an attempt to grab her attention.

    ❝Scotty — P-please, please don’t leave — just wait.. don’t..❞ she stuttered on her words, fighting the lump in her throat and the tears clogging in her eyes and clouding her vision as they threatened to fall. Why… — Why are you leaving.. I — I don’t understand. We’re your family…❞  maybe not biologically but Rosa always thought her sister despised where she came from, maybe she never heard Scotty mouth such a thing but it had been evident in the way she refused to talk about it and went grim any time such topics arose so why now, all of a sudden, did she decide to go back?

                        ❝Please don’t leave me… I — I thought we were sisters

        — she cried finally, tears falling as her voice wavered and trailed off, desperation already evidently lingering on every spoken phrase.

anonymous asked:

Do you honestly believe Taylor is dating Karlie and all of 1989 is written about? Do you seriously think all of her songs have been about girls? Are you crazy?

taylor is dating karlie

1989 is mostly about dianna with a few songs about karlie

all her songs about girls? nah few of them she got an idea from a movie or from friends and family

am i crazy? crazy……ly awesome yes i’m fucking awesome

anonymous asked:

Did pharrell really right that song about you? Or were you joking?

every girl written about on in my mind is me