So shocked and saddened by the news of Chester Bennington’s passing. I remember the first time I met Chester. I was in a bad mood backstage and he came into the dressing room and lifted my spirits before I took the stage. Working with Chester and Linkin Park on the song ‘Rebellion’ was some of the most fun I’ve had collaborating with another artist. They made me feel right at home when I joined them on stage at the Hollywood Bowl and at the Forum. Our hearts go out to Linkin Park and to Chester’s family. Chester Bennington will be missed.
-Daron Malakian ~ system of a down
Sweat pants, hair tied, chillin’ with no make-up on That’s when you’re the prettiest, I hope that you don’t take it wrong
Not requested, but these lyrics were stuck in my head all weekend for no reason so this imagine happened.
After the party last night you were so exhausted you barely managed to remove all the makeup the makeup artist had put on, shrug out of your dress, and collapse into bed. This morning, you wake up before Shawn, still tired from the long day before. Realizing you’re not going to be able to fall back asleep, you get out of bed and take a shower. When you finish showering, you throw on a pair of sweats that you only ever wear at home and a tank top. Exiting the bathroom, you pull your still damp hair into a messy bun, securing it with a hair tie before going to the kitchen. You’re hungry, so you have some cereal before taking a seat on the couch and turning on the tv, just killing time until Shawn wakes up.
An hour later, Shawn finally emerges from the bedroom. Still wearing only the athletic shorts he fell asleep in last night, his hair a complete mess, and his eyes full of sleep. “Morning,” he says, walking over to the couch and leaning down to greet you with a kiss.
You tilt your chin up to stare at your boyfriend. You find yourself just smiling up at him for a moment, realizing how much you love this boy standing in front of you.
He looks down at you for only a second before leaning down to kiss you again, like he just can’t help himself. When he finally pulls away, he straightens up again, saying, almost under his breath, "God, you’re gorgeous.”
You unconsciously scrunch your nose at his statement. “I look like a mess.” You retort, “I’m wearing sweats, and my hair is in a bun. And I’m not even wearing any makeup.” You say, almost confused by why he would say what he did. “I wouldn’t have questioned you if you said that last night, but now?”
“I love the way you look right now.” He responds with a shrug, then adds, “And I did say you were beautiful last night. Because you were. But I just love you like this too.”
You grab his hand and pull him down beside you on the couch. “I love you like this too,” You say, leaning into his bare chest as he instinctively wraps his arm around you.
This is the Shawn no one else gets to see. And in moments like this, you love that he’s yours. You love that he’s yours at a party at midnight when you’re both dressed up and your hair and makeup are done, but also at eleven am on a Saturday morning when he still has sleep in his eyes, and you’re wearing the most comfy sweats you own but would never be caught in public in. He’s the one you want by your side in the midst of parties and success, but he’s also the one you want to come home to after a long day and wake up to after a dreamless night. And the way he’s looking at you now, like he’s never seen anyone more beautiful is the same way he looked at you last night when you had your makeup professionally done and were wearing a dress worth more than you thought you’d ever be able to spend on one. You know he looks at you the same because when he looks at you, he doesn’t only see a pretty face. When he looks at you, he sees you, all of you.
100 things the Lodgers are no longer allowed to do
‘For the good of science!’ is not an appropriate
response to ‘Why is everything on fire?’
Unrelated to the above, Mr Sinnett and Mr
Luckett are not allowed to combine their work in any way without written
permission from Dr Jekyll.
Related to the above two, Mr Luckett is not
allowed in the Chemistry Lab. Ever.
Mr Hyde is no longer allowed to make comment on or
imply anything about any of the Lodgers’ sex lives.
Including his own.
Especially his own.
Do not taunt the repair kraken, we don’t want
Do not make comment on any Lodgers’ height.
Especially the blonde ones. We aren’t pointing fingers. Honest.
On that note; don’t make comment on any lodgers’
weight, social background, ethnicity, gender or weight. They are passionate,
slightly mad and have easy access to dangerous lab equipment. You have been
Do not mess with Dr Jekyll’s morning cup of tea.
Dr Griffin is not allowed to turn any more mice,
rats or similar rodents invisible.
Nor is he allowed to breed the already invisible
mice, rats or similar rodents to create more. Seriously we have enough problems
with them as is.
Progress Reports SHOULD NOT NEED to start with ‘I
Dr Jekyll is to stop leaving his coat, hat and
other clothing garments littered all over the society. Or said items will be
sold for the good of the society!
If it makes Mr Hyde giggle for longer than 15 seconds,
it’s not allowed.
Rachel is not to wander around the society
covered in blood, wielding a kitchen knife and/or making ominous sounds when
guests are present.
Nobody is to do the above, on that note.
Alcohol is not to be consumed in any of the labs
or whilst working. Drunk science may seem fun but it is a bad idea!
I don’t care if Mr Hyde said it was allowed, it
Lodgers are not allowed to have a contest to see
who can make the biggest “boom”.
Because Mr Luckett will win and the repairs will
come out of your monthly research grant.
The Secret Rogue Scientist Fight Club is hereby
disbanded and banned.
Mr Doodles’ confectionaries are not to be taken
without his permission. Ever. Please, you’ll make him cry!
Please do not laugh manically around members of
the public or the police.
Please do not mention potentially illegal
activities around members of the public or the police.
Nobody is to suggest, imply or outright state
anything pertaining to Scotland being less than great within ear shot of Mr
Hyde and Dr Jekyll.
Lodgers are reminded not to fall asleep in the
middle of conducting experiments.
Wine is not a substitute for breakfast.
Nor is tequila, vodka, whiskey or anything other
than actual breakfast.
The following words and
phrases are never to be uttered within the same topic of conversation in any
combination: “Necrophilia,” “I hate everyone on this society
and I wish they’d die,” “Dr Maijabi’s mystic powers,” “Experimental lubricant,”
“airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow,” “the many uses of cheese,” “it’ll be
fine so long as we don’t tell them,” and any mentions of Mr Mosley being part
Adding more ingredients does not always fix the
Tea parties on Dr Maijabi’s floating furniture
are banned until further notice.
Please respect that no one in the society shares
the same sleeping pattern and keep the noise down at all times.
That means you, Edward.
Unless Rachel has given you permission, the Lodgers
are not allowed to cook their own meals. We don’t need another exploded oven,
Do not make potions in the kitchen. You have
Do not use Mr Sinnett’s pyrotechnics to cook.
Not even if it’s to make s’mores, we still haven’t
cleaned up the mess from last time!
I don’t care what your excuse is, nobody is to
steal or ‘borrow’ anyone else’s equipment or experiments without their owner’s permission.
“Hyde made me do it” is not a valid
excuse for anything, especially when he didn’t.
Likewise, lying that ‘Mr Hyde did it’ when
questioned by Dr Jekyll will not end well for you. He will somehow know that
you are lying and Mr Hyde won’t be happy when he finds out.
If Dr Jekyll asks to see you, please don’t start
the conversation with ‘You can’t prove anything!’
‘It wasn’t me!’ is not a valid alternative to
Nor is ‘I’ll clean it up! I promise!’
Please avoid intentionally or unintentionally
scaring Dr Lanyon. Please, he’s fragile and easily startled.
Dr Jekyll is not to be provoked when he’s doing
All the many betting pools found in the society
are unofficial. Enter them at your own risk.
This should go without saying but please do not
lick any of the lab equipment.
Dr Griffin is banned from the kitchen following
an incident where a large portion of food was turned invisible.
Please do not repeat the above for pranking
Should anyone or anything claim to be from the
future, avoid it at all costs and quickly inform Dr Jekyll. He can take it from
Glitter is banned within the society. End of
No, neither Dr Jekyll nor Mr Hyde are in
violation of the above. They just seem to sparkle naturally. We don’t know how
Do not insult Dr Jekyll. He may not react, or
more worryingly start agreeing with you, but the rest of Lodgers will find out
and will not be happy.
Do not dance on the furniture.
Yes, Hyde does it but he’s screwing the boss.
Do not mention Hyde possibly screwing the boss.
Do not refer to Dr Jekyll as ‘the boss’.
Please remove the above three statements
immediately! – Dr Jekyll
It is impossible to keep anything a secret for
more than a week in the society. You have been warned.
Gossip in the Society travels at a rate that is
just slightly slower than the speed of sound. Again, you have been warned.
If you don’t know what it is or what it does, DO
NOT touch it!
If it’s leaking fluid and it shouldn’t, either
fix it or back away slowly and hope it doesn’t explode.
Zosi did not eat anyone’s lab equipment, monthly
reports or left sock. Stop blaming it on them!
Do not attempt to pick Mr Bird’s plants to make
flower crowns. Half of them are poisonous, the other half will eat you.
Do not take Bryson’s hot air balloon on a joy
Likewise with Dr Helsby’s Bathyscaph.
Do not steal Dr Jekyll’s sparkly carriage for
the same purpose either.
Also do not steal Mr Mosley’s Hollow Earth
Submarine. That man owns a drill and will use it on you.
Please do not mess about with Mr Doodle’s candyfloss
machine. Flooding the upstairs with candyfloss might seem fun at the time but
it’s a pain to clean up. And it took us three hours to get Mr Hyde down off the
ceiling last time.
Clothing must be worn at all time in communal areas
of the society. Invisible clothing does not count.
Dr Griffin is not allowed to flip any more table
unless all the work on them is his own and he pays for the table if he breaks
Dr Jekyll is not to be referred as anyone’s ‘mother’.
The Lodgers must not present any of ‘the wonders
of science’ to children without a RESPONSIBLE adult’s oversight.
Mr Hyde does not count as a responsible adult.
Nor do most of the lodgers either on that note.
Don’t ask why Mr Hyde is sometimes seen wearing
Dr Jekyll’s clothes.
versa. It just happens.
Dr Griffin is not to go to West Sussex ever.
Especially the area near the village of Iping and the town of Bramblehurst.
The lodgers are to note that ‘It is better to
beg forgiveness than ask permission’ no longer applies to them. Dr Jekyll is
more than willing to give permission, but do get permission first!
Please do not release the repair kraken on the streets.
The general public and the Police do not appreciate its presence there.
Any bake sales hosted within the society grounds
are to give at least two thirds of the profits to the society funds.
No lodger is to take the laws of physics as a
personal insult to their work.
Nor are they to take the laws of reality as a
personal insult either.
No unnecessary science in the lobby!
If you see one of Miss. Flower’s butterflies,
carefully catch it and return it to her as soon as possible.
DO NOT EAT IT!!
Do not eat any of the science!
Expect Mr Doodle’s, with his permission. As mentioned
No fire flies near the chemistry labs please.
No, Mr Penniebrygg is not building an automaton
army. Or at least he shouldn’t be!
No lodger is to go within twenty feet of Mr
Tweedy or his equipment when he is working. If you ignore this and are
electrocuted, it’s your own damn fault.
Do not send threatening or angry letters to the
Theatre across the road.
If you must, do not sign them with your’s or the
Making ‘time of the month’ jokes around the
female Lodgers or Mr Kaylock is not appropriate.
Do not try to feed Mr Kaylock dog biscuits.
Do not try to feed Mr Hyde cat food!
Do not feed the leviathan. We still aren’t sure
what it is or if it eats or what it eats. So please don’t.
Midnight dance parties are banned unless Mr Hyde
is invited. All chaos cause by said midnight dance parties must be cleaned up
by the morning.
Do not let any member of the public see this
An anon pointed out that the carriage that arrives at the manor looks more like Undertaker’s carriage than the earl’s….
To add to this, here is the earl’s carriage in ch126:
The carriage that arrives at the manor in ch126 (that even looks like Undertaker’s hat on the driver)… and the gun aimed at Soma:
Here’s Undertaker’s carriage in ch82 and the earl’s gun at the Midnight Tea Party.
These are obviously different guns…. The one aimed at Soma is labeled as a “BULLPUP” model, but it’s actually a Nagant-style revolver, like the M1895. It was designed in 1886 but not put into production until 1895, hence the name. These were used by the Russian Empire from 1895 throughout the 1950′s….
Whereas the earl’s gun of choice is an early semi-automatic pocket pistol, like this Colt (an American company. Recall that Bardroy special-orders firearms from America….):
A/N: I had an itch to do this about a month ago, but Boxer!Tom Night with @tbholland yesterday set me over the edge. Inspired by my favorite boxing movie, Southpaw, so you’ll see some similarities 😉
Warnings: Swearing (always), Angst for days, TW blood (???), TW mention of pain killers
Boxing was our life. It was all we’d ever done. I say ‘our’ because for as long as I’d known Tom, since we were kids, that’s what he’d always been. Even before a contract, even before his name was up in lights, he was a fighter. And he was my fighter. And before you up and judge me for being cheesy, I’ll tell you that the first day I met him was when he punched a boy in the school yard for trying to get a hand up my skirt after I’d told him no.
Almost ten years later and he was still my defender, but I was his, too. It was my job to keep it all running. It was my job to keep him safe from everything that wasn’t a glove. I was the woman behind the man, and when the pressure was on him, the pressure was on me, too.
We took separate cars to Madison Square Garden for the fight. I knew Tom needed to be with the boys right up until it was time, and I didn’t mind. I was texting his mom from where I sat in the backseat. Yes I’d look after him, no Nikki don’t watch it, yes I’ll give him your love.
This was a big fight. He’d been undefeated for so long, there was a lot riding on tonight. The town car pulled into the back entrance and I got out, pulling down the hemline of my dress. I passed security confidently —they knew I was coming— making my way to the back room where they would be prepping him.
I knocked on the door, trying to suppress my own jitters. The door opened and Tom’s coach, Yousif, greeted me.
“Hi, beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek.
“How is he?” I asked, glancing across the room. I could see Tom sitting on the edge of a table with his headphones on, looking down at the ground with intensity.
“I think we’ve got him there. I think he’s ready. But you gotta seal the deal, you know how he is.”
I nodded. He’s anxious. He always was. It was 20 minutes until start.
“I need a minute.” I said to Yousif.
He clapped his hands together, “You got him, Queen. Hey boys!” He called over to the handful of Tom’s friends, milling around the room. They knew it was my time.
Harrison was his cutman tonight, so I made sure to pull him aside as he walked toward the door.
“Watch that left brow, Haz. That’s where it always starts.” Harrison held up some bandages already with him and put a hand on my shoulder, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s ready.”
The door closed behind me and Tom still hadn’t looked up. That was normal for him, he was in a trance. I approached him from across the room, my heels clicked on the concrete as I pep talked myself in preparation to pep talk him.
“Hey.” I prompted, stepping into his line of sight. He looked up at me, face softening at my smile. I pulled his hands around my waist and slid the headphones off his ears.
“Hey baby–” he leaned up to kiss me. His lips were hungry, but he was the first to break away. He was always the first to break away before a fight. He let me look him over for a minute. I always wanted to memorize his face before he went out. It was hard on me and he knew it, but we both knew this was the only way for him. It had only ever been boxing.
“You ready, King?” I asked, moving my hips like I was revving him up. His eyes were adoring but his face was serious.
“I can do this one. I’ve got him. No problem.”
I bit back a smile. Growing up, Tom always used to say “No problem”, even if the kid he was about to fight was twice his size. That happened a lot, when we were kids. But this wasn’t then. This is what he trained to do. He needed this win.
And in that moment, I knew he didn’t need to hear it from me, too. So I scrapped my speech, all the words about his mum worrying and the crowd cheering, and just pulled him to my forehead.
“Don’t get hit too much, ok?” I whispered.
I was seated front row next to Harry, who was periodically leaning over and promising me Tom was ok. But I wasn’t so sure that he was ok. It was like he was a newcomer in the ring, a baby in comparison. I needed to stop that line of thinking.
“Guard your fucking eye!” Yousif was screaming.
“Why is he taking so many punches?” I whispered to myself. Sure, Tom was getting the hits in, but he was hardly defending. Blow after blow went back and forth between the two of them, blood was running down his face and I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from screaming, too.
The bell rang and Tom collapsed in the corner, Harrison on his face in an instant. Yousif crouched down in front of him, yelling instructions. Tom looked tired. It was heading into the tenth and he still hadn’t finished this.
Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear him saying “I know I know I know. Fuck! I know.” He squeezed his eye shut as Harrison fixed him up as best he could. I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
“Tommy!” I shouted, his head immediately snapping in my direction. I threw my hands up in confusion. “Knock him out, babe!” He was breathing hard and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he felt my words in his core. The bell rang and he flew up.
Right hook, bob, cross, fall back, one-two punches. A left corkscrew put him bleeding on the canvas. The referee got to the count of six and he was up again, coming back fierce. He ducked and jabbed and weaved his way around the ring, keeping off the ropes. But he was still getting hit, a significant amount.
“Fuck.” Harry hissed. “Come on, Tom.”
Then something changed. I could see it through the blood running down his face. Like he was just sick of it. In a flamboyant fashion, he landed a series swings and with one final blow and the longest count of 8 I’d ever endured in my life— he won.
The stadium exploded and all the guys around me screamed and shook one another as Tom’s fist was raised high in the air and models surrounded him and a belt was placed in his hands. It was everything we wanted, but I felt sick inside. Cameras flashed on me as Tom turned in my direction and blew me a kiss. I beamed as bright as I could fake and then was whisked backstage to the prep room to wait for him.
The aftermath was always a flurry. Everyone shouting, trying to keep the loser away from the winner, press settling in for the post-conference. I couldn’t stand to sit out there on his panel tonight, so I waited and watched on the television screen.
He looked like absolute shit. Harrison had done his best and Tom obviously had to check out with the fight physicians, but I swear the other guy had about beat his face in. I could only imagine how many bloody towels were sitting just off camera.
Tom smiled bright as he was peppered with questions about his come-from-behind win. He laughed as reporters teased him about getting beat up pretty good. And he shrugged nonchalantly when asked if he’d take on another challenger in the next couple of weeks.
After the news conference ended I could hear the boys all coming down the hall. When the door opened, Tom came trudging through. He looked worse in person, his exhaustion a clear physical weight on his shoulders. He managed a dopey smile at me.
“Hi Princess.” He extended an arm for me to come near, and I reluctantly did.
“I think you’re going to need another shower before we leave here.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He kissed my hair over and over, so happy with himself.
“Can’t hit the town smelling like a winner, eh?” He teased.
I stepped back and stared at him.
“You aren’t honestly thinking about going to the after parties, are you?” I glared over and Harrison and Harry, who both avoided eye contact.
I frowned at Tom as he tried to sway me, “Come on, love. We won! It’s going to be fucking wild. You can join me for this second shower, if that’d help.” He winked as best he could with his tortured face, and Harry made some type of choking sound. Harrison was used to it.
I shook my head at him, feeling my frustration rise. He needed to go home. He needed to rest. We needed to talk.
My wishes were unsurprisingly ignored. Tom was always susceptible to peer pressure, and with the guys rehashing the fight play by play, bolstering his ego like it was their job, of course he was going to want to celebrate.
We were lead out a main exit where a massive crowd lined the barricades, and flashes of cameras made my vision spotty. Security kept close and Tom clutched my hand as we made our way to the car, and then to the party.
Once we had arrived, he sat proudly next to me, his hand never leaving my thigh, inching his way up it, in fact. My skin tight dress felt suffocating as I sat silently, counting down the minutes until the night was over.
Finally, well after midnight with the party still raging, Tom turned to me.
“Ready to go, Princess?” He was definitely a bit buzzed, but not smashed, and I thanked God for that. I needed him coherent.
Our ride home was silent. The boys were gone, the cameras were gone, and his hand on my thigh was gone. I could see in the faint light that his jaw was set, and he wouldn’t look at me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I hardened myself. There was a fight coming, and we both knew it.
After the car pulled into the driveway, he made no effort to open the door for me, a gesture he rarely skipped. Instead, he walked straight into the house and left me trailing behind on his heels.
“Don’t do this to me.” I called to him as we jogged up the stairs. I could see him wince even ten steps ahead of me, and it wasn’t from my words.
“Do what?” He yelled back, heading to our room. “I couldn’t possibly understand what the problem is here.”
“Don’t make me look like I’m nagging and crazy! You know why we have to talk!”
We were in the bedroom now, Tom grunting as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing a bottle of pain killers.
“What happened out there tonight?” I motioned out the window.
“Baby, I won. That’s what happened.” He still wouldn’t look at me, instead bracing himself on the edge of the bathroom sink.
“No, no. You punched the hardest. I don’t equate that to winning.”
Tom’s head turned sharply to look at me now, his face disgusted, his already fat lip pouted out even further, “I spend years being the underdog and now I’m finally making it and you’re telling me you’ve got a problem? You’re by me when I lose but not when I win?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Tom. You are all I care about. You get that?” I was desperate for him to hear me.
“Why do you have to bring this up now?” He spat bitterly.
I could feel the lump in my throat rising, “You know Tom, someday I’m going to have your children, and when I do I don’t want them afraid of their father’s face.” Then, as an after thought I added, “If this keeps up they’ll be lucky to even know their own father’s face.”
Tom looked up at the ceiling, hands running up into his hair.
“Baby, I won! This is good for us!”
“Yeah but it’s taking you way too long to get off now. You’re going to be punch drunk before you’re 25 if you keep up fighting like this.”
He moved towards me, arms spread wide, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to block a punch now and then. It’s not weak to play defense.” I argued.
Tom shook his head in frustration, “That’s not how I fight.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, “That’s how you’re going to fight if you expect me to believe that you love me and want to be with me for the rest of your life.”
Tom’s eyes widened at my ultimatum. It felt harsh, but I meant it. He wouldn’t live to see old age if he kept up at this rate. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder. His hands clung to me as though I might walk out of the room at any second.
“I can’t lose you. You know I can’t lose you.” He choked out. I felt hot tears running down my arm.
My eyes filled with tears, too, “I am here for you. But you need to know that all these other guys, they’re in it for the glory. The minute your bad days start to outnumber your good, they’re all just going to scatter. When they’re gone, I’ll still be here. I’ll still believe in you. So for my sake, I need you to take a few less hits.”
“Ok…ok…” he whispered, still holding me, still on my shoulder.
“I love you. Ok? I love you.” I turned his chin up to look at me, “We’re in this big bad world together.”
His teary eyes turned to loving ones and he kissed me so hard I was glad he had the painkillers in his system.
Taking his face in my hands, I held him at arms length, “I would rather see you block a good punch then land a careless one any day of the week, you understand?” He nodded at me. He was good, but to survive he needed to smart, not just good. He knew it and I knew it.
“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly, turning to kiss my hand on his face. “I love you.”
“You know I’m proud of you.” I told him intently, standing up.
He scooted up to lean against the head of the bed while I started changing out of my miserable dress. It was quiet for a time.
“You know,” he mused, watching me, “I only went 10 rounds tonight. I’ve still got another two in me.”
My attention turned immediately in his direction and I smiled to myself, making my way over to the bed.
“Tommy Holland wants to go two whole rounds?” I whispered, crawling gently on top of him in my underwear, “With me?”
“Fuck.” He swallowed, looking me up and down, “If I have my way, I’d like to make you go three rounds.”
welcome all! make sure to thank @jen–ne–sais–quoi for the existence of these posts because the poor thing asked to know about ryan and now she probably knows more than she ever wanted to!
here in our final chapter, we shall see what ryan has been up to from where we left off in 2015 to as current as we can be as of today (feb 26, 2017) this is mostly links and pictures because he didn’t actually do a whole lot
alright, early 2015. pretty much all ryan ross does is spend time with friends, mostly dan keyes and ryland blackinton. he goes to coachella and looks lovely in his hawaiian shirt.
he also posted some teasers about making music on instagram, but we saw no new music.
the most important thing about 2015 is ryan’s beard.
look at it. it’s glorious.
in february/march of 2015 zayn has left one direction (this is a ryan ross post, why is she talking about one direction??? it’s relevant, i promise.) someone thought it would be funny to edit the 1d wikipedia page to day that ryan ross had joined the band. 1d fangirls lost their minds. ryan tweeted “
You guys got it all wrong, the four remaining members of One Direction are joining MY band”
if you look at his twitter throughout 2015, some of the tweets are vastly different than others. it could’ve been him on drugs, it could’ve been shane morris. personally, i think it was more shane, but the other is a possibility. also in june 2015, he got super fucked up and crashed a PHASES show. there are pictures of it out there, but i don’t think it’s really appropriate to share them. i also vaguely remember someone (z maybe?) asking for them to not be shared because ryan was really embarrassed and upset about it. about the incident he said “Def was having too much fun at the Phases show tonight, I promise I’ll never do it again again” so there’s that.
then in july ryro got a girlfriend! he began dating model helena vestergaard and it seemed really good for him. it was certainly good for all of us fans because he posted so much while they were together. she also posted a lot about him. there were so many ryan pictures. it was glorious. here are some pics
then the next most important thing of 2015 happened.
ryan and helena got the cutest puppy in the world
from then on his instagram is pretty much dottie, but none of us mind because she’s precious.
don’t forget that this era of ryan likes hockey and baseball. he watches both and plays hockey too.
halloween 2015. the fucking party. so. you thought we were done talking about brendon urie. we’re not. by 2015, he and ryan are not talking, at all. brendon usually avoids talking about ryan at all. then adam levine (yes, that one) has a halloween party. ryan’s invited because he’s best friends with mickey madden. he goes as a gremlin. well, a mogwai because he’s fuzzy and not scaly, but yeah.
brendon, dressed as a skeleton and with sarah, was also there. as far as i’m aware, they basically didn’t even talk. brendon goes on to mention it a million times.
btw, by this point ryan doesn’t use his twitter anymore, it’s all just instagram links. there were some tweets earlier in the year that i’ll be talking about in my shane morris companion piece, but basically, shane likes to troll ryan’s fans by tweeting things or posting things on facebook then quickly deleting them.
also in 2015, ryan posts a picture of what seem to be song titles along with promises for making new music (the “shut the fuck up” was in response to someone telling him to go to bed btw)
we’re now at the end of 2015. it seems like this is when ryan finally disconnects his twitter from his instagram because (except for one) his tweets stop and his instagram continues. he has also dropped shane morris as his manager (thank god)
near the beginning of 2016, ryan tells us that he has written a song for a band called agelast (sadly, that is pronounced ah-gel-ist, not age-last) he posted on both twitter and facebook about this. i’m inclined to believe both posts were actually him, not shane, but who knows. there was this comment on the facebook page that would be nice if it was from him.
then, also early 2016, he and helena broke up. he was all set to fly to visit her in australia on a long term modeling job, and maybe he did, but that was that on helena vestergaard. she deleted all traces of him from her social media. he continued to play hockey and post pictures of dottie.
he also bought 5 pounds of sour patch kids, causing all of us to fear for his health. then he starts to become a bit of a recluse. he posts a lot less frequently and it’s usually dottie pictures.
then he goes to a renaissance fair and saves lives with his look
easily the most important part of 2016 was when ryan did a surprise performance with dan keyes’ band cologne at emo nite la. it’s everything. EVERYTHING. watch it now. it felt like a nice comeback and he looked GOOD
we also got another tiny song clip. more pictures and videos of dottie. he also modeled some new PHASES merch with Z and Langley
he went to the beach and we were blessed with this glorious image
then he turned 30! and jeremy burke & alison harvard threw him a mini party at midnight with pizza!
also sometime in august, his demo ep was deleted from soundcloud (his whole soundcloud was deleted) along with his site going down and his facebook page being deleted. the only thing we know is actually ryan is his instagram.
then came halloween. with costumes in the past like et, a sloth, and a gremlin, we knew he would not disappoint. he was link from legend of zelda and he spent a good amount of the party (adam levine’s again, bden was not there) with victoria asher and gabe saporta from cobra starship. have some pics.
throughout 2016, a director named dan adams (glitterworldinc on insta) had been tagging ryan in a lot of pictures. i’m going to make a companion piece for him as well, but i’ll mention him here. he posts pictures of ryan, sometimes with strange captions, sometimes with rude captions. many pictures didn’t have ryan in them, but he was tagged. some pictures were of ryan’s house or around echo park. see more about that in the companion piece. lots of speculation went on about what he was doing with ryan. we’ll get to that in a minute. something more exciting now. the longest clip of new music that makes me cry every single time i listen to it, that callback line. (fun fact, z commented on it and called him space boi which is where i get one of my tags for him)
he looked beautifully goth for new years
now we’re in 2017!
we found out this year that all the things glitterworldinc had been posting are because ryan’s going to be in his new movie!! he’s playing a character named Dewey Parsons in daniel adams’ new movie starmaker
the newest picture we have from ryan himself is this
and dan adams (glitterworldinc) has recently posted two! one was posted today!
and that is basically everything i know about ryan ross’ life from the earliest facts i know to today! thank you for coming along on this crazy long ride with me and reading this giant mess. i’ll make those companion pieces here soon, so look out for those!
EDIT: Update!!!!! ryan posted this mere hours after i finished this because he likes to make my life harder (i’m mostly kidding, i love him so much)
his caption: “On all twos Makin tunes on toons”
EDIT NUMBER 2: i should have made an outline for these posts, jesus christ. i told you all in another post that the guitar ryan burned alive would be important later and then i never told you why. the why is because brendon still has it. yep, he has the guitar that ryan burned all the way back in the cabin/pretty. odd. era. how do we know this? oh, just because brendon put it in his literal house of memories. it’s fine, i’m not crying. (it’s not fine, i am crying) the house of memories is a vip thing for this tour where fans can go in and take pictures with a bunch of old panic! things, from the masks from fever era to stuff from the victorious video. i would kill to go.
What you said: “…a little late, I think.” What they heard: "Baby on the way!”
Before you can explain that you’re not sure yet, they’re already cartwheeling around the room in ecstasy. You exchange an exasperated side-eye with Nanny (Kanetsugu/Giles/Kirisato/Tadatsugu) and throw your hands into the air. They’ll figure it out eventually.
Kenshin has thrown himself head-first into his room of requirement storage room, and started digging around, looking for the most beautiful of his treasures. To set aside as heirlooms, of course. He’s even sorting things properly so that he can accomplish his task. You start to say something, but find that Kanetsugu has snuck up behind you and clasped his hand firmly over your mouth. “Don’t you dare!” he breathes. “I’ve been trying to get him to clean this junk out forever!”
@nashvillestacy: “Meting STEVIE NICKS!!! THROW BACK THURSDAY: 1996. They said she was coming. No one believed it.
She came into the party at midnight dressed as Glenda the Good Witch. She told stories about her time working as a waitress while Lindsey played guitar all day. And that she wanted to turn her song Rhiannon into a ballet. She drank scotch and smoked - and then in the wee hours played Rhiannon on the piano. I nearly died….. #stevienicks #throwbackthursday #tbt #nashville”
He was over the one-time shags and loveless relationships the town offered. He was happy with his life and content with his success but she was sharper than tequila, sweeter than wine, and had more of a kick than a shot of fireball.