what would ryan do

  • <p> <b>What she says:</b> I'm fine.<p/><b>What she means:</b> I'm so confused why Brendon and Ryan couldn't just literally come out and say Ryden was real. I mean, now, Ryan really misses Brendon and acts like he's his ex that he still loves, and Brendon's dodging his name like old timers in fandom drama. I also don't understand how Brendon could pretend he wasn't writing a hundred songs about Ryan and not make it obvious. Come on, I mean, "How I missed yesterday, how I let it fade away", "Being blue is better than being over it", "There's no sunshine, there's no you and me". Brendon and Ryan were so perfect for each other. And how come he only recently came out as sexually fluid? What happened in capetown so many years ago? Why does Brendon pretend like nothing ever happened, when he has totally kissed him, worn his shirts, his ties, his guitar strap the post-split performance, held up a sign that says "Ryden Exists" in big capital letters. There are pictures proving it! Also why Ryan flew to New York to Seattle just to see him so they could celebrate Ryan's birthday, without telling his girlfriend or anyone else. Ryan said "He's my boy. Always will be." In a tweet and never let him completely go. Does Brendon still love Ryan? Will they ever confront each other again? What did Ryan do? Why did they try to cover up the fact that She Had The World, When The Day Met The Night, and Northern Downpour were about their love? Were they scared what their fans would do? Why is Brendon so avoiding of Ryan's name? What could he have possibly done for it to be so terrible even talk about him for that long? Why can't we know what happened in capetown? Ryan told Brendon so much and almost loved him, while Brendon was obviously head over heels for him? Why are we left in the dark, aimlessly wandering, searching for an answer in this dark continuum that we may never find? Did something that wasn't consented both ways happen romantically? I know Ryden was real. I just know it. There's too much proof to not realize it. If you showed someone who had no idea what Ryden was or who they were a picture of them, they would immediately assume they were dating. Also, their Twitters. Ryan and Brendon were very close on Twitter, and they couldn't have done a better job of acting as gay as possible. Brallon, also. Do people think that this is some kind of replacement? I feel like Brendon just wanted to be all cute with Dallon to try and replace what he had with Ryan. This may or may not be true, but it's what I think. I can tell Brendon still misses Ryan and loves him deep down in his heart, and Ryan has the exact same feelings. I feel that I will always wonder as I lay in my bed late at night... "What happened in capetown... And why?"<p/></p>
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“I sat with the director, Nicolas Winding Refn, at the Noho Star for four hours and told him why I wasn’t going to do his movie. I think that made him like me. As it was written, I hated the character. In the script, he was a Mexican, tatted-up guy who beat and gave alcohol to his infant son. When you saw this guy, you wanted the blond people—Carey Mulligan, who played my wife, and Ryan Gosling, who played my rival for her affections—to get together. I absolutely did not want to play that role. So Refn said, ‘Make him anything you want him to be.’ And I rewrote my character.” — Oscar Isaac.

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Colton Ryan and Michael Canada perform “What Would I Do?” from Falsettos

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#the real favorite is all five

  • Gavin: Do you think if you combined all of the Americans together, they would be heavier than the heaviest thing?
  • Ryan: Wh- What do you mean the heaviest thing? --
  • Gavin: What's the heaviest -
  • Ryan: -- Like a star?
  • Gavin: No the heaviest -
  • Michael: Bam! He went right to space. Did you see it coming?
  • Ryan: What's the heaviest thing I know?
  • Gavin: No, the heaviest thing on Earth.
  • Ryan: Your nose?
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This was better in my head  

Joining the bandwagon of the Personality ah Swap au by @samijen​ 

Their meeting probably wouldn’t happen like this but I just wanted this to be more of a thing. Though with Ryan having Ray’s personality he’s likely joking but Ray doesn’t need to know that.

And Jack has probably left to make bets with the other dudes about when these guys are gonna hook up. 
Bonus hours later:

Fucking nerd

angesansnom  asked:

what would grantaire do when ferre is feeling dysphoric?

i’m glad you asked cause I shit you not, i had a dream about this recently! (nb grantaire btw)

  • Grantaire is very big on destroying gender rolls, but when Ferre feels dysphoric, all that shit is out the window. If Combeferre wants to do all the typically manly things, he can
  • this means the two of them walking around in boxers. only boxers. Combeferre sometimes wears a shirt, but normally he wears a binder with his boxers 
  • Grantaire goes overboard with the nicknames. for example: “Hey baby boy, you want some food?” “mcmanly, what movie do you wanna watch?” “how’s the most handsome man on planet earth doing’
  • Combeferre doesn’t feel like he has a low enough voice, so Grantaire keeps his voice as high as he can to put it in comparison
  • The two of them go out an get hair cuts, it’s really therapeutic and helps Ferre feel more masculine
  • Grantaire shaves their beard because Ferre struggles to grow one so they show him you don’t need a beard
  • they also wear a lot of feminine things to put ferre’s masculinity in contrast
  • Grantaire makes sure that Ferre binds safely, and gives him extra attention when he has to take the binder off
  • they try to distract ferre with movies and just fun things to keep his mind off of it
  • at the end of the day, Grantaire cuddles up to their boyfriend and holds his boyfriend in his arms as they fall asleep

cute R and ferre are cute

crazy stupid lovely kinds of things

(a/n) for @tmntflashfic theme intergalactic have fun reading an 18 yr old leo being the idiot we all know and love, avoiding the samurai we (including leo himself) all know and love. in space


 The first time he met Usagi, they were stationed on the edge of Eris, on the fourth quadrant of the fifty-seventh sector when Leo felt the familiar warmth- like an overabundance of something that could have been either love at the very first glance, enraptured astonishment or amazing intimidation- or maybe it was just all three incredible feelings at once.

 Leonardo could not decipher it all that much at the time,  but when the samurai came to the outskirts of the village, riding a beast with six legs, and flashed a smile warmer that the breeze that carried the fields, Leo promptly declared himself screwed.


                                                 One Selzig Later

Sector 45

Eros District 18

Leo had officially told the universe that he was done with love; his first love ever, Space Heroes, let him down after he realized that there was no such thing as a perfect leader, and that if you slap your crew enough times you might wake up abandoned on some far flung planet, outside of any known solar system.

And then there was the samurai of Edo, the village of Eris in the district of Eros- and then there was, again, that same samurai in the Nexus. And then Leo started feeling all kinds of strange things. And then he ran as far as he could from those feelings, dreading fate and the inevitable reunion it would bring because he was just that unlucky. 


Or maybe he was too lucky, and just can’t comprehend how the universe thought he deserved something a little bit greater than his family. 


But when Leo gives himself enough time to think about it, it never did start with love or fate or even the universe. It all really started with a triple dog dare and a battle in the sector forty-five, another nine or ten or so sectors from the seventh moon of Eris. Seven days and nights they fought, firing lasers and cannons and whatever willpower and cockiness could buy the Ulysses crew, maybe some time to finesse themselves back to a less hostile quadrant- wherever that may be. And so the blasts lit up the planets surrounding them like fireworks for times uncounted as they took on Hytashi samurai’s and Gryllian pirates from the darker worlds that sat furthest from the R’Zas star.

It was around the second rotation of some planet or another that Leonardo realized drunken bets were taken very, very seriously in this district and that trying to steal a pink laser sword with flowers growing up the sides for the only samarai that could best him in heart and mind and skill was cause for all out, galactic war. But Leo already might have known that, if he wasn’t drunk out of his mind (drunk out of his mind translates to two shots from a tavern in Lithr because leo, famously, did not drink) and if he was able to resist the power of a triple dog dare.

(we interrupt this terribly awful tale for the poor souls who didn’t know: triple dog dares, contrary to the average double dog dare, are actual weapons of mass destruction; it is universally known, even, that a triple dog dare is nothing to be taken lightly and practically held the power of like, seven suns or something like that. he or she or anyone who was neither he nor she who dared to defy the laws of daring would be cursed)

At least, that was how Mikey put it, theatrical and stupidly convincing to a two a.m Leonardo who had been sleep deprived, and a little too eager for another adventure. And then there was a gap in time between the two shots of Lithrian whiskey, Donnie and Casey becoming a blur past him,  him making a bet, losing said bet, getting punched in the face, stealing a flora laser sword, calling Usagi for help and starting a (minor) war.

So now he’s here, wishing he was probably somewhere else, feeling fourteen again.

A glider rushes past his ears, sending smoke through the stars, and Leo vaguely catches the look Raph and April give him from the lower deck of the Ulysses.

“What?!” he shouts over an explosion and the far off cackling of Donnie somewhere on the other side of their ship.

 April scoffs, her body getting lost in the fray of pirates; she breaks a few necks, shoots some heads and straightens herself out, still managing to look 100% done.

“You just had to tick them off and raid their arsenal for your boyfriend-” she aims her blaster out at her side, eyes narrowing harder on Leo, “I hope you get your cocky ass handed to you!” 

Raph grunts in agreement but can’t manage to add to it after he gets pulled overboard into open space. The battle looks very well won already; a few burning ships and dead men later, anyway.


Then the only lights around are the sparks and their victory raging on-

-and a single ship in the distance unscathed and so gloriously huge it makes Leo’s inner Space Heroes complex wet itself just a little bit.

And its captain, stoically standing near the ship’s planks, breaks his stance and offers a cordial smile, biting down on a dirt covered carrot.


World Border Eris

 Eris District 6

 The City of Floating Rock

Leo tilts his head back, feeling the cool concrete against his skin, staring dazedly into the bright neon red bars blocking him from getting out of here and from control and from his family- the family who he vaguely remembers also getting arrested by the carrot eating captain that also happened to be Usagi, who also happened to be the one thing Leonardo had been avoiding (missing) since the Nexus Battles.  

Everything about last night is fuzzy and there’s missing pieces in his puzzle of time and happenings and his head buzzes at the memory. He hates not remembering; he’s had enough of that, actually.

“This’s going to look really bad on my record…” Leo says, into the emptiness of his cell, because he likes to believe that all the other charges and bounties on him mean absolutely nothing, virtually nonexistent because he’s doing good and he’s not his family who embrace the dangerous, recklessly fulfilling life of being outlawed space pirates. They could afford that, but Leonardo knew somewhere unspoken that he couldn’t. His family needs him.

Wherever they are.

Maybe the worst part about all of this- this life they’re barreling their way through one captured territory at a time- is that all Leo wants to do is save and rescue and liberate and be the good in everything that wasn’t. Because all he knows is Maltera and the nineteen Calderan children and their screams and the look on his enemies’ faces when they knew his only weakness was that want: the want to protect.

His brothers- April, Casey- they all wanted him to let that go, and maybe that’s why they treated him to the tavern in Lithr district 18 and why he took whatever Case gave him and got drunk for the first time. Because maybe forgetting was better some days, when remembering hurt really, really bad. He didn’t know; Leo wishes he did, as his eyes get lost in the neon lights of the bars that blend with the dull glow of his damaged suit.

“Think, Leo: what would Captain Ryan do?” he says quietly, looking down at his hands and then around the confinement cell he was stuck in. Nice scenery. For a holding cell.

His eyes dance around the space, and the little pamphlet by his feet.

Eris! The Planet of a Thousand Worlds! it read in Valderian, the common language spoken in sectors forty through sixty-two. Mikey spoke it best. He picked up on that kind of stuff fast.

Leo’s wondering how many of those worlds he wants to see before he’s executed when a shadow appears at the front of his cell. Usagi kneels before him and stares into Leonardo’s eyes. He squints and tilts his head and part of Leo thinks he’s almost as good at intimidation as Leo and his crew can be. He’d fit right in.

If they weren’t his captives on a ship hovering past a floating city. If Leo didn’t probably screw things up. 

Then the rabbit samurai captain that also happens to be the guy Leo met in the Nexus and kinda sorta might want to get to know better but is way to terrified to(?) smiles in such good nature Leo fears he’ll kill him now ironically. This has to be a let down from the last time they saw each other, when they promised to find one another again.

But he doesn’t, extending a hand instead that sends the neon bars dissolving. Leonardo sees his own astonishment in the eyes of Usagi who chuckles, his face uncomfortably close to Leo’s.

“I know,” he says softly, eyes darting down the hall, “I believe your crew member called it ‘awesome’. I do not know…I call it unnecessary. But I am only sent aboard this ship to retrieve your crew, not to dispute.” Usagi shrugs, his armor hefting, sword scraping the metallic floors beneath them.

The hallway is mostly quiet, a soft buzzing from the other cells trickles into the atmosphere and, by far, this is the most peaceful capture the Ulysses has ever had.

“I did not anticipate your call…or that you would be so…” the words fall away from Usagi, his lips twisting.

Clearing his throat, Leonardo rises to his feet, feeling very hungover and a little irritated at that strange way his heart’s beating, “I’m not…Well, I don’t usually…”

“Almost start war- or drink?” Usagi stands too, stepping into the cell, and he’s so calm and even that of all the things to feel Leonardo can only steady himself too.

“Both…o-or neither. It was a dare- which is dumb- but then there was the sword-”

“…I saw it,” Usagi grins, a mixture of bridled excitement and amusement, that falls the minute it came, “Flora’s are expensive, Leonardo…and that- stealing? I’d like to think you wouldn’t have to do that just to visit Edo. I’ve sent you letters…”

Leo listens to the hum of the other cell bars for a moment, and then, scratching at the ripped patch on his suit, he looks over at Usagi with something close to humiliation, “So what’s our charge?”

Usagi sighs, hand running over his ear, “The Daimyo will be most disappointed at this…” he mumbles, looking over at Leonardo, “No ships are allowed to pass into this sector without clearance. It is for the protection of the Daimyo’s son-”

“I assure you this is a huge misunderstanding,” Leo interjects trying to keep this professional, fumbling over his words, pulling out what he can from a hazy mind, “On my honor, Usagi-San…the Ulysses wouldn’t bring harm to Eris…we just…we were passing through.”

Ships pass out the window, brushing the rocks, catching the Usagi’s dark eyes for a moment before they meet Leonardo’s, “I apologize…the Daimyo- he will decide your fate. I can only lead you to the next holding cell in Edo, I’m afraid. I hate that we had to meet under these circumstances, Leonardo…I did not know you had bounties on your head, let alone a record- until Gen told me.”

Through his indignation, Usagi manages to smile.

Leo takes a deep breath and pushes it through his nostrils, grinning back, “I’m sorry to disappoint.”

“You should be, Leonardo-San…I could have left you and your crew to the pirates,” Usagi shoots back, eyes dropping to the floor, “And I imagined you dead- all of Edo did when you did not return my letters.”

“I was in a tough spot,” Leo says in a weak defense, “We were hiding out for a while until-”

“You will be lucky-” Usagi cuts in because okay, he has every right to be pissed and maybe Leo’s a little messed up right now and is so not handling this trauma thing right but that’s okay (no it’s not), “-if the Daimyo withholds punishment from you- I would not, if you were wondering.”

But maybe it is okay.

“Hey…” Leo moves in close, and refrains from pulling Usagi any closer, letting his hand hover instead near him, “I’m not dead, Usagi…I’m right here. Somehow in one piece, too.” 

He gives a signature, toothy smile like it was the first time they met. When Leo was younger and slightly less stupid. 

“Yes,” Usagi mumbles stubbornly, “In a holding cell. Alone.”

And Leo wants to tell Usagi to stay, but that would be uncalled for, circumstances as they are, anyway; and he doesn’t think to move either, until Usagi pulls him in, pressing against Leo tightly. In the morning, Donnie will probably find a way out of here before they even get their sentence- odds are they’ll hear it when this quadrant does, on the jumbo screens between checkpoints and space stations, which means they’ll have to hide out till it dies down, run off and repeat. But Leo knows he can never replace this, this quiet thing etched into his memory, as Usagi buries his face into the collar of his worn out space suit.

Somewhere on the ship alarms blare and Leo hears Mikey laughing, and he hugs back tighter, “Be careful…” he murmurs, pulling away, “I’ll come back…the right way. When I’m better.”

He breaks away, running to catch up with Donnie and Casey, and promises he’ll write a letter back one day. 


And maybe, eventually, do a little more than that.

puppetpuppe  asked:

I'm curious, if you still do Monster!Ohm asks, 'cause I started to wonder what human Ohm {Ryan} would do if he could have an after tast/sickening feeling or taste again, if he knew that Monster!Ohm ate human meat. I'm also sorry for spamming ya with likes.

( haha no worries ! thanks for liking my blog :3 )

–i think he’d eat so many sweets to get the taste off; probably why he Chubb™ ?

anonymous asked:

Omg there's a video on YouTube of Colton Ryan and a guy named Michael Canada singing What Would I Do from Falsettos and I am officially dead and in love

Thank you so much for pointing this out to me, and here it is! It’s so beautiful I’m…,,,,,

Is Ryan Ross anti LGBT+?

Let’s delve into the debate and find out if the accusations have any depth.

There was a screenshot of texts posted by Sh**e where he asked Ryan what he would do if a girl had a bigger dick than him. My personal interpretation of the texts was that Ryan was referring to the dick as ‘it’ and not the girl. But yeah, kinda shady. (assuming we trust Sh**e on this one) (Also I do not understand why he doesn’t break ties with someone as problematic as Sh**e)

However, he has tweeted this: (RFRA was a bill that was seen as a threat to the LGBT+ community)

Yes, Time To Dance is about Invisible Monsters, but I haven’t read the book so I don’t know if it is transphobic. Firstly, though, Time to Dance was one of their first songs so Ryan was pretty young when he wrote it and secondly, I guess the social perspective 10-15 years ago was somewhat different than it is now.

This is just a musing of mine, but I think Ryan might’ve been hinting at himself through that particular line.. as a boy with very little to no inhibitions about adopting a traditionally feminine appearance (his hair, his makeup, his clothing, his mannerisms) This is entirely a product of my warped brain, but to me, a teenage Ry trying to figure himself out seems more likely than him penning down a song to hurt others, especially when he was going through disturbing times himself.

Also, I assume everyone knows about ‘reinvent love’, one of the highlights of the Pretty Odd Era, being a quote by the gay poet Arthur Rimbaud?

I’ve read the Paul Cates theory on tumblr too, and here’s something I found today:

George Ryan Ross III. I admit he is not perfect, he has done questionable stuff. But weren’t most of us pretty unaware about such issues before we joined tumblr? I believe he’s on the road to improvement. Let’s give him a chance and see. :)

Be Okay

Summary: It’s been three heists since they got together as a unit of six, and this is the first serious injury.

AO3

Geoff can’t breathe.

His chest hurts and he’s not sure if it’s from running so far and so fast, or if he’s fractured a rib from when he slammed into the ground under the force of the blast, or if it’s because his heart is pounding so fast he half fears it might explode.

Geoff can’t breathe, and he can still hear the sirens in the distance behind them, echoing faintly through the subway tunnel, and all he can smell is blood and gunpowder, and Gavin… Gavin….

Geoff is half-carrying, half-dragging him along, struggling not to trip over the uneven railway tracks. He can feel blood running hot and sticky over his hands, and Gavin’s tears soaking through his shirt where the other’s face is pressed into his shoulder, and he has to keep moving, he can’t stop-

Can’t stop-

Can’t stop-

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