#and then there's the panic at the disco problem

[ratbastarddotfuck]

I've realised the unfortunate reality that I've never been able to make a playlist that captures my teen years because I haven't been able to admit that my tastes were a little cringe a decade ago. Alas cringe culture comes for us all i suppose.

[the-end-of-miky-melodic]

Everytime I hear Ryan Ross sing "Well I'm afraid that I-" in "Karma Police- live in Denver" my soul leaves my body, my body leaves the earth and the earth explodes if you get what I mean

[aeolianblues]

You come onto Tumblr sometimes and think 'wow everyone here has such a depth of musical interests, they keep talking about all these bands I've never heard of' and you google them and it's my chemical romance, my chemical side project, my chemical solo project, my chemical gay lover, my chemical best friend, my chemical counterpart from the midwest, my chemical girl (only one), my che

[austinwehaveaproblem]

a gift stimboard/moodboard of ryan ross w/ moon themes for my lovely @xxemoghoulxx

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[consolecadet]

I’ve faced multiple back surgeries with moderate stoicism, still drive despite experiencing a car-totaling mid-speed collision, continued to live in the same town for years as someone who had repeatedly tried to choke me out, and signed up for a 4-hour session for my first tattoo because I was not afraid of the pain…but I am only now voluntarily getting a Steam account because I feel embarrassed to have been afraid to play a video game for twenty seven years. I still don’t know why other than that Video Games Are For Other (“Normal”?) People. I am the kind of person who is Not Allowed To Play Video Games. What kind of person is that? The kind that’s not allowed.

I realize that this is insane. I know literally none of you care whether or not I play a video game. The only thing any of you are likely to judge me about from this post is "being extremely weird about trying to do something many of your peers have been casually doing for fun for years". And yet even posting the words "I am getting a Steam account" to a public forum where people kinda know who I am is requiring me to muster bewildering amounts of courage.

Anyway, the hidden rule forbidding me from attempting to play a video game or talking about wanting to do so is just made up bullshit that doesn't exist, so I will ignore it and do whatever I want. If I realize I want it.

[darcyolsson]

ive been listening to fall out boy for many many years but especially when it comes to the first 3 albums i still literally don't know any of the song titles and honestly at this point i fear i never will. every day i wake up and find out what my favourite fall out boy song is called and every night i go to sleep and i forget again. premotheus

[beebascloset]

BRENDON URIE IS GONNA BE A DAD

It's sad that P!ATD is disbanding but HOLY SHIY

[jackiemeandthispod]

The only way me and my friend could react to the panic news was "this is gonna be huge for the throam pod". I feel like brendon disbanding panic at the disco is as a direct reaction to you guys finishing vol 1

I’m not trying to say that we are influential but… there have certainly been some big fandom events since we have arrived so…

[unized-3]

Y'ALL YOU KNOW THAT BIT AT THE START OF ONE OF THE DRUNKS? WELL I CAN ONLY HEAR 'DOUGH, WHERE'S THE SAUCE' OVER AND OVER SEND HELP

[jennyyyeeettt]

I know I sound drunk. I'm not drunk, I'm on 3 hrs of sleep. Sorry not sorry. It will happen again.

[funkyselfships]

Hiya friends. Life has been kicking my ass lately but in other words, I’ve been listening to a lot of disco again (to cope) and I’ve been absolutely hooked on this Sister Sledge song. Gosh, I’d love to serenade Stu with this… No half-assing it either, I’d get a full band and back-up singers schedule a performance, only to dedicate the song to him right before I sing. Oh, it’d be so lovely…

[sunraies]

Rafe x Sleepy! Reader where he freaks out that she’s not answering her Phone and thinks The worst scenario that she’s sick of him, cheating etc. But It gets better when she calls him while he’s with The boys and she’s in her pj’s telling him she just woke up and asking what happened that made him call so many times 🥹

Sleepy baby

As requested above

Warnings - insecurities, toxic thoughts, drug use, drinking, and mentions of sex. Ending fluff.

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16 hours ago, you posted to your insta story. 16 hours since you'd been laughing, smiling, singing, and dancing into the camera. Music pumping and disco lights blazing as you partied into the night.

You looked so happy, surrounded by your college friends. Some he knew, and some he didn't. He wished he could have been there with you. Long distance was slowly killing him, he was sure of it.

Although he'd been uneasy about you going so far away, things had been working out. He visited as often as he could, and you came home for the holidays. But it was moments like this when he started to doubt it all. His mind would spiral.

At first, he thought there was a reasonable explanation for you not texting him when you made it home and for not responding to his messages. You were probably to tired and drunk, simply forgotten.

But as the hours ticked by and multiple messages and phone calls later, his mind began to wander to darker places. You didn't need him anymore. You had finally realised it. You had found someone else. Someone else had found you.

You were a college student, you didn't need some hometown boyfriend dragging you down, you had finally decided to live your best life. Without him. Party, sex and drugs.

Well, two could play at that game. The moment Topper had told him about a party happening, he immediately said he would go. Fuck it, he was still the Kook King, he knew how to party, how to have any person he wanted.

The problem was that you were the only person he wanted. After a few drinks, he found himself where he normally ended up at parties. Sat with his boys, Topper, Kelce, and Barry, nursing a beer, smoking a blunt, doing a few lines, and glazing into the fire pit as the sky of endless stars shone above them.

"Bro, that's like the billionth time you checked your phone." Topper pointed out as Rafe pulled his phone out of his shorts pocket again.

"What's up, Little Miss Havard ghosting you?" Barry teased as he through arm an over Rafe's shoulders.

"Fuck off" Rafe tried to shake his arm off before sighing as looked at his phone again.

All that stared back at him was you as his lock screen and a couple of notifications, but none from you.

"Oh, shit. You really think she is?" Barry's smirk dropped, suddenly noticing his friend genuinely down about something.

"She's probably just busy," Kelce tried to reassure him. "You know with essays and shit. I mean, I have a shit ton, and that's just online"

Out of everyone in their little friend circle, you were the only one who moved the furthest away. Topper was on a gap year, Kelce was doing online courses, Barry was dealing, and Rafe had to follow in Ward's footsteps. A few of your friends did gap years.

Rafe nodded slowly. "What if, what if she's do -" He didn't finish his sentence as his phone screen suddenly lit up. 'FACETIME - Baby 😍 💍'

He nearly dropped his phone in the panic of answering it. For a spilt second, he thought about letting it ring out of spite. You'd not answered any of his. But he couldn't do it, for all the spiralling his mind had been doing. He needed to talk to you.

"Rafe, hey, you ok?" You looked so sleepy as you rubbed your eye. "I'm so sorry, I've been asleep all day"

If he could have jumped into the screen and kissed you in that moment, he would have. You looked so adorable, hair in a mess, no makeup, clearly sat in your dorm room bed as he recognised the bed sheets and the tapestry on the wall behind you.

What made his heart warm the most was that you were in one of his t-shirts. One of many you had borrowed/stolen.

He knew he was smiling at his screen like a complete goof. But he didn't care.

"Where are you?" You asked, trying to work out the noises around him and odd lighting of the fire pit. "Why did you call so much? Everything ok?" You asked, concerned.

"Everything's good, baby," He smiled. "Just at a party with the boys." He turned the phone around to show them

"God, Rafe, no don-" Too late, there you was in all you sleepiness. Proudly held up on his phone screen.

"Mrs Country Club!" Barry greeted as the others said "yo" and "hey"

You awkwardly waved and smiled as your cheeks burned before Rafe turned the phone back him.

"Well, I better not keep you from the party. As long as everything is ok?" You could tell something wasn't quite right, but didn't push it. He'd tell you in his own time. He always did.

"Everything is fine, my sleepy baby." He smiled, not giving a shit if the others heard.

"Alright, see you this weekend? Facetime tomorrow?" You smiled as he nodded before saying I love yous.

"Aww, my sleepy baby. Sleepy bab-" Barry teased before Rafe pushed him. Causing his chair to topple backwards onto the grass. Making everyone who witnessed laugh.

He glanced at his phone one last time, seeing you smiling face on his lock screen and new message 'Baby 😍💍 - I really do love you ❤️😘'

[hello-weirdo]

I’m thinking about ADHD, and how I pay a lot of ADHD-tax like forgetting to pay bills and having late fees, or having to buy multiple copies of the same thing because I lose shit constantly. The world is just straight-up more expensive if you are not neurotypical. And it’s hard! Like life is already on hard-mode, why add extra obstacles?

(Whoever came up with late fees can EAT A DICK how fucking dare you. I’ve panic-avoided this bill for weeks, and I could afford it at first but then just forgot, but now it’s a whole goddamn thing because some rich asshole decided I needed to pay extra just because I have the forgetting-shit-disorder.)

[chauvesourri]

i've risen from the depths to be absolutely obsessed with the used and bandom again.

[austinwehaveaproblem]

x x x ☾ x x ☀︎ x x x

[justaboutsnapped]

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