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Sugar Soaker, my love!! 😍

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on panictiktok we are (dis)graced by two displays of character :

1. people who are obsessed with appearing as morally pure as possible treating brendon like the worst talentless self absorbed demon

2. maybe as a result of a not-wanted procedure of reverse psychology caused by this new age "ryan glazing", people writing things you could have found on livejournal in 2007/2008 when everybody hated ryan, pretty odd or both and babbled shit like that him referencing rimbaud or palahniuk basically meant he couldn't really write and constructed songs by stealing lines from books.

guys!!! do you know what a balanced opinion is?? do you know you can recognize the different elements ryan and brendon brought to panic as a band/unity were fundamental to its birth,growth,success?? do you know you can recognize BOTH ryan's and brendon's talent??? absurd isn't it?? for the love of god please start cultivating more intellectual honesty . stop spreading lies and misinformation . give artistic credit where its due .

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Friends are the family you choose. These two have supported one another through a lot ❤️

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I cannot wait to see them playing together at WWWY!! The fam is getting back together. 🙌🏼🔥

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What I would give to hear Brendon just singing and playing guitar again! His voice is therapeutic.

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THIS PICTURE IS NOT A FUNERAL:

I need people to please stop saying that this is from Ryan's father's funeral because genuinely wtf.

The band is clearly standing around at the KROQ Weenie Roast on May 13, 2006 surrounded by guys in casual clothes (their booking agent Andrew is between Brendon & Ryan). Here are some other pictures from that day:

The picture at the top of this post used to be a very normal picture. Fans used to make jokes about what shocking thing the guys were realizing in that moment or what they were contemplating (ex: how they shouldn’t have kicked Brent out lol since this was the first show without him).

Ryan's father's funeral was almost 3 MONTHS later. The day after that was Lollapalooza on August 4th:

I am begging y'all to just look at the pictures and notice how several months had passed between the "funeral" picture and Lollapalooza. And while we're at it, maybe stop exploiting Ryan's personal pain in order to invent an emotional Ryden story or a dramatic narrative or whatever idk

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Absolutely 🙌🏼

Me, sitting in my nostalgia corner with Panic! vinyls spinning:

Brendon Urie’s voice didn’t deteriorate. People just got too used to overly polished vocals, forgot what real singing sounds like, and then got mad when he actually gave them what they claimed to want.

You: “We want raw vocals! No autotune! More emotion!”

Panic!: drops Viva Las Vengeance — one take, no pitch correction, just full-throttle, theatrical chaos straight from the gut.

You, immediately: “Why’s he yelling?” “Bring back 2008.” “It’s not pretty anymore.”

You asked for raw. You got it. And suddenly it’s a problem because it wasn’t soft or digestible enough. The album was messy, loud, aggressive — and completely intentional. It was supposed to sound like a breakdown happening on stage under a spotlight. That was the point.

He gave everything — strained notes, screams, imperfections — and still had control. That’s not a lack of technique. That’s someone choosing to sound unpolished because the story demanded it.

And then there’s the people saying “We miss Pretty. Odd.”

Okay. But what is Viva Las Vengeance if not the opposite end of the exact same timeline?

Pretty. Odd. is 1970s Beatles — dreamy, floral, whimsical.

Viva Las Vengeance is 1970s glam rock — glitter-covered, loud, messy.

One leads you into a meadow, the other kicks the dressing room door open and starts doing high kicks in platforms.

Both are theatrical. Both are Panic!. Just two sides of the same dramatic coin.

Now fast forward: Panic! announces A Fever You Can’t Sweat Out is finally being performed in full. The crowd loses it.

And still — the complaints start. Not because the show happened. Not because it was bad. It hasn’t even happened yet.

Nope — it’s based on the 2017 Fever medley, where Brendon sang the medley in a lower register and hit a high note or two as well as a more grounded and mature register

“Why’d he go deep?”

“Is he gonna do that for the whole thing?”

“He better not ruin it.”

— as if he’s committed a crime against nostalgia.

First of all: You are not going to hear 2006. That version of Brendon — the eyeliner-soaked teenager shrieking his lungs out on Live in Denver — doesn’t exist anymore. That’s not failure. That’s growth. What you’ll hear now is someone with stamina, technique, and theatrical power — who might choose a lower note here and there because he actually knows how to sustain a voice past age 30. And trust me, you’ll be in for a surprise at how well he’ll sustain Build God, Then We’ll Talk — that ending will most likely be performed in a Death of a Bachelor-like register, powerful and controlled - with that bit of old school edge

And while we’re here:

If Ryan Ross, Jon Walker, or Spencer Smith aren’t there — don’t complain.

Spencer left to get clean. That was his choice and it was the right one. Respect that.

Ryan and Jon? They weren’t “kicked out.” They left because they wanted to pursue the Pretty. Odd. sound. That was their path.

They didn’t want to do Vegas punk glam. They wanted flowers and tambourines. And that’s fine! But let’s stop rewriting history to fit a fanfic.

If Mike Naran, Nicole Row, and Dan Pawlovich take the stage? You’re still in good hands.

Nicole is an absolute goddess on bass — smooth, commanding, and cool as hell.

Dan? The only remaining constant in Panic! since 2013 besides Brendon. Steady, technical, unfazed.

And Mike? That man could play guitar on fire and still grin the whole way through — pure energy.

You may not get the Panic! of 2005–2009.

But you will get a band that knows what the hell they’re doing, fronted by someone who’s still more than capable of bringing the house down.

Trust me, if Brendon’s voice was really struggling, he’d know it himself.

So can someone please explain how he was absolutely flawless the night I saw Panic! on the Viva Las Vengeance tour?

Like, he literally smiled while hitting that Victorious note — and nailed the Sad Clown note perfectly.

Now, sure, Pray for the Wicked might’ve been a little too poppy for some of you, but let’s be real: his voice? Still unreal.

And you wanna know why?

Because of the tricks he learned on Broadway.

He came out of that experience not just with control, but with a whole new level of grit and strength.

He didn’t lose anything — he adapted. Became grittier, rougher, sharper to match the Viva Las Vengeance aesthetic.

And oh yeah — it was all recorded on tape.

No pitch correction. No smoothing over. Just pure, one-take chaos.

So when you say “it sounds unpolished” — congrats. That was the goal.

It’s loud. It’s dramatic. It’s imperfect.

It’s Panic! At The Disco.

And you know what? I’m glad he did this, it further showcased his talent as a singer and musician, we’ve had the rawness, Sinatra, broadway styles and now a grittier more glamorous style with edge

So yeah, it’s not gonna sound like 2006.

Some notes might sit lower.

And he’s still gonna those high notes like it’s nothing - whether it’s Fever or not because he doesn’t need to be confined to one particular style, he’s an incredible vocalist. I didn’t complain when he did a hardcore voice at the end of Victorious during the live show before leading into a ridiculously incredible high note, you know why?

HES TALENTED AS FUCK

And honestly? If you’re gonna whine about that, just stop.

Enjoy the damn show.

Live in the moment.

And maybe, just maybe, stop treating Panic! like some dusty yearbook you keep digging through.

The voice didn’t fade.

The band didn’t vanish.

It changed.

And honestly? It’s still fucking brilliant.

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Dear Brendon,

I’ve spent a long time thinking about how to write this. Every time I start, it feels too small — like words can’t hold the weight of what your music has meant to me. But I’ll try.

Panic! at the Disco didn’t just give me songs I liked. You gave me something to hold onto when I felt like I was losing my grip on everything else.

There were nights — long, aching ones — where I felt like I was falling through the floor. Like I was screaming into silence. I didn’t know how to explain what I was feeling, but somehow, your lyrics did. You had this way of dressing pain up in fireworks and velvet and irony — and it helped me face mine without looking away. Songs like Nicotine, Hurricane, and Crazy=Genius made me feel seen in the chaos. Sad Clown hit differently — especially the live version. It felt like someone finally got what it was like to wear a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

In those moments, when it felt like nobody was listening, you were. Your voice in my headphones, singing things I was too afraid to say out loud.

But it wasn’t just the lows. You raised me in my highest moments, too.

When I started to build myself back up — when I began to dream a little bigger, walk a little taller — your music was still there, not as a crutch this time, but as a celebration. I had high hopes, and I know you’d appreciate the wordplay — because you helped me believe in that kind of hope. Your energy, your ambition, your refusal to stay in one box — it made me feel like I could be anything, too. Like I didn’t have to choose between being messy and being brilliant.

And then I saw you live. Just once. Viva Las Vengeance tour. That night lives in my bones now. I don’t even know how to explain what it meant — only that it was a kind of joy I didn’t think I’d earn. It was loud and euphoric and electric, and in that crowd, I felt powerful and free and exactly where I was supposed to be. That album — it feels like that night. Raw, sharp-edged, but triumphant. It’s one of my favourites, not just because of the music, but because it marked a moment where I knew: I made it through.

You’ve shaped my taste, my identity, even my dreams. I’m writing a concept album now — my own little fever to sweat out — and it exists because your work taught me that music could be a world. That storytelling didn’t have to follow rules. That feelings could be messy and clever and theatrical and loud.

Thank you, Brendon. For the soundtracks to my survival. For the anthems to my victories. For singing like it all mattered — because it did. And it still does.

With everything,

Someone who found their voice in your noise.

Someone who held on — and now sings too.

Someone who still has high hopes.

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Marie Estep-Leach:

Rock Stars are dog people too ❤️AMAZING night meeting Brendon Urie lead singer of Panic! At The Disco, playing with BarkBox toys with his pups who tour with the band, then saw their great show! My boss is the coolest Lindsay Kendall 😎😘 #VIP #VeryImportantPups

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You can’t be in a bad mood when you see him!!

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He is pure serotonin ❤️

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koreantomcruise:

Ladies and gentleman, Brendan fucking urie

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Brendon & Jake (2024) 😊😀

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Behind the scenes pic from filming the VLV videos 5-22.

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Brendon with a fan!! This pic is adorable 🥰

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I am in love!!!! The first one owns my heart! 😇 These were from the VLV era photoshoot. Beautiful!!!