The sex industry was a dangerous place, everyone knew that. Sure, it had its perks, but for glamour model Ryan Ross, the only perk was being asked to partake in a photoshoot with gorgeous pornstar Brendon Urie, a man he both hated and admired. That single photoshoot might just have been the detonation that started everything: the lies, the affairs, the heartbreak, the scheming - in order to stay sane, you had to keep your hands to yourself. And for someone like Brendon, it would be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do. Because when you fall, you bring everyone else down with you. "How can you be okay with yourself knowing that you caused all...this?" "I'm never okay with myself, Ryan. Ever." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

[disclaimer asked for by @blurry011 this is sad at some points, but it'll be fine once they start eating pancakes] beebo: 11:11 make a wish! beebo: what'd you wish for? ryro: for you backspace backspace ryro: for me to pass that god awful chemistry test tomorrow ugh

☆bbybren☆ is typing... ☆bbybren☆: hi !!!

ryan is masculine. brendon is feminine.

Ryan is cursed and Brendon is adorable. Others are featured and weirds things happen. (inspired by the anime and manga, 'Fruits Basket') **CONTAINS SPOILERS IN THE COMMENTS FROM RE-READERS! if you're a new reader, don't look at the comments!! ***unedited and p bad read at ur own discretion

It's been ten years. Ten fucking years since my band and I started this crazy journey with our first album, a fever you cant sweat out. A lot was different back then. I have a whole new band, a wife, and I haven't talked to Ryan or Jon in years. But that last part will change tonight. Tonight, I am throwing a party to celebrate our ten years, and guess who my lovely wife invited? You guessed it. I guess I'll be getting drunk as fuck tonight. Cover credit goes to camjsado.tumblr.com