"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing." * * * The Great Depression was, by far, one of the worst tragedies in the history of the world. People drowned in debt. Banks were ruined. The stock market was broken and unreliable. But one of the only things that kept people going was this new style of music. It was rhythmic, infectious, and something that people had never quite heard of before. So they called it jazz.

In which Brendon cleans the apartment of published author Ryan Ross to finance his college studies, and Spencer opens up an Indian style café and hires Jon to brew his fair trade coffee. Excerpt: Brendon sorts through Ryan's bathroom utensils while Nirvana is blasting from the speakers in the living room. Two tubes of toothpaste join a peaceful parade next to lip balm, moisturizing cream, aftershave and eyeliner that appears to have dried up. It honestly wouldn't have taken Spencer's insinuation to figure out that Ryan's not entirely straight. To be fair, the lube in the bedroom drawer was a tiny clue, too, and yes, Brendon might have been snooping just a little. Anyone who's in the middle of reading Ryan's book would be curious, and Brendon's especially curious where Ryan hides all the drugs he must have been doing during the writing process, churning out page after page when he was only nineteen. Against the background of Behind the Sea, it's also easier to make sense of the scribbled notes Ryan leaves lying around, the tone and particular way in which Ryan phrases things slightly more familiar. Some of them have Brendon's fingers itching with music. Ryan's writing is even more lyrical when it's torn out of context, isn't bundled up neatly within a chapter. Brendon refrains. It's really not his place to leave a mark like that on things he's merely supposed to straighten up. Link to the original story: http://zarah5.livejournal.com/35320.html

Phil Lester is a good boy. Dan Howell is the bad boy. Complete opposites. What would happen if they both find out they love each other? Phil doesn't really believe him, but Dan tries to show him. How does he show him? Well by lots of sex and... Just some nice things Cover by: @Phantastic_5ever

Ryan Ross is a world-famous film director. When he needs to hire a photographer to take pictures for his new movie, young wannabe photographer Brendon Urie steps onto the scene. They have polar opposite personalities, but when they run out of gas in the middle of Death Valley, they'll have to learn to work together if they want to survive. ----------- so I've re-edited this entire story (it's taken about four hours wowowoww) and fixed parts that I wasn't happy with or parts with continuity issues that didn't make sense (like all of a sudden brendon has glasses in chapter five? what's up with that, past self?) but yes! not much has changed but if you ever want to re-read or if this is your first time reading, read this one! the first one is mainly there to remind myself how far i've come as a writer, even though it's only been a few short months. also, I still love reading all of your comments on that one; they still make me smile :) love you all!!!

Brendon works for a call center, but not just any call center, and a certain client keeps calling back for more. CREDITS FOR THIS WONDERFUL STORY GOES TO SILVER_ETOILE ON LIVEJOURNAL!

Summary: Ryan is a misanthropic Starbucks barista who is a tired insomniac and just wants to be left alone. Then Brendon moves in. myheartradio on livejournal

After being left at the altar the night before his wedding to Pete-fucking-Wentz, Ryan cashes in his honeymoon tickets to Hawaii where he finds that maybe not all men are assholes.

"jesus brendon fuck off" "as if you didn't want to touch me this whole time let's be real"

[04.12.34 | 1:36 AM] "Los placeres violentos terminan en la violencia, y tienen en su triunfo la propia muerte, del mismo modo que se consumen el fuego y la pólvora en un beso voraz." /58.442 palabras/

Ryan Ross was a guitar player in a small band called Close Corners, and by small, he meant that they played sold out shows every night and toured the world. He was a shy guy, he only ever opened up to the people he was close to. He was sensitive and sweet, and none of the things Brendon Urie was. Brendon was a fucking model. He had been on the cover of almost every magazine in the world, either for his amazingly handsome face or for a story about one of his outrageous parties. He was a Hollywood bad boy, and people latched on to him left and right. He went through boyfriends like he went through toilet paper. I guess that's why the world pulled their attention to the two boys when They were spotted as a couple in a small club. Everything kind of just blew up from there.