The Disneyland parade has evolved into an all-singing, all-dancing extravaganza and Brendon wants to be part of it. Unfortunately there aren't a lot of opportunities for the guy who sells knick-knacks by the park gates. Enter Ryan, the parade's current star attraction, who might just have a plan to get Brendon everything he always wanted. (jacqui-hw on livejournal)

Title: Boston Author: poisontrees Rating: R Pairing: Brendon/Ryan POV: First, Brendon Summary: The day I found my sister in the bathtub dead was the day I met Ryan Ross. {not mine. this all belongs to poisiontrees on livejournal. i'm just sharing this beautiful story to all of you} {also this story has mentions of suicide and a lot of other things. this is a pretty dark fic so be warned}

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Mrs. Ross, fed up with her son's destructive and illegal behavior, decides to send him to live with a friend of the family over the summer before his senior year. The worst part is, he's staying on a farm. CREDITS FOR THIS WONDERFUL STORY GOES TO CAUSTICMAYHEMX ON LIVEJOURNAL!

FINISHED RE-CONSTRUCTION !!! mis·an·thro·py /məˈsanTHrəpē/ (n) - a dislike of humankind. - - - "Who could see inside the mind of a killer, anyway?" * * * Started: 8/3/2017 Finished: 10/22/2017 **Republished: 07/01/2022 {tw: blood/gore/death/character death/drug use/strong language/graphic sexual content/non-consensual sex/abuse/necrophilia}

Just outside of Phoenix, Arizona, Brendon Urie's mild-mannered alter ego is simply himself. A 25-year-old hairdresser who thinks he's seen it all and he's done all he can in this little town. It's a normal Monday afternoon with a lull in business when he hears the same jangly guitar music he's heard from the same guy that's been sitting in the same spot for the past couple of months. Struggling artists, what can ya do? For Brendon, he pities the poor guy and he just doesn't have the heart to call the cops on him for loitering, so he leaves him be. Until that particular Monday when he just gets too curious. [tw: cursing/swearing, general drug use] instagram fic bc we like to try new things around here!

"Some princes don't become kings." * * * The province of Asturias is in need of a new king. With villagers to care for, mages to train, and a kingdom to protect from the dangers of the Valmead Empire, only a worthy king can safely rule over the magical province. Who would be a better fit for the throne than the king and queen's very own conceited son, Brendon Urie?

We took eight exes and sat them in a room with a camera, a list of questions and a bottle of what we call our "Demon Drink Mix". Shots strong enough to knock the devil off his throne. The game is simple. Truth or Drink. Each pair of exes will be asked a series of questions no one would want to answer. A dare or two will be thrown in just for the fun or it. Either they answer honestly, or they take a shot. It's up to them whether or not they want to risk getting a hangover from hell.

- In which Ryan is desperate and Brendon is hyper. Since Brendon is obviously incapable of behaving like a normal human being, he's assigned detentions after school in the library, the same library that Ryan hangs out in after school to avoid going home for a little longer. "Stick flowers in my wounds, grow a garden in my side." [Based off of the song "Saturday Love" by Angels & Airwaves]