Hi. I'm here for the fan fiction. I ship Ryden harder than Brendon's dick when Ryan turns him on. The snack that smiles back. Do you want some cHaAApS?  It's not tainted meat it's painted meat. I'm sorry I exist. Champagne Cocaine Gasoline. Sometimes to stay alive you have to drink weed. People think I have mental issues. I'll have you know that you are 100% correct when you say I have mental issues. All my friends are worried for me (they're also heathens) Me: I hate rap. Also me: Twenty Øne Piløts are sick as frick.