posts tagged #pretty odd era

prettyoddfever:

ok but the absolute best part of the cheez whiz quest was Brendon being left to wait in the van and beeping at them like a soccer mom

littleryden:

365 days of ryan ross; day 17

prettyoddfever:

It’s late afternoon in the Nevada Desert and Panic! at the Disco are, if not dicing with death, at least risking a nasty bump… the quartet have decided to amuse themselves by getting strapped into dune buggies and racing around the deserts outside their hometown at 50mph.

… the hazards here are plentiful: rocks and rusting cars dot the landsape. When the shadows lengthen, bobcats and rattlesnakes lie in wait for any unsuspecting arena rock dandies. “Oh great, we’re all going to die,” moans guitarist Ryan Ross, checking his safety buckles. 

A bulldog-necked tour guide delivers some last-minute instructions. “If the car rolls over, do not put your arms outside the vehicle,” he warns. “You will suffer an injury. Apart from that, it’s 10,000 acres of fun!”

The 21-year-old Ross shrinks into his seat and sighs fearfully. In the adjacent cart, perennially animated singer Brendon Urie is whooping with glee. With his fighter-pilot goggles, flight jacket and scarf, he resembles a particularly hyperactive Biggles.

“Thank you, Jesus, for desert!” he screams, excitedly air drumming on the steering wheel. Urie squeezes the accelerator pedal, sending the sand beneath his wheels into the air. Worryingly, [this journalist] is sitting in the passenger seat next to him.

As the cars set out across the dunes, some breakneck steering propels Urie into the lead. Drummer Spencer Smith and bassist Jon Walker cruise behind. In the distance, Ross brings up the rear. “What do you expect?” shouts Urie. “He drives a Mercedes-Benz.”

With another shunt of the pedals, Urie flies over a hill and towards an immovable boulder. A quick spin of the wheel sets him on a collision course with a fearsome-looking bush. Rather than attempting an evasive manoeuvre, he crashes through the foliage and burns triumphantly towards the finish line. [This journalist] feels unwell.

“Wow, that was sick,” he laughs, his face now smothered in dust. “See, there’s more to Vegas than drinking, gambling, and boobies. I’ve got sand in orifices I didn’t even know existed.”

- from the June 2008 Q magazine

dashoformaldehyde:

ryden photos (3-4/150)

pathetic-at-the-disco:

The Many Faces of Ryan Ross, Day 56: “Flamingo” (2008)

ryanisgospel:

Forever younger growing older just the same
All the memories that we make will never change
We’ll stay drunk, we’ll stay tan, let the love remain
And I swear that I’ll always paint you

actualbrendonurie:

fragilecapricorn:

whenbeansbeans:

yourterritory:

fragilecapricorn:

Hey moon, don’t you go down (Northern Downpour 2008, 2011, and 2019)

i’m not crying,,,,, who said that

YOU ARENT ALLOWED TO BLEND ALL THE VERSIONS. YOURE NOT FUCKING ALLOWED. I CANT HANDLE THIS KIND OF EMOTION.

lol i forgot to mention that the 2008 version is also the one where brendon said ‘i love you" it just didnt work well with the flow of the gifs

pathetic-at-the-disco:

The Many Faces of Ryan Ross, Day 267: “Seeing Double”

underappreciated-at-the-disco:

Another day, another inexplicable Panic at the Disco photo shoot.

patdxstuff:

like or reblog, please ♥

impanickingeverywhere:

Panic At The Disco, by Rae Votta (2008)

impanickingeverywhere:

Stage doors, 2008