Baby I Think I'll Refrain

throam and ryden enthusiast

[incorrectthroam]

Ryan, driving the tour bus: road work ahead? Yeah, I sure hope it-*cRASH*

[ashenwaste]

15 Alternative Rock Stars from the 1970s That You Didn’t Know Are Gay

1. Ryan Ross

[batwake]

volume 1 of throam being called “over the tracks” and Ryan admitting (later in volume 3) that he realized he was in love with brendon when they went over train tracks as they hid in ryan’s room in the back of the bus is the most symbolic shit throam ever did

[maniaross-deactivated20200826]

the heart rate of a mouse as movie posters

[incorrectthroam]

Ryan: *accidentally brushes Brendon’s hand*

Brendon: *grabs and holds Ryan’s hand aggressively* fucking commit to it.

[an-absurdnotion]

he doesn’t love me this is so sad alexa play 708

- ryan ross, probably

[wtfismygoddamnlife-blog-deactiv]

The Heart Rate Of A Mouse, Volume 1

[incorrectthroam]

THROAM as vines (by rydenalong on Instagram)

[incorrectthroam]

Brendon: okay, let’s just say sorry on the count of three.

Brendon: one.

Brendon: two.

Brendon: three.

Ryan:

Brendon:

Brendon: see, now I’m just disappointed in both of us.

[heeymoonn]

THROAM: *keltie and ryan fighting*

me: this is so sad alexa play 708

[incorrectthroam]

Throam Brendon comforting Ryan

vs. Throam Ryan comforting Brendon

[ennja]

Do you ever read a Ryden fanfiction and the beginning is nice, you kind of enjoy it, but somewhere in the middle, or maybe when you’re through with it, it feels like something’s missing, something seems wrong?

And then it hits you: I know what’s wrong??? It’s not Throam??? I miss Throam???

And then you start re-reading Throam with tears streaming down your face

[wclvesvshearts]

favorite THROAM scenes in no particular order → wolves vs hearts (book iii, chapter 7)

And so I walk on stage because there is no other place for me to go. And the cheering doubles, triples as the thousands of fans see me, and I’ve never been so lost in my life. He’s gone. I’ve sent him away, but not before we destroyed each other. Like those smarter than us knew that we would. The stage lights illuminate me and give me a halo. And I take my place behind the microphone, where I will stand, where I am doomed to stand and privileged to stand, by myself, always by myself. Where I am never wrong, where I have never erred, my eyes flying over the rows of lifted arms, euphoric cries, devoted gazes. Where I am finally loved.

[incorrectthroam]

Spencer: Ryan?

Ryan: Brendon used to call me Ryan.

Spencer: because it’s your fucking name.

[spellcore]

ah yes they call me “No Queue” Jones because I post everything I reblog at once with no breaks in between and then vanish into the night for extended periods of inactivity

[incorrectthroam]

[volume one]

Joe, knocking on Ryan’s hotel door: Ryan Ryan

Ryan: yes Joe

Joe: being gay?

Ryan: no Joe

Joe: fucking our roadie?

Ryan: no Joe

Joe: telling lies?

Ryan: no Joe

Joe: open the door

Ryan: ha ha ha

[bilvy]

yall ever hear ryan ross’ voice and ur like this is what home feels like because same