#tenthofjune1974

[peopleliker]

say what u want but. Milk Still Sucks And Always Will

why would you send me this as an ask. what the fuck. what the fu

[danwoah]

14+15!!

14) whats your most bizarre pet peeve?i hate when people are tearing paper around me like i HATE that noise and it gives me goosebumps, also hate when people are reading a magazine and they flip the paper and it’s so loud oh my god

15) what is your favorite memory?this is gonna sound so dumb but definitely one direction concert, and whenever me and my best friends do stupid shit together 

[emo-fanfic-ideas]

This is for tenthofjune1974 who requested a specific Ryden Spy fic. I hope you enjoy this! Thank you so much for your support. We really appreciate it! <3 -PRC2

Spy Vs. Spy

Ryan and Brendon have been partnered together for years at Wentz Corp. More than partners though, they are best friends and roommates.They know every move the other is going to make before it happens because in the business of being a Spy, that is a pretty important skill to master. Today they’re not on any missions so they decide to spend some time target shooting which is better than sitting at home waiting for the next assignment to come in.

They are the only ones in the building today and Ryan is really grateful for that- he needs to talk to Brendon about a few things and it’s really none of anyone else’s business. It’s a typical practice shoot for them. They practice at close range, 50 feet,100 feet, and while Brendon is reloading for his next round: Ryan clears his throat.

“Hey, Brendon?” His voice a little hesitant as he tries to speak.

Brendon points his weapon away and switches the safety on as looks back at the taller man.

“What’s up, Ry?” He says as pulls his ear protection off of his ears and places them around his neck.

Ryan suddenly gets nervous and freezes. His heart is racing and his palms are sweating; he is surrounded by thoughts that maybe this isn’t the best place for this.

“It’s nothing, never mind.” he says hurriedly. He quickly turns away from his partner and pretends to be interested in the safety poster on the wall.

Brendon cocks one eyebrow. “Um, alright. Whatever you say, Ryan.” He slips his ear protection back over his ears and gives Ryan another sideways glance. Ryan is usually never nervous so this is a little unnerving for Brendon. He shakes off the feeling that something is wrong and refocuses on his target. It is just as he switches his gun off of safety Ryan taps him on the shoulder with a sudden bout of courage.

“I love you, Brendon.” Ryan blurts out before he can stop himself. Brendon turns suddenly and before he realizes it - his gun has fired and Ryan is shouting loudly, grabbing at his right leg. Brendon quickly sets his gun down on the ledge and turns back to Ryan. He didn’t mean to do it, he knows gun safety, but Ryan shocked him by saying that and he just completely blanked.

“Fuck! You shot me?!” Ryan cries out furiously.

“Did you just say that you fucking loved me?” Brendon asks, more confused than concerned at Ryan's predicament.

Ryan is now hopping on one leg trying to keep upright and swearing at the top of his lungs.

“Is that all you’re concerned about? You fucking shot me, Brendon! I can’t believe you shot me!”

Brendon quickly looks him over. He does not see any blood which means the bullet probably only grazed him. Ryan has always been a bit dramatic when it comes to injuries and this time is no different. The corners of his mouth turn up slightly into a smirk that Ryan is so upset when he hasn’t even assessed the situation. He watches Ryan for another minute bent over with his hand tightly pressed to his right calf and Brendon can’t help but break into laughter.

“What the fuck is so goddamn funny?!” Ryan screeches from his fetal position on the floor.

Brendon is laughing so hard now that tears are rolling down his cheeks. “Stop yelling, dude.”

“We need to go to the hospital!” Ryan whines.

“Let me see it, Ry,” Brendon bends down onto one knee to remove Ryan’s hand. Ryan winces and Brendon laughs again. “Move your hand so I can see, Ryan. I can’t help you if you don’t let me near it.”

Ryan cautiously moves his hand away and covers his face with it. “Don’t tell me- I don’t want to know how bad it is.” He says gravely.

It’s just as Brendon suspected, it’s nothing more than a scrape- if you could even call it that - Ryan’s pants are much more damaged than he is. Ryan is still moaning as if he is in pain though.

“Jesus Christ, Ryan,” Brendon chuckles. “It's only a flesh wound. It barely even broke the skin, dingus.”

Ryan stills for a few seconds, halting his wailing. “Really?”

Brendon rolls his eyes. “Yes, you goof, really!”

“Oh. I guess I can get off the ground now.” He murmurs sheepishly.

Brendon helps him stand and for a few moments he just stares into Ryan's chocolate brown eyes before throwing his arm around Ryan’s shoulder. “By the way, I love you too, you idiot. Let’s go home.”

“You shot me - you should carry me out of here.” Ryan smirks.

“With an attitude like that - I wish I had actually wounded you, ”Brendon mocks. Ryan chews his lip and Brendon chuckles again. “Come here, you idiot.” Brendon hums. He pulls Ryan close into his body. Their lips slide together.

“Let’s bail - it’s our day off anyway.”

“I want pizza. I love pizza.”

“And I love you.” Brendon Smiles.

-PRC2

[grandpa-sweater-punk-blog]

Andrew Garfield & Brendon Urie?

Andrew does have amazing hair but I’m going to have to stick with Brendon 

Put 2 celebrities in my ask. Based only on physical appearance, I’ll tell you who I prefer.