#panic! at the disco video

[fallingblueroses]

Part 4 of the Panic! story.

***

Layne sat in the passenger seat as Cyndi drove him to PattyCake Productions. She'd wanted him to stay home and rest, but his mind was his own worst enemy. PattyCake would have to shut down for a bit, and there were phone calls to be made...and he wanted to go back inside while he still had the nerve.

His mind kept replaying everything. Eli had left to get coffee, and when he hadn't come back Geoff had gone to get him. Earl had wandered off somewhere. Layne had heard J groan behind him, and when he turned around he'd come face to face with Tony. Tony had swung a baseball bat at Layne's head, but Layne had brought his arms up. He could still hear his forearm bones breaking as the bat had made contact. He'd screamed and doubled over in pain, and then Tony had brought the bat down on his head.

His heart hurt as much as his head and arm as he looked out the car window and remembered waking up in the darkness and hearing Geoff begging for their lives. He still couldn't believe Geoff had had the guts to try to run away with the bomb.

"I have to get it outside!"

He still couldn't believe Tony had betrayed them all.

"They deserve it."

He could barely believe it had all happened just yesterday.

The police hadn't found Geoff's body but Layne was quickly losing any hope he might have had. Even if by some miracle Geoff wasn't hurt he was still with Tony, and Tony had lost his mind. It was difficult to say "No, Tony wouldn't do that" considering what he'd already done, and Layne's imagination was running wild.

Cyndi pulled into PattyCake's parking lot and brought the car to a sudden stop. Layne blinked, jolted out of his thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"Look." She pointed.

Layne's eyes went wide. Tony's car was in the lot. Rage flooded his veins, and he began to get out of the car.

Cyndi grabbed his sleeve. "Layne, no! We need to call the police!"

He knew she was right. He was injured, and who knew if Tony was armed or not. But he wanted to wrap his hands around Tony's throat and demand explanations, demand to know where Geoff was, or just watch as Tony passed out..."Call them."

Cyndi did, and Layne got out of the car and looked at the building. The lights were off and the "Closed" sign was on the door. Everything looked to be in order. He considered calling the others, but held back. Maybe later once he had something to tell them.

Cyndi came up and held his good hand. He kept his eyes on the door until the police arrived, but Tony didn't appear. One of the officers told Layne and Cyndi to remain outside before joining her partner. They checked the inside of Tony's car first, and then Layne unlocked the door and let them in.

Finally the officer who had spoken to them came back out. "It's clear. You can go inside." She paused. "The place is torn up. You should brace yourselves."

Layne stared at Tony's car for a moment--he must be driving something else. Now we don't even know what to look for.--then went inside. The lobby appeared fine, then he noticed the cutout of Jessica Rabbit--their mascot--had been beaten to a crumpled heap. His stomach sank as they went through the studio. Paint splattered over the walls and floors. Windows shattered. Desk drawers yanked out and the contents flung everywhere. Their work computers smashed. Blood on the floor showing where Tony had attacked each of them. Not much at any one place. But blood all the same.

Ruined. The word stumbled around Layne's brain, mixing his thoughts and numbing his emotions. He finally sank to his knees beside the blood spots near the breakroom. We're ruined. He felt Cyndi's hand on his shoulder as he stared at the dried blood. The spots blurred as tears began to fall. "How could he do this...why did he do this..."

Cyndi kneeled next to him and held him. He leaned into her and cried. "It doesn't make sense. He was our friend. We trusted him." The dam crumbled, and Layne sobbed into Cyndi's shoulder. "He tried to kill us. He's taken my best friend. He's destroyed PattyCake. Ruined. It's all fucking ruined...everything's ruined..."

Cyndi held him and let him cry. The storm subsided, and he lay against Cyndi for a couple of minutes. The rage began to creep back in his mind, and he got his phone out. It was probably useless, but he was going to call Tony.

***

Tony rubbed his eyes as he drove along the highway. He'd been driving for hours, stopping only once for gas and food, and was now deep into Mississippi, almost to Louisiana. He'd relaxed once he'd crossed the Florida border. He doubted the other state cops would bother him as long as he didn't violate any traffic laws.

Geoff was laying in the horse trailer. Tony had stolen pillows and blankets from the hotel they'd stayed at to make him somewhat more comfortable. He'd managed to get Geoff to eat a few bites of food and drink some water, but he'd passed out again immediately after.

He jumped when Layne's ringtone went off. He ignored it, but then Layne called again. A sigh escaped him as he pulled his phone out and put it on speaker. "...Hello, Layne."

"Tony. You son of a bitch."

He heard himself laugh, and when he glanced over to the passenger seat his double was sitting there. "Layne sounds pissed. There's something new."

Layne went on. "Where are you?!"

"None of your business," Tony said evenly as the pressure in his head began to build.

"Where's Geoff?"

"Sleeping."

The double tsked. "Well, you're not wrong."

Layne's angry voice came over the phone. "I want to talk to him."

"No. I'm not waking him up."

"You can't wake him up," the double reminded him.

Tony's nerves snapped as a dart of pain went through his temples. "Shut up!"

"Let me talk to him!" Layne almost screamed.

Tony realized Layne thought that last comment was directed to Geoff. "He couldn't talk to you even if he was awake."

Layne's voice dropped to a whisper. "...Why not."

The double laughed. "Go ahead. Tell him."

"Why not?!" Layne demanded.

"Because he's deaf now!" Tony snapped. "He's deaf, he's blind, he's burned. He passed out hours ago." He glared briefly at his double. "There, is that what you wanted me to say? Are you happy now?"

The double grinned. "Estatic. Although I doubt Layne's happy."

"My God." Layne's voice dropped again. "Tony, you have to get him to a hospital."

"Might already be too late," the double taunted him.

"You listen to me," Layne said coldly when Tony didn't answer. "If he dies...if you let him die...I don't give a damn what happens with the cops and the courts. If he dies, I'll hunt you down. I don't give a damn if you go all the way to Antarctica. I'll find you and I'll make you pay for what you've done, you hear me?"

Tony hung up, and the double laughed softly. "Well, what do you do now? Layne's right. Geoff won't last much longer. The way he's being jostled around in that trailer. Not to mention the heat. His burns are probably getting infected too." Tony was silent, and the double went on. "Once you drop him off, the pressure will be off you. Why do the cops ever pursue a kidnapper? To get the victim back. Once the victim is found they lose interest."

Once again the double was right. Tony didn't say anything, but looked at the road signs as he drove along. He followed blue hospital signs off of the highway and into a town. Once he was in front of a set of emergency room doors he got out of the truck, unhitched the trailer, then got back into the truck and drove off. He glanced in the rearview mirror to see a curious passerby already heading for the trailer.

His double smiled. "Well. You finally did something right."

He glanced over. "I've done everything you wanted."

"You did what you wanted to do. You're the one who decided to kill VoicePlay. You're the one who decided to take Geoff. I just gave you suggestions."

Tony sighed as the pain increased. "What do I have to do to get rid of you."

"I'm afraid you're stuck with me," the double said as he patted Tony's shoulder. "It's just the two of us now."

Tony resisted the urge to drive into a utility pole as he pulled back onto the highway. He'd drive for a few more hours, then stop to rest and eat again. At the moment he didn't care if the police caught him. A bullet to the head might actually be a relief.

[tangible-fortitude]

it's still wild to me how choke was released while dallon was still in panic. how awkward does that sound ?? you're all eating lunch in the tour bus and the guy to your left is regularly performing a semi-subtle diss track about you

[taylorwithluvs]

TAITV EPISODE 26 (SEASON TWO)

[duststooooorm]

i offer to you all a compilation of some of my personal favorite screenshots from 2000s movie maker bandom love stories that i’ve gathered from the span of 2016-2023:

[rubbish78]

This is Panic! at the Disco to me,

and this is how I will remember them.

[release-the-mccracken]

Stooop. The look that they give each other when Ryan just doesn't sing

[nofuneralplease]

05/18/2008 - Ryan Ross dedicates Northern Downpour to Pete Wentz and his happily ever after.

source: https://youtu.be/ZmYc4n3rlYY

[lobot0mmy]

"Patrick's like: "yo, I got a soul voice" and they're like: "wait, how do you have a soul voice?" And he's like: "yo, watch this. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAH" and they're like: "OMG, that sounds like soul." So they put it in a song. It was like: "WHERE IS UR BOY TONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT." "

[high-quality-tiktoks]

real war is over moment

[morally-grey-variant]

This is Gospel for the vagabonds Ne'er-do-wells and insufferable bastards

Assembling their philosophies From pieces of broken memories

Don't try to sleep through the end of the world And bury me alive

cause they haven't seen the best of us yet

Cause I won't give up without a fight

If you love me, let me go

If you love me, let me go

Cause these words are knives that often leave scars

The fear of falling apart

And truth be told, I never was yours

The fear of falling apart

[mellow-killjoy]

Rewatching Panic! At the disco - live in Denver for the 100th time just to feel something.

their cover of Karma Police is incredible. Also listening to Ryan singing is like listening to an angel. I love how Brendon and Ryan's voices sound together

[fallingblueroses]

Part 6 of the Panic! story.

TW: suicide attempt.

***

Luck was with Kathy, and after leaving William with Geoff's parents she managed to get a flight out of Orlando with only an hour of waiting. Even with a layover in Houston, she got to New Orleans in about five hours, then rented a car and let Google Maps guide her to the hospital Geoff was in. She went up to the ER's reception desk and asked where Geoff was, and her heart sank when she was directed to the critical care unit.

She gasped and put a hand to her mouth when she saw him laying in the bed covered in bandages and tubes. She took the few steps across the tiny room to his side and glanced up at the monitor. His pulse and blood pressure were high, but she supposed that was to be expected.

Not knowing what else to do she sat in the chair and put a hand on his upper arm. "Geoff?" She asked softly. "Geoff, can you hear me?"

No response. He must be asleep, she thought. She stayed quiet to let him rest. Eventually someone came in to check his vitals and Kathy demanded to talk to someone who could explain his condition to her. Another nurse came in a short time later, and Kathy listened carefully as the nurse told her about how Geoff had been dropped off in a horse trailer. He had several broken ribs and a collapsed lung, and they had put in a chest tube to drain the air out of the cavity and were giving him oxygen to help reinflate the lung. If it didn't reinflate on its own he'd need surgery to fix it. His eyes had suffered flash burns and his eardrums had ruptured. He had second-degree burns on his hands and forearms, and all of it was complicated by the delay in care, dehydration, and an infection that Geoff had picked up from God knew what was in that horse trailer.

Kathy swallowed as the nurse finished her explanation. "Is...is he going to get his sight and hearing back?"

"An ophthalmologist and ENT will examine him in the morning," the nurse said. "We'll know more then."

Kathy nodded and looked back at Geoff. "...Thank you." What else was there to say?

"Let us know if you need anything," the nurse said, then left. Kathy had to fight back tears. Losing her hearing had been bad enough; she couldn't imagine losing her sight too. She'd be terrified if she were in Geoff's position right now. Did he even know he was safe and getting help, or did he think he was still Tony's prisoner? How was she going to communicate with him when he woke up?

Kathy took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. She'd find a way. Geoff had stayed with her every step of the way when she'd lost her hearing and she wouldn't let him down now. She pulled out her phone and sent text messages to VoicePlay and Geoff's parents telling them she'd arrived safely and about his condition. Once she'd done that she stared at her phone, then gave in to her rage and called Tony.

She was honestly surprised when he actually answered. "Kathy?"

"You bastard." Kathy felt the tears come as she struggled to keep her voice down. "You...you...asshole."

He was silent for a few seconds. "Is Geoff still alive?"

"Barely, no thanks to you! Are you happy now? Is this what you wanted?"

"No, I--"

"You what? What were you planning on doing when you ran away with him? Did you think you'd hide him somewhere and he'd be oh so grateful to you for sparing his life that he'd be your little pet or something? Or was he just going to be your barganing chip when the police caught up to you?"

"Kathy--"

"Shut up!" She swallowed and forced herself to speak quietly. "No one forced you to leave VoicePlay and you know that. It was just an excuse you used to torture them. Well, I hope you're happy with what you've done. But you didn't win, Tony. Geoff won." She laughed softly. "Geoff won. They were found. They're alive and safe and with their families and they'll recover from what you did. All you've managed to do is make yourself an outcast. A criminal. What do you have to say for yourself now?"

Tony sighed. "Kathy...tell Geoff I'm sorry."

Her fury only got hotter with that. "If you're so sorry, go to the police and turn yourself in. Face the consequences of what you did like a man." She paused. "Or save everyone some time and pain and just blow your brains out." She hung up, rested her head on Geoff's bed, and let all the sobs she'd been holding back come out.

After a long time she heard a gentle male voice. "Ma'am?" She looked up to see a tech standing next to a cart with a computer on it. "...Are you all right?"

"I will be."

"Would you like some water?"

"Please." He left and came back a couple of minutes later with a glass of ice water. She thanked him and sipped it gratefully as the tech checked Geoff's monitor, typed into his computer, and left.

Once the water was gone she laid her throbbing head on the bed and rested. The rest of her felt oddly empty and light, like a burst balloon. She found herself falling asleep, and decided not to fight it.

***

Tony sighed as he hung up and set his phone aside. He was laying on his side on a hotel bed, waiting for the latest dose of pills to kick in so he could sleep.

"Well I suppose you didn't expect her to thank you for dropping him off."

Tony groaned at the sound of his double's voice and covered his head with a pillow. "Let me sleep."

It sounded like his double was laying right next to him, at his back. "You're not going to do it, right? Turn yourself in, I mean. Imagine the charges against you. Five counts of kidnapping, and one of those going over state lines." His voice was light and mocking. "Five counts of attempted murder. I wonder what the charge would be if Geoff doesn't pull through? Third-degree murder? Negligent homicide?"

Tony didn't answer, and the double went on. "Destruction of property for what you did at PattyCake. Grand theft auto for the truck and trailer you rented and didn't return. Let's see...what else...oh yeah. Possession of drugs for those pills. Did you ever find out what they were? Maybe even distribution if there's any left in Geoff's system when they draw his blood. A good prosecutor could probably think of a half dozen other charges." The voice moved to in front of him. "If you get caught you're cooked, Wakim. You're done."

Tony moved the pillow to see his double kneeling on the floor, his face inches from Tony's. "And imagine what jail and prison are going to be like. No one's going to give a shit about how bad your headaches are in there. You might be able to get some kind of drugs smuggled in to help if you can pay for them. But where are you going to get the money? You've burned all your bridges. You're alone." Tony and his double stared at each other, and the double slowly smiled. "Then again, you might be able to work something out. A trade, let's say. You're a pretty good-looking guy." The double grinned. "The other inmates are going to have fun with you."

Tony swung a pillow at his double. It passed completely through him, and he didn't even so much as blink in response. "...Of course, there is that other way out Kathy mentioned." They continued to stare at each other as the double kept talking. "You don't have a gun, but you do have those pills. How many are left in the bottle? Twenty? Twenty-five? That would do it, surely."

A cold feeling crept through Tony's chest. The double sat on the bed next to him and put an almost-comforting hand on his arm. His voice became soothing, calming. "They want revenge. You'll be going out on your terms, denying them their pound of flesh. Imagine how they would rage...and imagine how it would be, just going to sleep and never waking up. An escape from the pain. A release. How peaceful."

The double fell silent finally and allowed Tony to consider his words. Tony looked off into the distance for a long time and tried to sort out his jumbled thoughts. One finally rose above the rest: He's right. I might as well....

He got up, picked the bottle up from the stand he'd set it on, and got a cup of water from the sink. He stood by the sink and swallowed the pills a few at a time as he and his double stared each other down. Once the bottle was empty, Tony laid back down and closed his eyes as he waited for sleep to take him.

He heard his double's voice one last time, right on the edge of sleep. "Goodbye, Wakim."

Relief flowed through him as he drifted off. If nothing else, he'd finally be rid of his double.

[poptartregreteva]

also me when the following: dumb dumb - mazie Pathological Facade - Ghost and Pals - Topic The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical House of Memories - Panic! At The Disco You're Too Slow - odetari Faster n Harder - 6arelyhuman perfect nothing - GHOST Everybody Likes You - Lemon Demon Modify - Lemon Demon Digital Silence - Peter McPoland There's Something Happening - Jack Stauber Dinner is Not Over - Jack Stauber Trypophobia - Ghost I Can't Decide - Scissor Sisters Where's Yo Head At - Basement Jaxx Let's Go Creeping - Ihascupquake - Topic Grab the Knife - onionroom (there's many more but it would take forever)

are played:

[saturdayisover]

[demadogs]

i have a theory that brendon urie is not choosing to “bring this chapter to an end” but instead he fried his voice so fucking bad that its literally irreparable and he physically cannot continue singing as a career and hes too embarrassed to admit it.

[rubbish78]

if Ryan Ross singing ‘Northern Downpour’ in 2019 doesn’t make you emotional can we at least talk about the fact how everyone in the audience remembered all of the lyrics and started singing the background vocals???

truly beautiful moment