#ryden exists

[oldsoul--newmachine]

Sleepless Nights Get More Done: A Fallen Hero Playlist

I lived and breathed this playlist for a long time. These are only the songs I conglomerated together while working on the Retribution guide to get me by in the dead of night. In the order that I had added them, over a period of 9 months. You can see the cutoff point, when I was made to think of The Void (just listen, you may understand). It's an interesting reflection for me on where my thoughts were at; I certainly found something special to express about self confidence, and the Outside scar. During this time is also when I finally named my MC Wicke. Shamelessly after John Wick. And also Citizen ("There isn't any miracle... I'm leaving. These are my last lines. Farewell to you, my unknown, to whom, when I came down with 'soul', I revealed all of myself, right down to the last pulverized screw, the last busted spring... I'm leaving.")

I've listed all below. Most having meaningful connection for me, some are just series vibes. I actually removed a few I later decided had no real significance. Snatched a few from other playlists.

Boats on Fire - Seeming

2. If You're Shooting With The Left It Means The Right Side Is Working - Ashbury Heights

3. Sick - ThouShaltNot

4. Blue Lips - Regina Spektor

5. Machine - Regina Spektor

6. Tear Me To Pieces- Meg Myers

7. Celebrity Skin - Hole

8. Sarcasm - Get Scared

9. I Really Want You To Hate Me - Meg Myers

10. Blue - The Birthday Massacre

11. The Green Room Pale - Pale Shapera

12. Bodysnatchers - Radiohead

13. The Fighter - In This Moment

14. Blue - A Perfect Circle

15. The Outsider - A Perfect Circle

16. Annihilation - A Perfect Circle

17. The Invisible Plan - Kidneythieves

18. People Are Strange - The Doors

19. Sections - God Module

20. Floating Angels - Kidneythieves

21. Monster - Imagine Dragons

22. Angry Too - Lola Blanc

23. Killing In The Name - Rage Against The Machine

24. Left For Dead - Ksenia Lewis

25. I'm Back - Royal Deluxe

26. Another Way Out - Hollywood Undead

27. Outside - Staind

28. Blast Doors - Everything Everything

29. Appetite For Destruction - Vo Williams

30. Top Of The World - Dorothy

31. Can't Sleep, Can't Breathe - Digital Daggers

32. Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek - Blue October

33. Dude, Where's My Skin? - Schoolyard Heroes

34. Synthesize Me - Diorama

35. Control - Halsey

36. The Noise Inside My Head - Assemblage 23

37. Cut The Cord - Shinedown

38. I'm Alive - Shinedown

39. Blood Code - Le Castle Vania

40. Sharks - Imagine Dragons

41. Cult Leader - King Mala

42. You Don't Own Me - Nikki Williams

43. The Death Of Me - Meg Myers

44. The Noose - A Perfect Circle

45. White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

46. Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

47. Right Where It Belongs - Nine Inch Nails

48. Liar - The Arcadian Wild

49. Coma White - Marilyn Manson

50. I Love You Citizen-Extended Version - Seeming

51. Green Valley - Puscifer

[hllywdwhre]

Dreamer, Queen, Prince - Chapter 7

Pairing: Daemyra x fem!OC

Warnings: Please check masterlist for warnings. This work is 18+, MDNI

Masterlist

Notes: I’m sorry this update is so late. Life happened and shit hit the fan 🙃 also, after seeing the results of what you as the readers would rather see, I will be working on rewriting the next few chapters! As soon as chapter 8 is finished, it will be posted!

That afternoon, Viserea is surprised when she is summoned to the Small Council along with Rhaenyra.

“I would not let him fill your position, though mine own has changed,” Rhaenyra explained as they entered through the doors.

When Rhaenyra sat at the table, Viserea understood what she had meant. She was surprised she still was allowed to be cup bearer, so she held no anger at this. She hadn’t been in King’s Landing for a year, it was only fair that Rhaenyra be placed on the Small Council.

Viserea was surprised to hear of how Corlys had begun trying to make negotiations with the Sealord of Braavos for Laena’s hand though. It made sense, but it meant that House Velaryon was that much more powerful. Even if Corlys and Rhaenys supported Viserea and Rhaenyra’s future positions, this was cause for concern.

“The Sea-Snake is an over proud man to be sure, Your Grace. That pride has been injured. Perhaps we can salve the wound?” The Maester suggested, causing both Rhaenyra and Viserea’s eyebrows to raise at the implication.

“If House Velaryon were to enter into an alliance with the Free Cities, we would need our own marriage pact,” Otto said bluntly, not trying to avoid the topic the way the Maester was.

Viserea stayed beside Rhaenyra as the air became thick and Viserys tried shuffling to another subject, knowing no good would come if he tried discussing this with Rhaenyra after all of the events that had taken place between himself, Rhaenyra, Viserea, and Daemon.

Once the council meeting was over and the room had emptied, Viserea stayed in the room with Rhaenyra.

“He said I would get to choose, and yet I fear my fate has been decided. Even if he was the one we were hoping for, it feels a betrayal,” Rhaenyra said quietly, joining Viserea at the wine table.

“Allow him to come to you, try and use this to your advantage. We can try and force the Hand out. If he wants you to marry who he says instead of giving you a choice, make it worth your while. Go visit Alicent and mend your friendship, it may be needed. I will speak to the Rogue,” Viserea told her, meeting Rhaenyra’s eyes as they filled with questions.

“What are you thinking of?”

“I am not sure, but I am sure Daemon will have an idea. There might yet be an idea of how to complete our marriage without intereference,”

“If he is willing to go back on his word of my own consent in my marriage, I doubt he will listen to the Rogue,”

Viserea nodded, knowing she was right, but knowing Daemon would have more of an idea on how to handle this than she would. After checking that they truly were the only two in the room, Viserea leaned in and kissed Rhaenyra softly, feeling a great deal of tension leave both their bodies as they finally got to feel each other again. The moment could not last as long as either of them wanted though, and they pulled away.

“Please,” Rhaenyra begged, and Viserea nodded, kissed her forehead, and left the room.

Viserea found her way to her chambers, smiling when she saw Ser Ryden now at her door.

“Princess, I see your life has led you to… new adventures,” he said, his eyes motioning to her chambers where she was sure Daemon was waiting.

“New adventures are always welcome. Perhaps this isn’t a new one though, just the merging of two that have always existed,” Viserea replied.

“I hope to be by your side for them all then, Princess,” Ser Ryden said.

“You will, Ser Ryden. As will Amarda,” she promised, watching as comprehension flashed in Ser Ryden’s eyes.

Viserea stepped inside her chambers and found Daemon walking around the room, messing with the various items she had left behind.

“How was the meeting, my wife?” Daemon asked, chuckling as he saw Viserea’s face turn to one of annoyance.

“Lord Corlys is speaking of betrothing his daughter Laena to the Sealord of Braavos, an alliance that can only be matched by another proposal,” Viserea said, watching her husband’s face darken at the news.

“So he is going to go back on his promise of allowing Rhaenyra to choose?”

“I told her to use it to her advantage, to try and get Otto off of the Council, but this still raises more issues. If Viserys goes to Corlys offering the marriage, Corlys knows that he has the power in his hands even more than he already knows it. If it had been Rhaenyra choosing him, it would not be seen as the act of groveling it is,” Viserea pointed out, watching as Daemon began pacing the floor.

He remained quiet, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Then we lay claim to what is ours. We want her, and we don’t want to see the Crown groveling. Yes, Corlys’ power if the betrothal happens will be worrisome, but it would be more worrisome if he had the betrothal and the Crown groveling at his feet. We lay claim to Rhaenyra and make sure she is ours, if she will allow it,” Daemon suddenly suggested.

“And how do you plan to make that happen, my love?”

“I’ve always wanted to go with the two of you for a night in King’s Landing, show you two a side of the cities that I forbade Blood and Cheese from allowing you to visit.”

Viserea’s eyebrows furrowed as he suggested it, confused by where exactly he planned on taking them until it hit her,

“I will not be fucked like some whore in a whore house, and I will not allow her first time with a man to be carried out the same way-“

“You misunderstand me, dear wife. While I do want you two to visit the Street of Silk, I do not plan on treating you two like the common whores. I do, however, want to give you two a night to remember,” he explained.

“So… a courting before we ruin her virtue and make her only ours to marry?” Viserea asked, still not agreeing wholly with the idea.

“Something she will know is our intentions, and she will have the chance to object to. Plus, it is much easier for the three of us to sneak into her chambers from the outside than it is the inside.”

Viserea watched him for a moment, running through his plan in her mind before nodding and agreeing with it.

“And if she objects?”

“We will deal with the Crown groveling and have our marriage at a later time.”

Viserea and Daemon both stood at the top of one of the set of stairs in the passageway they both had memorized by now, their silver hair covered and wearing the clothes of the commoners. They were broken away from their conversation as they heard Rhaenyra let out a single exasperated burst of laughter.

Viserea offered Rhaenyra her hand and linked their fingers together, following Daemon down the next set of stairs to lead them outside. Blood nor Cheese accompanied them as they left the walls of the Keep and began exploring the city.

Viserea herself had only seen the city a couple times at night, finding it to be too large of a risk for many trips. Both she and Rhaenyra found themselves entertained by the many different acts across the streets.

“And now we come to the matter of the great, iron chair!” A voice bellowed, causing Rhaenyra and Viserea to exchange glances with each other.

Viserea knew Daemon wasn’t far behind them as they walked to the small stage and she soon felt Daemon standing behind the two of them. She expected the booing of the crowd when the narrator announced that,

“Our great King names his daughter, a girl, his heir!”

Her grip tightened on Rhaenyra’s hand to comfort her. Viserea knew the views of the commoners better than most, having spent many days in the streets. The majority of them truly did support Rhaenyra, but the night crowd was the loud minority.

“But then to him, a babe is born!” The narrator announced, watching as a grotesque and disrespectful depiction of Alicent giving birth to Aegon was shown.

The crowds laughter at the crude depiction of Rhaenyra had Daemon watching both she and Viserea closely, knowing neither of their tempers fared well when it come to their or their loved one’s claims.

When the man playing Aegon pulled out a rope shaped as a cock from his pants, Rhaenyra shouted out, “Lies! Slander!”, causing Viserea to jump slightly.

Viserea gave a sharp tug on her hand, trying to quiet her when Daemon spoke from behind them,

“Jest if you will, but many of the smallfolk are like to believe that, as a male, Aegon should be the heir.” His voice was low, but carried to them easily.

Rhaenyra let out a “hmph”, “Their wants are of no consequence.”

She walked away from them both, causing her and Daemon to follow while Daemon laughed lowly.

“She does not realize the powerful tool they are,” Daemon said to Viserea as they walked to catch up with her.

“She also does not realize that there are a great many on her side,” Viserea pointed out, looking up at Daemon as his hand on her back guided her through the streets.

“They’re of great consequence if you expect to rule them one day,” Daemon told Rhaenyra when they caught back up to her.

“For one night, I wish to be free of the burdens of my inheritance,” Rhaenyra said, clearly annoyed.

Without thinking, Rhaenyra reached for a tray of food, picking up a piece and taking a single bite out of it.

“Four coppers, street rat. In King’s Landing we pay for our pleasures,” he said, causing her to freeze for a moment before throwing the food at Daemon and running.

Viserea followed after Rhaenyra, hearing Daemon say something to the man and quickly catch up to her. They continued running through the streets, Viserea and Rhaenyra’s laughter eventually bouncing off the walls.

It was quickly silenced when Rhaenyra, quite literally, ran into a member of the Gold Cloaks, his threatening voice questioning her,

“And who might you be running from, now?” Ser Harwin questioned, causing relief to wash over her but quickly disappear as he saw Viserea step next to Rhaenyra.

“Ser Harwin,” Rhaenyra said, a level of fear on her face and in her voice.

“Princess?” He questioned, looking up and recognizing Viserea, “Both of you?”

“Please,” Viserea said at the same time as Rhaenyra said, “Don’t.”

He looked between the two of them and noticed Daemon’s figure approaching,

“Take care, boys. Next time, you might not be so lucky,” he warned, allowing the both of them to walk away as he exchanged a nod with Daemon.

“Enjoyed that did you?” Daemon asked, his arm coming to wrap around Viserea’s shoulder.

“Who knows when I’ll next taste freedom?” Rhaenyra said through laughter, causing both Viserea and Daemon to laugh along with her.

Viserea spotted Daemon take Rhaenyra’s hand in his and smiled, allowing him to guide them both through the streets she no longer recognized. She’d never been permitted this far into them with only Blood and Cheese to accompany her.

As the sounds in the building they were approaching grew louder, Viserea glanced to Rhaenyra from beside Daemon,

“Do you trust us?” She asked her.

“Of course,” she replied, curiosity and confusion lacing her voice.

Once they entered the building, Daemon took off his robe, having no quarrels at being spotted here. Rhaenyra and Viserea both watched as the naked women on the stage in front of them, covered in tattoos, did something Viserea could only describe as perform.

When Daemon caught their eye, Viserea and Rhaenyra followed him down another hallway in the building. The atmosphere changed from something lighthearted to something more intense. Rhaenyra and Viserea both removed their caps, silver hair on display, and gripped one of Daemon’s hands each.

They followed close behind him as they walked past rooms with people in them. Some held a woman and a man, multiple women and a man, multiple men and a woman, and only men or women. All of the people in the rooms were letting breathy moans of pleasure fill the air.

Rhaenyra had coupled with Viserea, while Viserea had coupled with both Rhaenyra and Daemon, yet neither of them were able to keep their eyes from flickering through the rooms of people chasing their own pleasure.

Daemon’s presence seemed to draw attention, some of the women stopping what they were doing to whisper his name.

“What is this place?” Rhaenyra asked as they stepped into another room that at least a dozen people were occupying.

��It’s where people come to take what they want,” Daemon replied as Rhaennnyra and Viserea watched the different groups of people.

“Fucking is a pleasure, you see, even if it’s a man and a woman,” Daemon said, drawing Rhaenyra’s attention to him. His forehead rested against hers and he used the hand that held Viserea’s to guide Viserea to stand behind Rhaenyra.

Viserea and Daemon allowed Rhaenyra to make the first move. When her lips met with Daemons, Viserea pushed her hair out of the way, beginning to kiss and nip at her neck the way she knew Rhaenyra liked.

“Marriage can be a duty, but that does not mean we have to stop doing what we want,” Daemon told her, going back to kissing her the moment the words had left his mouth, “from fucking who we want.”

As if to prove his point, Demon pulled Viserea into his kiss next and Viserea heard Rhaenyra’s quickened breath in her ear as she was pushed between them.

He backed the three of them up, pulling Viserea from behind Rhaenyra until Rhaenyra’s back was against the wall. Viserea kissed Rhaenyra this time and Viserea felt Daemon’s lips attach to her neck and guide her hands under Rhaenyra’s shirt, both of them touching the soft skin beneath it.

“Do you want this?” Daemon asked, looking to Rhaenyra as his lips left Viserea’s skin.

“Yes,” Rhaenyra said breathlessly against Viserea’s lips.

“Do you understand what this means?” Viserea asked Rhaenyra, searching Rhaenyra’s eyes.

“You plan to ruin my purity for any future suitors. To ensure that I can only be yours,” Rhaenyra confirmed.

“Come, then,” Daemon said, pulling away from them both and beginning to walk away.

Viserea and Rhaenyra shared another glance and followed behind him. He stayed a couple steps in front of them as he guided them back to the castle, taking the same path to enter the castle as they had to exit earlier that night.

“Ser Criston?” Rhaenyra asked quietly, scared of his presence possibly being on the other side of the door.

“Ser Ryden dismissed him earlier, stating that you and I wanted some privacy to catch up on the past year’s events and he would not be needed,” Viserea said at a normal volume.

It took nothing further from either of them for Rhaenyra to release her anxiety and begin kissing Viserea again. The three of their bodies become hopelessly entangled with each others’ as they all lost track of whose mouth was where on their bodies at any given time. Broken moans filtered through the room as Viserea and Rhaenyra finally reunited for the first time in a year. More followed as Daemon and Rhaenyra were finally allowed to release the pent up tension they felt for each other.

[grandtheftautuumn]

ryden exists...

[prettyoddfever]

do you know if the 'ryden exists' photo is real because the 'real' ones look more fake than the edited ones lol

I'm not entirely sure if you mean these pictures, but it's my best guess (sorry if I'm about to go off on a totally wrong tangent, just reply & I'll update it if you meant something else).

These pictures were taken by two sisters in Singapore (Samantha & June) who skipped school to wait at the airport while the band was leaving in August 2008 and got to chat with the guys for a while. 

The pics caused a lot of heated discussion in the fandom, though… people were upset with how some fans were taking the whole Ryden joke too seriously and even bringing it up irl (a couple fans had previously photoshopped pictures of the guys kissing and legit showed them). So some people thought that these pics were rude, crossed a major line, and embarrassed the fandom. It’s true that the guys were often trashed online for being “mean” if they didn’t go along with whatever fans wanted from them, so maybe they did feel stuck in a tricky spot with these pictures. Who knows. Most of the Ryden fans in 2008 were well aware that Ryden was a fandom joke, so a lot of people (especially fic authors) came to Samantha’s defense claiming nobody actually believed that Ryden was real and these pictures were fine because everyone was on the same page etc.

So this really was just meant to be in good fun. The girl who took the pictures said it seemed like the guys were humoring her & her sister (even though Jon’s doing a thumbs-down in the corner of Bden’s pic). Plus, Zack actually allowed them to do this… there was also a “Ryan loves Bden” sign that Zack shot down right away. I guess at the very least this shows how good the guys were with their fans!

[alynnaatthedisco]

How to solve an addiction to a ship that doesn't even exist (ryden)

[x-on-the-calendar-business]

ryan ross iceberg (tier 5)

tier 1, tier 2, tier 3, tier 4, tier 6, tier 7, tier 8

near end of the iceberg:

r.r. confessions twt account:

there used to be a ryan confessions account on twitter under this name, but it was deleted. however, people said the most unhinged shit on there and there was so much drama. i wish i could list specific examples, but i don’t have any unfortunately.

there is a new ryan ross confessions account here, but i think it was created after the last one ceased to exist [i]. this one also has some unhinged stuff on it, such as someone saying they used ryden theory for their gender studies class, and someone else claiming that ryan has a child on the way (they confirmed they were joking). also the person who claimed their friend hooked up with ryan in a bathroom or something like that.

there is just nothing going on in the ryan sphere so the stans are bored.

dank eyes:

this is the nickname for dan keyes because, when you look at his instagram handle dankeyes, it looks like dank eyes. in 2015/2016, this is how most of us referred to him. honestly, i still call him this most of the time out of habit.

light brown:

this is a…uh song? that shane morris (we’ll talk about him next) posted on his soundcloud in 2012 featuring ryan and danny fujikawa.

you can listen to it here for the lore:

shane morris:

buckle up for this one.

this is ryan’s former manager from about 2012-2016, and he was just an absolutely horrible person. the masterpost about all of his wrongdoings (which i will link of course) starts out with “tw: rape, self harm, abuse, pedophilia, body-shaming, sexism, swearing, talk of drug use, suicide, nazism, classism, generally dicky things,” if that doesn’t tell you how things are gonna go [ii].

there is so, so much that this could be an entire post itself, so i will give a tldr but link some posts for further reading. there’s a couple of things related to him that will also appear as their own entries, so i will save in depth discussion of those for later.

shane has a pretty extensive history of posting disgusting things on the internet: rape jokes, fat shaming, making fun of people who self harm, eating disorders, slurs, basically anything that is problematic. the post i’m going to link shows specific tweets and tumblr posts about this. he also has a history of bullying ryan’s fans, and the picture below is one of many examples of it.

so he was generally an abhorrent human being, but let me elaborate on some of the stuff specific to ryan. shane would often promise fans new music from ryan but never follow through with it, likely because ryan didn’t know he was doing this. he actually ended up leaking some of ryan’s songs, but we’ll touch on that again later, along with him impersonating ryan on both twitter and facebook. once he and ryan cut ties, shane also deleted ryan’s soundcloud, i guess in an attempt to “get back” at him and the fans by robbing us of music that was backed up anyway. he spread rumors that ryan is a drug addict and transphobic as well [iii].

the context that ryan is not really active on social media is so important here because he had no idea of a) the kind of person shane was and what terrible things he said on the internet, and b) the way he was attempting to sabotage ryan’s career.

don’t worry, shane is still at it with managing musicians and creating drama. he was travis scott’s former manager, and in 2021, he claimed that he helped travis fake all of his streams to launch his career [iv]. this could be true, but it’s shane so i always take everything he says with a grain of salt anyway. he posted the tiktok about it during the astroworld events, so it reads to me as an attempt to insert himself into the situation (which is so tone deaf for such an insane tragedy like) (and of course, i’m not a travis scott apologist either). i take it that he is still the same as he was 10 years ago.

like i said, there is so much more to cover about shane, but we still have more entries to go over in this tier. therefore, i will leave you with this link to the aforementioned masterpost:

and another link with some more information:

its for lovers or just friends:

i mentioned this in tier 4, but this is a quote from ryan’s last ever livejournal post from june 25, 2006: “You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it's for lovers (orjustfriends)”

brie larson disneyland:

this refers to this picture of ryan at disney with brie larson.

i think it was from around 2017? they were hanging out because brie and alex greenwald used to date, and they were engaged before breaking up. there’s more pictures of them from this day in this twitter thread [v].

chelsey:

okay put your seatbelts back on cause this one is another entry that is a lot.

chelsey lynn is also known as the panic! stalker, and for good reason. she is a pretty terrible person and a lot of the reason that ryan and brendon don’t speak anymore. as discussed in an earlier tier, ryan and brendon did run into each other at a hooters and hang out, but around that same time, they tweeted each other occasionally, although they weren’t necessarily friends; however, the chelsey saga ultimately led to the complete ending of their friendship (which, granted, is not the worst thing in the world since brendon is also a pretty abhorrent person).

in 2012, chelsey started to catfish ryan pretending to be brendon. she did this by hacking shane valdez’s (panic!’s former photographer and brendon’s former roommate) facebook account and messaging ryan under the guise of brendon. she told him she wanted to rekindle their friendship and was able to get ryan’s number, though she claims she got it from one of his friends, which is still weird. she catfished him for nine (9) months. she was able to coax all sorts of private and vulnerable information from ryan, such as the split, his relationship with z, his childhood, and more [vi].

once a fellow panic! fan and tumblr user got chelsey to confess, she went to shane morris about it, who thankfully actually took it seriously (even though shane has his own history of impersonating ryan, but we’ll talk about that later). due to the general public finding out about chelsey’s wrongdoings, she released an apology, but no fans really accepted it [vi].

chelsey did leak screenshots of her texts with ryan, which i won’t post here because i don’t think it’s appropriate, but you can find them if you feel so inclined. she also messaged someone on facebook stating that she has pictures of ryan she could leak, but she’s “nicer than that” [vii].

as i’m sure you can imagine, once ryan found out the truth, he was pretty upset. he made some instagram posts right after that were fairly sad.

the thing is, chelsey didn’t even like ryan that much; she was just obsessed with brendon and sarah. she stalked their families as well, and even had a spreadsheet of all of their information. she hacked several of their accounts too. she took photos from their private accounts and posted them on her tumblr, posing them as “rare” photos of brendon and sarah [vi].

the worst part of all of this? CHELSEY REMAINED ACTIVE IN THE FANDOM. she had a popular instagram account, called brendonurievines, and sarah followed it.

sarah ended up leaving a comment on instagram about it, in which she says there is nothing but love between them when they see each other…okay then. she also says she doesn’t follow her which is just a lie [viii].

chelsey has met brendon and zack hall multiple times, even as recently as when brendon was in kinky boots. she has deleted her instagram, but her youtube channel is still up. she hasn’t posted in 2 years, but even in 2020, she was posting videos of brendon and sarah.

lastly, she posted a statement on her instagram stories about it in 2018, taking no accountability.

so in conclusion, chelsey is a terrible person and one of the darkest sagas in ryan’s life. the way she catfished him during an already rough time in his life and gave him false hope that he could rekindle one of his oldest friendships was insanely gross. she shouldn’t be forgiven for this, and although she isn’t active anymore, we still shouldn’t forget what she’s done and continue to hold her accountable. here’s a post you can read to get more details than i put here:

gremlin:

a far more lighthearted entry than the last couple.

in 2015, ryan dressed as a gremlin for halloween. we’ll come back to this halloween party in the next tier.

zooey deschanel:

in around 2011, ryan and zooey were friends. they appeared on each other’s instagrams and tweeted back and forth some. the pics of them together are from vicky t’s christmas party in 2011.

the tragic love life of ryan ross:

this a series of tumblr posts by @pathetic-at-the-disco that chronicle ryan’s relationships. it starts from his high school girlfriend (who most of fever was written about), and it was originally supposed to end with helena, but they left off before moving on to z berg 5 years ago. it also discusses jac, keltie, katie, and his fling in cape town [ix].

they are fairly long posts because they contain a lot of detail, but i definitely recommend reading them because they’re really informative. definitely very well done and impressive. in fact, i sourced them a lot when talking about jac and keltie.

if you remember, in tier 2 i said i would link more info about his relationships with jac and keltie later in the iceberg. so here we are:

this is another post for further reading that corrects some things that were incorrect in the original post:

hung out with freshmen:

i cannot find the source for this anywhere, but in an interview, ryan said that when he was in his junior/senior year of high school, he hung out with freshmen.

tweets that aren’t his:

back to shane morris i fear.

in 2014, he hacked ryan’s twitter. i’ll talk about the specific tweets he made in the next tier. ryan did find out about the hacking and tweeted this.

all of the tweets are still up, and his twitter bio still says, “Nope. It wasn’t me.”

this is my coming out party:

in 2009, someone hacked ryan’s twitter and tweeted this, and it was absolutely iconic. i actually quote this frequently lmao

ryan ross struggles:

this is a twitter account, ryanrosstruggle (shoutout kiki), who posts struggles from ryan ross stans. struggle accounts basically just post unhinged or cringey tweets (or other posts) from people within the fandom. there are other kinds of posts they repost, but it’s really hard to describe, so you should just go to kiki’s twitter to see some of the things she tweets [x]. here’s a couple examples:

up next, we finish the actual iceberg before diving into the deeper waters.

tier 6

references:

[i] https://twitter.com/ryanrossconf?lang=en

[ii] https://astroe.tumblr.com/post/42733669382/shane-morris-and-why-everybody-hates-him

[iii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172418363736/hey-can-you-elaborate-on-the-whole-shane-thing-i

[iv] https://www.dailydot.com/unclick/travis-scott-shane-morris/

[v] https://twitter.com/crossboydreamie/status/1569466922042802178?lang=en

[vi] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172832450316/the-time-that-ryan-ross-was-catfished-by-a-fan

[vii] https://dallonsmiles.tumblr.com/post/42837896821/here-are-a-few-screenshots-from-a-conversation

[viii] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/172147291981/last-year-i-remeber-in-a-comment-sarah-left-on

[ix] https://pathetic-at-the-disco.tumblr.com/post/171140808026/the-tragic-love-life-of-ryan-ross-all-links

[x] https://twitter.com/ryanrosstruggle

[sparklerkei]

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do I'm half crazy all for the love of you It won't be a stylish marriage I can't afford a carriage But you'll look sweet upon the seat Of a bicycle built for two

Daisy Bell is one of my Roman Empires tbh. It's relevance in pop culture and infosec goes so deep...

It all started with the fact that it was the first song sung by a computer.

The famous scene from 2001: A Space Odyssey...

So many famous renditions...

The above version is from Mark Ryden's "The Gay Nineties Old Tyme Music" (which is an album full of ONLY renditions of Daisy Bell and homage to the IBM 7094) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pi2ZEVjcCzo&list=PLX6hl3ZfYanfRbJKsgaQm9qA7q1tpiGZU (Full album featuring people such as Katy Perry & Weird Al). The fact that this album exists fills me with inexplicable joy.

Futurama season 4 episode 3, (overall episode 57), Bender sings Daisy Bell, which is especially ironic with him being a robot.

I was reading Fairy Tale by Stephen King, and the Bicycle Built for Two was referenced in chapter 10-6, too. The delight I get over finding these morsels!

The entirety of the Brobeck's album "Violent Things," but in this case especially "Le Velo Pour Deux" (Love at First Sight is one of the songs I'll listen to on repeat for hours, and the themes floating through the entire album are lovely)

For me, it started with Dengeki Daisy. I had never heard Daisy Bell. Dengeki Daisy was a manga that I read before it was completed, and at the time I was first starting to get into the infosec / hacker world. The song being the reason for the pen name "Daisy," and the lyrics showing up in the manga, sent me on a wild goose chase of discovery and wonder. I loved going deeper into the roots of the reference and finding so many more delightful references to Daisy Bell.

Plus, the song is old enough that while individual versions of it may be copyright, the original song is basically an old time classic that is public domain.

And to be fair, the original AT&T Bell Labs is another one of my Roman Empires, so the fact that the IBM 7094 which sung it originally was an experiment ran in Bell Labs fills me with wonder and excitement.

Anyway I just wanted to collect more Daisy Bell references, so please add yours here if you'd like :)

[rebeccathenaturalist]

Are There Evil Animals?

Originally posted on my website at https://rebeccalexa.com/are-there-evil-animals/

There’s a great discussion over on BlueSky about animal species unfairly seen as villains. Folks are posting pictures of species that we feel get a bad rap (I chose to highlight the gray wolf and snakes.) Ironically, I also had a note in my calendar, placed there months ago, to write about whether there are good or bad animals. So–today’s theme is whether there really are “evil animals”, and what makes them separate from “good animals”.

Please keep in mind that I am coming from a western perspective as an American of European heritage, and cultural views of various animals vary from species to species and culture to culture. And, of course, individual people within a community may disagree. But let’s stick with general trends in western viewpoints. Also, I am not going to wade into the issue of invasive species and whether they are “good” or “bad” from a moral sense, though I did get into clarifying what makes a species invasive a while back.)

There are certain animals that seem to draw the ire of people more than others. Spiders and snakes are two groups that are frequently relegated to the undesirable group of “creepy crawlies”, are the subject of many people’s phobias, and are all too often killed simply for existing. I’ve seen people post pictures of their pet snakes and spiders, only to have others reply “If I saw that thing anywhere near me I’d kill it”–something I bet they’d never say about someone’s beloved pet dog or cat. Slugs are seen as gross and slimy, bats will supposedly fly into your hair, and even pet domesticated rats will get looks of revulsion.

While all large predatory animals have seen their numbers plummet in the past couple of centuries due to overhunting, gray wolves and coyotes face extra-venomous persecution. Barry Holstun Lopez’ classic work Of Wolves and Men, and Hope Ryden’s God’s Dog: A Celebration of the North American Coyote, both explore in detail how these canids are not just controlled, but gleefully slaughtered by those who proudly display “smoke a pack [of wolves] a day” on their trucks and hang rotting carcasses of coyotes they’ve shot on fences alongside roads. The reintroduction of wolves in particular has been hindered by the protests of those convinced their livestock will all be killed and their children carried off. And Ryden’s work tried to counter the sentiment of all too many people that “the only good coyote is a dead coyote.”

Lopez in particular tackled the idea that wolves were specifically evil because they had supposedly been sent by Satan himself to plague good God-fearing people. And while many wolf-haters today probably don’t recognize the roots of their hatred, they still pursue the extermination of the species with religious fervor. Snakes, similarly, were maligned not just because a few of them are venomous, but because of the Serpent in the Garden of Eden. The bible is full of parables and metaphors involving animals that place them in either the “good animals” category (like sheep) or the “evil animals” category (like goats.) And while western society is becoming increasingly less Christian, the cultural influences of centuries of Christianity can still be felt.

Thankfully, advances in science have offered a much more nuanced view of animals, and nature in general. We know for sure that the Earth is much, much, MUCH older than 6000 years, and that the many species that have come and gone over the eons came to be through natural selection. At their core, every species of animal (and plant, and fungus, etc.) is a living system whose most primitive purpose is to make sure its genetic material is successfully replicated. Far from making life into a strictly mechanistic process, I feel that this just makes the many adaptations species have evolved over time that much more fascinating.

Take the gray wolf, for example. Long legs help them to run swiftly, but they have solid endurance as well and can trail prey for many miles. Broad feet keep them from sinking into snow, like snowshoes, and keen hearing, sight, and smell help them to locate prey. They can dispatch said prey with sharp teeth which also allow them to shear off pieces of meat which is then broken down by an efficient digestive system. Far from being solo predators lurking in the shadows, wolves have complex social lives, and a pack is generally composed of a primary pair with their young from various years. They work together to raise each year’s pups and find food, and they spend quite a bit of time playing with each other or sleeping off a good meal. All of these adaptations work together to make an organism that has successfully passed its DNA down through many generations. It’s pretty impressive, thinking about the complexity of all of the tissues and organs and systems that go into making one single wolf, and how DNA holds the key to its own preservation and replication in increasingly complex packages.

But these genes and adaptations do not make the wolf “evil”, any more than herbivory (other than the occasional nest of baby birds) makes a deer “good”. And that’s the thing: at its heart, nature is amoral. Not IMMORAL, mind you; amorality means being not at all concerned with right or wrong, good or evil. Wolves and deer prey on their respective foods, and deer and plants have defenses they use to try to keep from being eaten. That doesn’t make them inherently bad, and they aren’t rubbing their paws (or hooves) gleefully together like some cartoonish villain as they think about killing their next meal. It’s just the way of things, ever since the first eukaryotes evolved two billion years ago and began eating other living beings.

So why, then, do we persist in seeing wolves as evil animals and deer as good ones? Well, we’re judging them by human standards, and specifically western, Christianity-influenced standards. We’re pretty biased, because we think that any species that does things we want them to is good, but those that inconvenience us are bad. We like hunting deer and we only really get annoyed with them if they eat our crops (which can also be solved by eating them.) But while wolves may eat our livestock (and the deer we want to hunt), we can’t really eat them, and so their value to us isn’t enough to keep them in the “good” category. Although wolves gave us dogs, the wolves that remain will not bow to our demands, so dogs become the only nice and respectable wolves we will accept in our lives because they directly benefit us, whether as working animals, companions, or both.

We can see this pattern among other species, too. Those that we find beautiful or useful, and which do not significantly impact our lives in any negative way, get to be good. Any that cause us problems end up being bad. Sadly, “I saw it and it scared me” is often enough to relegate a species to being a problem. Even though spiders do a great job of keeping our homes and other environments free of flies, ants, and other insects that might, say, spoil our food, we persecute spiders because we see them as scary. In the vast majority of human-spider encounters there is no way the spider could possibly get close enough to bite, and would only do so in self-defense–yet in many of these encounters the spider loses its life just for being there.

We don’t even think twice about squashing a spider or other “bug” that made the mistake of being visible. Demonizing animals as evil means that we don’t have to feel any responsibility toward their preservation. And, in fact, you can extend that whole idea of “evilness” to nature in general. Nature, until recently, was mainly seen in the west as something to be tamed and tied down, turned to agriculture, industry, and other good human-benefiting pursuits. Preserving wild ecosystems is seen as wasteful by the sort of person who only sees dollar signs. Why should we reintroduce wolves if they get in the way of our raising livestock? Why should we protect old growth forests instead of cutting them down for profit? Why should we restrict fishing to help fish populations recover from generations of overfishing, when it might mean a drop in seafood revenue?

In the end, the whole good/evil dichotomy as applied to animals is just a symptom of our selfishness. Those of us who understand the complexity of ecology also grok the concept of existence value, which I just wrote about in my last article. This concept allows us to get out of our self-centered viewpoints, showing how a species (or ecosystem) is important simply for existing, regardless of whether we can use it for something or not. I also think it’s important to drop that idea that a species can be inherently good or evil, and instead take Henry Beston’s view that they are “other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.” Like them, we humans are also the product of billions of years of adaptations and evolution, no more or less amazing than any other species. We’ve spent too long trying to make the whole world dance to our tune alone; we need to give the other beings space for their music, too, and appreciate its beauty as much as our own.

Did you enjoy this post? Consider taking one of my online foraging and natural history classes or hiring me for a guided nature tour, checking out my other articles, or picking up a paperback or ebook I’ve written! You can even buy me a coffee here!

[porcelaincvnt666]

🫀my 2025 goals⊹⋆.ೃ࿔

porcelain's year of art and adequacy

yes it's a week in but i wrote these two hours before midnight on dec.31

get a beginners (preferably vintage) sewing kit to carry with me everywhere i go like the one in secretary (2002). learn to sew so i can diy some of my old ugly clothes.

become the sickest guitar player alive. learn riffs from all my favorite songs. figure out how to write my own.

study art styles i like and take inspiration for my own (i'm thinking a mix of aya takano and mark ryden). learn paintings techniques for lights and shadows. use my pretty vintage easel in the backyard to make disturbing grotesque sexual pretty little paintings while wearing overalls.

seek out the bitches in my town (girl, interrupted level mental connection) to start an amateur yet artistic girl band.

blog here and on pinterest (when it's unprivate). this is a step 2 becoming a big star.

limit the media consumption. read books. watch movies. but doomscrolling disgusts me so much that i don't even want to do it anymore. also no social media connected to people ik irl. i dont want to know about their lives. their existence is insignificant 2 me.

write poetry. make them overly sexual and disturbing. use random prompts i find for metaphors and imagery. make them lyrical.

work on my book during any free time i have at school. post it on crappy fanfiction sites for validation. take inspiration from everything.

get a vintage wedding dress from my thrift store. walk around in it so people see me and wonder what's going on.

spend relaxing time in cemeteries.

collect thingies. cds, calico critters, pretty rocks, jewelry, movies on my letterboxd, etc.

invest in witchcraft.

write + zine about feminism and misogyny and other things i find interesting.

take walks often with interesting playlists to see nature. burn calories. eat raspberries.

also i'm doing a 2025 playlist where i add a song everyday <3 i hope i don't give up on it

🫀🫀🫀

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

do you have any fic recs that will change my existence like throam did? asking for a friend ofc (open to frerard/peterick/petekey as well)

i don't actually read ryden fic anymore, and one of the best ones i remember, death doesnt deter me, seems to have been deleted :/ was gonna reccomend but alas. here are a few that i cannot attest to the quality to bc i was like 15 when i read them and my memory might be glossy BUT:

^(i remember this being really good. dont remember the sequel at ALL)

[miidnightcowboy]

@wolfontheloose

location; outskirts of greywood forest

the dark is your home, despite being someone who often walks in the daytime. it is your domain, entire being moulded to excel while under its cover, a hunter primed and ready for the kill at moment’s notice. you haven’t been a killer in some time, however, giving up the mantle of creature of the night for a protector from your very kind. the only thing that fears you are stray deer and rabbits, liable to become your next meal should they get too close on the nights you feed. greywood is an anomaly within much of the modern world; while abraham is aware wolves stick together in packs and witches in covens, he has rarely heard of them all co-existing somewhat harmoniously. he says somewhat because from what he understands, there is something trying to disturb that peace. and – abe wants a bit of the action. there’s been talk of a vampire lingering on the outskirts of town, an unsavoury type by those who’ve described them. abe’s familiar with this one, a slave to their enhanced senses, white as a sheet in ragged clothes stained heavily with dried blood. there may have been an inkling of humanity in there once but, it had been dashed, only the need to feed remained. It was a sorry situation, one that abraham wished could be avoided but, it couldn’t. only a stake through the heart would put this creature to rest. boots are silent, even against the wet and crunch of the forest floor, black eyes reflecting any hints of light like a cat would – abraham makes no noise, thanks to a complete lack of bodily functions. the same cannot be said for his companion, the alpha wolf of greywood who’s been tasked with dealing with this issue to. abe’s pretty sure in the social hierarchy of the town, the other man ranks higher but, doesn’t care as long as he’s helpful. “ya like it?” voice muffled, following a scent trail – nothing strong yet, they’ve got a while before they really need to be completely quiet. “bein’ a werewolf?” abraham has never formally met one before, not really. ryden is probably the first, though that’s because the vampire in question is quite a loner. not unfriendly, just very self-isolated.

[marsdenlee]

Location: Bolt-Lee Apartment With: @wolfontheloose

It had been five days of searching, of non-stop phone calls, of waiting on hold with static music to get him through the sometimes hour long wait times, of dropped calls, of spotty service, of sleepless nights, of midnight convenience store dinners, of empty cigarette packets; five days of no sign of Ryden Bolt. The day that Ryden was supposed to return and didn't, Marsden had called the airline and through some mix-up or computing error the flight had only been marked as delayed and a whole day later no one seemed to know whether or not it had actually departed. One person said it was still in Colombia, another person said there was a layover and the plane was stuck there somewhere in Texas, finally he was able to confirm the plane had in fact left Colombia but once it had gone in the air no one knew what happened until there was a reported plane crash somewhere near the Gulf of Mexico. Someone told him there were no reported survivors but that didn't mean anything to the siren because Ryden wasn't any normal person and Marsden was filled with enough naive confidence to believe that something as common place as a plane crash couldn't kill Ryden Bolt. It was Ryden Bolt. Ryden Motherfucking Bolt. Ryden. His Ryden. Surely, he would feel something if his Ryden had died. Surely there would be some world wide cataclysmic sensation that rocked the heavens and shattered the earth, broke down his soul with the weight of his loss the moment his final breath was taken and his heart beat its last. Surely, he would feel something and not this large and numbing nothing.

The conclusion therefore was simple: Ryden must be alive.

The airline had failed him already with their incompetence, it was not wild now to assume they were wrong in this. So for five days and nights Mars became a machine. He used every outlet available to him, reached out to old friends and contacts that he'd met over the course of his travels, asked his dad for help, and he went to the place where the plane was reported to have crashed. He went to hospitals. He went to veterinary clinics. He went to registered nurses and unregistered nurses known to help those injured or who needed medical care but who didn't want to be reported for one reason or another. He turned over every proverbial stone and came up with nothing. It was as if he simply disappeared and the only mark left on this world that Ryden Bolt existed was in his heart and memory. Five days later and Marsden returned to Greywood exhausted but not defeated. He was not done. He would never be done, not until he found him. Normal methods did not work and now he would turn to magical ones because there was nothing that he wouldn't do.

The apartment was the emptiest it had ever been. Maria Elena was still with his neighbor, he would go get her in the morning, knowing at this time of night that they would all be asleep and Tux his cat was nowhere to be seen, often elusive and perhaps even a little miffed at him for being gone so long. For a long time, Mars stood in the kitchen in front of the sink, running the water from the faucet over his fingers, white noise barely muffling the background voices in his head. They were harder to ignore when things were quiet. They whispered every nightmare and worse case scenario into existence, and one small voice just kept repeating in the same intonation, Five more minutes. It meant nothing as the voices often did, spouting nonsensical things that only served to distract him from his current train of thought but maybe it wasn't so nonsensical. Maybe even that voice was wishing for five more minutes, five more minutes in his arms, five more minutes with him at all, just five more minutes and then he could rest. Give him back. Give him back to me.

The siren sniffed and turned off the water. He was on autopilot when he moved into the bathroom and plugged the basin of the tub and began to run the water, filling it with warmth and pouring in soap for bubbles and scoops of salt. Bath ready he moved to the next mindless task and found himself once more in the kitchen where he pulled out a cast iron skillet and began to heat it up on the stove. He'd gotten good at making steaks. Making two steaks a day for a couple of days had given him ample practice in figuring out the right amount of seasoning and how many minutes each one needed on one side before it needed to be flipped. Meat sizzled when it hit the hot pan, savoury aroma filled the room. There was nothing else he could do but this, return to the same routine and promise he had made, that he would have a warm bath and two steaks ready because what if... what if... what if...

It was those big what ifs that kept him going through the exhaustion, the sleepless nights, magical aid given to him by Maya could only do so much to keep sleep at bay before it came back for him, fatigue wanting interest to repay the debt he'd accrued made visible by the dark purplish blue shadows encircled around his eyes making him appear more like a skeleton than usual. He poked the steak with the metal tongs testing its doneness and moved it onto a plate to keep warm and rest, now moving onto the second one. The voice in his head once again said, Five more minutes. Mars, too tired to ignore it responded out loud in a low mumble, "Nah, it's done." Somewhere in the apartment, Tux jumped down from whatever high shelf he had been sitting at and came around to rub the side of his body against Mars' legs. Meat continued to sizzle in the pan. The night continued to be quiet.

[wolfontheloose]

|| Bastien & Ryden ||

There was really no middle ground with the Den. It was either slow as frozen over hell, barely a few patrons dropping by, making the evening drag on or it was bustling, so much so that even if all hands were on deck, its staff was barely hanging on. Ryden had been its manager for more than two years now, maybe even considerably more than that but time was fake and the werewolf man didn’t like to think of its comings and goings. He now existed within its chaos naturally, becoming a part of the problem himself along with the pack he was a part of, who were the majority of the pub’s customers. 

The man at the managerial position in this very respectable but definitely not looking like it establishment was whatever was required of him on the day - cleaner, bartender, host, bouncer, performer, waiter, table wiper, clogged toilet fixer, cook, delivery man, garbage disposal, handyman, unwilling personal problems dump… You name it, Ryden did what anyone else would rather not, just like within the pack. Because that was what the Den was mostly full of - wolves. 

Having just played host to some rarer patrons who were pack but either due to work or family affairs were too occupied to be regulars - it wasn’t unusual for Ryden to make rounds around the pub, approaching each table to say hello, catch up and check up on the people occupying it - the alpha wolf made his way back to the bar to resume what was his actual work; bartending. Everyone was mostly settled for the night, already on at least their second drink, so latecomers were not expected though there were always exceptions of course. One such exception seemed to have just walked in and a quick glance made him appear very familiar to Ryden but the wolf couldn’t quite point a finger at it. It was a familiarity between having seen someone before in the passing and the person looking a little like someone else you knew. 

Before Ryden could think on it more, his attention was captured by someone else, a group of wolves who weren’t quite done having a chat with Ryden hovering around their table spot.

@bashbaudelaire

[findopulencerp]

hi there, i was looking to apply with either melissa pamuk or demet ozdemir fc and wondered if any of your members might like an existing connection with them/would they fit any wc?

Greetings! I could see either of those fc's working in a multitude of different wanted connections. To name a few, Ryden Bolt is looking for a former friend with benefits, Jean-Claude du Derosiers is looking for his best friend or possibly his vampire progeny, and also Thaddeus Spaulding is looking for his daughter's godmother. These are just a few suggestions and if none suit your preference then our players are very welcome in coming up with existing connections that would suit your preferences.

[prettyoddfever]

the sun/moon theory doesn’t actually make sense

The pictures above are from 9/23/06, which was the only time that Ryan wore blue makeup at the same time that Brendon wore yellow makeup. The guys weren’t the ones who came up with their look, either. That makeup came from Pieter M van Hattem’s heavily styled photoshoot earlier that day and then the band wore the leftover makeup to the Boost Mobile RockCorps performance. 

Now fast forward almost a year to when they were working on Pretty. Odd. songs...

The Pretty. Odd. lyrics had a lot of weather references because the band wrote most of the album while sitting in Ryan’s backyard on drugs and looking at clouds or whatever you see at night in the desert. Brendon told the Boston Globe that “I’m sure if the weather was really horrible, [the new album] might’ve sounded different. It definitely needed to be what it was for us to write those songs.” Brendon also said: 

“We spent a lot of time outside when we were writing the record. We wrote it in the hottest month of the year in Las Vegas. We had a weird sleeping schedule, too. We pretty much stayed up all night and slept during the day just because it is so hot there. So we spent a lot of time looking at the stars and enjoying and experiencing the weather so I think that had a very direct influence on us.”

Then weather and clouds and nature became part of the Pretty. Odd. era’s early theme that the band talked about (also look at the custom car they designed, or the set design for the Honda Civic Tour where Ryan said they wanted to make it feel like the show was happening outdoors). Flowers, weather, the sun & moon, and nature in general were part of that era because that’s what influenced the band while they were writing the songs (and also Jon Walker exists lol. he had a major influence on that album). A big theme with their songwriting in summer 2007 was to keep things simple & lighthearted.

WTDMTN was one of the early songs that they wrote that summer (the band played it for the first time on August 5th). Their interviews made it sound like the guys just watched night meet day a lot that summer, took some drugs, and wrote a cute story. Jon seemed so happy with that song’s fairy tale quality too! He said “We had this idea that the day and the night met each other… it’s basically a fairytale story about two times a day falling in love with each other and the world being day & night at the same time consecutively somehow.” Ryan said this song was like a kid’s story. He had also spent over half a year working on the cabin album’s fairytale-esque storyline (with Spencer’s help) and it had become so elaborate that he was considering writing an accompanying book. Just because they scrapped the cabin album and majorly switched directions for their second album doesn’t mean they lost all of their previous interests... it made sense that they might still gravitate towards a fairy-tale quality a bit.

I think the idea that anything on Pretty. Odd. could actually have some Ryden subtext comes from people who weren’t closely observing the season when the band wrote those lyrics. Brendon & Ryan were not that close in the last half of 2007. Ryan was way better friends with Jon by that summer... they talked about living together, watching movies or writing songs together in the middle of the night, going bowling or to see movies, etc. They were definitely close. There were pictures of them hanging out offstage. Ryan hung out with a lot of other Vegas friends throughout 2007 too. Meanwhile, Brendon talked about hanging out with Spencer and Shane that fall. Brendon & Ryan were together when they had to do band-related events (but even a few of those moments showed a shifting dynamic between the two guys). The guys were definitely still friends! But it’s a stretch when you try to paint a picture where they were in love & obsessed with each other this season to the point of writing lyrics about each other.

The only part of all the sun/moon conspiracy stuff that even slightly works is the idea that Jon Walker might have used the reference as a code in his post-split lyrics to get his own point across (ex: then his lyrics would imply that he doesn’t need Ryan & Brendon to tell him what to do). That doesn’t mean anything beyond the fact that Jon had always been super aware of what the fandom was saying and knew how to communicate on our level. Seriously, he followed the talk online in 2006-2007 SO closely and would even leave subtle references in his journal entries to things the fandom was talking about. Sometimes he was just messing with us (example at the bottom of this post). Some fans had actual “hi Jon” icons on lj towards the end of the Fever era because most people knew he was watching. In October 2006 the PATD livejournal got set to private for a short time and Jon posted on the band’s website “whats with the live journal being down, someone fix it :(” because now he couldn’t properly creep on that particular fan community while the band was on tour lol. 

He shared SO much of his photography with fans (including in the band’s album and his picturesatthedisco photobucket) and was just way more involved with us than the other 3 guys. So any sun/moon reference that Jon might have made in his own lyrics later on doesn’t exactly prove anything about the whole Ryden sun/moon conspiracy. It only proves that Jon was still in touch with his fanbase and could use their references.

[rydenspace]

A little chaos, a little charm—just like me.

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗗𝗨𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 :

Who this guy ?

Hey there, I’m Ryden!

First off, welcome to my little corner of the internet—glad to have you here! I’m 24, go by he/them, and proudly an ESFJ (aka your friendly neighborhood social butterfly). Whether you're here to vibe, chat, or just lurk, make yourself at home!

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗗 :

I’m a big fan of movies and drama series, especially horror—I can never get enough! Music is also a huge part of my day. I’m a casual listener of ATEEZ, Billie Eilish, Juicy Luicy, TXT, and tons of songs. You’ll probably catch me vibing to them all the time. When I’m bored, I hop on Mobile Legends or Honor of Kings. I’m no pro, but I still have fun playing!

𝗕𝗘𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 :

Please read ut carefully!

DO:

✔ Feel free to talk, interact, and vibe with me!

✔ Share your favorite movies, dramas, or music recs—I’m always open to new things.

✔ Game with me! I may not be a pro, but I’m always down for a fun match.

✔ Just be chill and respectful; good vibes only!

DON’T:

✖ Don’t interact if you’re underage.

✖ If you’re hard to approach or uninterested in casual convos, this might not be the space for you.

✖ No unnecessary drama or negativity—I’m here for a good time, not a headache.

★

That’s all for now! If you’ve made it this far, thanks for stopping by. Feel free to reach out, vibe, or just exist in this space—no pressure! Let’s keep it chill and have a good time. See you around!