Feel the wind
Flutter through your hair
As his fingers trace your spine
You've dreamed of this a thousand times
His lips
His hands
His everything
There for the taking
Take the risk
And show him you're not the ordinary type
Make him want to get inside
His smile is all you need to know
That he's thought of this before
This brisk night air
His arms hold you tight
No one's watching
Hold him tighter
This moment
Better than all the rest because he knows
And returns the favor
And now something's sparked
Thank god, because you couldn't keep still
This gateway to more
Is everything you ever dreamed of.
*Ryan's POV*
December came and it got increasingly harder to be around Brendon without having to control myself. That boy he does things to me. It should be illegal.
Brendon, Spencer, and I had been practicing in Spencer's garage, sort of making progress with things. It's hard to make progress when you really don't have much to begin and a singer who has ADHD and insists on drinking Red Bull right before practice.
If you haven't noticed, we decided to keep Brendon as our singer. He refused at first when we told him, but I assured him that I was totally cool with being replaced. He smiled at that. God, that boy's smile makes me go wea
Feel the wind
Flutter through your hair
As his fingers trace your spine
You've dreamed of this a thousand times
His lips
His hands
His everything
There for the taking
Take the risk
And show him you're not the ordinary type
Make him want to get inside
His smile is all you need to know
That he's thought of this before
This brisk night air
His arms hold you tight
No one's watching
Hold him tighter
This moment
Better than all the rest because he knows
And returns the favor
And now something's sparked
Thank god, because you couldn't keep still
This gateway to more
Is everything you ever dreamed of.
Today Ryan and I went out to eat. In that time we made small talk, but don't blame me for looking at the black sleeves running down his arms. I say something funny and he just puts on a fake smile. Even though I know he dies behind that smile, I couldn't help but find him so beautiful. Before we leave I take his hand from across the table (not like anyone with respect would care) and trace circles on his palm. I say:
"I love you."
He says, "I love you too."
Sometimes I feel as though Ryan thinks I only tell him that to pass the time. I never just tell him I love him only to pass the time. I tell him because I am worried, scared, and nervou
Vices Virtues Take a Vacation by immortalliac, literature
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Vices Virtues Take a Vacation
So many of us have been thinking of Vices & Virtues as a sort of "response" to Take a Vacation! (from a Rydon/Ryden viewpoint). And if you haven't, it's about time you started. Because, honestly, there are some serious parallels you need consider.
First, I'm going to go back to the whole "summer fling" theory, as demonstrated by the numerous references to summer in a multitude of Panic! at the Disco, starting with their second album, Pretty. Odd.
"He fell in love in the middle of summer." When the Day Met the Night
"Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two, when summer lasted longer than we do." Folkin' Around
"Fall comes early
The Ghost By Your Side II by RydenVeins, literature
Literature
The Ghost By Your Side II
I could come just from remembering his hot hands on me, his tongue licking the corner of my mouth, his fingers touching my hips and cupping my face, him whispering dirty things into my ear while sucking on my outer shell. Whimpering my name, oh. Too much. I'm half-aroused already. But I don't want to do that. I'll just hurt myself more. It's just a bad idea, and it wouldn't be enough anyway. The sex was pretty fantastic with Brendon. He had power, he had all he wanted to have on me, and there it is just me, myself, I and my ridiculously small body, face to face with that giant, stupid shitty world I basically hate. World which robbed him from
Current Residence: my own mind Favourite genre of music: alternative, punk Favourite style of art: drawing, photography, literature Personal Quote: i hate people
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Paramore
Hey guys! Well, with this whole rewrite still going on, I've decided to post the completed chapters up on some other websites for 2 reasons. 1: I wanted to start fresh and 2: I'm too lazy to change all the Rydon posts I have on here already.
With that being said, I have created an account on Ficwad, Fanfiction.net and LiveJournal. I'd really appreciate it if you guys headed on over and checked out my new place. I'll still be submitting art on dA, but Rydon will be exclusively on those two websites (I'll still be posting updates on here, however)
Thanks for all of your support and I hope that you continue to support this growing and improvin
It's like I'm trying to... 'kill myself' might be too strong a phrase (considering I'm not suicidal). I like finding triggers. Seeing them and then falling. I can feel myself sink, falling into that familiar place. It consumes my thoughts and I go back to the numbness and depressive state. I like it there. Don't ask why because I don't know. Maybe I'm torturing myself. But if I am actually torturing myself, wouldn't I NOT enjoy it?
I want to watch Suicide Room. That would be the ultimate trigger.
I want to be able to listen to these songs and not think of you. I don't want to remember what was or what could have been. I don't want you to be connected to these lyrics and chords anymore. Those words are for reserved for someone who cares, not someone who calls me a crazy bitch. Not someone who can't even be my friend. Why won't you get out my mind? I'm over you so please just let me forget.