How I choose to waste my time, part 273845...
I hope everyone has had a great weekend so far.
Mine has been spent reading fic, watching videos from the Fuse thing and well. This. Which is by no means dial-up friendly.
We begin our tale with a boy. Well, three of them.
Once your eyes have stopped glazing over in shock by the amount of khaki in one place, the one with the Ramones shirt is of key interest.
That is Our Boy, Ryan Ross. Perchance you've heard of him?
Anywhoo, that boything has a delightful predisposition to be ever-changing in his fashion sense.
More of the same, now with bonus boytouching.
But wait! What be this?
Am I sensing a change in the wind?
Could it be that Our Boy has a fondness for MySpace style photography?
Surely you jest.
(Spot the newsboycap. Ah, how much you will be used in 2006/07, innocent accessory.)
But possibly not.
Wherin they all look grody and odd, and Ryan is a Real Boy, No Really.
And now a time period close to my own heart (shrunken and black to be sure)
He even gets his best friend in on it
We interrupt this regualrly scheduled RyRo fest for spotting of baby!Spencer's pudge
This does settle a matter though. Brendon wore glasses sometimes, but only on Tuesdays if you tilt your head to the left and squint. Carry on now.
Let it be known, Panic! can fuck your shit up.
Lets have a sorta similar look that edges into a totally different direction that will come later!
And then Our Boy discovers that he likes to feel pretty, and witty and ... smart. (What did you think I was going to say?) Often by doing this:
But that is only the begining
Ryan also learns how to properly aply ... whatever it is that that is on his face
And you can just see the top of his Rosevest in that. Oh, yes. You thought I'd leave that out?
We're slowly edging into what could vaugely be called the modern era
Both are looking like pretty, pretty ladies.
Herin they look more like dudes. Dudes who are fine with their face that close to the other's crotch. What a lovely romance friendship they have.
Ryan is unsure of what Jon is doing. Spencer is alarmed by something offcamera. Brendon is amused. Your dear narrator claps hir hands in glee.
Pay no heed to Brendon's smirk that clearly telegraphs he's planning to ravish you whilst Spencer and Jon watch. Instead, look how nicely blue goes with Ryan's complexion.
Speaking of watching...
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Here we have Ryan with his bestties
Unfortunately for Jon, the photgrahper was unaware of their affinty for camera film and cast him as the hobo who lives on the bench those attractive, touchy young lads are sitting on.
Ryan at a sports game with his BFF
Jon isn't the only one who can look like a hobo.
Certainly not.
And then we have this next wave of fashion consicousness.
He just wants to know if you want some soup. Its pretty cold out here.
But its totally not cold here.
Here being a sparkly tiled shower room? Ok then!
Herin we see what could be a lovely scarf, if not for the blue strobe lighting.
Red suits him, I think.
As does candle light.
And form fitting vests
But the vest does not stay for long.
The scarf is here to stay.
For now.
And there you have it, folks.
Mine has been spent reading fic, watching videos from the Fuse thing and well. This. Which is by no means dial-up friendly.
We begin our tale with a boy. Well, three of them.
Once your eyes have stopped glazing over in shock by the amount of khaki in one place, the one with the Ramones shirt is of key interest.
That is Our Boy, Ryan Ross. Perchance you've heard of him?
Anywhoo, that boything has a delightful predisposition to be ever-changing in his fashion sense.
More of the same, now with bonus boytouching.
But wait! What be this?
Am I sensing a change in the wind?
Could it be that Our Boy has a fondness for MySpace style photography?
Surely you jest.
(Spot the newsboycap. Ah, how much you will be used in 2006/07, innocent accessory.)
But possibly not.
Wherin they all look grody and odd, and Ryan is a Real Boy, No Really.
And now a time period close to my own heart (shrunken and black to be sure)
He even gets his best friend in on it
We interrupt this regualrly scheduled RyRo fest for spotting of baby!Spencer's pudge
This does settle a matter though. Brendon wore glasses sometimes, but only on Tuesdays if you tilt your head to the left and squint. Carry on now.
Let it be known, Panic! can fuck your shit up.
Lets have a sorta similar look that edges into a totally different direction that will come later!
And then Our Boy discovers that he likes to feel pretty, and witty and ... smart. (What did you think I was going to say?) Often by doing this:
But that is only the begining
Ryan also learns how to properly aply ... whatever it is that that is on his face
And you can just see the top of his Rosevest in that. Oh, yes. You thought I'd leave that out?
We're slowly edging into what could vaugely be called the modern era
Both are looking like pretty, pretty ladies.
Herin they look more like dudes. Dudes who are fine with their face that close to the other's crotch. What a lovely romance friendship they have.
Ryan is unsure of what Jon is doing. Spencer is alarmed by something offcamera. Brendon is amused. Your dear narrator claps hir hands in glee.
Pay no heed to Brendon's smirk that clearly telegraphs he's planning to ravish you whilst Spencer and Jon watch. Instead, look how nicely blue goes with Ryan's complexion.
Speaking of watching...
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Here we have Ryan with his bestties
Unfortunately for Jon, the photgrahper was unaware of their affinty for camera film and cast him as the hobo who lives on the bench those attractive, touchy young lads are sitting on.
Ryan at a sports game with his BFF
Jon isn't the only one who can look like a hobo.
Certainly not.
And then we have this next wave of fashion consicousness.
He just wants to know if you want some soup. Its pretty cold out here.
But its totally not cold here.
Here being a sparkly tiled shower room? Ok then!
Herin we see what could be a lovely scarf, if not for the blue strobe lighting.
Red suits him, I think.
As does candle light.
And form fitting vests
But the vest does not stay for long.
The scarf is here to stay.
For now.
And there you have it, folks.