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When violet eyes get brighter And heavy wings grow lighter I’ll taste the sky and feel alive again And I’ll forget the world that I knew But I swear I won’t forget you Oh if my voice could reach back through the past I’d whisper in your ear,
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“I lost my pants - but I found myself.” -- siilverbulleted :3c
A giggle bubbles past parted lips, as an already outstretched palm lazily begins patting the boy’s bare thigh in a drunken attempt at acknowledgement. ❝ Really? I’m so happy for you, babeee. ❞ Perhaps if he were slightly less intoxicated, this conversation would’ve ended with a pathetic search for his boyfriend’s missing pants, but alas he’s not, and it’s instead ended with a dazzling grin, and another swig of whatever the two underage teens were able to swipe.
( ask: drunk starters )
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He wanted to surprise the other so he had send Patrick away for a while. When he was done with decorating the living room, he called the blond and waited for him to come. As soon as the door opened, Brendon rushed towards the other and gave him a kiss "Happy Birthday!" he shouted happily before grabbing Patrick's hand and pulling him to the living room where a present was on the table beside the plates and food. "I hope you like it!"
Patrick had been sitting in their home studio absentmindedly strumming his guitar as a distraction until Brendon came back to grab him. He was left up here a few minutes ago promising not to leave until Brendon told him to. Not a minute later he heard his name being called from downstairs and figured he was finally getting sprung, so he swiftly made his way down to the kitchen where the brunette’s voice was still lingering. Freezing in the doorway from the sudden onslaught of Brendon the blonde quickly shook it off andwas pulledfollowed him into the living room. “Of course I like it. Thank you so much, Bren -!” He replied, before promptly tugging him into a tight hug.
27/4/84 happy 32nd birthday patrick stump!
"Hey dude-- happy birthday. I, uh- I made you a little somethin'. It's not the best 'cause I'm not the greatest artist, but yeah. There was an attempt made." With her statement came a hand-drawn card with 'happy birthday' scrawled inside with a rough drawing of the band's logo with balloons around it. //IDK BC I JUST REMEMBERED IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY AND WE DON'T DO A LOT OF STUFF??
A grin adorned his lips at the ‘happy birthday’ comment, a little pleased that people actually remembered it is in fact his birthday today. What he wasn’t expecting was the little hand drawn card she was suddenly handing him. But once glancing inside it, it only proved to make his grin widen into a full-blown smile. “Oh my goodness, thank you so much - !” Not only did she remember, she actually took the time to make him a card.
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“Pete, you need to listen to me -- this is what we do, we hunt vampires. We protect people, and the Dandies are harming the city and the humans in it. Your anger may be personal, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you go out there and get yourself killed. You’re apart of our team now and we’ll take the Dandies down as one, okay -??” Pete may not see it, but to Patrick his life is important and he’s not going to let him destroy it by being reckless.
Bandit tries his hardest, he really does. He fucks up a lot, but he is damn good at remembering. Which is why he's standing at Patrick's front door, a bag with cupcakes and various smaller gifts inside (a stuffed animal, guitar strings and a hat with a painted design from Bandit). He's wheezing, but that's usual. "--Happy birthday! Got y'cupcakes but we could go to the store later 'n I could buy you an actual cake or somethin'." Ah, there's his smile.
The second the doorbell rang, sock clad feet tumble down the staircase, easily breezing past his bewildered mother in his haste. Bandit almost always comes over directly after school, and Patrick knew he wasn’t going to miss dropping by today. The grin that was already painted on his lips prior to opening the door only widened once their gazes lock and Bandit’s statement soaked in. “Thank you -! And dude, no, cupcakes are more then enough.” He replied, before promptly dragging Bandit in for a hug.
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“Taking away that elitism of ‘This is what rock and roll is, and this is what cool is and this is what music is.’ and it’s like, no, that’s all what bullshit is. When you have these rules you’re supposed to play by to be cool, y'know…Fuck that. What’s honest and what’s real and what’s you, that’s what rock and roll is.” -Patrick Stump
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Patrick released a deep breath, head shaking slightly. “Nah, don’t worry about it, I know you were just trying to get my attention.” Which he could have easily done by just tapping his shoulder, instead of y’know throwing a shoe at him and forcing him to scribble over everything he was working on. But it’s whatever, he couldn’t have expected anything else from Pete.
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His nose wrinkles up slightly as he felt a hand ruffle through his hair, spiking it in various directions, a big contrast to it’s usually smoothed down and perfect nature -- which he claims is from wearing a hat so often, when on a day he has time, it’s actually from him fixing it to perfection. “No, no, m’not tired. You’re just really comfy.” That’s a lie, he’s exhausted, sleeping just doesn’t sound appealing.