said this before but deep down there is a small but deeply convicted and unsettled part of me so genuinely convinced that like 30 years from now some talented nyu grad prettyboy actor is going to be launching a for your consideration campaign after playing brendon urie in the social network style panic at the disco pseudo biopic produced by someone who was chronically online in 2014 but made it big in the entertainment industry somehow (nepotism probably) and all the buzz will be entirely centered around the film’s frame by frame recreation of northern downpour live at bush hall. people on a niche but very dedicated side of twitter will be posting side-by-sides of the 2011 recording and the clip from the film like they did with the bohemian rhapsody live aid performance. it will be nominated for 3 oscars and 4 golden globes and will win none of them. ryden discourse will be back but worse somehow. hell will be empty and all the devils will be here
the worst part of this whole terrible vision god has cursed me with is that i really could see an actor bodying that performance completely. that entire recording is just bursting with an uncomfortable range of complicated emotions that id call oscar bait if it wasnt just an actual clip of brendon urie like. living his life. it is genuinely so poignant and thats coming from someone who hates the guy
I had an experience in a shop today, which ended in the purchasing of this Crab Bell. Which everyone has either said "what the fuck is that?" Or "CRAB BELL CRAB BELL CRAB BELL" I thought you would enjoy him
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