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[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

for snarky, here is your post from Blake.

THEY say, that if you go outside every so often, it helps cleanse the mind. It helps you think, and therefore allows you to study more. The anonymous they, who ever those fuckers are, were right. Upon hearing this, his parents often sent him out for a quick breather when he was younger, and then he was pulled back into to study. However, he short break he was allowed, gave him enough amusement for him to think clearly. Since doing as a young kid, Blake had gotten into the habit of performing this task. But, because he couldn't just skip class, he would do so after class. Just chill underneath a tree, and enjoy the fresh air. Then, return back inside to study. It sounded pretty dreary, but Blake did have an A average to maintain, otherwise his parents would pull him from Eddingborough, his freedom school. We wouldn't want that, would we?

Blake leaned against the tree he had picked out last year, his first year, to visit. A lot of memories were found here, some he didn't really want to recall. But, he just didn't want to go through the pain of finding another tree that suited him so well. The bark always seemed cool against the nape of his neck, and smelled sweetly like maple. He didn't care if there was dog shit all around it, this was his tree goddamn it.

Blake rested his casted arm on one of the roots. He had gotten into a small fight, and the end result was him with a broken wrist. Being scrawny, with a fast mouth didn't help much. But, there was also something personal between him and the person who he thought. Why was he thinking about this again? The last thing he wanted was to waste his peaceful time, thinking about him.

Blake closed his eyes, and listened to sound of rushing water, and the annoying birds that wouldn't shut up. But none of that mattered because he felt at peace, at the first time since he returned to Eddingborough. The pain in his wrist slowly ebbed away, as the reset of the world did. And within ten minutes, of the boy reaching his resting spot, he was peacefully asleep.

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)

[Rylee Fix]

Molly was a good girl and she knew the reasons why
so when she went back in the bathroom she would never come
outside she was a good girl and it felt great to be a liar

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Yayy I <3 Blake already!
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Whoever "they" were, "they" had been right. Well, about the going outside to clear your mind part. "They" were wrong about alot of things, but lets not get into that right now.

Rylee had been surprised, really, to find out that this was not a closed campus, and you were allowed to leave if you weren't ditching or some bullshit like that. Maybe he was just too used to growing up in places where all the "cool kidz" ditched, and the police would have to be sent after truant children every other day. He had taken this newfound opportunity the first chance he could; during his short break between 3rd and 4th period. He had found a tree, of course climbed it, and had found the branches cradled his figure perfectly, and how the tree tilted him at the perfect angle for him to catch the cool breeze. Not surprisingly, he had fallen asleep, thus missing the rest of his school day. Oh well..it was just the first day, they would only be going over rules and the like; he shouldn't get into too much trouble for this, if he got into any at all.

Oh, if only Rylee understood how much different Eddingborough was than different schools.

He was still in a state of half consiounsness; you know, that point where you can hear whats going on around you, but you don't want to open your eyes and those random thoughts are flying around your head? Yeah he was there; almost on cloud nine, infact. Had he gotten a few more minutes of complete silence, he probably would've taken another half hour or so to complete his already long "cat-nap", but alas it was not meant to be. He had heard the crunching of a few leaves and twigs, and instead of scaring them and falling out of the tree like he normally would've, he had merely opened his eyes and watched as some tall dude with a cast sat down under the very tree he had chosen, and fall asleep.

Talk about coincidences, eh?

Now, most boys his age would've done the complete opposite of what Rylee was about to do. They would've either A) Said hi the moment they saw the boy, B)Stayed completly silent and snuck off once he was asleep, to hopefully befriend him in a more socially accepted way and never speak of this moment until they were best freinds forever and they could have a good laugh about or C)Stayed frozen in the tree out of fear and not be able to move until the Blake decided to leave. No, Rylee chose option 62)Steal the kid's glasses.

He waited until the kid was in his own little wonderland, hopefully a happy one with talking flowers instead of skeletons, before he slid off the tree, hooking his knees over it. He paused, his face inches from the other's, looking much like he was going to give him a "spider-man" kiss of sorts. He cocked a brow, studying his face. He was cute, to say the least. No time for that now, though, he was on a mission. For once he was glad he had gotten up early enough to put his hair up; this was no time to be fooling around with locks of pink in his eyes.

He took hold of the thick rimmed glasses, pulling them off the other's face inch by inch, hoping that whatever he felt he'd pass off as a dream. Eventually, after what seemed like hours to Rylee, he had them in his hand, accompanied with a victorious grin. Having nowhere else to put them, balanced them on the bridge of his nose, the arms going to hug his ears, squinting as the world suddenly went blurry. Yeesh, get some surgery he thought to himself, wondering how in the world someone could survive with this guy's vision.

He expertly twisted up, having grown up doing this kind of stuff, to grab on the branch, pulling himself back up. It took him a few moments, and he rustled the branches more than he would've liked, but he eventually found the perfect crook in the tree that had caused him to miss more than half of his classes. He sighed, closing his eyes as he waited for Cast-y down there to wake up, letting one arm cradle his head, the other laying on his chest.



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(c) - lyrics, Molly (Mindless Self Indulgence)

[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

I <3 Rylee already! Even though he is tormenting Blake~

Blake was a light sleeper, to say the least. He could hear the occasional rustle of leaves, but assumed it only it to be some rambunctious squirrels. And then the bridge of his nose itched. He was tempted to reach up and itch it, but he decided against it. If he could just ignore it, then it would soon go away. And he could get back to sleep. At last, it stopped, and the gentle breeze picked up again. He sighed contently, and began to drift away again...

The branches creaked, and the leaves rustled, and Blake lost his temper with the squirrels, "FUCKING squirrels!" he yelled, jumping up, but not long after, stumbled forward. The world was a swirl of different colors. Mostly that of brown, and green. He must of dropped his glasses. Clutching the brown blotch for support, Blake slowly lowered down on his knees. Crawling around, and feeling just grass slipping loosing over his finger tips. He find a pair of thick framed glasses. "Aww fuck," he muttered and closed his eyes to keep from getting too dizzy.

Crawling around, aimlessly, and blind, was not something ANYONE would enjoy. Even if it were for a game, it wasn't pleasant. The feeling of being out of control, and unsure what to do. Honestly, Blake was beginning to panic. If he didn't find his glasses then how the fuck was he suppose to get back? He couldn't even make it back to the school without his glasses. The tree wasn't off campus, but it was a fairly long walk out.

Blake just wanted to go back to the nice dream he was having. The tree had brought back so many feels, that he had a dream about his past year at Eddingborough. Honestly, it he joined it for the most part. It wasn't all daisies and sunshine, but he did really have some great moments then. Not that he would ever admit to it, no fucking way. On his death bed, perhaps, but not until then.

He pounded the ground in frustration. Wincing, as his left wrist stung from the impact. It seemed as if they weren't anywhere. This was useless. "Hey!" he yelled out, hoping someone could catch his voice somewhere on campus, "hello!" he yelled loudly. Letting the park go silent again. It looked like he was spending the night outside. Stretching out in the grass, Blake just laid there. Utterly vulnerable, which pissed him off, but what was he supposed to do about it? Never wear glasses again... He inhaled the sweet air and sighed. He regretted yelling at he squirrels.

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)

[Rylee Fix]

I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad.
I got sunshine, in a bag I'm useless,
but not for long
The future is coming on

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Omg poor Blake. Rylee's gonna have fun being mean xD
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To say Rylee was a lucky person was an understatement. His luck had probably saved his life and kept him out of jail on multiple occasions; that, and he was able to make up convincing stories on the spot, as well as outrun most people he met. Luck was on his side; Blake thought that the itch on his nose was just that. An itch. An innocent itch, and nothing more. Luckily he didn't reach up to scratch it, otherwise he probably would've swatted Rylee's arm, and the rest would've been history. He couldn't help but smile as he heard Blake sigh happily, having to bite his tongue to stop from chuckling

Rylee jumped, almost slipping and falling out of the tree when Blake lost his temper. "Shit" he muttered to himself, scrambling against the bark and scraping his hands and arms in the process. He cursed under his breath, finally regaining his footing. Ohhh Blake deserved Rylee to just fall on him..just to scare him. He smirked. That could wait a moment; he wanted to enjoy Blake's reaction to suddenly being blind.
Crawling around, aimlessly, and blind, was not something ANYONE would enjoy. Even if it were for a game, it wasn't pleasant. The feeling of being out of control, and unsure what to do. Honestly, Blake was beginning to panic. If he didn't find his glasses then how the fuck was he suppose to get back? He couldn't even make it back to the school without his glasses. The tree wasn't off campus, but it was a fairly long walk out.

Speaking of Blake's memories of this tree, Rylee was probably about to add another. Probably not a romantic one, or a sweaty, hot one; more of a funny "what the shit just happened?" kind of memory; the kind of memory he was the best at creating. Sure, he had plenty of romantic, and even sweaty hot, memories to look back on, but he wasn't one to create those with someone he just met.

He almost couldn't contain his laugh as Blake pounded the ground. Oh come on..it wasn't that bad. Even if Blake really had lost them, he looked rich enough to just snap his fingers and someone would come running with a shiny new pair. He bit his fist to keep from laughing, unable to answer Blake's yell at first, instead waiting for it to subside.

He let a leg dangle from the tree lazily, twirling the pair of glasses in a hand, probably bending the metal or something. That wasn't the sort of thing Rylee thought about, sadly for Blake. He was just having fun, anyways, and if Blake hated him for it, so be it. He waited a few more moments, making sure there wasn't any laugh in his voice before replying a smooth, if not a bit flirty, "Hey" from above, hoping he surprised Blake efficiently.

[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

lol. Rylee.... Blake might hate you for a while xDD

Blake decided to make himself comfortable. He took a long, deep breath and exhaled nice and slowly. It was the best way for him to calm down in such situations. Focus on breathing, not the swirling colors that danced above him. He closed his eyes. Darkness was better than the blotches he saw. Maybe he could pretend, more so convince himself, he still had his glasses on. He was just taking a summer nap! That's all! He had no responsibilities, and he was just enjoying the fresh air. Care free. No, this wasn't working. Relax, Blake, just relax.

Like he could relax at fucking time like this! Oh, so already he was losing his sanity. Thank you, thank you all. Tomorrow, his teachers would be passing out papers and Blake wouldn't be there. He wondered if they would do anything about it. It was rare for Blake not go to class, even if he was sick. He chuckled, at the thought of the school calling his home, telling his parents he was missing. He was sure his parents would surely have a fit. And when they found him, laying here, he wasn't sure WHAT they would do exactly. Maybe sue the school?

Then Daniel came to mind. His room mate, his slave. If Blake were to die right now, he might even confess - his fucking friend. Daniel HAD to notice he wasn't coming back later that night. When he didn't show up that morning, the boy would take the intuition that something was seriously wrong, right? Nothing to worry about. He just had a few hours, at most a night, to lay here. That wasn't so bad, right? Blake curled up on his side, trying to get comfortable. It was too bad his fucking wrist was broke - maybe then he be able to use his arm for a pillow. Instead, he laid on his good arm and let his broken on rest carefully on his side. What if it got colder than it already was?

That was when he heard it. That smooth, almost flirty, HEY. He was dreaming, right? There wasn't really a person, so close, right? This was all part of Blake's imagination. It couldn't be.... Could it? He wanted it to be. So badly. He squeezed his eyes shut, practically praying there would be an answer, "hello? Is someone there?"

It could have been a squirrel. Just the rustle of leaves. That is all. But, Blake refused to believe that. It was a person, just wandering around like him. And they could help him. If they were real, right?

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)

[Rylee Fix]

Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth
Yeah, I got freedom and my youth

Writers block is bad! D_= sorrryyy!
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Rylee looked down, an amused grin on his face as he watched Blake. Poor kid, he was really just on the edge of having a panic attack, wasn’t he? He was even more convinced of this when Blake closed his eyes, his sigh clearly being heard in the branches of the tree. Aw… He hadn’t expected Blake to freak out so bad…or to be so blind.
Had Rylee known what thoughts were racing through Blake’s head, he probably wouldn’t be able to stop himself from laughing. Really? He was going to stay outside and wait to be rescued, even though the school wasn’t even two miles thataway? Well, Blake was a bit of a drama queen… and that second part about slaves? Pah. Ridiculous!
He cocked a brow as he looked down, watching as the boy seemed hesitant, even too confused and distraught to reply to his “hey” right away. He propped his chin on a hand, biting his lip ring out of habit. Aw..the kid looked like he was praying, the way his eyes were squeezed shut.
He paused a few moments before replying, wanting to build up the suspense before coolly replying “Nope. Nobody here”
Oh wasn’t he just a comical genius?

[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

okay.. So, here goes nothing!

Okay, someone was just fucking messing with him. And Blake absolutely hated when people messed with him. That time, it was definitely somebody, not too far away, playing games with him. Seriously, out of all the names to choose in Blake's imagination, he wouldn't choose nobody. It would be like messy with himself, pointless.

But some of the anger, that normally, Blake would have lashed out with was calmed by just pure, thankful relief. Someone was there! Even if they were picking on him, and he felt like kicking them - who ever they were - in the face. But this wasn't a time to get mad, no, Blake had to play his cards right. Maybe he could get into this person's good standards. He could get help. He wouldn't have to spend the night in fucking woods. Well, close to the woods.

So, the point was, how should he reply to a person, like this? Someone who was obviously shitting on Blake, but also his last hope. He didn't want to drive him away, or give him the amusement of his suffering. Eyes still closed, Blake sat up and bit his lip. He scooted around, his broken wrist bumping into something, and winced in pain. He dragged his legs over carefully, and carefully reached out into the darkness. Rough, bark was just an arms length away. So the guy was a, tree? Trying to gather the facts together, Blake decided either he needed to get his ears checked or the guy was up in the tree. He sure hoped he was right, for more reasons than one. One, this way he had a general idea where the guy was, and two - he didn't want to go fucking deaf now. The only thing he could count on right now was his hearing and sense of tough. A bunch of colorful blotches weren't getting him anywhere.

Blake leaned back, using his good arm to support him, and generally looked up. Maybe he could act like he could see him. Opening his eyes again he looked up to see blurs of green and brown. Oh, fuck. He was getting dizzy already. "Nobody, huh? Well obviously there is somebody. I can see and hear you. So don't joke around with me," Blake debated whether or not to use the 'magic word', but that would just be pride breaking. He had already reached out enough, so he wasn't going to fucking say please. This would do.

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)

[Rylee Fix]

This is the way I brush my teeth,
brush my teeth,
brush my teeth,
This is the way I brush my teeth,
early in the morning

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Nobody. That wasn’t the best that Rylee could come up with, but hey. Give him a break. He had already taken the kids glasses without him noticing, give him a bit of slack when it came to clever things to say. He was worn out from all that effort, being a ninja and whatnot! Okay, not really. That was complete bullshit, but seriously. What did Blake want him to say? “Oh hi I’m rylee, by the way. Nice to meet you?” Come to think of it, that probably would’ve been just as, or even funnier…Too late to think of it now.
Blake had to play his cars right; especially with Rylee. He was playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse that he didn’t even want to be a part of. Rylee smirked. He had the upper hand this round, and he planned to extort the situation to it’s fullest extent. He sighed contentedly, letting Blake know that he was willing to play for a long time and was settling in, and actually rather comfortable, unlike “Little Blind Blake” down there.

The most amusing thing about this situation was that Rylee didn’t even know the kid’s name, yet he had already found one of his biggest pet peeves. Not being the one in control. It was obvious, just by the kid’s body language. Noticing that he seemed confused, he sighed loudly, pretending to be exasperated. “Yes you dolt. I’m in the tree” he murmured soothingly, his sentence wrapped in a mocking tone.

He was pretty sure that Blake was bluffing being able to pretend to see him; his glasses were strong as hell. “hey how many fingers am I holding up?” he asked, holding up three, knowing that at this point he was just being a plain jackass. But hey. No harm was being done; he was just pissing off the prissy rich looking kid down there. They’d probably laugh about it later, anyways.

Really, Rylee was waiting for him to say the magic “p” word, and probably do some extra groveling as well. This just proved the fact that he really didn’t know much about the situation; just that he was having a pretty good time.

Too bad the same couldn’t be said for Blake.

[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

blechhh.

Blake was not about to tolerate any more of this, this nonsense. He was in the woods, he was almost blind, his fucking wrist hurt like a mother, and there was some jokester in a god forsaken tree teasing him. Bitch, no. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Blake's small amount of patience snapped. How may times had he been asked that shitty question? Way too many. Yeah, it was funny he couldn't see how many fingers were in front of him, through the mass of fuzzy colors. That was hilarious. This guy was more sadistic than he was. Did he enjoy seeming Blake squirm helplessly around for his glasses? Blake's guess was a hundred percent yes.

"I don't care how many fucking fingers you are holding up." To say the least, if he could see the guys hand he'd probably try to break it. He wasn't in the mood, not at all. Where were the squirrels when you need them? But, of course, the squirrels weren't who Blake thought they were. They weren't furry, rather friendly creatures. They were the asshole sitting up in the tree. He gingerly rubbed his cast with his left hand. If only his arm wasn't broken the he might of tried to climb the tree. Blake would not tolerate an escape.

Blake plastered on a fake smile, and being a master of deception you might of thought he lost his mind - being he was pissed moments ago. Most people couldn't see through his practiced smiles, unless they knew him or the circumstances in which he was smiling. Of course, Blake always felt it best to deliver bad news with a smile. Somehow it had a chilling effect.

His smile widened a bit as he spoke, "so are you going to help me or not, Mr. Squirrel?" he stared, pointlessly, up into the tree. Even though they very well knew he couldn't see. At least he would let his smile shine. He awaited the reply, ready to climb the fucking tree if it really came to that.

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)

[Rylee Fix]

I thought this picture was appropriate for the situation...xD

OoC: So we did some plotting, and we decided that Blake and Rylee know eachother from last year, and they were just freinds. So ignore any awkwardness that this creates with the posts leading up to this one, a'ight?


Sure it was nonsense, but Rylee lived for complete, nonsensical nonsense. Blake should already be used to it, anyways. They had hung out alot last year, and each time Rylee just had to do something like this' and besides, it was absolutely hilarious that Blake couldn’t see the amount of fingers he was holding up. No, he wasn’t sadistic, unlike Blake. He just like to tease people; he knew when to stop a joke before it caused some serious damage. Now Blake, he was tough enough to be played with for a while, Rylee knew for a fact, and he planned to take advantage of that. He wasn't groveling yet; it was always a challenge to do that, and if Blake found out who it was, he was most certainly not going to do any groveling. He would probably do more kicking then anything else.

He cocked a brow as Blake cursed up at him. Well..that wasn’t really going to help him get his glasses back, now was it? Rylee was waiting for him to be extra nice, maybe a few pleases here and there, maybe just maybe if he was lucky some groveling, though he doubted it, especially coming from Blake. It would really make his day if he got to see him grovel, he would never let him live it down.

Rylee couldn’t help but snort when Blake smiled. He honestly wasn’t sure if it was real or not; it looked real enough, but not three seconds ago he was glaring up at him, pissed and cursing. But, it was always hard to tell with Blake. “Mr. Squirrel?” he asked, laughing. “Comeone BlakeyPoo, you don't remember me?” he asked, his voice filled with mock hurt. “I’d hop down there punch you for that, but I’m right afraid you’d rip my head off my shoulders if I got within arms reach of you” he said, talking in a rather good British accent.

Yes, he was being a dork, but it was all part of his plan to mess with Blake. Thats just what Rylee did with Blake, though he had to admit that Blake did seem much more...attractive then last year. Maybe this year he would make a move? He didn't know if he was still with that Gabe kid or not, not that he cared much; but last year Blake had been so 'in love' with Gabe that he had completly ignored Rylee's advances.

That wasn't going to happen this year. He at least wanted to have sex, or at the least make out, with Blake at least once, just to say he did.

[Blake Knox]

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And isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.

for snarky, here is your post from Blake.

Blake heard the voice laugh as he heard Mr. Squirrel. Well, what else was Blake going to call him? Mysterious thief? Asshole? All seemed suitable options, but for some reason that was the first name to come to mind. But he didn't need to get mocked for it. And then the voice mockingly sounded offended. Not remembering a stranger? Well, Blake was certain whom ever this was, didn't know him too well. Messing with him was the last thing anyone should do. He clicked his tongue impatiently.

Staring, hopelessly, at the blotches of colors above him he scowled them, "Oh? And how am I supposed to recall you if I can't see you?" he asked civilly. Standing up, one hand against the trunk for support, he ran his hand up to feel for a branch. He had sat under this tree for a long time, and by doing so, have observed it for a long time as well. He had marveled at the large branches, ideal for climbing and sitting. He, himself, never tried to climb them, however. That was considered unsuitable, to his parents, and somehow after growing up trees lost their climbing appeal. But now was time to place an attempt at it. Not that now was an ideal time to try... With a broken wrist and being half blind, this could only lead to disaster.

However, the thought of standing down there, waiting for the mocking idiot to come down, was just stupid. And Blake wasn't going to make any promises about not tearing his head off... He was actually looking forward to it. The first branch wasn't too far from the ground, and that made his job easier. He carefully wrapped arm over it, and began to pull himself up. Blake wasn't particularly strong, but it did help to be a bean pole. Straddling the branch, while trying not to loose his balance, he felt upward for the next. Determined to reach this stranger. "I guess I'll just have to join you then," he murmured and uneasily stood up on first branch to hold onto the other. This would be so much easier if he could see a thing.

Fuck, this stranger was going to get a piece of his mind when he got his hands on him. He was going to rip him to shreds for messing with him like this. Nobody messed with Blake without consequences. And he was somewhat excited to lay down the law for his boy.

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But, but I'm afraid that I
well, I may have faked it.

(c) - lyrics, but it's better if you do (PANIC! AT THE DISCO)