❝ "People have told me I don't look the same." @ fuller ❞

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panic! at the disco starters  //  no longer accepting


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           you don’t.   maybe it’s not the answer dylan’s looking for, maybe he’s looking for reassurance, or seeking confirmation that he’s not changed so much as to arouse suspicion from their colleagues, but it’s honest.  the dylan  ( shrike )  rhodes he sees now bears no resemblance to the man who stood in front of him mere days ago.  it’s incredible, he’s decided, what knowing that the man you had trusted with your life for years wasn’t what he’d claimed to be can do to the way you perceive him.  but then that’s a struggle meant for a few hours from now, when he’s alone with his thoughts and staring at the text that saved his career and wrestling to reconcile the honor he’s worn proudly for years and loyalty to one of his few friends    a  GOOD MAN,  he knows in the core of himself, one he still trusts in spite of his crimes. 

         and so a familiar smile will come to replace a tired frown, and warmth will find its way into his grave tone as old patterns reestablish themselves, as though the foundation of their partnership hasn’t been thrown off-kilter.   you look like even more of an ass than usual.

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