Believe in Yourself

Sun shining through the windows, woke Dylan up from his four-hour long nap. The moment the light pressed against his eyelids, he groaned. A pounding headache and the worst cotton mouth he’d ever had occupied his body. “Fuck.” He rolled over to press his face into the cushion and shield his eyes. However, he’d miscalculated the amount of room he had on the couch and simply just rolled onto the floor. “Fuck.” It was a rough morning for sure. 

Grant stepped into the room, a book tucked underneath his arm and a can of coke in his hand, when Dylan fell off the couch. “You clearly woke up on the wrong side of the couch,” He moved to sit down in one of the recliners, setting the can of soda down on the flour. “Is the floor okay or did you hurt it?”

“Wow!” Exclaimed the little blonde. “This place is incredible. At least more so than my silly apartment was.” Bags set down, her body twisted to see the full 360 range view. “Do you think you could help me with my bags? The man who dropped me off said everyone was pretty helpful.”

“What kind of person would I be if I left you to do it all alone?” Grant smiled at the blonde. “What room are you?” He went to go pick up her bags. “Welcome!”

– & the last six years i’ve out done myself with halloween costumes but this year, it’s only a few days away and i’ve genuinely changed my mind about nine times. someone help me figure this shit out before i loose my mind.

What ideas do you have?

I’ve just realised this Halloween will be me fifth Halloween on the show. People are gonna start thinking I’m Big Brother himself if I keep hovering around here much longer. Jokes aside, where do we think the prick will send us? I’m betting London Dungeons or something Jack The Ripper related. 

I skipped a year but it'll be my 4th. I think it could be incredibly cool if it was Jack the Ripper related.

“Alright everybody listen the fuck up, I am here to party and make a mess of my life – like a mid life crisis on crack. So if anyone wants to help me throw my career away, let me know.”

Hello boys and girls, I’m Aisling and I’m here. I swear. I was fighting with the staff about whether or not I could take Hilda in. Is Hilda a pet, I hear you ask? No, she’s not. A friend or family member, you hope? Wrong again. She’s my hallway mannequin which I dress every day. It’s not weird, it’s fine, I’m not weird. Anywho, what’s the craic, party people? Any gossip I should be aware of or should just know because I’m a nosey so-and-so? Wow, look at that. Intro? Nailed it.

A hallway mannequin that you dress every day? That sounds very odd but you do you. I wonder why they wouldn't let you bring her in. It's not like Hilda can make messes or get drunk.

– & “Listen if Big thinks that we’re going to go out and explore and have this fantastical ball, they better let us out for shopping. If I’m doing this I want to go all out, I’m talking fish bone corsets and all.”

“If they’re going to spring this on us all at last moment, they should at least provide costume shopping. I want to go all out.”

Is it too soon to be watching Christmas films? ‘Cause I’ve watched, like, five. This morning. Five this morning. Twelve in total this week. Fine, thirteen. Don’t judge me. 

It may be a bit too soon, Horan. We haven’t even hit Halloween yet, dude. 

Had a dream last night that this place became infested with zombies and half of you were about as useless as useless gets. Some of you impressed me, though, so congrats. Not only did you survive an apocalypse but you earned my respect. 

People earned your respect through a dream? 

‘Never have I ever.. fucked twins,’ Michael announced. Despite his words, however, shot glass was still raised. ‘Kidding. I’ve one hundred percent done that. I just like to brag whenever fucking possible. Cheers!’ Tequila was thrown back without hesitation. The alcohol burned his throat but that didn’t stop him from pouring another, turning to his fellow contestant with another smirk. ‘Your turn.’ 

“Congratulations?” Grant chuckled softly, shaking his head at Michael. “I can’t say I have ever fucked twins. Never have I ever...had sex on a beach.”

I’m not quite certain as to how this happens, but every time I begin a puzzle, I lose anywhere from one to five pieces without fail. It’s terribly frustrating. I don’t believe I’ve ever completed an entire one in whole. That said, if anyone happens to find a piece anywhere, please let me know. I’m currently missing three.

Oh lord, I hate when that happens. It's why I rarely do puzzles. What is the puzzle of?

i have no idea what i’m meant to do with myself. after being on tour for the past seven months, i have to admit that it’s gonna be nice being able to be stationed in one place for a little while. for those who don’t know me, my name is brendon urie, and i’m that guy with the puppet twin.

The whole staying in one place aspect is actually a little hard at first - at least, it was for me. I was so used to being able to do what I wanted when I wanted so when I just wanted to get up and go grocery shopping at 3am, I couldn't. It was weird.

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