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The concept that adult women with high relationship expectations (and usually daddy issues) quickly settle with a male partner often from a lower tier of dating brackets and/or lower pay grades. A phenomenon exacerbated by a stagnant economy, high inflation, and an inaccessible housing market, the Panic Settling Candidate will often lower her standards in order to open up opportunities like travel, home ownership, and any other milestones that can't be achieved alone.
"After years of unsuccessful dating and multiple attachment disorders, Sarah (Lawyer, 32) is panic settling with Phil, a low-level tech employee who is plateauing professionally and personally. Despite the lack of intellectual and even physical stimulation, Sarah is happy to finally be able to love post on Instagram and fly economy class to a cliché destination once a year."
you either love it, you hate it, you like their early stuff when there was actually a band or you only know that one song I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Person: Panic At The Disco is a really good band
Other person: oh god, they're so annoying
3rd person: I really like I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Person: is that their only song you know
3rd person: yeah
Person: ahhhhhh
AKA "I'm a 14 year old girl and my parents hate me"
14 year old girl: "I love Panic! at the Disco!"
"Do your parents hate you?"
14 year old girl: "Yes, how did you know?'
Shittist band with no talent. Sara Miller stinks.
Yo, you know that Sara hoe... she listens to that shit band Panic! at the disco and genuinely likes it. LOL!
Another way of saying Brendon Urie since 2015
Y’all keep saying using they/them pronouns with non-binary people is so hard when we all agreed to still call it Panic! at the Disco even though we all know it’s just Brendon Urie. Oh well hypocrisy.
A freak mode when you feel so romantic that you feel attracted to disco ball mood lights and shiny cocktail party rings. You can’t help but to love parties and you go to one every chance you get. You’re such a party animal that you can’t help but to Panic!AtThe Disco.
Brendon Urie: Hey, Alexis! I heard that there was a party down the street! Wanna come? I know you like parties and disco ball lights.
Me: Are you kidding me right now? I’d go to every party, every chance I get. I love disco ball lights and parties. Are you a party animal, too?
Brendon Urie: You know it! They’re passing out cocktail rings also!
Me: Do they also have chili cheeese Fritos?
Brendon Urie: You know it! Come on! I wouldn’t want you to miss out! Especially when you know you’re going to love this party! It’s going to be a Panic!AtTheDisco!
Seriously?! Am I the only one who thinks this band sucks donkey balls? If y'all wanna listen to real punk, listen to Ramones, Sex Pistols, and Green Day. Not some wannabe faggy punk rockers who make pop music.
Panic! At The Disco is the worst band in existence. They're so bad that even a horse's rectum would commit suicide if it listened to them.