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Ben Hardy as Frank in ‘Pixie’ (2020).

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From catpawzz Instagram story

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The passion, the tenderness 🥺 I've never seen him open his mouth so wide for a movie kiss before No offence to Ben and Daryl's kiss (it was iconic) but this kiss is superior

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When the Party’s Over

The headlines would be explosive.

It wasn’t exactly a quiet, gentle exit as much as it had been loud and jagged. Completely graceless in every sense of the word. Ophelia could have handled it better, she knew it now. But she had been so spent, and so tired. Too tired.

That night had been full of the glitz and glamour of the Queen scene; the mansion was dripping in jewels and spilled champagne, glitter on the floor and sticking to the high heels of all the models invited. She, however, wasn’t a model.

She was the confidant, the best friend. The woman every tabloid turned to when they wanted an answer about her boys. She looked better than her part. A beautiful emerald green dress with a low neckline and a high slit against her leg. Freddie had given it to her, told her to wear a tiara. Made her look like a princess from the roaring 20s.

It was fun. Beautiful, even, the kind of chaos that transcended everything. The drinks and the drugs flowed as easily through people as water would. Roger was at the bar in his dashing white suit, committing at least two felonies in front of a group of giggling women. Brian was in the corner of the room playing his guitar along with the booming music playing from the speakers, intent on impressing the guests. Deaky was standing awkwardly next to a server, clutching onto his wife Veronica like he had been expecting a much smaller party.

And Freddie? The King himself was dancing through the bodies that swayed with ecstasy and a fleeting feeling of important. His crown was crooked on his head, his shoulders looking light despite the heavy royal cape dragging behind him. He had an overflowing glass of champagne in either hand, his feet moving ever so gracefully, successful in not spilling or wasting a drop.

It was different than it used to be. It was like none of them even realized she was here anymore. A part of her didn’t used to mind it; she knew exactly who she was.

Nobody.

But once she had been somebody— at least to them she had been. She sipped on a daiquiri while leaning her back against the wall, feeling so small. She remembered helping Brian study for an exam in university, and giving a lift to Roger in the middle of the AM when a girl had pushed him out of her bedroom window. Deaky used to take her for tea and he’d let her draw him sometimes when she was bored.

None of them were the same anymore. They were rock stars now, believing they were gods. Her home had very suddenly become very quiet at night, walking through the door alone. They all used to be there, ready with pizza and drinks on a Friday night, her record player already on.

Ophelia knew too much. It made her miss the old days when it was clear they were never ever coming back. She used to think being a distant friend to those she loved was better than nothing. But as she set her delicate glass down on a side table and took a deep breath, she knew she had to let it go.

This party was too much. It was all too damn much.

Gently tugging the tiara from her hair, plucking pins out from her strands with her white gloves, she carefully but quickly avoided collision. The front door seemed so far away.

Just like everything else.

She disappeared into the night, took her keys straight from the valet and asked to be pointed in the direction of her car. She didn’t want to be here anymore. She didn’t want to be a part of it.

Ophelia stayed beneath the hot water of her shower for an hour that night. Made sure to wash away every last remnant of mascara and glitter that wanted to stick to her skin. She hid the dress in the back of her closet, put on the kettle, and stayed in her bed until noon the next morning.

No phone calls came until a week later.

They mainly came from Veronica, and then from Deaky. No one else called for a little while after that. No one questioned her absence or noticed it. For that period of time, she felt at peace. She went to work each day, buying coffee on the way. No one knew who she was when she was herself. And she realized for the first time in a long time that she didn’t have to pretend to live in their world.

If they wanted to leave her behind, maybe it was time.

Everyone had their time, when the clock on their relationship would run out and the door would gradually close shut. She had been waiting for it for a long time, and could hear the timer in the background since the day they signed their first record deal.

It was time.

And it wasn’t until she found Freddie standing outside of her apartment one evening that she realized it had to be final.

There were no bodyguards, no paparazzi. He stood against her blue door with his fancy clothes and shades covering his eyes, and he didn’t look anything like the Freddie Bulsara she had once made pinky promises with.

“Where have you been, darling?” Freddie asked without saying hello. He puffed on a cigarette.

She felt her palms sweat in the pockets of her coat, and it was more than the humidity of a London February. “I’ve been busy.” Her voice wasn’t as quiet as she thought it might be.

He frowned at her. “I’ve been busy, too. Touring the world, making history. Becoming a legend,” he casually mentioned, pulling the sunglasses down so she could see his eyes. They were slightly glazed over. “Yet I’m here.”

“No,” Ophelia told him, taking her keys and pushing past him. She pressed it into the lock. “You’re not here. The frontman of Queen is here— not my friend. And they are two very different people.”

As she turned the handle to her apartment door, Freddie scoffed and tossed his cigarette into a plant in the corridor. “Darling, I am Queen. I’m not sorry you’re just jealous.”

It took everything in her power not to kick her front door open and slam it shut behind her. Some would say not to burn bridges. But she felt, if necessary, like letting the kerosene kiss it on the lips so she could watch something better be reborn from the ash. Her friend used to make her happy. But there was always more than one way to cross the water.

If needed, she would do it all by herself.

“Leave, Freddie,” she told him. “I’m not jealous— I miss you. And if you don’t know the difference anymore then we don’t know each other anymore.”

A sneer grew on his beautiful face. He wasn’t himself. “You’ll never get another chance in your life. You’ll regret this day when you see us on a yacht, wearing bathing suits that cost more than you could earn in two years.”

Ophelia gave him a small smile. “I never stuck around for the money, Freddie.”

And then swiftly, the door clicked shut between them both. She listened to his fist pound on the other side for a few seconds before listening to his curses recede down the hallway. It felt like a weight was lifted from her chest, but she couldn’t help but feel sad.

The tears pooled in her eyes. She shrugged off her coat and sat at the window, finally seeing the cameras that had found him. He didn’t try moving through them or past them. He liked the attention; and there was nothing wrong with that, except it was the only thing that gave him life now. The only air he could breathe.

She could hear their shouts from down there. All were asking about his sour face and saying how they had seen her dash out of the party a few weeks ago. He listened to them, cracking a joke or two. But then, when they fell silent enough for him to truly speak, he chose words less than kind.

“The bitch can drown in her self-pity for all I care.”

And as Freddie laughed his drug-soaked laugh, she found herself darting to her closet and back to the window. She tore it open, tears down her cheeks. A flicker of rage made for a moment she wouldn’t be proud of.

But Ophelia threw her hand out the window and watched the beautiful emerald fabric float beautifully, tragically, over the small crowd. It landed in a fresh puddle, the mud immediately soaking its beauty. Diminishing it, and effectively ridding herself of any commitment to see him again.

His open mouth said it all. Perhaps Freddie had thought this would be one of their petty arguments that would end in a month, and they’d all be together again. Perhaps he had wanted her to keep the dress because he wanted her to come to another party soon.

But she wanted rid of the vile, expensive thing; nothing was going to be held over her head. She didn’t want to imagine herself as anyone else anymore. The dress wasn’t hers, and she didn’t want it anymore. She wasn’t that person.

And as the cameras went wild and the reporters began their assault of questions and accusations, Ophelia shut the window.

She did so knowing fully well that no amount of heartbreak would make her un-love him.

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Keep yourself alive

Hey guys, I wanna keep writing for the Queen fandom. Ayyyyooo if you're out there, I've still got a few ideas in me ☺️

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He’s the cutest human ever

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Okay, since i realised that i’m not following many people here, i would like to follow more blogs! 😁 So, if you post mainly (it’s okay if you post other things because i do it too ahah) about borhap (movie + cast) and/or queen please like/reblog this so i can follow you! It can be anything : gifs, fictions, photos, incorrect quotes (why not?)

I’ll check and delete this post later ☺️

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❝ 5.5k celebration | cheeky ben hardy ❞

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Joe Mazzello + his broccoli friends

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God bless Joe Mazzello

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aesthetic themed ask list

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know?

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life?

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise?

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living?

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood?

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person?

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them?

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you?

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom?

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes?

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far?

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars?

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way?

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self.

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel?

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain.

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not?

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way.

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say?

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised?

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine?

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know?

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why?

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do?

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high?

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars?

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why?

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair?

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone?

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now?

fin.

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Idk if anyone can get better quality of it than me because i had to screen record it with an app so no audio and couldn't even figure out how to crop it but this is the video from Instagram that inspired this HD pic *credit to @ffflove23

If you can get better quality and/or make a gif of it please tag me? I'd loveee to see it

Also this photo shot me on sight

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Other bloggers: man I need to clean out my askbox

Me:

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New pictures of Ben and Olivia in London. And yes, THEY ARE SO ADORABLE! 😍😍😍

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