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milkchu · 5 years ago

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ ♔ thirteen.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

Warnings: just a hint of angst.

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“I’m not even hurt by the fact that she’s let me go as a friend. But you can only be there so much for a person.”

“And so, Mr. Prenter, all these stories about (Y/N) Mercury and her lovers… that there were so many. Is it really true?”

“Yes, it is. Her lovers were countless.”

You stare blank-faced at the television, thinking, of course he would do this. But, you didn’t care. Not even one bit.

“So, you really did see what was behind the mask?”

Not wanting to hear any more of it, you grabbed the telephone from the table beside you and dialed a number you should have before, “Hello?”

“Miami?” You said, almost croaking.

Jim raised his brows up, definitely not expecting a phone call from you, “(Y/N)? How are you?”

“There was this Africa concert… that wants Queen to play. Is that still…”

“You mean Live Aid?” Jim leaned back in his chair, sighing, “They’ve announced all the bands, (Y/N). It’s too late.”

“I need… I need to reconnect with the mothership,” You said softly.

“(Y/N), they don’t want anything to do with you. They’re still very upset.”

Feeling your chest ache a little bit, you continued, “Maybe if you ask them… they would meet me. Tell them I want to talk. Just talk.”

Tears glossed over your eyes, you managed to let out, “We’re family.”

“You know, family have fights… all the time.”

“I can call.”

“Thank you… Jim.”

Looking back towards the television before ending the call, you heard the interviewer ask, “How would you describe her on the inside as a person?”

Paul scoffed, “For me, (Y/N) will always be this frightened little girl who’s afraid to be alone.”

Next thing you know you were sitting on one of the seats in Miami’s office, tapping your fingers on the armrest, patiently waiting. For the first time.

You tried to occupy yourself and avoid the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach by fixing your hair, fiddling with the hem of your black dress, or adjusting your leather jacket.

You looked towards Miami, who was carefully watching you the whole time, “Where are they?”

“They’re late.”

Nodding at his sentence, you couldn’t help but let a small smile grace your lips, almost chuckling at the thought. But your thoughts were soon interrupted by knocks on the glass door.

You quickly let out a breath and adjusted your position, before looking up to the three, Brian coming in first. Miami greeted, “Hi, guys.”

“Jim,” Brian acknowledged before he looked towards you, his face unreadable. Though the sight of him, especially after not seeing him for so long, never fails to make your heart beat faster than normal. Roger came in after, a glare hidden under his sunglasses, while John simply looked at his feet.

“If anybody wants any tea, coffee, bladed weapons… just ask.”

The three took their seats, Brian letting out a sigh as he sat nearest to you.

“So…” Miami started, “Who wants to go first?”

Staring at the coffee table, you spoke up, “I’ll start.”

“I’ve been hideous. I know that, and… I deserve your fury. I’ve been conceited, selfish…” You tried to look for more words but just decided on, “Well, an asshole, basically.”

“Strong beginning,” Roger retorted.

“Look, I’m happy to strip off my shirt and flagellate myself before you,” You said in a louder tone before saying softly, “Or rather, I could ask you a simple question.”

“I’m good with the flagellation.”

Ignoring Roger’s words, you let out a sigh, “What’s it gonna take for you all to forgive me?”

“Is that what you want, (Y/N)?” Brian asked, “I forgive you? Is that it? Can we go now?”

You immediately shook your head, “No.” Everyone in the room now looking at you, puzzled, before you continued, “I went to Munich.”

“I hired a bunch of guys. I told them exactly what I wanted them to do and the problem was…” You looked at them, “they did it.”

“No pushback from Roger. None of your rewrites,” You turned to Brian, then to John, “None of his funny looks,” a tight-lipped smile made its way to John’s face, Roger softly smiling at what you said, “I need my boys.”

“I need you... and you need me.”

Hearing no response, you decided to lighten up the mood by patting Brian’s shoulder, letting out a chuckle, “Let’s face it. We’re not bad for four aging queens.” His face not changing.

“So, um, go ahead. Name your terms.”

Brian continued to stare at you before speaking up, “Could you give us a moment, please, (Y/N)?”

Your smile fell, before slowly standing up, and walking out the door. Once you were out of the room, John asked Brian, “Why’d you do that?”

Brian shrugged, “I just felt like it.” The three of them letting out soft laughs.

Meanwhile, outside, both hands in your jacket pockets, leaning your back against the wall just beside Miami’s office, you stared at the floor, a million things going through your mind. Hearing the door open and close again, Miami walked towards you.

“They’ll be all right. They just need a bit of time.”

You continued to stare blankly at the floor, “What if I don’t have time?”

“What do you mean, (Y/N)?”

Thankfully, for now, you didn’t have to tell him as John opened the door and stepped out, “You can come back in now, if you’d like.”

Sitting back down on your seat, Roger spoke up, “We decided… what did we decide?”

John sighed, “From now on… every song, no matter who wrote it, music, lyrics… it’s by Queen. Not one of us, just Queen. All the money, all the credits split four ways evenly.”

You nodded, “Done.”

“We have a problem with the people around you,” Roger added.

“Paul is out. I fired him.”

“On what pretext?”

“Villainy. What else?”

“Bob Geldof,” Miami spoke up, “I called to convince him to squeeze you guys into the lineup for the Live Aid concert but he wants an answer now. You have to make a decision. Every ticket is already sold.”

“A hundred thousand people at Wembley, hundred thousand people at JFK Stadium in Philadelphia. A global TV audience around the world of a hundred and fifty countries, thirteen satellites. The Olympics only had three.”

“We haven’t played together in years,” Roger started, “It’s kinda suicide to play again for the first time in front of millions.”

Brian corrected, “Try over one point five billion,” before he scoffed, “Who are these four dinosaurs? Where’s Madonna?”

“It’s a twenty-minute set. Everyone gets the same,” Miami said, “Jagger, Bowie, Elton, McCartney, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Phil Collins, REO Speedwagon, Bob Dylan.”

“Certainly good company,” John said.

“Anybody who is anybody is doing this concert.”

“Look,” You spoke up, “All I know… is that if we wake up the day after this concert and we didn’t do our part… we’re going to regret it till the day we die.”

You didn’t know how, but you managed to contain yourself. Not in front of them. Not right now. Saying out in an almost shaky voice, “Please.”

a/n: sorry for the short chapter, i think you all know what happens next and i just wanted the next part to be its own chapter since it’s very major!

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adrenaline-roulette · 6 years ago

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A PERMenant Deal (Deaky x Reader)

A/N: This was created for @bensroger and the 3k fic challenge. My prompt was hella fluffy, and I took some creative liberties with it! Hopefully you all like it, pease excuse the ever so slightly strange timeline, I hope it worked in the end! If you liked this, I would love it if you would check out my other Queen/ Borhap fics on AO3, my name is Adrenaline_Roulette Peace and Love y’all!

The smell of chemicals filled John’s nose as he sat in a salon chair, a black smock draped over his shoulders and fastened securely at his neck. There was a brunette hair dresser stood behind him, attacking his hair with said chemicals, and Roger was sitting in the chair beside him, flipping through a cheap gossip magazine, occasionally grunting as he read an article. “It says here, that Brian is the most marriable…. And that I’m the most likely to die alone?!” Roger screeches, causing John to smirk. A hard tug at his hair quickly replaces the look with a frown though, as he curses the hairdresser under his breath.

“Why do you insist on reading articles about yourself? You know it’s all rubbish, right?” He sighs, watching Roger in the large mirror hanging before him. “What does it say about me? He asks, unable to keep his interest under wraps, these articles always made him laugh, because of their sheer stupidity.

Roger scans over the article quickly, before finding John’s name on the glossy paper, “Apparently you’re the most likely to have multiple girlfriends and never settle down.” He shrugs, wrinkling his nose at the words.

“Hm, well now that’s interesting. I’m sure (Y/N) and the kids would love to hear that.” John muses, as he watches his reflection, his hair being twisted up upon his scalp. “How do you think I should break the news that I have other women in my life? I could hire a skywriter?”

Roger scowls at him, placing the magazine down on his lap forcefully. “Deaky, I’m pretty sure that after you come home with a perm today, (Y/N) and your spawn won’t be at all surprised by anything that you say or do.”

John can’t help but nod in agreement, which causes the hairdresser to pull his hair harshly, to cease his movements. “She’s actually going to kill me when she sees this.” He sighs, drumming his long, calloused fingers against his jeans. Roger purses his lips as he mulls over his words, before nodding in agreement, and sign which doesn’t ease John’s nerves in the slightest.

“Excuse me Jane, your two o’clock is here.” Says a quiet voice of a blonde woman, who had suddenly appeared behind John’s stylist. She hums her acknowledgment, before turning towards the other woman.

“I’ll need you to finish Mr Deacon for me please, I don’t want to keep Mrs Gatten waiting.” The stylist, Jane, places her utensils down on her trolley, then looks back to John. “I’ll leave you in the capable hands of Lisa, she’ll get you all finished.” She smiles, before leaving for her next appointment.

Lisa sets up behind him, donning gloves to protect her skin from the chemicals that were required to perm John’s hair. She smiles happily at him, then turns her attention to Roger, biting her lip when he catches her eye, a blush flooding her cheeks rapidly. John rolls his eyes at the exchange, even married, Roger is still a flirt! “If you don’t mind me asking, why a perm? Out of all the styles you could’ve chosen, what made you pick this one?” Lisa asks gently, as she makes quick work of John’s hair.

“There was a bet.” John begins, before being interrupted by Roger.

“I would love to hear about the bet!” Lisa grins, focusing entirely on Roger, awaiting his explanation. He carefully folds the magazine, placing it down in the rack beside him, keeping the young woman in suspense.

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There was a deafening silence which had overtaken the usually bustling recording studio, which was shattered like glass when Brian coughed, causing everyone to be awoken from their trance like state. No one knew what to say, how could you possibly react to something like, like THAT? It was simple, John decided, you couldn’t. He would simply ignore the elephant in the room, that was the only thing for it.

Brian however, had other ideas entirely. “Freddie, you seem to have a caterpillar on your lip…” He chuckles, though even Brian can’t hide his surprise at the new look. It wasn’t objectionable per say, just highly unexpected.

“Well darlings, I figured it was time for a new look, and besides I find I look rather dashing this way.” Freddie grins, his pearly white teeth showing as a sharp contrast between the dark bush of his moustache.

“Right, just promise me this isn’t going to become the new look for the band alright? I mean, Brian’s got enough hair already, and I’m not entirely sure Roger can even grow facial hair.” John shrugs, dodging with expert timing as Roger throws one of his drum sticks at his head. Freddie laughs joyfully at the exchange, while Brian folds his arms across his chest, blowing a stray curl away from his eyes.

“I don’t have that much hair.” Brian mutters, causing Freddie to fall into fits of laughter, practically rolling on the floor.

“Bri, we could shave you and have your hair turned into costumes for the entire cast of cats!” John smirks, as he picks up Roger’s thrown drum stick, twirling it between his fingers, as Roger had shown him years before. There’s a moment where it looks as if Brian was about to argue, though he quickly thinks better of doing so and turns back to his guitar, plucking at the strings aimlessly.

Roger looks across at John, his eyes trained on the drumstick held in his right hand, glaring slightly. John lifts his eyebrow in challenge back at the blonde man, “You can have it back, if you apologize for throwing it.” He smirks.

“I don’t have anything to apologies for! You’re the one who insulted me!” Roger cries out dramatically. John looks away, and catches Freddie rolling his eyes at the child like response.

“Children, please. Deaky, please return Roger’s drumstick, I would hate for him to start playing to bongos on this new track.” Freddie sighs, strolling his way over to the drum kit where the two men stood.

Begrudgingly, John hands Roger back the drumstick, both refusing to make eye contact. This was a frequent occurrence, with both men being far too stubborn for their own good. “Excellent, and now that the band is properly equipped again, we can record!” Freddie claps excitedly, rather like a school teacher who wanted the classes attention.

Freddie was the last to record for the new track, the bass, drums and guitar all having been laid down the previous few days, all that was required now were Freddie and Roger’s vocals to complete the track. As Freddie sang his heart out, the others gathered in the sound booth, watching him through the window, grinning as he hit every note perfectly. “So, what do we think of the moustache?” John asks quietly, as the recording technicians work their magic.”

“I can’t lie, it’s starting to grow on me. I’m thinking that maybe I should grow a beard?” Roger chuckles, as Brian shoves his shoulder playfully, a wide grin spread across his lips.

“I suppose it isn’t one of his best looks, but he seems to love it…” Brian shrugs, as he lopes over to the well-worn couch at the back of the room, settling himself down on the green cushions.

John nods his agreement, turning his attention back to Freddie as the song comes to an end. “He always stands so close to the mic, I’m genuinely surprised he hasn’t eaten the thing yet.” Roger laughs deeply, gasping for breath just as Freddie enters the room, who casts a curious look at the gasping drummer.

“Roger darling, if you’re going to die, please do it quietly.” Freddie sighs, as he strides towards the sound desk, awaiting the playback to begin. One of the technicians starts the vocals, the booming voice of Mr Mercury pumping through the speakers. There’s an odd sound to the vocals however, a strange almost brushing noise sweeping across the mic. “What on earth is that?”

The band collectively turns their attention towards the technician. “I’m sorry Fred, but I think you were too close to the mic, and you kept brushing your moustache against it. We’re going to have to rerecord, this time with you a bit further away.”

Freddie looks shocked, and John is stuck between wanting to comfort his friend or laugh at his expense. Roger has already opted for the laugh option, while Brian seems to be facing the same decision as himself. John reaches a hand out, ready to place it upon Freddie’s shoulder, but just as he’s about to make contact, Freddie steps away, stomping back into the recording studio. “Well? Let’s bloody well do it darlings!” He calls.

John leans against the arm of the sofa where Brian had made himself comfortable, his long legs taking up the entire seat, leaving no room for anyone else. Roger doesn’t seem to find this an issue however, and promptly sits himself down atop Brian’s calves despite his protests. “Oh shut up will you Brian, I’m not that fucking heavy!” Roger grumbles, as he turns to John, taping him on the shoulder to get his attention. “So, about that moustache…”

“I’d be bloody surprised if it lasts a year at this rate! Especially if he has to keep rerecording everything because he can’t step back from the microphone!” John exclaims, gesturing wildly to the angry looking Freddie in the recording studio.

Roger’s eyes light up with glee, as he removes his ever-present sunglasses from his head, tucking them into the breast pocket of his shirt. “Wanna make a bet?”

John lifts an eyebrow down at the drummer, pursing his lips as he considers the offer, on the one hand, making bets with Roger could end in tears, though on the other hand, John felt he knew Freddie well enough to know the moustache wouldn’t be around for long. “You’re on. Winner gets to pick a new style for the loser.” He smirks, as their hands meet and shake twice. This was going to be good.

Roger grinned wickedly as their hands parted, Brian shaking his head softly at the look. “Deaky, you’re going to regret this I fear.” He sighed, as he opened the latest newspaper he could find, even that was a few weeks old though, flipping through the pages absent mindedly. John frowned slightly at Brian, he knew Freddie, this was just a phase, it wouldn’t last!

“I’d be bloody surprised if it lasts a year!” Was the phone call John had awoken to this morning, he was sure if he could see Roger, that he would be wearing a shit eating grin on the other end of the phone. He had been having a well needed sleep in, his arms wrapped securely around (Y/N)’s waist, her hair tickling his chin as she slept soundly in his embrace. Though now they were both wide awake, thanks to Roger’s phone call. Upon hearing the drummers voice on the line, John had promptly slammed the receiver down, cutting the conversation short, however he knew it wouldn’t be long before Roger either tried to call back, or better yet, showed up on John’s doorstep and forcefully dragged him out of the house.

A shrill cry from their young baby echoed through the house, causing both John and (Y/N) to grow more alert, as wakefulness overtook them. “Bloody Roger, I’ll kill him one day.” John hissed, as he rolled out of the duvet, shuffling his feet against the soft carpet, before pushing himself into a standing position. You rolled over onto your other side, watching as your husband stretched his arms above his head, exposing his midriff in the process.

“What did he want anyways? It’s unusual for someone as nocturnal as him to be conscious at this hour.” You laugh tiredly, sitting up against the headboard, pulling the sheet up to your chest to keep you warm. You recalled John mentioning something about being out with Roger today, though the details were fuzzy.

John turns back to look at you, a nervous smile tugging on his lips. “Just got some band stuff to do is all, he said he’d drive for a change. I guess he just wanted to see if I was awake yet?” He shrugged, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. There was no real reason as to why he couldn’t tell you what he was doing, it was more the fact that he was too nervous to, you had always loved running your fingers through his hair, but with a perm, John feared those days may be over. “I’ll go and check on Joshua, see if it’s just the phone that woke him or something else.” John smiles, before leaving to go check on your young son.

You lack the energy to get out of bed and get moving for the day, however when your daughter Laura comes bouncing onto your bed, you find yourself eager to spend the day with her. “Come here you!” You laugh, as you wrap your arms around her torso, pulling her against your chest. She squeals as you do so, kicking her little legs as she flops against you.

“Can I help you make breakfast pretty please mommy?” Laura pleads, batting her long lashes up at you. You have no idea how she mastered that look, but you had a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with her Uncle Roger.

You pretend to think over her request for a few moments, tapping your index finger to your chin. “Well, I suppose so.” You smile, as she launches herself off the bed, in a similar style to how she had arrived. Laura sings loudly as she skips out of your bedroom, and into the kitchen, knowing you wouldn’t be too far behind. Sliding out of bed, you wrap your nightgown around yourself, padding into the kitchen where your daughter was helping herself to a spoonful of peanut butter, she was definitely yours. You lift an eyebrow at her as you watch her clean off the spoon, carefully replacing the jar in the pantry, a cheeky grin on her round face. “We’ll pretend I didn’t see you do that, okay?”

Laura chuckles softly, following behind you as you move around the kitchen, collecting the necessary ingredients for pancakes. You would try and make them a little bit healthy, by adding on some fresh berries, though you knew both John and Laura would pick them off, opting for syrup instead. “Joshy!” Laura squeals, jumping up and down on the spot as John walks in carrying your son in his arms, using one hand to press his pacifier against his lips. The moment Joshua had been born, Laura had taken to him, spending as much time as humanly possible by his side. It was a lovely sight, though you did wonder how things would change as they grew older.

“Hey now, I thought you were helping me? How else am I supposed to transfer the pancakes when they’re cooked, without my little spatula holder?” You pout, watching the conflict cross Laura’s face. To stay with her brother, or help cook? That is the question.

“Go on, go help your mum. Josh will be right here when you’re finished.” John smiles, tilting his head in your direction for Laura to follow. Somewhat reluctantly, she returns to your side, though a large grin soon spreads over her face when you hand her back her prized spatula. She was far too young to help with the actual cooking, so instead Laura was given the very important task of moving each pancake from a plate you put them on, onto a plate for each individual person. Standing beside you, she wore the most serious face she could muster, holding her spatula in a death grip, waiting for the first pancake to be ready.

John moved around behind you in the dining room, strapping Josh into his high chair, and tying a bib around his neck. He was at the stage now, where he would eat bits and pieces of adult food, so long as they were soft, and in tiny pieces. Pancakes where one of his favourites, though even with nothing on them, he still managed to make a mess all over the place, making the bib more or less just for decoration. After getting Josh settled in his high chair, John headed back into the kitchen, to retrieve the maple syrup, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he passed you. His morning stubble scratched your face gently, causing you to scrunch up your face in protest. “Don’t worry. I’ll shave after breakfast.” He chuckled deeply, moving back into the dining room to keep Josh entertained.

It only took another fifteen minutes before all the batter had been turned into perfectly golden pancakes, with three on Laura’s plate, one on Josh’s, and the rest split between yourself and John. As you had predicted, the bowl of berries went mostly untouched, that was until you dumped a spoonful onto Laura’s plate, much to her distaste. Just as she’s about to protest, the front door bursts wide open, revealing a grinning Roger Taylor. “Morning Deaky, (Y/N)…”

“Uncle Roggie!” Laura screams, jumping out of her chair, and darting over to the blonde man before he can greet her. She wraps her arms around his legs, clinging to his jeans for dear life, as he leans down to pick her up, spinning her around in circles.

“Spawn of Deacon!” He chuckles, as your daughter laughs merrily, despite her growing dizziness.

“Careful there Rog, if you don’t stop spinning her, we’ll need to get out a mop.” You warn gently, feeding Josh a small bite of his pancake, grinning as he claps his pudgy hands together. John leans his chin against your shoulder, both watching your son with fond smiles.

Roger places Laura back on her feet, she grips his hand tightly as she attempts to stand still on the spot, waiting for the world to stop spinning around her. “Fair point, I’d rather not clean today thanks.” He shrugs, as he follows Laura further into the house, and into the dining room, stealing a pancake off of John’s plate.

“Um, excuse me? You break into our house, try to kidnap my daughter, then steal my food!” John grumbles, glaring at his bandmate as he bites into the stolen pancake.

“I didn’t break in, you gave me a key remember!”

Roger rolls his eyes, licking the syrup off his fingers, before focusing intently on John. “This is an emergency Deaky, we have a deadline to meet remember?”

John wants to kill him, surely it wouldn’t be that hard to find a new drummer for Queen? “Roger, it’s our one day off before we’re back in the studio. Can’t you let me enjoy breakfast with my family? Just for ten minutes?”

The blonde considers his request for a moment, and for a split second, John thinks that maybe he’ll leave them be for a little while. “Nah mate, we’ve got places to be, people to see, and all that jazz.” Roger smirks, as he scoops a handful of berries into his palm. Laura watching him in fascination the entire time, she too leans across to scoop some berries into her own hand, though stops when you grab the spoon from her. It was rather frightening how much she idolised her Uncle Roger.

“Why don’t you just take the bloody bowl with you?” You muttered under your breath, it was just loud enough for Roger to hear however, and with a wink, he picks up the bowl, and walks to the front door with it.

“I’ll meet you at the car! Thanks for the bowl (Y/N)!” He yells, throwing a raspberry into the air, tilting his head back, then catching it in his mouth. “Bye spawn of Deacon!” He waves at Laura and Josh, your daughter waving back frantically.

John pushes himself away from the table, buttoning up a few buttons on his shirt, leaving the top few undone. “Sorry, it looks like I have to go now.” He sighs, leaning down and pressing soft kisses to your children’s cheeks. He kisses your lips gently, lingering slightly, both of you reluctant to part ways. The sound of Roger blasting his horn on the street is enough to make you part, both sighing deeply.

“Please make sure you get that bowl back. We’re down to five as it is, I really don’t want to go and get more just because Roger decided he wanted to keep one.”

“I’ll see what I can do, though I can’t make any promises.” John grins, pecking your lips once more, before leaving your home, heading out to Roger’s car, and sliding into the passenger seat. Roger was staring straight ahead, making not sign that he was aware of John’s presence. “(Y/N) Wants her bowl back.” Is all he says, causing Roger to break out into a grin.

“I love the fact that I steal her husband at nine in the morning, and all she’s worried about is a bloody bowl!” He howls with laughter, as he pulls out into the street, travelling down a route John was unfamiliar with. “What if I was about to murder you? Bet she would feel pretty bad about her last words to you being about a bowl.”

“I’m pretty sure she knows us well enough, to know that if you were going to murder me, you would do it on stage in front of millions of people, just so you could get your face on the front page one last time.” John shrugged, tapping his foot along to the beat of the music playing on the radio.

Roger remains silent for a few moments, mulling over John’s words. “You’re right, she does know us well.” He finally admits, before pulling up in front of a hair salon. “Alright then Deaky, time to get you look beautiful!” Climbing out of the car, John swallows deeply as he looks at the images plastered on the windows of the salon. Women with brightly coloured hair, in varying degrees of length, pout on the posters, all advertising a product that could make you too look just like them. “Let’s go!”

“And that’s how we ended up here.” Finishes Roger, who now had his feet propped up against the arm of John’s chair. During the retelling of their story, John had been moved over to a different section of the salon, to a seat where a large hair dryer had been lowered onto his head, allowing the chemicals to work their magic on his hair.

“You can come back over here now.” Lisa smiled, as she pulled the helmet off John, leading him back to his original seat. “Well it sounds like you all get up to a lot of mischief. On the plus side John, I think this is really going to suit you!” She smiled, as she began working her nimble fingers over his scalp, taking out the rollers that had been used to set his perm.

Roger watched eagerly, as John’s new hairdo slowly took shape. “See, I told you Deaky, you’re going to a hit with all the ladies soon!” He grins, as he brushes his own hair away from his eyes, not wanting to obstruct his view in any way.

Twenty minutes later, Lisa removed the last roller, running her fingers through the tight ringlets that now bounced all around John’s head. They weren’t the same as Brian’s, though they were damned near similar, John finally understood why so many people accused Brian of having a perm. “So, they’ll stay quite tight for a few days, then they’ll loosen up a little bit and sit more naturally.” Lisa smiled, as she brushed his hair this way and that, until all the strands fell in a way, she deemed suitable.

“Thank you, I suppose. Now is this the time I ask about any rules when it comes to having hair like this?” John sighed softly, studying himself closely in the mirror, perhaps this style was growing on him? It didn’t look nearly as strange as he had thought it would, if anything, it rather suited him.

“Just make sure you don’t get it wet within the next seventy-two hours, otherwise all our hard work will be for naught.” She smiled, as she unclasped the smock from John’s neck, folding it neatly over her arm. Roger followed her up to the register, handing over a small bundle of notes.

“When news gets out about Deaky’s new look, reporters will be all over the place, looking for whoever styled him. Any chance you could maybe not mention anything about the bet?” Roger smiled, with what must be one of his only genuine smiles of the day.

Lisa smiled, taking the notes from Roger, placing some into the register, and a few into her pocket. “I’m sure I can remember to do that.” Was all she said, before Roger turned away to collect John. He groaned as he looked out the salon window, rain splattering heavily against the glass.

“Right then, Deaky come here.” Roger instructed, as John made his way over to him, resting his hands on his hips. “We can’t get your hair wet, so I’m going to walk behind you with a magazine over your head, alright?”

“You don’t trust me to protect my own hair?” John grumbled, hooking his thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans.

Roger frowned at him, opening a magazine and creasing the spine to keep the pages open. “Do I trust you to not get your perm wet, thus rendering our time here pointless? Let me think about that…. Of course I bloody don’t!”

“We never said how long the style had to last. The bet was, that I just had to get the style. Technically I’ve fulfilled my end of the deal.” John shrugged, though he allows Roger to hold the magazine above his head as they make their way back to his car. Roger blasts the heater the moment he turns the key in the ignition, the car warming up in minutes, drying both men from their mad dash through the rain.

“Did your hair get wet?” Roger queries, as he pulls out into the main street again, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel despite their being no music, John just assumed he was working on another song. Carefully, John brushed his hands against his curled hair, feeling for any rain that may have made its way through his make shift umbrella.

“Sadly, I think it survived.” He smirked, watching as Roger gripped the steering wheel tighter, rolling his eyes.

“I paid good money for that perm Deaky, the least you can do is wear it with pride!”

John simply nodded along, opting to stare out the window, watching the scenery as it passed them by in a blur. There was no use in fighting about it, he had a perm now, that’s all there was to it. The drive home took far less time than John seemed to recall, and all too soon the car was parked out the front of Johns home. “I’m dead, I’m honest to god going to die today. She’s been home alone all day with the kids, she’ll be tired and stressed as it is, and then I walk in looking like this?” John mutters, gesturing to his hair wildly, as Roger resumes his position behind him, holding the magazine over his hair once more.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure she’ll love it.” Roger grins, using his emergency key to open their front door once again. Shoving John through the entry, causing him to stumble. In his effort to stop himself from falling over, he grabs onto the coat rack by the door, knocking the entire thing to the floor with a loud crash.

Your voice calls from down the hallway, echoing off the walls. “Who’s there?” There’s an edge of worry to her voice, and John is sure that you’ve grabbed both children, just on the off chance there was an intruder.

“It’s just me love!” John calls back, and he can almost hear (Y/N) sigh in relief. Roger sweeps his hand before John, allowing him to enter the soon to be war zone first. “Oh, why thank you.” John hisses, his lip curling up into a snarl. Roger simply grins, running his hand through his blonde locks.

Each step seems to take John an hour to complete, bringing him closer to the loungeroom where he had heard your voice. His heart races in his chest, pounding against his ribcage violently. Eventually he turns the corner, spotting you laying down, with Laura tucked into your side on the sofa, and Josh playing with his building blocks beside them on the rug. John’s shadow looms over his family, and your eyes snap up to look at him, a smile already tugging at your lips. It freezes the moment you see him though, your eyes widening at what you were looking at.

“Deacon spawn, come over here!” Roger yells abruptly, as he crashes in behind John, crouching down and opening his arms wide. Laura rolls off the sofa, leaving you behind, running into her uncle’s arms. He lifts her up, waltzing out of the room, and into the children’s play room.

“John Richard Deacon. What the hell have you done?” You bark out, leaping off the sofa, standing directly in front of your husband. John had the good dignity to look slightly guilty as you stared him down, shoving his hands into his pockets, his feet shuffling against the floor.

“Listen, (Y/N), I can explain!” John tries, but you hold your hand up in front of him, signalling him to stop talking.

“God, I can’t pay attention to anything else but you!” You sigh, looking directly at his perm, rather than his eyes. “What were you thinking? Were you even thinking?” You raise your voice, throwing your arms to your side in exasperation. You didn’t hate the look, you hated the fact that John hadn’t mentioned anything to you about doing it, and that Roger had clearly known what was happening long before you.

“Guys, your child is on fire!” Roger shrieks from the other end of the house, in his usual attempt at stopping you and John from bickering.

“Roger, shut up!” You both groan simultaneously, hearing Laura laugh loudly.

“One day, I’m going to say that, and your child really will be on fire, and you guys will look like the worst parents in the world!” He grumbles, though grins at Laura.

Laura doesn’t repay the look in kind opting instead to fold her arms across her chest. “Is it me or Joshy going on fire?”

Roger looks down at the young child in surprise, not having expected her to ask such a question. “Why, neither of you of course! I mean another kid!”

Laura nods her head in earnest, grinning up at Roger. “Oh, so you mean maybe the baby in Mommy’s tummy will be on fire?”

Roger is, for the first time in a long while, completely lost for words. The sounds of his best mate, and his wife arguing in the kitchen are drowned out by the numerous thoughts running through his head. “What baby is that Laura?”

“Mommy told me to keep it a secret, but she won’t mind me telling you. She says I’m going to be a big sister two times!” Laura smiles, as she brushes the hair on her doll, handing one dressed as a princess to Roger. “You can be Giselle today.” And just like that, all baby talk is over, leaving Roger with far more questions than he started with.

John was leaning against the kitchen counter now, keeping his eyes on you as you paced around the tiled floor. “What next? First Freddie and his moustache, then Roger started bleaching his hair, now you get a perm! What’s the next step? Is Brian going to shave his head?”

As if on cue, Brian allows himself into their home, swinging the door shut behind himself, despite Freddie being right behind him. “What’s this about me now?” He calls, placing a bottle of wine down on the kitchen table as he passes it.

“Brian!” You cry, on the verge of tears, your emotions running on high. “Are you bald? Please tell me you’re not bald! Come take a look at what my bloody husband has done!” You shout in rapid fire succession.

John leans his head back, staring up at the ceiling, he didn’t expect you to get quite so worked up over this, and he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe something else had occurred today, to make you so stressed. Brain waves as he enters the kitchen, grinning widely as he spots John’s hair, folding his arms across his chest as he leans beside the bassist. “Am I bald? No love, this is all me.” He grins widely, shaking his wild mane of curls over his shoulders.

“Oh, thank God.” You breathe out, though that doesn’t stop you from reaching out and tugging on one of is curls, sighing when his hair stays in place. John reaches out, taking your hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand soothingly. “Really though Brian, just look at this. How am I supposed to focus on anything when I’ve got this hanging around?”

“You make it sound like I’ve sprouted a second head. Besides, it’s really starting to grow on me.” John shrugs, pulling you into his side, and rubbing his curls against your cheek. You can’t help but giggle, the soft brush of his hair feeling rather pleasant.

For the fourth time that day, your front door slams open, and you make a mental note to take back all the emergency keys you had given to John’s bandmates. Freddie struts through the hall, posing with his lips pouted as he enters the kitchen. “Well hello darlings, Roger said to meet him here, and dear lord! Deaky what have you done!” Freddie cries, the light leaving his usually sparkling eyes.

John sighs once again, pressing his palm to his forehead, causing Brian to chuckle deeply. “Freddie, calm down. I’ve already gone through this once. There was a bet Roger and I made, after you grew your moustache. I didn’t think it would last, Roger did. So we agreed that if it was still hanging around in a year then…”

Freddie holds his hand out, just as you had done earlier, and John stops mid-sentence. “I’m sorry Deaky, I love you. But I just can’t pay attention to anything that you’re saying! We’ll discuss your lack of faith in my moustache later.” And with that, Freddie turns on his heel, and glides back to the front door, shutting it firmly behind him.

“Well, that could have gone far better. With both of you.” John shrugs, staring at the spot where Freddie had been not moments, Brian nodding besides him.

“Hey, at least I didn’t leave!” You defend, resting a hand mindlessly over your stomach, scratching your nails against the material of your shirt.

“No, instead you just threatened to kill me! That’s so much better.” John huffed, lifting his hand away from his face, and looking over at you. You simply shrugged at his statement, at the end of the day, you hadn’t actually killed him.

Brian grins at your bickering, shaking his head at the sight of you both. You fought like children sometimes, yet always managed to make amends. “Is anyone else slightly concerned about how quiet Roger and Laura are being?” He queried, stepping through the kitchen and peering up the hall towards the playroom.

“Actually, yeah. I don’t like the silence.” John hummed, following behind Brian, you also followed, not wanting to be left behind. You knew they weren’t up to anything too horrible, generally when Laura and her uncle fell quiet, it was because they were drawing, a task which your daughter took very seriously.

As if they had heard you all wondering what they were up to, Roger came parading out with your giggling daughter on his shoulders, both with wide grins on their cheeky faces. “I know a secret about you.” Roger smirks, looking directly at you, his blue eyes shining brightly.

You roll your eyes at their antics, looking over at Josh as he clapped two blocks together, giggling at the clunking sound they made. “No you don’t Rog.” You sighed, shaking your head gently, curling your fingers around John’s. You felt his grip squeeze yours, his calloused fingers rough against your knuckles.

Roger turns his attention to John now, his canines poking over his lip as he grins, looking just like the Cheshire cat in that moment. “Hey John, I guarantee you that I know something about (Y/N) that you don’t.”

“Not likely mate, we’re practically joined at the hip. We know everything about each other.”

“Wanna make a bet?” Roger smirks darkly.

“Never again.”

#bensroger #abbys3kfics #queen fic #deaky x reader #john deacon #brian may #freddie mercury #roger taylor #deaky imagine #disco deaky

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adz · 6 years ago

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i have been tagged by @cold-oolong THANKS :) and now i will respond to

twenty-one questions

nickname: kit, hot babe and bastard of hell

zodiac: scorpio rising, mercury, jupiter, venus, and sun. gemeni moon

height: 5'11″

amount of sleep: if i get any less or more than exactly two or exactly three REM cycles im basically toast! im dead meat

last movie i saw: literally Avengers Infinity War

last thing i googled: google analytics search console

favorite musician: sufjan stevens

song stuck in my head: you’re catching me on an incredibly basic morning but i’m going to be honest!!! it’s that horrible Rebel Just For Kicks song

other blogs: @slugzuki, @say-yes-to-death, @mayoegg, @recordedsounds, @comicrate, @infinite-vest, @justmarshmallowimages, etc im very prolific

do i get asks: yeah they’re generally 50% thirst & 50% just like impersonal and confusing insults, it’s lit

blogs following: seven hundred and fifty three blogs! this is only bearable because a ton of them are inactive

lucky numbers: n/a

what i’m wearing: thick knee socks, my favorite ugly grey jeans, a vintage oversized brown Saks Fifth Ave sweater with enwoven rainbow threads

dream trip: i would love to go to japan or to romania to visit my ANCESTRAL HOME

dream job: i just make whatever i want and publish it when it’s finished and a legion of supportive fans or sugar daddies send me money

favorite food: sushi (@cold-oolong iseeyoutooareamanofculture.jpg)

languages: english

play any instruments: im pretty good at acoustic guitar, pretty bad at electric guitar/keys/drums/autoharp/kalimba/ukelele/banjo

favorite songs: right now i’m really into kelly moran, owen pallett, oliver mtukudzi, adrianne lenker, andy shauf, toro y moi, FKA twigs

random fact: i really like all dressed chips

describe yourself as an aesthetic thing: many-winged monstrosity from ezekiel’s chariot vision

i usually dont tag ppl on these things because i dont want them to feel weird about the destruction of the implicit indirectness of our communication as mutuals but im gonna do it anyway right now and you can ignore it or kill me if you want @goorduard @sneakydead @stephenmalkmusofficial @catos-twin @coast-modern @chacaltaya @neofreudian @waterwhatever @quinoarze @k8--m8 @killingjarz @djohariahh @c-----y @realorafable @transmanrichardstrand @hoopdogz @sfjn @terriblecouteaunoir

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lilmajorshawty · 7 years ago

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Going through the progressed moons as stages in life.

LIBRA AND SCORPIO PROGRESSED:

It’s kind of strange how progressed moon in libra is when relationships start to bloom in someone’s life and then Scorpio progressed moon comes along and is like “el oh el I’m about to brake y’all up, cause pain makes you stronger c:” the two come hand in hand since this is the start and end of puberty so to speak! It’s that moment where a lot of us meet that someone who makes us wanna say the doomed “I love you” but it’s also that moment when we feel the true meaning of the phrase “I hate you” it’s the playful fun years but also the emotionally draining and intense psycholanlysis that comes with it. Losing ones virginity could happen during this time but it can also be ones first heartbreak. Things will feel pretty and tender and even sentimental with libra but Scorpio things will feel heavy and overwhelming and almost like the world is on the verge of digging you 90000 feet into the floor.(During this time your venus aspects and Pluto aspects to personal plants are highlighted so this is the time in which these aspects are grown from and even dealt with)

SAGITTARIUS AND CAPRICORN PROGRESSED:

And then progressed sag moon strolls in like “hey so I was thinking? How about we just say fuck it and develope loose but meaningful relationships with people that kinda matter but also who cares?!And you just start living and thriving and practicing self love—BUT then progressed cap moon comes in like “so buddy I think it’s time to come to terms with the fact that maybe you’re not as happy as you thought you were” *que* the depression and mid life crisis. This is the adolescent-maturity phase! This is when the world looks real big and vast and when it’s harder to get you to settle down! But you know why right!? Because you’ve just been through some shit with that Scorpio moon and now you wanna brake free and relax and take things light but cap moon is gonna challenge that! He’s going to show you that actions have consequences and I’m not gonna lie it’ll get hard life will suck and GURL GROWING UP IS A ABSOLUTE MESS? Who invented bills? Who invented bank accounts? Taxes who? And trust me you’ll be feeling like all your trauma is pulling up on you with a lot of aggression but you’ll survive and you’ll be super noir baby. (During this time your Jupiter aspects and Saturn aspects to personal planets are brought to attention and this is when they’ll receive the most growth)

AQUARIUS MOON PROGRESSED:

Then finally progressed aqua moon comes like the gender neutral goddess they are and brings you to music festivals and random strolls to the store you never thought you needed but somehow find joy in doing at 10pm at night. But mean while you’re unable to process why you where crying for 45 minutes on the way to your lecture but who cares because feelings are foreign and impossible em I right? But see you focused so much on making yourself tough and ready for the world that you forget to pamper your own feelings! You haven’t done so in awhile! It’s been a few years since sister Scorpio so what now? Well that’s the thing nothing-this is the time where it’ll seem like your viewing your emotions and actions from the outside looking in. Your In recovery mode.(your Uranus and Saturn aspects once again are called to attention!)

PISCES MOON PROGRESSED:

Then karma pin drops in her gold plastered stilettos and vetments bandolier bag as progressed Pisces moon comes and shits on all the emotional baggage you’ve been ignoring till later and as you spend the next 2.5 years having meetings with emotions you didn’t know you had. There’s going to be a lot of emotional confusion! People are gonna think you’re a guru and let me tell you DONT DATE THAT PAINTER BOY!! DONT LET HIM PAINT YOU LIKE ONE OF HIS ART THOTTIE BOTTIES ITS A TRAP. You’ll meet incredible people during this time and hell you might even become more religious. It’ll seem like you’re being guided but it’ll also seem like you lose yourself in everything and anyone. It’s a dangerous time but it’s also a very spiritually rewarding one. Keep your head up buttercup and once again if I catch you at a art museum I want to throw hands ok? OK?(here your Neptune aspects are brought to the forefront and bitch it’ll hurt)

ARIES MOON PROGRESSED:

Sister Aries progressed moon shows up as that wild asf headache that you’re suddenly dealing with regularly and the bouts of sexual frustration and LONER mentality that you’re both kinda feeling like is a bad thing but lowky loving it because you’ve made some unhealthy co dependent relationships with sister Pisces moon. Your eyes could start acting up real bad like I’m taking blurry mic sclurry. You’ll be blunt and dynamic and people are gonna respect and fear you because they don’t know if your mad or happy and guess what neither do you. You’ll be your own person genuinely and you’ll feel like life is a breeze because you have control of it but hey be careful sis not everything is in the palm of your hands! Also animals are kinda gonna hate you sometimes not because there’s something wrong but because of how instinctual and raw Aries is and how,Ja know animals be it’s like you know you’re literally at eachothers necks lmao. You and mommy are either gonna be super cool or super caught in arguments. (Your mars aspects will be brought to attention! and hey don’t worry it won’t be so bad)

TAURUS MOON PROGRESSED:

But right as you start to enjoy the young wild and reckless lifestyle papa Taurus progressed moon comes in and starts to take you on the long road of finance and tax deductions—ah the fun and joy of adulting and falling asleep at 9 because now you’re not no longer a wee little lad who could party and harty from dusk to dawn. He rewards you with food though lots of it and sis the curves! You’ll meet some sensual lovers and might even learn to appreciate fallacio 👀. It’s a romantic time but also a very relaxed yet busy time! GET SLEEP! Eat! Enjoy the world! (Your venus aspects once again sweetie! Tell em I said hi)

GEMINI MOON PROGRESSED:

But you know the reclusive money schmoney life style gets halted when brother Gemini moon progressed comes by with the gadgets! And the socializing! Now you’re out and about talking about things you know nothing about but would love to learn about! People are fast paced and the street lights seem so bright! Your eating less but mainly because you’re always on the go! Oh my my my but what about your love life? (Your mercury will never be the same dah dah dah lol jk but no seriously this is mercury aspects)

CANCER MOON PROGRESSED:

Here comes the lullaby as the bird songs! Cancer progressed moon shimmers in with some blankets and hot cocoa. Simply now, simplicity is the word. Your not doing much—your a homebody-chilling, making peace with your feelings and being in them 78/9 of the time but hey that’s great because you’ve been through a mess haven’t you!? From feeling to not understanding what you feel to well feeling them all the time! This might be the time in your life where if you’re in your late 20s or late 30s yah might be having baby’s or even buying a house HOUSE you know like the kind you spend the rest of your life in and the one that your husband some how managed to spill Spaghetti suace in the floor and absolutely ruin it because he’s a fool but you love him. (This is your lovely moon!! Your natal moon aspects will be higleted and grown from here)

LEO MOON PROGRESSED:

Then comes LOUD Leo swaying her hips with all that sass! This progression is gonna be a hoot! It’ll be that climax before the climax! Where you think you have it all figured out! The confidence, the looks, the saucy head turns and hair flips but BOOM aslfnksnsosjs your ego is gonna fluctuate like a mad man. The ego is gonna be in question a lot—how you relate to others what they mean to you what you mean to them it’s gonna be dramatic but it’ll also feel like you’re being your most “you” it’s the time where life is felt with a unwavering passion and where every win feels like you’ve conquered the entirety of our universe and every lose will feel like some one through 892929922 black holes and planets untop of your head. (Your sun aspects and placements will be the focus here bb)

VIRGO MOON PROGRESSED:

Lastly miss quiet and virgin mistress in her all white dress and shimmering black eyes stares upon you. It’s time for the quiet moment in your life—it’s the passive yet not so passive years-you do more watching your honning your craft and thinking more about everything, the way you walk, the way you talk—your hygiene is gonna come in question and not to be vulgar but questions like “should my dick smell this way?!” “Should I buy different underwear” “maybe I should wash my hair like..” it’s kinda mundane but it’s the good kinda mundane! You’re smelling better and looking emaculate and you know why? Cause you’re about to walk into libra moon and meet yah boo so the story starts all over again. (Lastly it’ll be mercury again! Lucky he gets a double turn like Taurus)

Note: feel free to reference to decans as this still applies! So if your progressed sag moon is in the Aries decan read for sag and Aries moon! And so on!

#mine #progressed moon #aries #taurus #gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagitarrius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces

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narutomaki · 6 years ago

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tagged by @cadashh Technically...ty!

rules: answer the questions in a new post and tag some blogs!

tagging: if you want to do this, feel free!!!

a - age: 21

b - birthplace: London, Ontario

c - current time: 12.13am

d - drink you last had: water... hydration baby

e - easiest person to talk to: my best friend! The one who almost named a character Iron Bulls Twink but was defeated by his hand

f - favourite song: I've No More ... To Give by Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq

g - grossest memory: (tw blood, needles) one times recently i fucked up giving myself my T injection and just. Blood. All over the floor. It didnt hurt so that's how it managed to be gross instead.

h - horror yes or horror no: I have Very Bad paranoia issues so that's a hard no for me

i - in love: 🦁🦄 yeeeah...

j - jealous of people: very much so very often and i dont Like it. It's honestly one of jy qorst qualities

l - love at first sight or should i walk by again: bit of both in my experience, ive fallen really hard and had pretty good relationships with ppl i barely knew, and my current one had about a 6 month build up about discussing dating

m - middle name: Vincent

n - number of siblings: 1 brother i cant wait to never speak to agaon

o - one wish: money

p - person you last called: my mum to get her to call me back because she's been ignoring me "because i hate her" and asked her to text before she calls me instead of calling me out of the blue and getting annoyed i dont wanna talk

q - question you’re always asked: "how are you feeling?" or... "YEAH!?" Whenever i bust out some very cursed thoughts

r - reading anything right now?: There is a book on my bedside table I'm over half way through and just. Keep not picling up to finish

s - song you last sang: Self Fulfillinf Prophecy by Maria Mena

t - time you woke up: 6am

u - underwear colour: red

v - vacation destination: main one right now is Amsterdam, then after that I want to visit the Scottish countryside, and then Ireland, and Sweden

w - when was the last time you really laughed?: uh. I forget but recently over something rlly not all that funny in a Drawfee video that sort of broke me out of my self hate loop and got me to take aome action to getting on the task causing it

x - x-rays: multiple chest, back, and knee x-rays because my body is falling apart connective tissue wise and my doctoe is qorried about me. Also my chest pain radiates Exactly with heart attack descriptions but it never is, it's a connective tissue disorder because of binding we think and it shows itself by Acting Like A Bastard

y - your favourite food: samefood right now is grilled cheese with tuna (sometimes onions) dipped in ketchup with pickles. Other then that ppl rlly cant go wrong feeding me chopped potatoes with salt and butter and a red meat or chicken

z - zodiac sign: dual (sun and venus) gemini, dual (Moon and Mercury) Taurus, and I technically in some illegal part of my brain know my start chart but i forget it everytime i look away

#mvp.txt #tag meme #bloof tw #needle tw #food tw #self hate m

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phiillii · 6 years ago

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just saw bohemian rhapsody

review & whether i think it was homophobic under the cut. obviously heavy spoilers - but it’s a biopic; the wikipedia page on the person is a spoiler...

now, a few months back, i saw an indie musical theater play about freddie mercury’s life, which prompted me to read up on his biography quite extensively. i had not read anything about the movie beforehand, but while i was sitting in the cinema, i already thought of the common criticism this film is facing right now. it’s not that freddie mercury’s sexuality is omitted - which i’d feared from the trailer, haha - but that it’s easy to interpret his sexuality being portrayed as negative.

and man, that’s really easy, isn’t it? the party years portrayed extensively and extremely negatively; one of the two villains in the movie a character who was synonymous with the ‘gay lifestyle’; and jim hutton reduced to basically 3 lines. that’s all a fuck-up when related to each other. i would think it’d be fair to portray the party years as negative - while they don’t necessarily need to be - if you’d simultaneously show just how positive an element jim hutton was for freddie’s Family (tm) and his life in general. maybe being a gay rockstar in the 80s meant the drugs & leather orgies, but it also meant a loving, abiding, deep relationship with another man; show both sides, man! why didn’t they show the other side, too?

well, that’s obvious: the cut-off point is the live aid concert. which is a pretty good cut-off point for an engaging plot .and it has another positive side. does the world need the 900th movie about a gay man suffering from & succumbing to aids? how much stronger - how much more positive - is to end the movie on a high point, queen being watched by 1.5bn people, with love obvious in 3-line-jim hutton’s eyes? if you decide that you want this strong, positive force of nature goosebumps moment as your finishing shot - then it is necessary to cut jim hutton’s impact - and without jim hutton’s impact, we are left with the unfortunate implication that being gay consists only of this ‘creepy, scary leather drugs orgies’ world. is that worth it? who knows.

had i made the movie, i would have included more of jim hutton. it seems rather ignorant to cut the impact of a man freddie mercury called his husband; the person closest to him for the last 5+ years of his life. even if that meant setting the cut-off point later. in a freddie mercury biopic, you cannot leave out jim hutton. leaving him out - leaving out his impact - is homophobic. however, for the entirety of the movie i wondered: is this really a freddie mercury biopic? or - is it a queen biopic. yeah, freddie plays a big role, but then, freddie plays a big role in queen. and if its a queen biopic, perhaps queen’s story was over by 85, and the cut-off point (and all its implications) was justified.

the treatment of paul prenter reeks of resentment from davis and may though, lol, and is pretty unforgivably one-sided.

to end on a positive note, though: they made freddie mercury’s sexuality very explicit: he was gay. not bi. this is not bi erasure; its very evident that queen’s frontman was gay. but straight peeps love keeping the myth that he was bi alive - you dont need to wonder why; they just hate the thought that Their Cool Man Freddie didn’t wanna fuck women. freddie mercury was gay, and that is made explicit in dialogue, and thats pretty cool.

so, is bohemian rhapsody homophobic? well, let’s say it like this: i’m pretty sure it would’ve benefited from a more sensitive hand regarding this issue, but it’s open for interpretation.

i thoroughly enjoyed the performances of the main cast, especially rami malek, ben hardy, and gwilym lee. also, hearing queen songs blasting out of a good cinema sound system was really amazing.

#bohemian rhapsody

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solarpunksoftie · 8 years ago

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additional fun facts about the Gene Pool

because i cant be stopped and oh hello new obsession

my sides

A - Adrienne E - Ethan L - Laura P - Pandora D - Daryl

Favourite Colour

A - Green

E - Red

L - Blue

P - Yellow

D - Purple

Favourite Music

A - The Struts, Major Lazer, Ariana Grande

E - Rise Against, Green Day, Paramore

L - Lindsey Stirling, Sleeping At Last, Ratatat

P - KONGOS, Arctic Monkeys, Bastille

D - Twenty One Pilots, The Neighborhood, The Front Bottoms

Favourite Foods/Bev

A - Popsicles, Bananas, Mussels / Dr. Pepper

E - Yogurt+Granola, Lamb, Bacon / Juice

L - Steak, Mushrooms, Ramen(its convenient!) / Tea

P - Berries, Spaghetti, Clif Bars (chocolatey ones) / Coffee

D - BBQ Chips, Goldfish, Cheesecake / Hot Cocoa

Favourite Movie

A - Avengers

E - The Sting

L - Cosmos: War of the Planets (they fuckin lov terrible movies)

P - Indiana Jones and the Lost Arc

D - Heathers

Favourite T.V. Show

A - Rick and Morty

E - Brooklyn Nine-Nine

L - Star Trek (tos)

P - The Walking Dead

D - Cutthroat Kitchen

Favourite Fiction Genre / AO3 Tag

A - Action / Smut

E - Drama / Hurt Comfort

L - Sci-fi / College AU

P - Fantasy / Graphic Depictions of Violence

D - Slice of Life / Whump

Favourite Musical / Song from it

A - Catch Me If You Can / Live in Living Color

E - Les Miserables / Do You Hear The People Sing

L - Hamilton / Non-Stop

P - Into The Woods / I Know Things Now

D - Heathers / Lifeboat

Favourite Activity

A - sex, dancing, late night shenanigans with friends

E - attending protests, witchcraft, hiking

L - painting, research, watching movies

P - cooking, playing horror games, playing with animals

D - sleeping, listening to music, cuddling (but they’ll never admit it)

Favourite Affection

A - kisses. not necessarily romantic, forehead, cheek, hand, etc are all awesome

E - massages, especially shoulders

L - hair play

P - hand holding and casual touches

D - hugs, but so touch starved he’ll take anything

Favourite exercise

A - Dance!

E - Swimming

L - Climbing

P - Bicycle

D - pass…

If They Had A Super Power…

A - Flight

E - Pyrokinesis/Pyrogenesis

L - Time Stop

P - Invincibility

D - Invisibility

Weapon Of Choice

A - Falchion… specifically this one

E - spiked bat

L - Pistol

P - Bowie Knife

D - Switchblade

Travel Destination

A - Amsterdam OR Cross Country Road Trip

E - International Relief Aid (they have no concept of relaxation)

L - Ireland

P - Hawaii

D - no thanks..

Element

A - Air

E - Fire

L - Earth

P - Water

D - Smoke

Theme Songs

A - Raise Your Glass, P!nk - Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time, P!atD

E - Architects, Rise Against - Uprising, Muse - Feeling Sorry, Paramore

L - Conquest of Spaces, Woodkid

P - Laugh Till I Cry, The Front Bottoms - Stressed Out, Twenty One Pilots

D - Trapdoor, Twenty One Pilots - Be Nice To Me, The Front Bottoms - The Draw, Bastille

Little Quirks

A - Happy Dances, Winks, Hair Fluffs

E - Impatient finger tapping, “Cool Kid” posing, Blowing hair out of face

L - clasped hands, Adjusting glasses, straitening tie

P - deforest kelley bounce, hands nervously in pockets, always ready to rabbit

D - Tired face rub, eye roll, lip biting

Zodiac Sign/Planet (all from my full chart)

A - Aries Moon

E - Scorpio Mars

L - Libra Mercury

P - Sagittarius Jupiter

D - Pisces Saturn

Shadow Emotion

A - Loneliness

E - Sadness

L - Confusion

P - Fear

D - Anger

Alignment

A - Chaotic Neutral - fuck it this looks fun

E - Chaotic Good - I will burn this city to the ground to save a child

L - Lawful Good - do the right thing the Right way and you get the best results

P - Lawful Neutral - follow the rules and you won’t get hurt

D - Neutral Evil - I’m tired just kill yourself

Hogwarts House

A - Gryffindor

E - Slytherin / Gryffindor

L - Ravenclaw / Slytherin

P - Gryffindor

D - Hufflepuff

D&D Class

A - Sorcerer

E - Druid

L - Wizard

P - Ranger

D - Rogue

MBTI / my function stack

A - ESFP / Se

E - ENFP / Fi

L - ENTJ / Te

P - ISTP / inferior Ni

D - INFP - none, hes a disorder

God Tier

A - Maid of Breath

E - Knight of Space

L - Sylph of Mind

P - Mage of Rage

D - Page of Doom

High School Superlatives

A - Best Person to Travel With

E - Most Likely to Help Hide a Body

L - Most Likely to Succeed

P - Best Person to Get Stranded With

D - Worst Case of Senioritis

Vices/Virtues

A - Sex/Kindness

E - Rage/Courage

L - Overwork/Diligence

P - Alcohol/Vigilance

D - Drugs/Humility

When Stressed

A - loses all sense of direction and will jump onto the first suggestion someone makes to relieve the stress. Gets paranoid about appearance. Easily becomes overwhelmed/sensory overloaded and needs soft things, stim things, and fidgit toys to keep from becoming entirely incoherent.

E - Gets really impatient and short with people. If the stress escalates they will angry cry from frustration. Slams doors, yells unnecessarily.

L - Comes to a complete stop. They can’t complete a thought coherently and are easily confused. Prone to quitting from distress, coming to the conclusion that the most logical thing is to remove ones self from the stress while also stuck on the fact that it’s stressful because it’s too important to ignore. They basically experience blue screen of death by becoming a feedback loop of “oh no”.

P - The paranoia is in full bloom. they can get delusional and jumpy. Fears intensify. Outwardly, the only sign that somethings wrong is the occasional thousand yard stare or, contrastly, they get hyper vigilant. They’re just always ready.

D - Nap Time. If naps are not acquired they become crazy aggressive and verbally abusive. Every problem is a personal attack and it must be Gene’s fault. Craves death but will settle for a razor.

When They Like Someone

A - a smooth motherfucker. loves the seduction game. will wear lingerie under her clothes in case the opportunity arises to take it off ;)

E - Skittish. romance is the one emotional department they always fumble with. will compliment a lot and try to win them over, but takes a long time to act on anything for fear of misreading the other person’s intentions and making them uncomfortable.

L - Direct. knows the importance of presentation and is a good manipulator, so may implement their skills unintentionally. Really they just want the other person on the same page as them.

P - Suspicion. they normally aren’t attracted to someone unless the other person flirts first, and they are distrustful of others’ intentions. only once they feel safe with their crush will they act more directly and can actually be very charming.

D - Obsession and Despair. This person becomes their everything, which terrifies them, so they try and pull away to avoid getting hurt, and then get upset that the person isnt paying enough attention to them, and then the “im unlovable” spiral begins.

When Injured (with irl experiences oops)

A - powers through with force of will. will convince herself that its not a big deal. would probably try to finish a marathon with a broken leg. not stubborn if told to seek help, however, theyre just really bad at judging the severity/urgency of an injury. (went through their day without a care in the world after a head injury, legit didn’t think it was a big deal. the bump just looked nasty)

E - stubborn as a mule to keep up their badass image. will brush off most things even if they know its bad news. the only time the facade drops is when theyre alone, and then theyre a mess. (helped someone move despite the fact that they were seriously ill. hid it the whole time. collapsed when they got home)

L - reacts appropriately to the situation. has an objective enough knowledge of medicine and anatomy to assess the severity and urgency of an injury and will seek help if needed.

P - Panic. has a slight inclination to hypochondria that only comes out when something is wrong. stubbed tow? its broken. stomach ache? it could be cancer or their appendix is gonna burst. weird symptoms they dont recognize? absolutely positive theyre gonna die. if they cant see whats wrong the panic is worse. is actually not bad dealing with flesh wounds, but still wont hesitate in seeking care. (full blown panic attack when a uti started exhibiting unfamiliar symptoms and couldn’t receive immediate care)

D - secrecy. wont tell anyone. 10/10 most likely to silently stitch up a wound themselves and no one would be the wiser. (suffering silently through a migraine without medication, cleaning up self harm cuts)

Negative Influences

A - Reckless behavior, abandoning obligations in favour of a fun activity, drug use

E - Being argumentative, “anyone who doesnt agree with me is the enemy” knee jerk reaction, grudges

L - Obsessive behavior, hyper focus, over rationalizing feelings away

P - Irrational fears, distrust of others, exhausting hyper vigilance

D - Depression my dudes, self worth issues, self harm in all forms

Positive Influences

A - Trying new things, Courage, enjoying the simple pleasures

E - Passion, Moral compass, Determination

L - keeping my life structured, love of learning, the designer

P - self preservation, observing others’ personal boundaries, being prepared

D - ?????, keeps me from becoming too powerful,, ???????

When To Worry About Them

A - would rather stay home than go out, reclusive behavior

E - either theyre constantly fuming or they become painfully apathetic

L - none of their ideas make sense, language issues

P - always v stressed

D - smiley mask, overly compliant, overly positive

How They Chill

A - Nature Walks

E - Low Key hangouts with friends

L - Coloring books

P - Music - will often chill and listen to music with Daryl

D - Sleep - falls asleep while listening to music with Pandora

ill probly add onto this when i think of more stuff, but here for now

Self Care

A - Dressing up, cuz looking good for your own sake does wonders for emotional wellbeing

E - Talking to people, it’s not fair to you or your friends to shut them out, and the attention makes Adrienne happy

L - Hot Shower. As well as being good hygiene, hot showers improve circulation and relax muscles and the mind

P - cooking a whole meal for yourself, because you have a penchant for denying yourself food, and its a creative, mentally stimulating activity that gets you moving and is satisfying

D - He’d say sleep, but he always wants to sleep so its mostly detrimental. So he’s with Laura on hot showers, but like, in the dark. They’re good for if you’re upset, or nauseous, or tired, or have a migraine, or need a cry. Don’t gotta put much thought into it, if somethings wrong it can probably be fixed with a shower. Also the warmth is super nice, and a locked dark bathroom is basically the most secure place you have access to. AND you can use nice smelling soaps and stuff, so Addy is happy too. Showers are just default best.

Which Sanders Sides theyre most like

A - Patton

E - Roman

L - Logan

P - Anxiety

D - get fucked

As My Friends…

A - Kevin - big puppy dog, adventure/food/trouble friend

E - John - loud and proud and also my libra buddy

L - Owen - too smart jesus christ

P - Bri - anxiety ridden and prepared for everything

D - Jake - seriously hes the embodiment of depression anyway its horrifying

Physical Details

A - always wearing body glitter. nothing too Extra but just enough for a slight shimmer

E - has all the tattoos ive ever fantasized about. when i think up a new one it gets added to the collection. the buffest looking; when they work out they go for tone cuz they love the look

L - the only one who wears glasses. also wears a binder cuz theyre most comfortable flat-chested

P - carries any injuries i have at the time, including random bruises or cuts. actually the strongest even though they dont look it

D - has cuts all up their arms. they’re normally wrapped in bandages or hidden under hoodies. Deep under eye bags and the thinnest by far cuz they never heckin eat

Group Opinion

A - despite being the oldest everyone sees her as the little sister they need to protect. they love when shes happy and they all put in efforts to keep her out of too much trouble for the most part

E - they see them as a bit of an egomaniac, which isnt too far off. they are the judicial voice of the group, keeping everyone in line. those who deviate too far face their wrath.

L - the nerd. the others actually try to dismiss them a lot, since a lot of times they end up holding the group back. wildly unappreciated even though theyre normally right and helpful

P - doesn’t normally pop into group discussions, and is more of a casual observer, only participating when necessary. the others appreciate this about them, because for real if they contributed all the time id be a lot more stressed out

D - the villain. everyone always attacks everything they say (with good reason). despite this they still somehow end up winning a pretty good amount of decisions, cuz they are disgustingly good at twisting words and appealing to what at least one of the others wants. no one trusts them

#the gene pool #my sides #not ss tag #i dunno #more details

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allofbeercom · 6 years ago

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The brave new world of the xx, pop’s brooding perfectionists

Solo success, confronting grief, sobering up the feted London trio talk frankly about how the events of the past four years informed their new album, I See You

The three members of the xx cross from Poland into Lithuania overnight, trying to sleep inside a bus that judders and lurches along an uneven border road. It is December, an unforgiving time to be touring eastern Europe, and snow that was coming in committedly when they left Warsaw still falls when they arrive in Vilnius, the Lithuanian capital. Its cold here, beer-jacket weather, hot-toddy weather, get-messed-up-after-the-gig-to-distract-from-the-bite weather. But the band Oliver Sim, Romy Madley Croft, Jamie Smith travel in good, sober order. They toured their first album, in 2010, blinkingly, greenly, through a fog of personal tragedy. Two years later they got through a second-album tour mostly by partying wherever they went. (Moving from encore to after-show chasing the night, as the band phrase it in a new song, Replica.) When we meet, the release of album number three, I See You, is looming. For various reasons they expect to take this one around the world in steadier, less emotionally hectic fashion.

Arriving in central Vilnius at 10am, the trio alight from the tour bus and teeter over icy pavement, straight to their hotel rooms for some extra sleep. Im in the lobby waiting for them when they emerge, one by one, at midday. Sim (27 years old, bassist and co-vocalist) appears in a splendid fur-lapelled coat. His enormous green eyes lend him at once a striking handsomeness as well as the perpetual suggestion of worry. More so than Sim, Madley Croft (27, lead guitar and vocals) is dressed for her terrain: leather boots, hoodie, black-camo raincoat, a hat over her dark shoulder-length hair. A stitched image on the hat is faded and hard to distinguish and when I ask her what it is she answers in a soft, whistling voice: Three babies dancing. She says she found the hat in a skate shop somewhere. Smith (28, percussion and production) might have found his entire outfit in a Sports Direct somewhere. He comes down in Nike T-shirt, Adidas trackies, his copper curls sprouting over the strap of a backwards-turned cap.

Theres something drastic and strange about Smiths appearance that takes a moment for me to identify. Hes smiling. I find this hard to reconcile with our last encounter.

In the hotel lobby, the band and I reminisce about meeting last time, more than four years ago, when I shadowed them for a couple of days as they toured through Los Angeles. They were about to debut Coexist, their second album, high in the British and American charts. Their first album, xx, had won the Mercury prize in the UK and gone gold in the US. Its sound sexily gnomic lyrics sung huskily over precise and chilly synths was exerting a blatant influence on the music industry, imitators of the xx springing up all over the place. Now Baz Luhrmann was courting them for one of his soundtracks, and he showed up one night in Hollywood to buy rounds of drinks. The band went to after-parties backstage at the Ford theatre, by the pool at the Chateau Marmont, on the roof of a downtown hotel.

Watch the video for the xxs single On Hold.

I remember the experience for the hilarious difficulty of interviewing Smith, who was then emerging as the silent genius of the group, an unfeasibly talented engine-room operator who was responsible for so much of their musics distinctive and influential texture. At the time he betrayed none of the weight or assurance of someone with great and growing industry clout. Instead he seemed to trust that if he stayed quiet enough during our encounters I might forget he was there.

These days Smith tells stories, tells jokes. While he speaks he taps his fingers in time to some imagined and apparently buoyant interior music. If theres a reticence to him, still, it transmits as a cooler and more grown-up nonchalance. Life, is his deadpan explanation for the transformation. I went from being 23 to 28. It happens to everyone. Perhaps theres a little more to say. Under his solo stage name, Jamie xx has long tended a fertile sideline as a DJ and a producer of other artists work. In summer 2015 he released an album of his own, In Colour, that was enough of a hit to fuel a substantial world tour. He was nominated for the Mercury and Grammy awards. Its easy to see how much Jamies changed, says Madley Croft. Its obvious, because of his personal career hes more confident.

Sim and Madley Croft made guest appearances on their friends solo record. But this was very much Smiths project, one that had been building up for quite a while, and its gestation contributed directly to the years-long wait between the xxs second and third albums. The band started writing material for I See You as long ago as 2014. But the finish line, as Sim describes it, kept getting pushed further away into the future. He is diplomatic about the difficulty of Jamie just not being available. Even though he was really pushing himself, and not giving himself time off, getting face-time with him was tricky. Smith is apologetic. I was busy doing my thing. It was going well. I was happy in that way. But I was also anxious about finishing our [group] record. I definitely felt bad, coming and going. And I did understand that Romy and Oliver were really anxious to finish it. Because they didnt have They obviously had things going on. But they didnt have a creative outlet.

The band get ready to leave the hotel for an afternoon of rehearsals. Before we spill out into taxis I take Sim out of earshot of the other two, and ask: What about jealousy? We cant always rely on ourselves, as humans, to be perfectly delighted by our friends achievements. What did you and Romy really feel while Jamie was flying solo?

There were moments when I felt jealous of his time, Sim says.

And of his success?

Sim speaks carefully. I think of jealousy as: I dont want you to have this. And I felt proud of Jamie. I felt pleased for him that he had all of this going on. But, at the same time, I wanted this. Me and Romy wanted this. We wanted to be back up there, on stage, with a fire lit underneath us.

The trio strongly believe the hiatus has been beneficial to their music. I agree. After his secondment in a more dancefloor-orientated world, Smith has brought back with him to the xx a sense of pace and playfulness, obvious from the very first hands-in-the-air bars of the new record. Across its length the album has a brewed, stewy, experience-enriched quality, subtly but importantly different from the older stuff, which always had terrific clarity but which could lack human warmth.

From a bald commercial perspective the bands absence does not seem to have unduly alienated the fanbase. All tickets for seven nights at Londons Brixton Academy in March recently sold out. Still, there have been some surreal moments for Sim and Madley Croft during their semi-enforced sabbatical. They describe to me how bizarre it felt, trotting along to watch Smith play alone at Brixton, a spiritual home of sorts for the xx and a place they had played many times together. Only now two-thirds of the band were stood among the audience craning like everyone else to see over the next head.

Rehearsals are taking place at the venue for tonights show, a mid-sized arena on the outskirts of Vilnius. I ride there in a cab with Madley Croft, who has a digital camera and takes occasional pictures of the bleak winter landscape. Touring, she says, means seeing countries through the windows of cars. Tomorrow the band will fly to Japan. After that Australia, then Scandinavia, and eventually back for those Brixton dates and four other UK shows. They were on a killer tour the last time we met too. Then, they spoke to me about how strange an existence it was, their every need taken care of while they moseyed from encore to after-party. They made it sound cloying but also comforting, cocoon-ing, in Madley Crofts phrase. At the time I wondered what the effects might be, of the long tour finishing and all the machinery of the band falling away, leaving them to their own devices again.

It took an adjustment, Madley Croft says, of varying degrees for the three of them. She thinks Sim probably found it the hardest. Oliver, to me, is the natural performer of the band. I know he gets a lot of confidence from performing. And I sensed he might not be quite sure what his place was, for a while, when we were off stage. For herself, Madley Croft used the time away to address private matters shed ignored for some time. Stuff from the past. Losses Ive had. It all kind of hit me.

Smith, AKA Jamie xx, playing Londons Hyde Park last summer. Because of his personal career, hes more confident, says bandmate Photograph: RMV/Rex/Shutterstock

Wed touched lightly on this in Los Angeles her difficult backstory, intimately and pretty cruelly interwoven with the backstory of her band. She was only 11, in 2001, when her mother died. (This was a few years before she started writing music with Sim a friend from school in Putney, London as a form of escapism.) Her father died in early 2010 when she was 20. (By now, with Smith, another schoolfriend, the three were established as the xx. They were performing an early show in Paris when the news about Madley Crofts father reached them.) Towards the end of 2010 a close friend of hers, a cousin, died too. (The band had just won the Mercury and were becoming quite famous.) By the time I met them all in Los Angeles, Madley Croft was 22. Shed barely stopped touring or recording since her double bereavement in 2010, and I got the sense of a young woman putting a lot on hold.

The last few years have been, for me, about facing all of it, she explains. At the time I just went for it. Encore, after-party, encore, after-party. Its only on reflection I think how intense everything must have been, and how I just pushed it down. But everything comes up. Ive learned that everything comes up.

When we met before she was in the first months of a relationship with a designer, Hannah Marshall, who was then travelling with the band. They were sweet together, newly and sorely inked with matching tattoos patently in deep, even though Madley Croft seemed a little awkward in a public setting, as if she was getting used to her band-life and love-life intermingling. When we first got together Hannah was always so much better in social situations than me. I felt so shy. But through being with her I feel so much more at ease. Ive noticed thats happened in a different way with me than it has with the boys. And I know its because Ive been with someone.

The couple recently got engaged. It was the stability of the relationship, Madley Croft says, that gave her the grounding she needed to look squarely at her past. She went from pushing down thoughts about her parents to actually kind of craving going to therapy and dealing with it… Its an ongoing thing, she says. I feel like Ive dealt with a chunk. With a hell of a lot more than I ever did before. And the self-examination has borne creative fruit. Right in the middle of the xxs new album comes its tenderest and most nakedly spiritual track, Brave for You, a song that Madley Croft wrote about drawing strength from the memory of her parents.

We pull into the car park of the venue, sure weve got the right place because we can see the steaming figure of Sim, shivering in his coat, smoking a cigarette. Together he and Madley Croft clomp inside, shed their layers, and walk to the stage. She takes up her Les Paul guitar, he his Fender, and behind them on an elevated platform Smith finds his place among an array of mixers and synthesisers. Performing for an empty arena, they play a few old songs and a couple of newer ones, including Brave for You. Smith taps out a high rhythmic pulse. Sim waits for his moment to apply some bass. Madley Croft closes her eyes and sings: When Im scared/ I imagine you there/ Telling me to be brave

Madley Croft with her fiancee, designer Hannah Marshall. Photograph: David M Benett/Getty Images for Equipment

The rehearsal lasts a long time: hours. I perch with Smith in his mixing station and watch over his shoulder as the trio pick through 20-odd songs. Sometimes the noise, ringing off the exposed concrete of the arena, is tremendous. During uptempo songs Smith starts dancing, big-stepping in time like a cowboy at a line dance, thrashing his head like a metalhead in a mosh pit. Impossible to imagine, Madley Croft says, the old Jamie doing this.

Sim, frowning, the least at ease on stage today, unsticks a printed set list from the floor. He thinks back to the previous gig in Poland and says: Oh. I spoke in the wrong place last night. After a lifetime trying to maintain belief in the spontaneity of artist-to-audience banter, its a little shattering for me to learn that the xx arrange their chatty interludes in advance. But these guys are precision workers, broody perfectionists; and theyre rusty in their stagecraft after so long apart. When they rehearse a mid-gig spectacular of mashed-up songs, the music builds and builds, smoke machines gushing, some glorious climax imminent until at the clinching moment Smith slaps a button on his mixer and a deafening error-sound hums around the arena.

Everyone flinches. Argggh, shouts Smith. The mixer is unplugged and hauled away in machine-disgrace. The band take a break. Smith consults a roadie about a replacement. Sim drifts off stage. Madley Croft picks up her phone and taps out a message to someone.

Im starting to see that these three took very different paths away from their last album. Madley Croft into domestic stability and a worked-for interior peace. Smith into self-affirming solo work. Sims route took him where? He has always been the xxs most elliptical member, a charming if skittish, ambiguous interviewee. Unlike Madley Croft he has resisted overt statements about his sexuality. And the particulars of his family background, apparently as troubled as hers, remain much more opaque. When the New Yorker published a deep-digging profile of the band in 2014, the reporter was obliged to include a vague line about Sims early life, which was scarred by family dysfunction that he declines to discuss. Madley Croft has grown over time into openness, Smith into sureness. Sim seems still on his way somewhere.

Maybe theres a clue in the new music. I See You has a couple of tracks that come over as more direct and less cryptic than anything else in the bands back catalogue. A Violent Noise, for example, seems to be about partying too much, overdoing it (Youve been staying out late/ Trying your best to escape). In a subsequent track, Replica, chiefly written and sung by Sim, it sounds as if an unnamed parent is being addressed: Ive turned out just like you They all say I will become a replica/ [That] your mistakes were only chemical 25 and youre just like me Is it in my nature to be stuck on repeat?

Photograph: Suki Dhanda for the Observer

Away from the rehearsal I sit down with Sim and tell him the lyrics to Replica register, to me at least, as a kind of confession. A child of addiction, growing up to worry he has become an addict himself, wondering if the problem is unavoidable and hereditary or whether he can go down a different path. Does that sound accurate?

Sim, his large eyes open to their fullest extent, stares over my head for a while. Then he clears his throat and says: Um. Well. Thats kind of bang on, your reading.

He takes a breath. Yeah. Just kind of That was a big thing to deal with, over the past couple of years. Just kind of dealing with my relationship with using [drugs]. With drinking. And, um. And also my parents. Yeah. He says its a shock to realise that the private matters underlying this song have come over so plainly. This conversation is a bit of an eye-opener.

He started writing Replica, he says, a couple of years ago. Before I was taking any action. Or saying anything out loud. The bands 2012 tour had finished. The pace we were moving at stopped, suddenly. It was a pretty flaky existence Yknow, I left school thinking I wanted to live my life like a nomad, free-floating. Turns out I absolutely need some kind of structure. Living back in London again, structure-less, he thought of his drinking and drug-taking as blowing off steam. Later, I started to wonder if it was still charming to be the drunkest person in a room.

His decision to seek help took a while. A long, drawn-out decision. Smith was away gigging. Madley Croft was travelling the US with her girlfriend. I felt a bit lost. The schoolfriends all describe this period end of 2014, start of 2015 as the farthest apart theyd been from one another, geographically but emotionally too. As Madley Croft puts it: We werent in tune. Jamie was on tour. Oliver wasnt being entirely truthful with me about what he was going through. Walls were up.

When they did regather, Sim brought them the lyrics to Replica. Madley Croft recalls the moment. I thought: This is very real. Even though everything we do is real, this felt more transparent? It felt brave. And I loved that he let me in, to discuss it.

Sim makes it sound inevitable it should be writing, rather than talking, that helped bring down the walls between the band. Im a lot better and braver in songwriting than I am in conversation.

He says he has noticed, of course, how much his two friends have evolved in recent years. Theyve come on in leaps and bounds. He says he feels more sluggish in his own progress, a bit stunted People are like, So Jamies done his record and toured the world. What have you done? To be honest, Ive just been at home, figuring stuff out. He doesnt seem to realise that hes made the most progress of everyone. I ask him how long hes been sober.

Watch the video for the xxs Say Something Loving.

Eleven months, he says.

And?

And lifes been transitional, he says, smiling shyly. Quite a shift. Tonights show in Vilnius, for instance, the fifth of the current tour, will be the fifth show hes done in his career without drink. Its why I dont maybe feel so confident here. I dont have that support. I dont have my booze blanket. Everything feels more raw.

Are you happier?

Im. He stops and considers. Im Yes, I am happy. Im sort of adjusting to a different pace of life. But yeah, Im good. I feel anxious. About the next year [of touring], and being away from home. I wonder how its going to play out. But Im excited too. He might be about to experience the beginnings of a music career for a second time. I realise I was never entirely present before. Booze took away the nerves. But it also, like, definitely capped the highs. If hes sacrificed some self-confidence, he says, at least hes gained some self-understanding. Madley Croft agrees. I think hes getting to know himself. Who he is, as a 27-year-old, not as a performer on stage, but in life. Im really proud of him.

Soon enough their rehearsal resumes. Theres not long to go until the show now, and fans are beginning to appear in the snow outside. The band practise what will be the nights final run of songs. They try Intro, one of the first things they ever wrote together, as well as a new track, a happy-sad doozy called On Hold, which explores the ways in which life can seem to move at different speeds for different people. Transitioning from the old song to the new, Smith turns a dial on his mixer. Madley Croft steps forward and sings her half of the shared lyrics, Sim his. Then they sway, gently, by their mic stands.

At the end of the song the two guitarists lay down their instruments. Smith tidies his things. Madley Croft walks around taking a few photographs of the arena before it fills with people. Sim, before he leaves the stage, attaches a small light to his microphone stand. So that hell be able to find his way back to it, later, in the dark.

I See You is out now on Young Turks. The xx play UK shows from 4-17 March

from All Of Beer http://allofbeer.com/the-brave-new-world-of-the-xx-pops-brooding-perfectionists/

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aries: what are you passionate about?

writing! fiction and specifically sci-fi and fantasy…. theres so many possibilities its limitless

taurus: name 3 of your favorite books.

“anatomy of a girl gang” by ashley little; “mosquitoland” by david arnold; “fangirl” by rainbow rowell

gemini: what was the last text you sent?

i wished @thegreatmcmidget a happy shared birthday!

cancer: if you could choose your child’s zodiac sign, what would it be?

probably scorpio? i know they have a bad rep but i find i get along rly well with most scorpios ive met!!

leo: name something you love about yourself.

im resilient as shit!! im like a damn cockroach but not gross

virgo: what’s your #1 pet peeve?

self-centeredness in all the different ways it manifests; rudeness, being inconsiderate, walking slow on a crowded street, not giving up ur seat on the bus for people who need it more

libra: describe your dream partner.

someone with a big heart and a good appreciation for memes

scorpio: do you trust easily?

depends on the context of how i know the person + the vibe i get from them!! most of the time im fairly trusting tho

sagittarius: if you could travel to any place in the world, where would it be?

not to be That White Bitch but i rly wanna do europe!! specifically france and italy

capricorn: what’s your dream job?

either a novelist, journalist, or a social worker with better pay

aquarius: do you believe in aliens?

hell yeah?? not even in like a ‘roswell happened and the government is covering it up’ kind of way but its so self-centered to think that we’re the only somewhat intelligent life that could have ever managed to develop

pisces: describe someone you love.

kindhearted and so strong, but self-reliant to a fault

sun: describe yourself in 3 words.

fairy squad mother

moon: what’s your favorite song?

it changes like every week lmao

rising/asc: how would you describe your style?

very basic and trendy, but comfort is the #1 priority

mars: are you easily angered?

it varies; the exact same situation can piss me off beyond any help on one day but not bother me the next!! it usually depends on outside factors (whether ive taken my meds/how my life is going atm/etc.) but i try to practice mindfulness and patience

venus: what’s your aesthetic?

inner-city cosmic entity

mercury: what color do you talk in?

blush pink

jupiter: what moral do you live by?

��do no harm, but take no shit”

saturn: what’s your biggest fear?

that everyone i care about sees me as the helpless annoyance i see myself as

uranus: are you rebellious?

in theory? hell yes. in practice? only when i feel relatively safe

neptune: share one of your dreams.

to be self-assured. not to the point of ignorance or dismissing others but to feel like im qualified to make the decisions being asked of me

pluto: what’s the biggest thing you’ve learned by far in your life?

do your best, but don’t be disappointed when life fucks over your plans. take pride in how far you got yourself before that point.

lilith: do you have any guilty pleasures?

dude im still a homestuck blog in 2017 every one of my interests is a guilty pleasure

chiron: have you ever broken a bone?

one time i broke my wrist trying to fight an older kid at a park

ceres: are you a momfriend?

lmfaooo am i ever

pallas: do you have a good relationship with your parents?

my relationship with my mom is getting better as time goes on!! theres always gonna be unresolved tension and baggage but right here and now we’re good. my dad is a whole nother story

juno: do you believe in soul mates?

maybe?? but with the idea that there are many different people who are gonna be perfect for you at any given time in your life, and none of them are meant to be The One Forever. there’s no such thing as one true love but that doesn’t mean there aren’t people who connect with you on a whole nother level who you can have a long and fulfilling relationship with

1st house: are you confident?

i like to think so!!

2nd house: if you could only keep one of your personal items, what would you choose?

ngl my phone; my entire life is on here. i mean yes it would be tough to get rid of my childhood mementos and other things of sentimental value but i’d still be able to function without them

3rd house: do you like to read?

yes!!

4th house: what does your bedroom look like?

right now its mostly boxes still!! i moved over a month ago but ive barely had any time to unpack and not all of my furniture is here still. i do have the corner above my bed set up w my tapestry and all my ticket stubs and stuff tho!!

5th house: name your favorite movie or show.

homestuck is my favourite anime 😂

6th house: do you participate in community service?

i volunteer when i have time!! this will be my 2nd year volunteering for We Day, and i want to do a Big Brothers Big Sisters mentorship over the summer. however i don’t have time to do as much as i want to :/

7th house: if you could choose, what zodiac sign would you like your dream partner to be?

idc honestly

8th house: do you believe in reincarnation?

i don’t strongly believe in it but it is the post-death theory that makes the most sense to me!!

9th house: what’s your favorite quote?

for someone who loves reading and writing so much i actually don’t know a lot of quotes

10th house: are you good at public speaking?

fuck no!!

11th house: what sign(s) is your best friend/squad?

a lot of scorpios, a lot of capricorns!! a few virgos and 2 saggitariuses

12th house: do you like to be alone?

i like being alone but i dont like being lonely; i’m someone who needs to be by myself a lot to recharge and take care of myself but since i started living on my own ive found i do have limits

#cielaestrada #letters

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ six.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: sorry for the late chapter! was a pain to write that one scene bleughgihghghgdh happy reading! 💓

Warnings: Swearing, some angst, that P*ul Pr*nt*r scene ew

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Rockfield Farm, 1975

“Recording studio?” Roger said, looking around the farm with a puzzled gaze.

“Well, the idea was to get away from all distractions,” Paul replied, grabbing the suitcases from the trunk.

As you all entered the little house that you will all be staying in, you all followed Paul up the stairs to head to your rooms.

“Right, I know it’s not the Ritz. Not even close,” Paul pointed to the first door to the left, “Roger, you’re in here.”

“Right,” Roger sighed, entering the door before Paul continued, “(Y/N), this is you. Biggest room,” He smiled, as you passed him to enter your room.

“Brian, that’s you. John, you’re downstairs.” He said, as he gestured John to follow him.

As soon as you settled into your bedroom, you immediately grabbed your notebook and sat by the window.

You’ve been working on a song lately, and it was for B- Matthew. As cliche as it sounds, it was very difficult to write since words cannot express how much you loved Matthew.

Thinking of all the memories you’ve shared with him, you immediately scribbled on the paper, feeling tears fill your eyes.

Chuckling lightly as you thought of a line, your hand shakes as you start to breathe in deeply, trying not to get too emotional.

But, you did.

Leaning back onto your seat with a small smile, “Oh, that’s really good,” You sniffed.

As you tried to finish the song, you finally let it all out, tears dropping onto the paper.

Love of my life, you’ve hurt me

You’ve broken my heart

And now you leave me

Love of my life, can’t you see?

Bring it back, bring it back

Don’t take it away from me

Because you don’t know

What it means to me

When your fingers stopped dancing along the black and white keys, you swore you felt tears rushing through your eyes again.

Trying to ignore it, you leaned over the table next to you and took some notes.

“It’s beautiful,” Paul said, sitting down on the seat not far from the piano.

He stood up from his position and walked towards you, “What’s it called?”

“Love of My Life. I wrote it for Matthew,” You smiled, the brunette coming into your mind again.

“If you say so,” Paul replied, before taking another drag and reaching over you to extinguish the cigarette on the ashtray near you.

As you took some more notes, clearly aware of the very close proximity between you and Paul, you felt his heavy breathing and gaze on you.

Shrugging it off, you just continued to write until you suddenly felt a pair of lips smash themselves against yours.

As your lips moved against each other for far too long, you pulled away quickly, your hand on his chest, but not pushing away.

His hand squeezed your shoulder, as he looked down on you with an almost hungry gaze.

You looked up at him, biting your lip before letting out a chuckle, “Don’t, don’t misunderstand, Paul,” You shook your head, “Matthew knows me in a way that no one else ever will.”

Paul pulled your chin up to look towards him, “I know you, (Y/N) Mercury.”

“Is that what you think? Oh no, you don’t know me,” You smirked, pulling his hand away from your chin, “You just see what you want to see.”

“We work together, that’s all.”

The next morning

“What does that even mean, ‘not strong enough’?” Roger fumed, before you walked into the kitchen.

“I know I’m late, what did I miss?” You asked, as you walked over beside John, grabbing a cup of coffee.

“Discussing Roger’s car song,” John sighed, before Brian added, “Is it strong enough? That’s all I’m asking. If I’m on my own here, then I apologize,” He held his hands up.

Roger looked at each of them in disbelief before pointing over to Brian, “How does your new song go then, hm?”

After he hastily grabbed the paper in front of Brian, “You call me sweet… like I’m some kind of cheese.”

“It’s good,” Brian nodded, before Roger barked, “Wow!”

“When my hand’s on your grease gun...That’s very subtle isn’t it?” Brian read out loud from Roger’s lyrics.

You and John were just trying hard not to laugh at these two idiots argue over their songs.

“It’s a metaphor, Brian!” Roger argued before John replied, “It’s just a bit weird, Roger, what exactly are you doing with that car?”

“Children, please. We can all murder each other but then who would be left to record this album?” You disputed, putting down your coffee on the table.

“Statistically speaking, most bands don’t fail, they break up,” John added.

“Why the hell would you say something like that?” You looked at John with a frown, before he shrugged.

“Roger, there’s only room in this band for one hysterical queen,” You stated, before taking a box of cigarettes and leaving the room.

As soon as you left the room, you already heard plates and glasses breaking, Roger screaming, which was totally normal.

“Not the coffee machine!”

Chuckling to yourself, you shook your head because you didn’t get to see what was happening in the kitchen once you left.

As you walked through the farm, you let all the sights in, breathing in the smell of grass and cold air.

After taking a drag, you began to walk more until you reached the house, mind immediately switching on the sound of that tune that you played for Matthew for the first time.

Throwing away the cigarette, you immediately walked towards the house and went inside.

Goodbye, everybody

I’ve got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh, ooh, ooh

I don’t wanna die

I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all

Gasping as your fingers paused on the keys, you let out a breath and laughed softly to yourself,

This is it.

Bonus:

This was it. This was the song.

You let out a chuckle, immediately grabbing your notebook and started writing down notes for this new song.

As you were scribbling, your door suddenly slammed open to reveal John with a clearly frustrated expression.

“Roger locked himself in the cupboard.”

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ five.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: sorry i haven’t been posting !!! this chapter was kind of a pain to write so i apologize if it does seem kinda bad heuheuhsudh. happy reading! 💓

Warnings: Mentions of drinking and smoking, suggestive themes

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“Do you really think she’ll sing this?” Roger asked, holding onto a piece of paper, while looking at Brian, confused.

Brian shrugged, “It’s worth a try.”

“I do kind of like the song,” Roger said, “But, it’s literally about girls’ arses, Brian, she’ll never sing this!”

“Sing what?”

Brian, Roger, and John all jumped at your sudden appearance, letting out breaths when they see it was just you, sipping on a juice box.

Brian then cleared his throat, and stammered, “Oh, uh, it’s noth-”

“Brian wrote a song,” Roger interrupted, immediately handing over the piece of paper over to you.

The curly-haired guitarist then smacked his blond friend’s arm in annoyance before he started to tap on his chin in nervousness, cheeks warming up, while watching you read the lyrics.

Roger expected a sour look to appear on your face while you read the paper, but then got a smile slowly growing on your face instead.

“It’s alright if you don’t want to sing it,” Brian sighed, “I was stupid to ask-”

“Fuck yeah, I’ll sing it.”

I've been singing with my band

Across the wire, across the land

I seen every blue eyed floozy on the way, hey

But their beauty and their style

Went kind of smooth after a while

Take me to them dirty ladies every time

You couldn’t decide whether you loved America or not. It was definitely your kind of place but, some people can be such a drag.

Like last night, all four of you were out in a random pub and this stocky man kept flirting with you but luckily, your three favorite lads were there to protect you.

All of them were pissed off by it, especially Brian. You didn’t think that it would still irk him until the next day.

Maybe he was just was protective of his friend?

All of the bus trips to different parts of America mostly consisted of you sleeping, drinking, smoking, destroying the lads in Scrabble, and, Roger, sometimes Brian and John, picking up a few girls here and there.

It was a quite annoying and it bothered you a lot, but that was the new lifestyle, I guess.

C'mon!

Oh, won't you take me home tonight?

Oh, down beside your red firelight

“We love you, Cleveland!”

“We love you, Houston!”

Oh, and you give it all you got

“We love you, Denver! Very happy to be here!”

Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round

“And are the crowds big?” Matthew asked through the phone.

“Well, we’re selling out every night. I just wish you were here to see it, they really love us.” You replied, leaning against the payphone.

“We love you, Portland!”

Hey, listen here!

Now I got mortgages on homes

You can’t help but playfully tap Brian’s arse, “He’s got a big arse, too!”

I got stiffness in my bones

“We love you, New Orleans!”

Ain't no beauty queens in this locality, I tell you

“We love you, Atlanta!”

Oh, but I still get my pleasure

Still got my greatest treasure

You called over the blond drummer to the front, “Rog! Come down here and say hello!”

“We love you, Pittsburgh!”

“Roger!”

Heap big woman, you done made a big man of me

“I’m good, I just miss you,” Matthew said, feeling a bit lonely in your shared flat.

“What are you doing? You can’t possibly be having any fun without me.” You replied, playfully.

He chuckled, “Nothing as exciting as America.”

As he was saying this, you noticed a familiar man pass by you, you didn’t realize you were staring until he, himself, stared back and had a little smug smile on his face.

He continued to walk towards the bathroom, your eyes not leaving him.

“Say hi to the boys for me,” Matthew’s voice snapped you back to reality, before you stammered, “I will, I love you.”

“Bye, (Y/N), I love you.” Matthew breathed, before ending the call to go to work.

As the man opened the bathroom door, he looked back toward you once more with a suggestive smirk and went inside.

You put the phone back and leaned against the wall, getting a view of his black t-shirt that had your band’s logo on the back above the word, ‘crew.’

Get on your bikes and ride

Ooh yeah, oh yeah, them fat bottomed girls

Fat bottomed girls

Yeah yeah yeah

Alright, ride 'em, c'mon

Fat bottomed girls, yes yes

Looking at the closed door with a sigh, you began to reflect on all the times you had felt this way, or had this kind of moment.

You felt. . . somewhat unhappy or empty. But, what more could you ask for? You and your band were literally rockstars at this point.

You still couldn’t quite figure it out yet but luckily, the amazing shows and its crowds were there to distract you from it.

After you had all returned home from the tour, a meeting was set up between the band and Ray Foster.

It was way past the agreed meeting time and Ray Foster’s office was currently in complete utter silence, except for the occasional tongue-clicking and sighs, as everyone including Reid, Paul and, Jim Beach all waited for you.

The silence was suddenly interrupted with the door slamming open, “Hello,” You greeted, walking in with an outfit that clearly contrasted everyone else’s.

“You’re late,” Foster said with a somewhat annoyed tone, as you made your way to the empty seat, “Am I?”

As you passed by, your bandmates’ eyes couldn’t help but follow your ‘figure’ that Brian definitely did not write that song about, wearing the shortest shorts they’ve ever seen.

Paul smiled, before gesturing towards the empty seat, “Saved you a seat.”

“Lovely,” You said, before sitting down, immediately grabbing a cigarette from your jacket pocket.

“Okay, so, now that we’re all here, Jim, this is Ray Foster, Ray, this is the band’s lawyer, Jim Beach,” Reid introduced them.

“Oh, you must stop calling him that,” You said, as you lit up your cigarette.

Reid sighed, “That’s his name.”

“No, we cannot keep calling him ‘Jim Beach’. No, that’s absurd, not to mention, unspeakably boring.” You counter, before taking a drag.

“Miami,” You announced, Brian letting out a chuckle, “From now on, I dub thee, Miami Beach!” You grinned, as you pointed towards him.

Jim chuckled, “The sun always sets behind you, doesn’t it? On. . . Miami Beach.”

You shot him a smile in amusement, “Hm.”

“Right. Now that everybody’s got an acceptable name, let’s get to it,” Foster began, “Look, we just really need something special. More hits, like Killer Queen. . . only bigger.”

You grabbed a record from the bag beside your chair and stood up, walking towards the record player by Foster’s desk.

“It’s not bloody widgets we’re making,” Roger chided, “We can’t just reproduce Killer Queen.”

Replacing the record with the one that you brought, “No,” You set down the tone arm onto the record, “We can do better.”

As music started to play, you looked towards your bandmates with a knowing smile before taking a drag out of your cigarette.

Brian looked at you in amusement as you started to sway around behind Foster, “It’s opera,” Foster said with a deadpan tone.

“Opera!” Reid nodded, before Paul joined in too, “Opera!”

Your bandmates nodded in enjoyment as John says, “Yeah, there seems to be an echo in here!”

Swaying along with the music, your bandmates join along as well, while Foster just looked at you in bewilderment.

As the louder part of the song came, your hand moved along with it, ending literally with a bang on Foster’s desk.

You and your bandmates began to shake, trying hard not to laugh out loud at Foster’s reaction.

Afterwards, you slowly swayed your way back to the record player, before turning down the volume.

“See, we don’t want to repeat ourselves, the same formula, over and over,” Brian explained.

“Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time,” You continued, as Brian nodded in agreement.

“Formulas work. Let’s stick with the formulas, I like formulas,” Foster said, a smile growing on his face.

Completely ignoring what he just said, “We’ll call the album. . .” You looked over towards your bandmates, “A Night at the Opera.”

Foster sighed, “Are you aware that no one actually likes opera?”

“I like opera,” Miami chimed, “Do you?” Foster looked over to him before Reid chimed in as well, “I do.”

“No, don’t misunderstand, darling. It’s a rock and roll record. . . with the scale of opera, the pathos of Greek tragedy, the wit of Shakespeare, the. . . unbridled joy of musical theater,” You grinned.

Your bandmates nodded in agreement, before you continued, “It’s a musical experience, rather than just another record.”

“Something for everyone. . . something. . .” You looked over towards your bandmates, “Something that will make people feel belongs to them.”

“We’ll mix genres, we’ll cross boundaries, we’ll. . . we’ll speak in bloody tongues if we want to!” You chuckled.

“There’s no musical ghetto that can contain us!” Roger argued.

“That’s it,” You pointed towards him.

“No one knows what Queen means because it doesn’t mean one thing!” John added.

Foster sighed, before looking over towards Reid, “What do you think, John?”

“I. . . agree with the band,” Reid gestured towards you all before Foster replied, “Of course you do. How about you, uh. . .”

“Miami,” Jim answered, as you look at him with a grin, “Fortune favors the bold.”

You turned towards Foster, placing both your hands on his desk, “Surely, a man of your. . . unique taste isn’t afraid of a little risk?”

Foster then shook his head at you, “Please don’t make me regret this.”

You grinned as you pointed towards him,

“You’re fun.”

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milkchu · 6 years ago

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ two.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: i was so excited to post this chapter so why tf not. btw, a new character will be introduced (or was already kinda introduced) and i think you all gotta be in love w him for now haha i thought that freddie highmore would be perfect for him bc he’s a f*ckin cutie, also so you can visualize him. happy reading! 💓

Warnings: None.

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Time has passed ever since your first meeting with your now two bandmates, Brian and Roger.

It was a pain to find a decent bassist, but it was definitely worth it. You finally found John Deacon, a cute, soft lad that is definitely amazing at playing bass.

Tonight was your first gig with them, and you were nervous beyond measure. You never really performed in front of a crowd before, so this was your first time.

Plus, you couldn’t get that cute brown-haired boy out of your head. You took note of what his friend said the night you went looking for Brian and Roger, so here you are.

It took some time and asking to find ‘Radio Box’ but here you were, currently looking through random records.

Mindlessly flipping through each record, you finally caught a familiar face talking to a customer.

You looked down right away, pretending to look for a random record until, “So, you like Icelandic Rock?”

Letting out a gasp at the sudden voice, you clutched your chest, before looking beside you to find him.

Realizing it was the cute boy you’ve been thinking about for so long, you somehow gathered yourself quickly and said, “Well, you see, I’m not like other people.”

He lets out a chuckle, amused, before holding his hand out to you, “I didn’t think you would come here, I’m Matthew.”

You took his hand, which felt really warm and soft, by the way, and shook it, “(Y/N).”

Matthew smiles, still shaking your hand, “(Y/N),” He hums, which definitely made your heart flutter.

It was the first time you got a proper look at his sparkling, green eyes. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen so far. He really looked like he wouldn’t hurt a soul.

Before things become too awkward, you quickly let go of his hand, conscious that your hand might be too sweaty already.

“So, uh, (Y/N), if you need anything, just call for me,” He sent you another one of his soft smiles.

You immediately felt warmth envelope both your cheeks before nodding, “Alright.”

Before he could walk away, you called out for him, “By the way, um, my band and I are performing tonight. . .at the pub.”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, then.” Then turns away to help out any other customer in need.

When he went out of your sight, you definitely let out a tiny squeal to yourself, the people around you looking at you funny.

Later that night . . .

“Hello, everybody,” Brian says into the mic, as you all enter the stage.

You come out in a flowy, silk, ruffled top that you borrowed from Poppy, immediately spotting Matthew in the crowd.

“We’ve got a few, uh, fresh faces,” Brian points to John, who waves at the crowd with his bass in hand, “This is John Deacon, our bass player.”

“And our new lead singer, (Y/N) (Y-Y/O/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/O/L/N).” Brian added, before small cheers were heard.

“That’s right,” You smile and nod at the crowd, fumbling with your fingers in nervousness.

Lastly, Brian points to Roger in the back, “And uh, Roger, of course, the biggest member of them all.”

Roger then grins at the crowd, a random girl shouting out, “Hi, Roger!”, which you’ve gotten used to by now.

“Hello, all you beautiful people,” You leaned towards the microphone, the crowd becoming quiet before some bloke in the crowd shouted, “Where’s Tim? Who’s the bird?”

Matthew then turned to you, a worried look crossing his face, but you just chose to ignore the comments.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” Roger asks from behind. You nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Brian began the song, as you leaned down to grab your tambourine and just started banging it against your hip.

Grabbing the microphone, it wouldn’t budge, so you just started struggling to get it out, resulting in the crowd laughing at your attempts.

But you continued anyway, “Keep yourself alive.”

Brian then looks at Roger, utterly confused. But, then you finally got the microphone out, a part of the stand coming along with it.

You almost hit poor John, but you just went with it.

You then started to bang the tambourine against it and just started swaying and dancing across the small stage.

All of your bandmates just stare at you in a combination of confusion and amazement, and just continued on playing.

I was told a million times of all the troubles in my way,

Mind you grow a little wiser little better every day,

But if I rode a million rivers, and I crossed a million miles,

At your side, “No, no,” Brian shook his head at you, “Wrong lyric!”

Sold a million mirrors in shopping alley ways,

The confused guitarist then looks back towards Roger, shaking his head at your mistake.

But I never saw my face in any window any day,

Now they say your folks are telling you, be a superstar,

Tell you, just be satisfied, stay right where you are,

Then the boys join in,

Keep yourself alive!

You then pointed the tambourine towards the crowd,

All you people, keep yourself alive!

Then you pranced towards Brian because you didn’t quite get what he said earlier, “Learn the song, (Y/N).”

But then you just continued to sway and dance around the stage, unaware of Matthew’s captivated gaze towards you.

He knew, from this moment, that you were born for this.

One year later . . .

Gigs at the usual pub then turned to performances at different locations. Your band was finally getting some recognition, but lately, you’ve been yearning for something bigger.

It has been a good past few months, dates with Matthew then got you closer than ever, eventually evolving into a steady relationship.

You were currently sitting at the bus stop, fresh out of work, thank god, you were out early that day. You were looking through the newspaper, circling the box that advertised a ‘spacious studio.’

You then heard a familiar honk, making you look towards the van that had your bandmates inside.

Walking towards them, You looked at them with an annoyed gaze, “You’re late.”

Finally getting inside, you all hit the road for your little tour around the country.

Then, with bad timing, the van broke down, which all made you stop in the middle of nowhere, John trying to fix the situation.

You were currently leaning on the side of the van, looking at the newspaper once more for some other studio ads.

“This is bollocks!” Roger complained, pacing around the little road, one of the sandwiches that you made, just in case the lads got hungry, in hand.

On the other side, John grunts, struggling to fix the broken down tire.

“It’s, uh, counterclockwise, I think you’ll find, John,” Brian says, as he passes by him.

“Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian, would you like to do it? Please, feel free.” John then shoots back at him.

Brian then holds his hands up, “No, no, no, you’re doing a good job.”

John just looks at Brian with a tight-lipped smile, clearly tired and pissed.

“We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!” Roger fumed.

John then positions himself beside you before you said, “Trouble is, we’re just not thinking big enough,” Your eyes not leaving the newspaper in front of you.

“What have you got in mind, (Y/N)?” Brian asks, puzzled.

“An album,” You smiled, before turning back towards the newspaper.

“We can’t afford an album,” John says, still panting from trying to fix the tire.

Your smile then grew bigger, “Oh, we’ll find a way.”

They all look at you in confusion, Roger furrowing his eyebrows at you, before you added, “How much do you think we can get for this van?”

“I hope you’re joking,” Roger replied, raising his eyebrows at you.

After some heavy persuasion and Roger throwing a tantrum, and breaking some windows, here you are, handing over a big stack of money towards the man who works at the studio.

“That’s three months’ wages,” John says, looking at the money in distress.

“And a perfectly good van,” Roger added.

“Don’t be so dramatic, darling,” You beamed, before patting Roger on the cheek, “You’re recording an album tonight!”

You then started walking towards the recording booth, passing by your bandmates and boyfriend, and clapped,

“Let’s go!”

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