#freddie merury

[greenthena]

Crowley Playlist

Add whatever you think he's listening to...yes, of course you can add Queen, I'm just not starting with Freddie My Love.

[lilyhog]

Ayo

[bowieandqueen11]

Hey if you're stil doing ships i'd like one too. i'm a straight gal w long curly-wavy hair, deep brown eyes. i am obsessed with classic rock and guitar solos! i like astrology and read it at times! as personality, i can tolerate and am understanding but i can snap easily at times. Friends describe me as cool, loyal and intelligent. as hobbies, i like drawing. Ocasionally i can be sassy and sarcastic, but like in a cool way. I like going out in parks alot!

Hello @alixiie love hope you’re doing well!

I ship you with: Brian May!

Brian would zoom along the track, his hair poofing slightly and whipping into his squinting eyes as his hands grip the little black wheel. His long lanky legs squish together against his chest, bouncing slightly against the edge of the cold white metal as his feet push further on the pedals, zooming past Freddie, who shouts out with a loud cheer. He jams into Deaky who squeaks slightly at the contact, his jacket flapping in the late night wind before he zooms away again, the car rattling slightly as he zips in between the other carnival goers. The bright neon lights flash against his eyes like hot rays as Roger bumps into his back, jolting him as surprise flashes on his face as he leans back to shout a low profanity, hoarse chuckles escaping his lips. As he drives forward to get away, he thwacks against the front of the dodgem car with a loud thud, Gazing up, an apology about to tumble from his lips, he stops, the loud chattering and screams of children and the carnival music that beats against his heart like a strumming bass fades into the background of his mind, his eyes widening like shooting stars as he sees your curly waves bounce against your cheeks like an angel upon her sombre car of star, your deep eyes glimmering like the swirling starry night as his mouth drops, childish amusement and freedom lining your features as you wave hesitantly. He reaches up to wave back, before laughter bubbles in your throat as Roger slams into him again, his tongue sticking out and leg nearly falling out of the car.

He would absolutely love your love for classic rock and guitar solos, constantly dragging you into the studio, his face blushing and eyes lidded as he tries to impress you. As he jumps up onto the drum riser, he tries to make you laugh by puffing his chest out and striking a silly pose, hoarse chuckles escaping his lips as his eyes never leave yours, his head shaking happily to watch the magical symphony of your giggles that echo through the cream walls. He picks up his guitar, strumming away at the keys as you rest your head against the sofa, his eyes watching your hair splayed over like silk, his hands desperate to touch, his mind wandering and daydreaming about the dips and curves of your cheek. When Deaky and Freddie knock on the studio window, huge grins on their face as they wave a packet of peanuts in his line of vision, he shakes his head desperately, trying to get them to leave.

He would be so enamoured with your love for astrology. He would lead you outside, fingers entangled and tugging on yours like a desperate puppy as he pushes you against the dewy grass, thumping his head down upon your chest as his heart thumps like a thousand burning suns. His curls tickle your chin lightly as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you tight against his side, anchoring him to the ground as he gazes up at the stars, his mouth whirring with knowledge as he talks to you animatedly about space. However, as you’re searching through the inky cosmos, you don’t notice his gaze fall and settle upon your smile with such a hot look of devotion as he nestles his head against your neck again.

He would find your understanding and loyal nature so cute, loving to spend days with you both out with the boys, his arm tight around you as you natter about everything and everyone, happiness bursting from every fibre of his body as the boys all pass knowing looks between each other. However, on the days when he’d had enough of you having to help him when Deaky had become to salty, and although you loved when you quipped with Roger over the lyrics of his songs, silly and sibling like teasing passing between the two of you, he would want nothing more than to lay in bed with you, the steady beat of your heart relaxing him more than anything else as his cold legs collapse on top of yours under the lumpy marshmallow mattress.

He would find your love for drawing and parks so cute! He would adore spending weekends with you sitting by a babbling brook, the grass crunchy under his thighs and daisies blooming towards the sky, kissing against the wind as he leans on his elbows, winking cheekily at you as you giggle, tracing his outline on your pad of paper. The sun would raise the blush on his face like the petals of peonies as he watches you, intent and intense on your art as the spring wind caresses your cheeks and pushes your curls against your temple, never having felt so safe and loved in all his life.

[zairapvrker]

current situation: my best friend is skipping school tomorrow bc she’s coming down with a fever, but she’s still seeing borhap sing along version with me in the evening.

we’ve already seen this film three times.

i love us.

[freddiescat39]

Can I be on #team chest hair?

✰ Freddie a Legend ✰

[vibing-to-mmmmm]

freddy merury was high as fuk. fight me in this one

[jarabecsmyspace2008]

boyyyy how did i get so into Queen. it started checking some pictures of Freddie Merury with cats and BOOM.

[joechristieartstudio]

Lets Paint Freddie Merury - Joe Christie Art Studio

[lacebird]

Superfave and superfab

I’d guess 21?

[shamonewow]

[zairapvrker]

the necklace // ben hardy!roger taylor

here you go with part two!

Summary: Roger forgot his lucky necklace and made you brake the law to get it back.

Warnings: none.

As soon as the group left for the reception desk, you made a run for the elevator, furiously pressing the button as your feet bounced up and down impatiently.

All of this time you had been holding Roger’s hand and you hadn’t even noticed, but he had. His heart was beating a mile an hour- and it wasn’t because he was afraid of getting caught.

When the elevator doors closed and you were the only ones in there, you sighed in relief. Bringing a hand to your forehead you moved some hair, that had escaped your up-do, away from your eyes.

«Do you remember which floor it was on?» you asked.

«Hm?» he asked mindlessly. He really hadn’t been paying attention, you were kind of distracting standing there with your hand holding his and still out of breath for the run. It wasn’t always that he thought of you this way, but when he did he went all in- and it scared him.

Your stern look snapped him back into reality. «I think it was down the hall from mine»

Nodding, you pressed the button and took a step near him. «Alright, I can open the door, then you bolt in, find that damned necklace and we make a run for it. Got it?» you explained.

«How do you plan on unlocking the door?» he laughed looking at you.

«Jabbing the lock with a bobby pin like in the movies» you laughed back. He was so mesmerised by the way you scrunched up your nose and threw your head back while laughing. By how your smile was contagious and how your eyes sparkled. Oh boy, was this an epiphany to have in an elevator.

A ding was heard and the doors of the elevator opened, revealing an empty corridor. Roger started walking towards the room and you followed closely. He gestured for you to be quiet as he knocked on the door. A few moments passed, in which you both held your breath, but no one answered the door. Relieved, you went for your purse and dug a bobby pin out of it, immediately starting to work on the door. The blond drummer was on the lookout for anyone who might’ve walked out of the elevator.

«Can you work a little faster?» he asked nervously.

«Would you like to do it?» you bit back looking up at him.

«No, by all means please keep up, you’re doing such a good job» he retorted ironically. You scoffed as you turned back around, jabbing harder into the lock.

Finally, it clicked and you let out a squeal in delight. You triumphantly looked at Roger, hurrying him into the room. «Please find it fast» you begged as he looked for the necklace on the nightstand.

After what felt like forever, as you were watching the corridor, he exclaimed “got it!”. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you took a step into the corridor and waited for him to get out of the room. As soon as he did he grabbed your hand and made a run for the elevator.

He was clicking the button when you heard a voice getting closer and closer. Roger’s eyes widened in realisation and he unconsciously squeezed your hand. You looked at each other in the eyes, one single thought crossing both of your minds.

«Shit»

°°°°°°

«What do we do?» you whispered, paniking.

Roger looked around once again, the voice was nearing and the elevator wouldn’t come up from a few floors below.

«I honestly have no idea» he whispered back.

You looked around and just as you saw the woman and someone else descending the last steps of the stairs coming from the floor above, you pushed Roger against you -your back on the wall by a door- and freed him of his jacket. He gave you a confused look as you wrapped your arms around his neck and propped one elbow on his shoulder, holding the jacket up so that it was at least covering his face, and kissed him.

You waited until you heard the door close and only then pulled away. Roger had now his hands on your waist and was looking at you mesmerized and a little shocked. But he was smiling, and so were you.

«Why did you do it?» he asked softly.

«Well, your face is one someone doesn’t forget» you tucked a strand of hair away from his face. «And public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable»

He chuckled softly. «You’re a genius»

«Thanks» you smiled. «What do you say we go now?»

Nodding he took your hand once again and you made your way to the elevator. While in it, he never let go of your hand.

«What necklace was it anyway?» you asked as you made your way to a taxi that was parked nearby.

«The one you got me for our first gig after we signed with EMI» he smiled at you. «I always have it on me since then»

And you probably would never admit it to him until later in the night - when you were both exhausted and waiting for your flight still in your fancy clothes while everyone else had showered and changed into something comfortable, laughing at you both - but you liked the fact that he still had it on him.

And you also liked him, as he liked you.

My masterlist

[rain-rock-royce]

[frederickmercury-blog]

1989

[valinda87-blog]

I always knew I was a star and now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me. - Freddie

[sister-sytrik-blog]

Bohemian Rhapsody is your favorite Queen song? Tell me more about what a hardcore fan you are.