#i feel like this is mostly me bleating on about nothing in particular ha sorry

[amestiberiuskirk]

I heard Maycury? 👀👀 Could I ask to see some protective!Brian?

Ask and ye shall receive 🥳

Freddie's always been a big believer in the rule of three when it comes to things going wrong and he's already stepped in Jerry's water bowl and caught a glimpse of a less-than-pleasant headline on Miami's desk, hastily tugged out of sight by the man himself when he saw Freddie's eyes land on it. He didn't give in to the urge to go and read the whole thing, tempting as it is to absorb a stranger's cutting opinion of your voice and face and worth, but he has no doubt that it's peppered with backhanded compliments about his delicate appearance and the fanciful flare of his performance.

Given the way his morning has gone so far, he's ready and waiting for the third bad thing to happen.

He's not especially expecting the bad thing to take the form of a stocky, bored-looking journalist waiting outside the doors to the BBC studios, but there you go.

He's not the only one, there's a group of them, paparazzi and fans alike shuffling their feet until the cars come into sight. They start clamouring then, pushing to get a better view and calling out names, and Freddie is still huddled in the back of his car but he feels his stomach drop all the same.

It's new, all this, people waiting for them, screaming when they see them. He isn't too sure what to make of it. They got a taste of it in Japan and thought it was rather wonderful, and he is ever so grateful that these people buy their records and tickets to their shows, that they helped get Bohemian Rhapsody to the top.

But he likes his personal space too. He values his privacy. It's getting harder to keep them all at bay - they all want a piece of him.

He doesn't say anything but musters a confident smile as he steps out of the car, though the effect is slightly spoiled by the fact that he barely manages to suppress a wince at the screaming that immediately begins.

There's a narrow space leading to the doors and Freddie leads the band through. He smiles at people and shakes a few hands but he doesn't want to linger, to drag this out for any longer than he has to. They mean well but they're pressing in from all directions and he hates feeling cornered.

He's just reached the door when a camera flashes right in his face, so bright and sudden and close that he staggers back half a step in surprise, jostling into John. It's the journalist.

"Why don't you want to stop for your fans, Freddie?" Another flash in his face; Freddie blinks, raising hand to his stinging eyes. "Don't you care about them? They spend their money on you, don't you think you should be grateful?"

"I am grateful," he snaps automatically even though he knows he shouldn't, that it's a lost cause, that he'll never convince these people that he's anything other than a petulant primmadonna. "But I'm busy, so if you could step aside - "

"Too busy to say thank you once in a while?" The man hefts his camera onto his shoulder but only so he can scribble something onto his notepad, and the camera is soon back in action anyway, aggressive and pushy and Freddie knows these photos are going to be so awful and they'll be splashed on the middle pages of some stupid magazine somewhere with another article that calls him a talentless prat and makes fun of his teeth and -

And Brian's there, suddenly, by Freddie's side. He towers over Freddie and he's taller than the man too, and for all that he's skinny as a rake he seems imposing, his shoulders tense, eyes narrowed in derisive distaste.

"He asked you to move," Brian says coldly. "Politely, actually, which is more than you deserve. So move."

The journalist looks taken aback for a second and he even goes to raise his camera in Brian's face, but then he seems to actually take in Brian's expression and think better of it. He can't resist a dig though, clearly keen not to lose too much ground: "I take it you're not bothered about the fans either, then?"

"I care very much about the fans," Brian says clearly. "But I have no time for immoral, invasive press trying to provoke a reaction for their own entertainment."

He sounds bored by the whole thing and Freddie has a sudden urge to grab Brian's arm to centre himself, sure that touching Brian will ease the nausea he feels at the gawping crowds, the people surrounding him. He resists. He isnt sure Brian would like it. Maybe it would make them whisper rumours about Brian too.

"Move," Brian says again.

And the man does, because Brian is a very hard man to argue with. Freddie knows this from experience.

Brian doesn't say anything, just waits until he's gone. Freddie expects that Brian will just sweep off, probably in a bad mood now, but he glances at Freddie and gestures towards the door.

"After you, Fred," he says.

His voice is gentle. The urge to hold onto him resumes but Freddie ignores it again, walking through the doorway and making an effort to compose himself, to pull on a nonchalant mask. He doesn't want everyone to think he's silly, allowing himself to be bothered by a journalist when they're everywhere, always digging for dirt, and that's just something he'll have to get used to.

He doesn't quite dare examine the new, unfamiliar feelings towards Brian, which he can admit aren't entirely new at all. Maybe if he pretends he doesn't feel it, it'll go away. And if it goes away, it can't complicate or risk their band dynamics.

Brian, as ever, doesn't make things easy; he comes straight over to Freddie once the doors have closed behind them all, his eyes concerned. "You alright? he asks, pitching his voice low to give them some privacy.

"Of course," Freddie says, like it never bothered him in the first place, but he can tell Brian isn't fooled. Brian is never fooled by him, not really.

He lets Freddie have his little pretence and doesn't push the matter, but he squeezes Freddie's shoulder before he turns away and gives him a supportive little smile. Freddie notices how his eyes crinkle at the corners when he does, then berates himself for noticing.

It may be harder to ignore this feeling than he thought.

[spicynbachili1]

Paw Patrol: On A Roll Review

I’m maybe not the world’s biggest fan of Paw Patrol. I feel it’s honest to say I hate it with a fiery ardour burning just like the solar. My son, one week away from turning four, likes it a good quantity. Not his favorite – it’s no Octonauts or Wild Kratts – however sufficient that I put him to mattress in Paw Patrol pyjamas. Our opinions differ. As, it seems, they do on this grimly perfunctory and dreadful sport that he likes.

It’s possible you’ll be lucky sufficient to not know what or who the Paw Patrol are. Let me spoil that. It’s a couple of younger boy referred to as Ryder and his group of anthropomorphic pups who assist folks and animals in hassle. They’re a global children’ TV sensation, created by Keith Chapman, who beforehand created Bob The Builder. (Keith, I’m guessing, may need been bullied by ladies in school or one thing, as a result of his programmes barely characteristic them. Paw Patrol has poor pink Sky as The Lady One within the common group of six.) For the Paw Patrol, I’ll have you realize, no downside is just too massive, and no pup is just too small.

The ensuing cartoon is a plasticy CGI that in the beginning was primarily in regards to the pups enthusiastically utilizing their particular person abilities and autos to assist stricken birds or stranded sea turtles, whereas avoiding the hapless errors of pleasant doofus Captain Turbot. Nonetheless, once I idiotically took myself and the boy to the cinema final week to see “six new episodes”, it appears it has since degraded into the same old ‘fool antagonist will get in hassle and needs to be rescued’ bilge of third-rate pre-school cartoons. (As we left the cinema I mentioned to my son, “Sorry Toby, my mind is simply soup now.” One other dad heard and exclaimed to me, “ALL THE EPISODES WERE THE SAME!”) This sport is about again in these unique days, when instances had been less complicated, and there wasn’t a group of evil cats making an attempt to thwart them.

It’s honest to say On A Roll does an excellent job of capturing the cartoon. It’s bland, repetitive, churned-out garbage seemingly based mostly on the mantra, “Oh who cares, it’s for 3 yr olds.” I’ll let you know who cares: THE PARENTS.

The sport consists of the identical stage again and again and again and again and over, through which you play as one in every of eight canines (they’ve additionally included Everest, The Different Lady One who appears to solely flip up within the feature-length eps, and one different boy canine who is rarely recognized nor featured in as many ranges as I may cope enjoying), operating and leaping inexorably to the fitting. Alongside the best way you’re requested by Ryder, roughly each seven seconds, to gather as many canine biscuits as you may, in your approach to nebulously rescue an deserted rabbit or construct a bridge for a duck – only a factor that it says you’ve achieved when you’ve reached the far proper edge.

It’s terrible. Colossally terrible. Terrible to the purpose that when creating their PC port, regardless of operating on Unity, they haven’t bothered to map significant controls. It doesn’t recognise a controller, however hilariously, maps the buttons to A, B, X and Y in your keyboard. You realize, as a result of an Xbox controller has A, B, X and Y buttons. The diploma to which it embraces this resolution is kind of the factor: when Ryder tells you for the ninety-seventh time that stage to maneuver by “shifting the left stick”, it flashes up an image of a controller, with an image of keyboard arrow keys blinking on its left facet. Sure, re-read that sentence, it says what you thought. Look beneath, I’m not mendacity:

Toby thinks it’s nice.

I’m not likely certain what to let you know. He’s three? He’s precisely the goal marketplace for “this’ll do” sport growth? The sport had characters from the TV present he likes on it, and he obtained to maneuver them, albeit whereas making an attempt to function both finish of the keyboard similtaneously Ryder incessantly bleated at him to make use of a “stick”.

So I requested him why he appreciated it, and right here’s his overview:

Daddy: What do you consider this sport? Toby: Good. Daddy: Actually? Why do you suppose it’s good? Toby: As a result of it’s about Paw Patrol. Daddy: Did you just like the operating and the leaping? Toby: I did just like the leaping. I did just like the operating too. Daddy: What did you consider the images? Toby: Good! As a result of it was numerous completely different Paw Patrol working in a group. Daddy: What do you consider Ryder on this sport? Toby: Not one bit good! Daddy: Why’s that? Toby: As a result of he’s simply so whingy! Telling us to do issues that we already know! Daddy: What do you want about what you do on this sport? Toby: As a result of… as a result of the Paw Patrol work as a group! I mentioned that two instances! Daddy: Oh, I’m SO sorry. What’s dangerous about this sport? Toby: Ryder! Daddy: Anything? Toby: No, simply Ryder. Such a whingypops!

So no less than we agreed on one level. Severely, Ryder (American model) talks so incessantly that he extra steadily interrupts himself together with his subsequent remark than leaves a second of quiet between them.

Which makes it all of the more bizarre that he’s the one voice within the sport. They didn’t even hassle hiring voice-a-likes (which, truthfully, may have been any six children) to ship the pups’ particular person catchphrases. So there are not any exclamations of Chase being on the case, and Rocky by no means as soon as appeals that we don’t lose it however reuse it. That is likely to be a blessed reduction for any dad and mom who suppose they may simply come out on a quick homicide spree if they’ve to listen to such issues ever once more, nevertheless it actually does really feel odd in a sport that’s, you realize, in regards to the canines.

Which makes the purpose, actually. Absolutely the minimal has been put into this, past some good particulars with the pup’s animations. It’s primarily the identical bland nothing stage repeatedly, with embarrassingly badly ported controls, and one voice actor for a sport based mostly on a sequence that includes a dozen well-known characters. And he appreciated it.

That’s all they wanted to do for his or her goal market, isn’t it? So ought to they’ve achieved extra? Wouldn’t it have been price anybody’s time to take action? I’ve no thought. It’d have made it much more nice for the dad and mom who sit there whereas it’s performed, and inevitably have to truly play it as soon as their pre-schooler is bored of controlling issues.

However what they completely bloody nicely shouldn’t have achieved is charged £25 for it! Good lord, if I hadn’t gotten this at no cost I’d not be writing a overview proper now, I’d be on a rampage, destroying continents. It’s not price a fiver. (It’s £30 on console!) What a crock.

My tip: don’t inform your youngster it exists and then you definately’ll probably not want to fret. And my different significantly better tip: get your pre-schoolers (and certainly schoolers) watching Wild Kratts. It’s on Netflix within the UK, PBS Children is the US, TVOKids in its native Canada, and so they put it up on YouTube! As a result of in case you’re simply so achingly sick of the bilge, belief me, that is fairly respectable, and truly teaches some tremendous fascinating information about animals. Do you know that the loudest animal on Earth is the sperm whale?! I didn’t! So there you might be. PS. I hate Paw Patrol.

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