#incorrect freddie mercury

[raphael-angele]

Queen

NOTE: Post-Azkaban Sirius. He was proven innocent. Did time for around 5 to 6 years. Remus has been raising Harry for that time. They're taking Harry out clothes shopping.

Kid Harry: Oooh! Paddy, can I have this one? *shows a blue jumper with a yellow star on it*

Sirius: Aww, of course, Harry. Put it in the basket.

Harry: Yaay!!

Remus, coming from another aisle: Aw, whatcha got there, Haz?

Harry: It's a jumper! It's cute, right?

Remus: It's very cute.

Sirius: Oh! Harry, look! *shows him a Queen T-shirt*

Harry: *tilts his head a bit* Q-Qu-Queeeen. Queen!

Sirius: Yeah! Let's put that in there *puts shirt in the basket*

Harry: *points to Freddie* Who's that?

Sirius:

Remus:

Sirius: What?

Harry: Who's that?

Sirius: ...Remus...

Remus: Yes?

Sirius: Why does my godson not know who Freddie Mercury is?

Remus: Uhm...

Sirius: I was gone for 6 years. He was in your care. And this is what I come home to?

Remus: Sirius, don't you think you're pushing this?

Sirius: No. Cuz I cannot believe that you would raise him without proper music. What were you playing for him? Disco?

Remus: Sirius.

Harry, confused and scared: D-did I do something wrong?

Sirius: No, Harry. *picks him up* No, you didn't do anything wrong. *kisses his head* I'm sorry. How 'bout we go find you some socks?

Harry: ...mkay...

Remus: *follows from behind with the basket*

---Later---

In the kitchen:

Sirius: ...hey

Remus: Hey. You want some tea?

Sirius: Yeah, sure.

Remus: *gives him the cup* Here.

Sirius: Thanks.

Remus: ...wanna talk about what happened earlier?

Sirius: ...I just- *deep breath* I can't believe you.

Remus: Pads, it was just music. He's a kid. He's gonna wanna listen to music for kids. You're blowing this out of proportion

Sirius: It's not just the music. He barely knows anything about me. And I get it; you want him to know about James and Lily and what they were like, which is great. But I'm like a total stranger to him. When he was a baby, he loved it when I carried him around and played with him. Now, it's like I'm just someone living in the house.

Remus: Pads...

Sirius: It would've been nice if you told him a few stories about me.

Remus: Sirius, you were in jail for murdering his parents and conspiring with the Dark Lord. How was I gonna tell him stories about you in that situation?

Sirius: ...so you really believed that I did that.

Remus: Of course not. But...sometimes I did. I really didn't want to believe that you would do something like that. But if you did, I didn't want Harry to think I was defending you for what you did.

Sirius: Then what about the house? Don't think I didn't notice how there's almost nothing here about me. We lived in this house together for 3 years but there are no pictures of me around, none of the vinyls and records, nothing.

Remus: ...It was hard. Sirius, believe me when I tell you that I wanted to tell Harry about you. I wanted him to know how amazing his uncle Padfoot is. I wanted him to know everything about you. But it was hard for me to talk about you. It was hard for me to look at all those pictures of us together without feeling so empty. I can't listen to those songs without thinking about all the times we danced to them. I can't even get up in the morning without thinking about what it would be like if you woke up beside me. I wanted Harry to know you. I just didn't know how I could have done that.

Sirius:

Remus:

Sirius: I'm sorry. I should've thought it through. I guess, I'm still getting used to being out...I should've thought that that's how you're feeling, too.

Remus: ...if it makes you feel any better, Harry knows about Padfoot.

Sirius: Yeah?

Remus: Yeah. He saw the dog bed and the squeaky toys. He asked me how come I had them if I didn't have a dog. So I told him about Padfoot.

Sirius: What'd you tell him about Padfoot?

Remus: That he's loyal, and kind, and loving...and a troublemaker

Sirius: *chuckles*

Remus: I would really love for Harry to get to know you, Sirius.

Sirius: Yeah, me, too...I love you

Remus: Love you, too

Harry, coming in, groggy from sleep, holding his stuffed snitch: Paddy...Moony...

Sirius and Remus: *get up and approach*

Remus: *picks him up* Harry, what are you doing up? It's past your bedtime.

Harry: *yawn* Couldn't sleep...

Sirius: Okay. Let's get you back to bed.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

it’s been 39 years since live aid and I’d still kill to have been there

[rogers-maraccas]

Nothing to say, just this photo.

[ghostincorrectinternetedition]

Secondo: I’m not saying Freddie Mercury WAS a siren, but have you ever heard someone NOT sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody? It is a six minute song with incomprehensible lyrics that seem to have something to do with murder and demons, five sections that are completely different stylistically, and no chorus. YET, it was number one on the UK singles chart twice, 15 years apart. It is one of the most, if not THE most, popular singles of all time. An absurdly broad swathe of people know it. I have no memory of actually learning it, do you? You expect me to believe there was no magic involved? I rest my case!

[incorrect-rocker-quotes]

Roger: Do you guys want to see a butterfly?  Freddie: Ooh, yes please!  Brian, with their laptop open: I'm not going to stop working to look at a stupid bug!  Roger: It's not a bug though...  Brian: ...  Freddie: ...  Brian: Well I still don't want to see.  Freddie, realizing: Please don't throw-  Roger: Whee! *throws a stick of butter*

[abstractfanboy]

Crowley: *blabbers about Aziraphale*

Freddie Mercury: Yeah man, go on… *Is writing a whole album for Queen*

[not-so-goodomens]

And when season 3 opens with Crowley in the Bentley driving way over the speed limit while "Livin' on my own" plays in the background then what

[toxic-terror-twins-80]

Day 10, Im starting to lose count

@oldtranswizard

[sarkylittlemonster]

Okay but you don't understand how important domestic-ish Morse/Jakes arguing over music is to me, like-

Peter: Oh god, not bread boy again Morse: Would you stop calling it that, Puccini doesn't even sound like panini-

Peter: He trained at opera school! Morse: Doesn't mean I have to like his music!

Morse: -what does he even want to hold her hand for so badly, I mean- Peter: It's called affection, Morse, not that you'd know it if it came up and make you a bloody cup of tea every morning! Morse: *quietly* ... you make me cups of tea in the morning... Peter: Peter: There you go, reading into everything again-

[deaconcheese1998]

Freddie, driving, singing along to the little einsteins theme song: we're going on a trip

Roger: in our favourite piece of shit!

Deacy: doing 95!

Brian, panicked: we're gonna fucking die!

[queenfanatics]

John: I touch myself when I think about you.

Freddie: 😏😍

John: And what I mean by that is - I rub my temples because you give me a headache.

Freddie: 😧

[incorrect-sk-universe]

Tom: Jane, bicycle!

Jane, singing: Bicycle! Bicycle! I want to ride my bicy-

*crashes into Grace Chasity*

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

today’s contribution to this fandom:

[rogers-maraccas]

*Freddie and Roger are fighting*  Brian, taking an aspirin: I have a headache! Can you guys just be cool?!  *Freddie and Roger start fighting while wearing sunglasses and riding skateboards*

[therighthandofvengeance]

Marcus: If you were not so stubborn, you would make a great queen.

Ivanova: I would make a great queen because I am so stubborn.

[incorrect-rocker-quotes]

John: Do you support gay rights?  Freddie: I’m literally gay.  Roger: They’re avoiding the question!