#roger taylor cute

[not-the-coffee-machine4]

Queen with each other’s children

Brian and Luke Deacon

Freddie with two of John’s kids

Freddie and Mary/Freddie and Dominique with Rory Taylor

Brian (and Anita) with Rufus, Lola, and Felix Taylor

[d34ky]

hes so cute😭

[debdarkpetal]

[itsjuyced1]

I know they're almost the same height, but I love pretending Roger is tiny.. a tiny troublemaker who throws TVs out windows sometimes when he was angry 🤧🥹❤️

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

Queen 👑

they look so majestic I can't 😭😍

[killerqueenhetfield]

Him :)

[rogermyreligion]

57 & 60 fluff with Roger, please?

57. "You smell so nice."

60. "Kiss me or i'll cry."

The weight of the long day pressed down on Roger as he entered his home, his steps heavy and his shoulders slumped. The relentless hours in the studio, the endless meetings, and the demanding interviews had left him utterly drained. He longed for the comfort of his couch at least.

You were waiting for him, sensing his exhaustion the moment you saw him. With a sympathetic smile, you approached him and took his hand.

"Hey," you said softly, "You look like you've had a rough day," your eyes filled with concern, you could see the bags under his eyes.

He managed a tired smile as he allowed you to lead him to the couch. "You have no idea," he replied, sinking into the cushions with a final groan. He was feeling how the couch was sucking on him.

You knelt behind him, your skilled hands beginning to knead away the knots in his shoulders. The tension that had built up throughout the day began to melt away under your touch, and Roger released a contented sigh.

"Jesus love," he mumbled, "Your hands" he closed his eyes with relief.

Your fingers worked their soothing magic, moving with precision over the tense muscles. "I've had plenty of practice," you replied with a gentle laugh.

As you continued the massage, Roger couldn't help but be lulled by your touch and the comforting ambiance of the living room. The scent of a warm, home-cooked meal wafted from the kitchen, and his favorite records playing in the background.

"You smell so nice," he murmured, the words slipping out as he inhaled the familiar and comforting scent.

You grinned, pausing for a moment. "It's just the chicken casserole in the oven"

Roger chuckled softly. "No, I mean you. You always smell nice"

Now you were smiling to yourself, you leaned down to press a soft kiss to the top of his head. "You're too sweet babe"

“Although the chicken smells really good,” he made a face, making you laugh.

"You must be hungry huh" your hands caressing his chest and slapping it softly

You sat down into a big but beautiful silence at first, just enjoying the food, Roger’s face was priceless, he took a few bites, savoring the familiar taste and the comfort it brought.

You talked and laughed while eating, sharing stories of the day and plans for the weekend ahead. Roger found himself drawn into your lively conversation, the weariness of the day momentarily forgotten. He felt relaxed everytime he heard words coming out of your mouth, he could hear you for hours and hours.

When the meal was finished, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on you. "You always know how to make everything better," he said, his voice filled with sincerity.

A wave of vulnerability coming over you, for a moment you were shy, like you couldn't look at him in the eye, he was the only one that could make you this silly.

“It’s nothing Rog, i just love you." you replied warmly.

He reached across the table and took you hand in his. "Kiss me or I'll cry," he teased, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes.

You laughed and leaned in, capturing his lips in a soft and tender kiss.

When the dinner was finished Roger glanced at the cluttered table and stifled a yawn, his exhaustion catching up to him again.

"Love," he said with a gentle smile, "I'm feeling a bit sleepy. Mind if I move to the couch while you tidy up?"

His little blue eyes, how could you say no?

You nodded affectionately. "Sure, go get comfortable"

He rose from his chair with a contented sigh and made his way to the couch. He settled in, stretching out and closing his eyes, the soothing sounds of you moving dishes and softly humming to yourself bringing him into a sense of tranquility.

With deft hands, you cleared the table and began washing the dishes, the warm water and the rhythmic clinking of plates creating a soothing background to Roger's peace. You couldn't help but steal glances at him, all spread out on the couch, chest rising and falling.

As you dried your hands and made your way to the living room, you smile at the sight of him. His exhaustion had finally caught up to him, and he was sound asleep, tousled hair falling gently over his forehead.

With a soft chuckle, you approached him, your heart swelling with affection. You covered him with a nearby blanket, tucking it around him. Roger stirred slightly but didn't wake, his sleep too deep to be disturbed.

You sat down on the edge of the couch watching him, fingers gently tracing the contours of his face. You knew how hard he worked at the studio and how much it drained him. For you he deserves every piece of silence.

Roger shifted in his sleep, a faint smile playing on his lips. It was moments like these that you love the most, the quiet ones.

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, your lips lingering for a moment before you settled back beside him. Your hand going up and down his chest, his belly full.

He slowly opened his eyes with a yawn, you smiled and he grabbed your face, kissing you slowly, vaguely.

He ended it with a peck on your lips, smiling like a sleepy child. You pushed his head down softly, “C'mon love, want you to sleep," you said closing your eyes as you heard him humming happily.

Masterlist

[ffart2022uwu]

We need to find Brian!!!

[eileen-crys]

All my drawings for Queen's birthdays in 2024! 🥰

They're available for tshirts, prints and gadgets on my TeePublic, each purchase will support me as an artist and give you a unique item designed with love by me 💖💖💖

You can see each artwork, read some backstory about the drawings and reblog them separately here:

Brian ☆ Roger ☆ John ☆ Freddie

[waitwtfismylife]

i feel like freddie mercury being scared at his own anger after writing death on two legs really says a lot about the type of person he was

[deaconskookyinsaneblog]

Some of my plush toys

[burntoutusedcigarette]

oh my gosh, just this, this pic.

[switchblade444]

Fan art of my two favorite boys! The bride and the ugly ass groom (Kidding.)

[drpepper-lovers-blog]

🕯️

No this is actually the worst one If ever made

[fearlessechoes]

Omg, guys… I just listened to Soul Brother for the first time (even though I’ve been an off-and-on-again Queen fan for like 2-3 years) and it‘s SUCH A CUTE SONG!!! I was literally smiling the entire time with a big ol grin on my face while listening. It’s so wholesome how Freddie sings about Brian and it also just has an amazing instrumental that reminds me of late 70s Queen (NOTW, Jazz). Freddie also sings beautifully on this track. If you haven’t listened to this song, I would highly recommend you do! Hopefully it will make you smile like it did for me :)

[kirdak-popok]