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michelle-is-writing · 1 month

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Sick, Ben Hardy

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Saturday nights are always date nights for me and Ben. No matter what, we always go out and do something fun together. We'll go to dinner, watch a movie, see a game, anything that sounds like a good time. We always make an effort, and nothing ever stops us from spending time together.

However, as I lay in my bed with nonstop nausea filling my throat and stomach, I feel the need to cancel for tonight. During the seven months that we've been dating, neither of us have ever canceled a Friday night, and that's always something I love about us. Once again, we always make time for each other, so when I think about calling Ben and saying I can't go tonight, I feel even worse.

Reluctantly pressing the green button on Ben's contact, I hold my phone up to my ear and listen to the ringing tone as I wait for him to pick up. As more seconds pass, I find myself trying to hug my blankets as close to me as I can while my body begins to shiver. This stomach pain is starting to cause me to feel cold as well, and it sucks.

"Hello, darling," I hear Ben's voice pick up after the second ring, making me smile. I always love hearing his voice. It carries this tone of protection in it that gives off a feeling of happiness at the same time. "Are you ready for our date?"

At his question, I close my eyes and swallow down the guilt that rises to my throat as my smile lowers into a frown. He sounds so happy - excited, almost. Do I really have to take that away from him? All because of something that could probably be treated with medicine?

As soon as the thought of maybe suffering through the pain and going on a date, another stomach cramp pushes into me, making me almost hunch over in my bed to get through the pain. "Actually, Ben," I start, my free arm wrapping around my stomach as the stinging sensation passes. "I was calling to tell you that I can't come," I explain, my ears almost catching the sound of his heart breaking through the phone speaker. "I think I caught food poisoning from my friend's food at dinner we went to the other night."

"I ate it, and I seem fine," He tells me, his words making me shake my head with an amused smile.

"That's because you have an iron stomach, Ben," I joke, hearing him chuckle on the other end. "And, besides, if you can eat your own cooking, then you can eat practically anything."

"Oi!" Ben dramatically exclaims as if my words hit him with a punch. I laugh at his silliness. "Such harsh and hurtful words from the woman I love!" He further chides as I clench my already hurting stomach from laughing. He soon joins in on the laughing before speaking once more. "But that's alright love. I understand you're not feeling well. I love you! And I'll be over in ten minutes."

Just as quick as he said his last words, he hangs up, leaving me to stare across the room with wide eyes as my phone remains resting in my hand, Ben's picture flashing once before the screen goes dark. Did he really just pull a fast one on me? Just like that?

While thinking about Ben, yet another wave of nausea rolls over me, causing me to turn onto my side with my knees close to my chest, a pained groan escaping my lips at the same time. What if this isn't food poisoning, and it's something contagious, and I accidentally give it to Ben? It's not that I don't want him coming over (I'm glad that he is), but the last thing I want to do is make him sick as well.

For what feels like an eternity, I lay on my sides, switching between the two when another cramp comes along. It isn't long before I hear keys being inserted into my front door, twisting and turning before the piece of wood opens and closes a few short seconds later. Footsteps sound throughout my tiny apartment until my bedroom door gently opens, a head full of blond hair and shining blue eyes staring back at me as I smile from my current predicament on the bed.

"There she is," Ben says with a sweet smile. Wearing a plain grey t-shirt and black sweats, he takes one step into my room before happily sighing. "And just as beautiful as ever."

Blushing, I roll my eyes and flop onto my other side to dramatically turn my back to him, only receiving a laugh back before I feel his warm body settle behind my cold one. As soon as he touches me, it's as if all of my nausea and cramping dissipate, the warmth from his body acting as a heating pad for my achey body.

Ben wraps his arms around me and pulls me close to his body as he kisses my temple, his lips soft and warm like fresh pastries. At his sweet affection, I smile even more and raise my hands to rest on top of his, only for him to interlock our fingers together. Even when I'm sick and not able to do the things we usually do, he's still the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.

"Would you like me to make you some soup?" Ben asks, leaning down to nuzzle his face in my neck. Underneath the covers, his legs intertwine with mine, bringing me just enough warmth to stop shivering so bad.

"No, just lay here with me, please," I tell him, snuggling my body further in his hold as a soft sigh escapes my lips. There's nothing better than lying in the arms of the person you love - especially if they're a natural heater.

"Oh, and like I said earlier," I begin, remembering our earlier conversation. "Your cooking is something special," I remind Ben with a smirk, listening as he snickers behind me. Okay, maybe there's nothing better lying in the arms of your boyfriend and teasing him for his helpless qualities.

"I can put on a video or something, go off of that," Ben suggests, leaning his head over mine to cuddle closer to the front of my neck. "Or, I could be safe and just order something," he offers, making me smile.

"That would be nice," I tell Ben, nodding my head. Just as he goes to get up to grab his phone presumably, I tug him back down and snuggle even further into him. "In five minutes, of course," I clarify, hearing him snicker behind me again.

With a simple "okay," Ben gets himself comfortable once more before resuming holding me close. I guess no matter what, Saturday nights will always be our night and not even a stupid stomach bug can stop that.

#ben hardy #ben hardy imagine #ben hardy imagines #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy fanfic #ben hardy x fem reader #ben jones #roger taylor #roger taylor imagines #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor fanfic #roger taylor fanfiction #roger taylor queen #queen band imagines #queen imagines #queen imagine #queen x reader

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orobeori · 3 months

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I was going to add more panels of a synchronized strangle attack by team broppy, but decided that enough was enough...

Anyhow here's how I think the battle at Mount Rageous should've gone, with the lovely happy trolls using the hair as weapons of destruction </3 I know that Branch is in his healing era but I still think he would've resorted to his more violent methods somehow (this time with Poppy's full support).

Also, the reason why Viva's still using the sticky hands is because of this one hc I saw that the Putt-Putt trolls lost the ability to stretch their hair due to malnutrition :D

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notllorstel · 4 months

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rewatching TBT and huh wonder why poppy is suddenly talking about wishing to have a sibling ooh it’s probably from staying again at the troll tree that’s bringing up memories. well there should be some evidence of Viva still there🤔… unless Peppy covered it up😬

#trolls #trolls band together #spoilers #queen poppy #king peppy #WHAT IS UR DEAL PEPPY #I want to study him #llorsdood #fanart #imagine a whole musical number and just different situations of king peppy getting rid of evidence #there a bonfire at one point #poppy: owo what’s this?#peppy: uuuh just making a fire for s’mores 😰

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rushingheadlong · 4 months

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(From Bri's Instagram stories)

#brian may #queen #queen band #brian harold may #brian #I have more questions than I did about the pajamas yesterday but I imagine we'll learn more soon enough asdfghjkl #and in the meantime I just needed these on my blog because he's stupidly adorable here #with his giant teddy and his wall of amps fksgdkdjzjxnxns

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adaricruz · 9 months

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nu metal lestat 💀 hair metal lestat 😁👍

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pokopippitypop · 1 year

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I've literally never read any of this segment Gerard Way wrote (?) for Rolling Stone about Queen before?? lowkey got jump scared by his name while reading this article /pos

My dad was a mechanic. He worked on a lot of bottom-of-the-rung cars that didn't have cassette decks. But they had 8-tracks. Somebody left an 8-track tape of Queen's Greatest Hits in a car — the one where they're wearing leather jackets on the cover, and Freddie's got the mustache. I loved it immediately, and I came to emulate Freddie both as a child and as an adult.

"Bohemian Rhapsody" is arguably the greatest song ever written. I'm sure people told them it was too long or had too many movements. But then it came out and just took hold of the world. When you're in a band and you find something that breaks every rule, it gives you creative hope. And Queen were always trying something new; none of their hit songs were paint-by-numbers.

When My Chemical Romance were making The Black Parade, we watched tons of documentary footage about A Night at the Opera, Queen's best album. We used Brian May amps and wrote songs with different movements. But we didn't try to make another "Bohemian Rhapsody." Whenever someone tries to do that, they fail.

I love the way Freddie performed. He would strike amazing poses; maybe he practiced them in front of a mirror, but he wasn't pretending to be somebody else. That was him telling the world, "This is who I am." I remember when the surviving members of Queen were looking for a singer a few years ago, I was like, "I would love to try it." Freddie's songs are just so much fun to sing, and he had such stamina. I would definitely have to quit smoking to be able to do what he did.

Queen fell in and out of being cool, maybe because they were so sincere. Rock music is all about being phony sometimes. And they weren't. They were obviously so psyched to be doing what they were doing.

They had a polarizing quality. I heard a story — maybe apocryphal — that Queen played a festival and got booed off the stage. Freddie vowed they would return as the biggest band in the world. And they did. When we played the Reading and Leeds festivals, we had to follow Slayer, and got bottles of piss thrown at us. I thought, "If we ever come back here, we're gonna headline it." I've always held on to the same dreams as Freddie.

Best Musicians, Artists of All Time According to Rolling Stone – Rolling Stone

#gerard way #my chemical romance #mcr #american rock band my chemical romance #rolling stone magazine #imagine if he'd tried out to be the singer for Queen then #my post

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johnlennonswifey · 10 months

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Since I haven’t been posting, I’ve decided I’ll make a little list of some of my favorite fics!!

🎸= All time fav

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THE BEATLES-

John Lennon

70s!John x Reader 🎸

Mustache John x Reader

Paul McCartney

Paul x Reader (love letter) 🎸

Paul x Reader (Part 2 of 2)

George Harrison

Jealous!George x Reader 🎸(literally my fav fic ever)

Comfort!George x Reader

George x Reader (somewhat Friends to lovers?)

Ringo Starr

Teddy Boy!Ringo x Reader

Ringo x Assistant!Reader

Ringo x Reader (fluffy)

Ringo x Reader (Married, dinner with parents)🎸

QUEEN-

Roger Taylor

Roger x Reader (childhood friends to lovers)🎸

Roger x Reader (fluff)

Roger x Reader (fluff and more,(Roger gets hurt)) 🎸

John Deacon

John x Reader (John is readers handyman, I love this fic with all my heart pls read it)🎸

John x Reader (Series, 6/10 parts are out, I definitely recommend reading)🎸

Brian May

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Brian x Reader (Queen becomes a Hit)🎸

Brian x Reader (fluff)

Blurbs-

Beatles Blurb

#the beatles #the beatles x reader #john lennon x reader #ringo starr x reader #the beatles imagine #paul mccartney x reader #george harrison x reader #brian may x reader #john deacon x reader #roger taylor x reader #queen band

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miralunawritez · 3 months

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"Was it really worth it..?"

Veneer x Fem!Reader (angst)

mentions of death

(third person pov, pronouns used are she, her for y/n and he, him for veneer)

Plot: Instead of Velvet and Veneer performing the rage dome show (Mount Rageous), it was Veneer and (Y/N). (Everything that Velvet did while performing in the movie, the reader did instead.), when the reader reached out for Floyd, Veneer couldn't catch her on time..

(song gives better angsty effect imo 😉)

It all went by so fast, one minute (Y/N) and Veneer were trying to keep Poppy, Branch, and Viva from saving brozone, and the next Veneer was watching the love of his life plummet to her death. Why couldn't he have saved her? Why wasn't he quick enough? Why couldn't it have been him and not her?

The crowd went completely silent as they watched her fall, the silence was loud, the air was tense, Veneer was numb in fear and shock. He quickly lowered the platform he was on and rushed to her side, praying she survived the fall. Time seemed to move slow as he yelled out her name, falling to his knees next to her lifeless body.

"Y/N! WAKE UP PLEASE" He practically screamed out while shaking her by her shoulders. He didnt even notice the little trolls rushing to him and (Y/N), placing their little hands on (Y/N) to check for a pulse. Nothing. Poppy and Floyd tried their best to comfort Veneer, placing their hands on his knees, slightly rubbing them and patting them. Even Crimp and Velvet rushed to the scene to try and help.

Veneer held (Y/N) as close as he could, rocking her body gently while sobbing, his fingers dug into her hair, pressing her face into his chest while his other hand gripped the back of her shirt. "Please (y/n), I cant keep going without you.." "What about the future we were supposed to have together? We were supposed to get married, have kids..maybe get a cat! Please (y/n) wake up!" He said, hoping it was all just a cruel prank and she would wake up.

As 20 long minutes passed and you didn't wake up, Veneer went completely cold, dizzy, and nauseous. He couldn't believe it, eventually medical services and cops jumped into action, offically announcing (Y/N) as dead. Veneer decided to slowly put her back down before standing up.

"Listen up mount rageons..I am a fraud! And I have been torturing little trolls, and I even brought my girlfriend into it..I knew the consequences of my actions were gonna be severe but I didnt know it was gonna cause me to lose the love of my life.." Veneer yelled out to the crowd "I just wanted to be famous..both me and my sister wanted to be famous.."

"I shouldn't have brought (y/n) into this" He says, turning to look at his dead girlfriend, "I am so so sorry my love.." He whispers before being placed into handcuffs along with Velvet.

As him and Velvet were walked off from the scene, he thought to himself, "Was it really worth it..?"

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IM SORRY IF ITS OOC BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT SO BAD

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ladylightning · 1 year

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absolutely fucking criminal no death on supernatural was ever set to “who wants to live forever” by queen. any sam dean or cas death would have been made infinitely more painful paired with the lyrics “there's no chance for us// it’s all decided for us//this world has only one sweet moment set aside for us”

#i understand the budget at all times was $0 USD so it never could have happened but imagine the possibilities #supernatural #dean winchester #spn brainrot #spn #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #queen band #freddie mercury

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pizzaqueen · 1 year

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Steve and Eddie dancing around Eddie’s trailer to Queen just wearing their t-shirts and underwear and Eddie acts out the lyrics when he can and Steve hasn’t felt this light in forever

#steddie #Steve x eddie #is a thing that I want to think about rn #and decided to share without any further context 🤣#anyway queen is definitely the first band they figure out they share #I’m imagining don’t stop me now because that’s one of the best songs for pantsless dancing #pizzaqueentxt

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rogertaylorshbb · 1 year

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"poor thing" roger Taylor fanfic

sorry I haven't written in 10 days, just been busy with school!! i hope you enjoy this, it was inspired by a photo I saw on tumblr of roger pouring milk for a cat.

you sat down with your favorite magazine on a lazy Sunday. you finally got to relax after all the running around you did all week. you opened the magazine when you heard something. "meowww" a quiet meow called out from your left. you turned your head looking for the cat that was making the sound but your eyes saw nothing.

your head then slowly went down to your magazine, then again you heard the meow, you looked saw nothing, then again, then again, then again. the 6th time you heard the meow you snapped.

"where the fuck is that coming from" you whispered annoyingly shutting your magazine. you got up a glanced outside and that's when you saw the cat. the poor little cat had its paw stuck in a crack on the fence.

"awwww, poor little thing" you said walking over to the cat. you began to very slowly pull the cats paw out. it hissed but you eventually got it out. the cat must of had a good feel about you and started to purr at you.

"what's all that racket y/n!" roger called out walking outside. he looked at you and smiled, "y/n, before you ask, we are not keeping it"

you had a look of disappointment on your face, you were gonna ask him that but then again it probably wasn't a great idea. "roger is mean" you said in a baby voice to that cat "no mean roger" you laughed putting on a pout face. "shut up" he chuckled going back inside to watch television.

you picked up the cat and carried it inside, you then had a look at its paw, wasn't anything major, just a small scrap. you cleaned it up which the cat didn't at all like. you knew that cleaning it up still wasn't gonna heal it so you were gonna take it to the shelter.

you carried the cat in your arms over to were roger was sitting. "hey rog" you giggled with the cat in your arms.

roger rolled his eyes "I'm trying to watch the ascent of man, y/n please get that cat away" "meanie" you whispered to the cat.

"well I need to ask a big favor, I'm just gonna head out for 5 minutes-"

"y/n c'mon" he interrupted

"just listen, just 5 minutes, I need to get balloons for Freddie's birthday, john asked me, ill be back i promise, I need you to hold the cat, she's hurt" you explained.

he rolled his eyes and picked up the cat with a disgusting face, placing it down on his lap. you then grabbed your keys and ran out.

*20 minutes later*

you had taken longer then you expected, but picking out the color was hard, you felt as if you had to pick everyone, you eventually just went for the yellow. you opened the door and turned to rogers chair where he watched the tv. he wasn't there, so where else could he be. you then walked in to the kitchen to see something that made you giggle.

you witnessed roger patting and pouring milk into the bowl for the cat, smiling to himself. "roger" you said. he jumped. "uhhhhh, I'm just- I'm just- the cat was being annoying so I-" he stuttered

"just admit you like the cat rog" you chuckled throwing the balloons on the table coming to bend down next to him.

I know this a bit shorter then the ones i normally write, sorry, but I'm planning on writing a long one on Friday!! hope you like this cute short one.

@sarcastic-sourwolf

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor imagine #roger taylor fan fic #roger taylor x reader #queen fanfiction #queen band #queen smut #funny cats #fan fic #fluff

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michelle-is-writing · 2 years

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Interruption, Roger Taylor

Word Count: 1.2k~

Since I've been dating Roger, he's never been gone for longer than six months; however, at the moment, he's been gone for almost nine months. I knew what I was getting myself into when Roger and I began dating, and I'm not mad at him, not at all. Currently, I miss him to the point where I would consider myself to be craving him. I've missed his arms around me, his lips on top of mine, and his body pressed against mine... I have really, really missed him.

Because today is the day he's coming home, I'm yearning for him even more than I have been these past few weeks. The phone calls and postcards he sends can only do so much - especially when you can't physically touch each other. I loved talking to Roger during those times, but it made me miss him even more. There wasn't one call that I hung up on and didn't feel sad for the rest of the day.

Hearing a key be put in the front door, I turn my attention away from the mindless soap on the telly and toward the door where the handle begins to turn after a few seconds. Smiling, I stand from the couch and rush to greet Roger as he tugs his destination-sticker-covered luggage behind him into the flat. As soon as the front door closes, I throw my arms around his waist and pull him close, only to feel Roger slam his lips on top of mine as his pale arms harshly tug me to him. Apparently, he missed me as just much as I missed him, if not more.

With a tug of his arms, I feel Roger pull me off of my feet, causing me to instantly wrap my legs around his hips and slide my arms around his neck as I continue kissing him. Forgetting about his luggage, Roger walks forward until we reach our shared bedroom where he falls backward onto the mattress, making me pull away from his lips and laugh, now straddling him with my legseach side of him.

"God, you are ravenous!" I joke, making Roger laugh as well. Smiling, he places his hands on my hips and squeezes them before resuming kissing me. It isn't long until his hands slide from my hips and up my stomach as they tug on my shirt, prompting me to nearly tear it from my body. While I do that, Roger takes the chance to tug his off as well, our bare abdomens now pressed against each other as our lips go at each other like animals once again.

Panting with flushed chests and cheeks, our hands roam each other's bodies as Roger slides his tongue into my mouth, only for the phone beside our bed to begin ringing. Choosing to ignore it, I continue kissing Roger until he slowly stops, looking up at me with an amused smirk. "You should probably answer that," He tells me, making me laugh a little.

"My mother can call me anytime. Now come back here!" I joke, leaning down to recapture his lips with mine. Once again, before I can resume kissing him, Roger dodges my attempts by jerking his head with laughter each time.

"It could be one of the guys too," he exclaims, lifting his hands to softly rest on each side of my face. "You might want to answer that in case it's something important," Roger adds, looking up at me with his big blue eyes and soft smile with now slightly swollen lips.

After a few seconds, I roll my eyes and let out a groan while flopping onto the spot beside him, landing on my side so I can purposely turn my back to Roger. Reaching over, I grab the green receiver and take it off the hook before holding it to my ear. "Hello?" I ask, already knowing who's on the other end.

"Hi, darling," I hear my mother's familiar voice. I love my mum, but why did she have to call at this exact moment? "Has Roger gotten home yet? Safely?" She asks just as I feel a hand slink onto my hip once again.

"Yes, he has gotten home safely, mum," I tell her, Roger's hand pushing me to lie on my back. "He's going to be home for around six months before he's back on the road-" I cut myself off with a gasp as Roger's lips find their way onto my neck, sucking a deep bruise onto the flesh there before moving onto another spot.

"Oh, dear, are you okay?" My mum asks, making me immediately shut my mouth as I turn to glare at Roger. Smirking, he stares up at me while his mouth lingers over the skin of my neck, the area slowly turning red which will soon be purple after a few minutes. He knows what he's doing, and I seriously doubt he has any intentions of stopping.

"Yeah, mum," I answer her, turning my eyes toward the ceiling in an effort to not become distracted by Roger's beautiful blue orbs. "Just stubbed my toe. That's all."

"It doesn't sound like you're walking," My mom replies, making Roger chuckle beside me. Lightly slapping his shoulder, I hear him laugh again, but this time, he's a bit surprised by my slap.

"Yeah, I'm actually going to the bathroom," I lie, desperate to feel my lips back on Roger's soft ones. "Mind if I call you back?" I ask, hearing her respond almost immediately.

"Yes, honey, go ahead," She tells me, making me nearly let out a sigh of relief. Only a second passes before I hear a click on the other end, causing me to almost throw the receiver back onto the hook. Before I can throw my leg over Roger and resume our original position, Roger quickly takes the chance to move over me and lean down on top of me, his face level with my chest.

"Are you going to call her back?" Roger asks as he begins placing gentle kisses down the valley of my chest, my hands finding their way to his naked back.

"Eventually," I tell him, holding back a gasp in response to his soft lips against my skin. Roger chuckles at this, only to cut himself off with a slight moan as I begin lightly dragging my nails against his back - something he loves. "You are the only thing on my mind right now," I tell him, smiling as his hands find their way to my hips, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of my pajama bottoms.

"The feeling is mutual," Roger murmurs before finally tugging the cotton shorts down my legs. Although, before he can progress in his actions and do anything else to further tease me, the phone begins ringing once more. Because Roger's closer to it, he sits back onto his knees and grabs the phone before answering it.

"Hello?" Roger asks, his eyes flickering to the ceiling before almost immediately going down to mine, a small, quiet laugh tumbling out of his lips as he begins shaking his head. "Hello, mum," He replies to the other person on the phone, making me grin and shake my head. Even in our twenties, our mums still tend to kill the mood.

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rogertaylorsgirl · 5 months

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An edit i made posted on my tiktok: @/ssallyssong

#queen band #rock n roll #roger taylor imagines #80s music #70s music #70s #80s #rock #tiktok #edits #queen #roger taylor #roger taylor edits #roger taylor edit

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shhh-secret-time · 28 days

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No, see, because, like, you fucked up. Now you have to write that. I need that. I need the Star Park AU.

Below I will present my case:

1) That name is so freaking cute and I love it

2) Your tags made me fall in love with it

3) I know you have more ideas in that beautiful brain of yours

4) I really want it.

Please see points 1 - 4 if you have any questions.

Aafjdjakak Dude?! I'm cackling!

Fuck it we ball. Please look forward to it I guess.

I'll throw more in the tags!

#south park #stardew valley #Star Park AU #you want more??#adventures guild is run by Ned and Jimbo!#they won't let you bring guns into the mines #thats dangerous you see #but when you show up with that dinky little slingshot #they laugh and give you a pistol #but no you cant bring it into the mines dont be ridiculous #Scott is my favorite little loser #and I totally see him as a blacksmith so he probably ends up doing that #(we've seen in fractured but whole that he's crazy strong so it works okay?)#Jimmy owns the tavern and totally hosts comedy nights #If Stan is a good boy Jimmy lets him and his band play there on friday nights #Butters owns the museum #“Oh you brought me cutest little rusty spoon! Thats another good job sticker buddy!”#PRECIOUS #Can you imagine Butters in little overalls. pastel colored shirt with little flowers on his pocket?!#Shelly probably works at the joja mart and is so miserable but she'd rather that then stay on the farm #Ike and Karen would be like Vincent and Jas!#Is...Is Kenny the carpenter? does he build your farmers buildings?#idk but I can tell you he wins flower queen every year at the flower dance #Cartman runs the general store #sells your crops back to the town #(at least the ones he doesnt keep.)#Kyle is the town doctor #he's the only one I trust to take care of these idiots #that makes the scene with Stan drinking himself stupid and laying next to the cliff even more sad #shhh its a secret

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queencursedarchive · 2 months

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Lovely imagines about Queen and their members *hearteyes*

#imagine #queen band #freddie mercury #engel edits

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exodusin · 1 year

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𝔒𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 ˖ ࣪ 𖤐

˖ ࣪⭑ people/bands: mötley crüe david bowie led zeppelin michael jackson queen the beatles joan jett duran duran stevie nicks eddie van halen morten harket KISS the rolling stones guns n’ roses jimi hendrix blondie metallica nirvana cinderella band

˖ ࣪⭑ movies: back to the future the outiders the lost boys labyrinth

˖ ࣪⭑ notes: I’ll probably add more in the future. Writing requests for Queen, specifically Freddie Mercury, are only meant for male readers, so don’t request fem readers because I believe it’s true that he’s not into women. I’m not saying the rest of the people I listed are not for women, they’re for whatever the reader requests.

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