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rosesaredawson · 1 year
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Step By Step (1991–1998) “ The Dance” S01.E02
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nostalgc · 3 months
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Step by Step, S03E09 — The Marrying Dude.
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bijouxcarys · 2 months
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It royally pisses me off when people complain about Brian and Roger continuing with Adam Lambert.
Freddie Mercury was not Queen. Queen is not Freddie Mercury.
Brian wrote at least 63 Queen songs. Roger wrote at least 31. John wrote at least 23. They have every right to do what they want with it.
Not only that, but people tend to forget that Freddie didn’t found Queen. He changed the name to Queen, but Brian and Roger were already there. That group has always been Brian and Roger’s.
Don’t twist my words, I’m well aware that a large part of Queen’s success is because of Freddie and his charisma and talent. I’m not stupid. But I think it’s ignorant to suggest that they should just not tour anymore and not perform the music that’s shaped their lives??
Brian would go crazy if he didn’t tour. His life is his work, and vice versa. Anyone who knows anything about him would know how important it is for his well-being to keep working.
As for them “replacing” Freddie—fucking where, bitch? They’re not touring as Queen. They’re touring as Queen + Adam Lambert. John is still involved in the business aspects, regardless of the fact that he doesn’t speak to Brian and Roger anymore.
Plus, Spike has been working with them since 1984, at least, as a second guitarist, keyboardist, and technician. And Neil is a BEAST of a bassist on his own.
So comments like “I respect that Zeppelin backed down after Bonham’s death, but I can’t say the same about Queen”, implying there’s a loss of respect for the simple fact that musicians want to continue doing their job, despite the fact that they didn’t even perform as Queen again for YEARS, is plain ignorance. Nothing more, nothing less.
So again… Queen is, and always has been, so much more than just Freddie Mercury. And he would say the exact same.
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rushingheadlong · 6 months
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shout out to the Queen roadies for putting on one hell of a show of their own during '39 last night 😂
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drspacepoodle · 3 months
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Feb 4, Nagoya
By Hiromichi Satoh
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flowercrown-bard · 2 years
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When Julian Alfred Pankratz Viscount had cast off his name to become Jaskier, it had been the easiest thing in the world. That name had never truly been his and Jaskier didn’t feel the loss in the slightest. At least not for that part of his name. He had no problem leaving behind the name of his father and his father’s father. Neither had he ever felt any kinship to the family name. He shed no tear for the loss of his title. 
But there was one thing that left him feeling hollow. 
Julian had been of Lettenhove. Jaskier…Jaskier was of nowhere. 
When the director of Oxenfurt Academy handed him his diploma, his heart fluttered like a hummingbird and his face split into a smile so bright it was rivalling the sun. Some people in the audience muttered to each other, some snorted at how ridiculously excited he was to be a graduate. But what did Jaskier care what they thought? They didn’t understand. They didn’t see the diploma that pronounced him a graduate of Oxenfurt. 
Jaskier of Oxenfurt kept that name for a couple of months. He wore it with pride, announcing to the world where he had been made into who he was now. 
Except, as time passed, it seemed that being of Oxenfurt wasn’t anything to be proud of anymore. What had earned him impressed looks and compliments at first quickly made people sneer at him. 
“Look at that bard,” they fake-whispered as he announced his next set, “still hasn’t found a benefactor to keep him.” Jaskier tried not to let those whispers bother him. Until the day he heard the name Valdo Marx, Troubador of Cidaris. 
That day, Jaskier lost the of Oxenfurt part of his name. 
He kept searching for a new place that might want him enough to become part of his identity, but nothing seemed to fit. Until one day, in a run-down tavern he met Geralt. Geralt of Rivia. The Butcher of Blaviken. 
How unfair for him to have two places that he belonged to. Witchers were travellers, but apparently, this one was good at forming bonds with places. Maybe, if Jaskier stayed at his side for long enough, he could learn how to do that too. 
He was right, in a way. After being almost killed by elves and having his entire perception of the world turned on its head, Jaskier certainly felt like he had been created anew. If he hadn’t gotten rid of the of Oxenfurt part of his name already out of shame, he would have done so now. That place had not prepared him for the real world, had fed him lies and propaganda. 
Briefly, he toyed with the thought of becoming Jaskier of he Valley of Flowers, but as soon as the thought had formed, he tossed it aside. Dol Blathanna wasn’t his, didn’t belong to anyone. Dol Blathanna was home of the Elves and Jaskier didn’t belong. 
Geralt, it turned out, didn’t know how to belong either. Jaskier sang a song and suddenly, he wasn’t Geralt of Rivia anymore, neither was he the Butcher of Blaviken. He was the White Wolf. The White Wold of nowhere, just as Jaskier was a bard of nowhere. 
Secretly, Jaskier liked how they both were without one place that called them home. 
And, in a hidden part of himself, he liked to think of Geralt as The White Wolf of his Songs. 
Spring turned into summer. Green grass turned brown and leaves fell from the trees. And then, within the blink of an eye, winter was nearing and Geralt announced that their paths had to seperate now, if he wanted to make it home in time. Jaskier’s heart sank and his smile brightened into a lie. 
Ah. So Geralt had a home after all. 
He wasn’t the White Wolf of Nowhere. He was a Wolf of Kaer Morhen. Jaskier smiled and he clapped Geralt on the back and he lied through his teeth about having to go home for the winter as well. 
With time, Jaskier forgot that he wasn’t of anywhere. It didn’t matter anymore. He had the whole continent, what did he need a single place to call home? He had Geralt and he had the Path and that was more than any surname could give him. 
Until he didn't have Geralt anymore and the Path became simply a path for him and he had no idea where it lead, other than down a mountain. 
A part of Jaskier died that day and he knew that somehow, impossibly he had to put the pieces back together. He had to create himself anew for the second time. Maybe he should become Jaskier of the Mountains. But the mountains already belonged to King Niedamir and to the bitter memory gnawing at Jaskier’s heart. He would rather be of nowhere than of this damned place, where his heart had been shattered by the one person he had thought be belonged to. 
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I still can’t believe I saw
QUEEN + Adam Lambert
In NYC at Madison Square Garden.
And we were so close. And on the side of the catwalk where they played to the most.
And it felt like a dream.
I still haven’t processed it.
One day I will go through all the photos and videos properly. I enjoyed the show a lot more than I paid attention to taking perfect photos.
The memories will stay with me forever.
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r26yz · 1 year
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Sixfanarts ;)
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starlightmay · 2 years
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Queen + Adam Lambert rocking Belfast!
— May 27, 2022
©️ Thilo Rahn (@deathfieldrocks)
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rosesaredawson · 1 year
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Step By Step (1991–1998) “Pulling Together” S01.E06
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nostalgc · 3 months
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Alicia "Al" Lambert from Step by Step — Season Three.
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bijouxcarys · 4 months
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Thought I’d share some of the photos I took when I went to see QAL last year in May. I was very fortunate to get a barrier spot, and I got to see my guitar god up close… if you ever get a chance to see them, take the opportunity. I have a feeling they won’t be going for much longer…
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rushingheadlong · 6 months
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Two more photos of Brian from last night! 😍
(From YesPleaseMorePlease on imgur via anne.a.stereo on instagram)
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drspacepoodle · 3 months
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Oct 23, Atlanta
By @/perryjulienphotography
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eileen-crys · 2 years
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John Deacon ✨️ Neil Fairclough
As soon as I came home from the concert I knew I wanted to draw Neil with John and finally here it is! 🥰 As he's my favourite, I was missing John throughout the whole concert... but at the same time Neil absolutely blew my mind and I wish he had more spotlight and attention, he's an insanely good bassist and I love him! 💖💖💖 So here they are, our beloved Queen bassits 🥰💕
We'll never forget about Deaky, and thank you Neil for doing a fantastic job in his position! 🙏🏻💕
Please do not repost or trace! Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated! 💜
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