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peanutseagle · 1 year
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something hit me and i drew the eden five as frogs. I have no regrets
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pumpkinlilyao3 · 1 year
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Hello ! Happy holidays to everyone and a merry Christmas to anyone who celebrates 🥰🎄❤ I wanted to try a little strip for this one prompt, picked for a Holiday Christmas themed exchange:
Person A: “I’m cold” Person B: “Well, let’s warm you up”
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Hope you like it, @newstart-newheart ! ❤️ I had different ideas about this one, in the end I went with something sweet (Also it may not be the most Christmas-y idea haha, I added the champagne bottle for a little bit of glamour 🍾🥂.) Some cute froger for you!
The strip format is nice to work with. Maybe I should do more one of these days... 😄
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flick-of-the-wrist · 1 year
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I was reading an early Stephen King story about male record execs (and their male conquests) and I thought to myself: surely Freddie Mercury had a toss about in the proverbial hay with John Reid.
In other words, might they have fucked?
I don't say this to imply that every time two gay men entered the same room, they automatically jumped into bed together. That's not only outlandish, but it's more than a tad homophobic. After all, no matter how few eligible gay bachelors were willing receivers (or givers for that matter) in the 1970s, horniness simply cannot make a swan out of an ugly duckling.
However, I digress.
The world as we know it today was not the world in the 1970s. We think of our world as much more politically correct than any person who lived through the 1970s thought of their world, let me just tell you. It would shock the hell out of people to know what kinds of things were said and done in the 70s.
And not all of them were bad.
In fact, what's bad about two adult gay men having sex? Maybe there's the moral dilemma of a record exec (John Reid) boinking his newly signed, very green, but obviously queer talent (Freddie--I mean, Queen, of course). But that's also what makes it so god damn appealing. I mean, John Reid was obviously gay. Freddie was obviously (or at least obviously to anyone who cared to look) gayer than a daffodil, darling. And not only was he homo as fuck, he was also always aching for connection.
That, in itself, doesn't mean they'd just immediately hop into bed. For example, I do not think that Freddie and Kenny Everett ever fucked, even though they had chemistry out the wazoo. Nor do I think that he and Elton John ever fucked (they were simply BFFS, 4ever and always). I don't think he and David Wigg ever fucked, either, despite the incessant flirting (the bigger the better---in EVERYTHING). The list goes on.
I do have trouble saying with absolute certainty that Freddie Mercury didn't witness, aid, or abet in one of John Reid's orgasms, though. There's something about them that just speaks to a fucking relationship. Maybe it's the closeness.
But, but, but, you might say: Freddie was close with a lot of people. He actively rested his cute little head on Roger Taylor's shoulders. And, though I'm a huge fan of Froger fics, I don't think (nay, I absolutely know) they ever did the nasty. He practically HUMPED our boy Brian May onstage, and yet never did their penises meet (besides tentatively, like stalwart neighbors, across the room in the early days before each band member had his own dressing room).
Freddie was an incorrigible flirt, and a horny git who might have humped a table leg if he thought it would please the audience, but the man was also a sensitive and deeply emotional human being who knew when to keep his freak on a leash and when to let it burst out of its cage. Where business was concerned, I think he kept his penis as a Victorian couple might have kept a very willful child: seen and not heard.
Still, still, there is something cheeky in the way Freddie and John looked at each other. I think they fucked. At least once. It wasn't intentional, or planned. What good sex ever is? And, despite Freddie's misgivings about mixing business and pleasure, I think he was just young enough that he blurred the lines. He let John seduce him (really, we all know it was Freddie who was the seductress). Then, he put his finger on John's lips and told him it could never happen again. Now that John had a taste of that immaculate bussy, he was to be in Freddie's control forevermore.
Now, before you go on a rampage and declare me mentally unfit to blog, just know that I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about. Just like you, dear reader, I did not know Freddie Mercury, so I have no earthly idea whom he did or did not fuck.
I only have my imagination. And this lovely fic, which has- admittedly- twisted my arm.
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Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love
Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky. London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.
Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly. 
 "I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed. 
"Why not!" Roger whined. 
 "Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final." 
"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate." 
Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered. 
They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of. 
The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing. 
"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced. 
"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully. 
"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly. 
Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before. 
Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.
“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression. 
“What are you doing?” Roger asked. 
“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”
Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile. 
“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth. 
It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.
"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor. 
"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified. 
"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end." 
"Hmm?" Roger hummed. 
Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"
“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?” 
“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.” 
Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.
Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!" 
Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.
Freddie jumped on top of Roger.  They both shook with laughter. 
“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed. 
Freddie and Roger giggled. 
A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.
Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off." 
"I'll make it up to him tomorrow." 
Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.
As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?” Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.
Roger swallowed thickly, his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding round Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.
Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more. But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?
Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.
Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much. 
Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind. 
Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.
Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.
“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing. Roger had a strange look in his eyes. But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…
“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.
Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”
Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned. 
“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore. Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…
“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023
Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023
Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment." Roger frowned. But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."
Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”
Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words... And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...
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a-froger-epic · 2 years
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🎊 Freddie Mercury Weekend 2022 🎊
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ABOUT THE EVENT
Once again, t’s time to shine a light on the man himself, Freddie Mercury! YOUR creative contributions are wanted! You can write, draw, edit, record, even cross-stitch. 😉 Any ship, any genre, any way you like, so long as it’s about Freddie. Everyone is welcome, there is no wrong way to be a fan! (Except maybe strangling him with his own scarf. That’s pretty weird. Don’t do that.)
WHEN? On the 3rd, 4th and 5th of June.
HOW? On the above dates (or after!), post your contributions to the AO3 collection or on Tumblr, tagged ‘#fmw2022’ or/and ‘#freddie mercury weekend 2022’. If you post on Tumblr, please also tag @a-froger-epic or @freddie-mercury-rising to make sure you get a reblog!
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THE PROMPTS
The prompts are here to inspire, there is no wrong way to write them! Change them around, mix them up, ignore them, make of them whatever you want! 😊
3rd of June - 400-800 word challenge!
No time to write? First time writer just testing the waters? No need for an epic, just write a scene! Surely you’ll find time for 500 words! Each of these mini-prompts is a separate prompt, but you can combine them!
 Kitten 😺  |   Crush 💕  |   Panic 😱  |   Letter 💌
Telephone ☎️  |   Trapped 🧱  |   Terminal 😔  |   Tour bus 🚌 
Boarding school 🏫  |   Knickers 🩲  |   Flying 🍃 |   Microphone 🎤 
Cooking 👨‍🍳  |  Heartbreak 💔  |   Baby-sitting 👶🏼  |  Ballet slippers 🩰 
First time 😳  |  Eyeliner 👁️  |   Bruise 😢  |   Petals 🌸 
4th of June - Is This The Real Life? 
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A list of real event prompts from Freddie’s life. How real you want to keep them is entirely up to you!
1964 - That time a violent revolution in Zanzibar caused Freddie’s family to flee the country.
1970 - That time Freddie’s idol, Jimi Hendrix, tragically passed away. Roger and Freddie closed their stall early. Later at rehearsals, Queen played Hendrix songs as a tribute.
mid-1970s - That time Ratty and Freddie almost died in a car crash, but things turned out unexpectedly hilarious.
1982 - That time Bill Reid was a dangerous, abusive, violent drunk during the Hot Space US tour and Freddie’s bodyguard went on to tell the tale. 
1985 - That time Freddie would not stop calling Jim in the wee hours of the morning. 
1991 - That time Freddie prepared letters/gifts for those he would leave behind. (Was Elton’s gift the only one?)
Or, let these quotes inspire you! ➡️
“Oh, I was not made for heaven. No, I don't want to go to heaven. Hell is much better. Think of all the interesting people you're going to meet down there!”
“I like to be surrounded by splendid things.”
“I can't cook, and I'd be a terrible housewife.”
“I am loved by thousands, but I feel like the loneliest man in the world.”
“Excess is part of my nature. Dullness is a disease.”
“It destroys the soul to hear that you're all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived.”
“The bigger the better; in everything.”
“I think I'm sort of a chameleon. I change and I have moods, and I think it's a combination of a lot of characters that make up a person anyway. I think over and above I'm a person of extremes. I can be very soft, but that makes me that much more tenacious.”
5th of June - Is It Just Fantasy?
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A list of AU prompts to spark your imagination. Going for the classics this time around, but feel free to change them up however you like!
Soulmate AU… in a society which no longer believes in such scientifically unsupported hogwash as soulmates, and yet… 
Fairytale/Fantasy AU… Freddie isn’t exactly the dragon-slaying warrior prince he is expected to be, as a firstborn male heir to the kingdom. But perhaps the dragon he is expected to slay is no ordinary dragon…
High School AU… School sucks. Most days, Freddie would rather be anywhere else. That is, until a new student joins the class…
Modern Day AU… Who is Freddie Mercury in 2022? A jaded artist, like too many others who tried and failed? A social media celebrity? A primary school music teacher? A contestant on RuPaul’s Drag Race?! (We have no idea, you tell us!)
Horror AU… But who is the monster? And who is the villain? Are the two one and the same? 
Or, let these incorrect quotes inspire you! ➡️
“I’d like to offer you moral support, but I have questionable morals, my dear.”
“I’m a fool, darling, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I regret getting dragged into this heterosexual tomfoolery.”
“I am not a whore! But if I were, I’d be the classy kind that gets flown to Dubai to stay in an underwater hotel.”
“My life isn't as glamorous as my wanted poster makes it look.”
“I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and I do feel that is more accurate.”
“What happens in Barcelona stays in Barcelona, darling.”
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t walk out that door.”
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RULES & FAQ
⛔ Strictly No Hate ⛔
This is the NUMBER ONE RULE of the event, to ensure that everybody feels safe. No rudeness, provocations or hate aimed at creators or other commenters will be permitted, not on AO3 nor Tumblr.
Please ensure that you EITHER have comment moderation turned on OR anon comments switched off. If you choose to ignore this rule, your work may be removed from the collection.
If you receive a comment or ask that distresses you:
Do not engage. (You can take a screenshot as proof.)
Delete it. No ifs, no buts. Just delete it. (Don’t hesitate to block anon hate on Tumblr.)
Alert @a-froger-epic or @freddie-mercury-rising, all questions are answered and everything runs smoothly. We are here to actively support you. We’ve got your back, and we will gladly talk to you and help you feel better.
But what if one of the works has upset me?
Can the thing that upset you be tagged, but it wasn’t? Then please inform @a-froger-epic or @freddie-mercury-rising, we will bring it to the creator’s attention.
Was the thing that upset you already tagged? Or is it perhaps simply the characterisation you find disagreeable? Then we suggest you click on the ‘back’ button, take a deep breath and remind yourself it’s just fanfic.
Who can participate?
Anyone who is inspired by Freddie Mercury in any way shape or form. This event is OPEN TO ALL.
Can I combine prompts from different days?
By all means, use the prompts however you like. Go crazy!
I’m not sure where my creation fits in, what day do I post it? 
The days, like the prompts, are only suggestions. We don’t mind when you post it, as long as you post it! Even if it’s two weeks late! 
Help, I’ve never posted fic before! 
Don’t worry, we’ve got you! We are happy to walk you through the process of setting up an account, just DM @a-froger-epic or @freddie-mercury-rising.
I’m still too nervous to participate!
You can post anonymously to the collection. You can disable comments entirely and just collect the kudos. You can close anon asks on Tumblr temporarily. But most importantly, we are here for you and we want you here!
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“I love the fact that I make people happy, in any form. Even if it’s just half an hour of their lives, in any way that I can make them feel lucky or make them feel good, or bring a smile to a sour face, that to me is worthwhile.”
- Freddie Mercury
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trinikins · 9 months
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rules: make a new post, bold the ones that are true and tag 15 other people to do it too!
Thanks for the tag @feathersandfoxtails 🩷
appearance:
i’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses/contacts // i have blonde hair // i prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // i have one or more piercings // i have at least one tattoo // i have blue eyes // i have dyed or highlighted my hair // i have gotten plastic surgery // i have or had braces // i sunburn easily // i have freckles // i paint my nails // i typically wear make-up // i don’t often smile // i am pleased with how i look// i prefer nike to adidas // i wear baseball hats backwards
hobbies + talents:
i play a sport // i can play an instrument // i am artistic // i know more than one language // i have won a trophy in some sort of competition// i can cook or bake without a recipe // i know how to swim // i enjoy writing // i can do origami // i prefer movies to tv shows // i can execute a perfect somersault // i enjoy singing // i could survive in the wild on my own // i have read a new book series this year // i enjoy spending time with friends // i travel during school or work breaks // i can do a handstand
relationships:
i am in a relationship // i have been single for over a year // i have a crush // i have a best friend i have known for ten years// my parents are together // i have dated my best friend // i am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // i have a long distance relationship // i am an only child // i give advice to my friends // i have made an online friend // i met up with someone i have met online
aesthetics:
i have heard the ocean in a conch shell// i have watched the sun rise// i enjoy rainy days // i have slept under the stars // i meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // i enjoy the smell of the beach // i know what snow tastes like // i listen to music to fall asleep // i enjoy thunderstorms // i enjoy cloud watching // i have attended a bonfire // i pay close attention to colours // i find mystery in the ocean // i enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favourite season
miscellaneous:
i can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // i am the mom friend // i live by a certain quote // i like the smell of sharpies // i am involved in extracurricular activities // i enjoy mexican food // i can drive a stick-shift // i believe in true love // i make up scenarios to fall asleep // i sing in the shower // i wish i lived in a video game// i have a canopy above my bed // i am multiracial // i am a redhead // i own at least three dogs
No pressure tags: @sokkas-first-fangirl @a-froger-epic @quillinhand @ecle-c-tic @lady-ofmischief @kenobis-husband @marvelouswayward @ghosts-untold-tale and anyone who wants to do it!
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A very rough draft of a Maycury.
Inspired by an ask @a-froger-epic got last night.
F: Brian, darling, it’s about the photographs B: Yes? Is… is everything okay? Did you not like one of them? I F: Oh, no, I like them, dear, they’re all very beautiful. B: Thank you F: But… perhaps, maybe… you need to… take less of me. B: … Why? Do you- do they bother you- I F: It’s not that they bother me, in fact i’m very flattered that i’m in so many. B: … right F: But… Brian, dear, I don’t know how else to say this… I do love and care about you, but… I really do only see you as a friend, or a brother, a very good brother, my dear. And this, these feelings you have- well… B: … er… F: It’s very flattering that you see me in such a lovely way, but I think maybe, it’s coming out a bit too well, if you understand me, dear, and if you’re going to show the photographs to other people… I’m just saying, you’re not being very… guarded right now B: I don’t understand F: Oh darling, I know. I know. It’s all a bit confusing but, these things clear up over time. Trust me. You’re not going to feel like this forever. I’m not perfect.  B: No, Freddie, i mean I really don’t understand. F: … I know. I’m sorry if i’ve given you the wrong impression, but I can’t return your feelings for me. I’m so sorry, I’m not trying to embarrass you, and you must understand, this isn’t easy for me, but
B: *slow dawning of revelation* … my feelings… F: I’m sorry, darling. It just would never work between us.  B: But… F: It’s alright. I won’t tell anyone… but if you wish for it to remain a secret, then really, you need to point your camera elsewhere for a little while, okay? B: … okay…. F: Alright, darling. Do you need a minute by yourself?  B: …I think I do, yes… F: Alright.
R: Hey, you’ve been out here a while. You okay? B: … Freddie just… R: … he….? B: He just told me he didn’t return my feelings. He can’t see me as more than a brother. R: Oh. Oh mate! I’m so sorry.  B: No. No- R: *manly pat on shoulder* It’s gonna be fine, you’ll see. B: No- R: No it is. Now you know where you stand, you can… you can get over him. It’ll be fine. He won’t hold it against you. I’m sure he’s very flattered, but you know how it is. He’s head over heels for his boyfriend. B: No i mean… I didn’t even know I had feelings for him. R: … fucking what? What do you mean you didn’t know? B: What do you mean, what do I mean I didn’t know? I didn’t know! R: How could you not know? B: Did you know? R: … Do you want the truth or do you want me to make you feel better?
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788 posts created (44%)
995 posts reblogged (56%)
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I tagged 639 of my posts in 2022
#freddie mercury - 252 posts
#brian may - 27 posts
#jim hutton - 19 posts
#peter tork - 14 posts
#new to me - 13 posts
#roger taylor - 13 posts
#queen - 10 posts
#freddie's boyfriends - 8 posts
#rip - 6 posts
#cutie - 6 posts
Longest Tag: 125 characters
#and i'm going to keep posting pictures of my hands holding things until you all see the entirety of my nail polish collection
My Top Posts in 2022:
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Marc Almond on clubbing with Freddie Mercury:
“I went down to Heaven nightclub, and Freddie was there. And he came over to me and said: ‘Cheer up, girl! You always look so bloody miserable, dressing in black and writing all these miserable songs. Come with me, girl. We’re gonna go for a dance.’ And he threw me over his shoulder and carried me on to the dance floor.”
I know all stories about Freddie are apocryphal, but I really want this to have happened exactly like this, with Freddie heaving Marc over his shoulder. (Well according to Phoebe, he did like to pick people up, literally.)
And on Bowie:
I wonder how he felt when Bowie recanted his claims of being bisexual in the early 80s. “Oh, I never really thought he was,” he says. “Bowie was an artistic free spirit and he probably did dabble a bit. It was the saying it that was great; no one had ever said that before.”
I agree with this, and what writer Simon Reynolds has said about Bowie walking back being bisexual. He’s important to LGBT culture, sure, but I think fans need him to be a bi icon more than he was one.
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Freddie deserves a better biography. Not another Lesley Jones book or any of the cobbled together “journalist” penned bios, but something sensitively written that could introduce him to new fans in a proper way. A while ago I went looking for a particular book about Bowie, and even in my branch library, there was an entire shelf devoted to him. Freddie? Lesley Jones’s book was there, and the one Mark Blake book about Queen, but that was it. It’s baffling that there isn’t anything better. The best ones, of course, are the memoirs written by Jim and Phoebe and a few others who knew him, but they’re hard to find (I have an e-book of the Minns book and link to Jim’s in a PDF file that I can no longer find), and the language in them is dated. And even those feel... incomplete? 
One of my favorite bands for the past twenty years is the Replacements. I know American indie bands of the 80s have little presence here, but I spent an inordinate of my time and dedication to a band that a whole lot of people haven’t heard of. But in 2016, Bob Mehr wrote a really excellent bio of them called Trouble Boys. Before that there was a middling “oral history,” one photo collection and a documentary about their fans. For a band that stayed a “cult” favorite, that’s more than I could have asked for. That no one can seem to get an artist as big as Freddie right is really unfair.
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The reason why Mary’s comments that Freddie “saved her” from getting AIDS by leaving her sounds selfish either way it’s interpreted is that she, a woman, and straight woman at that isn’t “supposed to get AIDS,” as was the prevailing narrative at the time. “Innocent victims” were children and women with closeted partners who were HIV-positive. Gay men, IV drug users were “asking for it” with their “risky behavior.” Casual bigotry is still bigotry. Generational context can only take you so far.
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Image of Phoebe shopping at the cosmetic counter for Queen’s makeup. “I said vital beige, not soft beige!”
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My #1 post of 2022
Now, I’m not a barbarian. If I am entering the home of someone from a culture in which wearing street shoes inside is a sign of disrespect, or if my shoes are covered in snow, mud, blood, condiments of any sort, lava, excrement, concrete dust, or biomedical hazardous waste, I’m of course going to take them off. And I don’t really need to be told to do so.
But barring shoes outright just to keep your floors clean is bringing a gun to a pillow fight. Turns out there’s already an effective old-fashioned way to achieve your goal of a clean floor while neither insulting my hygiene habits nor endangering my delicate, vulnerable, long-suffering feet: It’s called a doormat.
How sensitive of you to acknowledge different cultural values, but don’t wear shoes in someone’s home if they ask you to remove them because IT’S NOT YOUR HOUSE. Your delicate. long-suffering feet? Seriously? Baby.
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Here's the fanart I drew for lassify's silly and wonderful fanfiction: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45282448/chapters/113923030
A "The Princess and the frog" damianya Au but like. Reversed. It's great
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Ho postato 2.298 volte nel 2022
435 post creati (19%)
1.863 post rebloggati (81%)
Blog che ho rebloggato di più:
@eileen-crys (not me reblogging my own things fo visibility lol)
@a-froger-epic
@bambirex
@julescape
@natromanxoff
Ho taggato 1.344 dei miei post nel 2022
Solo 42% dei miei post non aveva tag
#john deacon - 206 post
#queen - 192 post
#johnica - 171 post
#rachelb's art - 166 post
#queen band - 149 post
#queen fanart - 140 post
#john deacon queen - 106 post
#john deacon fanart - 93 post
#john deacon x veronica tetzlaff - 76 post
#veronica tetzlaff - 74 post
Longest Tag: 135 characters (@kinole009x me swooning again over nevermore is mu longest tag aaaaaa)
#and kinole if you read this please know that i haven't forgotten about it and i stil love this story more than any of my own 🙏🏻💕💕💕
I miei post migliori nel 2022:
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"... unless you're afraid."
The first post credits scene left me shaking and in tears of happiness because I sincerely didn’t expect to even see her, let alone in this gorgeous suit. They managed to keep her iconic shoulders and the circles on her leggings, I’m OBSESSED!!! And bless Charlize for sharing those HQ photo of her corset and that backstage video, it seriously helped me. 🙏🏻 Please consider this is a Work In Progress, I’m aiming to turn this into a bigger illustration about Clea and I’ll definitely fix this as soon as we’ll get better photos of her whole costume.
Please do not repost! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 🥰💜
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🎶 Lover of Life, Singer of Songs 👑
Freddie sits on the piano, closes his lips and his eyes. The song is over, he thinks, but the music goes on. It can't be stopped and he knows it. And so, he smiles.
It's been 31 years since you left, but we all know you're still here with all of us. Thank you, Freddie!
Please do not copy or repost this! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 💜 I used a photo from Montreal 81 as a reference, his peaceful expression at the piano melted me.
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👑 Happy Birthday Freddie Mercury! ✨️💕🌈
Last (but not least!) piece of my Queen illustration, here's Freddie above all, with his phoenix wings and his crown! 💕💕💕 (TAP on the image to see it better!)
I had lots of fun drawing him at the top of his power, inspired yes by that time in Montreal when he jumped on stage wearing only a pair of white shorts, but with a sprinkle of the majestic Magic Tour as well 🥰 Happy 76th birthday Freddie, we still love you with our whole hearts!
And stay tuned for the full piece, are you excited? 👀🤭
Please do not trace or repost! Reblogs and comments are welcomed 💕
308 note - Postate 5 settembre 2022
Il mio post numero 1 del 2022
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🌈 Happy Pride Month!!! 🌈
I couldn't not draw the husbandsTM for this year's Pride Month! 🥰 I've been inspired by the crazy hat party, with a bit of a Pride twist, I hope you'll like it! 💖 Wishing the best to all my fellow LGBTQ+ followers, friends and Queen fans (and more!), be proud of who you are and don't let others silence your voice 💕💕💕 You're valid, always.
Please do not repost anywhere else. Reblogs and comments are welcomed! 💖🌈
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That's 1,437 more posts than 2021!
1,281 posts created (45%)
1,556 posts reblogged (55%)
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I tagged 876 of my posts in 2022
#freddie mercury - 472 posts
#wild thoughts - 116 posts
#fan fiction - 104 posts
#fan fic - 90 posts
#roger taylor - 78 posts
#brian may - 65 posts
#queen - 62 posts
#queen band - 59 posts
#jimercury - 50 posts
#froger - 40 posts
Longest Tag: 76 characters
#shouldn’t be that hard to conceptualize that human relationships are complex
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
You know what I love about Freddie Mercury?
He was a genius musician who continues to unite people through his music, even thought he’s been gone thirty years. His voice still stirs emotion in me, my 94 year old grandmother, my 9 year old daughter, and millions of people around the world.
Freddie composed songs right from his heart and gave every single bit of himself onstage to entertain people. He was one of the rare human beings who changed the world through his art. He would probably scoff and try and downplay his contribution, but he has touched more lives than anyone will ever know.
This man composed poetry in the form of songs—like Bohemian Rhapsody and Somebody to Love—and gave us his heart and soul when he belted them out onstage, laying himself bare for us. He invited us into his heart and he gave us the best seat at the table—even if it was just for those precious moments during concerts.
He brings us joy, makes us feel less alone, makes us dance, makes us laugh, and even saves our lives.
Thank you, Freddie.
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pumpkinlilyao3 · 1 year
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what was the inspiration(s) behind the Froger Week prompts? Also, do you have any favorite (and why) ?
First, we looked at last year's prompts to see which ones hadn't been used and could maybe be worked around for this year. Then personally I had made a list with concepts, themes, ideas that personified the bond of Froger (romantic or not) to me. We then brought our lists together, and narrowed down our choices to have a list containing both our prompts while bringing some variety!
As for favourites, I have a soft spot for "Silent Confession" (big potential for soft moments and angst), "Love Anthem" (I'm a romantic haha) and I also really like "Roaring 20s" as I love history. But I like them all and I can't wait to see what everyone will make of them 😁
Thank you for the question anon ☺️! If you or anyone has more, I'd be happy to answer.
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Theres still time for other Queen events to be added to the calendar! Eg the rare pair event and froger event, and fem Queen event were announced later in the year than january. The fandom is still there even though its quieter!
It's definitely quieter, and I don't know, I definitely remember like Jimercury Week and Maycury Week being announced pretty early on. I think Maycury Week in particular was a more set, annual thing, but did people even do it last year?
Kudos to people who are still creating, no shade there whatsoever, but the fandom is just a different place now
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For the fic writer asks, 3, 14, 20, 31, 40, 65 please!
Thanks for the ask - wow, that's quite a lot of questions! 😅
Let's see:
3. Describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic - already answered, here it is once more:
🤔 usually it starts from an image or a scene, or several. (Or a song, or a piece of dialogue...) The rest of the fic gets built around that, slowly and with much tearing off of hair, generally. 😁 But when writing flows it's almost like living inside the world of the story; it can be difficult, though, to get to that point where a story takes off like that. I'm a little reluctant to get in that deep at times, like now!
14. how do you write emotional scenes? Do you ever feel what the characters feel? Do you draw from personal experiences?
With some trepidation if it's intense 😁 - yes, I do feel with my characters (I can't write any other way), and yes, I often write my own experiences into fic!
20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?
Oh, many and many of them. Some of them are deliberate (actually I still can't believe no one's ever picked up on a purposefully repeated word at the beginning & end of each chapter of one long fic because it's not particularly subtle but 😅), some of them I'd like to get rid of! It's easiest for me to write about longing and about introspection, but I do too much of it
31. Do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?
A bit of both? 🤔 Usually it starts with an image or an idea, and that image generally includes a specific character or characters. Even if it's not fanfic, I think
40. If someone were to make fanart of your work, what fic or scene would you hope to see?
Listen. If someone wanted to make art of something I've written, it would be a great honour. I'm not sure I've ever recovered from the fanart I've received! 🥹 So I'd adore anything and everything absolutely to bits.
65. Tell us what you're most looking forward to writing - in your current project, or a future project
I'm just at the moment not getting much writing done at all. It feels like I'm hiding from the stories 😅 but I'd want to get away from all that. I'd want to write one specific moment of joy in my time travel-ish Maycury fic (none of it is posted, the fic lives in my Docs), and I really want to get the 1976 Froger fic finished because a scene in the final chapter is one of the earliest ones I wrote for it... Hopefully soon!
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Sleeping Together, an excerpt from Froger Love
Ever since boarding school, Freddie had hated sleeping alone. He'd been sent so far from home, and he missed his baba and mama so much. He didn't fit in at boarding school, something the other boys made abundantly clear, calling him buck tooth or bucky.  London was lonely. Lonelier than Freddie had ever imagined, but then he found Brian, Roger, and John.
Queen was doing well, but they needed to think bigger... All four of them were crammed into Roger's dingy van, squabbling about something silly. Well, not that silly.
"I don't want to share a room with you!" Brian exclaimed.
"Why not!" Roger whined.
"Mate, you fucking stink, and I'm not staying up till four with you again." Brian glared at Roger. "I'll be sharing a room with John, and that's final."
"But there's only one bed!" Roger tried to whisper. He just couldn't. "I know you better than Fred. No offense, mate."
Freddie sighed. "Dears, we've been driving for hours. We're all knackered. Let's stop fighting and get some sleep." Honestly, Freddie was looking forward to sharing a bed with Roger. He was always so warm. Roger went silent as Brian parked the van; his lips slightly puckered.
They grabbed their stuff, all of them staring up at the dingy hostel they found themselves in front of.
The paint was peeling off of the walls and half of the sign was missing.
"Well, isn't this lovely," Brian winced.
"Maybe it will be better inside?" Freddie considered hopefully.
"It can't exactly be any worst," John chimed in dryly.
Unfortunately, they were proven wrong about that. Reluctantly, they checked in, knowing they had little choice given that they'd never been to the city before.
Roger swallowed thickly as he shut the hotel door behind them. The hair on his arms prickled at the thought of being alone with Freddie. It both terrified and excited him at the same time. "Some hotel, huh?" Roger chuckled awkwardly as he set his suitcase to the side. He suddenly felt so unsure of himself-something which seemed to happen a lot in Freddie's company.
“Oh, this is nothing,” Freddie said, kicking off his go-go boots. “You should’ve seen the hovel we stayed in after we left Zanzibar.” Freddie shimmied out of his tight jeans and plopped onto the bed. He was completely oblivious to Roger’s staring. “I hate when we’re stuck in the van for so long! My legs are sore!” Clad in nothing but a silk shirt, Freddie started jumping on the bed just like a child. He giggled at Roger’s horrified expression.
“What are you doing?” Roger asked.
“Flying!” Freddie giggled. “C’mon, get your feet off the ground!”
Roger pursed his lips, fighting a smile at the amusement jumping on the bed seemed to bring to Freddie. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt like that. Unable to resist, he kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bed…the furniture creaking below their combined weight. “Whoops!” Roger exclaimed as both of them lost their balance, tumbling backward against the bed with a smile.
“God this feels more ancient than Brian’s old banger of a van outside!” Freddie giggled; his eyes crinkled with mirth.
It brought a warmth inside of Roger at the noise. It had been so long since he’d felt that same happiness, and it was impossible not to get swept away with Freddie.
"I'm surprised it held up under our weight." Freddie laughed, imagining the ancient bedframe giving way and them ending up even closer to the dirty floor.
"Don't even joke about that!" Roger looked horrified.
"Well, I suppose we'll not break the bed then. But that doesn't mean our night of fun has to end."
"Hmm?" Roger hummed.
Freddie grinned. "Have you ever gone sock sliding?"
“Sock sliding?” Roger frowned. Growing up, he’d not had many sleepovers with friends, so most childhood games were lost on him. “What’s that when it’s at home?”
“You’ve never heard of sock sliding?” Freddie asked in indignation. “Oh sweetie, you haven’t lived. Let me show you how it’s done.”
Roger watched Freddie carefully bound up from the bed, delicate and noiseless as a cat. All of his worries about sharing a room and a bed with Freddie had disappeared, and the two of them were back to being their usual silly selves together. It was just the distraction Roger needed.
Grabbing Roger's hand, Freddie pulled him into the hallway. "Now, it's important, we're wearing socks, otherwise it won't work, and this hostel's perfect because it's not carpeted. All we need now is a running start!" Freddie ran and slid down the hallways. Laughing like a little kid, he hollered, "C'mon, Rog, your turn!"
Roger watched him, lips pursed in amusement. But he figured he could use the distraction. “Oh, what the hell.” Roger followed his lead, stepping backward and sliding himself forward along the wooden floor. He slipped, falling to the ground with a giggle. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this free.
Freddie jumped on top of Roger.  They both shook with laughter.
“Shhh!” Someone from a different room hushed.
Freddie and Roger giggled.
A door opened and Brian poked his head out, “Quiet down!” Roger and Freddie roared with laughter.
Roger had never felt as free and giddy. All of his anxieties about being with Freddie disappeared, and it was like he couldn't stop laughing. "Oops," Roger gasped out between more giggles. "I think we've just been told off."
"I'll make it up to him tomorrow."
Roger blinked, partly taken back by the beautiful image of Freddie on top of him, a cheeky grin on his face, and his dark, shiny hair falling across his slight shoulders. He'd never noticed just how full and soft Freddie's lips seemed. In fact, they looked inviting.
As their laughter died down, Freddie could feel just how close he was to Roger. “I-I suppose we should get some sleep?”  Roger doesn’t like men, Freddie tried to remind himself. He’s my best friend. That’s all.
Roger swallowed thickly; his gaze drawn to the curve of Freddie's lips. It would be so easy to lean forwards and kiss him, cover his smile with his own, but then...what would happen after that? He was no good at relationships. His last one proved that. The thought of losing Freddie for good made his heart clench in his chest. "I guess so," Roger said reluctantly, though he couldn't seem to make his body follow that command. Instead, he remained where he was, his arm sliding around Freddie's slim waist. God, this feels so right, Roger thought to himself wistfully.
Freddie sighed. He had never been able to love anyone halfheartedly. He loved Roger as a friend, of course, he loved him as more.  But Roger didn’t know how to love right or how to love right in return. He always came to Freddie for advice, but what could Freddie say?
Roger felt his cheeks burn as Freddie slowly detangled himself from his embrace, his gaze towards the floor. A pang of panic shot through Roger at the thought of him already messing up the fragile bond between him and Freddie. He ran a hand through his hair, painfully aware just how aroused he had already gotten at their closeness. Freddie's lithe body pressed against his had felt too good to ignore... Roger shivered, his mouth dry at the prospect of how electric that first kiss might had been. But alas, Freddie would never feel the same way. And he liked him too much as a friend to lose him. "Beer?" It was the only thing Roger could think of to say. Lord knew, he could do with a drink.
Freddie snorted. "I suppose we'll both be smashed anyways. Who needs sleep anyway?" Freddie considered himself a night owl. He was always restless, but there was something about the darkness that made his thoughts bubble up like a lava lamp. "I think there's a bar downstairs." A bit of numbness would do him good because then he wouldn't care so damn much.
Roger nodded, looking away until he didn’t quite feel so flushed. He was already slightly tipsy but the ability to his numb his thoughts and feelings further was a very tempting offer. “Let’s go.” Roger lead the way, striding down the hallway with a determined spring in his step. His heart was still racing and his body still felt all tingly from their near kiss. He couldn’t get the image out of his head—the two of them entwined. How good it would feel. He shivered, clearing his throat and desperately searching for a distraction of some kind.
Freddie followed after Roger, trying to clear his thoughts of Roger's tight pants, or how his shirt didn't quite cover his toned back. Freddie shook his head. He stared at the colorful carpet instead, but it gave him the heebie-jeebies because it looked like the carpet from The Shining. Finally, they arrived at the dark bar. It was well into the morning and past the time for parties, so it was quite empty. Freddie hurried and ordered vodka. "Here's to us, I suppose," Freddie toasted, trying not to stare at Roger for too long. But it was impossible, wasn't it? Roger was a creature of sunlight and morning dew; he simply shone too brightly to ignore.
Roger smiled, his eyes lingering on the curve of Freddie's lips as he made a toast. He clinked his glass against his, holding his gaze as he took a sip. "To us." The burn of vodka against Roger's throat was delicious. It was just the distraction he needed.
“To us,” Freddie echoed. Friendship is better than nothing.  Roger had a strange look in his eyes.  But Freddie didn’t question it. He wondered how Roger saw him because when he looked in the mirror he didn’t see anything special. Just a boy who was too wild and reckless…
“So,” Roger cleared his throat, searching for a conversation starter. “How do you reckon this tour will go?” They all knew it was make or break. It was just another thing that was playing on Roger’s mind.
Freddie didn’t know. He wanted to say that of course, the tour would go fabulous. But the truth was, he didn’t know. “I’ll sing my heart out. You’ll drum your arms off. Brian will bore us all to death, but he’ll play his guitar strings off. And Deaky, well, he’ll keep us grounded. But his legs might fall off with that funky dance of his.”
Roger chuckled in fond agreement. John had only been with them for a few months, but he’d already fit in with them so well. They were a band but first and foremost, it already felt like a family. That was exactly why these newfound feelings for Freddie made things so much more complicated, he thought, his gaze lingering on Freddie’s lips a fraction too long as he went to take a sip of his drink. Freddie arched one eyebrow, amusement in his eyes. “What?” “What?” “You’re staring.” “No, I’m not,” Roger insisted, cringing internally for having got caught as he reluctantly tore his gaze away and sipped his own drink. He should have been more upset given he’d only just broken up with his girlfriend. But he’d known it was the right thing to do. They barely saw each other now that the band was taking off. And if Roger was truly being honest with himself, he’d been having more and more fantasies about a certain beautiful and exotic lead singer for quite some time. Now they were sharing a bed for the whole night-and all Roger could think was how much he was dying to kiss him. Consequences be damned.
“I suppose we should at least try to get some sleep,” Freddie said softly. He doubted he would be able to sleep so closely beside Roger. But he couldn’t take Roger’s staring anymore.  Roger was looking at him like bees and flowers…
“Err…yeah, I guess you’re right,” Roger reluctantly agreed, downing the rest of his drink and forcing his gaze away. He felt flushed with embarrassment and desire. He knew he could be a lot—he’d been told as much by almost everyone he’d ever met throughout the whole of his life. When he liked someone, he was all in. But it was different this time. It was Freddie. He would have to tread carefully. For starters, he wasn’t even convinced the feelings were mutual. Secondly, the band was too important to mess this up. And thirdly, if he managed to chase Freddie away…Brian would kill him. But the thought of spending a whole night so painfully close to Freddie was in the forefront of Roger’s mind. “Apologies in advance if I snore,” Roger tried to joke as they walked slowly back up to their room. “My sister always reckoned I’m louder than a trombone.” March 28, 2023
Freddie giggled. “I’m a bit of a bed hog.” Most of his lovers hated how clingy he was in his sleep. But his whole life he’d just wanted to be close to someone. Freddie was unsteady on his feet as he followed Roger back to their room. He wasn’t sure if Roger was talking. He couldn’t hear anything over the drumbeat of his heart.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Roger admitted, looking back at Freddie with a smile, which quickly disappeared from his face when he saw how pale Freddie had suddenly turned. “Freddie?! A-are you okay?” He raced to his side, putting a hand against his back and trying to gauge what was wrong. March 30, 2023
Freddie shivered against Roger's touch. "F-Fine, darling, just floated away for a moment."  Roger frowned.  But Freddie didn't want to explain. He lay beside Roger, staring at how his golden hair almost looked silver in the dark. He thought Roger was sleeping, so he whispered, "You deserve someone who loves you. You give yourself to all of these girls, but none of them love you, not really. And I'd give anything to love you... but I can't because no one's ever loved me either."
Roger remained still, attempting to get his head around what he’d just heard. He’d been on the cusp of sleeping when Freddie began to speak. He rolled over, catching the way Freddie’s eyelashes were fluttering softly. He put his hand on his waist and moved himself closer. “You deserved to be loved too,” Roger whispered ardently. “You’re perfect just the way you are. I just wish you could see that too.”
Startled, Freddie was terrified that Roger had overheard his heart's greatest secret. He couldn't even process Roger's words...  And Roger, knowing Freddie better than anyone else, pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. "We both deserve love," he whispered. "And I think we've been fools not realizing how much we love each other." Freddie blinked back tears, drowning in the ocean of their kiss...
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I love the husbands but I spend a lot of time thinking about Joe and Freddie as a couple 😏 Especially since Freddie was a bit older and was in his sexual liberation phase when he was dating sweet Joe. Who was the more dominant one (in bed), who liked to cuddle more… just little bits of them as boyfriend and boyfriend. I might be in the small minority but I think Freddie and Joe were a really sexy couple 👀
ANON!
Yes, I am with you there. My ADHD brain generally gets a bit bored of plain happy love stories (even when it comes to my own life, which can be... an issue... but I digress), and I love me a romance that is doomed to fail or "problematic" in some way. Oh, oh man, I have so many thoughts on Joe and Freddie!
First of all, I don't think Joe was such a shy guy. I'm pretty sure Freddie met him in a gay bar so Joe was, you know, on the scene. I'm not sure that he was behind, so to speak, in sexual liberation.
I actually think Joe and Freddie were probably a pretty equal couple, as far as romantic power dynamics were concerned. Though I think ultimately that didn't suit Freddie very well because he did very much like to have someone who looked after him and, yes, was perhaps a bit more dominant? I think Joe was just, you know, a young guy still figuring himself out and needed as much care and reassurance as Freddie did. Just on a sexual level, idk, total guesswork but I've always got top!Freddie vibes from them. In the sense that I think they probably switched it up a fair amount, whereas in other relationships Freddie didn't do that so much.
Yeah, they're a very sexy couple to me. I have written a tiny bit of fic about them and really fell in love with the idea of them then. They're probably my third favourite Freddie-ship after Froger and Maycury.
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