Power cut at Queen concert :)
Power cut at Queen concert :)
Legends of Rock Music
• 《 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐫 | 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 》•
[ 2021 | 2019 ]
🛐 "God Knows" 🛐
*me peacefully thinking I had forgotten everything about musical theatre*
Me hell brain: “I’m coming wait for me (show the way)”
My friends: so what are your thoughts?
Me: paying absolutely zero attention while my brain goes
Made a Freddy Mercury Edit because I’m bored at church.
I knew John Deacon wrote Back Chat, but I didn't know Back Chat was written to diss Brian May. This is funny because he plays this song that he was written to diss him. Oh god I love the Queen lol
(requested : wolfstar)
- lyrics , queen
“Okay okay,” James grinned, his body stretched out within the armchair, legs propped up on the small wooden table threatening to knock ink across their homework.
“What about teaching?”
“No, absolutely fucking not.”
Remus snorted around a mouthful of butter beer, his breath misting up the edge of the glass and a laugh bubbled in the back of James’s throat. Peter gave a sharp cry as his foot caught on the abandoned ink pot and trembled in place for a moment.
“James !” He groaned, blonde hair tied back in a small messy bun, not quite long enough and the spotlight for many eyes, all itching to go for the scissors.
“Peter !” Came the teasing response, voice mimicking his tone with rose an octave higher and bared his teeth cheekily, dancing his feet in the air to set the blonde on edge.
Peter scowled with no heat and slapped his feet away, serving only to crumple pages of parchment he was scrawling on and his misery echoed in a moan. James looked sheepish for a moment, as he dropped his feet from the table and reached over, tugging a few sheets from the floor.
“Sorry Pete,“ he smiled again, this time it was softer, something a touch more sympathetic and a dash contrite as his friend slumped backwards in the opposing chair. “Give it here, I’ll take a look.”
The one known as wormtail sighed and gave some sort of motion with his hand, permission for James to start through the mess of work that had overcome the table by the fire.
“So come on lupin,” he continued after a moment, leaning back with a pile of sheets in his hands and ink threatening to drip down his wrist, offering a sparkling glance as his head lolled in the werewolf’s direction. “You don’t think you’d make a great professor?”
Remus took another drink, letting the warm spread from his lips to his toes and shifted against the cushions that pillowed against his aching back and turned his eyes to the ceiling as if this were most bothersome. But when he spoke his lips twitched with amusement.
“Merlin no, it’s hard enough keeping the little buggers in check as Prefect. I’d boil my head if I thought I had to teach them too.”
Peter gave some sort of noise between a cough and a snicker, and his face smoothed a little from the lines of stress. Remus winked his way, and some of the tension drifted from his shoulders.
“I don’t think I’d mind,” James commented with a shrug, his eyes narrowed on the lines of parchment, and Remus often wondered how he deciphered Peter’s handwriting so quickly. “You’d be surprised, it’s actually quite enjoyable.”
“Yeah this coming from the head boy , who does study groups for a living.” He drawled back, lifting a hand to rake it through his hair and tipped the glass to his lips to drain the rest.
“How much do they pay you exactly?”
He smirked, as predicted James sat forwards so fast he really did knock over the ink bottle and it spilled across the carpet towards the fire. A yelp from Peter as it splashed on his shoes and he leapt up to fix the damage with a deep indignant scowl.
“I would never!” He exclaimed, slightly outraged, as he banished the ink from the floor with an angry wave of his arm. Peter winced as his papers got dangerously close to the fire, and shot Remus a dark look.
The werewolf just grinned again.
“Shut up Moony,” he grumbled, slumping back down into the chair, casting a suspicious eye towards the table as if it were the ink bottles fault.
Peter muttered something about his shoes, to which they both ignored.
“You’ve spent too much alone time with Sirius.”
If he’d have been drinking he would’ve choked, as it was his breath caught on his tongue. Blue eyes watched them suspiciously, still scowling in Remus general direction [ ‘..those shoes were tailored ..’ ]
“We share the same dorm,” he quipped dryly and rose an eyebrow “if anything he learnt it from me.”
James laughed, it reverberated in his chest like the fire itself crackling in the hearth, a new warmth filled Remus.
“Yeah yeah but who taught him-“
“That was an accident!”
“-in third year?”
They locked eyes, James grinning once more, Remus scowling, arms crossed over his chest. Peter sighed, finally dropping his accusing stare under the mounting realisation he was unlikely to get anything done and leaned over to tug the parchment from James’s hand.
It ripped and he let out a wounded cry, making several people jump somewhere out of their vision, and James snapped his eyes from their unofficial staring competition with sudden horror.
As James half lunged himself across the small space, tripping over his own untied shoelaces toward Peter, babbling an incessant stream of apologies and a gleam arose in his eyes, determined to make it right , almost full mother hen™, he sat back in search for their topic of argument.
Remus often found it amusing how people assumed they were always together, the four marauders never leaving the others side, but he could count father than both his hands and toes the amount of times they were down to three or two at a time. And Remus quite enjoyed time he could spend alone, it gave him a chance to breathe before they came battling in with some new prank or source of outrage.
Amber eyes scanned the room contently, three trips through the deep sea of red before he found his boyfriend leaning up by the vinyl towards the shadows of the corner.
For a moment, he could just watch him. The way his hands moved, animated with the charm of his smile and the soft bounce of his curls, it was something passionate then, he was trying to explain to the fifth year.
A soft exhale and Remus still wondered how he managed to get to lucky, or maybe lucky as the wrong word .. how he managed to feel so alive with one person, his blood thumping with his heart , how even to the day his lips were still the softest he had tasted, and never ceased a spark in his gut.
And then, as it often did in these moments, there followed a wave of suspicion, and then mounting dread as the fifth year turned towards the vinyl and Sirius glanced his way , something more mischievous growing on his face.
His breath caught once more, as music began to drift across the room and he heard “can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things ..” unable to stop a long suffering groan past his lips and in the corner of his eyes James’s head snapped up.
“Moony ?? what’s wrong ?”
Sirius was walking towards him, that’s what was wrong. He could almost see his fingers flex, as if to hold a microphone and his lips mouthing the words with a slight jaunt in his step.
“Remus are you-?” He cut James off with a dismissive wave, and the potter heir sat back with a pout, and a glare forming in his eye until they landed on Sirius, and his lips twitched comically. Still he seemed half ready to intercept, and a small part of Remus really hoped he would, not for the first time after all.
For a moment he considered playing up to the aching of his back, but the twinge of his muscles had not bothered him in a long time, and he’d rather not have three overbearing beasts wrestling him into bed.
Sirius takes the bottle from his hand. Remus doesn’t need to look to see all eyes are pointed their way and his heart skips a beat, but Sirius’s hands are soft, a little rough and neither skin in smooth to scars as the low tone of his voice begins to override the song.
“Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy,”
He grinned, and Remus felt his legs move upwards following the guiding hands despite his reservations, forehead pressed to his, he simply followed the music that was his lover.
“What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy?”
A shaking of his head, torn between amusement and exasperation, and Sirius span him with a laugh.
“Set my alarm, turn on my charm,” then he was twirling back into waiting arms, and a smile stretching on to his own face, an estranged noise in his throat that ripples out in his own gentle laugh, and Sirius smirks but it’s warm, caressing his heart. And his voice lowers a little, their lips grazing, Remus can feel his breath ghosting across his skin.
“That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy.”
He couldn’t help but snicker in disagreement, almost colliding heads before he dropped his face into his shoulder, the cotton soft on his skin, their bodies drifting slowly in time with the music.
[ “Ah Crap Pete I swear I didn’t mean to rip that further-!” ]
Thinking about how I wish I could’ve met Freddy Mercury before he died :/
He seems so fun and cool!!
GEORGE MICHAEL & FREDDY MERCURY