Japan 1976. 🎌
Japan 1976. 🎌
—— Brian May // Guitarist, Astrophysicist ——
I’m in the U.K. and just seen a random advert on the TV for Queen, not for an album just for the band themselves. Listen to Queen it said, who am I to argue?
70s vs 90s …
Rufus and Tigerlily! ❤
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It’s gonna be another week or so until the next chapter of My Life Has Been Saved is ready, but it will be worth the wait, there’s plenty of drama and angst to come…😮
—— Roger Taylor // Light Academia ——
Queen: You’re a opera-loving diva with a hand kink.
Led Zeppelin: You have a complicated relationship with fully-buttoned shirts, lemons, and liking Jimmy Page.
The Beatles: You’re a peace-and-love 60’s baby who uses too many emojis. You either love or hate John Lennon.
The Rolling Stones: The only rock fans that can make dancing like an electrocuted chicken look good.
The Who: You’re an anti-authoritarian 60’s baby with PTSD from the boys’ terrible haircuts.
Nirvana: You’re super anti-capitalist and own a weird amount of flannel shirts.
Joan Jett and the Blackhearts/The Runaways: You’re a lesbian.
Deep Purple: You’re shy but chaotic.
Sex Pistols: You’re a piercing/tattoo anarchist that had a complicated relationship with liking Sid Vicious. You’ve 100% been arrested.
Ramones: You’re a leather jacket rebel who wants/has Joey Ramone’s haircut.
Jimi Hendrix: You 100% play guitar and like the National Anthem for completely different reasons than everyone thinks.
Janis Joplin: You’re a feminist who wears glasses and has a complicated relationship with alcohol.
The Doors: You’re also an anarchist but in a, like, 60’s flower child way. You’ve also 100% been arrested.
Pink Floyd: You have a philosophy degree and are also very anti-capitalist in a fun, hippie way.
AC/DC: You’ve been in a fight before and will not hesitate to throw hands again.
Mötley Crüe: You watched The Dirt but didn’t read the book. You’re also either a dad who listened to them as a kid or under 20 years old.
Blondie: You have a crush on Debbie Harry.
David Bowie: You’re a dramatic thot who’s weirdly good with makeup.
Elton John: You’re a dramatic thot but with more glitter and sequins.
Guns N’ Roses: You’re a dramatic thot but with a boner for a good guitar solo.
Aerosmith: You use too much hairspray. Like, way too much hairspray. Save some ozone for the rest of us! (jk live your life babes)
Santana: You’re the ultimate Woodstock fan and also have a boner for a good guitar solo.
The Grateful Dead: You’re like Santana fans but you’re also probably older because I’ve never met a young Deadhead.
Freddie: *reading the lyrics of misfire for the first time*
Freddie: How stoned were you when writing this?
Deaky: Completely sober!
Freddie: I don’t believe you!
Necesito denunciar algo urgente, Que es? ah…. “Exceso de Grandeza”
psdta: I miss you Freddie <3
Genre: Fluff (I swear I’m working on some angst)
Word count: 1.1k
Nutshell: Freddie wakes up John to build a snowman with him in the middle of the night.
A/N: Hello everyone! Just a quick PSA, this is written and intended for fun and entertainment purposes only. I mean no disrespect to any of the people mentioned in this story! Enjoy!
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“Daddy, this is Roger.” You gestured towards the clearly terrified Roger.
“It’s lovely to meet you Mr. Y/L/N.” Roger forced a smile.
Your father completely ignored Roger, instead speaking to you directly “he treating you well?”
“We’re just friends daddy.” You didn’t know where you stood with roger, if you were in a relationship or not.
“Stop scaring him dad.” Sam, your other brother laughed “let’s go get some food.”
You were grateful for your brother ending the awkward interaction, you flashed him a smile before leading the way into the dining room.
Roger sat beside you, bobbing his leg nervously as the meal was served by one of the kitchen staff.
“Would you like a drink Miss?” The woman asked as she laid your food in front of you “I bought some of the champagne you like.”
“That sounds lovely Mary, thank you.” You smiled at her “I’m sure Rog would like a glass too.”
“Fuck that.” Sam laughed “the men drink whiskey.”
“I see you still enjoy being a sexist prick.” You scoffed at your brother.
“You’re reading too many of those books sis.” He retaliated “Mary, get Roger some whiskey.”
“You don’t have to be such a dick to people Sam.” You hated the way he spoke to your fathers staff, he was always so demanding.
“Oh get fucked Y/N.” You could tell he was starting to get annoyed.
“Don’t speak to me like that Sam.” You and Sam had always bickered, ever since you were kids.
“Why don’t you get the fuck out and go whore around with your musicians Y/N” you could see the rage building in your brothers face.
Before you could respond Roger spoke up “that’s out of line mate.”
You were shocked, Roger had seemed terrified the entire time he’d spent with your family. But the way he defended you made your heart flutter.
Sam stood up slowly, resting both hands on the table “what the fuck did you just say to me?”
“She’s your sister.” Roger spoke calmly “you shouldn’t disrespect her that way.”
Your father and Harry seemed bored with the events that were unfolding, talking amongst themselves about some deal that was ongoing.
“Stay out of it blondie.” Sam snarled at Roger.
“Can you just shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down.” You shouted, angry that this was Rogers first impression of your family.
Sam didn’t respond verbally, instead he swiped his arms along the table; smashing plates and glasses.
“Very mature.” You rolled your eyes.
This was the last straw, Sam retrieved his gun and pointed it in your direction. This seemed to get the attention of your father and Harry.
“Samuel.” Your father bellowed “Roger is our guest, you will apologise to him and your sister now.”
Sam threw his gun to the side and stormed out of the room, muttering under his breath.
“I apologise for my sons behaviour.” Your father spoke directly to Roger for the first time “it won’t happen again.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Roger’s voice shook slightly.
“Can we eat now.” Harry seemed completely indifferent to the scene that had just unfolded before him “I’m fucking starving.”
“So, are you at university too?” Your father asked, you don’t know why he bothered asking; he already knew everything about roger.
“That’s right Sir.” Roger said “I’m studying dentistry.”
“Got yourself a smart one then Y/N.” Harry teased.
“Just friends remember” you raised a finger to silence your brother.
“And what has Y/N told you about our family?” Your fathers voice was low and intimidating.
“Erm, just that you own some businesses.” Roger wasn’t sure what the correct answer was.
“Anything else?” Your father quipped his eyebrow.
“That your work isn’t completely legal.” Roger wasn’t sure if that was the right answer, and immediately regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
“Well that’s the understatement of the century.” Harry laughed “I don’t think we’ve ever actually done any work that is legal.”
You flashed Harry a dirty look, Roger would no doubt leave you after today. Things were truly fucked up.
“Y/N, let’s go talk to your brother.” Your father ignored.
You obediently followed your father out of the room to find your older brother.
“Sorry about Sam.” Harry addressed roger once they were alone in the dining room “he’s just protective of her, we all are.”
“I can see why, she’s a beautiful girl.” Roger smiled.
“She’s also got the kindest heart.” Harry added “she’s been hurt before, by her last boyfriend. Just look after her, ok?”
“Of course I will.” Roger was intreuged, you’d never spoken about your ex boyfriend before. “I’d never do anything to hurt her.”
“Mmm, I’ve heard that one before.” Harry mused “that’s what the last guy said, then he took her virginity and shagged her best friend the same night. She was devastated, she’s very sensitive.”
“Shit.” Rogers heart broke for you, he could see now why you were so guarded “what a wanker.”
“Don’t worry about it mate.” Harry grinned “we sorted him out.”
“Here’s what’s going to happen.” Your fathers voice was low and demanding “you’re going to apologise to Y/N, then you’re going to apologise to that boy in there.”
“I’m not fucking apologising, she started it.” Sam knew he sounded pathetic, but he didn’t care.
“I don’t remember giving you a choice.” Your fathers tone didn’t falter “I’ve taken a day out of my packed diary to spend with my family and you’re not about to ruin it. Apologise now or leave.”
“Sorry.” Sam mumbled, clearly not wanting to annoy your father any further.
“Fine.” You bluntly replied.
“There you go, that wasn’t so fucking difficult was it? Now we’re going to go inside and have a few drinks.” You and your brother obediently followed your father inside to join Roger and Harry.
“Everything okay in here?” You asked as you walked into the room, there was no need to ask; Roger and Harry were sat together chatting away like they were old friends.
“Rogers got a gig on Monday night” Harry declared “I’m going to watch.”
“I’ll come too” Sam added enthusiastically “sorry about earlier pal, you know how families are.”
Roger couldn’t get his head around the fact that merely 10 minutes after Sam had pointed a gun at his sister you were all sat talking like nothing had happened.
“Am I invited to?” You smiled at Roger.
“Of course love” roger smiled “only if you want.”
A man dressed in a black suit walked into the room, he whispered something in your fathers ear before promptly leaving.
“I’ve got some business I need to attend to.” Your father said in a matter of fact way “Harry, Sam; with me.”
“We should get going.” You said to Roger as the men exited the room.
“Shouldn’t we wait and say goodbye?” Roger was confused.
“No, let’s go now.” You didn’t want roger to be around when your family were dealing with ‘business’.
As you began walking out of the room you heard screams followed by your fathers booming voice. Roger froze, turning to you as if to ask for an explanation. Before you could say anything the sound of gunfire echoed through the house. Despite this Roger remained silent, until you got in the car.
“Did they just kill someone?” His voice was quiet, you could tell he was in shock.
You stared blankly at him, not wanting to answer that question.
“I don’t think I can do this.” He whispered.
“Let’s go back to mine and talk.” Your voice was shaky, you weren’t ready to say goodbye to Roger.
“Just take me home.” Roger looked up at you sympathetically “I’m really sorry, I just…I can’t do this.”