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It’s the fantastic drowse of the afternoon Sundays, that bored you to rages of tears.

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“You get one chance to do the good shit. Don’t f*ck it up”

- Brian May

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How is this man looking this good without even trying like this can’t be allowed 💛

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yeehaw intensifies 🤠

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#a child

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leggy boy ft. whatever the hell he’s doing in these pics

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queen, sheer heart attack tour

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queen backstage through the years

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“Freddie’s favourite colour was yellow, the brighter the better.” - Phoebe

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“Freddie treated the cats like his own children. He would constantly fuss over them, and if ay of them came to any harm when Freddie was aways, heaven help us. During the day the cats had the run of the house and grounds, and at night one of us would round them up and bring them inside. But that night Goliath was missing. Phoebe, Joe and I ran through the house. Still no Goliath. 

We knew that if Goliath wasn’t waiting with the other cats when Freddie got home, he’d go completely berserk. 

We kept searching and searching, but by the time Freddie arrived home, shortly before midnight, Goliath still hadn’t returned.

We owned up right away, ‘We don’t know where Goliath is. We can’t find him anywhere,’ Joe told Freddie.

From Freddie’s look we knew that his day at the studio hadn’t gone well. This was all he needed. worried by what might have happened to the kitten, he was close to tears. He ran around the house and garden calling for Goliath. He asked where we’d looked everywhere. 

Freddie became frantic, and in deep despair he hurled a beautiful Japanese hibachi through the window of the guest bedroom. It was the hibachi we had spent all our time in Japan searching for so diligently.

when Freddie clamed down we talked about what else to do. Joe suggested putting-up ‘lost’ posters in the neihbourhood, and Freddie said he would offer a £1000 reward.

I went out into the garden one last time calling for Goliath. Then I heard a car pull up in Logan Mews. I heard a front door open and close, then the tiniest of squeaks. I flew out of the house in the direction of the sound. Goliath was crouched under a car, shaking. 

I picked him up and went into the house. Freddie was over the moon. For fiveminutes or more he poured his attention on the kitten, cuddling and stroking him. Then, like a mother, Freddie scolded the cat, shouting and screaming at tiny Goliath for leaving Garden Lodge. The dark ball of fur just sat there, listening calmly to Freddie’s outburst and purring loudly.” 

Jim Hutton - Mercury and Me

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Due to personal reasons I’ll be marrying Lucy Boynton

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low quality pics, high quality man