#Leyroy

[thequietabsolute]

Four favourites daily 🎨 # 23

link to this spotify mixtape

[bluemoonstonesy]

LEYROY DONT ASSIST HIM????

[ghostlyplacetobe]

I can take care of my kids better -Joker

Joker from the DC universe?! 🤯🤯🤯 -Hadiya

Nigga What? Did I ask? -Leyroy

Hello joker

[chaotichedonist]

Tharunka (Kensington, NSW : 1953 - 2010)

Wednesday 9 June 1976, page 14

   Some funny moments to tease you into reading:

Press: Roger, you're noted for your amazing screams.

Freddie: It's a controlled scream. I'd rather call it art.

/

Freddie: You're joking dear. I'm just a singer, dear.

/

It’s been a struggle, because in the beginning nobody knew what we were doing. We were the only people who believed in ourselves.

  back at the hotel sleazy

  For all those fans who were misled by the media, Queen did not spend a couple of days-relaxing on sunny Perth beaches - it rained the whole bloody time they were there. (In Melbourne the hotel was 'besiged' by fans, who to quote Pete Brown — Queen's personal manager — seemed to be emerging from the wood work). Not to be put off however, by the Australian conditions Freddie Mercury (lead vocals and keyboards) attended the press conference in white pants and a simply sumptuous summer synthetic top with delicate butterfly sleeves curling gently over his shoulders. He was even more beautiful than Sophia Loren.

  They were all quite chatty only Roger (Meadows-Taylor, the drummer) would keep interjecting, usually over John Deacon (bass) who said not an audible word.

Press: Would you describe your music as mock opera? 

Freddie: They call it cock-opera back home. 

Roger: I suppose because the vocals are in the 'grand style'. 

Press: When is your next album coming out? 

Freddie: We'll have a rest and think about it.. 

Roger: We just don't bung'em together. 

Brian: We don't sort of write sitting in hotel rooms you know. 

Freddie: We gather influences. 

Press: Your music has been described as snob rock. What do you think? 

Freddie: I couldn't describe our music as anything. We certainly don't put across that this it intelligent music that is on a completely differenrt level to the people who come to it. 

Roger: It's written for the people. That's what it's all about. 

Press: The theme of death recurs on your albums. Why this preoccupation?

Roger: Freddie's morbid mind.

Press to Freddie: Do you consider yourself a sex-symbol?

Freddie: You're joking dear. I'm just a singer, dear.

Press to Roger: Do you consider yourself a superstar? 

Roger: As meaningless, (blows kisses).

Roger on the media - absurd for a magazine combine rock and politics. 

Press: Roger, you're noted for your amazing screams. 

Freddie: It's a controlled scream. I'd rather call it art. 

Undauted by the fearless Australians they continued talking about their lyrics and the esoteric implication.

Roger: Freddie just loves the word 'Beelzebub'. 

Freddie: Yes, well, Brian's got a taste for unusual words. 

Roger: You talking about dandling on your knee and things? 

All four of them write songs and each has at least one song on 'A Night At The Opera'. 

Brian: It's very difficult to talk about our songs as a group because we all have different ideas of what the songs are about. 

Roger: No we don't. 

Freddie: Roger's the sensitive one. 'I'm in love with my car' is the most sensitive song on the album (Night At The Opera). 

Roger did tend to sit there pouting at the bows on his pink lame gym-boots. One hardly noticed the dark roots in this gold angelic hair. We did ask, but unfortunately Roger didn't have a pic of himself in the gymboots. Roger was later accosted by David Essex fans in the foyer of the hotel, who wished to know if he was a popstar, girls now have Roger's autograph. Back to the lyrics..

Freddie: Every song is written by one of us and means something special to each one of us. Certain songs have a very literal meaning and can be understood straight away. Then there are some songs that can be taken on a lot of different levels.

He describes a lot of his songs as fantasies. 'We want to consciously lose ourselves. There are certain things we want to escape from in our lives or whatever.' He feels that people should create their own private fantasies from the images in his songs and so doesn't like to talk about what they mean to him. 'I'd hate to shatter someone's illusion. If I listen to somebody's songs I conjure up a fantasy of what its about and I like to keep it that way.'

He elaborated further.. 'Lyrically it is helpful to use certain words. You see it depends.. sometimes I want to use words that are phonetically useful. In the beginning they're surface words but you entwine them into the meaning of a song. That's what I mean about different levels.' 

Brian May has a different approach to his songs, 'There's usually something serious behind them, but I feel a big responsibility not to over-indulge in idealogies. In 'White Queen' I was very interested in the significance of Queens and White Ladies in English folk lore. The song started off as a personal experience, the frustration of not being able to communicate, I was thinking about Robert Graves' ' White Goddess' and that became involved in the song.' 

Roger: Romantic slush.

Brian: Our 'Now I'm Here' song is really about our first American tour. A big experience for anybody. It's a conglomeration of all the experiences we had on that tour. We had a great time with Mott the Hoople. I suppose they taught us to be a touring band.

We're very critical about each other and very cynical. We don't get deeply into meanings because you're living with it all the time. You have to be a bit light-hearted about it.

With four individual writers the albums were not done with a specific concept in mind. The 'White Queen' was written four years before the 'Black Queen'.

Brian: I don’t think that Freddie’s 'Black Queen' was a reaction to the 'White Queen'. We just discovered that we had these songs and the rest of the album seemed to fit around it.

Freddie: It probably subconsciously coheres.

Similarly ‘A night At The Opera’ has no overall concept though the name of the album is related to Freddie’s ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’.

As Brian puts it ‘We are four very different people with four very different directions, but there is a musical development that does make some kind of sense. Queen is very much an independent thing. We are always bouncing ideas off each other. We are very aware that we need each other.’

The rapport between them onstage bears out this statement. They work off each other in a carefully intergrated show thatt creates an atmosphere of spontaneity for the audience.

At the opening of their set there is a flash of fire and smoke as Queen emerge on stage. While music winds up they launch into ‘Orge Battle’. Like a Greek God or a simister Mephistopheles Freddie's powerful vocals cut through the smoke and flames. 

With the stage show the band is doing something different to stimulating their records. Brian: "You don't get up there and behave like you do in the street. You go up there to entertain people and give them some kind of excitement". They have rearranged some of their songs especially for stage performance, including a medley of 'Bohemian Rhapsody', 'Killer Queen', 'Black Queen' and 'Leyroy Brown', which grinds down into 'March of the Black Queen' and then skips out on a lighter note which features Brian on genuine Japanese ukalele. 

The brilliant solo Brian performs in 'Brighton Rock', with sweet high Paginini frills and harmonies, stimulating two or three guitars on stage, is in a style he has evolved himself. He got the idea the first time he was in a recording studio. Says Brian: "It was my first experience of doing multi-tracking. It happened to be in the cannon-things which repeat themselves. You play one, then you play the same over the top of it after a time interval. Later we started to do those things on stage but there was the problem of how to do it. We started having a single delay and then another one over the top of it. Then afterwards you do another repeat on the second. You can then do three part harmonies with yourself. We started to base it all on ten second solos and it grew and grew. There's a lot of other people doing it now and I'm glad because it’s a thing you can play around with.' 

In the stage arrangement of "Prophet's Song' Freddie uses a similar echo feedback system which multiplies his voice into a celestial choir. His voice floats as a vision - "Listen to the madman' - while Brian plays some beautiful guitar.

encore amore

Brian describes their encore performance as the time when the band really unwinds. "It's nice at the encore to just completely unbend and make a fool of yourself. It gets rid of the tension between the band and the audience. I used to get a kick out of going to concerts to see rock groups like the 'Who' and feeling involved, like the group knew you were there. WE go by the kinds of things we think people would like at an encore. It's at a very basic level really, an energy level, a physical level. Rock and Roll is kind of a body music. I get as much satisfaction out of basic rock'n'roll like Status Quo as the most sophisticated music I know.' 

The audience certainly enjoyed it and really let loose their energy. Roger (who claimed the most female screams) in rainbow mop-wig opened the encore with slow heavy rock-beat as Freddie did a dramatic entrance in a silk kimino. As he eased into 'Big Spender', he peeled off to striped hot pants for an outrageous version of 'Jailhouse Rock' - simple hard-driving rock'n'roll that had everybody out of their sets.

gettin' feelin' thru th' transistors

Brian was rather upset that the Australian Press should braiid them as a manufactured band. If 'Bohmeian ,hapsody' can be seen as incorporating the spectrum of s talent - mood changes, heavy stuff, the soft ballad - it is not because they (men of letters from universities) have developed a magic 'X' formula. Rather the song can be seen as a musical progression, a reworking of motifs off their other albums. 

Brian can only say that, 'They obviously didn't see us in the earlier days. I can understand why they'd say that over here. Big impact. Overnight success. It must have been all calculated. If you’d seen the way it happened in England, you wouldn’t think that. I’ve had years playing pubs in England where people were drinking beer and discussing what other people were doing and not listening to the music. I want to build up this thing where people do want to go to a concert. While it begins to look like the commercial side, it;s what it’s all about. I want knock it because I want people to come and hear what we do. 

It’s been a struggle, because in the beginning nobody knew what we were doing. We were the only people who believed in ourselves. We started playing because we had some kind of vision that we thought was worthwhile. For over a year and a half we were playing to ourselves. Gradually you gather people around who believe and that’s the way it happened.

Nobody is going to tell us to play what is commercial. What we play comes from us. We’re very lucky really in that we have a kind of audience who are attentive to whatever direction we choose to follow. One of us will come up with a song and we'll say, 'Yeah, it needs that kind of treatment and maybe that turns out to be something you call heavy and sometimes something which is light.' 

To get back to the charge that they are a manufactured band, while he doesn't like it, he can only take it as a compliment that they think the band is so good. He doesn't consider himself a technician "technically I've stayed the same for the last six or seven years. Progress is what you feel and what you are putting across. That's what playing is about for us.' 

Freddie: There's a lot of music there too.

Roger: A bit of music, yeah.

low key queen

By Anne Finnegan

Wednesday 9 June 1976

If you save, do not forget to leave a link to this, coz i kinda found it by myself and made and transcipt. Thanks :)

[waterproofchronicles]

Eventos históricos, em um mundo que não se tem referências, dão consistência necessária para que a história do livro não fique solta e sem coesão. No livro que estou escrevendo, alguns eventos serão citados e darão início a história de modo que tudo se ligue em algum momento.

Anos Vermelhos (1915 - 1935).

São chamados assim os anos em que a família Naris ficaram no poder. Instaurou-se uma ditadura militar em que o principado foi revesado pelos três irmãos Lito, Praga e Dosyl Naris. As mais severas leis foram criadas e difundidas nesse período de tempo e elas continuam valendo até os dias atuais.

1915 - 1920 - Lito Naris (Príncipe Consertador).

O homem subiu ao poder a partir de um golpe militar que foi realizado no dia 15 de janeiro de 1915. As bases políticas não estavam tão sólido e o Condado dos Patos estava passando por uma onda imensa de miséria. Apesar de nunca ter passado por um processo de aclamação, Lito não foi rejeitado a principio. De um modo geral e superficial, os cinco anos do poder de Lito giraram na reconstituição do lugar, de sansões que ajudariam a economia, exportação de serviços. Apesar da boa popularidade e da reconstituição do Príncipe, Lito foi o primeiro a implantar leis do silêncio, toques de recolher e punições mais severas a ser aplicadas (como espancamento e desaparecimento de pessoas contra o regime).

1921 - 1926. Praga Naris (Príncipe de Chumbo).

Houve um acordo interno entre os irmãos de que cada um deles governaria por cinco anos inteiros, tendo por objetivo não desgastar as imagens deles. Lito era adorado pelas pessoas, a criminalidade havia caído bastante, porém o Praga queria muito mais. Seu governo começou em 15 de janeiro de 1921, data que ficou marcado o primeiro aniversário da tomada do poder. Seu governo ficou conhecido por fazer presos políticos em centros "especializados" e execuções em praça pública, tanto de guerras passadas quanto atuais. Foi Praga o idealizador e responsável pelos atos que ficaram conhecidos como "Caça às Bruxas"  que se tratava de erradicar os Leyroy do planeta de uma vez por todas.

1926 - 1930. Dosyl Naris (Príncipe Impostor)

Sucedeu o irmão assim que foi percebido que o irmão já não era mais tão bem quisto pelo moradores da cidade. Os três irmãos já tinham presenciado a crueldade daquele povo. Seu governo foi conhecido pelo excesso de gastos em manutenção de programas que não beneficiavam de fato outras pessoas além da própria família Naris. As execuções nas ruas ficaram mais teatrais assim como houveram verbas importantes destinadas para as execuções e, especialmente, para o programa de Caça as Bruxas. Implantou um financiamento compulsório destinado ao exército Espada Vermelha em terras de vassalagem Naris que dura até os dias atuais.

1931 - 1935 - Lito Naris (Príncipe Consertador).

Assumiu em 15 de janeiro de 1931. Foi marcado na história por acabar de vez com a medida de Caças às Bruxas, porém não por completo. Foi implantada uma outra lei que não extermina fisicamente, mas também não permitia que os Leyroy vivessem com decência. Os irmãos não ficaram felizes com ele. Seu segundo governo ficou marcado pelo sangue e por ser o mais violento de todos. Tanto por conta das execuções e dos "centros especializados" que prisioneiros eram levados. A população civil passou a ser envolvida em treinamentos excessivos de guerra, a admissão compulsória no exército para todos, independente do sexo, toques de recolher mais severos e zero tolerância para quem estava na rua fora de seu horário. Liberdade de expressão era algo que já não existia. Até mesmo o bar dos Beleof, que jamais passara por nenhum tipo de censura, sofreu repressão e foi usado para treinamentos de soldados. Lito Naris faleceu tentando salvar a irmã, Adly, de sequestradores.

No dia 15 de novembro de 1935 os Anos Vermelhos acabam para sempre com a morte dos três homens. Por motivos desconhecidos, a família Naris nunca sofreu nenhum tipo de punição por causa de sua conduta horrível perante a sociedade.

1936. Felton Sylris (Príncipe do Povo)

Felton foi o único príncipe da história a ser aclamado com a real participação da população, colocando a família Sylris como grande o bastante. Embora ele tenha favorecido seus familiares ao dar terras melhores, não foi um príncipe ruim.  Foi responsável por revogar algumas das leis vermelhas, consertar a economia, mas era obrigado a responder aos Naris quando se tratava da pasta da segurança pública.  Apareceu misteriosamente envenenado em 1940, começando assim a Primeira Guerra Civil.

LEIS VERMELHAS QUE AINDA VIGORAM:

É vetado aos cidadãos do Condado dos Patos ter olhos azuis. Crianças nascidas louras devem ser carregadas para a quarentena até seus olhos abrirem. Quando acontecer definirá o destino da criança. Olho azul é punido à mãe e à criança com a morte.

É vetado aos Leyroy os direitos de: acumulo de bens e propriedades, a se reproduzir, ser eleito, ter cargos públicos, não podem se casar ou qualquer benefício governamental.

Ajuda ao Leyroy é punida com 18 anos de reclusão com trabalho forçado em centros especializados.

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[artificialqueens]

Emergency Contact (Bitney) Lolacola01

Shane had only just arrived back home after a long day of photo shoots and interviews for his up and coming shows. The front door had only just closed when his cell began to ring loudly through the empty hallway. With his bag in one hand, and his keys in the other, Shane struggled to get his cell out of his back pocket.

“Hello?”

“Hi am I speaking to Shane Jenek?” A woman with a strong American accent asked.

Shane rolled his eyes, he had been getting random phone calls all week. Usually people asking about his power supplier. “Depends,” Shane answered. “Who’s asking?”

“I am a nurse from Cedars-Sinai medical hospital, your name is down for one of our patients emergency contacts.”

“I.. what?” Shane asked confused.

“Our patient… Leroy Haylock has you as his emergency contact.”

“I think you have the wrong person,” Shane answered back confused. “I don’t know anyone called Leroy.”

“You might know him as Roy,” the nurse suggested.

“Yeah that’s… you mean Bianca?” Shane asked.

“I’m sorry Mr Jenek but this conversation is going round in circles,” the nurse sighed. “Maybe I do have the wrong person.”

“No, no,” Shane said quickly. “No you have the right person… wait, you’re saying Roy is the the hospital? Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry I don’t know about his case, I have just been asked to call and let you know where he is,” the nurse answered. “If you come to the front desk of the emergency room and ask for his name, someone will have more information for you.”

Shane only took the time to throw his bag down in the corner of his room before he rushed back out of the front door and towards his car. He had no idea Roy was even back in LA, the last time they had talked he was still in London. And he had no idea why he was his emergency contact. Why wasn’t it Jamie, Bianca’s assistant. Surely he would be a better match. They were always together anyway. As Shane sped through the streets, he tried to imagine why Roy was at the emergency room. His first thought was car accident, or someone had hurt him, but the more he thought of that, the more his heart pound in his chest. So as he pulled his car up to the front of the hospital he tried to think of anything else. Of course Roy wouldn’t have gotten into an accident, and there is no way he’d been attack. It’s probably something stupid like he tripped on his heels or something. One of those long dresses he insists on wearing tripped him up, and he’s sitting on a hospital bed with a bandaged ankle and he needs a ride home. That was probably it.

Shane found reception as soon as he rushed through the doors of the emergency room. A small elderly looking woman stood behind the desk, looking bored out of her mind. “Roy Haylock,” Shane said quickly as he rushed to the desk.

“Excuse me?”

“Roy Haylock,” Shane repeated. “I’m looking for a Roy Haylock. I got a call to say he was hear.”

“Roy Haylock?” the nurse asked, looking at her computer. “Are you sure they called from hear, because I don’t see a…”

“Sorry Leyroy,” Shane corrected. “His name is Leroy Haylock.”

“Ah I see,” the nurse nodded. “I have him here.”

“Is he okay?” Shane asked in a panic. “I mean he’s not like… he’s not dead is he?”

“I can assure you he’s not the dead,” the nurse answered. “But I can’t let you know anything until I know who you are.”

“I’m Shane.”

“That’s nice dear,” the nurse smiled. “But I was looking more for what your relationship is with the patient. I can’t just let anyone who runs in here know about my patients.”

“Oh well I’m his emergency contact.”

“That’s also nice dear,” the nurse smiled. “But I need to know your relationship with the patient. Are you family.”

“No I’m…”

“Because if you’re not family I can’t let you see him,” the nurse interrupted quickly before Shane could finish. “Like if you were his brother or his husband.”

“Well I’m not his brother,” Shane frowned. Unless one of us were adopted.”

“So that would make you his husband?” the nurse asked.

“Do you need to see proof that I’m his husband?” Shane quizzed.

“Of course not dear,” the nurse smiled.

“Then I’m his husband,” Shane answered quickly.

Then I can tell you he’s in room two, that door right behind you,” the nurse said pointing over Shane’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Shane smiled before turning to look at the open door behind him.

Shane stepped silently into the open door, he was afraid of what he was going to see, but once inside all he could see was Bianca. Laying back in the hospital bed, wig off, make up all over the place and wearing an awful looking hospital gown.

“Who the hell called up?” Roy groaned as he looked up and saw Shane staring at him.

“The nurse,” Shane answered taking a step towards the bed.

“I told that nosy old bitch to leave me alone,” Roy grumbled. “You don’t have to be here Shane, I’m fine. I’m just waiting for the doctor to say I can go home.”

“Well I’m guessing the nurse called because I’m listed as your emergency contact,” Shane explained.

“Don’t look so excited about it,” Roy warned. “I was fighting with Jamie when I filled that in, I didn’t think I would have to use it.”

“Well I’m here now,” Shane shrugged.

“And you can also leave now,” Roy sighed. “You don’t have to be here Shane.”

“Just let me know that you’re okay,” Shane asked. “I mean you are okay, aren’t you?”

“I’m fine,” Roy grumbled. “I just got a little light headed. Maybe my heels were too high or my wig was too tight. Anyway I’m fine now.”

“How did you end up here?”

“Okay Mr Haylock I have your test results back.” A doctor walked into the hospital room looking down at a clipboard in his hand. “Ah you must be Mr Haylock’s husband,” the doctor added when he looked up to see Shane standing by the bed.

“Husband?” Roy asked confused. “What the hell are you…”

“Yes dear,” Shane said grabbing hold of Roy’s hand. “You know because it’s only family that get to see you.”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy grumbled before looking back at the doctor. “I’m fine Doc. I don’t need to know any test results.”

“Roy don’t be stupid,” Shane frowned. “If there was nothing wrong with you, then you wouldn’t be sitting in a hospital bed right now. Go on Doctor.”

“Well like I was saying,” The doctor said looking down at his notes. “We ran a few blood tests and well a few of the results came back a little… off.”

“Off?” Roy frowned. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means we have to take more blood,” the doctor answered. “Just to compare.”

“Look I’m fine,” Roy sighed. “I don’t need.”

“He’ll have the tests,” Shane interrupted.

“It might take an hour or two to get the results back,” the doctor explained as he gave an nervous glance towards Roy.

“That’s fine,” Shane smiled patting Roy’s hand. “I’ll be here with him.”

“Well I’ll send an nurse in to get more blood.”

“Like there’s any left,” Roy grumbled as the doctor walked out.

“So are you in a mood because you’re not feeling good or is there something else?” Shane quizzed as he pulled a chair towards the bed.

“I’m not in any kind of mood,” Roy shrugged. “I’m just… you didn’t have to come. I would have been fine.”

“And I would have been the worlds worst friend if I didn’t,” Shane pointed out. “I couldn’t leave you here all alone. And I needed to know you were okay.”

“Well you can see I’m fine so…”

“I’m not leaving you Roy,” Shane interrupted. “So don’t go on.”

“Great,” Roy groaned. “That big mean bitch is back.”

Shane looked towards the door where an nurse stood talking to the doctor. “I’m guessing she took blood last time.”

“She dug that needle in too far,” Roy complained.

“You’re acting like you’re afraid of needles or something,” Shane laughed causing Roy to shift uncomfortably in the bed. “You’re not, are you?”

“Don’t be so stupid,” Roy snapped.

“You can’t be scared of needles,” Shane remarked confused. “You’ve had botox.”

“I was drunk,” Roy snapped. “Oh god, here she comes.”

“Now Mr Haylock,” the nurse smiled. “Are we going to be nicer this time?”

“Nicer?” Shane asked glancing at Roy.

“I might have called her some names last time,” Roy shrugged.

“He’ll be fine,” Shane smiled as he took Roy’s hand in his. “Won’t you?”

“Just get on with it,” Roy sighed.

Shane sat quietly as he watched the nurse prepare the needle. He could feel Roy’s hand grip his tighter and tighter as the nurse got closer. “Hey,” he whispered causing Roy to turn and look at him. “It really is going to be okay. Just keep looking at me.”

“I hate this,” Roy said quietly.

“I know,” Shane smiled softly as he reached out to stroke Roy’s cheek. Letting his thumb dip into his dimple. “But look she’s already done it,” he said nodding towards the nurse as she placed the bottles of blood into a tray.

“That’s not what I meant,” Roy mumbled.

Shane waited for the nurse to leave before answering Roy. “What do you mean then? What do you hate?”

“I hate.. I just… I hate being this vulnerable,” Roy spat out.

“But it’s only me,” Shane laughed confused. “You don’t have to hide anything from me.”

“When I got backstage after my show I could feel myself getting sick,”Roy admitted as he picked at the bed sheet. “It was like everyone was going distant, like they were all slipping away. I just had to get out of there. I ended up in the parking lot of the club, and before I knew it I was laying on the ground and this couple were calling me an ambulance. I knew I was going to need one, that’s why I went outside.”

“You went outside so you didn’t collapse in front of your friends?” Shane frowned.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?” Roy sighed.

“You’re too hard on yourself,” Shane sighed. “Like admitting you need help is some big scandal in your world.”

“I really didn’t want you to come here,” Roy sighed. “I must look terrible and for you of all people to see me like this. Well it’s not good.”

“I think you look great,” Shane smiled. “I mean the make up is a little on the clown side, but when isn’t it?” he added with a smile.

“Bitch,” Roy grumbled as he tried to hide his own smile.

“Wait what do you mean me of all people?”

“What?”

“You just said for you of all people to see me like this,” Shane answered. “What does that mean?”

“I don’t know,” Roy shrugged.

“Because I’m your friend Roy,” Shane pointed out. “If I can’t see you like this, then who can?”

“Friend,” Roy scoffed.

“We’re not friends?” Shane frowned.

“Yes we’re friends,” Roy nodded.

“But you just scoffed like we weren’t,” Shane remarked. “You did that little eye roll you do and everything. In fact if I’m being honest you’ve been like this for months with me. Every time we get together for dinner or something, it’s like you can’t wait to get away. We hardly even call each other any more.”

“You’re being stupid,” Roy shrugged. “That’s all in your head.”

“Last month we were both in New York and I suggested that you stay in my hotel for the night. We could have hung out, watched a movie. You know, caught up. But when I suggested it, you looked like you wanted to run.”

“You only had one bed in your hotel room,” Roy pointed out.

“And?” Shane shrugged. “it was a double. We’ve can’t share a bed.”

“No.”

“You know what I think this is?” Shane asked.

“Tell me,” Roy sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Ever since I called you that night and told you I had slept with someone with HIV you have been different,” Shane sighed. “It’s like you are judging me. Like you’re disgusted by me. I think that’s why you didn’t want to share a bed with me that night.”

“Oh don’t be so fucking stupid,” Roy snapped. “It’s got nothing to do with that.”

“So there is something wrong,” Shane nodded. “I knew there was. Well go on. What’s wrong with me?”

“There is nothing wrong with you,” Roy sighed. “And I don’t want to talk about this any more.”

“Well if there’s nothing wrong with me,” Shane remarked. “Its got to be what happened with that guy. You can’t stand me now because of it.”

“I can’t stand you?” Roy laughed. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Then why are you being like this with me?” Shane snapped. “Why are you pushing me away?”

“Because I fucking love you,” Roy snapped. “That’s why.” Roy threw himself back against the pillow as he clenched his eyes shut. “You just had to push, didn’t you?”

“I. I didn’t mean to,” Shane stuttered. “I just wanted to know what was wrong.”

“And now you do,” Roy grumbled. “And now you can get up and run. I don’t have the energy to stop you.”

“Well what if…” Shane paused looking down at his and Roy’s hand wrapped together on the bed. “What if I don’t want to run?”

“I’d say you must enjoy awkward situations,” Roy answered, not opening his eyes.

“maybe,” Shane nodded. “Or maybe I liked hearing what you said.”

“What part?” Roy asked opening his eyes and turning his head to look at Shane.

“The because I fucking love you part,” Shane smiled.

“You only enjoyed that because you never hear people saying they love you,” Roy said rolling his eyes. “They’re usually too busy tip toeing out of your room in with their shoes in their hands.”

“Nice,” Shane nodded. “Telling me you love me and calling me a whore at the same time.”

“A bad whore,” Roy pointed out. “If you were a good whore they’d want to spend the night.”

“i hope that nurse comes back for more blood,” Shane frowned causing Roy to laugh.

“What I said,” Roy sighed. “We’re going to put that down to me being high on pain meds, aren’t we?”

“Are you on pain meds?”

“No,” Roy answered. “But lets pretend I am. It’s better than having our friendship ruined by my outburst.”

“We could do that,” Shane nodded. “Or we could talking about you being in love with me.”

“I’m not now,” Roy frowned. “I got over it.”

“I’m not that easy to get over,” Shane smirked.

“Why am I in love with you?” Roy asked confused. “I mean you can’t be my type. You’re too full of yourself.”

“And yet you are in love with me,” Shane smiled.

“You’re taking this very well,” Roy remarked. “I think if one of my friends admitted they were in love with me, I’d want to run a mile. Hell I would run a mile.”

“Well I guess I’m taking it well because I might feel the same way,” Shane smiled softly.

“Don’t,” Roy warned. “Don’t, say things like that just to make me feel better.”

“Like I’d do that,” Shane scoffed. “I’m not that nice.”

“So what’s your game here?” Roy asked. “Why are you saying this?”

“Why do you think I was so desperate to get you into my bed that night in New York?” Shane asked. “I don’t just let anyone sleep beside me.”

“Yes you do,” Roy frowned. “You do that all the time.”

“They never sleep.”

“Because they’re too busy tip toeing out of your room?” Roy asked.

“Something like that,” Shane mumbled. “But that’s not the point. The point is I love you too.”

“Just like that?”

“No not just like that,” Shane rolled his eyes. “It’s been a while.”

“A while?”

“Maybe a year or two,” Shane nodded. “Hey when did we spend that night laying in the grass watching the stars?”

“The pizza party?” Roy frowned.”

“Yeah,” Shane smiled. “It’s been since then.”

“That was three years ago,” Roy frowned.

Well it’s been three years,” Shane smiled. “When did you start loving me?”

“You have loved me for three years and you didn’t tell me?” Roy asked annoyed.

“Like that was going to end well,” Shane laughed. “You would have told me to fuck off. So how many months have you loved me?”

“Four years,” Roy sighed.

“Longer than me?” Shane asked surprised. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me?”

“Like that would have ended well,” Roy scoffed. “I mean you’re… you and I’m… just me.”

“And what does that mean?”

“It means I’m not exactly your type,” Roy answered. “You usually go for big buff guys with no brain cells.”

“You make me sound shallow,” Shane frowned.

“I’m quoting you directly,” Roy pointed out.

“Well my heart doesn’t understand my type,” Shane shrugged. “Because for three years it’s been craving you.”

“This is weird,” Roy sighed. “How are we having this conversation so calmly?”

“Yeah,” Shane smirked. “In the movies when people confess they love each other, there’s usually tears and music and they fall into each arms. We’re talking like we’re agreeing that we both love pineapple on our pizzas. Oh I know what I can do.”

“Sing and I will have you thrown out of here,” Roy warned.

“Well it’s either that or one of us cries,” Shane frowned.

“See this is why we’d never work,” Roy sighed. “You’re too crazy.”

“I guess,” Shane shrugged. “So does that mean we’re not going to try?”

“Try what?”

“Being in love,” Shane answered. “Together.”

“It would end in us killing each other,” Roy answered. “Or me killing one of your muscle bound trade.”

“Because you’d be jealous?” Shane smiled.

“Yes,” Roy said through gritted teeth. “I’d be jealous.”

“Well I could help you what that,” Shane remarked.

“And how would you do that?”

“I could stay away from muscle trade,” Shane answered. “Hell I could stay away from all trade. And just be with… you.”

“Like that could work,” Roy laughed. “You being faithful.”

“Hey I can be faithful,” Shane frowned. “Single Shane boyfriend Shane are very different people.”

“Boyfriend?”

“Well yeah,” Shane nodded. “I mean if we were to do this, we’d be boyfriends. I mean if you wanted to be.”

“You’d only get bored,” Roy said shaking his head. “Let’s just forget it.”

“I know,” Shane smiled. “Lets make one of those packs. Like we get to a certain age and if we’re still single we get together.”

“Like we have our fun while we can and then become a couple?”

“Sure,” Shane nodded.

“Okay,” Roy smiled. “So what age do we pick?”

“How about when I turn thirty five? Shane suggested.

“Shane you turned thirty five months ago,” Roy frowned.

“Oh so I did,” Shane smiled. “I guess that settles it. We’re a couple.”

“It’s that simple is it?”

“It’s that simple,” Shane nodded. “Now stop fighting it. You love me, I love you. Just let it happen,” he added before picking Roy’s hand up and kissing the back of it. “We’re a couple now.”

“Romantic,” Roy scoffed.

“I’m trying to be,” Shane nodded. “That’s why our first kiss won’t be in an awful hospital room with you still in half Bianca drag.”

“Oh god,” Roy groaned. “I forgot I was still in make up. Well this is just great. How can you love me?”

“Call me weird, but I happen to find Bianca very attractive.”

“Says no one ever.”

“Shut up,” Shane laughed. “You happen to make a cute clown.”

“Thanks for not kissing me right now.”

“Said no one to me ever,” Shane smirked. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to wait long for a kiss. As soon as we’re out of here, you’ll get it.”

“If I get out of here,” Roy sighed.

“What does that mean?”

“You heard the doctor,” Roy answered. “They have to run more tests. That means they found something weird.”

“It might not.”

“I’ve not been feeling great for a while,” Roy sighed. “I keep getting these headaches. I don’t sleep. My mind is all fuzzy. I think there could be something serious.”

“Or it’s nothing,” Shane said squeezing Roy’s hand.

“I’m scared,” Roy said quietly.

“That’s okay,” Shane said moving to sit on the bed. “you can be scared if you want, because I’m here and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“Got your doctors degree now have you?”

“Okay fine,” Shane said rolling his eyes. “Things might happen but Ill still be here. Better?”

“A little,” Roy sighed as he rested his head on Shane’s shoulder.

They both stayed like that until the doctor came back with Roy’s test results. Shane held Roy’s hand in both of his as the doctor began to talk. “so we ran the test again and it looks like everything is normal.”

“Normal?” Roy frowned.

“I knew they would be,” Shane smiled.

“Yeah we just wanted to run them again to make sure,” the doctor nodded. “But it looks like everything is fine.”

“Fine?” Roy frowned. “But I collapsed. I passed out.”

“Mr Haylock when was the last time you went on a vacation?”

“Vacation,” Shane scoffed. “Like he knows what that is.”

“It’s been a couple of years,” Roy frowned. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“And do you take regular days off from your work?”

“No,” Shane answered. “He finished one tour on a Friday and started the next one on a Monday.”

“Thank you Shane,” Roy said through gritted teeth. “I can take it from here.”

“Well that explains it,” The doctor smiled. “Mr Haylock you are exhausted. You are working too hard and this is your body telling you to slow down. Now I hope you listen to it.”

“Oh he will,” Shane nodded. “As soon as we get home he’s booking time off.”

“When did you become the boss of me?” Roy frowned looking at Shane.

“Oh about twenty minutes ago,” Shane smirked.

“So that’s all,” the doctor said causing them both to turn and look at him. “Unless there’s anything you want to discuss with me?”

“No,” Roy said shaking his head. “I just want to go home.”

“I have something,” Shane smiled. “He loves me,” he added nodding his head towards Roy.

“I would hope so,” the doctor smiled. “He is your husband after all.”

“Oh yeah,” Shane laughed. “I’d forgotten about that,” he added causing the doctor to give him a funny look.

“Oh god you’re an idiot,” Roy groaned.

“But I’m your idiot,” Shane added with a wide smile.

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Watch the first episode of FOX’s new sci-fi comedy series Ghosted ahead of its premiere, which stars Parks and Recreation‘s Adam Scott and The Office‘s Craig Robinson.

Ghostedfollows a cynical skeptic, Leyroy (Craig Robinson), and a genius “true believer”  in the paranormal, Max (Adam Scott), as the pair are recruited by a secret government agency to look into the rampant “unexplained”…

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Literally didn’t ask -Roc

Don’t care -José

Didn’t give two fucks. You’ll see her in five months -Leyroy

AA. A A A A A A A A. A A A A A A A A. AA A. A A A A A A A AA A A AA -Hadiya

She’s being sent to Dante’s Inferno lmao -Cassandra

My beautiful wife

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Guys I am so sorry pt 2: look I make up some weird stuff on this blog, but lester is not a criminal investor, he is leyroys friend and a law abiding citizen who invests money back into his own community and helps even the youngest in the community to thrive economically.

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I CAN’T BELIEVE HE DID THIS | THE LEROYS

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Embora estivesse presente, Nip havia alertado a Rainha das Terras Mortas de que para fazer com que fosse possível interferir no passado, a magia usada deveria ser de morte e de que não tinha qualquer razão para que ele fizesse com que o chá exercesse um poder maior. Nip sabia que depois daquele chá, independente da lembrança que ela veria nunca mais seria a mesma.

Nyferth conhecia aquele lugar como a palma de sua mão.  Quando fugira de casa e finalmente entrou pelas fronteiras sem proteção de uma área que deveria ser inabitada foi um dos primeiros lugares que havia se hospedado. Estava tudo exatamente como ela se lembrava; as pichações que falava contra o sistema que em que crescera, as iniciais daqueles que ficaram conhecidos como “os quatro herdeiros.” Ela simplesmente adorava aquele lugar, mesmo que não tivesse tempo para ir lá e mostrar ao filho o lugar em que começara a se encontrar. Acontece que não estava ali para evocar as próprias lembranças e o mago branco havia lhe alertado muito bem a respeito de não deixar a mente interferir na magia. Poderia ser perigoso demais.

A mulher de cabelos cinzas perseguiu as risadas e encontrou um dos quartos. Encontrou lá uma mulher deitada com a cabeça nas coxas de um homem que Nyferth fez questão absoluta de olhar para o rosto. Seus olhos pareciam demais com os próprios: âmbar que brilhavam como nunca tinha visto antes. Havia um contorno castanho em volta das írises que o deixava ainda mais bonitos.  Em seu supercilio havia um corte em diagonal e o olho direito tinha um hematoma que começava a sumir num roxo meio amarelado.   Os cabelos dele eram tão pretos como uma noite sem luar e a pele era um tom muito semelhante a sua própria: levemente queimada pelo sol. Se vestia com não mais que uma calça jeans surrada de tonalidade clara e uma camiseta que tinha dizeres contra o sistema.

A mulher, por sua vez, tinha a pele amarelada e os olhos verdes tão claros quanto os do irmão mais velho, porém parecia uma pequena pérola. Seus pés calçados em coturnos militares surrados, calças jeans e uma camiseta camuflada em vermelho desbotado que caberia umas duas da mulher que a vestia. Seus cabelos haviam crescido e deixado transparecer a raiz que já lhe batia na altura dos olhos em um castanho médio. A tintura dos cabelos estava desbotada e era lilás em tom pastel.

Nyferth poderia afirmar por conta da aparência clássica que eles pertenciam às famílias Leyroy e Naris respectivamente. As cores estavam ali e não enganavam a ninguém. Mas nunca houveram relatos na história de que um Naris e um Leyroy pudessem conviver em paz, mesmo que as cores e traços do casal fosse familiar para si. Eram as cores de seus pais.  As risadas pararam no momento em que a mulher dissera algo que Nyferth não tinha prestado atenção, uma vez que estava concentrada em saber quem eram aquelas pessoas.

“Bem sabe que eu não conseguiria.” Respondeu o homem que era visivelmente mais baixo e que tinha os nós da mão feridos.  “Eu não fui feito para regras.”

“Então como vamos fazer isso?” Perguntou ela mordendo por um segundo o canto do lábio. “Não sabemos quem vem por aí e o quanto ele vai nos ajudar.”

               O homem então notou algo que Nyferth deixou passar naquele mesmo momento. “Miclarah.” Ele a chamou em um tom tão manso que não o reconheceu. O pai com quem crescera sempre fora tão revoltado e tão duro em suas palavras que ao perceber que aqueles dois eram seus pais seus olhos âmbar se arregalaram e ela se encolheu. Vendo-o com feições muito mais jovens e muito mais felizes do que tinha visto nos dois.  Sentindo um vento frio de repente lhe corroer a pele, ela passou as mãos sobre os braços e se encolheu em um canto da parede. A sensação de saudade dentro do peito era fria como o inverno.

               Miclarah virou-se  com o olhar medroso para Aroylac que lhe sorria. A espectadora sentiu-se amparada diante da calma de seu pai. Mesmo nos momentos em que ele levava café para si e lhe contava sobre o que tinha visto pro lado de lá da Sexta Área, não era tão calmo, não era tão no controle de si próprio. “Você sempre pode culpar a mim.”

“É um julgamento por desertar.” Miclarah respondeu sem nenhuma risada. De onde a filha do casal via tudo havia um tom divertido na voz do homem. Nyferth por si só teria rido por horas, se lhe fosse permitido, mas sua mãe era tão resistente ao humor quanto Daloon.  “Se jogar a culpa em você, poderá ser morto.”

“Executar Leyroy é um hobby da sua família?”

“Você não é um Leyroy. Não mais.” Entristecido, Aroylac fechara seus olhos e tombara a cabeça para trás. Um silêncio reinara por alguns minutos. Um silêncio que faria muitos estragos se permanecesse.  “E você está certo de que eu não devo renegar em cerimônia tão oficial quanto sua própria.” Havia uma nota de mágoa naquele tom de voz.

“Tenho o prazer de usar nomes de assassinos para que não faça isso.”

“Pare de falar assim. Não escolhi nascer uma Naris e não gosto da carga que ele tem tanto quanto você.”

O renegado dera um suspiro audível.  “O que acontece com o filho de um casal renegado?” A pergunta fez com que Nyferth se sentisse ainda pior por sempre ter acusado a mãe que não vira morrer de não ser corajosa o bastante para renegar ao conforto dado pelos Naris. Nunca soubera que aquilo, na verdade, se tratava de um sacrifício de comum acordo. Percebeu ali que, como ela própria fazia, havia segredos que os filhos nunca saberiam a respeito de seus pais.  “Agora eu terei sorte por herdar nome de executores e passa-lo ao meu filho que vem por aí. Sem ele, o condenarei a não ter nada, a não ser ninguém e a morrer de fome nos esgotos ou de qualquer praga que pode atacar aquele lugar pela precariedade do que se vive.”

A mulher de cabelos roxos assentiu. “Então condenaremos nosso filho a nunca saber quem somos integralmente, mas às escolhas dentro do Naris? Dentro do sistema que temos lutado contra nos últimos anos?” Frustrados, os dois concordaram com a cabeça. Nyferth se aproximou e colocou a mão sobre a barriga de sua mãe. “E qual será o nome da criança?”

“Por que não escolhe?” Aroylac disse. “Eu posso escolher o nome do próximo.”

Miclarah abriu um sorriso. Ergueu seu corpo o suficiente para sentar-se sobre as pernas do homem, colocando as próprias ao lado do corpo dele que se ajeitou o suficiente para colocar os braços em torno da mulher grávida. “Eu tenho pensado bastante a esse respeito.” Ela começou. Seu tom de voz era agradável e um sorriso amansava suas feições e, como consequência, faziam os olhos dourados novamente tomarem um brilho feito por fogo.

“Houve uma época em que a água dissipou a cor vermelha, subjulgando-a ao exército dos Berlof. Nessa época houve também uma cisão entre os militares que não acharam tão ruim a ideia da fusão e começaram a seguir ordens vindas dos água de salsicha.” Os dois riram. Aquela piada nunca ficaria velha. Não entre eles. “E a segunda parte  não se curvava sob nenhuma circunstância e começou uma briga que ficou conhecida como ‘A Guerra Vermelha’. Durou muito pouco tempo, porque uma criança de seis anos de idade entrou no meio da discussão e reuniu o exército com algumas palavras. Não se sabe o que foi dito ou como a criança tinha tanta inteligência política, mas seu nome era Daloon.”

“Daloon Naris?” O renegado sorriu. “Significa ‘A união dos povos’ na língua tropicana.” Ela assentiu.  

O mais baixo do casal simplesmente segurou a mão da esposa e colocou sobre a barriga. “Daloon Naris, Primeiro de seu nome.  Filho da Consolação, herói de seus pais.” E, por fim, selaram a chegada do garoto com um beijo. De repente, como tudo começou, foi embora. Nyferth estava deitada em uma cama com Lottriz ao seu lado.

“Olá, cinzinha.” Disse o homem que lhe ofereceu um sorriso. Nyferth pulou em seus braços e escondeu o rosto envergonhado na curva do pescoço do homem. “Parece verdadeiramente que a magia funcionou.”

“Funcionou.” Assentiu com a voz abafada pela pele alheia. “Meu irmão nunca foi livre. Daloon já tinha um fardo pesado antes mesmo de nascer. Só queria ter essa ciência antes de ter fugido de casa. Agora penso qual foi o fardo que meu pai me deu quando nasci. Acho que nunca fui capaz de cumpri-lo como meu irmão.”

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