#bohemian rhapsody facts

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

A great interview with Michael with Collider :), mostly no spoilers (or what already been said elsewhere :)❤)

COLLIDER: Obviously, when you were making the first season of this show, you had the book to work off of, you had a characterization to work off of, but because this season is an all-new thing that Neil Gaiman has written, did you get to work with him at all to develop what Aziraphale was doing this season, or was it all dependent on what he wrote?

MICHAEL SHEEN: Yes, I think when we were doing the first season, Neil always talked about the idea that he and Terry [Pratchett] had talked quite a bit about future storylines and that they had worked out quite a lot of it, actually. They just never got around to writing it down in a book. So there was quite a lot of material already in his head. One of the wonderful things about this, as well, working on this project, has been how much myself and David have been able to collaborate with Neil on the characters and inhabit them and bring them to life, and developing the relationship between them and the storylines. So it’s felt very collaborative, but then, of course, Neil is very good at making it feel collaborative even when he knows exactly what he wants.

QUESTION: Speaking of that relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale, you are obviously quite close with David Tennant. You work with him not only on this but also on Staged. What's it like getting to put that friendship dynamic to use on those shows, especially since Staged is something that's so completely different from Good Omens?

SHEEN: It's just wonderful, really. You know, often you work with actors that perhaps you have very good chemistry with on-screen or on stage, but maybe off-stage, off-screen there's not a particular spark. It's fine, but there's nothing particularly special about your relationship on stage or on-screen. Then other times, there are people you get along with really, really well, but maybe there isn't necessarily that amazing chemistry on-screen or on stage. So it's very rare that you have both. I think with us, we've just sort of discovered that that is the case, or it seems to be that people feel like we have good chemistry together when we're working. And we just have a lovely time together in between working as well, so it's such a pleasure to be able to do that, and to be able to work on projects like Good Omens and Staged with the characters that we play in those. It's just a real joy, so, you know, long may it continue.

QUESTION: Personally, I love the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley, and the show has had such a massive fan response. How much are you aware of that, and what do you hope fans take away from this season as opposed to the first one?

SHEEN: Oh, I'm very much aware of it. Yeah, it's one of the most enjoyable aspects of working on this, to see how much the audience and in particular Good Omen fans just give to the project. It does feel like a fulfilled kind of creative collaboration with the fans as well. There's so much talent when people come to writing fanfiction or artwork, or just discussing ideas or things that have sort of been born out of it. I mean, there are all kinds of amazing groups who fundraise now for charities and do all kinds of incredible things. There are conventions and all sorts. I love that, and I love seeing how people have made friends, really close friends, through their connection to this and these characters in this story, and how communities have been created, and how much people are helping each other. I see all that online and I hear about it. It feels very in the spirit of the story, you know, it feels very in keeping with what it's all about. I think that's a big part of why Neil and I and the rest of us have all really opened ourselves to that fan community, because I think it feels like a very living part of the story.

QUESTION: How do you think Aziraphale has changed between where we leave him at the end of Season 1 and the beginning of Season 2? Is there anything unusual that we can expect from him this season?

SHEEN: Well, I think he's in a quite odd position for him because, on the one hand, he's got a lot of the things that he's always wanted. He's always wanted to just be left alone and live in his bookshop, and drink tea and listen to music, and read books and go to the theater, and eat nice meals and drink nice wine, and be with the being that he loves being with the most. But on the other hand, he's also someone who feels very anxious about not being part of the company, you know, being out on his own and sort of independent. It’s quite a challenge for him. It’s that thing about “be careful what you wish for.” He got what he wished for, but he still feels a bit off-kilter, I think, and then this unexpected guest arrives and turns the world upside down for him again.

But one of the things that we wanted to explore with Aziraphale in this series is perhaps finding something a little steelier underneath the apparent soft surface, that maybe there's something else going on under there. So we see that kind of come out as the story goes on, as well.

QUESTION: In addition to playing Aziraphale, you also did the voice for Lucifer in The Sandman audio series, which is obviously also a Neil Gaiman joint. So what's the difference between playing an angel and playing a demon?

SHEEN: Well, of course, Lucifer is an angel, was once a fallen angel. My first experience of Neil’s work was The Sandman. That was what I first read when I was still a teenager in the late ‘80s, and it just absolutely blew my mind and opened me up to all kinds of things and started a journey [with] Neil’s work, but also all the people that Neil kind of points you towards through his work as well. It opened so many doors for me. So to be able to then be a part of The Sandman world, as well, to play such an iconic character, it was and is, because we're still doing it, just a bit of a dream come true.

QUESTION: I have one last question for you, and it's a little bit of a silly one. One of the most iconic parts of Good Omens is Crowley's Bentley, which is cursed to play nothing but Queen songs forever and ever. I would love to know what you think Aziraphale’s favorite Queen song is.

SHEEN: Well, I think he likes the more operatic ones. So he probably…I think he likes “Bohemian Rhapsody.” All those nifty chorus bits. He’d love that. So yes, probably “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

[arachred]

at what point am i considered a queen historian

[muppet-facts]

trick or treat!!!! :3

Treat! Muppet Bohemian Rhapsody!

[fleursfairies]

if you showed me a picture of real brian may and movie brian may i would NOT be able to tell them apart

[certified-muppet-enjoyer]

Finished the Gonzo drawing!!! This is actually a redraw of a older piece AND a photo! The older piece is from like August-September. I think i improved alot!

I love how it came out<3 ❤️🫶

[rogers-maraccas]

John: What do we think of Freddie? *pause* Brian: *sighs* Nice pal. Roger: I think he’s gay. Freddie: He is

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fuck it. check out my forever-being-adjusted kunikuzushi playlist

[coldduckweaselkid]

love that part in bohemian rhapsody (2018) where at the end rami malek as freddie mercury says “And that truly was, my Bohemian Rhapsody”.  and then brian may does a 8 minute guitar solo for the credits

[pinkanonhopes]

just realized people in 1974 didn't know what bohemian rhapsody sounded like. my world is shattering.

[sebastianvettel5]

Everyone talking about Spotify wrapped meanwhile I'm trying to pick 35 songs to vote for the Top2000

[my-castles-crumbling]

Italy - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 295

For once, Regulus has the flat to himself. Sirius is gone, and he can enjoy a moment of peace.

So naturally, he doesn't.

He blasts the music, bass making the very windows shake. He never lets people see him like this, so raw and free, but he enjoys these moments. Moments where he can dance and sing and feel.

He is so wrapped up in it, he doesn't hear the scrape of a key or the opening of a door. In fact, he is so absorbed in singing all of the parts of Bohemian Rhapsody, that it's not until he turns around that he sees-

"James!"

He jumps about a meter in the air, dropping the (thankfully empty) cup he's holding and turning bright red.

But the other man is just grinning. "Where's Sirius?" he asks lightly, waving his hand to lower the volume.

"I-Italy," Regulus stutters. "With Remus."

"Ah..." James chuckles, eyes sparkling. But he's walking toward Regulus, and Regulus is rooted to the spot in embarrassment. "And you were taking a dance break?"

"I..."

But then James waves his hand again, and a new song comes on. This one has a more salsa feel, and Regulus turns, if possible, even redder.

"Dance with me?" James proposes, offering his hand.

"Absolutely not," Regulus breathes. "I can't-"

But one hand on each of his hips but him off. "I can help? Teach you?" James offers and Regulus nods without thinking about it.

And suddenly, they're close. So close there's no space between them, the feel of their hips moving in circular motions against each other. They look at each other with heated glances, breathes intermingling, and Regulus is very very happy Sirius is in Italy.

Especially when their lips crash together a few moments later.

[belladonnadawn]

Bohemian Rhapsody

No matter where they are and what they become, they'll always be their mother's son.

Ft. Elias, Xanthus Claiborne, and Isaac Rhoades

Elias

Mama, life had just begun, but now I've gone and thrown it all away

The room was thick with silence and tension after his father explained his place in Wraiths. Every meeting seemed to be a preparation for what's to come. Elias would try to stray from the topic, but he knew that delaying the inevitable would just make things more unbearable.

“You're not a stupid teenage boy, Elias. It's time for you to think rationally for once,” His father looked at him sternly.

Elias returned his gaze, hoping that he'd feel his contempt, "Yes, Sir. May I go now?" He huffed, not waiting for his orders, he immediately grabbed his jacket and left.

The night was quiet, the stars were bright. A semblance of peace after what happened. He can't help but feel helpless, stuck in a responsibility that was about to be passed down to him. A responsibility that he never wished or wanted.

Elias couldn't help but wonder what his life would be if it was different. If he was just a normal college student whose worries are the pending deadlines, not an heir who has eyes on him every move.

For a while, he let his mind escape the current situation. Elias closed his eyes, wondering about what his life could be. He'd be a studious student, finally learning more about his passion. He'll meet new friends, join organisations, maybe go to college events where he'd forget about the deadlines. Elias would come home to his parents, gazing at their eyes filled with love as they watched their son grow up and achieve his dream. A smile formed on his lips,

That's all he does– wonder. As he opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the harsh reality. He's not a college student pursuing his passion, the Wraiths is not a simple family business, and he's no longer the son who has his mother. The reality is he is Elias, the heir of the Wraiths.

And the life that he longed for was like stars, beautiful but out of reach.

A shaky sigh escaped his lips, he gazed at the sky with a wish in heart. Hoping that in another universe he lived the life that he wanted.

Xanthus Claiborne

Mama, didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not back again this time tomorrow

"And once you're back, I promise to have the grandest feast for my dearest warrior," She gently caressed his hair, hoping to soothe out any dread that he felt. Lawrence looked at his mother's eyes, reflecting the gnawing anxiety that he felt. For a while, he felt comfort and warmth, making him forget about what's to come.

"Just being home is enough, mother," Lawrence answered with a small smile, he didn't mind the way that his voice broke a little. He knew about battles– the fallen heroes and their honours. But those compared to nothing once he's on the battlefield.

“I know, but the fact that you'll make it out alive is worth the celebration. Your existence is worth the celebration, Lawrence. And we'll be waiting until we can celebrate that,” His mother's voice was firm, filled with conviction; an emotion that he wished he had.

Adrenaline pumped his veins as he held into his weapon. Despite the overwhelming screams and views of his allies and his enemies, he tried to push through. Lawrence gathered his will and strength, pouring all his might to fight– but it was futile. The enemies continued to advance, the dread that he buried rushed towards his veins.

Lawrence wanted to protest, to cry, to plead. But what would that do now that his fate is set in stone? Instead, he smiled, burying his fear somewhere it can't reach his mother.

Everything was sudden, quick as a blink of an eye. Lawrence choked as he felt a sharp pain on his chest. His eyes widened as he saw the spear penetrating through his armour. He was done for.

A soft thud as he fell on the ground. As he lay, he finally allowed himself to cry. The spear lodged in his chest continued to ache, the dread finally engulfed him. Lawrence gazed at the sky, feeling his vision blur and his eyelids get heavy. A sigh escaped his lips as he succumbed into the unknown wishing that once he's awake, he'll be home.

Isaac Rhoades

Mama, I don't wanna die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

Isaac flipped through the surveillance footage as he prepared to go to sleep. His eyes scanned every area meticulously, leaving no pixels behind. He checked the areas twice, thrice, and quadruple times. The amount of times seemed unnecessary but it helped appease his paranoia.

After a breakthrough in his case, he knew that certain people would do anything to get their hands on the information. He can't let them have that.

Isaac kept himself composed, he can't let his guard down especially when he knew how they wait till they strike, drinking on his fear. One slip of the facade and all the walls that he built may seem useless– like sharks smelling blood. Isaac knew how they moved and how they operated. He knew because he witnessed it in the first place– through his parents.

Years of their absence in the manor and Isaac couldn't seem to get used to it. The silence engulfed him as he drowns himself with whiskey, his only companion to lonely dark nights. Grief is never easy, it is a wound that won't stop bleeding no matter how you patch it up. Back then, he saw the love of his parents in his very own eyes, but now he can only see it when he closes his eyes.

He held on to his grandfather, who died of old age– which he found incredibly commendable especially with his line of work. It was a hard pill to swallow for Isaac, but all the anger he felt towards his grandfather was replaced with guilt.

It haunts him how he poured all the blame towards him when all he wanted was to look after his loved ones. His grandfather thought that he made the right decision, unfortunately it cost the life of his son and daughter in law.

Isaac recalled the remorse and in his grandfather's eyes every distance, every jab, and every glares seems to bury it deeper. And every night he regrets that things ended in such a way.

After he took over the family business, Isaac was introduced to a new reality; a new level of danger he never knew he could reach– and it scares him. No matter how desensitised he is due to his profession, the human in him dreads when the time comes.

He knew how quick the bullet hits and how fast death takes over.

A part of him wishes to abandon everything. To start a new life where he doesn't have to look over his shoulder every second. A life with no dangers, no targets, no killings: only peace. But he knew it was impossible.

At the end of the day, Isaac finds himself longing for his mother's care and protection. He wished that he had his mother's strength, his father's toughness, and his father's determination. But he's not a child anymore, he's now a man carrying his family's legacy despite grief and ache surrounding his heart.

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[doudouo]

“Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters”

“Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows)

I don't wanna die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all”

count your days ken wakui, i’m still not over the fact that izana listens to bohemian rhapsody.

[poledancingdinos]

BFF Sy

Pairing: Young!Syverson & OFC (Gen fic)

Word Count: 1670 words

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A/N: I haven't been able to write anything for a while so instead of making actual progress on a WIP, I spent way too many hours formatting this for AO3 to justify having only written dialogue. So if you want to get the full experience, I recommend checking it out here. Made a creator skin and everything.

Masterlist

You 12:47 A.M. : Desi’s new friends are EXACTLY like Chris’ friends used to be, it’s almost disturbing

Sy 12:53 A.M. : Ain’t that a good thing? I thought ya missed the metalheads after the breakup.

You 12:54 A.M. : I did. It’s just so out of character for Desi, you know? Her new BF is so different from others before

Sy 12:55 A.M. : But yeah, when me and L left your place I joked that it felt like Desi was sitting between you and your boyfriend rather than her sitting next to her own BF. So weird to see her with an emo kid instead of a suit.

You 12:56 A.M. : I’m headed home

You 12:57 A.M. : It’s about an hour

Sy 12:57 A.M. : RIP

Sy 12:58 A.M. : Didja take your sleep aids so you can just go to bed when you get home?

You 12:58 A.M. : Not yet

You 12:58 A.M. : Don’t want to risk having a dizzy spell on my solo walk home

Sy 12:59 A.M. : Fair.

You 12:59 A.M. : I’m pretty far from home so I’m being a little more safety minded

Sy 1:00 A.M. : Good. We just finished up a bit of cardio so now I’m wide awake and L is passed out 🤣

You 1:00 A.M. : Funny, it’s usually the other way around

Sy 1:01 A.M. : It’s the clean up afterwards that always wakes me up.

Sy 1:02 A.M. : I can doom scroll a bit and keep ya company if ya want.

You 1:03 A.M. : I wouldn’t mind a witness to my survival

You 1:04 A.M. : Right now I’m sitting in the first subway car behind the driver but as I walk I may call you

Sy 1:05 A.M. : Sure thing.

You 1:06 A.M. : Anyway, the guys were nice but loud as fuck

You 1:06 A.M. : Very into screaming along with the music

Sy 1:07 A.M. : Oh boy. How was Desi handling it?

You 1:07 A.M. : Well actually

You 1:08 A.M. : Even when her BF’s band showed up and things got extra loud

Sy 1:09 A.M. : You know, I was a little bummed I missed the night out with you guys when ya texted me earlier.

Sy 1:09 A.M. : Doesn’t sound like something I would have enjoyed after all lol

You 1:10 A.M. : Not at all. You like good music but not at that volume

You 1:12 A.M. : I wasn’t supposed to go but Leon said I was welcome as he left and Desi confessed that she had never met most of the people that were there and that she would appreciate a familiar face so I went with her after supper

Sy 1:13 A.M. : That’s nice

You 1:14 A.M. : But it was loud enough that my throat is a little raw now. I was honestly concerned that someone would call the cops

Sy 1:16 A.M. : Maybe with enough alcohol I would have been able to have fun lol

You 1:16 A.M. : I was the only sober person. The others had either had copious amounts of alcohol or copious amounts of weed

Sy 1:17 A.M. : It’s better you be sober for the return trip anyway.

You 1:18 A.M. : Leon and his back up vocalist were singing Bohemian Rhapsody at one point and Leon was chugging beer to rehydrate between the different parts 🤣

Sy 1:19 A.M. : Isn’t that how the professionals do it? 😅

You 1:20 A.M. : Only the ones in need of weekly meetings in church basements

Sy 1:21 A.M. : To be fair, the fact that he was able to both remember and sing the lyrics while drunk and high is impressive.

You 1:22 A.M. : Gotta give credit where credit is due, I guess 🤷‍♀️

You 1:23 A.M. : Getting off at the next stop

Sy 1:24 A.M. : Alright.

Sy 1:24 A.M. : Then you catch a bus?

You 1:25 A.M. : No, it’s a 15 minute walk

You 1:26 A.M. : Out of the station and walking

Sy 1:27 A.M. : Call whenever.

I wait until I’m across the street from the station to lift my phone to my ear. It only rings once before the call connects and I hear Sy’s deep voice.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

I hop down from the sidewalk onto the street to pass a man walking ahead of me. Why do people insist on moving at a crawl dead center in the middle of the sidewalk I will never understand.

“Didja have fun tonight?”

“Surprisingly, yes but not as much as you, I bet.”

Sy chuckles on the other end of the line. “Matter of perspective.”

“How was your family dinner?”

“Painful. Except for the dog. It was nice to have her around again.”

Sy’s apartment doesn’t allow pets other than for short visits so he wasn’t able to get his own dog after leaving his mother’s. Frankly, the dog is probably the main reason he didn’t move out sooner. He held out way longer than I would have. He’s also a good southern boy and doesn’t ever talk back, unlike me. I’ve got a mouth on me and I ain’t afraid to use it to tell people where they can shove it.

“What about you? Anything interestin’ happen after I left?”

“Not really, we mostly got caught up on our girl talk. Leon left around five to get to his mother’s day dinner. Desi and I left my place around eight. We ate at the little burger place on the corner then got to Leon’s a little before ten.”

I walk past the restaurant in question as I speak.

“Did it start rainin’ out?”

“More like lightly drizzling.”

“Are you still only wearin’ your shorts and crop top?”

I know he’s mostly asking out of worry that I’m going to get cold but I have no doubt there’s also a little part of him that’s worried my outfit from earlier would attract unwanted attention.

“I changed into jeans before leaving since I knew the walk home would be chilly and I put my giant hoodie on for the trip home.”

It’s a triple XL zip front I got from my old job. I found a bunch of old seasonal shirts when cleaning out the store room and my boss had let me take my pick of the leftovers before donating the rest. There had been one hoodie at the very bottom that had likely remained unclaimed because of the size. You could fit three of me in it at the same time but it’s comfortable and right now, it’s a small protection against potential unwanted attention.

“I’ve only seen, like, three people on the street and the road is well lit but, you know…”

“Better safe than sorry. I don’t mind darlin’.”

I can tell he’s getting tired since it’s about three hours past his normal bedtime. I’ve never been particularly worried about walking home alone at night. Hell, I’ve wandered around strange cities in the middle of the night to sober up in the hopes of avoiding a nasty hangover. Just the other day the girls I work with were saying how they don’t like taking the subway at night because they had too many bad experiences with being catcalled or with other passengers making them uncomfortable.

Me? Well, I’ve never been catcalled and men don’t normally look twice at me. I guess my above average height and my resting bitch face have made me overly confident. Or I’m just proof that women don’t come out of the womb feeling the need to clutch their keys in their fist at night unless men have done something to make them feel unsafe.

“At least I remembered to charge my phone before leaving.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

I wasn’t expecting Sy to actually be awake when I texted so the phone battery was more to make sure I knew when the last subway was and to call a cab in case I missed it.

“So are you camping out on the couch while we talk?”

L is surprisingly cool with our friendship but I’m pretty sure being woken up by your boyfriend talking on the phone with another woman in the middle of the night is a no-go for even the most laidback of girlfriends.

“Yeah. I got up for some water so I figured I’d just stay out here and avoid wakin’ L.”

“How dirty did you get her that the clean up pulled you out of the post nut drowsiness? You start dabbling in watersports or something?”

“Fuck off, there were no water sports involved.” Sy releases an audible yawn. “I didn’t think I’d miss condoms but they sure as hell made cleanup faster. By the time we both finish up in the bathroom I’m always wide awake.”

I hum in understanding. L is Sy’s first long-term girlfriend and they just recently dropped the latex after L got on birth control. “Do you have to get up to do that?”

“What, ya want us to just roll over and go to sleep? I already sweat my balls off at night, I don’t need to add wet spots into the mix.”

“You could keep baby wipes by the bed for late night cardio sessions. Avoid having to get up and go to the bathroom. Or bring a wet rag in with you beforehand.”

“That’s… not a bad idea actually.”

I pull my bag off my shoulder as I wait for the light to change. Might as well dig my keys out since I’m almost home. “Yeah, I’m full of good sex advice.” 

“I knew I kept ya around for a reason.”

I smile to myself. We both know that we wouldn’t have made it to ten years of friendship if all I had to offer was sex advice.

“I’m about to turn onto my street. I feel like the walk was shorter than usual.”

“Well, you’re breathin’ kinda heavy. You must’ve been walkin’ faster.”

He’s not wrong. I must be really out of shape if I can’t walk and talk without getting winded. Holding my phone between my cheek and my shoulder, I put my key in the lock and pull the door open.

I don’t remember what time it is until the door slams shut behind me. Oops.

“I’m safely behind a locked door. You are relieved from your babysitting duties.”

I linger in the entrance for a few seconds since the call would probably cut off if I stepped into the elevator.

“I’m up for babysittin’ whenever ya need it. Glad you’re home safe. G’night.”

“Good night.”

[dustofthedailylife]

Wait a second... he said the thing!

The age old mystery was lifted!!! *insert Bohemian Rhapsody lyrics here*

He will, in fact, not do the fandango, since he isn't a fan of Dango! *wheeze*

I'll show myself out.

[marauderswolf22]

im so incredibly sad for freddie, for the fact that he CLEARLY SAID that he wouldn't ever give his things away and after he die he even would want to be burried with all of them. now because of mary austin that had his belongings along with his house, ALL, literally all his belonging were sold just few days ago. his crown from wembley, handwritted songs lyrics (don't stop me now, killer queen, bohemian rhapsody etc), his art colection, his asian colection, his piano, EVEN THE DOOR OF HIS HOUSE THAT PEOPLE WERE WRITING FULL OF LOVE THINGS ON THEM, and much, much more. not only that, those people treat freddie himself like an object by playing with his personal stuff. he really didn't deserve not even wanted this. rest in peace darling, hope you knew that there is always someone that respects and remembers you.

(and yes im tagging the most un-freddie stuff bc i want more people to know the thing)