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[arrogantsoap]

back on tumblr to possibly stir the pot on tumblr queen fandom idk

(these are for context)

I was talking about it on twitter as you can see on the images above and decided to move it here because.

this is a huge rant, it might piss people off.

Idk, this is conspiracy theory but whatever, it's not like my opinion has any relevance. I saw a few comments on the thread of op's post mentioning how fucked up it is of roger and brian to contribute to borhap being the way it is (villainizing freddie for being gay basically). and like. idk. I've checked out of this fandom quite a while ago, so I'm not exactly keeping up with anything. but like it would be interesting to analyze them as a "friend group" again. because behind the scenes there might've been some fucked up homophobia going on, or some shit like that. like it definitely seems like the image they're trying to paint of themselves is only that clean to hide something else.

and now im going off my own tweet, like i see no reason for them to be so quiet/private about certain aspects of their lives (? idk how to explain this). like, you could argue that because they're still alive they still have an image to maintain of sorts. but idk. look at the beatles. everybody knew they were fucked up and now the remaining living ones just say yeah actually we were fucking insane. now queen seems a lil weird. they're a seventies rock band, im guessing everyone who knows anything about seventies rock bands will assume they were all fucking insane, but instead of ever elaborating on it (from what I can recall from more recent interviews I remember seeing/reading) they just don't really mention it??? like it's always about freddie, and how freddie was a tormented genius who fucked up his own life because he was crAazy guys!! idk. they (brian and roger more directly) never really let the people in their lives and their actual thoughts on things. they make sure to always mention freddie (because how could you not, really) but always say exactly the same things, i haven't seen an actual thoughtful retrospective by them. and it just feels like they're hiding shit, y'know? they seem very pr friendly.

and yeah maybe you could argue it's for privacy reasons. but they like talking about their past. just not about themselves and how they played a part in their past. borhap is the proof. they do like using queens image and !!to me!! it seems that it is solely for profit.

one of the great things about biographies and biopics and all that is the reflection about past events, revisiting events with a clearer understanding of context, being able to see clearly the different sides of the same story and all. but the remaining of queen seems to suffer from a chronic lack of self awareness when it comes to their own lives. and again !!!!to me!!!! that might be a sign that they weren't friends (with freddie) perse after all. mccartney can shit on lennon all he wants but he never diminished his importance or paint him in a bad light after his death for the sake of his own image, and that's a telltale sign of love and respect between the two of them.

and back to the homophobia bit, i don't think i explained it all that well. it's interesting how freddie was one of the biggest queer icons and impacted so many lives, but since his legacy was in the hands of the straight people around him it got all warped as soon as they had the opportunity. I could understand a biopic like borhap being made about him by some random director with loads of money to spend and no interest in queen/freddie besides the money their image could bring (think the movie yesterday). but it's completely different that roger and brian wanted the story to be told like that. that just shows that no matter how much they say they loved freddie (and who am i to say they didn't) they didn't bother to respect him.

idk. idk idk idk. this is just a convoluted way to say: queen's version of the story we've got so far seems iffy. i don't really trust it. but maybe im just misinformed. in that case just ignore what i said.

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It's interesting to me because I didn't know they were not on good terms then + John was more willing to do Queen than Brian att.

Oh yeah, I'd heard this before, that Roger criticized Brian for going out on the BTTL tour soon after Freddie's death, and in turn, Brian criticized Roger for The Cross. I think it was a really hard time for them and they weren't coping well. It's common for people to argue with each other and not be on good terms when in the early stages of grief. They clearly moved past it. Here are my two cents lol:

Brian has said repeatedly that he brought up the very issue of doing his solo stuff at a time that was likely to be very soon after Freddie's death, but Freddie immediately gave him his blessing and said (I think semi-humorously) his death would be good publicity for him. Brian said it was one of, if not the last real conversation he had with Freddie. I don't think Brian did anything wrong by doing his BTTL tour, and we know now that Brian was pretty much running away from Queen as much as possible because he couldn't handle the grief. It was this running away that made him reluctant to revisit the unfinished music they'd made with Freddie for Made In Heaven. What essentially got Brian back to Queen was Roger and John beginning to finish the album without him, and he wanted input. He especially didn't want Roger or John to touch the last song he made with Freddie, "Mother Love."

With The Cross: sorry not sorry but it's so weird that Roger went and made his own band while Queen was still very much a thing lol. Like, I don't know, I get that Roger wasn't thinking of leaving Queen, but if I were in the band, I'd probably feel a bit weird, too, if one of my band mates of many years turned around and said, "Hey I have a new band now <3" It just seemed so random. It's extremely funny that borhap (derogatory) tried to act like Freddie "killed" Queen by having his solo album, when in real life, Roger made another entire band lmao. Not that he was killing Queen, either, I'm just saying it's a weird thing.

With John: yeah, it seems like he was very much willing to still be part of Queen and finish their last album in the early 90s, but by the late 90s, things changed. Sure, he didn't want to perform live anymore, but as I've said before, there's a difference between that, and completely ghosting Brian and Roger for the rest of their lives. I don't know what changed, it's almost like his mental health and/or personal relationship to Queen and his grief got worse over time, not better, to the point where he couldn't face any of it anymore. I don't know. We'll likely never know. But yeah, in the early 90s, Brian was basically the one who was too unstable to face Queen, and then by the late 90s, that person became John.

[if-roger-tailored]

I'm back, nerds. Just for a different flavor of brainrot.

Every once in a while I get curious about a fandom and end up back here, and now I'm knee deep in #borhap content. Eh, it's a break from yelling about the state of the world, the tidal wave of fucking nonsense my job has become, sharing cat pics, and occasionally going on a random deep dive on Bluesky.

[chappell-roans]

What are some of the biggest Oscar flukes in your opinion?

Coda 💀 but besides that...

Best Picture: I think Chicago is a bizarre Best Picture winner but I really like that movie so I support it (I love hot people!!!) and Marty 1955 kinda too because it's a very idk... small movie but in a good way. Crash winning over Brokeback Mountain is my roman empire tho. (Stupid silly vaguely sexist meme but it’s true.) Also The Life of Emile Zola winning over A Star is Born in 1936? Lmao. Some other forgotten movies that have been eclipsed by more modern faves like How Green is My Valley over Citizen Kane lmaooo. It's still wild to me that Midnight Cowboy won but imo it was very deserved, it's still an excellent movie. Dances with Wolves over Goodfellas kinda wild, same with Forrest Gump over Shawshank Redemption. And now I'm scrolling through a list and: Shakespeare in Love over either Saving Private Ryan or The Thin Red Line? Seriously?

This is going to get long so I'm putting the rest of the categories under a cut so come along for the madness if you want but I got way too into this lmao, hopefully this is answering your question tho.

Best Actor:

Paul Newman should've won for Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.

1967 is an insane year I truly don't know how voters chose like look at this we have some all-time great actors at arguably their very best and most iconic here...

and you didn't ask but once again I think Al Pacino deserved it for Dog Day Afternoon! (Then he got it for Scent of a Woman when maybe Denzel should've gotten it for Malcolm X. But I digress.) Tom Hanks winning back to back years is maybe one of the bigger flukes?????? Especially 1994........ come on. I also find Nicholson winning for As Good as it Gets to be a fluke because I kinda hate that movie and he's not that great in it. But! Again! I digress! Imo Heath Ledger should've won for Brokeback Mountain because PSH could've won basically any other year because Capote is good but not great but here we are in the Oscars biopic or nada era sigh.

Anyone else should've won in 2017.

And I forgot about BoRhap. Let's not talk about that fluke. Same with Joker lowkey and I just I wanna redo all the Oscars now ifsdnlkzm. (Give it to him for 2017 and You Were Never Really Here!!!!!!!!!!!! GOD.)

Barring Gary Oldman again, what a good category. Riz Ahmed gave my favorite performance of the awards season but wild that Chadwick didn't win. (And Steven Yeun could've won for Burning. BUT ANYWAY.)

And let's also not talk about The Whale and also not about that fact that fucking horny posting aside, Paul Mescal gave my favorite performance of 2022 that I've seen.

Best Actress:

Gloria Swanson should've won.

I think everything that As Good As It Gets won was a fluke bc again. Movie kinda sucks. Sharon Stone should've won for Casino. This has just become a bitch session! I'm just getting surprised my favs didn't win. Same w Shirley MacLaine not winning for The Apartment. Sandra Bullock winning for The Blind Side of all things is bullshit but whatever. Frances McDormand winning for Nomadland is kinda random af, same w Jessica Chastain but good for her.

Bitch session over i can't do this anymorenldfkmz

[unusuallysubtext]

thank you sm for the tag!!

nickname: Am

zodiac sign: Aquarius

height: like 5' 3" and a half

last thing I googled: tumblr dot com

amount of sleep: decentish, went to sleep at 2:30, woke up at 9

dream job: rated officer, usaf

movie/book that describes me the most: idk bruh, but my go to date movie is the power of the dog

favorite song: don't have a favorite, but some good ones are borhap (obv, it makes me really emotional), artists include mitski, hozier, lana del ray

favorite instrument: I can play piano and bass guitar (fav), have an electric guitar too (I can play one liners lmao)

favorite aesthetics: rustic farmhouse, European countryside, black and neon green/neon pink

favorite author: rick riordan pretty good ngl

random fun fact: I come from a farming family and love farming

Tagging: @anonymoussherlockandmarvelgeek @that-ace-idiot @windforkthewriter @a-victorian-girl @dykecolumbo anyone else feel free to join!

hehehe starting another tag gamee

nickname : irl i dont rlly have one?? also dont think i have one here??

zodiac sign : cancer <33

height : 5'6 (168cm maybe??)

last thing I googled: the road toll from where we stayed at the beach to home

amount of sleep: bro like 6 then i was up for a few hours then 2 more

dream job: upper high/uni teacher (specifically english and humanities) but if not idk i just wanna sit in my room with my silly little guys

movie/book that describes me the most: movie would probably be ladybird it makes me so fdahfdhalk

favorite song: atm gibson girl by ethel cain (been listening to her album recently fdhlhfald)

favorite instrument: to listen to, i lovee the sound of orchestral string instruments in pop/modern songs. to play would be drumkit or guitar

favorite aesthetics: omggg so many but i love downtown girl/rockstar girlfriend (even tho i AM the rockstar and the girlfriend ehehe)

favorite author: as of now octavia e. butler

random fun fact: my favourite potato chip flavour is sea salt and balsamic vinegar

npt <3 @zzzzzzzzzee @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @literatureisdying @tellme-o-muse @recklessandyoung @holdmyteaplease @strawberryloveyyy @syzygy-yzygy @svnflowermoon @ineedibuprofen @august-taylors-version @a-portal-to-nowhere @qwerty-keysmash @judeisthedude @wastedonthesebutterflies @skeelly @trying-to-be-cool-abt-it @bookscorpion73 @mandythedino @personifiedgoldenretriever @notatypicalhumanatall @isitoversnowtvs @stopurlosingme @evermore-4-life @evazlana @giveuthemo0n and anyone else that wants to join <33

[asphalt-cocktail]

For the Sake of Content- Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Medici Ivory and Coral Clay

Summary: After walking in on your long-term boyfriend, Harrison, cheating on you and then losing your job the following day; your find yourself broke, jobless, and single for the first time in a long while. In order to make ends meet, your best friend since college, Freddie, suggests you start soliciting explicit photos of yourself, not only to help boost your confidence but to help pay the rent for his band mate’s apartment you just moved into.

A/N: Hey cuties! Back at it again with another chapter! Thank you for your patience! I honestly am so thrilled with all of the lovely comments and likes/reblogs I have been getting. I even go through and read the tags because i crave validation. But for real though, they are all seriously so sweet and I love all of the support and want to thank you all for it! I do have some angst planned for future chapters though, got to make some young discourse to keep thing spicy, but don’t worry, I want to keep this story light and funny so it wont be anything too bad! also PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DM me if I have missed your tag! I feel like I am missing some people in my tag reblogs.

Pairing: Roger Taylor x F!Reader

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex work, smut, fluff, some friendly banter between roger and reader, consensual recording, not proof read

Word Count: 3k 

18+ if you are a minor do NOT interact with this post. This is fictitious content and I own nothing.

Freddie’s dark brown eyes practically gawked at you, “You what!” He grinned. Your face flushed and you swirled around your bottomless mimosa, “I knew you would start doing live streams,” He eagerly stabbed his fork into the yolk of his eggs Benedict, cracking it and causing the yellow liquid to ooze down the sides of the biscuit, “I knew you would; how are your clients? Do you have regulars? Do they ask you to do anything- kinky?”

As Freddie rambled on, your eyes zoned in on his egg yolk, the viscous liquid slowly oozing out of the broken egg and falling down his plate. Should you tell Freddie about Roger? No you couldn’t, that would bring on another series of questions you were definitely not prepared to answer no matter how many bottomless mimosas you had at your biweekly Sunday brunch.

“[Y/N]” Freddie spoke, his tone somewhat sharp, “Are you paying attention? I want to know the details.” The curious glint in his eyes hadn’t dampened.

You gave him a shy smile, “Yeah, I have a few regulars, they’re all nice, some are a little creepy, but I never show my face,” Well, that was a lie. Tonight, was going to be the first night you showed your face on camera and was also the first night you and Roger would film together.

The two of you hadn’t had anything special planned, you were going to change your tips around to reflect different actions people could pay for. It was bound to be fun, right?

You couldn’t shake the nervous jitters from your mind even after your brunch with Freddie and his probing questions. You loved him dearly, but he was often too nosey for his own good. He wouldn’t dare tell a soul the information he knew, but it was as though his very being needed the substance to survive. His head was full of knowledge and he just soaked it up like a delicate sea sponge in an ocean of information.

When you returned to your apartment, you were surprised to see the furniture moved around and a large tarp covering the floor closest to the walls in the living room, “Uh, Roger?” you called out, hanging your keys on the shelf, surely you didn’t drink that much… right?

You closed your eyes for a few long seconds and reopened them, yup, this was real all right, “Roger!” You called louder, “What’s up with the living room?” You kicked your shoes off and walked further into your home before you stopped in the kitchen.

Surprisingly enough, Roger was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and an old faded tee shirt; it was sloppy even for your low standards. Roger looked up at you from his bowl of pasts, mid bite, “What?” He asked with a mouth full of noodles and sauce.

“You’re disgusting.” You mumbled, “What’s up with the living room?” You repeated your question from earlier.

“What do you mean?” He asked, clueless as ever.

You let out a puff of air in frustration, “The living room Roger, everything is all moved around and there’s a tarp on the floor. What are you doing? Opening a mud wrestling pit?” The annoyance in your voice was very evident.

“Oh, I picked up a few buckets of paint so we could finally paint the paneling, the mud wrestling is a good idea though, you think we could charge for it?”

You rolled your eyes at his joke- you hoped it was a joke- and a small smile graced your face, “What colors did you pick out?” You couldn’t help but feel giddy at the prospect of changing the drab, old, and dusty wood paneling that encased your living room walls.

“You know that cream color you were talking about? It turns out it’s actually called Medici Ivory, so I got a few buckets of that and a bucket of this nice red color called Coral Clay.” He finished up the last fork full of his pasta and got up, rinsing it in the sink, “We can paint right now if you go change.”

You looked down, realizing you didn’t want to get your brunch clothes dirty, “Right, I’ll be right back.”

After you quickly changed into some sloppy clothes you and Roger set out to paint the wood paneling, “You know I realized I said you get two walls and I get two, but there are really only three wall in the living room.” Roger pointed out, “I mean, we could paint the little parts of the wall outside of the kitchen, but then I would want to paint the kitchen too.” He thought out, chewing on his plump lower lip.

You swallowed thickly, distracted by the way his pretty pink lips popped out from his mouth after he sucked on it, “Well you can have two and I’ll have the accent wall.” You offered.

Roger looked at you as though you were a moron, “You cant have an accent wall as the lighter color,” He said in a matter of fact tone, “I’ll take it and you can paint the other two cream.”

After a few more minutes of planning, you and Roger finally decided upon who was getting what walls, Roger pointed out it didn’t matter what color the walls were, his decorations were still going to be hung back up. So, he got one wall to paint Coral Clay, and you got the remaining walls to paint Medici Ivory.

You connected your phone to the Bluetooth speaker before Roger could beat you to it and shuffled your favorite playlist on Spotify. Take Me To The River by the Talking Heads began to flood your apartment. You hummed along to the song and began to paint, long even brush strokes on the wall, staining the ugly wood paneling Medici Ivory. As your playlist cycled and paint began to coat the walls you glanced over at Roger’s side of the wall, there were uneven splotches and awkward shapes that coated it. No cohesion at all.

You frowned, “What are you doing to the walls, Roger?” You frowned, “You can’t paint like that.” You scolded him.

Roger pulled away, allowing the brush to loosely hang from his hand, gobs of Medici Ivory dripped onto the tarp making a soft pitter patter noise that blended in with your music, “What? You’re doing better than me?” He asked.

You looked at him in disbelief, “Yeah, I am.” You said pointedly, “This is how you’re supposed to paint,” You said, demonstrating with long even brush strokes, “This isn’t finger painting.”

Roger scoffed and flicked his brush at you, your clothes staining the creamy off-white paint, “I suppose it isn’t.” He responded in a huff.

Your eyes narrowed “Real mature, Roger.” You said going back to painting next to him.

Roger continued to defy you, painting in big circles on the wall and ignoring the clumps and uneven layering that covered the wood panels. You turned towards him and flicked your brush at him, this time little spots of white paint speckled his face causing him to close his eyes and jump, “Oh, you’re going to get it now.” You heard Roger mumble as you turned away from him.

In the blind of an eye you felt cold liquid smearing and staining your skin. A shiver ran through your body feeling Roger’s calloused fingers roughly rub across your cheek “Roger!” You shrilly yelled, bringing your hand up to wipe the paint off, only to smear it.

You swiped your hand across your brush, coating it in the goopy, off white liquid and lunged at him. Roger stumbled backwards and fought your hand as it tried to smear the paint on his face. Your brush had fallen, mushing between your two bodies and covering your shirts in paint. Your legs were firmly planted on either side of Roger’s waist as you straddled and fought against him, still trying to palm the off viscous substance onto his perfectly soft skin.

“Come on, [Y/N],” Roger whined, trying to hide is laughter, “You’re dropping it in my hair!”

“You’re dropping it in my hair!” You mocked in a dopey voice.

Roger gaped at you, “I do not sound like that!” He protested, a shock of laughter rumbling through him and causing his guard to drop.

Your hand came down, smearing Medici Ivory onto his cheek, your hand slickly gliding off his skin. Before you had time to react Roger flipped the two of you over and within a few minutes the two of you were covered in stripes of paint, “You arse!” He was breathless from laughter, still straddling you, “I have to shower now.”

You hummed back laughter of your own and wiggled underneath him in an attempt to break free. Roger wasn’t having it, so you stayed trapped beneath his warm, out of breath body. Suddenly, you were aware of the closeness of your two bodies. His hot breath puffed against the paint that stained your skin causing you to shiver. Roger cleared his throat. The tension in the room was thick. Roger’s erection pressed against your thigh, when did that get there? Your ears felt like they were ringing, the music but a muffled sound that filled them.

“I should get in the shower, the we can do that camera stuff, yeah?” Roger asked, suddenly leaning up. Cool air flooded your clothed chest. It worked in tandem with the paint and caused you to shiver

You swallowed thickly and nodded your head, “Did- uh,” you couldn’t find the proper words to come out of your mouth, “Did you want me to wear anything specific?” you asked.

Roger settled back, his hand tracing soft patterns on your knees, “You could join me, you know, to save on water…” He trailed off, not looking at you.

You shifted and nodded your head, “Yeah, to save water.” You said, suddenly nervous, “Do… Do you want to film it?” You knew very well that the two of you would just be showering.

Roger looked up at you, his typically bright blue eyes now dark and filled with a naughty glint, “Yeah, we can your phone in and see what happens.”

It didn’t take long for you to find yourself pressed against the cold tile of your small steam filled shower. You hissed against Roger’s mouth as the contrasting temperature bit into your skin and arched your back against him. He roughly sucked your lower lip into his mouth, dragging his teeth across it as he pulled away and allowed it to plop back into place.

It was obvious to you that this was going to be different from the first time you and Roger had sex. He was rougher, needier, more dominant with his touches. You didn’t know if it was the amount of steam from the scorching hot water or his touches that caused you to feel dizzy and your brain to spin. Roger quickly turned you over, his hands smoothing over the globes of your ass. You quickly got the message and braced your hands on the wall in front of you.

You swayed your hips from side to side, impatiently waiting for Roger to do something. “Fuck” He silently cursed to himself, “What’s your password?”

Oh right.

You were supposed to be filming this to put on your snapchat. Was your phone waterproof? What if Roger dropped it? How was he going to plow you into next week and hold onto your phone?

The series of questions that flooded your brain was cut short by Roger lightly tapping your cheek, “Come on, before I lose my stiffy.”

“Oh, it’s uh 2580.” You answered, thankful that Roger couldn’t see your embarrassment.

Roger scoffed, “Really? Right down the middle?” He chastised.

“It’s fine- Oh fuck” You hissed out feeling Roger’s thick fingers filling you up, pumping in and out of your throbbing core. You hummed with pleasure and pushed back against his fingers, but as quickly as they filled you, they were gone.

Roger roughly filled you up with his cock, you gasped, feeling him stretch you open. He didn’t leave much time for you to adjust to his still unfamiliar size before he sharply snapped his hips against yours. Your back arched and you kept your hands firmly splayed against the wall. Your legs spread further apart, and your mouth fell open as sinful noises began to spill from it.

“Fuck.” Roger grunted, his hips slapping loudly against yours, “That feel good baby?” He said as he grabbed the meat of your ass and kneaded it in his hand, spreading it apart and getting a perfect view of his cock disappearing into you.

Roger’s calloused hand came down, roughly smacking your cheek. He bit his lip and watched it jiggle under his hand. The water amplified the stinging sensation that rang through your bones. You let out a breathy gasp, “It feels so good,” You slurred. Your mind was drunk with pleasure, “Fuck me harder.” You preened, pushing your hips back against him.

Roger shifted behind you, “You want me to fuck you harder?” He asked, roughly grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him. Your face now rested against the cool tile as you sat up on an angle. Rogers sharp and methodical thrusts caused you to rhythmically jolt forward, the sensitive skin of your breasts occasionally brushing against the cool tile. The flood of sensations caused every nerve in your body to stand on end.

“Yeah, fuck me harder, Rog.” You practically purred his name, letting it roll off your tongue like honey.

Roger pressed his back against yours. His lips latched onto your shoulder, biting at the soft skin and running his tongue over the teeth marks he pressed into you. One of his hands snuck around to your chest, groping and fondling your painfully ignored tits in his rough palms while the other remained on your hip, pulling you against him at an even pace.

You let out soft breathy moans “Ah, ah, ah” each one getting higher and higher in pitch as the coil in your stomach tightened and threatened to break under the pressure that had begun to build until finally it snapped. You arched your back painfully against him, the muscle in your back cramping from the awkward angle. Your walls, pulsating out of him, coaxing Roger to his own release as he chased it, frantically and unevenly thrusting into you before he pulled out and painted the perfect skin of your plump ass white.

Your chest heaved and your arms shook lightly as you came down from your high. After a few moments to regather your brain you let the water wash you clean of the mess.

After your shower you found yourself curled up in your bed. Without bothering to knock, Roger opened the door to your room, his towel still loosely hanging over his shoulders and a pair of boxers hanging comfortably off his hips. You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his light blond hair dripping small water droplets and littering his pale skin with moisture. Fuck, you want to lick them off, what the hell was wrong with you?

“Can I help you?” You croaked out. You voice gave away your current struggle.

Roger cluelessly grinned at you, “I want to see what I filmed!” He said plopping down next to you on your bed.

Your face flushed with heat, “You video taped what happened in the shower?” You gaped at him, shifting the blankets so he could get comfortable.

Roger responded with a nod and flatly held his hand out for you to place the phone in his hand, “Yeah, come on we have to pick the best ones to upload.” He responded. Right this was for professional purposes.

When you grabbed and opened your camera roll you saw sure enough, there were several saved short clips and a few pictures in it. Heat began to build in your belly upon seeing the little thumbnail previews. You had to take a moment to remind yourself that watching the sex tape you and your roommate made was strictly for business purposes and not for personal pleasure.

But when you clicked on the first video and caught a perfectly angled shot of Roger entering you, your back arching, the steam of the shower beginning to fog and cloud the camera your mind went blank. You stared at the image before Roger nudged the volume button, turning it up, “We have to make sure it sounds okay.” You almost missed the deviant glint in his eyes that hid behind Roger’s focused features.

The cheeky bastard knew what he was doing.

Your breathy sighs and moans filled your room, Christ, that was what you sounded like? You blinked at the short clip when it was over, “What do you think?” You didn’t dare look at Roger. You didn’t even want to think of what his stupid smug face looked like right now.

“I think it looks even better the second time around.” He confidently retorted back to you.

“Fuck off,” You couldn’t help but smile and let out a little laugh before swiping to the next little clip.

“Fuck” Roger’s husky voice rang against your ears, giving you flash backs to what happened only moments earlier.

SMACK the crisp sound of Roger slapping your ass echoed through your brain just like it did in the bathroom.

“That feel good baby?” Your walls throbbed, hearing Roger’s commanding tone and watching his hand kneading the meat of your ass as it bounced against him.

The tension in the room was beginning to settle and surround the two of you once more. You swallowed thickly almost positive Roger could hear your audible gulp. “That one looks good too.” Your voice sounded shaky. Your skin felt like it was on fire and Roger simply sat next to you, seemingly unfazed.

[kenobion]

I think I need to make another gifset that features hands

[somethinginrocknroll]

I kinda want to make a tumblr gc for queen

Like a queen fam gc

I had one on insta but none of them r rlly active anymore

[ncutii-gatwa]

‘I love Lucy’ is a show but also the story of my life because I do love Lucy. Lucy Boynton.

[brenobikenobi]

Being married to Joe Mazzello would include...

A/N: Let me just say this - this is my first headcanon post and it’s based on an old Joe fic that I was writing but abandoned! Further updates to be posted, but onto headcanons, shall we?

Joe is a type of guy who would give you all of the love that you deserve (no tea, just facts). He reminds me of someone who’s kind of old fashioned, but he absolutely adores you and wants to make sure you know how loved you are. That you are taken care of and that you are happy, no matter what. It’s what you deserve.

While you’re married, it’s also easy for Joe to goof off. My god, he just... he’s a meme. It has to be said, it’s going to be said because there is going to be infinite smiles. You’d be sitting down, just relaxing to yourself when he decides that it’s joke time. And joke time is the best time.

“Hey Y/N... did you know that if you stand in the corner in the winter, the corner will be warm because it’s 90 degrees?” “...god DAMMIT, Joe.”

“If you were a fruit, you would be a FINE- *hiccup* -apple.” [ cue Office look at the camera from you ]

“What’s a pirate’s favorite animal?” “Don’t do it-” “AAAR-dvarks.”

“Are you from Tennessee?” “Joseph, don’t-” “Because you’re the only TEN I see- WHERE ARE YOU GOING? I’M FUNNY!”

“Hi. My name is Microsoft, can I crash at your place tonight?” “You can crash on the couch-” “HEY!”

“Even if there wasn’t gravity on Earth, I’d still fall for you.” “...okay, that one was pretty sweet. You sap.” “You married me for my jokes.”

Now that you are both married, adventuring together is a key part of your marriage. The places you go together are beautiful, life-changing even. Plus your phones are both full of pictures of your favorite places, plus little candids of your significant other during intimate moments like holding hands at dinner and the coy little smile of Joe as he eyes you while sipping his wine.

Baseball dates are a must. Joe probably gets season tickets for both you and him to attend the home games at Yankee Stadium, wherever the seats are. You’d get drinks, Joe’d get the food, and you’d both have the time of your life.

Bonus: If you’re not a Yankees fan, then it’s gonna be a house divided. And we can all probably guess how likely Joe is to trash talk your team.

Bonus x2: If you’re a Boston Red Sox fan, then you’re not safe. You’re screwed. Get out of there- no, just kidding. Ignore me, I’m not funny.

Also, don’t get me started on this man and his bets if you are a Red Sox fan. If the Yankees win a game against the Red Sox, then you need to wear anything Yankees for the entire next day. But if the Red Sox win, then it’s going to be him wearing anything Red Sox which he grimaces at even thinking about for the most part.

You win the first round of the bet. Joe didn’t talk to you for the entire day.

Joe also LOVES waking up beside you. Sometimes he will wake up before you, opening his eyes and watches you for a moment before slowly, your eyes will open a while later to the same statement he says repetitively: “God, how lucky am I?”

When he was filming for Bohemian Rhapsody, the whole Cardboard Ben shenanigan was one of your favorite things to witness. Joe would cart that cardboard cutout of Ben everywhere, even making him take your spot of the bed when you would visit to the point where it got ridiculous. 

Also, to be fair, it was hilarious to you when the actual Ben joined in and got into bed with Joe.

On a more raunchy note, your sex life as a married couple depends really on a schedule which isn’t the best. Joe’s always filming at times or you have a heavy workload to get through, leaving you both all pent up. But also... it’s fun when you two are worked up to the brim, stressed and needing a release or two before it leads to you crashing together when reunited after a day, week or even a month. Whether it be passionate and soft or rough and sexy, you both just love to be together.

After the big wedding day, even after a few months or even a year had passed, Joe loves to look back on it. With that being said, he keeps a little folded picture from your big day in his wallet. When he’s far away and in the middle of filming a film, he loves to pull it out and look at the photo for a moment of his day. It just makes him happy and he couldn’t ask for more.

[somesortofbandreference]

rami: we had to film liveaid on the FIRST DAY!

ben: I was barely able to smoke!

joe: I got a perm for just TWO scenes in the movie!

gwilym: I’m just happy to be here

[milkchu]

ben & joe fighting over you [headcanons]

Warnings: swearing, short, two cute competitive bois

A/N: might have more of this scenario but this is all i have for now !!! happy reading! 💓

so you met these two when borhap was still filming

you were one of the stylists and also lucy’s best friend !!!

which means seeing these two bois whom you thought were cute af

as filming days passed, you began to notice the little competition ben and joe had

it started off as them bringing you coffee

one time you were setting up your tools in the trailer until ben popped up

“morning, (y/n). brought you coffee uwu”

you were about to reach for the cup “awww, thank you ben-“

joe suddenly appears out of nowhere and was like

“ᵒʰ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ i brought coffee too aND A BAGEL” like he just pulled out a power card

you accept both anyways bc why not it’s f*ckin coffee

then it just kept coming

from coffee to full on meals

i swear to god you saved a sh*t ton of money bc of it

then ofc they both ask you to eat out together at times

“hey (y/n) wanna go eat at that new cafe that just opened-“

“h EY (y/n) i heard you like (fave food) LET’S EAT-“

“sorry guys !! i promised to eat lunch with lucy :( maybe next time?”

ben and joe just end up eating together at a pizza parlor

they both just grumble and glare at each other while aggressively eating pizza

“‘s your fault, mazzello”

“f*ck off ben just eat ur damn pizza”

they would also race to the trailer just to get their hair and makeup done by you

like you were doing lucy’s until they slammed the door open

“hEY (Y/N) CAN YOU DO MINE-“

then they stop themselves bc they realized they just said that in unison

you giggle at their cuteness uwu and reply,

“no problem! just let me finish up lucy’s first, okay?” :>

they both just nodded before sitting down on the seats

once the other stylist was done but you weren’t

they just started nudging each other into going first

which just ended up in either or both of them falling off the seat

while filming they would also try to get retouches from you even though they didn’t really need it

“(y/n) i think my lipstick’s fading away”

rogerina ben approaches you

you clearly saw it was still there but you did it anyway bc this boi was too cute

once you applied another coat he thanked you and went back to sit on the couch beside joe

“so original, ben”

“what do you mean? a lady needs to look good all the time”

“um (y/n) i think my lipstick needs retouching too-“

then also on the set of live aid

“hey (y/n) does my hair look fine?”

joe asks, obv stopping in front of the drum set that ben was behind

it was clearly fine, but you couldn’t pass up a chance to touch his floofy deacy hair

“there you go, joe!”

“thanks, (y/n)!”

ben just shakes his head behind the drum set

when you leave,

joe turns his head towards ben and just smirks

finally, the award shows

each of them ask you to be their date

but you didn’t want to reject either of their offers

so you suggested to just go together

they both were kinda disappointed but as long as they get to spend time with you it’s fine 💓

they both couldn’t stop bickering about who sits next to you

so gwil was just literally done with life and told lucy to sit beside you

but when borhap had won an award and called for the entire cast to come up on stage

you both gave the longest cheek kisses on both ben and joe

they were definitely still in a trance while on stage bc of it

“she kissed my cheek for aT LEAST three seconds, joe”

“nah ben, according to my calculations yours was just 2.6 seconds, mINE WAS 2.8”

gwil, done with the two: “according to MY calculations, you two dumb as sh*t”

but when each of them asked you out on a proper date,

“sorry guys i’m kinda seeing someone right now”

*cue the top gif*

ok i’m done hasghdgah omg this was sh*tty

tags: @monochromedeacon // @b-hardys // @spideyyypeter // @hunterswearingplaid

[loveyouso]

When you find new songs so you don’t have to listen to the same 2 on repeat anymore:

[confusedhalfofthetime]

Don't you ever feel an overwhelming love for John Richard Deacon? I mean I just love that man way too much for my own good

[poopycrumbs]

brian: what would sound good for the song???

brian: [thinks of roger]

brian: aha!

brian: [writes “blue eyed floozy” on his paper and beams]

[transeliot]

Rami Malek would’ve looked more camp even if he showed up dressed as Ahkmenrah from Night at the Museum send tweet