#no one deserves the borhap treatment

[dadrockconfessions]

[obsessivelollipoplalala]

Unpopular opinion: I don’t like the prophets song😬

Strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

You really decided to commit a violent hate crime in my inbox. After all we’ve been through, you put this beast of an opinion in my inbox. What have I done to deserve such ill treatment, such malevolence?

Lol anyway it’s one of Queen’s best songs, should have been fucking used in Good Omens because it’s about the apocalypse, and it should’ve been the B-side to “Bohemian Rhapsody” because it deserved to be a single, it fits better thematically with borhap, and “I’m in Love With My Car” shouldn’t have been a single at all ☕️

[bohrapbois]

Sooo can I ask for Lucy and the boys having a nice relaxing spa day together?

570 Words of pure and utter fluff of borhap bois spa day

They deserved this. They really did. Every single one of them had busted their asses off making this movie, had put their hearts and souls into it, so of course, they deserved a freakin’ spa day.

That’s what Lucy told them anyway.

The five of them moved as a unit, starting with the super-soft slippers and robes. Rami and Joe kept fiddling with theirs, and Ben made sure his one way tied tightly to stop any horseplay from disrobing him. They may be in swimwear underneath, but he still didn’t want one of his castmates to try anything funny.

The swimming pool was fun, although they got scalded for having too much fun. Supposedly your not meant to splash each other and are actually meant to be there to float around and do jack-shit. Gwil seemed to be an expert in floating on his back, and was trying to teach Ben how too, but he ended up constantly rolling over or sinking when Gwil didn’t have a hand holding him up. Lucy still splashed Rami when he came near enough.

And then the treatments started.

Couples massage for Rami and Lucy of course, and then somehow the other three convinced the staff to let them all have a massage together. They had the masseuses wrapped around their little fingers and got photos of the trio holding hands when getting massaged. 

Of course they went in the steam rooms when waiting for different treatments, and yes it was funny to watch Gwil and Joe trying to slap each other with towels. It was relaxing getting to do all this, and Rami was certain he was going to melt down in the seat he was in.

Next up was facials. Lucy and Ben went all out, getting as many ingredients as possible put on their faces. By the end of it, their skin was so shiny and clear, Joe attempted to use it as a mirror. The others got more basic ones, although they made fun of the extra pampering the two blond Brits wanted. Then it was some more massages because hell yeah they were going to have more. They’d gotten the studio to pay for all this, had it as an ‘essential expense’, so why not have the works done. 

Manicures and pedicures were next. It was the time where the less joking and teasing was done, and Rami was pretty sure Ben actually fell asleep during it. Gwil would have to pay up on that joking bet they had. That kid can sleep through anything.

Joe got them all to agree to have their toenails painted, and that’s how the group of them ended up walking out the little salon with neon coloured toes. 

They’d gotten the dinner package as well, and were gleeful when they found out that they could eat the food in their robes. They drank a few glasses of bubbly each, and even got a few free because who can say no to future academy award winner Rami Malek when he turns on those puppy dog eyes? 

They were overly relaxed when they left and ended up back at Bens place as it was the nearest. Ordering in the greasiest pizzas possible from the shop down the road, they finished off their relaxing day watching shitty films and all laying on the floor between pillows and blankets with each other.

Ben ended up asleep again.

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

The Fairy King- Chapter 2

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Queen X reader/ To be determined, x reader

TW: language, violence, mentions of choking????

Genre: Fantasy. (Labyrinth AU)

Series: The Fairy King

Requests: OPEN

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"Deacon, grab its arms," Mercury snapped as he trailed out of the room, May following close behind him with his head ducked down. Deacon gave the girl an apologetic look before taking hold of her wrists and pulling her forward. (Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed and she began fighting his grip, tugging her wrists back and attempting to push him away. A small, almost sarcastic, sigh escaped Mercury upon hearing the commotion and he clicked his fingers.

"May, deal with the girl, she's being rather difficult," He huffed and all she saw was May flick his wrist and green sparks before her eyes grew heavy once more.

Slowly, (Y/N) pulled her eyes open, letting out a moan of pain. Her head was pounding and her eyes fuzzy but when she went to rub at them, there was a loud clanking and a tug of cold metal on her wrists. As her eyes began to adjust she heard amused laughter from the corner. Her head snapped to the sound and in the corner, she spied a blonde hidden in the shadows, leant against the wall. A white ruffle was positioned around his neck, she noticed, and his clothing was similar to that of a jester as he pushed himself from the wall.

" I wouldn't fight your restraints love, they'll only get tighter. You'll hurt yourself," He advised, approaching her steadily. (Y/N) shot him a glare, watching him carefully " Alright, give me the silent treatment. I'm Taylor. You must be the troublesome girl that I helped pick out. Now, come on. We have to take you to his majesty." Taylor took hold of her arm, his touch gentle and somehow kind, and hoisted her up. it was then she came to the realisation that the room, or rather, corridor she'd been in had changed. Instead of, what she assumed to be, a dungeon, it was a simple bedroom. Not fancy by any means, by more comfortable by far, though she hadn't exactly been placed on the bed. (Y/N) allowed Taylor to escort her out of the room and through the various winding, seemingly, endless halls. He never once tightened his grip or forced her to speed up her pace. He allowed her to take in her new surroundings, which were much more luxurious than she'd seen in a long time. The exact thing it described in her storybook.

"Can I ask you a question, Taylor?" (Y/N) requested quietly, almost too scared to look at him. Taylor peeked over at her, carefully adjusting his grip on (Y/N)s's restraints to make sure he didn’t hurt her.

"You just did," He responded with a small, teasingly cocky grin. But she didn't smile. She only raised an eyebrow in reply, slowing her steps until they stopped completely, forcing Taylor to stop with her.

"How is this happening?" She turned to face him, ignoring the ache in her shoulders from her arms being held back. As he turned to her, she noticed a tattoo-like mark near his temple that she hadn't seen before. His ears also seemed to have a slight point at the end. Taylor shook his head, opening his mouth and closing it again, looking oddly fish like.

"I'm - I can't answer that. The Fairy King would have my head," He whispered, before giving a light yank to her shackles and continued on, not bothering to check if her restraints had grown too tight under his pulling, which they had, causing (Y/N) to wince and quicken her walk to keep up. She let out a frustrated groan at the continuous lack of an answer.

After a few more minutes of awkward, tense silence,  the pair reached a pair of large, deep red doors.  Golden accents made up a picture of two lions, a phoenix, a crab and two angel looking creatures, all clustered around a large Q with a regal crown placed in the centre. Taylor raised his fist and knocked lightly and the doors gradually opened, held open by two soldiers, both of their helmets looking like the head of a medusa-looking creature. It was quite easy to tell that the room was a ballroom. It was enormous and the word grand couldn't scratch the surface of how incredible and grandeur the sight was. Marble flooring was cold enough against (Y/N) sockless feet to send shivers up her spine. The room seemed to hold its own natural glow and it was crowded with people, dancing along to phantom music and laughing amongst themselves. However, when Taylor lead  (Y/N) into the ballroom, the laughter died down and soulless eyes watched them. A few women leant to the person beside them and began muttering, clearing a path for Taylor and his prisoner, like Moses, parting the sea. The new path came to reveal the Fairy King, stood at the top of the west staircase, where the central one split, observing the duo with beady eyes, descending the stairs at a leisurely pace. Taylor kneeled, letting go of (Y/N)'s manacles.

"Your majesty, the human you requested," Taylor stated before rising back to his feet. (Y/N) nearly rolled his eyes at how much of a suck up he seemed to be in front of the king.

"Thank you, my darling. Now, shoo," Mercury dismissed Taylor with a sharp jerk of his head, to which Taylor nodded and moved to stand beside Deacon, who was positioned under the stairs. He whispered something to Deacon who rolled his eyes and nodded his head in agreement. (Y/N)'s eyes scanned the room but she never saw May. So her eyes settled on Mercury, glaring daggers at his chiselled face."Oh, my dear, don't give me that look. I saved you."

"You pulled me from my life-"

"Which you were miserable in."

"-And took me away from my family."

"Who was awful to you."

"Maybe so! But I need to go home! Just because my family are terrible people doesn't mean that I don't deserve a chance in my own goddamn life!" She hollered, sick of the constant insistence. Mercury's self-assured smile faded, his eyes narrowed and turned dark.

“Do you know what this is, (Y/N)?” A crystal orb appeared in his hand, floating between his fingers, magically staying floating no matter how much he moved his hand.

“I don’t care what that is! I want to go home!”

"Very well. If that's... truly what you want, you may go home," He responded, taking a few steps closer until they were face to face.

"Then get one of your...company to take me out of this place,"(Y/N) sneered, seeing the look of deceit buried in his eyes.

"Gladly. May, why don't you take her shackles off and lead our guest to the exit," The murmurs of the crowd got louder and more concerned with each mention of the 'exit'. (Y/N) looked to the side and nearly jumped out of her skin upon seeing May beside her, eyes shining with worry as they looked to the girl. He walked behind her and she heard a click before the heavy metal fell to the floor. She rolled her shoulders and May carefully took her hand.

"Come this way, miss," May's voice was louder than it had been in the dungeon and he tenderly dragged her towards the door. But instead of going back through the awe-inspiring double doors, like she thought he was going to do, he stopped in front of one of the paintings on the wall. It was one of a large labyrinth, moss and ivy growing over the countless walls and a large tower at the end of it seemed to dwarf the labyrinth with its incredible size. (Y/N) wrenched her wrist from May and spun on her heel, ignoring the fearful looks of the party goers. Mercury was grinning like a madman as he made his way over. Deacon and Taylor looked scared. But not for themselves. For her.

"Alright, Mercury. Funny joke," (Y/N) snapped, folding her sore arms over her chest.

"Oh, you're not as bright as I originally thought, are you?

A gasp sounded throughout the room at the sound of skin colliding with skin. Mercury's head snapped to the side with the impact before he looked back to her with fire in his eyes. His cheek was burning but he didn't falter in his movement as he gripped her throat and brought her closer to him. (Y/N)'s hands shot to the one around her neck, though he'd yet to apply any pressure.

"I was going to give you a week. But clearly, you don't want to help yourself. Three days." The silence in the room was deafening and she felt herself begin to shake a little. "Three days to get out. To get to the exit. Or you stay here forever. Chop, chop."

With that, Mercury threw her backwards and she went toppling through the painting, back colliding with the floor. A soft 'oof' escaped her lips at the impact and she reached up to May, who stood at the window of the painting but it twirled and disappeared. Leaving her alone at the mouth of the labyrinth. With only three days to get out.

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[trashmuis]

So, I saw the Bohemian Rhapsody movie about Queen the other night, and I decided to look more into Freddie’s life with interviews involving family and other band members, and I honestly can’t stop crying

everything is just so sweet and he was such a lovely person and he was so talented and so ambitious  and he’s everything I want to be, and he left behind a legacy that he was always so humble about, even when on stage he was the most flamboyant and charismatic, loud person out there

Like this is the 2nd night i’ve spent watching videos and crying about it.

Just watching, there are filmed home videos about his cats and his boyfriend in the garden and his mother gave and interview of how he was as a boy and he was so eager to be part of something bigger than himself with music and arts.

He was funny and made silly jokes all the time in his videos, but it was clear that he was also rather soft and sensitive - to the point of kind of being quiet to himself and not expressing his true thoughts with his outrageous “persona” of sorts? He was real with the confidence, but he also was still like... a person who didn’t share everything bc it was personal to him.

But the people who knew him best loved him so much, and it makes me really happy that they made the movie BoRhap because it does him such justice when it seemed like the media was so terrible about his party habits and his sexuality and his love life. Like who cares what his sexuality’s label was? (Yes, I get he became an icon and people like to have role models similar to themselves, but I mean a definitive label for people to judge him by. He tried to talk about it without being hounded before). He may have made some mistakes or lived a little too ... vibrantly to some, but he wasn’t just a freak or a rowdy person all the time who lived his life purposefully on the edge? He tried to make the best out of things and I highly doubt he can be shamed for being human like that. Indulgence is tricky.

The stigma behinds HIV/AIDS was so great back then and no one really knew anything. It was a different era, for sure. Doesn’t excuse his treatment in the media, or the ever-growing fear of people with AIDS, or the stupid stupid STUPID thought that they deserved to get it.

Freddie was loud and proud, but he seemed like such a kind soul.

His passing was such a terrible tragedy, but he was such a bright flame in the darkness of life. And it’s so nice to see the good around him.