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@freddieisqueen
Other fandoms: quality videos in 1080p, crisp and clear pictures in colour, good audio in interviews so you can hear what your idols are saying
meanwhile, in the classic rock fandom:
And we still drool over these hot af bastards
Honestly, my favorite part of the BoRhap movie is how whenever Roger came on screen i heard my friend whisper next to me, "God, Blondie is so hot." and that just really was the cheese on top of my toast.
I’m In Love With My Car is a good song
You just can’t drive
You have to be deaf to not love that song. It's a true masterpiece.
imagine a world where Freddie didn't have chest hair
i don't want to live in that universe either
I won’t be a rockstar. I will be a legend.
Discuss
freddie: you’ll need someone new
roger: you know anyone?
freddie:
Oml it was exactly like this 😂
Freddie, Brian and Roger: “Im in Love with my Car” is not that strong
Roger:
Facts
Freddie: everyone this is my ex-boyfriend
Jim: you’ve got to stop introducing me like that
Jim: I’m his husband
Facts
every time they said “deaky” in Bohemian Rhapsody added ten years to my life
*Bo Rhap begins*
*Freddie laying on a bed coughing*
Me:
Lmaaaaooooo
BoRhap but every time Paul comes onscreen a live studio audience boos loudly
I was that live studio audience at my theatre. I'm sure I was annoying but it was worth it.
Freddie: “Hi darlings! I know a lot of people have been requesting I show my everyday make up routine, so I thought I’d make this video. So we’re going to start with some moisturizer–”
Roger, bursting into the room: “John stole my flat iron and made a grilled cheese with it cause he saw a lifehacks tutorial, and now it’s covered in butter!”
John, off screen: “It worked weirdly well. Are you sure it wasn’t made to–”
(Jump cut. The door is now shut and Freddie’s flat iron is gone from his dresser. John is in the background eating a grilled cheese.)
Freddie: “Hi darlings! So a lot of people have been requesting I do a video of my everyday make up routine. Let’s get started with moisturizer…”
Freddie: “You’ll see a lot of people talk about crazy things, you know? People using hard boiled eggs to spread their foundation and such…a beauty blender will work just fine. No need to get fucking crazy like that. Now we’re going to be using this foundation right here–” (Tiffany jumps onto the counter and knocks the foundation over, spilling it everywhere.) “Ah, fuck. No dear, don’t try to drink that–oh, for fuck’s sake.”
(Jump cut. Tiffany is now gone and the foundation has been cleaned up. John is still in the background but is now on his phone.)
Freddie: (holds up a different bottle) “So we’re going to be using this foundation right here–”
John: “Jim liked your selfie.”
Freddie: (Drops new bottle, spilling it everywhere)
Roger: “Can I use your power outlet?”
Freddie: “Uh…”
Roger: “You have better lighting.”
(Jump cut. Roger is halfway onscreen, straightening his hair. John is now asleep.)
Freddie: “But why are you…”
Roger: “It got really weirdly poodle-y and, like. Brian looking, I don’t–”
(Jump cut.)
Freddie: “Anyway. Contour.”
(Jump cut)
Freddie: (singing while applying contour) “Contouuuur.”
Roger: “Contoooooooooour!”
Freddie: “COOOOntour!”
Roger: “coooontAAAAIIIIIIIIIII”
John: (Throws a pillow)
(Jump cut to a pillow fight. Brian enters the room screaming unintelligibly.)
(Jump cut. Everyone is crowded around a broken lamp on the floor, arguing loudly.)
(Jump cut. Roger is straightening his now even more messy hair. John is laying on the couch, completely devoid cushions. Freddie is noticeably frazzled)
Freddie: “Alright, so we’re just gonna go ahead and blend this shit in…”
Freddie: “So I like to go bold with eyeliner but then subtle with eyeshadow. Make sense? So nice dark line, and then flick the wing toward the end of your eyebrow like so…”
Roger: “That doesn’t work for everyone, though.”
Freddie: “Well, it does if you pluck your eyebrows right. It would work great on you for example, but probably not on John.”
John: “For the last time, you’re not tweezing my eyebrows, Fred.”
Freddie: (muttering while applying eyeliner) “One day…one day we’ll get him.”
(Jump cut. John is in Freddie’s seat. Freddie is brandishing a pair of tweezers. Everyone is shouting over each other.)
(Jump cut. John is once again laying down in the background, this time on the couch cushions on the floor. Roger is drinking a La Croix and squinting at his ends.)
Roger: “Do you think I need to condition more?”
(Jump cut)
Freddie: “We’re gonna end this with lips. I gotta say, darlings. This day started off as ‘Pander Me’ but it’s moving quickly into ‘Spirit’ territory, so that’s the color we’ll be using.”
Roger: “What?”
(Jump cut. Freddie is marking the second of two lipstick swatches on his forearm.)
Roger: “I don’t get it. They kind of look the same to me.”
Freddie: “Look at them. This one is clearly more bubbly. It’s more pink. Spirit is nearly taupe.”
Roger: “I guess, but why is that your good day shade? Why not, like. I don’t know. ‘Bombshell’ or something? That’s more pink. John, what’s your happy-day Mac shade?”
John: “’Shy girl.’”
Roger: “See? Thank–wait…”
Freddie: (uncapping ‘Spirit’) “You two wouldn’t last a day in art school.”
So there are some deleted scenes from BoRhap and
H E L P
AAAAHHHHHH IF ONLY
Bohemian Rhapsody, a Summary:
Literally everyone: Freddie no
Freddie: Freddie Y E S