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[pantone-palette]

I still can't stress enough how important watching Bohemian Rhapsody was to me.

Watching Freddie come into himself and his sexuality was *incredible*. It took a key to my brain and unlocked the brilliance inside of it.

[crewman-penelope]

Rami week

1. One creative relationship

Rami Malek with Polly Bennett for Bohemian Rhapsody

The London based movement coach Polly Bennett didn't help Rami just to copy some of Freddie's moves, but to find his own way and mindspace to feel this moves and to act spontaneous and natural.

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[braziliancurly]

Roger Taylor and Dominique Beyrand ARE OFFICIALLY GRANDPARENTS!!!!!!

Congratulations 👏🎉

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Wowowow sexy drawn hand moment,

[bowieandqueen11]

Can I stay? / Tim Murphy x Reader

Prompt: Hi my love! Could you write a Tim Murphy x reader fic where the reader is his assistant and he just falls completely in love with her but he’s scared to make a move, but then she gets upset over something (maybe she finds out her boyfriend is cheating on her?) and just cuddles Tim and he confesses? 

Heya @rogerina-owns-me​ omg I’m sorry this took so long but hopefully this can help both of us when we’re staying in bed XD

‘Don’t you find it boring wearing only two colours, Mr Murphy?’ Tim titters to himself slightly, finding himself unable to pull his eyes away from the small nest of dinosaur eggs that crackle slightly under the hot neon lights, their creamy brown shells cracking slightly on top of the nestled straw. His doe eyes widen nervously, slight sweat beginning to trickle down his forehead like rain drops which he reaches up to swipe away. Fear and curiosity cloud his vision, anxiety whirling around his brain as his stomach starts to flutter, events of the past coming barrelling into his brain as Dr Wu laughs lightly next to him.

‘Really, don’t you own anything else other than a blue shirt?’ Tim peels himself away from the tiny claws that start to emerge from the creamy shell, his mood instantaneously cheering up as his mind finally acknowledges your familiar teasing, a warm smile tugging at his lips as his hand releases its white knuckle grip on the steel bar set in front of the incubator, twisting his torso away to face you. He blushes slightly at your cheeky grin, a mixture of heat and nerves swirling over his cheeks like lava as he watches you step towards him, admiring how your pony tail swishes like gold under the light, how you manage to always coordinate your outfit each day so that it hugs your curves and adds a splash of much needed colour to his intense life. Coughing lightly, he pulls his eyes back up from following your lips, starting slightly as he realises he’s been caught staring.

‘I don’t know, y/n, don’t you ever get bored always staring?’

You shake your head slightly, your feet echoing throughout the silent room as you hand him his clipboard, gazing slightly around the denim shirt that flows lightly around his white cotton shirt to watch with tense curiosity the number of scientists and mathematicians that have crowded behind Tim’s back like a swarm of bees, nervous nattering too fast to distinguish buzzing from their mouths in fast peels as Tim raises his eyebrows slightly, mouthing an over exaggerated ‘dinosaurs’. As you step back to look at him, your fingers letting go of the clipboard and falling back to your side, your mind whirring at the newest breakthrough, you’re completely unaware of the effect you had on Tim, his right hand coming up to rub the prickling goosebumps that litter his skin from your intimate touch, his slender fingers tingling and twitching slightly as if seeking yours like a beacon, hoarse coughs ruffling through his throat to try and regain his professional composure, but having absolutely no control over the redness that spreads over every inch of his skin and burns against the light scruff peppering his neck.

‘Are you alright, Dr Murphy, you seem a little faint?’ Tim shakes his head, managing a hoarse ‘I’m fine, thank you, y/n. Just...bad memories, I suppose. And please, what did I tell you, call me Tim. Mr Murphy makes me sound like an old man.’

You giggle lightly as his eyes widen again, a surprised chuckle escaping his lips to see that he could make you so happy. ‘At least it’s nearly lunchtime. If you don’t mind, Tim, I’ve been rereading your book and I’d love to discu-’ Your phone rings in your pocket, and you gasp a slight ‘one moment please Tim’ before walking out the door, not noticing Tim’s shoulders slump down slightly with a defeated sigh, his eyes turning down slightly as he realises he just let the perfect chance to ask the love of his life out on a date pass through his fingers like ripples of sand before turning back dejectedly to the others.

Stepping back into the building, carrying your favourite pastry in a slightly damp brown bag that crinkles with his heavy steps, Tim shakes his ginger locks slightly and lets the rain patter from their curls like dew drops as he goes looking for you, calling loud ‘y/n’s that echo through the cold tile walls and over hollow dinosaur bone exhibits as his steps become more impatient. Stopping slightly, he cranes his head forward, his eyebrows raising before furrowing slightly in confusion as he hears high breathless sobs and loud, hollow breathing come from the thick stairwell door. Pushing it open gently with his shoulder, slowly so as not to scare you, his eyes dim with sadness as he watches your shaking shoulders sit on the cold black steps, your arms wrapped around yourself as he runs over to sit by you, the bag collapsing to the floor like a deflated balloon as his arm comes up to wrap around your shoulder, rubbing gentle circle eights into your arm as you shake your head lightly, managing a stuttering ‘I’m sorry, sir, but that was my boyfriend and-’

‘He’s a jerk, don’t worry I get it,’ Tim says with a violent shake of his head, anger boiling and bubbling in the pit of his stomach as he wonders how anyone could ever want to hurt an angel like you. ‘But it’s Tim, y/n, remember, and you can always come to me, you know that.’ He tries to muster up a smile, his fringe falling gently over his sad eyes as he looks down at you, pulling you tight against his thumping heart as his breath warms the top of your shaking head, his large hand coming up to hesitantly smooth down and pat your hair.

‘If you want me to hack into his computer for sweet revenge-’

‘You are such a nerd’, you manage to giggle out between slight hiccups, tears dripping from your cheeks and landing with hot thuds onto Tim’s shirt, staining it slightly as he grimaces, his hands beginning to shake in fear of seeing you this way, his mouth twitching as his thumb runs down the dips of your face to clumsily wipe away the ones that fall from the corner of your eye.

‘I prefer master hacker, actually.’

You laugh against his chest, and as a warm feeling begins to blossom, covering the anger in his stomach and making his heart begin to swell up like a ship lost on a rocky sea, his chuckles begin to chime in with your own, his arms tightening around yours as he presses a gentle and loving kiss against your forehead, his nose bumping tenderly against your own. His breath shakes out as he stares into your glimmering eyes, your trying smile making his heart flips as his mouth blurts out of its own accord, ‘I’ve been in love with you for so long, y/n.’

His eyes widen like saucers at his sudden confession, his frame starting to wriggle uncomfortably as you stare up at him, your eyes narrowed, and he begins to panic at your lack of response. Just as he’s about to make up an excuse to get back to work, he freezes as your hands come up to cup his cheeks, his stubble itchy against your palms as his eyes dip like a lost puppy, searching yours for the answer as you reach up and press the most passionate kiss Tim Murphy has ever experienced in his life against his thin lips.

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Blue Bayou: Epilogue

Synopsis: Ben is nervous as he prepares for Bohemian Rhapsody. But just as he thinks nerves will get the best of him, he’s introduced to a woman who might just be the muse he needs. Inspired by the song Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt

Warnings: Nostalgia

Info: This is officially the last part to Blue Bayou. This part kind of closes the gap of what Emmy (OC) means in the story, not just to Ben. Rami Malek features heavily. I’d love feedback!

Epilogue:

Rami stood with his Oscar in hand, his weight shifting from foot to foot. The microphone in front of him demanded his voice, and the hundred-strong media presence in the room pressed with their questions. He couldn’t help but answer awkwardly, but the pride in his shoulders never faltered.

“I have to thank so many great artists who have brought me to the point where I’ve felt confident in my work,” Rami said into the microphone his free hand moving as he spoke. Like the feeling behind his words were too strong for him to stand still. “But it was the confidence that one person especially imbued in me that made me think I was capable of taking on this challenge of playing Freddie Mercury.”

 The post-ceremony interview was meant only for the winners. But Rami had let the cast stand offside of the little stage. At least some of them. Ben was in awe of all Bohemian Rhapsody had accomplished. With all his fears, he had done his best. And now he was so proud of the film and that the hard work put into it was being recognized by the world. Finally.

He smiled to himself, listening to Rami’s speech. Joe and Gwilym were over his shoulder, filming their best friend with their cellphones. This was a moment of a lifetime. And Emmy was here to share it with them.

Somehow, Ben had managed to talk her out of her hotel room and into the limousine. He didn’t once let go of her hand when they stepped onto the red carpet, and she didn’t once pull away. It was a warm feeling that washed over him whenever she was near. And even when she seemed to get nervous, pressing beneath his arm as the press shouted, asking for her name and wondering why she was here, she stood with her chin up. Smiled for the photos.

It was almost like a family photoshoot for them all. The entire cast stood in front of the white flashing lights, arms over shoulders. Not a single soul was going to be forgotten about. And when Brian called Emmy over for a photo with her and Roger, Roger gave Ben a firm handshake. Told him he did a good job. And to look out for his niece.

There was trust in those words, and Ben took them to heart. And now he had a hand on her hip, her back against his chest as she leaned against him. Blissfully at peace with the unpredictability of the world. Because even though it was as fragile as if it were made of sugar, she still was reaching out to taste it.

Now, because of her, so was he.

“I don’t know how this person thought a young man who felt so profoundly alienated with social anxiety could ever play Freddie Mercury. But I began to discover that in this audacious, wonderful, powerful icon….there was this sense of loneliness and a sense of anxiety and I could relate the two together.” Rami paused, a small smile on his face as they all listened intently. “I want to thank this person for discovering that in me.”

Ben encircled Emmy’s waist and held her tightly. He knew exactly who Rami was speaking of. Gwilym and Joe did, too. But she was oblivious, simply watching her new friend with happiness. The man who portrayed her father. The man who, really, allowed her to embrace herself, too. This win was so much bigger than all of them.

“Everyone, now is the time I’d like to present to you the heart of the Mothership. The woman who carries the last breaths of Freddie Mercury and Jim Hutton in her lungs,” Rami turned his head toward where they stood and grinned. “Emmanuelle Mercury.”

Beneath his touch, Ben felt Emmy freeze. Her entire body seemed to lurch, and then stood completely still. Through her spine he could feel her heartbeat thud as the gasps and whispers erupted in the room. Reporters stood from their seats, waving their hands in an attempt to get the first question in. But they all shared the same bewilderment. So did Emmy.

“Miss Mercury?” Rami called, outstretching his hand toward her.

Ben understood fear of judgment. Of not being able to live up to everyone else’s expectations. But the wisdom inside of her and the kindness she offered people from her lips had pulled him tight. The only reason he was able to be in this movie was because of her.

She hadn’t allowed him to miss this opportunity.

Now he was going to repay the favour.

Ben squeezed her tightly and leaned down to kiss her neck. The closest he had been to her skin. And she exhaled at the contact, giving him exactly enough time to pull away from her and gently nudge her forward with a hand at the curve of her back.

Emmy stumbled, if only for a moment, hand covering her mouth as her glassy eyes began to spill tears. The moment she revealed herself from the sidelines the cameras flashed like a fireworks show. Shutters clicked so loudly that none of them could hear as Rami moved his mouth and motioned for her. She reached her hand toward him like a blind woman trying to find her way.

And she found it.

Rami took her hand and pulled her toward the mic, and folded her fingers around the Oscar statuette. Joe and Gwilym whistled behind him as the reporters hushed themselves to bring applause to her name. To her meaning.

He turned back to the crowd. “Settle down,” he warned, and waited until they rumbles subsided and it was quiet enough for him to speak again. “This woman right here has taught all of us involved in the film to love the parts of ourselves that no one claps for. She gave every part of herself to make Bohemian Rhapsody possible.”

With a flourish signature to the film, Rami stepped back from the microphone and allowed her to step up. Tears glittered on her cheeks and her eyes were turned toward the ceiling. As though she was wondering if Freddie and Jim were watching her now. If they were proud.

When she hesitated to speak, cradling the award against her yellow gown, she turned toward them. Ben blew her a kiss, but her brows remained pulled low. Unsure of herself. Unsure of the room. Until he felt a firm hand on his shoulder and watched as Roger Taylor stepped forward. Still hidden, but nearly on the stage.

Emmy drew a small X shape over her heart with her finger, and he reciprocated. Just like they had both done that day in the studio. And whatever meaning it held, she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. And spoke.

“It is empowering to step outside of ourselves,” Emmy began, wiping a tear from her cheek, looking out at the ocean of journalists. “But my two fathers taught me that when we shed our doubt, we can become someone new.”

As she steadied herself, Ben took the moment of quietness to lean toward the drummer. “Excuse me, sir, but what does this mean?” he wondered, and when the drummer looked at him he drew an X over his chest.

Roger chuckled, turning back to the most beautiful woman in the room. “Whenever she needs reassurance, she’ll cross her heart, asking me to cross mine. Silently she’s asking me if I think she’s capable. And, of course I do, so I draw the X.” He gave a soft smile. “I silently promise her that I won’t let her fall. Neither will Brian, or Joe, or Gwilym, or Rami or the rest of us. And certainly not you.”

The answer made him blush. Of course she was as gentle as a flower, no matter the strong front she put on; everyone needed someone. So he turned back to Emmy, sliding his hands into the pockets of his slacks.

“We are not tarnished,” Emmy said, holding conviction in her words as she pushed her shoulders down. “In fact, we are pure, even if we can’t fathom it in the moment. And we get so lost in our heads and drown in our problems so often we never take a step back to appreciate the things around us. Within us.”

She allowed herself a smile.

“We fall off the mountain that took us forever to climb and we think it’s the death of us, but who can say it’s not just us being reborn? We begin again and again because we know it leads to something new. Something better. And my parents taught me that we should never let the flames determine our ending.”

With a little nod of finality, Emmy took a step back from the microphone and Rami immediately began to clap. The sound filled the silence, and then Roger added himself to the applause. Ben, Joe, and Gwilym couldn’t quite pull themselves from their awe fast enough to beat the burst of energy from the journalists, but soon they were clapping, too.

“Home is where the Mothership is,” Rami said to them all as he passed the mic to kiss her cheek.

She handed him back the Oscar statuette with a bow, her lips forming a dozen thank-you’s before she turned on her heel and gave him back the stage. Emmy, hands no longer shaking, leaned in to Roger’s embrace and the proud arms of Joe and Gwilym.

But when she turned to Ben, he found himself completely unprepared. She pressed her lips to his and it obliterated every thought. For the first time in a long time, Ben’s mind was locked into the present. The worries of everything and anything evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. His usual mode of running was suddenly suspended, and he didn’t want this kiss to end.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly against him. He was drunk on her, and all he wanted to do was touch. And within moments, the soft caresses became firm, and he savoured her lips and the quickening of her breath that matched his own.

A kiss like this was a beginning. A promise of much more to come.

“Thank you,” Ben said as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to hers. He didn’t care that everyone was watching them.

Emmy smiled at him, hands on his shoulders. “For what?”

“For being you.”

And he leaned in to kiss her again.

[roleplayfinder]

hi, i'm 20+, gmt and i am looking for a long-term borhap rp partner! (or anybody who's cool with using borhap fcs in rp groups) i use both discord and tumblr; like this most and i'll message you off-anon as soon as i can :)

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