#drunk lo

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the drama of daphne falling pregnant because of the inherent failures of the pull out method would have been 100% more narratively impactful than the marital r*pe scene that they decided to go with

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38 years of hot space?????????? 38 years of john deacon rights babey

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List 5 things that make you happy and tag 5 people to do the same!

ty @onegoldenglance babe!

beer! (esp at the moment)

roger 

when girls smile at me on public transport

hugs, especially after a long time of not being touched

doughnuts!

tagging: @talkingismylifewrites @ivyyara @hannafuckingsucks @cxpaldi @70sdeakylesbian if y’all want to

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richard siken:

me:

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i can do my laundry or i can do my dishes. you cannot honestly expect me to do both

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one day i will finish croissant fic

John sat at a table blearily blinking at his Twitter feed. From what he could tell the frog meme was now racist (or always had been). He wasn’t entirely sure. 

A mug slammed down onto the table in front of him. John was tired enough that he barely even jumped.

“So, Crystal said he apologised? But I don’t trust the bastard so I’m here to apologise for him,” said Roger, a hopeful smile on his face. He looked as exhausted as John felt. 

Three AM was kind to no one, it seemed. 

“I was gonna buy you your croissant,” Roger continued, gesturing to the remnants of what had once been a pastry but now resembled more of an avant-garde take on the machinery of the capitalist state. “But you seem to have beaten me to it.”

“For once,” John grumbled, pulling the napkin closer to himself as if Roger was going to attempt to steal the crumbs. 

Roger lifted his shoulders into a shrug with a grimace, holding out his hands as if to say to the world, 'fair enough'. “To be fair,” he said lowly, taking a sip from his mug. “I didn’t know you had dibs on the croissant.”

John glared at him suspiciously.

“I also didn’t ask Crystal to bodyslam you. He came up with that on his own.”

“Really.”

“Really,” Roger insisted, looking much too earnest — for both the early hour of the morning and his disposition in general. “If I’m going to fight someone over a croissant I’ll do it myself.”

This, strangely enough, John believed.

“Crystal’s just…” Roger trailed off, looking for the words.

“Mildly fucking insane?” John offered, now aware of the way that both Chrissie and Freddie were crouched behind the coffee machine blatantly spying on the two of them.

“Protective,” Roger settled on, though he nodded along with John’s suggestion.

“Protective?”

“Protective,” Roger agreed. “Like a pitbull.”

John looked at him blankly.

“I fed him once and now he won’t stop pissing on all of my things,” Roger elaborated, gesturing between the two of them.

“And I,” John went on unsurely when Roger didn’t continue. “Am… one of your things?”

“No!” Roger yelped, gesturing for him to be quiet before glaring at the exact spot that Chrissie and Freddie had just ducked down behind. “No. The croissant,” he explained.

“The croissant is one of your things?” John ventured, his brain still trying to kick into gear. He’d been here since quarter past two, all in the name of a croissant. To be honest, he wasn’t entirely sure it was worth it.

“No, no,” Roger said, shaking his head. John pondered, momentarily, what conditioner he used. “The croissant is your thing; Crystal explained. It’s fine.”

“What?”

Roger blinked across the table at him for a few long seconds before smiling warmly and patting his hand. “It’s fine, John,” he told him. “Don’t worry. I just wanted to apologise for Crystal. He’s a bit of a dick.”

That said, Roger stood, drained the last of his tea and made for the door. As he disappeared into the snow John turned bewilderedly to Chrssie and Freddie who, having now given up any pretense of being anything other than a pair of eavesdropping scoundrels, were waiting eagerly for his response to the encounter.

“I need you to be honest,” John told them seriously, waiting for them to nod in agreement before continuing. “Do you think there’s any chance he thinks I’m conducting a sexual relationship with the almond croissants I buy from here?”

“Absolutely not,” Chrissie reassured him.

“Definitely,” said Freddie with a sad shake of his head.

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reasons not to give me your number #183748392822738

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"my rather unfair disregard of fics that are absolutely brilliant but i just can’t reckon the characterisation with my own rather concrete sets" I do the exact same 🙈 do you have any recs for fic you really enjoyed in terms of characterization?

i........ honestly haven’t read any new queen fic since about mid last year because i’ve been stuck in a rut writing wise so, out of guilt, i’ve been avoiding it all :/ i will have something posted by end of July or so help me god i will disappear from this fandom out of shame

my all time fave is, of course, damn your love damn your lies 

otherwise here is a random assortment of fics that I remember enjoying from my ao3 history:

hear me out -- (john/roger)

warm and terrified -- (john/roger/brian; caveat: i actually don’t enjoy the addition of brian into this dynamic and only actually read until the end once. i abandon half way thru)

escape (the pina colada song) -- (roger/brian........... before i got my filthy hands on caro and corrupted her ok. im loyal and this is the fic we met in the comments section of, so.

the brighter sun and the easier lays series -- (roger/john. the mack daddy of the modern joger renaissance. also i requested john in lingerie and i got it. im still smug.)

exercises in free love series -- (ot4, the only ot4 i’ve read that blended all four in a way that i felt was authentic enough to revisit and mull over)

let me be the one to hold you -- (roger/brian but really it’s the roger and Freddie im here for. valentina’s roger characterisation is to DIE FOR and im forever big mad that she stopped writing queen fic just when i started to talk her round to the dark side................................ joger)

good old-fashioned lover boys series -- (roger/john. a few things that i’m ehhh about but the overarching story is really good)

do not crumble, love is breathing still -- (ROGER/JOHN. JOHN’S ARM IS BROKEN. ROGER LENDS HIM A HAND. come onnnnn)

soaraway sun -- (roger/john. it’s short but it packs a fucking punch. genuinely one of the best fics in the entire fandom)

you keep reaching out (then i’ll keep coming back) -- (freddie/roger, clunky BUT the overarching story is cute af and i enjoy the characterisation with certain suspensions of disbelief)