I Know We Lived It

Sometimes I think all that stuff about great musicality and tuning the drums is a cover for the fact that when they first met Brian realised Roger is the perfect height for him to lean on

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This so sounds like something I’d do

‘been enraging the folks on the lower floors’🥁

The entire time yesterday I had a little Roger Taylor in my head just saying ‘and my rock and roll 45’ over and over again

@stesichoreanpalinode THANK YOU SO MUCH

I have had so much fun reading Crystal’s Tales thanks for giving me a whole new world of Roger lore lol

as for the Monaco story…wtfaswkojhslsoswtf

save me, Roger, save me

i'm really sleepy rn

Words will never express how much I love Freddie fucking Mercury.

He was an amazing man who was a legend to the musical world and to me, along with many other people. He wasn't just amazing in the musical aspect, but as a person as well.

He was just an incredible man with incredible talents and extremely determined and strong. I wish I could tell him these things and let him know just how much I love him.

He deserves the title greatest singer/musician of all time.

I hope today his family and friends get to remember the good memories with him today and that they are doing well.

Today is a day to remember the good things about Freddie and to celebrate that beautiful man's life

Love you Freddie ♥️

Roger Taylor x fem!reader

Early 80's Roger <3

Themes // Roger the husband, fluff, quiet night in, very soft and gentle, really just the two of you being very much in love

Warnings // none, I guess mentions of pain, like bodily pain from him drumming but that’s it

P.S sorry it’s short, but I might do a part 2 if anyone wants it or reads this one

Hi! This is my first bit of fanfiction that I’ve posted on Tumblr, I really hope you like it (it is a bit short, I love writing longer stuff but can never seem to finish them) and this is also my first Roger imagine that I’ve posted, (see pinned post). So this is just a small imagine I wrote and actually finished for once (how actually how??) and it’s just some fluff, no warnings, just me imaging how life would be like with Mr Taylor ;). I’ve also been a big Queen/Roger fan for a long time now (again see pinned post). Anyway, enough about me, sit back, relax and read on… here’s to all the Roger lovers out there!!💗

The curtains were closed, but there was still a little light from the full moon peeking through. That was what you loved about living somewhere more rural: it wasn't so overwhelming, no hoards of people, no car horns, no noise, no light pollution; you could see the moon, almost as bright as your husbands eyes when he talks about something he loves.

It was the early evening, you and Roger were both at home for a change; he had recently come back from touring and you had missed him deeply. You had wanted to go with him, and he did too, but you had work and a life to attend to and you couldn't ignore that.

He often comes back from touring in a lot of pain. People don't often realise that drumming can take quite a toll on your body; he comes back with shoulder pain, back pain, wrist pain, neck pain, leg pain, any kind of pain. But you secretly loved being his private nurse, helping him feel better and taking care of him. But this was a few weeks ago and he was feeling a lot better now "thanks to you" in his words.

So you both were enjoying a quiet night at home: the lights were on a soft glow, you could hear the gentle bubble of the food you were cooking for dinner on the stove, there was a record playing on low, and there was the occasional sound of an owl hooting away in the distance. You were both on the large sofa, reading your separate books, he some kind of adult science-fiction and you a romance novel, your favourite. He was sitting with his back against the arm of the sofa and you leaning your side against the back of it. You were facing each other and your legs were entangled keeping you both in place.

He had his glasses on even though he was shy about them, he'd always had terrible eyesight, but it took him a while to wear them in front of you; something about them not being very "rock and roll." He was staring intently at his book and you couldn't help but peek up from yours from time to time to watch him. His hair was ever so slightly messy and its blond streaks going every which way. His eyes laser-focused on the words and images with his pupils large and doe-eyed. He looked so cute.

You didn't want him to catch you staring though, so your eyes reluctantly turned back to your book, though you could keep staring at him forever.

But, the same pair of blue irises you were just staring at looked up, and looked at you. He loved you so much, and he also couldn't help but look up every so often to gaze at you, to check you were real, to check you weren't just a figment of his imagination, something he had conjured up while song-writing.

Your eyes flicked up at just the right moment though, you were going to sneak another peek at your husband, only to find him staring at you instead.

You both started giggling, like when you were caught staring at your crush from across the classroom. You found it funny how all this time, you had both been sneaking looks at each other, when the other wasn't looking.

"Caught you." he said.

"Oh really? Cause I think you'll find that it was I that caught you, Mr Taylor."

"Oh no that's not possible Mrs Taylor you see, because I am a much better peeker than you." he challenged.

"Oh really how so?" you asked.

"Because I have been looking at you for the last twelve minutes and you haven't noticed."

"Creep." you smirked.

He just smiled in return, lovingly gazing at you, still in disbelief that you were his.

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JESUS

you can see why this bitch was in the choir

track 18 from the multi-track master

(for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!) 

this also reminds me of the fun fact that on the Queen 1 (the original) album credits John’s name was listed as ‘Deacon John’ to make him sound “less boring” and that Roger’s full name was given to again make it sound more interesting

and you can see both of those here

gotta love the early Queen production methods

Queen promo from Billboard Magazine (October 20, 1973)

FREDDIE 1946-1991

we miss you