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i wrote a little fic

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Darling, your writing is GORGEOUS!!! I love love LOVE it. It's a fantastic glimpse into that post-breakup quagmire. I especially liked the physicality of it (the detail with the ice, the burn of the vodka), it really made it immersive. 😍

Wow I don't remember what I said. Sad, gay, sweet

This might have been sent four (4) years ago, I'm not quite sure. I took a break from writing for Queen for a while, but I'm back and hotter than ever. This is sad and it's gay, but I think I missed the mark on sweet. I think I missed the mark pretty wide lol. Bittersweet, maybe. Definitely.

CW for alcohol use and some post-breakup self-flagellation

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It just doesn’t seem fair, Freddie thinks, staring into his glass. The ice is melting, watering down his drink. Also unfair, although he supposes it’s no one’s fault but his own for not drinking it faster.

The volume inside the bar is almost loud enough to keep his thoughts from spiraling, but his penchant for self-pity is nothing if not determined. Maybe it is a bit pathetic to have sequestered himself in a corner of the bar, but it isn’t for lack of trying on Freddie’s part. Roger is out on his Monthly Date Weekend with Dominique, Phoebe has to work, and Peter is god knows where doing god knows what. Fuck Paul.

If he hadn’t broken up with David, he wouldn’t be sitting alone drowning himself in vodka tonics. But then again… if he hadn’t broken up with David, he wouldn’t be sitting alone drowning himself in vodka tonics.

What a genuine nightmare that had been. He’s embarrassed about how that went down, how the semi-public Crash And Burn of it all surely reflects poorly on his inability to maintain any sort of romantic relationship. Everyone who knew about them saw that coming—they said as much to his face. It’s not as reassuring as they might think it is, being told that your relationship is clearly headed for the end and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it. In reality, the sheer fact that you are involved has almost certainly sealed its fate.

Freddie brings his glass back up to his mouth, catching an ice chip on this sip of a drink that doesn’t even taste particularly good anymore but that he can’t bring himself to waste. He bites down, focusing hard on the sharp sting of cold against his teeth. It doesn’t feel nice, the deep ache down through his jaw, but at least it feels like something other than sadness.

Fuck it, what is he even sad for? David was a bit of a prick. More than a bit. He had a monstrous personality and even all of Freddie’s sparkling redeemable qualities couldn’t counteract that. He’s better off without David. Plenty of people have told him that too. He doesn’t know if he actually believes it quite yet. How can it be possible that the more favorable outcome is to exist alone rather than be with someone even if they only sort of give a shit about you?

Even watered down, the vodka burns his throat as he swallows and his eyes water. It’s a shitty bottom shelf vodka serving its purpose for the evening. The bartender must not have added enough tonic water.

He’s being uncharitable… David wasn’t all that bad. Not all the time. Freddie wouldn’t have dated him to begin with if he’d been a complete shitbag.

Despite what others may say, he does have some standards and they aren’t that low.

Sometimes, though (like right now), Freddie thinks that the bar was on the ground and David had gotten out a shovel.

At least he was willing to put in the effort to dig. Not everyone is so loyal.

#fic

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I want to put this picture in a heart shaped locket

#adorable

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I'm still thinking about this. Brian didn't even say anything a decade ago when Mary was an asshole (surprise, surprise) and accused the band of "abandoning" her and not appreciating Freddie enough, so it speaks to how incredibly upset he must be by Freddie's things disappearing forever into the hands of rich strangers for him to have even posted about the auction.

"I can't look."

God :(

#commentary #yeahhhh

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FREDDIE MERCURY! ★ 5 SEPTEMBER 1946

FREDDIE + WORDS USED TO DESCRIBE HIM

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Brian addressing Mary auctioning off all of Freddie's things:

...So, yeah. It's been pretty clear the whole time that the band was not consulted about this at all or offered any of Freddie's lyrics, instruments, or costumes that they may have wanted, and this confirms it. Brian can't even look. It's too painful.

And I'm sure the usual band of assholes who defend everything Mary does because they're so deeply invested in pretending she's an angel who was the luv of his life uwu--because they can't cope with Freddie having been a gay man--will vomit out more excuses for her hurting Freddie's close loved ones yet again.

Remember: Brian has Freddie mugs, figures, T-shirts, his touring piano, and he even wanted the WWRY statue before Roger took it (and of course, Roger has the statue and other Freddie things). They'd never sell those things, because they care about Freddie more than money.

#this is so sad

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Happy Birthday Freddie Mercury // September 5, 1946.

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Happy 77th Birthday, Freddie Mercury!

5th September 1946

#happy birthday bby

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#Repost @/_letusclingtogether_ on Instagram:

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Manchester, 1979. 📸 Kevin Cummins.

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Has anyone rounded up new photos of Freddie and Jim from the Sotheby's thing?

#I am ~out of the loop~ but always curious #I just a few on Pinterest and was like OMG

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Garden Lodge, 1986. Freddie with Jim Hutton, Peter Straker and other friends for a Japanese themed evening.

Thanks to @/freddie_mercury_641 .

#the husbands

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https://www.instagram.com/p/CvhwPwZvuVC/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Okay sorry to bother you, but the way Jim is looking at Freddie 🥹

Aww, another one I haven’t seen

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Freddie Mercury Interview in 1977

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𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙂𝙤 𝙊𝙣

like reblog if you use

#oh well isn’t that heartwrenching #the show must go on

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Brian talking about “The Prophet’s Song”:

I wish this song wasn’t eclipsed, too. It should have been the B-side to “Bohemian Rhapsody” 🤷‍♀️ It fits more with that song thematically, is the antithesis of it like Brian said, is great on its own merits, and is better than the car song.