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#who's that girl on the drums? ( visage )

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Roger had decided to remain standing in the meantime, watching as the woman took her seat, continuing their conversation without missing a beat. His dreamlike gaze was fixated on her glowing visage while he subtly swayed as a result of the alcohol already flowing through his bloodstream. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his response as calm and collected as before, “You’re better without them, love. Now, let’s forget about them. Leave the past behind and move on, yeah?” he set the empty glass aside before leaning his shoulder against the wall, narrow arms slipping one over the other while his foot shook semi-restlessly. 

When their exchange had shifted to the inevitable, and naturally the main reason they were exactly where they were, the drummer’s raised question received a response he wasn’t exactly expecting but did not bother him in the slightest. “Oh, so that’s it, then?” he responded, his dark brows lifting into his blonde fringe although he didn’t appear very surprised at the command, instead giving the thought a shrug before bringing his hands to casually undo each button on his shirt, working his way down until the shirt had completely draped open, exposing his pale chest. “Just curious, wouldn’t you want me to keep my dignity with my pants?” he hissed sweetly through his teeth, tilting his head endearingly to the side, golden locks of hair draping over the nearest shoulder. He knew that playing hard to get might bring out more of her inner desire to be in control and though he was more of a dominant personality, he enjoyed a strong woman and was more than happy to oblige with whatever she so desired. 

Without saying any more, he unbuttoned his denim jeans and carefully pulled them down his slim legs, removing each pant cuff until they were discarded alongside the jacket and eventually the shirt would follow suit, his hands settling confidently on his hips with a daring stare. “Alright, now what?”

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Roger’s vision may not have been the greatest, especially when he was constantly instructed to wear glasses and the drummer adamantly refused because it would affect his appearance, he could tell that she seemed rather surprised to his taste in decorating his apartment but decided to simply mention it later, keeping quiet as he nodded in response to her order and busied himself in fixing her a drink. With his back turned to her, he focused on the craft of a perfect drink, measuring through a shot glass and adding ice delicately to give her a good beginning to her night and for himself would carelessly throw in some ice and a substantial amount of whiskey for he was not keen on losing his buzz any time soon. 

Her remark was what caught his attention, his brows lifting over heavily lidded eyes that never strayed too far from her features while he handed her the beverage she had requested, clinking the glass with his own. “Cheers,” he stated before downing half of the glass as though he were taking a shot at a university backyard party, then continued with a satisfied sigh. “Yeah? It’s not extravagant like Fred’s but that’s how I like it. Plan to get a house some day, just not until I get someone to share it with.” he ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the burning flavour of whiskey residue with the eased buzz resettling into his system. “You live in London? I wasn’t really expecting that given your accent. Sort of expecting you to be back in the states but maybe that just makes things more exciting.” he said the latter words in jest then took another sip from his glass. “So, lovey, besides what you told me before, is there anything else you’d like me to do for you? I really don’t mind if you want to be in charge. It’s a bit of a turn on of mine.” the mischievous grin returned, as strong as ever as he leered over her pensive expression. 

The   journalist   had   noticed   out   of   the   corner   of   her   eye   the   way   he   had   made   the   drinks   in   two   different   fashions   which   she   found   to   be   a   bit   humorous   to   her   .   Grasping   onto   the   glass   and   after   the   clink   and   a   sip   she   just   held   the   glass   and   went   to   go   and   sit   down   on   the   couch   .   Crossing   one   leg   over   the   other   .   A   chuckle   at   his   mention   of   her   accent   .   “   Ah   ,   so   you’ve   noticed   .   “   Her   words   were   more   jovial   and   obvious   .   “   I   didn’t   grow   up   in   London   .   My   father   was   in   a   band   before   I   was   born   and   my   mother   was   a   model   and   they   hooked   up   and   had   me   .   She   lives   in   Los   Angeles   and   well   ,   he   lives   here   but   he   would   fly   over   for   important   events   when   I   was   growing   up   so   I   could   have   a   halfway   decent   childhood   .   Though   I   never   told   my   father   ,   my   mother   would   leave   me   alone   most   of   the   time   so   I   had   to   fend   for   myself   .   I   wouldn’t   start   coming   to   London   until   I   was   around   ten   and   back   and   forth   I   went   .   “   Basically   laying   out   a   piece   of   her   life   ,   taking   another   sip   of   the   drink   and   then   setting   it   down   .   “   It’s   boring   ,   but   I   am   American   I   was   born   there   and   grew   up   there   .   “   It   was   more   or   less   complicated   .   Though   few   she   knew   got   the   full   story   .   Her   dark   eyes   panned   over   to   him   for   a   few   more   minutes   .   “   Oh   ?   Well   ,   now   that’s   a   surprise   I   must   say   …   “   Speaking   of   his   last   statement   made   to   her   .   Mills   could   honestly   say   she’d   never   been   put   in   this   position   before   ,   but   it   had   always   struck   her   curiosity   as   to   how   to   really   go   about   being   one   that   demanded   things   .   “   I   can   honestly   say   ,   I’ve   never   been   in   charge   before   …   “   Admitting   to   him   but   then   a   smirk   crawled   across   her   lips   as   she   looked   him   dead   in   the   eyes   .   “   So   ,   this   is   going   to   be   a   bit   of   fun   then   I   guess   .   “   A   nonchalant   tone   to   her   voice   .   Taking   another   sip   of   the   drink   .   “   You   should   go   ahead   and   take   off   your   clothes   then   .   “  

#//I should be apologising to YOU #//I've been so busy man #musicflavored

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They really love us.

Bohemian Rhapsody (2018)

#you've yet to have your finest hour ( queen era )

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https://www.instagram.com/p/BiA8QtNgIKj/

#is this the real life? is this just fantasy? ( aesthetic )

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PSA

No means no. 

If a muse isn’t interested in yours, if they turn yours down. Don’t push. Stop forcing sexual interactions if it’s clearly obvious the other parties aren’t interested. 

It’s not cool. At all. Characters aren’t here only for sex. They aren’t just pieces of meat to drool over and claim. 

NO. MEANS. NO. 

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I’m back!! I have some time for writing so I’ll get what I can done today and over the next few days!

#outside looking in ( ooc )

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John & Roger, 1979.

#you're my best friend ( accomplices ) #who's that girl on the drums? ( visage )

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            FEMALE MUSES ARE VALID TOO.           just a little psa to let all of you know that          if you don’t even bother replying to a female muse’s starter       or are only interested in writing with         male muses           then you honestly need to check yourself.          for muns with a multi - muse who’s female muses get ignored       ,     it’s discouraging.         female muses deserve good and awesome plots just like male muses.       female muses deserve emotional plots like male muses do.          female muses aren’t just here to fill up a void.         female muses are valid too          and it’s time for people to realise and respect that.

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Character Flaws Meme

bold flaws your character has / italicise ones they used to have, or have partially. feel free to add more.

absent-minded / abusive / addicted / aimless / alcoholic / aloof / anxious / arrogant / audacious / has bad habits / bad tempered / bigmouthed / bigoted / blunt / bold / callous / childish / clumsy / cruel / cursed / dependent / dishonest / disloyal / disturbed / dubious / egotistical / envious / erratic / fanatical / fickle / fierce / finicky / flirty / gluttonous / gruff / gullible / hedonistic / humourless / hypocritical / idiotic / idealistic / ignorant / illiterate / immature / impatient / impious / impish / incompetent / indecisive / indifferent / infamous / intolerant / jealous / judgemental / lazy / lewd / liar / lustful / manipulative / masochistic / meddlesome / meek / megalomaniac / messy / naïve / nervous / nosey / obsessive / oppressive / overambitious / overemotional / overprotective / overzealous / paranoid / peevish / perfectionist / pessimistic / phobic / proud / rage / rebellious / reckless / remorseless / rigorous / sadistic / sadomasochist / sarcastic / skeptic / seducer / selfish / self-martyr / self-righteous / senile / shallow / smart ass / solemn / spineless / spiteful / spoiled / squeamish / stubborn / superstitious / tactless / temperamental / theatrical / timid / tongue-tied / troublemaker / unlucky / unpredictable / untrustworthy / vain / vengeful / violent / weak-willed / withdrawn

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tagging: @belladoniic

#outside looking in ( ooc )

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#you're my best friend ( accomplices ) #who's that girl on the drums? ( visage )

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The Band

#you've yet to have your finest hour ( queen era )

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With Madeline at his side, the blonde musician’s gaze shifted toward her form in his periphery while his face continued to face the building’s rather dreary facade--no, dreary wasn’t the right word to describe what he was looking at--depressing  was more like it. It appeared the way more Londoners tended to see the buildings their so-called “fabulous” town: gritty, faded, and lacking a significant amount of attention yet still functional for some strange reason known to only a slight few. Even the promotional posters for the more recent releases appeared aged and faded from the constant downpour of the sun’s rays against the windows. If Roger was being completely honest, he didn’t really want to go into the building based on appearances alone but who was he to judge? Perhaps it was the shoddy way he came to conscious that morning that was leaving him in a more judgemental state of mind, but that pondering would get him nowhere and he wasn’t about to disregard Madeline’s word. 

The woman seemed to know quite a lot when it came to music and virtually anything in that general realm of knowledge. She was an “it” girl but not in the vapid sense by any means. The girl could be a great rock writer or more if she pushed herself in that direction but god only knew what her goals were for the future. The only thing the drummer could do was follow her into the dingy building and take her word that it was all worth it; he did have a profound amount of respect for a woman in her shoes, after all. 

From the moment he followed her into the store, he suddenly felt extremely self-aware based on the strong feeling of numerous eyes settled on his seraphic appearance adorned with the latest fashion trends. It was something he believed to have gotten used to until he was put into a setting where the eyes were few but just enough to still detract from his original purpose in being there. His lips thinned as he compressed them together before making the decision to approach the man that appeared to embody one of the many stereotypes the English had of Americans, finding it only appropriate to shake his hand. “Charming place you’ve got.” he piped up, feeling rather self-aware that his own voice was significantly higher than the scraggly character he was looking up to, not entirely sure how to move forward from that particular point, eventually making the decision to inform Madeline that he’ll be browsing at the newest releases to keep on top of the ever-changing styles of popular music.

@greyhoundgxrl liked for a starter.

“Honestly, it’s just the name of the band. It doesn’t mean anything more than just a title thought up by a group of four English blokes with nothing better to do.”

The drummer explained to a music journalist, exasperated as it seemed every person thought the name was due to the musicians’ flambuoyant appearances and henceforth their sexuality. They weren’t particularly keen on dealing with the strangest questions that every band seemed to have dealt with while on the rise. But, press was press and they had to be on their very best behaviour despite the repetitive interrogations.

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Been occupied with other things, sorry for being away! Mutuals, if you want to plot, just know I don’t bite! I’m only an extreme introvert so I do apologise

#outside looking in ( ooc )

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Happy birthday Roger dearie

“You’re a dear for not forgetting!”

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Happy 71st Birthday, Roger Taylor! ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ, ᴀᴅᴠᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇɴᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ғᴜɴsᴛᴇʀ.

b. 26 July 1949

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No hate no fight,

Just excitation.

All through the night,

It’s a celebration.

#who's that girl on the drums? ( visage )

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Oh give me a good guitar And you can say that my hair’s a disgrace Or just find me an open car I’ll make the speed of light outta this place

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