Losing my mind over the gospel of Luke being like “they wrapped his body in linen cloth and laid him in a tomb” after the beginning of the story being “they wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger” like
Doctor Who fans who are able to make it out to Immersive Everywhere’s West End production Doctor Who: Time Fracture during its run (until April 2022) are going to have yet another familiar face waiting for them when they do. That’s right, as you can tell from the headline, Alex Kingston is returning to the live-action version of River Song for a special pre-recorded cameo.
Kingston joins David Bradley, Tom Baker, Peter Davison, Colin Baker, Sylvester McCoy, Jo Martin, and current Doctor Jodie Whittaker when it comes to pre-recorded cameos - with voice actors taking on the Ninth, Tenth, Eleventh, and Twelfth Doctors; Michael Troughton provides the voice-over for Patrick Troughton’s Second Doctor. To mark the occasion, the fine folks at Time Fracture released new preview images as well as a teaser video marking River Song’s return.
Part 1 is out ! I thought I wouldn’t be able to post this week end pfew ! It’s 11PM here ahah… We’re still sunday !
I truly hope you’ll enjoy this new AU starting today ! I know it’s still an AU because it’s not set in DBH’s universe but I missed to see Hank as a Lieutenant, and Connor as an android !
Another bust commission I did, this time for @memaidraws who is the loveliest bean ever~ Ngl I really like how Lucio came out, been a while since i drew the narcissistic husband ( •̀ᴗ•́ )و ̑̑
LOOK AT MY BABIES LOOK AT THEM LOOK AT THE BOYS I’M SO HAPPY OH MY GOD MAFFI IS SUCH A JOY TO WORK WITH LOOK AT THEM THEY”RE SO SMUG AND IN LOVE i”M LEGITIMATELY CRYING I HAVE NOT STOPPED STARING AT THIS PIECE I’M SO IN LOVE MAFFI MY DARLING I LOVE YOU???
People. PEOPLE. Hello. Who’s ready for some more Queen fanfiction?? I’M ready for some more Queen fanfiction. So last chapter was a BIG cliffhanger for these two crazy kids- let’s see how it pays off here! Thank you so much again for sticking with me through this process- who would have thought I’d still be chipping away at this after TWO YEARS??
TRIGGERS: Roger Is An Extra Hoe Part 2: Electric Boogaloo
December 1974
Life wasn’t supposed to feel this normal. If you’d heard one story about how hard it was for people to return to their everyday lives after coming home from touring, you’d heard all of them. And while the first week at home felt strange and lonely (no stumbling out of the hotel at 5:00 AM to hop on the bus to the next city, no fast food, no late-night parties), you’d found yourself finally settling back into civilian life.
Sadie had been there for you throughout the whole readjustment, being the life of the party whenever you wanted to go out and being delightfully domestic whenever you wanted to stay in. That first week, she’d listened as you told her everything that had gone down on tour with Brian, and didn’t try to give advice or make a ruling on who was right or who was wrong. And as time went on, you found yourself getting back to your old self- school started up again, so you were busy with classes and work (and more things to occupy your time meant less time you had to spend thinking about Brian).
However, by the time October rolled around, something happened.
That something was a song called “Killer Queen”.
Queen had finally been launched into superstardom, as they were always meant to be, and “Killer Queen” was the song that did it. You heard it EVERYWHERE- in the bus getting to class, in the record store where you worked on the weekends, and on the radio in every single restaurant, apartment and store you visited (at least it seemed that way).
Such a Freddie song, you had thought to yourself the first time you heard it. But by the four THOUSANDTH listen, all you could think was, If they don’t stop playing this goddamn song, I’ll lose my mind. It wasn’t a Brian thing… at least, you didn’t think it was. You’d made the mistake of falling in love with a rock star before, but you were always able to snap out of it eventually. Why should this be any different?
You figured out the reason for that about a week after your final exams. You arrived back home from a post-final hot chocolate at your favorite café (“Killer Queen” had been played twice in the forty-five minutes that you’d spent there) to find a package inside the front door. Neither you nor Sadie had been expecting anything, so you were a bit puzzled, especially when you saw that it was addressed to you. Seeing that Sadie hadn’t come home yet, you took the package into your room, tossing your bag on your bed carelessly. Grabbing a pair of scissors from your desk, you dragged the blades along the edge of the cardboard and tore the package open…
The cardboard fell away to reveal an album. Not just any album, though. The black background, the sheen of sweat on the familiar faces you saw on the cover, the red block letters: it was Sheer Heart Attack. You gazed at the album, letting your fingers glide across Brian’s image just for a moment (Christ, he looked good). It was new, crisp, unplayed… and completely your own.
You were so taken by the album that you almost didn’t notice the note that fell out of the record when you opened it. Laying the record gently on your bed (you’d play it in a second), you picked up the note, unfolded it, and felt yourself smile at the instantly recognizable handwriting.
Lily-
If I know you at all, you probably have the new album already, but I wanted you to have a copy from us. We all miss you out here (Brian especially). I hope you’re settling back into Y/C alright, darling- must be an improvement over the five thousand Holiday Inns we stayed in.
I’m writing this from London, but we are heading to America again soon to tour this album. It took a long time to record, so we’re all fucking exhausted, but Trident have been brutal about us making them money (wankers). Anyway, we would all love to see you again. I’d buy you and Sadie tickets for our Y/C show myself but I’m living like a pauper at the moment.
I hope you like the new record, and I hope all’s well with you. I don’t know what happened between you and Brian, but I still like you, and that’s something anyway. Get in touch with me or John Reid about the Y/C show.
All my love, Roger
P.S. Brian will murder me for saying it, but you two need a helping hand. Side Two Track Four is to you, from him. You’re welcome. RT.
A soft laugh escaped you. Roger always talked about how he wasn’t a letter writer, so the fact that he’d taken the time to write a note warmed your heart. You wondered how he was getting along now that they had this newfound fame… you wondered how ALL of them were dealing with the newfound fame…
Shaking your head like you were a dog trying to shake the rain off of you, you walked over to the turntable and slowly pulled the album out of the thin paper sleeve. You always savored that last moment before the record started to play, that anticipation of what music was about to pour out of your speakers. Very carefully, you laid the record down on the turntable, and placed the needle in the first groove.
From the moment you heard the carnival sounds on the opening track, you were swept away. You knew Queen was a great band. They’d always been great. But they had never been this great. Every song flowed seamlessly into the next, creating a whole piece of art, the kind of which you’d only heard from the true greats.
But your ride of bliss didn’t last forever. It was about midway through the record when you heard the familiar riff, that riff Brian had played you backstage months ago. You sat on the edge of your bed, letting yourself fall into the groove of the song and trying to ignore the pang in your chest when you thought of that night, when something in the lyrics made you pause.
You didn’t just hear, “Down in the dungeon, just Peaches and me…” did you? Maybe you had… but the next couple of refrains gave you, “just Hoople and me,” and, “just you and me,” so who were you to say? Maybe it was wishful thinking on your part, the idea that Brian would have put you in a song. Still…
The thought slowly left your mind, and you tried to focus on the rest of the album. You found yourself loving each song more than the next (being especially impressed at Roger’s introduction to “In the Lap of the Gods”- Queen really didn’t need synthesizers when they had a Roger Taylor).
There was a pause after “Bring Back That Leroy Brown”. Casting a side glance at the album, you only vaguely registered the title and placement of the next track before it began.
The guitars began to strum, and Roger locked into a steady groove on the drums. And then…
“I love/ She makes me,” Brian’s voice crackled out of the speakers. You let out a soft gasp- you knew how beautiful Brian’s voice was, but you had never heard him sound so… raw before.
The song played on. You found yourself entranced by the relatively simple instrumentation, unable to really focus on anything but the words:
“Who knows who she’ll make me me/ As I lie in her cocoon/ And the world will surely heal my ills.” God, Brian had never been this poetic before. The imagery he was creating, the emotions he evoked. It reminded you of “White Queen”, but it went further than that. It was unlike anything you’d heard from him before.
Then it hit you. Like a truckload of bricks.
You scrambled for the record sleeve and looked at the name of the song again. “Stormtrooper in Stilettos” was in the parentheses. You looked at where it was placed on the record… and your heart began to crack.
“Side Two Track Four is to you, from him.”
“I know the day I leave her/ I’ll love her still.”
