#ben hardy
Queen Text Message: Brian May asking Roger about his first date with you. Roger says it is not a big deal, but he sends a half an hour audio.
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Hello, my name is Parkers, I’m a TRANS BOY and I dressed up as Rogerina Taylor !!!!
This is my first time cosplaying/cross dressing uwu I’m so happy with the result ❤❤❤
I love Queen and Bohemian Rhapsody so much ❤❤❤❤
(HE/HIM PRONOUNS, I AM NOT A GIRL)
- jjoseparkers on twitter/instagram ❤
The sims 4 added a pack literally no one asked for.
The only pack I want is a pack with proper Brian May hair or else I’m gonna make three human members of Queen and a poodle in place of Brian.
Happy 69th birthday to my disco baby
Mom: What’s your problem?
Me: *Laughing at Joe Mazzello making my day*
Friend: So if Ben and Joe get married, would Joe take Ben’s last name or would Ben take Joe’s last name?
Me: Or maybe they would do their ship name Hardzello even though Ben’s last name isn’t really Hardy?
“Do you like the hot space album?”
“Ew no.”
“Do you like Under Pressure feat. David Bowie?”
“Yeah, it’s a classic.”
“So you automatically like the hot space album at least a little bit.”
Firstphoto is the original. Second photo is edited by me.
Brian: John, what are you doing?
Deaky: Acting like the beautiful sassy fuck that I am
Gwil and Ben be like: “Quick take the picture before Joe turns around and sees us together.”
Imagine going to the same school as Rogerina Taylor. She has a reputation for being the “bad girl” and tries to influence you to do things you normally don’t do. You of course give in because you have a crush on Rogerina and want to impress her.
*gifs do not belong to me*
Imagine being one of the boys’ partners {your choice } and you all play long night games of scrabble while on tour
I don’t know who to look at: the rocking astrophysicist poodle, my disco boy, or energetic af drummer boy
*gif does not belong to me*
A/N:I hope this does your request some justice and hope you see your BF soon <3
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You blink awake. This is the third time you’ve woken up tonight. You sigh. Sitting up, you glance at the clock. It reads three in the morning, and you groan, flopping back down onto the mattress. You’ve been having the worst sleeps ever since Roger left for tour a couple months ago. It’s been hard having to sleeping in an empty bed. You’re not used to not having Roger snoring next to you. Not used to his side of the bed being cold.
Youmiss him terribly.
Fluffing your pillow and rearranging the blanket, you try to fall back asleep. But after several minutes of looking at that one brown dot on the ceiling, you huff and get out of bed. You wrap the throw blanket around your body before making your way to the kitchen. In the mood for something comforting, you grab the carton of milk from the fridge and some cocoa powder. Growing up, you would always sneak into the kitchen and make hot chocolate whenever you couldn’t go to sleep––a habit you kept throughout your years at uni as well. After mixing and heating the ingredients in a pot on the stove, you pour the drink into a mug and take a big sip. You sigh when you feel the chocolate warm your belly and head back to the room, drink still in hand.
Pulling off your sleep shirt, you rummage through Roger’s clothing drawers. Finding your favorite shirt of his––an old, ratty, way too big Rolling Stones shirt––you throw it over your head. It smells like cigarettes and cologne and something distinctly Roger,and you smile. The book you began reading a week ago sits on the desk, and so you grab it. Maybe it’ll help you fall asleep.
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Roger slowly opens the door to your shared flat, placing his bags off to the side––he’ll deal with those in the morning. After all the traveling, right now, he just wants to see his beautiful girlfriend and go to sleep. Passing through the kitchen, he sees the pot growing cold on the stove and a spattering of cocoa powder on the counter, and smiles to himself. When he reaches the threshold to your bedroom, he stops and leans against the doorframe, drinking in the scene before him. You’re in one of his shirts, sleeping on his side of the bed and hugging his pillow tightly to your chest, a book forgotten on the sheets. He can hear your soft breathing.
His heart absolutely melts at the sight, and he’s struck with a wave of pure adoration and warmth. Smiling to himself, he pads into the room while shedding his jacket and pants. Left in his briefs, he turns off the lamp, and carefully lifts up the comforter to crawl into bed with you (he now has to lie on your side, but he doesn’t mind one bit).
You roll over in your sleep, mumbling something incoherent and reaching out your arms. But you feel something solid and warm, and you shoot awake, slapping your hands wildly in front of you. His hands catch your wrists.
“Shhh, sorry, it’s just me love, just me,” he says, trying to hold in a laugh. You stop, blinking rapidly to adjust for the darkness of the room. Your eyes widen when you see Roger lying in front of you, holding your hands in his.
“Rog?” you ask, voice heavy with sleep. You’re not sure if you’re actually awake or not.
“Hi darling,” he whispers.
You throw yourself in his arms and pepper his face with kisses. He laughs, voice raspy and rough.
“I thought you were coming back on Friday!”
“Was dying to see my best girl,” he says. He looks at you still lying on his side of the bed.
“Missed me that much?” He asks, tilting his chin down to your––his––shirt and the discarded pillow, and you can hearthe smirk on his face.
“Well, you did leave your poor, poor girlfriend all alone in this ridiculously big flat for two months,” you retort. He chuckles at that.
“What a terrible boyfriend I am,” he begins, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you closer, “How can I ever make it up to you?” he whispers into your hair. Your chest warms, and your mouth pulls into a smile. You tilt your chin up, puckering your lips, and he laughs softly.
Gently grasping your jaw, he gives you a kiss, long and sweet, something that makes your toes curl.
“I love you, and I missed you so much,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to yours. You kiss him again.
“I love you too Rog.”
And you close your eyes, wrapped in Roger’s arms, legs tangled with his, listening to his heartbeat.
Best sleep you’ve gotten in months.
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