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Khaotung and First always had the spirit in them.
The Eclipse was just the practice run.
#the kids are alright#the eclipse#only friends#khaotung and first really started this race running#and here they are winning#moonlight chicken was their breather#I hope they get a break after this#they need to stay hydrated and rest
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Top 5 bl first kisses of 2023 AND top 5 bl makeouts ✨✨✨
Hi Mira! Ok so Top 5 first kisses and top 5 makeouts, not love scenes but 2nd base. Got it.
Top 5 First Kisses for 2023
PalmNueng's first kiss in Never Let Me Go. This series carried over into 2023 so it counts! Palm volunteering to kiss Ben's flavor out of Nueng's mouth after Ben threw Nueng under the bus was grand. I just enjoyed it. I enjoyed all of PalmNueng's kiss, but the reason behind the first one was astounding.
TinnGun's first kiss in My School President. With all the build up surrounding that kiss I expected NOTHING but perfection and GemFourth DELIVERED! It was amazing. It was perfect. Tinn had been waiting for that kiss for forever and I'm sure his lil sockies were knocked off because mine were.
JimWen's first kiss in Moonlight Chicken. Another LONG AWAITED first kiss! Because they did not kiss each other until the last ep even tho they FUCKED each other in the first ep. 8 LONG ASS EPS and boy was it worth it. Their first kiss was equal parts sweet and horny and honestly AND NO ONE WAITED FOR THAT KISS LONGER THAN WEN DID! EarthMix's kissing skills have gone up in value since ATOTS.
TewGuy's first kiss in My Dear Gangster Oppa. We love an emotionally-charged-confession-preceded first kiss. ALSO IT WAS VERY IMPORTANT TO ME THAT GUY KISSED TEW! MeenPing are good at kisses in general but their first kiss was so GOOD.
YaiJom's first kiss in I Feel You Linger in the Air. It was perfect. It felt like a romcom kiss. So magical, so sweet and the buildup before it was nice and steady and tense.
Top 5 Makeout Scenes of 2023
JengPat's "I own this place" Makeout in Step By Step. SCREAMING about Jeng whispering "It's ok, I own this place," in Pat's ear when Pat protested to doing anything in that restaurant's kitchen. And when he lifted Pat onto the counter?? KNOCKED DOWN ALL THE INGREDIENTS? THE PAPER TOWELS TOO??? WHEW!
Chen Yi and Ai Di's makeout that was rudely interrupted by Fan Ze Rui getting STABBED in Kiseki: Dear to Me. Chen Yi had finally got his lil gangster boo and they was GETTING TO IT! Chen Yi flipped Ai Di over onto his back with EASE and the kissing was fucking KISSING. AND THEN BAM! BAD NEWS!
Nail and Him's very first makeout scene in For Him. The blue lighting????? Him stopping to make sure Nail was still ok with everything??? The undressing of all the jewelry?????????
YaiJom making out in the tub in I Feel You Linger in the Air. IFYLITA had some of THEE best tub scenes out there. They ruled intimacy for the year.
TewGuy's reconciliation makeout scene that was RUDELY interrupted by Boss in My Dear Gangster Oppa. Guy's hands on Tew's neck??? The way that makeout scene mirrored their first one? Guy having to take a breather???? No it was so damn good.
ASK ME MY TOP 5 BL ANYTHING FOR 2023!
#gmm at with their first kisses this year#never let me go#my school president#moonlight chicken#i feel you linger in the air#my dear gangster oppa#for him#for him the series#kiseki: dear to me
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MOONLIGHT CHICKEN – THE OPENER
I haven’t watched Episode 1 all the way through yet, but OMG the opening scene! 😍
Right after the newsclip intro, we are led into a tightly-choreographed ensemble-driven, slice-of-life scene that straightaway conveys what a moment in Jim’s late night chicken rice restaurant is like.
The scene is a whopping two minutes long UNCUT, the dialogue is snappy, the actors dart in and out for their bits, and the camera pans, stops and pulls away to wherever the action is. It’s pacy, a little breathless and doesn’t just show us what it wants to tell us, it wraps us up in the hectic vibrancy of a night in Jim’s place of work and makes us feel like we’re there too.
And the music – oh the MUSIC! It thrums and swells, keeping time with the action, building to a climax when we see Jim step out into the street for a breather, with a makeshift altar and offerings in the foreground, whereupon it’s quelled briefly and we share in Jim’s quiet moment of peace.
The colors are rich and oaky, and the look and feel is cinematic. It’s become a bit of a cliché to say a locale is as much of a character in a show as the actors are (e.g., Sex and the City, Call Me by Your Name, I Told Sunset About You) but when it’s true it’s true, and it’s true here.
The overall evokes – I don’t know, a sense of longing and nostalgia? For this wonderful place humming with warmth, life and love.
A thing of beauty, just this opening scene; so beautiful it catches in your throat and aches in your heart. 💖
Director Aof is starting off strong and GMMTV is amping up the quality on this one! 😍
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Tag People You Want To Get To Know Better
I was tagged by @leonpob & @boun-prem ~! Thank you precious pumpkins. I haven't had much time to respond as of late so happy to have the chance now! 😊
🚢Three ships: Oh gosh... But I have so many more... How rude to have to pick 3. 😂
If we're strictly talking characters though and only via BLs... I absolutely adore AkkAyan (The Eclipse) / PuenTalay (Vice Versa) / JaeyoungSangwoo (Semantic Error).
If we're talking actor pairings, then I love FirstKhao / GeminiFourth / ForceBook.
🚢First ever ship: I mean, again, if we're talking BLs specifically it'll be Kongpob and Arthit. The classic, of course. Pfft. But if we expand to any dramas it would be Ahjung and Kijoon from Lie to Me.
🎧Last song: Well, I've been listening to Spotify while filling this out so there's that. Pfft. But it's currently on 'Crazy About You' by Up10tion. Just before that, when I started the Tag Game, I had 'Burning Up' by Monsta X and 'Destiny' by Kingdom play.
🍿Last movie: Watched M3GAN with some friends on Discord. It was a hoot. Pfft.
📖Currently reading: Recently started the book 'Several People Are Typing' and it has been interesting. Not a *huge* fan of the chatroom genre of books but sometimes I just like a short / interesting read. Unsure if I'd recommend yet since I just started but if you like that genre maybe give it a look.
👀Currently watching: HIStory 5 Love in the Future / Moonlight Chicken / My School President / The Warp Effect & Love Scenery. Also watching Boys Planet and actively voting. 😊
👄Currently consuming: Nothing really. I mean... fizzy water? Some umm blackberry flavoured Bubly. 😅
Currently craving: Honestly if we aren't referring to food though, then just a breather. It has been a rough week. Pfft. Just need some fluffy dramas and a hug at this point. 😅
Tagging: @v-ji-min @musicalgrl @maklineluv
I have a few others I'd love to tag as well but also don't want to be a bother... So if you happen to be a mutual and are interested in taking part, I would LOOOOOOVE to see you do this as well. Doesn't have to be BL centric either if you'd like to just do dramas or so when it comes to ships etc!
#Pants Rants#Tag Game#Ask Game#We love a fun little game#Thank you cutie patoots for tagging me#I loved seeing your answers as well#Absolutely adorable#😊
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Riverbound, Chapter 14
You are THE GUARDIAN, and you have been crawling around in destroyed hives for hours. There’s only so much you can do, but you have to do something to help these trolls or you’re going to spontaneously combust and die. So far, you’ve pulled out ten teenagers and three younger kids, all alive and mostly uninjured, as well as their lusii. It’s a good start, but it’s not nearly enough for you to want to take a break just yet. Of course you’re exhausted, but you can’t bring yourself to stop, because if you do you’re going to have to look at the utter devastation that’s happened to this neighborhood, to these people.
You’re so fucking angry. It eats you alive from the inside and burns at your skin like acid. The feeling hurts, because you’re not an angry person, you’re just not.
And where the frick is Marsti’s hive?
From your vantage point on top of some poor kid’s destroyed home, you can see everything for like, half a mile, but you can’t point out any distinguishing features in the landscape. Her place was by a hill, right? Yeah, you had to climb up a hill to get to the siren…
“God, this sucks,” you mutter to nobody in particular, not even to God, because you’re not religious and you’re the only person around for what feels like lightyears.
It takes a good ten minutes to climb down from the wreckage, and another thirty to decide on a random direction and leave that part of Outglut behind. You investigate a few more hives along the way, but you don’t find anybody else. Whether that’s good or bad isn’t clear.
Just as you decide to just try and zap over to Marsti’s place you trip over something and eat shit on the pavement.
“Watch it!” a low voice hisses, only to inhale sharply once you push yourself to your knees and turn around.
Folkyl’s blind gaze stares directly into your own, even though you know she can’t see you. Her lips are parted and she’s drawing in air through her teeth to smell, like cats do, except cats don’t usually tell you to watch yourself when you trip on them.
“Sorry, dude. Long time no sniff,” you joke.
“What the… is that you, normie?” she demands, disbelief lacing her words. “Am I fucking… no way! We thought your alien ass got culled!”
“I lived, bitch,” you laugh, reaching over to pat her shoulder. “Got kidnapped, went on some adventures, found my way back here. How have you been?”
“It’s been shit,” she tells you bluntly, but there’s no frustration behind it. She’s been alive too long to care, you suppose. It’s something you’ve always respected her for. Sure, she calls you a “normie” and makes fun of the way you smell (seriously, though, what is up with trolls and commenting on your scent?) but you know it��s all in good fun.
You look around at the ruined neighborhood. “Yeah. Why the hell are you even here?”
“Kuprum wanted to come and loot off dead people. My matesprit wants to meet up so she can fuss over me and give me food.”
“Oh, I didn’t know you have a matesprit,” you say, plopping your rear end on the sidewalk. Might as well take a breather while you’re already down. You also decide to ignore the fact Kuprum likes to steal from the dead, even though you know it’s not your place to judge.
“Marsti. You know her,” Folkyl scoffs.
Relief surges through you like a tidal wave. “She’s alive?”
The goldblood hacks out a laugh and slaps her knee. “Are you kidding? It’d take a lot more than some regular-ass drone raid to kill that woman. And her lusus.”
“Good.” Whew, you feel a lot better now.
“Sap. Don’t go making any moves on my girl, or you’re done for.”
“Hey, I might be a slut by trolls standards but I’m no hivewrecker,” you snort. Marsti’s gorgeous, the whole of Thrashthrust probably knows that, but she isn’t your type.
A shout echoes from up the street, and you both turn to see the girl in question, Catmom, and Kuprum making their way over to you. Catmom is wearing a kitty harness with a little backpack on it, which is so frickin’ cute you think you might cry.
Kuprum stops dead in his tracks when you make eye contact with him, stares, and then a huge grin splits his face as he runs the rest of the way over to punch you in the shoulder.
“Ow! Fucker!” You kick him in the butt, but you’re just as glad to see his greasy self alive and well. There’s a new scar across his left cheek and he’s a little taller than when you last saw him, but it’s good to know he’s the same old asshole.
“Fucking incredible. Everybody thinks you’re dead for half a sweep and then you show up to sit around in the dirt with my moirail? Strange flex, but alright.” Kuprum pulls some candy bars out of his backpack and tosses you one, which you gratefully accept.
Marsti huffs as she sits down next to Folkyl. “That’s nothing. When I first saw them again they had climbed the siren pole behind my hive to prematurely set it off.”
“Why?”
“Give everybody a head start in getting somewhere safe.”
Kuprum looks impressed. “That’s illegal. Hell yeah.”
“Thanks!” You give him a thumbs-up as you munch on your candy bar.
You would have liked nothing more than to sit around and catch up with your friends, but before you can ask everybody what they’ve been up to Marsti stiffens with a growl, pointed ears swiveling forward to catch some noise you can’t pick up. Folkyl and Kuprum scuttle back into the shelter of the nearest burnt-down hive.
Fate comes to kick you in the ass as a familiar figure swoops down from the sky on a hoverboard. It’s Mallek, and he does not look like a happy camper.
“Dude! What’s up?” you yell.
“We’ve got a problem, that’s what’s up!”
You jump to your feet and rush over to him, ignoring Marsti’s hiss of concern. Mallek lands in the middle of the street, running a hand through his hair and glancing around as if worrying about being followed. He looks like he hasn’t slept at all, which worries you tremendously, because if you know anything at all about Mallek Adalov it’s that he loves to sleep.
By the time you reach him he’s already going off. “I thought I’d give it some time, because I didn’t want to give any nearby drones something to track-- texting him, I mean, and he’s already probably on a cull list somewhere, I just… I dunno! But it’s been all night, and I--”
“Mallek. My man. Take a deep breath,” you instruct. What the hell could possibly be so bad that Mallek is panicking? Mallek never panics.
Mallek obeys and takes a deep breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before letting it go. “Diemen was in this neighborhood when it got bombed.”
Every drop of blood in your body turns to ice. Oh.
“He texted me afterwards saying that he made it out okay, but he had a kid with him with a broken leg or something. I’m like ‘Yeah, of course, come over’, and I wait, and-and he just never shows up,” Mallek breaths. He sucks in some more air before continuing. “I’ve been searching all of Outglut since the sun went down.”
“You can’t track his palmhusk?”
“No. I only know his last location before it disappeared. It was probably destroyed.”
“Fuck.” You stare up at the stars. “Fuck. Okay. Let’s go back there, see what we can find.”
A yell interrupts your conversation. “Yo, alien! This guy bothering you?”
You turn to yell back to Kuprum, who’s all puffed up like an angry chicken despite being a skinny lowblooded dude. You love your friends so much. “Nah, man, this is Mallek! He’s great, when we met he thought I was a robot!”
Folkyl cackles in amusement, and even Marsti cracks a smile.
“It was only for a little bit,” Mallek complains, almost to himself, before looking down at you with those big blue eyes that have no business being so adorable. “You coming?”
“You bet.” You hold up a finger and race back over to the goldbloods and Marsti.
“Ditching us for the highblood, huh?” Folkyl sniggers.
You make a face. “Sorry, guys. A friend of mine and Mallek’s went missing after the drone raid, and well… we gotta go find him. Keep an eye out for a short rustblood boy with an oblong meat product obsession for me, will you?”
Kuprum suddenly looks way more interested. “Oh, damn, the hiveless guy? Yeah, sure. He’s alright. For a total loser, that is.”
“We know Diemen. There was this psionic orgy at a party, and I asked if he wanted in, but he was too busy with this bronzeblood--” Folkyl begins, but you just groan and stomp away to join Mallek, her taunting laughter ringing through the streets.
Unfortunately, Mallek’s smirking as well. “I like your friends.”
“I’m glad one of us does. Fly or teleport?”
“Fly. For old times sake.”
Everything is kind of shitty at the moment, but you can’t help but smile as you hop up on the hoverboard with him and wrap your arms around his waist. Mallek kicks the hoverboard into gear and you hang on for dear life as the two of you shoot off. It’s a damn good thing you guys have done this like a million times already, because even though it’s been a while you remember how to lean with him as he flies around hives, and then buildings.
You whoop as Mallek corkscrews around a skyscraper. Below the hoverboard, the ground is so far away scuttlebuggies are no bigger than ants. The wind is whipping your hair around everywhere-- man, you need a haircut-- and you’re fucking freezing because all you’re wearing is the hoodie Mallek gave you once, jeans , and a pair of combat boots that Elwurd grew out of a long time ago, but you can’t stop laughing. Mallek grins back at you over his shoulder, goofy as all hell before joining in. Everything feels like it’s going to be okay.
Hang on, Diemen. We’re on our way.
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Of course, Diemen’s last known location is a super-creepy back alley. The buildings on either side are so tall no moonlight can get in, because why not, with a dash of the smell of something that smelled faintly of roadkill to complete the ambiance. You almost run into a dumpster one or two times as Mallek leads the way due to your weak-ass eyesight.
“If we die, I call haunting that pile of garbage over there.” You point to a small lump of stuff on the ground.
“Yeah... that’s a dead body.”
For crying out loud. “Ah.”
“They get first dibs around here, I think.”
You sock him in the bicep as he snickers. “Ass.”
“Shoulders, knees, and toes, knees and toes--”
Mallek’s palmhusk beeps. You peer around him to see a flashing red dot on the screen, marked by a green grid thing of where you guys currently are.
“This where Diemen vanished off the face of the planet.” He stuffs the palmhusk into his pocket and looks around. “No signs of a struggle. No blood. I can’t smell anything.”
“I take that to mean that dead body back there…”
“Definitely not.”
“Good.”
“Anything noteworthy from an alien’s perspective?”
You groan in frustration. “Humans are diurnal, dude. We’re supposed to be awake during the day and we sleep at night when it’s dark. I can’t see shit.”
“Okay, okay.”
Mallek emerges from the other end of the alley, with you right behind him. The temperature is dropping off quick, making you huddle against the ceruleanblood for warmth even though he’s far colder than you are. You’re pretty sure this is the tail end of what passes for winter on Alternia despite the lack of snow on the ground.
Out of the corner of your eye, something glints in the moonlight, and you turn to see a security camera aimed at the street you guys are on.
You can’t believe your luck. “Mallek, look!”
He follows your pointer finger to the camera and grins ear-to-ear. “Oh, hell yes.”
Mallek whips out his phone again and taps in the address of the building on your left while you do a little victory jig. The both of you are still in the shadows, so you’re not too worried about your presence being noted just yet.
After that you guys race over to his apartment, and you’re high on adrenaline and optimism. Mallek locks the door behind you once you’re inside, so you take the lead and race up to his respiteblock/workspace/gaming area, with him hard on your heels.
“Alright, so first we put in the address…” He parkours his way over a mountain of random shit and into his desk chair. “... get into the security system, find the tapes, organize the data by date, strip the footage…”
He keeps rambling on excitedly about hacker stuff that you don’t know anything about, but you’re just as hype as he is for the breakthrough. You watch, impressed, as he expertly navigates his way through a series of screens, each with more tabs than you have fingers, and puts in so many passcodes with so many numbers your head hurts just looking at it. It must be really nice, having more than one brain cell.
He’s through in fifteen minutes.
“Mallek. Buddy. You gotta say it,” you beg him.
“Say what?”
“... You know.”
“... No.”
“Please?”
Mallek stares up at you and sighs. “Fine. Hacker voice: I’m in.”
“Yes!”
It’s a few more moments before he finds the footage and begins to sort through everything. None of it makes any sense to you.
Before long you get antsy and start looking around for something to do while Mallek does his big boy work. “Hey, where’s Snakedad? I didn’t get the chance to say hi last time.”
Mallek goes strangely silent. Then, he turns to you, not looking you in the eyes. All of his previous enthusiasm drains right out of him.
“Mallek?” you ask, concerned. “Is something wrong?”
He exhales tiredly and finally looks up at you. “My lusus… he was already ancient when he picked me out of the caverns. He… he died a few perigees ago. Nothing I could do, he was just really old.”
You feel like you’ve been sucker punched. “Oh, God, Mallek--”
“But it’s fine! Lots of kids don’t get as lucky as me. Some lusii die of awful stuff like, like tumors, or they get murdered, so… I’m lucky. I even got to be there when he went.”
It’s definitely not fine, you can tell just by looking at his face, but you don’t tell him that. Instead you just make your way over to him and wrap your arms around him. He stiffens for a second, and you immediately lean back so you can give him space, only for him to pull you tightly against him like he’s lost at sea and you’re a piece of driftwood. He doesn’t cry or anything, just tremble slightly as you comb your fingers through his hair.
When’s the last time he’s been held like this, if at all? When’s the last time somebody expressed that they care about him?
In a society that idolizes tearing down the vulnerable, what’s to keep a kid from isolation once he loses everything?
“You’re really warm,” Mallek mumbles into your chest.
You smile, leaning down to knock your foreheads together. “You’re really cold.”
“Thanks. For being here, I mean.”
You know what he means. The words send little prickles of sunshine into your heart, lighting you up from the inside out.
Oh, hey, those blue eyes are really, really close.
For a second, you wait for him to make the next move, to do something, anything, but then you see something on the screen that freezes you in place.
It’s Diemen, supporting a little rustblood girl with a leg that’s bent in the wrong place. He’s talking to an indigoblood riding some Alternian version of an electric scooter. And maybe the indigoblood is wearing a bulky black jacket and a helmet that obscures most of his lean figure, but you’d recognize that greasy ponytail anywhere.
Everything clicks into place.
“Aw, fuck me.”
#hee hee hoo hoo#pesterquest#riverbound#hiveswap#hiveswap friendsim trolls#homestuck#mspa reader#the guardian#c14#goldbloods
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The Great White Oak Man
A/N: My boyfriend heard the excerpt from the hit 2006 erotica novel “Rough and Ready” by Sandra Hill, he attempted to write his own. This is that attempt.
“It feels good to be on the inside,” he said and removed his emptied man log from her. He observed himself, noting that he bore a striking resemblance to a chicken tender covered in ranch.
He gazed skeptically upon her... the copious amount of bush seemed more like a hedgehog crammed into a ushanka than anything resembling human genitalia.
He stood to take a breather in the moonlight, resting against a great white oak. They had both finished and needed a moment. The moonlight glinted off of his shockingly still erect stalwart plinth, much in the same way one would see passing headlights through hazy half closed eyes in the night. He cast his gaze down upon her, bedraggled across the tossed blankets and suggested they go again.
He was impressive, she considered, and suspected that he and the great oak are more alike than one would initially observe.
He wrenched her up in his hulking fleshy arms, and they did it... sexually.
Because that’s how they needed each other that night. Sexually.
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Queen at Live Aid: Breaking Down The Posture, Moves, and Stage Charisma of The Great Freddie Mercury
Reading Time: One Freddie Mercury Piano Beer
Yeah, I know the Queen Live Aid show has been covered more than a discarded watermelon rind dropped into a dirt mount full of ants on cocaine. I know – but I dare you to complain about it. Can you name a six-song set with better lighting, song sequence, execution, Freddie Mercuryness, or dare I say…atmosphere?
I don’t care if it has 46 million views on Youtube – I treat it like an obscure gemstone found deep in the Amazon every time I put it on. I even put on a little Percival Fawcett 1920s explorer cap and British knee high beige socks from the 1880s and thrash about the room to “Radio Ga Ga” with an antique machete and…no, no, I don’t do any of that.
But it is must-see musical theatre for all (see how I spelled ‘theatre’ the fancy way). I haven’t yet figured out the coding to embed a Youtube video in the same window as you read (I’m a voice of my generation, not a hacker for Anonymous) So I’ll post the video up top, which you should watch, and thanks to a glorious user on Soundcloud, we’ll do a song-by-song remembrance of the mythical performance, in honor of the 35 year and two day anniversary.
Sound good?
Headphones in. Volume UP. Enjoy.
Song One – Bohemian Rhapsody
I actually feel both elated and spiteful of all the children who did not learn about Queen until the biopic, “Bohemian Rhapsody” came out. Elated because, discovering great music you haven’t heard is akin to riding a stampeding, trumpeting elephant for the first time – nothing beats it. That’s like, 32 percent of the reason I write this blog, to show the Gen Z crowd all the music they missed from 2007. Spiteful because, Freddie operated from titan heights, and the movie couldn’t reach up to his knees.
Rami Malek was adequate, sure. He tried – I get it. But Freddie Mercury was a sassy animal, a sarcastic, cigarette-ash-tapping, droll, flamboyant, wiry cord of sexual electricity and brooding magnetism at once. He overcame pronounced buckteeth to be possibly the greatest breather of vocalist dragon fire of all time. He was…you can watch for yourself in the video. Peak Freddie charisma.
Song Two – Radio Ga Ga
Look at that power stance. This is a textbook, educational video for 13-year-olds aspiring to be Rock Frontmen. Notice the posture, the facial expression, the confident determination.
Yes, that’s right, get your notebook out.
Watch the power strut with the mic – write down “using a prop”. You’ll need to practice at least 37 minutes a day by breaking your mom’s broom in half, down to Freddie microphone size. Then, what does he do? He waves at the crowd and holds tens of thousands of individuals in the palm of his hand. Should you jet off on a cross-country bus to a leather basement club in Greenwich Village to fully put yourself in Freddie’s shoes? Couldn’t hurt.
The lighting is at its best right here. Dusk is just settling over the stage. The lights are changing over, and the smooth delivery of “Radio Ga Ga” encapsulates the next three minutes in an amber bubble of memory sap, to be mined for a musical Jurassic Park 15 million years from now.
Interlude – Ay-oh!
Honestly, could you imagine if you went out in the wild and there was an animal that orchestrated that glorious array of notes like a barnyard noise?
You walk out to feed Clementine Donkey and instead of “hee-haw”, you just hear “Ay-oh” for 50 seconds. Go to feed the chickens – instead of clucks – it’s “Ay-oh”. Give the cows some hay food, their response is “Ay-oh”. You walk away from the barn and just hear the goat: “Hey hey hey hey, how ‘bout a song!”
Okay, I’m buying a farm now.
Song Three – Hammer To Fall
Again, see the masterful air guitar play of Mercury, as he nails every fake chord. See the real guitar play of Brian May, fluid and steady. See the beautiful camera work of the men dressed in all white, like a group of generic psych ward attendants who moonlight as Live Aid filmmakers in nurse costumes.
Song Four – Crazy Little Thing Called Love
The best line of this song is the first.
“This next song is dedicated to only beautiful people here tonight…that means all of you.”
Freddie goes for what we Frontmen scholars call the “soft power stance” in this one. Left leg direct, right leg keeps the beat. Microphone positioned just off-center for a relaxed yet authority-driven performance posture.
Song Five – We Will Rock You
Another soft layer of dusk has gently laid itself upon the arena. Today, Queen would have let A24 or some other prestigious indie production studio walk in and film the show documentary-style, and they would then walk out with an Oscar for the newly created category of “Best Live Show Cinematography”.
Song Six – We Are The Champions
I want to know what Pepsi’s sales looked like after this performance, with all those quaint 1985 Pepsi cups littering Freddie Mercury’s piano.
At this point the crowd just looks like a wave in unison, 100,000 people in Queen hypnosis. Or maybe they’re just in normal tired festival mode – they’re super dirty, there’s one guy who smells like farts and B.O., everyone’s exhausted from taking biker Speed during George Thorogood.
There you have it – 22 minutes end just as nightfall drops a curtain across their final bow.
“So long, goodbye!” yells Freddie Mercury.
The crowd screams and a six-song set that started at 6:44 in the evening is immortalized in memory by a singer who still holds us in the palm of his hand.
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Artist Links:
Queen Insta (So weird that Queen has Instagram)
Queen website
Songs by Queen to get you bothered:
Brighton Rock
Love of my Life
And of course, Queen in D2: The Mighty Ducks
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#Freddie Mercury#Live Aid#Queen#Bohemian Rhapsody#Rock Frontmen#Greatest Live Performances#Rock Music#Classic Rock Music#Charisma#1985#Wembley Stadium
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The Shop Asisstant
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Dentist Canberra