Fuck yeah Brian May's creepy-ass faces

To celebrate reaching over 200 followers, we are doing a giveaway! 

~*~Prizes~*~

Jazz, News of the World, and The Game records.

Postcards with pictures of Freddie’s stamp collection.

Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert programme.

Guitar Player Magazine with Brian on the cover.

Queen + Paul Rodgers promo poster.

~*~Rules~*~

Must be following Queen Song of the Day.

To enter, just reblog!

Likes don’t count.

You can reblog as many times as you want.

We will ship anywhere in the world.

Make sure that we can get in contact with you, either through your ask or through the messaging service on Tumblr.

Ends April 25, 2014!

One winner gets:

The Ninth/Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver! It will be new in box and it comes with sound effects, and an extra bottom that writes in invisible ink that only shows up under an LED light like the light on the screwdriver!

AND

One Winner Gets:

A toothbrush from thinkgeek.com based on The Eleventh Doctor’s sonic screwdriver! (New, in box of course!)

AND

This cool poster from Forhumanpeoples.com!

One Second Place Winner Gets:

This cool poster!

Rules:

1) Follow Me!

One winner gets:

The Ninth/Tenth Doctor’s sonic screwdriver! It will be new in box and it comes with sound effects, and an extra bottom that writes in invisible ink that only shows up under an LED light like the light on the screwdriver!

AND

Brian May.

Hello there, darlings! Kelly here, also known by my personal blog as little-niggah-sugar at the moment. 

Inspired by a post by 1 of the people I follow, I decided to create a blog devoted to creating Queen haikus. Why haikus? Well, they’re Japanese in origin, which is appropriate since Japan loves Queen and Freddie adored Japan. Also, they’re short, sweet, and often clever (at least I’ll attempt to be so).

Feel free to submit your own haikus or request haikus on certain subjects. Just make sure they’re related to Queen in some way. Also, remember that haikus contain 3 lines & have a set number of syllables: 5, 7, 5.  

I’ll start off with a haiku devoted to Freddie:

Freddie Mercury

Mr. Bulsara

Commanded the rowdy crowd

Hedgehogs and foxes and London’s clocktowers

Badgers and penguins that make Tories cower

Stereo photos of Anita’s ring

Finally, place each of the cameras a degree apart until they completely surround me in a perfect circle. Have the 360 badgers you trained to take the photos at the same time do so at 39 o'clock, which is 3 pm in mortal time. Once the photos are developed at Hedgehography Studios, conveniently located in my basement and staffed by only the finest hedgehog film developers, I shall upload them to my computer and make a GIF of them.

The resulting 3D image of my miraculous body shall be displayed on every blog in the blogosphere. Once the world sees the most fully-realized 3D image to grace the Earth, humanity's eyes shall simultaneously explode. My highly-trained dogs, former hunting dogs who have been retrained for optical engineering, shall fit humanity with electronic eyes, which shall, of course, be all-seeing and allow for both a 3D view of all things at all times and a great advertising deal for Roger Taylor's re-release of "The All-Seeing Eye: Dubstep Remix Featuring Nicki Minaj."

As I walk across the stage, the entire nation will cheer as I play the 1st chords of "Chinese Torture": after the previous night's blood ritual, I will have grown sufficient arms to play the 4 Red Specials necessary to perform the song. I handcrafted the newer 3 on the last month's full moon from Stephen Hawking, Sir Patrick Moore, & Neil deGrasse Tyson's fireplaces. By the time the song is over, half of the audience has begun making passionate yet silent love to each other (silent because they dare not miss a note of my instrument).

My horde of flightless birds passes out a katana to each audience member. When I tear my shirt off, revealing pecs that would put Bradley Cooper's to shame, all but 39 of the most devoted audience members commit seppuku, knowing that the purpose of their pathetic existences has been fulfilled. The remaining 39 will place their katanas to their stomachs, until I begin singing "Don't Try Suicide" at which point they furiously masturbate and hack at their fallen brethren like so much sushi.