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Måneskin meeting "BEASTARS" author, Paru Itagaki in Tokyo, Japan [X X] (posted on 29.09.2022)

Miracle is here: BEASTARS (author: Paru Itagaki; a series in Weekly Shonen Champion magazine), a popular comic series that has sold over 10 million copies around the world and received an anime adaptation, joins forces with Måneskin, a new-generation rock band that has made an international breakthrough from Italy! Commemorating the band’s first visit to Japan, Paru Itagaki created a special artwork where the characters from BEASTARS get together with the members of Måneskin.

The members of Måneskin are deeply interested in Japanese culture; especially singer Damiano David, who is known as an avid Japanese anime fan. He says that since the outbreak of the pandemic, there has been a time he was watching anime all year long. And one of his favorites was BEASTARS, a unique story of anthropomorphic animals unfolding complex suspense and human drama.

Måneskin met Itagaki for the first time backstage at the band’s first concert in Japan and checked out the rough sketch she brought, which was already in a high-quality finished form that amazed and surprised them. This footage shows their first yet friendly meeting.

Damiano of Måneskin tells his thoughts on this collaboration with BEASTARS:

“It’s such an honor to be a little part of the world of BEASTARS, one of my top favorites. The characters are animals, but they are even more humans than us and the worldview they create… the idea of coming up with this worldview is really amazing. When I watch it, I actually forget that they are animals; there are so many things relatable as humans. I think it’s one of the deepest in terms of meaning and structure in the anime I have seen; it’s really meaningful and emotional.”

“I am looking forward to the collaboration with Måneskin. As the author, I had a very precious experience of meeting the four members in person; they were very tall, kind, dazzling…they were stars. Although we are usually at difference places, Måneskin on stage and myself at the desk, I feel very much honored to be in the same room thanks to the collaboration. Thank you very much!”

[Måneskin: Profile]

Hailing from Rome, Italy, Måneskin (meaning “moonlight” in Danish), the Gen-Z four-piece band of Damiano David (vocal), Victoria De Angelis (bass), Thomas Raggi (guitar), and Ethan Torchio (drums), catapulted to global breakthrough after winning “Eurovision Song Contest 2021”, the biggest music competition in the continent.

The fusion of diverse elements such as rock ‘n’ roll, rap, reggae, and funk to name a few, the irresistible live performance that enthuses the world, and the intriguing and sensational messages the convey… Their momentum just does not seem to show a sign of slowing down. In times where no new rock icon is in sight, they are signaling the revival of rock music and continue to intensify its force on a global level, which is something to keep your eyes on!

#måneskin #maneskin #ethan torchio #damiano david #victoria de angelis #thomas raggi #my posts 💫#video #art #interview #japan: tokyo #vic doing that face #mr. torchio + bun #må smiling 😁#itagaki paru #beastars #ethan in black 🖤

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hxllfires-gifs · 8 months

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PAIRING. bojan cvjetićanin x fem!reader

SUMMARY. eurovision was a stressful time of the year and it was unlike anything bojan had dealt with before, but he was thankful to have his lovely girlfriend along with him to help him.

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THE JOURNEY TO the Eurovision Song Contest in Liverpool hasn’t been easy and it had been pretty stressful. Bojan Cvjetićanin was attempting to make the best out of any stressful situation but he started to feel like he was emotionally and physically drained. Joker Out had just finished their rehearsals for the day and he was ready to go back to the hotel.

He walked backstage and was met with his girlfriend Y/N. The two started dating three years ago and he loved every minute of it. Their relationship was one of the best things in his life and he never wanted to give it up. She was his number one supporter. He was beyond grateful for her and he was the happiest knowing that she was experiencing all of this with him and their friends.

Y/N enjoyed watching her boyfriend’s performance, feeling so proud of him every single day. She felt so lucky to call him her boyfriend and she would be the first person to express that. Her lover always worked so hard, as did his band mates.

The H/C haired girl stood up and walked closer to her boyfriend to hug him. She was honored to have gotten to come along with him to Liverpool, but she could tell that he’d been more tired recently. The girl didn’t fully understand the pressure but she wanted for him to know that she was there for him.

“You guys killed it!” She complimented.

“Thank you,” Bojan responded with a small but exhausted smile.

He went to change into more comfortable clothes before sitting down on the nearby couch, soon being joined by his girlfriend. It was no secret that he was excited about the contest but he was also feeling a little more nervous now that it was just a week away. He hid behind a calm and energetic demeanor but inside he was going through everything all at once.

“Are you ready to go back to the hotel?” A gentleness was laced in the girl’s question. She was always like this with him when he got like this.

Her boyfriend didn’t speak in response, only nodding his head slightly. He was really starting to feel the pressure of wanting to do well. He wanted to have fun and he was doing a good job with that, but Eurovision was the biggest thing in Europe, at least music wise. Representing Slovenia was a huge honor and challenge.

Y/N kissed Bojan’s cheek before she leaned her head on his shoulder. She could tell that he needed something to cheer him up and get him back in good spirits, which is something that seemed like her specialty when it came to her boyfriend.

“You are doing amazing, my love. I know that it’s hard sometimes but you’re here for a reason. You guys were selected for this so everyone else knows how great you are. You just have to let yourself believe this too. I am so proud of you.”

Her words made the brunette feel better, a lot more than he was before. She had that effect on him since she always seemed to know what to say in any situation. He did not know what he would do without her and he never wanted to find out. She was the one for him, he was sure of that.

She lifted her head back up when she felt Bojan turning his own to look at her. He leaned forward to press his lips onto her own in a gentle, loving kiss. There was this deep trust that had been established between both of them. Neither of them ever wanted the other to feel negative feelings and they would always be there for each other.

The H/C haired girl moved away slightly, wanting to take in the Slovenian’s features. One of her hands reached up to play with his hair. Bojan enjoyed the feeling and it was something that could put him to sleep in the right situation, one such as this.

“We should go back to the hotel.” He was the one to suggest since he didn’t want to fall asleep with so many people around. He just wanted to be in his lover’s arms, which she honestly wanted as well.

Y/N didn’t blame her boyfriend for wanting to leave the venue. “We will, I just need to tell the guys first. You guys do not have any press today so all should be good. We can watch some tv and cuddle until we fall asleep. You look like you could use a little nap.”

“That sounds great.” He loved the idea a lot more than he let on.

“Alright,” she whispered before pecking his lips and standing up, going to find and talk to his band mates.

It didn’t take long for her to come back, the both of them leaving as soon as they could. Staying true to her words, once they got back to the hotel, Y/N turned the tv on and the couple cuddled, eventually falling asleep for the next couple of hours.

#esc #esc 2023 #eurovision #eurovison 2023 #eurovision x reader #eurovision imagine #eurovision x yn #joker out #bojan cvjeticanin #bojan joker out #bojan cvjetićanin x reader #bojan cvjetićanin imagine #bojan cvjetićanin fluff #bojan cvjetićanin x yn #bojan cvjetićanin x fem reader #eurovision fluff #eurovison song contest

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newtonsheffield · 1 year

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Hey, Molly! I've enjoyed your Eurovision live updates today ☺️ I don't know if I've already submitted a request for Spicy Sunday 🌶 Sorry if this is a repeat. I would love to see something from You Didn't Call It What It Was. Thanks so much for sharing your stories with us.

Anonymous asked: I get that real life gets priority. I hope you have a good, productive evening. If you can and feel like doing the spicy scene, I vote for the new author au.

Anonymous asked: I'm so excited for Author Anthony! Can we see a spicy with them??

Anonymous asked: If you are doing a Sunday scene, I nominate Author AU to balance out how angsty that story is gonna be (really looking forward to it, though!)

Anonymous asked: I love the author AU so much! Can I request it for spicy Sunday?

@kanthony231955 asked: Molly,

I’ll take one for the team lol.

If you have time, may we please have a small snippet of Author Anthony maybe writing his scenes 👀 while he envisions Kate? Or a sexy moment between them?

Thank you!

Okay, I guess you guys are enjoying Author Anthony as a sweet sensitive, but very particular kind of pigeon, but here I am to show you that he is also an unhinged slut.

Kate remembered the very first time she'd felt Anthony's eyes on her. She'd been sitting in a lecture room, trying to concentrate on the wrong opinion of the man in front of her and she'd felt it, his gaze tickling down her spine.

"That guy is staring at you." The girl behind her had whispered jerking her head backwards and Kate had glanced in the direction and seen him.

He was staring at her from the row behind, or rather at her left hand, he'd been wearing a cable-knit sweater that was bunched up at his elbows and his eyebrow had been raised, staring at her hand and the page she'd written her thoughts on. She raised her eyebrows back at him and he seemed to startle, but he didn't look away as he smiled, a boyish grin really that didn't seem to fit the rest of him, completely unphased that she'd caught him staring. She turned back and tried to focus on what was said, but she felt his eyes burning into the back of her hand for the rest of the lecture.

She slung her backpack over her shoulder as she left, and stepped outside into the fresh November air, adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Excuse me!"

She barely registered it, only kept walking, focusing on the rest of her day.

"Sorry! Girl with the dark curly hair!"

She'd turned at that, a little startled and found him standing behind her. He had a leather satchel swung over his shoulder, neatly stamped in silver with AEB, and his jeans were neatly rolled to exactly the same length as he neatly avoided a puddle, seemingly relieved he'd managed it.

"Hey."

She blinked at him, still a little startled, "Hi?"

"I just um- I noticed what you were writing-"

"Oh, so you were reading something you had no business reading?"

He didn't look very abashed, "You have very neat handwriting, it was right in front of me. Do you think Dr Fisher is the Hack or Percy Bysshe Shelley?"

Kate chuckled, "Both really, but... no one asked."

"You... can't find anything to admire about Shelley?" He seemed stunned, at her audacity.

"I... admire his wife, she started a whole genre of fiction. That's impressive."

"You're fucking ballsy."

Kate shrugged, "I have opinions."

"Fuck, I'd hate to see what you'd say about something I wrote."

Kate clicked her tongue, turning to walk away, "Luckily for you, you'll probably never find out."

She'd walked away from him that day thinking she'd never see him again, but it hadn't been true. And somewhere along the line, in those three years they'd spent at Oxford, she'd looked at him across the table in a pub and thought Fuck, I'm in love with you.

And even then, she'd never thought to tell him, she'd waved to him at graduation, surrounded by her family, him surrounded by his, so sure she'd never see him again. She'd only be walking past a bookstore one day and see his name on a book. The last thing she expected was to have a manuscript tossed on her desk years later as a junior editor.

Hummingbirds by Anthony Bridgerton.

And it was done.

And she'd never stopped feeling his eyes on her.

"I can feel you staring at me."

Anthony didn't bother to look away or try to deny it. He stared back at her from the leather sofa in the corner of his office, his hair touseled as he sat in his sweatpants and an old Tshirt. His Writing clothes he called them.

"I can see a lot of red pen over there."

Kate raised her eyebrow, tapping the pen against the printed pages in front of her. "Well, I'm your editor, babe, that's what I do. Edit."

His eyes burned into her darkly, "That section doesn't need editing."

She chuckled at him, "Why did you show it to me if you weren't ready?"

"It is ready, it just doesn't need to be edited."

Kate sighed, putting her glasses down, "I actually agree with you."

"Good, we agree I'm perfect."

"No, I think you need to cut this section."

Anthony's mouth fell open indignantly, "I'm not cutting that section!"

Kate groaned at an argument she'd had so many times with him, again and again until they were both red in the face and tension had rippled through the room until Anthony had usually thrown his hands up and fled the room after several long seconds. "Anthony, it slows down the entire chapter, and frankly, it's unrealistic."

Anthony shot out of his chair, stalking around the room like an angry giraffe as he made his way over to the bookshelf. "Unrealistic? I have awards, Kate!"

"Are any of them for realism?"

"You're just trying to hurt my feelings now! And you're succeeding!"

Kate pinched the bridge of her nose, "Baby, stop pacing, you know I'm right."

"I know no such thing!" He squawked, "It's passionate!"

"It's clumsy!"

Anthony stared at her, his chest rising and falling and his eyes burned her skin, setting her slowly alight as tension rippled between the distance but just as quickly as it started, it ended. Anthony threw his hands up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Anthony," Kate called after him as his feet pounded on the staircase, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. You know you're my favourite author!"

Nothing.

Fuck

Kate put her head in her hands, guilt churning in her stomach. It would be different since they started dating, of course it would and she was still trying to find a balance between-

The door opened and closed again quickly and Kate's head shot up, "Anthony, honey, I'm sorry I just-"

"Oh, Hello." Anthony said stiffly, draping himself over the back of the sofa. He'd changed, Kate realised which made her blink a little in surprise. He'd ditched his sweatpants and Oxford shirt and was wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that he'd left unbuttoned, the smooth muscles of his chest exposed, the light smattering of chest hair dark against his pale chest in the afternoon sun.

"I know what you're doing." She tried to say it confidently, but her stomach dropped anyway and her cheeks felt warm, the entire room felt stifling, suddenly.

"I'm not doing anything." Anthony said, clearly shooting for casual, running his fingers over the back of the sofa, spinning towards her, "I'm merely... sitting in my office."

He stalked across the room towards her, his feet light on the floor and something in the intensity of his gaze made her thighs clench together.

"You aren't even sitting."

"Oh?" He was leaning across the desk now, his hands pressed into the leather covering the mahogany and Kate could smell his cologne hanging in the air. Kate felt herself squirm in her seat as he stared hungrily at her and his voice was lower when he spoke again. "Maybe I should sit then."

Kate stifled a moan as he got to his knees and she felt his hands warm on her legs even through her stockings. He slid his hands up her legs, under her skirt, his fingers tracing patterns against the soft fabric.

"Don't," Kate said but it sounded weak, even to his own ears as her legs fell open for him and she left one hook around the back of his neck, drawing him in closer.

"Do you really want me to stop?"

He hadn't done anything, not since she whined the word, his hands had stayed still on the edges of her stockings, curled around her garters, and she knew if she said yes, if she really did want him to stop he would. But god she didn't.

"Don't stop, please don't."

Anthony let out a low moan and his fingers tugged her closer by her garters until both her legs were wrapped around his neck. His lips pressed against the inside of her thigh and his tongue swept along the edge of her underwear. He made his way slowly to the centre, his tongue was warm and soft through her underwear and she could feel heat licking at her stomach in time with his movements.

Kate's hand fell from the desk and tangled itself in Anthony's hair and her hips started grinding slowly against him. Anthony let out a content noise in the back of his throat that sounded caught between a purr and a moan. The press of his tongue and the rough friction of her underwear was pushing her forward, heat coiling tighter as she held him in place against her and still she could feel his gaze burning into her.

He was always so focused on everything. Such single-minded focused that she loved watching him do anything. She loved the way he committed, threw himself into everything he did, even this, even here, even the way he loved her was determined and driven.

Come on, babe. Come for me

She toppled over the edge and the feel of his words against her and her legs started shaking, tightening around him but he didn't stop. She felt his fingers curl around the edge of her underwear and her hips bucked against the feel of his fingers while he tugged them roughly aside. Anthony's stubble scraped along the inside of her thighs and his nose pressed against her as he inhaled deeply.

Kate could feel the moan building in the back of her throat long before it made its way free and his tongue swept over her finally. It was light pressure, barely there but she could feel herself losing control already. her skirt was sliding against the chair and her knees hit the desktop with every grind against him but she didn't care. All she could feel was the press of his tongue and the slide of his fingers against her stockings and the feel of his hair under her hands and his fucking eyes staring up at her, pushing her higher and higher. Tension was thick in the room and the fireplace in the corner crackled away thickening the air.

Again, please.

His voice was firm sending a shiver down her spine and her lungs were burning as she struggled to stay upright against the feel of them.

I won't ask you again

She fell over the edge again with a sharp cry, her hips bucking wildly against him as she unravelled completely, her entire body shaking around him until she slowly came back to earth.

Anthony left a swift kiss to the inside of her thigh, letting her garters snap against her legs as he let her go, an annoyingly smug smile on his face as he crawled out from the desk.

"I think you'll find that that, which was exactly how it was described in my excellently written book, right down to my dialogue, hardly slowed things down!"

Kate groaned, her head falling to the desk, "I liked this better when I won all the arguments because you were too scared to fuck me senseless."

"I don't!" Anthony said, snatching the pages off the desk and crossing her annotations out as he crossed the room. "It stays!"

"I hate this."

"Lies."

#you never called it what it was #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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deep-hearts-core · 1 year

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A post about the Loreen thing,

which I'm making separately so that it isn't hidden under the cut when I do my yearly review.

First of all it is necessary to state that I don't hate Tattoo. I have it fifteenth for the year. I liked Euphoria and I like some of Loreen's other music. I am not jumping on the hater train because I hate Loreen or hate the song. She sounded good on the night and the staging was, as we expect of Sweden, showy and mostly visually interesting.

HOWEVER. I think that there are two reasons that people are angry right now and both of them are justified. Firstly, it's because of the way the voting system works currently and what narratives work well on a television show (which Eurovision, ultimately, is). Secondly, it's because some more discerning fans are picking up on some of the circumstances surrounding Loreen's participation and win and have gotten out their red string.

To point one: This is the first time since the split voting system was implemented in 2016 that the winner of the jury vote won the contest. We've previously had entries who won neither, but there was too big of a split between the jury and televote winner (2016, 2019), an entry who won both votes (2017), and entries who won the televote (2018, 2021, 2022). Eurovision has changed a lot since its inception and in some ways the juries are a holdover from when it was a song contest rather than a performance contest (they were also reintroduced to combat bloc voting and then just made the bloc voting worse so do with that what you will). These days, the people like to vote!!! The people also like an underdog, which we went into the contest knowing that Finland was--or at least, the only other contender with a fighting chance of beating Queen Loreen. So seeing Loreen absolutely sweep the jury vote, country by country, with a margin of over 100 points, got boring and frustrating real fast.

I'm not saying down with the juries necessarily. I'm a somewhat serious musician who often loves jury bait songs and the juries have played an important role in supporting the songs I really like. And sometimes, the tension between the jury vote and public vote is okay! Sometimes it's interesting and makes for good television! But last night was not, narratively, good television.

I mean, maybe it was for some people.

Which leads me to point two: the red string. Now, I am not usually a conspiracy theory person at Eurovision. I mean, my first Eurovision was 2016 and I remember how the Russia fans got about that. My second Eurovision was 2017 and I hated APD with a burning passion at the time and I didn't get out the red string then.

But this... I think a lot of more serious fans are looking at the big picture. So, when a country wins, they get to be on the reference group and participate in decision-making about contest rules and such. The last time Sweden won was 2015. This win put them at 6 total, one behind Ireland. Sweden has made being good at Eurovision part of their national identity. The split voting system was introduced the following year, at the 2016 contest, hosted by Sweden.

Fast forward to this year. Sweden have placed 5th three times, 4th once, and then 7th and 14th which are less interesting, in the years since. Objectively very good results. But this year, the contest final was due to take place on Johnny Logan's birthday (Johnny Logan being the first, at that time only, competitor in history to win twice). The fiftieth anniversary of Abba's win is next year. And Loreen decided to come back to Melodifestivalen.

Loreen had previously tried to return in 2017 with the song "Statements" but wiped out in Melfest's second chance round. So it wasn't necessarily guaranteed that she would sweep. However, many fans felt that this year's Melfest entries were really weak songs, which made it easier for "Tattoo", with its flashy staging and name recognition, to soar to a win. In a real monkey's paw moment, I said after watching Melfest that the only way I could accept Loreen winning Melfest was if she Johnny Logan'd. Lol.

Even before Melfest, though, there were also the new voting rules. For the first time this year, semifinal qualifiers would be decided only through televote, not based on the juries. As I noted last night, this meant that the televote would likely be split among many songs--we'd still have a televote winner, but if the jury coalesced behind one song, the jury winner would win the contest. This... happened.

It's also worth noting that the current executive supervisor of the contest is Swedish, and that even before the voting sequence there were references to Abba and Johnny Logan throughout the night. That, in addition to the weak Melfest, timing of both voting changes, and the timing of the contest, adds up to a conspiratorial picture, for those who are so inclined.

And, lastly, I also think some of us are having fun arguing with Loreen fans, especially those who are like "well, YOU voted for her, so you don't get to complain!" Reader, I did not vote for Loreen. I in fact voted for Finland, among others. Most of us who are complaining did not, in fact, vote for Loreen. And look I don't wanna be like last year's Spain fans who to this day say that Chanel was the true winner of the 2022 contest but it is pretty fun to be a hater.

At the end of the day, it is what it is and there isn't anything we can do to change it, but it's fun to be angry in the meantime, and I personally had fun assembling all the reasons why people are angry into a nice little tumblr post for you all. Thank you and goodnight <3

#shispeak #esc reviews #eurovision #full contest review + top to come later #wanted to do this first #ALSO: the circumstances in part 2 can easily be explained away #or taken as a GOOD tv narrative where loreen comes back and takes her rightfully destined second win #i have my own opinions but i'm not the arbiter of what is true #and if you're happy for loreen: i am happy for you. i can be happy for you and also angry at the tv narrative.#so don't come for me!!!!!! lol

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ana-chronista · 2 months

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17 for Bojere and 32 for Jance please? :)

Well, when you put it like that... Thank you for the prompts! 😊

Bojere: 17. ... to distract

“You are nervous.” With the way he startles at those three quiet words and the way Jere is suddenly standing pressed up close to him, eyes wide and strangely serious, Bojan knows it would be useless to deny it outright. Instead, he tries to play it off as minor, forcing a chuckle. “Of course, with you appearing out of nowhere like that!” he says, not managing to sound quite as cheerful as he'd hoped. Jere looks unconvinced so he continues, “No, I’m good. Just the usual pre-show adrenaline, you know?” Jere tilts his head, scepticism still etched onto his face. “I see you nervous before. You always do...” He pauses as if trying to find the right words, then mimics Bojan’s stance instead, hand clasped over his own heart. “This, yes?” Bojan blinks. It’s a habit he’s had as long as he can remember, although usually unconscious. The only people to ever recognise it are the guys, who have seen him do it for years and know to remind him if he’s too nervous to even remember. As close as he and Jere have grown, it still brings him up short that someone he’s known for barely two months has noticed it as well, and it takes him a moment to form a reply. “It’s just... been a while since I performed on my own, you know? And it’s in a new venue too, so...” Jere reaches up and folds his own hand over the top of Bojan’s. He doesn’t squeeze or pull, just rests it there, but Bojan finds his hand naturally falls away, shifting to clasp Jere’s. It feels... safe, somehow, a reassuring anchor amidst the chaos of the green room. “Don’t worry, I will be there.” Bojan feels his eyes widen. “Oh, of course! I didn’t mean – ” Jere holds up his free hand with a laugh. “No, no, is okei. I know. I am always nervous too, without my guys! I am lucky in Eurovision that I have my dance team. But I promise Joker guys that I take good care of Bojan.” Bojan can’t tell if he’s joking or whether there ever was a conversation out of his earshot, but he doesn’t get chance to ask because Jere is already continuing. “You will do well. You perform so good on stage. Fans will love you.” His words are so sincere that Bojan can’t help but smile, as small and weak as it comes out. “Thanks, man. But you can’t know that for sure.” Jere shrugs. “Why not? I did.” There’s barely a split second after the words leave Jere’s mouth before he darts forward. Afterwards, Bojan will think he saw his eyes searching his and a slight smile, but he can’t be sure because everything is suddenly overwritten by Jere’s lips pressing against his. It all happens so fast, so gently, that he barely has time to register it before it’s over, but all he knows is that the kiss is warm and leaves his lips tingling in a way he’s not felt since he was a teenager. He's sure his surprise must be blazing like a beacon, but nobody seems to have noticed them at all. Suddenly someone is calling out from the doorway in Finnish, and Jere is glancing over to reply. When he looks back, Bojan knows the moment is over. “Okei, I must go now – you will watch, yes? I will see you for Carpe Diem.” Bojan knows he must have got out some kind of positive reply about following in a minute, because Jere is definitely smiling then. “You will be good and crowd will love you. And then later... we hang out and party, yes?” Another call from the door. He squeezes Bojan’s hand briefly and Bojan only knows he’s managed to return the gesture because Jere’s smile widens before they have to break apart. There’s a flurry of activity and within a moment he’s alone in the green room. Bojan flops down onto the sofa, letting out a shaky breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding and dropping his face into his hands. At least he isn’t nervous about tonight’s shows any more – it turns out he’d got bigger things to think about.

Jance: 32. ... to wake up

Waking up before Jan was nothing new. Even before they’d started sharing a bed regularly, touring and Eurovision had quickly got Nace used to the younger man’s habit of emerging from sleep at the last possible moment before they had to depart. It’s as much a part of him as boundless energy is of Bojan, efficient organisation is of Kris, and a deadly allergy to health and safety regulations is of Jure. It’s the buzz of his phone on the bedside table that shakes him out of sleep. He’d obviously forgotten to switch it back to silent after they’d left the club last night and no longer needed to track who was where. He rolls over with a groan, wondering who could be contacting him at this godforsaken hour of... nearly 10am. OK, maybe not so unreasonable. He opens the notification for the group chat, squinting at Kris’s reminder that they all need to be at the studio for 1pm for an interview, but drops the phone back to the bedside table without a reply. Bojan’s string of thumbs down emojis in response pretty much says everything he would. He turns back to find Jan is still fast asleep. For all that he keeps strange hours, once he’s out, it would take nothing short of the building falling down around his ears to convince him to get up of his own accord. He knows that’s probably why the others were more than glad to hand over the responsibility of waking him up over to Nace at the first possible opportunity, but he as he wraps his arm back around him and feels the jut of his spine pressed against his chest and stomach again, he finds he can’t bring himself to mind all that much. “Janči,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot behind his ear. “Janči, it’s time to wake up.” There’s no response straight away, not that that surprises him. In fact, it’s only on the third kiss that Jan stirs, and on the fifth that he groans, bringing up a hand to rub at his eyes. “Welcome back to the land of the living.” The guitarist shakes his head, making no move to escape Nace’s embrace but burying his face in the pillow all the same. “No.” Nace squeezes him tighter and then gives him a slight shake. “Come on, we need to get up.” “Why?” comes the muffled response. “We have to go meet the others.” “That’s not for ages.” “How would you know?” Nace says teasingly. He slides his hand under the hem of Jan’s t-shirt to trace his fingers across his ribs, smiling to himself when he feels him squirm. “You don’t even know what time it is.” Jan shifts again, emerging from the pillow to peer back over his shoulder at Nace, rumpled and bleary-eyed. “Because you’re not doing a good job of convincing me to get up.” Nace laughs, pressing a lingering kiss to Jan’s cheek before resting his own against it. “But I did wake you.” “Sure, but that’s different.” “I think you’re just being pedantic now.” Suddenly Jan is rolling over onto his back, forcing Nace to move as well. He ends up finding himself propped up on his elbows above Jan, who has somehow wedged himself half under him. There’s a challenging glint in his eyes. “Alright then. Convince me to get out of bed.” And maybe it’s ridiculous of him to assume that Jan will still be sluggish this soon after emerging from sleep, because no sooner has he opened his mouth to answer back than Jan is darting forward to capture his lips with his own. The whole world instantly narrows down to the heat of Jan’s mouth and the graze of his teeth and the slide of his tongue, and how the sounds he makes when Nace pushes back vibrate against him, making him desperate to drink in more. They’re both breathless when they break apart. At some point they’ve shifted so Jan is fully underneath him, his long legs hooked around Nace’s waist and Nace’s hands buried in his tangled hair. He can’t remember it happening, but he definitely doesn’t mind. “What time are we meeting them?” Jan asks, voice hoarse now not just from tiredness. It takes him a moment to remember. “One.”

“And what time is it now?” “Ten.” Jan nods as though this answer satisfies him. “Alright, that’s a good hour to get ready and go.” “I thought you were a mathematician? That’s three hours.” The grin that stretches across Jan’s mouth is slow and sly. Nace is sure he’s not seen anyone so beautiful before. “You didn’t do a good enough job convincing me.” he says as though it’s obvious, trailing his fingers back across Nace’s jaw and interlocking them behind his neck. “We’ve got two hours to stay here. At least.” Nace is pretty sure they’re going to be late no matter how long they have, but as Jan pulls him in for another kiss, he can’t bring himself to care.

#ana answers #bojere #jance

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eurovision-del · 3 months

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Only three new Eurovision songs tonight. I feel bad for Ukraine and really hope they can resolve the televoting issues they had. I thought the pre-recorded part of the show was great, none of the acts disappointed live – I look forward to finding out who won (hopefully) tomorrow! However, the rest of the night I think went pretty well.

First up, thank you Norway! I was so glad to see Gåte win, even though it was very close in the end! Their performance was perfect, honestly even better than in the semi for me. Like I said in my most recent ranking, maybe they could lighten the staging slightly, but honestly they could reproduce this exact performance beat for beat at Eurovision and I’ll be happy. Ulveham is easily my favourite of the confirmed songs so far, and I really hope it does well in May.

Spain went for Nebulossa with Zorra. I checked the results of the semi-finals after they happened but didn’t have time to watch them live, so tonight was the first time I got to see all the performances. I am a little disappointed that st Pedro didn’t win, I loved how Dos Extraños was staged, with the silhouetted dancers being very striking, and I also thought he sang it beautifully. I got my hopes up seeing that he won the second semi, but it wasn’t to be in the final. Still, I’m happy enough with Zorra winning. The song isn’t the most impactful for me, but I like the 80s vibes and it’s still a good time. The performance was certainly memorable with a strong visual identity, and while I’m not expecting this to be a huge contender at Eurovision it definitely has its niche.

Finally, Sarah Bonnici won in Malta with her song Loop. I wasn’t too fussed by this selection, but I thought this entry had potential. Sarah’s a confident performer, and hopefully will bring it even more so at Eurovision itself. The song does feel a little bit to me like it’s trying to be Slo Mo, and it’s not a genre I tend to enjoy, but as an entry I think it’s decent, and of the options available I think this was probably the best choice Malta could have made.

#eurovision #esc 2024 #nf winner #norway #spain #malta #I did still really enjoy Wild Card tonight #but after seeing how little anyone was talking about I had zero expectations for it actually winning #If I was going to have just one favourite win tonight I'm very glad it was Norway!

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borisbubbles · 3 months

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Eurovision 2023: #15

15. SPAIN Blanca Paloma - "Eaea" 17th place

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Decade Ranking: 42 / 116 [Above The Busker, below Circus Mircus]

A journey has finally come to an end. Like, idk, I have all the opinions and feelings and no idea how I'll express them. So let's pen them down and figure it out as we go?

So first, let's adress the pinned post: Yep, I was right about Blanca. I am also not particularly happy about it. I didn't just suspect Spain would come top three in the final going into the show, I was actively convinced it would happen and looked forward to it. The result we got aligned only with my first instincts so maybe the problem is allowing myself to be gaslit instead of confidently believing in my divining abilities? Or maybe the problem is just the Spanish Fandom, who can tell.

Secondly, as for why we got there, well: consider this little statement i made pre-show:

That has always been the crux of my opinion on Eaea. The problem was the song. It was never bad but always unvoteable. From the moment I first heard it for Benidorm reviews, all the way to five points, you just knew it was too out there to have mass appeal. When I then saw the staging at Benidorm, it confirmed my suspicions really. In order to get televotes, you need to stage literally, not laterally. Eaea was the Jezinky of Spain.

However, I always kinda sorta liked it overall anyway?

As we saw with Mae even if you have one big "drawback" (and it wasn't that Eaea was bad, it was just too pedantic to compete for televotes, something its obtuse fans failed to understand) but do the rest right, the net result is still a net positive. Foremost, Eaea was a visual treat that I loved to look at. Not just "more than i enjoyed hearing it", no backhanded compliments like that. It's just what it excelled at: Blanca was a performer of exceptional charm and talent, and employed her skills to their optimum. There's a reason why I thought Spain would win the jury vote going into rehearsals, and that's solely because I trusted Blanca's expertise would be enough to EAT.

And honestly, she at least... moderately gobbled? Like THIS:

and THIS:

Is all great? I never thought Eaea was the masterpiece (can we please STOP using that term for any offbeat Eurovision song we like PLEASE) others deemed it to be, it was a quirky little fusion of flamenco traditions with modernist staging, by a great singer who nailed the difficult vocals. For better or for worse, Blanca understood the assignment that Eurovision is foremost a Live Performance Contest and made an effort to be as good as possible.

So yeah, I did vote for Blanca on the night. Twice. Even if one felt like the song was too much Piece and not enough Song, she had earned a high spot up the scoreboard for her performance and determination, so I cast a vote for her in support of that cuz you know, nature is healing. Then I fatfingered a second one by accident, making me one of ten people in Belgium who voted for Spain, and the only one to vote for them more than once. AND YOU THOUGHT, I WAS A HATER, DIDN'T YOU?

Okay, so the results. Five points SEEMS really harsh but Käärijä really was a force of fatal attraction and natural devastation that we've only truly seen once before under normal circumstances, and anyone else should have been pleased to have had any scraps left after his cultural reset. Blanca was never gonna get much of that, we already went through why.

But what about Juries? Well, they flocked to Sweden and Italy like we all suspected they would, which is a boring outcome, but both Loreen and Marco nailed their lives so w/e fine. If I wanted the juries to reward Blanca for her grit, why be angry when they did the same for Sweden and Italy?

However, to once again beat a dead equine, that *other* one in the jury top three being there, and over Blanca specifically, has to be the worst jury decision since their re-implementation. Like worse than Fade to Black qualifying into three jury twelves. Worse than Baby Eats You scoring 82 points over Blackbird. The juries exist specifically to reward layered art like Eaea and quirky outsiders like Blanca and they erred. 10th in jury, what the shit? The argument that Eaea wasn't good enough a song doesn't hold up because Ewnicorn was the worst composition in the year.

So in the end, I am back where I started: at mild like. You'd expect me to feel smug, but honestly, I mostly just feel melancholic. Eaea truly was a unique Piece and its result made me realize that, should Eurovision revert back to full-televote which is what Österdahl seems to want (🙄), it's the Eaeas that will become extinct first*.

THE RANKING

you have NO idea how much anxiety "Veronika" is giving me rn. 😬

you also have NO idea how much i'd kill for an Eaea in 2024's Benifest.

#Eurovision 2023 #ESC 2023 #Eurovision #ESC #Eurovision Song Contest #Liverpool 2023 #Spain #Blanca Paloma #Eaea #Youtube

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