Let’s try to explain the Eurovision Song Contest nice and easy for everyone outside of Europe.
It’s almost like the Hunger Games.
1. Each country sends one (or sometimes more) tributes to compete against each other.
2. Instead of killing each other, the tributes sing.
3. While they do so, they put on a big show for everyone to gain even more attention and affection from the spectators. This includes fancy or crazy costumes, dances and special effects.
4. These extra efforts often enough have NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SONG AT ALL!!
5. This only adds to the confusion!!! Even for Europeans!
6. Everyone can watch this show live
7. AND decide about demise or victory of the chosen tributes
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Its that time of year again. Actually no its not, I just have some time on my hands and need more moolah because I eat too much food. Help fill my belly and hit me up with your artistic needs, be them fanart ideas, family portraits, original characters, pretty much anything. Andddddd personalized art makes for a great gift *nudge nudge wink wink*
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another meme i won’t finish:twenty movies [1 of 20] → the hunger games “Welcome…! Tributes, we welcome you. We salute your courage and your sacrifice… and we wish you… Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor.
“And our final tribute for district 8 is…” a deafening pause filled the air as every young woman in district 8 held their breath.
The courtyard went deadly silent for what felt like hours before the piercing scream of Jughead Jones broke through the air
“NO! NO! I VOLUNTEER PLEASE, I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.”
He was being pulled away by guards, tugging him out of the courtyard as his baby sister was placed on stage next to a shivering little boy and a woman dressed extravagantly in colors that district 8 had never seen.
“Oh” the woman in the light purple wig tsked “how very valiant, unfortunately we already have our male tribute.” Her eyes were blank as she went back to congratulating the two terrified children on stage.
“No, please.” The dark haired boy sobbed, his eyes meeting his sisters, she was crying now as well, thick tear drops dripping from her eyes.
It was all over before it began, people went home to their families somberly, mothers held their children and cried, fathers released anxious breaths as Jughead lay desperately on the floor of his home, slamming his fist into the dusty hardwood.
“We have to say goodbye.” His mothers cold, distant voice spoke from above him, her purse on her shoulder as she kept her distance from his father and left the house . F.Ps eyes were red rimmed as he clutched Jugheads shoulder
“We have to be strong for her, we need to show her we believe in her.” He choked out.
Jughead whipped to face him
“She’ll die in the arena! You know that! She won’t make it a full day!” He yelled shakily.
“I know boy, I know.”
They arrived at the station and were instantly shuffled into a plain white room, jelly bean was sitting in the center looking smaller than ever. Jesus Christ she was only 9.
Her eyes met Jughead instantly and she leaped towards him, clinging to his body.
“I’m going to die.” She weeped.
Jughead caught his fathers eyes over jellybeans head and pulled away
“No you won’t, you’re going to live, you’re going to fight and you’re going to do everything you have to do to make it out of their alive. You are not leaving me alone with these looney tunes.” He made a silly face and Jellybean giggled through a sniffle.
“Okay Juggie.” The tiny brown haired girl looked up at him with watery blue eyes so desperate he had to look away.
After hugging her father as he whispered in her ear, Jugheads mother turned to her daughter.
“Don’t embarrass us, you’ll be on national television.” She turned quickly and left the room.
Jughead growled as F.P shook his head sadly.
“That’s all for visiting, out now.” A capitol guard grunted, shoving the two men out of the room as Jellybean waved sadly.
“We won’t ever see her again.” F.P whispered, watching as the train pulled away.
Jughead stared at his fathers profile
“You don’t know, she’s been known to surprise us.” He dropped a hand to his fathers arm and they both made their way home
“You never know.” The older man mumbled.
A week later everyone gathered in the popular food trading port, it was called Pops and it had the largest screen to watch the games.
“It’s just interviews today, she just has to be herself, she’s adorable. She can atleast win a few sponsors.” Veronica lodge, the mayors daughter gently pat Jugheads back as they took a seat.
Joaquin slid beside them
“I believe in her.” He grumbled.
Jughead took a deep breath and suddenly the screen was playing as his fingers dug into his seat
Let the games begin.
The tributes were interviewed, dressed exceptionally and dramatic representing their district. Second to last was his sister, she walked on screen beside the shivering little boy tribute and her smile was dazzling. Jughead bit back tears and allowed pride to fill his body, she was so strong. The dark black dress she wore was covered in hand painted flames. Coal.
His little sister, the girl on fire.
Caesar Flickerman proceeded to ask questions, multiple times speaking about how beautiful she was and how she was definitely the cutest little tribute they had ever seen.
“She’s working that angle, the woman sponsors will love her.” Veronica whispered beside him.
“Speaking of beautiful it appears you’ve made a friend in the training arena.” Caesar wiggled his eyebrows and Jellybean giggled.
“Let’s recap shall we.” The purple haired man gestured to the ginormous screen above his head.
Video filled the screen
Jellybean was sitting in the corner of the practice arena shivering as everyone chose their weapons, beating on each other and screaming. Suddenly a girl with long blonde hair and noticeably bright green eyes was leaning beside her
“It is a little scary isn’t it?” She asked the little girl. Jellybean nodded, pushing her long brown hair out of her face, eyes terrified. The blonde looked concerned
“My names Betty, what about you?” Her voice was sweet as honey and while he knew his sister should always be on her guard he felt as though she could trust this new friend.
“Jellybean” she shivered.
Betty sat beside her
“Well jellybean, as pretty as your hair is, it might get in the way. Do you mind?” She held up an elastic band and jellybean nodded curiously.
In under a minute Betty had twisted the long brown hair into an intricate braid that pulled the lose strands away from her face.
“Much better, now we can see your pretty face.” She tweaked her nose and smiled.
“You stay strong Jellybean.” And with that she was off to her own training.
The screen disappeared and Jellybean was back on screen, smiling fondly.
“That was very nice of her” Caesar cooed.
“She’s the greatest, she gives me all of her extra food, she says I have to keep up strength.”
Cesar’s eyes widened surprised, as the audience awwwwed
“Well I think that’s all for you Jellybean and Dilton, good luck to you both.”
They were shooed off stage and jughead could finally breathe.
“That’s a good thing” Joaquin spoke “she’s forming an alliance.
"I don’t know” Jughead mumbled skeptically, his eyes drawn to the screen as the same beautiful blonde appeared on the screen, her arm linked with the most good looking boy he had ever seen he heard Veronica physically gasp.
“Elizabeth Cooper and Finnick Odair District 4!”
He gestured to the two teenagers dressed in matching seashells and aqua. The ocean, beautiful.
“So we’ll start with you ms.cooper, you volunteered for your sister Polly? It was very noble.”
“My sister is pregnant, she would not have made it, I’ve been trained for this, we’ve been trained for this.” She glanced over at her partner and Jughead felt his stomach clench, was that jealousy? This was not the time to be jealous, those two were walking into their death.
“Yes of course, you two are careers?” Caesar asked
The boy named Finnick shook his head
“We were raised to be in the games, but we are not cruel or vicious, not like some others.” He was talking about Jason and Cheryl Blossom form district 2, they were wild and almost feral.
“Let’s take a look shall we.”
The screen flickered back to the practice arena, it showed Finnick expertly swinging a trident, it was terrifying. It turned to Betty who smiling widely at Finnick as she showed her own talent.
Six knives were tucked into her belt, quickly she had thrown them, hitting every single target in less than six seconds. The whole of Pops gasped, oh, so she was most definitely a career.
When the screen flicked back Finnick and Betty were smiling proudly.
“But that’s not all.” Ceasar waved frantically a the screen came back down.
Betty was Helping Jellybean into the tight training suit and the little girl was giggling as Betty made silly faces and Finnick ran in and began throwing handful of sugar cubes at the girls.
Jughead felt his heart ache, that was his little sister and she was laughing, this beautiful district 4 tribute had given Jellybean the chance to be a child for just a little longer.
Ceasar filled the screen again as he wiped fake tears from his eyes
“It’s beautiful how you’ve taken the little jellybean under the wing.”
Betty turned to the screen, a look of pure defiance in her eyes
“She’s just a little girl, with a family out there. She has an older brother my age and I want to tell him, she will be safe for as long as I can help it. I promise you.” The screen flicked back quickly, it wasn’t safe to divulge plans especially when they disagreed with the capital.
“That’s all for today folks! We’ll see you in the games. May the odds be ever in your favor!”
The screen went black and Jughead pulled his hands from the seat, his fingernails were bloody from digging so hard but his heart felt lighter.
Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?
Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend.
Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining. (AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)
Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it.
Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.
Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful.
Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.
Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.
Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way)
Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting. “Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.”
Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.
Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective.
Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.
Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.
Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again.
Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!!