the melody festival

Mello masterpost Swedish translated

With Melodifestivalen 2017 coming up, less than a month left now, what is more suiting than a vocabulary list regarding Mello? Here are some good to know words that might be in the shows:

Melodifestivalen - Melody festival
Nummer - Number   (As in Melodi nummer x - Melody number x)
Ett, två, tre, fyra, fem, sex, sju, åtta, nio, tio, elva, tolv - One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve
Nu kör vi - Here we go
Musiktävling - Music competition
Europa - Europe
Vinnare - Winner
Deltävling - Part competition (directly translated, think like semi final except there are four of them)
Andra chansen - Second chance
Bidrag - Contribution (directly translated, but in this context Bidrag is more like contestant. Bidrag is the song competing)
Artist - Artist/performer/singer
Låtskrivare - Songwriter
Telefonrösta - Telephone-vote
Underhållning - Entertainment
Populär - Popular
Poäng - Point/points
Karriär - Career
Upptempo - Upbeat
Stjärna - Star
Energisk - Energic
Fantastisk - Amazing
Genombrott - Breakthrough
Seger - Victory
Turné - Tour
Hjärta - Heart
Framgång - Success, luck, prosperity
Succé - Success
Startfält - Starting field
Genre - Genre (But genre in Swedish is pronounced more like Shanger. Listen to google translate or something pronounce it, it’s one of the most illogical words we have)

Feel free to make Swe-Eng requests!

Ficmas Part 4

She’s awoken from her mid-afternoon nap by the smell of gingerbread. Lifted right up off of the couch by her nose like a dog in an early morning cartoon caught by the scent of bacon or sausages. She’s not entirely sure that she doesn’t float her way into the kitchen.

Chloe’s back is to her, her body aimed away from Beca and moving rhythmically to the festive melodies of Mariah Carey playing over the radio. There’s an apron tied around her neck and waist and baking ingredients scattered around the kitchen worktop.

Beca’s entire being perks up as her sleep-fogged brain starts to understand what’s happening.

“Cookies,” is all she’s able to manage as she shuffles into the kitchen and up behind Chloe. She presses her face into the other woman’s shoulder before she can turn around and so Chloe can only twist her head in acknowledgement. She lets out a chuckle as Beca winds her arms around her middle.

“Not just any cookies,” Chloe corrects. “Gingerbread ladies.” Beca lets out an indecent groan of appreciation for the former part of that description, then lifts herself up on her tiptoes to see over Chloe’s shoulder at the latter.

“Ladies?” Sure enough, laid out across the baking sheet on the counter in front of Chloe are a line of cookie-cutter women in the process of being iced. “Are those-”

“Our outfits from the twenty-fourteen Annual Bella Christmas Concert? Why, yes!” Chloe sounds positively gleeful and just like the Grinch, Beca’s heart grows three sizes at her tone. Nothing makes her happier than a happy Chloe.

It’s sort of disgustingly domestic, but it’s true.

It’s also precisely why she’d invited all of the Bellas for an early Christmas dinner and, more than likely, why they’d all agreed. Chloe had been thrilled.

“They aren’t going to be here until tomorrow,” Beca points out, angling at something, and Chloe turns in her arms to regard her with a lone, raised eyebrow. She has flour on her face and her hair is a little frazzled in its loose ponytail. Her apron, Beca can now see, is printed with an image of what she assumes is supposed to be Mrs Claus from the neck down.

“Your point being?” Chloe inhales a little more sharply than usual as Beca leans in close enough to press their bodies flush and the reaction, still so fresh even after three years of dating, makes her forget to care about the flour that’s now probably all over her clothes as well as the front of Chloe’s apron.

“Do you really expect,” she starts slowly, hands moving behind Chloe, eyes never leaving twin pools of crystalline blue. “These to last,” she bring a stolen gingerbread lady around between them, “until then?” And quickly bites off a corner of one of the miniature Fat Amy’s heads. Chloe’s eyes bulge.

“Beca!” She makes a show of slapping the brunette’s hand, but doesn’t try to take the cookie out of it. There would be no point now. Beca ignores the admonishment, groaning again, purposefully obscene, and rolls her eyes blissfully into the back of her head. Chloe stills, staring at her with wide, twinkling eyes. “If you keep making sounds like that, you won’t be the only one eating something in this kitchen.” Beca almost chokes in the middle of swallowing but inevitably ends up taking the warning as a challenge.

The rest of the sounds that follow are purely involuntary and Beca doesn’t have to worry about getting flour on her clothes for much longer.