#... or at worst portugal

[silkclove]

if you think it can‘t get worse than this wait for england tomorrow 🤭

[lovvecherrymotion]

defending chico online isn't enough i need a gun

[trentxaa]

me wondering why tf the eu voted to reduce the protections for wolves (they've almost gone extinct in europe in the past) and apparently it all started when fuckass ursula van der leyen had one of her horses killed by a wolf like----- i rly cannot wait for that woman to drop dead

[banemmanan]

*Finland getting 12 points from a jury vote*

CROWD GOES WILD!!!

*hosts re-capping the top 3 so far*

"And Sweden are in the lead!"

Crowd" *polite woo*

[maivalkov]

WIP

Tagged by @needcake ~~~ So turbulent was João’s life and luck that when he was framed, lost his job, and subsequently found himself kicked from his abode, he simply counted the coin in his palm and said oh well. Let’s try again. The question was: where to begin? Working for the docks had been alright in terms of pay, and got a nod of approval from the locals in the bar. João learnt various knots from the sailors who visited, shared in their tales of adventures afar, but he’d fit in too well for some people’s liking. That rapport birthed jealousy in his older, rotten peers, and lead to his current state of affairs. He could always return to Antwerp. He’d landed there first after leaving Lisbon, and the people had been rather kind. The port could use another pair of hands, but then—João thought mid-stride, ducking and weaving through the busier streets—he would rather be sailing than helping moored ships. Sometimes work had been agony in that respect. So close to the sea, yet bound to the land. Becoming a sailor himself ought to right that situation, yet that came with its own set of risks. Boats sunk on the daily (according to the gossip) and João would like to survive. He’d want to be captain of his very own ship—the man to respect upon the waves, rather than lost to the inky abyss. “No drowning for me, no- oh! Excuse me,” said João, having bumped right into a queue. A line of men and women, all pleasing on the eyes, filed through a low archway and up narrow, worn stairs, waiting to enter a garret home. Feathers were ruffled. The silly peacocks. They worshipped their reflections in hanging copper pans, the murky glass of nearby windows, or puddles formed between cracked cobblestones. The interruption made them stand a little taller, wrinkling noses when João moved along. “What’re you waiting for?” he asked, curious.  Only a young man felt the need to respond, dressed in a jacket of fine quality, but several sizes too large for his lanky frame. A temporary loan, or a cruel hand-me-down.

“An opportunity. A rare one, at that.” What a useless response, indeed. João pretended it had helped nonetheless. He aah’d as if all the wisdom of the world had come forth, seeped through skin and bone, and left him a satisfied man. ~~~ Thank you very much for the tag, cake. 💖 @helianskies please bless us with another of your wips ;3

[under-the-ladder]

Semi 1 thoughts, pt. 1

Positive surprises

Latvia 🇱🇻 It still hurts to see them out 🥺 Sudden Lights' performance had everything - it was simplistic yet classy, perfect vocals and atmosphere, beautiful visuals and props (the reflectors) ahhh I have literally nothing else to say except: perfection

Portugal 🇵🇹 Fire!! 🔥 Even though I have a love-hate relationship with the song itself, this performance really surprised me! Mimicat has a great charisma and the choreography really elevated the song. Wishing the sofa was there, that would only underline the cabaret-like character of the song

Switzerland 🇨🇭 Controversial opinion ahead! Remo exceeded my expectations by 10x. That was the definition of vocal perfection for me 😳 Damn, give him some credit! I'm okay with Switzerland qualifying, although I still think the message and the context in which it is presented is kinda insensitive. Happy for him though!

Netherlands 🇳🇱 Not that bad vocally, at least compared to what I expected after some of what folks have been saying after the rehearsals. The changes did not mess up the song. I loved the atmosphere they created on stage, the lighting!! the backgrounds!! the outfits!! Actually would like to see them qualify, but I had the song quite high in my personal rankings beforehand

Azerbaijan 🇦🇿 Ohh I guess I didn't realize how cute those guys were?? Not a fan of the song or the outfits still, I just expected them to turn out worse, but not the final material nonetheless

[jyndor]

hmm so I wanted to read about that weak bitch rhodesia for a moment and well, well, well what do we have here

look what I found fucking birds of a fashy feather (need to learn about malawi and why they were being Like That, I don't have much education on malawi - the rest i fucking know all too well)

also the boldness of the us to vote for the sanctions and just completely ignore them anyway, I mean that tracks but it's still wild to me

I'm actually not really a communist but it is so interesting to see how horrible anti-communist states and movements are. anti-communist countries are like "I can excuse racism but I draw the line at being mean to rich people🥺"

omg we're so fucking annoying anyway good on the oas for calling the us out on the bullshit

but this part made me laugh ngl

it did not, thankfully

anyway fuck ian smith

[thesugarhole]

quick venting post just as i finally began internalizing 'oh well play the cards im dealt' and try to find some comfort in the life i currently have and making future plans to go for an easier get-by once i have a safety net (savings) its like. im suddenly and steadily bombarded by messages like 'make sure you do what you want now dont let life take you on the predicted path its a risk you gotta take' like fucking hello??? theyre not mutually exclusive to a degree but its also... idk to explain its like if you dont have it planned from 10 years old then you might have some good experiences but its never the life youll want. and its direct conflit with 'never too late to start doing something'

yesterday night for example i opened the 'news' (its more articles full of advertising and soccer than actual news) tab on my phone and there was one like 'tips from CEO who retired at 44!' and it w

boiled down to, quote 'having life planned to the microscopic detail by the time she was 20' (im 27 this year, fucking come on) studied hard, worked hard for the first youthful years, made it to portugal microsoft ceo(?) and amassed enough to retire early.

it was mentioned she lost her parents early (at 50yos, but how old was she then?) that helped push her to plan it like this but like. well first of all i guess im still too bright eyed because i dont believe this ceo thing possible without loosing morals/ideals along the way (ive yet to met a ceo thats not incredibly out of touch and wants to fuck over everyone and everything for their own gain), but i find it harder to believe there was no silver spoon, especially for those first years. granted if shes 44 now she probably had an easier economy then, but hm. millions work hard from the moment theyre born, how come they don't retire at 44?

the investments. there it was. 'oh i invested in real estate and other small things' thats not hard work, thats gambling. and thats the exact moral loss i expected, the way real estate in portugal is now. and god this pisses me off so much what the FUCK does 'invest in real estate' EVEN MEAN?? you want me to buy stocks off some company?? you want me to buy a house and become a landlord?? i dont even have a place for myself, much less for the tourists and digital nomads. and for every one person saying they got rich off investing, oh you gotta invest smart etc theres 10 currently trying and bleeding money and about 30 that already gave up on it. like it genuinely feels like any other get rich quick scheme where its disheartening that it worked for a couple people and those couple people already had money to begin with

idk if any if this is gonna make sense im writing from heart and whatever the text leads but you understand this right. like my current goal is to just find something later on that will pay decent, not make me slowly but steadily give up on it and have personal time for hobbies. and then i get this shit thrown at me. in 4 months ive been broken down enough that the ridiculous honey pot that is 'invest! stocks! etc!' is starting to appeal to me. like i am not going to be different from the other failure cases im not one lottery away from being set for life. and at the very least im not putting money in the machine selling 40m2 studio apartments for 1 million euros to foreigners while throwing people in the streets if they had houses, jail if they were illegally occupying abandoned houses with no roof. fuck sakes

[appalachy]

Jest bardzo zle kochani i need to bring out the heavy artillery for tomorrow

[potatokroos]

now that brazil just lost, i fear we are one step closer from my worst nightmare happening (arg*ntina vs engl*nd world cup final) and i only had one hope to prevent that (france)

[owlrolls]

Well i mean,,, compared to all the other years, the entries just,,, sucked ass but i mean slay ig

[oh-a-very-toxic-octopus]

Tonight in the gloom I braved the sexy spot

and met some dogs and a whole hidden Intermarché.

Explain to me why you did not list this Intermarché when I searched for grocery shops, Google, you idiot robot. I shopped at a Spar because of you.

[tsimikussy]

do commentators get paid extra every time they mention ronaldo by name or

[kuronekonerochan]

Nothing motivates the french like representations of their leaders that they can personally maim and destroy. That teacher was a genius and she knew exactly how to reach the heart of every french person. It's a pity because I would have been the target school age for this if they ever made a charity and motivated me with little figures of Durão Barroso for me to maim and destroy.

Exactly 20 years ago (give or take a few days) like most French schoolchildren I was given a piggy bank to collect yellow coins (small change). It was a charity campaign called Opération Pièces Jaunes, to help hospitalised children, but my classmates & I were quite indifferent to the charity aspect because all we cared about was the fact that our teacher started giving us a candle in the shape of President Jacques Chirac every time we returned our little box filled with coins. 

We were completely enraptured by those candles and the way the president’s face would start melting hideously if we let them burn long enough. Without any kind of deliberation among ourselves we turned it into a class-wide contest—it was obvious to everyone that the point of the Yellow Coins charity campaign was to win many little Chiracs and melt them to make the face of our president as freakishly deformed as possible. We exchanged them for pogs and marbles. We had recently learnt about the Plague in history class, with great relish, hence one lucky girl who managed to obtain a particularly monstrous half-melted face with a big wax bubble reminiscent of a bubo sold it way above the going rate, for 12 galaxy marbles—a fortune. (I was among the losers of this auction, and commented in my diary, with deep regret, “It’s just what it would look like if the President had the bubonic plague!”) Every day after school we went round town begging passersby for coins with something akin to mania in order to get more Chiracs to burn into ever ghastlier shapes. An old lady we ambushed in front of the church praised us warmly for our charitable spirit.

Eventually our teacher ran out of candles and this odd chapter of my childhood ended as abruptly as it had started. Our class was congratulated in front of the whole school for being by far the most ardently devoted to the cause (we got ~15kg of coins.) I wonder if the principal asked our teacher what her secret was to make us collect a truly astonishing amount of coins compared to the other classes, and how he reacted when she replied that she motivated us with busts of the President. One teacher gave a Carambar for a full box of coins, another believed that helping sick children should be incentive enough, but our teacher, an expert in child psychology, was alone in her conviction that the best way to go about this was to hand out human wax effigies for her students to burn.

[soufre-de-paris]

[scream2011]

world cup is getting scarier by the day bc i can picture a brazil vs portugal match in the final and portugal winning CANT happen