#Windows95man

[giftvitaliana]

[kattycatsncoffee]

self-confidence we’re all dreaming about

[escmemesandstuff]

Randomised sims be like

[because-its-eurovision]

Good luck 🇫🇮

[gingerhufflepuff-sheena]

This. Is Eurovision.

[fluffyninja91]

brb, I'm going to listen to "Rim Tim Tagi Dim", "Europapa", "No Rules" and "The Code" on repeat

[tulisydan]

”Greetings for Jere!”

[damiannasworld]

Aino Areena, Järvenpää 09.11.24

📸 Tuomas Girsen

[madeofbrokenstuff]

Henri definitely belongs to the bf pokedex 🥰

(credits: escheartbeats on tiktok)

[jeres-red-g-string]

uudenmusiikinkilpailu via Ig

okay but let me just😫🤲🏻

[huhhahheii]

📸 nemothings via IG stories

[unetonriehuja]

windows95man ig story

[corr1e]

Hi, it’s been two weeks since I went to see Käärijä perform on that cursed day at the village held by the cursed contest I once had a three decade long deep and undying love for. But that’s a different story for perhaps a different time. Just thought I’d drop some photos in here. (If I see these wander about elsewhere uncredited I will hunt you down in your dreams)

[musicalislife]

New boyfriend added to the Boyfriendex

[carta-velina]

Matti ♥️

[enter-the-phantom]

Okay, sit down, Tumblr. Let me get on my soapbox for a moment.

I want to talk about Windows95Man and Henri Piispanen and why we should all be applauding them. And no, this isn’t another “crown the pantsless Finn” shitpost.

I know I joke about my love for these two a lot, and I’ve kind of become the Windows95Man guy this week, but with all the drama and chaos going on, they really do deserve recognition for what they did. And I’m so dead serious about that. There is a reason I adore this stupid act so goddamn much.

This competition was a shitshow and was very stressful, for the performers as well as the audience. It was tense and hostile, and even when our favorites for the win were performing, we could never really relax because we wanted so badly for them to beat the team that should not have been there and that was turning this into a nightmare for everyone involved. We were so scared of the points and the voting at every turn, wondering if the EBU was going to pull another stunt. It was miserable even when our favorites did well. And we are all heartbroken for Joost. It was a disgrace and it wasn’t fun.

Now. “No Rules!” was the joke entry and it never stood a chance in hell and everyone knew it. I guarantee you they knew it and they never expected to get this far. But for a few minutes, everyone got to forget about the cruelty and the politics and the unfair treatment and the harassment, and just watch a crazy dude run around pantsless on stage. We got to be consumed by pure, unbridled joy and happiness for a few minutes, together, because this entry wasn’t a threat to anyone’s win and never set out to be. They did not come here to win—according to Teemu himself, they came to spread a few moments of joy to a world and an audience that desperately needed it. That is all they came to do. And that is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

It is such a deeply moving and wonderful thing to watch people laughing together with the people they hated only moments ago. The way the crowd roared when that stupid denim egg opened was a truly emotional moment in a way I can’t quite express. No matter what flag they were waving, everyone in that audience was singing along and cheering on these two madmen, united in the sheer hilarity and chaos of those few minutes. When that man’s shorts descended from the rafters and he lit those sparklers, we weren’t crying for Joost or worrying about the final outcome or panicking. We were laughing, and we were laughing together. Laughter is healing and it’s unifying. And it may have been only a few moments in a week that was bitter and stressful for all involved, but that is worth something to unite people in such a way.

According to all sources, the Finnish team was nothing but kind and warm to everyone and did exactly what they set out to do. They can go home with their heads held high knowing they made people smile. I have so much deep respect for these two and their team for being the joy and fun this competition was so sorely missing. They never lost that spark and that drive to make people happy, because that was their only goal. And it’s probably melodramatic because I’m a performer myself. But they are my heroes for it. And I mean that with all the sincerity I have.

With all the drama and the horrible things happening in this organisation and the world at large, I just don’t want us to forget two of the unsung heroes just because their entry was never a real contender. They deserve better than that, because they more than succeeded in what they came out here to do.

All the love and all the applause in the world to Teemu Keisteri and Henri Piispanen, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. 🇫🇮❤️���