#and now with the preview about the eye transplant and day maybe seeing again

[airenyah]

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 13*

Did I inadvertently make Sonny a supervillain? Maybe.

Chapter 12

Chapter 14

HAHAHA SOOOOO funny story....if you saw the "preview" post, turns out I didn't even get that far written down. My bad!

I really did want to, and I was almost there, but it's gotta go to fifteen and too much story in chapters won't leave enough to stretch! I'm sorry!!!

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Meanwhile

At the hospital Sonny walked into your room where you were talking with the doctor. The doctor acknowledged Sonny when he came in.

“As I was telling Miss Y/L/N, she unfortunately is going to need a liver transplant,” He looked at both of you grimly. “And unfortunately because of her years of alcohol abuse and history with addiction, she won't be that high on the transplant list. I'm uncertain if she'll even get one,”

“Oh god…” Sonny whispered, looking at you. You had tears in your eyes, still in shock over what the doctor was actually saying. Your brain couldn't really process it; and even if it could, you weren't really sure that you cared if you lived or died at this point seeing as you lost the one good thing in your life.

“Is there any way that I could donate part of my liver?” Sonny asked.

“Well that's what I was going to talk to you about Mr. Carisi,” the doctor said. “If you have any friends or family members that you think would be a good match and would like to get tested to donate their liver; I would suggest doing so as soon as possible. Usually immediate family members are the best match,”

“Yeah of course,” Sonny nodded. But in his mind he was thinking he didn't know if he could convince any of his and your family members to donate part of their liver. Changing their lives completely for a girl that had been nothing but trouble since she came to live with them. He could at least get tested though.

He walked over to you as the doctor walked out and held your hand. “How are you doing sunshine?” He asked.

“I.. I think I need a minute to process all of this, Sonny. Can you please...leave me alone?” you said softly, trying not to cry.

“Yeah sure, whatever you want,” He nodded softly and walked out of the room.

He instantly felt the guilt in remembering what he had told Rafael yesterday. He did promise him that if something went wrong with you he would call him but he also didn't want him to get any closer. But his guilt overruled his worry, so he texted him:

“Y/N is going to need a liver transplant, if you want to get tested,”.

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Rafael immediately showed up at the hospital where Sonny met him in the waiting room.

“Where is she?” Rafael was practically huffing and puffing, he ran so fast when he got Sonny’s text.

“Hey, slow your roll there counselor,” Sonny put a hand up. “I just asked you to come down here and get tested to see if you wanted to donate to her,”

“For what? To prove how much I care about her to you? Is that some kind of test?” Rafael clenched his fists.

“Maybe.. I don't know... I was just desperate Rafael, okay? And I promised you I would,” Sonny yelled.

“Okay well I want to see her first," Rafael demanded.

“No way,” Sonny protested. “First you get tested. And then if you’re a match, I'll let you see her,”

“What?” Rafael blinked. “You’re insane--”

“So you're just gonna refuse to potentially save my cousin’s life, just because I won't let her see you. Is that really loving her at all?” Sonny pointed out

“...All right, show me where to go,” he sighed, defeated. Rafael hated that he was right, but he was. After a few minutes Rafael was done getting his blood work and he returned to the waiting room where Sonny was.

“Have you gotten tested yet?” Rafael asked.

“Obviously, I was the first one to do it, Barba.” Sonny replied in an obvious tone.

“And…?”

“...And I'm not a match,'' he sighed.

“And the rest of your family?” Rafael asked.

“....Most of them haven't gotten back to me yet,” Sonny admitted in a small voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Rafael asked, astonished.

“Well I mean...I told you my family's history with Y/N,” Sonny rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“But she's dying!” Rafael practically screamed. “You're telling me not one person in your family has a fucking heart to at least try and help their niece/cousin out when they're dying?!”

“Look you have no room to judge my family, okay Barba?!” Sonny argued back. “You don’t know what we’ve all been through--”

“What YOU’VE been through?!” Rafael was now full out screaming, he was livid. “God the whole Carisi clan is a bunch of martyrs, aren’t they? Everything happens to them, they never do anything wrong,”

“Hey FUCK OFF, Barba,” Sonny shoved Rafael, getting heated himself. If there was one thing you didn’t do, it was to insult his family.

“Whatever,” Rafael calmed himself, looking around at the shocked spectators. “How long does it take to find out if you're a match or not?

“Actually just like a few minutes they run it through a computer and see if your blood type matches up with hers.” Sonny answered softly, hoping the onlookers would go back to their business. As if on cue the doctor returns to the waiting room with a piece of paper.

“Well Mr. Barba, it looks like you're a perfect match to Y/N’s blood type,” He smiled as he handed Rafael the piece of paper.

“As if there was any doubt,” Rafael smiled as he read the results. He knew you were a perfect match from the moment you met, now he had physical proof of it.

“Great…” Sonny muttered.

“Alright, so here’s your proof,” Rafael presented the paper to Sonny. “We are perfectly matched. Now let me see her,”

“...Nah I still think you need to actually do it, Barba,” Sonny denied him again.

“Excuse me?” Rafael was absolutely floored. He couldn’t believe Sonny was making him jump through this many hoops just to see you. He knew he was against you being together, but this was above and beyond.

“Look Barba, we don’t know if Y/N’s body is gonna take to your liver. And she could die on the table. There are so many more moving parts and I don’t want you to start getting your hopes up or getting closer to her and then she dies on you. And-- And I don’t want her to get closer to you if she’s dying because then she’ll just be angry at God.”

“You’re fucking delusional you know that Carisi?” Rafael spat. “This isn’t about sparing my feelings, or even Y/N’s. It’s about you, and what you want to do. And you want to keep us apart-- and I’ll bet money it’s not for all the ‘noble’ reasons you proclaim either,”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Barba,” Sonny laughed. “You cannot possibly think this is just because of some crush I have on you--”

“Oh I absolutely do, Carisi,” He stepped towards him. Sonny was substantially taller than Rafael, but he intimidated Sonny nonetheless with his aggressive stance and personality.

“Well it’s not,” Sonny stepped forward as well, towering over Rafael this time. “And regardless of the reason, you’re still getting anywhere near her until I say so,” He had never stood up to Rafael like this, and Rafael didn’t like it.

“...I’m only doing this for her, know that,” Rafael growled as he went to set up an operation time.

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Meanwhile, Sonny went to tell you the good news. He practically sprinted down the hall and swung your door open with a huge happy smile.

“What in God’s name did they give you, and where can I get one?” You teased him.

“Guess what Sunshine,” He beamed at you. [pun intended]

“What’s that?”

“Turns out I’m a match for you!” He threw his arms around you. “Thank God, I was so scared I was gonna lose you,”

“Oh, really?” You gave him a small smile. “That’s great,”

“Y’know you don’t sound as excited as a person who just found out they’re NOT dying, Sunshine!”

“Oh no,” You nodded while trying to smile wider. “I’m ecstatic,”

“Well good, because I kinda like you and want to keep you around a little longer,” He put you in a soft headlock and noogie’d your hair.

“Ha ha,” You rolled your eyes with a smile. “So, are you gonna go set this whole thing up or what?”

“Oh yeah,” Sonny remembered Rafael was still in the vicinity. “Yeah of course Sunshine, I’ll go tell the doctor now, yeah?” He started to get up off your bed.

“Sonny,” You put a hand on him before he stood up.

“Yeah, Sunshine?”

“Have you..” You picked nervously at your blanket. “Um, have you...talked to Rafael?”

“Ah,” Sonny felt a pang of guilt, knowing at that very moment Rafael was signing his liver away to save your life, and you thought he didn’t think twice about you.

“Actually, no,” He lied. “He’s been wrapped up in this huge court case, he’s basically been out of touch to anyone,”

“Oh,” You answered softly. “Well, maybe when I--”

“Oh did I tell you?” Sonny interjected. “I found this great place up state for after you’re healed a bit more. You’re gonna love it. It’s lush, and the scenery is--”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” You blinked. “After I’m healed?”

“Well, yeah,” Sonny replied. “Y’know, I know what I said before but I think we both know you need to--”

“Go away,” You finished his sentence in a monotone.

“...Yeah,” He nodded.

“But--” You looked up at him. “Y-You want to send me to Upstate New York?”

“Well, Sunshine it’s this very nice--”

“I thought you’d maybe send me to Village Care, or Mountainside, some little 30 day treatment center Sonny,” You began to get upset the more you thought about being sent away so far. “Not fucking upstate New York!!!”

“Hey, it’s one of the best in the country, Y/N,” Sonny became serious. “You’re damn lucky I got you in, and so quickly too!”

“Oh gee, thanks so much Sonny,” You crossed your arms. “Thanks so much for jumping at the chance to get me as far away from you as possible,”

“It’s not away from me, it’s away from--!” Sonny caught himself, but you had already heard it.

“...Away from who?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Away from-- all of this, Sunshine,” He tried to change the subject.

“You’re a fucking liar,” you scowled.

“HEY,” Sonny bellowed. “Don’t use that language with me, young lady,”

“Oh good God,” You rolled your eyes. “It’s Rafael, isn’t it?” You didn’t let up.

Sonny tried to think of anyone else, but he couldn’t. Luckily, he thought of something better.

“Yeah, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice. “You need to get away from him so that you can get over this little-- thing you have for him,”

“Why?” Your eyes narrowed.

“Because he doesn’t love you!” He cried. “Because you freaked him out with your little stunt!”

“I don’t believe you,” Your voice filled with dread.

“You don’t believe me?” Sonny laughed. “Y/N did you know his dad died from drinking? In front of him?” He really wasn’t sure about that, but he’d say what he needed to sell this.

“...He didn’t say that he died,” You said softly.

“Well, he did. And you basically died in his arms, that brought all of it back up. And it fucking traumatized him,”

“No…” You shook your head. That couldn't be true. You could not have caused him that much pain-- god what was wrong with you?!

“You wanna know why he’s been so out of touch?” Sonny continued. “Because he’s been so upset he had to drown himself in work to cope with what you did to him!”

“...I…” Tears welled up in your eyes as the guilt began to eat you alive.

“Look, Sunshine,” He lowered his voice and sat back down on the bed.

“I don’t mean to throw so much tough love at ya, but-- he’s still my good friend, and you hurt him. I know you didn’t mean to, and I know you got hurt too. So, I just think that it’s better for all of us if you just--”

“Get as far away from here as possible,”

“I mean, I wouldn’t say it like that,” Sonny tried to be positive. “Just, you need to go to the best place that will help you heal-- your body and your heart,”

“....Yeah, I guess you’re right,” You nodded, wiping tears from your face.

“Good,” He kissed your forehead and stood up, heading to the door. “Now get some rest, I’ll see if we can get this over and done with by tomorrow, I don’t want you staying in this place more than you have to,”

“Thanks Sonny,” You gave him a genuine smile. “You’re a good cousin,”

"I try," He smiled and blew you a kiss before walking out the door.

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Sonny raced down the hall to the surgeon’s office where Rafael was finishing filling out paperwork.

“So, did you tell her?” Rafael asked.

“Tell her what?”

“Did you tell her I’m saving her life and I’ll see her in a few days?”

“Oh,” Sonny felt sweat on his forehead. “Yeah, totally. She’s excited,”

“So why hasn’t she texted me?”

“Oh her phone died,” Sonny lied. “I actually have to run and get her a charger, you can come with me,”

“Of course I can…” Rafael rolled his eyes sarcastically. “The surgery’s early tomorrow morning, I put off my court dates until the end of next week, that should give us both enough time to heal,”

“Sounds good,” Sonny shot him a thumbs up.

“And you are gonna let me see her after all of these fucking hoops, right Carisi?”

“Yeah, of course Barba,” He laughed nervously. “I’m not a monster,”

“Good boy,” Rafael patted him on the head like his puppy.

Sonny wanted to rip that smug little smile off Rafael’s face, but knowing he was going to have the rug pulled out from under him was enough for him.

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The next morning

The surgery nurse came in around 4 am, way too cheerful for that god awful hour.

“Hello dear!” She smiled brightly as you while you moaned and groaned. “I’ve come to prep you for surgery,”

“...Where’s my cousin?” You asked groggily.

“Uh, I’m not sure…” She shook her head while she injected something into your IV. Then she helped you maneuver with all your wires and contraptions to the wheeled bed which take you to the OR.

“...What the hell did you just give me?” You rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Oh it’s the pre-anesthesia,” She explained. “The girls and I call it ‘giggle juice’,”

“...Like alcohol?” Your eyes widened.

“No, no dear calm yourself,” The nurse assured you. “It’s some medicine that will make you loopy, you won’t remember a thing I promise you,”

“Mmm..kay…” You blinked several times, feeling the drug take affect. Everything quickly went fuzzy, and you felt nice and warm. You realized that you were being wheeled down the hall now, with heated blankets on top of you. You felt like a cozy little burrito, safe in a tortilla.

You felt yourself being rolled into an OR, many masked people were there to greet you. They all had smile eyes behind their masks, they made you feel as safe as possible. Then, they rolled you next to...Rafael?

“....R-Raff---?” You could barely speak from the meds, but your eyes lit up at the sight of him.

“Hey…” He mumbled dreamily, his green eyes sparkling at you. Clearly he had some ‘giggle juice’ of his own.

“I--I don’t…” You shook your head, trying to grasp what was happening. Wasn’t Sonny supposed to be the one laying next to you? Was this Sonny and you were just seeing Rafael’s face?

“Hey hey hey shh,” Rafael shook his head softly and reached out for your hand. You poked it out through the burrito blanket and took his-- it was real. He was really there. He was giving you his liver, to save your life.

“I love you, Y/N,” He smiled the biggest smile you’d ever seen on a human.

“...Really?” You bit your lip with your own huge smile. You prayed to God this was NOT a drug induced dream. “I love you too,”

“Alright you two lovebirds,” You heard the surgeon chuckle. “There will be time enough for this after you’re sharing a liver,”

Wait. This means Sonny lied to you. Was he lying about everything? Was he lying when he said Rafael wanted a clean break? Was Sonny just trying to keep you two apart?

All of your realizations and questions were quickly silenced by the gas mask going over your face.

“Now count down from ten, dear,” The anesthesiologist instructed you. You wanted to say no, that you had to talk to Rafael before all of this happened. But you glanced over to see he was already out, and soon you were too.

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in a recovery room with a huge window. The sun was streaming in and welcoming you back to the world. You looked down to see a huge incision sewn up by several stitches with clear gauze and tape holding it together. It didn’t hurt yet, but you figured you were still on a lot of pain meds. You wondered how Sonny was doing, if the surgery went well for him too. Soon a nurse came into check on you.

“Well dear, how are we feeling?”

“Ah good,” You smiled weakly. “I guess as good as I can anyway,”

“Oh of course,” She nodded sweetly as she changed your bandages and replaced your fluids.

“Do you know how my cousin’s doing?” You asked her, causing her to furrow her eyebrows.

“Your cousin?” She repeated. “Well dear, I’m sure he’s fine. He hasn’t gotten here yet, probably the morning rush hour traffic,”

“...What?” Now you were the one to furrow your eyebrows. “What do you mean he’s not here? Didn’t he--”

“Oh, look at that,” The nurse quickly finished switching the IV’s and looked at her tablet. “I’m late for my rounds. You rest up sweetie and I’ll come back tonight to get you ready to leave,”

“Rest up?” You repeated softly to yourself as she walked out of the room. “Leave?”

What did any of that mean? And why wasn’t Sonny already at the hospital? Didn’t he have surgery as well? They would have had to already have done it, right? Otherwise whose liver was inside you right now?! You had so many more questions, but apparently Nurse Ratchet gave you some morphine to knock you out until later that evening.

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Rafael woke up groggily in his hospital room, already in pain. He looked down to see an incision covered in gauze and tape. He looked next to him to see Sonny smiling sadly at him.

“...Oh god,” Rafael began to panic. “What happened?”

“What? Nothing, you’re great. Y/N is great,”

“Good,” He took a sigh of relief. “So when can I see her?”

“Yeah, here’s the thing Barba…”

“Oh no,” Rafael shook his head violently. “No no no no NO, Carisi. You said--”

“I know what I said, Barba,” He nodded. “But see the thing is, the place that I got Y/N too, it’s not only a rehab but it’s a hospital too. And they fill up super fast. So y’know I had to jump at the opening,”

“....What does that even mean, Carisi?” Rafael's eyes narrowed.

“....It means they already took her up there, so she could recover from the surgery and go right into rehab,” He lied. Well, it wasn't a complete lie. You were going to leave in a few hours, after he came and got you of course.

“You son of a bitch!!” Rafael tried to lunge at him from the bed, but his incision began to pull and shot pain through his entire body. He spasmed and fell back into the bed.

“Who whoa whoa there Barba,” Sonny tried easing him down as if he was a bull or a horse. “You’re gonna pop those stitches,”

“You knew you were going to send her away before I could say goodbye, didn’t you?” He glared at Sonny. “You knew this whole time you were never going to let me see her again. I gave her part of my liver!”

“And you saved her life, and I thank you for that Barba. I really do. And that should make you happy, right? The love of your life is going to live a long, happy life because of you,”

“Without me,” He added angrily.

“Well hey now,” Sonny clicked his tongue. “Never say never. Y’know when she’s completely over all of this, and you, maybe someday she’ll make her way back to the city and you guys can have your little weird friendship again, yeah?”

“Why are you doing this to her? To us?” His voice was more sad now, pitiful.

“I’m doing this for her, Barba. Please try and understand that,” Sonny shook his head as he walked towards the door.

“You’ll never get away with this, Carisi! I’ll find her,”

“Damn Barba I’m not a supervillain, cool your jets,”

“Could’ve fooled me,”

“HEY,” Sonny warned. “What I’m doing is for the greater good,”

“Said every supervillain ever,”

"Hurtful, Barba," Sonny put a hand to his chest. "Feel better, yeah?"

Rafael flipped him the bird as he walked out of the room, the door shutting behind him. He searched frantically around his bed for his phone, he had to google Hospital Rehabs, he had to find you.

He would find you, he wouldn't stop until he did.

[neriad13]

The Dororo manga is something that has been very dear to me for a long time. The entire time I was watching the anime, I was mentally weighing it against the manga, trying to decide on which one I thought was better. For the most part, it was a pretty even competition...but then an inciting event happened which significantly tipped me in favor of one over the other. But first, a comparison!

Plot Arcs

 - Bandai: There’s a bit more intrigue in the manga, but on the whole, I think it’s about even here. Bandai’s monster form is freaking beautiful in both of them.

 - The Cursed Sword: The anime wins, by a nose. The mood, the tension, the symbolism, the much more obvious love of Tanosuke for his sister - I think this is one of the best put together episodes in the series. 

However, what it was missing from the manga was Dororo’s anger at the world in general and the reason that he wanted a sword so bad. Anime Dororo picks it up by accident, isn’t following Hyakki around to steal one of his swords to begin with and isn’t a person who gets terribly angry. It’s more of a matter of differently written characters.

Would I have liked to see Anime Dororo get angry though? ...maybe. But that wasn’t what the episode was about.

 - Mio: Point goes to the anime. I love how Mio’s story is expanded and how much more personality she’s given. Hyakki’s rampage is my favorite bit of animation in the entire show. 

It’s also interesting how the placement of Mio’s arc affects what Hyakki’s character is like too. In the manga, by the time he’s telling the story as a flashback, he’s world-weary and his heart has turned to ice. In the anime, his heartbreak is fresh.

 - Dororo’s Backstory: Point to the manga by a wide margin. Dororo’s parents are much less complex and interesting in the anime and the whole episode felt a bit rushed. Of course, that’s a lot of backstory to fit in one episode though.

 - Banmon: Hmmmmm. This arc serves a much different thematic purpose in the anime, though it (somewhat) follows the events of the manga. 

On one hand, the sequence in which Tahoumaru dies is one of my favorite in comics, period. It feels so dreamlike and disconnected from reality and in a manga which doesn’t shy away from showing fountains of blood, it’s shocking in that it doesn’t show a drop. 

On the other hand, OH MY GOD Nui’s near-suicide was heartbreaking, the fact that they gave a backstory for Tahoumaru’s eye was phenomenal and I was utterly shocked and elated that Sukeroku actually found his family.

It’s a draw.

 - Fair Fudo - The anime. The fact that I’m having a hard time remembering how it went down in the manga says it all. Also having Dororo be the one to rescue Hyakkimaru this time was an excellent decision.

 - Sabame: Oh my god, the manga. Bad. Bad anime.

 - Shiranui: Gonna go with the manga here. I am forever salty that the anime left out the “I’m a boy” line.

However, the anime also gets half a point for ACTUALLY PUTTING TREASURE IN THE TREASURE HOARD and not rendering that entire storyline pointless. -.-

 - Nue: There’s not really a point of comparison here. It’s the same monster transplanted in a totally different storyline. But, with that said...

Do I give a single shit about Manga Nue?

Nope.

Do I give a shit about Anime Nue?

Yes.

 - Midoro: Hmm. Another toss-up.

I found Midoro’s death in the manga much more affecting. The image of a dying horse, riddled with arrows, spending her last moments wandering among the fallen - that says something more about the grimness of war and the innocents caught in the middle of it than turning her into a horse bomb ever could.

However...I was so freaking THRILLED that Hyakkimaru got to ride her in the anime. My desktop’s background still contains a screenshot from the episode 22 preview of him doing that. Their stories are not so different and in this adaptation, it felt so eerily natural for them to end up together. Their partnership was utterly horrifying and glorious to watch.

Characters

 - Hyakkimaru: There’s a lot to unpack here. The differences between characterizations are like night and day. So, I’ll start by taking you on a journey.

I loved Manga Hyakki’s snark. I loved his aloofness, his sarcasm, his arsenal of ridiculous weapons, his terror at the thought of having a mother who abandoned him, his rage at the thought of other children being abandoned, the way he hated the fox for telling him who Tahoumaru was more than he hated himself for killing him. 

Watching the first few episodes of the anime was kind of difficult for me. It felt like the snark had been surgically removed and thus, was not there to lighten up the intense drama of the rest of the story. 

But, as time went on and I got to see more of who Anime Hyakki was, he grew on me like nothing else. The stark contrast between his gentleness and his seething hatred of all beings who would take advantage of another, human or demonic. His insistent desire to be heard, to be listened to, even if he has to scream to get the point across. His unshakable resolve in the face of an entire world against him. The fact that his disability is something that actually limits him - that he can’t read minds or use telepathy and that learning to speak is something that takes the entire runtime of the show to accomplish - that is compelling. And so amazingly refreshing.

This one’s a draw.

 - Dororo: The World’s Greatest Thief really doesn’t do a whole lot of thieving in this anime (once. literally once. offscreen. unless you count the attempted theft of Hyakki’s reforged swords). But then again, Dororo is also a way different character in this adaptation.

In the manga, he’s much more of a little snot. He’s furious with the world and constantly looking for ways to get back at it. He travels with Hyakki because he wants to steal from him. He’s not welcome in some villages because he’s such an awful kleptomaniac of a child. I do not have trouble believing that this Dororo has a demon in him that Hyakki has to kill if he wants his arm back.

Anime Dororo...is the complete opposite of that. He’s the kindest, most loving character in the entire show. He looks at a horrible world and doesn’t shake his fist at the sky - he tries his damnedest to make it better. 

Both characterizations have their high points and their low ones. Manga Dororo is an entertaining little monster. Anime Dororo is an angel and the prevailing voice of reason. I think it would have been pretty interesting to end up with a character somewhere in between those two extremes, but, alas.

Manga Dororo’s arc is about taking responsibility and figuring out how to be someone better.

Anime Dororo’s arc is about raising someone else up to be better.

Also calling this one a draw.

 - Tahoumaru: THE ANIME, by a mile. Or more. Way more! It’s not even a question. His depth and complexity, his compassion and anger, his deep love for his land, his people and his friends - HOT DAMN IS THIS A WELL WRITTEN CHARACTER. Manga Tahoumaru looks like a missed opportunity compared to him.

 - Jukai: I wasn’t terribly fond of Anime Jukai at first. My first thought upon seeing the Jukai-centered episode was “Jukai’s an asshole =(”

Like, Jesus Christ, please give him a leg. He limped so far looking for you.

But, over time, I came to understand him better. He is a character in stasis, one who has “given up all power”, responsibility and desire. If he does nothing, if he devotes his life to pointless pursuits for those who can no longer benefit from them, then he can hurt no one. 

Anime Jukai is one of my favorite characters now. The kind, fatherly figure of the manga who was delighted to know that Hyakki loves him has his place, but the point goes to the anime here.

 - Nui no Kata: ANIME. Another character whose role was fantastically expanded, to great affect. Her story feels like the chapter that was left out of the manga.

 - Saburota: Anime Saburota is Saburota in name only. Can’t really compare here.

 - Daigo: To be honest, I don’t find either version of Daigo to be particularly compelling. He’s more important as a plot device than as a person. It’s a draw...unless Daigo’s ending from the stage play makes it to the anime, at which point Anime Daigo would win. 

Stage Play Daigo gave me chills, man.

 - Biwamaru: Our resident cryptic shit and spirit guide might be the only character who made the transition unchanged. He’s exactly like his manga self personality-wise and is the only character whose design was not significantly changed.

 - Shiranui: I really like that anime Shiranui actually fed his arm to the sharks! It’s like he took Manga Shiranui’s desire to be eaten by them and actually acted on it. Anime wins.

 - Itachi: Manga all the way. His sole redeeming features were that he felt badly for stripping Dororo and how he subsequently chose to respect his gender identity. Lacking those features...he’s a much less sympathetic and interesting character. He also went down screaming battle cries at the samurai who were attacking him and defending Dororo. 

Overarching Themes

 - Manga: I believe that the overarching theme of the manga is that of otherness and how the world reacts to it. The hardest hitting scenes for me are the ones in which Hyakki and Dororo are thrown out of a village they saved by villagers unable to understand that they’re just as human as them. Hyakkimaru doesn’t struggle to regain his body because it’d be better than a prosthetic one (acid gun leg! c’mon! the heck would you need a flesh one for?? if it gets shot you can just build another) - he does it because he wants to be seen as human, however long he has to fight to do it. 

 - Anime: Individual vs. collective responsibility. Anime Hyakki actually suffered long term harm because of the demon deal. His prostheses and abilities have considerably more limits. He wants to regain his body because he wants to live and experience all the things he’s been missing. But...in this case there’s a cost. The fact that his actions directly cause calamities in Daigo - that’s a fantastic choice that makes the story bigger than just one person fighting to be human. As much as I love the manga and its themes, I think the anime’s central conflict is slightly more compelling.

The Tipping Point

It was this scene specifically.

The desperation, the futility, the love so strong it destroys - these aren’t things that happen in the manga. 

Manga Hyakki is constantly trying to get rid of Dororo, belittling him, forcibly reading his mind and fighting over something stupid more often than not. He cares about him, in his way, but would his heart crack in two if Dororo died and there was no way he could have prevented it? Probably. For a bit, anyway. Then it would harden again and he’d go back to doing what he was doing without Dororo. 

Their bond in the anime is something else. It is the beating heart of the entire story. It’s the reason why Hyakki is so desperate to get his final pieces back. He wants to be able to save Dororo with hands that can lift a rock. He wants to see the fall colors with him. 

Episode 20 was the one that pushed me over the edge into finding the anime superior to the manga...which is an amazing accomplishment, considering how dear the manga has been to me for so long. 

I cannot believe how excited I am for the final episode.

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switched at birth season 5 episode 8 thoughts with spoilers

live reactions included

Overall, what a mess. People are wrong and they knew it. How come no one can just take the blame like SOMEONE did, and make up for it?

Alright, so we got past the whole drama about the organ transplant and everyone seems to have settled down with Alie. We sort of gave her a second chance (well they did, not me) and they seem to accept her as her own person and the only free pass they’re granting her into their family is how much she connected to Angelo coincidentally through that prism thing. The religion dispute has been settled on a non-forceful identity, the two racists have been expelled, and somehow Daphne will end up with Chris Walker because reasons after severing ties with Mingo(who doesn’t deserve anything at all tbh). Dad yelled at Bay in the preview, and Daphne found out something at the health center. So. Let’s do this.

Chris Walker has not gotten much screentime besides him getting racist treatment and him being a baseball player. After being pretty rude to Travis, we haven’t seen who he is as a PERSON. He’s from a lower class family, needs a good future since he doesn’t seem to have anyone left, and...what?

Alie wasted mac and cheese!!! I CAN’T EXCUSE THAT!!! THIS IS THE MOST INFURIATING THING ALL SEASON!!!! I HATE HER, CONFIRMED!!!!!!!

The simcom has either gotten worse or more unnatural. Because Bay, even though after 4 seasons (or she’s confirmed to be different from whatever I watched from day 1) is talking robotically.

If Daphne said “then we can’t do this” then why does she bother checking Mingo? There’s nothing interesting in his life now! He’s seen as a crazy maniac, or a racist, or just someone not really focused on school at all and just wants to fuck around, literally. With him being a total fuckboy, how did he ever land that second girlfriend!?

“I’m not looking to start a new relationship right now.” I bet within this episode, that will be broken. Or the next one. Because this series doesn’t have much episodes left.

Bay signs “start” without her finger touching the inside of her other hand. Really.

Bay knows of her pretty high share of rent but not her bills and utilities for her own place. Did she assume that Regina would pay for it somehow, since she owns the place it’s right next to? And how would she expect Daphne to read her sign in the dark?!

“The Bank of Kennish is closed for business.” Assuming from that other financial situation last season, or two seasons ago, was it ever open? That huge money spending spree was Angelo’s 5 million dollars.

Dad’s smile here is sure the older generation sneering at the millennials for being poor. Also, I barely remember Bay treasuring her car. You would think it would be seen more if it was treasured, much like Emmett’s motorcycle, which was even named Ripley.

A double date with Regina and Luca. Seeing how you sneered at him about your broken dick, Dad, this would not go well, just as Bay’s ex was invited to your house. Remember that? Me neither.

Bay is hopeless with asking favors of any kind and we didn’t need another season to confirm it.

Working at the cracked mug is probable. It’s literally right next to home, so no gas money needed. Even if you stay late, it’s not a long way back home either. So why not?

A C+ and an A- without the minimum page count. I am pretty damn sure that Luca pulled strings. He always thinks he has a good reason to lie. It’s been there all season.

This is the most accurate professor ever. I never had one like her, but seeing my teacher’s expectations with attendance, this is probable. 100% probable.

Daphne literally asked for this detention for checking Mingo’s instagram. That’s your own dumb ass. Also, you couldn’t hear your professor chastising you for it because you’re deaf.

Bay, it’s not your responsibility. Can you just catch a break? It’s Daphne’s place too!

And that sneer in Chris Walker’s eyes. Yeah. Totally checking her out. And from behind? Sigh.

So a solution to Mingo, a fuckboy, is Chris Walker, a player?! And also, Bay, you dated Nyle Dimarco, who Daphne ALSO said was a total player. Is the receipt pulling over? Fuck.

Getting a tattoo while you’re in a relationship to sort of solidify that relationship, with a name ACROSS YOUR CHEST? Well then. In real life, that’s a mistake, but there’s deadass someone out there with the cash me outside girl, “chicken noodle soup”, and “capable”.

Why are you taking moneymaking advice from someone who abused their previous heart with drugs bought with a ton of money.

WELL HELLO SIMONE. UM. WHY ARE YOU HERE? IS YOUR CHLAMYDIA MAGICALLY CURED? FROM WHEN YOU HOOKED UP WITH EMMETT AND CRASHED BEMMETT, WHICH I WOULD LIKE TO BOTH THANK AND HATE YOU FOR?

Bay is totally forcing a smile because of that one time with emmett, isn’t she? Also, I forgot everything about Simone. Who is she again, besides Toby’s first girlfriend?

Bay’s forced smile is every face in retail.

This conversation makes no sense to me.

The only reason they supported you is because of your magical lipreading. If you were as deaf and as nonlipreading as Travis and literally everyone else is, then it would be completely out the window.

“I’m not cocky, I’m confident.” Weird how the two blur with you, Chris Walker.

Random bleeding, because you need the girl to care about the guy suddenly for some reason for a relationship to happen. This not only happened in this show, but also in Nerve, San Andreas, Max, and every other movie with unnecessary romance.

Simone took one look because down syndrome has an instant facial giveaway. She’s sure rude to him.

“I am so sorry.” okay, even more rude than before.

“It got upgraded when I bled on you.” Oh my god what the fuck...what....wha

You can’t lie to a pre med, Chris Walker.

Also, how many times has that pitching arm been banged up? All of that CANNOT be from he was slammed to the ground.

And Toby is hanging along with that lying trope.

At least Toby is coming back to the main spotlight after his sudden loss of screentime.

“It’s a common place to inject steroids.” WOW.

OKAY, DAPHNE HAS NOW RUN INTO TWO DRUGGIES. WHAT THE HELL.

Bay is having Simone-itis just as Daphne is having Mingo-itis, what a hypocrite.

T SHIRT GUY? FUCK HIM! BUT AT LEAST THE MONEY HELPED. FUCK OFF.

Vanessa Marano can’t take jello shots in real life, this is hilarious.

Bay’s explosion of this was just as forceful as Travis’s glare at the mention of him. “So you’re not with him?” After that hook up? NO!

This is very awkward....

Travis just excused himself.

“She’s always talking like an american in the movies!” And Daphne talks like a deaf person in this show, but talks flawlessly in real life!

Miley cyrus from “tongue pants ball”? That’s obviously wrecking ball. And her latest picture trend with her tongue.

And Luca’s cheating on Regina with the TA that gave her a C+ huh.

At this rate, with your broken dick your pride will heal in probably 1-2 YEARS.

This is the setting where Chris Walker and Daphne kiss. This was even in the first preview of season 5!!!

And how can Daphne read any lips. It’s a dark party.

Random kiss without any logic. Thought so.

“That’s the problem, I actually like you.” You’ve known him for TWO FUCKING DAYS, DAPHNE. TWO DAYS! YOU’RE JUST AS FAST AS YOUR MOM WITH THE MOTORCYCLE LIGHT.

Sigh.

“Why is that a problem?” “Because I’m worried about you.” That’s what happens in love, right? Even this show’s relationships know this.

And Cocky Chris has to prove that he’s right even though Daphne’s right. Why is he even arguing with a pre med.

“by some girl i’ve been on ONE DATE with.” even cocky chris is sick of this fast love bullshit.

okay a convo with the r word. But I’m not even surprised that it has the same guy that stole art because of “fair use”. Why not call his mom again?

I’m actually backing Travis on this. FUCK OFF.

You said it before Carlton but you aren’t offended until now because of Carlton.

“I think most people are trying to say the right thing. They just don’t know how.”

This is the first deaf-deaf conversation i’ve ever seen between Daphne and Travis since...they dated. Well then.

Fire Dad or let Cocky Chris get away with drugs. Well, Dad can barely afford his own lifestyle as it is. Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine.

“This photo will be saved to your favorites” what kind of social media site lets you do that without clear indication of what you’re doing??

What you’re doing, Regina, is exposing him. Fuck Luca.

Oh my god, why are you taking advice from Mom?

“Can I give you advice as a person who’s been married longer than that TA’s been alive?” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

THE WRITERS MUST BE HAVING A BLAST BECAUSE I SURE AM, FOR REAL THIS TIME

You’re going to break all the cups, aren’t you?

Yup. Why did you ever give him that ball since he was drunk.

A small party blew up because you thought your pride with Simone was more important than your PROMISE!

Another financial burden Bay can’t fix.

yeah bay you are a disaster.

So basically Simone has Mom’s job.

“Why are we so competitive?” so your rivalry was forced because girl on girl hate is trending.

And that health center thing was cocky chris’s steroids. Yeah.

Luca calling Regina out, right when Regina was about to call him out for dating the TA.

So the grade deduction was real.

“What have I ever done to make you think I’d cheat?” Well. your convo with Daphne about her possible ptsd.

Why are you reiterating word for word what his dad said.

Now that’s how you introduce Carlton. :3

Cocky Chris.

Get the fuck out of my face.

Also, they would have found out anyway, you dumbass. Drug tests are under way all the time by the time you would get to the royals. Maybe if you stopped, you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing.

Ah Zarra. Your only girlfriend. </3

“The funky artist who can pay her bills.” Yeah.

Goodbye to being a kid? Hmm.

Thanks Dad.

So Chris is mad at Daphne because she’s right, Luca makes up for himself somehow because reasons, Toby makes up with Simone, and Bay sells her car. That “someone” up there was Bay. She at least is taking action for what she did, and everyone else who is guilty of something, such as Cocky Chris and Luca, are trying to find a way around it because reasons.

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Countdown to #Eurovision - Yearly Reviews - 1985

We’re approximately three months away from the next edition of the Eurovision Song Contest, and while we’re waiting for more of the 2017 songs to be released before reviewing them (as we did last year), we’re going to revisit Eurovision song contests from the past and rank our favorites in each contest.

What controversy! Sweden would host their second Eurovision contest (and the 30th official contest) after an unexpected win from golden shoes in Luxembourg. The official ESC site, not too long ago, ran some kind of poll to ask followers who was their favorite host from the 1980s, and when all was said and done, they chose the Swedish Carol Burnett - Lill Lindfors - as the singular female host of the ‘85 edition. The event was held in Gothenberg at the Scandinavium - which is arguably the most awesome name given to a sports stadium-made concert stage hall ever.

A lot of things took on a markedly 80’s feel in 1983 and 1984. But for some reason, my memory of the ‘85 contest is a lot of schlager and music dissociated with the era. There’s a few songs here in there that I don’t think could have existed anywhere else (ex: Turkey and Austria), but largely it’s a bit uninspiring to me.

However, this is one of the old-school Eurovision fans’ favorite editions. Is it because Lindfors stripped in front of millions of viewers between the interval act and the voting? Or is it because she can’t say the word thirtieth? Or is it because she sits out on stage for all of the nineteen songs, bobbing her head along or getting up to dance? I will take it with all the seriousness I can muster (which is quickly dwindling - she runs a pure comedy act) Or is it just simply because of the many artists who returned to the contest? Well, let’s find out! Let’s get to the songs.

(Listen to the recap video below, or click on the titles of each song to hear it’s individual performance.)

1. IRELAND – Maria Christian, “Wait Until The Weekend Comes” (6th, 91 pts)

We finished the ‘84 edition with a woman named Maria, and we begin ‘85 with another! This sounds like the beginning song to a television soap opera. It’s performed like an introduction to a soap opera. And it’s extremely Irish; a product of it’s time. It’s hard to knock this song down for being dated or disinteresting, but it means that there’s very little to latch onto. The last note was very reminiscent of 1980 Johnny Logan, though!

2. FINLAND - Sonja Lumme, “Eläköön elämä” (9th, 58 pts)

A massive improvement from ‘84! I love the energy in this - and what she’s wearing, too. Sonja starts out a bit shaky but finds her rhythm and beat about halfway through, and although the same could be said about the song itself - a basic pop-rock tune, it really takes off with the key change towards the end. I don’t know how I’ll feel about this song later, but for now, I’ve forgotten all about the Irish entry! Good on Finland.

3. CYPRUS - Lia Vissi, "To katalava arga" (t-16th, 15 pts)

Ah, I remember her. A few years ago when I watched this contest innocently and in full, I remember seeing this woman during the preview and thinking “Oh my goodness, she looks so startled!” Indeed she looks as though she was pulled off the street the afternoon before and told she was to sing in the contest. Zero emotions! No smiles! A deer in headlights! Well, not until the very end of the song. This may move the Greek vote, but I put it along with Ireland in the simple-folk ballad category. There’s some awkward, bombastic portions of the song that cover up the otherwise gentle voice of Lia. I don’t know.

4. DENMARK - Hot Eyes, “Sku' du spørg' fra no'en” (11th, 41 pts)

The Danish were represented by the same group twice in a row, and in 1985, Hot Eyes brought a child to the stage! To be honest, halfway through the song I start forgetting that I’m listening to a song and get distracted by the antics on stage. I’m thinking things like “Isn’t that the conductor guy from ‘89 singing alongside Kristin?” and “Wasn’t this the edition where she was pregnant?” I almost don’t have anything to say about the music itself, other than I liked their song from 1984 more.

5. SPAIN - Paloma San Basilio, “La fiesta terminó” (t-14th, 36 pts)

Terry Wogan called her “very Spanish,” and I wasn’t quite the believer of what that could mean until the performance began. Such drama! Such arm movements! I think she took everything away from Cyprus and used it to parse out this song. For what it is, I think it was performed very well, and the power to her voice is certainly recognized.

6. FRANCE - Roger Bens, “Femme dans ses rêves aussi” (10th, 56 pts)

And now from something very Spanish to something very, very French. Dans! Dans! I have a certain soft spot for this one (no, that’s not what I mean - hold on here) because of the melodrama and volume that comes out from Roger’s voice. I think this song ultimately got down-voted because of that, and maybe because the song itself is kind of repetitive, but I don’t care. I feel like we’ve finally dipped our feet into the 1980’s pool of music, and it took about six songs to do so.

7. TURKEY - MFÖ, “Didai Didai Dai” (t-14th, 36 pts)

Yeah!! Finally, let’s get some party music up in here! And you better stand up and dance to this shizz, Lill! Up until 1985 Turkey had sent groups, solo singers, but never a full-fledged band. This verges on silliness (Electric guitars with no hookups? Yes, I suppose that’s necessary), but I’m reminded of Lionel Richie type dance music tunes, or maybe even ABC. The three brothers would come back in a later edition (‘88) and rock everyone’s socks off again, but I love their effort from ‘85 just as much. And they throw the roses at the end as if to say, “You’ve been a wonderful audience for putting up with our shenanigans!”

8. BELGIUM - Linda Lepomme, “Laat me nu gaan” (19th, 7 pts)

So, let me say a little bit about this tune here. Yes, we can all agree it’s not good - it’s ten years too late, both the composition and the singer herself. Her voice is not right for the song, even though she has the emotion to get through it. The upper register parts are just… bizarre. And thus why it came last, most certainly. The “Aunt Joan from up the street” vibe is strong in this one. But I have this unfathomably strange interest in the whole thing - how she gets carried off by the conductor at the end, or how she is seemingly presented as a wedding singer in a blue robe. You kind of just wonder what the ultimate goal was for this song. I’m mesmerized.

9. PORTUGAL - Adelaide, “Penso em ti, eu sei” (18th, 9 pts)

Okay, well… I had some hopes for this song, but her voice ruined it. A very karaoke performance from Adelaide, unfortunately. The way she sings “Eu sei…” sounds almost painful to an English speaker, and by that point she’s started doing things with her voice that really turn me off from whatever is being conveyed in the ballad. It’s a shame, really, because I think she realizes it’s not going all that well half-way through. Maybe the nerves got the best of her? Anyway, I give her credit for that last note. That was perfect! The rest, though? Bleh.

10. GERMANY - Wind, “Für alle” (2nd, 105 pts)

Wait… what? This was the favorite to win in ‘85?? This?? Why?? I mean, I guess it’s well-composed, well-written, and I do appreciate the chorus portions. But the performance? The male lead singer? I’m not really impressed by this song, so I’m just a bit taken aback. I shouldn’t have to be digging for the things I like from a song that came in 2nd place.

11. ISRAEL - Izhar Cohen, “Olé, Olé” (5th, 93 pts)

I’m sorry, I only remember one thing about this song: that backup singer screaming up ridiculously high and loud. It comes out of nowhere. It breaks the entire performance! How could that have happened!?!? The one who I think is responsible - the blond in teal - has her microphone fall off part-way through the song, mostly due to all that crazy spinning they’re doing. Everything about this song is dancy, cheesy, energetic 80’s music. It’s schlager-tastic. The rest of the backup singers are dressed up like Olivia Newton-John in Let’s Get Physical. A very typical Israeli entry, and one that I can appreciate for not being a ballad. And you get more underwear shots, if you’re into that kind of thing.

12. ITALY - Al Bano & Romina Power, “Magic, oh magic” (7th, 78 pts)

Man… how did we go from such an awesome thing in ‘84 to this? How did we go from having such a wonderful female lead vocalist and an okay male lead, to the exact opposite?!? Italy’s usually very serious, professional, and studious when it comes to their entries, but this just seems cheap and empty. For heaven sakes, the backup singers are wearing Italian flag dresses. Come on. What possible magic could there be between Romina and Al? Well, it’s more 80’s television theme music.

13. NORWAY - Bobbysocks!, “La det swinge” (1st, 123 pts)

And then there was Norway. Oh, Norway! How the fortunes ‘swung’ your way finally, after all those years of poop. Pre-judgments aside, there’s energy and vivacity to this one that equate it to Israel’s entry, but despite fitting well into the 1950s or 60s era of dancehall music, it fits remarkably well into the 80s! Maybe it’s because of what they’re wearing… Upon my first listen of this contest (again, this was maybe two or three years ago), I could clearly see why this won. They maintain that vivacity and energy for the entire song, and having an entire section of saxophonists in the orchestra certainly sealed the deal. In a ballad-heavy year, this brings down the house! And I think Europe just wanted to dance, really. Worthy of the 12 points.

14. UNITED KINGDOM - Vikki, “Love Is” (4th, 100 pts)

It’s a late-1970’s love ballad transplanted into 1985, with the songwriter Vikki Watson as lead vocal. The United Kingdom rarely sent ballads, let alone female-led ballads, and even this one is more up-tempo than most. But the song itself is utterly bland. It just “is”! And if you disagree with me, wait until ‘88 and ‘89, when they sent stuff that was miles ahead of this song. There’s parts of the song that ring true and reach for something more, but that’s all I got. Next.

15. SWITZERLAND - Mariella Farré & Pino Gasparini, “Piano, Piano” (12th, 39 pts)

I liked Farré from 1983, but then again, I liked a lot of entries from that year so Switzerland didn’t get any points. She returns to the contest, singing in German this time (instead of Italian), and she may have been one of the first to have sung in two different languages across contests. It’s cool, by the way, that we have a female conductor from the Swiss in ‘85! I actually don’t mind this one. It certainly has a more 80’s vibe to it, and their voices work really well together for what the song calls. I could have pictured this on the radio back in the day.

16. SWEDEN - Kikki Danielsson, “Bra vibrationer” (3rd, 103 pts)

Confusing song titles aside, maybe I was wrong about it being a ballad-heavy year. This competes with Norway for jumpy and energetic. Certainly, though, I would have picked Norway over this, as I get more of the commandeering female vibe from that one. This song, on the other hand, is a virtual predecessor to Carola’s 1991 winning song. It’s not a bad entry, and I think back in ‘85 I would have really liked this. Also, pink suit jackets for the win.

17. AUSTRIA - Gary Lux, “Kinder dieser Welt” (8th, 60 pts)

According to my scoresheet here, this song lost to Italy. I’m going to correct what history has written, and right the ship for ol’ Gary here, who after floating around the contest for the last two years, finally found his way into the lead role. This also fits well into the decade, and has a happy jubilance that even several of the other energy-filled songs lacked. Let’s do everything for the children of the world - and this message even applies to today, right? Simple but moving, and that’s the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it.

18. LUXEMBOURG - Margo, Franck Olivier, Diane Solomon, Ireen Sheer, Chris & Malcolm Roberts, “Children, Kinder, Enfants” (13th, 37 pts)

The video I watched credited this group as “The Internationals,” but both in the contest itself and on Wikipedia, they name off the entirety of the members. This sounds like something you’ve sworn you have heard before, but quickly devolves (or evolves?) into something much more. Ralph Siegel, who won with Germany in 1982, had to find his way into the contest somehow! Listen, this song has intrigued me for the longest time, but the reason it doesn’t work in the contest is the sheer existence of it. Round-robin singing styled like this is something I thought only kids did in school choir, anyways! There’s never a break in the music, and don’t even dare trying to decipher the lyrics buried within the voices, which weren’t all that great to begin with. Some of the male vocalists sing far and beyond their female counterparts, and vice-versa. For the first-time listener, it will grate on you like cheese. For me, I like it, but I’m well aware that I’m in the solid minority here.

19. GREECE - Takis Biniaris, “Miazoume” (t-16th, 15 pts)

Well, then. I thought this was the song I was secretly thinking of that I liked, but turns out I’ve been mixing it up with the similar-looking 1981 entry from Greece all this time. This is okay, but it’s not going to move mountains or build bridges. Takis wins the “Shakiest Microphone” award of the night. The song itself, as composed, has an abnormal structure to it, which makes it kind of hard to relate - and you never get hit with that penultimate key change or big note until the very end. I think it’s only mildly better than Cyprus, and Takis has good control of his voice, tone, and tune. But I don’t think this will reach my top ten.

You can watch the penultimate vote come in, and listen to it as the Norwegians did thirty years ago in the above video. Lill Lindfors congratulated Norway on a well-deserved victory, sharing the joy with their Scandinavian neighbors who had for so many years tried desperately to bring home the victory. You have to take this into consideration: most Norwegian entries weren’t purposely bad or goofy, but Europe would interpret them as such, and thus the low scores. But in ‘85, they finally did it, and I think they do it with me, as well. In fact, Norway really did have an international breakthrough in ‘85 - even in popular music, where A-ha’s “Take On Me” soared into the charts. 

Now, getting back to Eurovision: I think I understand now why this contest holds so dearly among fans. It’s more interesting, exciting, upbeat, and best of all - a typically unfortunate country finally won their first contest! I have my own personal favorites that I weight a bit higher than the rest of the world would. But when I put in my votes I take into consideration the talent displayed and whether everything pulls together on the night. For that reason it’s a bit difficult to place exactly who “loses” in 1985, because none of the songs were especially bad in taste. But anyways, here you go.

My votes:

12 – Norway 10 – Israel 8 – Turkey 7 – France 6 – Sweden 5 – Finland 4 – Austria 3 – Switzerland 2 – Germany 1 – Luxembourg

The “Big Fat 0” award: Portugal Honorable Mention: Spain Worst Dressed: Denmark

And here is the overall count of points so far! Germany remains on top due to Belgium not winning any points from me. In fact, only Israel makes any kind of run towards the top, due to a really week year for the annual greats. And congratulations, Switzerland, I gave you a few pity points for having something a bit more listenable in ‘85.

1st - 40 – Germany (1982, 1983) 2nd - 30 – Belgium 2nd - 30 – Israel 4th - 24 – Norway (1985) 5th - 23 – Ireland (1980) 21 – Portugal 20 – Sweden 20 – Turkey 18 – Greece (1981) 17 – France 14 – Austria 14 – Luxembourg 14 – United Kingdom 12 – Italy (1984) 12 – Spain 11 – Denmark 8 – Finland 7 – Cyprus 6 – Netherlands  4 – Croatia 3 - Switzerland

-50SS