#jure could also pull this off

[sparkles-oflight]

Bojan in a black mesh top, black leather pants and big black boots

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

🎀 Skirts for Joker Out 🎀

The recent posts about skirts made me decide to create this. Why not let ALL FIVE BOYS join in on the fun and joys of wearing a skirt? Feel the breeze? The freedom? Equal opportunity is never a bad thing after all, isn’t it? 🤭

Thus, I have taken it upon myself to choose fitting skirt styles for each of the lads, based on what I think would suit each of them! 🎀

Bojan Cvjetićanin 💓

Very out there, very flirty and attention-grabbing miniskirts with standout details and more than a few dashes of coquette. Chiffon, fringe, sequins, little bows. His fearlessness and outgoing personality would really shine, and the short lengths ensure that this short king would look as tall as possible. 🤭 Swishy and twirly silhouettes also allow him to shake those hips and twerk.

Kris Guštin 🤍

That ass certainly doesn’t lie. Kris could rock long and short skirts alike, and with those long legs. Soft, delicate fabrics that drape beautifully complement his Greek god-like beauty. A sheer long skirt with a slit would suit him particularly well. He is well-suited to both pretty princess styles with dainty details and cute bows, and high-fashion runway-esque silhouettes that hug that peach of his and would make every jaw in the room drop.

Jan Peteh 🖤

Dark and intense Jan is a natural fit for equally dark, edgy and alternative skirt styles. Black leather, dark lace and mesh, as well as some bondage and lingerie elements such as buckles, straps and hardware, complement his black cat nature and his natural sensual energy. Of course, one cannot leave out the classic red and black plaid kilt-style miniskirt a la Vivienne Westwood, a staple in alternative fashion that just screams Jan.

If any of you know the manga and anime "Nana"...Jan is 100% Nana Osaki coded, both in appearance and personality.

Jure Maček 🩵

Sunny and chaotic Jure is all about showing skin, and a natural fit for Y2K sensibilities, the shorter the better. Playful, youthful denim and summery mini lengths are particularly good styles for him, rips and distressed details optional. When he's feeling especially fancy, a bold feather mini is a particularly good fit, in its unconventional and unexpected chaos...that Jure would absolutely pull off. 😆

Nace Jordan 💜

Nace is the epitome of a lovely fall day. He suits so many autumn-inspired styles in earthy tones of brown, orange, warm purple and muted green, touched with varying degrees of coziness, and both soft and tough details. Naturally, that extends to skirts. From fairy grunge maxi skirts, to "sexy nerd" dark academia style, to army green minis (he has nice thighs, of course I wouldn't deny anyone those thighs)...he can carry them all beautifully!

Thank you for your time, and LONG LIVE SKIRTS! 🖤

[anxious-witch]

Okay. Long awaited analysis of Jure's pictures. As always, this is entirely subjective and I don't claim to be 100% right about ny interpretations. Apologies if I am a bit scatterbrained, I just had to write this today despite vibrating out if my skin.

Anyway, let's get to it

So I went ahead and rearranged the pictures in a way that I think fit together.

We start off with these two(sorry for blurryness, it just turned out like this when I cropped them). But funnily enough, I think we have Jure as the opposite of everyone else. Where the rest seemed to gain protection and safety from clothes, I feel like Jure feels stiffled by them.

In these two, he looks most lonely and disconnected than in any other photos from the photoshoot. In the first one, he is in a position akin to the one we saw him before, in that box. Like a cat lounging on the floor. But he is looking away, giving a picture a sense of loneliness, of disconnection. And even before we see him with a cigarette in picture two, there is an ash tray to indicate the smoking.

Then immediately following is this. Jure begins to take off his clothes, his pants and underwear pulled down messily, he is pulling his sweater up. He is still smoking here, but he is also looking directly at the camera. His eyes are frame by a dark eyeliner.

When I was looking at the pictures for the first time, I didn't get the connection until I saw this picture. I am gonna jump the gun and say that I think this set is literally meant to serve as a seduction. Who did they vote for the most likely to sleep with a fan? Jure. Who said hookup when everyone else said relationship? Jure again.

My interpretation is, as crude as it sounds, is that he is connecting with the viewer here through sex and seduction.

Here we have this again. He is only in his underwear and wearing a jacket. I'd even go as far to speculate that it's not meant to be his jacket. Because he is looking to feel closer to the person he is seducing. He'll put on makeup and their clothes, all for the show, all to be seen and to seduce. And I think that's what this photoshoot is, a way for Jure to be seen in a new light.

Interstingly, he seems to have mostly open body language so far in all pictures. In this one he seems slightly more closed off, with his knees pulled closer to his chest and his arm resting on top of them.

Then in this set, we have what I like to think of as "the morning after". There is no makeup, there is no clothes. Jure looks almost superior in the first picture. He reminds of Roman Emperor reclining.

Romans used to have parties, usually reserved only for men, where the position you got on the reclining bed could speak of your position. Here we have Jure alone, in the center. This is his moment and he is completely relaxed, completely in power. He isn't shying away from the camera, there is not shyness due to his almost naked state. Like someone would, after a suceesful seduction.

In the second picture, that's even more openly expressed. His head is fully turned to the camera, his eyes even more intense. It's as if he is inviting us in, drawing us closer. I can't tell if there is a different balnket altogether or if it's shifted and the end of it seems like a slightly different material.

Either way, I can't see anything but him pulling a lover closer once again.

Third picture is....well. Obviously there are certainly other interpretations, but to go with the obvious, Jure seems to be very open here, even has his eyes closed and that paired up with the way his body is positioned implies pleasure to me. Which once again plays into the whole set being about seduction, and about connection that he seems to gain from physical closeness.

In all three pictures, Jure is wearing a chain necklace around his neck. Interestingly enough, he doesn't wear them in the first set. Perhaps implying this is something new he decided to adorn himself with? Or a steel he wears underneath?

Then we have shirtless Jure, and an reappearance if a chain necklace. He is even openly acknowledging the necklace by touching it. With the addition of Damon's quote: "your art intertwined with my art", I think we can once again reaffirm this is a new way Jure wants to be seen. He is an art all of his own, even when surrouded by the art of the rest of his bandmates, he gets to be a central piece in this one. Yet-in the two pictures on the right, he has closed off body language.

Perhaps he is still unsure of the new role he wants. His gaze is softer, less intense. He is letting us take him in as he is. Which is clearly difficukt for him, hence mire closed off body language but none the less, he is still showing us that.

As always, feel free to add in on these, I feel like I missed on a lot of things bc of everything they dropped on us today but damn. I love this photoshoot sm

[me-sploh-rada-imas]

Hi!!! May I ask jance 22 kiss please?❤️

hi anon! tysm for your ask, the prompt is in a rush of adrenaline. i've also posted this fic on ao3 here!

Nace stepping up next to Jan in Novi Val is inevitable. They’ve messed around with each other a little throughout the gig, but they’re conscious that they’re being recorded and that they intend to release a concert film, so they’ve tried to tone it down. It’s ridiculous, but Jan has missed glancing across to catch Nace’s eye and reel him in with a look alone, has missed sidling up to him and making a witty comment just to make him laugh. Now, though, with the end of the concert so near, Jan feels unable to think of anything funny to say. He just leans heavily into Nace, who wraps an arm round him and pulls him in tight. They take in the ocean of their audience together, the glittering of their phone torches lighting up the hall in rainbow colours, the towering tiers of fans above their heads.

“We made it,” Nace says, barely audible over the roar of thousands of people singing their music. His voice sounds hoarse, as though he might cry, and Jan lets go of his guitar to slip his arm around Nace’s back in return. Sometimes he wishes he could stop playing for Novi Val, as Jure and Nace do, so he could stay pressed into Nace’s side like this for the whole song.

“We did,” Jan agrees, and as touching as the moment is, he’s still running high on the adrenaline of the past hour on stage, and he’s smiling so widely at Nace that he must look deranged. He wants to pull Nace towards him and kiss him senseless. He leans up so that he can speak directly into Nace’s ear. “We’re so lucky to have you.” 

Nace pulls him closer, his cheeks dimpling. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he answers. “Have I ever told you just how mesmerising you are when you play? And do you even know how gorgeous you look tonight?”

Jan can’t help but blush, though Nace has said these words to him before. “Do you know how proud I am of you,” he counters, “for what you’re wearing? Have you finally realised how hot you are?”

Nace just laughs, and Jan can’t tear his eyes away. “Endless compliments tonight, huh?” he jokes.

“For you, always.”

They’re interrupted by Jure on Nace’s other side, and he’s grinning at them too. He sings raucously at them both, throwing his hands in the air, before spinning off to face the other half of the audience, where Kris is standing. Nace remains at Jan’s side for a while longer, but Jan soon has to resume playing and he reluctantly steps out of Nace’s embrace so as to be able to concentrate again.

When Novi Val ends, they rush backstage to change into their Eurovision outfits before they play Carpe Diem. Kiki takes Jan’s guitar at the edge of the stage and Mark meets them at the bottom of the stairs with his camera in his hand. They only have a three minute clip prepared for the screen above the stage and Jan knows the crowd will get restless if they have to wait too long, but he doesn’t care. As soon as he gets to the green room, he launches himself towards Nace, who’s already taken off his shoes and half undone his trousers, and kisses him hard, despite the presence of their three bandmates and Mark. Nace staggers a few steps backwards but wraps his arms around Jan to bring him closer and kisses him fiercely back. Jan opens his mouth to Nace, desperately taking advantage of their few moments of peace. This kind of display in front of their bandmates is unusual, but Jan doesn’t care. When the gig finishes, they’ll be immediately surrounded by all the crew and the staff in the arena, Mark will be filming, and they’ll have to go straight into a press conference and be professional. Even at the afterparty, there will be enough strangers and press present that they’ll have to be careful around each other, though Jan knows he’ll be desperate to have Nace under his hands again. 

Someone tugs on the back of Jan’s shirt and says wryly, “can you stop trying to eat each other’s faces and actually get ready? You’ve only got two more minutes.”

Nace breaks the kiss reluctantly, but doesn’t let go of Jan, who’s still holding Nace’s face between his hands. Jan savours the weight of Nace’s arms around him for a few more moments, the sight of his flushed cheeks, the heaviness of his breathing, and then he tears himself away and begins to get changed.

“You’ve ruined a good shot we could have put in the concert film,” Mark chides Jan as he leans down to take off his shoes. 

“Worth it,” Jan mutters under his breath, and Mark playfully swats at his arm in retaliation.

When their allotted time is up, Mark impatiently ushers them out of the green room though Bojan’s shirt is half unbuttoned and Nace is still shrugging on his jacket. Jan just has time to pull Nace in for one more bruising kiss before they head back on stage for the encore.

[hazzybat]

Omg you're doing kiss prompts?? Yay!! Can I ask for a combo of 8 and 16? Like they're kissing lazily in secret. I probably don't even need to say what ship but Bo(Jan) pretty please ❤️

In secret and lazily. This was fun! I always associate lazy kisses with morning kisses so that where this came from. Also I like camping and it's winter here so I was thinking about the cold.

Hope you like it 💚

Jan's nose was cold. His beanie had thankfully stayed on during the night, keeping his dark hair off his face for once. He could hear movement outside, branches snapping and crackling as the fire from last night was restarted along with the quiet murmurs of his friends as they began to organise breakfast.

He snuggled further down into his sleeping bag and closed his eyes tight, hoping that if he was lucky he could go back to sleep.

His nose was still sticking out though. It was still cold.

He felt a pair of lips press against it, a small reprieve from the cold inside the tent and he hummed happily at the contact.

"Morning Janči." a husky, sleep filled voice said next to him.

Jan cracked his eyes open to see warm brown filling his vision. He moved his head forward so their mouths slotted together in a closed mouth kiss. He felt Bojan's warm exhale against his cheek and when they pulled back Jan couldn't bring himself to move his face further away, instead they stayed with their noses rubbing against one another gently.

"S'time?" Jan asked.

"Morning I think," Bojan responded, moving his head to steal another lazy kiss from Jan.

The group had decided to go camping together for a few days, driving out to a camp-site to enjoy the autumn colours and take a break from the world for a bit. They only had two small tents, Jan and Bojan in one and Kris, Nace and Jure in the other. 

At night Jan would sit next to Bojan on the large log next to the fire, a blanket wrapped around them both and try his best to not kiss him when the others could see. When they all went on a hike together Bojan insisted on showing Jan every wildflower he saw until they were far enough behind the group he felt safe to plant a kiss to Jan's mouth. Jan felt like a schoolboy with a crush, holding hands, stealing glances and hoping no one would notice the budding affection between them.

The mornings were the best so far. When it was just them, safe in the tent and they could kiss as much as they wanted before anyone expected them to get up.

Jan dared to brave the cold and bring one hand out of his sleeping bag to hold Bojan's cheek, bringing him closer and kissing him again, lazy and easy and perfect.

"I love you," Bojan whispered.

"I love you too," Jan responded with more kisses, still sleepy and soft.

"You two better stop making out if you want any breakfast," they heard Jure call out as he shook their tent, laughter echoing around the camp-site as the smell of bacon and coffee drifted in.

Okay, maybe they weren't as secret as they thought.

[nyx-aira]

Because the dear @signoraviolettavalery was craving some vampire!bojan content I continued this little (well not little anymore oops) snippet of Jan and his long hair

Yesssss! Bojan feels so guilty for not noticing but also is so grateful for Jure and how Jan can open up to him. To someone that is not above him in standing (although technical he still would be probably because I think the older brides have more "power")

And the dress thing yes yes yes

The sun was shining bright as Jan and Bojan arrived at Martin's castle. Many summer days were spent together and no matter how much Jan tried to protest sometimes they always arrived before sundown, Bojan explicitly stating he wanted Jan to spend some time with Jure out in the sun. And even though he'd never admit it out loud, he loved the hours with Jure just sitting on the terrace or exploring the gardens of the manor.

When they arrived Jure was already sitting outside under a big apple tree, waving at Jan and Bojan while Bojan hurried inside the open doors to the library to greet Martin. Jure was wearing a light summer dress, white with blue flowers and bows as straps. The dress was moving with the wind and speed as Jure ran up to Jan and wrapped him in a hug as warm as the sun itself.

"You look stunning." He said against his ear and rested his head on Jan's shoulder.

Jure, as Jan had found out once he had been able to let his guard down around him, absolutely loved physical contact and Jan's heart always swelled with pride whenever Jure gave him one of his warm hugs or nudged his arm or even, on very rare occasions, kissed his cheek.

That's why Jan wanted to smile at his compliment, tell him how absolutely amazing he looked and spend a lovely day outside and then have a great night with his husband and Martin. But he couldn't. Because as sincere as the compliment was it still made his skin crawl somehow. The deep purple dress he was in had off the shoulders sleeves and a long slit up his thigh, it was of a lighter material, yes, but the wine red corset was making it difficult to breathe, his vision swimming as he remembered the last time he wore that dress.

And how it had ended.

"Jan?" Jure's voice ripped him out of his panic. Blue eyes stared at him with so much care and worry.

"What's wrong?" He asked and Jan couldn't speak, he just wanted the dress gone, subconsciously pulling at his corset. Off off off.

Jure's eyes turned soft as they tracked his movement and a gentle hand stopped him from worrying the fabric even more.

"C'mon, let's go upstairs and get changed, mmh." He said and gently pulled Jan along, knowing exactly what was going on without Jan saying anything. Jure was a gift he didn't deserve.

Jure's chambers were messy, closet open and dresses strewn around as papers fluttered in the breeze of the open window.

"Can you get out on your own or do you want me to help?" He asked and Jan just nodded, hoping Jure would catch what he was implying. His hands were shaking so much he probably could even do anything without help at the moment.

Slowly Jure undid the laces, his hands careful not to wrap around his waist and Jan wanted to cry even more at that. Slowly the bodice slipped down to the floor and finally he was able to breath again.

Jure gently made him sit down and soon a weight settled besides him.

"You know," Jure started, "before Martin I had never worn a dress before."

He looked down, playing with the stitched on flowers of his dress.

"But being a bride, getting married, changed everything. There were rules to obey and one of them was the dresses."

Jan saw Jure starting to fidget with his wedding ring.

"I had always been a bit different and although it was new and something unknown I had learned to love it. Turned it into something that was me."

He stared at his ring with a loving gaze.

"I'm wearing this because it makes me feel safe and comfortable, not because someone told me to. And Martin thinking I look pretty is just another plus." He winked.

"But even if he thought it was the ugliest piece of clothing known to mankind I would still wear it and he would let me. Because it is my decision. It is my body."

That was what broke Jan. Ugly sobs ripping out of his chest, crying for all the years he had never had a choice, had been nothing but a doll, there to be dressed up just for it to be ripped off again some time after. He grieved for all the things he could never do, the autonomy he never had and the decisions that were never his to make. And Jure was there. Jure with his warm smile and gentle hands, soothing voice and so much love for him, Jan once again thought he didn't deserve him.

It took a while for him to calm down again, for the sobs to subside and the tears to stop rolling. But when he was calm again, Jure gently pulled him to his closet, filled with all the types of dresses one could imagine and more.

And out of the depths of silks and satins he pulled something that Jan couldn't describe as anything other than what it was. Perfect.

A pair of flowy light pants, a deep rich earthy brown with a small golden butterfly stitched onto the waistband and a white blouse with long ruffled sleeves and see-through details, closed with a row of neat ivory buttons. It was stunning.

Jan held his breath as Jure closed the last button, never ever having felt so light in his life. Tears were blurring his vision as he looked at himself in the mirror, Jure's gentle hand placing a flower from his nightstand behind his ear. It wasn't perfect, two of the leaves already welting and not symmetrical. But those imperfections made it perfect.

"I must correct myself," Jure whispered from where he was standing besides Jan with a small smile on his face, "before you looked stunning, now you look simply not from this world."

Any other time these compliments would've made Jan's skin crawl, the intention behind them making him swallow down his tears and soldier on. But from Jure he knew they were sincere, that he meant every word. Once again tears fell this evening as Jan pulled him into his arms, feeling so grateful for the companion he had found in him.

"Thank you." He whispered as they pulled apart and Jan looked into teary blue eyes.

"You're glowing, Jan, and it is such a good look on you."

And as Bojan and Martin sat in the library they suddenly heard laughter ringing through the corridors as a grinning Jure slid into the room, laughing as he ran out into the garden, Jan close behind and chasing him as they ran towards the lake at the far end of the garden, their laughter echoing loud and clear through the trees.

Bojan couldn't believe it, slowly turning to Martin with tears brimming in his eyes.

"Am I dreaming?" He whispered as his eyes tracked the now small silhouettes disappearing into the endless gardens.

"Martin, tell me I'm not dreaming." He pleaded as he looked at Martin wide eyed.

"You're not." He said, voice breaking as he tried to see his Jure once again making a miracle come true.

"How does he do it?" Bojan asked as he looked outside in awe.

"I don't know," Martin mused, fondly twirling his wedding ring, "you and I both know he always had a way with people."

Martin carefully put down the wine glass that was threatening to slip out of Bojan’s fingers.

"But it isn't only him that is making Jan finally dare to explore himself again. It's you too, Bojan." Martin said and continued as Bojan just looked at him.

"If he wouldn't feel like you would support his decisions, he wouldn't be seduced to mischief and trying out new things by Jure. Without you showing him he can explore, he wouldn't do it with Jure."

Martin pulled Bojan into his arms and softly brushed a tear from his cheek.

"You're doing an amazing job, my little flower."

[absolutebloodychaos]

Omg story requests 👀👀👀👀👀👀, jure is stuck in a tree. Again. What do the others do? Kitty rescue

When I started this I never thought that it would be so long but anyways. Thank you so much @j-restlessgeek for the ask:)

He had never meant to get stuck again. And it wasn’t like this was a regular occurrence for the drummer, he wasn’t getting stuck in trees for fun you know.

But for some reason, Jure Maček was stuck in a tree for the second time in the past month with no-one around to get him out.

This time he wasn’t being prevented from climbing down because of a bull being at the bottom of the ladder. 

There wasn’t even a ladder going into this tree. Or a sturdy little hunting observatory to wait out his time in.

Nope, Jure was stuck, sitting on a branch, waiting for someone to come and find him.

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“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. Has anyone seen Jure?” Kris said as he slightly panickedly rushed into the rehearsal space the other members of the band were occupying.

Jan and Nace looked up from where they had been practising together and Nace went over to get Bojan’s attention as he had headphones in and was practically dead to the world.

Kris repeated his question to the singer, although this time with a lot more swearing and in a higher pitch. “I haven’t seen him since this morning” was the answer which he got from the singer. 

This did nothing to calm down the tall guitar player who had started pacing in the middle of the room. 

“I think he went out in his van for a walk in the woods or something, but he should have been back hours ago,” Jan said with a worried look on his face. 

“Where?! What woods? Oh my god, I swear I told him after last time not to just go off on random trips to the woods without someone else. Jesus christ, if he gets hurt I swear I’m going to kill him” Kris practically said in one breath, his hands coming up to start pulling at the longer strands of hair next to his ears.

Nace made his way across the room and gently took the other man’s hands in his to stop Kris from causing any lasting damage to his scalp. 

“He’s going to be fine Krisko, Jure probably just forgot his phone or it ran out of charge. I’m sure we can go out and quickly find him before it gets dark.” This calmed Kris down a bit and they all headed out the door to Jan’s car as he was the one who knew where their drummer had gone.

Bojan spent the car ride distracting Kris from getting too anxious by latching onto him like a sea urchin and before long they had made it to the forest where Jure’s van was parked.

“He shouldn’t be too far from here” Jan said and with that the group set out into the trees to find their missing friend.

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Jure had only gotten stuck in the tree  in the first place because he was looking for his favourite jumper that had been thrown in the air after he was startled by a particularly noisy rabbit that was jumping around the underbrush. 

And if it were any other jumper the drummer would have just left it in the foliage but it was his favourite one that the boys had gotten him for his birthday and he couldn’t bear to part with it.

So, after about three seconds of deliberation and thinking it through (or rather not), the blonde man decided to climb into the tree to rescue the garment. 

Many people had compared Jure to a cat over the years, not only for the fact that his last name was synonymous with the animal, but also for the fact that personality and behaviour wise, he was quite like the fluffy animal.

One trait that he did share with cats was the fact that any tree Jure found a way up, he could never manage to find a way back down again. 

This was admittedly one of the worse traits to share with cats, or at least the least helpful, but as many times as he had tried over the years, Jure had never managed to improve his getting out of trees skills. 

It had to be said though, there were worse things he could be doing on a Sunday afternoon. The view from the tree was gorgeous, the entire forest and surrounding fields could be seen from the branch Jure was perched on, and it was quite a beautiful view.

As the hours went on though, Jure got bored just sitting waiting in the tree. 

Luckily, just as he was starting to ponder if there was a way to jump off the current branch he was sitting on across to a slightly lower branch on the tree next to him and work his way down that way, he started hearing voices coming through the trees.

As the voices of his friends came closer, Jure called out hoping that they would be able to tell the direction of which his voice was coming from.

“Jure, Jure are you up there!” he heard Kris yell from the bottom of the tree. “Yeah, I got stuck again” the blonde said sheepishly, hoping that he wouldn’t be in too much trouble when he got down.

“Okay, I’ll get the ladder” he heard Nace call up before he saw the bassist’s figure go back into the trees in the direction of the car.

After a minute he saw Nace come back and the other’s worked together to get Jure out of the tree.

As soon as he set foot on the ground again he was pulled into a crushing hug by Kris and was soon surrounded by Jan, Nace and Bojan pulling them into a hug too.

“I’m glad we got you back” Bojan whispered and they all stayed like that for a minute before going back to the car.

 “I am never letting you out of my sight again” Kris said but with a loving and relieved smile on his face and Jure had never felt more safe in his life.

[the-golden-hoodie-official]

Spy (Bojan/Kris/Jure | Jan/Nace)

“Do you think they’re together?” Kris draws a card, looking at Jure as he puts 2 cards in the middle. Jure only nods along and he looks at Bojan.

“Who?”

“Jan and Nace, duh.” Jure chuckles at how clueless Bojan is or maybe he was too focused on the game.

“Maybe. It’s not like we want an invitation, right?” Bojan shrugs, taking a card, but then puts all the cards in his hand in front of him, calling it quit.

“I’m bored. Can we do something else?” Easily distracted as he is, Bojan wasn’t in the mood. Seems like the other 2 are also not in the mood.

“C’mere.” Bojan whispers, pulling Kris close to him. Capturing the guitarist’s lips on his. The love/hate tension between Bojan and Kris is the most obvious thing. That’s the 2nd elephant in the room after the whole JaNace thing. Jure, on the other hand, is uncertain. Sure, he has taste, just no preference in general.

“Idiot.” Kris mumbles at the feeling of being snogged by Bojan before the singer moves to the drummer, giving him the same thing.

“Jurček…”

“Yes, Bojč?” Jure giggles, running his hair on Bojan’s silky-smooth hair, deepening the kiss. Kris’ fleet movement locking the door before joining the game. The last thing they need on the bucket list is getting caught, mostly by the crews.

“Fuck. We don’t need these fucking clothes.” Huffing. Bojan quickly takes off his clothes, ditching them on the floor and the other follows.

Bojan certainly has an eye on both of them and not even attempting to hide it.

Sitting on Kris’ lap, Bojan savours his lips, pushing his tongue into Kris’ mouth. Jure sits next to Kris, taking control of Kris and Bojan at the same time. The drummer certainly has taste.

The more Bojan moans, the hornier he is, and the more he needs cocks in his mouth, quenching his thirst.

Kris has extra length. Jure is thicker and veiny. Gosh, Bojan couldn’t deny this feeling. Kneeling in front of them both, Bojan holds their cocks, simultaneously jerking and sucking them off. The salty and tangy taste had a war in his mouth. Sucking their shafts isn’t cutting it, Bojan sucks their balls, giving them the best of his tongue.

“Goddamn, Bojan.” There’s no God here, just Bojan. Kris could moan all day all night for Bojan wrapping his mouth around his cock.

“Hngh… Oh! Ohhh! F-Fuck!!!” Yep. That’s the spot. Jure moans the loudest when Bojan plays with his tip.

Jure pulls Kris to him as his hand latches on those nipples, making them hard. The harder Jure pinches his nipples, the more Kris moans, and the more Bojan gets entertained. Everything is a win-win here.

“Fuck… Fuck… Jure… Eat my ass, now. ” Kris couldn’t hold it anymore and he wants Jure to eat his ass. He knows who can get this done perfectly.

Aligning their position on the couch, Kris gets in the middle of Bojan and Jure. Usually, Kris bitching up about things, but now, he takes it as it is. Bojan has his cock sucked by Kris is heaven on earth. Seeing the twinkling in Kris’ eyes is what Bojan wants and he savours it.

“Hngh… Ohhh, J-Jure…” Moaning. Kris wants more than just this. He doesn’t want Jure to just lick and suck him like this. Kris wants Jure to devour him.

“K-Kris… Oh, F-Fuck! That’s it, Krisko!” Bojan throws his head back, groaning and moaning, Bojan ascends to heaven just now; Kris knows where Bojan’s golden spot is and takes advantage of it. It was just a moment away before they took it to the next level.

“I hope Jure likes these bomboloni. I bought various fillings.” Nace looks at the box of bomboloni inside the plastic bag and Jan argues that Jure will eat whatever flavours the doughnuts are, as long as the foods aren't spoiled.

Back to the arena. The band still has around 90 minutes before the show and mostly, the crews are in the main arena, only some around backstage, but nowhere near the changing area.

“Hngh! F-f-fuck. F-fuck me, Maček.” It was Nace who heard noises and it came from behind the locked door. That’s their main lounging room.

The door doesn’t budge. Nace bows to peek from the keyhole and his body gets electrocuted instantly; he sees the other 3 members having a threesome and is frozen mid-track.

“What did you see, Nace?” Jan asks and pushes him aside, peeking at the keyhole and not expecting the sight that sends a chill down his spine. The sight of those guys having a threesome is something he didn’t expect.

Jan enjoys the sight a bit too much that he won’t avert his gaze. His concentration was broken when Nace laid a hand on his rear, rubbing him.

“Nace?” Shh. This isn’t the time to talk. Nace puts the snack on those stacked boxes and drags Jan to the nearest room. Nace doesn’t give a shit what room he enters, as long as nobody’s there, it’ll be fine.

“N-Nace, no. T-the others.” Does Jan ever shut up? If he can’t then Nace will do it. Pushing the younger guy against the wall, Nace feverishly kissed Jan, pushing his tongue inside his mouth, pressing his shoulders as a hand going under, unbuckling his belt.

Clink. Belt’s off, pants off. Nace doesn’t need any barrier now. He turns Jan’s body, roughly pulling Jan’s boxers down, freeing his straining cock. Jan quietly begs Nace to slow down but goes unheard.

“I know you want this, don’t deny it.”

“You weren’t peeking, Jan. You were watching.” Nace growls in his ear, getting him turned on even more. Pressing a hand on the wall and the other one jerking himself, Jan hears Nace unbuckling his pants too, feeling that cock tip touching his bare ass now.

“Hngh!” Jan holds back his voice from Nace fingering his ass; the man doesn’t doubt pushing 3 fingers inside him instantly. The feeling of being penetrated by those fingers makes Jan craves for that thick, meaty cock.

“Fucking use your spit, Nace. I don’t give a fuck.” Couldn’t bear it any longer, Jan already demands Nace to take it to the next stage. Kneeling behind Jan, Nace gives his ass hole some good lick, coating him with saliva before he spits on his own cock, giving it a nice jerk.

“Oh, fuck… S-so tight… Hrngh!” Nace thrusts his cock into Jan fully, receiving a sharp hiss from the guitarist. He knows Nace is a monster in the sack, but in this position, it feels way bigger than before.

“Hold on.” Nace kisses Jan’s neck, easing him up. Hands-on the waist, Nace holds Jan close and tight to him as he starts fucking him. Fuck, that felt so good for Nace. Maybe spying wasn’t a bad thing, after all.

In the supply closet, dark and tight-spaced, Jan and Nace get themselves off because of their friends. They started it and it needs to be finished. Jan strokes his hard, leaking cock and his hand on the wall moves underneath his shirt, playing with his nipples. He wants more and more.

“Just like that, Jan. Touch yourself.”

“Maybe we can invite Jure next, eh? That blonde is something else. It’s a huge fucking lie if both Jan and Nace deny about having an eye for Jure. There’s just something about the blonde drummer that they can’t explain.

Yes, they want Jure to be part of this too. No way denying it.

“Hngghhh… Hnghhh… Hngghhhh… Hrngh! Hngh! F-f-fuckkk…” Jan’s eyes are wide open, he feels Nace just come inside him, filling up his ass with a thick rope of cum. It’ll surely leak through his boxers later in the show.

“Turn around.” Nace orders Jan to turn around and he takes that dripping cock right into his mouth, sucking him for a solid minute until he comes.

In the other room, Bojan, Kris, and Jure had just done releasing their pent-up feelings or lust, to be exact. They hear a faint moaning behind the wall; that’s Jan’s voice, no doubt of mistaking it.

“Jan, is that you?” Kris knocks on the thin wall. The supply closet is right next to their lounging room and they can definitely hear a voice behind the wall. No, not voice, voices .

“I guess they heard us? Jure chuckles, fixing his pants and Bojan and Kris hold their laugh.

“Goddamn, did someone release a stink bomb here?” Nace groans, moving his fingers in front of his face, whisking away the certain smell.

“Ooohhh! My bombolini!” Jure snatched the box right off Nace’s hand and took a bite of the food. Jan winks at Jure as he drinks his water.

Yep. They know umazane was fucking mislied here.

[rosetta-j-stone]

The flowers are on the doorstep when Kris comes back from the shops. At first he thinks they're from a fan of the band, or they've been delivered to the wrong address. But he checks the gift card attached to the bag anyway. And then he KNOWS.

...

The rest of the band will later claim they've been "working hard on the creative process" while he's been out but it looks suspiciously like "the creative process" has involved at least one game of Jenga. Probably Jan and Nace vs Jure and Bojan, as usual. It's exactly as chaotic as it sounds.

Whatever.

Kris is more interested in focusing on keeping a perfect poker face anyway-

"-oooooh did someone get Krisko FLOWERS?"

-unlike SOME people he could mention. Not for the first time, he looks at his singer sitting there grinning with a look in his eye that says "I am a freaking GENIUS" and thinks "He's lucky he's hot".

He shoots Bojan a look that says I'm onto you and Really?!? and Wait till I get you alone all at once. He'd like to claim that it's because he's a multitasking queen (he is, incidentally. It's on his résumé and everything) but the truth is he's had plenty of opportunities to perfect that look. And...he's not too proud to admit it...it gets results.

...

Bojan is a freaking genius.

It's almost a shame that he and Kris have been pulling this stunt for too long to let the rest of the guys in on the secret, because he's DYING to see how they'd react.

(First and foremost, he knows, they'd be *super jealous*, because Kris is...well. He's Kris. HELLO)

Personally, he blames whoever threw that first tiara on stage. You dress up your guitarist ONE TIME and suddenly he's #theprettiestprincess and...other things...and there's no going back.

Not that he wants to.

Anyway. Where was he?

Oh right. Being a freaking genius.

He grins and asks, oh-so-innocently, who the flowers are from. Kris doesn't even dignify that with a response, but tosses the gift card at him with - Bojan considers - slightly more force than is *strictly* necessary.

"They're for someone called..." (a tiny pause. almost imperceptible. almost.) "...Kamila...anyone you know?" Kris arches one of those perfect eyebrows and gives him a look that - to those not in the know - says he's already 100% done with this particular conversation.

Bojan, being, well, in the know, knows otherwise. Good thing he's been working on his poker face.

...

Bojan has NO POKER FACE WHATSOEVER.

Honestly, it'd be embarrassing if it wasn't also hilarious.

Jan hides a smirk as he bends his head over his guitar (because SOME OF US were, in fact, working hard on the creative process just now, excuse you KRIS) ... but catches Nace's eye from across the room as he does so and

oh hell

well now he can't look anywhere for the next hour or so.

When he gets that twinkle in his eye Nace looks about 5 years younger and...let's just say Jan hasn't quite figured out how he feels about pursuing that particular line of thought.

Fortunately he *has* figured out exactly how to fake being off in his own world because when you're an introvert in a band which also contains Bojan and Jure you have to develop these kinds of skills. Still, even without looking he can sense Nace is just as tickled by the situation as he is. He sighs and gives up any attempt to continue working on that solo he could FEEL taking shape earlier. "Anyone want coffee?" he asks.

Everyone does, which is what he's counted on. Now he can retreat to the kitchen and hide for a bit. Win-win.

5...4...3...2...his phone pings, right on cue.

#cantspell_nacejordan_withoutjan: Do they really not know we know? <insert FRIENDS gif here>

#conspiracytheorist: Please. That's Bojan's signature "no one knows I'm a genius" face.

#conspiracytheorist: PS: FRIENDS references? Could you *be* more of a dork? : P

#conspiracytheorist: PPS: Why are you texting me instead of coming out here to talk like a normal person?

#cantspell_nacejordan_withoutjan: Because this is too good to miss obviously ; )

#cantspell_nacejordan_withoutjan: Want to place bets on how long Bojci lasts before he cracks and tells us EVERYTHING?

#cantspell_nacejordan_withoutjan: Jure reckons 15 more minutes

#conspiracytheorist: You guys are so immature

#conspiracytheorist: Also a tenner says he cracks in less than 5 minutes

#cantspell_nacejordan_withoutjan: You're on ; )

Jan grins, puts his phone in his pocket, and gets on with making the coffee.

Also I guess I really am a BoKris shipper now because my first thought was, WHAT IF

Bojan sometimes calls Kris "Kamila" when it's just the two of them as a reference to Kris's princess status

Bojan likes buying people flowers because (i) it's romantic and (ii) he gets to make a pun on his own surname EVERY TIME

Ergo, the flowers are a present from Bojan to Kris, a romantic gesture hidden in plain sight

Kris knows all of this but they both find it funny to pretend they don't know who the flowers are from or for

The rest of the band know exactly what's going on but they find it funny that neither Bojan nor Kris has realised this

[missmorosis]

Whom I Belong

Hello hello! This was a request from @greenslifestuff​, but the original wasn’t showing up in the tags, so technically this is a repost! 

greenslifestuff asked:

okay, idea. What if you did a oneshot w sokka and a reader who can sing, and she sings something (maybe la vie en rose) to some kids and he sees and it's just fluff? he's like "since when can you sing?" and stuff and the reader is kinda nonchalant about the whole thing? she's like "since forever why?" you can go from there. Have a good day Friend. Also what are your pronouns, so I know how to address you from here on out?

Also, my pronouns are she/her! Thanks for asking!!

*Song lyrics are from La Vie en Rose by Edith Piaf, by request!

Sokka walked down the city streets, admiring the setting sun and watching the lights turn on in the distance. His feet crunched autumn leaves, and the breeze blew through his ponytail.

“Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche,” a familiar voice sang. He looked around to see where the voice was coming from. Sokka peered through a shop window, and his eyes widened, jaw dropping. Y/N?!

“Voila le portrait sans retouches, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens,” Y/N continued. “Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle l'a tout bas, je vois la vie en rose.”

Sokka was awestruck. She had never sung to him before, so it was all a surprise. He was mesmerized by her voice, unable to look away. She was performing for a small crowd, who seemed like they all felt the same way Sokka did. Their food was half-eaten, glasses half-full, as they all stopped and listened to the singing girl.

“Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tous les jours, et ça m' fait quelque chose... Il est entré dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause.”

Sokka watched as Y/N’s eyes sparkled, facing the crowd. Her voice was full of passion and beauty; he loved it. He loved the way she gripped the microphone, her body slightly swooning to the melody. Her midnight blue dress was flowing around her body as she swayed, and her hair was pulled up into an elegant updo. The spotlight reflected on the rhinestones scattered on Y/N’s dress, causing the dress to seem like it twinkled.

“C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie... Et, dès que je l'aperçois, alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat…”

He watched as Y/N took a breath. He leaned so close against the glass that his breath started fogging it up. He fussed around with his sleeve, trying to clear it up as Y/N continued to sing.

“Des nuits d'amour à plus en finir, un grand bonheur qui prend sa place, les ennuis, les chagrins, s'effacent, heureux, heureux à mourir… Quand il me prend dans ses bras, Il me parle tout bas, je vois la vie en rose… Il me dit des mots d'amour, des mots de tout les jours, et ça m' fait quelque chose… Il est entré dans mon coeur, une part de bonheur, dont je connais la cause...”

Y/N’s eyes finally wandered to the window Sokka was watching from. Her eyes shone brighter as Sokka waved and gave her a thumbs up. She smiled back, making Sokka’s heart skip a beat.

“C'est lui pour moi, moi pour lui dans la vie, Il me l'a dit, l'a jure pour la vie… Et, dès que je l'apercois, alors je sens en moi, mon coeur qui bat...”

Sokka exhaled, causing the glass to fog up again. He drew a smiley face, making Y/N laugh. Her voice wavered a bit, but she was quickly able to get back on top of it.

“La la la la, la la la la… La, la, la, la.” She ended the song with a bow and all of the people in the room stood up and applauded her, including Sokka. She made eye contact with him, and he smiled brightly, trying to convey a silent message. You did great! ...I love you…

After Y/N’s gig was over, she quickly rushed out of the door, running into Sokka.

“Sokka!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t even know you came around here!” Her facial features beamed up at him, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Y/N!” He met her with the same amount of enthusiasm, if not more. He gave her a quick hug. “You were fantastic!”  The two walked through the nighttime streets together.

“Since when could you sing? Why didn’t you tell me you had such a great voice?” he said, playfully nudging her shoulder with his.

“I’ve been singing for forever, and I never really needed to bring it up,” Y/N shrugged it off.

“Y/N! You could’ve saved our awful karaoke nights. I love Aang, but he can not sing. At all.” Y/N laughed. They continued down the road, walking in comfortable silence.

“You know, you’re really talented,” Sokka said. There was a light blush on Y/N’s cheeks.

“Thanks, but not really. Anyone can do what I do. It’s just singing.” Sokka couldn’t help himself; she was amazing, and she needed to know that. He turned to face her, making eye contact. He held her gaze and put one hand on her warm chin, holding it up.

Des yeux qui font baisser les miens: a gaze that makes me lower my own.

“Hey, of course you are! Ask anyone from the audience and they’ll tell you the same thing. Your singing is unbelievable.” She sent a small grateful smile towards him, and Sokka turned back to face ahead of him, continuing to walk.

“Thanks Sokka, you’re the best.” Sokka laughed, quickly glancing at the girl walking alongside him. The laughter quickly died on his lips. She was looking seriously beautiful, the moonlight bouncing off of her face, her eyes gleaming.

Un rire qui se perd sur sa bouche: A laugh that is lost on his lips-

“Uh Sokka?” Y/N was looking at him now. He cleared his throat.

“Heh, yeah. Sorry. I know I’m the best.” He tried to brush off the awkwardness with a smirk and a playful comment. He watched Y/N’s gaze look down at his lips, and back up at his eyes. Sokka swallowed and leaned in.  He closed his eyes, sensing Y/N doing the same. They met somewhat in the middle with a gentle kiss.

Voila le portrait sans retouches, de l'homme auquel j'appartiens: That is the un-retouched portrait of the man to whom I belong.

AHH okay sooo thoughts?? I really hope yall like it! ALSOO sorry if the ending felt kinda rushed hahaha :)

Feel free to keep sending in requests! I love love love writing for yall!

Writing Masterlist

[anxious-witch]

Okay, I think I mostly gathered my thoughts. So

My personal highlights from the second Zagreb concert (11/11/2023)

Meeting my friend's friends in the queue and us sharing snacks while freezing outside

Managing to get to almost exact middle of the stage in the third row

4 of us playing "finish the sentence" for an hour while we waited and two girls joining us and laughing so much because we kept fucking up

I know I said Jan's magnetism is fascinating, but now that I was closer, I definitely see why sm ppl recorded primarly Bojan. When he meets your gaze for a second it's like. Okay, let me just breathe for a second

Experiencing Kris on the stage too, since I could bareky see him yesterday! I know he was feeling unwell but he still had that ethereal glow to him

Getting to see irl how differently Jan and Kris handle guitars? Like, I am absolutely no expert but Kris seems much more controlled and precise and Jan just...goes to twon with his guitar 😂 love them both it's just interesting how different their styles are

I finally got to see Jure omg. His drum solo was so good and I don't think I realized how much force he puts in his movements before. He is panting because his entire body is moving constantly while he plays the drums. Insane. I love him

A friend's friend throwing a bra with Umazane Misli on it and Bojan picking it up and showing it off

Also, during Umazane Misli, Bojan sending a microphone to one girl who had a sign, another girl taking it and Bojan looking like a disapproving teacher(dw they both got to sing in the end)

Bojan hitting his titties with his hand. 10/10 no notes

Bojan and Nace interacting on several ocassions

Bojan giving Jan the rose and Jan literally holding it with his teeth while he plays

JAN GIVING THE ROSE TO NACE AFTER THE SONG

Jan doing his guitar solo. Kris looking extremly bored and like he just wants Jan to stop showing off 😂 Nace looking at Jan like he hung sun and the stars in the sky

Jan falling(on purpose or not idk) on the floor and still playing his guitar

Bojan circling around Kris and Kris moving away before he can touch him 😂😂 legit got the vibe of "we are having an argument" couple

Bojan kneeling in front of Kris at the end of the second SSOL and Kris smirking slightly while Bojan was turned to the audience

MAKS' GOODBYE AND HIM HUGGING EVERYONE

Like. Bojan hugged him first after the announcement and Maks was very clearly flustered and turned to leave the stage. And then Kris pulled him into a hug from the side and then everyone took turns hugging him

Again, I am probably forgetting things but overall, both concerts were an amazing experiences and I am just floored. I looked forward to this for so long I thought real experience couldn't compare to how I imagined it but boii, I was wrong. I am so thankful I got the change to experience them live

[theotherjourney7]

“Some thoughts on the deal and the end of the formal Brexit process

Not the details which are still to come but where it leaves British politics and the economy after 4.5 long, extraordinary and volatile years.

First of all- this is both a more slender achievement than was promised in the referendum and yet a more expansive political achievement than seemed possible a year ago.

To take the politics first, it is a real political achievement for Boris Johnson.

When he became PM, the Brexit riddle seemed unanswerable. No side had legitimacy. His own party in tatters. Through a mix of cunning, at times genuine political skill and a significant election victory he has helped craft a new settlement. That is not to say any of this is for the good. You can disagree with Brexit, its effects or the nature of that settlement but the fact we have travelled a long way since July 2019 is beyond dispute.

Johnson himself clearly sees his own historical role, saying today he has answered a question that has "bedevilled" British politics and UK/EU relations for decades. That the UK was a perpetually unhappy tenant in the club with consequences for both sides.

The question is how enduring that settlement will be- how good an answer he has provided, whether it will unravel. Part of that will depend on the details and whether there is any significant Tory discontent. Prob unlikely- if even Farage is content, most Tories will be too.

Partly as a result of significant purge it seems that Johnson has answered the question (for now) within the Tory Party. Given it (to a greater or lesser extent) contributed to the downfall of four of his most recent predecessors, this is no small thing.

Consensus also seems to be breaking out across the House. Even Starmer, the bulwark of Labour remain, will vote in favour.

So far so good. But this new settlement could still be fragile. Because the questions the Brexit process posed are eternal and unanswerable.

Europe isn't going anywhere. It is likely that governments over the next years and decades will try and recreate some of the institutions we have opted out of. Arguments over our closeness or otherwise will continue. Negotiations over something or other will never be far away.

Without the UK, integration within the EU is likely to intensify. Part of our being involved was to prevent the emergence of a hegemonic power on our doorstep, evolving in ways we did not like. Our influence over that is at an end. But if the EU does become more united the questions about the UK relationship with it become more, not less acute. We've seen how Britain has been the weaker player in the face of a united bloc. If we see this repeatedly into the future, this weakness may itself become a political issue, in whatever form.

Rhetorically, the prospect of rejoining the EU will become something else- a panacea, just as leaving once was- and joining before that. A lever to be pulled by politicians looking for a simple answer, especially times of economic malaise. An answer to any particular question.

And then there's the Union. There will be those who say that outside the EU, Scottish independence becomes a more difficult enterprise. This is undoubtedly true. Destined no longer to share an economic zone and customs area with RUK, economic questions of indy become more acute.

But this is to misunderstand the point. Brexit makes Scottish independence harder but (likely) more probable. Because Scotland has spent 4.5 years of having a very brute demonstration of how little veto power it has within the Union. It is being demonstrated even with this deal.

British political elites have also spent the last 4.5 years telling voters that actually the parameters of politics are much wider than they were told in the decades before.

They can hardly turn to Scots and say that suddenly the parameters of the politics are narrowed again.

Economically, we are about to engage in what is probably the biggest erection of economic barriers in our peacetime history. The Prime Minister was wrong earlier when he said there would no non tariff barriers to trade. 45 years' worth of integration is being unpicked.

Businesses have very little time to prepare for this new deal. Things are going to be different for them and for citizens. Not EU red tape but different red tape and for individuals, prob more of it.

And then there is the question of what we do with our "sovereignty" Prime Minister says “it’s one thing to win freedom...but it’s how we use it in the months years to come.” Indeed it is. And that is perhaps the biggest question yet. What are we going to do with it? So many times in recent years we've heard from politicians extolling the virtues and necessity of controlling our own regulation and laws in the abstract, rarely in the particular. We're about to find out whether the last 4.5 years was about little more than de jure sovereignty, about freedom in principle (legitimate) or something more substantial. That can only be up to the Prime Minister and those around him to answer. Remarkably, we don't actually have that much idea of what those changes might be.

Many of those who most wanted Brexit for longest and a deregulatory vision And if that's the model we go down, will it threaten the new electoral coalition Boris Johnson has created for his party? Brexit as part of the left right battle...

But it seems to me that that is the next big question and one which might define politics to come. We can diverge. How much will we?

We were to some extent an uneasy member of the EU- at least under Tory govts which are the norm in Britain. Question is do we remain unstable neighbours? Will the EU be done with our politics us and us done with them? Inevitably, I think probably not.

Now, off for a mince pie.“-Lewis Goodall

[dweemeister]

The Shop on Main Street (1965, Czechoslovakia)

Putting “New Wave” in a sentence referring to a film movement is asking for trouble. Whether the New Wave is French, Iranian, or Japanese in origin, the term implies a series of films and filmmakers breaking narrative and aesthetic norms in conventional moviemaking, exalting innovation. New Wave directors from those respective countries include Jean-Luc Godard and Agnès Varda; Forough Farrkohzad and Mohsen Makhmalbaf; Nagisa Oshima and Seijun Suzuki. For those I have just listed, I am not denying their talents, their importance to film history. But show any of their films to someone who is less familiar with these New Waves, without the contextual understanding of the environment their works were released, and befuddlement and distaste will likely abound. Rare is the New Wave film that can be shown to unfamiliar eyes and minds without appropriate context.

Ján Kadár and Elmar Klos’ The Shop on Main Street (adapted from Ladislav Grosman’s novel of the same name) is sometimes considered a part of the then-concurrent Czechoslovak New Wave. And if one considers it part of that New Wave, then it is one of the more comprehendible, technically grounded films of that movement. It certainly qualifies as one of those New Wave exceptions – a film that can be digested by a viewer not accustomed to older movies or has any experience with Czech- or Slovak-language cinema. I consider The Shop on Main Street a Czechoslovak New Wave film. When one looks beneath its World War II-era surface, its politics extend beyond its condemnation of Nazi Germany’s treatment of Jews and the local Slovak population. Though rooted in the nation’s past, it was as timely as Věra Chytilová’s Daisies (1966) upon release. The film outdoes many New Wave films by playing fast and loose with genre expectations: a black comedy in the first half, a tragedy in the second. Nazi Germany’s state-executed hatred, if not including the fringe groups inspired by their example, is no longer; Czechoslovakia has long been split in two. The Shop on Main Street and its censure of those who manipulate the oppressed, while pointing their fingers elsewhere.

In March 1939, the Slovak Republic was carved out of Czechoslovakia as a client state of Nazi Germany. The Slovak Republic never received recognition from the Allies (with the brief exception of the USSR until they were invaded by Germany), and they soon set about the process of Aryanization. Aryanization was a process in which Jewish property and businesses were to be put into “Aryan” ownership so as to “de-Jew” the economy. In The Shop on Main Street, Slovak carpenter Anton "Tóno" Brtko (Jozef Kroner) is offered by an official the ownership of a button store owned by the elderly, near-deaf Rozália Lautmannová (Ida Kamińska). Mrs. Lautmannová, a widow, is unaware that there is a war, that Czechoslovakia is being occupied by invaders intent on seizing her business and exterminating her fellow Jews. She welcomes Tóno as a helper and believes – mishears, really – that he is her nephew. Tóno, thrown into this awkward situation, soon learns that Mrs. Lautmannová’s store is not profitable and depends on community donations. The Jewish community implore Tóno to stay as de jure owner of the store, for fears that a more exploitative owner might be selected were he to give it up. Tóno agrees, accepting a small payment, and dedicating himself to the store’s and Mrs. Lautmannová’s welfare. They find time to see the humor in her mishearing and his stubbornness. In the final scenes, Tóno and Mrs. Lautmannová must make a horrific decision.

Czechoslovakia’s communist government, during the Czechoslovak New Wave, frowned upon films that could be construed as anarchic, insurrectionist, troublemaking. The Shop on Main Street – unlike many of its contemporaries – avoided government meddling. The villains here are the Nazis, whom communist forces across the Eastern bloc fought against. On its surface, The Shop on Main Street assigned no criticism towards Czechoslovakia’s communist regime or to communism. Yet the braggadocious Nazis are a minority in this film. A detestable sociopolitical minority becomes empowered when others sympathize with them, rationalize their prejudices and atrocities, and fail to defend the targets of that minority. We see non-Jewish Slovaks shrugging their shoulders about Aryanization. Why not pocket some extra money with this new policy, they reason, in a sluggish economy and a better-armed invading force now patrolling their streets? These are economically desperate times for non-Jewish Slovaks (and, if my hunches are correct, probably even more so for Jewish Slovaks), so they will use whatever programs necessary to survive, rooted entirely in self-interest.

The communist censors probably thought something, while viewing The Shop on Main Street, that is resurgent in modern-day Europe: that Nazi Germany’s anti-Semitic policies (from Aryanization to concentration camps and much more) were Germany’s responsibility and no one else’s. Complicity with the Nazi agenda is being debated among historians, politicians, and within the 125-minute runtime of The Shop on Main Street. For Tóno, the invaders inspire mutterings out of earshot and disdainful moues. His wife, Evelína (Hana Slivková), is concerned only about money – she is thrilled when she learns that the Aryanization program will give them a financial cushion (so she thinks), never contemplating the possibility this it is the beginning of the Jewish community’s ruin. Has she ever known someone from the community? It is not clear. Tóno’s non-Jewish acquaintances, too, are unfazed by these proclamations. Life is already difficult in the Slovak Republic (Czechoslovakia itself was not formed because its patchwork of ethnicities had common political pursuits and aspirations, but due to expedience and tensions with other ethnic groups), and any economic lifeline that will be offered to the non-Jews will be taken. Are those who support and/or participate in Aryanization irredeemable, given their desperation and the Nazi aim to manufacture conflict between Jews and non-Jews? Is Tóno an accessory of the Nazis?

These are questions that may seem small when grasper the enormity of the Holocaust. But that is the intention of directors Kadár and Klos, who often worked together co-directing films. In his directorial statement for the film in the New York Herald Tribune’s January 23, 1966 issue, Kadár (whose parents and sister were murdered at Auschwitz) writes that he was the principal director for this film – Klos agreed to be a sort of secondary director for The Shop on Main Street, deferring to Kadár because of his personal connection to the material. Klos also notes:

[Klos] knows that I am not thinking of the fate of all the six million tortured Jews, but that my work is shaped by the fate of my father, my friends’ fathers, mothers of those near to me and by people whom I have known. I am not interested in the outer trappings—figures, statements, generalizations. I want to make emotive films.

This is not an epic film intended to sweep viewers into the broadest discussions of the Holocaust. The Shop on Main Street is foremost a film about an unlikely connection – one separated by age, language, and faith – that is formed when exploitation would be so much easier. This is where The Shop on Main Street derives its pathos, in places where despair ought to triumph.

When Tóno meets Mrs. Lautmannová for the first time, he is surprised to see how disconnected she is from the world. She knows little of what is happening outside of the storefront door, and she delights in the company of her few – but dedicated – customers and the letters she receives from a relative in America (she hasn’t received their letter in some months). She closes the store on the Sabbath (sundown on Friday to sundown on Saturday), retreating to her bedroom to pray and to read. Her friends in the Jewish community realize her frailty and lack of understanding, deciding to protect her from the news of pogroms and war. When lacking any authority to make laws or force political change, all they possess are their words and neighborliness – which they share with Tóno freely. Tóno is struck by their generosity, and his friendship with Mrs. Lautmannová grows. Ida Kamińska (the Polish actress was sixty-six years old when The Shop on Main Street was released, and nicknamed the Mother of the Jewish Stage) and Jozef Kroner (a star of numerous Slovak films, but this is his most recognized work) play off each other. In a series of successive (gentle and dark) misunderstandings, these two commoners are each other’s foils. He is a drinker, impatient, and needs to learn diplomacy. She is kind, religious, and concerningly naïve.Their performances are incredible, helping The Shop on Main Street pull off its tonal transitions that should have seen this film crumble into treacle.

Zdeněk Liška’s score to The Shop on Main Street alternates between foreboding string lines wracked with minor key, string-crossing double stops signaling the precariousness of the story’s developments, the unusual situation the characters find themselves in, and emotional torment. A memorable, carnival-like march that opens the film is used to stunning effect when employed ironically. Liška’s cue placement helps Kadar and Klos achieve the respective comedic and dramatic moods that the screenplay and actors so nimbly establish.

Lengthy is the canon of films depicting and commenting on the Holocaust. The Shop on Main Street, avoiding extensive declarations, is one of the earliest films on that list. Its examinations on complicity and the extent of human callousness reverberate to a present where Holocaust denial and blame-shifting continues to rail against the truth of untold millions and their descendants. It is a tremendous film, one containing unexpected power through its performances and the impossible situations the main characters find themselves in. Bathed in white, the final seconds of The Shop on Main Street show a wonderful dream, one that could only be crafted by a director pouring his decades-long grief for his parents and sister into his work. As the camera dances to the right, away from the shop on main street, we see in the background the shops and homes of the Jewish community now silent.

My rating: 10/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. The Shop on Main Street is the one hundred and fifty-eighth feature-length or short film I have rated a ten on imdb.

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Hi:) at first I want to say that I love your monster hearts universe very much ❤️‍🩹 and want to ask jance from this universe with 17

First off I'm very happy you like my fic :D

Second off because you picked Jance this is set after the whole fic ends and (spoilers) they get together by then (who could have seen it coming?). Or it's a parallel world kinda deal. I dunno.

Anyway I loved this one cause it's 17... to distract 😈

The party was in full swing, liquor flowing easily and everyone getting increasingly louder, sloppier and more willing to show affection. This was lovely when it meant Kris was telling everyone how much they meant to him with enthusiastic hugs and cheers or when Bojan truly let loose with his dance moves or when Jere was liberal in his use of pixie dust. It also meant however that certain people were more willing to die on stupid hills.

"I'm not giving you my coke Jure, go drink something else or get your own can," Nace said, keeping his grip firm on the can of soft drink, even as the ghost tried once more to steal it.

"I just need a little bit for my Jack, I don't need a whole can," Jure protested, hovering a bit above the ground so he was higher than Nace, trying to glare at him.

"I said no," Nace rolled his eyes once more and took a sip of his can, exaggerating his moan of pleasure at the taste just to tease the poltergeist.

He felt a slight shudder at his right and looked at the werewolf currently tucked under his arm, his pupils blow and tongue darting out to wet his lips. Jan was officially his boyfriend now and Nace couldn't be happier. He nuzzled Jan's cheek and planted a kiss there.

"Let me have a taste," Jan said. Nace offered the can but it was quickly taken out of his hands and placed on the bookshelf the two were leaning against. Instead Jan turned, pulled Nace in close and kissed him.

Nace brought his hands up to Jan's neck, carding his fingers through the ebony locks he found there. He felt sharp canines dig into his lower lip and he gasped in surprise, giving Jan access to his mouth and feeling his tongue explore it, tasting the surgery sweet drink on his teeth. He pulled Jan closer, one hand trailing down his back, already feeling the windmill that was his tail wagging at full speed.

"Success! The coke is mine!" He heard a cheer behind him and reluctantly broke from Jan's perfect mouth to see what was happening.

Jure had snatched the can from where Jan had left it and was now pouring it into his glass of Jack Daniel's, tipping his head back in victory and taking a large gulp of the mixture.

Nace looked back at Jan to see him showing off his canines in a grin.

"You betrayed me!" Nace clutched his imaginary pearls, offended his boyfriend would use something as special as his kisses to cheat and get Jure his drink.

"He bet me €20." Nace glared at the ghost now proudly sipping his stolen drink.

"I hate both of you," Nace pouted even as Jan leaned in to give him another smooch. He had to admit, the kiss did taste better than his drink.

(P.s, this whole this was mostly inspired by this incredibly old meme)

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Girl I literally had to hold myself back from going in depth on their Stožice outfits because otherwise my reply to the ask would have just been repeating Stožice Stožice Stožice

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Originally I'd had thoughts about them trading Stožice outfits but then I realised this was impossible because the outfits are just so uniquely tailored to them. Sorry other boys but no one else could pull off Kris's Stožice look.

Totally agree about Nace's fit and the white shirt and the tattoos. Together with the new hair it's all just melt

The Jure lace top?? The leather jacket?? fuck yeah.

OK, with Bojan's look, I warmed up to it over the course of the show tbh. I was lucky enough to be at Stožice and lost my fucking mind when I first saw the boys' new outfits on stage, but I remember thinking Bojan's was fairly modest and not quite as flashy compared to the others (maybe by design, since he's so often in the spotlight anyway?). I laughed out loud though when I realised he had his NAME on his PANTS because that's just so ridiculous. And then when I saw that the sleeves were detachable I was 100% on board because that detail is SO Bojan and I appreciate that him losing his sleeves had become such a trope that he (or someone on his design team) just incorporated that into his look.

and with Jan, I agree, THAT JACKET! I'm not a Jan girlie but I could stare at That Photo of him at Stožice leaning back with a little smile on his face, perfectly framed by his hair, in the red jacket, forever...

totally agree on all your Halloween takes, those suits were really doing something. I was also drooling over Bojan in the tight-fitting shirt and tie, there's that one moment where he comes back on stage to introduce the surprise encore and is just playing with his tie before calling for the boys in German and I swear I've watched that clip like 20 times because everything about it is sooo sexy

about all their other looks, just - uuuugghghhghhgh our boys have STYLE. it's a tragedy bojan didn't wear that pink collar on stage too but it might have been too constricting to sing in. I fantasize about one day getting a Cha Cha Cha show with Käärijä having the JO boys on leads dressed all in pink - not in the actual pink dancers' outfits, but in their own styles (slay for kris, suit/blazer for nace, slutty for bojan, shirtless for jure, sleeveless for jan), just in that colour. the mental image alone gives me strength.

agree about the carpe diem MV looks. their ESC outfits though... I was SO excited to see them again at Stožice, and they were part of what first caught my eye about them at ESC, but I think of them as more "cute" than sexy. I appreciate that they've gotten a lot more daring since then.

tbh I know almost nothing about fashion but god damn these boys hold a power over me that has me interested in everything they do

List the top 3 (or top 5 or whatever many you want) outfits of any of the JO boys that make you lose your mind

Oh man 🫠

The Stožice outfits are an automatic "yes please" for all five of them, but I especially like how Bojan has recently been going shirtless under the purple coat. If he does that in Poland I might not make it to the end of the show intact 🙃

Seriously though, all the Stožice outfits. They absolutely nailed it and I can see why they're continuing to perform in them.

Also their Halloween costumes, because I was lucky enough to be in Vienna and WOW those flight crew uniforms were 🔥🔥🔥

I also love Bojan's black sparkly shirt from... I wanna say Tampere? (although I think he's worn it at multiple shows). I'm a sucker for collared shirts with a low neckline or the top buttons undone...

And any of Nace's blazers / suit jackets / whatever that style is. Plus the new way he's doing his hair. I wasn't sure about the slicked-back look when he first did it at Stožice but now I'm a convert 🙏🏻😇

What are yours??

Thanks so much for the asks btw ❤️❤️

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@mordredoforkney asked me to talk about how i would rewrite lra but tumblr’s being stupid so i gotta repost it and not under a cut bc i can’t get the page to open on my blog :P

anyways i’ve waited y e a r s for this question i’ve had this typed up since 2015 and s/o to @europeansdomusicalsbetter for her thoughts and input

long story short i take out the rape scene and make it so all of the recorded songs fit into the show but this is super long so it’s going under the cut

Introduction to Merlin and his deal with the Dragon.  Scene with knights attempting to pull out Excalibur.  Méléagant tries and fails.  After misplacing his brother’s sword, Arthur is successful in removing the sword from the stone.  Méléagant gets angry and accuses Merlin of seeking power for himself. Advienne que pourra Gawain trains Arthur in sword fighting while they’re on their way to Camelot.  Julien/Homme du peuple shows up and is like “Dude Méléagant’s super pissed that you stole the throne from him so now he’s holding my liege hostage.  Come help please?”  Arthur agrees. Arthur and Méléagant face each other in battle.  Arthur wins but is badly injured in the process.  He asks Méléagant to knight him, and Méléagant reluctantly agrees.  The daughter of the lord arrives, and Méléagant reminds her that although he will no longer be king, he will still marry her.  He also hints at getting revenge before leaving with his henchmen.  Guinevere’s like yeah whatever this guy’s hot let’s get him healed.  Her handmaidens (who aren’t pregnant in my version because wtf was that dove) help the king’s knights bring him inside. Rêver l’impossible Arthur and Guinevere introduce themselves to each other.  Maybe also mention how much time has passed just because it’ll make more sense than being magically healed by pregnant handmaidens.  Merlin shows up and is like “Arthur I know you just got injured and that you think you’re in love, but we gotta go defeat the Saxons.”  Guinevere’s like “Mais le roi est fatigué ; il a besoin de repos” and Flo does that sassy wave that he did one time because he should do that forever and always. Quelque chose de magique Merlin returns and says, “Stop the party I’ve got to reintroduce Julien/Homme du peuple.”  Flo Arthur stops noodling long enough to listen to Julien rock out. Délivre-nous Arthur says something inspiring about how he must help his people before he can get laid or some shit.  He tells Guinevere that he must depart but that he will send for her once he has defeated the Saxons. Je me relève The Saxons have been defeated in what will probably result in another dramatic dance number.  Merlin and Gawain bring Arthur back to Camelot and the court.  Or maybe instead of starting this scene with them, it could start with Kay at Camelot, and he receives word that the new king will be arriving soon.  Then Urien could talk to Morgane (thus establishing contact way before “Il est temps”), and her dead parents are mentioned so she can sing.  Maybe something is mentioned about the round table too? Ce que la vie a fait de moi Merlin and Gawain arrive in court with Arthur in tow.  They have some fancy arrival scene where Arthur is introduced as the son of Uther Pendragon. Morgane has a startled yet confused reaction at first.  Arthur makes an announcement that he is to be married and that they must send for Guinevere at once.  If not mentioned earlier, the round table should be mentioned here.  As Arthur and company leave the stage, the setting changes to Morgane’s chambers that evening where she dreams of her mother. Dors Morgane dors (the version on the CD not the stage version) Morgane wakes from her trance in a rage.  She swears vengeance on not only Arthur but Merlin as well for the role that he played in her mother’s rape. Tu vas le payer Kay once again announces the arrival of the future queen of Camelot, and nothing is changed about this scene because it is Emily’s aesthetic and it is perfect. Au diable After Guinevere is settled in court (aka after she sits down on the throne), a mysterious group of players arrive to entertain the king.  Knowing that Arthur would never take her seriously if he knew who told the story, Morgane arrives in disguise. A l’enfant After Morgane reveals herself, Arthur is furious.  Upset at how he reacted and because she accidentally played a role in confronting her future husband, Guinevere rushes off stage (so she can get changed into her next costume).  Merlin and Arthur share a moment where Merlin does some dramatic foreshadowing about how that probably wasn’t a good idea and Arthur’s like “I don’t give a fuck.”   Transition into Guinevere’s garden.  Kay tries to cheer up the future queen with his silly antics, and her handmaidens quickly catch on and join in.  However, nothing really cheers her up until an unknown man shows up in her garden with his sassy squad of backup dancers.  The young man demands to see the king so he can become a knight.  After learning that he must be introduced, he asks Guinevere to do so.  They have several moments of cuteness yet also sadness since you know she’s kind of engaged to another, and she eventually agrees to introduce him.  She bids him farewell and sweeps offstage in her fabulous dress.  Lancelot is so excited that he’s going to be a knight and that he met the most beautiful lady in the world that he has to sing about it because it’s a freaking musical.  Tamara/Leia is probably hanging around so she can report to Morgane. Le monde est parfait Literally the exact same scene that’s currently in the show.  Even down to the “Donnez-moi une mission; je préfère mourir.”  “Restez en vie, c’est un ordre!”   Si je te promets

INTERMISSION

Tant de haine During the song, Morgane and Tamara arrive.  Distrusting her at first, Méléagant decides to trust her after learning of the wrongs that Merlin and Arthur have committed against her.  They decide to form an alliance.  Morgane mentions that she can put a spell on Méléagant that will make him powerful enough to defeat Arthur and take his rightful place on the throne.  She also announces her plan to destroy Arthur by using Guinevere and Lancelot’s love, and Morgane goes on to explain that by destroying Arthur, they will destroy Merlin as well. Transition to Camelot where Kay announces that the royal couple is about to be married.  Arthur and Guinevere are married while Lancelot sings. L’amour quel idiot Arthur pulls Merlin aside to have a father/son moment.  Arthur is still angsty over Morgane’s accusations, and he wonders what he should do now that the Saxons are defeated. Qui suis-je ? Merlin reiterates that Arthur should go after the Grail and maybe mentions something about how Arthur is not responsible for the mistakes of his father (this is some J’accuse mon père stuff right here).  Arthur agrees to seek out the Grail in a reprise that currently (unfortunately) does not exist. Je me relève (reprise) Transition to Méléagant’s castle.  Méléagant wants to know why Morgane’s plan is taking so long.  She tells him that the spell is ready, then they go into the “Je le jure” bit before breaking into song.  During the instrumental break in the middle, there’s some cool witchcraft happening.  This is when Morgane takes Méléagant’s soul. A nos vœux sacrés These next few songs will literally happen exactly like they currently do in the show.  Except Méléagant just falls asleep in his shadows’ arms instead of dying.  He lives, he sleeps, he lives again. (sorry samuel this is something we’d joke and say about méléagant since the skull makeup makes him look like a warboy from mad max fury road XD) Faire comme si Wake Up Nos corps à la dérive Il est temps Mon combat -- this now serves more as foreshadowing of a future confrontation instead of the confrontation itself (hopefully anyways) Le Chant du dragon Auprès d’un autre After Guinevere and Lancelot have left, Arthur’s gaze falls upon Morgane, and he orders his knights to arrest her.  He tells her that he figured out her plan, but that it won’t work.  He’s hurt, but he has forgiven Guinevere and Lancelot and will continue to rule.  Arthur orders his knights to step away from Morgane, and he tells her that he forgives her too and that she is free to leave if she chooses.  Morgane is in disbelief; how can he forgive her after all the pain she just put him through?  She tells Arthur no.  She will stay in Camelot and help him become the greatest king of all time. Un Nouveau Départ - sung by Morgane, change the line about vengeance.  Maybe other cast members join in during the later verses/refrains? Promis c’est juré - curtain call song plus one more jam for the road (maybe mon combat instead of quelque chose de magique)

obvs there are still a couple of kinks to work out but @ dove pls hire me to rewrite your musical