#la nit

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today, on July 25th, 1992, Spain

Opening ceremony of the Barcelona Olympics, held that took place July 25–August 9, 1992

Freddie Mercury supposed to perform with Montserrat Caballé

The song was composed by Mercury and includes violins by Homi Kanga and Laurie Lewis, cello by Deborah Ann Johnston, horn by Barry Castle and percussion by Frank Ricotti. It was performed live at the opening by Montserrat, with Freddie's voice recordings and it was used as the title music to the BBC's coverage of the 1992 Summer Olympics.

The music video was filmed at the world's largest nightclub, Privilege in Ibiza.

(source: https://www.barcelona.com/barcelona_inspiration/barcelona_the_song)

📸 Pic: 8th October 1988 - Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé performed three songs (playback) by the Magic Fountain on Montjuic at a music festival "La Nit", which celebrated the arrival of the Olympic flag from the Seoul games to Barcelona

[gallusrostromegalus]

AEIWAM: WHY does Aizen eat mayo on white bread?!!

There's a lot of things wrong with that guy.

[fugintdeltemps]

[quatregats]

D'on coi han tret això

[translucent-serendipity]

estoy cansada, me encuentro regu y me siento pequeña. quisiera dormir en un abrazo en que disfrutar de dicha pequeñez. hhh, sí.

[metalhead-brainrot]

[Album of the day] Brux - Fills de La Nit

Barcelona, ESP || 2023 || LA VIDA ES UN MUS DISCOS

[Genres] post-punk, punk'n'roll

[FFO] Oi!

[Thoughts] The genre tags on this short little EP don't sound like something I'd typically enjoy, but I find that averaging out those styles gives Fills de La Nit a garage-punk sound: not super rhythmically complex, but aesthetically appealing.

This came out today (2024.03.29) on London-based label LA VIDA ES UN MUS DISCOS, but given that the band is from Barcelona I'm going to assume the title is Catalan for "Children of the night."

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[From the band/label]

BRUX are back with four tracks of their trademark sound. Four flanged out hard hitting anthems, mixing the sharpest possible post punk with the roughest street rock’n’roll vocals. They keep their boots firmly pressed between two styles which seem polar opposites, resulting in new sounds made up of old formulas. Too angular for boot boys yet too crude for trendy post punkers. Blending both BLITZ eras with Death rock and current punk wave, and resulting on a fully formed band not afraid of displaying all their influences at once.

[petit-papillion]

"Las Vegas is going to be a good one. All our indications are that it is going to be a low downforce circuit, and as such, we are confident that we can be competitive there, but [we still have] a tricky car.

Let's not beat around the bush: it comes in and out of the window quite quickly, and the struggle for us has been to understand why that is.

I think we understand that most of it might be in the DNA of the car, so for next year, we are focusing on making it a much more benign car, one that doesn't have such a narrow operating window.

In a race, you can't operate in a narrow window because the race is long, temperatures change, the tyres, and you need a bit of a broader operating window to have a really good race. That is where Red Bull's strength is - their operating window is very wide."

Jock Clear | 13 November 2023

Source: racingnews365

[res--publica]

La gent jove que no és de Barcelona és una d'aquestes tres coses:

1- Casat

2- Casat amb fills

3- Ha estudiat ade

[tornoaserjo]

Als 38.000 matats que han votat a frente obrero, thank you for service💋 38.000 vots que no han arribat a vox💋💋

[freddiemercurylegendabovelegends]

Today - October 8th, 1988 - Freddie Mercury and Montserrat Caballé performed three songs (playback) by the Magic Fountain on Montjuic at a music festival "La Nit", which celebrated the arrival of the Olympic flag from the Seoul games to Barcelona

📸 Pic3: Freddie Mercury meeting Queen Sofía and King Juan Carlos of Spain in Barcelona after the La Nit Festival 1988

🔸'How Can I Go On': https://youtu.be/ksNoe8W2jTc

🔸'The Golden Boy': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPizyP4x30I

🔸'Barcelona': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkskujG0UYc

[aspectacularswathofswarmingbees]

One of my favorite things to do when I read a road trip fic is to see just how long the trip would actually take compared to what they say it'll take.

Just read a fic where they said it was 300 miles to Las Vegas from New Jersey. Looked it up, it's like 2800 lol. Like, yeah, no.

[la-morte-vivante]

em poso romàntica em poso satànica em té maniàtica es sap la tàctica

[negreabsolut]

Darrera ullada a Hobbiters, per Ted Nasmith.

[12endigital]

Alicante cierra unas Hogueras con récord de afluencia y una ocupación hotelera de más del 93%

 La Nit de la Cremà ha puesto en la madrugada de este martes el colofón a unas fiestas de Hogueras que han vuelto a romper récords en materia de afluencia, con más de un millón y medio de visitantes; de ocupación hotelera y hostelera, con lleno técnico en alojamientos y restauración; y de participación masiva en los principales actos, con más de un millón de personas en las calles cada día. La…

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

More of you said "other" than the way I'd instinctively pronounce it. What 'other' way could there be??

[obvithe-bestsoph]

Prompt 85 with pau cubarsi please

No. 85 | "Please come back to bed." PC2

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Today’s match hadn’t gone well. Barcelona lost 1-0 to Real Sociedad. In the last game, in the 2-5 win over Crvena Zvezda, Pau had taken a cleat to the face, scratching himself up real bad. So in the match today, he was wearing the mask for the first time wearing the mask in the match. Training with it had been fine, so he didn’t expect it to be so distracting to wear while playing, it wasn’t enough to impact his performance at all, but he just found it a bit annoying. 

So when he got back to you guy’s shared apartment, he was frustrated from losing the match, overstimulated by the itchiness of the healing scabs on his face and around his hairline, and generally not in the best mood. He would never take it out on you, no matter how angry he is, because that’s not Pau, but the apartment is pretty quiet that night.

You shower separately, respecting his space, although the shower does feel a bit emptier than usual without Pau’s chatter, teasing, tickling and gentle washing of your hair. He’s already in bed, laying on his side, when you re-enter the bedroom, now in your pyjamas. He gives you a small smile and continues scrolling on his phone as you slip in next to him.

After 20-30 minutes of scrolling on your own phone, you reach for the charger and put it on the nightstand.

“I think I’m gonna sleep now, amor. Està bé que apagui la llum (is it okay for me to turn off the light)?” he a small hum to say that that’s alright, and turns his head to give you a goodnight kiss like always. 

“Bona nit, mi nena (goodnight, my girl).” he whispers, pressing his lips against yours briefly. 

“T'estimo. (i love you).” You whisper back. “Jo també t'estimo (i love you too).” He gives you another kiss before rolling over again and turning the lights out for you, but he stays up on his phone.

Having had a long day yourself, you fall asleep fairly quickly, but Pau is awake late into the night.

At 3 AM, you wake up for the toilet, but when you slowly flutter your eyes open, you realise you have a missing boyfriend. Yawning groggily, you head out into the main area of the apartment. Sure enough, there he is, sitting on the edge of the couch, his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking slightly.

Seeing him cry, you wake up fully, rather quickly moving to sit next to him. Pulling him into your side, he removes his face from his hands and instead buries it in your chest/neck.

You just hold him for a minute, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead, and rocking him slightly, until his tears stop. After he finishes his little cry, it’s silent for a moment, before you break it.

“Què passa (what’s wrong)?” you ask in a soft whisper.

“I’m just frustrated. The match was crap, I hate losing, and the scabs are itchy but I can’t scratch them or they’ll just break again. I couldn’t sleep and now I’m frustrated because you’re here comforting me and not warm and in bed getting a good night’s sleep.” he replies, his usual cheery tone a little dulled.

You spend about an hour talking with him, letting him vent, occasionally chiming in with advice or comments until it goes quiet again. “Please come back to bed?” your voice comes out comfortingly quiet and persuasive, and before you know it, you’re back in bed once more, a clingy Pau taking the ‘little spoon’ position, something which you’re rather happy about, as sometimes you like to take a turn cuddling him too.

When you wake up again in the morning, properly this time, there is once again a missing boyfriend. You look around the room for a minute, and just as you’re about to get up to go look for him, the door cracks open. 

In walks Pau, smiling once more, a tray of (your favourite breakfast) in his hands. 

“What’s this?” you laugh, surprised. “Breakfast.” “Well, obviously,” you laugh again, “I mean, why?”

“As a thank you for helping me last night.” he smiles, placing the tray over your lap and getting into bed next to you again. 

“Pau, you’re so funny sometimes. You don’t need to thank me for just listening and being there for you. I’m your girlfriend, that’s my job.” you scold lightly. Pau laughs sheepishly and shrugs, “Well, then, it’s just a nice surprise.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle at his new excuse, kissing him on the forehead in thanks. You donate a piece of toast to the never-endingly hungry teenage boy that is your boyfriend, and eat the rest of your breakfast happily. 

Once you finish, you put the tray down on the floor beside the bed, and snuggle up with Pau once more. He’s now reading a book for his classe d'història (history class), but happily let’s you tuck yourself under one of his strong, muscular arms, laying your head on his broad chest. For a while, you read along with him, but eventually doze off on him once more.

Pau reads for a little longer before putting in his bookmark and placing the book on his nightstand. He just watches you for a while, feeling luckier than ever. He kisses your forehead, and gently whispers against your skin, “T'estimo, meu ànima (i love you, my soul).”