#national anthems
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useless-catalanfacts · 6 months ago
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Did you know that, when Latin American countries were becoming independent from Spain, 5 of their anthems were composed by Catalans?
In Argentina 🇦🇷, the government that resulted from the 1810 May Revolution chose an anthem composed by Blai Parera i Moret.
In Chile 🇨🇱, the anthem chosen in 1828 was composed by Ramon Carnicer i Batlle.
Mexico's 🇲🇽 1854 contest to choose a national anthem was won by Jaume Nunó i Roca.
When Panama 🇵🇦 became independent in 1904, they commissioned Albert Galimany i Pujol to compose their national anthem.
Puerto Rico 🇵🇷 adopted its current national anthem in 1952, choosing a song composed in 1867 by Fèlix Astol i Artés.
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lydiardbell · 10 months ago
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etchif · 5 months ago
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f1nneas · 6 months ago
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Intro post!! 🤪🤪
Helloo :))))
My name is FINN 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥
And I’m a girl I guess 😪😪
Some things I like areee musicals, NIGHTWING specifically dick Grayson, I like Aaron Taylor-Johnson, andddd I also enjoy making friendship bracelets (I like the patterns) oh and I like national anthems
And some men make me want to HURL (they make me want to hurl up my delicious lunch but also hurl myself off of a rooftop.)
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This is my favourite song from heathers
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necarion · 4 months ago
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One funny observation: the audience and chorus can't agree on "never shall be slaves" and "never will be slaves". The Welsh bit, where the chorus suddenly has no idea on the lyrics, is great too.
As a prediction: if the Republicans win and the Monarchy is dissolved, "Rule Britannia" becomes the national anthem. It's more lively than "God Save the King/Queen [Delete whichever is inappropriate]", and already holds national anthem status based on the reception at the Last Night of the Proms.
"But it's Imperialist" will be met with a very great shrug. It's less fucked up than whatever the French have going on about spilling impure blood. In general, it has a bunch of lyrics about not bowing to tyrants, which is always a good sentiment in a national anthem. And it's plausibly one of the few anthems in the world where people actually know other verses.
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jokingluna · 2 years ago
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devilish-parrot · 3 months ago
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why do countries have theme songs
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trolledu · 7 months ago
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chibits42 · 1 year ago
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we should call national anthem theme songs
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f1nneas · 4 months ago
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Guys I really love national anthems they’re so silly
O’ Canada O’ canada O’ canada we stand on guard for thee
To sing with heart and voice God save the King
Say can you see by the twilights first gleaming
I’m you’re national anthem god you’re so handsome take me to the Hamptons, Bugatti Veyron
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milkilita · 4 months ago
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light me up like the fourth of july *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 🇺🇸
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aurora-doll-333 · 10 months ago
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red, white, blue is in the sky 💋 summer’s in the air and baby, heaven’s in your eyes
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greengoblinswifey · 25 days ago
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Love Story for the New Age- Nicholas Chavez x Fem!Reader
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summary— your love story with nicholas unfolds amidst the chaos of fame and paparazzi as you explore NYC together.
warnings— nothing explicit. fluff, kissing, ass squeezing, established relationship, protective and sweetheart nicholas.
a/n— read while listening to National Anthem by Lana Del Rey, preferably the demo version but the released works <3
You walked down the bustling streets of New York, hand in hand with Nicholas, heads down, sunglasses shielding your faces from the curious eyes of passersby. Security followed a few steps behind, giving space but always watchful. The city's constant hum surrounded you, honking taxis, the chatter of people, and the distant murmur of traffic. New York a couple years ago seemed like a distant dream but here you were, on a casual day.
As you passed a cozy-looking restaurant, the smell of food made you glance up. Just then, a woman working inside recognized Nicholas, her face lighting up in excitement. “I love your work! You’re amazing!” she exclaimed, “you’re even better looking in person.”
He smiled warmly, still holding on to your hand. “Thank you,” he said, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. You felt a wave of pride, seeing him appreciated for his talent and staying so down-to-earth despite his new found popularity.
The woman, clearly eager to please, offered, “Would you both like to skip the line? I can get you seated right away.” He politely declined, shaking his head. “No, thank you. We’ll wait our turn.”
You couldn’t help but feel proud of him in that moment. Despite his fame, he remained humble and grounded. As you stood in line together, your heart swelled with admiration, grateful for the man beside you who stayed true to himself, even with the world watching.
“I’m proud of you,” you smiled, looking up at him.
“I know you are baby, it’s nothing, I just did what I was supposed to.” Always so humble.
After waiting for a few minutes you were finally seated with the promise that someone would be with you to take your orders.
The cozy ambiance of the restaurant was a welcome break from the chaos outside. As you scanned the options, you smiled and decided on pasta, having heard rave reviews about the restaurant’s dishes.
“The last time I ordered pasta from a restaurant it was so bad, I swear to god if it’s bad again I’ll scream,” you groaned. Nicholas, still glancing over the menu, seemed to be carefully considering his choice.
Just as you were about to put the menu down, a sudden flash caught your eye. You blinked, confused, and glanced toward the window. Outside, a group of paparazzi had gathered, their cameras pointed directly at you both, flashing non-stop.
You gasped and turned to Nicholas. “Oh my God, did you call them? You didn’t call them, did you?” He shook his head, looking just as surprised as you. “No, of course not. Why would I do that? This is crazy.”
You let out a small giggle despite yourself, but the constant barrage of camera flashes started to get on your nerves. Annoyed, you shielded your face with your hand. Nicholas did the same, his jaw tightening as the flashing continued. Neither of you moved, trying to keep the moment from spiraling into full-blown chaos, but the attention was unsettling.
Finally, the waitress approached the table with a warm smile. She complimented your hair, making you smile despite the chaos around you, and then turned to your boyfriend.
“I have to say,” she began, “your acting in Monsters was incredible. I just love the show and sympathize with the Menendez brothers.”
Nicholas gave her a grateful smile, genuinely touched by the compliment. “Thank you so much, that’s really sweet of you,” he responded, his tone soft and appreciative.
“She’s sweet,” you added, after the waitress left with your orders written down.
You noticed, though, that the first woman who’d greeted you earlier had barely acknowledged your presence. It stung a little, but you brushed it off, focusing instead on the waitress’s kindness and his down-to-earth reaction.
Outside, the paparazzi continued to snap pictures occasionally, but the intensity had lessened. Now, they seemed content with waiting for the two of you to finish your meal, no doubt hoping for more shots or a word as you left.
“I used to think celebrities called paparazzi on themselves but you didn’t and here they are,” you chuckled, sinking into your seat.
“Me too baby,” he reached across and caressed your hand in his, “I know it’s annoying and feels stalkerish but I’ll deal with it.”
You were content with his response. Paparazzi was dangerous, growing up you believed they were responsible for Britney Spears’ despise, tormenting her and catching her at her most vulnerable moments. The media had a frenzy with the pictures they would capture and you didn’t want that for Nicholas. You didn’t want them to paint a false narrative of him like they did so many other famous people. They were inhumane.
After the food arrived, you dug into your pasta and instantly lit up. “Oh my God, this is so good, Nick!” you exclaimed, your eyes wide with delight.
Nicholas smiled at you, leaning in to take a bite from your plate. Just as he tasted it, there was another flash. The paparazzi had caught the moment right as he savored the pasta.
You giggled, shaking your head. “I hope they got our good side,” you teased, causing both of you to burst into laughter.
When the meal was over, you reached for your purse, ready to pay for both of you, but Nicholas was one step ahead. He had already slipped your card out earlier and left it in the car. “I wanted to pay!” you said, playfully annoyed, crossing your arms.
He grinned at you, shaking his head. “As long as you’re with me, you won’t even open your purse,” he said smoothly. “You don’t have to pay for anything. I’m your boyfriend, and I’m going to make sure you feel good, even with the little things.”
You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t help smiling at how sweet and protective he was. He left a generous tip for the sweet waitress, who looked genuinely surprised. “Oh my God, thank you! I really needed this,” she said, her voice full of gratitude. She admired the gesture, clearly moved by his kindness.
He smiled humbly, but you could tell he was proud of making someone’s day.
“You didn’t have to do that, but you really helped someone today,” you said, smiling up at him.
As you got up to leave, the paparazzi were still lurking outside, snapping more photos. You had an idea. “Let’s give them something to talk about,” you said, grinning at Nicholas. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
You both struck a sexy pose for the cameras. Nicholas stood behind you, his hand casually resting on your waist, but just as the flashes went off, he cheekily grabbed your ass. You both laughed, knowing that picture would be all over the tabloids in no time, regrettably but you posed none the less, your hands on his chest, looking lovingly at the fine specimen of a man before you then placing a kiss on his lips.
With the flashes still going, you headed to the car, your security team ensuring the way was clear. As you got in, the paparazzi tried to shove their cameras into the car for more photos, almost hitting you in the face with their cameras. Nicholas quickly turned, his protective side kicking in.
“Back off, get out of my girlfriend’s face!” he snapped, glaring at them. You couldn’t help but feel a rush from the way he defended you, a little turned on by his assertiveness.
You both laughed together, the adrenaline still buzzing. As the driver sped off, you watched as the paparazzi tried to follow, but soon enough, they fell behind. You and Nicholas shared a satisfied smile, knowing you’d outpaced them.
When you and Nicholas finally arrived back at the hotel, you sighed in relief, glad to be there safely. As the car pulled into the hotel’s private garage, the day’s chaos finally seemed behind you. Earlier, you had thought about how these wild paparazzi chases could be dangerous, remembering the tragedy of the woman you admired, Princess Diana. It was believed that the paparazzi played a role in that accident, a sobering reminder of how things could spiral out of control.
Now, though, the two of you were safe inside, away from the frenzy. You decided to stay in for the night, curling up together in the cozy comfort of your suite. After changing into something comfortable, Nicholas ordered room service, and you both settled down on the bed. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close as you watched a movie.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, before finding your lips. The kisses were soft and warm, a show of the love between you.
“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, looking up at him. “For staying true to yourself today, even with everything going on. I love how grounded you are.”
He smiled at you, brushing stray curls behind your ear. “I wouldn’t want to do any of this with anyone else,” he replied softly. “I love you.”
As the night went on, you snuggled closer, feeling safe and loved in his arms. You reached for your phone, curious to what was brewing in the media. When you unlocked it, your eyes widened in shock.
“Oh my God,” you muttered, sitting up. Your boyfriend glanced over curiously as you scrolled through your feed. The pictures from the day had blown up all over social media. TMZ, The Shade Room, TikTok, everyone had caught onto the story. Headlines and comments were flooding in.
“This is the IT couple. This is a love story for the new age,” one article declared in bold letters.
People were raving about how happy they were to see Nicholas with a woman of color, and they couldn’t stop talking about how beautiful you were. You were overwhelmed, feeling both flattered and a bit surprised by all the attention.
He glanced at the screen, smiling softly before pulling you back against him. “You don’t need their compliments to know you’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and affectionate. “I’m the lucky one. I get to be with you.”
You blushed, your heart swelling at his words. Leaning in, you kissed him gently on the lips before snuggling back into his chest. He planted another kiss on your forehead, and the two of you settled in for the night. Oh how you loved to be wrapped in the handsome man’s muscular arms.
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dougielombax · 2 years ago
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Let’s be honest, the British national anthem is a bit of a dirge.
(As an Irishman I will admit that Ireland’s isn’t any better, it’s too parochial and free state-ish.)
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valyrfia · 5 months ago
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defending max verstappen on the internet is not enough i need a gun
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c1nnamng1rl · 2 months ago
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he was charismatic, magnetic, electric, and everybody knew it..
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