WE'RE HALFWAY THERE!

WE'RE HALFWAY THERE!

Tonight is the postcard filming and the big Eurovision party... really you should just show up for the costume choices-

Gay or European?

Welcome to Eurovision 2021, Team Free Will!

Summary: When the British contestant for this year's Eurovision Song Contest is suddenly out of the competition, it's left to four Americans and their Irish friend to take the microphone.

Paige, their manager, has not packed nearly enough painkillers for the chaos this trip will cause.

Posting a chapter every day of this week!

Read on AO3.

AND TO END... A SOFT EPILOGUE

It's not particularly long, but I felt like it was important. I just want to say thank you to everyone who has read or commented, and a big thank you to @kazcoded who helped it spin wildly out of control into a nearly 15k word long fic!

Gay or European?

Welcome to Eurovision 2021, Team Free Will!

Summary: When the British contestant for this year's Eurovision Song Contest is suddenly out of the competition, it's left to four Americans and their Irish friend to take the microphone.

Paige, their manager, has not packed nearly enough painkillers for the chaos this trip will cause.

Posting a chapter every day of this week!

Read on AO3.

Gay or European?

Welcome to Eurovision 2021, Team Free Will!

Summary: When the British contestant for this year's Eurovision Song Contest is suddenly out of the competition, it's left to four Americans and their Irish friend to take the microphone.

Paige, their manager, has not packed nearly enough painkillers for the chaos this trip will cause.

Posting a chapter every day of this week!

Read on AO3.

my ace ass saw the card option and no others. thanks for tagging me!

i'll tag @kazcoded @cryptkai and @kermitdrinkingteadotjpg

Picrew time!!

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Eurovisionatural Ch 3 Sneak Peek

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Half the fun of flying to various countries for Eurovision, Paige knows, is the food. Seriously, those two weeks she spent in Germany a few years back… well, she’s genuinely surprised she managed to do anything productive, considering how much time she spent eating.

Until now, she had never even spared a second thought for Georgian food - in fact, she’d actually been hoping that Italy would win for the last few years just so she could spend a week eating pasta that wasn’t from one of those instant pouches - but she’d been pleasantly surprised in the last few days.

By ‘pleasantly surprised’, she actually meant that she was going to learn all of these recipes and cook them for the rest of her life, because the only thing that could prevent her from eating acharuli khachapuri every day is lactose intolerance and death.

It’s hard to tell whether Dean recognises that the noises he is making around his food is not really appropriate for a restaurant at lunchtime, but no one can find the heart to tell him that. Paige looks down at her plate. They are literally eating a dough bowl filled with melted cheese and egg; if she wasn’t supposed to be acting professional, she’s pretty sure she would be making the exact same faces. Maybe one day she could come back with Addy, since she was a way better cook than-

Paige stopped that train of thought as suddenly as it started. Addy wouldn’t be travelling anywhere with her. She had made her position very clear.

“You alright?” Eileen asks, snapping Paige out of her thoughts.

She forces herself to smile. “Just thinking about how none of the food in the UK is this good.”

Dean laughs around a mouthful of food, Sam wrinkling his nose in disgust. “I apologise for my brother’s table manners. Or, apparently, complete lack thereof.”

“There is no graceful way to eat this much cheese, Sammy,” Dean replies, mouth still full.

the echoes swell to nothing on the tide

[PART THREE IN THE TO SUFFER THE SEA SERIES]

2.4k words // Read on AO3

Summary:

Kaz nods slightly, his hair tickling the tip of Inej’s nose. “So, I’ll ask the question back to you. Do you think you are a bad person, Inej?”

{o0o}

Inej may not have died when her boat sank, but she still has a long road to recovery. Right now, that involves a mountain of blankets, a prayer to a Saint she may not believe in, and the Bastard of the Barrel at her bedside.

Ahh, it's finally here! I am loving writing this series so much, and I am so sorry this part took so long to come out! I hope you enjoy it :D

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