#aah phone sex must be magical with this man

[in-hav3n]

all I can think about is James (1996 James or current James) and phone sex. both of you just getting off to each other's voices because you haven't seen each other in so long and both of you are just so needy. OH LORDY I CANT 🤭

𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗

WARNINGS : NSFW - sex scene - masturbation

I can already hear his voice on the line, saying the most naughtiest things to you 🤭 but they'd do it differently.

Let's start with 1996 James. If you have seen "Cunning stunts" (i recommended it to you if you don't yet) or any shows from that era, you know well then how crazy, excited and ecstatic James is at a gig. He's sometimes drunk, screaming, singing and running around all around the stage, even coming closer to the public to rock hard with them. So he'd be in the same mood when he'll have you on the phone right after, chatting for a while about the usual stuffs before going straight to what he would have loved right now if you were on tour with him.

He'd tell you first "I miss my pretty baby - I wish you were there, completely naked in my bed so I could take care of you" and you'd answer with moans, hearing his low and feverish voice before asking him to tell you how exactly he'd take care of you. And James would give you all the details about how he'd make you feel so good with his mouth, his hands, his tongue and then his cock.

And things will be even more intense as soon as he'll discover you're touching yourself on the other line. He'd ask you, or even beg you, to confess loud what you'd want him to do. "I want your cock inside me, I miss you so much James - I want to feel you - I want you to give it to me" He'd end jerking off too, as you would be both sharing about what you'd like to do on each others body until you both came hard. Moans, groans, gasps and whimpers can be heard on the line. James would be the first to come, gig's adrenaline had given him a hard boner he needed to fulfill. You'd cum after when he'll tell you that you are good girl for him...

For current James - my! Here's the hot idea I have on my mind...

James told you once how much he missed your presence and touch during tour so you decided to surprise him with some nudes first. Nothing too explicit tough. You exposed some parts of your body, his favorites of course, in casual or explicite poses and nothing else. But tonight - or this morning for him due to the jet lag - you want to try something new...

James is far from home for a month now because of "M72 tour" and you miss him a lot. You've never been separated for so long and let's be honest, you also miss his touch. You call him then on camera and you already drool when you saw him with his sleepy face, chest half covered with the covers. He is still in bed and he is absolutely adorable.

You talk for a while about tour and life at home when suddenly James would say, raising a brow, "I see you're wearing a very nice nightie. Never saw this one. Is that a new one ?".

You'd giggle, pursing your lips with an enticing attitude. "Mmh maybe". The you'd show him with the camera, moving your phone to show him what you are wearing exactly.

"Oh baby...", he lazily said, admiring you. "You just wake up the beast" he teases with a low giggle, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

"Did I?". He'd grin and move his phone as well, slowly pull off the covers, exposing his boxer and soon his semi-hard dick. "Oh James !" you'd laugh, biting your lip. This simple vision making you more horny than you already are.

"Now you'll have to help me. You're responsible for that". You notice how hard he gets, how his cock twitches and just get an idea. You change the camera to sit down on the floor, in front of your bedroom big mirror. You then open your legs to show him you're wearing absolutely nothing underneath.

"Naughty little girl... You did all that on purpose, didn't you?".

"Don't you like it ?", you'd start to tease him, slowly sliding your fingers along your pussy lips, letting out a lazily moan as your fingers slowly approach your entrance.

"God baby, that's absolutely erotic", James mutters as you notice his left arm moving lazily in a well-known movement. "Don't stop playing with yourself...do it for me".

You'd do as he asked. Your index slowly makes tight circles around your clit, with a lazy pace before teasing more your entrance by thrusting one then two fingers inside, your mouth letting out gasps of pleasure. "Are you touching yourself too ?".

"Look how hard I am just for you...", he'd move his camera again to show you his hard dick, his hand wrapping it with his thumb on his swollen red tip. You'd whimper of surprise and arousal, not even thinking this would have given him such a boner. "I wish you could put your pretty mouth on it baby..."

"Oh...", you moan, "I wish I could be next to yo on my four, sucking your perfect old dick...". You'd both moan and groan at your sentence and keep touching yourselves, watching intensively the camera. "Tell me what you'd like to do to my little pussy James".

James moves on his bed to be more comfortable and places his phone straight, near his balls, so you'll see him from the front, stroking himself in a frantic pace, big hand around his manhood. "I want to eat this pretty pussy of yours. I want to taste it cause the taste is so sweet...I bet you're completely wet now"

"Oh god...", you'd purr and whimper, fingering yourself even harder with sloppy movements, you hand hitting hard your skin as you feel good sensations running through your body. "James...".

"Yes baby girl...?", he'd hum with his low voice, stroking himself harder too cause he'd feel his orgasm coming. His voice is really hypnotic and vibrates thought your entire body.

"Oh it feel so good...I want your cock to be inside me now, pouding hard into me like this..." and you showed him with your hands how you dream of it.

"Tell me how much you want it", he groans as jerking off faster, you'd hear him pant at every movement. Your fingers move in a fervent way inside you as feel this familiar pleasure knot building inside your core, ready to explode at any moment if you focus on it. But for now, you just want to enjoy this pleasure pulling inside you.

"I want it...I need it...", you'd moan, with your eyes closed like if you were saying a prayer. James' voice were enough to guide you over your orgasm as well as his words. He knew how much you love his dirty talk...

"That's it...keep fingering you hard babygirl. Imagine this is my fat old cock filling you up, imagine how I'd pound so hard into you...on your four, this is exactly what you love right?"

"Oh my god...", you suddenly cry out of pleasure, feeling that a few more pumps would be enough to make you explode. James knows you well and understands he's doing it right. And he knows exactly what arouses you the most. Helped by his words, you mind plays a movie of your previous sex sessions and you start to see the most erotic scenes : you sucking James off, you being eating out by him or even you being rammed on your four like he told you.

"I'm thrusting so hard into your tight wet pussy...I'll cum so hard inside you...". James doesn't need to say more, you soon cum hard. You gasp loud of pleasure, a flame of desire and pleasure burning hard inside your lower belly as your fingers move faster, pouding deeper into you. Even it if lasts a few seconds, the sensation is strong and hit you hard, making your legs shake a little and your entire body shiver.

Your orgasm is enough to boost his own desire. James closed his eyes and leans comfortably against the mattress as his hand stroke his hard dick faster. He looked back at his phone again and seeing you this way pushes him deeper. He can't believe how hot you are and the images he had depicted you also play in his head like a porn movie until he finally releases his seed on his stomach, with steady strokes, groaning and letting out guttural moans for your own pleasure.

You look at him with a feverish glance, biting your lip as you were recovering from your own orgasm. God, you couldn't believe how hot he was and how you succeeded to put him in that state. Well, he succeeded too and the mess between your legs is a solid evidence of his success. James pants hard, releasing the last drop of his cum in a hoarse deep grunt as contemplating the mess on his stomach.

"Are you okay baby?", you'd ask him with a big smile on your face, still feeling high after your climax. James takes a few more seconds to catch his breath, panting hard, and finally nods at you.

"Gosh, you're gonna be the death of me", he chuckles as searching for something to clean his stomach but sadly, he can't find any. "Damn, I thought I had something on my bedside table to clean myself..."

You'd giggle as closing your sore legs, choosing the selfie mode on your phone now. "So sad I'm not there to help you..."

James looks at you with a serious gaze and you can tell by his gaze that he just got an idea. "You know what ? Take the first plane, I want you with me, tonight"

A/N : Thank you sweet anon for your ask ! Phone sex is absolutely hot idea, hope you'll like it!

[satoruwiki]

Aah!! As the strange anon who requested Naoya. I gotta say I totally agree with these headcanons! You got him perfect lol basically a d**k..unless your super hot, don't speak and magically anticipate exactly what he wants when he wants it...in which case he's slightly less of a d**k. Ooh please do gojo headcanons now I'm addicted haha

lmfao strange anon 😭😭 but fr you’re right tho, naoya would usually be the type to say “you look prettier with your mouth shut, keep it that way”.

♡.°₊Satoru is the type of man to…ˎˊ˗

content: jjk headcanons; half sfw/half nsfw; afab!reader; i love my cutie patootie boo boo bear pookie blue eyed king gojo >.<!!

n/a: i love this man sm, I already kinda did hcs of him before, but they were mostly nsfw, so i really scratched my head to not repeat them as best as i could.

these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3

sfw ver! ୨ৎ

Satoru is the type of man to… have gifting as his love language. Aside from being extra clingy, he’s the type to gift you stuff at least twice a week. They’re mostly things that reminds him of you or that he thinks you’d like (even though he might fail sometimes when it comes to treats, since he has a sweet tooth it may or may not be too sweet for you).

Satoru is the type of man to… act sassy/petty when jealous. Satoru isn’t the type to make a scene (at least not directed to you) or generally be ill-tempered/insecure. However, whenever he sees someone who looks at you in a different way than the others or tries to engage in a conversation with you that seems too intimate to be friendly, Satoru is the type of man to walk up to you and hug you from behind, giving you neck kisses. While you may think him being overly cuddly with you is normal due to his clingy character, Satoru is doing all that on purpose to let whoever is ‘bothering’ you that you already have someone else, with a damn smug smile plastered on his face (and maintaining direct eye contact with the stranger).

giggled and kicked my feet while writing this.

Satoru is the type of man to… try new things for you. So it is more than obvious that Satoru is old money rich. Like this dude was RICH RICH and spoiled rotten since he was child, not to mention that he’s a special grade sorcerer (he basically gets bank as a salary), therefore he’s accustomed to getting the finest things, either for you or for himself. What may seem expensive to you is probably normal for him. That doesn’t mean he’s some type of snob or is condescending about middle and working class. Satoru would be the type of be slightly skeptical when you take him to a ‘not so high-end’ restaurant, but since it was a “spot you knew”, it must be good, right? Satoru would be surprised to know that the food in the less wealthy places is sometimes even better than his common luxurious michelin-starred restaurant.

sounds like a cute trope imo

Satoru is the type of man to… taking pictures of you without you realizing it. It’s a hidden hobby of his, he thinks you look prettier when you’re distracted. Satoru has certain photo albums in his phone gallery that require a password, that is because you’d probably be embarrassed if you ever found out, but he really likes them, in the least creepy way.

Satoru is the type of man to… pretend not to know certain things as long as he has something to approach you with. Despite being good at pretty much everything, Satoru will lie and pretend to be terrible at something you are specifically passionate about so that you can teach him because he loves to see you get excited about sharing your hobbies and likes with others. His subtle way of knowing about you and collecting information he needs for when he wants to ask you out.

nsfw ver! ୨ৎ

Satoru is the type of man to… have public sex. Whether it’s at home or at some expensive restaurant’s washroom, nothing will stop him from pounding his cock balls deep inside you, though the thought of getting caught being freaky in public always gets his adrenaline rushing and his cock throbbing.

Satoru is the type of man to… have you modeling the lingerie he buys for you. He loves to see how excited you are to show him the little lingerie you bought with his card. But he loves it more when you thank him bouncing on his dick.

Satoru is the type of man to… have phone sex with you when he’s away. Due to his work, he has to sometimes to fly across Japan and this can take a few days before he comes back home. Satoru will call you late at night to ask how your day was then ask you to play with yourself, maybe even do a video call so he can see your pretty ‘o’ face.

Satoru is the type of man to… cover you in hickeys. He takes pride in letting everyone know he fucked you real good last night as well as to mark you as his. It also helps to keep other men from you, so he does this pretty often.

Satoru is the type of man to… fuck you in front of a mirror. Satoru likes to fuck you in doggy as well as to see your fucked out face, so he came up with the solution of placing a mirror in front of his bed so he can plunge his cock deep inside your walls just the way he likes and get to see you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he rearranges your guts. He also gets to look at himself and brag a little. (a little narcissistic from him if you ask me lmao)

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Sea Legs

Ch. 1 - Paradise 

Boku No Hero Academia / My Hero Academia Quirkless, Mermaid, Modern AU

Rating: Explicit | Excessive Fluff, Blood, Wounds, Nudity, Sex, Cursing and Vulgar Language

Genre: Romance / Humor / Angst

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (oc)

A trip to her grandmothers beachfront home was something that Koge had done every year of her life. This time, an unlikely discovery would change her life forever. Who knew explaining how to be a human could be so hard. 

In retrospect, there really wasn’t much reason for Koge to complain. Four months at a beach front property, in a huge house, with no responsibilities? It should have sounded like a dream to the young adult, but in her reality, it sounded more like she was going to a prison. To someone else, it sounded like a dream vacation, whom anyone would jump at the chance to take. And all for free, no less. Koge wished she could give it away to someone else, so that they could suffer through it. Maybe she was being a little overdramatic, but no one else knew of the horrifically boring torture she was going to have to go through.

First of all, it wasn’t like she was going to be there alone. No, she would be there visiting her elderly grandmother, who could barely handle such a huge house as it was. Well, her grandmother and the nurses, cleaning staff, and cooks that came to the home daily. Being around her grandmother wasn’t necessarily all that bad, but there were times where she needed to get away from her. If she wanted to do that, then all she could do was go to the beach, or take a two hour long bike ride to the city. That is, if she didn’t want to be locked up in her room with no entertainment whatsoever. Her grandmother had no cable or satellite television, and what was worse, no internet.

All she had was a collection of movies on VHS and DVD, CDs or records for music, and a variety of books and magazines to read from. Koge was pretty sure she had already read all the magazines from the many years she had been coming out here, and had already completed more than half the books. She had seen all the movies, flipped through all the photo albums, heard all the stories. That’s to be expected, after coming to this magnificent home every year since she was three. It didn’t used to be so boring, but now that she had just turned twenty one, it was the definition of a bad time.

Koge knew that she didn’t have to come, her parents told her so. But, her grandma was growing older, and she had always talked about how much she loved for Koge to come stay with her. When that trembling, sweet voice asked her if she had decided earlier that month, the young woman just couldn’t say no. So, resigning herself to four months of near isolation, Koge had packed up and began the long trek down to the beautiful beach. After a three hour plane ride, a crowded train, and a bumpy bus, she arrived to the place where one of her grandmothers caretakers was going to pick her up.

The attempt to get her grandmother to just call a taxi had been fruitless, so Koge was escorted along by a woman maybe a few years her senior, who looked like she would rather be doing anything than this. Koge could empathise, but with the money her grandmother was probably paying the woman, she knew there was no right to complain. Just as Koge knew she had no right to complain about her accommodations, so she just gave a polite bow to the woman, heaved her luggage in the trunk of the car, and shuffled into the back seat to try and keep from conversation.

Koge did have to admit that the loneliness would be nice. She was quite the loner as it was, a bit awkward with people and shut in due to her natural personality. Her constantly blank expression was both like a curse and a blessing. She could keep her emotions hidden when she wanted, but was unable to express them properly when she found herself needing or even wanting to. This drove most people away, all except for her best friend, who had whined about wanting to come with her. Poor Nene, Koge thought in that moment, crossing her legs up into the seat. We’ll see how long she can go without calling me.

“How was the trip down here?” The woman in the driver's seat asked with a forced polite tone. Koge glanced up at the rearview mirror, catching her eyes in that split moment. “It was fine, I guess.”

The awkward silence filled the small car from that moment onward, and it was just as Koge liked it. She wasn’t all that good at small talk, nor did she really enjoy it, especially with someone who huffed and puffed the entire drive.

Annoying.

Forty-five minutes down a winding dirt road wasn’t entirely enjoyable, but Koge did have to admit it was better than the rest of the transportation she had suffered through that day. The view was nothing to scoff at, with vibrant forests and hints of the ocean through the trees to her right. It was something Koge had always marveled at, even from a young age, at how her grandmother lived in such a beautiful, magical place. She used to pretend that she was a magical creature, traveling to an enchanted castle where she would see land and sea monsters everywhere. Much to her disappointment, all she ever saw was annoying laughing white birds and the occasional dead fish on the beaches.

Well, that’s not entirely true. Once, when she was about six or seven, Koge had sworn that she had seen shimmering orange scales break the surface of the ocean. She had tried to convince her parents, but they had told her over and over that it was just an illusion created by the sun. Her grandmother, however, was quite interested in her story and had always humored the thought. A magical creature, a large fish, or just some discarded trash? Who knows what it was, but even to this day, Koge was sure that she hadn’t just imagined it. Either way, it was a memory, and it mattered little now.

Pulling up to the huge mansion was as it always had been, completely breathtaking and incredible. Sure, its age had begun to show itself due to neglect and lack of upkeep, but it was still just as magnificent as it always had been. How her grandmother could stand living here on her own was beyond Koge’s comprehension, but the old woman was happy, and that’s truly all that mattered. Though, the wish that she would at least get some type of internet still tumbled around in Koge’s mind, especially as she pulled out her phone to check the time. No internet, just the ability to call… Damn it.

With a huff of her own, Koge shoved her phone back into her back and opened her car door, not bothering to wait for the woman who was making her way around at a snail's pace. Putting her arms through her backpack straps, Koge took a moment to stretch her sore, stiff limbs, taking in a deep breath of the humid air. Arriving at midday, it was so hot she had already started to sweat, feeling her white hair sticking to the back of her neck. “Man, seems hotter than normal…” Although she was mostly talking to herself, the woman unpacking the trunk responded, with a tone of ‘pay attention and help me’ mixed in her voice.

“Ah, well, not particularly. Let’s get your luggage inside and get out of the heat.”

Unable to resist a small roll of her eyes, Koge complied, taking the heavier bags just to shut the woman up. She didn’t mind the weight of the bags, though she did mind the size of them, as her petite five foot one inch frame had difficulty juggling them about. Still, she was fit and athletic, able to maneuver them with limited problems. Leaving the other woman behind to complain to herself, Koge made her way through the main entryway, where a much more pleasant voice greeted her.

“Koge, my darling! How was the trip?” Wide smile on her wrinkled face, Koge’s grandmother shakily stood from her wheelchair, holding her arms open for a hug. Koge abandoned all her bags, quickly approaching the frail woman before her before gently embracing her. “Hey, Grandma. It was okay. A bit bumpy, you know.”

“Oh, I wish they would fix those darn roads, they’re always so difficult.” Pulling away, her grandmother cupped Koge’s cheeks gently. “I’m just so glad you got here safely. And that you decided to come at all. I was worried you would think you’re too grown up to come see your grandma.”

Koge gave a small shake of her head, helping the elderly woman sit back into her wheelchair. “Of course not. I’m never too old to come see my Grandma Kiki.” Laughing, Kiki held Koge’s hand gently when she was finally sitting comfortably. “Hearing my name does make me sound younger, doesn’t it? My dear, could you help me with my mask here, I’m feeling a bit winded.” With a simple gesture, Koge spotted the oxygen mask resting over the left armrest of the wheelchair, connected to some tanks that hung off the back. As requested, Koge helped to fix the mask over Kiki’s nose and mouth, allowing her to sit back and rest for a moment.

“I’m sorry, Koge.” Kiki began once she felt better, looking up at her granddaughter with a bit of sadness. “I haven’t been feeling well as of late.”

“That’s okay. Don’t push yourself. I’m a bit tired, so how about we both get some rest and I’ll unpack, then we can catch up. What do you say?”

“Aah, I could use a nap, I think. Go on upstairs, dear, and get some rest. I have the room on the far end all made up for you, with a beautiful view of the ocean and a balcony. I’m sure you’ll love it.”

She was right, Koge did love it. The room was huge with its own en suite, with a shower and a jet tub meant for a king. A king bed and a reading nook topped it off, along with a television that didn’t quite fit the updated features of the room. Wow, she must of had this renovated all for my stay. She’s just too sweet.

The best part about the room, however, was the balcony. Just as her grandma had said, the view was breathtaking, and Koge could have sworn she could see miles upon miles down the beach to the left. On the right, the beach ended at a series of forest covered cliffs, with caves she had explored on occasion with her father. It was all so beautiful, the water shimmering as it rolled across the white sand, that Koge immediately felt the urge to go down there and soak in the sun. Then, she thought of how awful her pale skin would burn, and how tired the heat was making her. The beautiful scenery soaked in, Koge began to make her way back into the room, when something caught her eye.

At first, it looked like something orange up against the surface of the water, there and gone again in the same second. Huh… Something orange. Tch, must just be my mind playing tricks, since I had thought about that on the way here.

Ignoring the vision, she opened the french doors and entered her room. Pale blue gaze landing on the bed, she immediately felt herself drawn to it, collapsing onto the fluffy comforter. Wiggling herself under the covers, she cuddled a pillow tightly to her chest, sighing softly in relief.

Four months here…  I think I can manage, as always. It is a beautiful place…

[betweenthetimeandsound]

Three Minutes to Eternity: My ESC 250 (#120-111)

#120: Iveta Mukuchyan -- Lovewave (Armenia 2016)

“Without even a single warning I’m not who I was before A chain reaction with no returning Now watch me craving for more”

Lovewave is definitely experimental in more ways than one—not only in how the song builds up with the jet take off, but also with the mix of Armenian elements and artpop. A contemplation on the ecstasy of love and how much it opens up a person, the lyrics bring out the sensation too, in an unorthodox structure including a spoken word beginning and a lack of a proper chorus.

And then we have that staging—if we're judging these only on presentation, this is one of the, if not the, best ones ever. A mix of fire, camera angles (which actually makes it more enjoyable for the audience at home, as it adds to the sensation which the live audience wouldn't otherwise get) and holograms bring up the intensity with Iveta at the center—she owns the stage as an absolute showstopper.

Personal ranking: 3rd/42 Actual ranking: 7th/26 GF in Stockholm

#119: Gina G -- Ooh, Aah, Just a Little Bit (United Kingdom 1996)

“Like a child, but it's more than a phase Could act the angel, but it wouldn't be true”

When the eighth-place song does better commercially than the winner of its year, then things have gotten really wrong in Eurovision. By the 1996 contest, most of the songs were low-energy, with some New Age and/or Celtic influences in between. While it doesn't mean it was bad, it did mean it didn't configure well with the pop charts.

And Ooh, Aah, Just a Little Bit was that song; it stormed through the charts and got nominated for a Grammy for Best Dance Recording. While it's an ordinary dance track, it still induces a jolt of energy and it's just so bubbly and fun. The harp and strings, while very slight, add some nice touches to the song too. Sure, Gina misses a few notes here and there, but I was too busy dancing to notice it, as well as staring at that pretty dress (which was supposed to be for Cher, but it was scrapped!)

However, those vocals also cost the UK a bit, as they placed 3rd in the pre-qualifying round, but dropped to eighth on the night. Considering the state of Eurovision during the time, this might be the song that triggered the televote.

Personal ranking: 4th/23 Actual ranking: 8th/23 in Oslo

#118: Şebnem Paker - Beşinci Mevsim (Turkey 1996)

"Kapandı son kapım, vuruldum bilmeden, Sakın o sen misin giden, Soyundu dallarım, delindi gökyüzü, Kaçıncı sonbahar bugün,”

“My last door has closed, I have been hit without knowing, Are you leaving me My branches are naked, my sky is darker Which autumn is today?”

The opening lines, along with the violin solo, set the stage for this gloomy, melancholic song from Sebnem Paker (the first of two, actually!) I like the autumnal feeling of this, as if one could walk across a boulevard on an overcast day, thinking about what has gone wrong in a relationship. The accordion especially helps here; I keep thinking of a street scene in Paris here. I also like humming this on my spare time; it could work out as an "on hold" tone for the telephone. It's actually quite relaxing.

An interesting thing is despite getting a better result ten years earlier, Beşinci Mevsim scored more points for Turkey in the 100% jury era, with 59 points. And Sebnem would go on to improve on that the following year. While I do look highly on that one like others (and it will eventually come soon) I’d like to think of her first entry as an underrated masterpiece.

Personal ranking: 3rd/23 Actual ranking: 12th/23 in Oslo

#117: Danijela Martinovic -- Neka mi ne Svane (Croatia 1998)

“Neka mi ne svane Nek’ me nema, nek’ me ne bude Neka me bez tebe ne probude”

“May the dawn never rise May I disappear, may I cease to exist May I not wake up without you”

One eccentricity about 1998 is that it begins and ends on a similar note--they can't stop the dawn! Ne zori, zoro (#163) does so through a dim, melancholic note by going through the struggles of a man on the edge, whereas Neka mi ne svane does so through a dainty, yet no less sad, melody about loss.

The way Daniejla sings this line is a highlight with the song, as she vocalizes each syllable with her sweet voice. She mourns for a lost love, desiring for him to come back and refusing to live on. I also love the orchestration; it adds to the magical feel and creates a sense of grandeur. And with a single swipe of hand, one of the most effective gimmicks in Eurovision history as she removes her dark cloak to reveal a white gown.

Apparently, to some commenters, this is the best Balkan Ballad ever. While I find it really beautiful, considering none of Zejlko Joksimovic's compositions are on this list yet, it's doesn't hold much of a candle for what is too come.

Personal ranking: 3rd/25 Actual ranking: 5th/25 in Birmingham

Final Impressions on Croatia: A comment on all their entries describes Croatia at Eurovision as the "reverse of character development"; in the 1990s, they were quite strong, with a number of entries that could've won in their year. They had a good streak in the 2000s, though their last top-ten was in 2001, before basically torpedoing in the 2010s. It's quite sad to see a potential powerhouse withering like that.

But weren't those really good entries, really good? And if it weren't for the Slovak jury giving those points in Kvalificacija za Millstreet...

#116: Pierre Rapsat -- Judy et cie (Belgium 1976)

"Sous ton rimmel et tes bijoux Tu pries Sainte Marilyn Monroe D’être une poupée, un beau joujou Tout feu, tout flamme Enfin la femme”

“Under your mascara and jewelry, You pray to saint Marilyn Monroe To become a doll, a beautiful toy. All fire, all flames, A woman at last...”

Have you ever been one of those kids who was rejected from everything in school and had no friends? Reading the lyrics to “Judy et cie” reminds me of that, as everyone else was so cool with their friends and status, and Judy just wants to feel accepted . With my spin, it feels like it get dark at the end, because Judy becomes so desperate to get attention, she turns to either selling herself to others or doing drugs.

Combined with Pierre’s composition, it just works so well. Not unlike with Somewhere in Europe (#126), it feels like a Billy Joel song with its instrumentation and depth. Relistening to the orchestration, it really works in conveying the overall feeling. We feel that loneliness and hope for better things for Judy, though we know that won’t ever come to light for her.

Personal ranking: 1st/18 Actual ranking: 8th/18 in Den Haag

Final Impressions on 1976: 1976 feels like a filler year, and at the same time, it's quite good song-wise. The production feels a bit bland; we don't have anything interesting, though the changing stage was definitely a neat innovation. The songs are solid; the top two are among the highest-scoring songs by percentage, but there's a mix of boppy and dark. More of the sullen songs makes my top 250.

#115: Anna Maria Jopek -- Ale Jestem (Poland 1997)

“Trzeba żyć naprawdę, żeby oszukać czas, Trzeba żyć najpiękniej, żyje się tylko raz, Trzeba żyć w zachwycie: marzyć, kochać i śnić, Trzeba czas oszukać, żeby naprawdę żyć,”

“You must truly live, to fool the time, You must beautifully live, you live only once You must live in admiration: love, imagine and dream You must fool the time, to save true life”

Around 100 entries ago, I told you about Sama, one of Poland's most eccentric entries. And now we have another Polish entry here, though this is the end of their journey.

Watching Ale Jestem's live performance, one first is immersed into the orchestration, with the variant colors springs to life on the Point Theatre stage. The following three minutes remains folkloric but a bit delicate, the pre-chorus (shown in the lyrics) build up to quite the crescendos as it feels like dancing through a meadow of flowers. Anna Maria keeps up with the sweet vocals, and she has a bit of a mischievous gaze towards the audience!

Both poetic and strong, Ale Jestem relishes in one’s existence, while imploring us we have to make the most of what we’ve got. The instrumentation makes this the ultimate spring song; the strings add a wall of sound that pulls you in (if it's a bit "messy", it's because it's in 12/8 time, though it gets easy to adjust!). It inspires joy and life, and it’s just all kinds of beautiful.

Personal ranking: 7th/25 Actual ranking: 11th/25 in Dublin

#114: Evridiki -- Teriazoume (Cyprus 1992)

“Σου δίνω τα χείλη μου, και μέσα στην ύλη μου Με κάθε κύτταρο μου σε τυλίγω”

“I give you my lips, and into my existence With every cell of mine I wrap you”

Terry Wogan famously warned the audience that Evridiki's performance will "smolder your television set". While it may not have made your TV (or these days, laptop or phone) melt until it functions with a melted screen, Teriazoume is so sensual!

It definitely lit a spark in the dull 1992 field, which didn’t exactly translate to points, though it has won my heart. From the way Evridiki moves to the way the microphone stand shakes, you’re on a wire as she tries to seduce you. (I've actually spent quite a bit of time trying to learn the handography in the bridge) The strings also add to that feeling with their sudden starts and stops--at one point, the audience clapped before the song was over!

George Theopanous (the songwriter as well as the conductor) does a good job in using imagery in the lyrics to accompany the melody, and the result is akin to a strip tease with beautiful silk clothes and lacy underwear. And in my opinion, this has more sex appeal in two seconds than Fuego has in three minutes. You can't change my mind.

Personal ranking: 3rd/23 Actual ranking: 11th/23 in Malmo

#113: Monica Aspelund -- Lapponia (Finland 1977)

“Tuo neito noita on, hän luo voimalla kohtalon Hän vailla on seuraa ja lohduttamaton Ja siksi loihtii hän noituen, hän luo voimalla loitsujen Hän tavalla Seidan näin miehen kutsua saa”

“That girl is a witch, she creates with the power of destiny She’s without company and consolation And that’s why she conjures witching, she creates with the power of spells In the way of Seita she can beckon a man”

Apparently, Monica disowned the Finnish lyrics of Lapponia because they mentioned witches, which is a pity because it tells a fantastic story! (And in other linguistic fun, the song was meant to be performed in Swedish, but the language rule prevented Monica from doing so. It would take another thirteen years for a Finnish entry to be performed in Swedish. In addition, there was a Dutch version only used for a commercial)

The instrumental is bright and enjoyable despite the cold land of Lapponia, and Monica’s vocals sings clearly and with joy. The clapping is enough to get one up and going, and it nullifies the repetitiveness of the "nananas". And of course, her high note at the bridge absolutely nailed it!

Along with a solid result, Lapponia got Finland’s first top score (and only one until 2006--see #140 for that), but it certainly deserved more. (Why did It's Nice to Be in Love Again have to complete the top three?)

Personal ranking: 3rd/18 Actual ranking: 10th/18 in London

#112: Anna Vissi -- Everything (Greece 2006)

“I can hear my heart breaking as I open the door I can feel the tears on my face burn like fire...”

I've honestly wavered between this and another Greek personal runner-up for this one. Both of them are fantastic, but neither would've challenged my winners of their respective years. After watching both of their performances, I turned to my gut, and this lost out.

The contrast between Anna’s questioning of the relationship and desire to get back together plays well into the lyrics, even though they don’t necessarily stand out. That doesn’t compare with the music and Anna’s performance on the night, which was an intense experience. Compared to Mono i agapi (#239) twenty-four years earlier, Anna is a but rougher on the edges, but still gives her all on the stage.

Everything about her makes her look like a rock-star; the Jean-Paul Gaultier ensemble goes down as one of my all-time favorite performance outfits, and the crowd singing along is a highlight of the 2006 contest. The climax featured an awesome knee-drop at the end, and you could see how much vocal control she had. That’s how you do a minimally-staged performance!

Personal ranking: 2nd/37 Actual ranking: 9th/24 GF in Athens

#111: Boaz Maauda -- The Fire in Your Eyes (Israel 2008)

“נפשי מייחלת לתפילת הלב החם”

“My soul is longing for the warm heart's prayer”

Also known as the other good Israeli Eurovision entry from the 2000s, The Fire in Your Eyes stands out as one of the more serious, yet beautiful songs from the class of 2008, which goes up and down in terms of quality.

Who would've thought that Dana International could write such a song? It’s so beautiful, with good use of Eastern elements to add a sense of mysticism and melancholy to it. I also like the clear vocal lines from Boaz (albeit with a crack at the end); his talent show pedigree really shows here. And the staging was quite pretty, though the backing vocalists' dancing does feel a bit jarring compared to the minimalistic lighting.

Ultimately, the lyrics stand out the most to me. They're really sweet and calm, with a serenity in the longing. I like the added touches of Yemenite Hebrew in the introduction, which adds more substance to the song.

Personal ranking: 5th/43 Actual ranking: 9th/25 GF in Belgrade