#RADIO DEEJAY

[milanodabere]

Gerry Scotti

[laleg92]

#lhaisentitaquesta?🎵🎧- Coca Zero Pinguini Tattici nucleari

Signora mia, che cosa vuole che le dicaSua nipote e la sua amicaHanno fatto coming outSono pan, mica pan per focacciaE per quanto a lei non piacciaQui si pone un aut autIl lume della ragione s’incendiaSe il boomer non da ragione al millennialE muore chi non si adeguaAlzi la testa tipo la giraffa di LamarckE si lamenti che viviamo in una società Toglieranno Gesù dalla pareteMentre lei rimpiange…

[petit-papillion]

Charles listening to Nicolas... 🥰

Charles Leclerc and Nicolas Todt at Deejay Radio for LEC Ice Cream Launch | 11 April 2024

📸 leclercdata

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

John “Mr. Magic" Rivas was born March 15, 1956

[rocknroll2024]

A Country rocking Hit for the Christmas season!!!!

[aquarians777]

Aquarians Radio invites: IbuProPhet (de) @ Holy Night Studio, Santiago Chile 2024

Follow IbuProPhet: https://dj-bike.de/about/

Ian Jakab, aka IbuProPhet, believes that sound and music are mediums to share moments, ideas, feelings, and experiences that bring people together. He enjoys playing his wide range of records with the DJ-BIKE and adapting his DJ sets to the needs of each event. Music styles can range from Jazz to Techno, from Soul to Classical Music, from Afro-funk to Neue Deutsche Welle, and from Cumbia to Italo Disco. He works also booking and curating other DJs from his extensive network. He's project DJ-BIKE, created in 2021, is a customized tricycle with a rear loading area, constructed sustainably using mostly recycled parts from old bicycles. Solar panels on the roof generate power for the motor and sound system, ensuring self-sufficiency. Conceived in 2021 for the public space performance series “Soundtrack für die Stadt” in Munich, this mobile platform serves as a tool for local and international subcultural artists to display their art in unexpected city locations. Annually it is invited to various socio-cultural and artistic contexts, serving as a sound system for DJs and live artists. It offers a flexible, unconventional, and sustainable service to institutions, organisations, associations, as well as private individuals and fair companies wishing to musicalize special events.

A bicycle equipped with a sound system represents more than just a mobile stage for artists; it embodies a profound social experiment. By taking art to unexpected places, it challenges the traditional confines of performance and invites diverse communities to engage with creativity in their everyday environments. This initiative, much like successful projects in Germany, showcases the power of art to bridge divides, fostering connections among people who might otherwise remain isolated.

In a world often marked by disconnection, these spontaneous performances serve as reminders of our shared humanity. They open up spaces for dialogue, reflection, and active participation, transforming mundane settings into vibrant cultural hubs. The sounds and rhythms can evoke contemplation and active meditation, allowing individuals to reconnect with their essence. Such cultural interventions not only enrich lives but also act as a counterforce to modern forms of enslavement, highlighting the vital role of art in healing and community building. Through this lens, we can envision a more connected, expressive society.

[pinkpogiclub]

quanti altri gp deve vincere e quanti altri gelati deve vendere charles leclerc per ottenere sta benedetta cittadinanza? ormai gli manca solo bestemmiare in diretta per essere un italiano vero

[featheredcartoonist]

me preparing for all yalls angry reactions after seeing telescope

I CAN ACTUALLY SENSE YALL BEING PISSED

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 19, 1998

Lyrics:

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Talk to me, ooh-ooh, talk to me

Talk to me, ooh-ooh, talk to me

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Do you think you're better off alone?

Songwriter:

Talk to me, ooh-ooh, talk to me

Talk to me, ooh-ooh, talk to me

Talk to me

Eelke A. Kalberg / Sebastian Molijn

SongFacts:

👉📖

[djcaprice]

We are going to be back in April!

Until then have a Tea and be!

Mr. CAPRICE!

[ruralwarroom]

ONLY 77 more shopping days left! The horror. The HORROR!

[theophagie]

Guy who can get away with changing the radio station at work because the baby fawn energy he unintentionally projects makes him immune to accusations of any kind

[teck-zilla]

Listen to the show via MIXCLOUD below

[undergroundsounds]

[honeylullaby]

“How beautiful you are, my girl.”

(Rivals) Declan O’Hara x Reader

Suggestion by the lovely @laverna-fanfictions 🩷 / You trust your new boyfriend, Declan, enough to be your first..

18+ FANFIC / SMUT & Daddy Declan always 💋Short work. Reader character aged at 21.

Pulling periwinkle woollen socks over your glacial feet, you watched adoringly as Declan O’Hara kneeled by the fire, throwing jagged lumps of wood into the blazing fireplace. “There we are. That should keep us goin’ for a bit.” He beamed, rising to his feet and clapping his hands together to rid them of ash. The garden of The Priory was enveloped in a beautiful duvet of crisp snow, still falling and settling. Declan quickly snapped emerald curtains shut on the picturesque scene, and reached over the fireplace to turn on the radio. “And now, George Michael.” The tinny voice of the deejay spoke, promptly followed by Careless Whisper. “My favourite song!” You beamed, jumping to your feet and fiddling with the radio, increasingly the volume loud enough to make Declan’s face contort.

“Come here, you.” He sighed, pulling you tight to his chest — one hand wound around your waist, and one hand clamped onto yours. Declan was aware of your affinity to dancing and although not too partial himself, he would degrade himself enough to see the sparkling grin painted across your lips. Resting your rouged cheek against the warmed cotton of his taupe shirt, you pushed out an exhale. “I love you, Mr O’Hara.” You purr, fumbling over a few steps in your jumbled dance routine. “I love you too, girl.” Declan replies without missing a beat. He inched his face towards yours, chocolate moustache bristling against your lips. His sharpened eyes scanned your elegant button nose, your rounded lips, your twinkling eyes.

“Tonight, the music seems so loud.” George Michael warbled through the radio, as Declan crashed his lips against yours in passion, feral hands pulling at the hem of your golden satin dress. “Take it off.” He grunted, and you promptly pulled the dress over your head. Much to his pleasant surprise, the removal of your dress exposed your tremendous naked body — lustrously silky skin, huge breasts with rosy nipples and a neatly trimmed entrance to your soaking cunt. “Lie down.” Declan instructed, and you steadily lay against the shaggy mauve rug, adjacent to the fireplace. The stirring heat of the flames warming your blood, softening your nipples and coaxing you to spread your legs for your lover.

Stripping the constricting clothes from his person, Declan knelt on the rug to meet you, stroking his gargantuan cock, readying himself for entry. “Declan, wait, wait… I need to tell you something.” You splutter, covering your cunt with a hesitant hand. “What?” He interrogated, shuffling back in shock of your sudden outburst. “I’ve never… I’ve never actually… You know. Done this before.” You mumble.

Declan’s face portrayed quite the picture of bewilderment. You certainly suck my dick like you have, he thought to himself. “You’re joking, aren’t ‘ya?” He most certainly stifled a laugh as he spoke. “Why are you laughing?” You ask, sitting up on your elbows and furrowing your eyebrows in almost-fury. “I’m not, I’m not. Ya’ just…” He paused in disbelief, “Ya’ suck my dick like a fuckin’ porn star.” Chuckling to himself again and pinching the bridge of his nose softly, he was bracing himself for a swift smack on his arm… which you punctually delivered. “Declan! I’m being serious. I’m actually very nervous.” You mutter under your breath. “Well, do ‘ya want to? Do ‘ya t’ink ya’ ready?” Declan questioned, glaring at you expectantly with hazelnut eyes. All you could do was nod, and spit out a small ‘yes’ whilst removing your hand away from your wet spot.

Just the sight of your glistening, pink folds made Declan’s cock jump in excitement. You watched with bated breath as he inched towards you, grabbing a firm hold of your leg and resting it in the muscular crook of his shoulder. “Are ya’ definitely sure?” He asked again, and waited for your peep of a ‘yes’ once more. Lining the pink tip of his penis with your slick entrance, pushing himself into you at a painstaking pace — giving your body time to adjust to his sheer size. “My God, how beautiful you are, my girl.” The Irishman mumbled under his breath, his face twisted in pleasure. “Christ, how are you this fuckin’ wet?” His sultry voice growled, and in response, your muscles tightened around him, causing his eyes to clamp shut momentarily.

As he steadily begun to increase his pace, thunderous whimpers fell loosely from your mouth, toes curling at the newfound pleasure. “Fuck me harder, Declan. I can take it. I promise.” You plead, wisps of golden hair shadowing your leaf-green eyes. Following orders and placing his left hand on the mellow part of your waist, Declan thrusted himself into you with monumental vigour — his balls thumping against you and the delectable wet smack of your skin colliding with his providing the most stunning music to your ears.

Continuing his tempo for a mere matter of moments, Declan spat towards you, “Fuck me, I’m gonna cum already. Tighten it up for me again, girl.” You clenched your soaked cunt again, keeping yourself contracted around him. His resounding thrusts grew sloppy, and a droplet of sweat fell from his forehead, splashing onto the small of your back. Declan quickly pulled his cock out of you, straddling your chest with his fleeced thighs and pawing at his cock over your face. “Where do ya’ want it, love?” He spoke through gritted teeth. Without audibly replying, you open your mouth, waving a yearning pink tongue towards him. Grunting melodically, Declan released his hot load onto your tongue and watched as you swallowed it greedily. “Fuck, you taste so good.” You chime, licking across your lips and savouring the taste in its entirety. “Such a good girl.” He purred, stroking a rugged hand across your cheek.