#Radu Dan

[buckhead1111]

Radu Ionut

buckhead1111

[identityunfounded]

Everyone remembers the numa numa song right? Did anyone else hyperfocus on it and go down a rabbit hole and become obsessed with the band (O-Zone) and discover that they had split and they were all doing solo projects and then get obsessed with a specific song from each of them only to forget about it until years later when the Rasputin song reminded you of them for some reason and now you’re on a trip down nostalgia lane listening to them on repeat?

Just me? Ok.

[randzdal]

Nikolas / 🇧🇷 / He/they

this blog is about ozone and more (because they don't have stuff here)

my main account: @yujkuro

my hyperfixation about o-zone is coming back ahahahahahah (help)

BYF/I

i'm slow on anything i'm sorry if i didn't understand your question or comment

english is not my native language so sorry for any spelling mistakes

I don't interact much (because I don't know how to interact)

tumblr doesn't notify me so sorry if I take a while to answer you

I'm gay

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[mitjalovse]

How can we call some musicians that were prosperous thanks to their eras as this remains a nebulous term here. Check O-Zone for an example, notice they could've only succeeded during the noughts. My theory might be that the tune fit the strange European optimism of the time – think of what happened there in 2004 –, which we can observe with a tinge of regret now thanks to where we are now. Another reason for the charbusting might be obvious – the song's exuberance and catchiness made sure the language didn't matter. Sure, you might need a translation to understand, but this one was easy to get already then. There was just something weirdly locally cosmopolitan about this Italo disco song with a dash of Easter European handling of Western electronica, which served the times well.

[therealmrpositive]

Return of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave (2005)

In today's review, I find that mutant monstrosities like a good dance tune like the rest of us. As I attempt a #positive review of Return of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave #AimeeLynnChadwick #CoryHardrict #JohnKeefe #JennyMollen #PeterCoyote

A teenager’s stereotypically reckless behaviour can be great fuel for keeping a film going. As they’re all for excess partying, dangerous stunts, and everything in between, even when faced with threats, they persevere, from viruses to the living dead. In 2005, jointly filmed with its previous film, Tarman and his pals got a send-off that they won’t soon forget in Return of the Living Dead Rave to…

[abdou-lorenzo]

Et comme elle se balade nue dans mon esprit, la poésie est la seule chose que j'ai trouvé pour l'habiller un peu.....💞✨

FÉLIX RADU

[unesimplevie]

Et comme elle se balade nue dans mon esprit, la poésie est la seule chose que j'ai trouvé pour l'habiller un peu.

FÉLIX RADU

[autumnmobile12]

This is an interesting and really vague line, and it’s unfortunate Zamfir’s arc is probably the most rushed subplot in the series.  (I mean, I didn’t really care for what Sumi and Taka had going on, but at least they got a brief flashback explaining their motives.)

So let’s dive into the historical context here:

Since it’s founding in 1310, Wallachia was ruled by the House of Basarab, a family that some historians believe may have migrated from Asia.  Wallachia’s first ruler on record was Basarab the Great.

After the death of Mircea the Old in 1418, a direct descendant of Basarab the Great, the ruling family split into two factions:  Mircea’s descendants through his sons known as the Drăculești and the descendants of his brother, Dan I, known as the Dănești.  This split would become the defining feature of Wallachian politics for this time period.  During the last years of Mircea’s reign, he named his only legitimate son Mihail as co-ruler to ease the transition of power after his death.  Within three years of ruling on his own though, Mihail was overpowered by the Ottoman Empire and the boyar lords under him defected to his cousin Dan II and Wallachia broke into a civil war.  Mihail was killed in the spring of 1420, after which several of his illegitimate half-brothers took up the Drăculești line’s bid for power, fighting the each other as much as Dănești faction.  It’s like Game of Thrones but even more chaos and the bastards are 100% valid players in the eyes of the law and society.

Castlevania takes place in 1476, so in between this year and the year of Mihail I’s death, rule of Wallachia (the Voivodate) would change hands 24 times and see a total of 10 separate rulers, only one of whom would die of natural causes.  (In comparison, England’s throne saw three different occupants in the same amount of time.  Although, one of those three was a usurper and one died under mysterious circumstances of the ‘probably murder’ variety.) So Sypha coming out and guessing that Zamfir is the last of the nobles is thought-provoking in that the royal court was already a hostile place even without Dracula bearing down on the capital.

Zamfir’s psychosis may have deeper roots than what happened when Dracula attacked, and I really want to explore that further.  ‘Last person of noble birth’ can have a few meanings.  The Wallachian nobility were the boyar lords, whose power and influence was dependent on wealth and/or land.  At court, there was the princely council who advised (or schemed against) the ruling prince, and there were also a few court positions that weren’t part of the council.  More to the point, Wallachia’s society behaved the same way as most European nations did at the time: ‘You have no power for you are but a woman.’

As for the mummified corpses in the Underground Court, in the interest of loose historical accuracy, the dead prince could only be Vlad III Dracula of House Drăculești.  In November of 1476, Vlad III usurped the throne from Basarab III, who had held it since 1474 after killing his predecessor Radu III (Vlad III’s younger brother, actually.)  In December of that year, Basarab III returned to Wallachia and took back the throne, killing Vlad III in the process.  Basarab III would live another four years.  In addition, the capital of Wallachia was moved from Târgovişte to Bucharest this same year.  So intentional or not on the creators’ part, the show roughly matches up with the historical timeline.  There’s also the fact that it’s not entirely clear exactly how Vlad III died and there is some speculation by historians that Bram Stoker’s Dracula and the historical Dracula only share the same name and the latter was not the actual inspiration for the former.

It’s a bit of a stretch to say Vlad III Dracula and the vampire Vlad Dracula Ţepeş were intended to be two separate people in the series, so I won’t go out there and make that claim.  The mummified royals are probably just nameless artifacts for the plot and we are definitely in speculation, headcanon, string and thumbtacks territory now.

Still, the ‘last person of noble birth’ line does have me wondering what Zamfir’s connection to the court is aside from ‘leader of the Târgovişte resistance.’  Daughter of a courtier, daughter of a council lord, or daughter of the ruling prince himself?

[hurtbrokenheart]

Si vous êtes à l'étroit dans le monde, c'est que vous êtes là pour le changer.

Felix Radu

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: April 5, 2024

Lyrics:

Let's make tonight the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

Swimmin' in the deep blue

Got me thinkin' 'bout you

I'm just tryin' to dive right in

Wanna spend tonight like

The last night of our lives

Chasin' all the love we can

And now, oh, I'm in a sea of lights

And all that I can see is you

And now I'm dyin' to feel alive

So baby, let's try somethin' new

Let's make tonight the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

Tonight's the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

I've been chasin' so long

Every right that feels wrong

Rather be with you instead

There's somethin' 'bout it right here

Got me seein' so clear

Rainbow-coloured skies ahead

And now, oh, I'm in a sea of lights

And all that I can see is you

And now I'm dyin' to feel alive

So baby, let's try somethin' new

Let's make tonight the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

Tonight's the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

Songwriter:

Let's make tonight the weekend

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wai-ait

I don't wanna wait

Got no reason not to celebra-ate

Baby, I just don't wanna wait

Arsenie Todiras / Brent Kutzle / Dan Balan / David Guetta / Gregory Aldae Hein / Jakke Erixson / Josh Varnadore / Michael Pollack / Radu Sirbu / Ryan Tedder / Tyler Carperter Spry / Viktor Mikhailovich Reznikov

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

David Guetta

OneRepublic

[mariaamnt]

Je voudrais que quelqu’un rentre dans ma vie et là renverse de part en part, qu’elle fasse trembler les meubles, voler les assiettes, que les draps se tordent comme des voiliers en pleine tempête. Je voudrais qu’on soit deux et puis toute seule en même temps, qu’on fasse équipe pour tout, partout, tout le temps que les gens parlent de nous en disant :

« Eux », « Eux.. la », les indissociables, les amoureux, les relous qui passent leurs temps a se dire « je t’aime » avec les yeux. Je voudrais qu’ont passe nos nuits à faire l’amour et nos journées à se raconter nos soirées, je voudrais qu’on le fasse dehors, au cinéma, dans l’ascenseur. Je voudrais connaître sa peau par cœur, qu’il soit la carte et le voyage, qu’il soit le ciel puis le paysage.

Je voudrais qu’on se disent « pour toujours » et que « pour toujours veuille dire jusqu’à la fin », qu’il n’existe plus d’horaires, ni de fuseaux, que la seule horloge qui compte soit celle qui palpite sous nos os et que si même un jour ça crée une sacrée putain de triste histoire, on se sépare, qu’on soit foutrement heureux d’avoir vécu l’éternité à deux.

Je voudrais que le temps s’arrête, je veux m’endormir avec lui dans mes bras et me réveiller dans les siens. Je veux qu’on rie de tout de rien et qu’à chaque fou rire, je retombe amoureuse.

Je veux qu’on se pardonne les erreurs, les maladresses et les faux pas, qu’on dise « Peu importe ce que tu feras, je sais que tu le feras pour moi pour me retrouver » pour me saisir, me réveiller, pour me crier « Je t’aime », « J’ai peur », « Tu me manques », pour ne pas se perdre. » Même si il arrive parfois que pour ne pas se perdre il faille s’égarer.

Je voudrais qu’on fasse nos courses comme des enfants puis qu’on finissent par commander, qu’on danse des slows dans le salon, qu’il me marche sur les pieds, je voudrais que les voisins ralent à grands coups de manche à balais, je veux qu’on ai nos classiques, nos blagues privées, nos musiques, des trucs qui rendent jaloux tous les potes en soirées. Je voudrais qu’on soit se couple insupportable qui s’embrasse dans la rue puis dans le métro et même les escaliers.

Je voudrais qu’on se regarde dormir, passer des heures a l’effleurer a lui dire qu’il est beau.

Je voudrais qu’il m’attende à la gare parce que c’est triste une gare sans lui.

Je voudrais qu’on passe notre temps à se murmurer des choses, comme si c’étaient des secrets, comme si ça nous appartenait, comme si le monde ne le savait pas.

Je voudrais qu’il me tienne par le bras quand on s’en va marcher et que rien que ça suffise à me faire mouiller, qu’on parle de tout, que l’on se connaisse par cœur, que son histoire je l’aime comme on aime un roman, je veux qu’à chaque fois que je le vois je me dise… « Putain.. Je pourrais mourir. J’ai tout vécu. Vraiment. »

Je voudrais qu’il m’inspire, qu’il soit ma muse et mon modele, je voudrais qu’il soit dans toutes les phrases ou j’emploie « il » et qu’à chaque foutu poème je ne fasse que bégayer sa beauté. Je voudrais qu’on s’aime, qu’un jour on ai des gamins qui nous ressemblent. Parce que les enfants, c’est de l’amour qui ne se sépare pas, c’est de l’amour après l’amour. C’est tout. Les enfants c’est l’union réussie de deux corps qui échouent.

Je voudrais qu’il soit mon mari, mon copain, mon mec, mon amoureux, mon meilleur ami, mon partenaire, mon complice, mon âme sœur, ma raison, mon relecteur aussi, ma rose, mon armure. Je voudrais qu’il soit ma maison et je voudrais être tout ça pour lui aussi. Puis même séparé que ça sonne toujours un peu vrai. Que si un jour on se croise dans la rue, redevenus deux inconnus, on puisse se dire dans un sourire muet : « J’ai souffert souvent, je me suis trompé quelques fois, mais j’ai aimé. »

.Félix Radu~

[uraandri]

I uze ga radost kao bolest, on premesti iz leve u desnu ruku svoje četke i poče slikati. Iz njega potekoše boje ko mleko i on je jedva stizao da ih raspe. Odjednom je sve znao: i kako tuš pomešati sa sekretom mužjaka mošusa, i da je žuta boja najbrža, a crna najsporija među bojama, i da joj treba najduže da se osuši i stekne pravo lice. Najlepše mu je za rukom polazila ''bela svetoga Jovana'' i ''zmajeva krv'', a slike je premazivao umesto lakom četkicom umočenom u sirće da dobiju boju svetlog vazduha. Slikao je hraneći i lečeći bojama svuda oko sebe, po dovracima i ogledalima, po košnicama i tikvama, po zlatnicima i opancima. Na kopitama svog konja naslika četiri jevanđelista, Mateja, Marka, Luku i Jovana, na noktima svojih ruku deset božijih zapovesti, na bunarskoj kofi Mariju Egipćanku, na kapcima prozora obe Eve, prvu Evu (Lilit) i drugu (Adamovu) Evu. Slikao je po oglodanim kostima, na zubima svojim i tuđim, po izvrnutim džepovima, kapama i tavanicama. Na živim kornjačama naslika 12 apostola i pusti ih u šumu da se razmile. Noći su bile tihe kao sobe, on bi izabrao koju hoće, ušao, stavio svetiljku iza daske i slikao dvodelnu ikonu. Na toj ikoni naslikao je kako arhanđeli Gavril i Mihailo međusobno kroz noć dodaju iz jednog u drugi dan dušu neke grešnice, pri čemu je Mihailo stajao u utorniku, a Gavril u sredi. Koračali su po ispisanim imenima tih dana i iz nogu im je brizgala krv od hoda po šiljcima slova. Slike Nikona Sevasta bile su lepše zimi, na odsjaju snežne beline, no leti na suncu. Bilo je tada u njima neke gorčine, kao da su u pomrčini slikane, nekih osmeha na licima koji su se u aprilu gasili i gubili do prvog snega. A tada bi on ponovo sedao da slika i samo bi povremeno laktom između nogu nameštao svoj ogromni ud da mu ne smeta pri radu.

-Hazarski rečnih (androgino izdanje), Milorad Pavić

[etsicetaitmavie]

La vue de notre lit chez mon Amoureux.

Un verre de vin blanc à la main.

De la musique.

Mon Chéri qui s'affaire dans la cuisine.

Je viens de réserver des places pour aller voir Félix Radu en mars.

[kubi95-2]

Predivan proljećni dan,

sa svježim vazduhom,

laganim povjetarcem,

zracima sunca

i tobom u mislima

dok ubiram jednu bijelu radu,

koja me odmah podsjeti na tebe

i tjera na osmijeh.

Jer, kako taj cvjetić

krasi livade i pejzaže,

tako i ti krasiš misli moje

i svaki novi dan.

Krasiš livadu mojih misli,

smiruješ nemir,

jer ti si moj cvjetić.

[abdou-lorenzo]

Et comme elle se balade nue dans mon esprit, la poésie est la seule chose que j'ai trouvé pour l'habiller un peu.....💕✨

FÉLIX RADU