#radio jules

[lesbianboyfriend]

for the one & every girl gone, i sticker gold stars behind my front teeth so i can taste just how good we were.

[mrtequilasunset]

I imagine a day off is very precious to an officer of the RCM.

[petit-papillion]

Charles listening to Nicolas... 🥰

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

📸 leclercdata

[vonlipvig]

wrow

[foreverfearlessred]

I’m still there, dust collecting on my pinned up hair

[pinkandgoldensoul]

Right now I'm thinking of gathering any single piece of evidence that this win is real and making a full folder on my desktop with videos, pics, interviews and stuff from today so that I can go through it in the future anytime I doubt this happened because I don't think I realized it.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: October 26, 2001

Lyrics:

All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for the daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take

When people run in circles, it's a very, very

Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy birthday, happy birthday

And I feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

"Hello, teacher! Tell me, what's my lesson?"

Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kind of funny

I find it kind of sad

The dreams in which I'm dying

Are the best I've ever had

I find it hard to tell you

I find it hard to take

When people run in circles, it's a very, very

Mad world, mad world

Songwriter: Roland Orzabal

Enlarging your world

Mad world

SongFacts:

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[obeetlebeetle]

13 19 20 27 <3

13: one of your favorite 80’s songs

Lying in the grass with the sun on our backs, it doesn't really matter what we do or what we say

19: song that makes you think about life

What are you looking for? Vivienne, Vivienne, something that you lost before?

20: song that has many meanings to you

But, God, it feels so good to dream at all

27: song that breaks your heart

[bingobongobonko]

ramblings of a man

[aith-art]

Falloutober 2023 - Day 23

"Homecoming"

Prompt by @falloutober

Word Count - 630

Stepping into the building, I dropped my hood. My short hair velcroing to the inside briefly. Taking a shaky breath, I scanned the entrance. 

Nothing had changed. 

The absence of the Brotherhood was new, but the layout, the rubble hadn’t been disturbed in a decade. Releasing the vice-like grip on my bag, my hands dropped into my coatpockets. 

Cautiously, I ventured forwards. Leaving the entrance behind me I entered the foyer. Staircases eitherside lead up to the small balcony. To my left, a doorway that led to my old room, to my right, where the Pride had set up shop. Both now empty. Like everywhere else I had been in the Capital Wasteland, the place seemed dead. But I knew someone was still here. His broadcast has been loud and clear through the radios throughout the wasteland. 

Footsteps echoed from the corridor above me. A figure emerged on the balcony. He leant against what bit of banaster was left. His beanie pulled back, his shades hiding his eyes. His smile was lined with more creases than I remembered but he hadn’t changed. Even down to the t-shirt and vest he rocked. He hadn’t changed. 

“You know, kid. I didn’t think anyone would answer my message over the radio.” His voice had been withered with age, but not enough to not still be as iconic as it had been in my youth. He seemed aprehensive, like he didn’t recognise me. 

“I have a habit of believing mad men on my radio. Curse of my upbringing.” I jibed. 

Something in him changed. He softened. He inched his shades down slightly, trying to get a clearer look at me. “S’it really you?” 

I smiled as he descended the stairs, my eyes beginning to dampen as I fought back a flood of emotions I’d been sitting on for the better part of the decade. “Yeah.” My voice was quiet. I was suddenly so glad to have come here alone. “Yeah it is.” 

Three-Dog lent against the railing at the base of the staircase. His smile brighter than mine. “Do I got to go over how a curfew works, kid? Thought you’d have checked in long before now.” 

Without hesitation I ran the short distance between us, embracing him in a tight hug. We’d never hugged before outside of the occasional side hug when I’d been unwell. This was something neither of us were prepaired for. His arms fell over my shoulders. The flood won. “I hadn’t ment to leave for that long, I’m so sorry.” 

Awkwardly he patted my shoulder. I pulled myself up, wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my jacket. He kept his hands on my shoulder, grounding me. “It’s okay kid. You’re here now.” 

Sniffling, I tried to respond. But it came out as nothing more than a gurgled sound. 

“Where’d you go, PJ?” PJ a nickname I hadn’t heard in a decade. Only Three-Dog had ever called me PJ. The pull of my heart string released yet more tears. 

Fighting through the sobs I tried to regain some of my composure, I hadn’t travelled the length of the continent to become a burbling wreck whenever I met someone I used to know. Taking a deep breath, I tied myself to the moment. Reclaiming some of my personality, I joked, “How long have you got?” 

Three-Dog, releasing my shoulders when he knew I could stand on my own, gave me a lopsided smile, “As long as you need.” 

It hadn’t mattered how long I’d been gone. The distance I had travelled ment nothing. The placed I’d travelled to would never rival there. No matter where I’d gone, Galaxy New’s Radio had been my home. And I had been welcomed back without a hint of malice towards my choice to leave.

[ldagence-celbs]

Jule Gölsdorf - German Television Presenter and Journalist -

[lesbianboyfriend]

i’m not going to pretend that i’m the type of girl you call more than a friend….WHATEVER!!

[twoseparatecoursesmeet]

SS Jules Fribourg Portrait #3, 1950s

[ginkovskij]

tragic that i can't give thumbs up or just go mmh over radio communication

[vonlipvig]

che vieron que se fue el de aspen........me duele el alma

[royules]

holiday season means it’s josh groban time again