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universe-friday · 1 day
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EXCERPT #28:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
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I haven’t seen her since I last spoke to you, old sport. It’s been harder to wander the streets of the City these days. It’s been harder to get up and get the day started. Thalia and I were so close… We went from spending all our time with each other, to not speaking for days at a time.
What possible reason could she have…? For someone who cares the same way, she certainly doesn’t enjoy showing it.
It is so hard to read her mind. She doesn’t give me much to base any guesses on… If only she would talk to me. Have a conversation with me. One that doesn’t lead to her deflecting, or running away.
Every time I think we’re so close, but then the tide just goes back in again. And when that wave comes crashing back into shore, are we ever able to ebb and flow the way we once did?
Or am I back to drowning, waves crashing into my lungs I am no longer able to scream…? Did she ever hear me? Can she hear me?
I suppose I never recalled walking to the beach in the first place, old sport. But I found comfort in the waves. I found myself in the waves.
[A small and distant knock is heard in the background. Equipment rattles. Radio stutters in astonishment.]
Hello…?
THALIA: Can I come in…?
[Beat.]
THALIA:  Please, Radio. Can we talk?
RADIO: …Okay. Come in.
[Door squeaks open, footsteps approach.]
RADIO: Hold on. Let me just mute this call quickly.
[A button is pressed, but sound continues to play. A chair squeaks and footsteps get further away. A conversation begins from afar, distant and quiet.]
THALIA: Radio, I… I am so sorry.
RADIO: I know. You say this every time… Do you want to get to a point?
THALIA: I want to be with you. But… I can’t.
RADIO: What do you mean, Thalia? What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?
THALIA: I mean that I can’t. I care for you… So much. I have never met anyone else like you. But, I just can’t be with you.
RADIO: I don’t understand… That makes zero sense, Thalia.
THALIA: I know. And I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t explain it very well. I just- I have other commitments-
RADIO: Other commitments?
THALIA: In the City. And I-
RADIO: What can even be meant by ‘other commitments’? There’s someone else?
THALIA: No, Radio. There’s no one else. I just… I can’t be with you.
RADIO: We’re in the City… What possible- What do you mean… I… How could you have other commitments? You don’t have time? How is it possible to have that problem here, Thalia? I run out of things to keep myself occupied, stuck here. And with you gone, even fewer things. And I just have to be stuck here while you go and do other stuff? Leave me, even though I love you?
[Silence. A quiet, but suppressed sob is heard as it breaks past Radio’s boundaries.]
THALIA: It’ll pass…
RADIO: But what if-
THALIA: I love you too. And it’ll pass.
[A much louder sob is heard. It comes from both Radio and Thalia, this time.]
RADIO: [Quietly, through tears] Will I ever see you again…?
[Beat.]
THALIA: I think… that wouldn’t be good for either of us.
[The conversation fades into radio static. After a while, this fades to silence. Until a melody softly begins to play.]
♪ There’s nothing left for us anymore Why aren’t you listening? Why aren’t you listening to me? There’s nothing left. ♪
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purpletrashcans · 2 months
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Frances separating herself into "school Frances" and "real Frances" is so fucking relatable
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friday-answers · 11 days
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they are gonna hate me for this but...
OSEMANVERSE MOOTS ‼️‼️ may i have your attention!!!!????
my lovely friend is a film student who created their final project inspired by radio silence, creating a film version of a universe city excerpt (well, multiple excerpts cut up into one) with some of their own words.
i think it is AMAZING with this awesome fucking TWIST at the end which is just so so cool
if you would be kind enough to check it out, it's here! on youtube ^_^
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thank you :,] hope you enjoy it as much as i do
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I am begging for there to be a radio silence or solitaire film. Like I would kill for it. Please someone make one
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vague-bisexual-crimes · 3 months
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yoo it’s a February Friday this is just like Radio Silence
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artisthedgehog · 6 months
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radio silence is for the "gifted kids" who were always pressured to be smart. radio silence is for the ones who find ways to escape reality in books, movies, music, podcasts, drawing. radio silence is for the ones who care about the people close to them, yet feel like they're not doing enough for them. radio silence is for the ones who find someone to relate to in frances, aled, daniel, raine, carys, becky. it's for the ones who are figuring themselves out, those who are confused. the ones who were always different, either in fashion sense, hobbies, or for being "weird". and for those who, despite hearing the opposite their whole life, know friendship can matter a lot more than romance.
for that i love this book, and for that i love alice for creating something like this <3
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milalaralio-evart · 9 months
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⚠️Spoiler alerte about the ~end of Radio Silence⚠️
I hate Carol Last (Aled and Carys mother’s) She makes him suffer until he lets himself dying 😤 and She neglected and burned her own daughter 😠
Fuck I forgot to draw the sad computer ;-;
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michaelholdenenjoyer · 9 months
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OH MY WORD ITS CARYS AND ALEDS BIRTHDAY
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touloserrrr · 2 months
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universe-friday · 6 months
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EXCERPT #1:
Hello. I hope somebody is listening.
I’ve had a tough week. Not like I compare the days anymore, as I did when I first found myself in the City; writing, describing, counting all the horrors I saw each day, how this one cyborg was particularly resilient… These interactions have become monotonous for me now.
Something that is forever changing around here, however… The air. Besides its dreadful quality from day one, the metallic dust clusters more and more everyday, making particular spots worse than others. You never realise you may be walking through a bad spot until you suddenly start coughing, almost wishing you had listened to your parents and brought that old inhaler with you. I truly think my asthma might be coming back. The only guidance for your guaranteed escape is the blinding, bright lights of the City’s street lamps and advertisements…
I keep wishing that one of these days, I’ll follow a light and it will lead me to you, February. You truly do shine brighter than the others.
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But, February, I’m scared I’m losing sight of you. The lights, the air… I see one less star in the night sky as each day passes. I almost hope its pollution worsening my view, because if not, the exploded stars must have finally finished travelling to earth, and I’m caught up to the present.
I don’t like it.
I’ve decided I will forever live in the past, where you are February, and maybe, one day, we will see each other again. If I remain in the present, who knows what will come of the sky. I witness its losses of its sparkle the longer I am here.
How do I know, February, that you are still with me? How do I know you haven’t left? It would be nice to hear from you. When we last saw each other, you shone so bright. Would you burn as bright in the sky in Universe City? You never did like the City either. I only wish to get out just as you did.
Perhaps I was right. Perhaps you already have exploded. I would’ve expected you to shine forever. Or perhaps the City has destroyed our contact too. My contact. It was almost parasocial. Voyeuristic. Though I do wonder if you were ever looking for me too.
Is it too ambitious? To hope you still see me? To hope you still care? To hope you never left me in the first place? Perhaps I am too ambitious, perhaps I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. But I could only wish to fly too close to the sun.
Because maybe I’d get a glimpse of you, February, in my final seconds.
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purpletrashcans · 2 months
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What else needs to be on my radio silence pants?
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dualquii · 2 years
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HAPPY BORTHDAY TO THE BEST PODCAST CHILD!! 🌃💕
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calyxthenerd · 9 months
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I think what I love most about Alice’s books is that, the conflicts are more real, like, there isn’t necessarily anyone that’s fully ‘in the wrong’ just human beings making mistakes and hurting people they love, and yeah, some characters are in fact evil (you all know who I’m talking about) but that’s also part of the human experience, sometimes being selfish is just part of who we are (also I think not depending solely on miscommunication just shows how great of a writer they are)
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boilingcowboy · 1 year
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the very big differences between jane spring and carol last is that you could slap jane spring across the face with 5 books all based on “how to be a good parent when your own parents were fucking assholes” and she would change and try her best but if you slapped carol last across the face with 5 books all titled “how to not abuse your children” she would hunt you down destroy everything you love and send you off to study camp for idiots and that’s the very big difference between them and why they should never be compared
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toulouseradiosilence · 11 months
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***IMPORTANT: the stars are always on ur side***
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“I wish i could be as subtle and beautiful. All i know how to do is scream…”
- Alice Oseman, Radio Silence
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