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alwayzraven · 1 year

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Kardeşlerim Ep 78

Sengul told Orhan and Aybike what Ayla and Gunul did to her. Aybike said that she’s going to make them pay. Orhan talked to the seller and the seller agreed to take back the fabrics that Sengul didn’t use which is most of them as far as I understood. Aybike was so angry. She told Sengul that she's going to the supermarket but she was lying. She called Berk. He was surprised. She asked him if his mother was at home and he said no she's at Gunul’s resturant. She told Berk to come to Gunul's restaurant.

Berk was happy to see her.

Aybike: “Should we get some coffee or tea?”

Berk: “Sure but are we going to get coffee at the place where my mom is right now?”

Aybike: “Yes. What happened? are you scared that if she sees us together she will say or do something?”

Berk: “No, why would I be scared? You called me to meet, right now I am the happiest person on earth. Plus, I am not scared of my mom or anybody else.”

Aybike: “That's what I am talking about. Let's go!”

And then she dragged Berk to Gunul’s restaurant.

Aybike: “My love! My darling! Should we sit here?”

Berk: “Yes, my love, I mean, as you wish”

This was the first time they called each other “Askim” 🥰

Ayla was speechless when she saw them together and heard them call each other “My love” and asked them if they have lost their minds lol

Aybike: “My dear Ms Ayla, we made up *and then she kissed Berk’s hand*. We made up and we made a new decision: We love each other so much and we will never break up and on the day I am turning 18, we will get married and we will go to university together.”

Ayla and Berk: “WHAT?????”

Ayla to Berk: “Son, what is she talking about? What is this girl talking about? What are you babbling about? *turns to Aybike* Do you have a fever? What are you talking about? Are you kidding me?”

Berk *ignores his mom who is having a mental breakdown bc he heard Aybike mentions marriage*: “Really? I mean do you really think so?”

Aybike: “Yes, sweetheart. Of course I do.”

Berk was so happy and you can see it in the way he looked at her.

Ayla was about to faint and Berk went to help her but she yelled at him”don’t touch me! Son, have you both lost your minds? What is this girl talking about? Do you want me to have a heart attack? What is going on here? Is this a joke? ”

Aybike: “No it’s not. I swear, I am going to marry your son and we’ll have a son and a daughter and it will be great! Right, sweetheart?”

At this point, Berk understood what Aybike was doing and you can see the disappointment/confusion on his face.

Meanwhile, Ayla was losing her mind and Gunul was trying to calm her down.

Aybike: “Ah of course! You have a company too, don’t you? When we get married, Berk will manage the company *then she made the throwing money gesture with her hand* and it will be so great!”

Ayla told them to both get out 😂

Aybike: “but my dear Berk, I can’t live with your mom in the same house. I just can’t. Don’t be mad, okay?”

Ayla told her to get out.

Aybike: “okay, okay, I will get out of here but I expect you at my wedding, please come! We will have so much fun. One last thing before I go, Ayla mommy, please start looking for a house for yourself because after I get married I will live in the house you are currently living in right now.”

And then she ran away lmao. Ayla lost it and threw a bottle at Aybike but she already left and then she turned to Berk and told him to get out.

Berk went after Aybike and asked her why she used him and his feelings to piss off his mom out of the blue. She told him what Ayla did to her mom and that as a result they now have a huge debt to pay. Berk said that he didn’t know.

Aybike: “Good! Now you know! ”

Aybike: “I am sorry for using your feelings but I couldn’t think of any other way to get revenge on your mom”

Berk:”What am I going to do with you?”

Aybike:”What do you mean?”

Berk:”I can’t get mad at you. But you are a witch you know that right? I swear you are a witch! Was it all a lie? Getting married at 18 and I don’t know, going to university together. Actually, all of this is a good program”

Aybike:”There is no marriage before we finish university”

Berk:”Okay, that’s enough for me for now. Didn’t we make up? We’ll talk about the rest later”

And he told her again that he didn’t know and hugged her and kissed her forehead.

Sengul put the fabrics she was planning on returning to the seller on the balcony and Ayten filmed the whole thing for Ayla and Gunul. Later in the evening, Gunul sneaked into the balcony and set fire to the fabrics. Oglucan put the fire out but the fabrics were damaged. Sengul guessed that Gunul was the one who did this and went to confront her but Gunul denied the whole thing and told her that she deserved that. Sengul went to Gunul’s restaurant and threw rocks at the windows and made a mess inside the restaurant. The next day, Gunul saw her restaurant’s state and guessed that Sengul damaged her restaurant. She was so pissed and went to confront Sengul but Sengul gave her the same response she did.

During PE class, the professor appointed Afra as the referee. Afra divided the girls into two teams: Aybike - Asiye vs Yasmin - Susen. Berk was cheering for Aybike as usual. Aybike scored a goal.

Berk:”Bravo! Bravo!”

Aybike: "This goal is from me to you then"

Berk:”You're a sweetheart”

and everyone was laughing. This was definitely Yigit and BAC laughing at RecMel 😂

Then it was the guys turn to play. They were divided into two teams: Berk - Sarp - Tolga VS Omer - Oglucan - Doruk. While playing, Doruk tackled Berk and Berk fell. Doruk asked Berk if he was okay and Berk nodded. Aybike also asked him if he was okay and he nodded. Then Doruk reached his hand to Berk to help him stand up. Berk looked at Aybike then held Doruk’s hand. This was a cute moment and probably the first step to DorBer’s reconciliation 🥰

In the evening, The fabrics seller and Ayla came to Sengul’s house. The seller told her that Ayla paid her debt and therefore he gave her the promissory notes Sengul signed. In this case, Sengul’s debt was transferred to Ayla and Sengul owes Ayla money now. Ayla told her that if she doesn’t pay, she will drag her to court. Btw, I think at this point Orhan knows that Aybike and Berk are dating unless he’s very stupid. After this, Berk will need a miracle for Sengul to like him.

Aybike told Berk about this the next day at school. Berk told Aybike that he will talk to his mom and get those promissory notes from her. Aybike told him not to do anything and that they will pay their debt. He said “as you wish”. Aybike told him that Tolga askec everyone to come to the cafeteria as soon as they get to school so they can talk about how they will help Zehra. Aybike told him to come with her but Berk told her that he doesn’t want any problems since Doruk and Tolga are there too. Aybike told him that there won’t be any problems and reminded him how Doruk helped him stand up when he fell during their match at PE class but Berk still said no.

Tolga called everyone to the cafeteria and told them about his plan to help Zehra run away. They were surprised when they heard that Tolga will marry her. They needed a car for their plan to work and Aybike suggested that Berk join them if they don't have any problem with him. Doruk and Tolga said that they don't mind. Later, Aybike, Asyie and Afra went to Zehra's house and they told Ayten that they didn't want to leave Zehra alone on her "Special Day '' so Ayten let them in while Berk and Oglucan waited in the car outside. Afra managed to distract Ayten while Aybike helped Zehra and Bahar escape. They got into Berk's car and Berk drove away. Berk said that they had a wedding to go to so I am guessing they are going straight to the city hall so Tolga and Zehra can register their marriage. Unfortunately, Afra and Asiye stayed in Zehra’s room and couldn’t get out because Zehra’s brother and “fiancé” came back home.

Omer went with Yasmin to her house to tutor her. Omer saw Sarp take out his bike from the storage room and remembered what Asiye said about Seval and Yasmin locking up Sevgi there. After he finished tutoring Yasmin, she told him that she had to meet with Sarp and her dad but her mom was going to the hair salon (so no one will be at home). Omer said that he would go home then but went to the back of the house instead to checkout the storage room. He found Sevgi's medication inside the storage room and understood that Asiye wasn’t lying. Seval came home early and heard a noise coming from the storage room. She asked:”Who's there?”. Omer heard her and went to confront her about the medications he found. Sival slipped and said that his grandmother is not the only one who uses those medications and Omer told her:”I never mentioned my grandmother”. Sival ended up confessing and Omer told her that he will go to the police. Seval told him that he doesn’t have any proof that they killed Sevgi. So Omer dragged her to the storage room and locked her up there. Yasmin, Sarp and Ahmet won’t be back home for a couple of days so there is no one to let her out of there.

I really enjoyed watching this episode. It was eventful and I wasn’t bored. They didn’t release the first teaser again so I guess we’ll have to wait until Wednesday probably.

#kardeslerim #kardeşlerim #ayber #recap

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gvzel · 3 years

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PELIN ULUKSAR via Instagram.

#pelin*instagram #O H MY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#LOOK AT MY ASKIM #pelin uluksar #pelin #uluksar #glamoroussource #flawlessbeautyqueens #thequeensofbeauty #actresses #dailywomen #wonderfulwomendaily #turkishedit #turkishdreams #𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 ⧽ WANTED FC.

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boxboysandotherwhump · 2 years

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SAM AND DEE POST APOCALYPSE AU! 1

I’m currently writing a script for a short comic that will center around Sam and Dee, who have to survive in the post-apocalyptic world of my ‘some flowers have teeth’ series. This is the first chapter of it.

Have fun :3

taglist: @ashintheairlikesnow @vickytokio @thefancydoughnut @malcolmisthebrightestboy @redwingedwhump @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @finder-of-rings @orchidscript @hackles-up

CW: victims of human trafficking hiding from police,

Chapter one.

Warm shower steam wafts around a kneeling, naked young man. His wide, muscled back, intersected with scars, is bent in an attempt to fold his large body small. Golden candlelight dances over white bathroom tiles, kisses bloodied hands resting on scraped open knees, short reddish hair that drips with warm water. It dances over a half burned face, dips into the deep scars of a reconstructed yaw.

Behind him, a shampoo bottle cap pops open.

„Lean your head back Dee.“

Hearing his bonded behind him, Dee sighs , eyes falling shut at the touch of small soft hands that bury into his hair, working up a leather, scrubbing his skull and working out grime and crusted blood with a gentle insistence.

„Thanks, Sam.“ Dee’s voice is rough from disuse. Sam steps closer, until knobby knees touch Dee‘s back, and bends down. Dee feels the strands of Sam's blond hair tickle his neck as Sam shakes his head.

„Always.“

A gentle kiss is placed on his shampooed head and Dee’s skin flushes not just from the shower. Behind him Sam goes onto his tiptoes to pick the showerhead from its bracket. Gentle fingers hold his chin, tipping back his head until Dee meets the stiff resistance of his black collar, before Sam pours warm water over his scalp. The last remnants of their violent escape vanish down the drain.

„Hm, I could get used to this.“ Sam sighs.

Head still tipped back, Dee blinks up at his bonded. „D’you think freedom will always feel this… peaceful?“

Big green eyes, aglow with candlelight and love, look down on him.

„Yes.“ Sam grins, bright and toothy and Dee wants to cherish this moment forever. „Cause we will make it so.“

A loud knock down at the front door steals the smile from Sam‘s lips. Dee snaps to attention, dread pooling in his stomach.

„Melek and Ali Özdemir,“ hollers a high voice outside. „We have reason to suspect that two fugitive pets trespassed or are hiding on your property. Please open the door.“

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In their bedroom, lit only by a bedside lamp, Ali Özedmir kneels bevor his wife, gently holding an ice pack to her angry red ankle.

„My love,“ he watches her lean back, balanced on a stool and elbow resting on the sandalwood vanity, „you have to be more careful.“

The flash of stubborn steel flickering in her dark eyes melts under her husband's worry, revealing a tiredness she only allows herself in the safety of Ali’s presence.

„It‘s not the time to be careful.“ Melek fiddles with her hijab, taking out the first pin that holds the dark blue fabric in place. She was eager to get out of her clothes, mud stained from her escape through the flooded tunnels, and put a clean nightgown on. „If we don‘t help these poor souls, Askim, no one will.“

„You are right, my love. I know you are.“ Ali stands and reaches for Melek‘s hand, still holding the pin. Pressing a kiss to her fingers he takes it from her and places it carefully in the red glas box on the vanity. „But still, you mustn‘t neglect yourself. A damaged boat can‘t carry others.“

White teeth dig into drawn down lips and Ali knows he has won.

„I hate it when you‘re right.“

„I know.“ Ali bites back his smile.

„Melek and Ali Özedmir!“ It beats against the entrance to their house. The small door out back, instead of the large one at the store front of their tailor shop that everyone uses who isn‘t a friend.

„Please open the door!“

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Dee crouches in front of the door, spying through the keyhole with his prosthetic eye. Miss Melek rushes past, a nightgown hastily thrown over her clothes flutters behind her while she wraps a blanket around her head, hiding her hijab. Her husband trails right behind her.

Sam wedges himself between Dee and the door, his warm naked body presses against Dee’s, back to chest, with his ear to the door. Dee’s fingers twitch, ever eager to caress Sam’s smooth skin, trace up and down thin arms, mapping the circular burn scars on his left one, to glide up further-

Heart hammering, Dee exhales. This wasn’t the time nor place to get distracted! Stupid dog!

„Salam aleikum.“ Comes from downstairs, a different voice than the first, deeper, calmer.

„Aleikum asalam. How can me and my wife help you, officers?“

„As my colleague, officer Miller already said, we have reason to suspect that pets are hiding on your property, Sir.“

„On our- Ali and me, we wouldn’t know. We were asleep until just now.“

„And we are deeply sorry to trouble you this late but-“

Officer Miller cuts her colleague off: „We have a job to do.“

„Oh yes? So do we. Every night we stay up late, sewing garments until our fingers bleed. Here see! I pricked myself so often that my thumb is one big scar. And every morning we rise before the sun, opening the shop, preparing orders, so people like yourselves have pants to wear. Do you know how many orders your department places here?“

„Uhm, no, Miss Özdemir listen, we only-“

„Only gave me a near heart attack in the middle of the night! Hiç mi utanman yok? We don‘t want to hinder your work, officers, we don‘t, but a little consideration the next time around would be appreciated. We do have a doorbell, you know.“

Sam snickers. A small smile spreads over Dee‘s lips at the sound. They keep listening with bated breaths. With the ears pressed against the moist bathroom door. A mixture of hope and dread prickles up Dee‘s spine.

„Please, excuse my wife’s temper, officers.“ A smile hides in Mister Özdemirs voice, clear like the first dew drops of a spring morning. „But all the work with summer approaching, you know how it is, stress is sandpaper for the nerves. If pets would be in our house we would have noticed, I am sure of it. All the doors are locked and no window was damaged. Or am I wrong?“

„No, Sir.“ The male officer answers. „We are sorry for wasting your time.“

„No, no. Do not worry, officer. Maybe I can still be of help. Please let me show you our backyard and the fabric shed. Come, come, please follow me.“

They hear footsteps crunching over frosted gras, the shed door creaking, the reassurances of Mister Özdemir as he leads the flustered officers away from the house.

All the tension draining from Dee at once, he sinks to the ground, head resting against the door like a puppet with cut strings.

„Hey.“ Sam pushes against his side, trying to not get squashed between Dee and the door. Dee twists around, pulling Sam into a silent embrace.

„Don‘t worry.“ Full lips whisper against Dee‘s shoulder. „No one‘s ever gonna separate us.“

Dee holds on tighter.

It knocks and Miss Melek whispers: „Change of plans, boys. Clothes are in front of the door. Quick, get dressed. We can’t wait two weeks. There’s no other way, we have to catch the next scout party. You have to get out of this city today!“

#whump #whump writing #pet whump #pet whumpee #post apocalypse whumpee #whumpees on the run #escaped whumpee #dee the guard dog #guard dog dee #sam the medic #brain is scrambled egg rn but I still like how this turned out :3 #I especially like melek #she isn't taking shit

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vinnival · 3 years

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HI I LOVE YOUR MC AND SKY CHILDREN OF THE LIGHT CROSS OVER IT'S JUS MWAH /P

Also what do you think'd happen if good ol Skykid met Phobos? Or maybe Jebus? I just want more content for ya crossover tbh but I thought askim questions'd be better than just goin "hey can we get more context for this AMAZING crossover?" Since it gives a startin point

OH YES YES YES IVE WANTED TO WRITE THIS ONE SO BADLY !!!! THE ROTTING... ITS ROTTING..... MY BRAIN........ FU

GENERAL HCS

They avoid fights, but I will be the first to admit that they can pack a punch, they're beings of light and can withstand fire- meaning they can probably let off some harmful rays of UV or other rays, or heat up to very high heats, maybe use their fire too, can probably even glow so bright they can blind or temporarily blind people

All they gotta do is learn the defensive techniques to do so

Do not give them a gun DO NOT GIVE THEM A GUN D O N O T

D O N O T G I V E T H E M A N Y W E A P O N S

why, you ask?

They will be very confused. They will try and use it. They will hurt someone on accident. They will not understand what that weird red liquid is

Definitely clueless half of the time

But mf can they dodge attacks

yeah I began krill dodging and I may not be 100% good at it but I can say with pride that skykids can be very fast (yknow, light beings and all) and can dodge if theyre aware of what's approaching them

Even if they were attacked by a grunt but then the grunt goes down... bless the thing's soul, they'll walk up to the grunt's body, kneel down, and do a little pray motion

man

Definitely has infinite pocket space, I don't make the rules

Great cuddles!!!!!

Perfect for cold Nevadean nights !

MEETING CHARACTERS

For Phobos, mf probably thought this thing was an experiment

"It... glows? And flies?"

The kid was just 👁👁

They did a little fancy spin (yall sky mfs know the one) and Phobos like... scrambled back

"Oh my Phobos it understands me doesn't it-"

Eventually after enough time passed- full of Phobos analyzing the being curiously- he just slowly reached out and picked it up

He realized how light they were, and let out a little "Huh..."

The scene is funny to imagine for me HSHSHDD it's like the mf Lion King scene where Rafiki was holding Simba up on that cliff

He was holding the skykid like that but the kid was facing him, and he also wasn't showing the kid off to anyone over a cliff

When the kid honked he nearly dropped them BSHSHS

"IT MAKES NOISE"

The kid approached him, and honked again

I think it would be exactly in that moment where the only thought in his head was: "This. This is my child now. This is my child, and no one can stop me."

As for Jeb? I hc that that mans has eyes like a hawk

So as he was polishing his sniper while sitting by a window one time, he immediately noticed what looked like a ball of light far away, flying around

He hasn't seen anything like that before, so he opened the window and jumped out to check

As he flew toward the UFO, he noticed it was shaped like any regular person, but it had an ethereal feel to it

He was so focused on what it looked like, he didn't notice it was flying right towards him

The collided lol

He was knocked unconscious for a couple seconds before his brain kicked back up again (due to foreign yet frantic-sounding honks filling his ears) and refocused enough for him to not splat on the ground that him and the UFO were rapidly falling to

He slowed the descent, landed, and realized the thing was holding on to his hand

"What in the ever loving fuck?"

He ripped his hand away in shock and looked at the skykid

"What are you?!"

They only did a series of bows, followed by a kneel and once again bowing while kneeling

He didn't sense any ill intent from the being, so he relaxed

"...You can fly, like me."

The kid nodded, and spun to show their cape and stars

"This cape helps you fly?"

Once again, they nodded, then tilted their head and pointed to his halo

"Oh, this? ...This is my version of your cape, in a way."

And the conversation went like that, of course he just immediately got attached to the cute little sentient star

He of course adopted it (how do you adopt something alien? I Do Not Know)

They fly around together a lot, showing each other tricks that they know because fjskfjskdke !!!!!!!!!

#madness combat #sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #this is so self indulgent #sorry sky enjoyers i have too much brainrot #just ignore this if youre not a madness combat fan #if anyone draws this pls tag me i wanna see it #season of madness #(my proposal for a madcom crossover in sky that will never happen)

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allison-pellisier · 3 years

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location: Their Home in Sandport Village with: @sanem-reid

It wasn’t that she wanted to fib to Sanem, but Alli had been bracing herself for sometime now, worrying about how to make the home more compliant to Sanem’s changing body. Her wife as she knew it was a wild card, always seeking adventure and wanting to ride the thrill of whatever life had to offer. But now that she was pregnant with their first child, Alli found herself with constant bated breath wondering if the stairs in their home were beginning to be too much for the dancer. So, with the knowledge of Sanem’s schedule where she would be at work for a few hours doing some administrative work, Alli had taken it upon herself to schedule an appointment with a stair lift company. Sanem hadn’t been in waddling mode as of yet, but she was spending less time on her feet that she was used to. The thought of her wife waddling down the stairs was too much for her to handle so she figured this would be a better alternative. “So what you’re saying is, it’ll hook up to the banister here, she takes a seat, and it’ll lift her from point A to point B?” Allison asked with intrigue.

The pamphlets were clutched in her hands as the representative explained she could even get different colored seats when the security system alerted Alli that someone had parked in Sanem’s spot. She looked at the camera and with wide green eyes, she quickly thanked the man and ushered him towards the door. “I can give you a call back about my choice here!” Allison said quickly, before she opened the door and saw Sanem standing in the driveway with confusion. Allison put on her best poker face as she watched the representative walk back to their car and she hid the pamphlets behind her back. “Askim!” She exclaimed with delight then, “Welcome home.”

#[ paras ]#[ ft. sanem ]#01 #tw: pregnancy mention

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serdar1840 · 2 years

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The whole world disappears when I look into your eyes and nothing matters anymore, only this love that makes my existence burn along with yours..

Love you askim,my heart, my life S.S ❤️

@scrapghost ❤️

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acertainsomeone · 3 years

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Mingling under the Mistletoe-EdSer Oneshot

“Serkan! Why don’t you kiss your bride?” Derya hanım reckoned politely, while sipping her red wine and scrutinizing the young couple, in front of her eyes. The tension between of them, was evident to the say the least, hence she could not help herself to dig more into the matter. Serkan scoffed merrily, and shared a brief gaze with Eda, knowing if he continued for even one more second, she will kill him with those daggers already.

The glint in his eyes registered, whatever he was up to. She didn’t want to create a scene but he was surely asking for it now. Shaking her head in disapproval, Eda mumbled a, ‘I’ll kill you Bolat.” He must’ve heard that because otherwise he wouldn’t have let his beard gently scathe her forehead. Eda closed her eye for a second, knowing this was to come maybe a hundred years later, or more than that. Serkan had to admit, he hadn’t even felt her completely before she groped his thigh, in between her nails.

Wincing in pain, and struggling to hide it, he settled down grimacing at her. “Behave yourself, or next time it would be your cro-” She didn’t realize the words coming out of her mouth were rather enjoyable at the moment. “Cro-? Finish your sentence Eda Yildiz.” He smirked, pulling his right arm around her, protectively. She eyed his gesture with a raised eyebrow and remarked coyly, “I’ll make sure you don’t walk out of this room, safe and sound, Serkan Bolat.” Serkan led out a stifle, struggling to widen the distance between both of them. “Öyle mi?”

“Öyle.” Eda beamed at him with a glare, this time she wasn’t going to let him overpower her. While Aydan hanım was busy discussing fashion and girls with her friends, Serkan whispered in Eda’s ear,

“Why are you here?”

“What makes you think I can’t be here Serkan?” Serkan shrugged pensively, “I wondered your priorities lied somewhere else now.”

“efEndim?” The chunk of chicken breast would have almost spit on plate, if she hadn’t composed herself mid-way. “New beginning, yenı ask, I see you have an ability for moving on fast.”

Eda knew where he was coming from. Her silly antics and a slight misunderstanding did work somehow, but nevertheless somehow, she was unable to enjoy it. “Unlike you Serkan, you only seem to have an ability for throwing people out of your life.” Moving closer, he pressed his thumb against her shoulder, “Ne?” She scowled slowly, careful to not catch the attention of Aydan hanım guests. “Keep your hands off me, Serkan Bolat!” He noticed, Derya hanim was eyeing their bickering, with a close. Before she could suspect anything, and inquire his mother about her future daughter-in-law, Serkan pulled Eda towards his side, and whispered a gentle, “my priorities lie, exactly beside me, Eda hanım.”

“You’re impossible.” She replied in disgust, unable to escape his hold this time. She just knew what to do this time. Crisscrossing her leg, she pressed her heel against his lower leg suggestively. “Napıyosun?” Indeed, he was taken aback, otherwise that clueless Serkan Bolat face wasn’t rarely familiar. It would’ve lasted longer, if Eda hadn’t pressed the pointed heel, right above his, left foot toe.

“Napiyos-” Serkan screeched, gritting his teeth. Holding a strawberry in between her fingers, she exclaimed loudly, “Ne öldü Askim?” Aydan, along with her friends began to look at them, curiously. Shaking his head in denial, Serkan grimaced, “Hiçbir şey, canım”

Moving the strawberry closer to his mouth, she gestured for him to have it. “Emın misinin/are you sure?” Serkan uttered hoarsely, moving closer. He was about to touch the tip of strawberry with his lips, when eda shrieked, “Are you out of your mind?Çılgın ”

Instantly, she placed the fruit back on the plate, leaving an amused Serkan Bolat behind, who was struggling to laugh out loud. “İyımisın. Should we go to the doctor?” She was baffled, not at his laughter but at the possibility of him eating that strawberry and- She didn’t even want to think about what could’ve happened. “Allah Allah!, look whose being a hypochondriac now.” “Nevertheless, I knew you would not let me have it.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Eda looked at him with a pensive look, “So do you trust me now?”

With a meaningful look, Serkan gave away a subtle smile only to be seen by her, “I trust with my entire life, Eda.” “Then beware Serkan, I might someday poison with strawberries, someday.” She remarked sarcastically, mouthing something inaudible, and wriggling her shoulder from beneath his hand. “Eat your food.”

“I’ll be waiting- görüşürüz .” He stood up immediately, placing a peck on the top her head, leaving a bewildered Eda behind.

#edser fic #eda yildiz #sen çal kapimi #sen cal kapımı #serkan bolat #edser #turkishdizi

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arslans · 3 years

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If it were up to Emre he would already be on his private plane jetting off somewhere on his ‘honeymoon’, sadly that had to wait till tomorrow. Right now he put on his best suit and smile through the night, faking his happiness to everyone. He was never one to care about what other people thought, Emre lived life for himself rather than trying to please other people. It wasn’t in his nature to pretend to be something when he was not, yet here he was, pretending to be madly in love with Aylin Sadiklar or the new Mrs.Arslan. Emre wasn’t completely heartless, he wasn’t going to let all the snakes in this social circle bite at Aylin. After all, they had a deal and she was doing him a favour as much as he was doing her one. They were in a mutually beneficial contract. “Askim.” he smiled, putting his arm around her before looking over at the small crowd which had gathered around the woman the second he had left her alone. “Sorry ladies, I need to take my wife from you all. I can’t stand being a second away from her.” The lies fell of his lips with ease. “Aylin I just need to talk to you quickly. Thank you for coming tonight ladies.” he nodded before taking Aylin’s hand and leading her away. “How are you holding up?”

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scandinaviacroatiaengbergs · 5 years

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Monday: Train Ride from Gothenburg to Copenhagen and Dinner with a Friend

We had no trouble getting up and at ‘em on Monday morning in Askim (outside Gothenburg), well, I should say Eric and I didn’t. The kids needed to be woken up. They were really dragging, Rowan in particular. He was so zonked out in his little room and was the last to get up and eat the yogurt we’d gotten him. I do believe the standard-sized individual yogurts in Sweden are larger than they are in the U.S., just for the record. The night before, we’d bought two fruit-on the-bottom yogurts for the kids and they were very delicious.

After yogurt-eating, we got the car all loaded up and drove to the Volvo Customer Experience Center, or some such name, where we’d picked it up in the first place. I mentioned a few things about our drop-off in the previous post. In all, the drop-off experience was smooth, as all we had to do was give them our key, give them the mileage, and sign a few things. Then, they had a cab take us to the Gothenburg train station, and we were there with over thirty minutes to spare before our train, enough to go into the terminal and get some snacks, since the train we were going to be riding on was not as nice of a train as the one we’d been on a few days before, which had a cafe car (which we didn’t use, but it was there).

I know I mentioned how stressful it had been getting our seats all sorted out on the train, as there were no accurate numbers above the seats. One of the cabin staff helped us, and told us that we were actually standing in the bay of seats that happened to be ours. We had to shuffle around a bit with a Swedish mom and her teenage son and two women from (it sounded like) Australia, but everyone was super nice, and once we got all of our luggage stowed and got seated, we were relieved, and settled in for the 3.5-hour train ride ahead. It was slower, because it was a train with like 18 stops. There were no express trains at that time of day. On the train, we did a lot of looking out the window, since the train was traveling south, adjacent to the sea, to Copenhagen (which, if you didn’t know, has about four different spellings). We arrived at 2:30 and it took us a while to navigate through the Copenhagen Central Station and get to the bathroom (which was a pay-to-use situation) and get a cab, since there are no Ubers in Copenhagen. Once we got in our cab, it was smooth sailing from there – ooops, sort of; I forgot that when we got to our Airbnb, we followed the instructions to get the key from the lock box across the street, with we found with no trouble, but the lock box was empty! We reached the host by phone and he said their cleaner was sick, so he came over, let us in, helped us get our bags in the apartment, and then he went and got the cleaner, brought him over, and said we could come back in a few hours. During that time, we did a walk and popped in a few shops, bought a bottle of wine to take to our friend who was having us over for dinner, and then stopped at one of those fitness playgrounds, on the campus of the University of Copenhagen. There was some guy doing parkour there and he was really pretty awesome, and we joked that he should be on “People are Awesome,” which is a YouTube channel (I know Eric and the kids like to watch it, but I call it “People are Stupid,” because of all of the high-risk, insane feats of human athleticism it shows). The parkour dude asked Eric to film his little routine, which included many flips from piece of equipment to piece of equipment. We regret that we didn’t take a clip with our own phones. We walked through the Horticultural Garden at the University of Copenhagen and hung out for a bit with the very aggressive ducks. Since it was a sunny, beautiful day there, there were so many people in that garden, and a ton of babies. It was very beautiful. We walked from there in a loop back to our place and we went up and I took a quick shower. Out friend Peter was going to pick us up at 5:15 to take us over to his place for dinner. Peter went to high school with us for a year; he was an exchange student and he and Eric have stayed in touch. From Facebook, Eric had noticed that he and Peter have a lot in common with their outdoorsy ways. So, they had plenty to talk about.

Before I tell you about our dinner, though, I want to describe our Airbnb. It was on the fourth floor of a six-floor building, and its stairs were much easier to navigate than the deathtrap-style stairs in the Oslo apartment, which curved and had a really low railing, like below Eric’s hips, so it might have been passible to topple over and go “splat” on the ground floor. Annnnyway, the Copenhagen apartment was a family’s apartment, and I booked it because they had kids who had toys – always a plus when booking an Airbnb. And once again, as always happens in places with toys, the kids could’ve stayed there happily fo 48 hours doing nothing but playing with those toys. But, alas, we had to go to dinner. But, what a dinner it was and what a home! So, I don’t want to gush about Peter and his wife’s home too much because that’s probably tacky, but I will say that Eric had a hunch that Peter had considerable means, because they follow each other on Strava and Eric could see that one week, Peter would be cross-country skiing in Switzerland, and another, running in Thailand. So, he is a private-equity investment banker and his wife is a marketing professional for a Danish beer company and their home was just gorgeous and huge and had a large yard – and was, mind you, in the center of Copenhagen. Their backyard had an in-ground trampoline, a sandbox area, a play house, some weird child-pedal-truck kind of vehicle that Rowan loved, a slide, and a big disc tree swing. After a while outside, their 5-year-old daughter took Rowan and Cece inside to her dress-up area and then her play-room and, man, our kids would not have been disappointed, I don’t think, if we just left them there for the remainder of this trip. It was such a treat to get to catch up with Peter and meet his wife and hang out with them for the evening. They will be in Albuquerque in October for the Balloon Fiesta, so we’re hoping to repay their generosity when they’re there and have them over, as Eric stressed kind of chuckling, for salmon, because that is what I seem to always make for guests ;) Once we got home, it was after 9:00, but the kids wanted to revisit their play with all of the toys in the apartment. We allowed them to do that for about ten minutes and then we had to get them to bed. They both fell asleep nearly instantly. Overnight, I actually had a really hard time sleeping, partially because the pillow was super soft and I have been having all kinds of crazy pain in my right scapula for like the last six weeks, so the super flat, feather pillow situation did not help. I am not sure what would. It was also pretty humid. But, I eventually fell asleep and then we got up the next morning earlier than we would have liked because Cece got up. The kids played for a few hours and then we started on our journey to Tivoli Gardens for a few hours of fun! I was so excited to go there. I actually hadn’t heard about it until this trip, but everyone asked me if we were going there when they learned we were going to Copenhagen: my dad asked, Eric knew about it, Ryley asked, Peter and his wife asked. I told the kids that, after seeing amusement park after amusement park in all the cities we visited, we’d go ride some rides at Tivoli, so Tuesday was the day we made that happen. In the next post, I will tell about our time at Tivoli, our walking through Copenhagen, and our evening at a little public pool on the riverside, which was all topped off with ice cream – finally.

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ozlemyeni · 4 years

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Look who is just arrived to my new studio!!! my Askim ♥️ welcome!!! . . . #michelesavoye #clayartist #masterofclay #adelaide (at The Mill) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7ki4r6ARsI/?igshid=jjaqd4ju1uka

#michelesavoye #clayartist #masterofclay #adelaide

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priyankahindostan-blog · 5 years

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My night is moonless. My night has big eyes that stare at a gray light that filters through the windows. My night cries and the pillow becomes wet and cold. My night is long and seems stretched towards an uncertain end. My night rushes me into your absence. I look for you, I look for your immense body close to mine, your breath, your smell. My night answers me: empty; my night gives me cold and loneliness. I'm looking for a point of contact: your skin. Where are you? Where are you? I turn around in all directions, the damp pillow, my cheek sticks, my hair wet against my temples. It is not possible that you are not here. My mind wanders, my thoughts go, come and crowd, my body cannot understand. My body would like you. My body, this mutilated area, would like to forget for a moment in your warmth, my body demands a few hours of serenity. My night is a heart reduced to a rag. My night knows that I'd like to look at you, follow every curve of your body with your hands, recognize your face and caress it. My night suffocates me for your lack. My night palpitates with love, the one I try to stem but that palpitates in the shadows, in every fiber of mine. My night would like to call you but has no voice. Yet he would like to call you and find you and hold on to you for a moment and forget this time that massacres. My body cannot understand. He needs you as much as I do, it may be that in the end, I and my body form a whole. My body needs you, you have often almost healed me. My night is digging until I no longer feel the flesh and the feeling becomes stronger, more acute, devoid of material substance. My night burns with love. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ . . . #love #passion #red #lovers #pakistan #khaani #sanajaved #ferozekhan #askimemnu #askyeniden #yergökaşk #karasevda #askim #ishq #piyaar https://www.instagram.com/p/BxU_0beHiYw/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10if81eyxba7v

#love #passion #red #lovers #pakistan #khaani #sanajaved #ferozekhan #askimemnu #askyeniden #yergökaşk #karasevda #askim #ishq #piyaar

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