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mapsontheweb · 1 year
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Republic of Araz — a 1918 unrecognized state.
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vanessazey · 1 year
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irtifuck · 7 months
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Bu video fabrikadan halka!!! TikTok ta sesi kisilana kadar izlenebilecek...ben bu dizilerde geriden geliyorum. Tabii Tumblr gibi bi ortamda Araz'la Mert'i şipledigimi söylesem garip kaçmazdı. Ama Araz ve Aylin'e Substitute hikayesi uydu...aslında Aylin ile Mert'e yapacaktım. Ama fazla sahneleri yoktu. Aradaki erkek fark etmez, zaten Aylin,Gizemin yedeği olmak istiyor. 😀 Bu konular canımızı sıkıyor, biz kendi keyfimize donelim..
Bu videoyu neden yaptım, niçin yaptım? Bikere vaktim bol idi,yaptım...ikincisi, aslında Aylin'in,Gizemin yedeği olması meselesi, başka bir çifte gönderme.....onlara da bu şarkıyı adadığımı geçmişte söylediğime eminim!!! Neyse, söylemiş kadar oldum. Adanmış'tan bir çift bu.Ve evet, 2. Sezonda bir GHBG sürprizi yaşayacaktık...elim degmis iken, sadece Duy Beni evreni ile sınırlı kalacağımı düşünmediniz herhalde⁉
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direniyorumacilarima · 5 months
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I think you'd like this story: " Ateş'in Kızı " by Chamomillaee on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/344243714?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Chamomillaee&wp_originator=R%2BjNTb8vshv003jI%2FF1EocoeCDs1FjyWgVzAO5RFuAB8VhoyvHtprHUe08q0lWC%2BPvhOhvO%2BgCRpQqIA%2FvNsOa66TeWelnQpfWlJOmwbHxh5UAIZ0EMM5RZ0MDxKxQyw
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A trainload of melons rolls east at Araz Junction in far southeast California, just miles from Yuma, Ariz. Southern Pacific freight trains moved fresh California produce on both its Sunset Route, here, and the Overland Route east of Sacramento.
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tae-ffxiv · 7 months
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Prompt #12: Dowdy
Yet another horny roulette.
I found a thing on google and I had to write about it.
cw: sexuality (humorous)
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The orchestrion’s been turned up, if only for the sake of the neighbours. Araz rifles through his closet, looking for some things. Khai takes the opportunity to shuffle off his clothes while his back is turned, and pose with his fists braced on hips, feet shoulder width apart, his new undergarment on proud display. And then he waits.
Happy with his selection from the closet, Araz turns around, a smile on his face. A smile which immediately drops, along with the implements in his hands, eyes fixed on Khai’s proudly-presented garment.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is that?”
“Is marid!” Khai explains happily. 
“... Where are its tusks?” Araz arches an eyebrow.
Khai jumps, then stares down at his bits. “Ah! Why it doesn’t have tusks?! Maybe you have something I can put each side.”
“Nope. It’s coming off.”
Khai sulks, hands dropping from his hips, “But you not even see it raise it trunk yet.”
“I think that’s a blessing, actually.” He bends down to pick up the objects from the floor.
“I hear if a marid raise it trunk, is good luck.”
Araz straightens up, and finds himself fixed by a full blast of puppy eyes from Khai. He grimaces again, rolls his eyes back so hard his head follows suit.
“Fine, fine,” he groans. Then he grins and saunters over to Khai, “But you know what else is gonna be raised?”
“Huh?” Khai gives a smile of both victory and anticipation.
He reaches out and claps a leather cuff around Khai’s wrist, and then a second around the other, “Your hands. Over your head.”
Khai grins, letting out a light giggle, “I am okay with that.” A pause as Araz tugs at the chain linking his wrists together. “Ah, see, already it is thinking about raising it.”
“Well tell it to hurry up, the sooner I get to take that thing off the better...”
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The garment in question:
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yapmabeaaaa · 1 year
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kusurlubirkalp · 1 year
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ama nafile
hiçbir kalem ve hiç bir ben
sonraki sayfada aynı sen’i bulamıyoruz
uzaklar hep uzak kalıyor sevdaya
sen yine de artık sesime düşme
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kubra-nur-gunes · 1 year
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“Alıştığın kişiyi kaybedince, herkes gitmiş gibi hissediyorsun.”
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2bha · 8 months
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كُوني أنتِ عشان احبك
أحبك عشانك انتي
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givemegifs · 1 year
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AFƏT ŞAHİD. MƏHRƏM ARAZ, MƏLHƏM ARAZ…
AFƏT ŞAHİD. MƏHRƏM ARAZ, MƏLHƏM ARAZ…
AFƏT ŞAHDİN YAZILARI MƏHRƏM ARAZ, MƏLHƏM ARAZ…(Zaur Ustacın “Araz” şeiri haqqında)ZAUR USTAC kimliyi bir DƏRYAdır desək yanılmarıq. Bu dəryanın üzü – görünən tərəfi onun yaradıcılığıdır. Dəryaya dalmaq istəsək suyun dərinliyinin şahidi olarıq.Hərtərəfli YARADICILIQ imkanı hər şəxsə verilən MÜKAFAT deyil. Allah Qələmini bərəkətləndirdiyi Bəndəsindən əzm, sədaqət, hərəkət gördükcə onun bərəkətini…
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nudesnoises · 2 months
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Ugur Araz
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digitalfountains · 1 month
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Ery Viero by Ugur Araz
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millionsecretsofjazz · 6 months
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tae-ffxiv · 7 months
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Prompt #26: Last
Possibly the dumbest thing I've come up for any ffxivwrite prompt so far...
cw: sort-of-not-really sexuality. Talk of it I guess?
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He opens the door to an even chant - 
“One, two, three, four…”
- and glances down to see Khai and his viera… friend… sitting facing each other, hands linked together as they wave their thumbs about in a synchronized motion and chant together.
“... I declare a thumb war.”
And then all the synchronization leaves as they start flailing their thumbs about erratically, twisting their hands about as much as they can while still keeping them linked together. Dayir watches them bemusedly, elbows propped on the table. Amba’s brow furrows.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s called a thumb war.” Araz answers, appearing deeply focused on the task at hand… whatever that may be.
“What?”
“Whoever comes last, they are bottom.” Khai comments, also deeply focused.
Well that explains… absolutely nothing. Amba’s brows furrow deeper. “... What?” He turns a questioning glance to Dayir.
“Bottom as in sex.” Dayir clarifies.
Amba takes a moment to close his eyes and sigh. “I didn’t need to know that, Khai.”
Khai’s attention turns from the thumb war up to Amba, “What? But you ask.”
Araz takes the opportunity of his distraction to pin Khai’s hand with a jerk, and Khai’s attention turns back to the game.
“Ah, cheat!” He begins to twist his hand about in an attempt to unpin his thumb, but after a few seconds of struggling unsuccessfully, Araz let’s out a cheer.
“I win!” he releases Khai’s hand so he can throw both arms up in victory, “Hell yeah!”
Araz hops to his feet. “Alright, let’s go find somewhere where your brother won’t skin me alive if we make too much noise.”
As he heads toward the door, Amba shoots a glare at him that does little to disprove Araz’s theory. Khai hops up and follows after the viera, who throws the door wide open right as Khai pauses to look at Amba.
He leans toward his brother conspiratorially and lowers his voice, “<I lost on purpose.>” And then he trots out the door behind Araz.
Amba sighs loudly and calls toward his back, “I didn’t need to know that, Khai!”
Dayir, for his part, lets out a short cackle as Amba moves to swing the door shut - but not before a snippet of conversation manages to float in:
“Maybe a leash, this time…”
The door slams shut with a little more force than necessary, and Amba drops his face into a hand. He really, really didn’t need to know that.
There’s a stretch of silence as he rubs at his forehead, and shakes his head.
When he looks over, he catches Dayir grinning at him.
“Would you let me put a leash on y-”
“No.” Amba answers, before the question can even be asked. He marches off toward the basement stairs.
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