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d4myeon · 1 year

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WHERE/HOW TO DONATE TO TURKEY (DETAILED)

1- ahbap

it is one of the most reliable & fast organizations. here is how to do it:

https://ahbap.org/disasters-turkey

iban numbers:

Organization name: Ahbap Derneği

Bank number: İş Bankası

IBAN: TR120006400000110211380059

TL Account 1021-1380059

TL Account IBAN TR120006400000110211380059

USD Account 1021-2150262

USD Account IBAN TR320006400000210212150262

EUR Account 1021-2150277

EUR Account IBAN TR150006400000210212150277

GBP Pound Account IBAN TR370006400000210212260849

2-afad

This campaign is launched by the government. here is how to donate

https://www.afad.gov.tr/depremkampanyasi2#

3- akut

4 - hasan abi

donations will be made to CARE Turkey, CARE Syria, AKUT, and Ahbap

others:

whitehelmets.org/en/

https://syrianforumusa.org

https://molhamteam.com/en/campaigns/439

for indonesians:

even $1 matters please help us...

$1 = 18 liras

€1 = 20 liras

#please donate #donations #emergency #funds needed #turkey needs help #this is a cry for help #help #prayers for turkey #turkey earthquake #turkey is burning #pray for turkey #turkey #turkiye earthquake #turkiye #syria earthquake #syria

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chernobog13 · 5 months

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I'll give you three guesses how this turkey was cooked, and the first two don't count.

Happy Thanksgiving!

#Happy Thanksgiving #Thanksgiving #Godzilla #Burning Godzilla #kaiju #turkey

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shower-phantom-ideas · 5 months

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Child Danny by degree of the eyeguys to have him at peak power for the future but he somehow gets forced to live with Wes Weston.

Wes forced to adopt Danny is the funniest shit. Spent his life trying to out the guy now hes legally responsible for the guy. Whos very smug for someone who can’t even use the coffee pot.

Danny isnt too happy to be forced back to a 6 year old. His new slightly more emotional body is maybe acting out a little ok sue him.

Wes is now so torn between finally being able to prove himself right and keeping his now ?child? Safe.

Danny btw still denies being anything but a normal guy.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #wes weston #idk im kinda distracted cause my mom said it was just three of us #anyway like 12 people are coming and I wanna burn this place to the ground #my auntie got a devorce??? I thought that was her brother lmao #no no liz it aint gonna be no big event ok just a small dinner #anyway we have a turkey and a ham #liz u gotta make this and liz can u set up the tree #hey liz put up the lights #ok the yelling had hardly started #I could just leave but I brought the ham and ill be damned if I don’t eat some #though I don’t wanna be here #someone quickly set my hair on fire

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celluloidrainbow · 11 months

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KURAK GÜNLER (2022) dir. Emin Alper Emre, a young and dedicated prosecutor, is newly appointed to a small town hit by a water crisis and political scandals. After an initial welcome, he experiences an increasing number of tense interactions and is reluctantly dragged into local politics. When Emre forms a bond with the owner of the local newspaper pressure escalates under heated rumours. (link in title)

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betterthanbatman1 · 6 months

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Today I woke up, had a dull ache in my body and could barley keep my eyes open despite it being past 1pm. I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I looked out the window and saw such a cute little Robin. It only sat for a few moments before flying away. I was filled with this sort of melancholy feeling, like the little bird abandoned me, but also it was so beautiful as it flew past and I was just in awe of the nature and the world. Like wow, I share this world with this amazing, beautiful creature. What a beautiful world I live in. And then my toast popped up and the fire alarm went off and I couldn’t get it to stop on my own.

Just had the most Bruce Wayne moment of my life.

#facepalming myself #Unfortunately this is based on true events #I have now become Bruce Wayne #My mum literally helping me with the fire alarm like Alfred would lmao #I’m about to get banned from the kitchen just like Bruce did #you know he was probably banned from burning toast #This man didn’t get banned from cooking Turkey dinner no no #He was banned from burning toast #batfamily #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #Alfred pennyworth #dc #I forgot to post this on the day it happened #unfortunately I’m not accustomed to queuing posts yet #despite me being on tumblr for enough time

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ygoartreviews · 5 months

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Mild Turkey

"The taste of victory will bowl you over."

Turkey dinner has come back to life and is now pursuing its ultimate dream: to become the world's greatest bowler. And man is it killing it. Striking a dynamic bowling ball throwing pose, complete with an epic speedline and lens flare background. It’s even living it up with a (sort of) Christmas themed party outfit. Good attention to detail here with the little blobs of turkey juice being flung off with the turkey’s motion and the extreme motion blur on the bowling ball.

Rating: 10/10, All Star Turkey Bowling

#Mild Turkey #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #ygo #Pendulum Monster #Normal Monster #Fire #Winged Beast #I didn't have to look at the wiki for the flavor text #I have this one burned into my brain permanently #For those who don't know: this was the very first pendulum card I ever owned #I see a funny card and I just Have to own it

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theluckywizard · 10 months

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HAPPY FRIDAY LUCKY Okay but consider: "Writing them little sticky notes and putting them in random places." from the intimacy prompts... for either Rose/Cullen or Rose/Hawke, whichever you think fits best (I couldn't decide akjfnkjrengjk). Happy writing!!

This is ALSO for @ar-lath-ma-cully who asked for:

As is tradition, I wrote most of this for @dadrunkwriting last Friday and passed out before finishing 😴 The nice part is that I got to do some sfw art for it today before posting 😳 Rating/CW: Explicit, sex

WC: 2212

Summary: Inquisitor Rose Trevelyan is away clearing rifts along Sulcher's pass but she leaves plenty of reminders behind for Cullen to find while she's gone! (Fluff smut)

Cullen shuffles to his trunk by the inadequate light that spills in through the splintered roof and reaches in for fresh smalls and a shirt, the motion a reflex at this point. A scrap of paper flutters to the floor that he almost misses, but he steps on it and curious, picks it up, squinting in the darkness to read it.

Miss me yet?

A laugh bubbles up and snuffs through his nose, and his whole chest warms up. He presses the note to his smiling lips. Rose has been gone less than twenty four hours and he does, in fact, miss her already.

Late into the evening after briefing his scouts and sending them off, after stacking his paperwork into their designated piles, Cullen climbs to his loft heavily. The distractions of work are put away for the night. The distractions of Rose somewhere along Sulcher’s pass where she’s closing rifts to secure the route. He mounts all his armor on its stand and strips to his smalls and settles into the sumptuously comfortable bed she’d insisted he have. As his head hits the blessed pillow a rustling and crumpling accosts his senses. He wrestles his way into the pillowcase and withdraws the note, reading it by the fidgeting candlelight.

I’m actually impressed you found this one. Gold star, my love!

He fails to restrain his chuckle, grinning stupidly as he rubs his hands over his eyes. Even away from Skyhold she finds ways to play with him, reminding him of the first half of his life before trauma and responsibilities muscled out that impulse.

The next day he finds one in his ledger, drifting down onto his desk.

Eat something, handsome.

He stifles his grin, shakes his head and wanders down to the Skyhold kitchen to beg and scrounge.

Cullen goes to shave, opening the Order-issued wooden box that houses his kit.

I’ve often wondered how you’d look with a beard. Think about it?

He laughs and shaves his face anyway.

Bodner’s Siege Tactics, second edition, which usually hangs around his desk in want of referencing, holds a note inside.

I miss your kisses.

Cullen sighs, feeling the longing smart in his chest like it might gnaw him to pieces. He’s lucky he didn’t loan that one to Lieutenant Taryn the other day.

The next morning he takes a peek into his mended lyrium box to perform his daily ritual: lay his eyes on the one luminous bottle he keeps around and roundly reject it. There’s a note inside of course.

Don’t even think about it.

He covers his eyes with a hand but the smile sneaks out. She’s always been a brazen one.

He hasn’t the faintest clue how many there are and where they’ll jump out of next, but it sustains him. And when the bell rings twice to signal her party’s approach after a week away, he’s startled to see her leaning against the inside of the southern door frame.

“Maker’s breath!” he chokes, clutching at his chest as he recovers himself. “How did you beat the bell?”

“Witchcraft, of course,” says the Inquisitor with a pert little smile so smug he has a mind to kiss it clean. He submits to her pull, striding toward her, hunger flooding his groin.

“I got your notes. Breaking into my office again?”

“Notes? I don’t have the faintest idea what you're on about,” she says, but her cheeks give her away. She’s never been a convincing seductress, too busy tripping over her own wicked little plots to pull it off completely, but it’s better in every dimension. And Cullen dearly needs a laugh.

“You don’t know anything about a note in my lyrium box?” he says, as he nudges her against the wall with his hips.

“Who would do such an outrageously inappropriate thing?” she asks, and he eradicates her mischievous grin with a sweep of his open mouth. He curls a hand around the back of her neck the way he always does to draw her into his kiss. Her gauzy blue calico scarf crunches and rustles slightly under his hand and he draws back, shaking his head because he already knows. Rose’s blush is fierce but she wrestles her expression into something resembling mild amusement as Cullen feels around under the folds of her scarf for the note. He makes a show of unfolding it with a stern look up at her, tugs it open with a snap, clears his throat and reads it out loud before he has any conception of what it says.

“Fuck me.” He’d never have said it if he'd read it beforehand, flushing onto the tips of his ears and beyond, his shock and mortification nearly derailing the very thing she desires.

Rose’s eyes are expectant upon him, bold and penetrating even over her equally pink cheeks. Cullen’s breath deepens and his armor feels impossibly hot all of a sudden, the high pile of the fur of his mantle an utter absurdity. He claws it away from his neck, pushing it over his pauldrons onto the floor where he promptly forgets about it.

Rose is patient, reclining against the rough stones of the tower wall and he rewards her by drawing her hand up above her head and pinning it there as he drops his hips slightly to press his erection between her legs. He tugs her knee up alongside him to deepen the contact, nearly a week of separation charging his arousal like it’s a latent hum of electricity inside him, teasing moans of relief from her parted lips.

With only one hand, Cullen makes expert work of the clasps on her traveling leathers, familiar as they are and when it falls open, he reaches to feel the yield of her breast under his fingers, the fullness of it against his palm, the–

There’s a crisp rumple under his hand.

Rose strangles a laugh into a snort.

Cullen leans heavily against the wall over her, casting a look of playful consternation as he fishes the note from the folds of her breast band.

“Not here. Upstairs,” he reads. “Maker’s breath, Rose.”

He pockets the notes to save in his drawer of her letters and reaches a hand to swipe between her legs, reacquainting himself with the contours of her most intimate parts through the kidskin leather. She gasps, covering his hand with hers, begging for more by pressing his fingers into her harder.

“Just checking for other notes,” he grumbles softly from a breath away. “Go on. I’ll lock up.”

While she disappears nimbly up the ladder, Cullen turns the key in each tower door, exhaling sharply as he adjusts his cock inside the now too small space of his breeches. He ascends eagerly, hoping to see her stretched fair across his bed but she waits with crossed arms.

“I think I’ve undressed myself enough for one week,” she declares, welcoming him into her arms, arousing in him suspicion that borders on certainty. He bares her with deft hands, waiting for another note to come out of the folds of something or other but it never does and they both work at the remainder of his armor, punctuating their efforts with joyful kisses. When he’s down to his breeches she wanders over and flops naked across his bed, her eyes slipping closed as she sighs away the exhaustion of the road. He kicks off his breeches beside the bed and climbs onto it in just his smalls. With her laid out bare before him, not a scrap of clothing or reasonable hiding place to be found he can’t help his next comment.

“I’m a little worried about where I’ll find your next note,” he says, his juvenile grin sneaking out momentarily before he penetrates her with a provocative gaze from under his brow.

“You’re more than welcome to search me wherever you suspect I’ve tucked it away,” she says, delighting in the spring of his cock with an appreciative look when he shucks off his smalls.

A note flutters out of them.

“How in the Maker’s name–” he cuts himself off. Her look of triumph must be punished, but first, the note. He sits back on his heels and reads it. “What are you waiting for?”

Cullen throws the note over his shoulder with a grin and crawls forward to claim her, lowering himself between her legs and sucking on the pink peak of her right breast with joyful abandon. He tempers the need that devours him from inside, tamping down the feral response as the hairs of his chest engage the velvet of her skin, as the heat of her most intimate parts warms his stomach.

“Do I want to know how you did that?” he asks, kissing his way to her other side.

“Oh probably not. I know how you feel about blood magic.”

Her teasing once unnerved him, forcing unexpected blushes into his cheeks when he was desperately trying to look like the general of an army, but it didn’t take long for it to feel like sparks inside him, little flashes of hope to remind him of something other than his past. She gave him permission first to smile and then to laugh, reconnecting him with a lost part of himself. Now she allows him to desire and possess her.

On an elbow, Cullen reaches down to stroke his cock along the slippery warmth between her thighs, kissing her chin when her head falls back against his pillow. When she grips his rear in a plea, he drives into her, the friction of it knocking loose a sharp gasp. He thrusts twice and then connects completely and holds there, propped up on his arms so as not to squash her.

“I missed you,” she whispers, her earlier attempts at sauciness giving way to genuine vulnerability, her fingers tender on his cheek.

“I missed you too,” he says with shining, smiling eyes, determined to demonstrate just how much. “I loved your notes.” “Even the dirty ones?”

“Especially the dirty ones,” he murmurs, leaning down for an indulgent kiss and they softly, hungrily twine their tongues as they roll their hips into a rhythm.

“I thought they would remind you to laugh when I’m gone,” she manages between breathy little moans.

“Well you succeeded in that regard,” he says, wrapping his hand halfway around her breast and squeezing firmly.

“Oh fuck yes,” she breathes. He bites her lower lip in a scold though he relishes the way he bucks the curses right out of her. Her legs looped around his waist, he spreads his knees wide to get deeper, and yields to the insistence of her look, that stunning indigo gaze.

The new bed is much more cooperative than his last, straining only slightly under the force of their activities. He glances up at the substantial, sturdy looking headboard even as he ruts deeply into her and she follows his eyes, her brow popping as the same idea manifests inside her.

“Turn me around,” she breathes, releasing him from her legs so he can withdraw. Cullen guides her up to face the headboard, her knees tucked between his and then eases into her again, moderating his thrusts until they coordinate their movements properly. He gathers up her bouncing breasts with his forearm and hand, catching her nipple with his thumb and forefinger while he curls his right hand around to stroke her to what he hopes is a concurrent climax. He’s already teetering on the edge and reins it back to prolong his enjoyment. Rose grips the wooden edge of the headboard, bouncing back against him, the provocative sounds of his flesh slapping against hers working against every effort he makes to restrain his orgasm.

Cullen hopes his fingers bring her just as close and if her rhythmic cries are any indication, she’ll be melting back against him soon. Her voice gains pitch and intensity and he drives harder to exact her release, surprising himself as breathy groans actually escape him. He’s usually more carefully managed, but the situation perhaps calls for it. He bites down on her shoulder, her clenching depths unleashing wildness within him and then tilts his head down to watch her plunge onto his length with each cry.

Rose collapses forward against the headboard as her climax overtakes her, curses streaming through those pink lips of hers, and he hauls her back against his chest, grunting her name against her damp neck as he finally allows himself to come deep within her, convulsing with each surge. They laze against one another up on their knees, his arms wrapped tightly around her as they gasp for breath until their heart rates slow.

Craning her head to cast a lively look at him, she reaches over the top of the headboard and hands him a final note she must have fixed back there a week ago. The Herald of Andraste she may be, but these notes of hers are the machinations of some trickster god or other. He sets his chin on her shoulder and unfolds it.

I love you, Cullen.

He sighs through his euphoric grin, setting the note carefully on her pillow so as not to lose it and tilts his head to accept her kiss.

#cullenmance #cullen x trevelyan #cullen rutherford #commander cullen #dragon age fan fiction #rose trevelyan #in the shattering of things #the eventual smut #the burn was slow but now its hot #she's a real turkey #dadwc #fluff smut #all the fluff

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tjkl895 · 5 months

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#running #5k #under armour #running tights #compression tights #compression #men in tights #black #burn off the turkey #thanksgiving

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swanasource · 2 years

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On the one hand, Emin Alper’s Burning Days is a discreet but telling account of the resurgence of homophobia — a key plank of right-wing populism — in Turkey. On the other hand, it’s a half-and-half genre film: half crime thriller and half western.

Cannes Review: Emin Alper’s ‘Burning Days’ @ DEADLINE

#Emin Alper #burning days #filmedit #turkey #turkish #film #lgbt

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lightdancer1 · 24 hours

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See the further irony is:

That in using 'Mall Goth Sauron' as the take on Dark Willow over 'misogynist has character randomly killed for LULZ' it also allows for greater accountability on the one hand and for Season 7 to thematically focus on repairing all this damage in the midst of facing an enemy of shadows reliant on lies to further itself. The only way to break the Druj is the absolute Truth in a very Zoroastrian sense. Characters don't get to neatly skip past accountability for their actions, and this would spiral over into further later seasons with the essential reality that in an otherwise lower-level setting this one random girl from California is a Dark Phoenix-tier reality warper and the most powerful person on the planet, or the universe.

And the questions of how that power could and should be employed on the one hand and that Willow is essentially a Doctor Strange type who beats up Gods and Eldritch Abominations for her regular line of work where her counterparts deal with the more 'street level' crises would in turn be the logical conclusion of where the show ends. She doesn't do as much physical fighting for the same reason that Stephen Strange never uses magic to go punch the Hulk in the face, her narrative role is ultimately that of Sorceress Supreme of Earth, with literally nobody in an ancient established war anticipating that this one random ginger from California was and is the new Sorceress Supreme and that if they had had such awareness the realities are that this power would and could have taken worse forms.

Unfortunately for the world, the reality too is that it is a shy computer geek who has a not at all subtle dark side and the usual teenage anxieties and insecurities given the equivalent of being able to reliably actually do things other people might dream of but can never do.

But again as long as Dawn Summers being a good thing is a narrative convention that's established memory magic is a poor choice to show the corrupting effects of reality-warping. It's a case of 'yes as established in canon all of this is true for that one season but then they decided to retcon it, so the fans are not obligated to care about it any more than the canon does about this itself.'

#willow rosenberg #tara maclay #dawn summers #you will never convince me as long as Dawn Summers is a plot device that 'memory magic unforgivable' is anything but bad writing #it was the choice used but there are other equally toxic things that could have been done instead #the basic theme of 'very powerful person decides things for another in an abusive fashion' works just as well without it #Tara's growth arc in refusing to tolerate abuse even from the person who brought her out of her shell can stand perfectly fine #it works even better with a budding Sauron than abruptly deciding 'wholesale memory rewrites good retail unforgivable.'#killing Tara off also denies her any sense of closure or ability to get that closure with the person who does this #the entire element here with the way things went down is bad writing from Point A to point Z #and it's also easily forgotten but Tara wasn't in fact intended to be Willow's love interest #she was replacement Willow for sympathy points #her entire arc as such became Willow X Tara but it was a choice from actor chemistry #So in giving Tara a role besides 'Willow's Girlfriend' it arguably does better by her character #tara x willow #btvs #and yes yes the 'scale changes things' argument is true but only to a point #it's really no different to introduce Dawn than what Willow did #if the retail is wrong so is the wholesale and the decisions to make this that point of no return is an avoidable mistake #plus honestly imagine a Season 7 Tara going 'sweetie no' and a Season 7 Willow dealing with those consequences in real time #equally one can have Tara's cold turkey approach stick exactly as it was #and serve as her role in the time bomb because she's a product of an abusive family and not an infallible moral guide #she rightly sees the problem and at least tries to address it when nobody else did #but unfortunately her solution was pouring gasoline on the fire and then vacating the range where the fire would burn #still further between that and Willow being human enough to resent being told to take that pain and do it going it alone #there'd be plenty of reasons for a surviving Tara and Willow to spend season 7 broken up as is #Tara would not at all be wrong to be wary and not want to touch reformed Sauron with a 400 foot pole #Willow equally would resent someone whose bad advice helped create the problem and who evades any recognition thereof #good old fashioned drama with entirely human motives

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romijuli · 1 month

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yoo 7 14 and 24 for the ask game?

HI ASTRA THESE ARE SOME SOLID QUESTIONS. like overall not just the ones you picked lmao

7. Which ride do you think has the best queue?

HONESTLY A LOT OF THEM ARE REALLY COOL. I’ve always been partial to space mountain though; the star charts and “windows” are really cool. Special shoutout to The Many Adventures of Winnie The Pooh though, the hunny panels are really neat.

14. Name an attraction from a park you haven't been to, that would be enough to get you to visit said park.

Man I’ve been to Disneyland AND Disney world that knocks a lot of stuff off.

I like ride history! And Pooh’s Hunny Hunt being the first (major?) ride to use a local positioning system is really cool to me!

24. Tell us about the best food you've eaten in the parks.

Man my last trip was during the food and wine festival you’d think I’d remember this. I remember Be Our Guest was good!

I was actually thinking earlier about those candied pecans (?) they sell at snack carts in the Magic Kingdom…I always forget how much I love those.

#asky meme #on the topic of food #my fiancé went with my dad to grab turkey legs like twenty minutes before he proposed #(he was nervous and needed to burn some energy)#and he swears he’s never seen my dad run faster than he did trying to grab Turkey legs before the fireworks

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