#ft. cem

[tanvimvshra]

snog, marry, pie: cem, raj, civan.

“I feel like I’m going to get some heat for this after my last answer but… snog Cem, marry Civan, and pie Rajendra. Though if I were being really honest here, I’d snog and marry Civan and pie both Raj and Cem, but for once I was trying to play by the rules.”

@cemcerkez @rajendraxsingh @civanguneri

[sahrademir]

If you could have a ONS with anyone, no consequences, just for pure fun, who are your top three? 😉

“Aaron Tveit, Samantha Barks, and Chris Jackson. Broadway greats who are all honestly too talented to actual exist… but since I know you probably meant realistic, non-Broadway stars- even though I absolutely made out with Aaron in a bar once- if there were absolutely no consequences… I guess I’d have to say Sebastian, Cem, and Holly. For pure fun, of course.”

@sebolivar @cemcerkez @hollyparkcr

[kolkingston]

With all the noise of the festivities not quite as sharp where they'd settled into a bench off in the shade is a relief for Kol. The sounds of laughter and people having a good time weren't what bothered him or what made him want to drink until he passed out. It was the children. Their shrieks of joy, the big smiles on their faces as they zipped and weaved around adults, and something as small as the sheer sight of him were what did him in.

They were reminders of what he was missing, of what had been taken from him, and forced a father to worry about the wellbeing of his child and unable to resolve it. He missed Gabby every second of every day of every year that she'd been stolen from him. There was a guilty feeling in carrying on while she was out there going through things he didn't know and had yet to be able to save her from.

"Did it work?" After an exhale of smoke, he turned his head back to glance at Cem. The flicker of amusement was in his eyes but failed to change his expression. "Did you take you out and have a nice time?" For a moment his eyes shifted upward, and took in the haircut once more. "Midlife crisis is usually running for a Porsche, not a discounted chop," a single chuckle pops up. "Jesus... are you midlife already? You look great for your age, man." Sad-eyed lumberjack. That comment stilled him for a fraction of a second because he was considering it. "So, I don't trim the beard one day and suddenly I'm in plaid and carrying an axe around," he mused. "It's ok to say brooding, by the way."

The relationship with Juls was tough. For him, not her. She was currently the same age Gabby was when she was taken. Sometimes he got lost in the little girl's company, parts of his heart imagining that this is what it could've been like, while the rest of him just longed for it to be real. "I'm absolutely proud. I just had no idea I'd rubbed off on her that much." Sometimes it was humbling to realize the effect one possibly had on another. "You could be the mom," Kol says without missing a beat, though there's a quick sideways glance while his fingers flick some ash, "you've definitely got the vibe and the soccer mom cut. Since I'm guess you don't have the Porsche you're likely rolling in the mini van as well."

A shake of his head conveyed that Cem had it all wrong, but before he could verbalize that, Kol took another drag off his cigarette. "There's no such thing as dignity when you have kids." Without realizing it, he revealed something he kept very close to the chest. Mentioning having kids and being without one brought on a lot of questions that Kol never wanted to engage in. Perhaps the slip said much to the comfort he clearly felt in company.

Under the scrutiny of Cem's constantly surveying gaze, Kol didn't falter or flinch. He was steady as ever and completely unshaken. When Cem did begin sharing in his usual cryptic manner of speaking, he listened. Not for anything more or less than genuinely being interested. Knowing the man beside him was an investigator and knowing the level of jobs he took had been something he was measuring. Because he really couldn't give a fuck what some politico or possible mobster was up to, his research was for his own purposes.

"Are those the types of cases you take on, or are you more broad in that as long as the customer is willing to pay." As Cem seemed to know, the Kingston pockets were deep. In fact, the wealth stretched back to old New England money. "If you're willing to track something as far as overseas then going as far as, say... California, wouldn't be something to balk at." Then, and mostly to cover his tracks, Kol made a joke to be sure everything was taken in an unserious manner. "You actually work for the CIA or some shit? I've had a lot of defense contracts and you definitely seem the type. Who woulda thought, a Spook in Briar Ridge."

Kol pulled a face, his head lolled back and forth from side to side. "A Pollack... some of those catch steep prices. Who are you to deny a young, budding artist?" Then he shrugged with the confidence of a man that had made it through the gauntlet unscathed. "It helps to know people in high places. That's all I can say."

The comment of the guy that tries to go unnoticed Kol lets pass him by, mostly because he caught that shine of understanding in Cem's gaze. He seemed to understand without given the information or the reason that sometimes people walled themselves away for a good damn reason.

"There's not much dignity there either," he mused. When there was nothing to lose then things didn't have the same effect anymore. A person couldn't embarrass, shame, or kill Kol's reputation because nothing mattered after losing Gabby. And there wasn't a thing he wouldn't do to get her back. "So, best of luck in reaching for that," he mimed clinking his cigarette against Cem's beer. "You're right in that. The polished people aren't honest. You can't trust someone that worries more about an image than being real." The man beside him kept proving he had the instincts Kol needed.

"Ok, well," he spoke between an inhale and exhale, "you can start by taking that jacket off." Then Kol gestured to the pocket he saw the outline of Cem's phone in, "and you'll have to be fast with that. Hurling comes without warning."

Cem watches the cigarette flare to life with a half-lidded gaze, the glow momentarily casting Kol’s face in sharper relief. There’s a pause—not judgmental, not quite approving either—just observational, the kind of stillness that marks someone filing away another small piece of a puzzle they’re in no rush to solve.

He exhales through his nose, amused by the turn the conversation’s taken, and leans back on the rickety bench they’ve found beneath the shade, one arm draped lazily over the backrest like he owns it. “First of all,” he begins, tone just on the edge of a sigh, “I’ll have you know the haircut was an attempt to impress someone. Someone very particular.” A pause. A glance. Then, with little to no shame: “Me. Obviously.”

His expression remains unreadable for a moment before a smirk creeps in, lazy and unrepentant. “I was overdue for a midlife crisis moment, and my barber was running a discount.” He gives Kol a slow, knowing once-over. “And if it was for you, I’d at least have the decency to grow it out and lean into the sad-eyed lumberjack aesthetic you clearly appreciate.” His fingers twitch in the air as if pantomiming a beard and flannel ensemble. “But hey, I’ll keep the bunny ears. Everyone’s got a type.”

He lets the teasing settle a second, then cuts it gently with a quieter comment. “Sounds like Juls has good instincts. Knowing when to be sarcastic and when to get out of paint-bomb range? Elite skills. You should be proud.” Then, while feigning sudden realization, he lifts a brow. “Wait—does this mean I’m the mom in this scenario? Because I’m definitely the one not in the mood most of the time.”

The chuckle that follows Kol’s snarky “spontaneous dance circle” line is more full-bodied than usual. “I gave it a solid five seconds of consideration,” Cem admits. “Then a child tried to shove a glitter wand down my shirt and I remembered I like my dignity right where it is.” He shifts in his seat, more comfortable now that the chaos of the festival is at a slight distance, the sounds still audible but blurred around the edges. When Kol presses him again about the target, Cem studies him—eyes narrowing, not mistrustful, just weighing. Kol’s curiosity doesn’t come from idle nosiness, and Cem recognizes that. He always has a sense for when someone’s actually listening.

“Not a spouse,” he answers eventually, voice low enough that it doesn’t carry. “More like… a friend of someone who doesn’t want to get their own hands dirty. Guy’s tied to a local contractor with overseas dealings—shell companies, bad paper trails, the usual.” A brief glance sideways. “Could be political. Could be worse. But right now it’s just whispers. I’m here to confirm if there’s enough smoke to make a fire worth lighting.”

He doesn’t elaborate further, because he doesn’t need to. If Kol’s read the air even halfway well, he’ll already know Cem isn’t hunting small fish. And that Cem trusts him enough to say this much is saying a lot. Then, deadpan: “I didn’t wash the paint off, by the way. I just didn’t let the six-year-old turn me into a Jackson Pollock tribute. Unlike you, who apparently had royal security privileges and a human paint shield.”

The Kingston name mention earns a shrug and a glance that’s equal parts dry and sharp. “Didn’t have to look it up. Small towns talk. Manor like that doesn’t go unnoticed, even if the guy inside it tries to.” Cem doesn’t press into it, but something in his gaze flickers with that quiet understanding again.

He tips his beer toward Kol’s cigarette. “I’m not after your wallet. Just your dignity. Maybe a dive off the pier, maybe a photo of you in full spontaneous dance mode. Something tasteful. For leverage.” Then, softer, “And for the record—I don’t care much about embarrassment either. Makes people real. It’s the polished ones I don’t trust.”

He leans forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “So what do you say? You teach me how to look like I belong here, and I promise not to record your graceful swan dive. Unless it’s really cinematic.” The smirk returns, slow and sure. “And if it is… well. Art should be shared.”

[jiya-santa]

👐 who are 3 people in town you'd have a ONS with?

"I don't really know anyone.. I suppose the cowboy guy that owns that cowboy bar, the guy with blue eyes I saw at the hospital and, well, Cem, I guess. He's pretty.. hot, I suppose."

ft. @wesparkcr, @civanguneri, @cemcerkez

[alarakcplan]

If you could have a ONS with anyone, no consequences, just for pure fun, who are your top three? 😉

Enzo, because, well... JUST BECAUSE OKAY. Mateo, because we're both up at all hours of the night together anyways, might as well make it enjoyable, right? And Elena, because if there's no consequences, it couldn't mess up our dynamic any more than it already is and there's just truly something about biker babes that does it for me. Honorable mention goes to Cem for research purposes, y'know? @enzoadeluca @mateosal @elenaduarte @cemcerkez

[rajendraxsingh]

If you accidentally killed someone, who are your top three people you'd trust to have your back?

"I don't think I've ever had to think about this before, but, if this crazy scenario somehow happened. Tanvi, Livia and Cem if I was really lucky."

@tanvimvshra @liviachar @cemcerkez

[pinarxcerkez]

If you accidentally killed someone, who are your top three people you'd trust to have your back?

"There's only one person I would need in my corner and to have my back and that's my brother. The other two? Unnecessary."

@cemcerkez

[niaxbailey]

Almost begrudgingly, a huffed raspy chuckle escaped the woman. "I won't lie..." there was a faint twitch at the corner of her lips, "I'd've felt a bit better if there'd been an innocent bystander." Nia snorted gracelessly, "Maybe that's actually where this bad karma is coming from." Would taking someone down the spiral with her be petty? Yes, it would, but surely a Bounty roll to the arm would've been harmless. Why was it always more difficult to accept when people were kind, instead of judgmental, out of the blue? Judgmental she knew what to do with, but Cem's subtle attempts to reassure her left Nia nearly blinking back tears. "That's nice of you to say, but probably not true. This isn't too bad," the sweep of her hand indicated the victimized paper product display. "—but to say I'm doing fine in a more general sense seems like a leap of faith you shouldn't take." She offered a small tight smile. Nia took a slow steadying breath and carefully arranged a few rolls back into what hopefully passed for a proper storefront arrangement. "I don't know, you only gave me an 8.5. When in an argument with my brain, it takes some more enthusiasm then that. Ya know, a little, 'girl if there was an award for hottest run-in with unfortunate product placement you'd knock it out of the park'. Or 'Bounty should pay you for an Ad run of this store's footage'. Your hyping up skills might need work." Hands on her hips Nia surveyed the display, "Well, I think it's pulling off that whole 'no makeup, makeup' look. Ya know when someone wants to try and look cool and breezy casual but they actually put a lot of effort in. Mussed."

Cem lets out a low, amused breath—not quite a laugh, more like the ghost of one, as if he was trying to keep from startling a wounded animal. He crouches down beside her, catching a roll that threatened to make another break for it.

“Well, sure, but I’ve never been accused of being particularly wise,” he says lightly, straightening up just enough to stack it alongside the others. “Besides, if I’d backtracked, I wouldn’t have gotten to witness the live reenactment of a Greek tragedy sponsored by Bounty.”

He shot her a sideways glance — checking, not pushing — before adding, “You played it with flair, by the way. I give it a solid 8.5. Would’ve been a 9 if one of them had hit an unsuspecting shopper.”

He holds up a roll dramatically, inspecting it like he might find the secret to life’s absurdity printed on the label. “Honestly though, this? This is low on the apocalypse scale. No bodily fluids, no broken glass, no screams. We’re solidly in ‘Tuesday that thinks it’s a Friday’ territory.”

A small smile ghosts across his lips — wry, but not patronizing. “No candy bar necessary. But if you’re buying, I wouldn’t say no to one of those weird granola things that try to pass as healthy but are mostly just cleverly disguised cookies.”

He pauses, more gently now, tone shifting like he is stepping into quieter waters. “And for the record, you’re doing fine. No one gets through life without a rogue-paper-product moment or two. You're just lucky enough to have an audience.”

He nudges one more roll into the rapidly diminishing pile. “At least now you’ve got someone to corroborate your story with when your brain tries to convince you later that it wasn’t that bad.”

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

Another day calls for another edition of US motorsport number twos posts. Featuring some absolute classic tunes 👌. Enjoy 😊😊

Sebastien Loeb (26th February 1974) - Terry Jacks - Seasons In The Sun

Tony Kanaan (31st December 1974) - Elton John - Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds

Juan Pablo Montoya (20th September 1975) - Glen Campbell - Rhinestone Cowboy

Mark Webber (27th August 1976) - Bee Gees - You Should Be Dancing

Kimi Raikkonen (17th October 1979) - Herb Alpert - Rise

Jenson Button (19th January 1980) - Captain & Tennille - Do That To Me One More Time

Felipe Massa (25th April 1981) - Sheena Easton - Morning Train (Nine To Five)

Heikki Kovalainen (19th October 1981) - Diana Ross & Lionel Richie - Endless Love

Andre Lotterer (19th November 1981) - The Rolling Stones - Start Me Up

Pippa Mann (11th August 1983) - Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This)

Simon Pagenaud (18th May 1984) - Phil Collins - Against All Odds (Take A Look At Me Now)

Robert Kubica (7th December 1984) - Daryl Hall & John Oates - Out Of Touch

Nico Rosberg (27th June 1985) - Phil Collins - Sussudio

Jerome D'Ambrosio (27th December 1985) - Mr Mister - Broken Wings

Rahel Frey (23rd February 1986) - Mr Mister - Kyrie

Kamui Kobayashi (13th September 1986) - Lionel Richie - Dancing On The Ceiling

Rene Rast (26th October 1986) - Tina Turner - Typical Male

James Hinchcliffe (5th December 1986) - The Human League - Human

Oliver Turvey (1st April 1987) - Starship - Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Sebastian Vettel (3rd July 1987) - Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam - Head To Toe

Alexander Sims (15th March 1988) - George Michael - Father Figure

Molly Taylor (6th May 1988) - Terrence Trent D'Arby - Wishing Well

Simona De Silvestro (1st September 1988) - Elton John - I Don't Wanna Go On With You Like That

Sarah Bovy (15th May 1989) - Madonna - Like A Prayer

James Calado (13th June 1989) - New Kids On The Block - I'll Be Loving You (Forever)

Brendon Hartley (10th November 1989) - New Kids On The Block - Cover Girl

Earl Bamber (9th July 1990) - Roxette - It Must Have Been Love

Cristina Gutierrez (24th July 1991) - Paula Abdul - Rush Rush

Abbie Eaton (2nd January 1992) - Boyz II Men - It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday

Timmy Hansen (21st May 1992) - En Vogue - My Lovin' (You're Never Gonna Get It)

Daniel Abt (3rd December 1992) - The Heights - How Do You Talk To An Angel

Alice Powell (26th January 1993) - Shai - If I Ever Fall In Love

Tatiana Calderon (10th March 1993) - Whitney Houston - I Will Always Love You

Christine GZ (22nd July 1993) & Alex Lynn (17th September 1993) - UB40 - Can't Help Falling In Love

Bubba Wallace (8th October 1993) - SWV - Right Here (Human Nature)

Michelle Gatting (31st December 1993) - Janet Jackson - Again

Naomi Schiff (18th May 1994) - Prince - The Most Beautiful Girl In The World

Jessica Hawkins (16th February 1995) - Boyz II Men - On Bended Knee

Luca Ghiotto (24th February 1995) - Madonna - Take A Bow

Beitske Visser (10th March 1995) - TLC - Creep

Nicholas Latifi (29th June 1995) - Nicki French - Total Eclipse Of The Heart

Jack Aitken (23rd September 1995) - Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone

Oliver Askew (12th December 1996) - BlackStreet ft Dr Dre - No Diggity

Louis Deletraz (22nd April 1997) - Jewel - Foolish Games

Catie Munnings (15th November 1997) - Usher - You Make Me Wanna...

Cem Bolukbasi (9th February 1998) - Usher - Nice & Slow

Jamie Chadwick (20th May 1998) - Mariah Carey - My All

Kevin Hansen (28th May 1998) - Next - Too Close

Mick Schumacher (22nd March 1999) - Whitney Houston ft Faith Evans & Kelly Price - Heartbreak Hotel

Toni Breidinger (14th July 1999) & Max Fewtrell (29th July 1999) - Destiny's Child - Bills Bills Bills

Robert Shwartzman (16th September 1999) - TLC - Unpretty

Bent Viscaal (18th September 1999) - Enrique Iglesias - Bailamos

Felipe Drugovich (23rd May 2000) - Faith Hill - Breathe

Marta Garcia (9th August 2000) - Sisqo - Incomplete

Arthur Leclerc (14th October 2000) - Madonna - Music

Sophia Florsch (1st December 2000) - Creed - With Arms Wide Open

Clement Novalak (23rd December 2000) - Shaggy ft Rikrok - It Wasn't Me

Frederik Vesti (13th January 2002) - Usher - U Got It Bad

Luke Browning (31st January 2002) - Ja Rule ft Ashanti - Always On Time

Liam Lawson (11th February 2002) - Nickelback - How You Remind Me

Olli Caldwell (11th June 2002) - Fat Joe ft Ashanti - What's Luv?

Jack Doohan (20th January 2003) - Missy Elliott - Work It

All added to this playlist 😊

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[tanvimvshra]

Have you ever wanted something romantic to happen with Cem?

“God, no. I may have pursued him to work with me, and he may be an absolute joy to stare at, but then he opens his mouth and the spell is broken. Love him, though. More or less. But no. Besides, I hear he makes girls ugly cry in bed and that’s not really something I want to experience.”

@cemcerkez

[sahrademir]

If you accidentally killed someone, who are your top three people you'd trust to have your back?

“Oh, that’s so easy. I’ve actually thought about this before. Lia, obviously. To be fair, though, she was probably there when it happened. Then Lucas; he could like, put the body through a wood chipper or build a coffin or something. He’s got the tools, we’d figure something out. And finally, this is probably a surprise since we don’t know each other all that well, but when you cry with a man’s dick in your hand it creates a kind of bond… so Cem. He just seems like he’d know what to do in that situation, you know?”

@lia-lozano @lucasxattean @cemcerkez

[alarakcplan]

END.

Cem studies her for a long moment, the usual smirk he wore giving way to something quieter, something far more careful and observant. Alara always had this way of tossing out the most vulnerable parts of herself as if they were nothing more than meager little comments, not to be taken too seriously—cloaked in sarcasm, wrapped in wit, and always just a little too flippant to take to heart. But he’d known her long enough now, to spot the cracks, to detect the soft spots she didn’t think anyone else noticed.

“I think,” he finally says, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you’re a hell of a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

He wasn’t trying to flatter her, and he wasn’t saying that for any sort of effect. It came out as the truth. Which he hadn’t realized was the truth until now. Like he was only just realizing how maybe this wasn’t about fooling a couple of old folks into backing off. Maybe this was about her finally daring herself to believe that she didn’t need anyone’s stamp of approval. Not even his.

As Cem leans forward, and rests his elbows on his knees, he lets out a long breath, shaking his head with something akin to disbelief. “I’ve done a lot of dumb shit in my life, Alara. Real dumb. But this?” He gestures between them. “Doesn't even make the top five. So yeah… Let’s do it. Let's sell the hell out of it. We’ll make everyone believe it, and hell, maybe we’ll even convince ourselves for a little while.”

He pauses then, only to add with a sly grin, “Just don’t go falling in love with me. That could really complicate things and love only tends to get messy.” The teasing was light, but his eyes held hers in a way that said maybe he wasn’t entirely joking about it. Not because, he was full of himself or he thought she was that easy. But because, stranger things have happened.

Then, as if needing to defuse whatever weight had built between them, he leans back again and adds, “And for the record? I fully plan on cashing in on those feel-up opportunities. Equal partnership, right?” He offers her a wink, that charming bastard persona slipping effortlessly back into place—but underneath it, there is a warmth she's probably not used to. A rare kind of gentleness he doesn't show many people.

“Alright then, sevgili. Let’s go convince the world you’re stupidly in love with me.” He extends a hand out for her to take, like they're sealing a pact of some sort, his palm open and waiting. “We ride or die?”

[jiya-santa]

Location: Gulal Throw Party Starter for: @cemcerkez

It was the last thing she had expected of a small town in the middle of nowhere, but as Jiya looked out at the colours thrown through the air and the happy faces of the people celebrating, Jiya felt the first genuine grin in weeks spread across her face. She may be far from home and even further from the family she would usually try and spend the Holi festival with, but this was something.

She had gone back to the hotel to change into some gym clothes, not wanting to get her favourite shorts permanently discoloured and as she joined the throws of people, her white clothes were instantly spattered with bright coloured powder. Grabbing handfuls of colour, Jiya threw them into the air and towards people, laughing whenever she got hit with a colour herself. Maybe there was a hint of home here after all.

Grabbing a handful of pink powder, Jiya threw it haphazardly, biting back a laugh as it hit someone square on the side of the head. "I'd say sorry, but it's kind of a hazard at these things."

[alarakcplan]

three people you want to smooch?

I mean, obviously Cem, since we're dating and all and even if we weren't, Mateo, and Enzo. @cemcerkez @mateosal @enzoadeluca

[sanchopanzasblog]

Şanışer ft. Cem Adrian - Düştüm (Official Video)

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