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noahshredder​:

“ and then i was goin’ like sixty down this dirt road and i flipped the car but look ! ” tossing her hands up as she did a little dance, “ not even a scratch on me. i’m tellin’ you i am invincible but what’d you do this weekend ? i assume you weren’t winning any street races but that’s okay, not everyone can be as cool as me. ” @emiraaksoy​

with each word that came out of noah, she could not keep the shock from washing across her face. she could hardly lecture the girl on safety, when she had never been closer to being the paragon of innocence before college. it would make her a hypocrite, and she didn’t mind one bit. “um, just a quick question, but what the actual fuck, noah? your car flipped?” glancing over to the front of the book shop, making sure no one else was around eavesdropping. “alright, it sounds like you had a freaking blast, i’m actually kind of jealous, but at least tell me you went for a check up just to be safe?” she couldn’t help but shake her head fondly. “it was definitely not an invincible type of a weekend, had a movie night, some shopping, took zeyno out to paint at the park. god, i sound so old.”

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status: closed for @dilaztkn​ location: betty’s cafe tea room

“is it weird to admit i can’t drink anything with matcha because it just reminds me of shrek?” emira carefully broke off a piece of the peanut butter cookie, before popping it in her mouth. she pushed the plate full of cookies and cupcakes toward dila. “try the peanut butter cookie, it literally melts in your mouth, it’s so good.”

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jessie--matthews​:

“Well, it looks like we’re going to the hospital.” Jessie hissed, elbows perched ontop of the table at the Betty’s. On her nose, she held up an ice pack, grimacing every time she adjusted it. “Honestly, this is why I hate labs. They’re all cute and sweet and then they sneak attack you.” If asked, Jessie wouldn’t be able to put into words how she managed to get a swift kick to the nose during the lab’s exam but it happened and it wasn’t the first or the last time, that’s for sure. “How bad is it? Be brutally honest.” She removed the ice pack and showed her face, hoping it didn’t look as awful as it felt. Hazards of the job, she supposed. 

"oh my god... i can’t believe you got kicked by a dog. aren’t they supposed to be mans best friend?” emira couldn’t help but cringe as her friend removed the ice pack, she leaned closer to get a better look, before moving away. “well, good new is that you’re still an absolute smoke show, and the bad news probably isn’t that bad? it looks bruised, but i don’t think it’s broken. if you can breathe out of it, maybe go to the hospital tomorrow, just sort of monitor it tonight. but maybe we should go just to be careful. i can watch olivia if you want, the girls can have a movie night while you recover.” 

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savedaughter​:

       ‿୨♡୧‿ open to: everyone location: mel’s drive in diner

“i really appreciate you meeting me here,” a voice, deep put smooth emerges from her inner indifference. quiet was nice, safe, and mostly unquestionable. speaking was danger’s favorite weapon. it leaves you open for suggestion like a curious wound, “i just couldn’t.. like, do this over a phone call. i had a dream about this look on your face.” she says to begin, expression quite one of passion.

“..i think i said something about.. like wanting a pet ferret and you like, arched a brow and. the way your eyebrow creased created this insane shadow. and the sun was coming through the windows and you were turned into shades of red and  —  anyway. you were mad at me over something. and i haven’t been able to shake it since.”

emira glanced over her shoulder, making sure that zeynep was in their usual booth, digging through the plate of fries, before turning back to annabelle. “me? was i at least wearing something cute? if it was a bad outfit, don’t tell me, it’ll bother me all day.” 

she pursed her lips, not wanting the laughter bubbling up to escape. she didn’t want the other girl to think that she was laughing at her, but rather the situation. “you know, i have not considered myself the object of someones nightmares since high school, i am flattered. but no, i’m not angry with you, and i’m definitely not going to be getting a ferret. and let’s not mention that too loudly, that little beast digging into fries has been begging for a puppy, or a kitten for ages, don’t want her to think a ferret is an option. are you doing alright though?” 

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Eda Yıldız - Episode 47 3 /10

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#me in every situation

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994–2004) S09E23/24 | The One in Barbados

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EMIRA AKSOY the TWENTY-EIGHT year old is often seen driving her BLACK AMG 2 63 4MATIC blasting LOVEFOOL BY THE CARDIGANS. Whispers on the streets are that the OWNER OF THE OPEN BOOK who lives in HINDLEY is said to be VIVACIOUS and TEMPERAMENTAL but I guess we’ll find out for ourselves. tw: death mention

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                         a cage is a cage, no matter how gilded

the summer she’s born, her parents can just swear that it’s the hottest it’s ever been in nashville, it doesn’t help that nehir yilmaz is already uncomfortably pregnant again, constantly sweaty, and habitually neglected by her husband. she’s the one suffering in the town he decided to put roots in. she’s a bird who had her wings clipped, with one daughter who seems to be perfection to everyone around her, another on the way, and a mother-in-law who is quite content playing matriarch, tending to the menial tasks that she no longer cared for. 

it’s almost too much, to feel herself unraveling in the stifling heat, even the roomy walls of their home feel like they are closing in, as her temper begins to grow. everyone around her seems to be so happy, she hates it. her friends warn her. ‘your mood affects the baby’. but she simply scoffs at the townie superstitions, until it feels like the anger coiled inside her is powering the violent thunderstorm outside as the doctor urges her to push. for once, she believes her friends townie superstitions might have had some merit. the tightly wrapped pink bundle they place in her arms won’t stop crying. why wouldn’t she stop crying? 

                                  you’re thunder and lightning, güzelim

emira! her mother always seemed to shout her name, annoyance constantly lacing her voice. as a baby, she had been temperamental, but only in her mothers arms, it’s as if the infant could sense the lack of affection. she finds love in her grandmother and sister though, her babaanne and abla. it’s their love and adoration of her stormy nature that begin to drive an even bigger wedge between the mother and daughter. 

emira was never one for the pageantry of playing the perfect daughter; she preferred her scraped knees from climbing too high, and the dirt that seemed to be a permanent fixation in her clothes. she was wild, free, and everything her mother had wanted for her own life, and she hated it.

she’s ten when the arguments get bad, no longer contained to screaming matches in their bedroom, her parents now seem to forget that words echo off the walls and reach the doorstep of their children. emira can’t help but blame her mother for all the fights, afterall, it’s the voice she hears the loudest. 

it doesn’t help that her mother doesn’t bother to quiet down once she notices emira sitting at the top of the steps, it’s almost as if she relishes in everyone hearing about her misery, in emira hearing how the greatest problem in her life was picking the wrong husband and having his willful daughter. 

his daughter, never theirs, or hers, emira has only ever heard her mother refer to her as her fathers daughter. she doesn’t move from the top of the steps until their voices quiet, any tears that might have escaped have already been wiped away roughly. she’s just a week away from her eleventh birthday, the summer rain beating down around their house, the sound of urgent pounding at the door seems to shake the entire house. emira’s perched at the top of the steps as her grandfather opens the door, and the red and blue lights of the police cars flood the foyer. the next few days pass in a flurry of family and friends paying their respects, while emira and her sisters watch on. for the first time in years, the air in the house isn’t thick with tension, but she’s quietly suffocating on the grief making its home in her.  

                                             can’t be tamed

no matter what emira does, ahmet aksoy can’t seem to find it in himself to reprimand her. the young girl's mothers words seemed to echo so loud in the early days of her passing, he had held the little girl so unloved by her own mother so tightly, determined to fill the role of the missing parents too. emira was a hellion. if there was trouble, she would find it. despite the fact that teachers rarely had something kind to say about the brazenly outspoken student, she always seemed to toe the line with her ability to complete the assignments and bring in stellar grades, but it was that devil may care attitude when it came to talking back, that always seemed to be a point of contention.

                                       there is no place like home

needing to break free from the town she’d lived her entire life in, emira went as far she could for university, wanting to learn how to be on her own outside of hidehill. the four years of undergrad spent in new york city are one of her most cherished memories, but the homesickness never quite went away. she loved the bright lights of the city, but she missed home cooked meals, spending nights in with her grandparents, and the fanfare that usually came with small town events. and suddenly what she wanted to do after university wasn’t as hard of a decision as she thought. it’s been years since, and emira has not once regretted her decision. she’s the owner of the little bookshop she used to find refuge in as a child, her own daughter now spends days in the nooks and crannies she once curled up in.

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