#bir garip ask

[arshifiesta]

13th Anniversary of IPKKND Celebration

Hi phati-sari's, sanka devis, khoon bhari taang (and the occasional laad governer?)! So it's going to be IPKKND's 13th Anniversary on 6th June 2024 & we have decided to host Arshi Fiesta for the entire month ☺️

We will be putting out moodboard prompts for you to create any fan content you like, be it a one-shot, a fan fic, video edits, fan art etc.... it's up to you, really! 😇

We would be delighted for you to engage in this event and show love towards Arnav and Khushi's story in any way possible! ✨

Note: Although, there aren't any age restrictions for submissions, we request you to add community label (mature) wherever necessary!

So gear up for the upcoming week and put on your creative glasses! 🤩 Do not forget to share your content here, we'd love to reblog all submissions (given, of course, that it's been properly credited to us!) 🩷

Regards,

Hosts: @featheredclover @hand-picked-star @phuljari

P.S. We'll be announcing the theme on 6th June! Make sure to follow this blog and turn on the notifications or follow the tag #IPK 13th Anniversary Fiesta

See you soon!

[hissizlestimmmmm]

'sen beni benim sana inanmışlığımla sınadın.

[efervesan]

04:14:08 sensindir herhalde ya da öyle umut etmek istiyorum. Öyleyse vardır bir umut demek ki hâlâ. 20 yaşından başlayıp bir kadını tanıdım bu gece, günlerce sürecek bu süreç, içim ısındı, gözlerim doldu. Sonra bu fotoğrafa rastladım. ‘Böyle fotoğrafımı çekecek insan seni bekliyorum, haberin ola’ çekmiştim ama sen çoktan gitmiştin. Bazen hani bir şey dilersin ve olur ama sen keşke başka bir şey dileseymişim dersin ya hani, öyle midir seninkisi bilmiyorum. Belki ya da değil. Bu dünyada hiçbir şeye sana dokunduğum gibi dokunamayacağımı bilmek çok garip. Yarım bir hayat! Üzgünüm.

[acid-gramma]

asko sana nasil bu kadar kisi hala soru soruyo yillar once ask fm vardi orda aktiftin ama hala insanlar sana sorular sormak istiyolar ve cevapliyosun da baska hicbir platformda bu kadar aktif olmamana ragmen(bildigim kadariyla) insanlar seni hala taniyor merak ediyor dahasi sana danismak istiyor bana cok garip geliyor bu arada ben de seni uzun yillar takip etmistim ask fmden buraya gectigin ilk zamanlarda da baslarda ediyodum simdi yillar sonra baktim ve hala aktifsin cok saskinimm

bu arada seni cok seviyorum seni uzun yillardir tanidigim icin ister istemez bi samimiyette hissettim ve karakterlerimiz cok benziyor yasam tarzin dusuncelerin genel tarzin begenilerin vs olsun bir gun gercekten cok tanismak isterdim 😔

ya ben de anlam verwmiyorum fazla bnce siz gercek olmayabilirsiniz

[nesepalamudu]

mohammed el kurd bi şiirinde şöyle diyor: "if you ask me where i'm from, it's not a one-word answer". o bunu filistinli olarak söylüyor. uyghurlar için de geçerli bir şey. uyghur arkadaşım şu an norveç'te yl yapıyor, doğu türkistan'daki ailesinin başına bir şey gelmesin diye tezinde uyghurlar yerine kürtleri çalışmaya karar verdi. çünkü aslında aynı cümle kürtler için de geçerli. bir uyghur olarak dünyanın hiçbir yerinde uyghurları çalışmak güvenli değil. muhtemelen türkiye'de de kürtleri çalışamazdı. bazen cinsiyet çalışmak bile insanı tehlikeye sokuyor. akademi ve aktivizm hep böyle illegal book club hissi veriyor. her ülkede çalışılması sıkıntı getirecek bazı konular var. çok medeni bilinenlerde bile. aynı eyleme hep birileri extremist terörist falan derken birileri freedom fighters diyecek. özgürlük tanımı garip bi şekilde hep çok muğlak. oturup konuştuğun zaman ve penceresinden bakmaya çalıştığın zaman onun penceresinin gördüğünü az buçuk anlamak mümkün oluyor. bir tweet altında ise nefret kusmak çok kolay oluyor. aidiyet üzerine yazıp çizmek istiyorum bir ara. uzun uzun. yaratıcı yazarlık dersimiz olsa çok iyi olurdu diyor gülden hoca. narrative ve perspective. kimlikler ve gruplar. daha önce de demiştim yine diyeceğim, yer yurt öyle haritalarla gösterilen bir şey değil ki her zaman

[ruhsalseyler]

Kuantum Dolanıklığı ve Aşk

https://www.ruhsalseyler.com/parapsikoloji/ask-kuantum-fizigi-ve-dolaniklik.html

[iremiremiremsworld]

hayat cok garip gercekten de ne zaman ne olacagini kestiremiyor insan açıkçasi ben mucizelere inanırdım hala da inanıyorum her insanın kendi mucizesi vardır caninin fazlasıyla yandıgi dönemde karsisina cikan ona iyi gelen bir ilac sizi bilmem ama ben mucizemle tanistim hayatıma nasi girdigini anlayamadan kendimi onun kalbinin icinde buldum bazen onun yüzündwn de kötü hissettigim zamanlar oluyo elbette ama ask terazimde tarttigimda onunlayken mutlu olduğum zamanlar agir basiyor.gelelim asıl soruya ben bu mucizeye asik miyim? bunu gerçekten henüz cevaplayamam ben bu cocuktan hoslaniyorum evet hatta seviyorum bundan da eminim ama ask konusu cok tehlikeli asik olmaktan korkugum dogrudur güvenmekten de ayni sekil sanki güvenirsem bana ihanet edecekmia gibi ama yapmaz bunu cunku bende onun mucizesiyim sanki ruhlarimiz birbirni bulmus gibi sanki uzun zamandır birbirimizi bekliyomus gibi sanki kendimi ona saklamisim o da bulmus gibi bi sey sonuca bakarsak gercekten mutluyum ve suan mutluysam o cocuk sayesinde bana eski yaralarımı kapatan o cocuk sayesinde

[artblenders]

Herkese tek tek veda etmis gibiyim simdi ama bu seferki uzun bir yolculuk olacakmiscasina. bana ait en buyuk yaralari bir baskasiyla gulumseyerek paylasabılmek ne acayip. nefret edıyorum bu sahtelıgımden nefret edıyorum insanlari guldurup kendi icimi rahatlatmaktan nefret edıyorum kendımle basbasa kaldıgımda kafamin icinde baslayan ve susmayan seslerden, hepsine bolca nefret. dusuncelerim sonunu bıldıgım duraklarda gezinirken pek bır karısıklar sanirim artik uzgun hıssedemeyecek kadar acımıyorlar kendilerine bunu bıle haketmedıklerını dusunuyorlar bırer bırer. baskalari mutsuz olabilirmis de ben olamazmısım gıbı bır duygu bogazımda dugumler ve sıkıcı cumlelerım. bazen bu dunyada kucucuk bır bok anlam ıfade etmememe ragmen sankı olmasam cok daha guzel olacakmis gibi hisler de ugramiyor degil. ne garip insanin varolus sancilari. ask desen iyilestiremiyor dostluk desen sahte cikiyor ama iyilesmek icin kendi disinda her seye inanmayi seciyor kendini sevemeden baska seylerı sevmeye calisip hayatin karmasasina yetisemiyor ve elbette ki bocaliyor.

[onemsenmeyenbirisi]

Simdi size bana "Gercekten neden aci cektigini soyle ama acik acik" diyen arkadasima yazdigim kelimeler yiginini yaziyorum:

Ya bi baslarsam bitmez ama kisaca onu gordukce garip seyler hissediyorum, kimseye bakinca hissetmedigim gibi. Birisi bana onun adini soylediginde bile heyecanlaniyorum ya da onu gormeme bile gerek kalmadan, herhangi bir soruda ismi gecse bile kalbim bir anda CIDDI ANLAMDA yerinden cikacakmis gibi oluyor ve bunun saglikli oldugunu sanmiyorum. Tam "Onu sevmiyorum, tamam bitti" diyorum, onu bana hatirlatacak bir sey bile gelse aklima o fikirler ucuyor gidiyor. Birakmak istiyorum birakamiyorum. Tam hevesleniyorum o gelip soylese bile -ki zaten olacak bir sey degil ama neyse diyelim geldi soyledi- olmayacagini biliyorum ama hevesleniyorum. Birak diyorum insanlari siktir et, edemiyorum, insanlar her yerde ve kimseye guvenemiyorum, ona bile. Gercekten beni yoruyor artik ona bu kadar yakin olup, bir yandan da evrenin diger ucundan daha uzak olmasi...

...bak mesela su an onun hakkinda konusmam bile kalbimin gogus kafesime vurmasini sagliyor ve saniyeler icinde terliyorum ki bence bu saglikli degil, olmamali...

iste benim gibi askin neden aciyla bagi oldugunu dusunen bir insanin kendine olan ask itirafi...

[lucreziasredwyne]

∞

lucrezia gave a small laugh, not one of amusement, but something nearer to disbelief, a puff of sound that escaped before she could tuck it away. “you say that as though i am not allowed to be both, younes,” she murmured, her eyes sharp with fondness, lips curling faintly at the edge. “between me and you, i think i am both desperate and determined. it is always the combination that moves mountains.” her fingers, previously wound around the stem of her cup, finally loosened, and she set it down with a gentle clink. the sunlight had begun to dip lower, turning everything a honeyed gold that reminded her, as it often did, of the courtyard of her childhood home, when the olives were ripening and the air was thick with jasmine.

back then, none of them had known how quickly things could fade.

she looked at him again, really looked—his face weathered with things unspoken, eyes darker now than she remembered, not in shade but in weight. the beard suited him, she thought idly, it made him look less like the impulsive cousin she had met in her girlhood and more like the man he had become. though the boy lingered there still, in the twist of his mouth when he grinned, in the quiet defiance in his eyes when he admitted something soft. “you care,” she repeated, softer now, letting the words linger in the quiet between them. “senin umursadığını bilmek… garip bir teselli.” knowing that you care is a strange comfort. her eyes dropped for a moment, her thumb brushing against the carved lip of the table.

“because if you—of all people—see it too, then i know i am not clinging to something that no longer exists.”

she straightened in her seat then, not out of propriety but resolve. “and i am asking you, yes,” she said with a scoff, her smile dry. “because if there is someone who knows what is going on with everyone—truly—then it’s you. there is no need to pretend pretend you do not care here, younes corbray. you’ve always cared more than you’re willing to admit. it’s why you make yourself the villain before anyone else can.” her words were so utterly causal as she reached forward to pour her cup of tea again, a thick cascade of curled hair moving behind her back which always became slightly more frizzy with the humidity of the arbor heat.

she would not openly speak on what was not hers to speak on, but it was the nature of children who had to become providers too early. to diminish, downplay and undermine their place in the world because ultimately their place in the world was to keep everyone else's moving. there is little time to sit and comprehend on what they should feel emotional about; their emotions did not matter. why would it matter now?

her words meant nothing to her, mere words left to flutter in the wind; instead, she made a noise as she moved to ensure a tea cup did not spill upon him. her hand drifted to her lap as she let the tea soak, fingers knotting gently together. “and it isn’t childish. eğer ikimiz de aynı şeyi hissediyorsak, o zaman çocukça olamaz. if we both feel it, it can’t be childish. it’s… shared. and that’s the whole point, isn’t it? it has to be shared.” she looked at him again then, held his gaze with something like defiance. “we have to make a choice. we can let it keep drifting—or we can try. not to fix what we had, but to make something that lasts. like our beloved parents did before us.”

a breath, steadying. “i’m going to make more of an effort,” she said at last. “i am. to speak to them. to reach out, even if it’s awkward or unwelcome. if the gods will it, maybe something will come of it. maybe threads will start to knot again, one by one. and if not…” she tilted her head slightly, lips parting in a breath of resignation. “then at least i’ll know i didn’t just sit in silence. en azından denediğimi bileceğim. at least i will know i tried. that we tried, because even if you do nothing, you did something by encouraging me.” her voice softened further as she added, “and that… is enough for now.” her gaze slipped back to the window once more, though this time it was not with sorrow but with something steadier. something like hope.

her eyes brightened with a slight idea, as wafts of smoke from the tea fell before her face, slightly tinted rose with the heat in the chambers. "is your name day not soon? perhaps we ought to throw you a massive party, that will be enough of a reason to gather everyone under one roof. or perhaps we just arrange something anyway, a theatre performance and then food. i don't know, i am quite bad at this, clearly." she scoffed, her tone teasing at herself rather than truly self-deprecating.

younes exhaled, his eyes fixed on the cup in his hand. he was adept at playing the rogue, at acting as though little else mattered to him but his quest for gold and glory and his talent for unearthing trouble. it was not the case. there were things that mattered to him too deeply to truly allow to show. and this? lucrezia was right.

it mattered.

he could not help but feel responsible for it, as though the fact he had let laughter and sharp remarks shield him from the uncomfortable truth of the world he had been brought up in slipping through his fingers, and it's crumbling was the result of that alone. the logical side of his brain knew that was not the case - it was all of them, corbrays and rowans, redwynes and tarths. what had shaped them, ties that once felt unshakable had been stretched too thin, hanging on by a few worn threads. how had it come to this? why had it taken lucrezia's observations for him to see it?

it was because there was no great sundering, nothing to shake their foundations. it was a simple drift, and now when he turned to look, he found that he could not deny they all stood alone. it dug at him more than he cared to let on, and in that moment, even he could not bring himself to deflect from it.

"i don't know about mending," he said at last. "but rebuilding something new on the foundations of the old? perhaps." it was not past the point of salvation, he thought, but he did not know that things could be as they were. it seemed so long ago now, distant, even as it burned in his memory.

he took a sip of his tea, hoping it might steady him, but it did not. "way i see it, we all have our individual bonds, don't we? that hasn't changed." in a way, that made it more difficult to fully pinpoint what could be done. if it were simply distance, a gathering might be the remedy, a way to reforge lapsed friendships. but the friendships were still there - it was the community that was missing, and that was harder to rectify. he let out a short chuckle, more to break the lingering awkwardness of speaking this aloud than an attempt at humour. "it would be easier to pretend i didn't care, wouldn't it? it's the way of things. people change. things shift." he paused, lowering his cup, his gaze locked on lucrezia.

"but i do care. if that is childish, then so be it."

a smile ghosted across his lips, fleetingly. "and you... well, you think too much," he said, though it was not spoken as an insult or malice. "but that's what we've been missing, maybe. someone to think about it. to poke us all into thinking about it. and if you're asking me, of all people, you're either desperate or determined enough to put it right." there was self deprecation in his words. younes knew well his reputation, that he was not largely seen as the reliable sort, but lucrezia was here, speaking to him about it anyway. it made something echo in his chest, the ghost of the man he had once wanted to be before he had been dragged away from it.

[harepare]

abi ask cogunlukla cok sacma geluyo

[hissizlestimmmmm]

Sana durmadan mutluluk taşıyan, Mevzilerini yıktın kalbimin

[khushisjalebi-blog]

Kamera Arkası... ^-^ / Behind the scenes... ^-^

[mertqv]

bu ask cok garip bir sey bana kimse karisamaz dedikten sonra bacak boyun kadar kiza hesap veriyorsun

[campplay]

Erkek Arkadaşlarının Yaptıkları Can Sıkıcı Şeyler

[iremiremiremsworld]

dünya cok garip bi yer bir sürü farkli kıta ülke şehir ilçe var ama hepimiz aynı Gök yuzune bakıyoruz. hepimiz aynı yildizlara aynı aya bakıyoruz oysa birbirinden haberi olmayan milyonlar var bakmak derken hayatım boyunca hic bir zaman bakmakla görmenin aynı anlam taşıdığını düşünmedim büyük ihtimalle hayatımın geri kalanında da dusunmeyecem hepimiz birbirimize bakarız bu basit bi şeydir karsi tarafa dümdüz ya da ask dolu fark etmez bakabiliriz ama göremeyiz ben karsimda ki kisinin gözlerinden nasıl olduğunu anlayamiyorsam o kişiye dümdüz bakmışım demektir gorememisimdir küçük prens kitabında çok sevdiğim bi söz var yuregiyle bakmalı insan diyor bende bu söze ekleme yapıyorum yüreğiyle bakmalı insan derler hep eger bir gün bana yüreğiyle bakan bi insanı gozlerimle görürsem ona da haksızlık etmis olmaz miyim evet ona da hskzilsiz etmis olurum zaten insan denen herhangi bi varliktan hak veya adalet beklemek komik olurdu.