#Elle Turkey

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Ksenia Islamova by Firat Meric for Elle Turkey July 2017

[fabartists]

Hande Erçel x Elle Turquía x Dior ✨️🤍

[taffetastrology]

The signs as looks from Elle Turkey's "Edgy Portrait" editorial (Dec 2020)

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

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[highendhoney]

Winnie Harlow for ELLE Turkey July 2018 by Emre Guven

Photographer: Emre Guven. 

Styled By: Oguz Erel. 

Hair Stylist: Ferit Belli.

Makeup Artist: Elcin Mutlu.

Model: Winnie Harlow at Women Management.

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[staybeautiful]

I fly back to the UK tomorrow 😢

[carbon--14]

i have been stalking looking at your blog and not to be weird but i love you (in a mutuals way not a stalker way) also please tell me more abt your rocket scientist life i’m very intrigued if you’re interested in sharing.

hi nonnie why don't you come off anon and say hello properly ;))) jk. are we mutuals? or do i owe u a follow O___O

seriously though it's not even 1 pm and today has legitimately been one of the worst days of my life (family stuff, don't ask) so this was super needed and appreciated. thx for the little giggle lolz

anyway yeah aerospace/astronautical engineering is kind of a weird place to be :P it's kinda niche and the workload is insane, so people burn out quick and the ones who stick around actually enjoy it a little too much tbch. the vibes are a little weird because half of my classmates are like me and there because it's a long time special interest they're willing to commit several years to and the others are obsessed with military tech and really want to be a part of that development. and they're pleasant people to be around, like they're polite and stuff, but i have actually had a conversation with a classmate who told me (and i'm quoting here) "well, i'm not the one pulling the trigger, so i'm not responsible for anything." and his ideal career paths were working on stealth bombers or hypersonics :///// yikes. there's a reason we're not taught ethics especially since military contractors are the primary ones snapping us up for jobs right out of school. ironically though the actual rotc kids are the nicest of that bunch and tend to be super collaborative and friendly? but i'm not joking in one of my first year classes we took a poll of the group's favorite movies and i shit you not over 50% of the class said one of the two top gun movies and another 15% said interstellar X__X (mine is scott pilgrim btw cuz i have taste)

luckily the yippee creatures of the class are very aware of how fucked up the industry is and willing to talk about it so there's still hope. my personal strat is to make myself a very competitive candidate for a very niche subset of the industry without very many "defense" applications lol. :D especially since a lot of those "defense" jobs are in the middle of nowhere in like, texas and alabama and florida. so not exactly the greatest places for me to be. i'm super interested in ion thruster design and development and there's a couple of startups on the west coast that are working on that so i'm crossing my fingers. tbch i am so fed up with the actual industry that i'm genuinely considering going all-in on my online "content creator™" presence just to have some shot at avoiding it. i have been having an actual existential crisis for about 3 weeks wondering if i actually made the right choices in life

but yeah the actual workload will crush your will to live unless you actually enjoy it. my classes this semester consist of incompressible fluid dynamics, dynamics control systems, structural mechanics, numerical methods, and astronomical computer simulation development >_< i'm gonna dieeeee!! and probably need an insane glasses prescription by the end of the year with the amount of coding work i have to do. plus i'm trying to score a research position and finishing up a senior-level independent study lol AND this semester i'll be driving back and forth between school and home (which is three hours each way eugh) to go to concerts and shit with my dad, but hey free tix are free tix. so in case you were wondering why i barely draw anymore, this is my life now X__X alsoalso my faculty advisor for the independent study is nonbinary and giving me job advice! they're super cool i love them foreverrrr

as for my actual hands on experience i'll admit it's limited :PP mostly because it's super hard to score industry experience before the summer before junior year and i was in recovery the whole summer so i literally couldn't hold myself upright for more than a few minutes. but i've done a bunch of projects for classes + uni-funded ones too!! my biggest claim to fame (lol) is working on a three-stage rocket designed to fly to the karman line (which is the Super Official Divide Between The Atmosphere And Space™ lol). everything except our motor was built in-house and i worked on structural design and analysis, so my job consisted of

a) working on and approving cad models of each component before we sent them to the fabrication team,

b) stress-testing all parts the fab team sent us to ensure they were flight ready (there is a picture of me somewhere sitting on a chair precariously balanced on top of three sandbags on top of a giant tube filled with more sand and our nosecone, because sand under enough pressure puts a similar kind of stress on a nosecone as it experiences in flight),

c) fixing any uneven surfaces or manufacturing errors on our parts, and

d) doing so. much. documentation. i have to be totally honest, like 75% of aero/astro e is writing the most boring papers you will ever read in your life :[

and i also built a 3d cad model of the opportunity mars rover from scratch with only official promo pics and rover "selfies" and that thing crashed the lab computers twice and took a week's worth of 8 hour days in the lab + 3 all-nighters. fml but she was so worth it thooooo

sorrysorrysorry nonnie that was probably 10x more info than you were expecting but tl;dr i'm the world's biggest weirdo who actually loves physics and rocketry so i enjoy everything i'm doing in class but the actual job search is hell on earth and i dread the day i graduate :/ for now it's still mostly fun

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Serenay Sarikaya in Elle Turkey October 2022

[knittinganddrinkingtea]

Ksenia Islamova by Firat Meric for Elle Turkey July 2017

[fabartists]

Afra saracoglu x Elle Türkiye x Gucci ✨️🤍🩵

[unes23]

Elsa Hosk by Emre Guven for ELLE Turkey

[yourmomsawh0r3]

crossroads chapter 3

javier peña x single mom female reader

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Y/N stretched in bed, savoring the rare moment of peace and quiet. She glanced at the clock: 9 AM. Elle had slept in, which was a small miracle. Y/N got up, quickly threw on some comfortable clothes, and headed downstairs to start breakfast.

As she poured pancake batter onto the griddle, she heard the soft patter of little feet. Elle appeared in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and smiling.

“Good morning, sweetie! Did you sleep well?” Y/N asked, flipping a pancake.

“Yes, Mommy. Can I have chocolate chips in my pancake?” Elle asked, her eyes brightening.

“Of course, anything for you,” Y/N said, adding a handful of chocolate chips to the batter.

They ate breakfast together, the kitchen filled with the sound of Elle’s giggles and chatter. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. After breakfast, they decided to enjoy the sunny day by playing outside in their new backyard.

Y/N put on her bikini and put Elle’s floaties on along with sunscreen. Elle, was wearing her colorful swimsuit, she jumped into the pool with a squeal of delight. Y/N settled into a lounge chair, watching her daughter play. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and the sounds of Elle’s laughter filled the air.

Just as Y/N was about to close her eyes and relax, she heard the back door of the house next door open. Javier stepped out onto his porch, catching her eye. He gave her a friendly wave and walked up to the fence dividing their yards.

“How’s your day going?” Javier asked, leaning casually against the fence.

Elle looked up from her play, her eyes widening with excitement. “I’m great! My mommy made me a turkey sandwich, and I ate the whole thing! Oh, and I lost a tooth this morning!” She beamed, showing him the gap where her tooth had been.

Javier chuckled, charmed by her enthusiasm. “Well, isn’t that something? You’re going to put it under your pillow tonight, right? I happen to know the tooth fairy personally, and she said you have to listen to your mom and be a good girl all day for her to come and get your tooth.” He winked at Y/N.

Y/N felt her breath catch in her throat at the wink. She smiled and felt a warmth spread through her.

“Do you want to come over and swim with us?” Y/N asked impulsively, surprising herself.

Javier looked momentarily taken aback but then grinned. “I’d love to.”

Y/N bikini clinging to her body. Javier found himself gawking at her, appreciating her curves and the way the sunlight played on her skin.

“Mommy, look! I’m swimming in the deep end!” Elle called out, making Y/N turn back around in a rush of worry before remembering Elle had her floaties on. She sighed in relief and turned back to Javier.

“I’m going to let Javier in so he can come swim with us,” she told Elle.

Going inside and opening the front door Javier stood before her, shirtless, wearing only his swim trunks. Y/N found herself staring at him now, taking in his muscular build and the confident way he carried himself. She managed to stammer out, “Welcome to my house.”

Javier took in the cozy, welcoming space, filled with Y/N’s personal touches. As she turned to walk back to the pool, his eyes drifted down to her ass, appreciating the way her cheeky bikini bottom showcased her curves.

“Mr. Javi! Can we play mermaids?” Elle called out, snapping him out of his daze.

Javier laughed and agreed, “Sure, sweetheart.” He wasn’t entirely sure what playing mermaids entailed, but he was happy to go along with it.

They spent hours swimming, splashing, and playing in the pool. Y/N and Javier both enjoyed the time together, the initial awkwardness melting away as they laughed and played with Elle. When the sun began to set, Y/N announced it was time to go inside and make dinner.

“Are you guys hungry?” Y/N asked as they dried off.

Both Elle and Javier nodded eagerly. They decided to order takeout and relaxed on the couch while waiting for the food to arrive. Y/N apologized for the mess in the house, toys scattered everywhere and dishes piled in the sink.

“Mr. Javi, can we play dollies?” Elle asked, holding up a doll expectantly.

Javier sat on the floor with her, grabbing a toy horse and making horse sounds. Y/N smiled at the sight of him playing with her daughter, her heart swelling with affection. When the takeout arrived, they all sat down to eat, Elle trying to talk with her mouth full.

“Elle Olivia, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Y/N gently scolded.

“Yes, ma’am,” Elle replied obediently.

After dinner, Javier offered to help clean up, but Y/N insisted he relax. “You’re a guest. Please, stay while I give Elle a bath and put her to bed.”

Javier agreed, watching as Y/N headed upstairs with Elle. He could hear the sound of water running and Elle’s giggles from the bathroom. While they were upstairs, he took the opportunity to tidy up a bit, washing the dishes and picking up the toys.

When Y/N came back downstairs, she found Javier looking at a photo of her and Elle from the delivery room, a tender smile on his face.

Y/N cleared her throat, and Javier turned around. “Javi! You did not clean my house! You sneaky little shit!” She laughed, then added, “Thank you, though. You don’t know how much a small gesture means to me.”

“Wine?” she asked, and he nodded.

They sat on the couch, sipping wine and talking about their lives. Javier asked why she had moved to the town, and Y/N finished her glass, reaching for the bottle to pour another.

“I just recently got a divorce from my abusive ex-husband,” Y/N began, her voice trembling slightly. “It was great in the beginning. We were in love, got married, decided to start a family. But things turned for the worst. He started beating me for forgetting to do something so little. One day, he knocked me out so hard that I was unconscious. Elle was crying for me; she was only two years old. When I finally regained consciousness, I heard him tell Elle that if she didn’t stop crying, he was going to give her something to cry about. That’s when I knew I had to get us out of there. I took his ass to court, won full custody of my daughter, and put a restraining order on him.” She stifled back tears, chuckling softly. “But enough about me. Tell me about your life.”

Javier shared his story about being a DEA agent in Colombia, taking down drug lords, and eventually returning home for a change of pace. They talked for hours, sharing stories and laughing until they noticed the time: 2:30 AM.

Javier apologized for overstaying his welcome, but Y/N shook her head. “No, don’t even say that. You are more than welcome here at any time.”

They stood close by the front door, stepping into each other’s personal spaces. Javier looked down at her, tilting his head slowly, and then their lips met in a passionate kiss. Neither pulled back, and his hands began to wander, eliciting a soft moan from Y/N. Javier pulled back reluctantly.

“I’m sorry, but I want to do this right. Right by the both of you,” Javier said softly.

He kissed her once more, then left, heading home to take a cold shower. Y/N was left too stunned to speak, touching her lips, missing the feeling of his on hers.

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