#Takla

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Barber ✂️

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takla गंजा prank 😱 | prank on girlfriend ( gone wrong 😭 ) veer Samrat vlog

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[serbestcagrisiir]

Bir aslan heykeli gördüğümde orada burada

Önceleri aklıma gelirdi Ankara

Şimdiyse derim aa Bavyera

Böyle de çiğ süt emmişiz

Kaygan bir zeminde

Her şeye alışıyor dediğin yerdeyim

Peki size hangi dil lazımdı?

Entschuldigung, Pardon, sorry!

Esta��furullah usta,

Hallederiz bi' şekilde.

Denizde kum, bizde laf

Kırk takla, bini bir para

Little little into the middle

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Sığlıkta boğulduk,

Sarhoştuk onu da fark etmedik.

Cheers!

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kardesim kolunu kirmis.. KWNFPWNFŞSNDŞANDŞA ya komik degil biliyorum ama yapacagim zorbaliklari hayal edince..

[digitalfountains]

Iva by Michel Takla

- Slimi Magazine, May 2023

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[polishmodels]

Tosia Chojak - editorial for Vogue Arabia, January 2024

Photographer: Michel Takla

source: instagram.com

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No one warned me ki 14 hote hi you will become a magnet for creepy men 💀

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Slice of life loft pics 💕

They are all so peaceful.

[homesuz]

Güldük eğlendik yeter ben evime gitmek istiyorum

[teesmosambijoos]

cry aa raha hai

[askokussko]

sevgilisiyle post atan insan cesareti..

[reijnders]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Original Changeling Character(s) (Star Trek), Original Non-Human Character(s), Odo (Star Trek), the Hundred Additional Tags: this is mainly like, Bajoran Species (Star Trek), worldbuilding stuff my own i will link in notes i prommy, Bajoran Culture (Star Trek), a bit of it, and odo is like a brief mention for now Summary:

For decades, Bajoran man Takla Lesiv has been on a personal exile from his home, sent away by his parents at the (developmental) age of fifteen. On his aimless journey towards anywhere but home, he encounters and raises as his own a young Changeling, who he names Rodo. One of the Hundred. When the pair hear news of the Occupation's end, they make for Federation space, and are met with an environment vastly different from the Bajor Lesiv once knew.

Chapter 1: Dinner, and a Walk

Fish from the sea of Bajor couldn’t be replicated. That is to say, the fresh sakova1 that Lesiv’s parents would bury in the sand, covered in hot coals, and stuffed to the brim with vegetables could no longer be produced. The damned Occupation had taken that from him. Sakova were extinct now, according to the security officer stationed outside of his quarters. Cod and tilapia from Earth were a poor substitute; the briny aftertaste from humanity's saltier seas didn't pair well with bajoran herb blends, and the vegetables were over-soft from the juicier filet. It was a terrible dinner, made even worse by the fact that he still didn't know where they'd taken Rodo. After the time and a half spent docking at the station, Lesiv had reluctantly accepted a personal translator to patch into the main system, and through the double buzz of south-continent2  Bajoran and a jumble of Federation standard, he'd only caught brief moments of conversation. That his transforming friend had to be observed. Kept in isolation. The knowledge that someone like Rodo, another of his kind who had also been raised by bajorans, was watching over his young companion brought little solace. For so long just the pair of them, adrift in the vastness of space, supporting each other. It felt strange, now, being alone, even though he'd spent the first few years of his journey a solo traveler. His new quarters aboard Deep Space Nine gave him a partial view of the wormhole, a glimmering eye amidst the blackness beyond. Somewhere out there, near enough to reach by shuttle, was Bajor. Not Lesiv's Bajor; that had been long gone before he had even left her shores. A new Bajor, a growing Bajor. She was healing, and the old wounds were sealing over with Lesiv still on the outside. The new Bajor had no place for him, and certainly no place for Rodo. Not with the threat of another war hanging above.

The fish was still bland. Soft, tasteless. Cold. The warm seas to the south of the great continent had been made that much emptier by the Occupation, river deltas deprived of their saplings, the beaches now quiet and dull where once people had celebrated. Major Kira, another of his people on the station, had told him with heavy eyes that the southern islands were barely populated now. More graves stood than houses, more ashes were spread than flowering, fruiting trees.

And now, something new was coming.

The idea that something born of the same land as Rodo, the closest he would ever come to having a child of his own, could terrify an entity so eternal as the Federation was... foreign. To Lesiv, there was never any feeling of danger. Rodo had never hurt him. Rodo never would hurt him.

Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe interference from the divine(though Lesiv had little faith in the Prophets after all this time) that had seen to it that his changeling child and the local so-called expert had similar names. Rodo, a mere infant, named by a young bajoran who was barely out of adolescence himself after the first thing he could think to associate with someone so young. Rodo3. An egg. The first stage of life for a bajoran, small and vulnerable. A form that required constant supervision, constant love, constant care. What he so longed for, the same love that had driven his parents to send him far, far away from their home. He would bestow that onto Rodo. And then the other. Ōdo Ital. A borrowed name, Kardasi syllables turned Bajoran easily enough. Odǫſital4. Nothing. A stark contrast to what Lesiv felt towards Rodo. Ōdo didn't even have a meaning in any dialect of Bajoran that he knew of, though that too was becoming a poor metric to judge things by. The fish were gone, his family home was gone, and with them went the very words he spoke. Most survivors of the Occupation had been from the continent; the devastation on the islands had forced people in droves to migrate inland, or to the stars above. Modern Bajor still carried the scars of the Occupation every day, with loan words and slang that spoke of Cardassian deserts, rather than Bajoran swamps.

The fish were gone.

It was nearing a full twenty-six hours spent in gently reinforced house arrest when they let him see Rodo again. The small boy— his favorite form was one that mimicked Lesiv's mottled fur and tanned shell— sat in a quiet ball on the medical table, staring aimlessly at nothing in particular. As Lesiv entered the sickbay, Rodo visibly brightened, though he did not move from his place. The silence was unnerving, reminding them both of an earlier time, when Rodo had been newly released from his stasis pod, and Lesiv had no idea what to make of the shifting mass of morphogenic enzymes. Just a few days before they had reentered Federation-documented space, Rodo had been running around the shared bridge-turned-bedroom of their small ship, talking in earnest about the most recent book he had finished. Happy. Happy, and safe. The lights aboard the /tɛ.mo.lo/, Means hope or wish.Temōlo5 were bright, but warm, simulating the tropical sunlight of Bajor's southern hemisphere. The Cardassian station's lights were harsh, bright in a way that blinding, rays of sharp desert sunlight upon the reflective white of endless dunes of sand. He gathered the tiny form onto his back plating, he listened halfheartedly to the humans speaking above his head. They'd surmised that his boy posed no threat for now, that they would believe his story about Rodo's origins unless proven otherwise. Innocent until decided guilty. Rodo snuggled closer, clinging to his back like hatchlings he had only seen holovids of, moving with instincts that were not his own.

South Bajor was little more than a collection of rock faces, soot-stained sand, and empty tide pools. The Temōlo was damaged, possibly irreparable despite the station engineer's best efforts.

Overcooked cod sat heavily in Lesiv's stomach. 1. A type of fish that once thrived in the southern parts of the Bajoran seas, migrating between the southern islands and the southern coasts of Tōvate and Henjiksōli. Rendered extinct due to the Occupation.

2. Check out this post on my tumblr page for stuff on the planet and biology of Bajorans that I've created.

3. Pronounced /ɾʲo.ðo/, the first stage of a Bajoran's life, an egg that must remain in the hatching pool. Very uncreative on Lesiv's part, but he has literally like 19 he didn't know better lol.

4. The Kardasi (Kaadąsi ) word for nothing. Pronounced as /ɔ.də.ɰ̥i.t̠æl/ in Kardasi, and adopted into Bajoran as a regular two part name, Ōdo Ital /o:.ðo ɪ.tal/.

5. The name of Lesiv and Rodo's small ship. /tɛ.mo.lo/, meaning hope or wish. 

[bozusuruz]

Kim ne derse desin bi salon insanin durup seni alkislamasi, ardından gelen gururlu bi "cok iyi is cikardin" sarilmasi ve o basardin bakislari cogu seyden daha degerli

[digitalfountains]

Iva by Michel Takla

- Slimi Magazine, May 2023

[polishmodels]

Tosia Chojak - editorial for Vogue Arabia, January 2024

Photographer: Michel Takla

source: instagram.com