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sehrit-tonin · 5 months ago
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Any siblings?
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yEAH i GOT THREE THAT SURVIVED -
fIRST IS aRIKAN’ SHE,S LIKE’ REALLY MEAN AND OVERPROTECTIVE. i DON,T LIKE HER IF iM BEING COMPLETELY HONEST- sHE MAKES ME AND sENIBA DO EVERYTHING ??
sECOND IS lAIKAH’ SHE,S REALLY PRETTY’ MY FAVORITE OF ALL OF THEM- SHE,S NICE TOO’ SHE COOKS US FOOD AND GETS US ITEMS-
tHIRD IS sENIBA, HE,S A FUCKING DUMBASS i HATE HIM SO MUCH. hE CANNOT GO A FUCKING DAY WITHOUT RAMBLING ABOUT HIS MATESPRIT’ i,D FUCKING KILL HIM IF i HAD THE CHANCE-
i,M THE YOUNGEST OUT OF US FOUR’ PRETTY MUCH THE COOLEST-
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forum-storyteller · 1 year ago
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⚠︎ "Have you heard the news that you're dead?" ⚠︎
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𖤐𓆪༺⭑๋࣭ 。༘˚༉‧₊˚.
Dibujo de Arikane para el evento de Halloween scare! me pareció suficientemente terminado como para subirlo al tumblr! aprecio reblogs y likes, me costó trabajo el dibujo :]
Arikane no tiene mucho dinero para un disfraz caro, pero puede usar maquillaje para convertirse en el mejor esqueleto que has visto en tu vida.
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yourlazykitkat · 20 days ago
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feel alive, lover
notes: Happy Holidays @bubybubsters!!! This I, your secret santa who will save you from eviction (and my fax machine from all the noise complaints we've been getting.) I rewrote this little snippet many times coz I struggled to get it just right but hopefully you'll enjoy it.
thank you @acotargiftexchange for hosting this lovely event <3
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tags: Azriel/Eris, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, There was Only One Bed, Graphic Depictions of Injury/Healing
summary: After the war with Koschei, Azriel finds a letter meant for no one and decides to follow through anyway.
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For my dearest Lady of the Darkest Mountain,
Your last letter was a prayer answered in this bloody war. Even though the war has been won and our soldiers are trickling home, the path from my waiting heart to your ever-gracing lips has become a river of blood and death. I do not beg often but I must here- that your sweet hand will not leave mine or else I may drown without ever learning how a sweet mouth like yours passes breath to another. 
With all my heart,
Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court
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“His Lordship is not currently taking visitors." Azriel snaps, using his whole weight deceptively against the mahogany door and his unblemished hand pulling the gold-trimmed curtains closer as to conceal his patient. He clicks his tongue, the Autumn tongue not settling quite right, "You'll have to make an appointment with one of his ministers."
“I have been waiting for hours,” Lady Delour hisses, with their face like a blushing flower, and Azriel watches, fascinated as the lace and ruffle of their bodice begins to bloom. “Lord Eris-”
“High Lord.” He corrects and Delour’s face flushes insidiously.
“ High Lord Eris has no ministers to speak of as of now.”
“The absolute tyranny,” He agrees, “A week in and there is no reason to his government. Someone should kill him.”
A pause. “What?”
“Someone should heal him.” He repeats patiently. 
Weak laughter and Lady Delour gives him one of the most anxious smiles he’s seen on a fae holding a beautiful bouquet, “You are the Healer.”
Azriel stares at them, unimpressed. They stare back, twisting the cobalt ribbon wrapped around the bouquet around their gloved finger. The paper wrap crinkles as they shift and Azriel, quite reasonably, wants to rip his ears off. From behind the curtain, there’s a guttural cacophony of coughs.
“That would be our High Lord.” He eases on the door, letting it close slowly, “I shall... attend to him.”
“Please.” Gloved hands grab his pale forearm and he hates how he flinches, “Just for a moment, I need an audience with Eris. We’re old childhood friends.”
“I’ll take those for you,” Azriel says before they can speak, thoroughly bored now. He takes the bouquet of mostly blue-purple flowers which look like sweet bells folding into themselves. With one last smile, he shuts the door in their face and lets the curtain fall.
Arikan Foxglove , his shadows whisper. Psychoactive. Lethal poison. Autumn-Winter-Spring Cartel. 
He hums mindlessly, plucking a few imperfect petals and rubbing them between his fingers. On the patient's bedside table, there's an empty vase, a steaming tea set and half of a medical kit. He slouches into the visitor armchair, catching sight of himself in the mirror: ears longer than a High Fae's, his skin is pale and unscarred against the white and pink Healer uniform. From his height in the chair, he knows he's been offensively glamoured to be a head shorter and perhaps worst are the gossamer wings in lieu of his leather. 
It had been necessary. Azriel was needed in the Forest House during its transitory stage between High Lords as both the eyes of the Night Court and the third hand in Autumn. He'd have settled for stealth but this dreadful fortress had always foiled Azriel's plans and he wasn't sure how long he'd have to hide.
The schematics of the Forest House had remained elusive to the Prythian’s spies for as long as Azriel could remember. There had been attempts of course, that if procuring the true and original plans was a damned river run dry, drafting one’s own was the next best thing. An old Dawn Spymaster had come close- Azriel had been expected to commit it to memory as clearly as his own hand and his high lords’. If he hadn’t, he would have been persecuted, gushing blood from his wings, in the Dawn Treasury.  
But even then, it was no help. The columns of the Forest House were ancient ebony trees whose roots and branches looked like the untamable and gnarled hair and limbs of screeching wood nymphs. He swore the house moved, the hallways and rooms changing like a rearranged gut. The only way to navigate the fortress with any real success was through birthright and their permission, the latter achieved through his false employment as one of Eris Vanserra's Healers.
"Should I kill them?" Azriel murmurs, watching his fingertips turn a sickening blue from the foxglove petals, "They'll have killed you before Beron's casket is closed."
There's no response, just like there hasn't been all week. Eris Vanserra, the new High Lord of Autumn, lay listless in his bed with sunken cheeks and pale skin. His bare chest was void of freckles, covered in rolls and rolls of bandages. It's hard to look at him- whether that be because Azriel has always felt sickened at the sight of the Autumn Prince or the harsh light of noon making the white sheets and his pale skin blinding.
"You have no ministry, no security, no intelligence. The only Healers in the Forest House are Beron loyalists-" Azriel counted down and then looked up, "Really, you only have me."
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Eris writhes in his sleep, pulling and scratching at his wounds that took hours to clean and dress. He tosses and turns, hitting Azriel in the face with a flailing arm but the Shadowsinger almost cries of relief.
A momentary lapse of sanity and exhaustion, he reasons. Tending to Eris for the last week and a half had been like decorating a corpse for its funeral and just any sign of life- any at all, that’s all he had needed.
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Azriel's fingers brushed the bandages delicately, each motion slow, deliberate. Occasionally, he'd be tempted to wrap an open would too tight, too let a needle submerge into skin before sewing the injury- but that was a habit very easily dismissed despite their centuries of mutual violence. Especially as his shadows swirled restlessly around him, anxious about the injuries in a way Azriel hadn't seen since Cassian's wings had been ripped out- since his own hands had been burnt.
Eris's wound, a massive gouge in his side, was a deep, ugly thing—raw, with jagged edges and exposed tissue. Azriel had seen worse, far worse in his life, but there was something about this wound that struck a chord in him, made him linger longer than he should. Perhaps it was because for the last five hundred years, Eris had stopped being fae and turned into an unwashable stain, an untouchable annoyance no matter what Azriel threw at him.
But now, Azriel’s gaze trailed from the wound to Eris’s face, noting the pallor, the way his features seemed too sharp, too sunken. The silence of the room had him hunched over and queasy.
His fingers trembled slightly as he began to rewrap the bandages, the sickening scent of blood and something darker filling his nose. The shadows that clung to him hissed, as though uncomfortable with the proximity to such a vulnerable Eris, yet they didn’t move, didn’t leave.
Eris, once a formidable prince, lay like a broken doll in the bed, unable to speak, unable to move, his body a testament to whatever battle had been fought before Azriel had arrived. His eyes fluttered, the lids heavy from fever, but there was something sharp in the way his gaze flickered to Azriel—a subtle challenge, a silent question.
Azriel couldn’t bring himself to look away, not now, not with the way Eris’s breath shuddered with each inhale, not with the way the autumn prince’s chest rose and fell, slow and painful. Something stirred in Azriel’s gut, something that felt almost like curiosity, like an unfamiliar kind of fascination.
“How did you let this happen to you, Eris?” Azriel muttered, his voice rougher than he intended.
Eris's lips parted, but no sound came out, just the rasping breath, the faintest flutter of his chest as he tried to move, only for pain to hold him still. His eyes, though dimmed by exhaustion and fever, met Azriel’s with something like defiance. It was familiar, that look, the one Azriel had seen so many times before, though it was now tempered by the weakness of the body beneath it.
Azriel couldn't help the way his gaze flickered back to the wound, the horror of it—of seeing the raw cavity in Eris’s flesh. It was something that Azriel would have never expected. Not from Eris. The great prince of Autumn—untouchable, always in control. But now, here he was, lying broken in front of Azriel, his body reduced to nothing more than a fragile thing in need of repair.
“I should leave,” Azriel muttered, the words slipping from his lips before he could stop them. He felt the familiar pull to step back, to retreat into the shadows, to leave Eris to whatever fate awaited him. But his feet remained rooted to the spot.
Instead of leaving, Azriel carefully adjusted the bandages, tightening the cloth around the wound, trying not to wince as he pressed against the raw tissue. His fingers were unsteady, too slow, too gentle, and his breath came too harsh as the silence stretched between them.
Eris’s eyes flickered again, this time with something more pointed, more aware.
“I never thought you’d be the one by my bedside,” Eris rasped, his voice a rough whisper. The words felt strange coming from his lips, strained, fragile, but they carried with them an edge, a defiance even in his weakened state.
Azriel glanced up sharply, his hands halting for a moment as he met Eris’s gaze.
“I’m not here because I want to be,” he growled, the edge of his voice betraying the tension building in his chest. "You left a letter."
Eris’s lips quirked, a half-smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else, but it was there.
“Funny, I’d forgotten I had even written that. That wasn’t meant for you.” He said weakly. “For someone who doesn’t want to help, you seem very invested.”
Azriel didn’t answer immediately, his gaze lingering on the wound once more. The sick fascination gnawed at him, despite his better judgment. The scar tissue, the way the wound was shaped—it was something unnatural, something cruel.
“I’m not invested,” Azriel finally said, though his words were laced with something darker. “I’m here because you’re worth more alive.”
Eris’s eyes narrowed, but there was no fire in them, no anger. Only the weariness of someone who’d been through too much, who’d survived too long, only to find himself in a position of weakness.
“If I survive this,” Eris croaked, “I’ll make sure you regret that.”
Azriel couldn't help but laugh bitterly. “Of course you will, Vanserra”
The silence stretched, thick with something between them that neither of them was willing to acknowledge. Azriel finished bandaging the wound, his hands steadying with each passing moment, but the words he had held back earlier remained heavy in his chest.
Eris shifted slightly, his lips parting again as though he were going to say something, but he stopped, his body betraying him. His eyes slid closed, exhaustion taking over, and Azriel couldn’t bring himself to move away, not yet.
“I won’t let you die,” Azriel whispered, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
Eris’s chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic motion, his breath shallow, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes as they opened once more, a slow, cautious glance toward Azriel.
“You’ve never cared before,” he rasped, his voice weaker now, the fight fading.
Azriel didn’t respond, only leaned back slightly, his gaze lingering on the man before him. For a moment, the room was silent, the tension between them still palpable, even if unspoken. But something had shifted. Something had changed. And Azriel wasn’t sure if he was ready to face it.
But letting Eris Vanserra die alone seemed an awful lot like losing. Losing a bet, losing a war, losing breath underwater. And even if he'd eventually have to leave, Azriel stayed.
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leftistfeminista · 8 months ago
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Resistance at Turkish women’s prison
On 18 October 2000 revolutionary prisoners from the DHKP-C, the Communist Party of Turkey Marxist-Leninist (TKP-ML) and the Communist Workers’ Party of Turkey (TKIP) had begun a hunger-strike to the death in protest against the government’s plans to transfer them to the ‘F-type’ prison cells. The hunger strike was indefinite and several hundred prisoners divided into ‘teams’ participated. At the time of the attack the first team had been on hunger-strike for 61 days.
In the women’s prison at Bayrampasa, the bombardment began at 5am. Ayla Ozcan described what happened in a statement to her lawyer:
‘When I looked outside from the window I saw the special military units on the roofs. They were wearing gas masks and their long-range rifles were directed at the dormitory…They were swearing at us. “We came here to kill you,” they were saying…After opening several holes in the ceiling, the bombardment with gas bombs began. We were choking and trying to gasp for air. While covering our mouths and noses with wet towels to neutralise the effect of the gas, we were breaking the windows of our dormitory to get some fresh air. The rain of gas bombs was continuing. We moved towards the windows to get some air. Some of our friends fainted…
‘Approximately 700 to 1,000 bombs were thrown at us. We had nothing to retaliate with but we shouted slogans back at them. The bombs started to burn us and while we were trying to put the fire out, we were also inhaling gas.
‘At around noon they started to throw nerve gas and fire bombs at us. Most of us choked and lost consciousness. The flames started to cover the dormitory. Those who had not fainted yet were continuing to shout slogans and sing marching songs. The fire spread all over the dormitory. We all moved towards the door; we had to get out. Everywhere was shrouded in smoke and fire.
‘Because of the effect of the gas some of us lost consciousness. I fell too. Some of my comrades fell over me. I could not breathe. Then one of my comrades pushed me out of the door. The threshold was as hot as hell. Nothing could be seen because of the smoke.
‘Downstairs some comrades were throwing water on themselves to try and stop burning. Hair, hands and the backs of most of us were burnt. I saw Ebru Dincer sitting on the stairs, fully burnt. She could not speak and her hands, face, hair and most parts of her body were burnt. Then our comrades Hacer Arikan, Birsen Kars and Gulizar Kesici were taken out of the flames with a great effort. There were still some comrades inside. Everyone was running from one place to another. Finally two comrades re-entered the dormitory to search for the others. When they returned empty- handed, their faces, hair and hands were burnt too. When we went downstairs we noticed that Nilufer, Seyhan, Ozlem, Sefinur and the Death Fast First Team fighter Gulseren Ozturk were not amongst us. They were left in the blaze. While our comrades were burning alive, the murderers were filming their creation with pleasure. They had water hoses but they were not squirting water into the burning dormitory.
‘After a while we came out of the exercise area from the ground floor dormitory. We started to dance the halay (traditional Anatolian dance). We were replying to the enemy, saying “You could not make us surrender, you were defeated”…
‘Meanwhile the murderers were entering one by one from the door that was cut off. Our resistance had been continuing for seven hours. While our injured comrades were trying to come out of the dormitory, the murderers opened fire at them with their long-range rifles.
‘We gathered in the middle of the exercise area and held tight to each other. The murderers entered the dormitory and directed their rifles at us from the windows. They were pointing at us and in a cowardly fashion saying “Come towards us one by one, surrender yourselves”.
‘We said we would not surrender and if they wished to they should come and take us. We were continuously shouting at them. “You burnt our friends alive. You will pay for this. You will present an account to our people.”
‘They started to approach slowly. They dragged us on the floor along the corridor to a big hall, beating us all the way. The resistance of our male comrades was still continuing. Later on they took us to hospital one by one. We were beaten there too since we refused an immoral body search. They asked me and the other Death Fast fighters whether we would accept medical treatment or not. We said “No, we refuse, we continue our Death Fast”.
‘They put 14 of us in a transport vehicle in completely wet clothes. We were all shivering. We were not allowed to go to the toilet or drink water. They were telling us to soil our pants. After waiting hours they took us to Bakirkoy remand prison. They were continuously filming while all this was happening. They wanted to put us into the cells one by one when we arrived at the prison. We refused. Then they had to put us in threes.
‘From now on, maybe we will all die one by one but we will never agree to surrender. Once again they are the defeated, we and our people are the victors. We continue the Death Fast. We will continue until victory.’
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blluebutterfly · 1 month ago
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arkadaslar kocam duymasin ama hayatimda gordugum en sovmen adam enis arikan cidden ya
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compneuropapers · 1 year ago
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Interesting Papers for Week 51, 2023
The medial entorhinal cortex is necessary for the stimulus control over hippocampal place fields by distal, but not proximal, landmarks. Allison, E. A. M. A., Moore, J. W., Arkell, D., Thomas, J., Dudchenko, P. A., & Wood, E. R. (2023). Hippocampus, 33(7), 811–829.
Gating of homeostatic regulation of intrinsic excitability produces cryptic long-term storage of prior perturbations. Alonso, L. M., Rue, M. C. P., & Marder, E. (2023). Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences, 120(26), e2222016120.
An entorhinal-like region in food-caching birds. Applegate, M. C., Gutnichenko, K. S., Mackevicius, E. L., & Aronov, D. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2465-2477.e7.
Stress degrades working memory-related frontostriatal circuit function. Berridge, C. W., Devilbiss, D. M., Martin, A. J., Spencer, R. C., & Jenison, R. L. (2023). Cerebral Cortex, 33(12), 7857–7869.
Distinct frequencies balance segregation with interaction between different memory types within a prefrontal circuit. Bracco, M., Mutanen, T. P., Veniero, D., Thut, G., & Robertson, E. M. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2548-2556.e6.
Reward influences the allocation but not the availability of resources in visual working memory. Brissenden, J. A., Adkins, T. J., Hsu, Y. T., & Lee, T. G. (2023). Journal of Experimental Psychology. General, 152(7), 1825–1839.
Abstract Value Encoding in Neural Populations But Not Single Neurons. Fine, J. M., Maisson, D. J.-N., Yoo, S. B. M., Cash-Padgett, T. V, Wang, M. Z., Zimmermann, J., & Hayden, B. Y. (2023). Journal of Neuroscience, 43(25), 4650–4663.
The role of self-occluding contours in material perception. Marlow, P. J., Prior de Heer, B., & Anderson, B. L. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2528-2534.e5.
Emergence of a predictive model in the hippocampus. Miller, A. M. P., Jacob, A. D., Ramsaran, A. I., De Snoo, M. L., Josselyn, S. A., & Frankland, P. W. (2023). Neuron, 111(12), 1952-1965.e5.
Implicit learning of the one-back reinforcement matching-mismatching task by pigeons. Peng, D. N., & Zentall, T. R. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2582-2585.e2.
Neural correlates of visual and tactile path integration and their task related modulation. Rosenblum, L., Kreß, A., Arikan, B. E., Straube, B., & Bremmer, F. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 9913.
Meridional binocular rivalry reveals a trace of uncorrected oblique input during development in the adult brain. Serero, G., Lev, M., & Polat, U. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 9920.
Mice identify subgoal locations through an action-driven mapping process. Shamash, P., Lee, S., Saxe, A. M., & Branco, T. (2023). Neuron, 111(12), 1966-1978.e8.
Generalization of cognitive maps across space and time. Sherrill, K. R., Molitor, R. J., Karagoz, A. B., Atyam, M., Mack, M. L., & Preston, A. R. (2023). Cerebral Cortex, 33(12), 7971–7992.
The “curse of knowledge” when predicting others’ knowledge. Tullis, J. G., & Feder, B. (2023). Memory & Cognition, 51(5), 1214–1234.
Human orbitofrontal cortex signals decision outcomes to sensory cortex during behavioral adaptations. Wang, B. A., Veismann, M., Banerjee, A., & Pleger, B. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 3552.
Detailed characterization of neural selectivity in free viewing primates. Yates, J. L., Coop, S. H., Sarch, G. H., Wu, R.-J., Butts, D. A., Rucci, M., & Mitchell, J. F. (2023). Nature Communications, 14, 3656.
Grid cell disruption in a mouse model of early Alzheimer’s disease reflects reduced integration of self-motion cues. Ying, J., Reboreda, A., Yoshida, M., & Brandon, M. P. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2425-2437.e5.
Aperiodic neural activity reflects metacontrol. Zhang, C., Stock, A.-K., Mückschel, M., Hommel, B., & Beste, C. (2023). Cerebral Cortex, 33(12), 7941–7951.
Dyadic visual perceptual learning on orientation discrimination. Zhang, Y., Bi, K., Li, J., Wang, Y., & Fang, F. (2023). Current Biology, 33(12), 2407-2416.e4.
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bursahabermedya · 17 days ago
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Hayalperest Oyunu, Enis Arıkan ile Sahne Aldı! Ünlü oyuncu Enis Arıkan’ın başrolünde yer aldığı müzikli oyun “Hayalperest”, 25 Aralık 2024 tarihinde Zorlu Performans Sanatları Merkezi’nin (PSM) Turkcell Sahnesi’nde sanatsever https://bursahabermedya.com/hayalperest-oyunu-enis-arikan-ile-sahne-aldi/ #BursaSiyasetHaberleri #bursahaber #bursasondakika #bursahaberleri #haberler #bursa
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pazaryerigundem · 1 month ago
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KADEME öğrencileri Erdoğan Arıkan İle "Etkili İletişim" etkinliğinde buluştu
https://pazaryerigundem.com/haber/194488/kademe-ogrencileri-erdogan-arikan-ile-etkili-iletisim-etkinliginde-bulustu/
KADEME öğrencileri Erdoğan Arıkan İle "Etkili İletişim" etkinliğinde buluştu
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KADEME öğrencileri Erdoğan Arıkan İle ‘Etkili İletişim’ etkinliğinde buluştu – İGF HABER
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KADEME öğrencileri Erdoğan Arıkan İle “Etkili İletişim” etkinliğinde buluştu
BU Haber İGF HABER AJANSI tarafından servis edilmiştir.
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lonesomemao · 2 months ago
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PERSONNE AU BOUT DU FIL
DJ Mehmet Arikan
Vendredi soir au Couvent
L'homme pont Orient-Occident
Dimanche 10 novembre 2024
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botantimes · 3 months ago
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DW: Em hewil didin beşa kurdî vekin!
Berpirsê Giştî yê Weşana Tirkî yê Deutsche Welleyê (DW), Erkan Arikan îro li Diyarbekirê bû. Arikan ji bo bernameya Komeleya Rojnamegeran a Başûrê Rojhilatî (GGC) hatibê bajarî. Li pirsa Botan Timesê Arikanî diyar kir ku ev demek e ew hewil didin beşa Kurdî ya DWyê vekin. Wî got bûtçeya wan a sala 2025ê dê bê dîyarkirin heger çêbibe wan nîyet heye sala 2025ê an 2026ê beşa Kurdî vekin. Arikanî…
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patlicangil · 3 months ago
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Enis Arıkan kimdir? Enis Arıkan kimdir? Kaç yaşında? Exxen'de Talk Show programı mı sunacak? Acun Ilıcalı’nın yeni dijital platformu Exxen’de yayınlanacak olan Talk Show programının sunucusu olan Enis Arıkan'ın hayranları merakta. Birçok başarılı yapımda yer alan Arıkan, yakışıklılığı ve oyunculuk yeteneklerinin yanı sıra sempatik halleri ile de ön plana çıkıyor. Kısa zamanda geniş hayran kitlelerine ulaşan Enis ... https://www.begonya.com/enis-arikan-kimdir/?feed_id=200590&_unique_id=6702575115253
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forum-storyteller · 1 year ago
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ARIKANE MILLARES
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Edad: 19 años Genero: Femenino Orientación: Lesbiana PB: Personaje original
──☆Ficha de personaje。゚: *.
──☆Cronología。゚: *.
Arcana de la fortuna, esta persona user tal vez es la persona más desafortunada que conozco. Ha ido de casa en casa gracias al sistema de hogares temporales, al cumplir los 18 se la desterró hacia la calle. Arikane esta llena de fuego, un enojo hacia el mundo que proyecta hacia afuera en ondas de calor, ondas que claramente gritan una advertencia 'no te acerques'
Estatus: inactivo
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schoje · 6 months ago
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Fotos: Peterson Paul O quarto dia de agenda do governador Carlos Moisés na COP26, em Glasgow, representou um marco para Santa Catarina no que diz respeito ao compromisso do estado com as metas do desenvolvimento sustentável. O chefe do Executivo assinou o termo de adesão ao ICLEI América do Sul, consolidando o engajamento a uma das principais pautas em torno das mudanças climáticas: o desenvolvimento de baixo carbono. Em nível mundial, o ICLEI é uma associação de governos locais e subnacionais dedicados às ações de sustentabilidade. "É muito importante para Santa Catarina poder contar com a expertise do ICLEI no monitoramento e na transparência das ações que já desenvolvemos e que iremos alcançar. O engajamento de Santa Catarina diante da mitigação dos efeitos das mudanças climáticas é uma demonstração de responsabilidade com o meio ambiente e com as futuras gerações", frisou Carlos Moisés. De acordo com o governador, além de inventariar o trabalho de Santa Catarina, o órgão fará o acompanhamento que vai indicar se os objetivos diante do desenvolvimento urbano sustentável estão sendo cumpridos. Para Yunus Arikan, diretor de Advocacia Global do ICLEI, Moisés listou algumas das ações que Santa Catarina já colocou em prática, visando, especialmente, a redução da emissão de gases de efeito estufa e a transição justa da matriz energética do estado para fontes alternativas de energia limpa. Entre as ações, o governador citou o investimento de R$ 300 milhões para a proteção e recuperação de nascentes, a implantação de uma rede de postos para recarga de carros elétricos, sistemas que ajudam a fiscalização por órgãos ambientais, além de incentivos fiscais a empresas comprometidas com a proteção ambiental. Para os representantes do ICLEl, a parceria com Santa Catarina é estratégica. "Passaremos a contar com um importante reforço nas ações para o desenvolvimento de um caminho de sustentabilidade no Brasil. O estado já se destaca na atuação envolvendo o planejamento da ação climática local e vai nos ajudar a levar adiante uma agenda multidimensional com vários níveis de ações envolvendo os governos e a sociedade", reforçou. A assinatura do termo de adesão ao ICLEI foi acompanhada por demais integrantes da comitiva catarinense na COP26, os secretários Executivos do Meio Ambiente, Leonardo Porto Ferreira, e de Assuntos Internacionais, Fernando Raupp, além do deputado estadual Fabiano da Luz, representando a Assembleia Legislativa (Alesc). "A adesão de Santa Catarina ao ICLEI é de extrema importância, porque vai ajudar o estado a traçar o caminho rumo a sua sustentabilidade, com apontamentos sobre o quê e como fazer para intensificar o processo de transição justa para um futuro melhor para o estado e para o mundo", considera o secretário Executivo de Assuntos Internacionais, Fernando Raupp. Para o secretário Executivo de Meio Ambiente, agora começa o trabalho de desenvolvimento dos planos a serem colocados em prática e inventários dos gases de efeito estufa no estado. "Com a participação no ICLEI, facilita o acesso à informação e traz mais transparência para as ações que já ocorrem pelo mundo e que podem ser tomadas como exemplo", acrescenta Porto Ferreira. Entre outros compromissos da agenda, a comitiva catarinense também se reuniu com integrantes do Banco Europeu, onde foram apresentadas linhas de crédito específicas para investimentos nas ações debatidas durante a COP26. Destacam-se preservação de nascentes, energias renováveis, recuperação ambiental, produção de água potável, entre outros, na área da sustentabilidade. A COP26 Este ano, a 26 Conferência das Nações Unidas sobre as Mudanças Climáticas (COP26) tem como centro do debate, envolvendo líderes mundiais e as questões climáticas, o aceleramento das ações  para conter o aquecimento global e medidas para impulsionar a transição ao desenvolvimento neutro em carbono. Mais informações para a imprensa: Assessoria de Comunicação Secretaria de Estado da Comunicação - Secom Governo de Santa Catarina
Fone: (48) 3665-3029 E-mail: [email protected] Site: www.sc.gov.br Fonte: Governo SC
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reveriers · 7 months ago
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› Aspirante a detective número #127 detectado. SABINE ARIKAN, proveniente de TURQUÍA. Con 30 años, siempre le han dicho que tiene un parecido con AYCA AYSIN TURAN. Fue seleccionade por su impresionante desempeño en EMPATÍA (3) y también mostrar aptitudes prometedoras en OBSERVACIÓN (2) y CAPACIDAD DE ANÁLISIS (2).
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Habilidades en las que destacó en su examen: Observación (2), empatía (3) y capacidad de análisis (2).
Curiosidades: 
1. Siempre mostró una pasión temprana por la medicina. A pesar de provenir de una familia modesta, se destacó académicamente y fue aceptada en una prestigiosa universidad de medicina. Siempre demostró pasión, dedicación y mucho esfuerzo para sobresalir y lograr las mejores calificaciones.
2. Decidió especializarse en neurocirugía, fascinada por la complejidad del cerebro humano. Sin embargo, su formación se vio truncada cuando su mentor, el Dr. Erdem Çelik, saboteó su trabajo y la hizo responsable de errores que él mismo cometió, lo cual la llevó a abandonar temporalmente su especialización.
3. A pesar de su apariencia seria y profesional en el trabajo, le encanta bailar. Desde joven, encontró en el baile una forma de liberarse del estrés y conectar con su lado más emocional. Aunque rara vez tiene la oportunidad de practicarlo debido a sus responsabilidades profesionales, Sabine disfruta de la energía y la pasión que el baile salsa le proporciona, permitiéndole desconectar completamente de su entorno profesional y relajarse plenamente.
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fisiltihaberleri · 8 months ago
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II. WELLBEING KONFERANSI”NDA HER ALANDA “İYİ OLMA HALİ” KONUŞULDU
“Wellbeing ve Bütünsel Sağlık Derneği”nin organize ettiği ve ülkemizde geçtiğimiz yıl ilk kez gerçekleşen “WellbeingKonferansı”nın ikincisi 4 Mayıs 2024 Cumartesi günü İstanbul Bahçeşehir Üniversitesi’nde gerçekleşti… Konferansta, İş, Tıp ve Akademi dünyasından konularında uzman ve topluma ilham veren değerli panelistleryer aldı. “Avrupa Yakası” dizisinin ünlü oyuncusu,Wellbeing Uzmanı, HaleCaneroğlu tarafından sunulan konferans, Wellbeing Derneği Yönetim Kurulu Başkanı Ebru Şinik’in açılış konuşması ile başladı…
DR. İREM ERGÜN & OYA ATABAY & DİLEK KARACA BALİ & PROF. DR. ÖZGE ÇELİK & PROF. DR. BURCU ASLANTAŞ ATEŞ & PROF. DR. NURAY YAZIHAN & SABİHA KİRAZ & EBRU ŞİNİK & DR. BUĞRA ÖKTEM & PROF. DR. PELİN ARIBAL AYRAL & DR. ÖZDAL ERSOY & PELİN BOZKURT BİLGİÇ & DİDEM ŞİNİK ARIKAN & AYYÜCE ÖZDEMİR ÖKTEN https://www.fisiltihaberleri.com/haber/ii-wellbeing-konferansinda-her-alanda-iyi-olma-hali-konusuldu-11157.html
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gundemarsivi · 9 months ago
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Kızıldere #şiir
✍🏻 Ali Erkan Güneri
https://www.gundemarsivi.com/kizildere-1972/
30.Mart.1972 – KIZILDERE
NİKSAR’IN FİDANLARI BÜYÜDÜLER,
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OY KIZILDERE KIZILDERE
Tam 52 yıl geçti aradan,
Bir bir isimleri geliyor aklıma,
Daha gencecik delikanlılardı,
Yaşayacak günleri vardı
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Çoğu gitti.
Onlar gitmedi,
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30 Mart 1972
30 Mart 2024
OY KIZILDERE KIZILDERE…
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Bir bir isimleri geliyor aklıma
Geceden sabaha,
Onlar geliyor aklıma, gitmiyor…
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ERTAN SARIHAN
SAFFET ALP
HÜDAİ ARIKAN
SABAHATTİN KURT
NİHAT YILMAZ
AHMET ATASOY
CİHAN ALPTEKİN
ÖMER AYNA
Tam 52 yıl geçmiş aradan,
Yaşanacak günleri vardı daha
Bir bir isimleri geliyor aklıma
Geceden sabaha,
Onlar geliyor aklıma, gitmiyor..
30 Mart 1972-30 Mart 2024 OY KIZILDERE KIZILDERE…
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KIZILDERE-1972
SİNAN KAZIM ÖZÜDOĞRU ANISINA…
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