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[kanalmalatya]

TBMM'de bütçe görüşmeleri! Oktay: Türkiye ekonomisi olumlu yönde ayrıştı

TBMM Genel Kurulu, Meclis Başkanı Mustafa Şentop başkanlığında, 2023 Yılı Merkezi Yönetim Bütçe Kanunu Teklifi’ni görüşmek üzere toplandı. Cumhurbaşkanı Yardımcısı Fuat Oktay, hükumet adına bütçe sunumunu yaptı. Oktay, hükumetin 2023 bütçe teklifinin hedef ve amaçlarını anlatarak, “Ülkemize ve milletimize itibar, refah ve güç kazandıran politikalarımızla önümüzdeki yıl milletten aldığımız gücü…

[ldydeath]

But I Love You | Kwon Ji-yong (G-Dragon)

Summary: Jiyong is struggling through his hiatus and misses his best friend. You try your best to be there for him, even when it feels like he doesn’t want you around.

Warnings: slight angst, a lot of GD yearning for TOP. Very minor language.

Things hadn’t exactly been easy since Jiyong had decided to take a hiatus. You weren’t really sure if he even knew what a hiatus was. Everyday you’d wake to find him in the studio, writing new material, a stressed look on his face. You’d hoped that a break would’ve actually been just that - but the man didn’t know how to quit. You’d pull him out every night when you could tell he was getting frustrated hoping the next day would be better.

You’d have secret conversations with Youngbae and Daesung whenever you got too worried, knowing deep down that the only person he’d reason with had shut him out. Morning came quickly and you were awoken to Jiyong emerging from his blanket cocoon. “Jiyong, why don’t we just take a rest today?” You tried your best to make your voice sound normal, not a hint of pleading in there but he picked up on it and sighed.

“I can’t today. I really have to finish this song.” He sat up in bed, rubbing his eyes and you took the opportunity to really look at him. The dark circles you thought you’d imagined were real. His skin seemed pale, he looked worn out. “Maybe we can do something tomorrow.” He got out of bed, offered you a smile and headed out of the room.

You couldn’t help the pang of disappointment you felt as he disappeared from the room. You knew Jiyong loved you, of course he did, but you couldn’t help but feel forgotten. You never wanted to come between him and his work, you knew how he got when he felt like he was up against a wall. But something needed to change.

With a heavy sigh, you got out of bed, made yourself presentable and headed out of the house. You unfortunately couldn’t sit around waiting for him today. Work called and even if you’d been willing to call in earlier, that had changed the second Jiyong walked out of the bedroom. You knew you should stay home, save him from himself but you needed a break too. Maybe a without you hovering would help.

When you pulled into the drive that evening everything felt off. The lights were off, the lights were never off - unless you were sleeping. “Jiyong?” You called as you entered the house, closing the front door with a soft thud. You were greeted with silence and the soft meow of your cars. You weren’t going to worry. You weren’t worried. You kept telling yourself that as you wandered the house in search of him. Where the fuck was he?

You paused outside the door to his studio, you’d never gone in there before. Not that you couldn’t, it just was so very him that you didn’t want to disturb his sanctuary. You pressed your ear up to the door but it was useless, the room was so soundproofed you couldn’t hear a thing..

The site that unfolded in front of you hadn’t been what you’d expected. There on the couch in the sound booth was your boyfriend passed out clutching what appeared to be lyrics. So that was why the house was dark, he hadn’t bothered to leave the studio once. You moved the papers out of his hands, careful not to read any of his work and shook him awake.

“Hey” he smiled as his eyes locked with yours. “What are you doing in here?” You moved to sit down next to him and shrugged. “The house was dark. I didn’t know where you were.” He scooted slowly, to sit next to you.

“I’m sorry I worried you, I must’ve passed out. I’ve not been sleeping well.” He admitted. Your head snapped looking over at him, worry etched in your brows. “See, that look right there is why I didn’t tell you. You don’t need to worry about me.” You frowned, reaching a hand out to touch him. “Talk to me. What’s going on with you?” You should’ve asked sooner, but you’d been hoping you were over reacting.

He let out a sigh, shaking his head as he broke eye contact with you. “I keep thinking if I write the right song, the best song, he’ll read it and come back.” You could hear the pain in his voice, and it made you want to protect him from ever feeling this way again. His best friend was doing what he thought was best for everyone - which couldn’t be further from the truth. “I don’t think it’s that simple, oppa.” Seunghyun had been your friend too and you weren’t blind to the void that he left behind. “Seunghyun needs time to heal, he didn’t leave because he wanted to. He left because he felt he had to.” You eyed the sheet holding the lyrics Jiyong has been working on. “Can I read it?”

He nodded and handed the lyrics over. Any other girl might be jealous of such heartfelt feelings being written about someone else but not you. You understand their relationship, he’d come first. They’re more than best friends, they were family and both of them were hurting. “It’s perfect.”

“You’re biased” he smirked, taking the paper back and tucking it into his pocket. “Maybe, but it’s still perfect. You should record it.” He shook his head. “It’s not Bigbang without him.” You offered up a reassuring smile, a playful glint in your eye, “so make it GD.” You hardly ever referred to him as his stage name and he smiled before hiding his face with his hands. There he was. That shy adorable guy you loved so much.

“Maybe.” He yawned, stretching his arms before standing up. “Thank you for this. I should’ve told you sooner.” You shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Just know you’re not alone, ok?”

He nodded. reaching his arm out to you, helping you to your feet. “I’m sorry if I’ve been acting not myself lately, I just don’t know how to let people in fully. I get in my head and think I have to do it all alone.” He apologized as he led you both out of the studio. Turning on the lights as he went.

“You’re not alone. I’m always going to be here for you. Even if you don’t want to talk about whatever’s going on, I’m still here.” You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, wishing you could take all his pain away. He pulled you toward him, a small smile on his face. Not his big grin you’d grown to love over the years but it was a start. “I love you. He mumbled before pulling you in for a kiss. “I love you too” you smiled against his lips.

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[golyadkin]

You ever yearn?

[helphelpquesohelado]

Revenge

[x-aefx]

S H E - Billie Eilish x fem!reader

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A/n: this is loosely based on the scene from the office with Pam and her mom, talking about Jim.

No warnings.

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"Mom!" You squealed eagerly as you ran up to your mother, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Your mother's head tipped back as she laughed, just as eager to see you as you were.

You opened your eyes and pulled back, looking over her shoulder and seeing your dad enter into your house. You smiled widely as you ran to give him a hug as well.

Your dad laughed, a loud genuine laugh that made it clear he had missed you and was just as happy as you were. He wrapped his arms around you as he placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "Hi sweetie." He smiled, resting his chin on your head.

"You guys finally made it!" You sighed in relief.

Your parents had agreed to stay at your home for a few days, it being the first time since you had moved in. They were eager to see your house and the area you lived in, but also to see and spend time with you.

"Traffic was bad, we came as fast as we would." Said your dad, he brought his and your mothers suitcase into the house, leaving them neatly by the door to bring to their room later.

"Hello mr and mrs y/l/n!" Your boyfriend walked out of the living room and to the main hall where you and your parents stood. He smiled charmingly at the two, eager to make the best impression.

"Hello James." Your mother smiled politely at him, she gave him a quick kiss to his cheek in greeting.

"How are you?" Your dad was next to greet him, he offered his hand for James to shake.

"I'm doing well Mr Y/l/N, I can't complain." James said sincerely. Both your parents nodded and smiled politely.

A series of laughter and friendly competitive arguing suddenly came from the living room, it seemed your friends had finished another round of uno.

Your eyes lit up as you looked between your parents, who looked slightly confused. "I completely forgot to tell you!" You clapped your hands together, "my friends are here, I didn't know what time you guys were coming over at, but I'll let them know you're here, they'll be leaving soon-" you rambled on.

Suddenly your mother seemed very excited, she glanced up at her husband who smiled down at her knowingly.

"No, no, let them stay!" Your mother dismissed, "I want to meet them!"

"Really? Aren't you guys tired from the drive over?" You asked skeptically, unsure if they were being honest or just polite.

Your mother shook her head. "No, we've got a few hours left in us before we're ready for bed." Your dad reassured you.

You shrugged, glancing over to James. "If you guys are sure..."

Your mother smiled once again as she followed you and James into the living room, dragging your father with her who didn't refuse being pulled about.

Walking into the living room you were met with the sight of roughly ten of your friends gathered around the small coffee table, all sitting criss crossed on the carpet floor. There were coaches and armchairs behind them but everyone chose to sit on the floor, wanting to be closer.

On the coffee table there were uno cards stacked messily, some obviously put down in frustration and away from the main pile in the centre. Whilst they argued over people cheating, four of your other friends stood in the joint kitchen, cups of coffee and tea in their hands, the environment far more peaceful then in the living room.

"everyone!" You called over the screaming, "my parents have finally arrived!" You smiled.

Upon your announcement, everyone turned to look at you and your family. The yelling in the living room stopped as your friends turned slightly to look at the unfamiliar faces. Those that had been in the kitchen stepped into the living room to greet the newcomers.

Suddenly the raised voices that had been yelling accusations of cheating and lying, turned into welcoming greetings and introductions. Your friends all smiled and waved at your parents, who reciprocated the action, trying to process all the names that they were suddenly being told.

Your closest friend, Vivienne, walked over from the kitchen and embraced your mother in a warm hug, not having seen her in years. "I've missed you Maria!" She said excitedly to your mother.

"I've missed you too dear!" Your mother said, placing a comforting hand on the back of the younger girls head as she hugged her.

"did you finish building that workshop Jonathan?" Your other friend, Alex, stood from his spot on the floor, walking over to your dad and giving him a good hand shake. Alex had became victim to one of your dads passionate rants over the phone about the workshop he was building, despite never meeting in real life. Although Alex was mostly teasing, your dad smiled at him for remembering.

"its almost finished, I'll show you some pictures." Your dad said, following Alex into the kitchen. Your other friends, Quen, Natalie and Nat followed him. Not because they were any bit interested in the workshop or the pictures he had, but because they loved pestering your dad for stories from when he was in a boy band in the 80s. Especially because they would find ways to tease you about it.

Your dad had a habit of storytelling and reminiscing about the past, a habit your friends more than encouraged.

James soon followed where your dad had went to, always eager for his approval. Something your dad was completely oblivious too.

Some of your friends here had already met your parents and they had gotten close with them which warmed your heart. Your parents were incredibly kind and loved getting to know them.

Vivienne and Odessa stayed chatting with you and your mother, complimenting her outfit and how young she looked, making your mother a blushing mess. When the two girls left to go listen to your dad tell stories, your mother turned to you excitedly.

She leaned in closer, trying to keep her voice down but ultimately failing.

"So, which one is Billie?" She giggled excitedly, looking over at the three other people who were still huddled around the coffee table, tidying the uno cards back up.

Your eyes widened as your face reddened in embarrassment, your mother had spoken so loudly you were sure Billie had heard. "Mom!" You whisper yelled. You glanced nervously over at Billie, her back was towards you and you were relieved to see she hadn't reacted, continuing to pack up the game cards. Maybe she hadn't heard.

"what!" Your mother defended herself, her childish grin still on her face. "I want to finally meet the girl my daughter is always talking about, your father does too. I feel like i know her already from all the times you talk my ear off about her-"

You cut your mother off in embarrassment. "I do not- can we not do this right now?" You mumbled quickly. Your mother was quick to notice your nervousness and blushing face as the corners of your lips lifted slightly into a smile, no doubt you were flustered.

She looked at you knowingly. "Fine, fine." She raised her hands up in surrender, "but we want to meet her."

You rolled your eyes playfully, waving her off as you took a final glance at Billie before walking towards the kitchen. "Go out and stop dad from saying anything embarrassing, I'll get you your wine." You quickly excused yourself, not being able to hide your smile any longer.

You heard your mothers laugh behind you as you walked away.

Little did you know, Billie had heard everything, it was impossible not too. She bit her lip as she grinned to herself, tidying up the uno cards extra slow, wanting to hear more of you and your mothers conversation about her.

"I want to finally meet the girl my daughter is always talking about."

So you talked about her to your parents? Billie's heart leaped at the thought. She felt a blush of her own heat up her face as she put the cards back into the box. She felt giddy and excited at the thought, at the possibility that her feelings for you weren't one sided.

She heard you leave the kitchen and realized she was the only one left inside. Once the uno cards were out back in their original place she began making her way to the back garden where everyone was sitting around on the outside chairs and couches, listening instantly to one of your fathers stories that everyone enjoyed listening to.

Once she walked outside all eyes were on her. It was a feeling Billie had grown accustomed to, being in the public eye for most of her life, but something about feeling your stare on her made her nervous.

She looked over to your mother Maria first, who's eyes sparkled knowingly.

Then she looked to you as you stood from you seat in-between Quen and Odessa. You walked over slowly to her, your sweet scent invading her senses, not that she minded.

A jolt of electricity ran through Billie's veins as you gently placed your hand on her arm. You smiled shyly at her, a smile that meant everything to her.

You looked over to your parents, beckoning them over. "Mom, dad, this is Billie." You said quietly, nervously.

Your moms entire face lit up as she looked between you and Billie.

Quickly she rushed forward, pulling Billie into a warm hug. "Billie, it is wonderful to finally meet you!" The older woman smiled, elated to finally meet her.

"and you mrs y/l/n!" Billie chuckled, relaxing into the woman's embrace, her nerves vanishing.

Your mother pulled away from the hug, frowning playfully at Billie. "Call me Maria." She insisted.

"and you can call me John." Your father walked up behind your mother, pulling Billie into a small hug of his own.

Billie smiled gratefully at their kindness. "Very nice to meet you, John and Maria."

The two parents exchanged pleased smiles, almost a proud look on their faces.

Your parents returned to their seats and a conversation started up again with all your friends, your boyfriend and your parents.

You had to admit from watching that entire exchange you found it weird. James was your boyfriend and yet neither of your parents gave him their wish for him to address them by their first names. Your dad had hugged Billie whilst gave James a courtly shake of the hand, the same with your mother, she had hugged Billie but only gave James a quick peck on the cheek.

You remained standing beside Billie, in a daze of confusion but also relief that everything had gone well and your parents were finally here.

Billie turned to you, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear, "you talk about me to your parents?" She asked mischievously with a smirk, refering to your previous conversation. Obviously she had gained a bigger eggo from your parents enthusiasm and insistence on meeting her.

You felt butterflies in your stomach as you returned to your previous flustered state. You bit the inside of your cheek to restrain your grin. You hated that she had heard that entire conversation, knowing Billie would never let it go. Though secretly you were glad Billie had heard.

"shut up." You laughed making Billie's grin widen.

Knowing you were blushing and not wanting to give Billie more things to tease you about, you turned to walk back to the rest of the group.

Your heart sped up when you felt Billie take your hand in hers, intertwining your fingers and letting you lead her wherever you wanted, her smirk never once falling.

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[billieeilishdaily]

BILLIE EILISH | 67th Grammy Awards (2025)

[thebluediner]

part 2

warning: smut

you eyes intently watch her like she's prey. she breaks out in an awkward laugh realising she never even bought you a present.

in her defense she wasn't exactly invited by you but by your sister but still she felt kind of bad. she was about to apologise right when charli started laughing and playfully patting billie.

"she's joking. she's not fond of birthday presents at her parties " charli explained while poking her sister as an attempt warn her about teasing billie.

"doesn't matter what I'm fond of I want one from you" you spoke over the music your eyes still on billie.

"where do you expect her to get it from " charli defends her friend making billie laugh at you sisters

"it's closer than you think. just think outisde the box " you lean forward whispering to billie before putting back your shades and excusing yourself.

billie watches you walk away with a smile that she tries to hide by bitting her lip. she knew what you meant by think outside the box.

so when she tries to find a bathroom but bumps into you, instead ,she knows exactly what to do.

in a matter of seconds your frame was seated on the sink, you legs hanging off, watching billie shut the door and locking it.

your hands tugged at her hair making sure to tighten it as you watched her get on her knees opening your legs wide. your first moan slips out your head tilting back leaning onto the mirror.

your skin was on fire anticipating when her lips were gonna be on your skin. your core was flooding by the second. aching to be touched by her.

the touch you've been anticipating finally happens when she pushes oast the mere fabric you called a miniskirt going to your panties and putting them aside.

her finger draggs between your wet folds making you cry out with your mouth agape.

"your this wet for me already princess " her voice low and mocking states before her face presses onto your pussy outting pressure on it.

you whine squirming with your hips pushing forward wanting all the pressure it can get. the music outisde of the bathroom was fading and only the cries of moans were the focus.

you couldn't help it .you swore you were going to squirt in her face before she even starts. your head tried to narrow it down to the fact that your were high and drunk so you body was just being needy but fuck her touch made you feral.

while you're in a haze you're panties came out fully giving billie access to your needy cunt. her soft lipa meet yours in a frenzy and she latches her tongue onto your clit.

dragging it and prodding the bud making your breath hitch and stammer. your moans sounded like a broken harmony with how it shocked you.

her lips started to suck and lick your plumb folds making you call out all the biblical names you knew , god , jesus and the holy spirit.

her mouth on your pussy felt to otherworldly you were sure it was heavily influenced by the fact you were still intoxicated. you pushed your head against the mirror smudging it with the products of your hair just from the pleasure.

a loud cry comes out when she adds a finger you weren't expecting and another awful one follows when she adds another curling them in you and dragging out the orgasm from you.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck yes " you cry out nodding at her approach of fucking you. god you felt it coming. billie's fingers were moving like crazy along with the sensation of her mouth on your flesh.

your pussy started clenching around her fingers almost a couple of minutes later. she could feel your hole get tighter around her fingers causing her to smile against your cunt making you bang your head against the mirror at the pleasure.

you hips instantly clench shut suffocating billie between them. she hums at your action making it vibrate against your clit . that was all she needed to do for you to come undone.

a harsh cracked cry escape from you the minute your legs start to tremble. the grip you had on her hair gets tighter as you pull her closer riding out your high against her mouth.

it took a while for your legs to weaken and slump down finally releasing billie from your locked hips.

when she appears from below you she had a playful smirk playing on her lips that were glistening with your juices.

"how was that for a birthday present " she asked but doesn't get her answer because you pull her by her neck into a heated kiss.

the same kiss that makes billie whimper at its passionate energy. your legs wrap around around billie's waist locking her close to you. billie's hands grip your waist pulling you closer whole your hands tangle into her hair.

"that was fucking amazing " you confess when the kiss breaks. your eyes lock onto hers watching them crinkle when she smiles at your praise.

[yandere-wishes]

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⋆｡‧˚˚ Yandere!Acolyte Men x Reader ˚˚‧｡⋆

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✩彡 Master Sol - Bittersuite | استاد سول

I can't fall in love with you.

He's choking on his guilt again. Scorching memories reciting hymns of fire and black smoke. He can not love, he can not pine, his romances always end in doom. End in bitter blood drenching stars and ghosts scattered across solar systems. Sol can not love you, he must not love you. You're safer out of his reach.

L'amour de ma vie.

He wants to be the one, etching galaxies across your heart and spilling stars into your bones with every kiss. Your smile dips his world in midday pink, all roses and sun blooms. Your voice trails after him, haunting halls and abandoned training rooms. Your name sticks inside his throat, sticky caramel abrading his tongue to be let loose. Love of his life.

Love so bittersweet.

There are other universes, he likes to think, where his mistakes are little and he has the right to hold you in his arms. You call out to him during missions, all epithets and formality, he longs to hear to say 'Sol'. just 'Sol'.

Longs to kiss you in the dark where his memories can't reach him. You're so bittersweet…

"(Y/n)…"

⭒⭒✮ Yord Fandar - Halley’s Comet | یورد فندار

I don't want it.

He chews on the thought of you, sour under his tongue. He watches you parry under the stars, saber humming orthodox hymns. He can spill lies from his lips like coronal rain. But the confession never sticks, he shouldn't want this, want you.

And I don't want to want you.

In his dreams he's more honest, leaving a galaxy of love bites across the vast expansion of your essence. Kissing the dark corners of your eyes and sucking tenderly on the pearls of your spine, open-mouthed when he reaches your nape. Curling fingers in the nebula of your hair. You sing his name so freely it has him seeing stars.

But you're all it takes to break a promise.

He kisses you, against the temple wall, drinking in your devotion like elysian ichor. The stars in your eyes explode, whispering tenets between each breath. He feels the force reverberating between your bones, holy, ethereal. This is wrong, fundamentally, spiritual, he doesn't want to want you…But he has to.

"I, I need you."

༻｡｡☾ Qimir - Bossa Nova | قیمیر

Love when it makes you lose your bearings.

His love is an asteroid field, cataclysmic and labyrinthine, always dodging bullets aimed point blank at tattered hearts. He's always caught wondering who's truly lost. You or him. Swimming through wandering stars and pretending it's just a force-willed romance. But love doesn't lie to keep one compliant. Caging you between quasars and stella novae.

Some information is not for sharing.

"Eyes down, you've not yet earned to see my face"

You obey, little lamb that you are. Eyes tracing the ebony of his boots. He wonders if he should tell you, grasp your chin, and force his mask off. Shatter your world with his eyes. But you're too cute like this, pining after your master and playing little lovers with Qimir. It's torture most sweetly, he traces the crown of your hair with metal instead of lips, whispering sabbath shibboleths into your head. His love is red in every way.

A lot can change in twenty seconds. A lot can happen in the dark.

The cave is pitch dark, hidden from prying moonlight. It's in the dark that Sith revel in the dark that they renew. Qimir knows some things can only be confessed in blood. That's why he pushes the jagged edges of stars between your lips. Apex of your throat in hand forcing you beneath him. You giggle stardust as he marrs your bones, kissing cuts and open wounds. He lets his mask slide off, to the tune of your heartbeat. Savoring its clank and all it entails. Your shock and fear taste delicious on his tongue as does your fruitless struggle. He kisses you again all passion and possession. He likes you better when you taste of horror and shattered realities.

"You belong to me..."

✧࿐ Torbin - Birds of a Feather | توربین

We should stick together.

You pull him through the temple, laughing as you run away from another angry master. Torbin follows lovestruck, he sees peace in your eyes, in your smile. Hears it in the candance of your voice. He kisses your knuckles when you beat him at saber practice and passes you heart-shaped sticky notes during lessons. He wants to be here with you forever. Together in an eternal blush.

 I'd never think I wasn't better alone.

He whispers your name between breaths, kissing each syllable. He traces your face in the stars, cursing the remote planets he's been sent to. He misses you, but the phrase is never quite worded right, his master can never know, never understand the rhyme behind his eagerness.

Home, home, home. He repeats the words with frantic reverence. Home is where the lights paint you in their heavenly glow. Where you hold his hand and kiss fireflies across his cheek. Home is you, it's always been you…

I'll love you 'til the day that I die.

You trace the scar across his eye, dejected. Torbin kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in your presence. He made it back to you, that's all that matters. Not the witches or the massacred planet. Not the disappointment of his master or Sol's new apprentice. You're the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that has ever mattered.

"Stay with me forever my love."

Happy final week of the Acolyte!! It's been a great 7 weeks ~💜

[megameatymatt]

I CAN'T, I NEED HER🧎‍♀️‍➡️

[myebayblog]

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[buffetlicious]

Dinner is three different affairs with each eating his/her own meal. Sis had Sweet & Sour Pork Rice (咕噜肉饭) with an added fried egg. Mum went with the Singapore Fried Noodles (星洲米粉) with shrimps, char siu, bean sprouts, egg and vegetable. Both packed meals came from the Tze Char (煮炒) stall.

I went to the Economy Rice (菜饭) stall to choose my own dishes. Picked a portion of okra & dried chilli stir-fry, crispy ikan bilis (dried anchovies) & crunchy peanuts with something that resembled a much redder version of the sweet & sour pork which I found enjoyable.

[falling-star-cygnus]

HE HAS LITTLE SPURS ON HIS GUNS GUYS

[golyadkin]

Nothing but trouble since I met you