#c: dilara

[martinthea]

"My point exactly," Thea agreed with a chuckle as she put the last of her things away and joined her roomie in the kitchen. "White. There's always time for red later." She grabbed a bottle from the fridge and uncorked it. "That doesn't sound great. Elaborate please." Thea knew better than anyone how tedious routine could get after awhile. She was the type of person that wanted to see progress, that wanted to feels like things were moving forward. The reality was that things happened slowly for most people, herself included.

@dilaraxosman

[bebemoon]

Top 5 shows of ss24, GO!

elena velez - easily, for looks as well as theatrics (and muddy runway)

undercover - can't beat those glowing terrarium "skirts" with a stick

palomo spain - ultra femme looks on all-male model cast, need i say more

maison margiela - trashbag lampshade 50's mannequin strut couture absolut

prada - purely for the curtain of dripping pink slime

[just-foster]

—Starter for @deexkaplan Location: Pie Numbers

They hadn't gotten their timing quite lined up... Phoebe had called in the order, and Foster was supposed to pick it up on his way home from work, but when he got to the pizzeria, they informed him his order wasn't ready yet. He didn't want to blame the workers, who had a hard enough job as it was, but he was tired and hungry, and the idea of waiting around an extra 20 minutes had him feeling a little... grumpy.

Lock Misty in the bathroom. I'm enacting emergency naked dinner.

He sent off the text and looked up from his phone, unintentionally making eye contact with... Dilara Kaplan. Foster had a lot of reasons not to like the woman — her family's affiliation with his father for one; the fact that she broke Leon's heart as a second. But he couldn't exactly play off eye contact, so he was forced to fake a quick smile and a head tilt in greeting. Please be busy, please be busy. God, please be busy!

[theoastor]

closed starter for @dilara-kr

location: dee’s place

After stopping by at Medusa for a little and having a few drinks, Theo called it an early night and headed home, waking up early and going for a run when he'd noticed Jesse leaving on his way back inside. His eyebrow raised at the sight, not thinking much of it besides being happy that Dee seemed to be having fun. After having a shower, Theo made his way into the main house, entering the kitchen with a smile, his hair still a bit damp and combed back. "Good morning, Dilara. You have a good night?" he asked.

[bellstrum]

Dilara. Benny nods at first, pausing to mentally comment how he's never heard a name like that before. Must not be from around here. He almost misses the way she said her name, disappointed (if he squinted), especially after noting that she remembered his. A part of him felt guilty for not remembering her name when Dell had introduced her, certainly now that he knew how she felt about it. Benny wants to apologize but finds it difficult to say it outright. It wasn't on purpose, and it was hard getting over that. Instead, he watches her take her glass as she thanks him one last time, his gaze softening when she says she won't forget her debt. It was hardly one, he notes, watching her exit the kitchen. Benny sighs when he turns behind him, a few of the kitchen crew shaking their heads with a grin. Rolling his eyes, he passes them, but not before stealing one final glance at Dilara through the kitchen window.

Dilara didn't know whether to be offended over the fact that he couldn't remember her name and clearly had no idea who she was, or relieved over the fact that she could fly under the radar with at least some of the town, meaning it was less likely that her little situation could be exposed in the papers. She had a million and one back up reasons devised, but it certainly made it easier not to have to explain herself every five seconds. "—Dilara," she finally answers, turning towards the cabinet to grab herself a glass of water. Safe to say she was feeling dehydrated between this shift and her lack of sleep. "And you're Benny. I remembered." She offered him a tight smile; after all, she couldn't let him get away without knowing she was a little sour he'd forgotten. "In any case, I better get back out there if I want to keep my job. Thank you again for this. I won't forget that I owe you one."

[azranadir]

closed for @dilara-kr

location: pearl hotel ballroom

"Look at you with the titty action," she comments as Dilara takes a seat next to her. She hasn't seen the older in a while, but the revealing outfit, despite the blazer to go with it, looks as though she's changed since that asshole of an ex-husband was out of the picture. Azra was happy to see that she was looking better. "I approve... if you take off that ugly ass blazer. What's with you and the business attire? First it was the festival and now this? Clearly you have a hot body to show off underneath."

[junhorhee]

closed for @dilara-k

location: her home

He's admittedly been a bit over the place since the aftermath of the engagement party. Trying to be there for anyone, while grappling with the "truth" himself. There's far too much going on, and he wonders how his life went from being only about work to this. Hooking up with one girl, staying at another's place after her brother was arrested. The same girl who broke up with him years ago without ever explaining why. Running into a former, now current co-worker that also happened to be the first girl's ex-husband. Jun's brain hurt thinking about it. But he did care, and maybe it was a problem he'd never stop happening, remembering how Dilara had been at the engagement, and a big part of him wanted to check on her. It's why he finds himself back at her place, setting down a few takeout bags on her kitchen counter. "I hope it's okay, I got a bit of everything, whatever the hostess said was popular," He says, figuring Italian food was always a safe bet.

[kyleyangs]

closed for @dilara-k

location: spirits

"What's up, stranger," Kyle lets out with a sigh, sliding next to Dilara at the bar. They haven't spoken in far too long, mainly because for a while, he didn't have it in him to reach out to people. But it doesn't take long for him to hear that Cam is back in town too, even if he has no reason to talk to him and had only heard because he'd been at the hospital so often. His mind went to his friend, if they were even that. "You talked to him yet?" he asks, figuring that she must know he's back too, ordering himself a drink in the midst of their interaction.

[reyhan-sahir]

—Starter for @dilaraxbaysal Location: Reyhan's apartment

"Fuck," Reyhan exclaimed, picking up the card and leafing through her book. "The page of wands — that means.... he's like independent, an innovator, a leader. So I guess that means... you are one? Or no- shit..." Did it mean she was the page, or that she had a page figure in her life? With Halloween coming up, she had decided to get into tarot readings, but clearly she still had a long way to go. "I dunno, I'm gonna say you are one, because that sounds nicer."

[ethanwaynee]

w. @thedilaraosman

Após o desafio Ethan procurou por Dilara. Nenhum dos dois haviam gramado e ele se quer sabia que ela teria escolhido como seu post para i encontro mas ele Reis escolhido ela. Talvez não tivesse tantos motivos sim para a escola, mas eles haviam conversado apenas uma vez por apenas alguns minutos e ele queria conhecê-la mais só não havia se aproximado antes porque ele estivesse sempre acompanhada e como um bom tímido ele não havia se aproximado, mas agora ela estava ali, sentada do lado de fora da casa, naquele final de tarde, sozinha. Era sua chance. — Hey Dilara. - Ele cumprimentou com um sorriso, meu hesitante. — Tá o-ocupada? - Perguntou agora um pouco nervoso ao observar que perguntou o óbvio. Ela não parecia nada ocupada. — Quero di-dizer… Quer dar uma volta?

[jaeleess]

closed starter for @dilaraxosman​

location: the pet doctor

With life seeming to go a bit back to normal, day by day, it was natural to fall back into old habits, work related or not. Though, it was nice to have some company at work, especially on the days when it was quiet and Jae had stuck back to check on all the overnight pets. Dilara helping him out at the vet wasn't anything strange for the two of them, Jae appreciating the help. “It's been a while since you've been around here,” he replied with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

[bellstrum]

Benny wondered if he was jumping the gun. He had hosted a party or two for his chosen family at Ruby's, and people came over all the time. He's used to having company as much as he's used to having none. Still, he was well aware the conditions he was inviting Dilara over were out of the ordinary. Regardless, he supposed this would've happened sooner or later. If Dilara was as awful of a cook as she claims she is, Benny would've caught her taking food home from Ruby's sooner or later. He was sure that even then, he'd offer his help. Their only difference would be forcing her to watch over his shoulder as he cooks an egg while they work rather than inviting her into his home. He couldn't deny that the conditions were unusual, but that didn't make him want help any less.

He does hear her question, even pondering it for a moment. He's been asked that before, but Benny doesn't answer right away. When he hears that she walked, he nods over to his glacier-blue Chevy truck, indicating for her to follow. "Come on," he moves, placing their groceries in the back of his pickup.

Benny knows he's being too quiet for the gesture he made. A normal person would've probably talked more than he did to reassure the other they were truly okay with taking time to do this. He probably would've if Dilara was anyone else. Except, she wasn't. He barely knew her. The only thing he did know was that she was nice and that she only rolled her eyes when she thought no one was looking. He smiles, remembering the times he's caught her, looking over to her as they get situated in his car. Starting up the engine, Benny checks his mirrors. "I didn't," he answers, finally. "Think I wanted to be a baker, I mean."

That was the thing about Dilara.. she was so accustomed to hiding behind a facade and taking on the role of another that she often found herself in a web of lies, unable to break free and finding it difficult to keep up. It was probably why she found it challenging to be close to others, knowing the risks of them catch on sooner or later. It was easier to maintain a surface level relationship with others.. maybe that's why she'd liked Hollywood so much. Maybe the shallow elationships allowed her to protect herself from others seeing the real her. Who even was she?! The age old question. "Such an unfortunate circumstance but.. you know, silly old me. I guess it's lucky they never put me in the kitchen at Ruby's," she smirks, toddling out the grocery store after him. Was this seriously happening? Benny Hellstrom, buying her groceries and offering to make her a real meal? For free?!

Dilara couldn't help but wonder what his house would be like. She didn't know much about Benny at all, but the mystery surrounding him enticed her. He so often kept to himself, she often wished she could do the same. Who was he outside of being a baker at Ruby's Diner? The curiousity was practically eating away at her. And wasn't it so ironic that she did everything she could to be a locked vault when it came to others knowing the true her, yet she was a complete nosy nelly when it came to knowing another's personal business. "Are you saying that string cheese isn't healthy? Come on, Hellstrom. Cheese is cheese!" She didn't take offence to what he said, knowing he had purer intentions than most. It was easy to spot coming from where she did; deciphering who was genuine and who was not. "Did you always know you wanted to be a baker?" Stunted by his next question, Dilara put on a fake smile, coming up with yet another quick excuse. "Well, actually, I uh.. walked here. Exercise, you know? It's good for you.." Not entirely untrue. Better than admitting she didn't have a car and had zero driving skills.

[allyalbernathy]

w. @henrydryden @thedilaraosman

after midnight, sala de jogos

Era tarde da noite e muito provavelmente a maioria de seus colegas, se não todos, haviam ido dormir, Alejandra porém estava inquieta. Até mesmo tentou ir pra cama, colocou o pijama, escovou os dentes, mas levantou dez minutos após dar deitar e notar que não conseguiria dormir de forma alguma. Sua cabeça estava cheia e tudo aquilo que ela vinha lhe dando nas últimas semanas estavam demais, estava lhe sufocando. Entrará naquele programa uma pessoa com certos pensamentos e convicções, com uma intenção completamente diferente, mas agora sentia-se mudada, sentia-se diferente. Não sabia exatamente o que havia mudado ou por que ou em que, mas ela já não era a mesma. A tensão e intensidade que aquele dias de confinamento causavam eram demais pra Albernathy que estava acostumada com a pressão do dia a dia de um trabalho estressante. Estava na sala de jogos andando de um lado para o outro, respirando com dificuldade pois se sentia sufocada. Parou de frente para a tabela de dardos e começou a arranca-los do alvo com certa brutalidade. Não reparou que encarará o alvo sem nem piscar por diversos segundos, o que fizera seus olhos secarem e lacrimejarem para serem umedecidos, ardendo e dando a impressão de que ela chorava. Chorar, era só o que lhe faltava. — Merda! Merda! Merda! - Praguejou, se afastou e começou a atirar um a um no alvo. — Ughr, maravilha agora tô falando sozinha também. - Mais um, e mais outro. Sentia-se — Por que diabos eu vim pra cá? Maldita hora. - Suas respiração apenas se intensificaram, conforme os pensamentos sobre tudo o que havia acontecido desde que entrou no programa a atingiu diversas vezes, cada dardo que ela lançava era um pensamento ou memória. Nathan estivera two certo sobre ela, tão malditamente certo. — Ridículo. - Ela trincou os de rês. Ela estava com medo, e agora estava aterrorizada por admitir isso. Estava vulnerável e como neta de um militar, vulnerabilidade era uma fraqueza que poderia ser usada contra você. Merda! Ela usava contra seus oponentes a no trabalho.

[junhorhee]

closed for @dilara-kr

location: pearl hotel ballroom

Despite the past week, Jun figured the best thing he could do right now was attempt to enjoy himself. He'd have to thank Levi and Mei for the open bar, having a drink feeling like the safe option right now. And sitting with Dilara, knowing they'd both lost people close to them was a comfort. Though when he'd gone and head ordered the same drink as her before questioning it, the first sip had him pausing for a moment. "What's this drink called again?" he asked, holding back a reaction to the sour taste and instead letting out a laugh.

[ethanwaynee]

w. @thedilaraosman

— Não vou perguntar como se sente porque eu no seu lugar estaria me sentindo péssimo, seria ridículo esperar que você estivesse feliz da vida. - Ele começou ao parar de frente para Dilara sentada sozinha no sofá da sala. — Se quiser falar sobre o assunto, estou aqui pra te ouvir ou pode usar meu ombro pra chorar. Mas… - Ele voltou a falar com um pequeno sorriso. Se inclinou para ela e segurou nas mãos da morena. — Não ou deixar que fique triste por muito tempo, não sem lutar por um sorriso antes. - E com isso puxou ela delicadamente pelas mãos, para que ela se levantasse. Puxou-a para a cozinha e a colocou sentada na banqueta de frente para onde ele trabalharia. Era cedo e quase ninguém havia acordado ainda. — Minha avó sempre diz que não há nada melhor no mundo do que a comida para afastar a tristeza, principalmente os doces. - Disse enquanto pegava os ingredientes começando a trabalhar na preparação do café da manhã. — Eu acho que ela está certa e espero que você esteja com fome. - Disse servindo um copo de suco de laranja para menos.

[bebemoon]

major arcana looks: THE FOOL | vintage art deco buttery gold silk empire-waist dress, madomorpho harlequin mesh gloves, madomorpho clown colllar, dilara findikoglu customisable pearl belt in gold (w/ 'f' 'o' 'o' 'l' initial charms added by me<3), fairuza balk's arm tattoos, madomorpho harlequin circus mesh bodysuit, vivienne westwood black wool bicorn hat w/ gold tassel (a/w 1981), gyouree kim "pixie" heels, {beauty} pat mcgrath for maison margiela couture spring 2o24, vintage glass figural clown perfume bottle (c. 192o-3o's), simone rocha mini bell charm hoop earrings