#like since when did romance became synonym of love at first sight

[stormyoceans]

seeing people wondering if the trainee is even a BL and saying it's boring just because there hasn't been any overly romantic moment between jane and ryan once again reminded me of how wildly different my taste is compared to the majority of the fandom like sorry but an actual slow burn with the characters falling in love as they get to know each other >>>>>>>>>>> everything else

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Dilan Ulusoy

Name: Dilan Ulusoy

Date of Birth: April 5th, 1992

Age: 29

Gender/Pronouns: Cis woman / She / Her

Occupation: Architect

Hometown: Manhattan, New York

Length of time in King’s Head Harbor: 1 month

Faceclaim: Hande Erçel

BIOGRAPHY (Trigger Warning: None)

At 2:15am Dilan arrived into the world, just minutes before her twin brother Demir and a couple years after their older sibling, announcing her new presence through loud cries that her father sometimes likes to joke the whole block the hospital was on could hear. While the twins had been a surprise for a couple reasons, both in the fact that their parents hadn’t exactly been trying at the time, plus finding out there’d be two new additions. That certainly didn’t hinder on the happiness that came in the expansion of their little family. Born to Hakan and Elif Ulusoy; her father originally hailing from Istanbul, Turkey, where their last name in known widely, throughout the country itself, thanks to her grandfather’s empire of various business ventures. Hakan decided to come to the states in pursuance of medical school, now currently a renowned plastic surgeon specializing in cosmetic and emergency practice. While her mother Elif, came from more humble beginnings, whose parents immigrated to Queens from Bursa for a new start and chance at better opportunities. The woman serving as Chief Physicist in a lab just outside of the city.

Safe to say thanks to her parents careers Dilan and her siblings, which eventually also included a younger one to round off six, never went without. Though were always also instilled with the lesson of being grateful for everything they’d been fortunate enough to have. While traditional values weren’t inherently seeped into their home, her parents still made sure to surround their children with the culture they derived from. And in truth, growing up in a life surrounded by luxury was something that so much appealed to her, more so as she got older. Of course it’d be a lie to say it hadn’t come with plenty of benefits, but unlike her peers, her life didn’t revolve around exclusivity and material possessions. The downside however, was her parents schedules keeping them both incredibly busy, they tried to be around as much as possible, but a good portion of the time the children were raised by a nanny. To a small degree as a child, it disappointed Dilan especially on days she’d come home from grade school particularly excited to tell them about a painting she made or what they did. But glad at least to have her siblings around, especially her twin who was also her best friend.

Growing up she was a very curious and precocious child, after all being raised in a place like New York City there was plenty surrounding her to be intrigued by, every week it seemed she found something new to preoccupy her mind with. Whether it was watching and wanting to learn from the chef her parents hired a few times a week, the various paintings collected that hung around the walls of their home making her interested in art. Or the small library in her father’s office, while filled mainly with medical books, still contained a wealth of knowledge. Excelled academically, more so in areas such as math, science and art, after all, she and her siblings were also raised on the ideal to strive for their best and fullest potential. Socially; the more outwardly laid back demeanor she kept to made it easy for others to flock towards her and form friendships. Wouldn’t have called herself anywhere close to ‘It Girl’ but typically was seen in school running with a circle of what most would call a high form of popularity. She also had quick wit that got her scolded by many teachers she challenged and very rarely into fights. Like a viper ready to strike, mainly verbally yet when the situation truly called for it she wouldn’t be opposed to using her hands, especially if it was in defense of anyone she considered close.

High school also became a time of exploration within herself, in terms of her sexuality, finding that she had a growing attraction to other girls in school. A confusing time of figuring out whether it was simply a physical allure, or something felt deeper, and come her junior year it became very clear that it was the latter. With a mixture of anxiousness and wanting to just rip the band-aid off, she casually came out to her family one night during dinner while they were having their ‘weekly roundup’ talking about the highs and lows and what happened, that her father mandated as a way to keep close and spend more time together. It was definitely an unexpected ‘bomb drop’, so to speak, and after a moment she was met with mixed reactions, her siblings being the most supportive, while Hakan a bit befuddled still expressed he loved her all the same. Elif however, took a bit more time before openly acknowledging Dilan’s bisexuality. Not that she was completely against it, but being raised with the idea that it was taboo kept the woman at an impasse. Thanks to the help of her family and making an effort to learn about the community, the two of them were able to talk and Elif has since been more widely accepting.

Graduated at the top of her class, with quite a few options for university at her disposal, she ended up selecting MIT almost as soon as they granted her acceptance, majoring in Architecture. Another upside to coming from a place like New York, was the various different buildings and structures that littered the city, some having her in awe from a design and engineering standpoint. And why her move to Boston also went fairly smooth, the only adjustment she needed to get used to was not having her family around as much, though having independent qualities certainly helped to ease things and luckily just a 5 hour drive or 1 hour flight away. Worked tirelessly to ensure she kept her streak of academic excellence, even putting together a thesis that technically hadn’t been required of undergraduates. Obtained her Bachelor of Science and despite receiving a job offer from her current internship, Dilan set her sights abroad deciding instead to gain even more experience with an acclaimed firm in Paris. So soon enough, she found herself packing up and bound for the city of lights.

Far more of a change and culture shock than her initial move, but nevertheless steadily acclimated to Parisian life, more so focusing on the reason she’d gone in the first place, designing beautiful structures and securing a name for herself in the industry. Though leave it to a place that boasted a synonymousness nature with romance to somehow ensnare the girl who wasn’t the type to fall so easily. A whirlwind of passion that burned brightly, with a man named Alessandro, who painted a realm of possibilities together that she hadn’t ever envisioned before, and would for the next couple years ahead. At least until her parents growing disdain for the relationship began to dampen things, as much as she held firm on the love she knew, eventually doubt seeped deep enough to cloud her judgement, eventually winning. One day an abrupt decision had Dilan on a train back to New York and heartbreak left in the wake.

After settling in her home city once again, she took a bit of time to pull herself from a state of sadness before returning to work, this time as an independent, curating a loyal group of clientele while planning to open up her own firm. Something that was made possible sooner thanks to a friend of her family, who’d been in a career of real estate development. Investing in more of a relaxed partner capacity, allowing her to take much of the reigns as head architect and interior designer, dubbing the firm Nazlı Design, taken from her middle name. With a small group of upcoming and seasoned professionals on board they were able to grow from residential to commercial architecture as well, and becoming award winning within the last year. Thus why she finds herself in King’s Head Harbor now and for the past month, working on a project and has enjoyed her time in town enough to buy a home and contemplate expanding another office nearby.

PERSONALITY

+ Innovative, Resolute, Passionate -  Fastidious, Temperamental, Enigmatic

WRITTEN BY Admin Ari

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Entertainment heat wave is coming this summer: What to watch for | Entertainment

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Entertainment heat wave is coming this summer: What to watch for | Entertainment

Remember 2019, when hot girl summer became a motto for living with confidence?

Well, with life getting closer to normal and vaccines nudging the pandemic into — fingers crossed — the rear-view mirror, 2021’s entertainment calendar for the next few months has a similar mood.

Call it a hot everything summer.

Blockbuster movies are returning to theaters. Live concerts are set to resume. Television and streaming shows are back to being a nice part of the mix, not a sole entertainment lifeline. And with travel heating up again, beach books can actually be read on a faraway beach.

To navigate this soaring heat index for fun, here is a list of recommendations that are sunny, breezy, steaming and sizzling. You get the idea.

Hot Jeff Daniels summer

Michigan’s resident acting great always keeps it real — remember his plaid dad shirt at February’s virtual Golden Globes? His latest project evokes his home state’s ethos of blue-collar endurance. “American Rust,” a nine-episode series premiering Sept. 12 on Showtime, stars Daniels as the police chief of a Rust-Belt Pennsylvania town who is feeling “ticked off and kind of jumpy” when a murder investigation tests his loyalties. If the preview looks a bit like HBO’s gritty “Mare of Easttown,” that’s a very good thing.

Hot goofy summer

In real life, metro Detroit native Tim Robinson could be a calm, collected guy. But as a sketch comedian, he’s made an art form out of wildly overreacting to life’s little embarrassments. “I Think You Should Leave,” his mini-masterpiece Netflix show, is back July 6 with a second season. Besides brilliantly making himself the butt of the jokes, Robinson always remembers his hometown friends. Let’s hope for repeat appearances by his pals like “Detroiters” co-star Sam Richardson and Troy’s own Oscar nominee, Steven Yeun.

Hot retro Motor City summer

The Detroit of the mid-1950s comes alive in director Steven Soderbergh’s “No Sudden Move,” available July 1 on HBO Max. The crime drama starring Don Cheadle, David Harbour, Benicio del Toro, Jon Hamm and more is about some low-level criminals given a simple assignment that draws them into a mystery that stretches to the heights of the automotive industry’s power structure. The film was shot last year in Detroit under strict COVID-19 safety measures, because Soderbergh, who filmed 1998’s “Out of Sight” here, would accept no other city as a substitute.

Hot road trip summer

Six years ago, a young waitress from Detroit created a viral Twitter thread about a bizarre journey she took to Florida with a new friend to do some freelance stripping. It was as compelling as a novel and as vivid as a movie. Cut to June 30 when “Zola” hits theaters starring Taylour Page and Riley Keough. It’s a comedy and a thriller that defies expectations and makes J-Lo’s “Hustlers” seem mild. Director Janicza Bravo and screenplay co-writer Jeremy O. Harris have created a raunchy adventure that still respects A’Ziah (Zola) King as a strong woman and original writing voice.

Hot action dad summer

Yes, Matt Damon is now old enough to play a Liam Neeson-esque outraged father out for justice. In “Stillwater,” Damon is a worker for an Oklahoma oil rig who must travel to France to try and clear his daughter (Abigail Breslin) of murder charges. Think “Taken,” if it were a serious drama directed and co-written by Tom McCarthy of “Spotlight” fame. It comes out July 30, just in time to make Damon’s fans from his “Good Will Hunting” days feel ancient.

Hot reboot summer

It has been almost a decade since “Gossip Girl” ended its run, which is way too long to be without fashion tips from impossibly beautiful rich kids. The newly reimagined “Gossip Girl” on HBO Max arrives July 8 with some notable improvements, like the inclusiveness of its cast of newcomers. But it’s bringing back the original narrator, Kristen Bell (who grew up in Huntington Woods), as the voice of the title character with the hidden identity.

Hot sweating summer

Sweating is a bodily function, but what exactly is it all about? “The Joy of Sweat: The Strange Science of Perspiration,” out July 13, will explore the biology, history and marketing behind the moisture that makes us glow (to use a polite term). It covers everything from the role of stress in sweat to deodorant research that involves people who can sniff out, literally, the effectiveness of a product. Since the New York Times recommended the book as one of its 24 summer reads, you know that author Sarah Everts did sweat the details.

Hot Olympic star summer

The 2021 Tokyo Games, which run July 23-Aug. 8, will feature the world’s best gymnast, Simone Biles. She still enjoys competing, but quarantining gave her some time to improve her work-life balance, as she told Glamour for its June cover story (which comes with a dazzling photo spread of Biles). “Before I would only focus on the gym. But me being happy outside the gym is just as important as me being happy and doing well in the gym. Now it’s like everything’s coming together.” For the 24-year-old GOAT, the sky — or, maybe, gravity — is the limit.

Hot variety show summer

“What percentage of white women do you hate? And there is a right answer.” That was among the questions posed by internet sensation Ziwe to her first guest, Fran Lebowitz, on the current Showtime series that carries her name. Combining interviews, sketches and music, “Ziwe” deploys comedy to illuminate America’s awkwardness on issues of race and politics. The results are hilarious, so find out about Ziwe now before her next project arrives, a scam-themed comedy for Amazon called “The Nigerian Princess.”

Hot ice road summer

Take the driving skills of the reality series “Ice Road Truckers” and add one stoic dose of Liam Neeson and you’ve got “The Ice Road,” which premiered Friday on Hulu. The adventure flick involves a collapse in a diamond mine, the miners trapped inside and the man (Neeson) who’s willing to steer his ginormous rig over frozen water to attempt a rescue mission. Crank up the AC temporarily!

Hot kindness summer

There is a better way to be a human being, and he shares a name with an Apple TV+ series. “Ted Lasso,” the fish-out-of-water sitcom about an American football coach (Jason Sudeikis) who’s drafted to lead a British soccer team returns for a second season on July 23 —the date that Lasso fans will resume their efforts to be more empathetic and encouraging, just like Ted. Only there’s a new sports psychologist for AFC Richmond who seems impervious to Ted’s charms and home-baked biscuits. She doesn’t like Ted? We’re gobsmacked!

Hot podcast summer

When Michael Che guested on “Jimmy Kimmel Live” recently, his segment was interrupted repeatedly by Dave Chappelle, who kept plugging his “The Midnight Miracle” podcast available on Luminary. What Chappelle was selling is worth the listening. “The Midnight Miracle” brings him together with his co-hosts, Talib Kweli and Yasiin Bey, and his famous friends from the comedy world and beyond for funny and though-provoking conversations interspersed with music. If you were a fly on the wall of Chappelle’s home, this is what you might hear.

Hot series finale summer

The last 10 episodes of “Brooklyn Nine-Nine” start airing Aug. 12 on NBC, a too-short goodbye to one of the most underrated comedies in TV history. You can give all the glory to “The Office,” but the detectives of the Nine-Nine could go toe to toe with Dunder-Mifflin’s Scranton branch in terms of quirkiness, humanity and office romances and bromances. It’s hard to pick a favorite dynamic among the characters, but the irritated father-incorrigible son vibes between Captain Holt (Andre Braugher) and Det. Jake Peralta (Andy Samberg) are sublime.

Hot musical comedy summer

Keegan-Michael Key and “Saturday Night Live’s” Cecily Strong lead a star-studded cast in “Schmigadoon!,” an AppleTV+ series premiering July 16 that magically transports a backpacking couple to a land of 1940s musicals. Until Broadway reopens in September, this parody love letter to the power of musical theater should do nicely. And the premiere episode’s song “Corn Pudding”? Catchy!

Hot nostalgia tour

Hall & Oates are criss-crossing the nation with enough 1980s hits —”Maneater,” “Kiss on My List,” “I Can’t Go for That,” “You Make My Dreams Come True,” etc. — to make you want to trade your mom jeans for spandex leggings. As if they weren’t enough top-40 goodness, their opening acts are Squeeze, still pouring a cup of “Black Coffee in Bed” all these years later, and K.T. Tunstall, whose “Suddenly I See” is immortalized as the anthem of “The Devil Wears Prada.”

Hot all-female, all-Muslim punk band summer

A British import now airing on the NBC streaming spinoff Peacock, “We Are Lady Parts” would be notable alone for defying stereotypes about Muslim women. But this sitcom about an all-female, all-Muslim aspiring rock band is a gem of both representation and laughs, thanks to characters like Amina, a shy doctoral candidate in microbiology whose complaints about a guy she calls “Bashir with the good beard” inspires a song.

Hot documentary summer

While Woodstock has become synonymous with epic music gatherings, the Harlem Cultural Festival of 1969 is finally about to get the pop-culture recognition it deserves. “Summer of Soul: (…Or, When The Revolution Could Not Be Televised),” directed by the Roots drummer Questlove, will hit theaters and Hulu on July 2. It chronicles a mostly forgotten event that drew superstars like Stevie Wonder, Nina Simone, the Fifth Dimension, Sly & the Family Stone and B.B. King. Using his vast knowledge of music, archival footage and interviews with performers and those who attended, Questlove has created a history lesson that’s also the best concert you’ve never seen before.

Hot Marvel summer

Once you’re all caught up with the summer streaming sensation “Loki” on Disney+, please turn your attention to two new films. “Black Widow,” the long-awaited star turn for Scarlett Johansson’s former KGB assassin Natasha Romanoff, makes its debut July 9. It’s followed by “Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings,” set for Sept. 3 and starring Simu Liu (“Kim’s Convenience”) as the martial arts master of the title. All brought to you by the corporate global entertainment domination machine that is Marvel.

Hot biopic summer

“Respect,” starring Jennifer Hudson, arrives Aug. 13 at theaters, nearly three years to the day the world lost the Queen of Soul. Although Cynthia Erivo gave a fine performance earlier this year as Franklin in “Genius: Aretha” on the National Geographic network, the odds are good that Hudson, chosen by Franklin herself for the part, will be the definitive screen Aretha.

Hot fiction summer

Terry McMillan calls “The Other Black Girl” essential reading. Entertainment Weekly describes it as “‘The Devil Wears Prada’ meets ‘Get Out,’ with a little bit of ‘Black Mirror’ thrown in.” This debut novel by Zakiya Dalila Harris mixes office politics with suspense in its story of Nella Rogers, an editorial assistant who’s the only Black staffer at a noted publishing company. When Hazel, a new Black employee, is hired, things seem to be improving. But then Nella starts receiving ominous unsigned notes. Sounds like yet another reason to keep working from home.

Hot slow dance summer

After nearly four months on Billboard’s Hot 100 chart, “Leave the Door Open” remains the song most likely to provoke a quiet storm on the dance floor. The hit single from Silk Sonic (aka Bruno Mars and Anderson .Paak) may sound like a cover of a long-lost ‘70s classic R&B tune, but it’s a contemporary song that can make you forget the humidity long enough for “kissing, cuddling, rose petals in the bathtub, girl, lets jump in.”

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The fort

It was a slow progression, the losing of my mind. I was born once, on a Saturday twenty-two staccato years ago. Since then I've been continually reborn on the anniversary of the day my life -- and inescapable death -- began. Often described as a phoenix rising, I did on many an occasion emerge from adversity a new, wilder being -- one added layer removed from the innocence with which I was saddled at birth; my consent not once requested. I hesitate to say I was born again, because I doubt I have the authority to declare that I was. If l was not, suffice it to say it was not for want of trying or inclination. Had I a dollar for all the times my heart sang at the invitation to surrender my will, my soul, my all to a higher power, well... I don't have any dollars. Make of that what you will. Heartbreak I know well. Heartbreak my old friend. I would say men have failed me, if I could. I would say my father, my first love, let me down. I would imply my brothers lowered my expectations. I would suggest that every male I met afterwards took advantage of me. I would tell you about how my mentors preyed on my naivety. But I can't. So l'll tell you instead about how my mother, mothers really, raised me back up. How my friends shaped me to who I am today. There's not much to tell.  Little wonder. I was young once.  Born a happy child.  Mother always said my smile could birth a shooting star. Had people eating out of my palm, with my gap-toothed friendliness.  Never satisfied till father got home from work and mother put me to bed with stories of the war.  Funny choice for a girl who would age to only watch romances and comedies.  I was weaned on a combination of Shakespeare and Achebe summaries.  Stoked the fires of my imagination by reenacting biafra in my prepubescent mind.  Learned family and love was synonym.  My last childhood memory was father walking through the door late at night, and my half asleep self jumping into his arms to be lifted for a spin hug, completely content to have everyone I knew to love safely together under one roof.  I was once happy. The first pain, a real pain that was to become but one of many heart shattering memories, was when I first saw father hit.  I refuse to remember whom.  I was still young, but less so.  I wanted to scream out to the mountains.  Shout in despair.  About how everyone I ever trusted failed me.  Betrayed me.  Deserted me.  Broke me down.  Held my darkest secrets and deepest regrets against me.  Scorned me for leaning on them.  Till I started to think family was a cruel joke from a psychotic God.  Watching me writhe in agony from the constant struggling to swim in an ocean of tar, Never sure which way to go.  Certain to be wrong regardless, for as soon as I got the direction they changed the stroke. Never fitting in.  I could talk up a storm about how I learned to cope by closing myself in.  Building me a fortress in my mind.  Populating it with all that I thought I needed to survive.  Myself.  My dreams.  My futures.  Daydreams of when I could be the me I had never been free to be because I'd never learned who 'me' was.  Alone.  Unqualified.  In isolation. Me. Despite having been an island from conception. I wanted no part of the world I was born into.  I let my smile, my rising star, wane.  I was, as it were, safe.  And as I was reborn that ceased to fulfil its purpose.  I met more beings like me.  Correction: I became, or was made aware of the existence of souls akin to but other than mine.  I could say my world expanded.  So I put up a pretty fence around my forte.  Planted vines that grew and wrapped themselves within.  I decorated.  Keeping fresh cut flowers to draw guests in.  Practised smiling, opening up to people in my new environment.  I was still in my castle, but my yard was open to visitors.  They could walk the grounds and admire my art, my house's beauty. See me only as my reflection to the world.  I could relate, but on my terms.  And not wither away into oblivion from lack of interaction.  No one would know me, though the idea of me was popular. This public image of 'perfection' I cultivated. Thinking it would keep my heart safe from being trodden on like ants in the garden sand.  The first time I was burgled, it was a surprise.  Not because I didn't know robbers existed,  I simply never thought I'd be vulnerable.  Had I not built an impregnable fort? What could I have of value to thieves? I would learn only too soon.  The thing I guarded jealously had attracted fiends, For what would I hide so fiercely were it not made of pure gold, diamond, or platinum? Surely only the rarest of gems could rest in such a beautifully guarded home! No, only my heart -- of no value to any but me... He took it, almost as though it was a salve for his trouble, Leaving me just the piece I managed to break off as we fought for ownership.  Hopelessly, l watched as the masked man made away with my only prized possession.  Here lay my body, hollow as the empty house.  If I were ever young, it is hard to remember.  My miserable piece of heart never grew back quite the same.  I was scarred.  Living forever in shadow, afraid of love and loss -- and thieves.  I moved my fortress to the beach and built it a deck.  Replaced the fence of vines with a border of shattered glass and barbed wire.  My days punctuated only by solitary activities and storms thrown by mother nature, mine in hers reflected.  Not a pretty sight so I had no guests.  No spectators.  Occasionally I would go to town for supplies.  Stocking up on all that I needed to stay alive.  Always thinking why I bothered in the first place.  Marking time, forever waiting... A passerby here, a wave there.  A handful of trespassers, merely children and tourists. No harm to me.  Yet even at sea, so close to the foremost life source, I never felt at peace.  For all the quiet around me, my soul relentlessly raged. I would accomplish a lot in my lifetime. Really I would, although I may not look like much. But humans will continue to confound me. Admittedly my self-exile may have dulled my sensitivity to subtext and relativity. But people baffle me. I still never can relax around them. Like Marilyn, always playing a part. Like Leonardo, always a portrait. Like Aretha, forever a record. Life forced me back to humanity. Jokingly she said,  "Stupid girl, don't you know you need people? Do you think yourself better than the nest? Or worse off? Dust yourself off, the world beckons! Nothing new ever walked this land that He didn't approve. Worry never did a woman of a babe make. And earth never stood still for one." I raised myself from my slumber. Rented a flat in the city. Diving right into the deep end, unable to swim. Everyday I ventured out, searching for a sign, any sign, that there was good in the world. That I would be okay. The world would be kind to me. I left my safety blanket on the beach. Often, I imagine going back to get it. But even if I did, what would I find? Some days, I dont' go out. I sit in bed all day, existing too big a chore for me. Other days I spend all my time a random blur of restless energy. Depression or not, I am what I am. Human. Flawed. Growing. Trying to adapt, always to adapt... My story is still writing itself. What and where will my final dwelling be? Eagerly I anticipate the end. Tragedy or comedy? The ultimate question.