#sokm

[yesilhaber]

ŞOK, Tarladan Sofraya Doğru Tarım Projesiyle 378 çiftçiye ulaştı

Türkiye’nin 81 ilinde 10 bin 475 mağaza ve 46 bini aşan çalışanıyla hizmet veren ŞOK Marketler (SOKM), sürdürülebilirliği merkeze alan yaklaşımıyla geleceğe sahip çıkan uygulamalarını duyurdu. 6. Sürdürülebilirlik Raporu’nu kamuoyuyla paylaşan şirket, yayımladığı rapora bağımsız güvence denetimi de yaptırdı. İsrafsız Şirket modelini odağına alan ŞOK Marketler; raporda enerji verimliliği, su ve…

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[3416]

tbt the crossover event of the season

[duunswitch]

Exactly as she remembers him, honestly. He really hasn't changed at all. Pleased with this fact, she flops into the chair beside him and slouches over the table with a grin. "I'd hope so. Made them myself."

He just follows quickly, linking their fingers until she sits him down. Huffs a little at the amount but he just eats one whole, savoring it for a moment before he takes another. "Mm. 'S good." No decorum. Says it with his mouth full.

[reignbowarbiter]

btw madara called me today , didnt really want to see his fuckass face but i answered anywyays.. im sure he said something sweet 🩷

[druidshollow]

canopy. head in my fuckig gn hands

have sokme doodles i never posted. danywhere i odnt think

[gnarpyz-zpacezhip]

eejje!! hellheohello!! iwanted to saiy hi!!^_^_^_ ummhm... i need ans drwers!! whts your favorit e buildign material!?! anda nd!!whts your favoirte food!! - 😋

(war amongst wood and concrete. or sokme other buldojg material /j)

Hmmm..I’d have to zay…metal…my favorite food? Snail slime. It’s good when you zprinkle some fairy dust on there.

[madmarchhare]

Self reblog

'Who else would come see you first?' New short story

Not about Caine or Asriel sorry. This is something new that is part of something I might write later on. Hope you all enjoy it. It is loosely inspire by dnd, and I'm really only tagging it to get the medieval/ fantasy fans, but don't leave, I promise you'll like it!

“So, where should we go next?” Vyck asked, leaning over the table, steepling his hands. I peered at him over the rim of my tankard, taking one more mouthful of ale before lowing it from my mouth.

“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure whether to be curious or bored. He looked back at me as if it was obvious.

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? I mean what quest we should do next!” He finished excitedly, spreading his arms widely.

“We just finished one! I want a rest!” I replied indignantly, snatching my drink up to my lips as I finished, looking at Vyck as I took a quick swig. I had met Vyck a couple of months ago, and decided to form a party with him, well, he invited me and I didn’t want to have to ask anyone else. He was a tall, thin elf man, dressed in a fine purple and gold cloak that hung rather loosely over a white shirt and a pair of black trousers. He was a good looking man, with pale hued skin and reddish hair, that was left with a fringe at the front and platted at the back under a black ushanka. He was a handsome man, quite suited to be a bard, despite his role as a wizard. Though he did  always like to make a show of it.

“What? Your little dwarf legs tired having to keep after us Thedrick?” Vyck replied slyly, resisting his face in his hands as he leant over the table. Oh, and he’s a cunt, I forgot to mention that. Fun, but a real bastard.

“Thedrick’s right,” Clock suddenly piped up, having to pull himself up from his seat, to see over the table, “we need a rest, that last quest was hard, and we’ve been doing them nonstop.” Clock was our resident Kobold fighter, yes I know it sounds odd, but I don’t care, he is very good at what he does. He was around 3’6” with black scales, though he would paint some on his face and arms white with whitewash, which made him look quite interesting. His snout was rather broad and squat, like an alligator’s, filled with neatly white teeth that he cleaned almost religiously. He wore a stet of leather arm guards along with a studded leather breastplate, over the top a chainmail shirt and trousers.

“We’ve been doing them non-stop because of how little they pay us!” Vyck burst out, throwing his hands up into the air, his cloak sleeves falling down to his shoulders as he did. “The rent around here is expensive, so unless we do enough quests, we’ll get kicked out. So, we just to need to one more decent paying quest and then we can buy a house, so we don’t have to worry so much.” Both Clock and I looked at him, begrudgingly accepting the good point he made. The town we were staying at, Bury Saint Michael, was an adventurer town, so, all the landlords tended to peg the rent high, and rake it in off of them. “And,” Vyck began proudly, catching our attention, “if we do enough, we might get chosen as one of the Gods’ champions!” The table collectively groaned at this, all four members bar Vyck exhausted with him.

“For the last time Vyck,” Theodora replied, her voice exhausted, “no God’s  gonna make you their champion.” She looked down at him quite tiredly. Theodora, though she preferred to be called just ‘Ra’, was a wolf-woman-thing… I have no fucking clue what she is really, none of us did. We knew she was a big, buff, kickass wolf lady, and that she was our resident big fuck off barbarian-slash-rouge… Don’t ask me to explain, I can’t. She was the tallest out of us, outstanding Vyck by about a foot at 7’ something. She wore a reddish gilet along with a sort of skirt-kilt thing, with a great white sash across her chest.

“Why not? After all, I’m handsome enough to be picked by the god of beauty!” Vyck responded, placing his finger tips under his chin as he tilted back his head.

“Mate, just drop it. besides, you know you’re not that God’s type,” I responded, tipping my tankard back as I drank down.

“Oh, and what is his type then?” Vyck asked slyly, a sultry smile on his face, his chin in his hand as he leaned forward.

“Not twinks,” Clock said calmly, stabbing a sausage with one of his claws and popping it in his mouth as I coughed and sputtered on my drink, Ra and Hollace laughing hard.

“Oh,” Vyck replied, in a sneaky sort of voice, leaning closer to Clock, “and who taught you what a twink is?”

“Well!” I burst out, slamming my tankard onto the table as I looked over at the wall, avoiding Vysk’s gaze, “I think we are digressing from our main point.” I added, feeling my face flush red under my beard.

“Oh do you now?” Vysk asked sultrily, leaning over the table.

“I think you have a point about the quests, but we’ve been working non-stop. Are you sure we can manage another?” turning back to look at him, he leaned back into his seat with a smile.

“We’ll be fine don’t worry: I’m not going to pick something too hard.”

“If we are going to do another quest, can it not be a dungeon? I’m getting really tired of either having to hold a torch or ask you all what is happening.” Hollace, the sole human in our party asked. Hollace was a reasonably tall man, just slightly shorter than Vysk, he was our healer and had the bedside manner of one. By which I mean none at all. He was a well built man, dressed in a set of steel armour, though he never wore a helmet, and used a ball and chain for a weapon. Though I had seen him beat an undead to de-wait… never mind, bare handed. His face was rather squarish, punctuated by a number of freckles and a well trimmer moustache he would style up into points, and a mop of dark black hair held into a messy parting, trimmed at the sides.

As the only human in our group, he often had to be put forward to soothe things over when Vysk wouldn’t work. His rather blunt manner didn’t make that any easier.

“Ah, our resident human getting tiered of his useless little eyes.” Ra declared, grabbing him with one arm and pulling him in close.

“I’ll bite you,” Hollace responded quite sternly.

“Oh, and what would that do little man?”

“My teeth are silver.”

“Oh, kinky…” Ra responded sultrily as she pulled him closer, before Vyck came int between them

“I think that’s enough children!” he announced slyly, putting his nose high in the air as Clock and I laughed at the pair. “I’ll find a good quest we can do, so don’t worry.” Giving us all a confidant smile as he turned to look at me. I sighed and shook my head slightly as I let a smile fall across my lips. Not that they could tell.

It wasn’t a good quest

“Why is that fucking things down here?!” Hollace cried out to Vyck as he dashed along the side of the chasm we were in, punching a bipedal fox looking creature that jumped him as he did.

“I don’t bloody know! The quest just said there were some Kitsune things here!” Vyck snapped back, his voice and face drawn taught in panic, as he launched a blast of ice crystals at the creature Hollace meant leaving it with a bunch of shallow slashes on its rippling flesh. It only seemed to make it even angrier than it already was. The creature in question was twelve feet tall, it’s presence filling in the room. It was a great lumbering thing, standing on twig like legs that ended in stumps, one significantly shorter than the other thanks to a lucky shot from Clock. It’s skin, if it could be called that, looked odd, like if someone had taken various shades of mud and stamped them all together, and yet blood poured from it’s wounds, many ones we had not inflicted.

“We’ll it’s here now! What do we do?” Clock called out as he was pinned by four of the kitsune creatures, left as a blur from his speed.

“Just fight it! It bleeds enough that it’s got to be killable!” Ra screamed out excitedly as she suddenly jumped down on the creatures tube shaped head and clamped down on it with her jaws, tearing into the left side of it’s face. The thing let out a billowing sort of wail, and flung up his arms to tear her off as it stumbled around, finally grabbing her with an oversized hand and tossing her to the side. She landed on the floor and skidded back a few dozen feet as her claws threw up sparks on the stone floor.

“I’ll trip him you get him while he’s down!” I called out, throwing my great axe at his unwounded leg, the great steel blade digging itself deep into the trunk of a limb. The great thing teetered then fell onto it’s back. Clock slashed apart the kitsune near him then dashed forward to the monster just as Ra and Hollace did the same. Clock plunged his sword into it’s chest as Ra tore at its neck, sending up a spray of blood that covered her and Hollace as the latter brought down his ball and chain head down onto the hilt of Clock’s sword, driving it even deeper. Then a great spear of fire shot through it’s head making it fall limp, the other three turning to look at Vyck, who wore a stressed, yet relived looking expression, the veins on his hands glowing red.

He shot us a smile, and I shared it. Then I suddenly felt something thrust itself through my chest, and saw it fling itself out of my chest.

“Thedrick!” Vyck screamed out, terror in his voice, causing the others to turn to me and all adopt matching looks of terror.

“Thedrick!” They all called out as they rushed over to me, dropping their weapons. I looked down at the protrusion from my chest, it looked the same as the creature and as I looked back up I saw it drop it’s hand, the light finally fading from its hollow eyes. I coughed up a mess of blood, spattering it over my beard as the word around me began to dim.

“Heal him!” Vyck cried out, grabbing me as the great limb fell apart like dust, the magic in it gone.

“I don’t have any spell’s left!” Hollace cried out desperately, his voice fading in and out as I stared up at the roof. It was quite beautiful despite the darkness, covered in great mosaics depicting pleasant little scenes.

“Just try!” Vyck snapped back to him, his voice breaking as everything went quite dark. Then, as soon as I opened my eyes I was in a black room. At least I thought it was room. I couldn’t see any walls, or a floor, or anything in it at all really.

“Wha-” I began to myself as I spotted someone, a tall, thin man stood there, where I was quite sure no-one was before. He wore a black suit that hung slightly large on his frame, over the top of a high collared white shirt, tied together with a silver tie covered in small black slits. His face was thin, pale in complexion his eyes clamped shut behind a pair of armless over-loop glasses. On top of his black hair was a wide brimmed hat, a pork pie I think they were called, that shrouded his face slightly in darkness. He stood a few feet from me, his hands behind his back, a pleasant look on his face.

I strode over to him, calling out. “Hey you! Where am I?” He turned to me, seemingly unsurprised by presence and gave me a warm smile.

“Good afternoon Mr. Thedrick,” he responded, surprising me, “it is nice to formally meet you.”

“H-how do you know my name?” I asked, looking at him suspiciously.

“I know a lot about you. You’re a good, charitable man, you always have been, and you will continue to be.” He responded in an odd sort of voice. One that duplicitously was confident and cowardly. I looked at him confused on what he meant when I suddenly remembered, I died. I looked down at my hands not sure what to do. “Don’t worry, you won’t be here long. You have a cleric with you, I’m sure he’ll bring you back.” He stated, seeming to know exactly what I was thinking, a consoling tone in his voice.

“No, he ran out of spells,” I replied hollowly, the man turning to me, a look of light surprise on his face, “I’m not going back.” I finished, dropping my face into my hands, my breathing shaking me as I dragged air into non-existent lungs. He didn’t say anything for a moment, leaving me in silence.

“I don’t know about that,” he suddenly began, stepping past me, as I looked at up at him bleary eyed, “this time, yes, this time I think he has one more.” He added, lifting one of his hands up parallel with his face revealing a large set of black hands that fell into claws and snapped his fingers. As soon as he did I suddenly felt lighter, as if had been relived of some great burden, then I saw my limbs begin to fade out.

“what’s happening?” I asked, staring incredulously at my arm.

“Your cleric is using his last spell to revive you of course.” He replied, off handily, looking out into the darkness. “If you are wondering why, I just like good people.”

I looked at him as I felt myself disappear and had to ask before I left. “Who are you?” He gave a short chuckle in response and turned to me, opening his eyes, reaving a dozen smaller eyes surrounded by silver all darting about in the socket, just as the slits in the tie split open into eyes as well.

“My dear man, who else would come see you first?” He replied, a wide smile on his face. I stared at him flabbergasted for a second before he seemed to disappear into the white. The next thing I knew I woke up on the ground, gasping in a breath of air. I looked up and saw Hollace standing over me, red-faced and red eyed with a stunned expression on his face.

“Thedrick…” He whispered out stunned, relief clear in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m here,” I replied, pulling myself so I was sitting, but as soon as I did Vyck leapt on me and pulled me into a hug, digging his head into my shoulder.

I was stunned for a moment, leaving my arms hanging in the air when he suddenly wailed out, “I’m so sorry!” Which surprised me more. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I thought it would be safe. I thought we’d just do one more and we’d be set, but I ended up getting you fucking killed because I wanted to be some bloody gods’ champion! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so, so, so, so, so, sorryyyy!” Vyck blubbered out, hugging me tightly, sobbing and wailing as I saw Ra look at me with teary eyed relief, her mouth pulled in a terrified smile, Clock half laughing-half crying as stood close Hollace staring down at me with exhausted joy.

I looked down at Vyck who was still gripping me tightly, muttering apologies under his breath. “It’s alright, I’m back, don’t worry.”

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[doom-gloomm]

4 gündür yemek yiyemiyodum 4 günün sonunda canım ne çekti ve ne yedim biliyo musunuz

patso

bravo mınakodum canın öeke çeke karbonhidrat+karbonhidrat çekmiş ben senin vizyonuna sokm allah kahretsin seni çok sinirlendim

neyse en azından bi şeyler yedim sonunda

[ultramantr1gger]

i went to the walten files discord to check out the new video they posted and tthe fucking super reacts on it scared me so bad for sokme reason

[beyondthebackup]

✉ ALL

㊁ : emergency

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] im coming to your room if anyone asks ive been with you all day dont ask me why delete this text

♡ : endearing/affectionate/loving

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] Why are you so nice to me? Do you like me or something?

👅 : sext/suggestive

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] I meant it. Our children would be beautiful.

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] You know how those are made, don't you?

♪ : musical/lyrics

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] Like a pretty girl in a wheelchair that still claims she fell downstairs but if he touches you again with those grubby little hands might have to break them

★ : wrong number

[TXT: Yoriko ] you think you're safe in her room? you're not safe anywhere. you're such a coward, you're ungrateful, i was going to be nice to you and you run away with your tail tucked between your legs. you get exactly what you deserve

[TXT: Yoriko ] god, you're so weak, imagine what she must think of you. you couldn't protect her, you can't even protect yourself, you're fragile and easily bruised and all you're doing is showing her how utterly pathetic you are

[TXT: Yoriko ] i'll be right outside that fucking door alternative i always am

[TXT: Yoriko ] Yoriko delete the messages I just sent you delete them right now

☯ : angry/hateful

[TXT: Yoriko ] Did you think you were special?

[TXT: Yoriko ] You were just a toy we fought over.

♖ : drunk/drugged

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] i ifeel ssssoooo good rigjht now ikm the car with thus guy im likke 99%hes a ped bbut this shit ghe gaev me is soooooo goooood dont worry im prolly just gonan rob him HAHA stupid fcvk i played so dumb jjsut n ow it weas hilariousm

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] obelus was alll like why would u fjkling get kinn a strangers car like esp sokme odl dude and iw as likr go fuck yourslef or sdmthing i forget but i was pissed dont remmber anwy so i left him

[TXT: 🐰 Yoriko 🐰 ] wnhy dont you evrrr come to these parties your suuuch a priude yoriko you';re ahjot prude thats even SWORSE yoyure telojg me you dont EVER think about a trhessome with you and me and altnerive??? youf definitlyt think aboutt it i think abti it <3 <3 <3

♛ : worried

[TXT: Yoriko ] Are you in your room?

[TXT: Yoriko ] Is A in your room?

[TXT: Yoriko ] What did he tell you?

[TXT: Yoriko ] He's a liar, I didn't do anything, I was trying to help him.

[TXT: Yoriko ] You're ignoring me.

[TXT: Yoriko ] Yoriko

[TXT: Yoriko ] He's probably faking it for attention he's fine he's not a baby just send him to the infirmary I'll leave him alone

[TXT: Yoriko ] Trust me he's used to it he's used to this the frail wounded puppy thing is an act HE ENJOYS IT

[TXT: Yoriko ] He can't sleep in your room there's nowhere for him to sleep what is he gonna sleep on the floor you cant share a bed your bed is way too small

[TXT: Yoriko ] YORIKO

♘ : late night

[TXT: Yoriko ] Alternative and I are going to die. If you could save only one of us, who would you choose?

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[itsapipedream]

No because listen, I went into the books knowing Andreil were endgame but totally thought by the end of second book it was gonna be one of those stories where we get sokme crumbs of them kinda being together but not in an obvious way, you know. Like together but no kissing, maybe some intimate moment but nothing too specific and then AND THEN book three happened and everything went up in flames and suddenly there's kisses and blowjobs and baltimore and !!?!???!?!

does aftg count as a slow burn if we didn't even know there was a spark until the last book