#turc

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Tavla turc style iranien - Plateau d'échecs/ dames

[downfalldestiny]

Beautiful music 🎶🎧 !.

[philoursmars]

Marseille. Au musée Borély, musée des Arts Décoratifs, de la Faïence et de la Mode, il y a actuellement une expo très intéressante : "L'Asie Fantasmée", montrant comment , au XVIIIe et au XIXe s. , la France (et l'Europe), voyaient et surtout imaginaient les empires d'Orient, Chine, Japon et Empire Ottoman entre autres, avec parfois une réciprocité étonnante.

en 1,3 et 5 : "Le Chasseur Indien" - François Desportes, 1740 (à noter l'imagination débordante, avec un Casoar australien,...et un chasseur vaguement amazonien !

en 2: "Jeune femme en costume turc", panneau de cuir peint - atelier Raymond Boissier, Avignon, début XVIIIe s.

en 4 : "Portrait de Jean-Joseph Eyssautier" - Honoré Charles Sardou, 1851

en 6 : santons napolitains - XVIIIe et XIXe s.

[jojou2]

أحد الفنون العثمانية : المنمنات

لوحة تظهر اصطفاف الجيش العثماني استعداداً للمعركة

دفة متناهية وتوزيع الشخوص مدروس بدقة والوان بتجنن

Osmanlı sanatlarından biri: minyatür Osmanlı ordusunun savaşa hazırlanırken hizalanmasını gösteren bir tablo Dümen sonsuz, karakterlerin dağılımı iyi düşünülmüş ve renkler harika

[librotheque]

Apprendre une langue étrangère « sans douleur », c’est possible ! Le réseau social mondial, Buussu, vous donne accès à 12 langues : anglais, allemand, espagnol, portugais, italien, chinois, japonais, turc, russe, polonais, arabe et français. Après inscription, exercices de vocabulaire, de mémorisation et de conversation vous amènent à un premier niveau de connaissance de la langue, grâce à des séquences courtes et ludiques. Un test de niveau initial et des alertes mail régulières permettent de suivre assidûment un parcours d’apprentissage personnalisé. Si un accès payant offre plus de fonctionnalités comme le dialogue avec des locuteurs natifs de la langue concernée, les cours gratuits apportent déjà de précieux éléments, complémentaires d’autres méthodes/sites d’apprentissage des langues.

Bibliothèque des Côtes d'Armor

[ataturquie]

Lâle - Lexique thématique de vocabulaire turc courant

[infosisraelnews]

Journal turc : l’élite iranienne regorge d’espions du Mossad

Le journal turc Hurriyet dresse un tableau de la pénétration spectaculaire des agents du Mossad dans l’élite iranienne. Selon l’auteur, Israël peut même atteindre l’imam Khamenei.  L’ancien président Ahmadinejad a déclaré en 2021 que le plus haut responsable du gouvernement dont la tâche consistait à contrer les opérations de renseignement israéliennes s’était révélé être un agent travaillant…

[turcott3]

college girl

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, kissing, mild allusions to smut and FLUFF galore

masterlist

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“hey um, is it okay if matt comes this weekend?” you ask your roommate as you walk out into your common space as she’s doing her makeup.

“yeah of course. i’ll go stay with someone so you guys can have your space.” she replies, finishing her mascara.

“thank you so much, i love you.” you say hugging her. she knew this was the first time matt was coming to your dorm. you’d finally lifted your beds up high for more room space and you were adjusting well to dorm life.

“i love you too! just remember, use protec-“

“shut up.” you laugh rolling your eyes, a red blush tinting your cheeks. you finally texted him back, confirming he was able to come stay with you, a heart full response from your boyfriend following quickly after. your heart jumped with excitement. he’d be there in two short hours.

“he’ll be here in two-ish hours. please stay and meet him.” you ask your roommate as she walks in.

“yeah of course.” she replies, getting out a bag to pack, you assume to stay at her “boyfriends” dorm. they had no label you just didn’t know what else to call him.

“are you staying with him tonight?”

“yeah he offered.” she giggles.

“these are good strides.” you reply laughing together.

-

“oh my gosh, he’s here, i’ll be right back.” you tell your roommate as you climb down from your bed. quickly, you slip on your shoes and snatch your keys, scrambling like a puppy to get out of your dorm. you hurried down the stairs out to the parking lot, walking quicker once you saw him towering over his car, his bag slung over his shoulder.

“matt!” you shout running to him, running and jumping into his arms.

“hi sweet girl.” he giggles into your hair, holding you up with his free arm. carefully he sets you down, pressing a short kiss to the top of your head.

“i can carry your bag.” you offer and he denies.

“no, i would never make you do that.” he giggles shaking his head.

“but you’re my guest.” you pout as you start walking.

“and you’re my girlfriend. you’re never carrying a single bag of luggage in your life, not while you’re with me.” he says following closely beside you.

“oh whatever.” you joke, his hand intertwining with yours as you made your way back.

“i’m back.” you walk in, calling out to your roommate.

“matt this is y/f/n.” you say as they introduce themselves. it was starting to get a little later in the day by now and your roommate was quick to leave the two of you alone.

“so how long can i stay?” he asks, sitting down in your large bean bag.

“how long do you want to stay?”

“i’d stay forever if i could, but id take up too much space.” he giggles, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering once again.

“you can stay for a few days, i’m not gonna kick you out.” you reply standing in front of him. he reaches out to your hand, pulling you onto his lap.

“i’ll leave on tuesday morning, okay?” he smiles lightly.

“okay.” you reply, grabbing one of his cheeks with one hand and pressing a handful of kisses to the other cheek.

“i’m starving, can we go eat?” you ask sitting up.

“yeah, come on.” he says picking you up and putting you back on the ground, standing up from the bean bag towering over you as he reached for his wallet.

“i’ll drive.” you say cheerfully.

“um no.” he replies.

“matt you just drove your car all the way here.”

“i don’t care.”

“here, drive my car.” you reply handing him your keys.

“thank you my love.” he smirks, placing a light smack on your ass, a giggle leaving your mouth.

truth be told you had no idea how you landed matt. never in a million years did you think you had a shot at him. tall, very tell, muscular, a professional hockey player, gorgeous, sweet, you could go on forever. it truly mystified you how you landed him.

he drives the pair of you to a restaurant, where you order takeout and head quickly back to your dorm. he always loved ordering and paying for your dinners because cherishing you was important to him and he always made it a priority.

you sat together on your floor sharing your meals, catching up on all the drama that had nothing to do with him but he loved to hear anyway.

“so she’s “with” him or?”

“i don’t know! i keep asking her and she won’t tell me straight up.” you giggle on your last mouthful.

“i’m gonna have to start taking notes to keep up.” he laughs shaking his head, dropping his fork in the box and shutting it. it was dark outside at this point and you couldn’t wait to climb into bed with him. not because you were so desperate to get in his pants, but because you couldn't wait to have your sweet boy within arms length when you wake up in the morning.

"okay, movie time." you reply, quickly cleaning the floor of the boxes and flicking on your tv, tossing the remote up. you climb up into your bed and get in a comfortable position.

"okay come on up, be careful." you say to him, you feel his weight shift the bed as he makes his climb.

"ow fuck." matt groans as he hits his head on the ceiling, falling down resting his head on your chest.

"baby, i told you to be careful." you coo, running a soft hand over his hair as he presses a light hand to the spot he hit.

"yeah i just didnt calculate that right." he giggles, his chin resting on your sternum.

"you're not even all the way on the bed my love, come on." you say softly, scratching his back lightly. he shifts out of your arms and to your side, pushing himself slightly underneath you, tucking you comfortably under his arm.

“what’re we watching?” you ask.

“anything because i wasn’t planning on doing a whole lot of watching.” matt says lowly in your ear.

“matthew rempe.” you say smacking him on the chest.

“what?” he says, a panicked look stretching across his face.

“you just got here.” you scoff jokingly.

“i know, i just missed you so much. needed my baby back so bad.” he mumbles, his lips talking against the side of your head.

“i know missed you too matt.” you reply, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, him wanting to deepen it but you denying.

“y/n.” he whines.

“honey, you’re gonna be here for four days, we have plenty of time.” you say softly, brushing his hair out of his face.

“i’m sorry, i don’t know what just came over me. i just love, loving on my girl. but im sorry, i don’t wanna make it seem like that’s all im here for.”

“it’s okay baby you don’t have to apologize, and i know it’s not what you’re here for. we’re young so what can we expect to feel honestly and id be lying if i said i didn’t want to but im really tired and i just want to hold you.” you reply as you continue combing your fingers through his soft locks.

“i can definitely do that.” he smiles lightly, his arms wrapping around your torso as your cheeks burned pink, pressing your cheek to the side of his head.

the two of you laid awake watching tv for a while, small chats here and there, but after a while his breathing became slow and he became borderline silent.

“are you falling asleep on me right now?” you giggle.

“what huh?” he asks sitting up.

“you so are.”

“you’re so comfy.” he smiles, squeezing you a little bit tighter.

“goodnight pretty boy.”

“goodnight baby, i love you so much.” he says leaning up, pecking his lips against yours a few times.

“i love you too.” you reply, your hand finding its way back into his gorgeous head of hair.

you never figured you’d be into the cheesy shit, but you couldn’t help it, he made you more giddy than ever. but god it was so nice drifting off to sleep back in the arms of the boy you so desperately loved.

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Préparation du café

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[workingforitallthetime]

7/3/24

[jojou2]

سبحان الله العظيم الأمواج تغمر أحد الشواطئ التركية بفعل الهزة الأرضية لطفك يارب

Yüce Allah'a hamd olsun.. Dalgalar deprem nedeniyle bir Türk sahilini sular altında bıraktı. teşekkür ederim, Tanrım

Glory be to God Almighty.. Waves flood a Turkish beach due to the earthquake. Thank you, Lord

[librotheque]

Apprendre une langue étrangère « sans douleur », c’est possible ! Le réseau social mondial, Buussu, vous donne accès à 12 langues : anglais, allemand, espagnol, portugais, italien, chinois, japonais, turc, russe, polonais, arabe et français. Après inscription, exercices de vocabulaire, de mémorisation et de conversation vous amènent à un premier niveau de connaissance de la langue, grâce à des séquences courtes et ludiques. Un test de niveau initial et des alertes mail régulières permettent de suivre assidûment un parcours d’apprentissage personnalisé. Si un accès payant offre plus de fonctionnalités comme le dialogue avec des locuteurs natifs de la langue concernée, les cours gratuits apportent déjà de précieux éléments, complémentaires d’autres méthodes/sites d’apprentissage des langues.

Bibliothèque des Côtes d'Armor

[rleonard9]

good morning

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres (French, 1780 - 1867) Le Bain turc, 1862 Musée du Louvre

[formydiscordbesties]

Canine Complications: The Furry Fiasco of Friendship Turned Love

Cole and I have been inseparable since childhood, but recently, our friendship has taken on a different hue, blurring the lines between platonic companionship and something more. When Cole extended the invitation for me to move in with him, it wasn't entirely unexpected; after all, he had been living solo for a while. As I settled into our shared space, I couldn't help but infuse it with my own touches, realizing that Cole's decorating skills were somewhat lacking when it came to furnishing an entire apartment.

"I think we're all set now," I announce, stepping back to admire the picture collage I just hung on a bare wall.

"Wow, that looks fantastic," Cole remarks, joining me and folding his arms across his chest. Whenever he's this close, my heart flutters nervously. Our relationship had evolved into something complex, whether we acknowledged it or not. The collage featured snapshots of our shared memories, moments captured with our families and beloved pets. It added a cozy vibe to our home, and I couldn't help but linger on the photo of Cole and his dearly missed dog, Olive.

"What if we got a dog?" I blurt out suddenly.

"What?"

"What if we got a dog, like, today? Right now? I can tell you're missing Olive terribly," I suggest, turning to face him.

"Well, we do have the space for it," he muses, surveying the kitchen and living area.

"I'll drive," I offer, grabbing my keys from the hook. A smile tugs at his lips, knowing how much this means to him. With purse in hand and Cole grabbing a hat and wallet, we venture out into the crisp winter air. Arriving at the pet store, we peruse the aisles, gathering supplies and toys before heading to the shelter in search of our furry companion. At the checkout counter, he insists on footing the bill.

"Cole, this was my idea. I should be paying," I protest.

"You're lucky if I let you spend a dime today, Y/N," he chuckles, as the cashier announces the total. Our dynamic has shifted recently, with him being unusually generous. It's a departure from our usual routine, but I don't dwell on it. Once everything is loaded into the trunk, he swiftly grabs the keys and hops into the driver's seat.

"Cole Caufield," I call out, lingering by the trunk.

"Y/N, just get in the car," he retorts before shutting the door. I settle into the passenger seat as he flashes me a goofy grin.

"What's with the grin?" I inquire.

"Nothing," he replies cryptically before starting the car and steering towards the shelter. It's a short drive, and soon we're walking arm in arm into the shelter.

"Hi there, how can we assist you today?" a kind woman greets us.

"We're hoping to adopt a puppy," Cole announces proudly.

"Excellent! The puppies are down that hall to your right," she directs us with a smile.

"Thank you," I reply, as we head down the hallway, entering a room filled with adorable furballs. Instantly, a golden doodle bounds over to Cole.

"Hello there, sweetheart," he coos, noticing the pink collar around her neck.

"She's taken a liking to you," I observe, leaning against him.

"I think she's made the decision for us," he remarks, scratching her ears affectionately. I step out to inform the staff of our choice.

"We've decided on the little golden doodle with the pink collar," I inform them.

"Isn't she adorable? I'll fetch the paperwork for you," the lady says, retrieving the necessary documents. Cole joins me with the puppy in his arms, showering her with kisses. Hastily, I sign the paperwork, eager to take our new addition home.

"She's lucky to have such wonderful parents," the woman remarks, as she files away the paperwork. Cole and I exchange a glance, the word "parents" carrying a weighty significance.

"Thank you, and have a great day!" I chirp, taking the puppy from Cole as we exit the building.

"So, we're officially parents," Cole remarks as he starts the car.

"We are," I affirm, a smile spreading across my face. As we discuss names, "Lia" emerges as the perfect choice.

"I love it," he agrees, reaching over to pet Lia before resting his hand on my thigh, his touch sending a warmth coursing through me.

There it is again. The complexity of our relationship.

Back at the apartment, I settle in with Lia while Cole fetches the remaining items. Once everything is unpacked and arranged, he starts a fire and coaxes Lia into his bedroom. Chuckling at his effortless charm, I make myself comfortable on the couch. After a while, I decide to check on them, finding them curled up together, fast asleep. It's a heartwarming sight, one I can't resist capturing with a photo.

"Come cuddle, Y/N," Cole murmurs softly, surprising me.

"Sure," I respond, joining them on the bed. As I stroke Cole's hair, a warmth blossoms within me.

"There's no one else I'd rather share this with," Cole admits, his gaze softening.

"I feel the same," I confess, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks. He presses a gentle kiss to my forehead before drifting off to sleep, his head nestled against mine.

Maybe our relationship isn't as complicated as it seems.