#turkish hospitality

[vyorei]

Timestamp: 17:06 on the 2nd of November 2023

Here is a catch-up on the situation today

[sayruq]

Every accusation is a confession

[how-much-for-a-whump]

WHUMPCEMBER day 8:

Prompt: "Isolation"

Arka Sokaklar 557. - 558. Bölüm

@whumpcember

[worldboywhump]

Gecenin Kraliçesi: Ep-5

(Such a perfect overdose scene 🤌🏼)

[whump-is-my-drug]

Umutsuz Ev Kadinlari EP 6

[whumpookies]

Ferhat ile şirin bölüm 6

Part one here part two here

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ushan çakir gif pack

CLICK THE SOURCE LINK BELOW and you will find #536 245x150px gifs of Ushan Cakir as Mehmet Karahan in Kara Yazi (2017)! These were created from scratch by Sveja. Do what you want with these, just don't repost/claim as your own, don't use them to play Ushan or in any smut/smut-based blogs, and like/reblog if using. If you like what I'm doing, feel free to commission me (/commissionsinfo), donate to my ko-fi (/svejarph), donate to a palestinian, congolese, or sudanese organzation. Ushan was about 33 during filming and is Turkish.

tw: implied abuse, death, injury, kidnapping ; alcohol, babies, children, drinking, eating, flashing lights, food, guns, hospital, hugging, jail, kissing, pda, prison, shaky camera, water, waves, weapons

[vulnerablestrengthinpain]

Not long after being captured, Yusuf gets shot

[ayda--demir]

The Hospital 

Feb 24, 2023 02:00

Ayda didn’t know how long she had been sleeping, but it was the type of sleep where there were no dreams. It was the one time that in this state that she was able to sleep. 

Nudge. Nudge.

She felt her shoulder move and let out a grumble. “Five more minutes.” It was the exhaustion that pulled her in and her body was done fighting it. All she wanted was to enjoy this blackhole feeling a little longer. 

“Child you need to wake up. There is no point you being here. I am fine. Go home.” Her nose wrinkles and she pulls her face back from her crossed arms, feeling the ache in her lower back from the position she was sleeping in; sitting in a chair and bent over. She arched her back and stretched her arms up over her head. It was the yawn that reminded her of the pain on the left side of her face. 

“Mrs. Aksoy, I’m fine.” She rubbed her eyes, letting out a hiss when she touched her left one. “I’ll head to the bakery soon.” Someone had to be there to bake and make sure the store opened. They needed the money to pay for her husband’s growing medical bills. 

“You will do no such thing!” She felt azure hues narrow at her. “Ayda Demir, you will go home and get some sleep. The shop will be fine if it’s not open for one day.” She felt a hand slap her upside the head – lightly. 

The panic had stopped when the paramedics arrived and took a look at Mrs. Aksoy in the bakery. Her father had shot her right shoulder. There was damage but it wasn’t critical and like always, her sass and witty comments were still there. The woman had a heart of gold and she would have been completely lost if things took a different turn.

Ayda was afraid to go home. The state that she was in, it worried her what it could do. The last thing she wanted was to take a trip back down the path that would lead her to an empty bottle. Baking was the best option for her, keeping her mind and body busy. 

She must have been making a face for the older woman to see and she heard the sigh. “I am guessing this has to do with that charming Ayaz boy.” Mrs. Aksoy remembered him from when the family was still in the borough. She may have favoured the boy out of all who would visit. It was the smirk and confidence, and most his way with words that won her over. 

“Maybe,” she gives a small shrug of her shoulders and sighs. “I’m not a slut!” That was the first thing that popped into her head, hearing her own father call her that hurt. “I don’t know.” Ayda normally didn’t stumble over words, biting the inside of her cheek. “I like him. It’s stupid and I know it, but I can’t control it.” The older woman nodded her head and Ayda  felt fingers comb through her hair and it made her cry. The last time any mother figure did that to her was Ayaz’ mom. It showed how cold her mother was. How cold her life was when they left. 

“You are always complaining about him.” Mrs. Aksoy spoke quietly, not wanting to pull Ayda away from opening up. She knew the child kept so much locked in that sometimes it needed to be let out. 

“It hurts that he’s so mean to me. I can’t pretend to understand how he felt when his mother was shot, but I don’t know why I am blamed for it. I wasn't the one that pulled the trigger. I loved…love her. She was everything to me.” She wipes under her right eye, not wanting to touch the other one. “I know most would tell me to walk away, that he isn’t worth the effort, but he’s the only connection to a time in my life where I was happy. That I was able to be a child, carefree and let my dreams run wild. I wasn’t forced into a life that would eat at my very soul.” She lets out a small chuckle. “I could get him to play games with me. Some might have told me to get lost, but he was kind to me. I know it’s in there, somewhere.”

A hand gingerly cups the left side of her face, making sure to put no pressure on the bruising skin before the older woman spoke. “He hurts. I am sure with everything that happened, being pulled away from the people he considered family, it can change a person. Then with his mother. He’s built a fortress and surrounded it with hate. He needs to be reminded of those that cared about him for the right reasons.” There was a sincerity in tone that had Ayda reflecting on what was being said. 

“Give him time, and let him chase you. You are kind, sweet, caring and beautiful. You help people for all the right reasons, no strings attached. Those are rare people to find in the world we live in. Be patient, but don’t give him all your effort. He’d be stupid to keep pushing you away.” The hand pulls away from her cheek. 

“Speaking of that man, what room is he in? I will have to pay him a visit. An old lady does not take kindly to no thank you’s for sweets.” The cheekiness that always came when they were baking together, or spending time together. 

Ayda can’t help but giggle, wishing she could be there when Mrs. Aksoy would chastise Ayaz for not thanking her. She was curious if he would get a slap upside the head. It couldn’t always be her getting them. 

“Ayda…” She glanced up to Mrs. Askoy. “What happened to me, it’s not your fault and I don’t blame you. Your father is a monster, he always has been. He will use the things, and people, you love against you and rule you with fear. I will not allow him to do that. You will not allow him to hold that fear over you.” She squeezed Ayda’s hand and there was no controlling the tears that sprung free from the child’s eyes. “I am your family.”

Ayda had no idea what she did to deserve someone like Gökçe Aksoy in her life. 

[vyorei]

YOU CAN'T KEEP USING THIS FUCKING EXCUSE, THIS ISN'T A GAME AND THAT ISN'T A CHEAT CODE

STOP ATTACKING HOSPITALS YOU FUCKING PSYCHOPATHS

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[how-much-for-a-whump]

Siyah Kalp 13. Bölüm

Prompt: "Shot multiple times"

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[whump-is-my-drug]

Episode 7

From the Turish series Güneşin Kızları… In a nutshell, meet the tormented Savaş, who suffered a memory lapse during the night of his girlfriend’s disappearance. We know he’s innocent, and he’s worried sick over his girl’s whereabouts. His heartless uncle however, a rich and powerful man, accuses him of the disappearance and claims he’s mentally disturbed. Savaş is accordingly taken to a mental institution by force, where he’s held and hopelessly drugged. 

To add more drama, in the middle GIF from the right, as he begs them not to shoot him with the drug, he whispers “Anneh”, which means “Mother” in Turkish…

I’ll leave it to you to imagine the rest… *evil grin*

Conclusion, whump is international.

[worldboywhump]

Hercai- Ep: 57

[geocursedtraveler]

A Walk Through History: Calea Plevnei

Today, I invite you to join me on a fascinating journey through time, as we take a walk along Calea Plevnei—one of Bucharest’s most storied streets. Grab my hand, and let’s step back in history together. In its early days, this street wasn’t as we know it today. It was once called the *”Earth Bridge”* because it was simply a path made of dirt mixed with gravel, rubble, and ash—without the wooden…

[whumpookies]

Ferhat ile şirin bölüm 6

Part One here to part two go here