#yada yaya

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

I just caught up on Hobi's live. Interesting to know Hobi and JK don't seem to be in touch as much now. I really thought 3J were pretty close. Didn't you? Solo era is interesting so far. Looks like slowly we'll know who are close and aren't that close, based on who is keeping in touch with who.

I'm only going to say this once because I'm going to start deleting asks like this one. This is for you and all the countless anons who think the same way about various friendships in BTS. Stop using this as some gotcha moments. They are not. First of all, it's an incredibly boring topic for me to discuss and second of all, it's down right pathetic. "Solo era is interesting, it shows the real friendship". Try and have adult friendships that last more than a decade and perhaps you'll get wiser. It's like there's this pleasure in looking for clues and almost wanting to hear that they are not close anymore. I understand that everything is so boring right now and there's barely anything of substance to talk about, but maybe do something else?

[sakurajjam]

MASTERLIST DE FCS TAILANDESES : MOÇAS !

Se está buscando fcs novos para seus personagens, por que não dar a chance para os fcs tailandeses? Existem opções lindíssimas para representar todos os tipos de personagens! Pensando nisso, após o cut, reuni 60 garotas tailandesas que permitem o uso de sua imagem; ia colocar se tinha resources disponíveis ou não, mas optei por colocar apenas o instagram - para aquelas que tem - já que muitas tem hunts, mas não estão disponíveis. Essa lista vai ser atualizada conforme junto novos nomes e por favor, caso usem, lembrem de nomear a muse corretamente, seguindo sua nacionalidade.

Ae Maneerat Kam-Uan, atriz, 1985

Baifern Pimchanok Luevisadpaibul, atriz, 1992

Bella Ranee Campen, atriz, 1989

Ben Raviyanun Takerd, atriz, 1992

Bow Maylada Susri, cantora e atriz, 1996

Bua Nalinthip Sakulongumpai, atriz, 1989

Caroline Emma "Carissa" Springett, atriz, 1998

Charlotte Austin, miss e atriz, 1998. (é tailandesa-britânica)

Chompoo Potida Boomee, atriz, 1999

Florence Vanita Faivre, atriz, 1983 (é tailandesa-francesa)

Freen Sarocha Chankimha, atriz, 1998

Gina Virahya Pattarachokchai, atriz e modelo, 1992

Irin Urassaya Malaiwong, atriz, 2000

Jamie Juthapich Indrajundra, atriz, 1997

Jamie Zella, influencer, idade não identificada (é tailandesa-americana)

Jennis Oprasert, atriz e ex idol (BNK48), 2000

Juné Plearnpichaya Komalarajun, atriz e ex BNK48, 2000

Kaew Jarinya Sirimongkolsakul, atriz, 1992

Kitty Chicha Amatayakul, atriz, 1993 (nascida Kanyawee Phumsiridol)

Lalisa Pranpriya Manobal, idol (BLACKPINK), 1999

Lena Helena Busch, youtuber, 1996

Linn Mashannoad Suvanamas, atriz, 1992

Lovisa Lager, modelo, 2000

Mai Davika Hoorne, atriz, 1992

Mild Lapassalan Jiravechsoontornkul, atriz, 1994

Min Peechaya Wattanamontree, atriz, 1989

Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Idol (membro do G-IDLE), 1997

Mint Ranchrawee Uakoolwarawat, atriz, 1998

Mook Engfa Waraha, cantora e rainha da beleza de Bangkok, 1995

Mook Mookda Narinrak, atriz, 1996

Myra Maneepat Molloy, cantora e atriz, 1997 

Namfah Thunyaphat Pattarateerachaicharoen, atriz, 2000

Namtan Tipnaree Weerawatnodom, atriz, 1996

Namtarn Pichukkana Wongsarattanasin, atriz, 1991

Nene Pornnappan Pornpenpipat, atriz e idol (BonBon Girls 303), 1997 (é tailandesa-chinesa)

Noon Sutthipha Kongnawdee, atriz, 1995

Nychaa Nuttanicha Dungwattanawanich, atriz, 1996

Orn Patchanan Jiajirachote, idol (BNK48) e atriz, 1997 

Pat Chayanit Chansangavej, atriz, 1994 (é tailandesa-chinesa)

Piglet Charada Imraporn, atriz, 1995

Pim Pimprapa Tangprabhaporn, atriz, 1992

Ploy Ploypailin Thangprabhaporn, atriz e youtuber, 1997 

Ployphach Patchatorn Thanawat, atriz, 1996

Poyd Treechada Petcharat, atriz, 1986 (é uma mulher trans)

Prang Kannarun Wongkajornklai, atriz, 1991

Prigkhing Sureeyaret Yakaret, atriz, 2002

Rasri Balenciaga Chirathivat, atriz, 1990

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong, atriz, 2002 (é tailandesa-britânica, ela nasceu na Tailândia)

Sabina Ajirapha Meisinger, atriz, 1994

Samantha Melanie Coates, atriz, 1996

Taew Natapohn Tameeruks, atriz, 1989

Thanaerng Kanyawee Songmuang, atriz, 1996

Ticha Kanticha Chumma, atriz, 1995

Ticha Wongtipkanon, atriz e maquiadora, 1994

Toey Jarinporn Joonkiat, atriz, 1990

Wawwa Nicha Chokprajakchat, atriz, 1991

Yada Narilya Gulmongkolpech, atriz e cantora, 2000

Yaya Urassaya Sperbund, atriz, 1990

Yoghurt nattasha Bunprachom, atriz, 1987

Zorzo Nathanan Akkharakitwattanakul, atriz, 1994

[birguzelllincirkini]

Belediye hangi akilla buraya bank koymuş anlamadım.

Hatta uzun uzun düşündüm "olm absürtlük mü,sürrealizm mi,post modernizlim yada anarsizim mi cart curt. Sair burda ne demek iştemiş falan filan diye düşünüyorum, küçük hanımı beklerken.

Hem yaya hemde araba trafiginin yoğun olduğu bir kavşağa neden koyarlar bu bankı.

Neyse dedim bir oturayim belki bir hikmeti var.

Ve hakikaten varmış.

Onca insanın vızır vızır geçtiği bu yerde bu banka oturunca insan görünmez oluyor.

Hani Nazım abé diyor ya"ben bir ceviz ağacıyım gülhane parkında ne sen bunun farkındasın ne de polis" aynı bundan oldu kimseler görmedi duymadı beni...

[hopsivava]

Aptal tofascilar siz piyasa yapacaksınız diye otobüsü kaçırdım. Yaya yolunda bekliyorum karşıya geçmek için neden yol vermiyorsun?

Şimdi ya 35 dakika diğer otobüsün gelmesini bekleyeceğim yada 50 dakika yürüyeceğim.

Normalde otobüse bile binmem hep yürürüm ama bu sabah bacaklarıma o kadar çok yüklendim ki hala ağrıyor.

[thewaywardcasgirl]

some big dragon ep 7 random thoughts

ok we're starting from where we left off

disappointing communication but it's still something

bitch clear the issues like adults

mangkorn was legit for asking about nine relentlessly and yai was legit for torturing him

them acting cute 5yos around each other

bitch that sky is as clear as y'all skin🌤️

choosing each other's date outfits 💗and yai being shyy?? whyy?? i still awwwed

so many awwws, is this is a set up for skyrocketing angst? probably. am i still gonna coo and aww at every turn? definately.

templllllleeee date!!!! so holy

bird releasing? why? what did he dooooo

why is your name mangkorn? he told you in the confession (?) yai! but this new explanation is on brand with the writer's consistent inconsistency

don't play with my heart like that with the baby talk guys I'm still 🤞 for the mpreg scare (yaya only one ep left yada yada shushh)

my idiot son y'all never bought a new memory card lmao and such good boi mangkorn always carrys a memory card to give to bf they're perfectly matched

they're so playful and happy and finally acting their age

gotta love the colors and the framing of the shots

THEY'RE BACK!! MY LOVELY LESBIANS ARE BACK with a product placement :/

sneaky boy yai

wlw mlm solidarity here we goooooooo

urgh why is he there again? nine dude TAKE the big ass NO yai gave you

nadear!!! you sweet babygirl you i love my dumbass daughter y'all

all aboard the jealousy express chuchuuuu

wake up honey new battle form dropped

the lesbians are regretting (some of) their life decisions 🫠

the lesbians wisely dipped out

awww the bird's cousin came back to thank you🐦

theme park dates my beloved

mangkorn you poor baby dragon 🤢

grandpa ride seriously ���

slaps hand on the extended date - this baby can fit so many dates in it

hongdear seriously planning future and coming out I'm so proud yasss girl do it from a safe distance ⛑️

dragon's himbo brain strikes again 😜

you know he has a food sharing kink mangkorn!

yay the dragon plushie made it in the show! 📚

matching bracelets my beloved ☯️

turning the deep thoughts light on now are we💡

they're so happy

ok creepy

self-awareness in my big dragon?

don't ever leave me? definitely not a setup for final angst

where's my bdsm tho

i see they're making up for lost time 🫣☺️ (finally got a true to book scene)

dick so good yai went comatose, next day found him a tiger plushie aaaand covered the room with rose petals aaaandddd a yinyang rug?

also the letter reading !!!💌 mangkorn calmed him with one (1) kiss one(1)

yup!!! called it! angst setup

your dream is also my happiness 💘😭😭 was not expecting a seperation arc

all in all so much fluff and domesticity my stomach hurts and so much soft aesthetic sex my heart's on fire

the camera crew put their whole pussy into today's ep and i love them for it

i missed yai's gaudy tiger necklace though

[apartfromgod]

I hate UK trans healthcare. I got diagnosed w/ gender dysphoria + dysmorphia at 15. I was put on the children's gender clinic waiting list thing, got nothing. Moved onto the adults ( except I don't know, because they won't give me a straight fucking answer but even if I did get switched over ; ) and got put at the bottom of that waiting list. Okay, fine, whatever. I'm nineteen rn. That's four years of waiting, two years of being on the adult gender clinic waiting list. With the belief that I'm on it, I still have to wait another four years ( ish ) to get my FIRST appointment. Because the waiting times are 5 - 6 years. With that being said, I will be TWENTY FUCKING THREE BY THE TIME I GET MY FIRST APPOINTMENT. AND THEN IT'S THE LONG ASS PROCESS OF THERAPY, AND CONFIRMATION, AND YAYA, YADA, FUCKING YADA BEFORE I CAN EVEN GET HORMONES. ( not saying that's not necessary, but I'm bitching so who cares. )

I just— twenty three. That's eight years of waiting. I can't do this shit lmaoooooo

[kadirsykk7]

Yalnızlığı hissedebilmek için sadece soğuk ve hissiz bir odada duvarlarla konuşmak mı gerek? Toplum denilen sahte kalabalığın içinde de yalnızlığı hissedemez mi insan? Yalnızlığı asıl orada hissediyorum ben, bir yaya geçidinde trafik lambasına bakarken, hastanede, bir hastaya ya da yaşlıya yardım ederken hissediyorum. Sırf toplumun getirdiği yazılı olmayan kuralı uygulayan o tuhaf adamı tanımıyorum. Bir keresinde müzik konserinde bile hissetmiştim. Kulağıma gelen tınılar sadece bulantımı tetikliyordu. Etrafımda ki kalabalığın hoplayıp zıplaması uyuşturulmaktan zevk aldıklarını gösteriyordu sadece. Bir sürü aptal bir kalabalık eğlendiklerini sanarak sadece kendilerini kandırıyorlardı. Yalnızlığımı anılaştırdığım bir başka serüvenlerden birisi olarak sonuçlanmıştı. En yakın arkadaşlarımla bile basit bir yemek yerken, onlarla konuşan adamı tanımıyorum ben, birisi bedenimi ele geçirmiş gibi ama müdahale edemiyorum. Yalnız olduğunu o hissiz odada anlarsın, hepimiz anlarız aslında ama hissetmek için o gizemli yerden çıkıp birbirimize bakmalıyız. Bir baba bile ailesiyle birlikteyken bile yalnız değil midir aslında? Ailede, herkesten habersiz verdiği o eşsiz mücadelenin karşılığı olarak, kendisine söylenen yere oturması, kendisine söylenen yemeği yemesi, televizyonda kendisine söylenen kanalı açıp kapatması, onun özgür bir aile babası yoksa köle olduğunu mu gösteriyor ya da yapayalnız kalmış bir hiç kimseyi mi? Köşesine çekilmiş emeklilik hayatı yaşayan daha büyük bir ebeveyn, size büyük bir ailesi olan birisini mi gösteriyor, yoksa bir nesne gibi kullanılıp köşeye atılan, miras için arada bir kontrol edilen yapa yalnız olan bir başka hiç kimseyi mi? Evet gerçek tam olarak bu, biz hiç kimseleriz. İsimlerimiz ve yüzlerimiz var tanınmak için. Kimin nerede kullanıldığını belirleyen denek numaralarından ibaret bana göre ve bu yaşadığımız korkunçluğun yegane sebebi, o tuhaf odada çırılçıplak kalabilen ruhumuzu, oradan çıkarken giydirip çıkmamız, kimseye göstermiyor yada kimseye dokunamıyor oluşumuzdan kaynaklı. Ne kadar ürkütücü, hiç kimse, kimseyi tanımıyor.

[heavenbarnes]

I hear you knocking

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Warnings: swearing, oral (female receiving), mentions of masturbation, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (this is fictional, yours isn’t, use protection), coming inside, semi-public sex

Word Count: 5k

yada yaya yada eddie eddie eddie rah rah rah, working title was “eddie munson’s mortifying ordeal of being known” x

For the record, you didn’t ask for this. Almost all of the shenanigans you’d found yourself in as of late you didn’t ask for. But you still found yourself in them, ankle deep and wading through whatever shit came out of it. Curse the kindness of your heart.

“Do you drink coffee?” You asked across the counter, looking for anything to busy yourself that wasn’t wiping down the already clean counter for the hundredth time.

“Oh, god no, if you think I’m insufferable now you would fucking hate me with caffeine.”

Eddie fucking Munson. You didn’t actually think he was insufferable but in hindsight, you’ve probably dodged a bullet by not putting the percolator on. He was already bobbing his knee double-time as he perched at the counter, a touch further and his boot would burn a hole through the floor.

2.30am and you’re in your diner with Eddie Munson, apparently for your own safety. Nancy had split you all up and given you all strict instruction on where to go, you ended up landing on your workplace with this guy knowing it smarter not to argue.

Your eyes followed his nervous movements, the way he twirled that one strand of hair in front of his mouth. The way his fingers would drop to drum an innocuous tune against the bench. His hands coming up to hug the opposing bicep before he’d repeat the pattern again.

“What is it?” You finally posed the question that you’d assumed had been hanging between the two of you since you both arrived. “Is it the impending sense of doom making you so nervous or is it just me?”

When Eddie’s eyes floated from tracing the roof tiles to scan across your face, you damn near felt it in your soul. You wouldn’t say you’d spent much time thinking about him but whenever you did you were always a little taken aback.

Eddie Munson was, in every sense of the word, beautiful.

“Both? I think both?” He offered as he spun around on the stool, long arms stretching across the space between you. “Also this, this is almost a constant state of being for me.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up in a smile, nodding gently as you took his word for it. “If you don’t want coffee, how about your usual?”

Eddie stopping toying with the strap on his watch to catch your gaze for a moment. “My usual?”

“Yeah, cheeseburger with no pickles and vanilla milkshake with yes caramel sauce.”

It was incredibly hard to miss the blush that flushed its way across Eddie’s cheeks, those wide eyes somehow managed just a little wider. You could see the corners of his mouth twitching.

“It is.”

“I know.”

“You remembered.”

“I did.”

You had to break the stare first, folding up the dish-rag and hanging it behind you. Circling around the length of the counter, you sat up on the stool beside him and gave yourself a push. As you spun towards him, your bare knee brushed Eddie’s own where the skin poked through the rip in his denim.

“No thanks, I’m not hungry,” His elbow lent on the counter and his head perched against his hand. “I’m just enjoying the company.”

If things had worked out how they were supposed to, you and Eddie would’ve graduated about the same time. Things, however, get in the way and the planets don’t always align. So instead you serve milkshakes on roller skates and he stops by and pretends to do homework.

“Do you remember everyone’s orders or am I just special?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and dish him up your most theatrical sigh as you lent back in your seat. Luckily, it evoked a chuckle out of Eddie and that sound was sweet sweet music. You matched his stance, resting your head against your palm and looking almost sideways at him.

“Slow your roll there, Munson,” You waved a finger at him. “I would have a harder time remembering if you weren’t in here so often.”

As if Cupid had floated down from the clouds and fired his bow, Eddie clasped a hand over his heart in faux ache. “Ooh, that is wounding, what happened to the customer being right?”

“Never said the customer was wrong, just said he never leaves.”

“Yeah, well where else do I go to see the pride of Hawkins High spin around on roller skates?”

The term nearly made your eyes roll back in your head. “God, I graduated how long ago? Give it up!”

It wasn’t as if you and Eddie were friends at school, you definitely moved in different groups. You had the friends and the notoriety, the kind smile and people eating out of the palm of your hand. Same couldn’t exactly be said for the man beside you but past is in the past.

You noticed the way his eyes were still flickering across yours, there was almost certainly something he was waiting to say. Furrowing your brows, thankfully Eddie understood your look enough to open his mouth.

“I don’t even know if you’ll remember this-”

“Try me.”

He pushed up from his elbow and spun his chair around till his back was against the edge of the counter. He brought both his elbows back to lean, head tipped till the ends of his curls brushed lightly over he table top. It did captivate your attention for just a moment until he started to speak again.

“The year you graduated, the talent show at school? My band performed and everyone hated it.”

You stayed put with your cheek gently resting on your palm, watching him watch nothing as he spoke. Easier to say this to the wall than it was to you.

“I mean, hated it, they were booing and calling us every name they could and we just stopped playing. Hard to believe but I don’t get embarrassed easily,”

A snort slipped out of you and you saw a light in the corner of Eddie’s eye.

“But I was humiliated.”

You straightened you arm till your head lent against it, nearly laying straight on the counter. Your fingers very gently found the ends of Eddie’s hair, just and only running the soft strands through your fingers as he carried on.

“Then, all of a sudden, I hear this voice start to sing along word for word. You, you just sang your heart out and then your friends joined in and then the whole school. I felt like the fucking man.”

Eddie’s head turned slightly towards you and caught the way your fingers were slowly working their way into his hair. You stalled for a moment, not wanting him to pull away but he let you continue, as if this was something you’d always done.

“You probably don’t even remember that moment but I think of it every time I pick up a guitar. I think you were my first ever fan?”

You let go of his hair, pushing yourself back up and hopping down from the chair. Your sneakers squeaked gently on the floor, skates packed up in your locker, as you nonchalantly sauntered in front of him.

Kicking dust from floor tile to floor tile, you raised your head to find Eddie looking at you intently as if there was something riding on this next move. “I hear you knocking.”

His brow quirked up as he asked you “huh?”

“I hear you knocking by Dave Edmunds, that’s what Corroded Coffin played.”

There was something on his face that drove you wild, something you couldn’t pin point but wanted to see a million times over.

“It was.”

“I know.”

“You remembered.”

“I did.”

Eddie pushed off his elbows and spread two large palms over his knees as he lent towards you, this time it was him trying to study the look on your face.

“I am honoured to have been your first fan, especially since it was you that gave me my favourite song.”

“Don’t tell me?”

Your face broke into a tell-tale smirk, stepping up beside him and leaning across the counter. Behind wiggling as you reached all the way to the other side, searching blindly for the prize. Very suddenly, long fingers gripped the hem of your skirt and pulled it back down from where it was grazing the curve of your ass.

“For your modesty.” His warm voice hummed with a chuckle laced through it.

Rolling your eyes, you ignored him as you found your purse and pulled it back with you. Digging through the bag, you landed on the cassette tape and placed it straight in Eddie’s hand. He cracked it open, studying the name down the spine of the tape.

“As I live and breathe, you are still a fan!”

“I drive to and from work to that song, still prefer the Corroded Coffin cover though.”

Bright eyes left the tape and landed on your own, his pretty teeth breaking through in a smile. It naturally evoked one from you and you couldn’t say why but there was something inside you that said you’d like to do that again. 

You liked making Eddie Munson happy, so what?

Closing up the tape and putting it back in your purse, he turned back towards you and extended both hands out in front of him. You narrowed your eyes, unsure what the grabby hands meant but your body made the choice for you and soon you were stepping between his spread thighs.

Large hands, warm hands settled on your hips and he gave you a gentle nudge until you were impossibly close to him. “Careful Munson, you’re making my groupie dreams come true.”

He huffed a laugh out through his nose. “Not a chance, you were always the dream not me.”

Your hands against his chest and leaning back slightly you cocked your head to the side. “Can we at least call it even?”

His hands moved down to your bare thighs, gently trailing up towards your ass as his head tipped towards you. His forehead gently rested against your own as he spoke. “I have been obsessed with you since they put you in my history class and you were the only person to not call me freak.”

“I wont lie, I always just thought you were hot,” His chest moves under your palms as he laughs. “But my favourite time of day is when you visit the diner.”

You couldn’t even lift your eyes to look at his as you say it so he took matters into his own hands, literally. Fingers under your chin, he tilted you up so he could take a good look at you as you filled in the dots to every fantasy he’d ever had about you.

“Cruel joke or have I just been too stupid to see this?”

“Eddie, I’ve listened to a song for how many years because you played it in front of me once?”

“Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

“Don’t call yourself-”

He wouldn’t even let you finish your positive affirmations rant as his lips completely domineered your own. Impossibly plush and everything you could’ve thought it would feel like, maybe even more.

That’s not to say you’d regularly thought of what it’d feel like to kiss this man.

No, fucks sakes you really had. You couldn’t fucking count the amount of times you’d drooled as this man strode into your diner and planted himself in a booth with his thighs spread wide and his heavy boots knocking against the other seat in front of him.

How he’d comb his fingers through that hair and you’d wish that it was you doing that and then he’d catch your gaze and you’d have to play it off but he was smiling and you were fucking melting in your underwear because-

Because truth be told you’ve wanted Eddie Munson since the moment you laid fucking eyes on him.

“Eddie,” You gasped as you drew your lips off of his.

His hands had migrated back to your waist and it felt so good to have him hold you so tight and he nervously asked you what was wrong? as his lips already started to move to the side of your neck.

“Eddie I have thought about this more times than I can even remember.”

Your skin muffled his words just a little. “Thought about what?”

“Don’t make-”

“Thought,” Kiss. “about,” Another. “what?”

Your fingers carded into the length of his hair and you tugged him back so you could see him, if you had to say this out loud you’d at least get to treat yourself to the look on his face.

“Being fucked by you,” Your voice shook as you spoke. “Couldn’t help it, I’m fucking obsessed.”

Eddie’s jaw slackened as he moaned, straight from the chest and there was that sweet music again. You’d wear bruises on your knees for your life if it meant that you always knew what that sounded like, better than you’d imagined.

Imagined when it was late at night and that cassette was in your Walkman and flooding your senses and you could just imagine it was his fingers between your legs and not your own. This man had you fucking whipped and your own pride had denied you this for what reason exactly?

Eddie immediately closed his lips back against the column of your throat, making his way up to the curve of your jaw and whimpering quietly as he went. All your energy went into not falling apart right in front of him, your fingers gripped his biceps as he marred your skin by nipping at it gently.

“Prettiest girl I ever seen been thinking all dirty about me? Well I never.”

You moaned for him, the noise naturally made it’s way out of you as he spoke. Everything about him was intoxicating, your knees buckled as you fell into him and gripped the material of his shirt. Following his lead, your lips pressed against his Adam’s apple feeling it bob beneath your lips as he spoke.

“So fucking pretty, so soft and so-” 

He cut himself off with a deep groan, your fingers skittering across the crotch of his jeans. They were tight, tight enough that you could feel him just through the material with next to nothing left to the imagination.

Heading for his belt, you felt his hands grip yours and draw you away. His nose nudged up against your face as he found his way back to your lips, speaking into your mouth.

“Hard to believe but you’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this.”

You huffed a laugh as Eddie got off the stool, leaving you bleary eyed and swaying lightly where you stood. One hand adjusted himself in his jeans and the other reached for his jacket, laying it out on the counter. 

He let out a sharp whistle, catching your attention as he nodded towards the fabric. “Up you get.”

Eddie smiled as he watched you lay back on it, propping yourself up on your elbows. He reached into your purse, fishing around without breaking his eyes from you. Coming back with a scrunchie, he loosely threw the top section of his hair into a bun before he spoke.

“Atta’ girl.”

Incredibly simple sentiment but it set your insides alight all the same. Coupled with blunt nails trailed along the skin of your thighs as he pushed your skirt up around your hips. You helped him, bunching it up towards your waist until your panties were displayed for him.

Laying back against the comfort of his jacket, you took a moment to be completely consumed by him. His scent was all around you, his warmth still lingering beneath you. Now the feeling of his skin on yours as he took you apart piece by piece right before him.

There was no doubt he could see the wet patch along the seat of your underwear. This had been coming for a long time, there wasn’t really anything Eddie could do that didn’t have you in a mess. There really wasn’t any room to be embarrassed as you heard him suck in a breath and gently run a finger along the length of you.

“Sweet girl, even sweeter pussy.” He hummed, hooking a finger into the side of your underwear and pulling it away.

Lips pressed together, a pathetic moan still made it’s way out of you as you watched him work. He took his sweet time, running the tips of his fingers through your wetness and reveling in the rise it got out of you. He brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down and immediately locking eyes with you to see what he’d done.

Eddie Munson was just a little bit obsessed with the way you reacted to him.

“P-please, I-” He cut you off by circling his thumb once.

When you didn’t speak up again, he cocked his head willing you to continue.

“Eddie please, I’m not above begging.”

Those impossibly dark eyes held your stare as he threatened two fingers at the edge of where you were hottest and wettest. “Good.”

You knew what he wanted, he may have waited for this for just as long as you had but you were learning things tonight. He may have been perpetually on edge, he may have always been fidgeting but he was never in a rush.

Eddie Munson had the patience of a saint and he was going to use it to turn you inside out.

Pride swallowed right down to the pit of your stomach, you reached between your legs to grip his wrist. Pulling him just that bit closer, you spoke up. “Eddie?”

He hummed in acknowledgement.

“Fuck me?”

His smile took up the entirety of his face, teeth bared and cheeks rising as he withdrew his fingers. Thankfully, he was back quickly to slide your underwear down your legs and tuck them in his back pocket.

“You sound so fucking pretty asking, I think I’ll have to.”

He was always going to, that was for certain. Eddie had kind of resigned himself to the fact that something between the two of you would change that night, he just felt it in the air when he followed your through the door.

Eddie had told himself that if he left this evening without so much as kissing you, he might as well give up. So what’s the hurt in doing one better. No specifics on where he was kissing you, either.

Hands slid beneath your hips, angling them up as Eddie ducked his head towards your heat. The moment you felt soft lips wrap around your clit and suck, you were done for. Your hands immediately went to the back of his head, cradling him gently as his tongue moved lightning quick against you.

“Jesus Christ, Munson.” Your head tipped back against his jacket, enveloping you in the warmth.

He hummed for you, the vibration running straight through the middle of your body and breaking you open. He knew exactly what he was doing, your hands more gripping out of desperation rather than direction. Like a man starved, his lips left no part of you untouched.

Eyes firmly fixed on the ceiling tiles above you, you called out his name into the open space as you felt his tongue at your entrance. You pulled gently at his hair, feeling a moan leave him and hit you straight on till your toes curled in your sneakers.

Looking between your thighs, those beautiful round eyes looked back at you making you tense up under his touch. They followed every move you made and caught your breath in your throat. “Eddie, you’re so fucking pretty.”

You knew he was smiling, even if half his face was buried between your thighs. His eyes softened and his tongue flickered back up to your clit, working even harder against you. Spurring him on even further, you couldn’t help running your mouth. “And you’re really fucking good at this.”

So Eddie Munson responds well to praise, because the minute you told him that you thought he was going to kill you. He tilted your hips up further, locking his grip on your hips and moving his tongue even quicker in sweeping motions. 

Your hands gripped even harder onto his hair which only seemed to push him even further, before you could even realise what you were doing you felt your hips canting into his face as your head dropped back.

One of Eddie’s hands left your hip to ghost up the length of you, sliding up your sternum until his fingers were toying with the base of your throat. Your own movements sped up, fucking his face as the assault with his tongue got nearly unbearable.

“Don’t fucking stop, please don’t-”

You heard him mumble something akin to “I got you, I got you” before your vision went bright white, and your grip around him went crazy. Hands holding his head right up against you, you felt yourself unravel so quickly it sent shocks right through you.

Like the good man he is, Eddie kept you going through it with his tongue never relenting. He let you use him, let you fuck yourself on the tip of his tongue as you shuddered back down from the heavens.

He drew back, wet chin and puffy lips as he grinned down at you. You were quick to grip his shirt, pulling him down till his lips were against yours and his hands were spanning across your ribcage. His tongue ran against your own, molding against it and prickling your skin with the delicate touches.

Sitting up, you shuffled forward and felt his arms wrapping around your waist. Raising a hand between the both of you, you trailed it down his front until you were toying with the buckle of his belt.

Just a touch lower and you could well and truly feel his straining against his jeans, the slightest inkling of a wet-patch forming on the front. Feather-light touches against him had the sweetest moans flooding into your mouth.

“There is no fucking way I’m gonna’ last with you touching me like that, sweet girl.”

You snorted a gentle laugh as you moved your hand back up and under his shirt, feeling the soft tuft of hair just above his jeans. “You’re not laughing at me are you?”

“No, no never.” You assured him, lips still against his.

“Good, because if you could see yourself the way I do you’d get it.”

“Oh, I would would I?”

“Oh yeah, if you got on your knees for me I’d probably pass out.”

“Next time, then.”

Eddie stopped, pulled back from your lips and looked down at you to see you looking right back up with the sweetest little smile spread across your features. He shook his head, the ends of his curls swishing lightly as he tutted you.

“Next- next time? Oh yeah, you’re gonna’ get it, sweetheart.”

Tugging at your hips, you giggled as he pulled you back down to stand in front of him. He was back on you as quick as he’d left you, hands gripping you and lips covering any inch of your face he could muster.

Eddie’s lips were messy against your own, the lasting taste of you still lingering on him. His touch was all over your waist but his hands weren’t hurried or fidgety like you were used to. It was as if the moment he got a hold of you, the world slowed down around him.

He snapped you from your thoughts when you heard him mumble against your jaw. “Turn around, baby.”

Sandwiched between the hard line of his front and the curve of his counter, Eddie was quick to get your skirt right back up your hips. You felt his touch over the curve of your ass.

“God, everything about you is fucking unreal.”

Looking back over your shoulder, you watched the way he took every inch of you in. It was quiet wonder, running your skin through his fingers like he was afraid you might stop being here right now. Like he might just wake up.

Moving your hand back, you threaded your finger through the scrunchie and pulled his hair down, enjoying the way the curls fell back around his face. You tightened your grip and brought him down to your lips, tongue molding with his as you heard the sound of his belt.

A simple sound that ran a shiver right up your spine, holding Eddie against your mouth so he wouldn’t have the chance to give you shit over your body’s natural response to him. You couldn’t let him get away with too much tonight.

You heard his rings against the metal of his belt and the sound of his jeans shuffling down his thighs. Eager hands ran over the curve of your hips before he drew back from the kiss, fingers hooking into your mouth and running against your tongue.

“That’s it, get them nice and wet for me.”

Dipping that same hand between your legs, he ran his fingers right through the seam of your cunt. You gripped the edge of the counter, pushing back into him and shamelessly dropping your jaw in a heady moan. “God, Eddie please-”

The sound died on the tip of your tongue as you felt the head of his cock attempting to split you in two, nudging straight into your entrance and slowly filling you up. The cries were valiantly trying to make themselves heard but the further he pushed into you, the less you managed to say.

“That what you wanted, pretty girl?” Eddie’s voice was nearly humiliating. “All you’ve ever wanted? Me to fuck you, huh?”

Lips sealed shut you could only nod, eyes screwing shut and nails digging into the laminate of the counter top. You felt him sink right in to the hip, stilling there for a moment and letting you get your breath back. The burn only lasted a moment, before you were reaching behind you and tapping his hip.

“Please, fucking move please.”

“You’ve got such nice manners, little lady.”

Relentless didn’t even do it justice, the minute you gave him the chance his hips were snapping into your own without mercy. A squeal erupted from your chest that had that incredible grin spanning over Eddie’s face, proud of just what he could elicit out of you.

You felt a wide hand span between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward gently until your front was pressed against the bench. Face cushioned by his jacket and hands fisting the fabric, the diner filled with pathetic moans of his name as he pulled your hips back against his own.

“There we go, you look so fucking good like this.”

Even when he was balls deep in you, he could never shut up. Unfortunately, you didn’t hate it. You couldn’t even try to hate it as every word he said sent a fucking flood to the meeting of your thighs.

Eddie Munson may never be silver tongued but he had a dirty mouth and you wanted it all over you for the rest of your life.

One hand slipping up to grip your waist, the other ducking beneath you to toy with your clit as he hammered straight into you. Your knees buckled just slightly, the pressure of it all beginning to overwhelm you. Every single touch was dialed up to 100, every sound he made amplified.

“Eddie, you feel so good- you’re doing so good- you’re-”

Babbling and stuttering as he never let up, hips still steadily rocking into you as you clawed at the table in front of you. Lifting one of your knees, he lent it against the stool in front of you to hit you at a deeper angle. Your mouth dropped open, ungodly sounds emanating from deep in you at the feeling.

The wet sounds of your cunt gripping around the length of him were nearly the loudest thing in the room, he had you fucked up and crying out for him - playing out every single dirty fantasy you’d ever had about the man behind you.

His fingers sped up as they circled your clit, making your back arch even further until your chest was flush with the countertop. You felt Eddie’s lips trailing up your spine, pressing soft kisses up to your shoulder blades. Feeling his hips stuttering, you turned your head back to watch him furrow his brow with his forehead pressed against your back.

“You can come, Eddie,” Your voice was weak as you felt the coil in your stomach ready to snap. “Come for me, yeah?”

Teeth sunk into the flesh of your shoulder, fingers on your clit keeping speed but hips stuttering as you heard quiet little groans flood your senses. Eddie stilled, hips rocking tight against your own as he came for you. Hot and sticky and filling you up as he let out the tiniest whimper of your name.

You felt him pull out but his other arm wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you back and his other fingers quickening against the bud between your legs. “Eddie, you don’t-”

“No no, let me have it.”

The cry that slipped past your lips came out before you could stop it, his name hot on your tongue as you felt everything fall apart. Hot tears hit your cheeks as your legs buckled, Eddie being left to keep you up right as it hit you harder than you could keep up with.

Adjusting your skirt as Eddie fixed himself, you quietly passed him back his jacket as he slipped it back on. You stood there expectantly, scuffing the toe of your sneaker against the tiles as you waited.

When he didn’t get the hint, you cleared your throat before looking up at him under your brow. Cluelessly, those big brown eyes blinked back at you until you let out a huff.

“Oh for god’s sakes, Eddie, give me my fucking underwear.”

“Oh yeah, not a hope in hell.”

[0veil-ablaze0]

Boboiboy AU time, crossposted from my now inactive Wattpad.

Okay, so, Boboiboy and the elementals are siblings, okay? Got it?

Boboiboy is older by a year and the elementals are septuplets. Because I said so.

But plot twist, when the septuplets were born, they were deemed too weak to survive and Amato, who was excited to be a father of eight, is having none of that shit.

And yada yada, plot point, found ochobot, elemental powers and shit, y'know, the fun stuff.

So the elements acts like a life support, how? Idk either man.

One night, uhhhh, the septuplets got kidnapped and Amato angst ensue.

So, Boboiboy, our beloved powerless babey, is our protagonist, if it weren't obvious enough.

Amato in this AU could be a king/hero like in the original series and that makes Boboiboy the prince/son of the hero no one knows about because of the tragedy that struck boy.

Okay, yeah, Boboiboy, never found out about his missing brothers until like, ten. Of course, being a little ten year old and really wanted to be like his father, he wanted to search for them, but Amato's like, "no son, maybe when you're older."

And he did.

At four fucking teen.

He was sent to visit his grandfather, Tok Aba for one, to check on the old man, and two, protection. Boboiboy found Ochobot one fateful night and ye, insert Boboiboy and Gopal adventure music.

So, other main cast introduction:

• Gopal.

Friend of Boboiboy since he was ten, because fuck you, that's why. The only person who knows that Boboiboy is Amato's son, but ends up almost forgetting that.

Powers: Molecular Altercation

We all know how this powers works, and yes, first one to get their power from Ochobot is this guy bc we met the rest mid story.

•'Lightning Thief' or later known as Ada Da

A kid who kept on stealing from the neighborhood, including Tok Aba bc cocoa? Idk.

Powers: Elektrokinesis

Uh, since he never had proper guidance like Gopal, his powers only appears under distress. The only thing he can do at will is shock people. That is, until the duo met again and well, looks like the lighting thief got a new name and a better control over his powers and such.

•Yaya

A lovely girl next door, or town, I guess.

Powers: Barokinesis

After finding out that her powers are barokinesis rather than just, superhuman strength and flight, she could just force you to bow down to her if she wanted to. She might as well revoke your gravity privileges and float you off to space.

•Affan

Yaya's neighbor next door. A cheerful boy, but sometimes ends up being insensitive sometimes.

Powers: Aerokinesis

Lmao he's literally Aang but waking up and choosing violence first thing in the morning. In all seriousness, keep the boy in control.

•Ying

Some sweet, shy girl that the gang collectively decides to adopt. Ends up being the baddest bitch in town, girlboss moment.

Powers: Chronokinesis

We all know how this works, originally mistaken as super speed, she can alter time at will at a fair range, but since it's literally time powers, it takes a lot of energy. Puts you in a mini time loop bc you were talking shit about her friends.

•Fuchsite

Adopted grandson of one of the seven elemental heroes who decided to join Boboiboy's little found family while searching for his bio family gang

Powers: Geokinesis

Power is the most stable and controlled out of everyone because he was trained under his grandfather, when not relying on his powers, he could stand on his own using hand to hand combat.

•Fang

A mysterious boy once rival, now ally, adopted noble/child of hero Maskmana (s-shut)

Powers: Shadow Manipulation

Obviously not as strong as Molecular Altercations, Gravity, or Time. But he makes up for it with being a master shadow puppeteer, from tiny rats to dragons, the shadows of the galaxy is his personal kingdom.

•Brazen

A foreign boy known for his recklessness and rude tongue.

Powers: Pyrokinesis

We all know this, fire powers, one of the classic powers anyone has think of, though the same case as Ada Da, his powers only respond to emotions, this time: stress and pure jealousy. Jealousy to whom? You'll see.

•Geary

Brazen's younger, more 'perfect' twin. Not much to say other than the constant targeting of his dearest brother left him, kinda hurt, but easily brushed off.

Powers: Hydro/Cyrokinesis

Water and Ice, two sides of the same coin, just, depending on which surfaces first. His powers are a lot more stable considering, liquid and stuff like that is very flexible on surroundings, yeah, nothing else to add.

•Ochobot

Their robot friend from the beginning to the end.

Powers: Power Storage and Transfer, Teleportation

Nuff said

•Acacius

A pirates apprentice of the Sparo crew, naive and cute, but with the ability to kill you.

Powers: Agrokinesis

Unfortunately, not being able to harness it properly with the lack of plant life in the ship. Of course, he adapted by stealing some plants and practices with them, only for the plants to be thrown away by Captain Separo directly, his supposed father.

•???

A wise, quite egotistical, socially awkward young boy, being the book keeper of the ancient library of the past months after the library was left, abandoned

Powers: Photokinesis

Never finding out about it until the library, he trains until he reached perfection. The light shines through him like he was a prism, living life with fractured hues to fill his monochrome life.

I'll write extra stuff about this AU later, I'm lazy or asked.

[hevalenroje]

1979 yılında hatırlarsınız. Bir devrimci yoldaşı ziyarete gidisimi anlatan anılardan oluşan hani bir yazı yazdım birinci bölüm buhar oldu birinci ikinci bölümü yazınca hesap 3 gün ceza aldı aradım taradım yok

Neyse. Başka bir sitede paylaşmıştım.

Şimdi final Sinop ceza evi o yıllar devrimci dolu idi Sinop 1978 kuşağı. Devrimci. Bir kusaktı Sinop'ta öyle resimleri sağolsun hemde bir zahmetle Gülay yoldaş temin etti burda resimler için bir kez daha tesekur etmek istiyorum Gulay Gunugur

İnce Cumali 2

Evet ince Cumali yanına ta marsinden batı karadenize

Sinop ceza evine gitmek. İçin

Dün akşam yola çıkmıştım

Hem bir heyecan. Hem bir sevinç vardı. Tarsus ta faşistlere karşı mücadelemiz. Sanki geçen hafta gibi

Geliyordu. Oysa 1,5 yıl geçmişti. Üstünde besna hâlâ oğlum Cumali 14 aydır ceza evinde. Kurban olayım bir kez sadece adana ceza evindeyken gidebildim. Sağolsun. Bir arkadasinin annesi gelmese oğlum ben Türkçe bilmem nasıl giderim kime sorarım. Nerden bilem ben oglum ne okur yazarım. Nede bu Türkçeyi bilmiyorum Cumali söylemiş evin adresini vermiş haftaya anamıda getir ana benim anam Türkçe hiç bilmez ve okuma yazması da yok tamam oğul bulurum sen hiç merak etme 14 ayda zindan olan ince Cumali. Bir ziyaretine giden bir ana Adana'da kalsa belki. O yaşlı besna.hala Her hefta gidecek bu faşist sistem zindanlar devrimcileri yurtsever tutsakları teslim almak için tam işkence merkezine cevirmeye başladığı yılardır 12eylul adım adım geliyor

En az ceza alan ile idam alana karşı faşizm adım adım kisisizleştirmek için her türlü hakeret. Cinseyetci küfürler kadın tutsaklar bariz bir şekilde yapılan tavizkar bakış fiziki ile. Bu o...p olmuş kesin gibi her türlü aşalik çirkin. Saldırılar insanı tam köleye çevirmek keyfi hücre cezaları kitap gazete. Dergi keyfi yasaklar

O yıllarda koğuş sistemi devrimciler apocular. Bütün siyasi tutsaklar komin kuraları içinde ailelerin getirmiş olduklari her türlü temel ihtiyaç karşılayan gıda giysi yada ailerin tutsaklar için yatırdığı para komin hayatı içinde eşit bir şekilde tüm siyasi. Koğuşlarda eşit bir şekilde paylaşıyor. Kimin kıyafeti kimin parası na bakilmadan idare karşında devrimciler. Disarıdaki yoldaşlık. Aksine ceza evinde bireysel yaşam oluyor kolektif yaşam kolektif örgütlü bir yaşam içinde. Değim yerinde ise bilgisiz. Giren politik bilincle. Daha devrimci.cizgide çıkıyordu Kürdistan Türkiye zindanları herkes 12 Eylül faşizmi ile ceza evlerinde işkence başladı sanıyor evet 12,Eylül faşizm Türkiye Kürdistan'da işkence seanslarini sorgudan ceza evlerine taşıması 1977 yılında sonra emperyalist çevrelerin faşist polis örgütünü CIA pentegonda ABD eğitim vermeye başlaması ile. Başladı işkence sadece o dönemlerde devrimci apocu kadrolar ile sınırlığdı 12 Eylül ile birlikte kürde dair en küçük belirtidir yada devrimcilere. En küçük karşı duruş sergileyen kim varsa nasipleniyordu ince cumalide bir kadro idi . Acaba onuda günlerce süren işkence seanslarında gecirdilermi. Mersin Adana Ankara Bolu yanlış hatırlamıyorsam ya kastomunu yada Zonguldak sonra sinopa varmıştım

Yerel halk Sinop kalesi dediği Sinop ceza evine

17 saat süren bir yolcuklu. Sonunda ulaşmıştım Sinop ceza evinin denizin ortasında. Olmasını beklemiyordum daha doğrusu bilmiyordum bir yaşlı amcaya sorduğumda sen ilk kezmi geldin Sinop evet babanmı yatıyor ceza evinde kaç yıl almış cinayetenmi arka arkaya soru yağmuruna tuttu beni amca nasıl giderim sen onu söyle biliyorsan. Gülümsedi. Tamam tamam hemen kızma yeğenim burdan git dogru iskeleye varincaga kadar sonra vapura binecen Sinop kalesinde. İnersin amca ben Sinop kalesini değil yanlış anladın ben ceza evine gitmek istiyorum iyiya bende onu söylüyorum dedi var var sen git eyvelah amca dedim. Ayrılırken yeğen baban siyasi mahkumu yoksa dedi güldüm hey be amca ne çok meraklisin be dedim havada bir soğuk hem kar yağıyor hem buz gibi

Gerçi aralık ayı ama Akdeniz'de ki sıcaklık nere. Karadeniz'de ki. Bu buz kesen hava nerede annem zorladı iki kazak. Giy yollar soğuk kara kış her yer dedi. Israrla söyledi israla ya yok yaya gitmeyecem araba ile gidiyorum otubusler sıcaktır ana dedim şimdi keşke diyorum alsa idim

Bu soğuk iliklerime işledi amca 10 dakika sonra varırsın demişti hey amca ne 10 dakikası. Bu uzak olduğu bilsem bir taksi yada dolmuş yokmu şehirde ona binerdim neyse bir kaç dakika sonra iskeleyi gördüm iskeledeki gorevlige abe ben Sinop ceza evine gitmek istiyorum yeğen su karşıda kahve var otur vapur yeni gitti bir iki saat sonra geri gelir kahve karşı kaldırma iki basamak var kahve girişinde biraz uzunca iki basamak. İçeri girdim cam kenarında iskeleti görecek şekilde. Bir masaya oturdum ocağa doğru bakındım yaşlı bir adam ocakta başı ile çay istermisin eli ilede işaret ederek. Bende başımı salladım tamam der gibi Ali şu gence çayı ver içi ısın cay getiren abi Sinop kalesine giden başka iskele yok değilmi ben yabancıyım burda dedim bekle yeni gitti vapur gelir biraz sonra yalnız hava çok berbat belki biraz geç gelebilir dedi bir kaç dakikada bir camdaki buğu yu elimle siliyor iskeleye. Yönüne bakınıyorum

Bir yarim saat sonra tam iskeleyi kapatacak şekilde bir kum kamyonu park etti hay aksi bir bu eksikti simdi gelse belki fark etmem. Bir an önce ince cumaliyi görmeye gitmek istiyordum ve ilkez. Bu kadar evden uzaklardaydim. Cumali abi acaba beni görünce. Şaşırmı acaba unutmasa soracağım ceza evinde apocu varmı burda diyeceğim. Varsa belki görüşürüm de. Çoktandır kararımı vermiştim. Belki bende apoculara katılırdım. Hemde. Yolcular tartışırız diye türlü türlü. Söylenecek cümle kuruyorum kafam da annesin besna hala. Nasıl. Türkçe bilmediği halde nasıl anlıyorsun diye soracaktım yanlış hatırlamıyorsam bir kez sohbetimizde Kürtçe biraz anlıyorum ama konuşamıyorum demişti belki bunun nedeni de sorarım ya Cumali abi insan ana dilini bilmezmi daha kafamda dünya kadar soru tassrliyorum

Bir ara yine iskele yönüne bakmak için camdan kafamı çevirdim. Hatta oturduğum yerden ağa kalktım belki görürüm diye yok nerde kahve. Kum kamyonuna göre biraz alcakta. Kalıyordu kamyonun damperi hem denizi hem iskeleyi kapatıyordu yok dedim ben bir dışarı çıkayım arada bakıyordum çalışan kamyonun motor sesi de hafif içeriği kadar geliyordu

Üst başı yırtık olan adam kum kamyonun tam damperin ortasında durmuş elleri ile iki yana açıyor sanki karşısında

Koca bir damper değil bir insan varmış gibi hareket ediyordu. Dikatli üstü başı yırtık. Bu soğuk havada. Bu karda ayağında bir sandelet olan adam ilgimi cekmis önümde. Devrimcilerin. Günlük gazetesi. Demokrat gazetesi var garson 3. Çayı istedigimde abe gazete varmı diye sormuştum oda bana bu var birde h��rriyet gazetesi ile Cumhuriyet var fakat gazete burda sağlam durmaz komşu esnaflar almış bakmak istersen bunu oku biraz sonra onlarında getirin demişti

Gazetede faşistlerin. 1 Mayıs mshalesini taradıklarini kahvede oturan iki yaşlı amca ile. Bir genç ağır yaralanmıştı. Köpekler diye içimden geçirdim. Tekrar dışarıya göz attım sabahtan beri damperi izleyen konuşan adam kamyonun damperine olanca hizi ile kafasını vuruyordu camdaki buğu biraz silince yerdeki karı. Kırmızıya çeviren kanında gördüm. Abe diye telaşla garsona seslendim adam kamyona kafa atıyor dedim kim demeye varmaz kahvenin ocaksi koş İzzet kriz geldi yine dedi. Apar topar iki kahvede oturan yaşlı amcaya firladilar. Bir iki dakika içinde zaptetiler kahveye getirdiler. Bende ayağa kalktım onlara yöneldim. Yardımım olurmu diye. Yüzü kandan görünmüyordu alnı açlımıştı. Üzüldüm. Yazık ya niye kafasını. Vurdu durup dururken. Biri eczacığı çağırmaya gitti hızlı koşarak yüzünü ıslak havlu ile temizlediler kan hala akıyordu derken eczacı ile çağırmaya giden adam kahveye girdiler.

Yarın ince Cumali 14 ay sonra ilk kez görüşeceğiz. Tarsus'ta yediğimiz. Faşistler den dayaktan sonra ilk karşılaşmamız olacak

[yasinzafer]

BİSİKLET - YAYA - ARABA YOLU

           Toplumumuzun en büyük problemlerinden biri kurallara uymakta zorluk çekmemiz. Metroda ki yürüyen merdivende sağda durma kuralından tutun kapalı alanda sigara içilmemesine kadar bu tip kurallara maalesef uyamıyoruz. İnsanlık hali bazı durumlarda dikkat dağınıklığı sebebiyle uymadığımız kuralları başkalarının nazik uyarısı ile yerine getirebiliriz. Bu yazıda bisiklet, yaya ve araba yolunda ki aksaklıklara değineceğim. Öncelikle tam olarak sözcük anlamını bilmeyenler için 3 kelimenin de anlamını paylaşacağım.

Yaya Yolu Nedir ?

Karayolunun, taşıt yolu kenarı ile gerçek veya tüzel kişilere ait mülkler arasında kalan ve yalnız yayaların kullanımına ayrılmış olan kısmına yaya yolu denir.

Bisiklet Yolu Nedir ?

Karayolunun, sadece bisikletlilerin kullanmalarına ayrılan kısmıdır.

Bisiklet yolu ölçülerinin Türk Standartları Enstitüsü tarafından bisiklet yolu ile ilgili yayımlanan standartlara uygun olması gerekmektedir.

Karayolu Nedir?

Karayolu: Trafik için, kamunun yararlanmasına açık olan arazi şeridi, köprüler ve alanlara “karayolu” denir.

     Peki tanımlamalardan da kolayca anlaşılan bu konulara neden alışamıyoruz. Neden bisiklet yolundan yayalar yürür, kaldırıma araba park eder yada araba yolunun ortasından yürünür? Bisiklet yolundan yürüyen yayaya zil çalan bisiklet sürücüsüne verilen tepkilere ne demeli? Kaldırıma parkeden araçları nereye şikayet edeceğiz. Hadi şikayet edecek yer bulduk caydırıcı ne gibi bir önlem alınacak? Artık adet haline gelmiş gibi yakın bir dükkanda işi olan park yeri bulamayan hemen kaldırıma çıkıveriyor. Bunun sonucunda yaya ne yapıyor? Mecbur. Yola iniyor. Bunun en acı vereni bebek arabası olanın yada engelli vatandaşın çaresiz kalması.

[fecrimazi]

Size insanların iyisini ve kötüsünü haber vereyim mi? İnsanların iyisi, atının veya devesinin sırtında, yada yaya olarak ölünceye kadar Allah yolunda çalışıp çabalayandır. İnsanların kötüsü ise Allah'ın kitabını okuduğu hâlde ondan yararlanmayan kişidir.

[isausmanmohd]

WANNAN TSARI ZAI CUTAR DA MUTAN KAR-KARA FA IDAN...! A shekarar 2007, gidan redion BBC Hausa sun gabatar da wani shiri na " BBC HAUSA A KARKARA" inda suka kewaya kauyuka masu dimbin yawa suna bayyana yadda halin rayuwar al'ummun dake karkara ke ciki" Acikin wannan shiri, an zanta da mutanen Kauyuka dadama, da wasunsu idan aka tambayesu yaya sunan Shugaban kasar da yake mulki a lokacin, wato (Umaru Musa Yar'Aduwa) sai suce wallahi su basu ma san sunanshi ba, wanda hakan yake nuna cewa yadda labari ke saurin bazuwa wajen mutanen dake birane, ba haka abin yake ga mutanen karkara ba, ko da yake daga wancan lokaci zuwa yanzu an samu ci gaba da yawaitar hanyoyin yada labaro. Idan ka rantse babu kaffara akanka, a halin da ake ciki yanzu haka, kashi 50% na kauyukan dake Arewancin Nigeria sam basu da cikekkiyar masaniya akan wannan shiri na Gobnati, kuma ga wa'adin da aka diba yana ta kusantowa. SABODA HAKA YA DACE GOBNATI TA CHANJA WANNAN SHIRIN NATA, TA HANYAR TSAWAITAWA, KO KUMA SHIGA LUNGU DA SAKO ANA WAYAR DA KAN MUTANEN KARKARA DA KASHI 80% DINSU BASU KAI KUDADENSU BANKUNA DOMIN AJIYE, AYAYIN DA AKASARINSU BASU MA DA ASUSUN AJIYA A BANKUNA. ALLAH YAKAI SAKONMU GA WANDA MUKAYI DOMINSU. ALHAMDULILLAH https://www.instagram.com/p/Ckd_VeHIIns/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bezeksiz]

Sən yarımın qasidisən, Əylən, sənə çay demişəm. Xəyalım göndəribdi Bəski mən ax-vay demişəm. Ax! Gecələr yatmamışam, Mən sənə lay-lay demişəm. Sən yatalı, mən gözümə Ulduzları say demişəm. Hər kəs sənə “ulduz” deyə, Özüm sənə “ay” demişəm. Səndən sora həyata mən Şirindisə, zay demişəm. Hər gözəldən bir gül alıb, Sən gözələ pay demişəm. Sənin gün tək batmağıvı Ay balana tay demişəm. İndi yaya qış deyirəm, Sabiq qışa yay demişəm. Gah toyuvu yada salıb, Mən dəli nay-nay demişəm. Sonra yenə yasa,batıb Ağları hay-hay demişəm! Ətək dolu dərya kimi, Göz yaşıma çay demişəm. Ömrə, sürən mən qaragün Ax demişəm, vay demişəm!🌹 #bezeksiz #bəzəksiz #bezeksizmusic #yarqasidi #şəhriyar https://www.instagram.com/p/BnwEs7YnSn1/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=a7mvs4mwm6ru

[caffienefeen]

#RiseAndShine! ☕💪🏃‍♂️happy 🐪 day! . 30+ min strength training, 5 mi, done! Pushing it a bit, rough through the last hills, Yaya yada, but done and fun. Briefly thought about skipping a hill ot two to shave seconds, but hills are speed work in disguise. Or something like that. 🤣 . 🎵master p - "make em say uhh" came on in the last mi. It applied. 😂 . Poor lighting for my pic, but rocking one of my Philly Love run shirts. Anyone running it? 3/27 . Have a great day everyone! . #BibChat #RunChat #RunningIsNOTCancelled #runner #runners #runnerscommunity #runnersofinstagram #runnersofig #igrunners #instarun #instarunners #fitfam #marathon #halfmarathon #marathontraining #rwrunstreak #runstreak #fitspo #loverunphilly #phillyloverun https://www.instagram.com/p/CZwZNbrL2Bo/?utm_medium=tumblr

[hanargelisim]

YOLUN YEŞİL GÖLGESİ

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Tasarım ve finans 57

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Toplumsal alanda hareket düzenlenir iken insana ve bazen diğer canlılara, hareketli cansızlara bunların genel hareket biçimlerine, ortak hareket şekillerine, harekette baskın doğanlarına, .. göre düzenlenir.

Araç yolu, yaya yolu şeklinde en az ikiye ayrılır.

Yaya yolu, araçlara kapalı yol, kaldırım, tüneller, geçitler, koşu, yürüyüş yolu,.. olarak ayrılır.

Araç yolu,, kara yollarında,, tek şerit, çift şerit ve daha fazlası,,

Tek yönlü, çift yönlü,,

Bisiklet yolu, ağır araca kapalı yol,

Arayol, anayol, dağ yolu, şehirler arası yol,, ücretli, ücretsiz,, NATO yolu gibi birçok devletin içinden bir amaç için yapılan yol, .. alt başlıkları altına alınabilir.

Yeşil her birinin içine içkin belli bir düzende yada kapalı alanlarda düzensiz doğal şekilde varlık bulur.

Küçük bir kasabada yeşil kaldırıma içkin yapılır.

Her birkaç yada birkaç yüz metrede ağaç, ağaççık, çicekli, çiçeksiz bitkiler kaldırım içinde bu amaç için bırakılmış toprak ile doldurulmuş boşluklara dikilir.

Böylece betonun baskılayıcı, rahatsız edici etkisi bir parça olsun hafif edilmiş olur.

Yeşil alan bu amaca uygun yola paralel her şerit alana yerleştirilir ise verimsiz ağaçların oluşturacakları tatmin edici olmaktan uzak ve yaya olana engel olabilenin oluşturduğu negatif etki ortadan kalkabilir.

Yeşil gölge, yada yol boyunca yeşil, üretime kazandırılmış şerit 120 cm dolaylarında genişliği ile yerel yönetim için şehire dağılmış tarım alanı olarak görülebilir.

Bu alan yol ile kaldırım arasında olursa, araçların, hızın, insanı baskılayıcı hareketin baskılayıcı etkisi azaltılabilir.

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HaNAR

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