what to do if you haven’t heard from friends or relatives that are US/Canadian natives in Turkey

fried-ferret:

State Department officials are urging anyone who has not heard from a U.S. citizen currently traveling or living in Turkey to call 1-888-407-4747 in United States and Canada or 1-202-501-4444 from other countries, both toll-free.

You can also email TurkeyEmergencyUSC@state.gov

I want to talk about something really important

miss-namjoon:

Okay. I never imagined having to write something like this before in my life. But please spend 5 minutes of your life reading this. Because I need someone to see this. I need people to see. I need people to know.

I’m 15 and I live in Turkey. And over half an hour ago our goverment was overthrown by the military.

We still have internet and our right to live, and our right to express our feelings and ideas even though we were ordered not to leave the houses until an opposing order was released.

This actually happened when my parents were kids too in the 80s. It’s something every Turkish knows and ocassionally makes a bittersweet joke about it. You know what they say about humor being the cure of many things. I think that’s kind of like that.
I can’t seem to understand or with a better word forsee what will happen next because I never lived through anything like this but they always talk about what a hard childhood it was. This isn’t as bad as the previous one but that doesn’t change the fact that it will take all of us back a few years in everything.

For now I just want to talk. About myself, my dreams, some plans and wishes.

You know I’m just enjoying the fact that I can be as selfish as I want for a while since all I can hear is gunshots out of my house. I’m not scared. I’m terrified but it has a weird sweetness in it. I will explain why later.

So when I was 5 I wanted to be a car racer, I never told this to anyone actually because they would say that I’m a girl and laugh at it probably. Then at the age of 7 I decided I would be an archaeologist and I was pretty ready for it until I realised that my sensitive skin would kill me if I stayed in the sun for so long. I was 11 then. I decided I would be a forensic anthropologist because Temperance Brennan from “Bones” was pretty damn cool doing it and it was just like archeology, only focusing on humans and didn’t have to be outside all the time. But I quickly got over this too and decided that I actually had always wanted to be someone who could do anything and saw it all as side quests in a game. Then I decided that I would be a game developer in Korea. This is still my job goal actually.

Well even though I’m not a very popular blogger here. But I have 300 followers and that means a number of friends who appreciate my work and spend their time for me even without seeing me before and that makes me so emotional that I feel like crying sometimes. I am so grateful to you all, even though I’m not the best writer around since I’m a virgin writing smuts and all, you have spent your time for me. That is all I could ask for actually from you. Thank you.

I actually am a better writr than this when I’m not all lovey dovey because I was always considered like a boy. Not that I’m blaming anyone for it though. I just was like that. I like writing books like Haruki Murakami does and I think I’m pretty good at it despite I can’t write anything as good as he does yet. I also have a talent for art, math and physics. I draw at least one drawing a day. And as long as my friends brag about the drawings I made for them it makes me feel like I am a great artist. That makes me happy too. I actually want to be a game developer because like this I can put everything I’m good at in one thing and make something that people would like to spend their time playing. I want them to enjoy a part of their life with something I made.

I want to go to Korea, to hear the language I admire, to see how they develop games in Nexon and to find myself someone. I want someone with cute eyes, a great smile, warm hands and a voice that will make me feel safe as he speaks when I turn to the other side of the room while a war goes on outside the door. Not that I want a war though. I hate it now. I want this person to like my cooking even when the food is burnt and we have nothing to eat pther than the ready meals, someone that won’t mind it when I play a 70s love song after a hiphop song and continue with a classical piece on a road trip. I want this someone to love and respect me both physically and mentally. I want him to be as proud of me as I will be of him. This is my dream.

And I want everyone to know that I will achieve this dream. I would even if this didn’t happen. Even if I weren’t crying and even if there wasn’t gunshots and tanks outside right now. And I will make this happen. I believe this and I belive in myself. That’s all I need for now.

But I also want everyone to know that this happened because our gobermwnt was okay with risking our lives, they were okay with giving citizenship to terrorists to get their votes for the next election, they felt safer when we were too scared to do anything and they didn’t mind destroying the roots of this country for their good. This is why the soldiers are fighting their country now. I actually feel happy that they are gone. Because our “freedom” wasn’t more or less before either. I mean what is the difference between being tied to a tree in the backyard with not being able to leave the house. A few meters isn’t something I mind. But this happened because of their tolerance to the terror. France or Turkey or Syria. It’s the same thing. Terror corrupts us all. You should not tolerate it. You should not feel relieved when there are 10 people dead instead of 100. Those 10 people had dreams. they had a past just like mine up here. Maybe nothing bad will happen to me after this. But I. I don’t wanna die here. I don’t want to die like this. I don’t wanna die for this. I have so many dreams so many plans. I don’t want to die. The windows are breaking. And there are bombs here. I don’t want this. I hate it. I hate it all. I hate everyone included in this. Please don’t support anyone who is okay with this. Please don’t let them. Please don’t be one of them. This is all I ask from you. Please share this with everyone you know. and I want you all to know. That I love every single one of you even though I don’t know you. I love you. You are my friend. My very dear friend who listened to my story. I’m glad. So glad. I might not be around or be able to post anything for a while. Please bare with it. Im sorry for that. If I will be okay, I promise that I will be a better writer I willa achieve my dreams. And i will make a few hours of your life better. I promise.

clitorisrex:

The trope of the “crazy” girlfriend is so prevalent and joked about now, that girls getting into relationships are so worried about seeming imposing, that they do not speak out about things that make them uncomfortable, and are forced to let their boyfriends emotionally manipulate them into normalizing otherwise inappropriate behavior. They do not speak up, and then are faced with dealing with an uncomfortable situation for so long, which can really affect their self esteem and emotional health. “Jokes” aren’t always jokes, especially at the expense of women. They are usually integrated into people’s thinking to the extent that they truly affect people’s opinions of women and the way they see them.

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litlleanatomy:

There is the hashtag #PortesOuvertesNice on twitter if you need a shelter !

Si vous avez besoin d’un abri, y a le hashtag #PortesOuvertesNice sur Twitter !!

lindira:

Fantasy does NOT have to follow real world rules. Fantasy does NOT have to relate to some real world event, country, concept, law, or history. Fantasy does NOT have to mirror any particular time period or country, even if you’re basing your world on a real world one. There is NO SUCH THING as “historical accuracy” in fantasy as it relates to the real world.

THE ONLY THING Fantasy has to do to be believable is follow the established rules OF ITS OWN WORLD. Fantasy can literally be anything you imagine it to be.

If your fantasy world excludes people of color or those belonging to the LGBT+ community, if it’s grossly misogynistic and white cis-male centric, that’s because YOU made it that way. Stop blaming “historical accuracy” or “believability”. It’s not the genre; it’s YOU.