his name is turkey

Little Secret Service Agent

I was having a pretty hard time going sleepies last night. I was triggered and felt uncomfortable and scared being home alone so daddy stayed with me on skype until I fell asleep. He made sure I was dressed for bed and all tucked in with my paci before he started telling me about the secret agent that the Little Secret Service sent to protect me.

He’s a tuxedo penguin, but I never see him because every time I look in his direction, he quickly slides away on his belly. Daddy said we aren’t allowed to know his real name because that’s classified information, but his code name is “little turkey butt” (that’s daddy’s nickname for me 😋). He stands at my door and if anyone tries to come in, he karate chops them in the booty. Whenever I’m scared, daddy also reminds me i has a magical daddy cloak covering me that protects me from all the monsters and keeps me safe and sound while i sleep.

salt mural

some of my fave responses

  • “i love taylor swift and her cat andrea”
  • “is nicki a name or a disappointment???”
  • “this flower wall is almost as bad as trump’s”
  • “at&t who? don’t know her”
  • “hi guys my name is turkey and i love flowers”
  • “i hope these flowers die of thirst”
  • “am i allowed to sue for false advertising”
  • “i got on my laptop just to complain”
  • “where’s kevin from taylor nation when you need him” “in turkey”
  • “@ past me: ya thought so hard”
  • “who let this happen”
  • “WHAT IS HAPPENING”
  • “does taylor even have at&t as her carrier”
Bartender, Heartbreaker (Jason Todd)

My body is very attracted to your body, but when you speak, my brain gets angry & 14 dollars? Is it magic fucking whiskey? Does a motorcycle come with it? Is it going to be served in Jesus’ shoe? with Jason for Anon

WELL HERE IT IS!!! Don’t go too hard on me and remember to correct me if i’m wrong with my grammar or something, Hope you guys like it :)


Saying that Jason was tired was an understatement, he was done with everyone’s bullshit, especially with Bruce’s and all his hypocrisy, all those “Jason no” and don’t forget about the daily “you can’t do this” and his best friend “you can’t do that”, Jason came to the bar that night thinking some alcohol would work to help him relax a little… boy he was wrong.

“That would be 14 bucks, Oreo hair”

“14 dollars? Is it magic fucking whiskey? Does a motorcycle come with it? Is it going to be served in Jesus’ shoe?” Jason grumbled

“I don’t know about the motorcycle or Jesus’ shoe” you laughed “but I’m sure it is magic, give it a try, Oreo” you said giving him an apologetic smile, Jason took a look at them, detailing how their smile was almost saying sorry about the price dude, but I’m not the boss, how their hair was all messy and how their eyes smiled. Not his type, but definitely cute.

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Greece introducing himself to others like:
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Greece:</b> Hello my name is Hellas you can also call me Ellada!<p/><b>England:</b> Well okay Greece!<p/><b>Germany:</b> Griechenland!<p/><b>Greece:</b> No wait I told you that my name is Hel-<p/><b>Italy:</b> Yes! We understand! You're name is Grecia!<p/><b>France:</b> Yes it's simple! Grèce!<p/><b>Greece:</b> goDDAMNIT NO! IT'S HELLAS! HEL-LAS TRY TO SAY IT!<p/><b></b> *Turkey walks in*<p/><b>Greece:</b> Turkey you bastard! Tell them my name is Hellas!<p/><b>Turkey:</b> Okay.. Guys his name is Yunanistan!<p/><b>Greece:</b> NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!<p/><b></b> *Norway appears*<p/><b>Norway:</b> Oh good morning Hellas..<p/><b>Greece:</b> ...<p/><b>Greece:</b> <p/><b>Norway:</b> Why are you cryi-?<p/><b></b> *Greece hugs Norway*<p/><b>Greece:</b> Finally! Finally someone understands!<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
The Best Christmas Dinner

For @driftnfly​ for 2015 Captain Swan Secret Santa gift exchange. Sorry this was a bit late, but I do hope you like it. It was wonderful getting to know you and I hope you have the merriest of Christmases!!

Summary:  A series of shared Christmas dinners over the course of Emma and Killian’s lives mark the milestones of their relationship.

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The first Christmas dinner they share she is 15 years old picking holes into a red and green striped vinyl tablecloth in the dimly lit basement of the local YMCA. There are crafts, and handmade paper chain decorations, and an earnest but slightly pathetic volunteer “Santa” in an ill-fitting suit handing out presents from a metal folding chair.

It should feel sad and awkward, these wayward orphaned children clutching their generic gendered gifts as if they are precious treasures, but the basement is warm and the kids are excited and Emma likes the lights.

It’s much better than her last Christmas at the Owen’s where the only gift she received was a bulk holiday card with a candy cane taped to it from her homeroom teacher, the same bulk holiday card each and every student received that day.

Her Christmas dinner that night hadn’t been too dry turkey covered in lumpy gravy and sticky stuffing but a microwaved bowl of Spaghetti-o’s and one solitary chocolate covered cherry she had saved special from the pack she lifted from the drugstore.

He is there with his volunteer older brother, his accent surprising, and his expression sheepish, but he offers her a warm smile and his blue eyes twinkle, and Emma blushes immediately, looking away.  Their elbows brush as they eat with plastic forks off compartmentalized festive red plastic plates and drink slightly flat, watered down, soda from green Solo cups.   

His name is Killian she finds out, as he shuffles, embarrassed to the front when his name is called to collect his gift, and he is just slightly older than her. He avoids her gaze as he plops into his seat, and picks at the paper but doesn’t open the gift, frowning down at it through thick dark lashes instead.

Anger flares in her belly.

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Hi, Taylor! My name is Sena. I’m sending you this message from Turkey. I’ll be happy you read this. Taylor, I want one thing from you. Please don’t leave me alone. Because, I feel special of you. I am very lucky because you are my idol! I love you so much Taylor. I will always love you.
And;
My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.
@taylorswift
xx Senaylor is real xx

The annual presidential turkey pardoning event at the White House, which takes place again today, is a peculiar one. Presiding over his sixth one last year, even President Obama seemed confused by it all.

“It is a little puzzling that I do this every year,” Obama said, “but I will say that I enjoy it, because with all the tough stuff that swirls around in this office, it’s nice once in a while to just say, ‘Happy Thanksgiving.’”

He says a lot more than that. He makes embarrassing dad jokes, while his daughters stand next to him, about turkeys with punny names — and how they will live out their golden years in splendor. (Though “years” is a stretch. More on that below.)

There’s always lots of laughter for a lighthearted moment the day before Thanksgiving, but the truth behind the turkey pardons is a strange and sad tale with a long and myth-filled history.

The Strange Truth Behind Presidential Turkey Pardons

Photo: Mark Wilson/Getty Images

Hi there. My name is Anya and I’m from Ohio, USA but Istanbul, Turkey has been my home the past few months. I love to shoot candids and landscapes, especially on 35mm film. Unfortunately I’m also very lazy so I never scan my prints when I get film developed, so this picture is actually taken with a Sony Alpha NEX‑3N.
The world is an amazing place and I seek to properly capture it’s beauty.
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bts at disneyland
  • jin: he'd be wearing the classic mickey cap with his name stitched on it, stuffs his face with a turkey leg, he tries taking as many pictures with disney princesses as possible. makes everyone try the dole whip. would clutch onto yoongi on the haunted mansion ride, gets mistaken as a disney prince tbh. favorite ride: Teacups
  • yoongi: he would man the map, would carry everyone's bags, basically on stroller duty. other moms would ask "how old are your kids?" "...21, 24", would buy all the members souvenirs, probably be comforting hoseok after splash mountain. would buy the kids ice cream. the only reason he'd go would be to buy tsum-tsum's, favorite ride: the ride home. jk, the Matterhorn.
  • hoseok: super pumped because these are rides he can actually go on. on the jungle cruise he would make insane noises and try imitating the animals. organizes how everyone is gonna pose on splash mountain, but ends up being the only one screaming in the photo. would want to take pictures in front of the sword in the stone. would be seated next to yoongi on each ride. favorite ride: It's a Small World and Peter Pan's Flight
  • namjoon: wannabe disney expert, he thinks he knows the fast pass system but manages to mess it up, pulls random facts about the park out of nowhere, would try to dance in the parade, competes to be the tour guide on the Jungle Cruise. tries imitating the accents of each country on it's a small world. “Why is there only one Asian” favorite ride: Autotopia
  • jimin: Mickey enthusiast. would make sure everyone can see the fireworks even though he's the shortest, gets a happy birthday button even if it's not his birthday, would buy those expensive 12$ Mickey balloons, talks about bringing his family or significant other next time. makes everyone ride all the character rides, favorite ride: Pirates of the Caribbean
  • taehyung: the pin collector, he would wear his lanyard decked out with his favorite pins, he would talk to the kids in line and play with them, sits in the front of the parade with the little kids saying hi to Aladdin and the princesses, would share his churro with hobi, would score the highest on AstroBlasters, takes blurry pics of everything, favorite ride: space mountain
  • jungkook: he would want to visit the iron man interactive museum, would track down iron man to take a picture with him, freak out when he sees pluto, participates in the jedi training and ends up making the other kids cry, favorite ride: Indiana Jones because he's finally tall enough to ride the ride and it's not closed
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22.01.16 // first day of half-term
hi! my name is ayça, i’m 16 and also from turkey. i’ve decided to join the studyblr community and this is me attempting to become a more productive person
i’m also looking for blogs to follow! i’d appreciate if you like or reblog so i can check it out :c hope you all have a great day !!

(Eruri Family AU Drabble) To Grandmother's House We Go

PART ONE IS HERE

“Is everyone ready?” Erwin calls to his miniature infantry of…infants.

“Yes, Poppa!” Eren exclaims back dutifully, the construction paper turkey hat he made at preschool proudly atop his head.

“Here.” Mikasa announces softly, standing next to her little brother with one wary eye on him. She is in kindergarten; Eren knows so precious little about the big world, making Mikasa feel responsible for him.

“We’re ready,” Levi says, carrying a freshly bathed, changed and dressed Armin in his arms, a diaper bag over one shoulder.

“Great! Let’s move out, troops.” Erwin leads the way to their car where he and Levi have a near flawless system of getting everyone secured in their car seats in record time. All diaper bags, backpacks and other sundry carriers are inspected as they are placed in the trunk (save for the Car Entertainment Bag Erwin keeps close by). With a kiss for good luck, Erwin hands the keys to Levi before they settle in and set off.

“Pway the Turkey radio, Daddy?” Eren asks within ten minutes of being on the road

“What’s turkey radio, Eren?” Levi asks.

“You know. Like Chwistmas songs but for Thanksgiving.”

“I’m sorry, Turkey Lurky, there isn’t a radio station for Thanksgiving songs because Thanksgiving songs don’t exist.”

Extremely displeased with this answer, Eren frowns deeply and crosses his arms angrily over his chest. “Noooooooo.”

“Do you want to listen to Christmas music?”

“Noooooo!”

“Eren,” Erwin says with a warning in his deep voice. Eren remains sour faced, but ceases vocalizing his displeasure.

“You can make up songs,” Mikasa quietly suggests.

“That’s a brilliant idea, Mikasa!” Erwin praises his daughter for her quick thinking.

Eren does not look convinced, though, as he scrunches up his face suspiciously at his big sister. “Nooooooooooo,” Eren whines. 

 "No!“ Armin repeats gleefully. "No! No! No!” He concludes his parroting with a shriek of delight. 

 "Stop it, Armin,“ Eren grumbles, feeling mocked. 

 "He doesn’t know what he’s saying, Eren, be kind.” Erwin reminds Eren, reaching back to gently take hold of his middle son’s chubby knee and give a tickle, hoping to ease Eren’s tense mood. Eren giggles despite himself and shares a silly face when Poppa smiles at him. 

Everything is quiet and happy again, with the baby beginning to drift, snuggling his peachy pink blankey and happily sucking his thumb. 

 "I know a turkey whose name is Eren,“ Mikasa begins to sing quietly under her breath, pausing to look at her brother, whose eye bulge and mouth opens at her audacity. "He wears paper feathers and goes gobble gobble gobble all day long." 

 "That doesn’t even whyme!” Eren shouts. 

“Eren, lower your voice,” Levi warns.

“I hate your song!” Eren growls in a loud whisper. 

 Mikasa stares at her brother blankly for a few moments before calmly announcing, “We EAT turkey on Thanksgiving, Eren. And when we get to Nana’s, we’re going to eat you!" 

 Eren’s jaw drops incredulously. "Nah-uh!”  

“Yes. We fattened you up, and then we’re going to stuff you and cook you and eat you. That’s what we do to turkeys on Thanksgiving." Mikasa sits back deeply in her car seat, impressed with herself as she rubs her tummy and adds, "That’s why turkeys go gobble gobble gobble. We’re gonna gobble you up.”

Eren can no longer take her torture as he draws in a deep breath, lurches as forward as his car seat will allow him and shrieks, “DAAAAADDDDDYYYYY!”

busraozal  asked:

Hi my name is Büşra. I m from Turkey. This year I have very important exam but I don't like studying so I want some advice. Thanks.

studying

organization

motivation

good luck xxx

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there’s the things that I want to share
“Hi, my name is Atlas and I’m a guy from Turkey. I’m 14, a book worm, a film addict and an amateur actor. If you wanna little chitchat, just text me ;)”