i am turkish

Why OtaYuri got me so hyped:

I gotta talk about this topic because this is basically my life.

So, before Otabek had some place in the show, i mean before 10th episode, I was really hyped because of Otabek. There wasn’t any information about him at all, he was only appearing at some scenes. And i hyped for him very much because he was (probably) the first Kazakh character in the anime history. I am not Kazakh, i am Turkish but I really love Kazakh culture and Kazakhstan, so bRO A CHARACTER WHO IS A KAZAKH IS COMING TO MY FAVOURITE ANIME

But I was very scared because I was afraid of him to be only a side character and no one cares about him. I really wanted him to get some attention and bUM! The 10th episode did that very well. He was wearing all black, had a really cool haircut and was looking really cool. And I hyped for that too. And suddenly, when Yurio was in danger (Yuri Plisetsky is my fav character btw) a mysterious motorbike came and iT WAS OTABEK CAN YOU HEAR MY HEARTBEAT

I screamed. Really. And they became friends. They were so shipable. Fandom loved them. Some “pedophilia” shit popped out but no one gived a damn about it. It was amazing. I was screaming. All the fanart, all the fan support…

And this is the story of me to become a OtaYuri shipper, my OTP, my two fav characters.

And i want them to slowly grow a cute fluffy relationship from their newborn cute friendship.

And if you think this is phedophilia please unf me, because no this is not some shitty pedophilia.

100 days of productivity || day 39/100
I am making flashcards for Turkish literature, there are so many things to memorize 😞

me when I found out the guy who is playing YOUSEF is TURKISH
ethnic ambiguity; or, what is lily evans? a collection of microaggressions

i am neither pakistani nor turkish, but i am (like lily here) ethnically ambiguous. i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been asked what i am, told i am not asian enough or not white enough, called exotic or “oriental” (good gOD do not call me oriental), and how much i’ve watched my mom and grandmother suffer for their race in this damn country. so this is for @prongsyouignoramus, but this is also for me. may we someday have canon characters who look like us. love you, precious human <3


• she goes by lily, has ever since the first time in primary that a teacher refused to call her by her first name

• she’s always rather liked her full name, ayşa lily evans, she never thought it was that difficult to say, but the teachers and the other kids cant or dont want to learn to say ay-sha, so lily it is

• by age ten she knows her family’s story a lot. her mother is half pakistani (punjab, she thinks, but some details are fuzzy) and half turkish, moved to england in 1951 shortly after india and pakistan split.

• dad learnt turkish for her mother, they say, and lily always liked the language, but her favorite is the way urdu rolls off her tongue

• tuney (mariam petunia) has a hard time with the languages though, she tries really hard but the words dont always sound right when she says them

• she and her sister dont look very much alike at all, petunia looks a lot like dad with blonde hair and a small english nose, but tuney’s skin gets really dark in the summer and she never ever burns, and she has their mama’s long, elegant fingers

• lily looks a lot more like mama, darker skin and kind of rounder nose. she’s short like mama too, has thicker and coarser hair than petunia, but their hands and chins are absolutely identical

• its hard to go to the store with just her sister and her dad, the other people always look at her like she’s the odd one out and the clerks always ask if she’s petunia’s friend from school

• the languages have always been harder for tuney, the prayers too, but they both learn really young how to make chawal kofta and the flat, oven baked bread with mama. Petunia was always better at cooking than lily, but lily still treasured the times with mama making kofte and paratha and whatever else they wanted for dinner

• when she goes to hogwarts, the tables are filled with shepherds pie and everyone’s favorite english foods, but she’s never been able to freely eat meaty english food before in case its not halal, so she has to settle for the vegetable options (which are still lovely and delicious of course)

• professor mcgonagall is the first to notice little first year lily evans isnt eating much at meals, and assures her matter-of-factly that they make accommodations at meals. professor mcgonagall becomes a fast favorite of lily’s

• lily loves her new housemates to bits, but something makes her a bit uncomfortable when little blonde emmaline vance asks “what are you” during their third evening together

• “dad’s british, mama’s pakistani and turkish” she says hesitantly, though what she wants to say is “i’m a person”

• she loves hogwarts, really she does, but she’s also kind of uncomfortable because people are always asking what she is or where she’s from, what muggles are like, and she just wants to curl up under mama’s shawls and eat desserts because she knows there’s not gelatin in them

• “i’m british” she says exasperatedly one day in third year when some boy asks her what she is for the twelfth time that year

• lily’s always been close to her culture, she loves the smell of mama’s mendhi and the cabbages pickling in the pantry, misses speaking turkish with her parents, practicing her writing after school

• petunia’s never been like that, maybe it’s because she’s the firstborn or maybe because no one believes she’s mama’s daughter, but in the summer before lily’s 7th year she brings home a man who wrinkles his nose at the keema aloo they’re having for dinner, and lily just wants to scream at him for his obvious disdain and disrespect but petunia doesn’t want her around anymore, so she eats her meal but doesn’t taste it, and escapes to her room as quickly as she can get away

• she’s back at school, irritated at the world, and the first ravenclaw who calls her features “exotic” and “different” gets punched straight in the nose and earns her a detention on her first week as head girl

• the nib of her quill breaks one day in charms, and she mutters a barrage of turkish and urdu swears, and she doesnt notice james potter look up at her from across the aisle

• he approaches her that evening, “were you swearing in hindi earlier in charms?”

• “urdu, actually,” she says, surprised. “i thought you spoke tamil”

• “i know a couple hindi words” he shrugs. “mostly the swears”

• “typical,” she rolls her eyes and walks away

• she realizes later in bed that james potter has never once asked her what she “is”

• she volunteers the information herself, next time they’re on heads patrol. “mama’s pakistani and turkish. my grandfather’s from west punjab.”

• “i always wondered” he replies easily.

• “why didnt you ask?”

• “because i know what cultural insensitivity feels like”

• a week later remus approaches her. “so. lil-ay” he says casually. “you got a favorite food?”

• she smirks. “you ever heard of lahana turşusu? Or aloo ki bugia? Baklava?”

• remus grins in reply. “no, but i can pass the message along.”

• that evening, sprinkled among the mincemeat pies and hearty stews, lily finds pickled cabbage and half circle potatoes, baklava for dessert, and she shoots a grin at james potter who sits down the row. he pushes his glasses up his nose, returns a shy smile in return, and helps himself to a heaping plate of aloo ki bugia. she asks him later how he did it; he introduces her to the house elves in return.

• james and lily swap travel stories on their next patrol. James talks excitedly about his summers on the southern coast of Tamil Nadu, of curry and spices and how the english can’t seem to be bothered to flavor their food. In return, she tells him about the palaces and museums of Lahore, how she loves the sounds of the call to prayer, the hurried bustle of the streets of Istanbul, and agrees fiercely about the English fear of flavor.

• “my real name’s janardhan” he says quietly one day. “nobody can say it though, so i go by james.”

• “my first name is ayşa” she replies. “it means ‘she who lives.’ mine’s spelled the turkish way, so no one wants to learn to pronounce it. so i go by my middle name, lily.”

• its nice, she thinks, having a friend who understands. it’s different of course; she’s never been denied help or been given lesser treatment by Slughorn, she’s never been outright bullied or hated for her skin color, but he’s never been asked what kind of asian he is or dealt with the odd misbalance of not quite belonging in a category. They both know how it feels to see their mother hated for her skin color, her clothing, her religion, her culture; and she finds it comforting to know that next time john davies calls her exotic, james potter will be near to hex him for her.

Erdogan is spreading lies, do not believe him.

Dutch people, the government, stand up for protecting democracy and protected it with not letting a Turkish politician in to the country for trying to make dutch Turks vote for Erdogan, that would end up in giving him more power. The Dutch government protected its people against non-democratic and offensive behavior.
Now Erdogan says that the Dutch are non-democratic, Nazis’s, fascists and now he also says we did genocide. It is a lie. The Dutch tried to protect the people in the Yugoslavia war two decades ago but they were outnumbered and couldn’t protect all of those innocent people against the Yugoslavic troops that got closer and closer. We did not commit genocide against Yugoslav Muslims! Erdogan is trying to make us look like monsters because we didn’t gave him what he wanted. He wants to start a fight and wants to punish my country for nothing really. I’m really offended by these accusations and lies he’s spreading. And to be honest this situation makes me kinda scared because the tension is rising. 

About Otabek’s surname

I don’t know if someone already made a post about this, but lately I’ve been thinking about the meaning of Otabek’s surname because it sounded Turkish to me in some way (I am Turkish myself) and I was right! I just looked it up and Altin is a Turkish name for girls but it’s also a common surname for boys. It translates to ‘’gold’’ or ‘’golden’’ and I just think that it’s really cute, like it suits Otabek. :)

This is how I studied today. This app is amazing and it helped me a lot. It’s 12:18 AM but I’m still studying 🙋


Duo gave me these two sentences one after the other tonight. And in French, too. Couldn’t be more on point, Duo; I tip my hat to you.

“It’s time for peace”
“I am as tired as you”


Um.. so I’ve tried Tumblr a couple times but it’s always been hella confusing. Or maybe it always seemed more complicated than it actually is.

Anyway… here I am, giving it another try :)

I am 22 btw (gonna be 23 at the end of this year, how CRAZY is that?). Definitely stuck somewhere between 18 and 22 though.

I live in Germany, in case someone wants to know. I am Turkish-German…ish but who cares?!

What else? I love music and have way too many favorites. Also I really do love tv shows (maybe that Gossip Girl gave it away?).

May or may not post anything. IDK what yet. Gonna figure it out along the way.

If you wanna join, you totally can (thank you!). If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine too.

In case you finde any grammar or spelling mistakes, ignore them. Or tell me. If I can improve… totally tell me.

I guess that’s it. See you.

psa but not really

so you may have noticed (but probably not) that I changed my description and added a name. You guys can call me Selin if you want. While that’s not my real name, I didn’t just look it up on some baby name website. I do know that it is a Turkish name, and I am half Turkish myself. Anyway. Back to the regularly scheduled Tumblr scrolling.

Hello everyone I am finally home and still in a very fragile state, I went looking around the kitchen for some sort of sweet snack and just

I am Muslim. I am Turkish. And today I want to tell you something.

My love and support goes out to the families and victims. I am so sorry you have to go through this. This shouldn’t have happened.

But I hope this tragedy, this heartbreaking, awful thing can open closed eyes.
Please do not think the IS won’t hurt my country because we’re Muslim. These attacks prove that they don’t.
The IS, terrorists in general: They don’t see a difference. If you’re not part of their sick movement, then you are their enemy.
The attacks on our airport weren’t just aimed at Turkey, though. This airport is the 11th busiest airport in the world, and the 3rd busiest in Europe.
Not only Turkish people were hurt; people of different nationalities and colours and sexualities and genders and ages were hurt.

Please, understand what this means. Please, open your eyes, see things as they are. My religion had nothing to do with this, neither had my country. We didn’t want our people to die. That’s the last thing we would want.

We need help.

The world needs help. We have to stand together and show the terrorists that we are strong; we will not let this happen again.
We can’t.
So many people have lost their lives, isn’t this enough?
This killing has to stop, but it only can if we forget about our previous fights and disagreements and take each other’s hands.

Our countries have to do that, and we, as people, as individuals, we need to do that too.

So I’m offering my hand to you.

I am Muslim. I am Turkish.

Please take it.

Hello everyone!!

First of all I would like to say that I am so excited and also so happy to introduce my little studyblr! Well let me tell you who I am. My name is Zeynep and I am a Turkish girls who is going to start 10th grade in September. Because that I have studied one prep year, now I am going to study 10th grade instead of 11th.  My goal is to study medicine for now but I am a little bit confused about what will be my focus in the university. Anyway to talk about myself a little bit more I am very ambitious and perfectionist.  I like everything to be in the way that I want and I want to be the best -all the time- but I work so hard for it. So as I am that hardworking an also successful I decided to share my ambitious stories with you through this blog of mine. I hope you will like it! I will talk about myself more in the upcoming posts but within that time if you have any questions do not hesitate to ask me :) Btw, the first posts won’t be the photos of my working place because nowadays I am working on it so when it is ready I will immediately share it with you. Oh also the reason that I would like this blog to be in English is that I want to develop my English more and more ;)

So welcome ambitious queens & kings! It is a pleasure to share some things with you in the process of becoming the best version of ourselves!

Lots of love!!!

PS.This is probably my favourite working-place photo of all times, that’s why I wanted to start with it :)


Hey! My name is Süreya, and I am from the Netherlands. I am currently in my last year of International Business, and have just been a semester abroad in Riga, Latvia. It was a great experience! In my free time I would like to learn to speak Spanish and Turkish (as I am half Turkish). I have been reblogging posts for a while now as an attempt to get myself motivated, and this is my first personal post. I am always looking for new blogs to follow, so if you like or follow this post I will check you out!