kitlings!

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Kitap okumayı "sadece klasiklerin okunması lazım" olarak gören gerizekalı bir kitle var. Okuduğum şeyin illa bana bir şey katması, içinde harika bilgiler olması veya illa bir klasik olması gerekmiyor. Hem sen o tarz kitapları okuyup hâlâ böyle bir düşünce tarzına sahipsen ortada ciddi bir sorun var demektir

del-the-kitling  asked:

Hi, if your prompts are back open, could you write about Natsume seeing Nishimura and Kitamoto's friendship/relationship as Nishimura being the protective one, but then show Kitamoto is clearly the more protective of the two? or something to that effect? I just love your kitanishi fics <3

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“He has gotta stop picking fights with people,” Kitamoto sighs, sinking into a sit next to Natsume in the warm grass with his casted arm cradled carefully in his lap. Natsume tips a warm smile at him, amber eyes glinting with amusement in the evening sun. 

“He’s just looking after you,” he replies with a straight face. “Those boys might have really done you some damage.”

Kitamoto affords his friend the dryest look he can, and Natsume muffles a short laugh behind his book. 

The boys in question are a group of elementary school kids currently clustered into an intimidated flock in front of Nishimura, who’s been reprimanding them for the better part of five minutes now. He’s holding their football captive above his own head. 

“Can’t you see my friend back there has a broken arm?” Nishimura is scolding them. “You went barreling right into him! What if you’d knocked him down? You need to be more self-aware!”

“He’s the last person who should be lecturing someone else about self-awareness,” Kitamoto mutters, but he can’t help feeling reluctantly amused despite himself. Similarly, Natsume is still smiling, book folded closed against his knee. 

“He’s really protective of you, isn’t he?”

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written for @voxiferous | Prompt: Precious

this is kind of a sequel to Thought That Counts, as a suggestion by @fluffy-keef


“I hate that weblum.”

Thace’s ears perked straight up as he followed Ulaz’s gaze—trying to withhold his snort when he noticed that Ulaz was pouting. Keith sat on the floor, a couple of feet away, hugging the stuffed weblum he had gotten for his name day a couple of weeks ago. Since receiving it, Keith hadn’t really let go of it. Surprisingly, it had replaced his stuffed hippo as his favorite toy. Thace assumed that was in no small part due to the weblum being bigger than Keith was, meaning it was perfect for cuddling and as a nap partner.

Which was part of the reason Ulaz was so upset. He was normally Keith’s nap partner, and he had been replaced by a stuffed toy.

Thace couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left him as he tilted his head. “Laz, you’re acting like a cub,” he said, reaching out to lightly run his fingers behind Ulaz’s ear. Ulaz let out a surprised chirp at the contact, but his ears drooped after a tick as he began purring and leaned into the touch. “He’s just…” Thace trailed off as he thought. “Excited, because it’s new. He still likes you…”

Ulaz’s grumbling was just barely audible over his deep purring, but he said nothing else.

Thace drew his hand away after a moment, turning to look at Keith. “Kitling? Can you come here please?”

Keith perked up as he was addressed, and while he pouted, he did as he was told, toddling over on shaky feet. He was getting better at keeping his balance, but Thace—and Ulaz—were poised to rush over and catch him if he fell over. It wasn’t needed, in the end, as Keith reached them easily. He looked up at them with wide eyes.

“Trouble?” Keith asked, tilting his head to the side as he hugged the stuffed weblum close.

“No, no… of course not,” Thace assured him, reaching out and letting Keith grab hold of his hand so that Keith could be lifted up onto the couch beside them. “Laz just misses you is all… I think he needs a hug.”

Upon hearing that, Keith looked as aghast as a two and a half year old could. He shoved the stuffed weblum at Thace, who took it without a word. His ears twitched in amusement as Keith quickly crawled across his lap, and then held up his arms in a wordless request to be picked up. Ulaz’s entire expression brightened as his ears perked, and he quickly scooped the cub up, holding him close as Keith bumped their foreheads together.

“See, Laz?” Thace said, smiling softly and leaning his cheek against his hand. “I told you he still liked you…”

Bizi, Türk ırkçısı olduğumuz için faşist ya da nazistlerle aynı kefeye koyanlar, onların icraatlarının sorumluluğunu bize yükleyenler, Amerikalı demokratların yaptıkları katliamların ve kitle imha savaşlarının sorumluluğunu alıyorlar mı?
—  Caner KARA
Aranıza alacağınız arkadaşların mümkünse kanını tahlil edin.” diyen, “Türk ırkından olmayan askeri mepteplere giremez.” şartını yıllarca uygulamada tutan Atatürk’ün ırkçılığını görmemek sadece 3 maynuna oynamak değil midir? “Bir Türk cihana bedel.” diyen Atatürk’ün, Türk’ü diğer tüm milletlerden üstün tuttuğunu görmemek sadece safa yatmak değil midir? “Muhterem milletime şunu tavsiye etmek isterim ki, başına geçireceği insanların kanındaki cevher-i asliyi tayin etmekten bir an fariğ olmasın.” diyen Atatürk’ün maskesiyle, sınırlarımız içinde barınan etnik unsurları Türk ile eşit tutmayı savunan Atatürk maskesi giymiş kızıllar aptal değil de nedir? “Kanını taşıyandan başkasına inanma.” diyen Atatürk’ün arkasına sığınıp, halkların kardeşliğinden bahsedenlere salak değil de ne denir? 1923 senesinde, Adana İstasyonu’nda trenden inmiş, esir bulunan İskenderun ve Antakya halkının “Bizi de kurtar!” seslerine “Kırk asırlık Türk yurdu yabancı elinde kalmaz!” diye karşılık veren Atatürk değil midir? Vekillerin “Şarktan, İran’dan, Türkistan’dan Anadolu’ya Türk kabileleri getirelim” teklifine “Hayır onları yerinde bırakın.” cevabını Atatürk vermemiş midir? Aynı Atatürk Japon büyük elçisiyle vedalaşırken “Sizinle bir gün Çin’de karşılaşacağız.” dememiş midir? Bu iki olay arasında bağın “Türk Birliği” olduğunu inkar etmek hangi akla hizmettir? Gençliğe hitap ederken “Muhtaç olduğun kudret damarlarındaki asil kanda mevcuttur.” diyen Atatürk Türkçü değil de nedir? “Türk aleminin en büyük düşmanı komünistliktir. Her görüldüğü yerde ezilmelidir.” diyen Atatürk’ü solun gayri meşru çocukları temsil edebilir mi? 1924 yılında Samsun Muallimler Birliği’nde yaptığı konuşmada “Efendiler, bizim milletimiz derin, amik bir maziye maliktir. Milletimizin hayati asarını düşünelim. Bu düşünce bizi elbette altı yedi asırlık Osmanlı Türklüğünden çok, asırlık Selçuklu Türklerine ve ondan evvel bu devirlerin herbirine muadil olan Büyük Türk Devlerine kavuşturur.” diyen Atatürk’ü  moskof çocukları temsil edebilir mi? “Efendiler, ben de bazı arkadaşlarım gibi garp milletlerini, bütün dünyanın milletlerini tanırım. Fransızları tanırım. Almanları, Rusları ve bütün dünyanın milletlerini tanırım ve bu muarefem  de harp sahalarında olmuştur. Ölüm karşısında olmuştur. Yemin ederek size temin ederim ki, bizim milletimizin Kuvve-i Maneviyesi bütün milletlerin Kuvve-i Maneviyesi fevkindedir.” diyen Atatürk’ü gayri milli davaları güdenler temsil edebilir mi? Türk askerine olan sevgisini “Dünya’nın hiçbir ordusunda yüreği seninkinden daha temiz, daha sağlam bir askere rast gelinmemiştir.” sözleriyle belirten Atatürk’ü, kendi sınırlarında 12 ay askerlik yapmaktan aciz kişiler temsil edebilir mi? Atatürk hiç şüphesiz Abbasiler’in, Endülüs’ün, Osmanlı’nın sonlarını ve bu sonlara temel hazırlayan hususları biliyordu. Bunun için yeni devletin temelini “Türk ve Türkçülük” taşının üzerine kurmuştu. “Kahraman ırkıma bir gül!” ve “Ebediyen sana yok, ırkıma yok izmihlal.” sözleri İstiklal Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? “Türküz, bütün başlardan üstün olan başlarız.” sözü Onuncu Yıl Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? “Yıldırımlar yaratan bir ırkın ahfadıyız.” sözü Harbiye Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? “Türklüğün özcevheri taşar temiz kanından.” sözü Yedek Subay Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? “Hayat umar Vatan tatlı sesinden; Miras kalan asil kanla ceddinden.” sözü Kuleli Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? “Alnımda ırkımın hilali..” sözü Piyade Marşı’nda geçmiyor mu? Bütün bu sözleri toparlarsak, Atatürk’ün özünü anlayan tek kitle Türkçüler değil de kimlerdir?

Ali Can Akyıl - Solun Sömürgesindeki Atatürk

anonymous asked:

En son ne okudun

Dünya yönetmenlerinden sinema dersleri - rıza oylum şu anda da plüton dergisi 4. sayıyı okuyorum ama keyif alamıyorum. Son evrelerde “ben acı çektim, benim bi derdim var” modelinde olan duygusalımsı yazarlar yüzünden kitap seçimlerim zorlaştı. Sanki böyle benim aradığım dünyayı nasıl yok ettiğimizi, hepimizin çektiği acıları anlatan, bize kim olduğumuzu söyleyen gözlem yeteneği kuvvetli realist yazılar arıyor gözüm. Ama hepimizin çektiği acıları, birisinin birisi yüzünden çektiği acıları değil. Mesela ahmet batmanı hangi kitle okur? Kalpli kutuya çikolata doldurup peluş ayısının elini tutan kitle okur. Nasıl deyim ben okudukça kendimi hiç gibi hissedip aslında bir bok olmadığımı, hiçbir zamanda olamayacağımı yani beni aşağılamalı o kitap

Night, Night

Written for Keith Birthday Week :3

Ao3 Link | Raised Amongst the Stars Series | beta’d by @voxiferous


“Do you have to go, Laz?” Keith’s voice was soft as he spoke, burying his tiny hands in the fur of Ulaz’s arm.

Ulaz paused mid-lick, as he had been in the middle of grooming Keith’s headfur for the evening. He was leaving in the morning on an off-base mission—or as Keith would have said, a ‘top-secret’ one, even though it was anything but that. It was perhaps one of the least dangerous missions he had been assigned to in years.

He was sure that was because of Keith.

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sshiros  asked:

the classic sheith hug(s)

um yeah … hugs! (BOM!Keith, general huggles)


The first time Keith distinctly remembers being hugged is when he’s wide-eyed, half-starved, and clinging to a scrap of cloth he wants to call Teddy. Thace is intimidating in his suit: tall, long-limbed, and too-close, too-soon that Keith stumbles on a cry and bursts into scared tears.

“Don’t worry, kitling, we’ve got you.”

He’s quickly appeased by offerings of food and familiar purple fur that he hasn’t seen since the outpost was attacked and his family scattered.

Keith digs tiny fingers into thatches of purple and presses himself close.


In that sense, Shiro’s hugs are … similar and different at once. He doesn’t purr, nor groom Keith’s hair with a rough tongue. But the arms that tuck around his own body are the same, chest firm beneath his cheek and heartbeat thumping a familiar rhythm. A little off-centre compared to Thace’s, but soothing enough. Keith tucks his head further under Shiro’s chin, standing on his tip-toes to nuzzle at the exposed skin.

“Hey, uh – Keith,” Shiro’s heartbeat grows erratic, “I know we’re closer now, but it’s um, it’s been at least five minutes, and I have a class to go to soon.”

“That was how my – my sire did it,” Keith pouts, pulling away when Shiro gently pries him off.

“I’m not your sire, but … we can be friends?”

For male friends they sure hugged often, enough for Shiro’s friends to smile lopsided smiles, for Matt to chastise them hours before the Kerberos launch, for Hunk to pull him aside and say,

“Hey, man, um, it’s clear Shiro means a lot to you and you – to him, and I hope we’re not …”

(It’s fine, Keith says, wiping the last traitorous tear-track off his face. Shiro looks at peace in his shack.)

… And for Shiro to tuck his head against Keith’s chest almost nightly now, hugging his slight figure tight and asking him for forgiveness.

“I’m sorry for … the night terrors, they – they’re always there.”

“It’s okay,” Keith replies, and the thrum in his chest is an almost-purr as he imagines them away to a safer place.

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