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O zeytin gözler, ailemdi benim. Beni onların muhteşem dünyasıyla tanıştıran biricik dostum Gözde'ye -@jikookbtsx- ithaftır. 💜 07.01.2017 - 09.03.2017

seni kendimden tanıdım çocuk; yüreği sürekli çiğnenen bir yol. gövdesi acılardan acılara köprü. biraz öfke, biraz umut, çokça onur olan kendimden. eğildim, öptüm yıkık alnından. uzaktın, kıyamadım sessizliğine. biraz daha dedim, içimden. biraz daha. gün olur onuru güzel çocuk, acı da yakışır insanın yüreğine.*

Ona silahımı doğrulttum fakat o bir çiçek uzattı bana. dom'um kapak için teşekkür ederim, ellerini öpüyorum ♥️

if you are very easily triggered, please don't read this. i don't think this is very graphic, but please be cautious i don't want anyone hurting themselves. inspired by forest by twenty one pilots

It has been over a year since the murder of his wife, Lily, and James Potter wishes every day that it is simply a nightmare that he will wake up from. Unfortunately, it isn't and in the wake of her death, James finds himself as a single parent to their son, Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived is known all around the wizarding world as the one to defeat Lord Voldemort on the same night that Lily was killed as the proclaimed "Dark Lord" attempted to rid of the child as well, yet failed. However, James is just trying to do his best in raising Harry in the most normal fashion as he can possibly muster but it's not easy. With one of his former best friends in Azkaban for the betrayal to the Order and his two remaining best friends not on speaking terms, James finds himself drowning in stress. Yet, relief comes in the form of a young woman, named Renata, and their first encounter is nothing short of a chaotic mess. But at the same time, it's the first thing that's made James laugh in months.

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.