#Kalami

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Kretisches Kaffeetagebuch: Kostas' Planung und Fort Izzeddin

Fangen wir heute mal mit dem an, mit dem meine Geschichten sonst enden: Kaffee! Wir verließen also morgens relativ zackig unser schönes Quartier in der Altstadt von Chania und machten uns auf den Weg. Ein Programmpunkt – die Agora – entfiel sogleich, da der schöne und historische Markt wegen Grundsanierung geschlossen war. Das brachte natürlich ein Problem mit sich: wo bleibt der Kaffee? Und gibt…

[dacuslucy]

tripledogdare, tripledogdares and triple-dog-dare are all taken :(

HEARTBREAKING BC TRIPLEDOGDARE SAYS GHOST BLOG NOT FOUND

[thetunesclub]

Get Indulged in The Song 'Dancing Like The Joker' by The Artist Kalami

[kyz2clki]

Buah Pinang Segar Jambe Herbal Kuat Pria Natural

[itsapmseymour]

I recently learned that Yodarha from Granblue and Rolf from Ed Edd and Eddy have the same Voice actor

[blindradiant]

I ended up writing two fics for the cosmere femslash event @gal-palanaeum organized. This was the main one I wrote, and I’m very proud of it

1,500 words, rated teen, hurt/comfort and angst

[voltt-shockwing]

Accidentally triggered the end of the game, got a cool recipe though

[non formatted] Accidentally triggered the end of the game, got a cool recipe though [end non formatted]

[gal-palanaeum]

Never Had by BlindRadiant

Rated Teen, 1500 words, Kalami/Navani (one-sided) After the Battle of Narak, Teleb is dead. Now, Kalami only has Navani. But maybe not in the way she hopes.

Kalami didn’t know what to do, now that Teleb was gone. He had been her rock - someone she could always rely on when everything else was falling to pieces. But now, he wasn’t there to shore her up. She sought refuge in study and research, but nothing could rid her of the gaping abyss left by Teleb’s death.

Her work suffered because of her grief. She knew she needed to keep going. She was supposed to be recording historical events that would be remembered and studied by countless scholars, of various fields, for generations to come. She just...couldn’t care. Her loss was too pervasive to be ignored. She’d known this could have happened when she’d married a soldier, of course. She’d met and interacted with many widows over the years. She knew the costs of war as well as anyone who had never fought on a battlefield herself. She simply hadn’t been prepared for the sheer impact of having a fundamental part of her suddenly torn away. Her daily life faded into a haze. Everything seemed distant, dim, unimportant. That changed when Navani approached her one day. “May I speak with you alone, Kalami?” Navani asked, her voice low and unexpectedly gentle. “Yes, Brightness,” Kalami said automatically. Surprisingly, Navani wrapped her safearm around Kalami’s shoulders and led her away. The gesture was usually reserved for family members or close friends. A long-buried emotion sparked momentarily, briefly piercing through the shroud of grief that had encompassed Kalami’s world as of late. She allowed Navani to lead her away from the room filled with other scholars, scribes, and engineers going about their work.

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[cosmereplay]

Here's a ficlet I wrote for the Stormlight kink meme, with Kalami, Teleb, and Kadash.

Truthflower Wine by cosmere play

Rated Explicit, 600 words. Fic under the cut:

It’s happened often enough now that it’s practically routine: Teleb treating her with extra attention and care the in the days leading up to the visit; Kadash giving Kalami her favourite little bottle of truthflower wine, accompanied by a kiss on the cheek; Kalami playing music after dinner. Kalami knew of their affair before her marriage to Teleb, and had taken it on as a part of Teleb himself. At first she'd thought it would be a burden to bear willingly. She hadn’t realized just how much she’d grow to cherish it as part of her own life.

She settled down on a plush sofa in the living room, other furniture moved away to make room for Kadash and Teleb to spar. They made boasts at each other about their prowess, pretending to vie for Kalami’s favour. They had Kalami judge their musculature, teasing each other the whole time (Teleb won, of course). Then they forgot all about her as the contest began.

Not that Kalami minded. She poured a glass of the sweet wine and sipped it delicately as the two men grappled, stripped down to their underclothes. Within a minute or so, her dear husband forgot he was Teleb and became pure brute force, caught up in the challenge. Kadash, though, always stayed present, perhaps knowing all too well that he was a guest in their house. Or, perhaps, the way that war that broken him had taken away his ability to lose himself in a fight.

That usually gave Teleb the advantage. Her husband was driven and focused, and he needed the win more. Kalami smiled to think of her husband taking so much pride in his prowess even when he wasn’t wearing Kholin blue. Even when the win meant…well…

The wine was done, and Kalami could feel herself affected by the men straining and sweating in front of her. They did such a wonderful job of making it feel like she was a queen overseeing a private duel. She lifted her skirts and slid a hand discreetly underneath, gathering the wetness that had grown during the bout. She started circling her own prize, drawing up the pleasure that had begun spreading through her lower body.

As Kalami watched and touched herself, Teleb had gotten Kadash into a hold, Kadash’s face pressed into the rug, and his ass in the air. Teleb made short work of the last of Kadash’s clothes. From here on in, their language was simple grunts and huffs and moans, the sounds reverberating through the emptied room.

Teleb took Kadash roughly, thrusting deep and fast, biting Kadash’s shoulder possessively. Kadash would have bruises tomorrow under his ardent’s robes, and it was Teleb who’d done it. Teleb who needed this animalistic sex, who needed to rake his fingernails across someone’s skin, who looked so alive as he fucked, his long black hair sticking to his forehead. Kadash who wanted Teleb to take him.

And Kalami who loved to watch them.

She came quickly, making a mess of her inner skirts, her body jerking in silent agreement with the handsome men fucking on the floor in front of her. As soon as she finished, she slipped out of the room.

As much as she loved to watch those two fuck, and as much as they wanted her to watch, what happened after they fucked was just between them.

Later, as he always did, Teleb would slip into her bed and hold her like she was an anchor in the storm. He never told her why tears sometimes streaked his face, just as he never told her about his life during the unification war. She was just glad he had someone who understood.

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Istanbul Yogurtcu park deresi Kalamis tekneleri. Moda sahile ve harika koy'a ulaşmak ve Yürüyüş için ideal

[ojamayellow]

Watching the ocean dub for dragon ball z for funsies and ♥️♥️♥️ scott mcneil piccolo

[theoihalioistuff]

Hermes Kriophoros

"[In the city of Tanagra] There are sanctuaries of Hermes Kriophoros (Ram-bearer) and of Hermes Promakhos (Frontline Fighter). They account for the former surname by a story that Hermes averted a pestilence from the city by carrying a ram round the walls; to commemorate this Kalamis made an image of Hermes carrying a ram upon his shoulders. Whichever of the youths is judged to be the most handsome goes round the walls at the feast of Hermes, carrying a lamb on his shoulders." (Paus. 9.22.1)

We know what to do when the next pandemic hits. We are prepared. Assemble the beautiful boys. Bring forth the lambs.

READY THE BEAUTY PAGEANTS!!!

[mothmiso]

Greece (2) (3) (4) (5) by Oleg Timashov

Via Flickr:

(1) Old monastery ruins, Komianata. (2) Benitses. (3) View of Kerkyra. (4) Kouramades. (5) Kalami, Ionian sea.     

[f-farah]

الدوام اليوم منيح، اقترحت فكرة بتزيد الأرباح وعجبت الدكتورة ونفّذناها. وصلنا كريم مرطب ليلي، واكتشفت انو العلبة بتعمل صوت مميز قصة سخيفة بس أنا مهووسة بأصوات الأشياء وبحب المس واسمع واكتشف الإشيا كيف صوتا. شي إضافي إني ما درست غير صفحة وحافظتها بصم، الفرق بين الأدوية الناهضة والمناهضة. وحضرت نص حديث TED Stanford عن تصميم الحياة او هيك شي (هيك شي!! Whattt!) متأكدة انو عن كيف منصمم حياتنا. نصحت عمر يصير ياخد فيتامين دال، وحكالي انو واثق فيني. اتفقنا أنا وورد نتمشى اليوم بس اعتذر باللحظة الأخيرة لأن حاسس انو لازم يضل لحاله. عزمتني عمتي عالقهوة ورحت عندا. برد كثير يا تمبلر.. ريح قوي وبيخوّف، أنا ما بحب هالجو أبداً. حكيت مع باسل، وباسل بيحكيلي كثير انو بيحبني، بس أنا ما بفهم كيف منقدر نقول بحبك لأي حدا حتى لو ما منعرفو، وهو قال انو ما بدو يعرفني، بدو يحبني وبس. أحااا.. بس بفكر إنو أنا كمان بحب الناس من دون ما أعرفهم وهيك كل شخص بعرفو حتى لو من بعيد بقدر شوف فيه شي من هالحياة يعني بحسهم بيمثلوا شي حلو وعظيم بالحياة فبحبهم، يعني عادي أنا بحب البشر بسبب ومن دون سبب، يعني الدنيا شو مستاهلة بالله حتى ما نحب هالبشر ومنهم نحب حالنا. ورغم التعب والهم والقهر كل ما نحب رح يتغير شي. باسل بيقول "الحب قادر يجعلنا سعداء أو حزينين بدرجة أقل". وكمان باسل بيعرف انو كل ما قلي بحبك رح اضحك، وأنا ما بعرف بس صعب احكيها لحدا اذا ما كنت بعنيها فعلاً، يعني في كثير طرق من دون ما قول بحبك، أنا مجنونة بس الكلمة كثير بتعنيلي، المهم انو على طول بعد ما يبعتها، بيحكيلي "ابتسمي." أو بيسأل "ابتسمتي؟" هههه المهم منكمل، إني عم اسمع يسرى الهواري ورح أحطلك بالآخر كل الأغاني لتسمعهم معي، وبدي قول إني بحبا ليسرى كثير ومرات بنسى لفترة طويلة اسمعها بس لما بينزل علي هالشعور وبكون على هيئة انو فجأة بتشتغل اغنية او لحن براسي وبصير ارقص، فبرجع ليسرى وبحس إني بأعلى مراحل الراحة والخفة وقادرة أواجه العالم ونستمتع سوا. شو بعد؟ ليش دخلك عم اكتبلك هيك من دون فواصل او شي؟ كل الأحاديث ورا بعض؟ لأن هيك جاي عبالي يا تمبلر. بكرا عندي دوام بالجامعة، وعرفت انو في تدقيق زيادة عالحواجز، وأزمة المواصلات بالشام لساتها متل ما هي. يووووه خبرتك فادي مختفي؟ رغم انو اتفقنا نلتقي بس فجأة قفل كل شي واختفى، ومش قادرة وقف ضحك كل ما بفكر، ما علينا انشالله يكون بخير ومعلش مش مهم الباقي. حضرت اليوم شوية من حلقة رسائل من فوق الاسطح او هيك شي بس ما كملتا، ياخي نحنا البنات لما نحب ما أحلانا والله. صار ضروري كملها بعد حديث الليلة هههه. أخدت شاور، وتاركة شعري ينشف لحاله لأن ما في كهربا، وعلى سيرة فيه وما فيه، اليوم بالصيدلية خلصنا مي.. الحارة كلها مخلصة مي، وبالبيت خلصنا غاز. يا سلام على الدنيا شو واو!

اليوم بالصدفة في حدا كان مشارك tu vuo' fa' l'americano وسمعتا كثير ورقصت، وبفضلها تعدل مزاجي، لأن اليوم الصبح بدل ما أدرس قعدت ساعات صافنة وعم فكر بحياتي وبقصصي ولوين رايحة وشو بدي وشو المفروض اعمل وحسيت هم ونزل على قلبي، بس الموسيقا طوق نجاة فوري. الكلارينيت هون عظيييييييييم!!!!

وهلق بس، بدي أدرس، واستنى الكهربا تجي وعم اشرب متة وبتوقع إني حكيتك بكل شي طلع براسي

وهلق رح اتركك مع شوية أغاني ليسرى:

[cb-writes-stuff]

Finally got some good writing done. 580 words, for a total of 10,854 words. The juices were really flowing today.

Favorite thing I wrote today:

For the most part, the meal passed quickly, save for small talk. No, he didn’t have any plans to open a stall in the Market District, and Kalami, the stew was the best he’d ever had, and no, he already had plans for Wyrd’s Watch, but he was flattered they invited him, and Ven was doing quite well, thanks for asking.

I really like how it flows. I don’t think I need to explain why it’s my favorite every time I do these. I just like this bit.

[hurrl]

LOSING MY MINDDD AT THESE FICS YOUVE BEEN DOING GGGAAHH ❤️❤️❤️😭😭☝️☝️ EEK...if your still taking these ( AND I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND IF NOT! ) may I request COLIN/KALANI with the theme of.. CREATION ← or honestly any theme you'd like to do haha 🙏 THANK YOU!

Oh Colin and Kalani 🥺 a pair so adorable I have to give them an adorable fic fought the urge to make them fuck nasty OF COURSE THEY CAN GET A LIL FIC!!!

It had been a week since Colin had kidnapped Kalani. In that time, she earned many privileges. It wasn't hard. It's not like Colin took a lot of convincing, Kalani was nice enough that Colin wanted to give her a few freedoms. She was still trapped in his apartment, but she was allowed to move around freely! Plus, Colin had a lot of cute and comfy outfits to wear, and she had earned bed privileges right away! Though it feels like most of their nights are spent with Colin staring at her and Kalani pretending not to notice. All things considered, the whole situation felt more like living with a roommate rather than being held captive.

"Can I use the kicthen today?" Kalani had been asking to use the kitchen for the past few days, but every time, Colin said no. Batting her eyelashes didn't work. Compliments didn't work, she needed to switch up her tactics.

"Why do you want to use the kitchen so badly?" Colin asked, gearing up to give Kalani yet another no.

"Because," Kalani took both of Colin's hands into hers, running her thumbs across the "I want us to bake together! Come on, doesn't a strawberry shortcake sound good right now?"

"Hmmm," Colin groaned as he thought it over, "As long as we do it together, then yeah, that's fine,"

"Oh, thank you so much, Colin!" She planted a quick kiss on his cheek, "You won't be disappointed!" She took his hand and dragged Colin to his own kitchenette.

Maybe Kalani was laying it on a little thick with her whole captive shtick, but she figured the sweeter she was to Colin, the nicer Colin would be to her! So it had been working! Colin was easy to be sweet! Kalank just thought he was a bit lonely, he needed company around.

"Do you... like baking?" Colin asked in an effort to make small talk.

"Mhm," Kalami nodded while pursuing the cabinets for ingredients.

"I... really don't have much stuff to bake with. I don't... really like cooking. Sorry,"

"You're fine. If you keep me here longer, I can cook for you!" Kalani scrunched up her nose and smiled, pulling a box of spongecake desserts from the cabinet, "I'll be like your little house spouse!" Kalani giggle, brushing up against his side, "Would you like that, Colin?"

Colin smiled, but didn't answer, "So what are we doing with these?"

"Oh, well I was thinking we could go real simple. All you need to do is slice those in half, that way we already have the sponge cake and the cream,"

"I get what you saying," Colin nodded before grabbing a knife. He hesitated before grabbing Kalani a butter knife as well, "Just long ways,"

"Yeah, just like that," Kalani peeped over his shoulder, their closeness causing Colin to tene up. She gave him a pat on the back, "You're doing great!"

Whole Colin managed the cakes, Kalani began the strawberries. She hit them with a quick wash, pulling the stems off along the way.

It didn't take long for them to finish, considering their was no baking involved.

"These came out really good," Colin commented.

"When you make things yourself, they taste a lot better,"

That night for the first time in Colin's bed, Kalani turned to face him, wrapping him in her arms and nuzzling against his chest. She smiled.

"Your breath smells like strawberries,"