#kankles

[icterid-rubus]

I wanted to make some kilt hose for the Highland Games but could only manage a single ho 😔

Guess I could hop.

[coolguyowl]

Ok so like...

Take a Roomba, put a wild west sheriff hat on it, and attach a revolver to it's side that'll only shoot on high noon

[baksuz-art]

was perfecting my baking skills when i caught this lil guy kitty kankle deep in the cookie batch 😱 what do you think the punishment should be for such crime?!

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[necroangelz]

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[zhurawina]

Gusli (Гусли) it's the oldest East Slavic multi-string plucked instrument. It's roots lie in Novgorod. Gusli is related to Karelian/Finnish kantele, Latvian kokle and Lithuanian kankles.

Hi, long time no see :)

[fatbrat333]

i love how massive my blubber gut has gotten 🥵🤤🐷 i love that it’s so humongous that my legs are spread out to the max and all you can see is my kankle and foot 🤣

god i’m so swollen with pure lard , i can barely move these days… or breathe 🥵 i mean… look at me , i’m a blob

[pitifulbaby]

damn shoes

summary: being pregnant and putting on shoes don’t usually mix well.

pairings: Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Reader

warnings: pregnancy, uhhh its pretty fluffy ngl

a/n: hello! so i haven’t written for the stranger things fandom though i’ve been in it for many a years, so this is a first! plus this is the first time writing in quite sometime, so it might be a little rusty. but i do hope you enjoy! 1.1k words

Pregnancy was, in theory- weird. Growing another human from your own body. Said human living inside your womb for nine months, completely moving each and every organ in your stomach to make room. The ‘morning’ sickness that was actually all day sickness that would be triggered by the most random things. Things you once enjoyed eating suddenly became the worst, and yet enjoying such an odd combination of food.  

But it would be worth it in the end, the endless mood swings, back pains, the kankles, the tossing and turning during the night struggling to find a comfortable way to sleep. The past nine months would seem like a piece of cake the moment you would be able to hold your baby in your arms.

But as of right now, the only thing that you could think about was the fact you couldn’t see your damn feet. Even as you were seated on your side of the bed, sneakers by your now sock clad feet- it was still a struggle to see them. Somehow, by some miracle you managed to put on your socks.

With a sigh you tilted your head to the side, watching the sunbeams as they entered through the slits of the blinds, creating little slivers of light against the carpeted floor. The sun had risen only a few hours ago, the summer sun creating overbearing heat that somehow felt even worse now that there was a human being created from your very body. The day ahead was gonna be a long one, shopping for baby furniture.

Just the thought of that made the fact of the matter even more real. In only three and a half more months your family of you and Steve would add a member. A teeny tiny member at that. Placing your hand on your bump you let your eyes look toward your sneakers. But soon your brain was fumbling over the fact that, how did you manage to put on your socks but not your shoes?

You had tried to put the shoes on while they were already tied, but that didn’t work. The ties were too tight and once you untied them to retie them, place them back on the ground and tried again- only for them once again to be too tight. And when you untied them and slipped them on, you couldn’t lift your leg high enough or lean down far enough to reach and tie said laces. And honestly you were too tired to try anymore ways. The pain in your lower back worsening each time you bent over, and over, and over. With a pout and a groan you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands, taking a break and trying to figure out how to put on your damn shoes, letting your hands fall back to your lap before once again- glaring at the black and white sneakers.

“Is there a reason you look like you are trying to shoot lasers out of your eyes at your shoes?” A voice rang out through the once quiet bedroom, with his hands on his hips- which was his usual stance, and towel slung over his shoulder was none other than your husband Steve. With a tilt of his head and leaning more on one side, causing his hip to jut out, he sends you a smile.

Replying with a huff you simply shrugged your shoulders. “If I glare at them enough, maybe they will magically levitate onto my feet.” You say simply, lip jutted out. Steve rolls his eyes with a quiet laugh, “Next time Henderson is over, you two aren’t allowed to watch Star Wars again.” He decides, taking the dish towel off of his shoulder and placing it onto the dresser before stepping towards where you sat, kneeling on one knee in front of you. “Dustin will have a field day when I tell him you think ‘magical levitation’ means Star Wars.” You said, your pout from before turning into a small smile.

“Is that not what they do?” He questioned, voice a little dramatic in hopes of making your smile wider, “The force is an energy field.” He once again rolls his eyes at your words, “Energy fields, magic- same thing.” He brushes off with a shrug before placing his left hand on your knee and letting his right hand cup the side of your face.

You let your eyes trail to the hand on your knee, reaching out and twisting the wedding ring on his finger that matched your own. “What’s going on, honey?” His voice was softer and more quiet than before, tilting his head to try and catch your eye. “I can’t put my shoes on, I tried everything and everyway.” You responded, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at the confession, sniffling to try and will the tears away.

It felt embarrassing not being able to put on your sneakers!

As Steve felt your cheeks heat up he rubbed his thumb against the apple of your cheek, “Hey,” He cooed, you only responded with a huff, moving your hands to rub at your eyes with a pitiful, forced laugh. “It’s embarrassing, m’sorry.”

With a shake of his head that you couldn’t see, Steve was soon pulling your hands from your face, letting your hands fall to your lap once again as he now placed both hands on the sides of your face, leaning in closer with a small frown. “There is nothing to be embarrassed about, not with me.” Steve promised, words hushed and sincere. He then presses a kiss to your forehead, then leaned back.

He soon was grabbing your left shoe, holding it in his hand. “What are you doing?” You questioned, he hummed in response, placing a kiss to your knee before lifting your leg up a tad to slip the shoe on. “Skydiving,” He replies, which in turn causes you to laugh at his dry tone.

Your eyes were soft as you watched him tie your shoe, finding it adorable and endearing that Steve Harrington still had to use the bunny ear method to tie shoes. After the left shoe was on and tied he moved to the other shoe, repeating the previous actions before he leaned forward to speak to your stomach. “Listen, I get it, you gotta grow before you come out, but give your mom some slack.”

Before he can say anything else, said baby is kicking right where Steve had placed his hand. “I know you can hear me!” He says through a laugh, which in turn causes you to laugh. He then tilts his head back to look up at you, the way the light hits his eyes makes them look more golden than usual, the more you stare the more it reminds you of the sun shining through the blinds that you were looking at a few moments ago. After a moment that feels too long, you are pressing your lips to his.

Maybe not being able to put on your shoes was a good thing...

[freaky-chips]

Kankle and Crobux

[badlydrawnkankri]

hi kankle spankle, hows uurrrr blood pressure.. blood boy.

[funkyllama]

She's Pregananant,

Paolo is happy, Funky is okay, and I'm too tired for infant sims :D We've yet to inform Kankle.

part I / part II

[starseedpatriot]

Tucker Carlson and Jordan Peterson on the Freedom Convoy and ‘mentally deficient fascist’ Chrystia Kankles Freeland. (1 min, 29 sec)

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[kittyb1tz]

trolls ranked by how questionable i think their names would be irl

tier 1:

damara aradia nd aranea: just sound like reasonable things to be called, would not question

kanaya: my favorite troll name, sounds lovely, plus "kanaya maryam" just sounds like someone I could totally meet irl

meenah: real, pretty common name, not outdated or particularly odd spelling, actually there might be a meenah at my school

tier 2

rufioh horuss and cronus: real names, old fashioned but still not too outrageous, would probs go by a nickname

porrim: i dont rly like how it sounds but if I met a porrim I would just assume the name was foreign, sounds name-y

terezi and kurloz: could be variations of real names, Teresa and Carlos

tier 3

all sound made up but passable, like they probs wont get made fun of but may get the occasional comment, my mum once said vriska sounds russian

tier 4

feferi: also sounds vaguely foreign but would get fun of in spite/because of that

kankri: getting a million mocking nicknames kanker sore kankles kankrete etc

equius: most high school bullies wouldnt make the horse connection but equius still just sounds odd and pretty stuck up

gamzee and nepeta: gets giggles whenever the name is called on the roll

meulin: getting meowed at constantly, sounds like merlin

mituna: tuna

tier 5

karkat

[zef-zef]

Merope - Aglala from: Merope - Vėjula (Stroom, 2024)

Delicate instrumental sequences and ethereal vocals are woven into a rich tapestry of subtle synth work and evocative Delicate instrumental sequences and ethereal vocals are woven into a rich tapestry of subtle synth work and evocative field recordings.

Merope: Indrė Jurgelevičiūtė - voice, kankles, electronics Bert Cools - guitar, synth, electronics

[i-cant-sing]

What if ushijimas kitten has a raccoon cult and is teaching them to bite him in his kankles

.... who has a racoon cult? wtf is even that?

[nibblyjimbles]

Would be happy to see Kankri in some kind smuty situation

Say no more anon, a sleepy, aroused kankles just for you

[naturalswimmingspirit]

jazzy050503

Throughout a woman’s lifecycle her body will be up for public discussion, judgement and conditioning. ( sadly often from our parents) As toddlers and young girls we’re dressed in bikini tops and knickers with sexualised slogans on. As young women we’re told - You can’t wear that, You’re asking for it. Don’t show both legs and boobs, it’s not classy. What do you expect when you’re dressed like that, Childbearing hips, muffin tops, thunder thighs, Kankles, busty, pear shaped... After childbirth we crave our ‘old’ body back which makes zero sense to me. We admire women who ‘get back in shape’ quickly after birth. We are told we can no longer show our midriff as the stretch marks and loose skin are ugly... And after 40 you are expected to have no sexuality at all, unless you’re -mutton dressed as lamb, A cougar, Desperate, sad, trying to hold onto youth ( or your husband) Cover our aging arms, wear skirts below knee length and never a bikini. No other gender body type is analysed in this way. Even Instagram, where the hashtag # ashtanga throws up soft porn pics ( try it) won’t allow a woman to show her nipples. I’m not a feminist, but I really don’t care for all this bollocks. I’ve had kids, I’m old and I like been naked and if you don’t like it that’s your problem not mine!