#kisir

[poccharin]

I am, first and foremost, a sleepy girl! But starting my day earlier and cutting out wasted time feels soooo much better!

[eaudavie]

Evde kendi kendimize gun yapacagimiz gun popeyes yedim kendi bacagima sikmis gibi hissediyorum

[beardedhandstoadshark]

On todays episode of cooking experiments bound to go wrong:

Attempting to make Cig Köfte at 11am

(Image Source: first result when searching cig köfte in ecosia lol)

Step 1: wise rice

Idk if this is the right amount of rice. Or the right rice. This one’s bulgur. Idk what its English name is. Or this dish‘s name.

Not pictured: idk if it’s the right amount of water either (it was not)

Step 2: Onions

The ninjas were strong but my determination was stronger. Frisk Undertale would be proud I think

Step 3: The Fuck Around Phase

The recipe told me to use 2 whole onions, which seemed like way too much, so it has been discarded. The new guide will be Vibe. Is this enough tomato stuff, or lemon and salt and pepper? How many chili flakes are too many? Do chili flakes even go in there?? I forgot the olive oil until kneading this for 10min already. The Vibe is not a very good guide

Step 4: The And Find Around Phase

…this is Kisir.

This is a salad. I wanted to make a spicy hand food and it turned into a fucking salad

And it tastes GOOD TOO（ ｉ _ ｉ ）

I have never been this disappointed in making something that’s nice to eat

Final result: -10/10: failed so badly it turned successful again :]

[melanieph321]

If you can write for Kenan yildiz where he gets jealous because you’re friends with your ex

PS I like your work and I hope you have a good day😌🫶🏼

Ugh, love this! 😩

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 2.0

(DAY 5)

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - The Perks Part 1/2

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Part 2

Enjoy!

You stared at the invitation in your hand, feeling your heart sinking into the depths of the school grounds. "Marco, what is this?"

He stood before you with a cheap smile and box of chocolates in his hands. "Don't play dumb Y/N, it's an invitation to prom, what else?"

"Why are you inviting me to prom when you know that I have a boyfriend?"

"Who, Kenan?" Marco laughed. It was hard to believe that you used date him once. Marco was technically your ex boyfriend, but sharing the same friend group made it nearly impossible for you to avoid him.

"Be real Y/N, Kenan is not coming to Prom. Juventus has a game on Saturday."

"He might make it." You hissed. Although you knew how important Juventus game against Napoli was. The perks of dating a professional football player.

Kenan wasn't like any other guy though. He was muture and very determined about his sport. You met him through family connections, and what started out as an innocent friendship quickly turned into something more. Kenan however, never finished high school. A tradition like prom probably had little significance to him.

"Okay, let's say he does make it...." Marco explained, "Don't you think it will ruin everything?"

"How so?"

"Well, you'll never get any time for yourself, let alone on the dance floor. People, especially the girls, are going to flock after him like wild chickens, meaning the two of you won't have a moment for yourself. Is that really what you want your biggest night in high school to be like?"

You thought about it and remembered the last time Kenan came to visit your school. Along with your parents, he came to watch your performance with the school orchestra. However, all hell had broken lose, with even faculty members jumping Kenan, asking him to sign their belongings. Where you came from in Italy everyone was a fan of Juventus. It was as simple as that.

"Fine." You nodded. "I'll be your date to the prom."

"Yes." Marco punshed the air with his fist.

"But don't get it twisted, we're only going as friends."

"And we'll have a great time together."

You rolled your eyes, accepting the chocolates that were handed to you.

"See you Saturday beautiful." Marco blew you a kiss before running off. He was such a kid. But he did have a point about taking you to prom. Question was, how would your boyfriend feel about it?

Instead of going home that afternoon you went straight to Kenan's house. However, his car wasn't in the driveway when you arrived, meaning he had yet returned home from training. Instead you were greeted by the maid, Rita, who made you a snack as you waited.

After a long day of school you ended up falling asleep on Kenan's couch, only to be woken up by wett kisses serenading your face.

"Stop it." You muttered.

A chuckle. "Why? You look so cute when you sleep."

"Kenan?" Your eyes flung open.

He smiled down at you. "I didn't know that you were coming over. I would've picked up some food on my way here."

"No need." You sat up, rubbing your tired eyes. "Rita made me your favorite..."

"Kisir?"

"It was delicious."

"You little..."

Kenan threw himself over the couch. You were pinned down with your arms above your head as his weight fell on top of you.

"Say you're sorry."

"No."

"Say your sorry for eating my Kisir."

"Never."

You squealed as lips targeted your neck, searching for your tickle spot.

"Kenan."

"Say your sorry."

He continued to trace the kisses downwards, one had letting go of your pinned arms.

"Kenan, please." You giggled. Your laughter quickly turned to soft moans as Kenan's free hand slipped down your skirt, snaking it's way between your  trembling thighs.

"Kenan."

"Relax." He whispered. "I'll make you feel good baby."

Although it felt good, really good. It was not what you came here for.

"Kenan, we need to talk."

It was the panic in your voice that made him stop. He sat up, cheeks flushed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No!" You pushed off your elbows. "Of course not, no."

"T...then why did you want me to stop?" The worry in his eyes was heartbreaking.

"Beacause..." You sighed, never having imagine how hard it would be to confess to him. "I have something to tell tell you. It's the reason why I'm here, not to..."

A moment of clearity appeared on his face. "Right..." He coughed. "Shoot...I guess."

He sat back on the couch, stretching for your legs to rest in his lap. "What would you like to tell me?"

"Well..." Where to begin? "I told you that my high school prom is coming up...."

"The party?"

"Yes, the party." You nodded. "With all of my classmates.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Sounds like fun."

"And it's gonna be. It's just that..." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "...Marco asked me to be his date and I said yes."

"Marco, as in your ex boyfriend Marco?"

"Yes, Marco Lazzarini."

"Okay, but why would you want to go to prom with that fool?"

"Kenan."

"He is though, a fool. You told me so yourself."

"Yes, but he's also one of my closest friends, ergo, I'm going to prom with my friend."

"Your ex boy-friend."

You legs fell as Kenan stood. He was clearly upset.

"Kenan, you know I would've asked you to go with me."

"So why didn't you?"

"What do you mean, Juventus is playing Napoli on Saturday, remember?"

He stiffened. "It's this Saturday?"

"Yes." You sighed, finally getting your point across."

"S...so you're only going with Marco because I'm not able to?"

You nodded. "That and other things?"

"Other things?"

You thought about what Marco said, how Kenan coming to Prom would ruin things.

"It's better this way." You nodded. "People would have bothered us if you came with me to prom."

Kenan frowned. "So that's it? I'm a burden to you?"

"What, no."

"Sounds like it."

"What, no Kenan? That's not what I meant and you know that."

"That's what it sounded like to me."

"Kenan, you got it all wrong."

He shook his head. "Nah, if you want to go to prom, go. I hope you and Marco Lazzarini have a great time together."

"Kenan?" His gaze, his tone. It was all spiteful.

"You heard me Y/N, go! I have to rest anyway. "

It felt like a shot to the head. You stood from the couch, your body trembling like noodles. You left Kenan's house with a lump in your throat soon replaced by hushed sobbing as you made your way home.

Part 2

[yaralanma]

CANIM BOL NAR EKŞİLİ KISIR ÇEKTİ

[hecevegecedegil]

bi tiramisu yapmisim bi kisir yapmisim olaayy ya neyim ben boyle mis gibi olduu

[wife]

my housemate came home and she had leftover kisir and dolma bc she spent all day folding dolma with her friends YESSS but i ate the kisir and immediately could tell something was Wrong because it tasted. really sour. but i ate it anyway bc i really love kisir and i asked her if she made it and she said no her friend did. which made sense bc her kisir usually is really good. then her bf appeared to give us both icecream so again hell yes. then i kept eating kisir and she told me to try the dolma and so i did except my mouth was just full of lemon so i could barely taste it so idk if it was good. fucked up world

[theinfectedbat]

TAM 4 SAAT ARALIKSIZ BARDA KAHVE VE MOCKTAIL ÜRETİP ÜSTÜNE SALON TEMİZLİĞİ YAPTIM. 4 SAATLİK RUSH. SİSTEMDE 170 ADİSYON VAR HER BİRİ EN AZ 2 İÇECEK SICAK / SOĞUK. MUAZZAM BİR ENERJİ PATLAMASI YAŞADIM HALA DURAMIYORUM YEMEK MOLASI BİLE YAPMADIM. EKİPTEKİ KIZLARDAN BİRİSİ KISIR YAPIP GETİRMİŞ ONU YİYORUM ŞİMDİ. MUAZZAM ÖTESİ GÜZEL BİR GÜNDÜ. HEM DE THE BEAR EDİTİNDEN SONRA MİS GİBİ GELDİ.

[stormboundscholar]

Day 2/10 of getting back on my feet

Swam 3 hours

Showered

Brushed my teeth

Read my book for a little bit

Took a power nap

Did German duolingo for 30 minutes.

Held myself back from eating too much kisir

And that was it for today!

Not very interesting or productive i know, but some days are just mediocre. I was a bit timed from swimming so i just slept a bit more than usual.

A bit anxious about the close future since some things aren't in my control and others are unknowns. Everything should work out all right though.

Have a good night everyone, and good luck with your endeavors.

[kalansonkauaikusu]

kisir gunlerinin vazgecilmezi oldum

[evimuzak]

selam kisir yapiyorum benim saat mekan farketmez kisir aski tam su an canima kastetti

[4709j047]

annee kisir yapsana anneee

[denizinmaviligineasikolan]

kisir yedim az once, midem yaniyo deliler gibiii

[turevsiz]

bi kisir yaptim nasil aci nasil aciii hastaneye kalktim resmen

[acid-gramma]

What you think is what you become olayına nasıl yaklaşıyorsun ? Ben enerji zart zurttan değil beynimiz ile iletişim kurabileceğimiz yeni bir kanaldan bahsediyorum sonuçta hayatımız kim olduğumuz kim olduğumuz ise zihnimizin bir ürünü istersek kendimizin yeni bir versiyonuna yeni bir benlik algısına zihnimizi kodlayabileceğimiz ve eğer yeterince bunu düşünerek beynimizi bu yeni algıya ikna edebilirsek yepyeni kendinisteklerimiz doğrultusunda bir hayat yaşayabileceğimiz konsepti bana hiç manasız gelmiyor

manasiz degil zaten it works. sadece dusunmek yetmez ama act de gerekli. kisiyi kisir donguye sokuyor kendini yiyen yilan gibi. mecburen ona donusuyorsun cunku onun yaptiklarini yapiyorsun

[ayhatemaylayf]

kendime yetecek kadar kisir yapmaya gidiyorum yani bu 5 kisilik aileye 2 gun yetecek kadar kisir cikaricam demektir