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dutchjan · 10 months
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July 19, 2023
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alle media die nu iemand uitnodigen om te komen praten over waarom acid wel degelijk een zwaardere straf dan de reuzegommers verdient mogen echt kak eten. read the focking room. zwijg er dan gewoon over als je nog steeds de reuzegommers blijft beschermen
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smithsparker · 1 year
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hoe vaker soy zegt dat hij te vertrouwen is, hoe minder ik hem vertrouw
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stomgetoeter · 2 days
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set life/ 1
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Pfffff
Ik wilde idd een beetje bijslapen vandaag, daarom ging ik rond elf uur lekker in bed liggen, maar ik moet bekennen dat in een keer tot half negen 's avonds doorslapen ook niet helemaal de bedoeling was, oeps
Ben benieuwd wanneer ik weer ga kunnen slapen vannacht, but we'll see.
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Herschrijf mooi, de selectie, de maagden agenda, en de land “Asther” agenda (Mission)
Ga naar land, kies in die groep alleen de mannen
Kies in die groep heel de bruid en heer habitat
Zodat het land, in vrouw man populatie in balans bleef.
In die generatie
‘Het land is zogezegd iets, een plan’
‘Dubbel AGENDA’
‘Hij was vrijpostig, selecteerde in een habitat alleen de mannen”
Hij gebruikte die zin van Johonnathan gewoon altijd, hij was een Leugenras een leugenaar en zou er altijd een zijn, spijt van hoe hij Johannathan naar het land deed had hij niet niet, exact dezelfde woord keuze, woordstrategie, en reden, meer maagden voor seks, want degene van de lagere habitat had hij nog niet.
Die aanplanten, die niet.
Dubbele agenda,
‘Selecteer bewust doe hun hele groep naar het land gaan, zo blijft die habitat generatie in balans.
Klinkt dubbel, alsof dubbele agenda,
Ben je echt met het land bezig van “Asther.”
Ik laat die mensen rustig eten, als ik de balans van de generatie herstel, door een habitat heren met bruiden, naar het land te sturen,
‘Maar dus je steelt die zo, ja zonder hun bruiden, dan, dan naar het land, zonder hun bruiden,
‘Dus je ben echt een Dief.’
Die komt met goede
Nee ik heb een dubbele agenda
Mij geef ook generatie volledige habitat bruiden en heren aan het land
‘Maar je komt met de zin, “Je moet naar het land voor Asther”
Christen-zin,
Schijnheilige zin,
‘Dat was niet voor het land van Asther’
‘Dat waren bruiden voor uw harem’
Mja toen was dat niet voor het land
Dus je loog hun voor,
Dus je loog hun voor,
Aan ge-haremd
Niet aan-geharemd.
‘Dus je loog hun voor ‘
je zei iets tegen de mannen dat hun bruiden in uw seks harem schat gingen
‘Dus je bent een dief, met een dubbele tong, gespleten tong, drie-tong.
Dus had je niet gestuurd voor “Asther” /het Land
‘Die voor u’
‘Ja die rekende ik aan
‘Ah dat wou ik weten.’
Die zin hoe, IS VRIJPOSTIG.
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kamotecue · 8 months
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how could you do this, babe? ★ k. mccabe
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pairing: katie mccabe x reader
summary: you never actually thought that the one thing you didn’t want to happen—well, happened. dutch!reader
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you hated the thought of being cheated on—it was something you didn’t want to happen. little did you know it did.
you just came home from work, the shared apartment was quiet. there were lights turned on, and clothes were scattered all over.
you grimaced at the sight, but the thought of katie cheating was still on your mind. you contemplated whether to confront or to just leave—so you did what anyone probably would’ve done.
“katie?” you asked, not receiving a reply you took a deep breathe and held the door knob. the fear of being cheated on—wasn’t just a fear. you saw your mother experience it, the way your family either cheated or had been cheated on.
you slowly opened the door to see katie sitting on the shared bed, her top was removed as you noticed the other party. she had her lips on your lover’s neck as you felt your jaw clenched.
“holy shit.” the girl said, as she scrambled to cover herself up. katie gazed at you, the hallway light illuminated the dark bedroom. her face was very guilt-ridden as you scoffed.
“i guess we are done here.” you had a monotone voice, as you threw your keys on the bed. it was maddening, you told her about this.
the night you officially became a couple, you were vulnerable in her arms. you had trusted her with the biggest fear, and she broke it.
you felt someone grab your hand, as you yanked your hand away. you saw katie who had her shirt on, there were marks all over her neck as you held a glare in your eyes.
“i can explain-“ katie said, as you swirled your tongue around the mouth.
“don’t bother, katie. good night.” you said, as you turned to leave, but she had scoffed.
“you think i wanted this to happen?” you turned back only to see her arms crossed.
“no, you don’t get to pull that on me, mccabe. i never thought you would do this, but clearly i was wrong.” you watched as she winced at your harshness. the door opened to see the girl fully dressed, you clenched a fist, clearly irritated at this.
“leave.” katie said, as she walked past the two of you, quickly shuffling out the door.
“we need to talk about us-“
“is there even an us anymore? you did the one thing that i begged you not to.” katie uncrossed her arms, as she sighed in frustration.
“i’m sorry.” you watched as she looked at the floor.
“that’s it?“ you knew your voice broke, as you tried so hard not to cry.
“was it worth it?” she threw years down the drain, and when she didn’t look you in the eyes. you scoffed before throwing her your keychain that she gave you.
you had turned around, slamming the apartment door. you rushed through the hallways, not wanting to slow down because you knew she’d come after you.
and if she caught up, you knew you wouldn’t leave. how could you? she had gave you a reason to walk away, it wasn’t like she was holding you hostage. but you could’ve stayed because you loved her.
it was literally late at night when viv had gotten the call from you, ever since you played on the national team, the two of you were like two peas in a pod.
“rustig aan, ik kan je niet horen. [calm down, i can’t hear you.]” viv’s calm voice was heard on the other end. she had a finger over her ear, as she tried to hear what you were saying.
“ze heeft mij bedrogen! [she cheated on me!]” your voice was slurred, but she understood it. her eyes widened as she sat up from her bed, beth looked at her girlfriend in confusion.
“ben je dronken? waar ben je. [are you drunk? where are you?]” you looked around, the music was going throughout the room. you had a half filled glass in your hands, it was whiskey.
“in een bar vlakbij het appartement zou je het kunnen opmerken. [in a bar near the apartment, you might notice it.]” you heard viv mutter a few words, as you hummed.
“oké, blijf daar. beth en ik komen je halen. [okay, stay there. beth and i are coming to get you.]” you heard viv say, before the call had ended. you felt your eyes closing, as you gently placed the glass on the table.
you didn’t notice how concerned your teammates looked, you never drank. you were always the designated driver, you stayed away from alcohol as you saw what it could do to people.
the next day, you woke up with an absolute headache. you opened your eyes to see yourself in the guest bedroom.
a glass of water and two pills of advil were seen on the bedside table, you quickly took it before slipping through the sheets.
you heard someone hummed, as you were closer to the kitchen. it was beth who cooking, you were looking for viv but she was already starting at you.
“wil me vertellen wat er is gebeurd? [want to tell me what happened?]” viv asked, as beth looked at the hallway, seeing you a bit shy as you probably interrupted their night.
“ik vond haar in ons gedeelde bed, met een meisje—haar lippen lagen op haar nek. [i found her in our shared bed with a girl—her lips were on her neck.]” you watched as viv’s eyes widened, she accidentally slammed a fist on the counter top grabbing the attention of beth.
you had a deep conversation, beth was hugging viv in order to comfort her, as she was in disbelief her irish club teammate had treated you like this. but you had gazed at the way she looked at viv with so much love, it was something you wanted.
either way, she supported your decision. you had bid goodbye. you were sitting at the window seat of the plane, looking out of the window. the night sky was present, as you heard your phone dinged.
it was a instagram notification, confirming your transfer to lyon.
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lqvesoph · 2 years
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his rival's sister (pt. 2)
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paring: charles leclerc x drivers sister!reader
warnings: lots of yelling, events after the japanese grand prix
HUGE THANK YOU TO @fryskje for helping me with the dutch <33
this is a two-shot, 1st part here
this is purely fiction!!
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Your eyes searched for Charles who was standing next to his team members. The sadeness on his face was visible to anyone. He drove a fantastic race, the degradation killing his tyres in the end causing him to make a small mistake which led to a 5 second penalty.
You obviously were overly excited because your brother had just won his second championship but you're heart also broke a little for Charles.
His tired eyes met yours and you swallowed hard. Then you made an impulsive choice and waved him over to you.
Charles furrowed his eyebrows, making you wave again. He spoke to his engineer for a second before handing him his bottle and making his way over to you.
As soon as he was in reach, you leaned over the barrier and wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
Charles was surprise by your sudden action, but put both hands on your waist and pulled you a little closer so you where standing on your tip toes. The barrier pressed into your middle but you didn't care.
Your fingers tangled in his sweaty hair on the back of his neck while his digger deep into your waist.
Charles pulled back and looked at you with shock on his face. You smiled and giggled at what you've just done. "You'll get them next year", you whispered, stroking his cheeks in the process.
"This was incredibly reckless and impulsive", he mumbled. "I know", you chuckled. A slight smile spread on his face and he leaned in for another kiss before going back to his team again.
You leaned back behind the barrier again and let your thumb trail over your lips. When you turned around, you saw Kelly looking at you with her eyebrows raised.
"You wanna talk about that?", she mumbled, making you chuckle. "I mean, what?? How?? Why didn't I know about this? Does Max know?", she called, pressing closer to you so you could talk.
"Shhh", you giggled, pressing your finger to your lips. "He does now", you answered her last question, which made Kelly laugh.
To say Max wasn't pleased when he saw the footage of Charles and you after the race playing on screens in the cool down room, was an understatement.
He starred at the screen before turning around to see Charles talking to Checo about their last lap fighting.
"Leclerc!", he called, an angry expression painted his face. Charles looked up to see the dutch driver storming towards him.
"Why the fuck were your hands-", but he didn't get much further because an official from the FIA called for Charles to go out on the podium.
Slightly confused about Max's outburst, he made his way outside. He waved and immediately searched for you in the crowd of Red Bull team members.
When he found you, a smile crept its way on his face. You grinned brightly and held up the chain with the small C pendant. Charles let out a small laugh when he saw it and shyly looked down to his feet.
Kelly chuckled in disbelief and kept clapping. "You need to tell me everything", she called which made you laugh. "If you help me stop Max from killing him, yes I will", you replied laughing.
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"Y/n! I need to talk to you!", Max called after the podium, walking straight towards you. "Maxie, please calm-", you tried to smooth the tension but your brother wasn't having it.
"Don't tell me to calm down!", he said, grabbing your arm tightly and pulling you inside the Red Bull hospitality.
"Wat de fuck was dat? Waarom zou je dat doen? Hem zoenen voor miljoenen mensen (What the fuck was that? Why would you do that? Kiss him in front of millions?)", was the last thing Charles heard from outside. He didn't understand Max's words but could for sure make out how mad he was.
"Max, rustig aan!! (Max, calm down!!)", you yelled. "Nee, dat doe ik niet! Vertel me wat er in godsnaam aan de hand is tussen jou en Charles!! (No, I won't! Tell me what the heck is going on between you and Charles!!)", your older brother fired back.
The people in the corridor started to give you weird looks, so you decided to grab your brother's arm and pull him towards his driver room.
"We're dating, okay?", you called when the door fell shut. "No, not okay! It's Charles!! Date geen vrienden van je broer of zus, weet je nog? (Don't date friends of your sibling, remember?)", Max reminded you of the rule you made when you were kids.
"Max we were 7 years old when we made that stupid rule-" "I told you the year I got into Formula 1, not to date any of the guys. A relationship with a driver isn't good, we aren't there for most of the year and instead basically live in airplanes and hotels!", Max called, his voice going from angry to worried.
"Maxie, I know what I got myself into when we started dating! I know how your life is, I've been with you since the start of your career!", you said, seeing how internally conflicted he was.
"Ik wil gewoon niet dat je gekwetst wordt (I just don't want you to get hurt)", he mumbled, an almost defeated expression on his face now.
"Ik weet het, maar het is Charles, je kent hem (I know but it's Charles, you know him)", you smiled a little. Max stepped closer and carefully wrapped his arms around you.
"Okay", he mumbled into your hair. "Can you tell me for how long you hid... your relationship?", your brother asked, hesitating at the word 'relationship'.
"We've been together for four months", you told him. Max nodded and pulled back to look at you. "And he treats you right?"
A smile found its way on your lips and you nodded. "He does", you said, thinking of the times he's brought flowers to your hotelroom or surprised you with a little dinner date in his room.
"Is he the reason you've come to most of the races since Monaco?", Max wanted to know. "Yes", you admitted, looking down to your feet. "I have to say, I found it a little suspicious because you never come to that many races", Max laughed and hugged you once again.
"If you're happy, them I'm happy", he said, stroking your hair and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"I am. Charles really makes me happy", you replied with a smile. Max nodded. "Let's go back outside, alright? I need to have a talk with your boyfriend", he said and opened the door.
"Please let him live", you chuckled, knowing how intimidating your brother could be.
After Max had changed into something more comfortable than his racing suit, you two stepped outside again only to find Kelly talking to Charles who also got changed.
"It'll be fine", Kelly assured the monegasque, that was the only part of the conversation you heard before they looked at you.
You gave your boyfriend a motivating smile and moved next to Kelly. "How did he take it?", she whispered. "He was angry at first but accepted it eventually. He said if he makes me happy then he's fine with it", you quickly told her before focusing on the two guys.
"Max-", Charles started, wanting to explain himself but your brother interrupted him.
"If you hurt her, I'll crash you out on purpose", Max threatened with a cold voice.
"I won't, I promise", Charles replied, nodding vigorously. Then Max held up one hand. A relieved expression painted Charles' face at the gesture of peace, signaling that Max accepted your relationship.
They hugged for a quick second which made you smile.
"I can't believe I was spraying you with champagne while you were fucking my sister behind my back", Max chuckled, causing Charles and you to open your eyes wide.
"Max!!", you yelled, slapping the back of your brothers head.
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overprikkelqueer · 4 months
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het voordeel aan thee hebben is dat je het kan drinken. en het is erg lekker. het nadeel is. dat thee zo lekker is dat je het blijft drinken, en dat je dan vaak naar de wc moet.
Kunnen we dat afschaffen? Waarom moet je bij thee nou zo vaak naar de wc maar met andere vloeistoffen een stuk minder?? doe even normaal ik zuip een hele waterkoker leeg en dan vul ik m weer en dan wil mijn blaas dat ik hem leeg? DOE RUSTIG
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dutchjan · 1 year
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January 03, 2023
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hullott · 1 year
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Dwergpapegaaiblauw is een lichte, hemelsblauwe kleur. Het is een zeer kalmerende en vredige kleur en wordt vaak gebruikt in interieurontwerp om een ​​rustige sfeer te creëren.
Dwergpapegaaien maken een verscheidenheid aan geluiden, waaronder tjilpen, koeren en zelfs spinnen. Ze staan ​​​​ook bekend om hun karakteristieke 'gorgelende dwergpapegaai', een laag, keelachtig geluid dat vaak wordt omschreven als spinnen.
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deberghuthorizon · 5 months
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Een uiterst actief bezoekje aan de bibliotheek deze morgen!
Terwijl de ene groep genoot van een rustig leesmomentje, ging de andere groep aan de slag met Vos & Haas… zoeken maar!
Breng gerust een bezoekje aan de bibliotheek om de zoektocht af te werken 😊
Dankjewel bibliotheek Gistel!
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stomgetoeter · 2 months
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kirby music save me
save me kirby music
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bramsnor · 4 months
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Hoi Kato hier,
Ik heb vandaag door de sneeuw gesnuffeld, wat een leuke ervaring. Had de lange lijn aan en dan kan ik dus veel luchtjes verkennen. Ik heb de Tiendweg-Oost uit mogen stekkeren waar meestal veel collega honden lopen, maar vandaag was het rustig dus kon ik me heerlijk concentreren op van alles.
Bij elkaar zo'n zes kilometer luchtjes gesnoven, een stuk gezonder denk ik als wat veel mensen allemaal snuiven. Heb ook nog een dode gans gevonden, maar die Snor heeft hem maar laten liggen. Hij heeft al genoeg veren in huis zegt hij. We hebben namelijk nog twee vogels, maar die zijn soms irritant rumoerig. Die ene Fred dus, is flink jaloers op mij als ik met die Snor ligt te kroelen bijvoorbeeld.
Moet eerlijk zeggen dat ik wel eens vlucht voor die schreeuwert, Wilma daar in tegen is veel rustiger. Vanmiddag heeft het vrouwtje mij even begeleid bij m'n plas/poep loopje, was ik wel blij mee. Ze vertelde dat er toch behoorlijk wat lezers mijn blog volgen. Leuk dank jullie. Bij nieuwe ervaringen laat ik het weer opschrijven. Doei.
Kato🐕
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cactusklas · 8 months
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Als echte detectives 🔎 gingen deze vierdes op zoek naar de dader, plaats en het vluchtvoertuig van een misdaad gepleegd in het rustige Brommelgem. Aan de hand van teksten konden de leerlingen schrappen over wie het NIET ging...
Er werden ook straffen uitgedeeld: geld betalen, 1 jaar cel, 10 jaar cel, LEVENSLANG! Wat ben ik blij dat ik de dader niet was 😅
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marcelskittels · 9 months
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OMG MATHIEU
DOE IS FF RUSTIG AAN JONGEN
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