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killerlookz · 14 days

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hiii!!<3 if you’re thinking abt writing for joost, can u pls write some thing abt an established relationship fic based off the song birds of a feather by billie eilish if u can! love ur writing!

Hi anon! thank you sm for the request <33 this song is so sweeeet omg!!! also... technically an established relationship, but i do recap how reader and joost met :-)

Birds of a Feather | Joost Klein

description: gn!reader reflects on all the special moments in your and Joost's relationship following an unexpected proposal.

content: so insanely cheesey! sorry! pure fluff! + lots of crying (mostly happy tears) literally the most tiny smallest sexual reference this fic contains rpf, do not continue if that makes you uncomfortable

word count: 2426 (this was supposed to be under 1k words but i got soooo carried away)

/I don't know what I'm crying for / I don't think I could love you more/

Shaky fingers fiddle with the cold metal looped around your ring finger. Your hand flexes outward, watching as the light from your window reflects onto the small stone. Something warm rolls down your cheek- a solitary teardrop, caressing the skin of your face. Your hand reaches up to wipe away the tear, but it's too late, you can feel more welling up near your waterline, any sudden movement now would send tears streaming down your face. You look up, your eyelids brink rapidly in an attempt to prevent the inevitable waterworks.

You hadn't seen an engagement coming- in all the years you'd been together, it still seemed like a milestone that had felt so far away. Until Yesterday.

You and Joost had been nearly inseparable since just about the moment you had met- A nervous 20-year-old studying abroad in the Netherlands for your second to last semester of university. You sat on the stairs outside of the apartment building that stood as your temporary housing for the semester, on the brink of tears, your randomly assigned roommate had been a real piece of work. You were on your third argument that week alone, and, saying you were fed up was an understatement. You contemplated at that moment packing your things and just going back home.

"Gaat het?" (Are you ok?) A voice calls out, a goofy-looking blonde standing at the bottom of the stairs. He looks vaguely familiar, you think you may have seen him in the elevator of your apartment once or twice.

You furrow your eyebrows at him, "Ik spreek niet veel Nederlands," Using one of the few Dutch phrases you knew to tell him you don't speak Dutch. You shake your head, kind of hoping he would get lost, not wanting to be bothered.

"Ah," He nods, "Do you speak English?"

You stare at him for a moment, unsure if you should lie, after all he was a stranger but something is telling you to tell him the truth.

"Yeah," You sniffle, attempting to remove any emotion from your face.

"Are you okay?" He asks again, this time you understand.

"I'm fine," You weren't exactly searching for a deep conversation about your current struggles in someone you didn't know.

"People who are fine don't usually sit outside their apartment building crying."

You bite your lip, contemplating engaging the kind stranger in what was ailing you at the moment. You sigh, having a feeling he would probably keep pestering you if you continued to insist you were feeling in a way you actually weren't.

"It's just my roommate-"

Two months after your first encounter with the blonde man at the bottom of the stairs, you were standing in front of a mirror, doing a final check of your outfit before going on your first date. You had learned his name was Joost, he was 21, and lived in an apartment two floors above you.

He was unimaginably kind, with a wit unparalleled by anyone you'd ever met before, and truthfully, he was very cute- so when he had initially asked you out, you couldn't get a "yes" out fast enough.

It seemed a little inconvenient, given that you only had one more month left in the Netherlands- but he knew this, and didn't necessarily seem like he had been looking for anything too serious. Besides, it would be nice for you to have a good connection with someone outside of the people you saw in your classes.

There's a knock at the door, and your feet are quick to start shuffling under you, you're practically running to go open it.

You stop for a moment as you get to the door, letting a deep breath fill your lungs to capacity, before letting it out, whipping the door open as you do so.

Joost is standing behind it, a smile plastered on his face, hands behind his back. He's dressed up, now that you thought about it, you never really saw him in anything other than a sweatshirt or t-shirt and some jeans. It was a pleasant change- a white button-up shirt and some dress pants even if both articles of clothing had been obviously wrinkled.

"Hey," He greets, removing his hands from where they rest behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers in an outstretched arm, "These are for you- I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked so I sort of just guessed." He's unsure of himself, in an entirely endearing way. He was trying.

"For me?" You grin, "Aww, Joost!" You take the flowers from his hands, "Let me go find something to put these in."

A month later you're sitting on Joost's couch after what you assumed would be your last date together. Your study abroad program was ending in three days, and you'd be returning back home.

There is an air of sadness that surrounds you, one that you hadn't expected to feel- you'd only known the man for three months, yet somehow it felt like you were leaving someone you had known your whole life.

Gentle fingers grab onto your jaw, Joost is turning your head to force you to look at him.

"You know," He starts, "I've really been enjoying our time together."

"Me too," You agree, a small smile peaking onto your face, you try not to give way to the sadness you were feeling.

"And," He says, "Y/n, I really like you, and I think if I don't ask you now, I'm never going to get the chance to ever again."

"What?" You perk up, your heart suddenly beating much faster, your breathing quickens, unsure of what he's going to say next.

"Well- I- what I'm trying to say is, do you want to go out with me? Like- officially- like dating." His voice is trembling, you'd never seen him so anxious before.

"Joost I-" You sigh, the reality of your situation crashing into you harder than it had before, "I'm leaving soon- we'll be hours away, when am I going to see y-"

You're cut off by Joost's lips crashing into yours, your thoughts suddenly disappearing the second your lips connect. You're entirely overwhelmed with emotion, every wire in your brain is fried, this move was an utter surprise, up until this point your relationship had been entirely chaste; the furthest you'd gone was sharing a hug at the end of your dates. Still, you kiss him back, your hand finding its way to his shoulder, tugging at it, begging him to come closer to you.

It had been seven and a half months since you had last seen Joost, but the two of you had talked at length each and every day during that time. By now, you had finished your degree in University and were ready to really start your life.

You could remember the cheer of excitement on the other end of the phone when you told Joost after a month of job hunting you had secured a job in the Netherlands.

"Does that mean you're coming back here?"

"Yeah, the job starts at the end of next month ."

A month and a half didn't necessarily give you much time to plan things out to the extent you would have liked, but Joost was more than ready and willing to help you out.

He had posited moving into his apartment- but the suggestion while sweet- was quickly thrown out. It wouldn't have been an ideal commute to your new job.

So the two of you got on to looking elsewhere, he had been kind enough to take the time out of his days to go to apartment showings for you near where you'd be taking your job, keeping you on Facetime as he viewed the places.

Eventually, you had found one you absolutely fell in love with, in perfect distance from the job. The problem had been- it was quite a ways out of your budget. You were heartbroken, it had basically been your dream apartment.

Joost, always swift with solving problems, suggested that the two of you move into the apartment together, that way he could cover the rest of the rent that you couldn't afford. And while you were over the moon about his offer- you worried about what living together would do to your relationship, the two of you had known each other for less than a year- would living together be such a great idea?

But as you're standing in the doorway of your bedroom on the first night being in your new apartment, staring up at Joost, who's leaning against the door frame- you just know you made the right decision.

A careful hand glides across your cheek, resting at the back of your neck,

"Thank you for coming back," Joost muses, gently massaging the spot where his hand resides. You lean into his touch,

"There was no other option" There's an undeniable twinkle in your eyes, admiring the man who stood above you, tired and messy from a long day of moving.

"I've been waiting to tell you this in person," His grip on your neck suddenly becomes still, rigid, "And- even if you don't feel the same yet, I just wanted to say that I love you." He's talking fast, simpering after he finishes his short words before resuming the gentle massaging motion of his thumb against your neck.

The breath is almost entirely knocked out of you- he loves you.

The words just about run out of your mouth, "I love you too,"

"You do?" His pupils are blown wide, "You love me too?"

You nod fervently, never having meant a statement so immensely in your life.

Joost is leaning down now, his head tilted so his lips can perfectly interlock with yours. It is possibly the hungriest kiss the two of you had ever shared, with the obvious implication of love now behind it. If Joost hadn't snaked his free arm around your back, you probably would have fallen straight to the ground, your legs tingling with excitement.

He pulls away, looking into your mostly empty bedroom, a smirk appearing on his face,

"What do you say we christen that bed I spent all day putting together?"

Five years later you're still living in that same apartment, the once-empty space now fully decorated with beautiful memories.

And now, the most crystal-clear memory sparkled in your brain, almost as bright as the ring itself. You'd been crying in intervals since then- since it happened since - You replayed it in your head.

"Do you remember when we first met?" Joost's fingers interlock with yours as the two of you walk down a familiar street- You were unsure of why Joost had insisted on taking you here, to the town where you both had lived when you met.

"How could I ever forget?" You grin, "Feels like just yesterday I was crying to some strange Dutch boy about my roommate issues."

"And how you told me, you never wanted to see the Netherlands again?" His words are slow as he looks deeply into your eyes, glimmers of adoration shining from every feature on his face.

"God, I was so dramatic- wasn't I?" You look away from him, scoffing as you look down at the pavement, thinking about your old self, looking back on it- it was a stupid decision to let one person ruin almost two months of your life, but back then it seemed like the biggest deal in the world. "Funny" You shrug, "The decision I made to talk to you on the day I was most certain I was just going to pack up and leave forever led me to making the Netherlands my home." You shake your head, "I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't met you on that day, but I don't think there's a reality that exists where we aren't together."

"Don't make me cry," He chuckles.

"I mean- I don't mean to be all sappy, but it's true- if soulmates are real, I can guarantee you're mine."

He's grinning now, you'd been so lost in your thoughts you barely noticed where the two of you had ended up, back at your old apartment, right in front of those very steps the two of you had met on.

He's pulling you up the stairs, and needless to say you're confused about this trip down memory lane.

"I think it's only appropriate that I do this here," His voice is low, and he's blinking more rapidly than usual. His hand slips from yours, and falls into his pocket- you watch anxiously for his next move. There's something in his hand now, and he's slowly bending down onto one knee.

The tears start nearly immediately, before he says a single word, you're cupping your mouth with your hand

"Y/n," He looks up at you, through the lenses of his glasses you can see there are tears in his eyes too, "Wil je met me trouwen?" (will you marry me)

"Joost," You choke out a sob- "Yes, Yes!" Your whole body is full of a tingling sensation, and your heart feels like it occupies more space in your chest than it did before, swelling with an overwhelming amount of love.

Joost grabs your trembling hand, caressing it tenderly with his thumb before slipping on the ring. You let him hold your hand for a moment more before you're pulling it away, desperate to see. You outstretch your hand in front of you, looking at the glimmering stone that sits on your finger. A visual confirmation of what had just happened.

He's barely stood all the way up before you're reaching for him, knocking into him with an embrace so energetically that it nearly knocks him over. As he catches his balance he wraps his arms right back around you, pulling you into him.

If you were to have gotten any closer, the atoms that make up each of your bodies may have actually fused together. Though you wish you could, despite how you fully braced Joost's body it doesn't feel like enough you want him closer to you.

Still, you're so warm in his tight embrace, letting out choked tears of joy against his chest.

A gentle kiss falls on the top of your head, followed by your favorite words to hear out of Joost's mouth, "Ik hou van jou." (I love you)

You shut your eyes, basking in the moment, you could absolutely get used to hearing those words every day for the rest of your life.

/I'll love you 'til the day that I die / 'Til the light leaves my eyes/

#joost klein #joost klein x reader #rpf #joost klein x you #joost klein fanfic #joost klein fic

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suzukiblu · 5 months

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Flamyangelwings; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.

Ma and Pa store the wreckages of both of their ships in a building that Kara thinks is a barn and cover them with thick, heavy fabric. She takes the crystals out of the ships first, obviously. The ships are little more than scrap now, but they’ll need the crystals one day.

Not yet, but . . . one day.

She and Kal both wear alien clothes and eat alien food and she does her alien work, and he plays with his alien toys, and Ma and Pa . . . Ma and Pa fuss, Kara can’t help feeling.

Sometimes other aliens visit, or they go into Smoll-Veel for supplies or to eat at the restaurants or visit places Kara doesn’t always understand the purpose of. There’s a park, and a shop for textiles, and a . . . library, she thinks? Ma and Pa don’t exchange money for the things they take from it, anyway; just scan a card, and then bring them back later. Kara thinks they’re some sort of . . . paper records, from what she’s gathered–sheets upon sheets of paper, all bound together on one side. Some of them are slimmer and have pictures, and Ma and Pa like to take turns reading those to Kal. Some of them are thicker and don’t have pictures, or at least not many, and those they either read in silence or read to each other or even Kara.

She doesn’t understand them, obviously, but . . . it’s . . . nice, she thinks.

She actually thinks they might be stories, not just records. Especially the ones with pictures in them.

So it’s very nice, that Ma and Pa are sharing those with them. Very . . . very kind.

In the settlement, Ma and Pa introduce Kara and Kal by slightly different names, and everyone calls them Mar-Tha and Jona-Than, not Ma and Pa. Kara thinks maybe this planet has private names on top of their public ones, though she’s not actually certain.

They call her “Ka-Lair” and call Kal “Ka-Lum” to the other aliens, though they pronounce them a little oddly–“Claire” and “Callum”, more like. Or that’s as close as Kara can get, anyway. Sometimes they say “Ka-Lair Zo-El Kent” and “Ka-Lum El-Ot Kent”–Kara’s not sure why Kal gets the Laborer title attached to his name too, but supposes it must be because children on this planet are associated with their guardian’s guild until they’re old enough to choose their own–though again, the pronunciation is a little odd. More like . . . “Claire Zoelle Kent” and “Callum Elliot Kent”, she thinks.

Most of the other aliens in Smoll-Veel are kind, but none of them are as kind as Ma and Pa. Ma and Pa are . . . they’re so kind. Ma teaches Kara how to make her “pye”, and Pa teaches her how to play a catching game with a small white ball and a peculiar webbed glove and sometimes a stick to hit the ball with, and they both teach her how to work on their little farm and help her take care of Kal. They’ve even gotten him his own little bed, with tall fenced-in sides so he can’t roll or climb out of it, and set it up in a bedroom for him and her to stay in together, with a closet full of clothes for them both and a box of toys for Kal and a shelf of thin paper records with pretty pictures inside of them that they read to him from every night after “supper”.

She thinks Ma is female and Pa is male, now, and is mostly certain that they’re either mated or married or whatever this planet does, not related or just friends. Definitely not just coworkers, either way. They still call Kal’s toy dog “Krippo” instead of “Krypto”, but given Kara’s problems getting her own tongue around their language’s words, she’s not going to hold it against them. Kal understands what they mean when they say it, so that’s all that matters.

She feels vulnerable and uncomfortable whenever they’re off the farm, and sometimes even on it, but . . . but Ma and Pa are so kind, and it’s hard to feel uncomfortable with them.

Vulnerable, maybe, but not quite in the same way as she does out in Smoll-Veel.

#flamyangelwings #wip: kara gets to earth on time

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the-queer-youth-help-center · 4 months

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Hello! My name is Jax (they/them) and I noticed many of the resources for queer youth are US and UK centered so I'm making this an international blog where you guys can talk about anything, and I'll do my best to either respond myself or find some local resource for you, all your home language. I just feel the need to warn you guys: I'm brazilian and only speak english and portuguese br. Any other language will be translated by the internet so I'm sorry for any mistranslations both in my understandment or in the response. And, for last but not least, welcome!

Português BR

Oi! Meu nome é Jax (linguagem masculina) e eu notei q mts recursos(?) para jovens queers giram ao redos dos EUA e do Reino Unido, ent eu tô fazendo um blog internacional onde vocês podem falar sobre qualquer coisa, e eu vou fazer o meu melhor pra responder eu mesmo ou achar recursos locais pra vocês, tudo na sua língua natal. Eu só sinto q devia avisar: Eu sou brasileiro e só falo inglês e português br, qualquer outra língua vai ser traduzida pela internet, ent já me desculpo por traduções erradas, seja na resposta ou no meu entendimento. E, por último mas não menos importante, sejam bem-vindos!

Español

¡Hola! Me llamo Jax (elle) y yo noté que muchos de los recursos para los jóvenes queer son muy enfocados en los EEUU y el Reino Unido, entonces he hecho este blog internacional para que ustedes puedan hablar de cualquiera cosa, y para hacer lo posible para responder por mi mismo o encontrar recursos y ayuda cercano a ustedes, en sus idiomas propios. Pero, para que saben, soy de Brasil y solo hablo inglés y portugués brasileño. Todos los otros idiomas serán traslado por el internet, entonces lo siento por errores en mi entendimiento o en mi respuesta. En fin, pero todavía de manera importante, ¡bienvenidos a todos!

Français

Hé! Je m'appelle Jax (iel) et j'ai remarqué que beaucoup de ressources (?) pour les jeunes queers tournent autour des États-Unis et du Royaume-Uni, donc je fais un blog international où l'on peut parler de tout, et je vais faites le Je ferai de mon mieux pour y répondre moi-même ou trouver des ressources locales pour vous, le tout dans votre langue maternelle. J'ai juste l'impression que je dois vous prévenir : je suis brésilien et je ne parle que l'anglais et le portugais brésilien, toute autre langue sera traduite sur Internet, je m'excuse donc pour toute mauvaise traduction, que ce soit dans la réponse ou dans ma compréhension. Et enfin, bienvenue !

Deutsch

Hey! Mein Name ist Jax (männliche Sprache) und mir ist aufgefallen, dass sich viele Ressourcen(?) für junge Queers um die USA und Großbritannien drehen, deshalb betreibe ich einen internationalen Blog, in dem man über alles reden kann, und das werde ich auch tun Ich werde mein Bestes tun, um die Frage selbst zu beantworten oder lokale Ressourcen für Sie zu finden, alles in Ihrer Muttersprache. Ich habe nur das Gefühl, ich sollte Sie warnen: Ich bin Brasilianer und spreche nur Englisch und brasilianisches Portugiesisch. Jede andere Sprache wird im Internet übersetzt. Daher entschuldige ich mich für etwaige falsche Übersetzungen, sei es in der Antwort oder in meinem Verständnis. Und zu guter Letzt: Willkommen!

Nederlands

Hoi! Mijn naam is Jax (hen/hun) en ik heb gemerkt dat veel hulpmiddelen voor queer jongeren zich in de VS en Groot-Brittannië bevinden, dus ik ben bezig met een internationale blog waar je over alles kunt praten. Ik zal mijn best doen om het zelf te beantwoorden of lokale hulpbronnen voor u te vinden, allemaal in je moedertaal. Maar ik moet nog wel iets duidelijk maken: ik ben Braziliaans en ik spreek alleen Engels en Braziliaans Portugees, elke andere taal zal op internet moeten worden vertaald. Mijn excuses dus, voor eventuele verkeerde vertalingen, zowel in het begrijpen van wat je zegt en mijn antwoorden. En natuurlijk: welkom!

普通话

嘿！我的名字是 Jax（男性语言），我注意到很多针对年轻酷儿的资源（？）都围绕美国和英国，所以我正在做一个国际博客，你可以在其中谈论任何事情，我将我会尽力用您的母语亲自回答或为您找到本地资源。我只是觉得我应该警告你：我是巴西人，我只会说英语和巴西葡萄牙语，任何其他语言都会在互联网上翻译，所以我对任何错误的翻译表示歉意，无论是在答案中还是在我的理解中。最后但并非最不重要的一点是，欢迎！

日本語

おい！私の名前はジャックス (男性的な言葉) です。若いクィア向けのリソース (?) の多くが米国と英国を中心に展開していることに気づきました。そこで、何でも話せる国際的なブログをやっています。あなたの母国語で、私自身が答えたり、地元のリソースを見つけたりできるよう最善を尽くします。警告しておきたいと思います。私はブラジル人で、英語とブラジル系ポルトガル語のみを話します。他の言語はインターネット上で翻訳されます。そのため、回答または私の理解にかかわらず、間違った翻訳があったことをお詫び申し上げます。そして最後になりましたが、ようこそ！

Русский

Привет! Меня зовут Джекс (мужской род), и я заметил, что много ресурсов(?) для молодых гомосексуалистов вращается вокруг США и Великобритании, поэтому я веду международный блог, где вы можете говорить о чем угодно, и я собираюсь сделайте Я сделаю все возможное, чтобы ответить на него сам или найти для вас местные ресурсы, и все на вашем родном языке. Я просто чувствую, что должен вас предупредить: я бразилец и говорю только на английском и бразильском португальском языке, любой другой язык будет переведен в Интернете, поэтому я прошу прощения за неправильные переводы, будь то в ответе или в моем понимании. И, наконец, добро пожаловать!

عربي

يا! اسمي جاكس (لغة ذكورية) وقد لاحظت أن الكثير من الموارد (؟) للشباب المثليين تدور حول الولايات المتحدة والمملكة المتحدة، لذلك أقوم بإنشاء مدونة دولية حيث يمكنك التحدث عن أي شيء، وسأقوم بذلك افعل ذلك، سأبذل قصارى جهدي للإجابة عليه بنفسي أو العثور على موارد محلية لك، كل ذلك بلغتك الأم. أشعر أنني يجب أن أحذرك: أنا برازيلي ولا أتحدث سوى الإنجليزية والبرتغالية البرازيلية، وأي لغة أخرى ستتم ترجمتها على الإنترنت، لذا أعتذر عن أي ترجمة خاطئة سواء في الإجابة أو في فهمي. وأخيرًا وليس آخرًا، أهلًا بك!

(I'd like to apologize if there's anything wrong about on the languages with different alphabets, I can't really check what's written)

Inspired by:

@queer-mental-health @queer-advice-hotline @our-trans-youth-experience @our-transgender-experiences @our-nonbinary-experience and others I forgot.

(I am not creative enough to make my own posts, so send asks)

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wordwovencackle · 2 months

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This is what's happening in the Netherlands.

Municipalities see illegal sex work hundreds of times a year.

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Mattress on the floor.

The working conditions are very variable. "From workspaces that are very professionally and neatly furnished to spaces where there is only a mattress on the floor in a polluted room," says the municipality of Sittard-Geleen.

Examples of workplaces that the municipality of Tilburg found during inspections: (see pictures above.

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Many sex workers move around and camp somewhere else every week. "They often come from abroad and live out of a suitcase," notes the municipality of Dordrecht.

The origins of the sex workers (usually women) are extremely diverse, but most come from South America, Eastern Europe or the Netherlands itself.

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Chances of being caught are small.

Amsterdam has the feeling that the illegal circuit is growing. "A conservative estimate is that approximately 6,000 sex workers were active on regular sex advertising websites in Amsterdam last year, the vast majority of which involved illegal prostitution. During inspections we regularly find abuses and exploitation."

Due to a lack of supervision, many municipalities see illegal prostitution as a risk. "The earnings are high, the chance of being caught is small and there is no prospect of voluntariness or [whether the sex workers are underage or not]," according to the municipality of Almelo.

Enforcement officers regularly wonder whether prostitution is forced. For example, Amersfoort came across a Romanian sex worker without papers and a tattoo with the name of a suspected pimp. Sometimes someone other than the sex worker speaks, which municipalities find suspicious.

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Different perspective.

It rarely happens that someone admits to working under duress. "There are often suspicions of a network, but not much information emerges in conversations or interrogations," says the municipality of Assen. "It also plays a role that sex workers sometimes have a different perspective on exploitation," says the municipality of Hilversum. Female sex workers often come from abroad to earn money for their families. "They have more income here than in their home country, even if they have to [pay a part of what they earn.]"

When municipalities discover illegal prostitution, they often choose to warn sex workers and possibly offer help. They can also close properties or impose a so-called cease and desist order on the owners.

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Link to the full article below. It's in Dutch, but it isn't long so an online translator will go a long way for you to get the gist of it:

#anti prostitution #illegal prostitution #anti sex work #anti sex industry #yes this is the illegal part #but it is a *growing* illegal industry in a country *where there is legal prostitution available*#this is by design #legal prostitution does not help the women being exploited by prostitution #most of this is online translation btw I'm sorry #I hope it's all legible #if I need to clarify anything please let me know #radical feminism #radblr #radical feminist #feminism #feminist

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 months

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I imagine telling Viktor that you're pregnant would be nerve racking. You're worried he won't/doesn't want a baby, after all he is much older than you and already has a daughter but in reality the moment you tell him he scoops you up into his arms and just holds you close to him while his heart feels like it's going to burst. He wants a family with you and is already planning out the nursery.

A/n: I'm sobbing! This is adorable

"Viktor"

"Hmm?"

Drying his hands off, Viktor made his way towards you. "Are you veeling better now?"

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head leaning into his hand. "I am....I just found out why I have been feeling sick....I am pregnant." The words spilled past your lips as his dropped his hands.

"Viktor?" Swallowing thickly, you wondered if it was right to tell him. He was older than you, not to mention how he already had a child. Would he not want the child? Though you did not get the chance to react as he pulled you into his arms with a happy laugh spinning you around.

Though his eyes went wide as he gently placed you down as he placed his hand on your belly. "Are you okay....I did not hurt you or the little one."

Blinking back a few tears, you smiled shaking your head watching him kneel down as he then pressed his head to your belly. "No....No you didn't hurt me Viktor."

Smiling, Viktor hugged your waist as he closed his eyes. "Thank you...thank you for giving me a second chance." Shaking his head he then slowly smiled up at you, still holding you. "You've know, I vas already planning on creating a nursery for our little one...I was going to happen soon or vater."

#drabbles #drabble #viktor #viktor vasko #viktor vasko x reader #viktor vasko x you #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #lackadaisy x you #viktor lackadaisy

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gratisdiamanten · 6 months

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Heyyy so I’ve been reading the new max biography and in there is this passage about Jos’s dad locking him in room as a kid 😭 anyway the entire family sounds absolutely wild so was wondering if you had anymore batshit lore about this family ❤️❤️❤️

Ps tyyy for being the verstappen family historian

This sounds insane but I've never read the biographies (never made myself spend the money). I HAVE heard about Frans locking Jos in the van after bad races and making him cry and scream himself to exhaustion and leaving him there for ages before letting him out. I gleaned this one from a Dutch-language article. It's paywalled, just use 12ft.io. Probably the most formative and gut wrenching part of it was probably reading his childhood nickname 'Josje' which is like. Almost entirely a girl's name. I can't explain how that makes me feel.

Jos en Frans trainen veel en reizen heel Nederland en, later, Europa door voor races. Frans kan hard zijn voor Jos. Als die op jonge leeftijd een keer crasht met zijn kart, wordt hij voor straf opgesloten in het busje waarmee ze de circuits afgaan. De huilende Jos zou met zijn vuistjes tegen het raam hebben geslagen – maar hij mocht er onder geen beding uit. [Jos and Frans trained and traveled a lot all over the Netherlands and, later, Europe for races. Frans could be hard on Jos. When the latter crashed once with his go-kart at a young age, he was locked as a punishment in the van they used to travel to circuits. The crying Jos would have banged his little fists against the window - but he wasn't let out under any circumstances.]

"‘Project Max Verstappen’: hoe een Limburgs jochie wereldster werd": Danielle Pinedo, Steven Verseput. NRC, 2020

#asks #anon #jv #this is a week old ask sorry...

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qweenofurheart · 2 months

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could u explain ur ocs and ur uviverse? theyre pretty cool but idek what their names are💗

DW I GOT YOU! I know my posts aren’t very organized so I’ll try to make this sort of an overall guide.

GUIDE TO MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS:

1. You Ate My Heart 🎀

This was an idea for a graphic novel I started in high school. The premise was a bit ridiculous (involved love spells, multiple dimensions and very abstract existential ideas) but I still am very fond of the characters and the themes of friendship, romance and depression, so I might eventually make something with them :)

Characters:

Kitty Chau/Zhou 🐈

She is the protagonist. She’s a Malaysian-Chinese student who immigrates to the USA in order to live up to her own academic expectations. She is honestly kind of a depressed and irrational person, but she also feels a lot of empathy from others. The premise begins because in a lapse of judgement she eats two hearts and ends up casting love spells on two others.

Winghead 🪽

He is one of the most popular guys at Kitty’s school. He is absolutely normal aside from the fact that he has wings on his head and no one knows his real name except for his family. He is well liked for being nice and chill to everyone. He used to date a girl named Inez (shown below) but they broke up at the end of Junior Year, and he still seems torn up about it. He is one of the people Kitty casts a spell on, and because he knows everyone in town, pretty much everyone knows when he starts acting awry.

Veel Abigail Drake 👹

She is a demon princess lol?? Kitty is jealous of her ability to express herself unflinchingly. She has some magical abilities like breathing ice and fire. She comes from another dimension (that is well known in the world, it’s just treated as like another country) and has a belligerent and extreme temper. She has a strong moral code that doesn’t really apply well in delicate situations. She is another person who Kitty spells, and bc she’s a princess, it messes up generations of politics LOL

The story seems SO serious but to be honest 90% of the time I draw these guys, it’s for the shits and giggles

2. Driver OCS 🏎️

I got really into motorsports this year (NASCAR, Le Mans, F1) so I started working on a story just to enjoy researching and writing a realistic + fun character within the world of racing!

Characters:

Santana Marsh 💥

He is half-Spanish one-quarter-Catalan and one-quarter-Irish. He was born in Louisiana but moved to North Carolina as a kid. He is 27 years old and I have written an entire backstory starting from when he began go-karting at age 8. He’s pretty much been driving his whole life. He’s competed in the Allison Legacy Series, Xfinity Series, Nascar Cup Series, and the WEC/Le Mans, and in 2024 he was signed onto the Scuderia Ferrari Formula One Team.

He’s very calm, jokey, and drives like no one else. However he also doesn't like to examine his own emotions due to his difficult relationship with his father after the death of his mother, which is something he needs to work on.

So if I were make a comic or something about him, it would be about his 2024 season, where he meets my other F1 driver characters, etc.

Logan Abujhaad 🌊

He is a rookie - two years into his F1 Career on the Mercedes Petronas team. He is 23 years old and Franco-Marocain. He has had a much less lucrative career than Santana and has a wealthy background - he grew up in Marseille. He competed in Formula Renault, Three, and Two with the support of his family.

He is polite and charming and has a lot of female fans. He’s ruthless on the circuit, and is quite promising as a rookie from his determination alone. His story follows his rivalry with his teammate and his friendship with Santana, as well as his personal struggles with his nervousness and regrets.

I also have other Formula One characters but these are the main two. You can see my other characters in this post.

I think my dream outcome for this project is to make an animated film. Who knows!!

If u have other questions or just want to add a comment feel free to send an ask!

#my art #ask #fuckthychickenstrips #my ocs #long post #you ate my heart #kitty zhou #kitty chau #winghead #veel drake #santana marsh #logan abujhaad

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asiandprcuti · 5 days

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tumblr vindt je echt niet lief, heh 😂... best wel droevig dat je steeds je account kwijt raakt.. ik heb het zelf pas 1 keer meegemaakt en ik ging er helemaal kapot van, want ik had daar zo veel tijd in gestoken... Hoe voel je je erbij?

(For our int friends; tumblr really doesn't like you, huh😂... Kinda sad that you keep losing your account. I've been through it once myself and it rekt me, because I put so much time into it. How does this make you feel?)

I'm going to answer this one in English instead of Dutch, since most my followers can't speak Dutch I assume haha

To be honest, getting deleted the 1st time made me a bit sad... But it's the risk of posting (messy) diapers all the time.

At this point I'm just used to it really, I have been deleted so many times, I've lost count.😅

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mittwoch-addams · 10 months

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Can you post the article??

Vriendin van Van de Donk eist dat Oranje wint voor haar 'Daan'

Girlfriend of Van de Donk demands that Orange win for her 'Daan'

[Ellie Carpenter en Daniëlle van de Donk leerden elkaar kennen bij Olympique Lyon, waar Damaris Egurrola ook onder contract staat.]

[Ellie Carpenter and Daniëlle van de Donk met at Olympique Lyon, where Damaris Egurrola is also under contract.]

Dat haar geliefde door een schorsing niet mag spelen in het kwartfinaleduel met Spanje, was ook een enorme teleurstelling voor Carpenter, volgens eigen zeggen de grootste fan van Van de Donk. „Ik heb geprobeerd haar een hart onder de riem te steken. Gelukkig krijgt ze veel steun van haar ploeggenoten en de staf, die haar het gevoel geven dat ze tot nu toe al heel veel heeft gedaan voor het team.”

The fact that her lover is not allowed to play in the quarterfinal due to a suspension with Spain was also a huge disappointment for Carpenter, according to his own words the biggest fan of Van de Donk. “I tried to support her. Fortunately, she gets a lot of support from her teammates and the staff, who make her feel like she has already done a lot for the team so far.”

Voor Carpenter is het een uitgemaakte zaak wie haar vriendin op het middenveld moet vervangen: Damaris Egurrola. „Zij kent Spanje van binnenuit, heeft met heel veel van die Spaanse meiden samengespeeld. Ik heb vertrouwen in dit Oranje en geniet van hun wedstrijden”, zegt de rechtsback van de Wallabies, die bij Olympique Lyon samenspeelt met Van de Donk en Egurrola.

For Carpenter, it is a foregone conclusion who should replace her friend in midfield: Damaris Egurrola. “She knows Spain from the inside out, has played with a lot of those Spanish girls. I have faith in this Orange and enjoy their matches,” says the Wallabies' right back, who plays alongside Van de Donk and Egurrola at Olympique Lyon.

Carpenter droomt van een WK-finale tegen Nederland. Dan gaat de beuk erin, belooft de verdedigster die op vijftienjarige leeftijd debuteerde voor het nationale team van Australië. „Mocht het zover komen, dan ga ik er vol voor. Zodra ik het veld oploop, is zij even niet meer mijn vriendin maar mijn tegenstander”, vertelde Carpenter na de 2-0 overwinning op Denemarken.Een eventuele eindstrijd tussen Australië en Nederland is sinds die zege weer een stapje dichterbij gekomen. Carpenter speelde voor ruim 75.000 toeschouwers in het uitverkochte olympisch stadion van Sydney. „De manier waarop we op het WK gesteund worden is fantastisch en heb ik nooit eerder meegemaakt. De mensen die in de nok van het stadion zaten kon ik niet eens zien. We weten amper wat we meemaken.”

Carpenter dreams of a World Cup final against the Netherlands. Then the beech goes in, promises the defender who debuted for Australia's national team at the age of fifteen. “Should it come to that, I'll go all out. As soon as I walk out on the field, she is no longer my girlfriend but my opponent,” Carpenter said after the 2-0 victory over Denmark. A possible final battle between Australia and the Netherlands has come one step closer since that victory. Carpenter played in front of over 75,000 spectators at Sydney's sold-out Olympic Stadium. “The way we are supported at the World Cup is fantastic and I have never experienced it before. I couldn't even see the people who were in the ridge of the stadium. We barely know what we're going through.”

Frankrijk (France)

Australië presteert met het bereiken van de laatst acht historisch goed, zegt Carpenter. „Ik ben trots dat we hier nog steeds staan, terwijl we werden gezien als underdogs. Voor elke wedstrijd is ons eerste doel het doel schoonhouden. De nul houden is voor ons belangrijker dan scoren. Dat is ons in drie van de vier wedstrijden gelukt.” Zaterdag spelen de ’Aussies’ in Brisbane tegen Frankrijk om een plek in de halve finale.

Australia is performing with reaching the last eight historical good, Carpenter says. “I am proud that we are still standing here, while we were seen as underdogs. For every match, our first goal is to keep the goal clean. Keeping the zero is more important to us than scoring. We succeeded in three of the four games.” On Saturday, the 'Aussies' will play in Brisbane against France for a spot in the semi-finals.

De vonk tussen Carpenter en Van de Donk sloeg over in Frankrijk, waar zij allebei bij Olympique Lyon spelen. Dat de 32-jarige Nederlandse nu eens aan Carpenters kant van de wereld is, vindt de Australische fijn. „Wij hebben hier ’down under’ zoveel te bieden.”

The spark between Carpenter and Van de Donk skipped in France, where they both play at Olympique Lyon. The Australian likes the fact that the 32-year-old Dutch is now on Carpenter's side of the world. 'We have so much to offer 'down under' here.'

Toekomstplannen (Future Plans)

Of dat ook betekent dat de twee uiteindelijk in Australië eindigen, durft Carpenter (23) niet te zeggen. „Mijn voetbalcarrière duurt logischerwijs nog langer dan die van Daniëlle. Ik kijk gewoon waar ik kan blijven voetballen en waar het ons naartoe brengt.”

Whether that also means that the two eventually end up in Australia, Carpenter (23) dares not say. “My football career logically lasts even longer than Daniëlle's. I'm just looking where I can keep playing football and where it takes us.”

#ellie carpenter #danielle van de donk #damaris egurrola #ol feminin #nedwnt #auswnt

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snoozingredpanda · 1 year

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Nox Fjordson — You

Fem!Reader

Warnings: obsession, stalking, swearing

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• Nox loves you.

• She’d come to this conclusion several months into stalking you, one night when peering through your window, seeing you passed out on your sofa with tubs of ice-cream scattered around.

• Her heart surprisingly ached as the TV glare reflected off your wet cheeks, and it was in this moment that she felt the urge to protect. Why were you crying? Who had hurt you?

• For once she felt anger not for you, but for everyone who could have possibly hurt you. Before she could even think, she was knocking on your front door, heart pounding in her chest.

• “Y—yeah?” You mumble as you open the door, but your eyes widen as you see her. “Oh, hi… What are you doing here?”

• You’re clearly exhausted, your hair and make-up’s a mess. Nox just stares at you for a moment, taking you in, in all your beauty, before she sighs.

• “I don’t have anywhere to go,” she admits. “I, uh, my roommate has a girl over and I don’t want to… um… interrupt,” she says, which was actually true.

• “Oh, yeah, sure, come in,” you smile weakly, letting her in. Nox is thrilled to be inside your house again, but that’s overshadowed as she hears you sniffle a little.

• “Are you okay?” She mumbles, glancing over as you start to clean all the wrappers and tubs off of your sofa and floor.

• “Y—yeah,” you nod, but your voice breaks, tears threatening to spill.

• Nox was uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to caring about people so didn’t exactly know what to do. She was hesitant to speak as you put the plastics in the bin.

• “What happened?” She asks gently. “You can tell. Your secret’s safe with me.” You’re taken back to the conversation a month ago, where you’d said the exact same thing.

• You bite your bottom lip. “I just had a really bad day,” you whisper, voice quivering. “I lost my job and—and I’ve recently inherited my d—dad’s debt and—“

• Nox freezes as you break down into sobs, covering your face with your hands. She doesn’t know what to do, she’s scared to touch you, but slowly pulls you into her arms, trying to to shiver as you wrap your tiny hands around her waist, burying your face into her neck.

• Her whole body feels like it’s on fire — she hasn’t hugged anyone for years — she’d been avoiding all contact like the plague for most of her life.

• But now, as you pull her closer, her shirt dampening from your tears, she can’t help but lean into your touch, pressing her cold lips to your temple, inhaling your mouthwatering scent.

• “It’s okay,” she whispers. “I’ve… I’ve got you.”

• She stayed holding you for what seemed like hours, running her fingers through your hair as she became more comfortable.

• She didn’t understand her feelings. She felt like there was nothing in the world but you. You. Fuck, she loved you. She couldn’t imagine a life without you. She needed you. She needed you. Everything was wrong without you.

• She felt your slowly becoming more limp in her arms, exhaustion creeping back in. She gently lifts you up, your legs crossing around her waist as she takes you upstairs to your bedroom, laying you on your plush bed.

• As she pulls away, a soft murmur leaves your lips. “Don’t go, Noxie…”

• She feels like she’s about to explode as her heart swells with warmth at your adorable nickname-giving. She nods quickly and lays herself next to you, taking deep breaths to calm herself as you cuddle up to her.

• “You gotta stay,” you whisper sleepily. “You gotta keep me safe…”

• “Naïef meisje...” She replies softly. “Je zou bang voor me moeten zijn, engel.”

(Naive girl. You should be fearing me, angel.)

• “What that mean?” You question as you nuzzle your face into her neck.

• “I want to protect you,” she says gently. “Want to make you happy.”

• She can feel your grin against her skin, and her lips quiver into their own twisted smile, knowing she’d finally caught you in her dangerous trap.

• “Ik hou van je. Te veel.” Her words are soft, luring you to sleep.

(I love you. Too much.)

• If only you knew what she said.

#yandere #oc #x reader #fem oc #oc x reader #yandere x reader #fem reader

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