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scribblersobia · 26 days
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Venting!
I went to a family function yesterday. And, every single person was telling me how I should get married because I am eligible to get married (according to them), they told me I should marry to ward off burden from my parents ( Idk why those educated motherfuckers think daughters are burden), they told me that I can study after marriage (cuz of my aunt did it so I can do it too), they told me I can work and find job after marriage, nobody really asked me how am I, how do I feel and how I look at world. They all are so sure that I have no ambitions and I do not want a career. I was so annoyed that I literally started crying.
Why don't people think before opening their mouths? Why can't they just shut up? You meet me once in a year and you give me advices like you know everything about me, no idiots! You have no idea what is going on in my life and what all I am dealing with. You expect me to respect your boundaries but you don't want to respect my feelings? I told them that I have plans and goals, and I don't want to get married now, but nobody was ready understand this! They said, we will ask you again and again to get married ( so that means those questions were intentionally asked and I was intentionally hurt!) People are so rude, I never ask you such personal questions then why do you ask me such annoying questions? This is the reason I don't meet people anymore. And, now I am so frustrated by this ''shaadi, shaadi'' ''(marriage, marriage)'' that I don't want marriage anymore. I don't feel love anymore, this society has ruined my perspective regarding marriage. I hate it now. I feel peace when I am alone. I hate meeting people especially my relatives. They all are snakes. Just because I am polite and don't answer you back that does not mean that I am dumb and my dreams, my life and my whole existence doesn't matter and you can say whatever you want to! I do matter, I am important so stop it people. Stop hurting me!
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mymilovesfashion · 4 months
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[2023 year in review ~ Vogue Netherlands]
JAN/FEB - Kelly Piquet
JAN (digital) - Nina Marker
MAR - Gigi Hadid
APR - Alek Wek
APR (digital) - Dilone
MAY - Mila van Eeten 
JUN - Corey Mylchreest, India Amarteifio
JUL/AUG - Karel Gerlach, Maan de Steenwinkel
SEP - Felice Nova Noordhoff
OCT - Nyaueth Riam
NOV - Winnie Harlow 
DEC - Karen Elson, Sasha Pivovarova, Amanda Murphy
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dutch2000s · 2 months
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Max op de Maan
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hartenlust · 14 days
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picasso op het strand luisteren is me echt aan het genezen
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spinvis · 2 months
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pu-butt · 9 months
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Child-me may have not gotten all of her songs, but upon further review and with the power of voortschrijdend inzicht, i must conclude that Anouk's For Bitter or Worse album consists of nothing but banger after banger after banger
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breslicht · 6 years
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pathsofoak · 23 days
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Vraagje aan Nederlandstalige tumblrina's: ik ben op zoek naar de Nederlandstalige versie van Phineas en Ferb, het liefst ergens online, maar het moeten downloaden vind ik ook niet heel erg.
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luegootravez · 26 days
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Maan de Steenwinkel by © Andreas Terlaak
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kdram-chjh · 10 months
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Cdrama: A Love So Romantic (2020-2021)
vaa vaa ena anbe song 💞love so romantic 💞whatsappstatus 💞#dramaedit ##shorts
Watch this video on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/rLJ5SK5yCCM 
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zombiechoir · 1 year
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Maan - Sowieso Overhoop (Official Video)
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sabdiawaaz · 2 years
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ਭਗਵੰਤ ਮਾਨ ਨੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਈਵੇਟ ਸਕੂਲਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਕਿਤਾਬਾਂ ਤੇ ਵਰਦੀਆਂ ਵੇਚਣ ਵਾਲੀਆਂ ਦੁਕਾਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਸੂਚੀ ਦਿਖਾਉਣ ਦੇ ਹੁਕਮ ਦਿੱਤੇ
ਭਗਵੰਤ ਮਾਨ ਨੇ ਪ੍ਰਾਈਵੇਟ ਸਕੂਲਾਂ ਨੂੰ ਕਿਤਾਬਾਂ ਤੇ ਵਰਦੀਆਂ ਵੇਚਣ ਵਾਲੀਆਂ ਦੁਕਾਨਾਂ ਦੀ ਸੂਚੀ ਦਿਖਾਉਣ ਦੇ ਹੁਕਮ ਦਿੱਤੇ
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apollosdaydreams · 6 months
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Hi
Maybe where yn is the daugter of Christian Horner and she is the girlfriend of Max verstappen and he has invited her to a romantic date night and when she gets ready and her dad asks why are you getting ready and she tells him the reason. And Max has a promise ring for her with a lott of fluff thanks
Promise
Max Verstappen x Horner!Daughter!Reader
Christian Horner x daughter!reader
Warnings: fluff, slight angst, and more fluff. Age gap (4 years) Max is 26 and reader is 22 in this.
Word Count:1,405
Sorry if the Dutch is wrong I used google translate.
Ik hou van je tot de maan en hou van terug. Voor eeuwig en altijd.
I love you to the moon and love back. Forever and ever.
Love
Liefde
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You were currently standing in your room, your music blasting throughout your room. Tonight you were getting ready for a date night with Max. He hasn't told you yet where you guys were going but he told you to dress nice. Thanks Max, that sure helps. You thought to yourself. You were going through options on what to wear and you decided on a dark blue dress, with some simple sparkly short gold heels. You quickly changed into your dress and walked into your connecting bathroom. You decided that you didn't want to wear a lot of makeup so you just put on some mascara with some eyeliner and a sparkly eyeshadow. Your music was still basting so you didn't hear your dad knocking on your door.
“Y/N!!!.” He shouted.
You still didn't hear anything, you were just doing touch ups on your makeup.
“Y/N!!” he sighed in frustration. “Y/n please turn down your music.” He said while knocking at the door.
You finally heard some faint talking behind your door. So you quickly grabbed your phone and disconnected it from your speaker. Then you walked over to your door and saw your dad behind the door.
“y/n I- why are you dressed up?”
Shit you thought. You haven't told your dad about your relationship with Max yet scared of his reaction.
“Uhmm..” your face turned as red as the red on the Red Bulls car. “No reason.”
Your father looked unimpressed. His lips turning in to a flatline. “Honey you might think im dumb, but i'm not. Why are you dressed up? Is it a boy? I promise I wont be mad.” He said.
Your heart started to beat rapidly. “Yes it's a date.” you whispered.
Your dad nodded at you. “Who is it? Do I know him?” He took a deep breath. He had a feeling he knew who it was. “I promise I wont be mad, whoever it is. I promise I wont be mad.”
“It's… it’s.. Max…” you mumbled. You quickly looked up at your dad and then you looked back down at your hands.
“It's who?” he asked.
“Max.. as in Max Verstappen.” you said. You didn't look back up until you felt your dad embrace you into a hug.
“That's amazing, he's a nice guy.” He told you.
“You aren't mad?” you said trying not to cry, you didn't want to ruin your makeup.
“Why would I be mad sweetheart?” he questioned. “Max, is a very nice guy and I trust him.”
You sniffed. Looking up and blinking rapidly, still trying not to cry. “Well I thought you would be mad because he works for you.” you said.
“Please don't cry honey.” he said while wiping your tears away. “Your mother and I actually have talked about you two getting together, we were hoping you would. You two complement each other very well.”
“You do?” you said.
“Yes honey, now let's get you freshened up before Max gets here.” he said while letting go of you so you could head to your bathroom.
You quickly got freshened up, you ended up redoing your makeup as you cried off most of your mascara. You then walked down the stairs to see your father and Max. You smiled at Max as you made your way down the stairs. Once you got ot the bottom of the stairs you walked over to Max. You walked over to his side and gave him a hug, he returned the hug and whispered in your ear.
“You look amazing liefde.”
You blushed at the comment. “We should start heading out, Maxie.” you told him.
He blushed slightly at the nickname. You both started to make your way to the door, before you Max could step out your dad spoke up.
“Max, can I talk to you for a second?” he asked.
“Hmm, yeah of course. I'll meet you in the car liefde.”
Once the door closed behind you, your father, Christian and Max started to talk.
“Max, do you love her?” Christian asked.
“What?” Max asked, Max was caught off guard by this question of course I love her he thought.
“My daughter, do you love y/n?” Christian asked again.
“Yes, I love her, I love her a lot.” Max started.
“Good, I trust you with Max, so please don’t break her heart.” Christian told Max.
Max smiled, “I was actually wanting to ask you a question.”
“Yeah, what's up?” Christian smiled at him.
“I wanted to give your daughter a promise ring…” He said nervously.
Christian didn't say anything for a few seconds, to Max it felt like an eternity before he finally said something. “If you are asking for my permission, you have the yes from me Max.” Christian said while putting his hand on Max’s shoulder.
“Thank you, that means a lot…” Max said while smiling at Christian.
Christian smiled back. “Now go, don’t make her wait any longer.” He said while laughing softly.
Max laughed along with him and quickly ran out the door and to his car. He ran around the car and opened the driver side door and slid in while closing the door behind him.
“Hey liefde, sorry for taking so long.” Max said while softly kissing the side on your head.
You smile back at him. “Don't worry honey it's fine, what were you guys talking about?” You asked while Max started the car.
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Once you guys finally reached the restaurant Max quickly put the car into park and turned off the car. He then ran to your side of the car and opened the door. He stuck his hand out for you to reach. You grabbed his hand and stepped outside of the car. Max then closed the door behind you. As you walked into the restaurant Max held your hand the entire time, once you guys finally reached the door he led you in with his hand on the small of your back.
“Reservation for Verstappen.” He started. “Max.” He told the front lady.
“Follow me please.” She said while grabbing out two menus.
You both followed her, she brought you both to a more secluded area of the restaurant. As you both sat down you thanked the lady and she told you that your waiter would be here shortly.
“This place is beautiful, Max.” You told him, while looking around the restaurant with the biggest smile on your face.
Max looked at you with the biggest smile in the world. Like a love-struck puppy. This is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. He thought to himself. You noticed that he wasn't saying anything, so you looked back at him with confusion.
“What?” You asked.
“Nothing, just looking at you. Am I not allowed to look at my beautiful girlfriend that I love to death?” He questioned.
You turned red, like as red as a firetruck. “Oh shut up.” you whispered at him. Before Max could say anything your waiter came over asking what drinks you would want. You both got water and Max ordered some fancy wine.
“Alright, perfect. I’ll be right back with those.” Brayden, the waiter said.
“Thank you.” You and Max said in sync.
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You and Max have now left the restaurant and are walking on a walking trail near the restaurant. The trail was lit up by fairy lights, as it was mainly lit from the city that was nearby. Once you got to this one viewing point, looking over the ocean. You saw that Max has stopped and he looked rather nervous.
“You ok, Maxie?” You asked while putting your hand on his shoulder.
“Yes liefde, I'm alright." He told you with a smile. You saw that he took a deep breath, before he started to talk again. “Liefde, I think you are the one for me. That's why I want to give you this.” He said while pulling out a small box. He opened the box and you gasped slightly. In the box was a ring and a piece of paper that read.
I promise to exchange this promise ring for an engagement ring.
Tears now falling down your face, you couldn't speak. Way too shocked. So you quickly nodded while hugging him. He quickly hugged you back and wiped your tears.
“Ik hou van je tot de maan en terug liefde. Voor eeuwig en altijd.” Max whispered.
This was my first Formula 1 fanfic and I hope you guys enjoyed this!!! It would be greatly appreciated if you would like, comment and repost!! (Not proofread)
© 2023 on tumblr apollosdaydreams do not translate/remake/repost my works in any platform without authorized permission.
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boobo13cambridge · 1 month
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Sheila Ki Jawani | Kylian Mbappé
"I know you want it, but you're never gonna get it.
Tere haath kabhi na aani
(I will never come into your hands)
Maane na maane koi duniya yeh saari,
(Whether anyone believes it or not,)
Mere ishq ki hai deewani.
(This whole world is crazy behind me.)"
The music was blasting from the Bluetooth speaker that Kylian had got you for Valentine's Day after you had complained to him that your iPhone wasn't enough to jam to your favorite songs while getting ready.
Kylian, ever the attentive one, couldn't possibly not buy his bébé anything she asked for. Carefully applying the shade Limitless on your eyelids from your Huda Beauty palette, you were jamming to one of your favorite songs of all time while getting ready for your friend's birthday party. You were so happy that Kiara decided to make it Bollywood-themed because you wanted to wear the gold saree that your mother had gotten for you from her trip to India last month.
"Ab dil karta hai haule haule se,
(Now slowly my heart wants,)
Main toh khud ko gale lagaun.
(Me to embrace myself.)"
You continued shaking your hips in a sensual motion while you curled your lashes and applied a coat of mascara. To be honest, you were running a bit late and hoped Kylian wouldn't come home too soon so you could blame any tardiness on him. As a girl, you felt that being on time was overrated; no matter how much you prepared in advance, it didn't matter. What can you say? Beauty can't be hurried.
"Kisi aur ki mujhko zaroorat kya,
(I don't need anyone else,)
Main toh khud se pyar jataun.
(I'll express my love to myself.)"
This was your favorite part of the song. While waiting for the eyelash glue to dry, you struck a pose at every line.
"What's my name?
What's my name?
What's my name?
My name is Sheila, Sheila ki jawani.
(My name is Sheila, young Sheila.)
I'm too sexy for you,
Main tere haath na aani.
(I will never come into your hands.)
No no no no Shei-"
"Having fun, mon amour?" your husband's voice cut through the music as you stood there, your index finger shaking in front of the mirror with your expression stuck in a deer caught in the headlights motion.
Smirking, your husband stood there leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.
"Kyky! What a surprise! I didn't know you were going to be home so early!" you blushed, trying to quickly put your lashes on, while wholly ignoring the fact that you were obviously late.
"Early, bébé? Really? T'es sérieuse?" he said, raising his eyebrows and walking behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "It's 8:00 pm, and we are supposed to leave by 8:15 pm."
"Honestly, Ky. When you really think about it, does it really matter? I mean, it's an Indian birthday party; no one's on time," you rambled on while applying your primer. "Besides, time is just a con-"
"Bébé,"
"-cept. According to Allen Bluedor, time is a result -"
"Bébé,"
"of humans interacting with each other -"
"BÉBÉ!"
"-and socialization processes," you trailed off as he spun you around in his arms and gave you a stern look that made you immediately shut up. Kylian looked positively over your antics, as his dark eyes peered into your soul. The stern press of his mouth made it clear that he was less than impressed with your incorrigible habit of not getting ready on time.
"Qu'est-ce que je t'avais dit la semaine passée quand on a failli être en retard pour la fête à ma mère?" he asked, his thumb tracing circles on your exposed hip bone. There was a predatory gleam in his eyes that had your pulse suddenly racing. A slight shiver went down your spine as you had a hard time looking into his eyes.
"Euh, que j'étais vraiment belle et que de toute façon on avait juste failli être en retard?" you said while fluttering your eyes at him. You knew you were in trouble when you felt his hands tighten around your hips, as he frowned and pursed his lips, almost surprised by your audacity.
"Et maintenant, tu mens, eh?" his growly voice sent a spark of heat into your lower belly as he slowly backed you into the counter. Feeling the edge digging into your back, you placed your hands on the planes of his chest, the soft fabric of his black kurta providing comfort despite the tension in the air.
His right hand, which was on your hip, slid up your body slowly, wrapping around your throat and giving it a light squeeze. Your breath hitched as you felt your panties dampening.
"I asked you a question, and I expect an honest answer, bébé."
"Okay, fine. You told me that if I were late one more time, you would bend me over your knees…"
"Don't get shy on me now, princesse. You've literally had my cock in your mouth."
"Oh my god, Ky. You're such a perv sometime."
"Answer me."
"You would bend me over your knees and spank my ass raw," you mumbled quickly.
"Unfortunately, mon amour, I don't have time to bend you over my knees but I'm sure this counter will do," he said while his left hand slid down your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze.
"Turn around, and bend over."
At this point, you were so turned on that you wanted him to do it, all previous traces of nervousness vanishing from your body as if it was never there in the first place. Gulping, you bit your lip, as you slowly turned around and bent over the cold countertop. you weren't wearing a bra underneath your silk robe, so your nipples were hard as they touched the cool surface.
You heard Kylian inhale sharply as he slowly lifted your flimsy robe, gradually exposing your derrière. You heard him curse as he caressed your soft flesh. A sharp smack on your ass had you whimpering as the sting left behind a film of ecstasy in your soul.
"You're going to count for me now, bébé," he said, his commanding voice slowly seducing you into submission.
"One…" The word barely left your lips when Kylian let out a snort, shaking his head not in amused disbelief at your antics. "T'es drôle. Celui-là ne compte pas."
Despite the dark lust clouding his deep brown eyes, a glint of mischief and a touch of affection shone through. You drove him absolutely mental but he loved every second of it.
"T'es méchant, tu sais," you retorted, a pout forming on your lips, challenging his authority with your audacity.
Smack.
"Deux," you said, your voice laced with defiance, determined to test his limits as the sting of his slap reverberated through you. Glancing at your reflection in the mirror, the person staring back seemed almost like a stranger. A flush of red painted your cheekbones, a vivid testament to the intensity of the moment, while your teeth sank into your plump bottom lip.
"You're such a brat. I shouldn't let you cum for a week," he admonished, his tone firm as he caressed the bruised flesh.
"No! How could you even think of doing that?" You protested breathlessly, alarmed that he would even dare deny you your pleasure.
Just as he was about to retort, the sudden ring of your phone sliced through the charged atmosphere of the room, the beginning notes of Standing Next to You breaking the intimate bubble that you were both confined in.
"Who is it, Ky?" Your voice was curious, a slight edge of impatience cutting through as you tried to peek over his shoulder at the glowing phone screen.
"Oh putain, it's Kiara."
"Oh shit, she's going to kill us. We're so late." The words tumbled out of your mouth, a laugh hiding just beneath the surface, acknowledging that your best friend was about to tear you a new one.
"I wonder whose fault that is, mon amour," Kylian smirked, his gaze teasing and accusatory all at once.
"Ugh, get over it, Ky."
Smack.
"Cheeky brat." His words were a playful growl, the affectionate smack a punctuation to your ongoing banter. "C'mon, let me help you with your saree."
"Je t'aime, bébé." you said blowing a kiss in his direction, giving him a quick peck.
He just rolled his eyes at your antics, the gesture full of love and a resigned acceptance of your playful nature.
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Hi lovelies! I had this in the drafts and finally decided to post it! Yay 😁
I think I’m leaning towards writing short prompts because i have a hard time doing longer ones.
Anyways, I hope you guys like it 😊😊
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baiju-bawara · 20 days
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In English they say "Are you a bank loan? Because you've got my interest with all those tantrums!". But in Bollywood we say....
Ho chhad attitude kabhi maan kudiye... Blank cheque de doon ya te jaan kudiye... 🥹🧾
Eentey ka yeh dil kar naram zara.... Dekh le yeh gabru jawan kudiye.... 💪🏻😤
Chhe fut se dedh fut ho gaya.... 😮‍💨🤲🏻
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Main toh ainvayi ainvayi ainvayi ainvayi lut gaya.... Ho main toh ainvayi ainvayi ainvayi ainvayi lut gaya.... 🙈 💌
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