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dragonmythfandom · 1 year

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Dutch Angel Dragon 2 books about the species lore coming !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 <3 <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FqYOaOqlOZ0

At 10:00 @theinodog

anounced that there is going to be 1 or more written books about the lore species of the amazing Dutch Angel Dragons!!!!!! <3

SOOOOO AWESOME!!!!!!!

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thepaintedroom · 2 months

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Cornelis de Man (1621 - 1706) • A Woman Sweeping • 1666

#art #fine art #painting #art history #cornelius de man #dutch artist #dutch golden age #17th century dutch art #paintings of interiors #paintings of domestic interiors #women's work #oil painting #baroque art #cats in artworks

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vanderlesbian · 8 months

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javier as a girl dad too?🫶🏼

EEK my first request hai...... >_< of course i can write javier as a girl dad :3

** other rdr2 men as girl dads can be found here!!

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javier escuella

- javier would be so proud to be a father!! his daughter would be his pride and joy and he would do anything to protect her. the other members of the gang know not to mess with him or his daughter, especially after micah made a cruel comment that earned him a near broken nose and a week's worth of snarky comments from the entire gang.

- definitely speaks to his daughter in spanish; he would love teaching her the language. when he hears her babble her first words in spanish, javier will have the biggest smile on his face. he'll probably tell the others about it for at least a few days, too.

- he would sing her songs!! when she's little and comes to him woken up from a nightmare, javier will pick up his guitar and play her favorite song. oftentimes his singing will gather more of an audience, and other members will stick around to listen to the lullabies.

- on the topic of singing songs for his daughter, i think javier would write his own for her, too. whether or not he's the best lyricist, his song will be loved by his daughter regardless. as she grows older, javier would teach her how to play guitar, and she would request to learn how to play that song he made for her when she was little.

- ohhh he would have a spanish nickname for her. mariposa, chiquita, luna, flor—something cute that would stick with her for the rest of her life. as she gets older, she'd get a little embarrassed by it, but javier would be insistent on keeping the nicknames.

- javier would be such a playful dad! he wouldn't be hesitant to play any games with his daughter that others might call "too feminine"; if his daughter wants to have a tea party, he'll put his entire soul into his posh accent. javier will always make time to play with his daughter, and if he happens to be too busy, he'll promise her to play later and will keep that promise.

- javier's daughter would be an energetic and playful girl who's probably very flamboyant. she would be a real daddy's girl and the best thing that has ever happened to javier (aside from you, of course). i think she would also get some of her confident snarkiness from her dad too lol

#sorry if its a little ooc this is my first javier piece >_<#javier escuella #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #x reader #imagine #fluff #domestic #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john marston #gn reader #fanfic

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fatehbaz · 2 months

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[T]he Dutch Republic, like its successor the Kingdom of the Netherlands, [...] throughout the early modern period had an advanced maritime [trading, exports] and (financial) service [banking, insurance] sector. Moreover, Dutch involvement in Atlantic slavery stretched over two and a half centuries. [...] Carefully estimating the scope of all the activities involved in moving, processing and retailing the goods derived from the forced labour performed by the enslaved in the Atlantic world [...] [shows] more clearly in what ways the gains from slavery percolated through the Dutch economy. [...] [This web] connected them [...] to the enslaved in Suriname and other Dutch colonies, as well as in non-Dutch colonies such as Saint Domingue [Haiti], which was one of the main suppliers of slave-produced goods to the Dutch economy until the enslaved revolted in 1791 and brought an end to the trade. [...] A significant part of the eighteenth-century Dutch elite was actively engaged in financing, insuring, organising and enabling the slave system, and drew much wealth from it. [...] [A] staggering 19% (expressed in value) of the Dutch Republic's trade in 1770 consisted of Atlantic slave-produced goods such as sugar, coffee, or indigo [...].

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One point that deserves considerable emphasis is that [this slave-based Dutch wealth] [...] did not just depend on the increasing output of the Dutch Atlantic slave colonies. By 1770, the Dutch imported over fl.8 million worth of sugar and coffee from French ports. [...] [T]hese [...] routes successfully linked the Dutch trade sector to the massive expansion of slavery in Saint Domingue [the French colony of Haiti], which continued until the early 1790s when the revolution of the enslaved on the French part of that island ended slavery.

Before that time, Dutch sugar mills processed tens of millions of pounds of sugar from the French Caribbean, which were then exported over the Rhine and through the Sound to the German and Eastern European ‘slavery hinterlands’.

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Coffee and indigo flowed through the Dutch Republic via the same trans-imperial routes, while the Dutch also imported tobacco produced by slaves in the British colonies, [and] gold and tobacco produced [by slaves] in Brazil [...]. The value of all the different components of slave-based trade combined amounted to a sum of fl.57.3 million, more than 23% of all the Dutch trade in 1770. [...] However, trade statistics alone cannot answer the question about the weight of this sector within the economy. [...] 1770 was a peak year for the issuing of new plantation loans [...] [T]he main processing industry that was fully based on slave-produced goods was the Holland-based sugar industry [...]. It has been estimated that in 1770 Amsterdam alone housed 110 refineries, out of a total of 150 refineries in the province of Holland. These processed approximately 50 million pounds of raw sugar per year, employing over 4,000 workers. [...] [I]n the four decades from 1738 to 1779, the slave-based contribution to GDP alone grew by fl.20.5 million, thus contributing almost 40% of all growth generated in the economy of Holland in this period. [...]

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These [slave-based Dutch commodity] chains ran from [the plantation itself, through maritime trade, through commodity processing sites like sugar refineries, through export of these goods] [...] and from there to European metropoles and hinterlands that in the eighteenth century became mass consumers of slave-produced goods such as sugar and coffee. These chains tied the Dutch economy to slave-based production in Suriname and other Dutch colonies, but also to the plantation complexes of other European powers, most crucially the French in Saint Domingue [Haiti], as the Dutch became major importers and processers of French coffee and sugar that they then redistributed to Northern and Central Europe. [...]

The explosive growth of production on slave plantations in the Dutch Guianas, combined with the international boom in coffee and sugar consumption, ensured that consistently high proportions (19% in 1770) of commodities entering and exiting Dutch harbors were produced on Atlantic slave plantations. [...] The Dutch economy profited from this Atlantic boom both as direct supplier of slave-produced goods [from slave plantations in the Dutch Guianas, from Dutch processing of sugar from slave plantations in French Haiti] and as intermediary [physically exporting sugar and coffee] between the Atlantic slave complexes of other European powers and the Northern and Central European hinterland.

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Text above by: Pepijn Brandon and Ulbe Bosma. "Slavery and the Dutch economy, 1750-1800". Slavery & Abolition Volume 42, Issue 1. 2021. [Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

#abolition #these authors lead by pointing out there is general lack of discussion on which metrics or data to use to demonstrate #extent of slaverys contribution to dutch metropolitan wealth when compared to extensive research #on how british slavery profits established infrastructure textiles banking and industrialisation at home domestically in england #so that rather than only considering direct blatant dutch slavery in guiana caribbean etc must also look at metropolitan business in europe #in this same issue another similar article looks at specifically dutch exporting of slave based coffee #and the previously unheralded importance of the dutch export businesses to establishing coffee mass consumption in europe #via shipment to germany #which ties the expansion of french haiti slavery to dutch businesses acting as intermediary by popularizing coffee in europe #which invokes the concept mentioned here as slavery hinterlands #and this just atlantic lets not forget dutch wealth from east india company and cinnamon and srilanka etc #and then in following decades the immense dutch wealth and power in java

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vintagewildlife · 11 months

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Dutch rabbit By: W. S. Berridge From: The Book of the Animal Kingdom 1910

#dutch rabbit #domestic rabbit #rabbit #lagomorph #mammal #1910 #1910s #W. S. Berridge #The Book of the Animal Kingdom (1910)

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duckingwriting · 8 months

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Loafs of Love

So a post came across my dash - This one here, between @blanche-elizabeth-devereaux and @laureliciousdefinition. And this is entirely their fault. I don't do modern AUs...but...if either(both) of you would like feel free to let me know what your name is on AO3 and I'll mark the fic as a gift to you there.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Relationship: Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith (Also John/Abigail and Hosea/Dutch mentioned) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith, Abigail Roberts Marston, Other Characters Mentioned Additional Tags: modern day AU, just domestic fun, no one dies, Dutch somehow didn't ruin everything

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Arthur tapped his foot softly, humming a song that probably didn't actually exist. One that Hosea had sung when he and John were young. One that frequently changed the lyrics. Even little Jack was picking up on the fact that the song did not have the same lyrics when it was sung. And he was barely a year old yet. Not that Hosea accepted anyone telling him so. He would point out that Dutch agreed with him, the song was whatever he had sung at the time. It became a joke between him and John. The pencil eraser found its way to his lower lip as Arthur frowned down at the rough sketch on his book. It still was not quite what he wanted. But he could not figure out what was wrong with it. Deciding to put it off for another time Arthur turned his attention to the couch on the other side of the room, where the sun was barely touching. His lips curled, he grabbed his sketch book, spun in his chair so his back was to the desk and began sketching again.

Charles was snoring softly, a novel opened on his chest, Arthur doubted it was on the page he had been reading judging by the way it had fallen. Charles mouth slightly open and a small wet spot forming on the arm of the couch, one arm across his chest, the other dangling down with his fingers lightly touching one of their dogs. The other was stretched out on the sunny patch. Arthur bit his lip and flipped a page to sketch another picture, focusing in on the hand touching the dog instead of Charles' face.

Then Charles' phone rang and he jerked awake with a snort. Arthur turned his chair back around as he listened to his lover's sleepy voice while answering the phone and the grumble of their dog having to move as Charles swung his feet over the side of the couch to sit up straight.

"No, I wasn't doing anything." Charles muffled a yawn while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced over at Arthur who had stopped humming at some point when he had fallen asleep. Standing up Charles walked over to take a look at the sketch he was working on. He slid his arm around the other man's shoulders and rested his chin on his head while looking down at the growing design for a new painting. Charles chuckled when he recognized the wedding ring on the sketch finger over a hastily sketched dog knowing it matched the one on his own finger. Unconsciously Charles rubbed his thumb against the smooth band with a slow smile pulling the corners of his mouth up. After finishing the conversation with his father, Charles moved his hand from Arthur's shoulder and tipped his head up so they were looking at each other and gently pressed a kiss against his husband's lips.

Arthur smiled into the kiss with a warm hum, dropping his pencil to the sketch pad on the desk and reached up to loop his hand around the back of Charles' neck and pull him a bit closer. Charles braced his hand on the desk, careful not to disturb the careful organized chaos that was there while slowly deepening the kiss, moving his hand into Arthur's hair. Charles carefully pulled Arthur and his chair away from the desk, sliding his hands to Arthur's sides after turning the chair to face him, and then pulling Arthur to his feet and slowly making his way back to the couch. Arthur arched his neck back after Charles laid him down on the couch, moving his hands to Charles' shirt and beginning to open the buttons while the other man's mouth moved down to his neck. Charles was slowly pushing Arthur's shirt up.

"Mom and dad are going to be here tomorrow." Charles warned, moving his mouth over the bunched shirt to press his mouth against the other man's navel.

"WHAT?!" Arthur sat up forcing Charles to rock back on his heels or risk being toppled over off the couch. Arthur glared at his husband, straightening his clothing while pushing his husband back. "You couldn't have warned me weeks ago?"

"I didn't know weeks ago." Charles sighed and sat on the couch with a sigh. He knew he should have waited to tell his husband until later. But if they had continued instead of giving Arthur time to bake the goodie basket that he knew he would want to make for his parents, then Charles knew he would be in trouble. Possibly even left sleeping on the couch.

"You're going to the store." Arthur pointed at his husband before walking towards the door. Charles sighed but stood up, listening to the sound of dog nails clicking against the wooden floor as both dogs followed with huffing grumbling sounds. Charles was going to open his mouth and ask if it was really necessary, couldn't Arthur just make chocolate chip cookies? His parents would understand after all, it is a surprise visit. But Arthur must be reading his mind because after scribbling a list out on a note pad he pushed it against Charles' chest with a glare. Charles sighed again but took the note before leaning in and stealing a kiss.

"Alright. But I want banana pudding too."

"Then add bananas and vanilla pudding to the list!" Arthur called as Charles walked out the door, letting the dogs run out into their yard.

Charles was pushing his cart around a corner, staring at the list in his hand to confirm that he had everything, when something ran into his legs. Jerking slightly Charles turned his head and looked down to see a smiling boy with a missing tooth.

"Jack," Charles grinned down at the boy, looking up as Abigail came walking towards them. "Abigail."

"Hello Charles." She grinned looking at the supplies in his cart and grinning more. "Arthur watching a new baking show?"

"Parents surprise visit tomorrow." Charles sighed. The woman laughed at his expense.

"Well maybe I'll have to tell John and we can drop in for a surprise visit to his brother and get some goodies too." Abigail winked at him.

"Didn't Hosea teach him to cook too?" Charles grinned.

"If you want to let him burn down your house that's your business." Abigail laughed bumping her hip against him before gathering Jack, reminding him to tell his uncle bye and maybe they would be able to convince daddy to let them go see both Jack's uncles tomorrow.

Charles made a mental note to warn Arthur as soon as he got home. He knew Abigail would tell John to text his brother, but assuming John remembered and didn't get distracted by something else, Arthur rarely remembered to check his phone. Charles could not even be sure it was charged at any given moment.

Arriving at home, the dogs nearly tripped Charles as he went inside. He placed the bags where Arthur pointed before stepping back and smiling at his husband. There was flour in his hair, some kind of batter smeared across his cheek, and his eyes had that warm sparkle that Charles had fallen in love with. Watching him sketching birds out in a park.

"What?" Arthur smiled when he looked up at Charles, his gaze softening a bit as he tipped his head.

"Just watching." Charles grinned. Arthur rolled his eyes but they both knew he honestly had not expected anything different. He pulled some cinnamon sticks out and started crushing it in a mortar and pestle.

"Feed the animals." Arthur waved a flour covered hand towards the door. Charles laughed but obediently went out to feed their horses and the dogs.

"We should order pizza tomorrow." Charles said walking back into the kitchen to continue watching his husband as he whipped something in bowl. "Abigail and Jack were at the store."

Arthur huffed a laugh. "Probably call Dad and Pops then. Might as well make a thing."

"Alright." Charles pulled his phone out to call Hosea, knowing he would be the one to know if they already had plans or not.

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irreplaceable-spark · 2 years

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Pieter de Hooch A Boy Bringing Bread, 1663 Oil on canvas

The Wallace Collection, London

#art #art history #dutch golden age #dutch baroque #painting #pieter de hooch #domestic #interior #decorative arts #side chair #windows #tile #courtyard #bread #the wallace collection #london

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lightthewaybackhome · 1 year

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You had me at dutch ovens.

#homemaking #domestic artist #tending hearth and home #hearthkeeper #lighting the way back home #cottagecore #cottage kitchen #kitchen witch #dutch oven

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whumblr · 2 years

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Morning rituals

Home is where the hurt is: Part 1

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The sound of the alarm forced him from a deep sleep and it took him a while to realise what the sound was and what the follow-up action should be.

Wake up. Turn it off. Get up. Preferably in that order.

But as Jay shifted under the blankets to reach out, a weight fell onto his shoulder, pushing him back into his mattress and he fully woke, remembering the night’s events.

Zayne leaned over him, weight fully on his forearm across Jay’s shoulder blades, and reached over him to turn the alarm off. Jay couldn’t help some bitter sarcastic thoughts that he didn’t air. So sorry for disturbing your sleep here, man. My bad for not being fast enough.

But, as always, it was like Zayne could just sniff out any form of discontent and was always determined to make it worse.

The pressure increased as he felt Zayne lower over him, two arms now crossing over his back as Zayne rested on top of him. Hot breath swept against the nape of his neck and purred a whisper in his ear.

“Morning, sweetheart.”

“Get off me.”

Zayne fell back but lingered close.

“You have to go to work.”

“Don’t wanna,” Jay groaned into his pillow.

“Would you rather stay here?” the sweet voice cooed, leaving out the clear unspoken ‘with me’.

Jay still didn’t move but his eyes snapped open.

“No.”

A hand crept up under his shirt, sliding up over his back, touching over the welts and the cuts and settled in-between his shoulder blades.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

He had tried very hard that night to ignore Zayne sneaking into the flat, tiptoeing into the bedroom. Had pretended very hard to be fast asleep. But unfortunately, he had made a mistake.

His leg had brushed out from under the blanket, now very vulnerable resting on top of the duvet, foot almost dangling off the end of the bed.

Rookie mistake, his child-self chastised him; that’s how the monsters get ya.

In those twenty years or so however, the monsters had changed form. No longer did they lurk underneath beds or in closets; now they came with knives in the dead of night.

And something cold and sharp ran lightly over his heel, slowly scratching up to the ball of his foot.

With a very unflattering high-pitched noise he yanked his leg back under the safety of the blanket, before it could reach – or bite off – his toes.

The monster let out a soft chuckle.

He retracted his claws with a soft metal click and Jay relaxed bit, until he heard the soft sound of a belt buckle being undone, the silence of the room and his own fear amplifying the jingling and he remained very still.

He didn’t dare look up and he tensed as the duvet next to him flipped up, ready for pain, ready for the swipe of the belt.

But Zayne just climbed into bed next to him, snuggling up, leaving his knife, his belt – and hopefully his bad intentions – in his jeans now draped over the chair.

Jay waited for a minute, sure something bad would still follow. But when nothing happened – thankfully – and he heard Zayne’s soft rhythmic breathing, he allowed himself to relax and fall back asleep.

And now in the morning, the monster didn’t disappear in a puff of smoke or retreated to his dark abyss at the break of dawn. No, it just lingered in his bed. Cooed soft morning threats in his ear and followed him about as he tried to get ready for the day. And it would continue to follow him for the rest of the day in the form of a morning temper that throughout the day would never let up.

“Tell me, dear Jay, do you snore?” Zayne said, waiting patiently for his breakfast.

“I’ve never had complaints,” Jay answered gruffly as he bustled about the kitchen making breakfast for two and lunch at the same time. All the while trying to check the news and keep an eye on the threat at the kitchen table.

“Yeah, that’s cause you live alone.”

Not anymore it seems, unfortunately…

“Why, did I keep you awake?” What a gosh darn shame that would be.

“Nah, I sleep through anything.”

“Even strangulation?” Jay tried with a vague hope.

Zayne snorted at that. “Maybe. I don’t recommend you try, though. I have a bit of a morning temper when forced from a deep slumber. Need my beauty sleep and all that.” How monster-like.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jay grunted and swiftly caught two pieces of toast popping up.

“Two more for me, please,” Zayne said sweetly.

Jay slammed a jar of marmalade a little too forcefully in front of Zayne’s plate and leaned forward on it.

“I’m starting to wonder if I should start asking for an allowance or just send a monthly bill to Emery.”

“Sure, just know it all gets added to the amount I have to pay off,” Zayne said as he wrestled the jar out from under Jay’s hand. “So in the long run, if you wanna get rid of me soon… not the best idea.”

Jay hesitated to ask as he joined him. “How much is your debt?” Despite Zayne’s financial troubles, all he seemed to deprive him of was sleep, peace of mind, and his food. Jay never found money or valuables missing. Still, he would gladly give up his TV or something in return for peace.

Zayne guffawed softly. “You asking if you can help pay me off? Not in a lifetime. If I were to pawn everything you got here,” he gestured around with his breadknife and shrugged, “wouldn’t make a dent.”

Jay’s turn to scoff. “Then groceries for a week wouldn’t matter either.”

A mischievous smirk crossed over Zayne’s face. “You know what you’re asking, right?”

“For you to stop acting like a freeloader.”

“And that I'll start acting like a responsible…“ he left a pause, waiting for Jay to finish with the for him dreaded word.

But Jay didn’t bite.

“You are not a roommate. You're a parasite.”

“What a mean thing to say,” Zayne half-sniffled as he spread a copious amount of marmalade over his toast, but he recovered quickly. “Maybe get chocolate spread next time.”

“I will not get chocolate spread.”

“It’s been a real long time since I had chocolate spread and gooey chocolate on toast is so good.”

“Do you know what’s also been a real long time…” Jay remarked bitterly. “Since I had a peaceful, painless life. I’ll get you your Nutella if you piss off into the night forever after that.”

Zayne just munched his toast, considering, and then said. “Yeah, I’ll just get you that bag of groceries…”

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#spoiler: then he didnt #whump #whump writing #angst #home invasion #threats #knifeplay #forced domesticity #home is where the hurt is #hiwthi #hiwthi drabbles #my writing #I settled on jay asking for an allowance because I couldnt find a right translation for a dutch term for living expenses #but ugh anyway #also zayne would totally lurk under the bed

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poemsliz · 25 days

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Patient Dutch dog

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Interior with Card Players, 1660s-1670s

Joost van Geel

Oil on canvas

Kelvingrove Museum and Art Gallery, Glasgow

#found #art #dutch art #dutch golden age #dogs in paintings #dog #domestic dog #dogs of tumblr #dogs waiting #glasgow

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carlocarrasco · 2 months

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Dutch bank predicts Philippine economy will grow 5.4% this year

ING, a bank and financial services firm based in the Netherlands, published its forecast that the economy of the Philippines will grow by 5.4% this year, according to a Manila Bulletin news report. To put things in perspective, posted below is an excerpt from the Manila Bulletin news report. Some parts in boldface… Dutch bank ING is projecting a moderate 5.4 percent growth for the Philippines…

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amongthecypresses · 4 months

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Ludwig Willem Reymert Wenckebach, pen and ink illustration for the album 'Winter', by Jac P. Thijsse, published originally by Bakkerij 'De Ruijter', Firma Verkade & Co., 1909

#ludwig willem reymert wenckebach #winter #domestic life #dutch art

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thepaintedroom · 29 days

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Robert Panitzsch (Danish/German, 1879-1949) • Sunlit Interior • 1930 • Private collection

#art #painting #fine art #art history #robert panitzsch #dutch/german artist #paintings of interiors #paintings of domestic interiors #oil painting #interior with figure #the painted room art blog #art blogs on tumblr #art lovers on tumblr #artwork #20th century european art #1930s art

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parasocialpixlriffs · 8 months

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nothing funnier to me than the fact the dutch government made an ad to raise awareness about a domestic violence hotline but the only result is that even now, years after it's been taken off air, any dutch person will still reference it by finishing the quote "het houdt niet op, niet vanzelf" (translation: it doesn't end, not on its own) whenever someone says it

#im sorry domestic violence is obviously no laughing matter #but thats the only impact this ad had on me #my mom complained about how long it's taking her to build new cabinets #and i said “ja; het houdt niet op”#and she replied “niet vanzelf”#this is just a Thing #dutch tag #grook talks

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smithsonianlibraries · 10 months

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A variety of possible fur patterns for Dutch and English rabbits respectively from William E. Castle’s Contributions to the genetics of the domestic rabbit (1932).

Full text here.

#scientific illustration #rabbit

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tenth-sentence · 1 year

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It began back in the seventies, when the Netherlands was confronted with a violent wave of leftist terrorism.

"Humankind: A Hopeful History" - Rutger Bregman

#book quote #humankind #rutger bregman #nonfiction #dutch approach #1970s #70s #20th century #netherlands #terrorism #leftist terrorism #leftist #domestic terrorism #red youth

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