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emvisual · 1 year
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Esta es una de las cosas más asombrosas que he visto. Si miráis por el agujero lateral al interior de esta caja, viviréis la sensación de estar viendo algo real y no una pintura. Una maravilla analógica insuperable. National Gallery, Londres. Samuel van Hoogstraten, Espiando el interior de una casa holandésa. 1655–60.
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esportesinworld · 1 year
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Em jogo marcado por Belo gol de Igor paixão, feyenoord empata com ajax pela 17° rodada do holandês e mantém três pontos de vantagem para o psv. #ajax #holandes #eredevisie #feyenoord #igorpaixao #coritiba #coxa https://www.instagram.com/p/CnuTFK5utxZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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kenposting · 8 months
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You're Protesting the Air?
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Summary: The tension between Holland and his client had been building for weeks. You were proud of yourself for keeping your cool - until Healy left you under the care of his partner.
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AN: i am sorry but holland is so [redacted] i just want to [redacted] ARGHHHHH!!!!!!!! n e ways thank u for enjoying all my silly little stories!!!!! life has been insane lately but i plan to write more now that im settled again :3
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“And keep the girl safe!” 
“The girl?! I’m a fucking P.I.!” 
The air grew thick with the slam of the door. Holland stood beside you, disheveled as always, but almost different this time. He wasn’t cool or collected and he wasn’t drunk either. He was nervous, which was odd, given that this is maybe the first time this week he wasn’t caught in an active shooting or laid next to a dead pornstar. 
Half of you regretted ever even contacting these guys. You called the number listed on their ad when the last guy that hired you expected something… more than what you agreed to. You were dismissive, figuring he was just some creep. And he was! Until he started following you around. 
Even though you were widely renowned as one of the best (and toughest) private investigators this side of town, your reputation as a young, attractive, easily-kidnappable female was often undeniable – and now, inescapable. Being on your own was no longer enough. 
He watched you carefully, entirely missing his usual cue to quip back following your sigh of frustration. You needed protection from that guy, not from doing your job. You fully intended on letting him have it. 
“This is all your fault, you know!” 
An accusatory finger pointed up in his direction. 
“My fault?!” 
“Yes, hello! Why didn’t you stop him?!” 
“Stop him – you hired him! Hy didn’t you stop him?!” 
“I tried! You watched me try, what, did you miss that too? Just like the numerous times we’ve asked you to stay put, follow this car, pick us up from this spot, don’t fall off the fucking roof, listen to this story about when I shot a guy in a diner – should I continue?” 
“Hey, that’s not fair, he approached me at a time when he should’ve known I wouldn’t be listening, that’s just bad discernment.” 
You watched as his stature towered over you, his hand placed dramatically against his hip (the other in a cast, of course). Even at this volume, stuck in this situation, he wasn’t hostile or threatening at all. He was charming, actually. 
“Oh, good grief, when are you listening?” 
“Right now!” 
If looks could kill he'd be dead right now. You were fucking furious.. He looked good! And it was incredibly annoying. 
“You know what, I can’t take you, March. You stand around all day pretending like you’re doing your job when in reality, if you’d care to join us, you’re just staring at me.” “I am doing my job! Staring at you is my job!” 
“No it’s not, you halfwit! That’s why Healy gave you this stupid fucking task of watching over me – that’s the one thing you can’t possibly fuck up.” 
“Oh yeah? I bet I could!” 
He hesitated after speaking, realizing he wasn’t defending himself any longer and instead proved your point greatly. A gently raised (and very broken) arm buffered the silence as he searched for something else to say. 
“You know what, that’s not fair. You make me nervous and I can’t be quick-witted when I’m nervous. Everyone knows that.” 
“I make you nervous? Is that why you both still treat me like I’m your kid that needs looking after?! You’re only five years older than me, Holland! All I do is worry about you not getting shot to death while you’re busy getting drunk all the time.” 
Pinching the bridge of your nose and taking a deep breath, you realized it was a little absurd to be upset that they were watching you. That is in fact what you paid them to do. 
“Well, maybe I wouldn’t be drunk all the time if you weren’t around to distract me!” 
“Distract you?!” 
“Yeah, distract me! You’re all I can think about and it’s driving me fucking insane!” 
He paused. He did not mean to say that. 
“Is that right?! Well, I’d say it's much more fitting to state the facts here – you’re the one distracting me!” 
“Oh, now I’m distracting you?” 
“Of course you are!” 
He paused, sighing. He was not prepped for this response. 
“Look, I’m just trying to do my job. And I can’t do it with all of–” 
He gestured between the two of you,
“This bullshit! The air is palpable and I won't stand for it!” 
“Well me neither!” 
The two of you were face to face now. He was doubled over to match your height. 
He truly had been distracting you since the second you met him. It wasn’t fair. You hired him to watch your back and all you both did was watch each other, leaving Healy to do all the jobs himself. It wasn’t fair, but he started it! 
He was handsome, though. You didn’t mind paying him to stand there and look pretty. And he really was good at his job when he tried, but that’s not the point. All logic was thrown out the window here, he was on your last fucking nerve and you just had to tell him all about it. 
“So, Holland, since you’re so good at your job, what do you suggest we do about it then?!” 
“Maybe we should just get it over with! There’s clearly pining here of… of the sexual kind and it’s distracting both of us from doing our jobs.” 
“Fine!” 
“Fine!” 
A brief pause, brows furrowed and jaws clenched, sweat beading on his forehead, before the two of you moved towards each other in one swift motion. His hands were large and moved confidently, resting at the small of your back like he’d been mapping it out all day long. Truth be told, he had been. 
His (one good) hand moved, coming up to rest on the right of your face, the precursor to a kiss that had been building for weeks now. It was rushed and intense, but neither of you were complaining. After all, you preferred for this not to take ages, as who knows when his (and your) partner would be returning. 
He was back to his old self almost immediately, like all that had been missing was the confirmation that you wanted this too. He could’ve sworn he caught you looking at him a handful of times. Now he knew for sure, and it filled him up with the same cockiness that had been ever-present long before you hired him. 
Perhaps this was a violation of proper workplace relationship boundaries, but then again, so was the rest of your job. The things the both of you had done were enough to send you straight six feet under, but he fought so hard for the girls that were being killed and exploited on his last case. You read about him in the paper – the same paper that had been clipped and stuck to the fridge he now had you pinned against. 
You grabbed at him, clinging towards anything that could keep you grounded. His shirt was unbuttoned already, his chest heaving against your hand, lips following as you moved to reposition yourself. With one swoop of his (one good) arm, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter. Even placed way high up, he still stood taller than you. 
“You know,” 
He mustered everything within himself to pause for a moment, stepping back from you, blinking. His ears and cheeks were flushed pink and he was eager to continue, but thought it polite to stop and listen. 
“I was never even mad at you I don’t think.” 
He blinked at you again, thinking it so absurd you were trying to actually have a constructive conversation right now. 
“Uh-huh.” 
His lips found your neck. 
“I just wanted to say that. So you don’t think I’m mad at you or anything. Also, I’ve been thinking about this for so long and I just wanted it to be right and–” 
“Sweetheart?” 
Your heart fluttered as you hummed in response. 
“Be quiet. I know.” 
You opened your mouth to protest but were rudely interrupted by the clicking of a lock. Heavy footsteps followed the sound and you were met with Healy stood right there in Holland’s living room. 
“Seriously?” 
You looked at Holland. Holland looked at you. “You guys aren’t done yet? I thought it’d take him, like, five minutes, tops.” 
It occurred to you that the three of you had actually completed your tasks for the day, but that all seemed much less important earlier. You landed on a playful slap of the shoulder towards Holland who had clearly set this all up. 
“You asked him to leave just so you could argue with me?!” 
“What?! No! You really think I would do that!?” 
The two of you were at it again, missing Healy’s eye roll as he stepped back outside, locking the door behind him. 
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hopelessromanfic · 1 year
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mike and will absolutely never using pet names for each other but the moment they get a cat? the names they call it are the most heinous, mushy, cheesy names. im talking snookums, pumpkin, sweetie, snuggluffagus, poopsie. the kicker? the cats real name is some shit like frank.
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wgm-beautiful-world · 5 months
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Van Gogh
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@sherrylephotography
Bundled up
Cobblestones
Quaint arched bridges
House boats anchored along the canal
Grabbed a window seat on a tour boat
Every body kept afloat.
Merchants business across the canal from their home
Decorative door knockers
Continues line of skinny house
Rijksmuseum, The Night Watchman and so many more.
Jump on a tram, wonderful how they criss cross through out the city
Cheers to a lively, tasty and fun interactive Heineken Experience
Gouda cheese is so good
How I miss the "frietsaus" from the street vendors
Orange is the Dutch color and they wear it with pride
Ann Frank House so fascinating yet solemn
Buckle up and off we flew in the This is Holland Experience. So wonderful that it took my breath away
Colorful tulips in April and May
What a time to go and play
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Reminiscing about our June 2011 and May 2019 visit to Amsterdam Netherlands.
Most photos are mine except a for the ones that don't have my name on them, they are my son's.
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ibrahim-mazur · 1 year
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cuti es parte de la defense squad del enzo
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aesthetics-core · 2 years
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bunnies ♡
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rienziera · 1 year
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locustthespawn · 1 year
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Lookin' good Peter B)
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wolveswithblackpearls · 5 months
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fruity season day 29: Holland x romance
"We loved with a love that was more than love." - Edgar Allan Poe
~ Admin S
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conobarco · 6 months
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mi vecino no puede ser tan pelotudo, le voy a ponet una bomba en la casa
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ferdydurke · 1 year
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I never liked to travel and i dont have much drive to see new places, like the pictures are ok with me for the most part. But if i had a way to travel id do it for food. Like if i was a dnd character and i had to have a motivation to go adventuring itd be trying different foods... it blows my mind how many ingredients ill never get to try
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movinginplace · 8 months
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shauna dean & holander on the first night of the summer tour, 9 july 2023
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otaku2026 · 1 year
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quesadillayuri · 10 months
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guys i felt like i was in a one direction fanfiction like i gave her a gift and she noticed me and my friends singing and she was so nice and oh my god im obsessed with her
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