#mijnheer-a

[lookcaitlin]

#1984 #nick farmer & nick mijnheer

[yeswearemagazine]

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #2 047 : Untitled © Mijnheer-a :

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #2 047 : Untitled © Mijnheer-a :

#mijnheer a #the side look of a barcelonese #choice of the day of YWAMag #choice of the day of the mag #art #moody images #b and w #visual poetry #visual art #masterpieces #dutch photographers #emotions #masters on tumblr #yes we are magazine #composition #perfections #artists on tumblr #photographers on tumblr #original photography #sadness #art in the netherlands

[thesparkledash]

Oh look, another obscure piece of media that I crave fan content of

At least this time it’s not an untranslated anime

#isekai #meme #kunt u mij de weg naar hamelen vertellen mijnheer

[uwmspeccoll]

Tragically Greek

This 1955 edition of Oedipus the King, written by Sophocles, features the original Greek text alongside the English verse translation. Offering a rich, immersive reading experience results from hard work, dedication, and creative minds coming together to create this masterpiece.

Jan van Krimpen (1892-1958), Dutch typographer, book designer, and type designer, designed the two typefaces. The Greek type is named “Antigone,” and the English type is called “Romulus.” The translator for this work was Francis Storr (1839-1919), a British classicist, translator, and teacher.

The paper was specially manufactured at the historic Dutch Pannekoek Papermill, a mill with a rich history that unfortunately met its end in a fire in 1944. This exclusive feature adds a touch of rarity to your reading experience. Printed in the offices of Johannes Enschedé, under the supervision of Mijnheer van Krimpen, it was for the members of the Limited Editions Club. 

Adding to the richness of this edition is the detailed and insightful introduction provided by Pulitzer Prize winner Thornton Wilder (1897-1975), American playwright, novelist, and native of Madison, WI. His esteemed perspective offers an enlightening preface to the classic tale.

The illustrations are black and terra-cotta wood engravings designed by Greek artist Demetrios Galanis (1879-1966). He was the trailblazer of modern Greek engraving and was once touted as one of the greatest living Greek artists at the time of the book’s release. 

Sophocles (c. 497/496 – winter 406/405 BC) was an ancient Greek playwright born in Colonus near Athens. He is one of the three great tragedians of classical Athens, along with Aeschylus and Euripides. Sophocles wrote over 120 plays during his lifetime, although only seven have survived in their entirety. His works are characterized by their complex characters, well-crafted plots, and profound exploration of moral and philosophical themes. 

Among his most famous plays is the tragedy Oedipus the King. The story is about Oedipus, the king of Thebes, who tries to uncover the truth behind a plague that has struck his city. In doing so, he discovers that he himself is responsible for the plague, having unknowingly killed his father and married his mother. The play delves into themes of fate, free will, and the consequences of one's actions.

-Melissa, Special Collections Classics Intern

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#classics #sophocles #oedipus #oedipus rex #oedipus the king #greek mythology #greek #wood engraving #athens #tragedy #greek tragedy #ancient greece #oedipus complex #Limited Editions Club #Johannes Enschedé #Enschedé #Jan van Krimpen #Antigone type #Romulus type #Francis Storr #Demetrios Galanis #Pannekoek paper #LEC #Thornton Wilder

[dante-transceratops]

ultimate hawkeye song

yes it's dutch but look what i made for you mashblr

i think it was originally about the vietnam war but it just works so well.

its angry

its tired

its a protest

hawk would b proud

#mash #hawkeye #hawkeye pierce #m*a*s*h #mashblr #character songs #boudewijn de groot #korean war #vietnam war #60s songs #Spotify

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Het is Kinderboekenweek! En nu ben ik benieuwd:

Pin me hier niet op vast, maar volgens mij zijn dit ze allemaal

Keesje Kruimel, Hans Dijkhuis

Viermaal J en Janus, Hans Andreus

De blauwe boekanier, Tonke Dragt

Het kleinste sprookjesboek , Annie M. G. Schmidt, Mies Bouhuys, Eleanor Farjeon, Pieter de Zeeuw, Hans Christian Andersen en de Gebroeders Grimm[12]

Arthur en de lettervreter, Henk van Kerkwijk

2 is te veel, Henk Barnard

Ogen op steeltjes, Jan Wartena van Staatsbosbeheer

Het verdwenen plakboek,?Het Schrijverscollectief, bestaanden uit: Jan Riem, Ries Moonen, Arie Rampen, Fetze Pijlman, Hans Dorrestijn, Karel Eykman en Willem Wilmink

Wie je droomt ben je zelf, Paul Biegel

De tram is geel het gras is groen, Gertie Evenhuis

De klepel of de klok, Mies Bouhuys

Spook tussen spoken, Willem Wilmink (1980)

Je eigen tijd, Hans Dorrestijn, Alet Schouten en Willem Wilmink

Retourtje ver weg

Mijnheer van Dale en juffrouw Scholten, Kees Fens

Een tijdje later, Willem Wilmink en Paul Biegel

Houden beren echt van honing?, Midas Dekkers

De zaak Jan Steen, Karel Eykman

Die van hiernaast en van de overkant. Kinderen en boeken in Europa, Marja Baeten en Paul Arnoldussen

Duizend dingen achter deuren, Joke van Leeuwen

Het eiland daarginds, Paul Biegel

Jorrie en Snorrie, Annie M. G. Schmidt

Het wonder van Frieswijck, Thea Beckman

Het raadsel van de Regenboog, Jacques Vriens

Het weer en de tijd, Joke van Leeuwen

Fausto Koppie, Anke de Vries

Bombaaj!, Els Pelgrom

De huiveringwekkende mythe van Perseus, Imme Dros

LYC-DROP, Paul van Loon

Mijn avonturen door V. Swchwrm, Toon Tellegen

Bikkels, Carry Slee

Eiber!, Sjoerd Kuyper (2000)

Ik ben Polleke hoor!, Guus Kuijer

Boris en het woeste water, Rindert Kromhout

Het Zwanenmeer (maar dan anders), Francine Oomen

Swing, Paul Biegel

Wat rijmt er op puree?, Edward van de Vendel

Laika tussen de sterren , Bibi Dumon Tak

Kaloeha Dzong, Lydia Rood

Vlammen, Hans Hagen

De wraak van het spruitje, Jan Paul Schutten

Mees Kees - In de Gloria, Mirjam Oldenhave

Bert en Bart redden de wereld, Tjibbe Veldkamp

Het Akropolis Genootschap & De slag om bladzijde 37, Tosca Menten

Je bent super... Jan!, Harmen van Straaten

Zestig spiegels, Harm de Jonge

Per ongelukt!, Simon van der Geest

Oorlog en vriendschap, Dolf Verroen

Kattensoep, Janneke Schotveld

De eilandenruzie, Jozua Douglas

Haaientanden, Anna Woltz

De diamant van Banjarmasin, Arend van Dam (2020)

Tiril en de Toverdrank, Bette Westera

Waanzinnige boomhut verhalen, Andy Griffiths

Ravi en de Laatste Magie, Sanne Rooseboom

#nederblr #Kinderboekenweek #nederlands #dutch #kinderboekenweekgeschenken fascineren me #ik heb een hele stapel omdat mijn moeder een tijd in een boekhandel heeft gewerkt en ik heb eens geprobeerd ze allemaal te lezen #maar er zitten echt wat slechte tussen #en weinig zijn echt goed want het zijn zulke kleine boekjes #iig vgm heb ik er 19 gelezen en dat is vrij veel gok ik #ergens wil ik een bracket maken voor kinderboekenweekgeschenken maar ik gok dat de meeste mensen er maar zo’n 5 hebben gelezen #ik heb wel meningen #i made an original post #polls #part time booklr

[hartenlust]

welterusten mijnheer de president gaat altijd zo hard

#op

[defensivelee]

Doctor's Orders

who would have thought that one of the few Alien Alien fics I'd publish would be this super weird short-ish one.... I mean I guess it really isn't SO bad but it is very NSFW, basically Dr. Bidloo's like you guys need to fuck the king IMMEDIATELY and Keppel and Bentinck...do that!

a few warnings tho, this sort of reads as dubious consent on Bentinck's part. also, this does include William being in a funny little alien heat that makes no sense except to the crazy author so if you don't wanna see that don't read it!

most of this to me is rly funny, but i kinda love how i wrote William here so... do with that what you will

Despite only having quarter of a Defender in him, Keppel was, to Bentinck, the most like an insect, more so than even the king himself. He would fly in your face, buzzing nonsense at you, and when you batted him away, there was no doubt he would come back unless you smacked him hard enough. But Bentinck wasn’t inclined towards that sort of violence, and even if he was, he wouldn’t be allowed to go through with it, anyway.

So he had to tolerate the insolent little creature climbing all over him, which he supposed was fine; it was fine because for everything Keppel had done for him this was probably nothing in comparison so Bentinck had to say it was fine, thank you.

On a day like this he had to tolerate it in front of Dr. Bidloo, a Defender of the Faith who was probably a very nice person if you happened to catch him in the right mood, which Bentinck never did. At this very moment, he glowered at Bentinck, as if the pretty human climbing all over him was his fault.

“May I speak?” he asked.

“Please do, doctor,” Keppel said, settling at last on Bentinck’s shoulders with a satisfied purr. “How does the king?”

Bidloo’s antennae twitched, perhaps at the tone of Keppel’s voice or at what he had just been witnessing or it could have been the weather or the passing of the time that he detected with those things. Bentinck didn’t know. He blinked and realized Bidloo’s lips were moving; by the stars, he was speaking and he didn’t get any of it.

“Oh?” Keppel leaned forward with interest. “I’ve never heard of that.”

“Never heard of what?” Bentinck whispered.

“The king’s in heat!” Keppel whispered back with glee. “I didn’t know there was such a thing!”

“Mijnheers,” Bidloo said, clearing his throat. “I can hear you. You could have just asked me to repeat myself, android.”

“Right. Forgive me.” Bentinck found himself bowing his head almost instinctively, but Keppel knocked it back up with his knee. It didn’t hurt, but it did make his teeth close down on his metal tongue.

“Well, my lord Albemarle,” Bidloo went on, “I’m sure my lord Portland here could explain it to you if he wants to—”

“I really don’t, you can do it,” Bentinck reassured him.

Bidloo’s antennae twitched again. “Very well,” he said slowly. “Then I command you to explain the Defender heat cycle to my lord Albemarle.”

“Recognized,” Bentinck said automatically. “This cycle varies amongst every Defender of the Faith, but for the most part, they fall into heat once every year, for about two weeks. It is when they are most receptive to mating. The specific desires depend on the individual. Despite it being an ancient feature of the Defender’s reproductive system, it is not necessary for the Defender in question to become pregnant to end the heat, as is exhibited by the male members of the species.”

“Oh, wow,” Keppel breathed. “So that’s what the king is going through. He never told me about any of this.”

“Well, usually he has the queen around,” Bidloo muttered.

The three fell silent, and Bentinck shut his eyes. So that was why Bidloo was telling them of this. And he knew in an instant what he was here to ask, as well.

What did he do before Mary? he’d say. You’re a service android for a reason. So service him now as you did before.

Except Bentinck never had. William had refused to let him do it, said he’d deal with it himself. Which was just fine with Bentinck; Bidloo might not pay any mind to the rumors, but Bentinck sure did.

“He’ll probably be fine,” he said at length.

“For two weeks?” Bidloo said doubtfully. “You, service android. My lord Portland. You surely must have some features to help with this—”

“I really don’t,” Bentinck cut in. “And he wouldn’t want me to touch him, anyway.”

“As his doctor, I order it,” Bidloo growled. “He will listen to me.”

“Ha!” Keppel barked out, but quieted down under Bidloo’s glare.

“He’s not in any state to argue right now,” he said. “He will listen. And so will you. You, little human, will see to it that they do.”

“You’re putting me in charge of this?” Keppel tilted his head to the side.

“It can’t be me,” Bidloo said, shaking himself off. “And it can’t be any other Asterothiriot, that’ll send unworthy tongues wagging. No, it must be you two— a service android is easily excused as doing its job, and humans are already sex objects here regardless of gender.”

“You don’t say,” Keppel murmured.

“But I just—” Bentinck broke off. He could already imagine what Anne would say, just the same thing she always did when she saw him kissing the king to give him back the breath England occasionally dared to steal from him.

You don’t have to apologize, Hans, it’s a job. We’ve all had to do disgraceful things for our masters.

Who am I to refuse this for the king? Bentinck brought a hand up almost unconsciously towards his tangled mess of a wig, like the webs William used to get caught in, but Keppel took that very hand and squeezed it.

“We can do this, bossman,” he purred to Bidloo. “It’s a great honor that you should come to us to ask for our help.”

“I...wouldn’t call it that,” Bidloo licked his lips uncomfortably. “And don’t call me bossman.”

“You Asterothiriots oughta loosen up a little!” Keppel jumped off of Bentinck, motioning for the android to follow him. “At least Lord Portland knows how to have fun.”

✭✭✭

“Do you really think that, Albemarle?” The words still echoed in Bentinck’s head.

“Think what?” Keppel looked back, his lips glistening red as if he had just been feeding off a deer carcass with exceptionally shiny blood. He’d said it was to look good for the king. “We don’t share a mind, my lord.”

“Right.” Bentinck buzzed. “Do you really think I’m that fun?”

“You’ve been amusing me.”

“It was never my intention.”

“That’s exactly why.” Keppel grinned with all his teeth. “I like watching you do stupid things.”

“I just get embarrassed from watching you do stupid things,” Bentinck said, narrowing his eyes. “I’d rather you not do anything at all. Next time don’t complain about the way humans are seen here.”

“I would never complain.” Keppel batted his eyelids innocently. “I’m not a human. You can take it up with my lord Marlborough, if you’d like.”

“No, thank you.” Bentinck buzzed again, turning away. “Are you done yet?”

“What’s got you so impatient? I thought you didn’t want to go.”

“I would hate to keep the king waiting,” Bentinck mumbled. In reality he was, for once, sort of relieved that Keppel always took so much time primping here, surrounded by the body parts of androids much like Bentinck himself.

“Aw, cheer up, big man,” Keppel said. “Think of it as this big special quest we’re sent off to. A grand quest to fuck the king’s brains out!”

Bentinck’s fans whirred. “No need to be so vulgar.”

“There’s no other way to go about it.” Keppel shrugged. “Alright, I’m ready now. You?”

“I don’t really have to do anything to get ready.” Bentinck shut his eyes. “All my systems are functioning properly and up to date.”

“I could’ve told you that,” Keppel said. “I’m asking if you think you’re ready.”

“What?” Bentinck opened his eyes again.

“If you really don’t want to do it...” Keppel stepped forward, taking Bentinck’s hand as he had earlier and beginning to flatten the fingers out from the fist they’d been making. “You don’t have to. I can just say I dealt with it myself.”

Bentinck was tempted. We’ve all had to do disgraceful things for our masters rang in his head constantly, and he hated to admit to himself that it was true. Aside from the kisses he gave William, there were things Louis had made him do that he would not have chosen for himself. If anything, that was the more disgraceful action— nothing that served William, only served to hurt him.

So what is this, then, compared to everything else I’ve done?

And yet another part of him, what Keppel liked to call his heart, didn’t want to leave Keppel alone with the king. He told himself he was worrying about William, but really, this was something he’d easily survived before. It was Keppel that was on Bentinck’s mind right now.

They’d be fine. Right? They get along fine without me.

And that was the very issue! No, for this Bentinck had to be present. He’d show William he was just as brave as his pet human.

“I can do it,” he said. “Did you ever think about the queen and how she was in this position once? Maybe not exactly the same, but close enough— she had to go ahead with something like this to please God and...William himself. Even if didn’t please him either.” He tilted his head to the side; see, he could have a heart! “If she could do it, I can, too.”

“We’re lucky you’re not a princess, with that mindset,” Keppel said. “Alright, if you say so. But you can leave whenever you like.”

“Right. So can you.”

Keppel made a face that Bentinck didn’t have a name for in his database yet. “Thank you.”

Most of the moons outside were new, so the palace somehow felt darker tonight, even with Bentinck’s night vision. On their way to the king’s quarters, he felt Keppel shuffle closer to him, and he wondered if humans were afraid of the dark.

They passed under the tendril-tooth guard’s glowing gaze that flashed from side to side like a pendulum, and Bentinck was first to knock on the door.

“Your Majesty?” he called. “May we come in?”

There was a long silence before William answered. “If you must.”

Bentinck stepped in, pushing Keppel inside before he shut the door behind them. “Your Majesty.” He bowed low, and Keppel bound past him and leaped on William’s bed, purring loudly to greet him.

Insolent little beast! Bentinck buzzed as he watched Keppel nuzzle up to William’s cheek. But William didn’t seem to mind, he only shut his eyes and returned the purrs.

“Bidloo sent us,” Keppel began, but William merely waved his tail in front of his mouth.

“Yes, I know,” he said. “And he wouldn’t shut up about it until I accepted. I could have clawed his face off.” He growled and lay back on the pillows, his insectile arms bringing Keppel closer to himself. “But I have to admit, there’s some sense in it...if the heat goes on too long, then it becomes the only thing I think about.”

“Forgive me, William,” Bentinck piped up, “but, ah, how did you deal with it before- before Mary?” He winced, wishing there’d been another way to ask without bringing up the late queen.

But William only sneered. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Bentinck sighed. I guess I deserve that.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” William said, his tail twitching apprehensively. “I hope you two know what you’re doing.”

“Oh, absolutely,” Keppel said, which was somehow the least reassuring thing Bentinck had ever heard come out of his mouth. “My lord Portland, come here? Don’t sit on the bed, though, you’re too heavy.”

Bentinck nodded and walked over. He supposed he could let Keppel take charge here, if he liked.

“Your fingers can vibrate, right?” Keppel asked.

“What?” Bentinck jolted. “You want me to use that feature for this?”

“What else are they for?”

“For- for massages.”

“Same thing. Figure out how to turn them on.” Keppel turned back to William and leaned forward, his smile suddenly appearing almost menacing to Bentinck.

Truth be told, Bentinck had seen William at his worst, but none of that could have prepared him for this. He couldn’t name the way he felt as he watched Keppel lift himself on top of William, an Asterothiriot far bigger than any human, with a position that few living beings could even begin to fathom. But he knew it was strange, maybe unnatural, though he was one to talk— the least natural thing in this room.

Surprisingly, William welcomed every touch— maybe that was the unnatural thing about it. He groaned and arched his back off the bed, his tail lashing erratically, and Keppel laughed, moved his kisses to William’s thighs. At every spot Keppel touched, the king seemed to grow still, only trembling slightly and turning his head to the side to bite the pillows he lay on.

I shouldn’t be seeing this. Bentinck wanted to run, but he had gotten this far, so when William turned his body around and lifted his hips off the bed, his tail curled over as well, Bentinck let Keppel take his hand and ease it into their friend.

Close your eyes, just please the king. Bentinck looked away, beginning to push his vibrating fingers through and then back out again. He knew he hated the warmth immediately, but Keppel had made sure to turn his sensors down beforehand— the warmth was all he felt. As long as he didn’t look, he could pretend it wasn’t William he was inside of.

But then, who else would it be?

“Good,” he heard William huff out, bucking his hips into Bentinck’s hand. “Very good...by the stars...”

Bentinck finally willed himself to look down at him. He supposed what he saw there wasn’t so bad, if a little unexpected. William’s eyes were glazed over, staring straight ahead as if he didn’t want to be here, either, but his tail was lashing and his hips were moving, and were those purrs that Bentinck could hear?

“A little faster would be nice,” Keppel remarked, and Bentinck glared at him.

If I have to. He began to move his fingers faster, pushing them deeper with every movement, and William gasped, his eyes widening.

“Yes- yes, just like that- good boy—” His claws dug into the sheets below him, and Keppel gently lifted them off. “Ah- God, Hanni—”

“Relax, Your Majesty.” Keppel nudged him in the side, bringing him down to his back again, and Bentinck stepped back. “We can take it from here, if you’d like.”

“Please do.” William leaned back on his pillows, and Keppel gestured for Bentinck to continue.

It was a little more awkward like this, considering how much more William seemed to wiggle, but that didn’t stop Bentinck from starting up his movements again, this time with far more speed and determination. He didn’t know why, but something about how William had called him a good boy— he liked the idea of pleasing his king.

“More, more, Hanni,” William begged, and Bentinck took his flailing tail and pinned it to the side.

“I advise you to calm down,” he said, knowing full well that William wouldn’t, and couldn’t, anyway.

“You insolent android...” William tossed his head back, his eyes fixed on the ceiling as Bentinck shoved his full hand in now. He had become remarkably loose in rather a short amount of time.

Keppel straddled one of William’s long legs, pinning it down under him and then ducking down to take nearly all of the full erection into his mouth. Bentinck winced; nobody could ever pay him enough to do that, but he had to admit, it was impressive nonetheless.

And it had the intended effect. The lungs that had so often betrayed William now seemed to be fully in his favor now, which was rather inconvenient, if you asked Bentinck. Now the whole palace, maybe the whole planet would know of the king’s heat, and what he had resorted to in order to get rid of it.

But William didn’t care. Possibly there was nothing in the world he cared for at this moment, other than the relief his two friends were providing him with. There was something else Bentinck had never seen before.

“I can’t believe you’re the same William I’ve always known,” he half-teased, half-exclaimed in genuine surprise. “I never thought you were like this.”

“I- I’m not—” William couldn’t finish the sentence, his eyes heavily lidded and his breaths shallow. “Silence...just keep going.”

“Mm, I’ve never had a big one quite like this before,” Keppel said, pulling his lips back and using his hands instead. “You almost there, Your Majesty?”

William nodded frantically. Every movement of Bentinck’s was met with a high-pitched whimper.

“Then let me finish it off for you,” Keppel said. Now he straddled all of William’s cock, which, Bentinck knew now that he looked at it, was logically impossible to fit inside Keppel. But that wasn’t what he did; instead, he began to ride it with his thighs, holding onto William’s nightgown as he did so.

“As fast as you can now, Bentinck!” Keppel grinned back at him, and Bentinck eagerly obeyed, even increasing the speed of the vibrations. “Like that, Your Majesty?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes—!” William cried out. His long tongue poked out of his wide-open mouth, not unlike the manner his jaws had been kept in during his time with Louis. There was even a bit of drool gathered at the corner of his lips. “Oh, God! I love it, I- don’t- don’t stop, my lord—! Please- please, oh my God-”

“Please what? You’re free to come when you like.” Keppel seemed out of breath too, though Bentinck couldn’t tell if he was genuinely aroused or just tired from his rigorous movements.

At least he knew he wouldn’t get tired. His arms could go on like this for days, if necessary.

Thankfully, William came soon after Keppel said he could, and at last Bentinck pulled his fist out and stretched out his fingers. He shuddered and hid that hand behind his back— he’d wipe it off later.

“My, what a mess,” Keppel said. “It’d been a while, hm?”

“It- it was-” William was still panting, though Bentinck detected the beginnings of another attack in his lungs.

“Allow me,” he said, lifting William’s head in his hand and kissing him. Somehow it didn’t feel too bad now that he’d seen all that he had, though he knew he still didn’t like the saliva he felt there.

William gripped Bentinck’s wrist, his eyelids fluttering, until the android pulled away, gently laying him back on the bed.

“Is that better?” he asked anxiously.

“Yes,” William sighed. “Thank you. Both of you.” He closed his eyes. “I- I didn’t mean to be so...unlike me. But this is something else.”

“We understand, Your Majesty.” Keppel bowed his head. “I’m just glad we could help you with it.”

“Right.” William suddenly curled up, holding his tail protectively over his body. “You- you should go now.”

“Are you sure?” Bentinck said. “I don’t think it wise to- to leave you alone after such a-”

“I order it,” William growled. “Don’t make me scratch your nose off.”

Bentinck hesitated, then stepped back, bowing low. “Of course, Your Majesty. Sleep well.”

“Good night, Your Majesty,” Keppel said, copying Bentinck’s movement. He took one last look at William and then led Bentinck out of the room, into the halls that felt even darker now.

“Well,” Bentinck began, “he didn’t waste time.”

“You didn’t do so bad,” Keppel said, nudging him. “I was almost jealous for a moment there.”

Bentinck blinked. “I’m not doing it again.”

“I’m not saying you have to!” Keppel laughed. “But it was really good, for a robot that doesn’t fuck.” He paused. “And- and, look, this is the first and last time you’ll hear me say this, but I just...admire how far you’re willing to go for him. Not many people would have done all that.”

Bentinck felt his fans start up again. “I- I just want to see him happy.”

“You’re a kinder man than you let on, you know that?” Keppel purred, leaning forward to butt his head against Bentinck’s arm. “I just hope it isn’t at the cost of your own happiness.”

Is it? Bentinck looked up at the ceiling and thought. For a while.

“I’m happy. After everything James and Louis had me do, how does this compare?”

“That’s the spirit,” Keppel said. His eyes glinted. “Come on, let’s go get your hand cleaned off. I knew you were dying to ask that.”

“Oh- oh, right, of course.” Bentinck glanced behind them one last time and followed Keppel down the hall.

#alien alien au #hans william bentinck (alien alien) #william iii (alien alien) #arnold joost van keppel (alien alien) #govert bidloo (alien alien) #even tho he barely appears i couldnt think of a better title JKJSJKJKS

[heartyearning]

the absolute funniest bit my sister started us on doing is like whenever we have to email each other which is VERY infrequently (usually when sending over big files or important documents or some such) we like speak to each other as though we were emailing an important client or acquaintance or something it is HYSTERICAL i swear to god theres nothing funnier than when my sister addresses an email to me as ‘geachte mijnheer Alexander [redacted]’

#its so fucking good its SO funny #she ended the email with 'met succesvolle groet' which doesnt even make sense #im just rereading it now its like 3 sentences but its so funny. 10/10 would recommend doing w ur sibling #-s

[sandmandaddy69]

Nick Farmer and Nick Mijnheer

[lookcaitlin]

#1984 #nick farmer & nick mijnheer

[yeswearemagazine]

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #1 980 : Untitled © Mijnheer-a :

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #1 980 : Untitled © Mijnheer-a :

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Based on my “Experiment!AU”  Random Story based on a character who was mentioned briefly in the RP. TW; Character Death, Injuries, Blood "Everything hurts. . . ik ben bang." Cassie breathes slowly and painfully as she turns around to Look at her hero in Green, Virgil must've noticed something deteriorating in Cassie because he allowed Cassie to sit in his lap, she was bleeding out after being impaled by a metal shard, Scott and Gordon were at least an hour out from the disaster, so were the local emergency services. Virgil did manage to stop the bleeding, but she lost so much blood that He knew she wouldn’t survive.

“Ik heb één wens, mijnheer.. .” Cassie looked up at Virgil, her Green eyes staring into Virgil’s Amber and Emerald Green eyes. She blinked a few times to get his attention, Virgil, knowing at least a few “words” of Dutch, Could understand her. (He had Thunderbird 5 as backup, Thankfully!) Sighing, Virgil looks down at her. “Wat is je wens?” Cassie looked guilty, as she knew Virgil couldn’t understand her. “If I die. . I wish to be buried in the house of my biggest idols in my world.”

Virgil blinked away a few tears as that struck his heartstrings, He smiled, a hint of sadness in his expression, His comm went off and he answered it, His Big brother Scott, was finally in Thunderbird 1 and was in the process of taking off to assist Virgil and the Local Emergency Services when they got there.

Scott’s big brother radar was going off, judging by the look on Virgil’s face. 

“Are you okay there Virgil?” Scott enquired his little brother, just wanting to know if he was indeed okay.

“I-I’m fine Scott, It’s just this Girl, She’s. . probably not going to make it out of this situation alive, she asked if she could be buried at the Island if she Passes.” Virgil stopped for a second, in mild panic to find out, during the conversation, she’d unfortunately passed away in Virgil’s arms. 

Scott pushed Thunderbird 1 that much faster to be there for Cassie and Virgil.

Translations: 

“Ik ben bang.” - “I’m Scared.” “Ik heb één wens, mijnheer.” - “I do have one wish, Sir.” “Wat is je wens?” - “What is your Wish?”

(Sorry if the Translation isn't perfect.)

#tw: character death #tw: blood #tw: injury #thunderbirds 2015 #virgil tracy #Experiment!AU #crunchyluigi

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Nick Farmer and Nick Mijnheer, 1984 https://ift.tt/HCoavtS

#IFTTT #70s Sci-Fi Art

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In my recent studying on Vincent Van Gogh for a couple projects I’m working on, I came across these quotes related to calling oneself an artist.

“Mauve takes it amiss that I said, 'I am an artist,' which I won't take back, because it's self-evident that what that word implies is looking for something all the time without ever finding it in full. It is the very opposite of saying, 'I know all about it, I've already found it.' As far as I am concerned, the word means, "I am looking, I am hunting for it, I am deeply involved.” -Vincent Van Gogh (Letters)

'Do you call yourself an artist?'

'Yes.

'How absurd. You never sold a picture in your life.'

'Is that what being an artist means-selling? I only mean "I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart?”

In the 5th chapter of Book 1, The Borinage titled ‘Mendes da Costa’ in The book called Lust for Life:

Mendes and Vincent start talking about Rembrandt as they pass by his old home.

“He died in poverty and disgrace,” said Mendes

“He didn’t die unhappy, though,” said Vincent.

“No,” replied Mendes, “he had expressed himself fully and he knew the worth of what he had done. He was the only one in his time who did.”

“Then did that make it all right with him, the fact that he knew?

Suppose he had been wrong? What if the world had been right in neglecting him?”

“What the world thought made little difference. Rembrandt had to paint. Whether he painted well or badly didn’t matter; painting was the stuff that held him together as a man.

The chief value of art, Vincent, lies in the expression it gives to the artist. Rembrandt fulfilled what he knew to be his life purpose; that justified him. Even if his work had been worthless, he would have been a thousand times more successful than if he had put down his desire and become the richest merchant in Amsterdam.”

“The fact that Rembrandt’s work brings joy to the whole world today is entirely gratuitous. His life was complete and successful when he died, even though he was hounded into his grave. The book of life closed then, and it was a beautifully wrought volume. The quality of his perseverance and loyalty to his idea is what was important, not the quality of his work.”

“But how is a young man to know he is choosing rightly, Mijnheer?

“You can never be sure about anything for all time, Vincent,” said Mendes. “You can only have the courage and strength to do what you think is right. It may turn out to be wrong, but you will at least have done it, and that is the important thing. We must act according to the best dictates of our reason, and then leave God to judge of its ultimate value.

Some day you will express yourself fully, no matter what medium you may choose and that expression will justify your life.”

[peterpijls1965]

Mijnheer Pijls ziet er vandaag niet zo verzorgd uit

In 2015 verloor ik een vinger door amputatie in twee etappes. Ook blikte ik terug op de incompetente psychiaters die die behandeling van mijn bipolaire gemoed ernstig vertraagden en me nog meer sores bezorgden dan ik al had.

Nadat mijn psychose in 2008 met succes was behandeld bij de crisisdienst van de GGZ in Amsterdam, nam een psychiater in Oud-Zuid het over. Hij was iets jonger dan ik en had een zorgelijk gezicht. Ik droeg motorlaarzen en een bouwvakkersbroek. Ook mijn zwartlederen jas betrok ik op het Waterlooplein. Ik was in topvorm.

De psychiater keek me moeilijk aan, en zei: „Zullen we het over uw jeugd hebben? Volgens mij voelt u daar veel bij.”

Ik zei dat ik over mijn bipolaire kwetsbaarheden wilde praten. Hoe je daar mee om kan gaan.

De jonge Oudzuid-psychiater: „Volgens mij weet u daar meer van dan ik.”

Ik stelde voor de behandeling te beëindigen. Vlak bij mijn huis in Buitenveldert vond ik via Google een GGZ-kliniek voor bipolaire stoornissen. Daar ging ik twee jaar iedere maand naar toe, voor een tien minutengesprekje met een psychiater in opleiding.

Na die twee jaar was ik niet verder. Er werd nog steeds getwijfeld tussen bipolair, schizo-affectief of iets anders. De uiteindelijke diagnose, bipolair type1 - dus met depressie, manie en psychose - werd pas in 2010 gesteld door de competente psychiater van de verslavingskliniek in Venray.

Mij was in de Amsterdamse bipo-kliniek herhaaldelijk beloofd dat er een nadere diagnose zou worden gesteld. Maar dat gebeurde niet. Na 2 jaar maakte ik wat ontstemd gebruik van mijn recht om mijn behandeldossier in te zien. Pas na hevig tegenstribbelen door de kliniek, mocht ik het dossier op een laptop lezen, in aanwezigheid van mijn sociaal-psychiatrisch verpleegkundige, W., een dertiger die het altijd met me over mijn huwelijk wou hebben. Ik niet met hem.

Er bleek in het dossier nauwelijks iets vastgelegd te zijn. Met de stemmingenbarometers die ik zo trouw had bijgehouden, was niets gedaan. Wel las ik: „Mijnheer Pijls ziet er vandaag niet zo verzorgd uit.”

Ik diende een klacht in bij de kliniek wegens medische nalatigheid. De klacht werd door een commissie in behandeling genomen. Vlak voor de zitting kreeg ik te horen dat voortzetting van de behandeling het doel was van de klachtencommissie.

Maar ik wou kappen daar, en het hoofd van de kliniek een berisping aansmeren. Het betrof zo´n ijskonijn van een psychiater, met een kille, gemaakte lach.

Dus ik trok de klacht in, stopte de behandeling en kreeg steeds meer last van mijn stoornis. Mijn huisarts in de Rivierenbuurt, een competente Amsterdamse cynicus die nooit lastig was, regelde voortaan m´n pillen. Niet wenselijk, toch realiteit.

Ik schrijf dit op om duidelijk te maken hoe laks delen van de GGZ opereren. En hoeveel tijd en geld er wordt verkwist, en ook mensenlevens, door incompetente psychiaters en van die meisjes in opleiding, altoos met die koele blik in de ogen, die vooral aan walging grenzende onverschilligheid uitdrukt.

De psychiater bij de crisisdienst was trouwens wel geweldig. Ze had zelf ook een psychose gehad, wat me enorm geruststelde.

Minister Edith Schippers zou geen GGZ-bedden moeten wegbezuinigen, maar de opleiding tot psychiater drastisch moeten hervormen. De psychiater van nu zou zijn patiënt moeten vertellen dat je kunt herstellen van een stoornis. Die psychiater zou hardop toegeven dat nog vrijwel niets bekend is van de wortels van stoornissen in de hersenen. Tenslotte zou de patiënt te horen krijgen dat medicatie nooit geneest en ziekmakender kan zijn dan de kwaal.

Maar zover zijn we nog niet, al is er een licht anarchistische bottom up-beweging gaande op het web en tijdens congressen van zelfbewuste patiënten die de verantwoordelijkheid voor hun behandeling en leven zelf in handen nemen. De regie hoort zo mogelijk bij de patiënt, niet bij de psychiater.

Zelf leef ik tegenwoordig ook zo. Ik had het eerder moeten doen.