you know you are dutch when

I love foreign bands that write English lyrics, because they come up with such unique lines, and I really value that in music. For example:

Amaranthe (Swedish):
“We spin the world like a pinball machine”
“I’m like a satellite transmitting different eras”
“I hide, empower our remedy”

Dead by April (Swedish):
“Promise me to think of us, still bright, still colorful”

Volbeat (Danish):
“Feel the fire where she walks”
“Don’t look in her eyes, you might fall and find the love of your life”
“I sold my soul way down in the dirt, but I stole it back and forever in debt”
“Are the angels on their way? I’m in the dirt”

Oomph! (German):
“The me inside your second skin”
“Don’t you know the surgeon’s cut is like the fountain of youth?”

Scorpions (German):
“We eat the night, we drink the time”
“Here I am, rock you like a hurricane”
“If we’d go again all the way from the start”

H.I.M. (Finnish):
“Rip out the wings of a butterfly for your soul, my love”

Nightwish (Finnish):
“Taking us home where dust once was a man”
“You believe but what you see?”

Delain (Dutch):
“Underneath my tongue it hides”
“An error in my genesis”

One OK Rock (Japanese):
“It’s a mighty long fall when you thought love was the top”
“Shut down the sirens in our heads”

And then. AND THEN. There is System of a Down. And NOTHING even comes CLOSE to this shit:

“The kombucha mushroom people sitting around all day”
“When you lose small mind you free your life”
“We’re the cruel regulators smoking cigaro cigaro cigar”
“Sweet Danny and Lisa they take me away from”
Sweet berries ready for two, ghosts are no different than you"
“Fighting crime with a partner, Lois Lane, Jimmy Carter, why?”

And, of course,

Dutch gothic
  • It is raining so you take an umbrella with you. When you step outside the sun breaks through, it is now a beautiful day. You walk two more steps and it starts snowing. You are not surprised. You are never surprised anymore.
  • A tourist asks you if you are German. You were talking Dutch. You and the tourist are in Amsterdam. 
  • There are trees in your street. You do not know who planted them. You do not know who cares for them. The trees are, and it is accepted.
  • When you leave the supermarket there are children waiting for you . They stare with hungry eyes. You try to walk past them but they follow. They are too fast. They want your football cards and they will stop at nothing to get them.
  • You go to France for your holiday. Your friends are not excited for you when you tell them. You always go to France. Everyone does. 
  • A tv show about a clown and an acrobat was your childhood. You do not understand why you watched the show. You don’t remember what it was about. The clown and the acrobat were old. 
  • The lady on the speaker says you have to wait five more minutes for your train. You wait five more minutes. And five more. And five more. The lady on the speaker is back. She says the train won’t come because of the snow. You look around. You hadn’t noticed the snow. The snow is less than a centimeter thick.
  • Your international friends are discussing their cultures. You want to join the conversation but you can’t. You can only think of cheese.
  • Coffeeshop au’s confuse you. You thought those were illegal outside of the Netherlands.
  • You attend your English classes. You know you never learned a single thing from them. You speak English. 
  • You and everyone you know will drown if the sea level rises. People laugh about this. People laugh about the scared tourists. You laugh too. Silly tourists. You’re not scared. You don’t think about it. You haven’t thought about it in years. The sea as a threat is a forbidden subject. You sleep uneasy.
gross+cute klance hc’s

bc they’re teenage boys so you know how that goes

  • so when they start dating they and they get comfortable with each other, they’re not trying so hard to keep the gross shit away from the other as much as before (altho they didn’t really try that hard before they started dating anyway)
  • lance doesn’t really like it when keith picks at his own face because it always looks like keith’s in pain whenever he does (acne + dry skin= bad combo for keith)
    • he will however pop pimples for keith’s bacne, bc he’s a good boyfriend
    • he also makes a lil soothing lotion for him for keith’s dry face and hands
  • lance burps in his face sometimes, or he burps and blows it at keith just to fuck with him
    • keith: i swear if you burp one more time i’m kicking you out
      lance: you’re just mad because you weren’t fast enough to outrun it, babe ;)
  • he also gives keith dutch ovens, rip keith
    • they both laugh about it after tho 
    • keith gets him back for it later in a sneak attack dutch oven
      • lance died
  • they play wrestle all cute and shit, but when they get a little more into it keith sometimes has an arm around lance’s neck and lance’s face is pretty much up in his armpit
    • keith’s really sweaty 
    • you probably know how it goes
  • they hug each other all sweaty post a mission and honestly it doesn’t even matter to either of them, they’re just happy to see the other in one piece
  • when keith throws up occasionally bc of his lactose intolerance, lance will stay with him in the bathroom to comfort him
    • he rubs his back and ties keith’s hair up in a little bun for him so it’s out of his face
    • he also brings keith lots of water 
    • they cuddle afterwards when keith is still kinda shaky but starting to feel a little better
      • (keith’s the little spoon here and lance is the big spoon)
  • morning breath kisses :/
    • lance: keith wait, i haven’t brushed my teeth yet 
      keith: so?
      lance: my breath stinks, dude
      keith: it’s okay, mine does too. i just wanted to kiss you good morning
      lance: :’) okay
Edible Arrangements

(Hilly knows a couple things as a tadpole. He knows there’s probably a lax bro hitting on him, and that Bitty’s super-secret boyfriend may or may not be a middle-age lumberjack sugar daddy.)

Hilly knows a few things about Samwell’s hockey dynamics. He knows he is a tadpole; he initially expects to be hazed to the ground and forced to eat dog food or something like his roommate, who is currently rushing a frat. He expects the Haus to be dirty and filled to the brim with red cups and sticky floorboards. He also knows not to hang out with the lax team because Ransom and Holster said so, even though a cute boy who he thinks is from the lax team winked at him in his Intro to Anthropology class. He knows that NHL’s very own Jack Zimmermann, son of ‘Bad Bob’ Zimmermann and legendary hockey extraordinaire, is a Samwell alumni, and had slept in the very room which Chowder, their goalie, currently inhabits.  

But Hazeapalooza turns out to be nothing as bad as he expects (he even gets homemade pie out of it, even if Holster gives him the side-eye). And the Haus is cleaner than a sports frat house should be. The hockey team is nice (and surprisingly socially aware) and Hilly likes Samwell fair enough, but he misses home sometimes.

But Bitty makes things better. Hilly likes Bitty a lot. He likes hanging around the Haus and watching Bitty roll pastry dough with a practiced, methodical hand because it reminds him of how his mom used to bake cookies for him and his sister. Bitty doesn’t mind too much (he thinks) that Hilly may want to go on a date with a lax bro. Bitty bakes him peach cobbler with crumbles toasted a golden brown and talks about his family’s jam recipes. Bitty is open and warm and welcoming. However, the one thing Bitty doesn’t talk much about is his boyfriend.

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When people don’t understand that polyglots aren’t necessarily fluent in every language known to humans

person: how many languages do you know?

me: well, I speak three languages (English, German, School-French), am able to read pretty well in an additional two (Middle English, Dutch), and I learn more than seven at varying levels, but I can’t say I “know” them yet

person: shit, you speak like 12 languages! 

person: *tells people you speak 12 languages*

me: *smh*

  • Aries:
  • you burn a fire inside me
  • cause you're the one who makes me tea
  • make that kettle nice and hot
  • drop it low and break a pot
  • Taurus:
  • you remind me of a tree
  • always rough and covered with the love of a flea
  • you remind me of my dad
  • expect for the fact that you spank me when i'm bad ;)
  • Gemini:
  • i like to play jump rope, preferably double dutch
  • a rope for each of your personalities
  • i broke my leg playing, but you're like a crutch
  • i still love you even though you cause so many brutalities
  • Cancer:
  • roses are red
  • chivalry is dead
  • along with i
  • but your presence raises me up like the crust of a pie
  • Leo:
  • rawr means i love you in dinosaur
  • come to my house and i'll let you score
  • when we play the wii
  • because i know you'll be mad if you don't beat me
  • Virgo:
  • you wash the dishes
  • i clean the fishes
  • my wish came true
  • when life brought me to you
  • Libra:
  • you bring balance to my life
  • like a scale resting on knife
  • please don't pick up that knife
  • don't stab me and end my life
  • Scorpio:
  • if you stabbed me, i'd say thanks
  • if you wanted to rob someone, i'd drive to the banks
  • because you are the one
  • not the two, but the one
  • Sagittarius:
  • adventure is your middle name
  • breaking hearts is your game
  • is this making you cringe?
  • well my hair has a fringe
  • Capricorn:
  • very organized and put together
  • i can count on you no matter the weather
  • rain or snow
  • you always know where to go
  • Aquarius:
  • you carry the agua
  • take me to nicaragua
  • where they speak a lot of spanish
  • sometimes it seems you just vanish
  • Pisces:
  • time to watch the news?
  • more like time to take a snooze
  • be in touch with yourself
  • and always focus on your health

Sylvana Simons, the first ever black female party leader of a European political party.

“Racism, sexism and Islamophobia are widespread, not just in the Netherlands but in most parts of Western Europe. I was tolerated when I was an entertainer. But you can’t be black, female, politically involved and try to shape the society you live in without angering some people.

When I started speaking out one of the first comments was that I didn’t “know my place”. I’ve known my place my whole life! If you are not white, heterosexual and male, this country suggests you have to be treated differently.

When you’ve gained wealth through slavery and colonialism, you will build courts, police and judiciary based on that system. The problem is when you say such things out loud it sounds as if everyone is being racist on purpose all the time. That’s not true, but the way the society is shaped is racist and divisive.

We want to represent all of Dutch society and our list of candidates alone shows we are truly reflecting the Netherlands. We have equal numbers of men and women. We have gay, lesbian, and transgender candidates. We are normalising what is already normal in society.

We are a new and unconventional voice in society. We are emancipating people and politics.”

🇸🇪 5 Amusing Swedish Idioms

Den är paj. It’s pie.
“It doesn’t work.”

Nu är du ute och cyklar! Now you’re out and riding your bike!
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
(Say this to your Dutch friend when you get the chance.)

Det finns ingen ko på isen. There’s no cow on the ice.
“Don’t worry!”

Du gå som katten kring het gröt. You’re walking like a cat around hot porridge.
“You’re saying everything except what you mean.”

Jag anar ugglor i mossen… I sense owls in the bog…
Something’s wrong…

Valentine’s Day Sentence Starters

Mixed Starters :: Cute :: Fluffy :: Valentine’s Day Gone Wrong.

  1. “Who needs a date on valentine’s day when I have you?”
  2. “Our waiter is so hot.”
  3. "No, you have fun with your date. Don’t let my being stood up stop you.”
  4. “Oh, my god… the babysitter just cancelled on us! how are we supposed to go on the date now?”
  5. “Valentine’s day is my favorite holiday! I know it’s lame but I can’t help it. I’m a hopeless romantic. there, I said it.”
  6. “We’re going Dutch, right?”
  7. “Tell me that’s not my ex over there.”
  8. “What do you mean you’re at the restaurant across town?”
  9. “You’re literally the worst when it comes to being romantic.”
  10. “Babe, you know I love you, but… last time you cooked me a meal, I ended up in hospital. can’t we just go out for dinner…?”
  11. “Nobody said anything about this being a cover band!”
  12. “Um… yeah, these are really nice and all, but I’m allergic to roses.”
  13. Tthis is the worst valentine’s surprise ever! were you trying to scare me to death?!”
  14. “Oh my– are you proposing?!”
  15. “Do you think my secret admirer might finally reveal themselves today?”
  16. “Valentine’s day is such a scam of a holiday… it’s so stupid! I hate it.”
  17. “We’re eating out at the Golden Arches!”
  18. “We’re going to do anti-valentine’s day this year. we’re going to go out and do all of the least romantic date ideas ever, just to stick it to the man.”
  19. “I can’t believe I’m actually at a wedding on valentine’s day. what a lame cliché.”
  20. “Does this have caramel in it? I’m allergic to caramel!”
  21. “How was I supposed to know there would be a bee in the bouquet?!”
  22. “This is not a proposal!”
  23. “I shaved my legs for this?”
  24. “My boss told me I have to work late.”
  25. “I didn’t realize these tickets were for the nosebleed section.”
  26. “Um, I tried to buy some sexy underwear, but I think they sent me the wrong size…”
  27. “That movie was awful.”
  28. “You can’t seriously be proposing right now? on valentine’s day? couldn’t you have thought of something a little more original than that?”
  29. “Something has been nibbling on these chocolates.”
  30. “Um, I know this is really cliché and all, but it’s valentine’s day and I just wanted to say… I really like you.”
  31. “I’m going to be stuck at work for a little longer… I’m sorry, I know it’s our date tonight…”
  32. “I forgot to make reservations.”
  33. “I am not going to be your fake-date to this party.”
  34. “I wish I could do more for you today but I’m really broke…”
  35. “I love them and all, but their poetry is so bad! they’ve written seven love poems just for today.”
  36. “So… can I assume you don’t have a date tonight either?”
  37. “Olive Garden is not fine dining!”
  38. “I’m really sorry my dog peed on your good shoes.”
  39. “I didn’t forget that it was valentine’s day! I swear! your present is just… it’s somewhere else.”
  40. “What do you mean these diamonds are fake?”
  41. “We’re out of condoms.”
International Love: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Request:  May I request a Dutch reader x yurio? Like they once met at a competition and they’re both sassy af so it clicked? They message very day until a competition in the Netherlands and he kisses her the moment he sees her? She shows him Amsterdam and all?

A/N: This was really fun to write, especially since it’s my own country. Enjoy!

Yuri rolled his eyes as Yakov scolded him. His voice had been haunting him ever since he arrived at the building, and the thought of having to put up with him even longer was  terrifying. He wasn’t even doing anything, but apparently it still caused the old man to flip shit.

He sighed and pulled his hoodie over his eyes, hiding the earbuds he was actually wearing

This was a usual thing for him. He’d arrive at the rink, get scolded by his coach, warm up and practice and eventually performing. It seemed to repeat itself every other day and he was actually getting tired of it. Until one day, he noticed someone.

“I get it! Stop getting all up in my shit!”

Yuri’s eyes followed your appearance as you walked past him. He roamed his eyes up and down, inspecting every tiny detail. Your eyes were bright and had a hint of annoyance, which matched perfectly with the roll of your eyes. Your hands were stuffed inside the pockets of your bright orange hoodie, and the Dutch flag was displayed on your skates.

“Hey Blondie, eyes up here.” Yuri averted his eyes back to your face, landing on an amused smirk. He scoffed and looked the other way. You smirked and extended your hand to flick his forehead, grabbing his attention yet again.

“Hey, I’m talking to you, Punk.” Yuri groaned and smacked your hand away, looking back up at you from under his hoodie. You took in the details of his face. Strands of hair fell in front of his face, while his piercing greenish orbs were glaring back at you. He had a lean figure, with broad shoulders, and a very prominent jawline.

“Tsk. Not like I care.” He responded, but you noticed his lips tug upwards. You raised your eyebrows up at him and leaned down.
“At least look at me when I’m talking to you, kid.” You noticed a glint in his eyes when the words escaped your mouth. A deep chuckle came from his pink lips as he suddenly rose from his seat.

Your eyes widened as his tall figure towered over yours. You swallowed thickly as he leaned over you just slightly, a sly smirk on his attractive face.
“Kid? You barely reach my shoulders…” He taunted, poking his tongue out at you. You chuckled and punched his chest playfully, waving your hand up and down as you looked the other way.

“Okay, Okay, you’re a titan, I get it!” You told him with a casual smirk, to which he chuckled and sat back down. You looked down at him curiously and took the seat next to him. He turned to you and took out one earbud.

“Are you the ‘Russian Ice Tiger’ everyone keeps talking about?” You asked him, placing one of your feet on your knee to run your finger over the blade of your skate. Yuri sighed and nodded.
“I guess…”

“You’re more like a kitten though.”

“Shut up.”

From: Y/n
‘You totally failed your last jump though, so you have no excuse to miss practice.’

From: Yuri
‘You practically fail at everything in life, so you have no excuse to talk to me like this.’

From: Y/n
‘Okay, rude.’

From: Yuri
‘You love me.’

Yuri hesitantly send the message. Even though you made jokes about loving each other every day, it always caused his heart to skip a beat whenever you did.

You had given him your number, well… more like stole his phone and added yourself. Since that day you have been texting every day, excluding your skype calls every saturday. Yuri had grown very fond of you and eventually caught himself falling for you.

From: Y/n
‘Do I though???’

From: Y/n
‘Jk, you know I do.’

You hadn’t seen each other for more than 10 months when Yuri announced he had a competition in Amsterdam. You were stoked and began ranting about how you would take him to see the Rijksmuseum and make him eat stroopwafels. His response was a chuckle, and he let you ramble about where you would take him.

He loved the way you’d accidently slip some dutch words in your sentences, making them seem broken. But to him it was the cutest thing ever. He even recognised some words you had used before, most of them were curse words though.

“Yuri, klasbak, are you even listening at me?” You asked him, leaning into the camera of your laptop as you folded your arms over your chest. Yuri smiled and nodded, adjusting his position into something more comfortable. His head leaned onto his hand as he listened to you with a small smile.

He couldn’t wait to see you again.

He hadn’t expected this many people to wait for him. The whole entrance was blocked by ‘Yuri’s Angels’, holding up posters and shouting out his name in desperate need for his attention. He had no idea he even had fans from Holland, but there were three times that many than in any other country he had been too.

Like usual he just tried to blend in with the crowd as the exited the arrival hall. His tiger print suitcase was held by Yakov, who was actually scolding him for not carrying it on his own. But the words of his coach were muted, his mind only focused on finding a certain person.
You had promised to pick him up with a bright smile, so “You couldn’t be wasting any time and get right to the sight seeing part of his trip.”. You also told him you “Missed his ugly ass.”

So his eyes were taking in his surroundings in desperate need to find that one person. That one person he hadn’t seen in person for over ten months. The one person who he had grown feeling for and didn’t know what to do with them.

So when he did notice your appearance, looking back at him with a bright smile, his feet quickly made his way towards you. Eyes never leaving yours as he approached you, hands that were stuffed in his pockets now swaying by his side. You smiled and extended your hands as he was now close enough to touch you.

But instead of hugging you, his hands extended towards you to grab your face. He pulled you closer and suddenly you felt a pair of warm lips on yours. Your eyes widened as he kissed you, taken back by his actions. But after a few seconds you smiled against his lips and threw your arms around his neck, kissing him back with just as much love.

Once the both of you pulled back, you looked up at him with a toothy smile, and Yuri returned the gesture. He pecked your lips once more before you playfully punched his side. He groaned as your hand made contact just below his ribs and he hunched over in slight pain.

“We’re wasting time, idiot.”

“So what’s in this?”

“We call it stroop, it’s like caramel.”

Yuri nodded as he took another bite of the waffel. He hummed at the taste, extending his arm towards you so you could take a bite. You smirked and practically bit half of it off, making Yuri scoff. His fingers flicked your nose, making you whine.

You laughed and leaned your head back on his shoulder like you had previously done. It was a beautiful evening in august, and the sun was setting. An orange glow covered the building around the canals, as you silently floated over the water. Yuri’s arm around your shoulder, and your head against his.

After he finished the sweet treat, he turned towards you. You blinked up at him, thinking he was going to say something, when he yet again placed his lips on yours. You closed your eyes and melted into the kiss, cupping his cheek and sitting up slightly.

You parted your lips as you felt his tongue run over your lower lip. He smirked and you knew he was planning something. When he pushed his tongue against yours, you could still taste the sweetness of the waffel. You chuckled and pulled away.


“You loved it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”


When you dedicate a whole segment on your dvd to just marvel at how great Jiang Wen is. Based on this post.

Disclaimer: I do not know any Mandarin.
I just translated the subtitles on my dvd from Dutch to English. 

Dutch Gothic
  • There is a windmill in the middle of the village you are visiting. You see it looming omniously over the rooftops as you drive by. It seems old. You are surprised to find it in the middle of a village while you’ve been looking for it in the countryside all day yesterday. You take a turn left. Then a turn right. You try to get to where you think the windmill will be. It is gone. You can not find it.
  • Everyone rides bicycles. There is literally more bicycles on the roads than cars. No one wears helmets. You do, and everyone gives you odd glances.
  • Everyones bicycles are old and rusty with pieces missing. They break down often. The Dutch person just sighs, gets of the roads and puts the bicycle upside down. Three minutes later they are riding again, hands covered in black grime.
  • You arranged a meeting at six am. You show up a quarter past six. The Dutch person isn’t there. You wait. They don’t come. They’d already been there at six but left ten minutes later, figuring you weren’t going to show up anymore. They are mad. They blame you. 
  • In the north by the coast there is Friesland. By car you can cross it in an hour. The people there speak Frisian. The Dutch can not understand Frisian. Not a word. They prefer English and German over Frisian any day. No one knows why the people from Friesland insist on speaking Frisian. Everyone is annoyed by this.
  • You growl when you speak. G’s rasping and R’s rattling even in the kindest sentences. The foreigners laugh at you (all but the Germans, of course). You hide your blush and lick your wounds, figuring you’re just going to speak English from now on. Everyone around you speaks English. They feel your pain. 
  • Since a few years the north has earthquakes. They are caused by the government sucking all the gas from the ground. People are fleeing from the countryside, leaving deserted ghost villages in their wake. The people from the North are mad! They keep saying they will become independent and keep all the gas for themselves. Another microcountry. As if Friesland wasn’t enough.
  • A foreign friends comes to visit. You want to cook a nice typically Dutch dish for them as a surprise. You stare at the kitchen counter blankly. All you can think of is mashed potatoes.
  • Spring comes. The people from the south go crazy. The names of all cities and villages are changed. Everyone dresses up in weird costumes as if to disguise or hide their whole land. From what? You wonder. You cross the river northwards. Suddenly it is silent. Everything has gone back to normal.
  • The winter comes. There is no elfstedentocht. Everyone panics anyway, especially in Friesland.
  • There are five small islands off the coast. You have always gone to one of these islands on day trips with your family. You know every single road on this particular island like the back of your hand. You know every rabbit by name. You know nothing about the other islands. You won’t go there. Ever.
  • No one talks about the ocean. Everyone knows it is there, but it has been a threat for so long everyones fear has dimmen and dulled. Like a looming apocalypse that keeps being postponed. Uninteresting. 

You know, when I first met you, you were Johnny Jaqobis. Lover of ponies. Sunshine optimist. You weren’t a murderer. And I won’t watch you turn into me.

What did you say?


Summary:  Baz has recently learnt Dutch and has decided to practice it, much to Simon’s sorrow.

Word count: 1k

Rating: T

Tags: canon divergence, enemies to lovers, exchange student, fluff, ust

Note: I don’t speak Dutch, so I asked my friend Google for help. Please don’t cringe at the weird expressions. Also, I regret nothing

Also on AO3


He’s done it again. Baz has found a new way to torment me.

Ik vind je heel mooi,” he says as I step into our room, which I guess means something like “I wish you were dead”.

“Yeah, you too,” I tell him. “Moron.”

I go to my bed and take my shirt off. It’s so hot in here, lately.

Lekker ding,” Baz continues with his insults.

“That would be you,” I reply, as I change into my pyjamas.

He lets out a short, mischievous laugh. “You don’t know what I said.”

“I don’t need to speak German to know that you’re insulting me.”

“Please, Snow, it’s Dutch.”

“Whatever,” I say, going into bed.

Slaap lekker schatje,” Baz says, and it must mean “may you never wake up again” or something similar.

“Same for you,” I retort. I have to learn Dutch.

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anonymous asked:

Google "Dutch braids" before spewing racism. Seriously, Google it. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you see what comes up. White women can't wear it, eh? Well, tell that to the Dutch of 900 AD...

You’re a bug already honey. That post EXPLICITLY points out white people wearing braids popularized by BLACK people, specifically in a ‘hip hop’/’urban’ context. Don’t get all twisted up bc you put your hair in braids a while back and thought you looked fly like all of those instagram girls, boo. You, Katy Perry, and all other ugly-hearted little white girls can get fucked and just admit that you’re commodifying Blackness like everyone else.

Oh and by the way? Here’s the really fun part: when it comes to that double-braid, ain’t NO ONE IN AMERICA dressing like a Dutch person. Every single person wearing that hairstyle on trend today is hearkening back to either girls in the hood or native americans. Why? Bc white people hate being white and don’t carry their own cultures. Which is why you have ppl wearing double braids and hoop earrings with long acrylics, double braids and typing in AAVE, double braids and ‘free spirit’ fashion and a ‘boho’ headband. No one cares about your Dutch shit at all honey and you know it. Thing is, that’s y’all’s fault.

So take a sip of that. You were a damn fool to come to my inbox with this foolishness first thing in the morning.

And bitch? Telling white people they’re appropriative isn’t racism. White people being appropriative is. Get the fuck away from me you disgusting little snowflake oppressor.

TV Show Recommendation: KILLJOYS

Frigging Killjoys!!! Watch Killjoys!! Watch it!!!

Okay so basically if you like scifi, like proper actual scifi, badass woc leads, great fight scenes, well placed humour, amazing plot, stunning visuals and an excellent cast then watch this show! I can not express my love for it enough <3

Okay, breaking it down….

This is team awesome force (left to right: John Jaqobis, D’avin Jaqobis and Dutch):

Originally posted by littlehobbit13

They are Reclamation agents, or RAC agents, or Killjoys (hence the title of the show). A Killjoy is an intergalactic bounty hunter, they are essentially a supposedly neutral party that works in and around the Quad which is run by the Company.

There are 5 Killjoy levels, the first 3 are generic jobs, 4 is a dead or alive warrant and a 5 is the highest level and a kill warrant.

Originally posted by gravitywon

Originally posted by costa-candela

This is the Quad.

The main planet is Qresh, it is where the elite, upper class citizens of the Quad reside, namely the 9 families who control the ruling company and essentially the whole Quad. 

Then there is Leith, one of Qresh’s three moons. It is a tranquil looking farming moon with the more middle class citizens inhabiting it. 

The 2nd moon is Westerley where our badass heroes spend most of their time when they aren’t in space, it isn’t nearly as nice and on it resides the labouring force of the Quad, the less well off residents. 

Lastly there’s Arkyn, but it is very much uninhabitable due to an error when terraforming. 

Originally posted by mabaricrunchies

This is Dutch, the definite lead, she’s a gorgeous, smart, confident badass with a very troubled past that is one of the main focuses of the show. 

Dutch is played by the wonderful Hannah John-Kamen.

She’s the first and only ever Killjoy to start on level five, the highest and best level to be.

She very much asserts herself in charge and the boys know it.

Originally posted by alvisakari

Dutch may be flirty, but she could quite easily kill you in high heels.

Originally posted by cassether

These are the Jaqobis brothers, the other two members of team awesome force. 

Originally posted by syfy

This John Jaqobis.

John is played by Aaron Ashmore who you may know as the adorkable Jimmy Olsen (Smallville) or Steve Jinks (Warehouse 13)

Johnny is an adorable, dorky, perfect human being who is Dutch’s bff after he tried to steal her ship and she tried to shoot him in the crotch 6 years prior to the start of the series. Fun.

Trust me, this is the most platonic friendship on TV; they know everything about each other and would happily lay down their lives for each other but are in no way ever romantically involved.

Johnny is also a level 3 RAC agent.

Originally posted by alectightwood

Johnny also has a great sense of humour and is the definite cinnamon roll of the group. But if you hurt him, you face the wrath of both Dutch and his older brother.

Originally posted by gravitywon

This is D’avin Jaqobis

He’s played by openly gay actor Luke Macfarlane (Brothers and Sisters)  

D’av used to be a military man, left home for over 7 years and didn’t see Johnny once. When you first meet him he’s got a level 5 warrant out on him which Dutch and Johnny have to set right. 

D’av is definitely damaged, very protective and would do anything for his brother. 

He is also a level 4 Killjoy and also a total badass, they’re all total badass’.

Minor but still important characters:

Originally posted by team-awesome-force

This is Pawter, a stunning exciled Qreshe doctor who helps the team and is amazing in every single way.

Originally posted by sohnone

This is Delle Seyah Kendry, of one of the 9 families.

She’s a manipulative, cunning, crafty Qreshe with definite hots for Dutch.

Originally posted by killjoyjohnny

This is Alvis and his banter with D’av.

Alvis is a scar back monk with very deep resistance ties and a past with Dutch.

Originally posted by anatsaja

This Pree: very gay, very fabulous, very judging you. 

Pree owns the bar the Royale in Old Town in Westerley where the gang goes to drink. 

Pree is precious and must be protected at all costs.

Originally posted by sussoria

This Khlyen, we don’t like Khlyen. 

Khlyen was Dutch’s tutor as a child, he’s a manipulative, possessive asshole. 

Originally posted by ms-jully

There is also Lucy, the sarcastic lovable systems computer on board their ship that totally has favourites (*cough* Johnny *cough*). 

Everybody loves Lucy.

Originally posted by obidaddykenobi

This Clara, I’m only adding her because I love her, and Alice. 

She’s part woman, part machine, full badass.

Originally posted by ms-jully

This ended up a lot longer than I expected it to, but in short: 


Captain Black (Part 2)

Originally posted by void-astrology


Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1k (just a short lil fluff)

Warnings: Pirate stuff ;) aka implied smut

A/n: I probably won’t do a part 3 to this. But don’t despair, this isn’t the end of pirate!Sirius my friends, I’m not done with him yet……

“Whey, up she rises!”

You shook your head with a playful smile, taming your hair as you came up onto the deck of the Grand Canis.

“And what’s this? The captain has surely discovered the most important thing to man.” James, the first mate continued on.

“Respectful subordinates?” Sirius mocked his friend.

“Nay, the breasts of woman!”

A roaring laugh elapsed over the shipmates, who were carrying on with their work, some playing a game of dice.

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  • German: ä ö ü
  • dutch: woo, that's so cool i want that too
  • french: i know right but how?
  • dutch: it's gonna be complicated; for ü, we just use u
  • french: yeah and for the german u-sound i have ou and you have oe
  • dutch: and for ö we have eu, and the ä-sound just doesn't exist
  • french: we can just put it at random on some a's?
  • dutch: no, that will complicate the whole language and our vowels are already fucked up like they are
  • french: yeah you're right, you know what really fucks me up tho? how you never really know when a new syllable starts or it's just the same syllable
  • dutch: yeah with all those combined vowels it would be nice if we had like some sign that indicated whether it's just a combined vowel or a new syllable
  • french & dutch: ...
  • french & dutch: omg
  • french: haïr
  • dutch: ruïne
  • french: yeah ok but ui is really ridiculous tho
Dean Ambrose - “I won’t say I told you so”

Prompt: a thing i saw on tumblr but i can’t find it to tag
Requested: lol no because my brain doesn’t want to come up with ideas for stories you guys have requested and i’m sorry
Warnings: None
Words: 1300+

“y/n!” You heard Dean’s growl yell down the hall. You had tried to get past him and back to the women’s locker room without him seeing him. You knew he wasn’t going to be happy and you could tell by his voice that he had found out about the match. 

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Welcome to the Netherlands - Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader

Inspired by the Write A Thon imagines (check it out guys) where they write imagines that take place in your home country or home place or whatever. I am not a part of the write a thon, but I just thought it would be fun to write a fic about the Netherlands, where I live! :)

Warning: SWEARING!

Originally posted by hamiltonmemes

‘Y/N!’ John yelled loudly in your ear, resulting in your almost punching him in the face and screaming loudly.

‘What the hell, John?’ You yell at him. You were looking at an text from your younger sister.

‘I’ve been asking you for like nine times what you want to eat for dinner.’ John groaned. ‘Hercules is going to a restaurant with his parents, Lafayette and Alex have to stay at work late, so it’s just us.’

‘Can we have stamppot?’ You ask. Its one of your favorite Dutch foods. John looks at you like you have just admitted to him that you’re the Wicked Witch Of The West.


‘Stamppot.’ You laugh. ‘You know I’m from the Netherlands, right? That’s something they eat there. I’ll make it for you. But we have to go shopping, we’ll also need rookworst.’

‘What is it?’ John asks while he stands up from the couch.

‘It’s like potatoes mashed with vegetables and you eat a sausage with it and  gravy. It’s delicious. God, I missed it.’ You say.

‘Well, let’s go then.’

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