#belgium '18

[carbone14]

Char B1 bis Var n°323 de la 2e Compagnie du 37e Bataillon de chars de combat de la 1ère Division cuirassée abandonné le 14 mai 1940 à Ermeton-sur-Biert – Bataille de Flavion – Bataille de Belgique – Belgique – Mai 1940

Photographe : Heinz Fremke

©Bundesarchiv - Bild 101I-127-0369-21

Lors du redéploiement de la 1ère DCR de Gembloux (bataille de Gembloux) vers Flavion pour arrêter la progression des forces blindées allemandes, le char B1 bis VAR tombe en panne près d'Ermeton-sur-Biert le 14 mai 1940 à hauteur du pont de chemin de fer, à la sortie du village et est abandonné par son équipage. Des soldats allemands ont essayé de le faire repartir, mais sans système de direction, au premier virage venu, le char s'est encastré dans une maison d'Ermeton.

Equipage du char B1 bis VAR perçu par la 2e Compagnie du 37e BCC à Mourmelon le 17 décembre 1939.

Chef de char : Sous-lieutenant de Laromignière

Pilote : Caporal-chef Henouille

Radio : Chasseur Soudain

Aide-pilotes : Caporal Hec et chasseur Sturbeaux

Source : chars-français.net

[oediex]

I was washing the dishes when my housemate knocked on my door.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Your election card arrived."

Elections are happening in nineteen days. They are obligatory. I never registered anywhere. I got signed up automatically the day I turned eighteen.

"Neat. I was wondering when it would come."

"Yeah, my colleagues and I were discussing the same today."

They don't try to suppress your vote. There are no protests at the polling place. It's always on a Sunday. All you have to bring is your election card and your ID.

"Better not lose it."

"Yeah, I'm putting ours on the fridge for sure!"

[findlesbians]

Hi, looking for Dutch lesbians to befriend (or more) within the age range of 18-22.

I might consider Belgians and Germans too.

I myself am an 18-year old femme. you can like the post and I'll message you ☆

🎀

[faribahi]

Mercator, Ostende, Belgium, 2021.

[6ghassan]

Pont des trous (Tournai) by Thierry Musette

[catullansparrowlet]

If I had a nickel for every time the person I'm carding to check I can legally serve them alcohol flips the script on me and accuses me of being too young to serve alcohol, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't much, but it's weird it's happened twice.

[carbone14]

Char B1 Bis Bearn II 401 du 37e Bataillon de Chars de Combat de la 1ère Division cuirassée saboté par son propre équipage par manque de carburant - Bataille de Flavion – Bataille de Belgique – Beaumont – Belgique – Mai 1940

Photographe : Heinz Fremke

©Bundesarchiv - Bild 101I-125-0277-09

Après la bataille de Flavion opposant les unités blindées françaises et allemandes dans le secteur de Charleroi en Belgique le 15 mai 1940, la 1ère Division cuirassée est contrainte au repli sur Beaumont. Le lendemain, 16 mai, la division tente de défendre Beaumont avant de céder le terrain. La dernière compagnie du 37e Bataillon de chars de combat à court de carburant, les équipages n'ont pas d'autre choix que de saborder leurs B1 bis avant la retraite. Le char B1 bis BEARN II 401, char du chef de bataillon, le Commandant Jean-Marie Courtot de Cissey, est sabordé rue Madame. A ses côtés, le MEUSE sera déplacé par les Allemands pour libérer le passage.

Equipage du char B1 bis BEARN II 401

Chef de char : Commandant Jean-Marie Courtot de Cissey

Pilote : Sergent Bonnat

Radios : Adjudant René Morlot et sergent Hubert Chabod

Aide-pilotes : Caporal René Lequeux et chasseur Bischoff

[faribahi]

Mercator, Ostende, Belgium, 2021.

[deetherusalka]

I'm so not ready for living in Western Europe, albeit only for two months. Like communicating just with people from apartments and seeing the prices is sending me. I miss train hoping in Poland so much.

[skatehani]

Hello, I'm Hani from Gaza, and I'm 23 years old. I've been living in Belgium for a year, and I'm an inline skater. I'm collecting donations to get my family out to safety from northern Gaza to Egypt because I can't afford the large amount of money needed. I'm here in Belgium in the process of rebuilding my life and achieving my dreams. After losing my house and its destruction on October 13th, my family became displaced in tents, and on September 15th, I lost my father due to the attack on Al-Shifa Hospital. My father was suffering from kidney failure and passed away due to lack of treatment. He was the breadwinner of my family. Now I am responsible for my family, which consists of 10 members, including 3 minors, and my 18-year-old brother. The rest are my sisters, including two toddlers, one is 3 years old, and the other is 2 years old. My siblings were university students and had dreams too, but because of the war, they lost everything; they lost the university, our home, and our father. They aspire to continue their studies at the university, but the war destroyed everything. I'm now trying to get them out of Gaza to Egypt to rebuild their shattered lives. To do that, they need to be evacuated, and they need to pay for the coordination into Egypt. Due to war time prices, they're asking for 5,000 euros per person to get them out of Gaza because northern Gaza has been completely wiped out, with insufficient food and people scattered among the rubble of homes under heavy bombardment. I hope you can help me through your donations or by sharing the story with friends. Thank you so much with lots of love.

€69.869/€80.000

paypal.me/HAlhajjar486

[sportsallover]

Best time (provisional) for France!! I’m happy for my boys 👏

[alhjjarhani]

Hello, I'm Hani from Gaza, and I'm 23 years old. I've been living in Belgium for a year, and I'm an inline skater. I'm collecting donations to get my family out to safety from northern Gaza to Egypt because I can't afford the large amount of money needed. I'm here in Belgium in the process of rebuilding my life and achieving my dreams. After losing my house and its destruction on October 13th, my family became displaced in tents, and on September 15th, I lost my father due to the attack on Al-Shifa Hospital. My father was suffering from kidney failure and passed away due to lack of treatment. He was the breadwinner of my family. Now I am responsible for my family, which consists of 10 members, including 3 minors, and my 18-year-old brother. The rest are my sisters, including two toddlers, one is 3 years old, and the other is 2 years old. My siblings were university students and had dreams too, but because of the war, they lost everything; they lost the university, our home, and our father. They aspire to continue their studies at the university, but the war destroyed everything. I'm now trying to get them out of Gaza to Egypt to rebuild their shattered lives. To do that, they need to be evacuated, and they need to pay for the coordination into Egypt. Due to war time prices, they're asking for 5,000 euros per person to get them out of Gaza because northern Gaza has been completely wiped out, with insufficient food and people scattered among the rubble of homes under heavy bombardment. I hope you can help me through your donations or by sharing the story with friends. Thank you so much with lots of love.

31,974/50,000

[between-myself-and-me]

boygenius - Salt in the wound / Pukkelpop, Belgium / August 18, 2023 / source : mattyhealysmellss tiktok

[khanger]

@ahmedpalestine Campaign Progress update

€3,296\€5,000 (18 September)

€1,704 Away From short-term goal

Vetted by bilal-salah0

Gaza-evacuation-funds

Please keep donating and supporting my friend Ahmed campaign. we are really behind on reaching our first 5k, and we really need to reach it by Friday .

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Leila K - Electric 1995

Laila El Khalifi is a Eurodance singer and rapper of Moroccan descent, from Gothenburg, Sweden. Her song "Electric" is produced by Denniz Pop and Max Martin, and was released as a single in late 1995. In 1996, it was included on her third album, Manic Panic. The chorus is sung by Swedish singer Jessica Folcker (poll #247). The single peaked at number 2 in Finland, number 8 in Sweden, number 37 in Belgium, and number 18 in Israel. On the Eurochart Hot 100, it reached number 86.

The song's chorus has the same melody as Shannon's 1984 dance hit "Give Me Tonight". Chris Barbosa and Ed Chisolm share songwriting credits for the song. In the 2020 book, Move Your Body (2 The 90s): Unlimited Eurodance, writer Juha Soininen noted, "It also breaks the pattern of male raps: Leila raps and Jessica Folcker has the refrain. In its ferocity and aggressiveness, it encapsulates the best sides of eurodance." The European magazine Music & Media wrote that the song "shows that Leila K is still "The First Lady of Rap"."

"Electric" received a total of 47,8% yes votes. Previous Leila K polls: #288 "Rude Boy".

[httpsserene]

could i maybe request some super soft holiday smut with George? Like it's the summer brake and they are in their Bad on a Boat and the sun shines on them and they just woak up clinging to each other?

Feel free to change some things if you like, that's just the kinda vibe i would like it to be so just warm and slow and loving you know?

XO

𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐭 | 𝐠𝐫. 𝟔𝟑

summary: a salt-bathed, sun-drenched, yacht trip seduces you into slow and sensual sex underneath the sunbeams.

content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. yacht sex. tender. passionate, slow, and sensual. semi-public sex (middle of the ocean). belgium dsq. intimacy. fingering. vaginal sex. unprotected sex (don’t do that). no dialogue.

pairing: george russell x fem!black!reader

word count: 1.3k words.

from, serene: perfect timing for summer holiday smut (this was requested eight months ago 💀) feel like it might be what the george girlies need after the unfortunate outcome in belgium :( kinda proud of this one, feels like i found my groove again !!! title is from aaliyah's rock the boat enjoy, loves xxx (oh! check out the upcoming chapters link i added! it's my wip list, updated regularly with what's coming next!)

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The rocking of the yacht is felt minimally. The sound of the waves lapping against the boat accompanies an occasional snuffle from George’s napping form, splayed out comfortably on his front, head resting on your abdomen. 

The British man tired himself out riding on a jet ski, swimming in the depths of the azure sea, and making sure you’re watching all of his ‘cool’ flips off the bow and swim platform of the vessel. You convinced him to eat lunch on an enforced (by you) sunscreen-reapplication break— and while he was waiting for the meal to settle, he snuck his way onto your lounger, nuzzling along your hip, asking you to read your book aloud to him.

You softly narrated the story to George, one hand turning the pages while the other played with his damp hair, your body tensing when cool drops of seawater dripped from his strands onto your stomach, shocking your bronzed skin. The mix of your tender speech, his ocean exhaustion, and the caress of the sun brought sleep to him easily. 

This morning on the water is exactly what he needed to clear his mind. You wouldn’t let the weight of his disqualification in Belgium burden his mind any longer. There’s no better way to process emotion than in the middle of the ocean on a yacht, far away from the obsessive media and pitying Mercedes team. The only person sharing his space is you (and the few staff members below deck). 

The book was set aside not long after he fell asleep, you were keen to rest your eyes and listen to the low tunes filtering through the speakers. Time slips effortlessly and you find yourself awakened by George stirring. The sunbeams have strengthened at noon and you’re aware that your next days will be spent massaging aloe vera into the Brit’s reddened skin. Yet, the flushed burn stretching across George’s tanned back isn’t a pressing issue for him. 

He presses his lips to the skin of your hip, just above the tie of your bikini. You hum, pulling your knees upwards and letting them fall slightly to the sides, leaving George ample room to lay between your legs. You feel the wetness of his tongue appear as he traces along the hemline of your bottoms, teeth scraping the jut of your hipbones occasionally, the slight ache encouraging you to arch into his grasp.

His hands grip tightly at your thighs, the umber flesh spilling between his fingers alluringly. The sight entrances him and his lips drift to love on your inner thighs, teeth threatening to bite into the plush skin. Your quiet moans at the attention harmonize with the calm waves; the bruising kisses have the fabric of your swim bottom darkening with arousal. George releases a hand to tug at the ties of your bikini and pulls the strings loose. The cloth covering your cunt limpens and is tugged away smoothly.

George murmurs lowly, his fingers parting your folds and keeping you open. You’re sure your hole is fluttering at him, the heated skin of your cheeks disguised as a product of the sun and not George’s stare. He spreads your wetness along your vulva leisurely, pausing to flick your clit lightly, humming reassuringly as your hips buck upwards into the pleasurable sensation.

He toys at your entrance with two fingers, watching your cunt try to drag him within. He teases, pushing inside briefly, eyes flickering upwards to watch your mouth part at the gentle stretch before he pulls out to stroke along your folds. George repeats the action until you whimper needily, ceasing his torment to give you his fingers. The awaited full stretch lights up your spine, his digits curling against your walls deliciously. He lifts upwards, intertwining his lips with yours. The brush of lips matches the sensual stroking of his fingers; it’s slow and syrupy, tongues skimming together in a relaxed dance.

He withdraws, dragging his pulsing length from the confines of his swim shorts. He strokes his cock loosely, choking at the slickened friction, lowering to thrust his cock along your cunt, the reddened tip parting your moistened folds. You see George shudder over you, bottom lip bitten by his teeth as he hisses through the stimulation.

You tangle your hand in his sundried locks as he sinks inside of you, breathy moans leaking into the open air. The British man shakes when his hips meet yours, stilling to stifle your shared cries into each other's mouths. The pressure of his cock can’t be forgotten but the ache of fullness combined with the embrace of his lips distracts you from the lack of movement after the initial thrust. You’re not sure how much time passes as you and George become absorbed in the kiss but you’re only brought back to the present when his hips slowly start to roll against yours.

You gasp into his mouth, eyes fluttering open to meet his. They’re hazy, clouded with lust and desperation. You stare, captivated by the sight of his blissed expression, his blushing cheeks, and his ocean-colored irises swallowed by enlarged pupils. The sway of your hips has George melting, the sound of his choked whimpers complementing your breathy babbles. 

His strokes remain deep, tantric, and toe-curling. The surrounding air dampens with the heat and moisture radiating from your activities, thin layers of sweat beading on your skin, and the taste of salt is fresh on your lips. Air is forced from your lungs as George abuses your sweet spot, hands slipping along his back in search of stability. Your chest arches upwards as you struggle to hold a firm grip on his back with the sheen of perspiration coating him. Scrambling, your nails bite into the muscle of his shoulder and lower back forcing a sharp groan from George. His hips stutter at the sting cutting through his freshly sunburnt skin before resuming the mind-numbing drive of his length within you.

Your thighs begin to tremble, the knot in your navel tightening, toes curling as you near your peak. The British man’s thrusts sharpen, pounding directly into your most sensitive areas as he feels your walls flutter and clench around him sporadically, cock throbbing as he pushes you over the edge. Waves of pleasure crash over you, the sound rushing through your ears as your eyes roll back with the force of your orgasm. George fucks you through it with shallow thrusts, his moans increasing to such a high volume you can hear it through your clogged ears. He pulls out and fists his swollen tip to completion, shooting streaks of white into his hand and across your flexed abdomen. 

While you lay boneless on the lounge chair, both of your chests heave in unison, breaths slowly calming in the comedown. The British man reaches a shaky hand for the towel he threw aside earlier after drying off, wiping his cooling cum off your complexion and from between his fingers before he picks up your swim bottoms resting on the floor. With quivering fingers, he adjusts his shorts and does up your bikini after a couple of failed attempts at fastening the ties. 

George squeezes to rest beside you on the lounge chair, an arm firmly reaching around to pull you to rest on him, tucking your head underneath his neck. You press light kisses along the column of his throat, the stretch of his collarbones, and the expanse of his pecs, smiling to yourself when you feel him nuzzle into your hair. He shifts for a better angle, his brow tightening as the raw skin of his back is aggravated from scraping against the seat, the tension disappearing slowly as he brushes his lips on your cheek.

You make a mental note to grab the aloe vera to address his sunburn. Until George convinces you to dip in the open ocean to cool off and wash away any lingering remnants, you’ll bask in the afterglow under the balmy shining sun.

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