#dutch phrases

[learndutchonline]

Like if you think we're gonna crush Qatar today..!

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[techdriveplay]

Top 10 Things to See and Do in Amsterdam

Living on a houseboat has always been a wild dream of mine. That’s why Amsterdam, a city built around a network of canals over six feet below sea level, captures my heart. There’s even a houseboat there just for cats, De Poezenboot! With over 165 canals stretching 60 miles, you could explore the capital of the Netherlands without traversing the same waterway twice. It’s a small city with just…

[blenselche]

Pennsilfaanisch Deitsch Miku on Marickdaag (or heading to KU folk fest, whichever does it for you) for that cultural Miku exchange.

("It's a nice day, isn't it?" in Pennsylvania German/die Mudderschprooch)

[slutforpringles]

“Speaking of performance, it’s nice not looking elsewhere or having little distractions. It’s an all-in approach. I think that was get the most out of me. If that’s still not enough? C’est la vie! It intensifies it but also simplifies it. It’s not coming from a stubborn place but I don’t want to be anywhere else.” “I’ve done a bit of jumping around in the past few years which can be tiring. I’ve worked hard to get back here. I don’t want to dismiss that. There is no next thing for me - this is it! I am appreciative of what they’ve given me.”

Daniel again reiterating he is not considering staying on the grid with another team.

via: Daniel Ricciardo confronted by new revelation that 2025 F1 axe might be close

[vicsy]

maxiel, divorce

somewhat inspired by the latest vlog Daniel posted

When Lando asked, it was nothing but a dumb joke.

"So, who's gonna get Martjin in the divorce?"

Daniel laughed it off, then, and lobbed a padel ball at him. Lando flipped him off, squawking, I'm on your fucking team, mate. On the other side of the court, Martjin patted Max on the back, giving Daniel a faux dirty look. Max said something to him, probably in Dutch, probably devising a convoluted strategy that had no way of actually working. Their net game sucked major balls.

"Alrighty, whoever loses this game admits that Baku was his fault!" Daniel said, awfully cheerful for someone who's been baking in the sun for an hour and a half, but he got that open, full body laugh out of Max.

The win followed by the skin of their teeth, at the cost of Lando's scraped knee and twenty minutes of continuous complaining. Max sulked all the way back to the villa. Daniel pinched the skin over his ribs when it was just the two of them in the spacious room overlooking the sea.

"Aw, you're still such a sore loser," Daniel cooed and it earned him a jab in the midsection, courtesy of Max's custom padel racket. "You wound me, Maximus!"

"And you know what you are?" next thing, Daniel was flat on his back, landing on the bed with the most undignified sound. Max climbed on top, straddling his hips. He jabbed a finger into Daniel's chest. "Je bent mijn alles."

"That's too long just to call me an asshole," Daniel pointed out, a smartass in his own right. He was mostly interested in getting Max out of that horrendous Red Bull polo so he could lick a stripe down from the hollow of Max's throat and press his tongue to Max's puffy nipples.

"I said that you are worse than a sore loser, Daniel."

"Hm. Think someone's using my language skills against me," Daniel pretended to ponder this idea, running his palms up and down Max's thighs. He looked so beautiful in the low lamplight; softer in a way that made Daniel think of home. Gezelligheid. "Say it again?"

Max did, giggling with exasperation, and Daniel repeated after him, horribly butchering the whole phrase over and over again, until Max got sick of it and kissed the mispronounced syllables off his lips. Talking was overrated anyway.

Next time, it's Daniel who says it, no trace of humor coloring his voice.

"Sure, whatever, I'll fucking leave," he shrugs Martjin's hand off his shoulder and dusts the look of pity off his thousand dollar getup. "Guess Max is getting you in the divorce after all, yeah?"

Daniel didn't have the habit to half-ass anything. In the disastrous fallout, he went full scorched-earth and Max answered him tenfold. They took everybody down with them. Standing in the crowded club in Saint-Tropez three months into the aftermath, Martjin lodged in between like the final barricade on the battlefield, Daniel lets his pride choke him.

He doesn't have to possess some exceptional lip reading skills to distinguish Max saying dickhead and coward, gesturing wildly, three top buttons of the white, linen shirt he's wearing unbuttoned, exposing reddish, sunburnt skin. Next to him Lando looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Good, Daniel prefers him as far as possible, maybe somewhere on the ocean floor.

"Daniel, come on," Martjin pleads. The music blaring in the club drowns out most of what he says. Daniel watches his lips move and hears static in his ears. "I'm not taking sides."

But he does. Daniel really could only blame himself but he'd rather eat his racing shoes than shoulder it all by himself. Max was all in, too. He proved it when he went all out.

There was a gaping hole in Daniel's chest and he couldn't tell if the blood on Max's hands was his or if it belonged to the two of them.

"'Course, mate," Daniel lifts his arms up in mock surrender. Each word on his tongue leaves an acid burn. He grabs Martjin by the elbow and gets into his face, manic idea hanging over his head like a guillotine. "Hey, so. For old times sake, can I ask you something? No biggie."

Martjin makes a face but nods. Daniel gets close to his ear and straight up yells that weird, Dutch phrase Max told him a lifetime ago, in a room of a villa that saw them untainted. It never sat right with him. He's sure the pronunciation is royally fucked up but Martjin's stunned reaction tips off an alarm in Daniel's brain.

"Max told you that?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Daniel sees Lando thrust a gin and tonic into Max's hands only to have the glass pushed back, spilling liquid on the floor. Daniel whole body twitches.

"Does it meant that I'm a sore loser or was Max fucking with me?" he asks, straight to the point.

Martjin glances at Max over his shoulder, then turns back around, mouth pulled into a thin line.

"It means," he says, hesitantly. Daniel isn't even paying attention to him anymore, not really. His eyes are glued to Max just standing out there — too close and too far — his lovely lips parted on something unspoken, shoulders tense like he's squaring off for a fight and the look of distress all over his face. Daniel feels sick with it. He wants out. "In Dutch, uh. What Max said, it means–"

Daniel's patient runs dry.

"Fucking, what?"

"You're my everything."

Send me a ship/character(s) and a one word prompt and I will write a 5 sentence fic about it.

[blood-feathers]

...so i have been learning german on duolingo.. and now i cant get the image of you as the duolingo owl threathing to idk steal my skeleton if i dont do my lessons-

Eh? Ik ben geen Duitser. Whatever encourages you, I suppose.

...Why would I steal your skeleton???

[daily-whistlepaw]

daoly Whistlepaw until la becomes PoV day 1115

Four sublevels...

[abrahamvanhelsings]

it is insane to me that in the past two weeks i have not seen anyone mention the idea of installing a permanent air bridge or something similar to facilitate humanitarian aid to gaza. only france has just deployed a navy ship with helicopters to lend aid to hospitals and it will send an airplane with medical supplies tomorrow (article in dutch). and no other western government so far is showing any signs of similarly aiding the people of gaza.

2 million people are at risk of death by starvation and dehydration. lack of drinkable water puts them at risk of contracting sicknesses through consumption of contaminated water en masse. they have no access to fuel or electricity because it is being withheld on purpose. hospitals are overcrowded with those wounded or forcefully displaced by iof threats and bombings, and they are running out of supplies while their generators are almost running on fumes. actual international humanitarian organisations like oxfam, the red crescent and the un are barely able to provide help anymore bc they have no supplies. active fucking genocide and we're all waiting for israel to let a few meagre truck convoys with minimal supplies into their personal concentration camp while they're carpet bombing the civilian populace to hell and ignoring international law at every turn.

"oh, but an air bridge is not sustainable" back in the 1940s the allies supplied west berlin with necessities by airplane for almost a year bc the soviet union had blocked all points of entry:

obviously we're living almost 80 years after the fact and the political and geographical situation are not strictly comparable. that doesn't mean it's impossible to provide aid. that doesn't mean it shouldn't be our moral duty to help palestinian civilians with everything we have. these are people in need. but it's not the people of west berlin and their allies against the soviet union, it's palestinians against the state of israel, and it makes all the difference in the world. this time, the usa backs the oppressor, and it would never reach out a finger to help palestinians. and by extension, so would few other (western) countries. many of them are calling for ceasefires and more humanitarian aid. some of them are warning israel about ignoring international law. but are they actually putting their money where their mouth is and actively getting supplies where they need to go?

oh, they're all sending soldiers and military materials, sure, because god forbid a regional war unfolds and we don't all have a finger in that pie. and all the while they keep talking, and planning international conferences, taking days, sitting and discussing what should be done, as if the urgency of this crisis doesn't even register, hasn't for the past two weeks. as if it never will. if you ask me the absolute minimum governments across the world are simply not putting in to help palestinians is testament to how much they do not care about them. so we have to keep raising our voices for palestine, keep marching, and remind them - not all of us can be complacent in the face of a genocide

[nyoomfruits]

hi :) sorry for the weird question, but how "normal" it is for dutch people to learn/know german?

in italy you /have/ to study another foreign language in middle school beside english, and it's usually either french or spanish because they're the most similar (even though the majority of people tend to forget them later on) — I was curious if y'all had something similar?

and yes, the question comes from max speaking such good german it left me wondering if it may be a "dutch" thing and not just a "he's a polyglot" moment

no no this is an EXCELLENT question and i would love to answer it.

in the netherlands you have to do a ‘second’ language too, next to dutch and english, and here you can choose between either german or french. you get both of these at first before you have to choose in like the third or fourth year (differs per high school level) so most dutch people have at least SOME knowledge of both of these languages.

there’s actually a lot of german tourism in the netherlands which is why especially people in touristy area’s (big cities + places near water) speak german pretty fluently.

HOWEVER i’m pretty sure the reason max speaks german so well is because his parents spent a lot of time with the schumachers growing up?? or he might be a polyglot yeah. because let me tell you i had german for 6 years and i in no way speak it as fluently as that man does lmao

[degenezijde]

There's this weird 'achievement unlocked' feeling you get when you hear something again you heard a lot as a child when you didn't understand the language it was said in but somehow absorbed word by word. And now you do know the language and finally you know what it means and it tickles your brain.

[obsidiannebula]

My dad said something a few weeks ago that's been rattling around in my brain ever since.

See, he always said we were Polish. I knew that my grandfather's grandparents were Polish immigrants. My eldest aunt on that side put together a family genealogy a while back, and I saw their names in there. But I never felt like we were connected to that heritage, beyond eating kielbasa regularly.

Then the other day my dad was watching Backyardigans with my daughter, and I came in while they watched the "Polka Palace Party" episode. And my dad told me that when his family attended Polish weddings as a kid, they would dance the polka. He said he couldn't remember the steps anymore, but wished he did.

Until that moment, I never really grasped how close I was to an actual cultural heritage. A culture my dad had participated in within his lifetime that my brothers and I knew almost nothing about.

At the library the other day I found a book of Polish traditions and folklore, so now I'm learning more about my ancestors' customs! I also taught myself to read the Polish alphabet. And I'm getting a Polish word of the day in my inbox. I can now say useful things like "kettle" and "the fork is on the dirty plate." I'm so handy to have around, I know.

I also messaged my aforementioned aunt after the library visit to ask her if she knew anymore. She said she could teach me to dance the polka! But she ALSO said that there was a festival later in the year that had been very important when they were growing up, and where it's held our ancestors actually helped found a Catholic church! So now me and L and my dad and my aunt are going to go on a family heritage trip later this year!

I'm just so excited to connect more deeply to my family, both living and dead

[lynchiangf]

I will say I dislike how gentile-centric public remembrance can often be. not saying it has to exclusively revolve around jewish victims bc obviously there were others victimised. what I mean is... public speakers at ceremonies implicitly assuming everyone in the crowd is gentile. like today the mayor referenced a jewish girl who had to wear the star on her clothes and asked "what would you feel if you saw that?" I understand the sentiment but some people in the audience would not have been observing that girl, they'd have been her

[portushit]

Quizá este pensamiento sólo esté en mi mente y creo que necesito expresarlo. 😐

Aunque el neerlandés es feo y desagradable de escuchar, pero sigue sonando más germánico que el inglés, curiosamente las lenguas vecinas del inglés en el Reino Unido también suenan igual a diferencia del propio inglés.

Y el inglés no tiene los sonidos guturales como cualquier otra lengua germánica, quizá el inglés moderno hablado en el universo paralelo o suena como un frisón tratando de hablar latín y griego a la vez.

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

having feelings abt translation

[foileadeux]

Heya ame quick question, do you speak any language besides english?? I thought of a funny meme applicable to your idiots (/pos) but it doesnt really translate

despite having dutch and portuguese parents i dont speak any language other than english unfortunately HAHA id still be down to see it if you could provide an explanation!! unless that kinda ruins the joke ig. up to u!!

[silentreigns]

The statement said it was his hand so he’ll be out for at least three to six weeks. So he’ll miss like three races which won’t be good because that leave him with nine races maybe seven if you count races for him to bounce back

I feel like whenever athletes get injured, they heal faster than the average person. I can't see Daniel missing more than 2 races. But I have been loud & wrong.