#eendje

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

The Duckling and the Daisy by Roeselien Raimond Via Flickr:

[ladyjuliapearle]

'Quack Quack!',

-Ducky with a Pearle earring by ladyjuliapearle

We need to talk about the ducks James Veitch...

[elkedageenfotovanluus]

eendje leest een boek

[ridiculand]

Pff!

[atevegter]

2824 Verzamelen tot je erbij neervalt

Ik kijk naar Ramsey Nasr, die met zijn Wunderkammer een serie prachtige programma’s heeft gemaakt, waarvan dit alweer het laatste is, over de tragiek van het verzamelen. Sinds de glorie en de val van zijn voorganger met de witte handschoentjes, onze geliefde Boudewijn Büch, weten we het wel: verzamelen is een leuke hobby, maar het kan je ook te gronde richten. Ramsey geeft een paar mooie…

[mucluaren]

Kermis vibes

[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Oké ik heb net de podcast geluisterd en ik heb antwoorden:

Ze waren in Tulbagh en blijkbaar hebben ze daar ieder jaar een Duck Race waar ze badeendjes in de rivier gooien en kijken welke er als eerste stroomafwaarts over de finish komt. Ze halen hiermee geld op en de opbrengsten gaan naar de dierenbescherming.

Waarom een eend

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Band of Sisters, Band of Thieves (Medieval! Powerwolf x Fem! Princess! Reader) - Part V

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of stab wounds, injury, blood, mostly fluff

(A/N: AHHH ALL THE INTRODUCTION CHAPTERS ARE DONE!! Thank you so much for being here and reading my silly little story about my silly little knights, I have a lot of fun things planned for this story, thank you for reading!)

*Eendje - Duckling

Part IV - Part VI

My Masterlist! ~ AO3 Link

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Your sister makes a startled sound when you all but crash into her as you round a corner in the neverending maze of hallways. The front of your skirt balled up in your hands as you continued jogging through the castle. "Ducky, where in God's name are you going in such a rush?"

"Sir Roel is supposed to return this morning!" You call over your shoulder through labored breaths. "He said he would bring me something home!" You continue excitedly before continuing to hurry down to the main gate. You sat on one of the stone benches just inside of the entryway, fanning yourself to try and stay cool in the rapidly increasing morning heat. Before you knew it the sun was high in the sky. "That's odd, Roel always returns before noon." You state out loud to yourself. You stood, smoothing your dress before calmly walking inside. You couldn't lie, the fact he had yet to return to the castle made you a bit anxious. Roel was nothing if not punctual.

"Princess, good afternoon." Matthew greets you with a nod.

"Matthew, was Roel's return delayed?" He pauses, giving you a confused look.

"No, we figured he was with you. Has he not come back yet?" You shook your head. Matthew sighs, pondering over what to do for a moment. He offers you a reassuring smile in an attempt to quell your anxieties. "I'm going to go get Falk and Charles, we'll ride out and look for him. I'm sure he just had to take a small detour." You nod, informing him to let you know immediately once they return. You spent your day wandering aimlessly around the castle, trying to find anything at all to help calm your mind. You found yourself wandering down to the garden, singing a Dutch nursery rhyme Roel had taught you as you carefully braided some flowers together to make a headpiece. You perked up slightly, the sound of armor clanking suddenly became noticeable. Your eyes darted in its direction only to see Roel barely able to stand as he limped his way into the garden.

His eyes landed on you, a weak smile finding its way to his lips. "Princess." His voice came out weak and raspy. He collapsed to his knees, the rest of his body crumpling to the ground immediately after.

"Roel!" You cry out, rushing to his side. You carefully move his head to your lap, his forehead drenched in sweat. You didn't have the faintest idea what to do, your main focus on trying not to panic. You sighed, setting a hand on his chest, your eyes widening slightly at the warm wetness that immediately spread over your palm. You raised your hand, deep crimson blood now coating your skin. He had been stabbed in the chest.

"Ducky!" Your eyes flash back to see your sisters rushing to your side.

"Help me get his armor off, we need to get him to the infirmary, he's hurt." Your voice cracked as you spoke, sobs threatening to tear free from your throat at any moment. You tugged at the straps of his leather chest plate, your sisters assisting you in removing whatever weight you could before one of them helped you hoist him up over your shoulders. The two of you struggled to lug him inside, somehow managing to get down to where your sister's physician resided within the castle. You kicked open the door causing the poor man to jump. "Mr. Hunt, please, it's Roel." Between the fact you were so out of breath and that you were still trying to hold your composure you had trouble getting your words out. He cleared off his desk, papers and trinkets alike scattering across the floor as you laid Roel down as gently as possible.

"I'll take good care of him, Your Highness, you have my word." Your sister took your hand, trying to guide you from the room, but you stood firm.

"I can't leave him." You could only muster a whisper. Mr. Hunt sighs, offering you a patient smile. He nods to the door, a signal you understood. He needed to work, you would only serve as a distraction. "Please… don't let my friend die." With one more tug from your sister you reluctantly exited the room. "You two go ahead, I'm going to wait."

"Ducky, you can't-"

"I'm not leaving him." You cut her off, your voice firm and unwavering. She pulls you into a tight hug.

"He's in very capable hands with Mr. Hunt, try not to worry too much." You waited for them to turn the corner before you let the first tears fall from your eyes. You leaned against the wall, feverishly wiping your tears away with the heels of your hands. You sat yourself on the floor outside of Mr. Hunt's office, refusing to leave until you knew he was going to be okay at the very least. You didn't know how many hours had passed, it felt like you were waiting for years when Mr. Hunt finally emerged from the room. You scrambled to your feet.

"How is he? Is he alright?" He nods.

"He's just fine, Your Highness, not to worry. At the moment he's more tired and sore than anything else." He reassures you, all the tension you were holding in your shoulders finally relaxing.

"Can I see him?" He nodded, moving aside so you could enter his room. Mr. Hunt shut the door behind you to give the both of you some privacy. The second your eyes landed on him you felt like you were going to start crying all over again. Despite the bandages that wrapped around his chest, by some miracle he appeared to be completely fine.

"Eendje*." His voice hoarse as he greets you, holding out his hand to signal it was okay for you to come closer. You had to fight the urge to throw yourself into his arms, not wanting to risk hurting him.

"Where have you been?" You whisper through gritted teeth as you try to hold back tears. "I had to wait forever for you to come." You sit down on the edge of his bed. 

He chuckles, patting the top of your head. "That's what she said." He mumbles. Your laughter quickly turns into crying, relieved that he was still alive. "I'm sorry I worried you." His arm slides around your small, shaking form, pulling you to him. You bury your face against his shoulder, allowing you to shield yourself as you finally release all of the worry you had been holding onto. Roel quietly hushed you, crushing you in his embrace until you finally relaxed. You pulled back from him, wiping away your remaining tears.

"Roel Van Helden, so help me, if you ever scare me like that again I will personally kick your ass." He laughs at your serious tone. 

"Would a gift make up for it?" He asks with a toothy grin.

"You actually brought me something?" You were honestly kind of shocked. He always jokes about bringing you home a present from one of his expeditions, but up until now he had never followed through. He nods to the table at his side, a small leather pouch catching your attention. You reach for it, giving him a perplexed smile. You carefully undid the cord that held it shut, dumping the contents into your palm. A thin gold chair with a tiny carved pendant. You couldn't suppress a giggle as you held it up in front of you. "It's a little duck!" You exclaim excitedly.

"A duck for my duckling, seems fitting." Both of your attention was drawn to the door as Roel's fellow mercenaries burst into the room.

"Look at what you did, you made the poor girl cry!" Charles barks at him.

"Do you have any idea how worried we were?" Falk pushes past Charles to get his turn yelling at Roel.

He chuckled, groaning slightly as he adjusted his sitting position. "To be fair, I didn't have much of a choice. Those assholes made me miss the Princess's Dutch lesson." He glances over at you, giving you a sly smile. Falk sighs, pushing his fingers through his hair.

"Well… rest up for now. We can get into the details of what happened later. Your Highness, if you'll excuse me." He dismisses himself with a bow, followed immediately after by the other two.

"Roel, would you be able to help me put this on?" You ask with a coy smile, holding up the necklace he had given you.

"Of course." You turn, trying your best to suppress the shiver that ran down your spine as you felt his fingers ghost over the nape of your neck. Your fingers flew up to the unfamiliar weight as it fell against your chest. Roel fumbled with the clasp for a moment, "there, that should do it." You turned to face him.

"What do you think?" You ask with a small smile.

"Beautiful, as always." You couldn't help but blush at his response. "(Y/N)?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you for waiting for me."

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[pandaklas]

We gingen vandaag naar de vijver ! De eendjes kwamen heel dichtbij, zelfs de kuikentjes kwamen ons begroeten.

[medewerkers]

Hallo Tumblr. Tumblr hier. We hebben een nieuwe livestreamingfunctie voor Tumblr ontwikkeld en noemen deze, nou… Tumblr Live. Met Tumblr Live kun je direct vanaf je dashboard streamen of streams bekijken. Dit betekent dat je je Tumblr-publiek en livestreampubliek kunt samenvoegen. Je kunt de synergie gewoon proeven! In eerste instantie hebben we Tumblr Live alleen naar de Android- en iOS-app en naar de Verenigde Staten uitgerold, maar de tijd is rijp voor de volgende stap. Daarom rollen we Tumblr Live deze week naar meer gebieden en voor alle platforms (Android, iOS en Web) uit. Als je in een van de onderstaande landen of gebieden woont, kun je streams bekijken of je eigen Minecraft-avontuur streamen, je breiclubje, je wandelingen, je Furby-verzameling of wat je dan ook met de wereld wilt delen. De lijst:

Brazilië

Canada

Europese Unie

Japan

Maleisië

Mexico

Turkije

Verenigd Koninkrijk

Zuid-Korea

Zo werkt het:

Via het camera-icoon onder in je dashboard in de mobiele app ga je naar een Tumblr Live-tabblad waar je streams kunt bekijken die op dat moment live zijn. Boven je dashboard worden ook een aantal live livestreams weergegeven.

Zo lang je het netjes houdt, kun je streamen wat je wilt door op "Live gaan" te tikken: de eendjes in het park, een maffe sneeuwpop, je vervloekte borduursels, enz.

Streamen werkt met de voorste en achterste camera's van je telefoon, dus als je verlegen bent, kun je ook streamen zonder je gezicht te laten zien.

Je kunt bekende en vertrouwde kijkers de status van uitsmijter geven. Op die manier kunnen deze kijkers helpen om je stream te modereren door ongewenste gasten te verwijderen terwijl je live bent.

Tik op een live avatar om je als kijker bij die stream aan te sluiten, of je het blog nou volgt of niet.

Je kunt streamers tijdens de livestream cadeautjes sturen als je van de stream geniet.

Er is een speciaal tabblad waar je je favoriete streamers kunt verzamelen.

En dat is het voorlopig weer even. Stel je voor! Gaming-livestreams! Leesclubs! Live paddenstoelen op je feed! DnD-campagnes! Kunstenaar die live tekenen! Feiten over haaien! 'Get Ready With Me'! Cosplay en beursstreams! Gezellig breien! Fotografielessen! Verhalen vertellen! Tips voor plantenverzorging! Live huiskamerconcerten! Furby-workshops! Museumtours! Krabben! (gewoon krabben!) De mogelijkheden zijn eindeloos. We kunnen niet wachten om te zien wat jullie met al deze vrijheid gaan doen. Dat was het. Ga en doe lekker gek! <3

[johnnyslittleanimalblog]

The Duckling and the Daisy by Roeselien Raimond Via Flickr: My soft & sentimental alter ego must have taken over....;)

[elkedageenfotovanluus]

ijsje eten in het stadspark van Maastricht

[ochtendstorm]

Mijn main vergelijking over hoe ik mij voel tegenover anderen en in groepen mensen is vanaf nu 'Het Lelijke Eendje'. Niet eens qua uiterlijk, maar het er niet bijhoren, het anders moeten zijn, het verafschuwd en weggeduwd worden, het nooit mee mogen, mee kunnen, het alien voelen.

[kef-meister]

Eendje

Tweedje

Driedje :)

dutch is like this

[bmwegermee]

Eendjes voeren 🤣

[mantingerdijk]

Ree

Veld leeuwerik zingt, ree vlucht weg, net als vorige week. Scholeksters aan de slenk Mekelmeersche Veen. Verder grauwe ganzen, kokmeeuwen, kieviten, kuif eendjes. Gisteren werd nog een kemphaan gezien. Mekelmeersche Veen. Mantingerveld