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CV de Nöttekrakers presenteert prins André de 1e

Op een gezellige pronkzitting is prins André de 1e gepresenteerd als prins van CV de Nöttekrakers uit Braamt. Met zijn motto: ’tis niet te geleuven!’ zal hij samen met zijn adjudanten Patrick Helmink en Ronald Hartjes een jaar regeren over alle Nöttekrakers en Nöttekrakerinnekes. In een bomvolle zaal waren de kabouters van het Sprookjesbos op zoek naar de prins om Sneeuwwitje wakker te kussen en…

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Alle Blumen von Morgen schlummern in den Samen der Gegenwart.

(Eveline Helmink: Handbuch für miese Tage)

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Soros-linked dark money group props up Nebraska independent candidate in key Senate race

A Nebraska Senate race has emerged as one to watch with only weeks until the election, as an independent candidate with controversial backing vies to unseat Sen. Debbie Fischer, R-Neb.

Dan Osborn, a mechanic and union leader, is running as an independent against Fischer, and has prompted two prominent political handicappers to change their ratings of the race, indicating heightened competition. 

Both the Cook Political Report and Sabato’s Crystal Ball at the University of Virginia Center for Politics recently shifted the race from "Solid" or "Safe" Republican to "Likely Republican." The race is now alongside that of Sen. Rick Scott, R-Fla., in each rating system. Sabato's Crystal Ball also ranks the Nebraska Senate race in the same category as Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, but Cook has moved the Texas match-up to a more competitive placement. 

Outside groups spending heavily in Dan Osborn's, right, favor are drawing much of their funding from a George Soros-linked dark money group and another Democratic megadonor. (Reuters/AP)

Osborn is being backed by two outside PACs called Retire Career Politicians and the Nebraska Railroaders for Public Safety. The former has spent $3,004,274 on behalf of Osborn and the latter has doled out more than $400,000 in support of his candidacy so far, as well as over $20,000 explicitly against Fischer, according to OpenSecrets.

Both PACs have recently come under scrutiny for their controversial monetary backers. Democrat megadonor and Vice President Kamala Harris supporter Reid Hoffman, who co-founded LinkedIn, gave $50,000 to Nebraska Railroaders for Public Safety last year. 

Sens. Jack Reed, R.I., and Debbie Fischer, R-Neb. (Reuters)

Retire Career Politicians received $800,000 from the controversial dark money group the Sixteen Thirty Fund in a matter of months. The group is operated by left-wing Washington, D.C., political consulting firm, Arabella Advisers.

While the Sixteen Thirty Fund does not reveal its donors' identities, billionaire George Soros' group, the Open Society Foundations, has granted the fund more than $75 million between 2016 and 2022, according to Open Society Foundations' website. 

The Sixteen Thirty Fund also gave $50,000 to the Nebraska Railroaders for Public Safety. 

Democrat donor George Soros has long used his organization to grant money to groups that back Democratic causes and candidates. (Fabrice Coffrini/AFP via Getty Images)

Mike Helmink, the co-founder and treasurer of Nebraska Railroaders for Public Safety told Fox News Digital they "reached out to everybody, anybody and everybody to come in on railroad safety issues and independent politics. And what we found is a lot of people on the progressive side and the Democrat side want to participate. And what we've found is the Republicans have really circled the wagons around Deb and all of the money and all the commits have gone to Deb."

He pointed out that without a Democrat candidate in the race, "a lot of consultants and firms don't have commits if they're more of a Democrat leaning firm."

"We really tried to get everybody and get a cross section and really build an organization going forward. You know, we would like to build this for the future, not just a one time and we're done. You know, we would like to get this and be successful and get a win, get Dan elected and then continue moving forward on the independents and also on railroad safety," he explained.

Fischer told Fox News Digital, "I think Nebraskans are going to be really, really interested in learning more about the dark money that is spending millions of dollars his way." 

"Democrat dark money groups are spending millions of dollars backing Bernie Sanders acolyte Dan Osborn because he is a true radical. Osborn supports amnesty for illegal immigrants, has called for illegal immigrants to fill open jobs in Nebraska instead of Americans, and even wants to give Social Security benefits to illegals. Those aren’t Nebraska values," National Republican Senatorial Committee (NRSC) Communications Director Mike Berg said in a statement. 

One of Osborn's ads notably takes shots at Fischer for donations to her campaign from lobbyists and special interest groups, comparing her to a race car driver with patches on her jacket. "The only thing on the back of my jacket is Nebraska," he said in the spot. 

The independent candidate has made his non-affiliation with a political party central to his campaign. However, this has been dashed by reporting from two outlets suggesting that Osborn was once a Democrat and that he did not consider himself an independent until 2016.

"I became an independent in 2016, really, after the Trump-Hillary debates. I just kind of became disenfranchised with the two parties, and it all seemed a little fake to me," he previously told Semafor.

But his campaign has disputed this and claimed that he was misquoted. Osborn told a local outlet, "We were talking about how traditionally people in labor are Democrats." 

Retire Career Politicians and Osborn's campaign did not provide comment to Fox News Digital in time for publication. 

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We Still Say Grace (2020) Movie Review

We Still Say Grace – Movie Review Director: Brad Helmink, John Rauschelbach Writer: Brad Helmink, John Rauschelbach (Screenplay) Cast Holly Taylor (The Americans) Bruce Davison (X-Men) Arianne Zucker Rita Volk Dallas Hart Frankie Wolf (Monsters and Men) Xavier J Watson Plot: The teenage daughter of a religious fanatic attempts to escape her father’s delusional suicide pact after three…

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Exploring Opportunities for the Independent Artist & Rock Bands in Holland 📢 Insiders! Join us today on the MUBUTV Insider Video Series as we sit down with our Special Guest Frank Helmink from Buma Culture, one of Holland’s leading supporters of Dutch music. We discuss how his company supports new up-and-coming hard rock bands and the various opportunities that exist for hard rock in Holland today. you don’t want to miss it!

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Luuk van Geffen wordt nieuwe directeur Theater De Storm

Luuk van Geffen (46) wordt met ingang van 1 juli de nieuwe directeur van Theater de Storm in Winterswijk. De Arnhemmer was eerder zakelijk directeur van Holland Baroque en heeft grote affiniteit met Winterswijk, waar hij sinds 2018 veel vertoeft met zijn gezin. Van Geffen volgt Marijt Helmink op die in 2021 aantrad als directeur en onlangs te kennen gaf haar functie neer te willen leggen. Helmink…

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Gehe nach draußen, schaue dich um und du stößt quasi auf eine große Neonreklame, die dir zuruft: Auch das geht vorbei. In der Natur ist alles auf Vergänglichkeit ausgelegt.

(Eveline Helmink: Handbuch für miese Tage)

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WE STILL SAY GRACE (2020) Teen tries to escape her fanatical religious father

WE STILL SAY GRACE (2020) Teen tries to escape her fanatical religious father

We Still Say Grace is a 2020 American thriller about a teenage girl that tries to escape from her father’s suicide pact. Written and directed by Brad Helmink and John Rauschelbach. the movie stars Bruce Davison, Holly Taylor, Rita Volk and Arianne Zucker. Produced by Mark Sonoda. Plot: The teenage daughter (Holly Taylor) of a religious fanatic (Bruce Davison) attempts to escape her father’s…

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We Still Say Grace - Poster

No wide release date set.  

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Das Beste am Mond ist, dass wir alle, wo immer wir uns gerade aufhalten und wen immer wir auch vermissen, nachts genau denselben Mond betrachten. Er lässt dich niemals allein, wer oder wo immer du bist.

(Eveline Helmink: Handbuch für miese Tage)

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so recently i’ve gotten a lot more into reading. a book that i am currently working my way through is called “the guide for bad days” by eveline helmink which i would definitely recommend to anyone who’s open to suggestions. i’ve definitely made it a goal for fall semester to build my library so if anyone has any suggestions ( especially horror books) please comment :)

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The Handbook for Bad Days - Eveline Helmink

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Chapter 4

Masterlist/Warnings

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The Trouble With Love Is...

You were so incredibly tired, the hum of the TARDIS around you relaxed you into such a state that you could feel your eyes growing heavy, your body sinking into the hard cushions of the couch. A small smile graced your face as you watched The Master sitting at the small table, piles upon piles of folders stacked upon each other in front of him. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair in frustration before he looked up and met your eyes, his body immediately relaxing and a small smile crossing his face.

“Sleep,” He said simply, “I can feel how tired you are,”

A lazy smile crossed your face as you rolled on your side, your hand tucked under your head, “We should go somewhere nice,” He rose an eyebrow in response, “Given up on Earth have you?” “Maybe I want to stay,” You offered, “But I’m just saying. All I really do is hang around the TARDIS and watch you brood all day," The Master stood up from his table, making his way over to you and crouching down in front of your face, his arms resting under his chin, “There’s a resort planet not to far from here we could go too,” He reached forward and brushed some hair from your face, “Or if you want something more adventurous we could go to the deep forests of Helmink, the grass is aquamarine," "What about something normal?" You offered, slowly sitting up and looking at The Master who had now placed his hands on your knees.

Somewhere between the afternoon in his bedroom and now, you had realized that he had become somewhat more affectionate with you and you allowed it. It would only be small touches, his hand brushing against yours or you gripping his hand tight, but it was enough to feel him relax in the bond. He showed you how grateful he was through the bond even though he would never outwardly show it.

"I know the perfect place," He stated, a large grin growing on his face.

"This is brilliant," You said, looking around at the bustling marketplace. Different scents of food flooded your nostrils making your stomach rumble in protest. Stall holders were shouting over the chatter of customers, the ground below your feet were dusty, covering your black boots and the bottoms of your jeans. You placed your hands in your leather jacket and grinned up at The Master who was watching you, waiting for your approval, "I love markets,"

"Just stay close," He said simply as you both walked side by side down the large pathway. You stopped and looked at stalls filled with books and jewelry, your eyes widening at the kaleidoscope coloring's of some of the gems.

Letting out a loud laugh, you picked up a large deep red cotton-like sheet and held it up, "This is beautiful," You swung it over your shoulders, "Do I look like an old Victorian time widow?" You smirked.

The Master gave a smile at you and reached over, grabbing it and putting it back on the table, "You look lovely," A loud reow came from your feet and you looked down, watching as what looked like a cream colored cat curled itself around your feet. "Hello you," You smiled, bending down and scratching it behind it's ear, "Aren't you a darling?" A loud purr made you raise your eyebrows, not expecting a creature this small to make a sound so loud. A few patrons looked at you before turning back to whatever it was they were doing. "What's a cat doing on this planet?" You asked The Master who was looking at the offending creature with disgust.

"Its not a cat,” He stated simply, looking down at you patting the furry creature with disdain, “Its a Jerkinite. They’re kind of like cats, if cats could unhinged their bottom jaw like a snake and eat up to thirty times their body size,” You smiled as the creature purred and crawled around your feet, “Aw look, it likes me,” “Or it could be sizing you up to eat you,” “Can we keep him? He’s a stray. Look at him he's hungry,” You looked up at The Master who was shaking his head at your antics. The Master rolled his eyes, “No, we have no room for a pet. Besides, that would mean you're getting too comfortable”.

"And what's wrong with that? I thought you wanted me to stay," You argued back.

"Of course I want you to stay. Without a pet. Besides, we don't have the resources on board to look after a stupid mangy animal," He continued, turning on his heel to walk away from you and the creature.

"Sorry dude," You murmured to the still purring creature. You pouted and stood up to your full height, “Fine. But I’m going to sook about it the whole time,” “Fine with me,” He called back.

You both made your way through the marketplace, “This is amazing. Thank you,” You stated, moving closer to him and lacing your hand into his own. He could feel your elation, your happiness, through the bond. It was also spread across your face, making his own smile arise. You wrapped your arm around his and pulled yourself close, “What is that smell?” You asked, smelling a delicious sweet tang in the air. He pulled you towards a stall where a large piece of green meat was sitting in a drum, smoke gathering around it. He began speaking to the stall holder, leaving to you look at the stall next to it, gently touching the small pieces of jewelry laying on the satin cloths. “Jewelry for your lover perhaps?” The elderly lady said simply, showing you an array of intricately designed men’s rings. You looked over at The Master who was still waiting for the food he had ordered and turned back to the lady, “I don’t think he’s the jewelry wearing type,” “Something to remember you by perhaps?” She tried again, your eyes narrowed at her grinning face. You felt the tightening in your chest for a moment before again shaking your head, “Nah, I think he’ll be sick of me leaving remnants around his ship. Turning it too feminine he says,” You rolled your eyes and picked up a necklace, your thumb tracing over the feathers. The elderly lady laughed, “Perhaps you’re going to need something to remember him by,” She picked up a small round dome and held it out for you, “Take this with my regards,” She placed it in your hand, and a type of warmth ran up your arm making you flinch away from her, “Its okay. Just keep this on you. Fill it with all the memories you can,"Her face darkened, "Because you’re going to need it,”

You swallowed deeply and eyed the ball in your hand, a sense of uneasiness coming over you. You felt his presence behind you, his hand going to rest on your lower back, “Problem?” He asked simply, his eyes narrowing at the woman. “None at all,” The woman stated, “Just showing the lovely pieces I got from Galaxy 12,” He looked down at you, noticing you were still holding the ball and grabbed it from your hand, “Where did you get this?” “The lady gave it to me. Something about memories,” He nodded, twirling the ball between his fingers, “A type of memory ball. Different types come from different cultures. Some dangerous, some not,” “This one?” You nodded, eyeing the purple smoke that was glowing inside it. “A child's toy,” He handed it back to you and you placed it in your pocket, the warmth still seeping in your skin. He grabbed your hand and continued to make your way through the marketplace, “You need to be careful with places like this. Very dangerous to wander off on your own if you don’t know what you’re doing,” You shrugged your shoulders, “You forget that I traveled with The Doctor. Pretty sure dangerous is her middle name. Not to mention travelling with you,” “I’m trying to keep you safe,” He turned to you, his brown eyes meeting yours. His fingers were still laced with your own, making a small smile cross your face. “Who'd have thought. The big bad Master falling in love with the human,” You joked. He gave a tight smile, “You’re not just any human though are you?” You opened your mouth to say something, but were abruptly cut off by The Master dragging you back towards the TARDIS. "Come on, it's getting late," On the porch, there sat the creature you were patting earlier, “Oh this is fate,” You laughed as you jogged up to the door, kneeling down to pat the creature, the Jerkinite moving to you and purring as it once again began to wrap around your hands and climb into your lap, “Please? Can we keep him? He’s so sweet,” The Master walked up to you with a roll of his eyes, “No,” “Please?” “No,” You picked it up and it began to purr louder, “Oh come on. He’s a sweetheart,” The Master placed his hands in his pockets and watched you, feeling the joy through the bond. He let out a sigh and moved past you, unlocking the front door, “Do you even know what they eat?” “Cat food?” You offered, picking it up and following The Master into the TARDIS. You noticed that The Master had realized that you had taken the creature in but didn't say anything to deter you. A grin overcame your face at the realization that he was only allowing this because it made you happy. Your heart fluttered at the thought of him putting aside his own annoyances for you. The Master watched as you sat on the couch, the creature curling up into a ball on your lap, “Something much larger than cat food. Think whole creatures,” You scratched behind it��s floppy ears, “Well then, I suppose we should find it some food then,” You looked up at your soulmate, “What should we name him?” “No. What should you name him. I’m completely opposed to it being here,” The Master flicked a few switches before the TARDIS was back in flight. “He looks like a Jeremy,” You stated simply. The Master turned to you, a dry look on his face, “Jeremy?” He moved closer to you, “You want to name one of the most dangerous creatures in the universe Jeremy,”

“Yes,”. He fell into the couch next to you, “Its a stupid name,” “So is The Master but somehow you’ve made that work for ya,” You countered, ignoring the surge of annoyance through the bond. With a roll of his eyes, The Master stood up and made his way out of the console room, leaving you and Jeremy on the couch together.

You sat calmly across from him, your legs crossed with your elbows resting on your knees. In all the years that you had known The Master, never once had you seen him look so lost, so dejected. His hair had fallen in front of his face, his eyes downtrodden, his jaw clenching. Through the bond, you could feel the raw pain and anguish. You could feel the sheer need to scream and yell and throw things, but for your sake, he was sitting seemingly calm across from you.  It had started hours earlier, while you were sitting on the couch petting the new member of your group feeding it small pieces of Earth meat from your hand, you had felt an indescribable pain in your chest. It made you knees buckle and the breath leave your chest.  You rushed down the corridor to The Master’s room to see him throwing things around, his voice going hoarse from yelling. It wasn’t until you called his name and wrapped your arms around him did he finally stop. Falling to his knees in anguish.  He told you that everything he knew about his life was a lie, everything he once believed in was a lie.  That you were the only thing that he believed in anymore. “You were the only thing that kept me going,” He began, making your heart clench in pain; “There were times when I couldn’t do it anymore, I didn’t want to feel like this anymore; but sometimes I would feel you trickle through the bond. I don’t know how, but sometimes I would feel such a pure happiness come from you that it made me keep going. It was enough to keep me hanging on,” Cautiously, you reached forward and gently grabbed his hand, turning it upwards and lacing your fingers through his lager ones; “Sometimes,” You began carefully, swallowing deeply, “Growing up. Sometimes I’d feel such a profound sadness, an unnatural sadness. It was like this-this hollowness that I couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard I tried,” Your eyes met his brown eyes, unshed tears filling the dark orbs; “Was that you?” You whispered, looking back down at your entwined hand. “I’m sorry,” He croaked out, two stray tears falling down his cheeks, “I never wanted-” He looked away, moving his hand to quickly remove the tears, “In this whole universe, you were the one person I didn’t want to hurt. Not ever,” Biting your lip, you wondered how you could phrase this next part. How to make him see that somewhere, deep inside, that there was something good there; “The incarnations of you I met, even when I first met you, you put me through some horrible things,” You watched as he clenched his eyes shut, as if he was trying to ignore what you were saying, “But you never once harmed me. You never once allowed me to be harmed. He loved me in a way like he already knew me even though it was my first time meeting him,” You moved your face so his eyes would meet yours, “He knew me before I knew him,” You reached up and caressed his face, watching as his face relaxed and moved into your hand, “He knew me from you,” A small smile crossed your lips, “He loved me because you loved me,” You watched as he moved his face further into your hand, like a child needing his mother’s comfort. He gave a nod and another tear fell down his cheeks, he pressed his lips against the inside of your palm, cautiously, as if he was expecting you to be horrified by the thought. Horrified to know that this heartless and soulless monster was in love with the human. “Look at me,” You whispered, moving your thumb to wipe away his tears. His brown eyes met yours, “You’re my soulmate. Two sides of the same coin,” You rested your head against his, “I love you. My Master,” You whispered. He let out a small whimper before moving forward and roughly pressing his lips against yours. You felt him grip your cheeks before running his hands to your neck and gripping on to the back of your hair, like he needed something to ground him, something to remind him that you were there.

You pushed forward and deepened the kiss, moaning slightly when he followed suit. Your hands ran down his dark blue dress shirt, fingers lightly touching his buttons before resting on the bottom one and unbuttoning it. He let out a small growl before pushing you on to your back, his hair falling into his face and his brown eyes watching you carefully, "Do you mean it?" He asked quietly.

"I love you," You replied equally soft, but just as reassuring.

He pressed his lips to yours once again, gentle hands removing the layers between you until you both had become a single soul.

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