#kuiken

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ready to jump! by Bart Hardorff Via Flickr:

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er waren piep kleine kuikentjes in het Tierpark

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#Debatten

Eltje Doddema

[chantalvdreijden]

Don't piss mama off... 😉 #angrybirds #chicken #mama #babies #kuiken #kuikentjes #kip #decoration #decoratie #portrait #portret #animal #animals #hay #hooibaal #hooi #lovephotography #photographer #photography #fotografie #fotograferen https://www.instagram.com/p/CoXXZwJIfuo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[theories-of]

Olivia van Kuiken

[mikesfilmtalk]

Helemaal het Einde (2024) AKA The Complete End: Love

The 2024 Dutch Independent short film Helemaal het Einde, or The Complete End, is about love. It is also about fighting for what we want and, just perhaps, about how not to act during an apparent apocalypse. Writers and actors Natasja Schaafsma, Isis Caljé, Joyce Tevreden give us an almost claustrophobic yet jam packed look at eight minutes of injury, pain, love and death. Not bad for a project…

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Olivia van Kuiken by Rachel Rosin

Paintings that work between the personal and the universal.

[xxsycamore]

✨The Sunshine Syndrome

╰┈➤ 🎂 "Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

Sebastian x Reader; ft. all the mansion residents • rating: G • tags: Birthday Fluff; Humor; everyone being silly goofy • wordcount: 1,453 • masterlist

a/n: and again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY INKY!!!! 🎉🎉🎉@inkys-garden I was wondering what to tell you about Sebas celebrating your birthday, and it suddenly turned into fic plot so here we are :DD HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ❤❤❤

It's another beautiful day of your life in 19th century Paris, in the neat little mansion up the hill that you call a home, just you and your lover and your 8 housemates who are reincarnated vampires and your sugar daddy landlord whose wealth you all live off. A day like any other, it might seem, except, today is the day you were born. Well, the day you will be born, if you have to take the time travel into account… your suggestion to place a minus in front of your age on the cake this year was met with disapproval by your lover Sebastian. "We can do the same for your age!" You said, but Sebastian wasn't really interested.

Content and excited for the day to unfold, you've already put your cutest outfit on, made a little spin in front of the mirror and exited your room to head downstairs. Strangely, Sebastian didn't wake you up earlier this morning, despite your wish to come help him with chores like always. He must have let you get some more shut-eye because it's your special day. He really shouldn't have to!

Huh. It's strange, you can swear you're hearing a cheerful melody coming from the dining room. Speeding up your step that already had a bit of spring to it, your curiosity makes you push the doors open without a second thought.

"YOU CAN DANCEEE!"

"YOU CAN JIVE!"

"Having the time of your lifeee!"

Wait, what! Why is everyone here, spreading jam on toasts, smiling at each other, why is Mozart smiling at all, and why on earth are they singing Abba?! "Oh, you're awake! We've been all waiting for you!" Sebas suddenly notices you, giving you the softest smile while gesturing you to come closer.

"There's the birthday girl. Heh, had a good night's sleep, cara-mia?

Previously, you thought you did. Now you're wondering if you're STILL sleeping.

"I, uh, I guess so? I did sleep very well… I thought I'd be awake much earlier though! But that aside, what are you-"

Theo interrupts you, thrusting a plate with warm pancakes into your hands.

"Good morning, kuiken, this is for you, I left some pancakes for you. Happy Birthday. Sorry I wasn't around to wish you a Happy Birthday last night, I hope you had fun with the others."

"Oh! That's- Theo, please, I understand you're a busy man- wait, how did you call me?!"

"A baby chick. I figured hondje might be a bit too rude so I'm switching to kuiken. It suits you more."

H-Huuuh!

"Okay then, thank you for being so considerate! But still, what are you guys all doing here, singing and all?!"

Jean of all people speaks up, pulling out the chair next to him so you can take a seat. You do so with curiosity, seeing his sincere little smile.

"It happened spontaneously, mademoiselle. It seems like we all had the same sudden idea to have breakfast together for a change. I was a bit reluctant about joining, but Sebastian showed me how easy it is to make these toasts with jam. I think I should consider joining you around the table more often."

You're utterly moved by Jean's sudden change of heart, and his face is so angelic in this moment. You've been waiting for him to take this step for so long, and here he took a leap!

"Amazing, isn't he?" Dazai startles you by placing a hand on your shoulder from behind. "I want to seal this version of our Jean in one of my future writings. I feel like writing something happy and light for a change, I wonder why is that?"

You understand Dazai's sentiment, as surprising as it is to hear the last part of what he said. With a mood like this, it seems like everyone's in good spirits.

"They say an apple a day keeps the doctor away, yet here you are…" Isaac rolls his eyes at Arthur, holding up an apple in his hand as if to emphasize his point. Arthur blinks at him, not used to the physicist weaponizing the very same thing that has been used against him so often before. He feels inclined to ask, trying his best lighthearted but simultaneously teasing tone, without a real bite to it.

"You do understand that's just a saying, Isaac? It hasn't been scientifically proven."

Isaac smiles at him, shrugging his shoulders. "I was just joking."

You watch the exchange with the same bewilderment as everything else happening around you, and that's when the door opens again to reveal a yawning Napoleon. Oh, you didn't realize he was missing from the impromptu house meeting!

"'Morning. I don't remember the last time I slept so much…"

"Good Morning, Monsieur Napoleon! We all decided to let you sleep in for as long as you want to today. Your second life here is all about relaxing, after all. It seems like you've enjoyed it!"

"Oh, that's strange, last time I checked it wasn't my birthday today?" Napoleon smirks, running a hand through his unruly hair, and winks at you.

"Why did we stop singing? I need to remember the rhythm for my composition. Otherwise, I'll have to let you all in my music room later and… well, maybe if you agree to behave we can move our choir there actually." Mozart smiles behind his cup of tea, surprisingly considering the idea.

"Yay, I've been waiting for a chance to visit the music room!" Exclaims Vincent, just a tad louder than how he usually shows his joy.

Watching them all be so happy, to the point where even Comte cares little about keeping his chuckles in the usual gentlemanly tone and Leonardo barely bickers with him over it, you find yourself overwhelmed with the giddy feeling that fills the room. All you want to do right now is join in the good mood, enjoying this moment to the fullest, but you want one last grounding moment with Sebastian before you do that. So you pull him to the kitchen, away from the rowdy residents, and ask once again how did this happen.

"I taught them Dancing Queen because I thought it was fitting of the mood."

"I'm not asking about this!!"

Sebastian smiles at you, gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"Do you remember what you wished for, last night when you blew the candles?"

The memory floods your mind at once, all confetti and the sound of several people singing you Happy Birthday. They quite literally bombarded you with wishes, compliments, telling you how big of a sunshine you are, how you're the most cheerful and bubbly person they know. In the heat of the moment, you said you wish they could all feel how happy you truly are in this moment. You wished it could stay like that forever; all smiles and fun and games.

You gasp.

"Am I… infectious?!"

"I'm afraid you are. Look around you. My dear, your sunshine syndrome could reach faraway kingdoms and melt the heart of any cold-blooded prince, turn the ruthless tiger into a playful little kitten. This is how you are."

"S-Sebas!! This could be very bad, what about-"

"Let's not think about the future. Things are amazing the way they are right now. We have to live in the moment."

"Sebas!!"

"You and I won't be doing any chores today. Or tomorrow for that matter. Or the day after. We should focus on enjoying life and partying."

"THE MANSION IS GOING TO CRUMBLE TO DUST!!"

***

"My dear, are you alright? Just what kind of dreams are you having? Why is the mansion going to crumble to dust?"

You wake up to Sebastian caressing your face, trying to shake off your dreams. Your…dreams?!

"Sebas… oh my god…"

"Was it a nightmare? It's over now." Sebastian leans down and places a kiss on your forehead, before standing to his feet. "You can lounge around for a little longer, but come to the kitchen when you're ready. It might be your birthday but we still have a long day ahead of us!"

You rub your closed eyes, still finding it hard not to mix dreams with reality. You're almost glad to see him so much… like himself, even if it means doing chores with him again. "Mm, I'll be there in fifteen minutes…"

"I'm supposed to keep this a secret, but… I want to be selfish and see your surprised and happy face while we're still alone. The residents all promised to come to breakfast today, and even help preparing it!"

You blink.

No.

This can't be.

"…Could we sing too?"

"Perhaps we can. If our masters are feeling up to it."

"YAAY!"

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[zoueriemandzijnopmars]

Ja, ze zijn allemaal vooral pissig op de vvd om hun “opstelling” de laatste weken. Maar ik denk dat nu Rutte weggaat het ook een beetje prijsschieten wordt, want ik denk dat Rutte veel stemmen naar de VVD trok en die mensen proberen ze nu natuurlijk voor zich te winnen

[de-mykel]

Olivia van Kuiken. Untitled, 2022-23.

oil on canvas

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 30

word count: 382

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

August 31, 1989

Dear Will,

I just moved to Indianapolis today. My parents left a few hours ago, and I’ve been at my desk, staring into space ever since. It’s like I don’t know what to do with myself. I don’t think it’s set in for me quite yet that I’m living away from home. I’ve lived on Maple Street my entire life, and now my entire life has been crammed into a hundred square foot dorm room. It’s definitely going to take some getting used to.

I packed The Painting™ and a bunch of your art in hopes that I’d be able to decorate my space a little bit, but I couldn’t go through with it. It’s too difficult. I tried hanging everything up, but… I might’ve cried a little bit. Yeah. I know. Pathetic, right? Right. Goddamn it, I feel like I’m talking to a wall. And I kind of am; I glance up at the wall every time I try and think about what to write next. So I guess that makes this version of you… Wall Will™? Ugh. I hate myself. The only thing I can stomach having in my line of view is that photo of us on your bike. I don’t have the heart to throw it away.

I miss you. I miss you every day. These past few weeks have been absolutely awful. I’ve been begging our friends for information, but no dice. Speaking of dice; I hope you kept yours. You know, because you’re probably going to find some like-minded individuals wherever the hell you are and join another party. It’ll probably feel good to get some payback for my time in Hellfire. Lord knows I deserve it.

My roommate is nice. His name is Elvis. Yes, as in Presley. But his last name is Kuiken. It’s Dutch, I think. He’s a huge fan of David Bowie, so you guys would probably get along well. You’d like him. He’s a senior, so he’s pretty well versed in the ins and outs of college and offered to give me an initiation of sorts. He’s taking me to my first party tomorrow night, so I’m hoping it’ll help in starting the semester on a high note. I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.

Love,

Mike

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Boerderijklassen... het zit er (spijtig genoeg) alweer op!

Met de ganse klas keken we heel erg uit naar deze twee dagen. En het stelde helemaal niet teleur!

De eerste dag bracht Claudine ons naar Pierlapont in Loppem. Na een warme ontvangst op de boerderij deden we een ritje op de pony, gingen we mee met de boer op toer, bakten we brood, volgden het Pierlapad en gingen we op tocht met de huifkar. Met de zon op onze snoet speelden we buiten en werkten we mee op de boerderij! Nadien gingen we langs op de boerderij van Dries & Evelyn. Boer Dries toonde ons de werking van zijn boerderij. We telden 200 koeien, maakten kennis met zijn machines (en mochten zelfs even in de tractor plaatsnemen...!) en we mochten proeven van de meest verse melk ter wereld. Te voet stapten we naar school waar we ons bed maakten en wat nagenoten op de speelplaats. Nadat juf An en Steffie (de vrouw van onze meester) ons trakteerden op heerlijke spaghetti keken we in de klas naar een leuke film.

Een nacht in de turnzaal... spannend! Maar toch was het heel snel stil in onze slaapzaal. Misschien zat de vermoeidheid daar voor iets tussen?

De tweede dag zetten we in met een muziekje. De één was al sneller wakker dan de ander maar samen slaagden we er snel in om onze bedden terug af te breken en te genieten van een heerlijk ontbijt (dankjewel mama en papa van Marley!).

Nadien gingen we terug op pad. Claudine bracht ons naar het Kakelend Kippenmuseum. De druppels in de lucht hielden ons niet tegen! We zagen ontzettend veel meer dan enkel kippen: van struisvogels tot dromedarissen, van papegaaien tot ezels. De boerin vertelde ons erg interessante zaken over het leven van een kip - zo maakten we live de geboorte van een kuiken uit een ei mee! We knuffelden nog wat met de geitjes (wat niet iedereen durfde) en nadien bracht Claudine ons helemaal terug naar school.

In de klas genoten we nog wat na en dan was het alweer tijd om onze mama's en papa's welverdiend terug in de armen te vliegen. Of het een toptijd was? Absoluut! Dankjewel aan de papa van Meester Arne om twee dagen met ons mee te gaan, meester Luk om ons gezelschap te houden, juf An voor de heerlijke maaltijden en hulp, Claudine om ons overal naartoe te rijden, meester Diego voor de hulp, de vrouw van meester Arne voor de hulp, Dries en Evelyn, Pierlapont en het Kakelend Kippenmuseum. Ook nog eens een enorm grote dank aan de ouders voor het vertrouwen en aan alle leerlingen uit de Berghut: jullie zijn de allerbeste!

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[grijsblauwebloemen]

In het bos hoor ik een kreet van een schepsel nog onbekend

Ik stap over stenen, struikel over de wortels van de wilgen en stoot mijn hoofd meerdermaal aan de uitstekende takken

Onderweg spot ik nog wat slakken

Vredig in hun huisje en niet wetend wat ik tegen zal gaan komen als ik de bron van het geluid gevonden heb

Bij de oever staat een imposante zwaan

Een jachthond of twee blijven voor haar staan

Geblaf en geschreeuw gaat er door mijn oren

Ik zie in een oogopslag haar jonge kuikens die misschien gisteren zijn geboren

Ik ruik het bloed en wil dat de wereld nu stopt met draaien

[metal-stills]

Job for a Cowboy - The Forever Rot

Metal Blade Records

2024

Directed by : Nick Shinz, K. Hunter Lamar & Jonny Davy Produced by: Nick Shinz & Jonny Davy Special Effects: Alicia Kuiken, Nick Shinz & Landon Meier Key Makeup Artist: Alicia Kuiken Cinematography: Kyle Lamar & Digital Myle

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