#niet fit

[dutchjan]

Oktober 28, 2023

[vivwritesfics]

Mini Me

With how shitty my life is rn, I keep having these depressive episodes. Turns out my depressive episodes breed fluff

Max's six year old son has just started karting and his wife has to take him. Boy oh boy, does he miss his wife and son.

"So, Max, can we expect to see your little one around the paddock today?"

Ever since the day he was born, Fabian Verstappen had been seen with his parents around the Formula One paddock. He was always smiling and waving at those he knew and those he didn't. Fabian Verstappen was the happiest boy around.

Max was very proud of his boy. He showed him off to whoever he could. When he was young, he sat on Max's hip while he completed interviews and such.

Fabian was Max's number one supporter (Tied only by Max's wife and Fabians mother, Y/N. She followed him around the world three times before agreeing to marry him. It was a year long engagement, and in that time Y/N found out she was pregnant. They managed to keep it hidden until after their wedding, although Y/N did have to get a dress that better fit her bump).

There was a year between Fabian being born and him being able to attend his first race. Christian was happy to get him fitted out in Red bull Racing merchandise. He got his own little hat and a too large Red bull shirt with a thirty three on it (Max had lost that years championship. Red bull had won the constructors but Max had just missed out on the WDC. Red bull had worked out the kinks in the car and Max was bound to win this year, just as he had the previous year).

This year was the first year Fabian and Y/N weren't there to cheer Max on. And interviewers certainly picked up on it.

"Uh, no," Max answered when they asked about Fabian. "He and my wife are at a karting event right now."

The interviewer gave him a nod. "Following in your footsteps perhaps?"

Letting out a laugh, Max nodded his head. "We can only hope," he said.

"Do you think we'll be seeing him in a Red bull Racing suit in the next fifteen years?"

Again, Max nodded his head. "If he's anything like his dad, he'll be in a Red bull Racing suit before that," he said and adjusted the cap on his head.

Max left the interview and checked his phone. As much as he wanted Fabian and Y/N at his race, he knew how important karting was to his son.

Max has always been Fabian's hero. His first full sentence was 'I wanna be like daddy'. Max and Y/N did whatever they could to make Fabian's dream come true.

The one thing Fabian wanted but he couldn't have was to have his daddy at his karting races, watching him. There had been a lot of screaming and crying while Max and Y/N tried to explain to him why his father couldn't be there.

But Fabian had made friends at his Karting matches. He and the other kids he had raced against got along like peas in a pod. Fabian's first ever play date was with his karting friends. Some of them had been sat with their eyes and mouths wide open while Max brought them juice. They couldn't believe he, their hero and favourite driver, was Fabian's dad.

Max pulled out his phone and checked his messages. Nothing from his wife yet, but Fabian's race should have been done, he realised when he checked the time.

Dialling her number, Max pressed his phone to his ear.

It took Y/N a moment to pick up. "Hey handsome," she said in a chipper voice when she picked up the phone. Her voice was distant and slightly distorted, and Max realised she was in the car.

"Hello, Liefje. How's our little racer?" He asked her.

"Daddy! Daddy!" Came Fabian's voice. "I won! I won! I won!" He shouted.

Well, that answered Max's question. His cheeks were warm as he smiled, listening to his son. "Ik ben zo trots op je, mijn jongen. Ik kan niet wachten om jullie twee weer te zien!" (I'm so proud of you, my boy. I can't wait to see you too again!)

There was a moment before Fabian responded. He was fluent in English and French, but he was only good at Dutch. It still took him some time before he could work out what Max was saying and respond.

"Papa, ik... heb een... trofee." (Daddy, I got a trophy.)

There was a certain sense of joy that filled Max whenever Fabian answered him in Dutch. "Fabi, make sure mommy sends me a picture of your trophy," he said.

"I will do, Maxy," Y/N responded for the little boy. "Fabi, what do we say to papa?"

Again, Fabian was quiet for a moment. "Oh!" He suddenly cried from the back of the car. "Good luck with your race, Papa! Maybe you can win like me!"

The Verstappens laughed.

"Good luck, Max. Call me after you've won."

"I will, Liefje. I love you."

"I love you too."

Max hung up the phone after that. He his qualifying to get ready for. As he got ready, though, he spent the entire time thinking about his wife and son. He checked his phone constantly, waiting for Y/N to send over the picture of Fabian and his trophy.

No father had ever been prouder of his little boy than Max. Fabian was his everything and he couldn't wait to see him in the big leagues. Who knows, maybe Max would still be racing alongside him. Maybe he'd have Horner's job, team principle of Red bull Racing while his son raced as their number one driver.

No matter what, Max would always be Fabian's number one supporter.

[iamafanofcartoons]

Psychogator gives us "The Waiting Room" with Ruby Rose, Claire Redfield, Heavy, and Hellboy.

Somewhere in an omni-dimensional realm: The Merchant's Inventory...

(Claire Redfield finds herself in the bright room, where she sees the other three characters sitting on their seats. They seem to be waiting for the same thing she is. She just sits on her seat, taking a magazine and tries to read...though she can't help but feel curious)

Claire: *To Ruby* So...what are you supposed to be? Some kind of Red Riding Hood?

Ruby: Huh? Oh, my name's Ruby. I'm kind of a monster hunter.

Claire: And you...? Red Guy?

Hellboy: "Red Guy"? Really?

C: You some kind of demon? Who I guess also hunts demons?

H: That's kind of leaving out important details, but...yeah. That's the gist of it.

C: And the other guy's some of mercenary.

Heavy: I am Heavy Weapons Guy. I was commissioned to Red Team.

C: And none of you are weirded out by this?

R: Mmm...Nope.

Heavy: Niet.

Hellboy: Trust me. I've found weirder things in weirder worlds than this.

C: Okay, then...

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Claire: So, how did you guys hear about this place?

Hellboy: I was recommended to it by a friend of mine, and I was pretty much okay going into any place that can cook up a good new firearm for me. No questions asked.

Heavy: My Soldier friend brought here one day.

R: A Blacksmith Lady give me a ticket for a dimensional-traveling gig. I told them I just wanted to see cool weapons instead of just being around people. That's what's school's for.

Heavy: Da. School is good, Tiny Sniper. Where do you go?

R: Ever heard of Beacon Academy?

Heavy: I do not. This is good school?

R: *sigh* It's the BEST. You can learn how to fight monsters, how to work as a team, but the only bad thing is learning about history and stuff.

Heavy: Learning is good. I went to Soviet College of Mines, Farms, and Science. I have PHD on Russian Literature.

Claire: Do you...use that in your line of work?

Heavy: More than you think. *Turns to Hellboy* Hell-Man, what is your favorite enemy to kill in war?

Hellboy: I don't know about "war", but...I think my favorite enemy is probably giants. Either normal giants or gods, it's all the same to me. It makes things a lot more challenging.

Heavy: Killing giant robots is good thing, but to kill Spy is glorious thing! Brings glory to team! What about you, Little Rose? You are killing type.

Ruby: MY favorite enemy? I-I don't know. Beowolves, Ursas, Nevermores, Geists...It's like choosing what my favorite kind of cookie is!

Heavy: Hahaha! I like you, Tiny Sniper!

Claire: I got a few enemies I've come across. A few lickers and an asshole tyrant are kind of a breath of fresh air after swarms of zombies.

Heavy: Do Lickers disguise as best friend and stab you in the back?

Claire: Well, no, but...I have lost a few good friends to worse...

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Ruby: *Turns to Heavy* Why do you call me "Tiny Sniper"?

Heavy: You are tiny and Sniper, no? You wear red, fitting for RED Team. Your gun hits like Machina. You earn this by being futuristic killer. You should try out for RED Team.

Ruby: I guess that could be fun. I mean, If I'm only there to kill monsters and robots and not...you know, people.

Heavy: Da. This is good for you. I suggest helping us against Gray Manns' robots and Merasmus' undead. You will kill many of them before dying, I think.

Ruby: I hope it doesn't come to that. Yang will get pretty worried if I do.

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Hellboy: So, Redfield, what heat do you usually carry?

Claire: Anything I can get my hands on, really. Shotguns, grenade launchers, miniguns, secret weapons with infinite ammo. That sort of stuff. Usually, though, I rely on a good handgun or two, like my brother's Samurai Edge. What about you? You seem to carry a lot in that coat.

Hellboy: Well, it's your usual monster-killing stuff. Brimstone Grenades, Valisia's Gift, Agrippa's charms, but most of the time, I often rely on my Good Samaritan. I'm not a good shot, but it uses really big bullets.

Ruby: What rounds do you even use for them to be that big? That sounds like something that my Crescent Rose uses.

Hellboy: I usually use custom-made 22 millimeter Whoppers. Made them, myself. Holy water, clove leaf, silver shavings, white oak...the works.

Heavy: Hmph. Not much to be of use for Sasha.

Hellboy: Yeah? What rounds do you use?

Heavy: BIG.

Claire: Are we talking .300 Weatherby Mag?

Heavy: Bigger.

Ruby: .50 Cal?

Heavy: Bigger than .50 Cal. They are handmade, custom-tooled cartridges with classified diameter.

Hellboy: Geez. Why's that?

Heavy: So enemy cannot use ammunition...but Sasha can chew through THEIRS.

Ruby: That sounds...SO. COOL! Love

Heavy: *nods* I think so.

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Hellboy: *To Ruby* So, Ruby, what's this "Crescent Rose" of yours? Some kind of a gun?

Ruby: Oh, my sweetheart is more than just a gun. It's a customizable, high-impact sniper rifle that's also a mechanical scythe. It pretty much uses .50 Cal bullets built with Dust.

Hellboy: *cocks a brow, unimpressed* Dust.

Ruby: Fire Dust, Ice Dust, Electric Dust...I can use Gravity Dust to launch myself like a missile. And if there's one thing you need to know about me, it's that I'm not slow.

Claire: You just "launch" yourself with your gun? That sounds...dangerously irresponsible.

Heavy: I know of this. Soldier does this with rocket launcher all the time.

Ruby: Yeah, but I usually have a semblance, or "superpower", to use speed. I usually do this to outpace monsters WAY bigger than me! I move around like a blur!

Hellboy: So, your world has weapons that are also guns, bullets that use magic, and you fight monsters bigger and deadlier than you.

Ruby: Yeah! Killing monsters is the coolest thing to do in the world! *Realizes it's Hellboy* Oh. Um...I hope I didn't offend you.

Hellboy: Offend me? *He smirks, genuinely excited* You just made my winter!

www.deviantart.com/psychogator/art/The-Waiting-Room-997558423

[walhella]

Na 4 jaar vechten met mijn lichaamsbeeld, waarbij ik eerst ferm bijkwam en teveel woog, naar 20 kilo dalen door depressie en ineens ondergewicht hebben, ben ik vandaag op een gezond en naar mijn gevoel ideaal gewicht. Na 6 maanden fitness begin ik resultaat te zien van mijn harde werk en ben ik eindelijk (bijna) helemaal tevreden als ik in de spiegel kijk.

Ik durf vaak niks delen over mijn lichaam, omdat iedereen telkens maar benadrukt dat ik niets te klagen heb, maar wat mensen niet zien is dat ik ook al lang struggle met mijn lichaamsbeeld en gezondheid, en dat ik heel hard gewerkt heb om hier te staan vandaag. Ik sport, let op mijn voeding en kijk veel te vaak naar de weegschaal om te controleren dat ik op gewicht blijf. Dat laatste is een blijvend probleem, gecreëerd door het snelle schommelingen in gewicht, en anderen die me zaken zeiden zoals toen ik kilo's verloor door ziek te zijn: 'Je ziet er beter uit, je was wel echt te zwaar hé.'

Ik wou dit delen om aan te tonen dat het niet is omdat je lichaam 'perfect' oké lijkt, daar geen verhaal, geen worsteling of negativiteit achter zit.

Wees mild voor elkaar. De buitenkant is slechts dat.

[franavu]

Met de Regen op Weg

So, there was a comment in the fireside chat (the worlds beyond number patreon is absolutely worth it, btw) about translating the Rain Road song.

And I thought, well I do the occasional fantranslation and the Netherlands has a long history of songs about the sea, and it's a beautiful song...

So I translated it to Dutch. I have never translated any songs before, but to my limited ear it fits fairly well with the music. It's by necessity a pretty loose translation, but I think I got the vibe mostly right. I'm actually quite proud of it.

So "Rain Road" in Dutch:

Met de Regen op Weg

Waar de golf de hand van ‘t groen geraakt En het bos de kalme zee Vertrouwen wij op het getij En liefde eeuwenoud (refrein) Leg je deken op de bosgrond neer En de woeste golf, die beukt niet meer En omarm mij, lief, wie gauw zal gaan Met de regen op de weg naar zee (brug) Zaait de zoute wind in kille grond? Waaien zomers aan ons weg? Scheuren stormen ons toch uit elkaar? Met wal en hemelblauw? (refrein) Ik ben de deken die op bosgrond ligt Ik ben de kalme golf, die niet meer beukt En omarm mij, lief, dat gauw moet gaan Met de regen op de weg naar zee Met de regen op de weg naar zee

[dani-dance]

Assigning Just Dance coaches some of the Dutch songs I want in Just Dance

Wanderlust: Automatisch ("Automatic") by FLEMMING. Just incredibly good vibes, fits with his style.

Sara: Dromendans ("Dream Dance") by Vinzzent. First considered this for Wanderlust but I think Sara would also be great for this one! It's a bit goofy but I think she'd really just shine in this one as like, happy and having such a view of the wonder of the Danceverses

Mihaly: Wit Licht ("White Light") by Jeroen van Koningsbrugge. An epic song that I think fits with Mihaly's connection with the flow. Alternatively, because I could not fully decide: Hou Me Vast ("Hold Me") by MEAU

Brezziana: now the problem here is that there's none in the playlist that really fit the music style she usually gets paired with. However, in terms of message: Hoger Harder Verder ("Higher Faster Further") by 3JS.

Jack: a curveball: Oceaan ("Ocean") by Racoon, or Harder Dan Ik Hebben Kan ("More Than I Can Handle") by BLØF.

Specifically a Jack and Wanderlust duet: Pak Maar M'n Hand ("Just Take My Hand") by Nick & Simon. A good song about not having to do everything yourself and sharing your struggles with others so you can overcome them together, featuring such lyrics as "you can't carry the world on your own" and "it's not a problem if you want to prove yourself time after time, but you can't do it alone". And as a bonus, it's a really nice parallel to their gold move in Majesty. This song is so Wanderrose coded to me I might translate the full lyrics at some point.

Cygnus: Ladada (Mon Dernier Mot) by Claude. Tbh just look up a translation of the song. And it works with his dance style too! Could honestly also be used for Jack, but idk I think I like it better for Cygnus.

Rasputin and the Bride: Mannenharten ("Men's Hearts") by BLØF, Nielson. I think it would be a pretty good song that could take place after Sweet But Pyscho and IAMOM.

The coaches from Wet Tennis and Woof: Sterrenstof ("Stardust") by De Jeugd Van Tegenwoordig. Idk I think they should get to vibe to DJVT songs I think they'd have fun with it

Bittersweet song at the end of the current storymode arc (like, when we stop the main arc with the Just Dancers and maybe get a new cast in the next storymode): Treur Niet (Ode Aan Het Leven) ("Don't Grieve (Ode To Life)") by Diggy Dex, JW Roy. I'm not explaining this any further just. If you know the song you know what I mean by this. If not, go listen to it and/or look up the lyrics.

There are more songs than just these in my playlist so def go check it out! :D Also if your favourite character is in this list go listen to your assigned song right now :)

[queeranarchism]

Tante Ben, children’s poem by Pim Lammers. In Dutch:

Tante Ben Soms vragen kinderen aan mij: is je tante een man of een vrouw? Maar ik weet het niet: tante Ben draagt jurken, alleen nooit roze, altijd blauw. Tante Ben heeft een hagedis met de naam Otje, drinkt cassis bij het ontbijt, neemt de telefoon op met 'Wat mot je?', heeft een driedagenbaard. draagt lippenstift en is dol op mokkataart. Tante Ben speelt viool, spaart postzegels, heeft een hoge stem, tienduizend volgers op instagram, een zeilboot, een ligfiets. maar goed. dat zegt natuurlijk niets. Tante Ben past nergens bij, valt in elk hokje uit de toon. Dus ik dacht. ik vraag het gewoon: 'Ben jij een hij of een zij?' Tante Ben antwoordt: 'Geen hij, zij, hem of haar voor mij, ik hoor liever hen of die.' Die?' vraag ik 'Hen?' Die glimlacht. "Zeg jij maar gewoon tante Ben.'

Rough English translation:

Aunt Ben

Sometimes children ask me: is your aunt a man or a woman? But I do not know. Aunt Ben wears dresses, only never pink, always blue. Aunt Ben has a lizard named Otje, drinks cassis for breakfast, picks up the phone with "What d’ya want?", has a three-day beard. wears lipstick and loves mocha pie.

Aunt Ben plays the violin, collects stamps, has a high-pitched voice, ten thousand followers on instagram, a sailboat, a recumbent bicycle. Oh well, of course that means nothing.

Aunt Ben doesn't fit in anywhere, is out of place in every box. So I thought. I just ask, "Are you a he or a she?" Aunt Ben replies, "No he, she, him or her for me, I'd rather hear they or them.'

They?' I ask 'Them?' They smiles. "You can just say Aunt Ben."

[q8q]

Dude echt waar, basic fit after 2:30 's middags is IMPOSSIBLE!!

Je kunt niets doen!!

[vriendenboekjes]

waarom zijn sportscholen zo duur.... zelfs het goedkoopste basic fit abo is 25 elke 4 weken echt kom op man. en elke andere lijkt rond de 50 per 4 weken te zitten HALLO

[dutchjan]

November 26, 2022

[definegodliness]

Cinco De Mono

I was tagged by the man who puts the banana in bananarama, @purplemonkeysexgod69, to answer 5 questions. Thanks!

1. A song I would like played at my funeral: Zucchero - Il Volo. It's so beautiful it almost causes a profound sadness. I never looked up the translated lyrics until today, but they seem rather fitting as well.

2. A book I enjoy rereading: Herman Melville's Moby Dick. Ahab is one of my favourite fictional characters.

3. Last new movie that I watched for fun: Mortal Kombat (2021). I hope they'll make another, because the last one's cliff hanger was Johnny Cage. These kind of movies are usually so bad, they're good, but in this case I actually thought  the movie was good.

4. An old movie I enjoy rewatching: Old: Total Recall (1990 (there is no other Total Recall movie, but I’m adding the year just in case you thought there was another Total Recall movie)). Old-old: Moby Dick (1956), with Gregory Peck as Ahab. It's awesome. It's timeless. It's timelessly awesome.

5. A song I enjoy but doesn't fit my aesthetic: André Hazes - Zeg Maar Niets Meer. There's not a direct translation for this Dutch music genre called Smartlap. Somewhere between city folk music and a tearjerker. It's not for me, but this song's all right. The original is Lesley Gore's You Don't Own Me.

Tagging: @lorienfae, @midnightxmasquerade, @becomingpoet, @takingstockofwhatmattersmost, @fille--de--joies

[phoenix-positivity]

I can't take it anymore

I'm not fit to handle this life

I can endure it

but it won't be easy

-

ik kan er even niet meer tegen

ik ben niet goed bestand tegen dit leven

ik kan het wel doorstaan

maar het zal niet makkelijk gaan

[imanianl]

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[purityfitblog]

Waarom is rode gist rijst niet goed voor ouderen?

[setmeatopthepyre]

Als ik God was zou ik laten zien dat ik trots was If I were God, I'd show that I was proud Het oké is dat je niet bij de rest past That it's okay if you don't fit in with the rest Ik zou het laten weten als ik echt was I'd let you know if I was real

Ik ben dankbaar maar ook eenzaam I'm thankful but also lonely Ben jij daar eenzaam, in de hemel? Are you lonely there, in heaven? Ik kan best een keertje meegaan, als je wil I could go with you sometime, if you want

Als ik God was zou ik wrikken tot je los was If I were God I would pry until you came loose Op zijn minst wat dichterbij zijn I'd at least be a little closer Met een poging tot al blij zijn With an attempt to already be happy Als ik God was dan zat ik aan die tafel If I were God I'd be sitting at that table En dan deden we dit samen And we'd do this together Waarom doen we dit niet samen? Wy aren't we doing this together?

[fransopdefiets]

Het masterplan

De resterende dagen van de vakantie van 2023 heb ik natuurlijk niet in ledigheid doorgebracht. Ik was immers weer lekker ingefietst en begon meteen plannen te maken voor volgend jaar. Is dat niet een beetje vroeg, zult u denken. Nou ik vind van niet. Volgend jaar ga ik met pensioen en dat betekent dat ik ongeveer half mei op kan stappen en in theorie nooit meer hoef af te stappen. Dat laatste is om een aantal redenen niet mijn plan, maar ik vind wel dat ik dit keer een extra groot plan moet uitvoeren. Het ultieme pensioenplan, zal ik maar zeggen. Tenslotte ben ik nu nog fit genoeg voor een bijzondere onderneming (of twee of drie). 

Maar waar gaat een mens dan heen? Aan de zijderoute naar Peking of een rondje Afrika ben ik mentaal nog niet toe, maar een trip van een paar maanden lijkt me wel wat.  Omdat ik vlak voor de zomer vertrek, vallen Midden en Zuid-Europa af. Daar mag je temperaturen boven de veertig graden verwachten met ernstige oververhittingsverschijnselen of uitdroging tot gevolg, als je niet al voor die tijd door een bos- of bermbrand verteerd wordt. Trouwens, het omgekeerde komt daar ook voor, in juli kun je in Italië knock-out geslagen worden of al je botten breken door hagelstenen zo groot als tennisballen. Of verzuipen in de modderstroom van een overgelopen rivier na heftige regenval.  Schotland en Ierland zijn dan meer geschikt qua klimaat, maar weer wat klein voor mijn ambities.  En zo, starend naar de kaart van Europa, viel opeens het kwartje. Natuurlijk, je moet groot denken, Hoving! Scandinavië! Dat is groot, mooi en koel!  En ik had deze woorden nog niet opgeschreven of de storm Hans trok over Noorwegen en Zweden en liet een spoor van vernielingen in de vorm van overstromingen en aardverschuivingen achter zich. 

Zo ontstond, al dan niet tegen beter weten in,  het volgende plan, pak de Bosatlas er even bij. Ik fiets van Zaandijk naar Hirtshals in het noorden van Denemarken. Daar neem ik de boot naar Kristiansand in Noorwegen. Dan volg ik de Eurovelo 1 langs de westkust naar de Noordkaap. Daar aangekomen maak ik een selfie met het monument en fiets dan via het begin van de Eurovelo 7 (Noordkaap-Malta) door de kop van Finland en dan langs de Sverigeleden 1 naar Haparanda aan de Botnische golf. Vervolgens zak ik af langs de Zweedse Oostkust en ga dan zo’n beetje diagonaal via Linköping naar Gothenburg of Malmö. En dan ben ik al weer bijna thuis!  Alles bij elkaar zo’n 8 a 9.000 kilometer en goed voor pakweg 4 maanden fietsen. Nou hoor ik sommigen van jullie al denken, wat een praatjesmaker, dat redt ie nooit. Nou ja, daar ga ik dan achterkomen, maar dat is nog geen reden om er niet aan te beginnen. 

Ik heb er nu al zin in en moet nog tien maanden wachten voor ik kan vertrekken. Die kan ik fijn besteden aan het vervolmaken van mijn uitrusting, de aanschaf van muskietennetjes, een grote beurt voor de fiets, het infietsen van een nieuw zadel en het werken aan mijn conditie. In de komende afleveringen ga ik wat dieper in op de verschillende onderdelen van de route.