#Marcel De Stoop

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Sonja Gyselinck wordt tachtig...

Actrice, regisseuse, mimespeelster, cabaret- en café chantant-artieste Sonja Gyselinck werd in Tweede Wereldoorlogstijden geboren in Gent op 20 april 1940 (foto het ‘Documentatiecentrum voor Streekgeschiedenis dr. Maurits Gysseling vzw’, kortweg DSMG). Continue reading Sonja Gyselinck wordt tachtig…

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59 - The Most Reckless Plan Ever Imagined

Part 60

Family is More than Blood

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“I’m surprised you aren’t dying to talk with your daughter or more so yell at her for what she did by not telling her son about you and Klaus.” My brother saw me standing out by the lake view they had outside their cabin.

Keeping my back to him I crossed my arms over my chest with a huff. “I’ll talk with her later. I’m here to talk with you first unless you’d rather go back to magical sparring against one another.”

“It still baffles me that you’ve come to help me after all these years. What on earth could have changed your mind over these five years?” Jacob asked me with anger clear in his tone.

“Maybe it is still true that I care for my twin brother. That I want you in my life, you and your family. The Mikaelson’s and Lane’s together like we used to be when it was all of us against Marcel, or Aurora or even the Hollow.”

My brother sighed in some relief. “I take comfort in knowing there’s no more threats to me and my girls while we live out here in what your husband calls the degrading forest.”

“I know Hayley’s pack is fiercely loyal to you. But we are as well, brother?”

Jacob asked me, leaning his back against a tree nearby. “It doesn’t seem like it sometimes with the Mikaelson’s.”

“If you want a fight I’ll give you a fight!” Spinning around on my feet I clutched my hands into fists at my sides, raising my right hand and launching him into a different tree. “Ascendo phasmatos motus!”

Jacob growled showing me his fangs vamping me down onto my back, choking me by the throat. I gasped underneath his grip until I moved my knee and kicked him in between his legs. “You know that’s wrong -“ He moaned in pain rolling over into a fetal position allowing time to get to my feet.

“You never said the fight had to be fair. Otun adnarvet estnavit atim.” Waving my hand in front of him he vamped up to his feet smacking directly into the barrier spell I’d just done.

He chuckled holding the bridge of his nose snapping his fingers undoing the spell. “Merabas hic libatal. If we’re going to fight for real, stop using the baby spells on me.”

“Why should I? I get entertainment from watching you smack into barrier spells and trees.” I chuckled with my hands on my hips.

Jacob shot his hands up blasting electric blasts at me where I barely barrel rolled under them. “Lecutio maxima.”

“Phasmatos motus incendiamos!” Remaining down on one knee I raised my hands blasting him with a ball of fire into the nearest tree where I heard some of his bones break just a bit.

My twin brother held his head for a minute making me think I had bested him and he was done fighting yet he raised his wrist snapping his fingers a second time. “Crescere arbor.”

“Dissulta!” Closing my eyes the vines that he had wrapped my entire body suddenly busted into a million little pieces. Vamping up to him I lifted him up in the air by his throat, siphoning his power knowing it should knock him out instantly. “Magia tollux de terras.”

He winced underneath the red glow of my right hand where he closed his eyes dropping his hands to his sides but caught me off guard pressing his hand directly against my heart. “Corum spiritus prohibera. Sorry to burst your ego Rae Rae. Like I said, I've been practicing.” I gasped clutching my chest collapsing down onto the dirt ground feeling a burning agony inside of my heart.

“I never thought you’d stoop low enough to try and kill your own sister, Jacob!” Jacob suddenly got thrown against by someone causing the end of the horrible spell he was performing on me.

Coughing out his name I held myself up on my left elbow blinking through some painful tears that had formed in my eyes. “Klaus.”

“Get the hell off me.” My brother raised his hand upward.

My lover grabbed his head in agony releasing my brother until he stopped his spell then he pushed him against another tree with a hand wrapped around his throat. “I can snap your neck like a twig in case you’ve forgotten without blinking and walk away. I’d suggest you be nicer to your sister before I contemplate skinning you alive!”

“Klaus, it’s not worth it. If he wants my help with having another baby he’ll have to be nicer to me otherwise we’ll leave him and Hayley to simply watch Andrea grow up and have no more children.” Pushing myself to my feet I dusted my hands off on my jeans, crossing my arms over my chest.

Jacob gulped after my husband released his death grip off from around his neck allowing him to speak to me. “I thought you said you only are fertile because of some black magic. If that’s the case, how are you going to help me without using it?”

“I’m going to have to use black magic, you’re right. Except what you don’t know is that I have a much better handle on a certain part of myself compared to the last time you saw me.”

Klaus steps towards me whispering in disbelief. “Rae, you can’t mean what I think you mean.”

“I do, Nik. But it wouldn’t be just me, I'd need Dark Josie and the remaining members of our family in the prison world.”

My brother tilted his head to the side. “So you wouldn’t need our children to be involved to do a massive spell like that?”

“Unfortunately I would need our daughters and Lizzie to create a boundary spell just to be on the safe side if our dark sides were to become too powerful and try to escape on Josie and myself. With that in mind are you still sure you want another baby so badly, brother?” Raising a brow at my twin brother I challenged his desires.

My brother stepped around my husband brushing messy hair behind his ear. “I wanna have another baby or at least be able to have the opportunity to try for one.”

“Okay then. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to see my daughter and talk about the information she refused to tell me.” I began stomping around him until Nik called my attention.

“What’s happened to Alina?”

Slightly turning my body to face him I sighed heavily, dropping my shoulders. “Nothing bad has happened to our daughter, don't worry. But she didn’t tell Xavier about us at all. Plus she had another baby and didn’t tell us.”

“I’m going to have a chat with our daughter and her werewolf husband!” Klaus revealed his fangs and werewolf golden eyes before vamping off in the distance of the cabin up on the hill.

Jacob nervously asked me. “Raelyn, is he going to kill Jackson?”

“You’re lucky he didn’t kill you.” I vamped away from him and up onto the wooden porch. Leaning my back against the wooden feeling my phone vibrates inside my back pocket. Drawing my phone out it was a text from Missy so I opened the text message reading it out loud to myself. “Hey Mom, can me, Ethan and the gang spend the weekend at the Gilbert house? - Hmm at least the whole merging of humans and the supernatural has been going good for these last five years.”

I certainly had my girls and Lizzie to thank for the success.

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Wat een heerlijke dag vandaag. Mijn vriendin uit Haarlem Yvonne wordt vandaag 60 en viert het met een lunch bij restaurant Meneer Frans en daarna nog 1,5 uur varen met de borrelboot door het Spaarne.

Ik kom rond 9.30 mijn bed uit, neem wat yoghurt en ga naar Stoop om Yvon haar cadeau te kopen. Ik had het online besteld maar er is vertraging in de levering. Dus maar wat anders gekocht en als de bestelling opgehaald kan worden stuur ik het wel terug.

Er moet nog een pakketje afgegeven worden in Zwaanshoek dus even voor 11 uur vertrekken we al. We komen aan bij een kast van er huis, de bewoner zegt dat hij er niet is maar doet op afstand wel het hek open en ik mag de bestelling bij de voordeur neerzetten.

Daarna door naar Haarlem. Marcel zet mij vlak bij Meneer Frans af. Wat een verborgen pareltje is dit restaurant, met een leuke bingo tuin. Het weer is perfect dus we gaan buiten zitten. Yvon heeft 23 vrouwen uitgenodigd.

Op tafel worden broodjes neergezet, burrata salade en patat. En we krijgen allemaal 2 drankjes (jus d’orange en prosecco) om mee te proosten.

Ik neem 2 bruchetta met humus en een beetje salade. Als toetje mag iedereen nog kiezen uit een stuk taart van Hoktkamp. Keuze uit verschillende soorten maar ik pas. Nog een kopje thee toe en dan gaan we lopend naar de borrelboot die in het Spaarne ligt.

Ik begin buiten en een halfuurtje voor we weer aanmeren wisselen er een aantal met de mensen die nu binnen zitten. Het zijn allemaal leuke dames en ik heb gezellig gekletst. Ik heb niks van de nootjes genomen, alleen cola zero gedronken.

Marcel stond netjes op mij te wachten dus dat was fijn.

Bij thuiskomst heb ik boodschappen gedaan en daarna ben ik meteen gaan koken want ik had trek. Dit keer voor ons beiden de NF volkoren wraps Gado Gado gemaakt, erg lekker! Voor Marcel maak ik er 2 en ik hou het bij 1. Voor Marcel met gewone pindasaus en ik maak voor mijzelf de NF variant van amandel pasta.

Ik heb nog genoeg ingrediënten over dus ik de k dat ik het morgen nog een keer maak.

Om 19.00 uur wandelen we met de buren richting Gerrit, het is weer filmavond. Vanavond kijken we naar Sleeping dogs met Russell Crowe. Goede film! Na afloop nog even gezellig wat gedronken (nog steeds cola light) en gekletst en ondertussen luisteren (en een beetje meezingen) met Jos die live aan het zingen was. De buurman bestelde bij het laatste drankje nog een portie bitterballen. Grrrr…. Niks genomen natuurlijk! Weer teruggelopen (nog steeds heerlijk qua temperatuur buiten) naar huis en om 23 uur waren we weer thuis.

Nog even een halfuurtje opgezeten en toen lekker naar bed. Mooie dag vandaag!

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"El olor y el sabor perduran mucho más, y recuerdan, y aguardan, y esperan, sobre las ruinas de todo. Y soportan sin doblegarse en su impalpable gotita, el edificio enorme del recuerdo / The smell and taste last much longer, and remember, and wait, and wait, on the ruins of everything. And they endure without stooping in their impalpable droplet, the enormous building of memory."⠀ ⠀ Marcel Proust�� En busca del tiempo perdido / In Search of Lost Time⠀ & Nathalie du Besset @nathaliedubesset (artist)⠀ ⠀ #art #portrait #portraitart #portraiture #portraitpainting #painting #contemporary #contemporaryart #contemporaryartist #contemporarypainting #newcontemporary #modernart #modernpainting #artgallery #contemporaryartgallery #visualart #visualartist #figurative #figurativeart #figurativepainting #artcollector #undergroundart #primitivism #artbrut #outsiderart #artgram #artdaily #instaart #vagabondwho #marcopolorules https://www.instagram.com/p/BsIbIqCj_9c/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1q3qhi9tvg6gu

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ: 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓴𝓪𝓱 𝓶𝓲𝓴𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼𝓸𝓷 ᴛɪᴛʟᴇs/ᴀʟɪᴀs: bex, bekah (family use,) barbie klaus, original bitch, fierce rebekah, lady rebekah de guise, eva sinclair (while in host)

ʙᴏʀɴ: 10th century a.d., new world (mystic falls, virginia) ᴅɪᴇᴅ: once officially, twice on technicality, daggers not included

autumn, 1001 (stabbed through heart, mikael)

2013 (stabbed in neck and bled out, as eva sinclair, suicide)

2014 (throat cut, as eva sinclair, aya)

ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ: autumn, 1001 (esther, immortality spell) sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs: witch (untapped), original vampire, spirit (possesing a witch)

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: cis-female ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: bisexual, male preference ᴇʏᴇs/ʜᴀɪʀ: blue/blonde ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 5'7"

ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ

sɪʙʟɪɴɢs: freya, finn, elijah, niklaus, kol, henrik ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs: esther, mikael ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ: hope (niece), hayley (hope's mother, practically a mikaelson), marcel (adopted nephew, it's complicated), dahlia (aunt), a legion of dead fiancés

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ: obstinate, petty, impetuous, hostile,jealous, bitter, haughty, manipulative, codependant, whiny, egocentric, sensitive, childish, vindictive, callous, "quite mean"

ᴘᴏsɪᴛɪᴠᴇ: devoted, passionate, reliable, direct, charming, empathetic, nurturing, perceptive, sentimental, intelligent, protective, brave - occasionally stoops to heroism