Danika Visser.

She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

[danikavisser]

rhianncnbee‌:

The snort punctuates her amusement at the thought — her? In a movie? Maybe a trashy biopic on the dark underbelly of Southern America, likely overromanticized with dramatically billowing American flags and the swell of some country song. “’Bout as Southern as it gets. I’m from North Florida — that’s the one shaped like a dick but I’m up near the top. By the balls, y’know? Real classy folk up there. But we know how to party.” There’s a hint of pride, the faintest of connections to her distant hometown. Or, at the very least, her country, the foreign nature of Amsterdam suddenly seeming very different. “Well alright, then, where do we go to get one of them, whatchamacallits — drinks? And I know I’m roomin’ with Frankie and Lana. You met them?” 

Eyes glisten with amusement, a chuckle escaping from painted lips as she gave a tilt of her head, “Florida? Isn’t that where Disneyworld is?” A dreamy sigh elicits itself from her, resting a chin upon a closed fist, “I’ve never been to America. I’ve always wanted to. Even to the states that look like dicks. Well it’s a good thing you know how to party. You’ll fit in here just perfectly.” With a grin, she pockets her camera once again into its respectful bag, “We have a couple of options. Café Hoppe has the best happy hour deals for right now. I’ve never met them but feel free to invite them!”

[maxwellvisser-deactivated202003]

There’s always been a bit of a weird tension around family for Max, regardless of how close. Even those with his aunts and uncles and cousins felt forced, thick air filling the space between him and Danika despite the conversation being pleasant. He adjusts himself slightly, straightening his posture as he runs his fingers along the pages of his book, clearing his throat. “I, uh, I apologize for not being here completely today. I’m just absolutely exhausted.” He’s sympathetic, glancing down again towards his book before finally shutting it. “Are you rooming with anyone new for the summer semester?” This is nothing more than more pointless small talk, something to avoid the elephant so clearly between them. @danikavisser

[danikavisser]

Danika always wished she was closer with her cousin, believing from a young age that family was the most important thing to her. It probably had to do with the fact that in elementary school she was a social outcast and had trouble making friends. Family was always just there and even though her and Max weren’t close, she’d still do anything for him. Especially as of late with Eva being MIA, her anxious thoughts sometimes forming horrific scenarios within mind. “No, it’s okay. I get it. Insomniac buds for life...Wonder if it runs in the family or we’re just cursed.” She murmured with a chuckle that lacked amusement, falling short as her gaze became fixated upon her shoes, “Yeah, I have a new roomie. I actually haven’t met her yet. I think she’s a ghost. Um...What about you?” Dani swallowed thickly.

[danikavisser]

tiagcmontes‌:

“never, you’re the only hendrix girl for me — i do get to use that line on americans though, since they’re not technically hendrix people,” tiago pointed out, watching her take a drag, his whole attention captured by her lips, her cheeks, the grace she gave it to the action. “little siblings always gotta pay up, they’ve got a lifetime of owing shit,” he shrugged, leaning against her easily as she pulled him close. “think they’re all here to get drunk and high, you know, so they’ll probably all want to join — kinda shitty of them to be generalising all of us like that one guy from the neterlands you see in movies offering everyone drugs. i feel like it’s our duty to prove we’re more than a stereotype and just like, not share, you know?”

“Fine, you’re lucky I don’t get green with jealousy easily.” Danika teased with a chuckle, their flirtatious banter came fluidly and she wasn’t about to fight it now. Emerald orbs catch his gaze focusing on her lips, giving a suggestive raise of her brow as a blush graces her cheeks. “Exactly, they owe me tax. I don’t make the rules. It’s in the sibling lawbook!” Tender fingers tangle within his locks as he leans against her, absentmindedly losing themselves within his soft hair, “Well I mean, I can’t really blame them. Seeing as that’s pretty much all we do as well...get drunk and high.” A gasp escapes from her lips, sitting up as she brings a hand to his chin and tilts his head up so that their eyes are locking, “Why don’t you want to share with the Americans? Are you jealous of them?”

[danikavisser]

milesaldcn‌:

Miles laughed, shaking his head. “I’m sure we still can’t out-drink you. We’re all lightweights because our beer is watered down,” he replied, chuckling at the compliment despite still not quite believing it. Miles lived in a shell of self-consciousness and every contradicting compliment fell on deaf ears. “What exactly is this for, anyway?” he asked. “And thank you. Nice country you have here. Very roomy. Kinda cold.”

She followed suit in regard to his laugh with one of her own, “Okay, probably true. At least you’re able to admit it. Glad your ego doesn’t run your life.” It was genuinely a breath of fresh air. “Well again, for the school newspaper. I’m one of their photojournalists and we all get assigned different events or assignments each week that we have to cover. I got suck with snapping photos of the welcoming committee.” Danika tucked raven locks behind her ears, “Yeah, hopefully it’ll start warming up soon. The weather hasn’t gotten the memo that it’s supposed to be Summer. You excited to be here?”

[danikavisser]

cyryptic‌:

                Brunette looked up with matching hues , pondering the question for a few seconds before he stood up straight. ❝ I mean , I’ve been told I could be a great model - ❞ That was a lie. He never did. ❝  - so why not ?? Am I gonna be in this school paper-but-not-physically-paper paper ?? ❞ It’s a miracle he doesn’t trip over his own words ; there’s jet-lag from the flight , still , to the point where he almost stumbled out of the airport as if alcohol flooded his system. But , it didn’t. It wouldn’t leave a good impression – but not like he was the master of them , anyways. ❝ I can pose if y’ want – just be sure to get my GOOD side. ❞

An amused chuckle escaped from painted lips, giving a slight tilt of her head, “Can’t argue with you or anyone there. You look like you’d be a great offer.” Danika affirmed with a nod, “Well it depends on how interesting the photo is. Would you LIKE to be in in the paper? Because if so, we can make sure that happens.”

[danikavisser]

beauturner‌:

“Me?” Beau asked, finally managing to tear his gaze away from the landscape surrounding them. He’d been taking his own photos nonstop, switching between the disposable camera he’d picked up and the Polaroid his parents had gifted him when they heard about his summer plans. Still, a gentle smile blooms across his stunned features slowly, nodding before sticking his hand out in greeting, “Yeah, of course. I’m Beau. Hi. You’re a Hendrix student?” he asked, despite how obvious the answer was, he mostly just wanted to find a way to continue with the conversation, social butterfly that he was.

“Hi!” Danika gushed with the nod of her head, an apologetic expression flashing onto her features, “Sorry, I’m Danika, probably should have started with that. But yes, you!” Emerald orbs dart down to the polaroid camera in hand, her smile further widening, “Unless you’re like me and you prefer to be...behind the camera, which I’ll definitely respect. But yes, I’m a Hendrix student. Welcome!”

[theexecutionerssong]

[minsvnshine]

# actual ray of sunshine

[danikavisser]

rhianncnbee‌:

“You want my picture?” Her accent rings out loud and clear, an alarm bell signaling her as unapologetically American. If not for the Southern twang, the bandana knotted around her forehead, the duffel bag hoisted on her shoulders, and the comfortable boots she wore would have given her away regardless. “Well, sure, darlin’, let me know if you want my number, too.” With a wink, she provides a saucy pose, hands on hips and nose wrinkled in an endearingly wide smile. “Now…let me put my shit somewhere and then how about that drink?” 

Danika gave an enthusiastic nod of her head at the question, unable to help the beaming smile that spreads across her features, “Wow. Your accent sounds like something from the movies. I don’t think I’ve heard...an actual Southern American accent before.” Brows knit into a furrow as she gave a tilt of her head, “That...is a Southern accent right? Where are you from, if you don’t mind my asking?” She snapped the photo just as Rhiannon posed, letting out a successful chirp, “Got it!” The raven haired female chuckled, “Well let’s start with the drink first...I feel like the messaging rates would be insane. Unless you have whatsapp. Have you gotten your room assignment yet?”

[danikavisser]

natecosta‌:

the jet lag was apparent over his features. darker circles under his eyes from the lack of sleep only heightening the hazel hue locking onto her own.” sure, whatever.” he exhaled, monotone with a hint of irritability as he repositioned the bag strap over his shoulder.” at this point i’d do a lot for directions to a bed.”

A grateful smile was quick to grace her lips at his cooperation, “Ah, thank you, thank you!” Danika gushed, raising the camera and quickly snapping a couple photos of him, grateful that the sun flooding in from behind the main campus was SOFT, making him look angelic. “Well...have you gotten your room assignment yet? I can help you get to your room. Or if you need a temporary bed, I can offer mine. It’s cozy.”

[danikavisser]

alexandcrjamcs‌:

He looked up from what he was reading as he held his phone in his left hand. His mom was texting him to make sure he landed safe and he really didn’t mind it. He was kinda already missing home. Or maybe it was what he left behind to put on hold he was going to miss. A school paper. “I’m not one for photos that are for the school, not gonna lie to you.” He let out and shrugged a little bit as he ran his hand through his hair. He took his jacket off when he landed because it was far too hot. His tongue pushed into his cheek as he chuckled a little bit. “I’ve been to Amsterdam far too much for it to be my first drink here, but the offer is sweet, beautiful.”

“Look our online newspaper is actually really tasteful. The graphic design majors really know their shit and the editors give us the photographers, a lot of artistic liberty. If you don’t approve of the photo, I promise to not actually use it, I just have a quota to fill.” Danika was desperate at this point, flashing him a perfect pout and she got a little closer to him, hovering just beneath him, “Please?” The wind was a bit more rambunctious than normal, whipping strands of hair across her face as she reached up to brush raven locks behind her ear, “Ah, it’s a shame I haven’t run into you before then.”

[danikavisser]

radleexdaniels‌:

it was a bit overwhelming being in a totally new country and trying to not only adjust to the time zone, but another language and culture. on his way into the university he  was ideally trying to avoid most kinds of interactions but his wishful thinking was put to an end as a brunette wandered into his path, “ah look i’m flattered but… like i don’t really do photos.” this was perhaps his poorest effort at a first impression.

A pout preyed onto her lips as she batt her lashes at him, “Oh come on, please?” Danika begged, hand reaching out to gently wrap around his wrist, “Look...I can 1000% promise you that we won’t use the photo of you. I just...am nowhere close to my minimum amount of photos and I get reviewed for how many different frames I can compose.”

[danikavisser]

tiagcmontes‌:

“sorry to disappoint, just a hot brazilian,” tiago grins, instantly handing her the joint as he waits expectantly, trusting dani to always have something to liven up his afternoon. as she pulls out the vodka, his eyes are nearly sparkling with excitement. “you’re my favorite around here, did you know that,” he says, almost sounding sincere as he reaches out to grab it and take a better look at the label, eyeing it carefully. “why are you just carrying this around, were you planning on getting wildly drunk in the middle of the day just to make sure you leave a remarkable first impression on the gringos?”

“No complaints here.” She responded with the raise of her hands, “Hot Brazilians are like my kryptonite.” The flirting came effortlessly, seeing as it was sometimes the language she was most fluent in. “Oh, hush. You say that to all of the Hendrix girls but I’ll take it.” Dani plucked the joint from his fingers and instead placed it between her own painted lips, cheeks hollowing as she ingested in its sweet contents. “I actually nicked it from my little brother. Who...probably stole it from somewhere. He owes me.” She responded with the shrug of her shoulders, draping an arm loosely around him before taking it upon herself to place the joint back between his lips, “But yeah, it’s Friday. We get day drunk on Fridays. The Americans can join or piss off.”

[danikavisser]

milesaldcn‌:

“Little do you know, I’m already on my sixth beer,” Miles joked, his sobriety obvious based how easily the words flow. “Anyway, go for it. Just make sure you get my good angle.” Posing for the camera with all the drama of a four-year-old, Miles then returned to his people watching, running a hand through his hair. “Must kinda suck playing babysitter to a bunch of American adults.”

“Oh damn, color me impressed. There’s a rumor going around that apparently Americans can’t keep up with our level of drinking.” Danika admitted with a chuckle, fading to a grin as she rose her camera so that an emerald hue was looking through the viewfinder, her other eye squinting, “Um...with those cheek bones, do you even HAVE a bad side?” Nose crinkled as her thumb pressed down upon the shutter, another amused giggle escaping from her at the pose, “Voila! My hero! Handsome, tall American saves my ass! Well luckily all I have to do is get photos. To be honest, I wasn’t excited about this assignment. I’m Danika by the way. Welcome to Amsterdam!”

[danikavisser]

SHE FELT A LITTLE LIKE ARYA STARK in the first episode of Game Of Thrones, excitedly waiting for the Americans to arrive at the ‘Foreign Exchange Student Welcome’ booth where the new students had to touch base at first in order to get their essentials. Danika had a camera in hand, much like she ALWAYS did, a soft smile evident upon burgundy painted lips, “Hi um...Mind if I take a photo of you for the school paper? They call it a paper but most of it’s digital anyways...” She gave a tilt of her head, getting ready to PLEAD seeing as she had a certain amount of photos she needed to submit, “You give me this photo op and I can repay you by buying you your first drink in Amsterdam...”

[solsticeturner]

there’s new faces everywhere, easily blending with those tiago is mostly familiar with, and it seems to be working wonders for the general mood, lifting the constant sense of dread that had settled after the disappearance. everything feels lighter, and it’s a relief, even if he didn’t care much about the whole thing to begin with, it was a bit of a buzzkill to have people bursting into tears or whispering about murder and kidnapping in the hallways. relaxed is good, tiago knows how to do relaxed. sat outside his dorm, he watches people go by, a joint in hand because subtlety is not his strongest virtue, until he makes eye contact with someone, eyebrows slightly raised as he grins at them. “you want a drag, or were you just appreciating the aesthetics?”

[danikavisser]

Despite everything that had been going on with her family, she was EXCITED for the students from Lockwood to join them at Hendrix. So far she’d already chatted up a few of the Americans and god, were they all ridiculously good looking? Eva would be in HEAVEN right now and she was just wishing she was around so they could gossip about their prospects. A small smile graces her features as she eyed Tiago, “Ah, it’s just you out here. I was hoping it’d be a hot American.” She teased with the wiggle of her brows, collapsing beside him as he extends her hand out, “I am a slut for aesthetics but I also want a drag. I can repay you with...” Painted fingertips plunge into her bag, before pulling out a small bottle of vodka, giving it a shimmy, “Vodkaaaaa! And this shit...is really expensive.”

[cvcilyjackson]

“Whoa there, Nelly!” the girl cried out as a particularly beefy man brushed past her, nearly sending Frankie’s drink drink flying as she retreated back into the couch. Her first night in Amsterdam, and Frankie was already hitting the bars, this one populated by couches instead of the normal bar stools. She had nearly fallen into the other person on the couch’s lap, noticing this finally with an embarrassed giggle and scrambling to get off. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to reenact the Titanic onto you. Um, ice breaker question,” Frankie started, licking her lips over thoughtfully as she sipped on the vodka cranberry in her hand. “If you could pick one liquid to shoot out of your pointer finger, what would it be?

[danikavisser]

Danika’s friends had convinced her to go out tonight, despite the fact that ALL she wanted to do was stay at home and worry about the whereabouts of her cousin. But apparently this was not an option, so here she was, blissfully drunk and TRYING to have a fun time and pretend as though she wasn’t worried out of her wits end. Intuitive, emerald orbs witnessed the entire exchange between Frankie and the dipshit of a man, who barreled through people with no regard, arm quickly shooting out to brace the girl as it landed upon her shoulder, “You okay?” She breathed out with a chuckle, finally loosening her grip when she realized Frankie was steady, “As long as I get to be young Leonardo Dicaprio. But shoot.” Dani affirmed with the nod of her head, preparing herself for the American’s question, “Um...” She chuckled, nose crinkling in that way that it tended to do, contemplating the question before turning to Frankie, “My answer is going to be...INCREDIBLY lame and boring...it’d probably be water. BUT, but...it’s because I’m a plant mom, alright? It would make tending to my garden SO much easier. Way more useful than if I were to have said tequila or whatever. What about you?”