Bless.

I wanted to download We Will Rock You, but…

Hi! Are there any stranded fics? Where Keith and Lance are stuck on a planet together? Thank you!

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French music recs

Stromae - Belgian artist, clever lyrics and catchy music

Check out Papaoutai and Tous Les Mêmes

Mika - pop, has French songs as well as English

Check out Elle Me Dit and J’ai Pas Envie

Mozart l’opéra rock - a musical, but I like the songs enough to list it here

Check out Le bien qui fait mal and Tatoue-moi

Maître Gims - rap and pop, I don’t listen to him that much but he’s good

Check out J’me tire and  Est-ce que tu m'aimes?

Indila - pop, I’ve heard some of her songs a lot on the radio

Check out Dernière Danse and Tourner Dans Le Vide

Notre Dame de Paris - another musical, I love the sound of it

Check out Belle and Le Temps des Cathédrales

I might update this list later as I just listed these as they came to mind and I definitely missed a lot of popular artists. Feel free to add on!!

the gif for those who for some reason cannot send me a dm i had to get on my laptop for this so i hope it works warning it’s nsfw it’s literally porn

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THE TWO OF CUPS by RangoAteMyBaby | 20/20 Chapters

RATING && TAGS: Mature // alternate universe — hogwarts + slowburn + the rivalry is still there because these two are dumbasses + mutual pining + love letters + misunderstanding + secret identity + oblivious!lance + pining!keith

SUMMARY

It’s been forty years since the Second Wizarding War. Lots of things are different now but some things never change.

The new school year is starting and for Lance it’s a chance to learn new skills, make new friends, and achieve his lifelong dreams. All Keith wants to do is get through his classes without anyone getting in his way. These two students clash due to some misunderstandings and opposing opinions. And they both have to wonder if its possible for two people, so utterly different, to be friends? What about something more?

EXCERPT

“I’ll take that action. You lost last time too,” Pidge grins. “He’ll be here. He’s never late if it’s important.”

Keith perks up at that information. For some reason, it’s an eye-opening revelation for him but it feels like something he should have noticed sooner. Lance’s poor time management makes a hell of a lot more sense now. It’s subconscious. He’s only late to things he doesn’t prioritize as important… like some of his classes and his dates with Inez.

But Lance never misses a practice with his team. Always on time for his scheduled tutoring sessions. And like clockwork never misses an evening conversation with Lion.

MY COMMENTS

Hello, yes, this fic reawakened by Harry Potter phase—but that’s not the point here. The incorporation of ‘fake-identity’ and love letters mixed with Lance’s obliviousness and Keith’s denial-later acceptance is just adorable

you know what’s probably more fun than playing chess? cheating at chess

“ohhh would you look at that, my pawns found jesus and now they’re all bishops”

“so i realize it looks like i’m putting a thimble on the board but actually my rooks have been using their downtime to build another rook, one that’s better, stronger, faster—”

“hey welcome back. while you left to get a snack, those six pieces you’d captured slipped their guards, tunneled to safety and emerged right in the middle of your royal palace.”

“oof, looks like you’ve got my king cornered…maybe this is a good time to mention that shortly before we started playing, my pawns and knights revolted and instituted a representative democracy. feel free to kill the puppet ruler that was the one remaining vestige of our tyranny, you cringing servant of the crown. vive la revolution!”

The Invasion (4)

1 // 2 // 3 // Ao3

Chapter Four: The Earthquake April 15, 1985 Hawkins, Indiana

“Mr. Wheeler? Are you listening?”

Mike felt a sharp, unexpected poke between his ribs and startled, peeling his eyes away from the clock that hung over the blackboard, its hands crawling impossibly slow from one minute to the next. He was suddenly painfully aware of all twenty-odd sets of eyes in the room focused on him. Next to him, Dustin glared with exasperation, mouthing the word nine as subtly as he could—which was, in fact, not very subtle. Mike narrowed his eyes in confusion, his lips pursed.

“Mr. Wheeler?”

Sheepishly, Mike glanced up at his math teacher, Ms. Lennox, watching him expectantly behind her thick-rimmed glasses. So that’s what this was about. Mike licked his lips and hurriedly looked back down to his notebook, filled with messy numbers and doodles of a certain girl’s name across the margins. Silently, he thanked his lucky stars that he already had the page opened to last night’s homework.

“It’s thirty-six,” Mike answered, voice quiet but confident, “The answer to number nine is thirty-six.”

Ms. Lennox looked slightly annoyed, shooting the rest of the class a quick and deadpan look as they began to snicker. “That’s correct, Michael,” she sighed, half-heartedly, “But I think what Mr. Henderson was trying to tell you was that the answer to number fifteen is nine.”

Mike and Dustin flushed simultaneously as Ms. Lennox, heels clicking against the linoleum floor, returned to other side of the room to look for someone to answer the next question. Dustin nudged Mike in the ribs again, this time with more irritated force, shaking his head in a resigned way. Mike shot him an apologetic shrug, both of them thankful Ms. Lennox wasn’t the kind of teacher who gave detention for little things like being distracted.

Because Mike was, to say the very least, distracted. He hadn’t been able to focus on anything during first or second period, and things were only getting worse as the day progressed, his nerves growing more and more acidic in his stomach. El had looked so tired when he left her yesterday, her eyes weary and her face pale. And when he had called to ask about her after dinner, Hopper said she was sleeping. He said the same thing when Mike called again at seven and a third time at nine-thirty.

It was difficult to forget the sight of El’s face when she had woken up in his lap, the way the blood had been practically gushing from her nose and the fear in her eyes that she insisted was the result of just another nightmare.

But Mike knew El’s nightmares; he had spent months talking her to sleep on the phone, waking to the buzzing of his supercom when she needed to talk in the middle of the night. More than once she’d fallen asleep on his shoulder, babbling and whimpering until she woke up, her terror softened when she looked at him with sleepy eyes.

Yesterday something had felt different and it made Mike worry. Sighing, he returned to his vigilant staring at the clock, counting down the seconds until he could leave school and bike as fast as his legs would carry him over to the cabin.

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Learning a language

Learning a language is a long long process. But it can be made fun and easy.

Learning through apps

1. Duolingo

2. Memrise

3. Quizlet

idk any more apps now please do tell if you all know any

Online sites with language learning resources

1. https://conjugator.reverso.net/conjugation-portuguese.html

This is available for the following languages -

French

English

Spanish

German

Italian

Portuguese

Hebrew

Russian

Arabic

Japanese

2. XeFjord

(european, middle eastern, african, asian, oceanic, native american, etc. etc.)

3. Learn a Language

This site is full of lists of words, phrases, etc with meanings and pronunciation for a bunch of languages. I wish I had discovered it earlier, it is really helpful.

4. Lexicity

Filled with a lot of resources for ancient languages like Akkadian, Egyptian, Mayan, Old English, etc.For each language, it has dictionaries, grammars, texts and some other resources.

5. BBC language learning

This site is filled with courses and lectures etc. for about 40 languages! It also has handy lists like '12 essential phrases in so and so language'

6. Internet Polyglot

This site does not have a languages, but is really good for learning and understanding languages.

7. Ethnologue

this is not exactly a language learning site, but worth a mention. The site claims claims to have language information, language family maps, etc. for world's 7,139 known living languages. It also has your basic information relatied to languages, like the most and least spoken one, endangered ones, etc.

8. Native Language

quote from their site: Native Languages of the Americas: Preserving and promoting American Indian languages

A very good Google document with language learning resources for more than 100 resources is this (credit to reddit user u/chlebka)

Another very good folder is this (credit to the tumblr user @salvadorbonaparte)

If there is some language you want to learn but it is not available on any of the above sites, feel free to send ask me to look for resources for that language. I'm more than happy to help. Or you could message me at @life-gave-me-oranges (my main).

please inform me if any of the above links are broken

taglist: @starfleckedsky @kitkaf @addictedtocoffeeandsupernatural @impossiblepandahideout @un-deci-died

if you want to be added or removed from the tag list, please message me or send me an ask.

i made a quiz: which iconic fairytale lady are you?

there are 20 possible results, with characters both familiar and obscure: beauty from beauty and the beast, princess kaguya, snegurochka, cinderella, the nightingale from death and the nightingale, the little mermaid, sleeping beauty, baba yaga, the fairy godmother, the snow queen, thumbelina, the evil queen, snow white, little red riding hood, goldilocks, the goose girl, bluebeard’s bride, vasilisa the beautiful, rapunzel, and janet from tam lin.

please do reblog + tag with your results; thanks so much if you take it!

Books for beginners

L'Etranger - Albert Camus, 1942

Aujourd'hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas. J'ai reçu un télégramme de l'asile : « Mère décédée. Enterrement demain. Sentiments distingués. » Cela ne veut rien dire. C'était peut-être hier. L'asile de vieillards est à Marengo, à quatre-vingts kilomètres d'Alger. Je prendrai l'autobus à deux heures et j'arriverai dans l'après-midi. Ainsi, je pourrai veiller et je rentrerai demain soir.

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Le Petit Prince - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, 1943

Lorsque j'avais six ans j'ai vu, une fois, une magnifique image, dans un livre sur la Forêt Vierge qui s'appelait "Histoires Vécues". Ça représentait un serpent boa qui avalait un fauve. Voilà la copie du dessin. On disait dans le livre :"Les serpents boas avalent leur proie tout entière, sans la mâcher. Ensuite ils ne peuvent plus bouger et ils dorment pendant les six mois de leur digestion."

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Candide - Voltaire, 1759

Il y avait en Westphalie, dans le château de M. le baron de Thunder-ten-tronckh, un jeune garçon à qui la nature avait donné les mœurs les plus douces. Sa physionomie annonçait son âme. Il avait le jugement assez droit, avec l'esprit le plus simple; c'est, je crois, pour cette raison qu'on le nommait Candide. Les anciens domestiques de la maison soupçonnaient qu'il était fils de la sœur de monsieur le baron et d'un bon et honnête gentilhomme du voisinage, que cette demoiselle ne voulut jamais épouser parce qu'il n'avait pu prouver que soixante et onze quartiers, et que le reste de son arbre généalogique avait été perdu par l'injure du temps.

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Sept jours pour une éternité - Marc Lévy, 2007 (slushy)

Allongé sur son lit, Lucas regarda la petite diode de son beeper qui clignotait frénétiquement. Il referma son livre et le posa juste à côté de lui, ravi. C'était la troisième fois en quarante-huit heures qu'il relisait cette histoire et de mémoire d'enfer aucune lecture ne l'avait autant régalé. Il caressa la couverture du bout du doigt. Ce dénommé Hilton était en passe de devenir son auteur culte.

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La Belle et la Bête - Jeanne de Beaumont, 1757 (tale)

Il y avait une fois un marchand qui était extrêmement riche ; il avait six enfants, trois garçons et trois filles, et, comme ce marchand était un homme d’esprit, il n’épargna rien pour l’éducation de ses enfants et leur donna toutes sortes de maîtres. Ses filles étaient très belles, mais la cadette surtout se faisait admirer, et on ne l’appelait, quand elle était petite, que la Belle Enfant, en sorte que le nom lui en resta, ce qui donna beaucoup de jalousie à ses sœurs.

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Barbe-bleue - Charles Perrault, 1697 (tale)

Il était une fois un homme qui avait de belles maisons à la ville et à la campagne, de la vaisselle d’or et d’argent, des meubles en broderie, des carrosses tout dorés. Mais, par malheur, cet homme avait la barbe bleue : cela le rendait si laid et si terrible, qu’il n’était ni femme ni fille qui ne s’enfuît de devant lui. Une de ses voisines, dame de qualité, avait deux filles parfaitement belles. Il lui en demanda une en mariage, en lui laissant le choix de celle qu’elle voudrait lui donner.

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La Cantatrice chauve - Eugène Ionesco, 1950 (absurd)

SCÈNE I

Intérieur bourgeois anglais, avec des fauteuils anglais. Soirée anglaise. M. SMITH, Anglais, dans son fauteuil et ses pantoufles anglais, fume sa pipe anglaise et lit un journal anglais, près d’un feu anglais. Il a des lunettes anglaises, une petite moustache grise, anglaise. À côté de lui, dans un autre fauteuil anglais, Mme SMITH, Anglaise, raccommode des chaussettes anglaises. Un long moment de silence anglais. La pendule anglaise frappe dix-sept coups anglais.

Mme. SMITH

Tiens, il est neuf heures. Nous avons mangé de la soupe, du poisson, des pommes de terre au lard, de la salade anglaise. Les enfants ont bu de l’eau anglaise. Nous avons bien mangé, ce soir. C’est parce que nous habitons dans les environs de Londres et que notre nom est SMITH.