#language lerning

[aziraphles-ox-ribs]

Got to keep the streak alive

[thebluespacecow]

no, no, no , no wtf Duo? my phone fell into the fucking toilet and was wet for 5 days and you blame ME for not practising German???? WHY ON ERTH DID MY 45' GO TO A FUCKING 1 ???????

I will never forgive what you did

[langismypassion]

Wenn ich sprechen versuche, ich bin sehr sehr peinlich.

Mache ich die Pausen während ich spreche? Ja, vielen Pausen. Mache ich die Fehler während ich spreche? Ja, vielen Fehler?

Habe ich das Gefühl dass ich nie sprechen gut und selbstbewusst werde? Nein.

Ich habe dieses Gefühl nicht.

Ich bin jetzt nicht gut im Sprechen, aber wer ist gut wenn sprechen beginnen? Niemand.

Ich bin nicht ein Kind, ich weiß jetzt, dass ich schließlich alles erreichen werde.

Ich bin so positiv, dass ich überhaupt keine Zweifel haben.

Und es ist sehr lustig, zu sprechen versuchen. Sehr lustig.

Ahh, Ich liebe lernen und sprechen

das Photo gehört mir.

[alazharuniversity]

দোকানদারের সাথে কথোপকথন, মিশরের আঞ্চলিক ভাষায় হাড়ি পাতিল কিনা, মিশরীয়...

[liliyes]

Still struggling, but i try to lern more and more.

Chines is one of the languages i really find interesting and to lern it, is a lots of work.

I really don't know if i can master it, but i try and hope for the best

[electriccounselor365]

10 minutes school new plan

[deathsdaisy]

English is a germanic language dressed in a french trench coat

[shadowdaddies]

Hi can I request a nessian x male!reader, where he is deaf and mute. How they met, when did the bond snap, inner circle reactions, maybe they are lerning sign language, and some Cassian scarying him. Maybe also a bit of angst, where they have a little spicy time and he cant say stop or smh. I know its weird, and detailed, but I really want to see this and i know you are an amazing writer and i know you will write it the best🫶🫶

hi, thank you so much for this request! I enjoyed writing this, and I hope I did your idea justice💜

A/N: for anyone who wants to read this without the angst/safe-wording, I've put that part between sets of "***" so you can skip over it if needed

Everything to Me

Nessian x m!Reader

warnings: (this is fluff, smut, and angst) smut below the cut, oral f!receiving, anal sex, use of safe word

The icy Illyrian air whipped around you, nose and cheeks tinged red from the cold. You felt the new-fallen snow crunch beneath your boots, the chill in your lungs from the wind making you desperate to get back inside quickly.

Pulling back the panel of animal hide that served as the entrance, you ducked down and moved into the healers’ tent. Instant warmth seeped into your bones, muscles relaxing as you sighed with relief.

A motion in the corner caught your eye, gaze drifting to where another healer, Attia, smiled warmly at you. “I made some tea for you,” she signed, turning to pour steaming liquid from the kettle into a cup. 

She held it out for you, nodding politely when you signed a stiff “thank you,” before wrapping your hands around the warm drink. The heat from the vessel alone was enough to lift your spirits, bringing life back to your numb hands.

A small chill hit your back, and you followed Attia’s gaze to the entrance of the tent where two Illyrian males stood. You offered a grin to the one you recognized, hazel eyes meeting yours as he matched your greeting with a nod of his own.

Setting your cup to the side, you freed your hands to talk with him. “Azriel,” you greeted, “how are your wings?”

“Much better, thanks to you,” Az signed back, and only then did you realize who was standing in the tent slightly behind the shadowsinger. 

General Cassian looked on with interest as Azriel turned slightly towards him to speak, signing his words as he did so you could follow the conversation. “This is our new best healer. He is who repaired my wings last year.”

“...And this is Cassian,” Azriel continued as he turned to face you. Your eyes met the general’s, but his eyes did not fall to where you were moving your hands in communication.

Instead, the Lord of Bloodshed stumbled back slightly, his eyes going wide the moment you made eye contact. Sudden fear struck you, unsure of what you did to prompt Cassian’s reaction - but before you could amend the situation, he’d uttered some words to Azriel before disappearing into the cold.

Even the stoic shadowsinger’s eyes flickered with shock before he composed himself. “I am sorry about Cassian - it seems he had somewhere to be.” His gaze swept the room, noting the teapot on the table next to Attia. “Would you mind if I joined you both for some tea?”

You knew his friendliness was a distraction - in the time you’d known the spymaster, you’d learned that while he might be kind at heart, he was not friendly. Nonetheless, you nodded, joining him as you sat on a cushion and enjoyed the conversation.

~~~

Several days passed before a familiar face showed in the healers’ tent again, Cassian looking much calmer and more put together than you’d last seen him. A striking female stood next to him - his mate, Nesta, from what you had heard.

There was an air of curiosity about her, silver eyes boring into you as though she were looking for something that not even you could see. Chin raised in a queenly elegance, the female lifted her lips in a graceful smile.

“My name is Nesta. I believe you met my mate, Cassian, already,” she signed, movements a little slow but uncommonly graceful.

Nervously, you looked to the general, your pleasant surprise apparent when he gestured, “it is good to see you again. I am learning sign language.” It was clear he had rehearsed the motions, but you weren’t sure why he had put in the effort after meeting so briefly.

“It is good to see you, too,” you signed back - slower than usual - making sure to give a pleasant smile as you did so.

From then on, Nesta and Cassian would visit you often, joining you for lunch in between training sessions at the camps, practicing their sign language with you - they were kind and supportive, curious about you and your work as a healer. 

You quickly found the both of them to be an integral part of your life, waking up each morning excited to see them. Days were brighter, the newfound friendship filling a void within you that you hadn’t known existed.

It was unlike any other friendship, or even any other relationship that you’d had before. This connection was deeper, and you were pondering how that could be one night outside by the fire with Nesta and Cassian when it hit you.

As your eyes wandered to where their hands were joined, sipping ale while they watched the fire, you realized with a pang of jealousy that you wanted that as well. You wanted their touch, their love, to stop waiting until they visited to be able to see them.

As if sensing your thoughts, Nesta turned to look at you, silver eyes reflecting the flames from the crackling fire when you dropped your drink into the dirt, frothy ale spilling out on the ground.

As easily as the two people in front of you slid into your life like missing pieces, the puzzle was put together before you. Cassian’s shocked reaction when you first met, the pull that you felt towards him and Nesta - everything snapped into place when you felt that odd tug pulling at your rib.

Nesta and Cassian exchanged a glance before turning back towards you, gentle and cautious while they studied your reaction. 

A lump formed in your throat, hands twitching anxiously as the words escaped you, so you signed the only one that seemed to echo through your mind. “Mates?”

You felt your eyes well with emotion, tears threatening to spill over the corners when they both nodded. 

~~~

The same overwhelming feeling of love and contentment settled in your soul as the dying embers of the hearth brought you back to the memories of that night. Marking your place in the book you were reading, you turned your head to admire the painting Feyre had gifted you - a perfect recreation of your mating ceremony, with Cassian and Nesta seated on either side of you as you dined and celebrated with friends and family.

You noticed Nesta in the corner of your eye, your mate smiling brightly down at you. “What are you thinking?” she signed, taking a seat next to you on the sofa.

The scent of fire and steel invaded your senses, her alluring aroma slightly darkened as you allowed your gaze to drag over the sight of her in her training leathers. “I am thinking how much I love you,” you signed, smirking at the flush across her cheeks, the way her chest began to rise and fall with more effort. “I’m thinking how I can’t believe I lived so long without you and Cassian,” your lips dragged slowly up her neck, sucking softly on her fluttering pulse before you pulled away. “I am thinking that I need you, now.”

Nesta’s throat bobbed as she signed hastily, “then take me.” 

You wasted no time, hands wrapping around her thighs as her arms wove around your neck, teeth and tongues clashing in a passionate kiss. Your knees hit the mattress, your cue to lay your mate down softly on the bed, her golden brown hair splayed out beneath her.

“You are beautiful,” you told her, dropping your hands to the ties of her pants while she helped you pull them off. Nesta slid backwards to the top of the bed, her head resting against the pillows, hands finding purchase in your hair as you kissed the soft skin of her thighs.

Prying her legs open, the scent of her arousal was intoxicating, removing any semblance of restraint you might have had. Diving into her core, you sucked on her clit, tongue flicking out against the sensitive bud. 

She writhed beneath you, sending your male pride surging as you felt the vibrations of her moans against your face and hands. You brought one finger to curl inside of her, pumping slowly as her slick grew before adding a second.

Keeping your mouth on her clit, you curled and twisted your fingers inside her warmth, biting back a grin as you sent her spiraling into an orgasm in no time. 

Pulling your fingers from Nesta’s pussy, you held them up in the light to let her see her release before bringing them to your lips and sucking. “Delicious,” you signed, cock twitching at the adorable blush on her cheeks at your filthy words.

The change in shadows and Nesta’s glance towards the door drew you from the moment, your eyes following hers to see Cassian standing in the doorframe. His hazel eyes were dark and wild, his own cock straining against his pants.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Nesta asked, back arching with a feline playfulness as she watched your other mate stride towards you.

“I did,” Cassian replied, his signing much more punctuated than Nesta’s satiated movements. “But it looks like you’ve yet to take care of our mate,” he nodded towards where your cock was leaking through your pants.

Nesta arched a dark brow at you, a sultry look on her face as she leaned forward, unbuttoning your shirt while pressing soft kisses to the newly exposed skin. You felt Cassian’s warmth behind you, sensed his movements as he undressed. 

They both helped you remove your pants, the three of you now bare and aching with desire. Cassian must have said something to Nesta, because she returned to her place at the head of the bed, kneeling there with her hair covering her full breasts. “Elbows and knees,” she directed to you, sucking in a breath as you obeyed with leisure, soaking in her expressions as you crawled between her legs, ass in the air for Cassian behind you.

Cassian’s strong hands settled firmly on your ass, working the flesh there as you felt a cold substance poured over your hole. One finger slid inside of you, then two, and your head fell into Nesta’s lap as Cassian worked you open.

Delicate fingers wove through your hair, teasing along the sensitive membrane of your wing in just the right place to leave your body shaking. Collapsing into the sheets, you buried your face once more in Nesta’s wet pussy, eating her out slowly this time as Cassian entered you from behind.

It was ecstasy, to be between your mates like this. You struggled to focus on Nesta, your technique growing sloppy the harder Cassian thrust inside of you. 

***

Suddenly, you felt Cassian’s hands wrap around your wrists, holding them together behind you to arch your back in a way that let him hit impossibly deeper. You could hardly breathe, the pleasure was too much, or so you thought. 

Cassian continued pounding into you, but you couldn’t breathe pressed against Nesta’s skin. You pulled away as best you could, head instead falling into the sheets at an uncomfortable angle. You could hardly think of anything except that you needed this to stop, needed a break, but you couldn’t sign to them.

As Cassian thrust into you again, fingertips found his wrists, and you dug a nail hard into the skin there, quickly making an attempt to sign “stop.”

All at once, everything stilled, and you felt Nesta move from beneath you to lay at your side, face level with your own. “Are you hurt?”

Shaking your head, you let your now-released hands fall to the mattress as Cassian slid out of you. You turned over so they could both see your hands, and still catching your breath, explained. “I am not hurt. I could not breathe well, and got scared when I couldn’t use my hands.” 

You noticed Cassian’s face crumble with guilt, the general falling back on his heels. Feeling his pain through the bond, you leaned forward, hands finding his cheeks as you pulled him in for a gentle kiss. 

“I am okay. This is just something we need to talk about in the future - a way for us all to still be able to communicate in bed.”

***

Cass’s gaze softened slightly, visible relief edging at his features. “You are sure you’re alright?” he pressed.

“I am sure. Now, will you please lay with me?” you asked, taking his hand and Nesta’s in each of yours as you guided them to join you under the covers. 

Nesta’s arms wound around your waist, her body curling into your side, one leg hiked across your own. You found Cassian’s hand, intertwining it with your own to press a kiss to the tough skin there. You smiled softly at the feeling of his long onyx hair brushing your neck, soft lips pressed to your cheek before you drifted off to sleep in your mates’ warm embrace.

[touchoflaughter]

Little Secrets

[Ragnarssons Tk-Fic ]

Summary: It's one of those typical dinner table talks between the Ragnarssons when troublemaker Ivar chooses violence over peace again. So Björn decides to step in and put him in his place. Again.

Ticklish!Ivar ; Lers/Björn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, Sigurd

sfw nsfw

words: 2364

Warning: This is a TickleFic! Noncon tickling & vulgar language (It’s pretty mean, folks) If that's not your thing I suggest you to skip this one.

"You gotta be kidding!", Ivar chuckled while taking the jug of mead right in front of him.

"Come and think about it, this makes sense.", Ubbe took another bite from his chicken drumstick while making a pensive face.

"Halfdan? I really can't imagine him with another man.", Sigurd shook his head. "The very thought fills me with nausea."

"Calm down! What's wrong with preferring men over women?", Björn looked around one. "He's nothing less of a fierce Norseman."

"Do you want to confess something to us, too?", Ivar stimulated his eldest brother with a sassy grin.

"Funny.", Björn countered, with a drained look on his face. He was so over his youngest brothers attitude.

"I agree with Björn on this one. Halfdan is a great man who had our back quite a few times.", Hvitserk acceded.

"I don't know. Still seems weird to me.", Sigurd shook his head disapprovingly.

"Oh come one Sigurd, don't make a fool out of yourself.", Ivar darted a knowing look towards his older brother who just wanted to continue eating but paused at his words.

"What?", Sigurd looked at his brother with Irritation.

"We all know you like men. No need to hide it.", Ivar grinned and pointed at Sigurds lute that's always right by his side. "I mean you even compose sentimental ballads and I definitely didn't miss that one time you went to the tanners apprentice for him to quickly fix your coat, only for you to get back home with your shirt the wrong way up.

The whole table turned silent for a few seconds, everyone paused in their movements. Sigurd threw an angry look at his younger brother, who was the only one to continue eating as if nothing happened.

"Cut the bullshit! He also fixed my shirt, that's why!", Sigurd banged his fist on the table. Everyone continued eating, trying not to get involved into the two wranglers fight.

"A likely story!", Ivar couldn't stifle an amused laughter. "Just so you know, I got loads of problems with you but being homosexual is none of them. So calm down."

Sigurds head has turned deeply red when he continued eating his soup in a tensed way. "You're crazy."

"I shouldn't have told you about it.", Björn regretted his decision already. "What did I even think would happen?"

"Well it was quite obvious what would happen.", Ubbe laughed, looking at his younger brothers, one eating his soup in silence, the other satisfied with how everything went.

"I hope all of you know this information is just between the five of us.", the eldest instructed with a serious look.

"What exactly? Halfdans homosexuality or the shirt fixing thing that means nothing?", Ivar continued making digs at Sigurd who looked up immediately. It was way too easy to trigger him.

"Shut your mouth!", Sigurd impulsively threw the carving knife towards Ivar, who only just managed to dodge it. The youngest chuckled, as if the sharp weapon didn't get stuck in the wooden armrest, right where his forearm has been seconds before. "Poor Sigurd, are you mad now? Go make up for it by writing an angry poem or- well I guess you know an even better option."

"You clearly don't know when to stop.", Ubbe tried to enter shallow water again. "Sigurd you need to lern how to ignore his teasing."

"Why are you like this, Ivar?", Björn sighed like a failed parent who gave up long ago.

The youngest continued eating in satisfaction with a gleeful smile plastered on his face.

"Oh you think it's funny to torment every living being around you?", Björn leaned forward, looking at Ivar directly. "Probably you need to taste your own medicine in order for you to stop harassing others."

The three brothers scouted the scene when Ivar put his fork aside and returned Björns look bored. "Go on. Your poor treasury of words and repartee isn't able to match mine anyway."

Björn dabbed his mouth with a napkin before he got up and walked towards his brother who slowly began to realise, the eldest had no interest in talking it out.

"All of that is just warm words, little brother. You always forget you're pretty disadvantaged when the time of talking is over.", Björn looked down at Ivar, who didn't seem to be frightened at all.

"Calm down. You know that's just how he is.", Hvitserk tried to comfort Björn, aligning himself with Ivar as usual.

"Yeah don't beat him up just because of a few meaningless words.", Ubbe agreed with Hvitserk, being the arbiter once again.

"I don't mind you teaching him a lesson.", Sigurd leaned backwards, eyeing the scene gleefully. "He totally deserves it."

"Coward.", Ivar hissed at him, before looking up to Björn, who was still glancing down at him. But something in his expression has changed. He seemed to have a plan. Ivar swallowed hard and started considering how he'd make it out alive without eating his words.

"Hit me already! I won't apologise for telling the truth!", Ivar leaned backwards with his guard down, hoping his brothers pride will prevent him from beating up an unarmed cripple.

"You sneaky rascal. You know damn well I'd never be able to hit you, looking like this.", Björn grinned down at him, knowing exactly Ivar acts helpless on purpose.

"That's a low trick Ivar! Just take it like a man!", Sigurd commented, disappointed with how things were going.

"You two! Cut it out!", Ubbe instructed, having enough of that bunfight. "And you, Sigurd! Stop being a chicken-hearted shit and face him yourself!"

Everyones but Ivar's jar fell. Ubbe hardly uses foul language and he also rarely chooses Ivars side.

The youngest started cackling at his words, approving with his second eldest brother for the first time in forever. Hvitserk had to stifle an amused grin as well when Björn turned back towards Ivar: "You're lucky Ubbe decided to come to your relieve. Are you going to behave now?"

Ivar gave a snarky laugh, feeling too secure for his own good again: "Since when is telling the truth a misbehaviour?"

"Ivaaaar.", Björn sighed his name long-drawn-out with a tortured undertone. "Don't do this to yourself."

"Do what?", the youngest asked confusedly. "You gotta face the fact, you can't do shit, brother. And now go back to your seat and let me finish my plate!"

"That was a mistake.", Hvitserk murmured when the youngest continued eating as if nothing happened.

Then, all of a sudden, Ivar was bowled over and fell from his chair to the ground. Before anyone realised what was happening, Björn swooped down on Ivar, who laid flat on his back, gasping under the weight of his gigantic brother.

Right when the youngest opened his mouth to let off steam, a high pitched scream came out of his throat, followed by forced, loud laughter. The remaining brothers needed a moment to understand what was going on: Björn tackled Ivar to the ground and instantly started a rigorous tickle attack!

Everyone of them knows about this big weakness of their little brother. Even though they take advantage of it quite often, the youngest goes bright red with shame whenever he finds himself in this vulnerable position. Somehow it doesn't stop him from being a bratty bully and he also seems to forget about that effective punishment whenever he decides to make fun of one of his brothers.

"Björn have mercy with him!", Hvitserk tried to drown Ivars hysterical laughter out.

"Kill him!", Sigurd encouraged their eldest brother, looking down at the Ivar who was laughing and screaming uncontrollably. Björn dug right into his upper ribs, one of the killer spots. Ivar tried to curse and threaten through his laughter but he didn't manage to form at least one coherent word.

Ubbe, who tried to decide wether this was funny or serious, watched the scene with a little smile playing on his lips. "Easy, Björn! You know he can't handle it well."

"That's the whole point!", Björn grinned in a devilish way while getting his younger brothers hands out of the way by pinning them above his head. "Sigurd come help me with this little rascal!"

There was no need for him to repeat that. Sigurd bounced from his chair and placed himself immediately in front of Björn to keep Ivars strong arms in place. Now Björn had both his hands to tickle the crap out of his stubborn brother, who wasn't able to defend himself the tiniest bit.

Ivar, who had a short break while the positions were changing, was hopping mad at his brothers. He couldn't help but giggle during his threat, due to the previous tickling anyways: "Gehet off! Don't touch me Sigurd! You gutless cohoward! This is nohot fahair!! Björn you piehiece of- wait what- NO!"

Ivar paused his cursing when his oldest brother pulled up his shirt, revealing the youngest toned upper body. Björn started squeezing into Ivars strong obliques, enjoying him freaking out about it: "FUHUCKERS!! AHAHAHA I HAHATEE YOUHUHU! NOHOAHAHAHA!" He tried to press his lips together, to not give them any satisfaction, but after not even a second he bursted out laughing even shriller: "I'LL KIHILL YOUHUHU! FUHUHUCK STOHOP! AHH NAHAHA FUCKING IHIDIOTSAHAHA!"

"Ahaww look at our baby brother, trying to be serious.", Björn mocked, staying at the same spot but increasing the speed and pressure even more, putting his brother through agony.

Ivar turned to Hvitserk and Ubbe who were watching the scene from the table: "DOHON'T JUHUST SIHIT THEHERE! HEHELP MEHE!"

Suddenly, Björn changed positions and started digging into Ivars upper ribs and the wide latissimus. Ivar started screaming and yelling, begging them to stop but whether Björn, nor Sigurd seemed to have enough yet.

"Hey that's enough! He clearly can't take any more.", Hvitserk got up from his chair to succour.

"I decide when he has enough!", Björn clarified, starting to scribble his big hands up and down ivars whole torso, driving him mad.

"Cut it out!", Hvitserk placed his hand on Björns shoulder and pulled him backwards to underline his call.

Björn stopped the torture for a moment and turned towards his little brother who immediately stumbled a few steps back.

"Listen: You better stop bothering me or you're in his place at once, got it?", Björn gave him a warning glance. Hvitserk swallowed hard and looked over to Ivar who was looking back with tears in his eyes.

"Come on, Björn.", Hvitserk tried to negotiate, while recognising the begging glance on his little brothers face. "He clearly learned his lesson.

"Ohh you think so?", Björn grinned. "You suppose he wouldn't humiliate others for entertainment anymore?"

"Well, that's kinda how he is. You won't tickle it out of him anyways.", Hvitserk shrug his shoulders, looking from one to another. "Come on, let him go."

"So you think I don't have to punish him anymore and it's alright he's putting his needs top priority?", Björn asked with a vicious undertone.

Hvitserk knew he was up to something but still he tried his best to get his brother out of that. "If that makes you let go of him, yes.

"Alright. One last test. Let's see if our stubborn rascal learned his lesson.", Björn, still sitting on Ivars waist, leaned over him, their ice-blue eyes facing each other. Ivar was still breathing heavily and sweating, his face and upper body had turned bright red and there were several marks where his brothers fingers dug into the muscles.

Björn started scribbling and spidering his fingers lightly all over his brothers belly and chest, forcing him to make a tortured noise that slowly turned into involuntary giggles. "Tell me Ivar, would you like me to stop?"

"Stuhupihid quehestion frohom a stupid persohon.", his brother answered, as sassy as always. Björn had to get ahold of himself, not to tickle him to pieces again. "Even though you clearly ask for more, I'm willing to let you. There's only one condition."

"Fucking ahahanything!", Ivar pulled on his arms, that were still secured by Sigurd, trying to get away from Björns unbearably ticklish movements.

"So you're fine with Hvitserk taking your place?", Björn asked while mischievously increasing the speed even more, teasing out a yell and even louder giggles that turn into helpless laughter pretty quickly.

Hvitserks jaw dropped when he heard what his brother just said and he quickly increased the space between him and the rest. "W-Wait. Ivar- don't!"

Ivar didn't ponder for a second. He immediately nodded as forcefully as he could. "Yehehes! Fuhuck lehet goo!"

Björn let go of Ivar, stood up and turned towards the intimidated Hvitserk, who slowly but surely stepped backwards, trying to leave the hut without the eldest noticing. A knowing grin playing on his lips: "Poor Hvitserk. That's what you get for turning against me, trying to side with a lone wolf."

"I-I'm sohorry, Hvitty.", Ivar stuttered, still laying on the ground. Then, all of a sudden he seized Björns legs and managed to knock him down. "RUN!"

Hvitserk didn't think about it twice. He turned around and made a quick getaway.

"You devious nag! Let go or I swear I tickle you to death!", Björn threatened, starting to squeeze into Ivars ribs at once. The youngest flinched hard and had no choice but to release him. Björn jumped up and chased after Hvitserk who left the hut a few seconds before.

"Why can't we just eat in peace for once?", Ubbe sighed, picking at his food in frustration. Then he went over to Ivar, who tried to catch his breath and helped him get up and back on his seat.

Sigurd, who had taken his seat already, looked at his younger brother gleefully. "Hopefully you learned your lesson."

Ivar, who felt deeply humiliated already, looked at him with a warning glance: "Careful."

"Look who didn't make it." All heads turned to the open door, where Björn just entered the room with Hvitserk in tow...

Ready for a part 2?

[josephines-thoughts]

✨📖My Daily Study Routine - University Version📖✨

Now I am at my third semester at the university, so I‘ve had a lot of time to find the optimal study routine for me. Every day in my week is different, wich is why I basically start to doing my tasks at different times (so this routine only refers to the days off that I can use for studying). Maybe you will have read or heard some tips of mine, but you can still include them individually into you‘re own routine (if you want). I hope my routine motivates you as much as it does to me! And a short information for y‘all, excuse my mistakes in english grammar, english is not the language i usally speak.

1. Get up between 6:00 am 7:00 am⏰

If I have the morning off, I try to start the day relaxed. Things that helping me to do this:

a cup with my favourite tea

drinkin‘ lot‘s of water (but I don‘t mange it it everday)

wearing my favorite cardigan (This might sound ridiculous, but I learn best when I'm wearing my favorite cardigan.)

listen to my favourite Spotify- playlists or watching Gilmore Girls 🎧 (Below I have linked the playllists i am using)

2. Create a good workspace✨

After strating good in the day, I collect all of the thing I need. These are the things I am using:

iPad + keyboard & mouse

Applepen

Airpods

notebook & pens

books (when I need them)

water or tea

I don‘t need many things because I have everything important on my iPad.

3. Get an owerview👀

To-do lists always help me a lot to get an owerview. I‘m using some Apps for this step: (but you can write it down on paper)

Actions

Structured

4. Set priorities✍🏻

For me there are 3 THINGS I have to decide between. These are:

STUDYING

First, I set myself a time limit (i can work better with this). I can learn very well with the following apps:

Forest (you won't believe me how much i love to plant these little trees)

Quizlet (this app helps me a lot when I'm studying for my final exams.)

COMPLETE MY NOTES

If you‘re a student at the university too, than you will know this. Most of the time you will get a „ugly“ PowerPoint for the lecture or seminar. For this reason I make my own study notes (with them I can lern better). When i am writing my notes i am using this App:

Goodnotes (Most of you probably know this app. I can no longer imagine my life without Goodnotes.)

DOING MY HOMEWOKS

For my homeworks I am also setting a timer with the Forest- App. During the semester I probably sit the longest on my homeworks. Since I'm studying Latin, I have to translate a lot of lectures, almost every day.

5. Check you‘re To-do lists again🗒️

When I think I have everything done, I look at my lists again & check them.

6. Tidy up you‘re workspace🧹

I always tidy up after a long study session. Believe me, it's worth it. Then next time you won't have such difficulties sitting down at your desk.

7. Go for a walk🚶🏻‍♀️

After hours of studying, it‘s beneficial to get some fresh air. (But I have to be honest, I can hardly manage it). But i‘m including this step because it should actually be done (in my opinion).

🎧My study- playlists🎧

[novustrad]

I don't check the Warframe site very often, but I'm so glad I did because I love language puzzles like this.

The point is to figure out the password.

We start with a post-it: The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.

And a short message.

I needed a little extra help from a reddit post that has this helpful key.

So this language (I think I remember someone saying it was Alternative or Low Orokin or something?) seems to be phonetically spelt. For example, "th" is different in "the" (dhuhh) and "Arthur" (Ar(th)uhr). The consonant that occurs twice in "quick" doesn't make sense to be "q", the image from Reddit translates it as "k".

Personally, for consistency, I think "f" should be "ph". Maybe "v" as "bh"? I'll use "f" and "v" for the direct translation here.

Consonants are the larger letters, vowels are the smaller ones above them. So far as I can tell, when paired together, vowels go before the consonant. Vowels on their own are paired with a "h".

Spoilers and answers incoming. If you want to figure all this out yourself, don't go any further. If you want the password, scroll all the way to the bottom.

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The post-it, when translated with help of the phonetic key reads:

Dhuhh kooihk brown fawks juhmps ovehr dhuhh laezeeh dog.

The message as written reads:

Arthehr, for sols saek lern howh tooh pawrk eeor gawdam bayehk.

Ihf ayeh fayehnd iht ihn mayeh spawt uhgehn, Ihm kihkihng iht ovehr.

Ooidh luhv,

Koohihnseeh

P.S. Ihm spozed tooh ihnvayeht eehooh tooh dhuhh nooh eeihrz bash.

Kuhnsihdehr dhihs dhuhh ihnvayeht.

Arthur, for sols sake learn how to park your goddamn bike.

If I find it in my spot again, I'm kicking it over.

With love,

Quincy

P.S. I'm 'sposed to invite you to the New Year's bash.

Consider this that invite.

Honestly, it wasn't very clear to me what the password is. If you got it on your own, you're cleverer than me. If you didn't, the password is:

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happynewyear

[salvadorbonaparte]

Hallo! I am a native English speaker aber ich lerne auch Deutsch. Apologies if you've already done this somewhere else on your blog, but would you be able to explain what you mean by hin/er/sie pronouns? Is hin a singular gender-neutral pronoun (er hat ein Buch, sie hat ein Buch, hin hat ein Buch) and you're also happy with the gendered er and sie, or are er and sie different forms of hin (like when we say she/her/hers, or maybe in German er/ihn/ihm)? I'm trans myself (he/him) and I love learning about the different ways languages adapt for the needs of trans and nonbinary people but I'm not yet very familiar with trans-inclusive language in German so I'd love to know more.

(Oh and as a secondary question, does German have an equivalent word for "queer" - an inclusive catch-all term for basically everything under the umbrella? I've done a bit of looking but haven't found much good information on that so far)

Anyway danke schön and I hope you're having a good day!

Hello! Also I've seen the addendum and don't worry about the typo.

Hen/hens/hem is a gender neutral pronoun I have seen on a list of options for German once that I really liked and kinda want to make happen (which isn't really working). So I also use other pronouns like er or sie. It's taken from Swedish and germanised which I thought is a great parallel to how English got some pronouns from Old Norse (like she actually). I do have a longer post about this somewhere but I'll have to dig it up once I'm home. Please remind me in a couple days!!

Yeah we literally have the word "queer". I'm not sure when people started using it but it's been around for a long while and because it's not a slur in German (while the terms for gay and homosexual have been used more derogatory) it's actually a lot more neutral and accepted here.

[langismypassion]

Das ist mein erster Text auf Deutsch. Ich habe ein aufregendes Gefühl. Ich hoffe, dass ich werde bei Texte schreiben weniger Fehler und Angst haben. Aber ich brauche gewiss mehr Zeit.

Ich habe viel Arbeit gemacht, viel gelernt. Ich habe neue Wörter gelernt mit Spaced repetition. Ich versuche diese Methode zum ersten Mal. Ich mag das, ich bin sicher, dass das Methode werde helfen! Auch habe ich etwas Video auf Deutsch gesehen. Easy German ist sehr hilfsbereit!

Auch habe ich eine Geschichte gelesen, der ich mag sehr viel, die war interessante und mit viel hilfsbereite Sätze. Und habe ich einen Satz bemerkt, der ich erinnere sich aus dem Film. Ich habe den Film gesehen vor lange Zeit, und nur heute habe ich versteht und gehört, was war dort! Ich mag diesen Drolligkeit von mein Gedächtnis!

Der Winter ist kalt und grau. Nicht bunt, nicht Spaß. Das macht mich traurig und freudlos. Nur Lernen hilft mir, motiviert und optimistisch sein. Ich mache mich besser, kluger. Ich würde im Winter im kalten Land nicht mehr bleiben.

[alazharuniversity]

সবজি দোকানে মিশরীদের সাথে আঞ্চলিক ভাষায় কথা বলা, মিশরীয় কথোপকথন শিখুন,...

[vigorous-king-of-spring]

Since their second meeting in their dreams, Thranduil's healing speeded up, as if something rekindled his vitality and will to live. He was also a bit impatient, sometimes to the point that Estë had to reprimand him with her firm and yet quiet voice. She also usually reminded him what could and most probably would follow if her instructions to him were unheeded.

At such times he asked Valya to read for him. As she did, it was hard for him to tear his eyes away from her lips. When she read from those travel-journals, he imagined himself with Valya, walking or riding in the lands, described in the journal. It helped him to get over his frustration rather efficiently.

There were evenings, when they could share the Valarin wine in privacy, just like the first time. It was hard to go to sleep after that though, the kings mind and imagination venturing way further than he himself dared while awake.

Another week passed, when Thranduil recieved a whole little chest of letters from Legolas. He wrote them under the guidance of his tutor and they served as excercise in writing and language. There were also pictures attached. One of them portrayed Thranduil, Legolas himself and Valya, all three with blueberry war paint.

At that time, both could go out of the tent for a short walk. Estë started their rehabilitation therapies. Thranduil was so relieved to learn, that his other eye healed well and he didn't lost vision in it, that he almost wept.

When he answered his son's letters one by one, he suggested Valya to write to Legolas as well - the boy seemed to be way too shy to write directly to her.

A month since their second meeting was nearing to it's end, when after multiple checks Estë agreed to them returning home - the reports stated repeatedly that the way was safe. Thranduil now wore a mask designed especially for him - not just to cover his scars and still healing skin, but also to protect it from infection and irritation.

Legolas was extatic to meet them at the gates. Estë and her healers joined them, there was still work to be done and Estë herself was eager to share knowledge with local healers and to lern about their way of healing.

@valyabrethil

[thefanboyhub]

Hallo! Ich bin Bea, Ich lerne Deutsch.

I obviously still suck at it and I'm still a baby at it but I am learning German! I'm actually pretty good at it in my opinion (it makes so much sense and I'm retaining the knowledge a lot better and faster than any other languages I've attempted). Anywho~

Bis später! 😌✨