contrary to popular belief, someone who is fluent in their second language (L2) is unlikely to slip into their first language (L1) in these circumstances:
if someone just said something to them in L2 (this a big unconscious cue, and you’d be really unlikely to respond in L1 right after that)
when swearing in the middle of a sentence (e.g. “oh merde, i forgot my keys!”)
during sex
when speaking to someone they normally speak to in L2
it is slightly more common in these circumstances:
swearing, as long it’s not part of a sentence (e.g. they might just mutter “merde” if they forgot their keys)
if they’re surprised (especially if falling/tripping or experiencing sudden pain!)
when speaking to someone they normally speak to in L1
in their sleep or talking to themselves
when very disoriented, such as when concussed or on certain drugs
that being said, it is very common for people to intentionally use their first language in front of people who don’t speak it for a variety of reasons (they might use a short expression they only know in L1, call their partner pet names, dirty talk during sex because their partner finds it attractive) – but this is on purpose!
also this doesn’t account for people who grew up in an environment where people often mix multiple languages in their speech (e.g. spanglish or franglais) – in that case, they may accidentally drop an L1 swear into an L2 sentence, though they’ll still generally stick to L2 when speaking to people who only speak that language
also: if you for some reason forget a word in L2 (or L3 or L4) in many cases your brain will automatically try to recall it from the last language you learned, not necessarily your mother tongue/L1. it’s a really nifty little phenomenon that has the bane of my existence for some time.
also: it’s more likely (at least to me & other bilingual people I know, and ESPECIALLY if your second language is english) for you to slip into L2 while speaking L1, or to pepper L2 terms into a L1 conversation because you happened to forget how to say those words in your native language.
Also if you grew up around multiple languages (especially when they’re being mixed a lot), you might not know for sure which word is in which language. I certainly don’t. Like, I learned in my mid-thirties that something I thought was a Tamil diminutive was actually a bit of Kannada that my family used as a diminutive? And that two words I thought meant slightly different items, were actually just the Tamil & Hindi words for the same thing?
Also! Small bi/multilingual children will mix things up in the cutest way. Hathiphant is my fave example :) (Hathi is Hindi for elephant)
spiders will pull their own legs clean off if they get damaged because most of them can regrow legs during molting, which explains why you often see spiders missing a leg but never any missing half a leg?
some remarkably distressing scientists proved this by getting a spider to pull off all of its legs and then feeding its limbless torso for months until it sprouted a full complement of legs again and then hopefully used them to get the fuck out of dodge
baby spiders don’t get lenses until their first molt and before that they just have baby eyes and while this ought not to be any weirder than the concept of baby teeth, welp,
there are so many spiders floating around thousands of metres up in the air that they’re described as “aerial plankton”
The Sky Is Full Of Spiders
there are spider-parasitising spiders but instead of laying eggs in organs or stealing blood or anything like that they just ride on top of bigger spiders and steal snacks when their mighty steed is eating
there are ant-mimicking spiders that use their disguises to raid ant nests and w/e but there are also ant mimics that just. hang out. they make fake ant colonies full of fake ants. sometimes the actual ants that they’re mimicking find their house and live with them. stealth 100
some mother spiders live in communal family nests, where multiple mothers can work together to bring down bigger prey while all their collected babies are cared for by the babysitters
some mother spiders feed their babies mouth to mouth like birds
some mother spiders carry their babies around and i was aware of this but not the fact that if you steal their eggsac they’ll freak out and search for it for hours and sometimes end up adopting anything that’s vaguely the right size, they will carry around empty snail shells for weeks and lovingly dote on them…
Ohhhhhj so the childhood self doesn't disappear forever they come back as a ghost when you are struggling to break into adulthood and sit with you during your lunch break so you're not alone. Alright
Synopsis: The Hero of Time wants to show his wife just how far his adoration goes, little does he know she has a plan in motion…
Hi everyone! Here’s a short yet spicy drabble of Time and Malon very much inspired by the NSFW sofa in the Fellowship of the Links server (c*m couch/fuck flat my beloved <3), I hope you all enjoy!
The ranch’s warm breeze in the summer months always brought a smile to the face of the Hero of Time, how it would flow through the curtains in the mornings, flowing elegantly and with ease, making him realise that yes, he was in fact safe in the comfort of his home, not moments from death at the piercing of an arrow or the brutal slash of a claymore marked with the enemy’s insignia. He never knew when a day like that would come, thus he vowed to make the most of the small moments in life, whether it be small talk on a journey with the other heroes he’d acquainted himself with over their common goal or revisiting his past and venturing to Kokiri Forest, whenever he worked up the willpower to do so, that is, he was going to try at least.
And of course, there was Malon.
His dearest Malon, the woman he had the honour to wed, knowing her since childhood, puppy love turning into true, undeniable adoration for one another. Oh how he loved her, how her gorgeous auburn hair sat just right on her shoulders, the way her beautiful lips perked up as he’d make her laugh, how her hand fit in his so perfectly, he could go on for days about everything he loves about her, a strong-spirited yet reassuring woman with the most gorgeous singing voice in all of Hyrule. The hero could not care less about just how biased he was towards her, she was utterly perfect, the answers to his questions, the light at the end of a dark lonely tunnel, the best thing to ever happen to him.
Talking of Malon, she was right there, walking towards the open window in her simple white nightgown, taking in the breeze as the sun’s rays kissed her skin, as if she didn’t look like a goddess already. Time looked at her in awe, how her hair floated softly when the wind met with it, the look of relaxation on her face, he would fight any demon hundreds of times just to see that face once, knowing she was happy and content was enough for him.
His working eye gazed to her frame, curvy and soft, a truly feminine shape, like a mountain range. She looked so womanly, it was… very distracting, how her hips rose and dipped, how hard the temptation was to not hold her softly by her waist and hug her from behind while whispering sweet nothings, and that’s not even talking about her thighs… practically an altar that the man lay every ounce of his worship for her body at, as well as the regions beyond the soft flesh. Her ample chest and behind too… he was raised a man who respects women for who they are and to not objectify, which he followed without fail, yet that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire of his dear wife’s loveliness that she had to offer, he was all hers, and she was all his.
‘Heh, mornin’ dear! Yer lookin’ excited this mornin’…’ Her mellow southern voice sang, smiling sweetly at his rather eager admiration of the woman before him judging by the… bump in the duvet where his lap happened to be.
“I can’t help it, sweetheart, you being this gorgeous, I just can’t believe I have the honour of being your husband, I want to show you just how honoured I am.” Time admits, a blush on his cheeks after being caught out by her.
Then an idea pops in his head, the mood is gentle and sensual, the animals who make their home at the ranch are still asleep, and that’s not just talking about the 8 young heroes that he journeys with sleeping soundly in the ranch’s spare rooms, and with his wife looking as radiant as she always does, it is hard for him to resist asking this.
“Why don’t you get comfy here, my love…” He smirks, patting at the rather apparent bulge in the duvet that just so happened to lay on his lap, before they met as adults, he was hopeless at romance, being raised amongst eternal children and whatnot, and when they reunited again after his seven year slumber and happened to get closer to one another as teenagers, she taught him what she knew, and look at them now! Even if she were better at teasing and seducing, he was certainly improving his efforts in making the woman think not so pure thoughts.
“Well I ain’t gonna say no to that, darlin’.” She walked up, unveiling the duvet to see the offending bulge, an approving hum from her lips as she straddled it, beginning to rock her hips to tease her husband, having a thought pop in her head that could spice up their encounter even more, her silky soft hands thus sliding down his toned stomach that got a bit softer with age, which she found adorable, and found their way to a certain trail of hair on his abdomen, a thin happy trail.
With a cheeky smirk, she tugged a little on the hairs on said happy trail, making him let out a sudden moan, then chuckling lowly. “My dear, you’re playing a dangerous game… the boys are here remember! Or are you going to be a naughty vixen and keep torturing me?” He whispered, reminding her that his hero companions were still in the ranch, at least they all set their bedrolls downstairs and were mostly heavy sleepers, thus he thought… he should let his indulgences take over, flipping them both over and pinning her arms up.
“Because when you torture me with that gorgeous body, it means I get to do the same.” He says, his thumb holding up her chin so she doesn’t get any ideas about breaking eye contact as she bites her lip, she loved when her husband got a little rougher than usual in the bedroom.
Random theory but wanna say this before early access comes out— but i think that at some point of the game, Melinoe will have to collect the torn apart limbs of Zagreus to save him from Chronos!
Cause in his original myth (and the prank he and Dionysus pulls on Orpheus) he gets pulled apart by the Titans, so it wouldn’t surprise me if Supergiant pulls something like that!
Who knows, maybe the ‘prank’ in the first game was foreshadowing!
The reaction of their face when I casually say "Oh yes, of course I always have pain or lowkey headache constantly. When I say I have a headache it just means it's stronger today"
not reblogging the original cuz i do not want to open that tomb of rats but i’ve seen this floating around and i just gotta say there’s nothing wrong with having a human fetish. humans are hot. as long as you’re being respectful you’re not a bad monster for being into humans i promise.
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vampires will go around like “it’s totally fine for vamps and humans to date” and then make posts proudly proclaiming their human fetish
choke on a garlic bulb leechdick
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reblog this post if you: think it’s okay for vamps to date humans, fetishize humans, or have a leech dick (no one will know which)
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g*d i’d give anything to have a warm little bloodbag to toy with
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chr*st id give anything to be a vampires warm little bloodbag to toy with
Sometimes I really get sick of having an invisible disability.
"Oh but you are too young"
"Oh that's just hypocondria speaking, stop over checking yourself"
Yes, bitch. Are dysautonomia related stuff off limits to younger people, just because I can have "good" days?
Am I faking feeling faint? Am I faking constantly feeling like a ghost? Always having to think five times and take it easy even for such a basic thing like standing up? Not being able to tell if my heart is actually racing or if it's a panic attack?
Knowing that exercise would help me, but not even having the energy for the walk to the fucking bathroom?
Having a constant low key headache? Starting to feel afraid of going to places because of "what if I faint again"? Having trouble deciding whether or not I should take the meds, or which dose, because it depends on the circumstances I can't always guess?
Perfect bonus of having it together with also a metabolic disorder?
Sure, I totally love making it all up and being "dramatic", because you saw me ride my bicycle long distance.
To take the beta blockers on a 97/57 BP reading and risk fainting or to not take them and mess up my tapering off schedule... Life is risky business lmao
