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the escalator got me when it panned up holy shit
does anybody wanna play toys tomorrow. let's play toys ^_^ (HUGE EYEBAGS UNDER MY EYES)
an angel called tinnitus is speaking to me
i was with my mother’s family and they were talking to me about my religious studies major. my great aunt asked me what the definition of hell was, and i responded “well i suppose it depends on who you ask.” and nearly all the protestants in the group decided that hell was “the absence of god” which i suppose is a fair answer, albeit not a universal one. my cousin’s wife was playing with her 3-year-old daughter and she says “well mommy says that hell is a mcdonald’s playplace” asdfghjhgfd
this 3-year-old girl is so fucking hilarious. her mothers have signed her up for a toddler yoga class, and so she has adopted a very unique language. this child also has an imaginary friend named “mom” which is, in her mind, the boss of her two mothers. for example, my cousin’s wife explained to me how her daughter got mad at them one time. the little girl situated herself in the corner of her crib, pretended to type on a cell phone and said “im writing an email to mom right now and telling her how bad you two are. namaste.”
the family’s Big Theory about “Mom” is that both my cousin and her wife are referred to as “Mommy” and “Mama.” The nickname “Mom” is not used in the house because it would just be confusing. However, when interacting with the world, people tell their daughter that they will “tell her mom” if she is doing something wrong. so this child automatically assumes there is this greater “Mom” figure that is responsible for distributing universal justice.
To be fair to the toddler, that’s pretty much how religions get started.
Our Mom, who art gonna hear about this,
some star-shaped iranian tiles i like, created in the thirteenth century. [source: art institute of chicago 1, 2, 3, 4]
had to reread the caption three times before realizing that op is not, in fact, an 800-year-old iranian valley girl ceramics artist
fuck i’m trying to catch all these flies but they think my vinegar is stupid. i have honey also but that’s for me i can’t give them any of that
management trying to hire and retain employees
things that can be curried:
- vegetables
- function arguments
- favor
- horses
- tim
Starting my speech at the Omelas city counsel with a child acknowledgement statement
The problem with sewing is that you quickly realise you have dumped lots of skill points into control thread and furthermore, there’s a lot of other hobbies that require control thread so you decide to pick up knitting, or crochet, or weaving, and then spinning happens to you, or rug making, or cord weaving, and then you turn the wrong corner on the internet and find out control thread also specs into basket weaving, and book binding, and then you’re thinking things like “I wonder if this also applies to lead climbing” and now you have A Problem
Illustration by Sophie Lucido Johnson
I want to apologize to @homunculus-argument for assuming their claim that pigeons can identify cancer was a shitpost.
As I stated earlier:
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angel with pronouns be like "he/hymn"
DON'T be FUNNIER THAN ME
[ID: Tumblr reply from radhopz reading "blue hair and proverbs" /END ID]
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spoke deeply to me.
All foreign films/shows should have two subtitle options. A localized one that better serves the original intent of the story and dialogue and a more literal one that awkwardly translates phrases in a preserved state, specifically for perverts who want to learn the language (me)
Ideally subtitles would take up about a third of the entire screen, consisting of the written dialogue in the original language, a literal translation in English, and a localized translation. "That sounds terrible and inconvenient" NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR YOU. SOME THINGS CAN BE 4 ME
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)
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That thing about automatically reverting to the last language you learned when you forget a word is LEGIT.
In high school, I lived in Germany for nine months (long story) before moving back to the US, like, a week before school started. There was no international school in the extremely small Bavarian town where we’d lived (again, long story) so I went from essentially auditing high school in a completely German-speaking curriculum (I did not speak German and was frantically trying to pick it up from immersion, it’s a LONG story) to being back in an American high school.
I had, previously, been learning Spanish since kindergarten but my teachers were not good, so I never really progressed past introductory-level.
God bless my junior-year Spanish 1 teacher, honestly, and I’m extremely lucky that the woman was a genius who spoke like seven languages fluently (she left after that year and became a college professor) because.
I got an A+ on my Spanish final. Then, on the last day of school, she pulled me aside and told me very kindly that she gave me full credit on my essay, which was 50% of the final grade, because I did an excellent job, showed off a lot of vocabulary, and all of my sentences and conjugations were absolutely correct and in the proper tense…
“I just need you to be aware that you did write half of it in German. I’m not taking points off because it was GOOD German, and I could understand it, and I understand why that was happening, but I did want to make sure you know you’re doing that for next year.”
You seat a table of three for breakfast and the woman says hmm yes I will have a loaded waffle tower please and you say ma'am that's a children's item and she says so and you say okay fine and the man who brought a whole laptop in says ah, I will have what the lady is having and an orange soda and you say for breakfast and he says of course and then the guy who is clearly a criminal says what kind of bread do you use for your French toast and you say ... White and he says can I sub brioche and you say we don't have brioche and he sighs and says I'll get the rooty tooty... Whatever the cowboy omelette and the other two start razzing him about being a cowboy and when you come to check up on them the woman is playing airplane with the loaded waffle tower trying to get the criminal to eat it and they tip $200 and your watch has been replaced with a better watch