#aboot dee

[scotianostra]

July 1st 1916 saw the first day of The Battle of the Somme in World War One.

In the week leading up to the battle, over 1.5 million shells were fired, I won’t delve any further into this futile battle in a nonsensical war that cost so many lives on both sides, the twentieth century brought a new horror to warfare that continues to this day and it depresses me. The battle lasted over 4 months, more than three million men fought in it and one million men were wounded or killed.

I will simply leave you with the poem Glory’ by Scots poet Violet Jacob, who lost her twenty-year-old son Harry in the battle. Written soon after his death and published in December of that year, the poem would surely have resonated with thousands of bereaved mothers across the country.

Growing up in Angus, Violet wrote many of her poems, including this one, in her native Scots tongue.here .

Pics are from various sources and battles, the kilt is the remains of a Gordon Highlander Regiment kilt found near Pozieres, possibly cut from a wounded soldier, it has never been identified andwas collected by the Australian war correspondent Charles Bean, in the vicinity of Pozieres, on 25th August 1918.

I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,

For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,

Yon licht that haps ye, an’ the hosts that’s wi’ ye,

Aye, but ye live, an’ it’s mysel’ that’s deid!

They gae’d frae mill and mart; frae wind-blawn places,

And grey toon-closes; i’ the empty street

Nae mair the bairns ken their steps, their faces,

Nor stand to listen to the trampin’ feet.

Beside the brae, and soughin’ through the rashes,

Yer voice comes back to me at ilka turn,

Amang the whins, an’ whaur the water washes

The arn-tree wi’ its feet amang the burn.

Whiles ye come back to me when day is fleein’,

And a’ the road oot-by is dim wi’ nicht,

But weary een like mine is no for seein’,

An’, gin they saw, they wad be blind wi’ licht.

Deith canna’ kill. The mools o’ France lie o’er ye,

An yet ye live, O sodger o’ the Lord!

For Him that focht wi’ deith an’ dule afore ye,

He gie’d the life – ‘twas Him that gie’d the sword.

But gin ye see my face or gin ye hear me,

I daurna’ ask, I maunna’ seek to ken,

Though I should dee, wi’ sic a glory near me,

By nicht or day, come ben, my bairn, come ben!

[emotionally-creative-rogue]

DOMINATION LINES!!

THANK YOU @caramelcheesegay FOR COMING UP WITH 90% OF THESE, ILY<333

DOMINATED:

Scout:

-“Can’t stun me if you can’t hit me! I’m a freakin’ blur, dipshit!”

-“I am ALWAYS gonna dodge that. When will you LEARN, man?”

-“Oh, oh, oh! I’m STUNNED at how bad you’re doin’!”

Soldier:

-“Don’t swing your puny stick at me, maggot! You come from fake America!!!”

-“I AM IMPERVIOUS TO ALL OF YOUR ATTACKS, SYRUP-SLURPER!”

-“Get off the battlefield and go play some hockey, weakling!”

Demo:

-“Aye, I bet you thought it’d be easy ta kill me, didn’t’che? Well, iaarrghhnnn *snore*.”

-“You call tha’ a grenade?? Me blind Mum farts worse than that wee thing!” 

-“Don’ come a’ me in those ghoulish boots lad, I’ll blast ‘em right offa yer feet!” 

Engie:

-“You’re just a little piece a’ sentry fodder now, aren’t’cha?”

-“You make for some real shitty target practice, son.”

-“Tell me ‘bout those stun grenades sometime, yeah?”

Heavy:

-“Ha! Leetle bug man is crushed. Like bug. Leetle bug. Feed you to Archimedes, Buggy.”

-“Small jumpy man- not Scout? There are two small jumpy men???”

-“You think loud noise and bright light are enough to take down Heavy??? I am killing you now!!”

Medic:

-“Oohoo! Free organs! Young, too!”

-“Ach, that reminds me- I need to feed my birds.”

-“Ohhh, sorry little boy! Go play with your crayons, ja?”

Sniper:

-“Piss off, y’ jumpy git. Bloody grasshopper…”

-“Awh, get quicker next time, won’tcha?” 

-“Dead like a ‘roo on the side o’ the road!”

Spy:

-“For someone named ‘The Rogue’, you are certainly a pack thinker.”

-“Oho! I am *stunned* by your lack of skill!”

-“Not so *Dexx*trous now, hm?”

DOMINATING:

Scout: 

-“No runnin’ in the halls, freshman!”

-“Bonk? More like thonk, eh? ‘Cause that’s the sound your hollow head makes when I hit ya!” 

-“Hah! Too slow!” 

Soldier: 

-“Y'know, a 3" piece of rubber can do a lotta damage, Trench Monkey!”

-“Hah! Oh, I mean- I'm sooo soooorey aboot tha', Bud! (snicker)”

-“A cat on a sloped roof is braver than the entire U.S. Military, Booklicker!” 

Pyro: 

-“Ack! Sorry, Firecracker!” 

-“Oh shit, I think I’m still on fire. Damn it, these were my favorite pants!” 

-“Hey we're, uh, still on for s'mores later... right?”

Demo:

-“Pen's mightier than the sword, cyclops! Get it? 'Cause I'm an artist and you- yeah, nevermind”

-“Someone must have put a little sleepy sauce in your mickeys, bud, ‘cause you are NOT on top of it today!” 

-“Smile and wait for the flash!” 

Heavy:

-“Somebody order ten thousand pounds a’ dead weight? (Snort)” 

-“It’s really hard to miss your pressure points, y’know.” 

-“Move it, ya big lug! You’re in the way!” 

Engineer: 

-“GRENAAAAAADE! I WIN! Ya proud of me, da-uhhh.. dude?” 

-“See ya round, Daaaeengie! I said Engie. Short for Engineer. That is you. You are- I’ll go.” 

-“Bam! And another one down, and another one down! ANOTHER ONE BITES THE BO STAFF!!” 

Medic: 

-“oohohoh, Maybe I can try some experiments on you this time!- Y'know, put your lessons to good use!”

-“Doc, you seriously gotta take care of your health. Damn hypocrite... (Mocking voice) 'Do az I say, not az I do!' my ass!”

-“Guess that's what happens when you don't follow your own advice, thanks for the hands-on lesson!”

Sniper:

-“There, away from the noise now! Just how you like it, Dee!”

-“You may wink at your opponents, but ya gotta take the shot as well, y'know! Can't charm 'em to death!”

-“I just... un-cozied your... camper. I'm having a bad day please be nice.”

Spy:

-“Crisse de connard! -Aheh, not used to gettin' berated in your own language, eh?”

-“Va te faire foutre, merde de con!”

-“Bein Tabarnak, it feels good to turn the tables! Hah, deserved!”

Taunt ideas:

-Using the Bo-Staff as a microphone

-Using the bo-staff as a rifle(making fun of sniper)

-Juggling the stun grenades, almost dropping one and catching it in time before glancing around to see if anyone saw him and putting them away again

OCS:

DOMINATED:

Strat (@emotionally-stressed-strategist):

-“How are you this bad? I’m dominating you with a PEN, Rogue, A PEN.” 

-“Rock, skull. Man down.” 

-“One less dot on the map- don’t come back, yeah?”

Arrow (@emotionally-dead-archer):

-"Hah! Gotcha! Oh, gotta love a little sibling rivalry, am I right?"

-“Bigger sibling? Not really.”

-“Hey! My aim is getting better! Thanks for the target practice!”

DOMINATING:

Strat:

-“I’m done bein’ your wingman if you keep this up.”

-“That’s what happens when you steal my art supplies!”

-“How do you still not have ink poisoning? Dude, seriously.”

Arrow:

-“There! I make for a pretty good role model! You get to see my stuff first-hand!”

-“You're adopted. Sorry.”

-“I think it's almost bedtime, kiddo.”

Jet (@emotionally-broken-robot):

-"Hey, uh, does this count as Softwaregore?"

[latinlizard]

Catullus 6

Heinrich Aldegrever Dagger Sheath with the Whore of Babylon

Flavi, delicias tuas Catullo, Flavius, to Catullus you would (share) your delight, Flavius, te Catullus yi would (share) your lass, ni sint illepidae atque inelegantes, if they were not unwitty or unsmart, if shi was no unfunny ar unsmart, uelles dicere nec tacere posses. you would like to tell not being able to stay silent. yi would like to tell, not being able to stay silent. uerum nescio quid febriculosi This fever I do not know which this feva which i dinny kna scorti diligis: hoc pudet fateri. your love for prostitutes: this is shameful to admit. yah love fah tarts: this is shameful tee admit. nam te non uiduas iacere noctes for you're not spending nights lying yir no spending neets laying nequiquam tacitum cubile clamat silently in the shouts of beds silently in shoots of beds sertis ac Syrio fragrans oliuo, scented with flowers and olive oil from Syria, scented wiv flowahs and olive oil from Syria, puluinusque peraeque et hic et ille both measured on the pillow of this and that side both meshad on thi pillow of this and that sayed attritus, tremulique quassa lecti dented, and the trembling bed was torn dentid, nd thi trembling bed was torn argutatio inambulatioque. battered and creaking. battad and creakin. nam inista preualet nihil tacere. for what good is it be silent about it. for what good is it tibi silent aboot it. cur? non tam latera ecfututa pandas, why? you would not extended such fucked out thighs, why? yi would not extendid such fucked oot thighs, ni tu quid facias ineptiarum. unless you were doing something foolish. unless yiwa deeing summit foolish. quare, quidquid habes boni malique, tell us, whatever you have of good and bad, tell is, whatever yi have of good n bad, dic nobis. uolo te ac tuos amores or tell us. i want, for you and for your love, or tell is, i want, for yi and yi love, ad caelum lepido uocare uersu. to call to the heavens with charming verse. to kal to thi heavens wiva charmin verse.

Translated from Latin (R. A. B. Mynors (ed.), Oxford Classical Texts: C. Valerii Catulli: Carmina) into English and then into Geordie dialect.

[enbycam]

Tag Tag Tag

I was tagged by the awesome @stormphrax

Name: devon

Nickname: dee, smol, dee-vicious

Zodiac: Taurus 

Height: 5′9″ 

Orientation: Queer

Nationality: Canadian

Favorite fruit: apples

Favorite season: fall

Favorite book: oh um i forget whats it’s called but theres a mermaid book series about 6 girls who are the descendants of six gods and are fighting the sixth evil god. fire something

Favorite flower: hmmmmm i like lillys 

Favorite scent: i lost a majority of my sense of smell at like 15. or at least thats when i noticed it

Favorite color: uhhhh various shades of green and blue

Favorite animal: owls and foxes and cats 

coffee l tea l hot cocoa

Average hours of sleep: uhhhhhhh 7-9 ish i think?

Cat or dog person: cat person

Favorite fictional character(s): hm thats hard so since im watching firefly rn. Simon Tam

Number of blankets: 1 in the summer, two depending on the day for the rest of the year

Dream trip: road trip around Canada 

Blog created: uh April of this year i think?

Number of followers: 61ish n im pretty sure most are bots but what ev 

I tag: @nbnightwing @thehoundunit @poplitealqueen and whoever else wants to tbh 

[carygrantsbeard]

Tom Wambsgans to Lizzie in pride and prejudice : Lizzeh dehd yew notice we don’t hear mooch aboot syphilis these days innit...very mooch the myspace of es tee dees innit. Thats a boonch of collywobbles don’t yew fink.

[aspernamentum]

@vespxr // liked.

     “Jack of all trades, master o’ none, still better than a master o’ one, kain whit I’m sayin’?” He took a long drag on the cigarette he’d just sparked. “Whit I’m sayin’ is I’m a man o’ many talents, I can dee ‘hings, get you ‘hings, make problems go away, I’m that sort of bloke. Course, all o’ this comes for a reasonable fee. So I want you to take a wee minute, jus’ ‘hink aboot whit it is you really want, ‘nd I’ll see whit I can do.” 

[blessthejets]

1. Put your music player on shuffle. Give me the first 6 songs that pop up.

1. One more light - Linkin Park

2. Love story - Taylor Swift

3. Thunder - Imagine Dragons

4. New man - Ed Sheeran

5. A thousand miles - Vanessa Carlton

6. Treat you better - Shawn Mendes

2. If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

Rick Rypien, that’s for sure. If he was still on this earth, though...

3. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17:

“fuckin god, wis aboot aw ah could pick ootay the horrible sound. She collapses oantae the threadbare couch.“ - Trainspotting. In English. I mean, “English”. haha

4. What do you think about most?

Overthinking things I can’t really do anything about.

5. What does your latest text message from someone else say?

My ex boyfriend from the USA: “nope not at all”

6. Do you sleep with or without clothes on?

With my clothes. It’s so COLD!

7. What’s your strangest talent?

I think my facial expressions. People say they like it haha.

8. Girls…. (finish the sentence); Boys…. (finish the sentence)

Girls are equal to boys. Boys are equal to girls.

9. Ever had a poem or song written about you?

Nah. I don’t think. I mean I can relate to a LOT of songs or poems, mostly about brokenhearted girls or depression, but that’s not directly about me.

10. When is the last time you played the air guitar?

When I got the guitar at the age of eight? I think? So it would beeee... about thirteen years ago now.

11. Do you have any strange phobias?

Spiders. Clowns. Heights. Tiny holes. Balloons. Slugs. Insect. Yes, nothing strange.

12. Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?

WTF lol

13. What’s your religion?

SCIENCE.

14. If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?

Walking my dog ♥

15. Do you perfer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind.

16. Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?

Imagine Dragons, hands down.

17. What was the last lie you told?

“Sorry I didn’t reply, I fell asleep.” hahah

18. Do you believe in karma?

Of course!

19. What does your screen name mean?

blessthejets? It’s just my blog dedicated to the Winnipeg Jets. And it rhymes which I like hehe

20. What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?

Weakness - dogs. Any kinds of dogs. Strenght? Courage, I guess.

21. Who is your celebrity crush?

There’s million of them. But my favorite of all of them will always be Mr. Kurt Cobain.

22. Have you ever gone skinny dipping?

Naaa. I’d love to though.

23. How do you vent your anger?

I don’t really get angry very often. When I do, I try avoid people because I don’t want to hurt them by saying something inappropriate.

24. Do you have a collection of anything?

Yup. Ice hockey stuff. Cards, scarves, jerseys etc.

Do you perfer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

mhmm.. probably talking face to face. 

26. Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

I’m suffering with serious mental health issues. So I’m trying to be a better person every day. So far so good.

27. What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?

Hate - morning alarm haha. Love - my dog barking out of excitement when I get home.

28. What’s your biggest “what if”?

What if I realize I didn’t live my life as I wanted? And now it’s too soon to do that?...

29. Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

YES. YES. 

30. Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.

Right - Coca cola zero. Left - nothing.

31. Smell the air. What do you smell?

Um. Air

32. What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

Psychiatrics at Prague, Bohnice.

33. Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

Of where?

34. Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?

KURT COBAIN! 

35. To you, what is the meaning of life?

FOR ME - it’s definitely dogs. Shelter dogs. Helping shelter dogs, teaching people to adopt and not to support backyard breeders.

36. Define: Art.

Everything. 

37. Do you believe in luck?

Yes.

38. What’s the weather like right now?

End of the February. Sunny but god damn COLD.

39. What time is it?

12:33 pm

40. Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?

No I don’t drive. Because I don’t want to get in a car crash :P

41. What was the last book you read?

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh.

42. Do you like the smell of gasoline?

Yash!

43. Do you have any nicknames?

Yeah. My name is Adéla. I get called Dee, Dede, Adel, Ady, Addie. Also a giraffe. haha

44. What was the last movie you saw?

The Gift. It was well wrapped..

 45. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I don’t know if it’s considered as an injury. But probably when I overdosed with pills on purpose. Spent 13 hours in a coma, woke up in hospital, was transferred to psychiatrics. 

46. Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Yes, when I was a little. Now they kind of scare me.

47. Do you have any obsessions right now?

Ice hockey, dogs, travelling, dogs, ice hockey, Swedes, blondes, dogs.

48. What’s your ?

What’s my what?

49. Ever had a rumor spread about you?

Yes. But no fucks were given during any of those times.

50. Do you believe in magic?

Yes. Harry Potter for the win.

51. Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Just for a while. I always try to give a second chance. And the third. And fourth. Until I’m fucked up again.

52. What is your astrological sign?

Gemini.

53. Do you save money or spend it?

Trying to save. But usually just spend. :D

54. What’s the last thing you purchased?

A lunch at my lunch break at work.

55. Love or lust?

Both.

56. In a relationship?

No. Who would be with a psycho like me?

57. Are you a virgin?

No.

58. Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

I can.

59. Where were you yesterday?

At work and outside with my dog. Also at home.

60. Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?

Yeah. My hand cream on my desk.

61. Are you wearing socks right now?

Yes. I’m AT WORK!

62. What’s your favorite animal?

Fox, dog.

63. What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?

Hahaha haahha if I knew I would actually had a boyfriend by now.

64. Where is your best friend?

She moved from our street just a little bit away. She’s with her newborn babygirl and her husband so she does not really have much free time.

66. What is your heritage?

Czech and Bulgarian. But I prefer saying just Czech because my parents got divorced when I was three. I have never even been to Bulgary. I don’t really want to, anyway.

67. What were you doing last night at 12 AM?

Doing a birthday card for my coworker who has her birthday tomorrow.

68. What do you think is Satan’s last name?

I don’t know what’s his last name but I know his kid. It’s my dog.

70. Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?

Sometimes yes. I laugh a lot and I have a great sense of humor I think. I love to laugh. But on the other hand I suffer from depression. I’d probably want to help myself and get caught into this infinite circle.

71. You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?

I help the dog and call my boss. If they tell me that I’m being fired anyway, I don’t care. I wouldn’t want to work for someone who doesn’t care about a dog’s life.

72. You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live.

Well... I’d say thanks? Or what am I supposed to do? I tried to kill myself three months ago so I don’t really know what’s going on with my life right about now.

a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die?

No. 

b) What do you do with your remaining days?

I would try to find a new lovely home for my dog. Make sure he’s okay. I would probably just won’t talk to any of my friends. I wouldn’t want to talk to my family either. I would just be stuck inside my brain, my mind. Thinking about what it’s gonna be.

c) Would you be afraid?

No. Not at all.

73. You can only have one of these things: trust or love.

Trust. I have trust issues so... that would help me mentally a lot.

74. What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

All Star by Smash Mouth (;

75. What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?

4373 (:

76. In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?

Trust. Communication. Tolerance. Laughter. Dreams about future spent together.

77. How can I win your heart?

Make me laugh. And understand please that I have some issues I need to deal with. You don’t have to, but once you win my heart and we are dating, you would have to deal with it whether you want it or not. It’s not my fault. Please understand it.

78. Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Yes. And depression brings the most beautiful thoughts - ironically.

79. What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Adopting my dog. We rescued each other.

80. What size shoes do you where?

39 in Europe, 6 in UK, 8 in US.

81. What would you want to be written on your tombstone?

"Offline” lol haha. No. Probably something like “I told you I was sick.”

82. What is your favorite word?

Probably “cencúl”. It means icicle in Slovakian.

83. Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word: heart.

Broken.

84. What is a saying you say a lot?

Everything happens for a reason.

85. What’s the last song you listened to?

A world alone by Lorde from Pure Heroine.

86. Basic question: what’s your favorite color/colors?

Blueee

87. What is your current desktop picture?

WINNIPEG JETS. Both on my PC at work and my laptop at home.

88. If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?

I wouldn’t. 

89. What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

I’m pretty open. I would answer anything. Truly.

90. One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?

Mummies don’t scare me. I would just ask them what to do to become like them.

91. You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?

Telekinesis. That way, shit will still get done when I’m having a lazy day. 

92. You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?

When I saw my dog for the first time. When we met. When we went for our first walk outside the shelter.

93. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

My very first relationship.

94. You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?

Well, since Kurt Cobain is not here anymore, I would choose... Lorde. Or Avriel Kaplan. Or Daniel Platzman.

95) You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?

Gothenburg, Sweden.

96) Do you have any relatives in jail?

Not relatives. Just my very best friend. 

97) Have you ever thrown up in the car?

Yes. But it wasn’t caused by the ride. It was caused by alcohol. And it wasn’t really in a car, I told the driver to stop, then I opened the door and threw up there. Hahahahah

98) Ever been on a plane?

Not yet.

99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

Step 1 - Breathe in

Step 2 - Breathe out

Step 3 - STOP! HAMMERTIME!

100) Give me your top 5 favorite blogs on Tumblr.

Nah I don’t have any.

[valkurious69]

My Sweet Sacrifice CH. 6

Okaaaaaaeeeeeey so it’s a chapp. I’m wrtoin tia haff aslep so don blame me if its kinda croozy. I was jus lek DOEET an my brains like cool k cmere fone

--------------- “Hay I’m vex how’s your sex lyfe gurl”

“Wot??” I screech as he pulls me in2 his car. Wed just laft the hot docs palace not evun1 min ago and alrady dis guy was all up in ma groll. Topical. I know what it means whena men asks bout my sexy life.

They wan in.

“It jus lookt like I was interrupin some sorta lovers spat back dere,” he clericfied, starting up his all black chargr w chrome metal detaling sides. The seat wee all black velvet leather and the stealing wheel was all black sude w chains warped a round and connected in the centre by a sliver skull head. Even tho I apprech the goth, I was still sorta salty about bein quest shunned an abdicated by wannab Cry Bby. (AN: SUCKA DICK)

“Pffbt lover squirrel...” I repped, foldn me arms and scootn down in teh set. “f U mean how I was been attacked by her lover than shore. It was a Quirrell.”

“Ey feet offta dash!” He chapped, snappin his fingers and suddenly movin my feet magically 4 me bak to da floor. That got my attendance. Butt ass soon as I opera my mouth, he filed it. “Ah so ur dee otha womun... that explanation it” he mused vexingly.

“Ex plane what? Liek how you can contorts mah boody??” I wasn’t about 2 let dat go so ease lilly. “Oar who u really arr??”

His laugh echolocated thru da car frondly. If I want so mad iwoosa bean aroused. Wit his accent it sounded pretty nice, like a posh cackle. Maybe he was a hot warloxk. Aloe east a sorcererr. Whatevs he was he was def dork.

“I’m surpassed u don kno me,” he chortled after a whale, smiling w his eyes while sterling w one hand, resting an arm on the windoe. “Or at least remembers me. Does is this mean has widdle Tamskn forgot all aboot her fave babeh sitter?”

I grasped loudly.

“Yor MY vex!??” I creamed, jumpin up in ma seat. I hadn seen that guy sense I was jus starting in the valk acadmy!! He locked hlla diff tho, which is why I din reckon eyes him. (AN: sum ppl look soups diff after years laterrre!!11!111? It’s not wired is grown up!!) I laffd in my head at it, he was such a prepp b4!! Used 2 where polos an jeans an no makup. An now...I guess sum ppl do find their tru image l8tr.

Even added an accent an everyfing.

“The 1and only lovie,” he grinned chekilh. “And lucky lil you, u get to refresh ur mammory all over again, cuz guess who’s back in da bay sitting biz for today only!” He winks and fingergummed at me.

I razed an eyebro. “So u R kinaping me.” I wasn’t evn mad anymor honestly. Anything 2 get outta class. “Who sent u? My mom?”

He cukled, voix deeper than ush. An kinda hot, tbh. Maybe I culd make an assception n screw mah bbysister. While I was imagering what kinda things he could occupy my time w, he spoke again. “moar like mumsy’s BfF, the mighy miss morrigan”

Ok w that I turned 2 lock @ hymn.

“Woa whoa woah...” I razored my eyebrows all da way up, hands out in teh backup jest you’re. “U mean 2 tell me that da Moron asked u to kidnape me??”

“Kid nap is such an ugly term,” he mused cryptology, smirkn two himself in da review mirror as he adjusted it. An then his goat tee. “I perfer ta think of eat like... temperately acquired. I beleaf the morrign’s extract words were ‘relive the joys o yer previous employ meant’.... which, no offense to mumsy, I’m not exactly keen about doin”

“Niece 2 sea you wan 2 hang out sooooo bad,” I equipped snidely. “Not extractly hapee myself bout it...” even tho in secret truth I was axtually warmed up 2 him now. Kinda evan exited to catch up some. I mean, he did turn out petty cool n all..

“Well..” he fished, censoring my poutiness. “wot would u rather, I drop u back off at dear ol doctors so you can finish gettin ur eyes clawed out in a catfit, orrrrr...” he snerked knowingly despite my fold armed stare. “Stick wiff me an get an all-expensive paid shopping trip courtesan of the Morgan?”

An dats how we found ourselvs at a nearby Hot Tropic.

“OMF!!!11!11” I squelled, grabbing a thousand peaces an thorin them behind me 4 him 2 catch. “I cant beleaf dey got da new rave line out already!! it want even supposed to be available til next month!!!//!!”

“Yah yah...” he rolled eyes from behind a mountain of sequels and hollagraphic prints. “Butt listen, if ur gonna rally blend in2 that concert so u can catch Dysome.. (AN: She told him in da Carr bout this sick as concert dyson was gonna B @ and her plan 2 catch him while thur. Plus it’s leik her faaaabe alt indie underground band so like. Two birds w 1 Gaston) then u shuld leave this 2 the professional” He jerked a thumb at hisself.

“Woowwwwwwwwwwwwx100” she reptiled, turning on him w hands on hips. “Way 2 assume u can out-dress a girl!” (AN: she’s a FEMMIKNITS, okaaaayyy?? All vaklurers are all bout women over men, got it?) “Weigh two assume u no how 2 dress @ all!” he snerked back, already grubbing some peaces off there hangars. I pooted an gave him my beast glare b4 he thru all my close to the flooer an pushed his picks in2 my surprised arms. “Now git yer a$$ into da changeling room so u can give Ol’ Vexxy a proper shipping montage grrrrrrrrrrrl!” *snap snop*

[secondlifep]

"Hey Cнιeғ!"ᶻᴱᴺ ᴳᴱᴱ

"Cᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ ᶻᴱᴱ ... ɪs NOT!" ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ™ [ TAPE ] ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ 🗯" OK!" はい Q!" ᶻᴱᴺ ᴳᴱᴱ

"Fᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ sɴɪᴘᴘᴇᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇʙ “ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ,” ᴍᴄᴋᴇɴɴᴀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ, ᴘʀᴇsᴜᴍᴀʙʟʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏғ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴡᴇsᴛᴇʀɴ ᴄᴜʟᴛᴜʀᴇ, “ɪs ғᴏʀ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ's ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴠᴇɴɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜs ɪɴsᴛɪᴛᴜᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴄʜᴜʀᴄʜᴇs, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴇs, ᴛᴀx ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ sᴄʜᴇᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ.

“Culture is not your friend.ᴳᴱᴱ [ ʙᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋғᴜʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ʜᴀs ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴜs ] ᶻᴱᴺ!" Culture is for other peoples' convenience. [ are you talking aboot art, dee?" and the convenience of various institutions, [ 🃏] ᴱᴱ !" hehe!!" _ [ ¢αяd!" ... ] /// Αρκαδία!" churches, companies, tax collection schemes, ... [ "Anyway!" ... ᶻᴱᴺ ᴳ ///////////!!! ZEEEEVEEEEEBEEEEZZZZZZZEZeeeƔS! ! . . . ᶻᴱᴺ ᴳᴱᴱ Αρκαδίαn Satori; [ EDIT ] April 1st 2563 ᶻᴱᴺ 11:!!

ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴜʟᴛs ʏᴏᴜ ᴳᴱᴱ ɪᴛ ᴅɪsᴇᴍᴘᴏᴡᴇʀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴳᴱᴱ

ɪᴛ ᴜsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʙᴜsᴇs ʏᴏᴜ . . . ᴳᴱᴱ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! . . . ANYTHING GOES! "

[ eDIt Dot . ] the circling is worth it 𝑅𝓊𝒻𝓊𝓈 ...

🚬 “Do yoυ нear тнe noιѕe ιn нere? "

[askfranklintheboo]

👤+ tubba 8)))

“T-Tubba?? That malodorous miscreant?? I know everything th-there is to know aboot him. He’s a m-monster, and I c-can’t understand how m-miss Dee and Miss Pomme tolerate him...”

[scotianostra]

July 1st 1916 saw the first day of The Battle of the Somme in World War One.

In the week leading up to the battle, over 1.5 million shells were fired, I won’t delve any further into this futile battle in a nonsensical war that cost so many lives on both sides, the twentieth century brought a new horror to warfare that continues to this day and it depresses me. The battle lasted over 4 months, more than three million men fought in it and one million men were wounded or killed.

I will simply leave you with the poem Glory’ by Scots poet Violet Jacob, who lost her twenty-year-old son Harry in the battle. Written soon after his death and published in December of that year, the poem would surely have resonated with thousands of bereaved mothers across the country.

Growing up in Angus, Violet wrote many of her poems, including this one, in her native Scots tongue. If you are unfamiliar with the language, you can look up individual words using the online Dictionary of the Scots Language. https://dsl.ac.uk/

I canna’ see ye, lad, I canna’ see ye,

For a’ yon glory that’s aboot yer heid,

Yon licht that haps ye, an’ the hosts that’s wi’ ye,

Aye, but ye live, an’ it’s mysel’ that’s deid!

They gae’d frae mill and mart; frae wind-blawn places,

And grey toon-closes; i’ the empty street

Nae mair the bairns ken their steps, their faces,

Nor stand to listen to the trampin’ feet.

Beside the brae, and soughin’ through the rashes,

Yer voice comes back to me at ilka turn,

Amang the whins, an’ whaur the water washes

The arn-tree wi’ its feet amang the burn.

Whiles ye come back to me when day is fleein’,

And a’ the road oot-by is dim wi’ nicht,

But weary een like mine is no for seein’,

An’, gin they saw, they wad be blind wi’ licht.

Deith canna’ kill. The mools o’ France lie o’er ye,

An yet ye live, O sodger o’ the Lord!

For Him that focht wi’ deith an’ dule afore ye,

He gie’d the life – ‘twas Him that gie’d the sword.

But gin ye see my face or gin ye hear me,

I daurna’ ask, I maunna’ seek to ken,

Though I should dee, wi’ sic a glory near me,

By nicht or day, come ben, my bairn, come ben!

[claireelizabethwhite]

9th October 2017

PEANUTS’ SHED

Last Saturday, 30th September, I visited the Shetland island of Yell and met someone whom I’ll never forget. I first became aware of Jeanette Nowak’s exquisite craftwork through her website https://www.facebook.com/Hjarta.art/, and earlier this year bought one of her reclaimed china pendants for a friend’s special birthday. Over the past couple of years people have shared stories of Jeanette’s legendary garden shed with me (pictured above and below by the artist herself) and I wondered whether it might be open for a visit. I called Jeanette, or Peanuts/Nutsie as she’s been known since childhood, and received a warm welcome. She recommended that my parents and I stop by her North-a-Voe home en route south to Lerwick. 

As we pulled up the track Jeanette was visible at her shed window, folded in concentration over the workbench. The evening light was rich and mellow, prophetically illuminating what was clearly a special place. Incense too hung alluringly in the air, heavy with promise.

Jeanette was instantly familiar. No sooner had we arrived than we found ourselves embraced by the extraordinary little world she has created. Every shed crevice is festooned with carefully curated ephemera in a dizzying visual feast. Layer on the soundtrack of Jeannette’s life story and prepare to be moved.

“I have cancer. When I was diagnosed a year ago it had already established itself in several parts of my body and I declined conventional treatment in favour of a more natural path,” says Jeanette matter-of-factly as we greet each other. “I was given three months to live in April and have decided to focus on quality of life. Creating things helps. I also meditate here and have changed my diet to a vegan one. I have a bad leg but I’ve never felt better”. That shows. Seldom have I gazed into someone’s eyes and seen such visible spirit, such joie de vivre. Jeanette’s every utterance is life-affirming, clearly the product of a self-possessed soul. “I’ve had a wonderful year. I’ve spoken about everything with my man and boys. Cancer defines you. It gives you time.”

That Jeanette invests her precious time in creating is profoundly inspiring. Around the shed walls a lifetime’s collection of seaborne treasure is arranged with meticulous care and artistry. “Build clutter from the ground up,” is her sage advice, “a clear floor gives the illusion of space.” Sea glass and broken pottery are the source material for Jeanette’s coveted jewellery. “I buy crockery from the charity shop, smash it at the shore, and wait for the sea to do its work.”

Against this backdrop of sea gifts sit creations from the land. “I have beetroot leaves drying on my ladder right now to make into baskets. Rhubarb skin has worked well in the past so why not give this a go?” There’s something deeply satisfying about Jeanette’s instinctive, organic and unique basketry. Clearly I’m not the only person who thinks so.

“This is the piece that changed everything” says Jeanette tantalisingly, producing a section of basket material with a flourish. “A couple of women from the Pringle of Scotland fashion house came to Shetland seeking inspiration and the Lerwick tourist office sent them here, to my shed. I was tidying up for them coming and sweeping under the chair when I found this old basket which I’d sliced up the middle a while ago because I wasn’t happy with it. I laid it on the chair as decoration and they asked me to post it south to their design team. They later offered to buy the remnant for £100 but I took it home with me. My baby’s not for sale,” says Jeanette proudly, cradling the beloved creation in the crook of her arm.

In spite of the foiled Pringle purchase, a dress inspired by Jeanette’s deconstructed basket appeared in their catwalk show at last month’s London Fashion Week. Fifty of Jeanette’s vessels also decorated the staircase at a stylish One Marylebone event showcasing Pringle’s Spring/Summer 2018 collection. The Yell baskets have since travelled to catwalks in Paris and Milan. “Pringle flew us down for the London event and put me, my husband Ritchie, and our boys up in a swanky apartment. It was wonderful but it was good to come home afterwards too.”

It’s clear that Jeanette loves where she lives. The work assembled around her is testament to a deep and enduring relationship with her surroundings. That she lives so positively here in the face of inevitable pain and frustration left me fighting back tears throughout our visit. As we hugged goodbye I whispered meekly “keep shining your bright light”. “What a lovely thing to say!” Jeanette responded, undimmed. 

I wrote the following song lyrics for Jeanette a couple of days ago. The sweerie-geng (the first and most difficult row in knitting) was tough, but soon words flowed and will be accompanied in due course by a tune which I’ll post on my soundcloud site. How gently Jeanette reminded me that the time for creating is now.

PEANUTS’ SHED

Mair life I’m niver seen Athin ee peerie place As in dy shed dis hairst An in dy sonsie face “Jeanette Nowak shö bides In Nort-a-Voe” dey’d tell On axing fir Peanuts Whan stravaigin trowe Yell

Sun ida window An in dy glansin een A coose o creations Da rarest I hed seen Beetroot laeves lay dryin Firnenst sea gless an lem Hingin bowes an baskets Skoitin neest a ring

Dy seaborne proil sat prunk In reason and in rhyme Frida Kahlo chaise longue A place for tinkin time Fashion lasses fun dee Here in dy licthsome state Reddin up afore dem Aboot ta change dy gaet

A basket clippit up Balled doon apo da flör Dichted an laid up noo Wis art, no’ bruck, no more Wid you tak a hunder? Dy babe wis no for sale So dey med a froak for Der London Fashion rail

A blink o city life Wis dine for joost a start But hame wis shön pooin At treeds aboot dy heart For du kens mair as maist Whit is really wirt wir might In wir shed o dreams it’s Foo bricht we shine wir licht

[forsoothsayer]

Passage from A Drunk Man Looks at the Thistle by Hugh MacDiarmid

The function, as it seems to me,   O’ Poetry is to bring to be   At lang, lang last that unity ...   But wae’s me on the weary wheel!   Higgledy-piggledy in’t we reel,   And little it cares hoo we may feel. Twenty-six thoosand years ’t’ll tak’   For it to threid the Zodiac —A single roond o’ the wheel to mak’! Lately it turned—I saw mysel’ In sic a company doomed to mell,   I micht ha’e been in Dante’s Hell. It shows hoo little the best o’ men   E’en o’ themsels at times can ken— I sune saw that when I gaed ben. The lesser wheel within the big   That moves as merry as a grig,   Wi’ mankind in its whirligig, And hasna turned a’e circle yet   Tho’ as it turns we slide in it, And needs maun tak’ the place we get. I felt it turn, and syne I saw John Knox and Clavers in my raw,   And Mary Queen o’ Scots ana’, And Rabbie Burns and Weelum Wallace,   And Carlyle lookin’ unco gallus,   And Harry Lauder (to enthrall us). And as I looked I saw them a’,   A’ the Scots baith big and sma’,   That e’er the braith o’ life did draw. ‘Mercy o’ Gode, I canna thole   Wi’ sic an orra mob to roll.’ —‘Wheesht! It’s for the guid o’ your soul.’ ‘But what’s the meanin’, what’s the sense?’     —‘Men shift but by experience. ’Twixt Scots there is nae difference. They canna learn, sae canna move,   But stick for aye to their auld groove —The only race in History who’ve Bidden in the same category Frae stert to present o’ their story,   And deem their ignorance their glory. The mair they differ, mair the same.   The wheel can whummle a’ but them, —They ca’ their obstinacy “Hame,” And “Puir Auld Scotland” bleat wi’ pride,   And wi’ their minds made up to bide   A thorn in a’ the wide world’s side. There ha’e been Scots wha ha’e ha’en thochts,   They’re strewn through maist o’ the various lots —Sic traitors are nae Langer Scots!’ ‘But in this huge ineducable   Heterogeneous hotch and rabble,   Why am I condemned to squabble?’ ‘A Scottish poet maun assume   The burden o’ his people’s doom,   And dee to brak’ their livin’ tomb. Mony ha’e tried, but a’ ha’e failed.   Their sacrifice has nocht availed.   Upon the thistle they’re impaled. You maun choose but gin ye’d see   Anither category ye   Maun tine your nationality.’ And I look at a’ the random Band the wheel leaves whaur it fand ’em                                       ‘Auch, to Hell,   I’ll tak’ it to avizandum.’ ... O wae’s me on the weary wheel,   And fain I’d understand them! And blessin’ on the weary wheel   Whaurever it may land them! ... But aince Jean kens what I’ve been through   The nicht, I dinna doot it, She’ll ope her airms in welcome true,   And clack nae mair aboot it ... *         *         *         *         * The stars like thistle’s roses floo’er   The sterile growth o’ Space ootour,   That clad in bitter blasts spreids oot   Frae me, the sustenance o’ its root. O fain I’d keep my hert entire,   Fain hain the licht o’ my desire, But ech! the shinin’ streams ascend,   And leave me empty at the end. For aince it’s toomed my hert and brain,   The thistle needs maun fa’ again. —But a’ its growth ’ll never fill The hole it’s turned my life intill! ... Yet ha’e I Silence left, the croon o’ a’. No’ her, wha on the hills langsyne I saw   Liftin’ a foreheid o’ perpetual snaw. No’ her, wha in the how-dumb-deid o’ nicht   Kyths, like Eternity in Time’s despite. No’ her, withooten shape, wha’s name is Daith,   No’ Him, unkennable abies to faith —God whom, gin e’er He saw a man, ’ud be   E’en mair dumfooner’d at the sicht than he —But Him, whom nocht in man or Deity,   Or Daith or Dreid or Laneliness can touch,   Wha’s deed owre often and has seen owre much. O I ha’e Silence left                               —‘And weel ye micht,’   Sae Jean’ll say, ‘efter sic a nicht!’

[enbycam]

I was tagged by the awesome @stormphrax

RULES

Always post the rules

Answer the questions given by the person who tagged you

Write 11 questions of your own

Tag 11 people (or however many you want)

Questions

Do you have any recurring dreams? 

Not that i remember. they tend to be one-time surreal borderline nightmares

What’s your dream job?

i wouldnt quite say a dream job but i sometimes imagine owning and running queer book/coffee shops or being a teacher

Weirdest place you’ve fallen asleep? 

its not that weird but, church.

What do you do when you’re stressed and need to calm down?

okay so like. im really bad about getting stressed and staying stressed till its over. actually i dont have any coping methods. at all.

Favorite tumblr blog (besides your own) or subreddit (that you don’t moderate)?  

hmmmmmm im gonna say @swdestinies its a great continuation au webcomic and i love it. 

Favorite in-browser game?  

Flight Rising! its a dragon raising ish game. 

What’s your dream vacation, and who would you go with? 

A cross country road trip! i don't really know who but a cross country road trip.

If you could instantly be fluent in any language, what language would you pick?

Ukrainian or Irish 

Black tea or green tea?

uh Black tea. i dont think I've ever tried a green tea tbh.

Favorite meme?

The statistics one or the “news flash asshole!”

Explain how you got your name or nickname. (Were you named after someone? Did you do something remarkable that caused people to start calling you something? etc.)

okay so. Dee came out of the “dont tell ppl online your name! at all!” mentality that came out of church through my parents. its chilled out since 2014 but yeah. its also become a way to separate Devon: the cishet Jehovahs Witness. from Dee: the Queer as fuck apathist.  

i also have Dee-Vicious which came outta typo of Dee-licious

my Questions: 

do you have a favorite outfit or piece of clothing?

whats an item of clothing you really really want?

whats your favorite memory?

whats your fav joke?

a book, show, podcast, or movie character you would die for? 

what animal would you get as a pet if you could?

what would you name them?

would you go ever go camping?

Hobbie(s) you want to learn/get into?

if you could get into a fist fight at 3am at a Dennys (or equivalent) parking lot who would you fight?

least favorite trope? 

I tag: @nbnightwing @daughterofthemyscira @softshadowmoon @lying-with-lions @poplitealqueen annndddd i cant think of anyone else so if you follow me and want to do this consider your self @’d. (if you dont wanna/dont see/dont have the spoons theres no worries) 

[obscureoldscotspoems]

Excerpt from “Johnny Gibb of Gushetneuk in the Parish of Pyketillim (With Glimpses of the Parish Politics about A.D. 1843)” by William Alexander:

Chapter XVI:

A Start in Life

(With translation from Scots to English. Part 1 of 3)

On a certain afternoon, about a week before the Whitsunday term of 1842, Johnny Gibb, who had been busy afield, came toddling home when the afternoon was wearing on, and went into the “mid hoose,” to look out sundry blue-checked cotton bags with turnip seed, for he meditated sowing of that valued root. He was hot and tired, and his spouse invited him to rest for a little on the deece. Would he take a drink of ale?

(A deece, or deas, was, per the glossary, “a long wooden seat in the form of a sofa, with panelled back, and no padding.”)

“Ay will aw, ’oman,” said Johnny, “an’ ye hae’t at han’. Lat’s see the caup there.”

“Yes, will I, woman,” said Johnny, “if you have it at hand. Let’s have the drinking bowl there.”

Mrs. Gibb obeyed the command, and Johnny drank of the reaming liquor with evident satisfaction.

“Rest ye a minit than, an’ drink oot the drap; for ye’ve never devall’t the haill day,” said Mrs. Gibb; and saying so, she “leaned her down,” with some intention apparently of entering on a confab with her husband.

“Rest you a minute then, and drink out the drop; for you’ve never ceased the whole day,” said Mrs. Gibb; and saying so, she “leaned her down,” with some intention apparently of entering on a confab with her husband.

“Are ye thinkin’ o’ gyaun doon to the market on Wednesday?” asked she, with that kind of air which seems directly to provoke an interrogatory answer; and Johnny at once exclaimed exclaimed—

“Are you thinking of going down to the market on Wednesday?”

“No; foo are ye speerin that? Ye ken’t baith the boys is bidin: I’ve nae erran’.”

“No; why are you asking that? You know that both the boys are staying: I’ve no errand.”

“Ye never think o’ speirin aboot Jinse,” replied Mrs. Gibb, still in the key that suggested the necessity for an explanatory note.

“You never think of asking about Jinse,”

“Jinse Deans!” exclaimed Johnny. “Fat’s the eese o’ speirin at her? An’ she binna pleas’t wi’ ’er waages, she wud seerly ’a tell’t ye lang ere noo.”

“Jinse Deans!” exclaimed Johnny. “What’s the use of asking about her? If she wasn’t pleased with her wages, she would surely have told you long before now.”

“I doot it’s nae the waages a’thegither, peer ’oman. But Jinse’s needin’ awa’.”

“I fear it's not the wages altogether, poor woman. But Jinse is needing away.”

Mrs. Gibb had evidently made up her mind now to give some further explanation about this new movement, when, as Fate would have it, the colloquy was broken in upon by Jinse (who had been unaware of her master’s presence there) herself at the moment stumbling into the kitchen, from which she had been temporarily absent.

“Fat haiver’s this’t ye’ve ta’en i’ yer heid noo?” demanded Johnny, addressing Jinse. “Are ye gyaun clean gyte to speak o’ leavin’ yer place; and it only an ouk fae the term tee? Faur wud ye gae till?”

“What nonsense is this that you’ve taken in your head now?” demanded Johnny, addressing Jinse. “Are you going clean mad to speak of leaving your place; and it only a week from the term too? Where would you go to?”

“Hame to my mither’s,” answered Jinse, exhibiting somewhat of discomposure at Johnny’s vehemence.

“Home to my mother’s,” answered Jinse, exhibiting somewhat of discomposure at Johnny’s vehemence.

Jinse’s mother lived not far off Benachie, in a very unpretentious residence.

“An’ fat on the face o’ the creation wud ye dee gyaun hame?—Yer mither’s but a peer ‘oman, she has little need o’ you wi’ ‘er,” said Johnny.

“And what on the face of the creation would you do going home?—Your mother’s but a poor woman, she has little need of you with her,” said Johnny.

Jinse, who was making, on the whole, an uneasy defence, averred that her mother “wasna vera stoot.”

Jinse, who was making, on the whole, an uneasy defence, averred that her mother “wasn’t very well.”

“But is she wuntin you hame?” was Johnny’s demand. “Tell me that.”

“But is she wanting you home?” was Johnny’s demand. “Tell me that.”

Here Jinse gave symptoms of breaking into tears, and Mrs. Gibb interposed with a “Hoot, man! ye ’re aye sae ramsh wi’ fowk.”

“Why, man! you’re always so rash with folk.”

“Weel, weel,” quoth Johnny, as he seized his bonnet and marched toward the door ; “ye ‘re a’ alike. Fa wud ken fat ye wud be at!”

“Well, well,” quoth Johnny, as he seized his bonnet and marched toward the door; “you‘re all alike. Who would know what you would be about!”

I don’t know that Johnny Gibb meant to include his wife. The reference was rather to the class to which Jinse belonged, though, no doubt, he went away with the conviction that womenkind in general are absurdly impracticable in their ways. But be that as it may, Johnny found that he had to provide a new servant lass.

[cassowariess]

whelp, I feel embarrassed. But also sort of relieved. Needed to get things off my chest.