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pausequoi:

samandriel:

if you don’t think history is amusing then you’re wrong because one time 3 different guys declared themselves pope all at once and they all excommunicated each other and it was basically the funniest shit ever

what about that time the Lichtenstein army sent 80 men to Italy to fight and came back with 81  

what about the time when a guy tried to assassinate the archduke, failed, and threw himself into a 2 inch deep river in a suicide attempt

Also how everyone’s always confused by winter in Russia and then all die

mangotea:

#did someone actually spell out what he’s saying here?

OKAY! SO, Young MacGuffin was one of my fave characters in Brave. He’s speaking Doric, which is a delightfully incomprehensible accent from Aberdeen & the North East of Scotland (fit like, furry boots min?). You get used to it quickly, I swear. It’s also the region both MacGuffin’s voice actor, Kevin McKidd, grew up.

Without further ado,

1 - “If he was a wee bit close, I could lob a caber at him, ye ken.” (If he were closer, I could throw a log at him, you know)

2 - It’s been a wee while since I watched the movie & I can’t actually remember what he’s saying here? (If someone could provide a phonetic transcript, I’d be happy to “translate”)

3 - “It’s jist nae fair makin us ficht fur the hand o the quine tha’ disnaw want any bit of it. Ken?” (It’s just not fair making us fight for the hand of a girl that doesn’t want anything to do with it. Right?”)

In short, Brave is stunning in its representation of fictional Scottish people as sounding actually Scottish (as opposed to some other films I could name).

I miss this

I miss this

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Into the Unknown

Away from the darkness, into the gray.

She’s adventurous, to undertake this foray

Into the unknown

But it’s got to be better than this

So she’ll take all the suffering and pain she might find

Just to run from the terrors shaking her mind

Body Consumed, Mind Unaware

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I were to fade away

Just join in with the bleakness and the grey

Body consumed, mind unaware

Would anyone see, could anyone care?

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I Go to Seek A Great Perhaps

is it because we’re scared?

is it the guilt?

running away is an arbitrary term

I’m not running away

I’m running to

“I go to seek a great perhaps”

That’s where I’m running.

I’ve spent my whole life slowly

First crawling, then walking

Now running.

I have to stop walking to my great perhaps

I need to dive in, face-first, hit the ground sprinting with my heart pounding out of my chest

No more stagnant, no more walking, no more “I don’t knows”

It’s all or nothing

I don’t know what it is or what direction, but if I don’t start running, then I’ll have nothing left.