#Scottish soldiers

[vox-anglosphere]

Survivors of a Scottish regiment during a lull in the battle - July 1916

[bookloversofbath]

The Road to St. Julien: Letters of a Stretcher-bearer from the Great War :: William St. Clair

[quotidianish]

Long time no see boots n bombs fandom!! Re-watched the last wish and I bnb’d them. Also scoutdog. He’s there

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

"I'm lost. Am I doing a rainstorm?"

You're going the wrong way, Aziraphale. His lap is right there and you are cleared for landing!

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Scottish!Reader: Microwave

Reader, staring into the distance:

Ghost, walking up to them with Soap: Y/N, what's up?

Reader:

Reader: Ye ever wanty just wrap yerself up in tin foil nice and cosy and then just fucking get right inty the microwave and blow yerself up tae fuck

Ghost:

Soap: Not really, why what happened?

Reader: A fucking sea gull stole my ice cream

Soap, glancing at Y/N's empty waffle cone: Oh no...

Ghost:

Ghost: What the fuck did I just hear-

[ruthytwoshakes]

holy freakshow I tototally forgot to show off my new epic fursona deisgng

bask in her glory whyis this image so large

her name is Ruth becuausde my name is awesome and it stands for ruthless unstoppable terrorizing hellspawn . She’s 16 and wants to kill you but she can’t because she has braces and it hurts to bite. She glows in da dark because she’s really cool and her favorite food is caramel apple lollipops.

[healpimp]

seeing ppl say tf2 has "no diversity" compared to ovw is so wild. the mercs literally all mentally ill AND they have pyro.

[scotianostra]

On 17th August 2010 Bill Millin, piper to Lord Lovat at D Day, died, aged 88.

Born on 14th July 1922 Saskatchewan, Canada to a father of Scottish origin who moved the family to Canada but returned to Glasgow as a policeman when William was three. He grew up and went to school in the Shettleston are of the city. He joined the Territorial Army in Fort William, where his family had moved, and played in the pipe bands of the Highland Light Infantry and the Queen's Own Cameron Highlanders before volunteering as a commando and training with Lovat at Achnacarry along with French, Dutch, Belgian, Polish, Norwegian, and Czechoslovakian troops.

Lord Lovat had appointed his personal piper during commando training at Achnacarry, and was the only man during the D Day landing who wore a kilt – it was the same Cameron tartan kilt his father had worn in Flanders during World War I – and he was armed only with his pipes and the sgian-dubh sheathed inside his kilt-hose on the right side.

Taken from accounts of 6th June 1944 on Sword Beach Normandy.

Bill began his apparently suicidal serenade immediately upon jumping from the ramp of the landing craft into the icy water on D Day. As the Cameron tartan of his kilt floated to the surface he struck up with Hieland Laddie. He continued even as the man behind him was hit, dropped into the sea and sank.Once ashore Millin did not run, but walked up and down the beach, blasting out a series of tunes. After Hieland Laddie, Lovat, the commander of 1st Special Service Brigade (1 SSB), raised his voice above the crackle of gunfire and the crump of mortar, and asked for another. Millin strode up and down the water’s edge playing The Road to the Isles.

Bodies of the fallen were drifting to and fro in the surf. Soldiers were trying to dig in and, when they heard the pipes, many of them waved and cheered — although one came up to Millin and called him a “mad bastard”.His worst moments were when he was among the wounded. They wanted medical help and were shocked to see this figure strolling up and down playing the bagpipes. To feel so helpless, Millin said afterwards, was horrifying. For many other soldiers, however, the piper provided a unique boost to morale. “I shall never forget hearing the skirl of Bill Millin’s pipes,” said one, Tom Duncan, many years later. “It is hard to describe the impact it had. It gave us a great lift and increased our determination. As well as the pride we felt, it reminded us of home and why we were there fighting for our lives and those of our loved ones.”

When the brigade moved off, Millin was with the group that attacked the rear of Ouistreham. After the capture of the town, he went with Lovat towards Bénouville, piping along the road.

They were very exposed, and were shot at by snipers from across the canal. Millin stopped playing. Everyone threw themselves flat on the ground — apart from Lovat, who went down on one knee. When one of the snipers scrambled down a tree and dived into a cornfield, Lovat stalked him and shot him. He then sent two men into the corn to look for him and they came back with the corpse. “Right, Piper,” said Lovat, “start the pipes again.”

At Bénouville, where they again came under fire, the CO of 6 Commando asked Millin to play them down the main street. He suggested that Millin should run, but the piper insisted on walking and, as he played Blue Bonnets Over the Border, the commandos followed.

When they came to the crossing which later became known as Pegasus Bridge, troops on the other side signalled frantically that it was under sniper fire. Lovat ordered Millin to shoulder his bagpipes and play the commandos over. “It seemed like a very long bridge,” Millin said afterwards.

The pipes were damaged by shrapnel later that day, but remained playable. Millin was surprised not to have been shot, and he mentioned this to some Germans who had been taken prisoner.They said that they had not shot at him because they thought he had gone off his head.

The pictures shows Millin playing at Edinburgh Castle in 2001, on Sword beach, 1994 and his statue there which was unveiled in 2013.

[emilythedog661-tf2]

Here are the Mercs as Dogs

Scout - Boston Terrier (With 25% French Bulldog)

Soldier - American PitBull

Pyro - Dalmatian

Demo - Scottish Deerhound

Heavy - Caucasian Shepherd Dog

Engineer - Pembroke Welsh Corgi

Medic - German Shepherd

Sniper - Australian Cattle Dog

Spy - French Bulldog

This is also a redraw of some art i did a long time ago

[s0fter-sin]

reverse verse where soap takes on the mask instead of ghost. he wears his red skull mask so you can see the lower half of his face and his chin scar extends along his whole jaw to look like exposed teeth

[n3on-graveston3s-calling]

Anyways I have thoughts about accents. Since with the live action, some characters DO get accents.

The Kidd Pirates all being Scottish. Please. I want Kidd to have the roughest Central Lowlands lilt as possible. Killer? Highlands. Heat? Southern Uplands. Wire?? Outer Hebrides.

Please.

[mewhenmentalillness]

In order to be a TF2 character one(1) or more of the following traits must apply:

Gay

Trans

Neurodivergent

[bison-appreciation-club]

well i watched the last of the mohicans. the handsome man fell off a cliff. i am devastated. what did i just watch

[quotidianish]

More antics of the blu mercs! Didn’t expect such a warm reception to these silly little headcanons at first, and I’m working up the motivation to finish the rest of the team (failing)

some sillies..

[zuppizup]

I thought writing Cold Feet would purge me of my Rayllum wedding/Katolis royalty head canons... alas, it appears it had not...

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Scottish!Reader: Urge

Soap talking to Ghost and Gaz: - in the end Y/N did end up in the med station so- *stops abruptly*

Gaz: What?

Soap: sssSSSS...

Ghost, sighing: not again

Soap: SCOTLAND FOREVAAAAAAA-

Ghost: Fucking hell...

Soap: -AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Soap, breathing heavily:

Gaz: What the fuck was that??!

Soap: I just felt this gigantic urge to scream it. Like it was forced out of me or something.

Ghost: You're crazy.

[a week later]

Soap: You know, I came up with a theory. About the sudden screaming thing.

Ghost: Explain.

Soap: So basically, I think it's because of Y/N.

Gaz: Why would Y/N be the cause of that?

Soap: I think it's an urge that exists deep inside each Scot and when another says it, we must say it as well.

Ghost: That's complete bullshit.

Soap: I'll prove it to you

Soap, taking a deep breath: *whispering* Scotland-

Reader's voice coming from somewhere in the building: foooorEeeevAaaaaaaa....