Hi takin over the asylum fandom
I finished this show a few days ago and have been rapidly consuming everything I could fandom-wise. During this, I read most of the TOTA fanfiction I could find on AO3, and noticed a common pattern.
Writers, non-Scottish, tend to use "Aye", like the characters in the show, yet I've never seen a writer use "Nae". Maybe this is because they aren't too sure of it or how to spell it/correctly use, so I thought I'd explain it a bit if anybody is confused!
Disclaimer - I am not Scottish, but I am from Ireland, so I have a vague idea of some IRISH slang, which isn't too far from some Scottish slang. Feel free to correct me!
"Aye" means yes.
Everyone seems to get this one.
"Aye, but" = "Yes, but"
Simple as that. It doesn't necessarily always work with "yes" subbed in, but it's just an affirmative phrase, really.
It is from Gaelic. Gaelic is a Celtic language that dates back years and years ago. There are different branches (Irish and Scottish Gaelic, for example) that were caused by language spreading through things like trade between countries. Although Gaelic is not typically spoken, it still very much exists and is used in slang in both Scotland and Ireland.
On the opposite side, there is "nae", which means no. It is commonly used attached to can, "cannae", which is the equivalent of "cannot", and is very simple. It just goes in place of cannot.
"You cannae do that", for example, is the same as "You cannot do that", or "You can't do that".
If you want to make sure you're extra familiar with the slang before using it in fanfiction, out of fear of getting it wrong, just listen to examples of how it's used in the show (and its very often) until you're comfortable.
There are a lot more interesting slang terms to learn about, if you're interested in learning more about Scottish culture. (Ex. Dinnae - meaning don't, coming from "dae" meaning do.)
This is just for if you want to accurately copy the way the characters speak! I've seen a lot of writers disclaim that they might be out of character, as they themselves are not Scottish. You of course don't have to use the right slang for your fanfiction, it's still just as good without it, but some people prefer accuracy.
Hope this was semi-helpful! Please get writing fanfiction, I crave more content. Again, feel free to correct me - I don't mean to upset anybody, this post is mostly just for fun.
I've added some links below if you're interested on reading some more!
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Francine is a character I got attached to very quickly on a deeply emotional level. When were first meet her she’s sort of separated from the main group and doesn’t seem to have many friends but she slowly warms up to Eddie and the others and becomes a core part of the show.
I love how when Eddie is told that he shouldn’t get into a relationship with her because she’ll keep ending up in the hospital he decides to accept her for who she is and make it work anyway, and she in turn accepts him for who he is, and chooses to make the relationship work knowing he’s an alcoholic and even if he gets better he will probably relapse from time to time. I love that they accept each other for their flaws and choose to love each other anyway.
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okay, so, like…
Eddie was one of the main reasons I decided to join my college’s radio station and work to get cleared to be a DJ.
The love for the craft, getting to share something you love to anyone willing to listen. Helping others through music. Forming connections through music. Finding what builds you up through it.
And by following that example, I’ve made new friends and a new home I can go to and relax and just. Be comfortable.
Thank you, Ready Eddie McKenna :))
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I’m late for Day 5 of TOTA Takeover, but I couldn’t let the week end without writing a little something from Campbell’s perspective.
Personally, I really struggle to believe that Campbell’s “fake” manic episode didn’t have some truth behind it, which is the basis for this ficlet.
And since this piece references Campbell’s joke just before he is sedated, I think it deserves to be preserved for posterity as it’s quite hard to hear in the show. The full joke, from the play:
There’s this loony! Walks into a pub with his dog and the barman says; “Hey! Nae dogs in here, pal!” But, the loony tells him it’s a talking dog and says, “Look, if I can make him answer three questions, can he stay?” The barman says, “Right, let’s see then.”
So the loony says to the dog, “What is the texture of sandpaper?” And the dog says “Rough!” And then the guy asks, “Who was Scotland’s goalkeeper in the 1978 World Cup?” and the dog says, “Rough!” And then, “Who was the greatest American baseball player of all time?” and the dog says, “Ruth!”
The barman’s definitely not impressed! He grabs the loony by the collar and throws him into the street! He grabs the dog by the collar and throws him into the street!
And as they’re lying in the gutter the wee dog looks up with tears in his eyes and says, “diMaggio?”
I’m going to try to get one more thing posted for Day 6 (although it may be a day or so late), but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this!
This is the first time in the last several days that Campbell Bain has felt more or less himself, not trapped under a heavy blanket of medicinal fog. He can tell Fergus, doing vigil by his bedside, has been holding onto the question for a while, waiting for this moment, when he finally asks, “So why did you lie?”
“I didn’t lie!” He yelps indignantly; crossing his arms over his chest. “About what?”
Fergus snorts. “So McKenna came to the idea you were ‘acting’ on his own?”
Oh. That.
“Well, aye, I told him that, but it was no a lie.”
“No?” He can tell by the tone that he’s on the receiving end of his friend’s judgment. And while it’s not unkind, he doesn’t like it.
“I had to do something, didn’t I? I couldnae go to Perth.” He had been to Perth on holiday throughout his childhood and hated every second of each trip. His aunt thought good children were quiet and cheerful, and he had never managed to be more than one of those things at a time. “You know I couldnae go to Perth.”
“And I know you’re not a good enough actor for all of that,” Fergus says with a trace of a smile on his face.
“That’s no very nice,” he says crossly. It’s true, maybe, but not very nice. Then, because he can’t help himself, “When did you realize?”
Fergus considers. “I knew something was coming when your da left,” he says after a moment. Wouldn’t have let you do the show, if it was up to me.”
“Traitor,” Campbell says, although it’s primarily in jest.
“But mostly, you don’t like heights. Always telling me I’ll fall, when I’m escaping. Didn’t think you’d have opened that window if you didn’t think, just for a minute, that you might fly.”
He feels suddenly exposed, far too visible. Shifting under his blanket, he pulls his knees to his chest. “Aye.”
“So then why try to cover it up to McKenna?”
Because he needs it to be an act. Not Eddie, him. Because he had thought the drugs were finally working. Because he doesn’t know how to admit that he’s afraid of who he would have become in Perth, that he’s safe within these walls. Because he thought he was better. Because he needs to be better. Because he needs someone, anyone, to believe that he isn’t forever balancing on a knife’s edge, hanging on for dear life to anything that makes him feel a bit more in control.
But he can’t find words for any of that. So he says the closest thing he can think of.
“Because sometimes you just have to look someone in the eye and tell them the truth that should be, instead of the truth that is.”
That’s not bad, he thinks. Maybe he’ll use that again some day.
Fergus seems less impressed, but he doesn’t push. He sits in Fergus-typical silence for a bit, then says, “You know, the joke about the dog is terrible.”
“I know,” Campbell says.
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