Roseanne Watt

Forever side-eyeing people who seem perfectly able to say Johan Sebastian Bach’s name correctly and yet insist on calling a loch a “lock”

Da bairn idda midder’s womb / maks grett lament an døl / fir da brakkin o St Tammasmas / five nichts afore yül

Over 2 yrs of being “lost in the system”, countless phone calls, multiple emails from three different GPs, even got my MSP involved at one point — finally, FINALLY getting my MRI venogram today.

Now that NorthLink have finally implemented lie-flat pods I think we should refocus our hate onto why on earth they designed the cabin showers to flood the entire bathroom every time you use them

this makes me mad EVERY TIME as a shetlander

Labour ask guy who says ME/CFS isn't real to review mental health & neurodiversity diagnoses, this is gna go exactly how they want it to, in order to push ppl out of access to healthcare, benefits & support – what better way to save £ than erase patients?

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Did not anticipate cat ownership being such an exercise in night terrors (live mice brought into our bed at 4am)

Aw thanks Sari! :)

The cumulative effects of a lunar storm cycle. The things that pain brings to the surface. The detritus left behind. I am feeling so worn down by it all.

Endometriosis is what I imagine coastal erosion feels like.

Ah this is SO him, I bet that’s exactly what’s gone down

A painting of a raven flying on a bright blue sky. Dark purple words read: Exciting news! The Orcadian are publishing my book! Ellen Forkin.

It’s dream-come-true time! The lovely Orcadian are publishing my collection of Orkney folklore inspired short stories - the book will be out for Autumn 2026! I can’t wait and I’m super busy creating the colour illustrations for it! #BookSky #Orkney #WritingCommunity #Folklore #ShortStories

Cat came in this morning smelling of rain and peat smoke, can only assume he spent the night among the hillfokk again

Always this time of year…
Adam Zagajewski from ‘True Lives’ (2024)

when the saved are raptured I think we should all kiss

(Also this poem has one of my favourite moments of getting to play with shaetlan’s nouns having grammatical gender. Did she bring the fisherman to the dance or the bag? YOU’LL NEVER KNOW AND I’LL NEVER TELL.)

Thank you for the share @asls.org.uk but also thank you for the Reddit post and subsequent discussion — very curious to know if the elbowing of the gingernut thing is contained solely to the east coast now

She also does the elbow thing mentioned in the Reddit thread!

*shetlanders

Haven’t seen any other Shetland’s do this, I believe my grannie picked this particular habit up when she briefly lived in Edinburgh during her teens ☺️

her peerie mootie satchel 🥲

in britain the anchorites of asda dwell by the sacred stones, solemnly intoning the words “that’s asda price”, and performing the necessary ritual (the double bum slap) three times a day to bring about the great rolling back when we will all be redeemed

There was a skylark in our fireplace this morning. Going to need a witchy type to interpret that omen for me.

(It seemed fine by the way, though I am fretful for its poor peerie lungs)

Look at that solidarity gets the goods

(My sister came third with her butter sculpture of the Birth of Venus, and our family friend placed first, an all round excellent year)

Regretfully I am not at the cunningsburgh show today, but I do have several sources on the ground getting all the hot goss from the “decorative butter plate” category

The Wishing Tree by Kathleen Jamie I stand neither in the wilderness nor fairyland but in the fold of a green hill the tilt from one parish into another. To look at me through a smirr of rain is to taste the iron in your own blood because I hoard the common currency of longing: each wish each secret assignation. My limbs lift, scabbed with greenish coins I draw into my slow wood fleur-de-lys, the enthroned Brittania. Behind me, the land reaches towards the Atlantic. And though I’m poisoned choking on the small change of human hope, daily beaten into me look: I am still alive – in fact, in bud.

I stand neither in the wilderness
nor fairyland

but in the fold
of a green hill

the tilt from one parish
into another…

—Kathleen Jamie, “The Wishing Tree”
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Thumbnail of a video titled “pig is eating slop” with image showing a pig at a trough.

“We must resist engaging with AI-generated content!”

Me whenever one of those “slicing glass fruit” videos appears on my feed:

Apparently nothing ever goes out of fashion, including the 1604 Inclosure Act

Making a wedding notion board and replacing all the very classy and elegant photos on the template moodboard with a vibe that is best described as “Victorian penny arcade meets trowie knowe”