i can’t see/hear the phrase, “you’re beautiful” without the primitive part of my brain producing a perfectly clear rendition of James Blunt going “YAH BYÜTEHFA'AL”
my favorite thing about the spanish harry potter translation is that instead of calling voldemort “the dark lord,” they call him señor tenebroso, which basically means “mr. spooky”
Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?
It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.
Or when you’re peeling a fruit/vegetable by hand and you become a disgruntled young deck swab for your jerk pirate captain and this is your punishment for misbehaving
I’m a fan of picking herb and being a cottage witch about to make soup for two sick children.