#big yan

[itsmultifandommadness]

5 things Tiffany Aching taught me:

1. A little common sense goes a long way

2. There are some times when you need to be the level-headed moderator but other times when you need to let your emotions loose

3. It’s ok to be possessive and have objects that help define you 

4. You can be open to love without explicitly looking for it

5. A frying pan and violent Scottish smurfs is all you need to defy a powerful monarch

[shivroy]

rob anybody, daft wullie and big yan from terry pratchett’s tiffany aching series!! i absolutely LOVE these six-inch-tall (or, in the case of big yan, seven-inch-tall) little goobers, and the books they’re from bring me so much comfort 

[discworldtour]

“Aye, weel, we’re as light as wee feathers,” said Big Yan. “An’ the wind blowin’ through the kilt keeps a man well aloft, ye ken.” “I’m sure that’s a sight to see,” said Nanny Ogg.

-- Nanny was made to hang out with Feegles | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

[discworldtour]

"I know what I’m sensin’,” said Big Yan stubbornly. “I can feel it in my watter. There’s somethin’ creepin’ up on us right noo!” “Weel, I’m not one tae argue wi’ a man’s watter,” said Rob wearily. “Okay, lads, spread oot inna big circle!” Swords drawn, the Feegles spread out, but after a few minutes there was a general muttering. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear. A few birds sang, at a safe distance. Peace and quiet, unusual in the vicinity of Feegles, was everywhere. “Sorry, Big Yan, but I’m thinkin’ yer watter is no’ on the button this time,” said Rob Anybody. It was at this point that Horace the cheese dropped from a branch onto his head.

-- an inevitable meeting | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

[discworldtour]

“I don’t think I’m the type you’re looking for...” “Oh, I wouldna say that,” said Rob Anybody wearily. “Accordin’ tae the hag o’ hags, ye’re just the laddie. Ye just need someone tae fight with...” Big Yan, always suspicious, looked at his brother and followed his gaze to the battered suit of armor. “Oh aye?” he growled. “Weel, Ah’m no’ gonna be a knee!”

-- he’s always the knee | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

[discworldtour]

Big Yan ran past, carrying a struggling full-sized elf over his head. Then he stopped suddenly and tossed it high over the clearing. “An’ away he goes, right on his heid!” he yelled, then turned and ran back into the battle.

-- Feegles: a summary | Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

[discworldtour]

“Why’re we stopping? Why’re we stopping here? We’ve got to catch her!” “Got to wait for Hamish, mistress,” said Rob Anybody. “Why? Who’s Hamish?” “He might have the knowin’ of where the Quin went with your wee laddie,” said Rob Anybody soothingly. “We canna just rush in, ye ken.” A big, bearded Feegle raised his hand. “Point o’ order, Big Man. Ye can just rush in. We always just rush in.” “Aye, Big Yan, point well made. But ye gotta know where ye’re just gonna rush in. Ye canna just rush in anywhere. It looks bad, havin’ to rush oout again straight awa’.”

-- the strategy of rushing in | Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men

[discworldtour]

“There’s no’ a thing we canna fight,” growled Big Yan. “If it’s got a heid, we can gie it a faceful o’ dandruff. If it disna have a heid, it’s due a good kickin’!” Tiffany stared at the onrushing... things. “Some of them have got more than one head!” she said. “It’s oour lucky day, then,” said Daft Wullie.

-- more feegle battle strategy | Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men