#outlander: blood of my blood

[thefrsers]

Outlander Cast meets Blood of My Blood Cast🩵

[clairesbeauchamp]

i've decided to call you my hope. without you, i am adrift.

HENRY BEAUCHAMP and JULIA MORISTON in OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD

[gingeroyalty]

First official photos of Harriet Slater (Ellen MacKenzie) & Jamie Roy (Brian Fraser) in OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD

[winnie-the-monster]

[brian-in-finance]

Video 📹 from Instagram

Remember BOMB’s wrap party?

[sassenach77yle]

Repost peteblaxill ig

Spoiler‼️ spoiler ‼️

[userevam]

The art

The artists

[lostinaflashforward]

Le notizie della settimana di cinema e TV, solo su Facebook!

[brian-in-finance]

Who spies, behind Richard’s little eye? ☘️

IGS jamie.roy_

Posted 27 October 2024

[jemscorner]

Outlander - Carnal Knowledge (7x12)

“I have loved ye since I saw you, Sassenach,” he said very quietly, holding my eyes with his own, bloodshot and lined with tiredness but very blue. “I will love ye forever. It doesna matter if ye sleep with the whole English army—well, no,” he corrected himself, “it would matter, but it wouldna stop me loving you.” ~ Written in My Own Heart’s Blood

[gingeroyalty]

First look at Jeremy Irvin (Henry Beauchamp) & Hermione Corfield (Julia Moriston) in OUTLANDER: BLOOD OF MY BLOOD

[winnie-the-monster]

[brian-in-finance]

We don't know for certain yet about Claire's mother TT back. However the pictures from the set with Jamie Roy and Hermoine in costume on a wagon seem to hint MBR is overlapping the love stories. So as you say anything is possible. I was not interested in BOMB but now I am more interested in it than S7 or S8. The TT element has been the most interesting part for me and if MBR is returning to a focus on it, it's a good puzzle. Appreciate you mull my questions and comment. Appreciate your posts. Love Caitriona's work.

Thanks for the follow-up message, Anon. 😃

Until I see Julia Moriston onscreen in the 1700s, in the Beauly-Inverness-Lallybroch triangle, I’m stationed at Camp Mistag… as in the sound guy mistagged Hermione (Julia) and we’re seeing Harriet (Ellen MacKenzie) with Jamie (Brian Fraser).

For anyone lost, this is the image we’re referencing. A crew member posted it on Instagram in July 2024, and made his account “private” soon after.

Image: Pete Blaxill

You’re a rare breed, Anon, anticipating BOMB while meh-ing Seasons 7 and 8 of the Mothership. The uproar is deafening when there’s not “enough” Jamie and Claire in Outlander, and there will be none in BOMB. May the force be with you. (And with me. I’m very excited about BOMB. 🍿)

Time travel is fascinating, if not horrifying (I don’t like getting lost in a parking lot or in a stadium crowd), and hopefully we’ll learn why Claire et al can do it and I cannot. (I originally typed “we,” then realised that’s presumptuous. Any of the Tumblr bloggers I chat with regularly could be time-travellers. 😳) If we don’t get answers in BOMB, maybe Matt will come through in Season 8… or Diana will in Book 10?

I appreciate your kind words. And, should I see Julia Moriston onscreen in the 1700s, in the Beauly-Inverness-Lallybroch triangle, I’ll be following up on your original message, linking it to this one, with a humble mea culpa. A few Outlander storylines haven’t gone the way I expected.

Remember… time travel used to be thought of as just science fiction, but Einstein’s general theory of relativity allows for the possibility that we could warp space-time so much that you could go off in a rocket and return before you set out. — Stephen Hawking

[sdreamersc82]

7x11|7x15

💔

[themusicsweetly]

come to me shelter me heal me

[gotham-ruaidh]

this passage is one of my favorite Jamie and Claire conversations in all of the books. more than anything else it shows how much they love and understand each other. how thrilling to see this so wonderfully adapted in 7x16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"!

“Sassenach? Are ye all right?” A segment of the darkness on the floor moved suddenly and resolved itself into a Jamie-shaped shadow.

“Yes. Are you?”

That got me the breath of a laugh.

“I’ll do, Sassenach,” he said softly, and I heard the rustle of his movement as he got his feet under him. “I’m glad ye feel well enough to ask. D’ye need water?”

“Er . . . rather the opposite, really,” I said.

“Oh? Oh.” He stooped, a pale blur in his shirt, to reach under the bed. “D’ye need help?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have waked you up,” I said, a little testily. “I didn’t think I could wait for Mrs. Macken or Dottie, though.” He snorted a little and got me under the arms, lifting me into a sitting position.

“Now, then,” he murmured. “It’s no like ye’ve not done this—and a good many worse things—for me.”

While this was true, it didn’t make matters easier.

“You can let go now,” I said.

“Perhaps leave the room?”

“Perhaps not,” he said, still mildly, but with a tone indicating that his mind was made up on the subject. “If I let go, ye’ll fall on your face, and ye ken that perfectly well, so stop talkin’ and be about your business now, aye?”

It took some time—anything that put pressure on my abdomen, including the act of urinating, hurt remarkably—but the business was accomplished and I was eased back down onto the pillow, gasping. Jamie bent and picked up the chamber pot, clearly intending to hurl the contents out the window in customary Edinburgh fashion.

“No, wait!” I said. “Keep that ’til morning.”

He paused.

“What for?” he asked cautiously. Clearly he suspected I might still be unhinged from fever and be contemplating some grossly irrational use of the pot’s contents, but he didn’t like to say so, in case I had something logical, if bizarre, in mind. I would have laughed, but it hurt too much.

“I need to check, once there’s light, to be sure there’s no blood,” I said. “My right kidney’s very sore; I want to be sure there’s no damage.”

“Ah.” He set the utensil down carefully and, to my surprise, opened the door and glided out, moving soft-footed as a hunting fox. I heard one squeak as he stepped on a stair tread, but nothing more until a glow betokened his return with a candlestick.

“Have a look, then,” he said, picking up the pot again and bringing it to me. “I kent ye’d just fret about it did ye have to wait for daybreak.”

He sounded resigned, but this small thoughtfulness brought me close to tears. He heard the catch in my breathing and leaned close, alarmed, bringing the light up to my face.

“Are ye all right, Sassenach? Is it bad, then?”

“No,” I said, and wiped my eyes hastily on a corner of the sheet. “No—it—it’s fine. I just —oh, Jamie, I love you!”

-- Written In My Own Heart's Blood