I am certain that you have noticed it too, but I cannot resist writing about it.
A gif 'borrowed' from @themusicsweetly , TY!
You know, I appreciate details, I believe that small details often reveal more about a relationship between two people than grand gestures and declarations, although these are, of course, very nice.
Did you notice Sam's fingers tightening on Cait's shoulder?
The squeeze lasts for less than a second and appears to be a deliberate pounding out of a secret rhythm, like Morse code.
I find it endearing.
They have their own bubble.
They have always had it.
Now I can die in peace because I'm already in heaven.
Did you ever ask yourselves how would that almost fabled Day After look, as in the day after a Reveal?
Yesterday should be a good indication.
Prudent celebration, but clear celebration here. And across the street, a stunned, heavy silence. It's only fair: shite has been eaten in colossal amounts, in Mordor, on a daily basis. S has been particularly maimed, in the process, the daily divertimento of women sniper commandos, their own sexual fantasy poorly disguised as snarl.
Two of the three sopranos remain silent and the Ur Troll still has to distance herself from the last Harlequin fanfic, featuring something that never was, on a distant shore she has no idea about. The one who immediately spoke, paid perfunctory tribute to her favorite, C, and that's about it. The other, speaking only today, answers Anons about Xena's teeth, Xena's filtered Instagram and Xena's bra: where is her vulgar courage, now? Oooh. Right. Lame, as usual and I have to say I am surprised. And their Investigator in Chief remains silent as we speak: her inflated ego blew a fuse, in the process and anger is always a lonesome territory.
The Spanish Evil Twin does not count. Her attempts at irony are tinged with her proverbial stupidity and, perhaps for the first time, with clear and present panic: she sounds drunk, just like my Anon. She is laughable.
So long for Reason. So long for Braincells. So long for all those painstaking, intricate webs of lies. Something snapped, in the Narrative and you all know it. And it happened not because all those bitter honchos at *** had a sudden Damascus like revelation, but because their complete lack of professional ethics, shamelessly lying to an entire fandom, backfired in the most horrible way they could have ever imagined.
Yesterday was a wonderful day.
Credits given to @themusicsweetly, for this wonderful gif that clearly shows just how much these two people hate each other.
Miércoles de #MilesDeRecuerdos y nuestro homenaje a los 10 años de la primera entrevista y campaña fotográfica de nuestros king&queen para la revista TV Guía... tan beibis!!! El king con esa mirada de ensueño a lo James Dean y la #QueenB con su fe de chica buena y esos clásicos labios rojos que te gustan🎵🎶🎶 (talcualmente como describe Taylor Swift en su canción "Style") Copate universo y regalanos una última producción fotográfica de este estilo con los dos juntitos!!! Manifestando en 3,2,1...
Video de TV Guide Magazine del 2014, capturas de @outlander-online.com, gifs de themusicsweetly en tumblr y nuestra edición
I recognized this scene from the Season 7 trailer right away.
It's the aftermath of the Battle of Ticonderoga. Claire is walking the battlefield, searching for Jamie. She comes upon a woman and her child scavenging for valuables from the bodies of the fallen.
Then she sees Jamie, on the ground, bloody and motionless. With the woman and her child standing over him.
She takes action. Not knowing if Jamie is dead or alive.
I had picked up Jamie‘s sword before. It was a cavalry sword, larger and heavier than the usual, but I didn‘t notice now.
I snatched it up and swung it in a two-handed arc that ripped the air and left the metal ringing in my hands.
Mother and son jumped back, identical looks of ludicrous surprise on their round, grimy faces.
"Get away!" I said.
Her mouth opened, but she didn‘t say anything.
"I'm sorry for your man," I said. "But my man lies here. Get away, I said!" I raised the sword, and the woman stepped back hastily, dragging the boy by the arm.
When an engaged co-worker says, "He still my toy boy." !!!!!
And her co-worker and brother feel shy, and his face turns red and he rubs his ear !!!!!!!
I've never seen Cait talk about him possessively form like that,
It’s a gold slip of the tongue from the overly cautious Cait!!
Was it a slip of the tongue? Or was it Cait throwing Sam a bone? Or could it have been that she was caught up in the excitement and frenzy of being on stage? Either way it is way inappropriate for an engaged woman to say that to her costar whilst her adoring fiance was in the audience. That moment was right up there with the "too close to home"
… and then it hit me. Being an Extreme Beliver* is a combination of an intellectual and practical challenge. It’s like playing a detective 24x7. It’s a surprising game of associations, the pleasurable sense of being challenged and provoked, that can arise from an encounter with new, interesting ideas.
Look at today’s Outlander_STARZ post on Twitter and on IG. Who is the best dresser, a seemingly innocent question.
❓
* credit to @auburncurlslass
Fashion… fash-on?
That alone is a treasure trove of associations.
Isn’t it something that we already know, and looking at what we feel that we already had it before?
There’s fash-on and then there’s fashion.
😉
Caitriona on her IG on October 10, 2019:
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I mean, doesn't it feel, sometimes that Sam gets tired of his wife’s „fash-on”?
Pasan los años. Cambian los continentes. Se libran las batallas. Desfilan los enemigos. Todo cambia para que en ellos nada cambie. Todo sigue ahí. Sólo hay que saber mirar
Basado en una idea de nuestra amiga @displaceintime. Crédito del gif a @themusicsweetly. Nuestra creación y edición
Mesmerizing… watching her laugh almost to the point of tears and seeing the joy on his face as he watches her and knows he brought her to it. This is love!