#was Murtagh not the best part of the film or???

[joelsbloodyhands]

“COME HERE LOVERBOY!!” 💥📢

The lover boy in question:

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Tag game

Thank you so much for the tag @emsuemsu. I love these games! <3

Fave colour: Green and purple

Last song: Red Wine Supernova by Chappell Ronan (my new obsession)

Last film: I'm realising I very rarely watch movies because I can't actually remember the last time I saw one, or what it was.

Currently reading: I was on a reading streak and got a few books into the Inheritance Cycle (re-read in preparation for reading Murtagh) but I kinda lost momentum towards the end of the fourth book. I'm also reading, and LOVING The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls by thecouchsofa and I'm excited to pick it back up again when my brain will focus. While my brain buffers I've been reading some shorter stuff (like The most beautiful part of me (is you) by galaxo, which was amazing) and listening to the audiobook of I kissed Shara Wheeler.

Currently watching: I’m re-watching Dr. Who and Torchwood at the moment.

Currently craving: Cough relief

Coffee or tea: Neither, I dislike the taste of both and also can't have caffeine if I want to stay sane.

Three ships: I'm having four because I can't leave one out in the cold. I absolutely adore the whole best friends to lovers thing, so Ronarry and Prongsfoot have my heart. But then I also adore enemies to lovers, forbidden romance and ships that shouldn't work but do and for that Drarry and Jegulus are my beloved.

First ship: Ronarry (I didn't even like Drarry for years, which is so weird to think back on)

Currently working on: Several things for the Prongsfoot bingo and my fic for the Strutting Slut Fest.

I'm tagging @orange-peony, @lovelymasks & @gracelesslady23 if you haven't done it already and thinks it looks fun.

Also to anyone who thinks things like these are fun and wouldn't mind being tagged by me in them, please like this post so I know I won't annoy you when I do (I get anxious).

[denimbex1986]

'Anyone looking to debate the limits of progress should cast an eye on 1980s Ireland. As a generation born in revolution and civil war moved from farms to towns, a middle class emerged. Some people had televisions; if they were good, some of their kids had Levi’s jeans. As certain things loosened, the Catholic church’s grip on most aspects of Irish life seemed to only grow tighter. Between 1922 and 1996, and aided by a callow state, the church was responsible for imprisoning tens of thousands of women (mostly young single mothers who couldn’t afford the child) into what was essentially indentured servitude. In these “laundries,” women worked seven days a week and weren’t allowed to leave. Their babies were taken from them and sold for adoption, or worse. Around 1,600 women died. The number of babies is estimated to be in the thousands.

The awful tragedy of those events and the way the nation wilfully looked away have inspired many writers and filmmakers––Peter Mullen in 2002 (The Magdalene Sisters), Joe Murtagh last year (The Woman in The Wall)––but few to the same acclaim as Claire Keegan’s softly stated, powerfully evocative 2020 novella Small Things Like These, which now gets the big screen treatment in Tim Mielants’ faithful adaptation. Starring a dogged Cillian Murphy and adapted by the playwright Enda Walsh, it premiered as the curtain-raiser of the 74th Berlin Film Festival––risking faintest of praise, it is the best film to do so in years.

Focusing on a coal merchant named Bill Furlong (Murphy), Keegan’s story approaches the Laundry’s horrors through the eyes of a man whose own mother only narrowly avoided them. That formative act of kindness—her employer, a widow named Mrs Wilson (played in flashback by Michelle Fairley), not only allowed Bill and his mother to carry on under her roof, but also helped raise Furlong after his mother’s untimely death—has instilled him with a fundamental kindness and protective spirit. Not least, it seems, for vulnerable kids: in an early scene, Mielants shows Furlong stopping his truck in the middle of the road to give a boy he knows some loose change. Furlong knows this will draw the scorn of his wife, the pragmatic Eileen (Eileen Furlong), with whom he has five daughters who are well-clothed and fed thanks to Furlong’s work. This involves delivering coal around the town of New Ross in the southeast of Ireland––a decent business it seems, even in trying times. One day, while out doing the rounds, he finds himself inside the doors of the local laundry and witnesses things that upset his equilibrium. In the spirit of Keegan’s sparse prose, we should probably not give much else away.

The challenge of adapting comes in finding ways to bring more subtle elements to screen without relying too much on exposition. While mostly succeeding in this, Melliant and Walsh use flashbacks to show Bill’s younger years––an understandable addition, though Small Things loses considerable steam sans Murphy’s presence. With notable patience, Mielants (who directed Murphy in six episodes of Peaky Blinders) allows the darkness to gradually seep in.

Born in a town outside Brussels, Mielants deserves credit for tackling such a shameful part of Irish history: Small Things gets at the lingering traumas with a clear sense of time and place. DP Frank Van den Eeden captures the overcast South East in not entirely unkind greys and browns. On Furlong’s rounds, we get a lovely recurring shot from on top of his battered delivery truck that gives an overview of the landscape. We also start understanding everything we need to know about him: the way he conducts his business, his generosity to his employees, the importance of the convent’s business to his livelihood, not to mention his family. As a barwoman informs him, “There’s only a wall separating that place from the school.”

Murphy, who developed the film with the producer Alan Moloney and his Oppenheimer co-star Matt Damon, gives a characteristically tender, interior performance as a man burdened with a conscious even heavier than his considerable knitwear. Unflappable as the icy Sister Mary, Emily Watson takes a scalpel to the kind of scenes a lesser actor would approach with an axe. Through small references (on a radio, we hear reports of the prizefighter Barry McGuigan), Meliants nods to the beginning of an era when Ireland’s national pride swelled. Seemingly going on little more than a gut feeling, Furling appears as a man unconvinced by it all––the irony is that it’s his Cristian upbringing that’s causing him to question. There are shades of Rust Cole in his performance, even Joe from You Were Never Really Here. There’s a few instances where Meliants shows him looking out from the coal shed, half-visible in the soot and fading light, a little war being waged in his head. To act or not to act––a small thing indeed.

Small Things Like These premiered at the 2024 Berlinale.

Grade: B+'

[ilovesamheughan]

Herself is fun like no other! 😂

Diana Gabaldon's Foreword to Clanlands Reveals Behind-the-Scenes Stories from the Outlander Set

Here's your first look at the introduction to Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish's new book.

BY DIANA GABALDON

NOV 3, 2020

outlander season 2 2016ED MILLER / STARZ

Well, in The Beginning . . . there was a man in a kilt.

I’ve always figured that if there’s something you want to do, you should start doing it, and if it’s the right thing, the universe kind of comes out to meet you. So, I started writing a novel about a man in a kilt, and the universe brought me a television show.

I’ve been indirectly responsible for a lot of strange things since I wrote Outlander – from:

. . . five seasons (so far) of a hit TV series

. . . the names of dozens of purebred dogs, racehorses and housing developments

. . . thousands of babies named Brianna or Jamie (no one has ever, to my knowledge, named a child ‘Murtagh’, which is puzzling . . .)

. . . Lord John Grey’s Tea

. . . symphonic band compositions

. . . a musical

. . . a Scottish woolen mill specialising in tartan

. . . a marvelous pair of cookbooks

. . . three million knitted cowls

. . . dozens of female fans who lower their trousers at book signings to show me ‘Da mi basia mille’ tattooed on their tailbones (as my husband remarked to me, ‘Well, how many people can say,“Kiss my ass” in classical Latin?’)

. . . a 72% increase in Scottish tourism (as Visit Scotland was kind enough to tell me), and

. . . an excellent whisky called ‘Sassenach’

But this book may be one of the strangest, and definitely one of the best!

I’m deeply honoured that Sam and Graham have asked me to write the foreword to one of the most interesting, unusual (to put it mildly . . .) and hilarious books I’ve read in a long time. I’m not quite sure what you’d call it, but then I’m used to not being able to describe my own books in twenty-five words or less, so this is probably not a problem.

To start with, it’s a buddy book. Two good friends banter (and bicker) their way across the Scottish Highlands, risking life and limb in that casual way that makes men attractive. Why? Well, because they’re both Scottish and they have both been a large part of Outlander (not just the television show, but the whole weird phenomenon), have realised that they are Scottish (wearing a kilt every day for two years will do that to you), and want to find out where their heritage came from and what being Scottish actually means (aside from being born liking whisky)

It’s also a road book. (Think Jack Kerouac, but with fewer drugs, more paragraphs and no sex. Well, almost no sex . . .).

Our two friends are in fact making a television series about several historical locations in the Highlands. Accompanied by a small film crew – including a talented makeup artist and a drone operator – they visit spectacular historical locations in the Scottish Highlands to learn the true history of some of the best-known massacres, fights, betrayals, beheadings, and other typically Scottish recreational activities. This is the story of that journey, accomplished via an aged Fiat camper van, tandem bike, kayak and any number of other improbable modes of transport that only make sense to people suffering from testosterone poisoning.

And on their way, they talk. Not only to each other, but to themselves. In some of its phases, the book is a twin memoir. Each man recalls his life as an actor – in bits – because every actor (like every writer) pretty much makes it up as they go along. Which means a lot of the stories are of the kind that are only funny to the protagonists with twenty years’ perspective, but are endlessly entertaining to the spectators.

These reminiscences include a good many stories from the Outlander set, as well. I’m only on set myself intermittently, but I do recall the day in Season Two when Sam’s horse – which he was preparing to mount – decided to take its mother’s advice and relieve itself before setting out (there’s reason why most costumes are made in multiples). And another occasion during Season Two wherein Graham was required to ride a mechanical horse (as the director said to me, ‘It looks like shit, but you won’t be able to actually see it on film’)

The mechanical horse was carried on the back of a truck, followed by another truck with a camera, and Graham was supposed to leap into the mechanical horse’s saddle while moving (supposedly jump-ing from another horse). This being television, they filmed the scene many, many times to ensure enough footage to get the effect they were after. When they finally stopped, Graham staggered downhill from the road where they’d been doing this, pausing by me and Anne Kenney (brilliant writer of the other episode in that block of filming) to say, ‘I’ve just been having a conversation with my balls. They said, “We’d really rather you didn’t do that again”’. And staggered on, muttering, ‘I knew I should have worn a cup this morning . . .’.

And finally, there’s the actual history of the ‘clan lands’, woven through this tale of a journey. The travelers reach the most interesting/famous/relevant Highland locations, where they do learn what their history and heritage are, assisted by some of the most colorful inhabitants of those places.

So, you’re actually getting four books in one! (A real bargain . . .).

But the most important part of this book is the friendship between its authors, that colours and illuminates every page.

I was both intrigued and immensely entertained by the story, but also touched on a personal level. One of the most unexpected aspects of the whole ‘Outlander phenomenon’ is the amazing way in which it seems to draw people together. People read the books and watch the show – and they want to talk about it. So, they form fan groups and book clubs and Facebook forums, and deep, lasting friendships, all because of a shared love of a story.

I will always recall one woman who brought me a book at a signing, who told me that she lived alone, had been alone for many years, seldom got out and had no family – but that she’d become attracted to the story, found others who felt likewise, and who invited her to go with them to book-signings, premieres and conventions. ‘Now I have friends!’, she said. She cried, and so did I.

I hope you’ll feel that sense of friendship in these pages.

A final word, since this book is all about returning to one’s roots: Some years ago, one of my novels won the Corine International Prize for Fiction, and I was invited to go to Germany to accept the award. This was rather a Big Deal for the German publisher, and they took advantage of my presence to have me interviewed by the entire German press corps; newspapers, magazines, radio, television, literary journals, you name it. By the end of the week I was sleep deprived and a bit glazed over when I met a nice gentleman from one of the literary journals.

Delightful man, he went on at great (and flattering) length about the books. He loved my narrative drive, my characters were tremendous, my imagery transcendent!

So I’m sitting there in a pleasant daze, thinking, ‘Yes, yes, go on . . .’, when he suddenly said, ‘There is just one thing I wonder: can you explain to me, what is the appeal of a man in a kilt?’.

Well, had I been totally conscious, I might not have said it (then again . . .). Anyway, I looked at him for a moment and said, ‘Well . . .I suppose it’s the idea that you could be up against a wall with him in a moment.’

<ahem>

A few weeks later, home again in Arizona, I get a packet of interview clippings from the German publisher, and on the top is the interview from that journal. The publisher had attached a Post-it note, saying, ‘I don’t know what you said to this man, but I think he is in love with you!’.

A man in a kilt. A very powerful and compelling image, yes . . . And now you have two of them . . .

Pour yourself a good dram, open the covers and enjoy yourself!

Slàinte mhath!

Diana Gabaldon

Scottsdale, Arizona

August, 2020

[cajon-desastre]

A small recap of 5x07

1- Roger continues singing.

2- The war is coming and a man of the 20th century is not prepared for a war of the 18th century.

3- Flirty, rogue and sexy frasers. Precious moment where the colonel listens to sing Happy Birthday to his brunette Marilyn.

4- Prestonpans. The preparations remind me of this wonderful episode. Lessons of war, life lessons and absurd confrontations for the pride of a governor. How much I hate Tryon.

5- Summoning the war chief has never been sexier.

6- Alamance. The story strikes with all its harshness. You can't change history. Have you learned nothing? Culloden? Someone?

7- But still they will try. Roger finally finds his father-in-law's approval by volunteering.

8- Reading the letter in two different scenarios. Brilliant. The contrast between arrogance and prepotency versus despair and having nothing to lose.

9- Murtagh and the impotence of the inevitable. A very good scene between Roger and him.

10- The red coat. I was afraid this scene would be as disappointing as the reaction to Bree's photos but no. He is strong, he is shocking, and only with his gaze does Jamie convey the frustration and hatred he feels for having to submit to Tryon's will.

11- Morag, Roger and Buck... Ein? Surprise. Well, follow Diana's line regarding physical inheritance. Black Jack / Frank, Brianna / Jamie (in the books because in the series ...) and now Buck / Dougal.

12- Roger and his impulses. That punch will have consequences.

13- Jamie, Claire and well placed iconic lines on the scene.

14- And the battle begins. They have always been good at filming these scenes and they do not disappoint.

15- The broken syringe is an omen of so many things ...

16- Murtagh and Jamie are finally at the end of the battle and a bullet sentences everything.

17- From here I couldn't stop crying. All emotions. The cry for help that goes up in volume and the next 10 minutes. Despair, helplessness, acceptance, anger, grief. All the states Jamie goes through.

18- There is no going back. Murtagh is dead and with him a part of Jamie.

19- Goodbye, my friend

20- But there was still another blow. Roger won't sing anymore.

Incredible chapter. All the actors / characters are on point. The story flows and is not boring at any time. It has remembered me to the series at its best. Will it be a flower of the day? I don't know. Hopefully it is true that it shows, finally, that they are producers. Yes, he ended up like a puddle on the ground and, although the story of Murtagh and the romance with Yocasta did not convince me, he recognized that this ending is powerful and is a great tribute to the godfather. 

Rest in peace.

And thanks to Duncan for making this character one of the most beloved in the series.

[nellie-elizabeth]

Outlander: Perpetual Adoration (5x05)

Honestly, this episode felt kind of disjointed to me. Several of the pieces were good, but the picture they made in the end was less than it should have been.

Cons:

I enjoyed, in theory, the flashbacks to Claire back in the twentieth century. We see a story of her losing a patient, Graham Menzies, because of an allergic reaction to penicillin. His death shakes her bad enough that she decides to go on a trip to London with Brianna, which leads to her crossing paths with Roger, and ultimately finding her way back to Jamie. The main issue I had here was the strange way the scenes were arranged. In the "behind the scenes" section of the episode they talk about how they had filmed the scenes in order but ended up rearranging them in editing, and honestly that doesn't surprise me to hear. We see Claire attending the Perpetual Adoration and talking to the priest, before we hear Graham explain what it means to him. I'm not sure why they did this - not only is it unnecessarily complicated from a narrative standpoint, but the scene with the priest is stronger, with the overt message of people never being lost if they are not forgotten. It should have come later anyway.

Also, while I liked the flashbacks, or at least parts of them, I was annoyed at how much focus they pulled from the story proper. Sure, it's fun to see Joe Abernathy again, etc. But the scene with Joe and Kezzie having surgery, Claire and Marsali discovering the penicillin... those are moments I wanted to linger on much more, and it's a bummer they were so brief.

I'll talk in a minute about Jamie's plot thread, which I thought was quite strong, but I did feel like the opening part, where Fergus and Jamie walk in and Knox is there, was kind of odd. Last week there was such a sense of the militia as this unit of people, and this week they were all but absent, with Jamie and Knox getting all the screen time. I could have used a bit more of a sense of the group of men, their dynamics, how they're feeling after everything that went down in Brownsville.

I try so hard to care about Roger and Brianna. Sometimes I manage it, but their fight about Bonnet was really just - disheartening to watch. It's not even that I don't care at all, it's more just that it's dour and unpleasant and it sucks. Roger being upset with Brianna for telling her rapist that her baby is his... like, who am I meant to feel sympathy for in this scene? Because I certainly don't feel it for Roger. Then there's Roger saying that because Bonnet's not dead, they'll need to go through the stones right away, and Brianna gets this conflicted look on her face, like she's still not sure that's what she wants. I'm already exhausted with this dynamic, and I didn't think I would be. I think part of the problem is that I know from the books that they don't leave yet. Who knows, maybe they change things wildly from book canon, but I kind of doubt it.

Pros:

So, while I had my problems with the flashbacks, ultimately I enjoyed seeing Claire in this twentieth century setting, and her voice-over worked really, really well here. Outlander's use of voice-over has been inconsistent, but it's best employed when it's being used to convey a theme or philosophy instead of simply narrating events. Here, we have Claire ruminating on the nature of time, and how that relates to God. It's an excellent theme. We see how in the sterile, "safe" environment of the 1960's, a patient dies senselessly because of an undetected allergy. Meanwhile in the past, Claire is playing God by creating penicillin far before its time, and she uses it to perform successful surgery. Her foreknowledge and skill can and will create a ripple effect, and it's definitely one of the core themes I love to see Outlander explore.

Plus, the actor playing Graham Menzies was genuinely charming, and it was nice to see Claire have a chance to grieve Jamie in a more conventional sense. It's heartbreaking to think about how her original grief for Jamie was subsumed as she tried to be a wife to Frank and a mother to Bree. But decades later, with Frank dead and Brianna grown, she can start to process some of her feelings. She also ends up on the path that leads her back to him, so it all ends up for the best. Also, they brought in the romance novel thing! That's one of my favorite details from the book. Fun to see Joe again!

While Roger and Brianna's scenes left me feeling a little cold, I don't fundamentally dislike these characters. Roger shines brightest when he's focusing on his fish-out-of-water status. He's self-conscious about failing Jamie as a captain, and I really feel for him there. Also, I liked Roger and Claire's scene. They have a more natural chemistry as scene partners than he has with Brianna, and I think that's because Caitriona Balfe is a stronger actress. He compares his situation with Jemmy's unclear paternity, to Claire's decision to hide the truth of Brianna's parentage from her, and I thought that was really interesting, and made for a much better exploration of the situation than we got between Brianna and Roger.

Once again we're seeing how Murtagh continuing to exist in this timeline is changing things for Jamie. I really do go back and forth on whether I like his continued presence, but this week it really worked. Jamie's loyalty, and his decision about when to create a clear line in the sand, is one of the driving forces of this whole story-line. And having Murtagh there, having him be the specific source of Knox's search, adds a personal stake here that I think was definitely missing from the book. I like how in the book, Jamie is basically just trying to play the middle and wait for the right moment to declare himself a rebel, to ensure that he and his family end up on the winning side. It's interesting to watch him navigate that aspect of it. But here, his principles are more directly tangled up in things. His loyalty to Murtagh obviously outweighs his coerced loyalty to the crown!

I also like how Knox seems to really admire Jamie and feel a real sense of kinship with him. Jamie is more reserved, saying what he thinks Knox wants to hear, but I also think Jamie is somewhat genuinely moved by Knox's admiration for him. It was obviously pretty brutal watching Jamie kill him, especially after Knox's horrified realization of Jamie's relationship to Murtagh. Knox isn't a character I necessarily sympathize with, but it was hard not to wince when I saw his life come to end. For Jamie's sake, if nothing else.

So, with evidence of Jamie's true allegiance burned, and Knox dead, Jamie returns to the Ridge with a new friend for Claire - a tiny fuzzy kitten named Adso! This is a different way for the cat to make his entrance than what happens in the books, but hey. I'm still thrilled to see him!

At the end of the day, I'm not sure how to grade this episode. There were things about it I truly enjoyed, but others that frustrated me. We are five episodes in now, and these seasons aren't exactly very long. How am I going to feel about the shape of season five as a whole, when all is said and done? That remains to be seen!

7/10

[basketcase1880]

What’s this, a second chapter in one day? Alas, this is the final chapter of this installment. I will be returning to this ‘verse at some point, but I am currently writing for another fandom at the minute.

CHAPTER 16

Previous 

Claire woke first on the morning of the Hogmanay celebrations, she loved the feeling of waking up in Jamie’s arms and didn’t know how she would cope when she had to go back to Glasgow in a couple of days. The feeling of Jamie stirring behind her, made Claire smile, so she turned around in his arms to burrow her head further into his chest. There were lots still to be done this morning, but she wanted to hide away from the outside world for just that little bit longer.

 “Mornin’ Sassenach,” Jamie murmured as he pressed his lips to Claire’s. “I’m surprised there is still only the two of us in bed.”

 “Hush,” Claire jokingly scolded. “I can hear footsteps outside the door, so I think Fergus is just a late riser this morning. He has been working quite hard the past few days, and the high he got off of donating his toys was almost unbearable last night.”

“Did ye get somethin’ nice tae wear tonight?” Jamie asked, suddenly remembering the ladies’ shopping trip yesterday. “Do I get a sneak preview?”

 “No, you do not, James Fraser,” Claire scolded, just as the bedroom door opened and Fergus found his way onto the bed to snuggle between Claire and Jamie. “I had Jenny as my stylist, so you can trust I have a suitable outfit to match you, and Fergus, in your kilts.”

 “Fergus has a kilt?” Jamie asked as he began to stroke Fergus’ curls. “Another gift from Janet?”

 “No, M’lady,” Fergus corrected around his thumb, which was currently located in his mouth, and Jamie’s eyes snapped to Claire’s.

 “Sorcha?” Jamie questioned. “You bought him a kilt?”

 “I noticed while we were sorting through his clothes, he needed a kilt,” Claire explained as if it was common knowledge. “So, while we were out, I had Jenny help me get him one. He looks so handsome in it and will match his daddy perfectly.”

 “Well, I can’t wait for tonight,” Jamie smiled. “But as much as I would like to stay here until tonight, I’m needed to help out with the horses. Ian has asked da’ if he can take Janet tae Loch nam Bonnach this morning.”

 “Ooh,” Claire taunted as she pushed at Jamie’s shoulder. “Getting yourself another brother soon, are you? Off you go, I’m going to hang off and let this rascal sleep a bit more as he appears to have dozed off again.”

 “Alrigh’, Sassenach,” Jamie smiled, and he pressed soft kisses to Fergus’ forehead and Claire’s lips. “I’ll set an alarm for 9 for the two of ye, get some more sleep. I’ll let mam know.”

 Claire just gave Jamie a soft smile at his gesture and snuggled back in with the little boy who she was sure occupied about half of her heart by now. And she was pretty sure his dad occupied the rest of her heart.

 ** 

When the alarm went off at 9, Claire woke, but Fergus did not. So, she decided to go and run him a bath while he was still sleeping and nip downstairs to get herself some coffee.

 “Ah, mornin’, Claire,” Ellen said as she mixed some wonderfully smelling ingredients together. “Did ye’ sleep weel?”

 “Morning Ellen,” Claire returned as she located the coffee pot that Ellen had placed on the stove top to keep warm. “Yes, thank you. To be honest, I think I’m going to struggle when I go back to Glasgow. Not sleeping in Jamie’s arms.”

 “Weel, ye’ have weekends an’ when yer classes resume yer always welcome tae visit on long weekends,” Ellen reassured Claire. “But I dinnae think yer goin’ tae be the only one struggling. I can see Jamie an’ Fergus spending a lot of nights in the same bed when ye go back tae school.”

 “Thank you, Ellen,” Claire said as she hugged her new mother figure, careful not to get the baking mix on her clothes. “Now, I’ve run Fergus’ bath, I just need to go and get him up and ready for the day.”

 “Mind just put him in jeans an’ a jumper,” Ellen said as Claire passed through the kitchen door. “Ye can change him intae his kilt around 4. If Fergus is anything like Jamie at that age, ye’ willnae want him in his kilt too early.”

 “I was just going to put him in another pair of pyjamas,” Claire smiled. “We’re just going to have a lazy day, maybe watching DVDs or painting, so he wasn’t getting under anyone’s feet.”

 “Beauty and brains,” Ellen smiled. “Jamie has really picked a goodun wi’ ye. Now go an’ get the lad up before the bath water goes cold.”

 It was easier to get Fergus up and, in the bath, than Claire thought it would be. She sat and sang to him while he played with his toys for a little while. She then decided to wash him before the water cooled too much.

 “Right, young man,” Claire said when she was sure all the soap was out his hair. “Let’s get you dried and into some fresh pyjamas. It’s too early to get into your kilt. We can play with your toys or we can watch some films.”

 “Can you read me a story, please?” Fergus asked as Claire wrapped him up in his towel. “I like when you read to me.”

 “Of course,” Claire smiled, which gave her an idea. She would use her phone to record her reading the stories and then pass them onto Jamie for when she was back in Glasgow. “But we’ll go downstairs first and see what we can get for breakfast.”

*** 

 After breakfast, Claire and Fergus retreated to Jamie’s room and Fergus gathered some of his favourite stories before curling up in Claire’s lap. Claire just smiled at Fergus as she went about readying her phone to record some of the Mr Men books for the little boy.

 Ellen popped up with some lunch for them, which Claire was grateful for, as her throat was becoming dry with all her reading. Ellen noticed the pile of books when she sat the tray of sandwiches and shortbread down.

 “Ye’ been reading some books this mornin’ then?” Ellen asked.

 “Yeah,” Claire smiled. “I asked Fergus to pick a selection of books, then I decided that I’d record myself reading them. I’ll pass them on to Jamie for the nights when all Fergus wants is my voice.”

 “Ye’ve really fallen for my boys, haven’t ye’?” Ellen asked as she took Claire’s hand in hers.

 “I used to feel so lonely,” Claire whispered, not wanting Fergus to hear this part of the conversation and become upset. “Then I met Jenny, and I didn’t feel as alone, but there was still some loneliness. When she invited me for Christmas, I didn’t know what to expect, but I went out and bought some little gifts that somehow I knew would be just right. But nothing really made sense. Then I met everyone…”

 “Ye’ were made tae be a part o’ this family,” Ellen smiled. “Ye were made tae meet Jamie an’ bring father and son and grandson together. So, as part of this family, ye’ll never feel alone…”

 Before Ellen could continue, the door downstairs slammed open and Jenny’s excited yells for anyone could be heard, which automatically brought a smile to both Ellen and Claire’s faces. They knew what Ian’s intentions were when he took Jenny out today, so, they were excited to see the ring.

 “We’re up in Jamie’s room,” Ellen called in response to her daughter.

 “Mam, mam, I’m getting’ marrit,” Jenny almost yelled as she came into the room. “Ian’s asked me to marry him, an’ I said aye.”

 “Ye’d be daft no’ tae,” Ellen jokingly replied as she took her daughter’s hand to admire the engagement ring. “That man is gaga for ye’, an’ has been fer years. Congratulations, my girl.”

 “Thanks, mam,” Jenny said as she threw her arms around her mum in joy. “Look Claire.”

 “Oh, it’s gorgeous, Jenny,” Claire said as she held Jenny’s hand to steady it, ensuring she got a good view of the ring. “You are one lucky girl.”

 “I’m going to go down and check on my clootie dumplin’,” Ellen said. “Just give me a shout if ye want me tae look efter Fergus fer ye’, Claire.”

 “Thank you for lunch, Ellen,” Claire said, tearing her eyes away from the ring for a second. “We should be good with Fergus. We’re just about to put a film on, so everything should be fine.”

 “An’ give us a shout if ye need a hand wi’ anythin’ mam,” Jenny returned. “Just because Claire an’ I are goin’ tae talk about my ring, doesnae mean ye cannae shout on us.”

 Ellen nodded her head and took the tray downstairs, leaving the plates for Claire and Fergus, Ellen went back down to continue with her baking, leaving Claire and Jenny to gush about the morning’s events.

 “First thing’s first,” Jenny said once Claire had put Toy Story on for Fergus to watch. “As my only sister, will ye’ be my maid of honour?”

 “Of course,” Claire gushed immediately. “I’d love to be your maid of honour…”

*** 

 The afternoon wore on, and soon it was time to start getting ready. Ellen had volunteered to get Fergus dressed since Claire and Jenny had lost track of time talking and were running short on time to get themselves ready. Claire’s outfit was reasonably simple, but she needed the time to try and focus on her hair. Jenny and Louise managed to fashion Claire’s hair into an acceptable messy bun, while Claire applied some light, natural makeup.

 “Jamie is going to love you in this,” Jenny smiled as she arranged Claire’s tartan sash correctly, then her own. “A little black dress is always a good idea for a Ceilidh, but the way yers clings in all the right places and paired with our Tartan, I don’ know if Jamie will be able tae keep his hands tae himself.”

 “Oiu,” Louise agreed. “I have seen how he is with you at the best of times. But we will have to make sure we get a photo of the three of you tonight.”

 “Aye,” Jenny agreed. “Yer first Hogmanay as a wee family. An’ Fergus is going to be so adorable in his wee kilt.”

 Before Claire could answer them, there was a knock on Jenny’s door. “Will ye three witches hurry up, we’ll be late, an’ we cannae hae that, da’s lighting the bonfire.”

 “William Simon Murtagh MacKenzie Fraser, ye little…” Jenny yelled as she chased her brother away from her door, followed by Claire and Louise’s laughter.

 Claire and Louise grabbed their bags, and Claire also grabbed Jenny’s before heading downstairs. Claire was knocked breathless when she saw Jamie and Fergus standing at the bottom of the stairs waiting on her. They were in matching black Jacobite shirts (as Jenny had explained when Claire bought it) and their own Fraser tartan kilts. The three of them truly were matching, like a little family tonight.

 Suddenly, Jamie’s eyes were drawn to Claire on the stairs, almost as if he had a sixth sense that was attuned to only her, and his jaw dropped open. “Claire,” he whispered almost reverently, and moved to the bottom of the stairs and held his hand out to her. “Ye’ are truly a beauty to behold, Sassenach.”

 “Thank you, Jamie,” Claire replied as she ducked her head to try and hide the blush adorning her cheeks. “And you and Fergus are truly perfect gentlemen, waiting on your lady at the bottom of the stairs to escort her to the party.”

 “You look pretty, M’lady,” Fergus said with an awestruck look on his face.

 “Thank you, Fergus,” Claire said as she scooped him into her arms. “And you look so grown up in your kilt.”

 “Right everyone,” Brian’s voice called out. “Let’s get going.”

“Let me get a picture of Jamie, Claire an’ wee Fergus first,” Ellen said as she came bustling into the hallway with her camera. Brian just shook his head and watched as his wife fussed about their son and his apparent new family, getting them into position and making sure she was taking the perfect photo.

 Once the photo was taken, everyone piled out to the cars and headed off to the town hall to begin the festivities to bring in the new year.

 ***

 The party was going well, the weather had stayed dry, so the bonfire was a success, and soon the band made the announcement that it was ten minutes to midnight. Claire and Jamie had been dancing away on the dancefloor while Fergus had been napping under the watchful eyes of Ellen and Brian.

 “’M goin’ to get Fergus,” Jamie said as the 10-minute warning was given. “I want tae ring in the Bells wi’ ye’ an’ Fergus in my arms.”

 “Okay,” Claire said with an encouraging smile, letting Jamie know that was exactly what she wanted too.

 Jamie soon returned with a groggy little boy in his arms, but as soon as they reached Claire, Fergus appeared to be more awake. Almost as if Claire’s presence was a tonic to his sleepiness.

 “It’s almost time to shout happy new year,” Claire said to Fergus, and Fergus reached out to Claire. Jamie handed him over to her and wrapped both of them in his large arms and began to sway back and forth with them while they waited on the countdown to begin.

 “10…” the band leader began, and everyone joined in. “9...8...7...6…5...4...3...2...1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

 “Happy new year,” Jamie said as he pressed his lips to Claire’s and pulled her and Fergus in closer to him. “Happy new year, Fergus.

 “Happy new year, Jamie,” Claire said as she pulled away from Jamie’s kiss. “Happy new year, Fergus.”

  “Happy new year, da’,” Fergus said as a wide smile split his face in two, turning from Jamie to Claire. “Happy new year, mam!”

Master List

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What’s in a name?

OL: Missing Moment, Drums of Autumn Timeline.

Shout out to @missclairebelle and @kkruml for being the ballers they are. XO.

She thought she had seen what marriage was like- once upon a time, in a whole other century.  Yet, she also thought she had known who Claire Beauchamp was- that is, until she saw Claire with him.

The first time she heard it, she was standing inside the house: the windows were open and the door was ajar with the light autumn breeze that filled the house. The mountain air was cool and crisp on her face. Her mother was standing on the porch, her arms wrapped tightly around her body while she watched the horizon for a sign of her husband.

She peered out the window to see her father coming with a deer on his back, his cheeks flushed from the day’s work. Bree watched as her father dropped the deer onto the porch and her mother opened her arms. Jamie reached and pulled Claire into his embrace, kissing her forehead.

“Sassenach,” Her da breathed quietly, pushing a curl out of her mam’s face,  “I missed ye.”

“Mmhmm,” Claire sighed happily tilting her head up and kissing the base of Jamie’s jaw. “It is good to have you home.”

He pulled her mother closer, each just breathing the other’s air—present and whole—alive and together.  She watched their embrace for a moment, her eyes lingering on them for what seemed like an eternity.

Sassenach, she thought to herself- that’s an odd term of endearment.  But as her mother reached up and cupped her father’s cheek, she witnessed a look shared between them- a million unsaid words and feelings conveyed with just a look- in the moment it was just them, their own little universe.

Bree smiled to herself, turning on her heel, leaving them in their own little world.

The second and third time she heard it, she didn’t even realize at first her father was doing it.

She had heard the stories. Her Da’s time of war, of prison, of living in a cave. She had heard the tales of the three years Claire had spent with him. She had heard about the man named Murtagh, their careful guardian and companion, a man she wished she’d also get the chance to meet. She heard their tales of the Bonnie Prince and that terrible day where their lives had taken that dreadful turn. Brianna knew all the bad, ugly, and torturous things that had happened to Jamie Fraser.

He had once been a man in a story: a man that had no face, no image in her mind. Jamie Fraser was just the hero of her mother’s story- but now he was living, breathing, and before her very eyes.

Bree poured a cup of whisky and set it on the table. Her father sat, his hand reaching for hers and giving it a light squeeze.

“Thank ye, lass.” His voice was quieter than usual and she could hear and underlying tone of pain beneath his bravado.

“You were out working all day, while I just stood around and washed and folded clothes. It’s the least I can do.” She put a hand on his shoulder giving him a tight squeeze in return.

“Have you seen yer mam?” Jamie asked as he reached for the glass and took a sip.

“Not too long ago she went to stitch someone up, I think- she should be back any minute….” Bree answered as she heard the door creak open. “Speak of the devil.”

“The devil am I?” Claire smiled, medical box in hand, and shut the door behind her. “Am I needed somewhere?”

Bree leaned against the counter and turned to face her mom. “Da was just asking where you were.”

“I see,” Her mother shrugged off her scarf and hung it on the wall, “Did you cut yourself today, Jamie?”

Bree watched as her father shook his head, and with tired eyes looked back up to Claire.

“Mo nighean donn,” He breathed almost silently, and stuck his hand out to his wife.

Oh for the love of god he needs her. He just… needs her. She thought to herself, she could feel her heart swell in that moment.

Bree turned her attention to her mother, whose entire demeanor changed at Jamie’s words.  Her smile faded and was replaced pensive look and a raise of her eyebrows.

Wordlessly, Claire took his hand and sat on his knee. “Headache?” She asked.

Jamie shook his head and Claire’s hand came to the base of his skull, rubbing small circles in a uniformed pattern. Jamie let out a breath and Scottish grunt of relief; it caused Bree to stifle a laugh.

“I’d say Da is happy you’re home.”

“Appears so.” Her mother laughed and moved her hands now Jamie’s neck.

“Mo chridhe, ye have the hands of an angel.” Jamie laughed and kissed her neck.

Bree stuck her hands in the pockets of her skirt and blushed, almost from embarrassment, seeing her parents be intimate and make references to their sex life- that’s for sure one thing she had missed in her teenage years. Yet, part of her enjoyed seeing this- whatever it was between them- to see Mama nothing but happy.

“Bree, open my medical kit. Top row there is a black bottle, hand it to me.”

Brianna nodded in response, walking across the room and opening the box and grabbing the item, handing it across the table to her mom.

“Thank you, love.” Claire beamed with a smile. She stopped rubbing the back of Jamie’s neck and opened the bottle, pouring some oil onto her hands.  

“I’m going to rub this on your neck and your temples,” She started massaging Jamie’s neck again, “And then I am going to go get out of these dirty rags and feed you two.”

“Aye, Sassenach.”

“I’ll set the table.” Bree turned to the shelves and grabbed some bowls, while her mother finished rubbing her father’s temples. She felt the temperature rise in her cheeks as her father’s moans filled the silent room. Thinking to herself, I think they need a moment.

“Alright, finished.” Claire kissed Jamie’s cheek. “You taste like peppermint.”

“I smell like it too.” He agreed.

“I’ll be right back, then we can eat.”

Bree kept her attention on getting the dishes and silverware out as she heard her mother’s footsteps leave the room. She turned to find her father sitting still, a grin across his face and the tips of his ears turned a shade of red.

“Yer mam, lass…” Jamie started, she couldn’t tell if it was meant to be heard or not, so she just let the words linger as she set the table around him. “Is sae good for a lot of things…. Tendin’ to me, Christ. Woman has an angel’s touch. I am a better man because she grounds me.”

She stood behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. “I bet she’s good for other things, aye?” Bree said in her best Scottish accent.

Her father turned his head, his brown quirked and an impish smile, his face blushing.  “Aye, lass.”

Bree could feel her father’s eyes watching her as she finished rinsing the bowls. “If you want to ask me something, all you have to do is, you know, ask.”

He laughed at that and ran a hand through his hair. “Yer mam may say we look alike, and we do, but I canna lie to ye, Bree. Ye are definitely Claire’s daughter.”

Bree’s cheeks flushed at that, because of course she was Claire Fraser’s daughter- no matter who had fathered her or raised her, or was in her life now, her mother had always been there. She knew she had inherited some of her mother’s stubborn tendencies, knack for speaking when less than appropriate for a woman in this present time, and having a predisposition to not hide some thoughts

“And what makes you say that?” She turned and sat back down at the table, across from her da.

“Ye both do this small furrow in your brows,” Jamie grinned as he reached across the table. He placed his finger right in-between her eyes. “And when ye have somethin’ ye want to say, it stays. And ye purse yer lips.”

“Hmmm.” She said as she pursed her lips.

“Just like that.” Her father sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Out wi’ it.”

“It sounds funny….” Bree admitted and tossed her hair into a bun.

“Mmm.” Her father said, narrowing his eyes at her.

“Okay, fine.” Bree said in defeat, “You know, I didn’t think much of it at first. But being around you two, and seeing and hearing you two talk… I realized, you never call mama, Claire…” She stopped and pulled her eyes up to meet her da’s gaze. “Daddy always called her Claire, or Dr. Randall. But she’s not just Claire to you…”

“Ah,” Her father whispered. He sat at the table, his fingers fidgeting and she could see a look of inquiry on his face. “I see.”

“I was just wondering… Why is that?”

“Did yer mam tell you about the night we met?” He asked, leaning his arms onto the table.

“She did. She fixed your shoulder.”  

“She was in naught but a white shift, hair disheveled, and I woke up in the dark, lookin’ up at her face…” Jamie smiled to himself, a memory coming back to his vision. “I didna know her name or where she was from, but she saw me in that moment. I wasna a wanted man, a traitor, or a prisoner, I was just there.”

Her father stopped talking and reached for her hand. Bree reached across the table and took it, his hand warm, large, and encompassing.

“I told her once that for so many years, I had been so many things to other people. I was ‘Uncle’ to yer cousins, ‘Brother’ to yer auntie Jenny and Uncle Ian, ‘Milord’ to Fergus, ‘Mac Dubh’ to my men at Ardsmuir, and then ‘MacKenzie’ when I was at Helwater, ‘Malcolm’ the printer.... I am only Jamie Fraser when I am with yer mam.”

She watched a small film of tears covered her da’s eyes. “I dinna ken how to explain it lass, but she’s Claire to everyone else… But to me, she’s so much more than just a name.”

Her own eyes filled with tears now, and she let one fall down her face.

“Thank you for loving her, me… Us.…” She whispered as she felt his thumb wipe away her tears.  “And what am I to you, then?”

“Mo cuishle,” her father said, barely above a whisper, “Yer the one who makes my world go round.”

[imagineclaireandjamie]

I know we just got an update for As Yet Unread but it's so good, and it's my birthday Thursday and a new installment would make a lovely present :)

Hello, Anon. So sorry that I missed your birthday - I just didn’t have the chapter finished. But hopefully this is better late than never

Claire had requested Jamie pass by the Kelpies again on the way up to Inverness and he had agreed with excitement. Collecting them both an ice cream from the vendor, he gave Claire a large 99 with a flake, dripping strawberry sauce falling along the cone as she took it and licked the sweet confectionary away before taking a large bite of the soft scoop ice cream.

Jamie chuckled at her enthusiasm as he held a napkin in front of her face. “Ye might need this, lass.” he said, smiling as she took it and wiped her mouth carefully.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” She murmured, craning her neck to look up at the massive horse-like sculpture before them. “Regal yet unassuming. They’re rearing up -certainly- their manes flying as they are, the whites of their eyes visible as they raise their hooves - unseen - to whatever shocked them.” Her eyes were locked on the beasts, their metal structure captivating her as she spoke. “Exquisite.”

“Aye, they are that.” Slipping his arm through hers, Jamie and Claire walked forward, both silently enjoying the company of the other.

Slowly but surely they were bonding, the fragile beginnings of touch beginning to blossom as Jamie included  her more frequently in his work and in his life. It was a tentative relationship, Claire still being in a raw state from her ordeal, but one that was flourishing nonetheless.

“Do you remember this space before they were erected?” She asked quietly, the hum of cars passing along the motorway drowning out some of the voices of the visitors surrounding them.

“I canna say I do.” He returned, watching as she glanced around her, taking in the handful of tourists that milled around them. “It was probably just another wee plot of land, abandoned, mostly, when the road was built around it. It isna like there’s much more going on in Falkirk. But now, wi’ this here, it brings added tourism to the area.”

“A lost wee town. Not quite Glasgow; not quite Edinburgh; but something now, with it’s glorious kelpies.” Sounding a little like an advert, Claire smiled widely as she imitated her best Scottish accent.

“Then it’s no longer lost, aye?” Jamie replied, his hand slipping from through her arm, down, until he’d inadvertently taken her palm against his own, holding onto her gently.

She didn’t even balk at the contact. Instead, she let her fingers twin with his own, the otherwise innocuous movies that he’d watched with her running through her mind as they walked the path around the base of the Kelpies, their ice creams both finished now and the rubbished dispensed in the nearby litter bins.

“No, not anymore.” She whispered, her whole hand tingling as they wandered.

The next part of the journey north passed with relative ease, the traffic light leaving central Scotland. Flat land gave way to mountains, the snow sitting on the peaks as they entered the Cairngorms National Park. Neither of them discussed their ever evolving intimacy letting the scenery fill the gap of conversation. Claire was comfortable, she realised. She felt safe. She hadn’t felt this way in a while. Before it had been a constant ceremony and though she’d never been harmed (until she’d been left, battered and bruised, in hospital) there had always been an undercurrent of tension running through the house.

Jamie, with his gentle ease and warm demeanor, had afforded her a space to heal and grow. In his own way he had loaned her the emotional strength to rebuild her life and discover who she might become given enough time. His home had become hers and she now found herself gravitating towards him as she had done when they’d first met.

“I was reading the other day about the mountains in the Highlands.”

“The Munros, aye?”

“Yes,” Claire continued, breaking the comfortable silence as she watched a couple walking across the barren, open land, towards the hills beyond, “there was a nice statistic written online -I don’t know how accurate it was, but I’d like to think it was true- about the number of people who climb them with bagpipes and play them at the top. I can’t recall the statistic, but wouldn’t that be quite spectacular?”

Slowing the car, Jamie pulled into a layby and applied the handbrake before turning off the engine. Getting out, he walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for Claire, holding out his hand to assist her. They were close to Newtonmore now, Inverness in their sights but it brought to mind a memory he had of his late teens and her tale had reminded him of the adventure.

“Do ye see over there, on the horizon?” He said, pointing at the range that was about to be claimed by the low-lying cloud bank.

Claire nodded, her eyes wide as she took in the sight.

“There’s a munro over there called Ben Macdui, ken? It’s the second highest mountain in Britain, Ben Nevis being the tallest. When I’d finished school, Murtagh wanted to take me on a camping weekend. Him and my da used to climb the local hills and mountains all the time but I was busy studying and being a young lad, aye, too busy for wilderness weekends away that didna feature beer and stupidity.”

Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Claire pictured a younger Jamie, a can in hand as he laughed with his friends and she smiled widely. Her own upbringing had been quite rigid - allowing her very few of those moments - and she’d been married by the end of her teens. But the films she’d watched since she’d achieved her freedom gave her some insight into what growing up might have been like for him.

“So you went? Up there?”

“Aye, we did. It took us the best part of ten hours but we did it. We camped close to the bottom, lighting a barbeque when we got home and saluting a job well done. But it wasna the male bonding that I remember now.”

“No? Then what?” Claire asked with interest.

“They’re often romantic places, munros, and I was young enough to be fanciful but old enough to ken the meaning of the event wi’out thinking it daft.”

“Tell me…” she whispered, watching as Jamie bit his lower lip, sighing happily as he shifted the hair behind Claire’s ear and bent his head down conspiratively as if telling her a secret.

“It was a couple getting married, a verra beautiful affair I thought. We stopped, Murtagh and I, until they’d taken their vows and I thought -in that moment- how wonderful it would be to get married in such an idyllic and wild location. How much effort they’d all had to go through to get up there wi’ enough daylight that they could perform the ceremony and get down safely. Perfect, no?”

“Yes.” Claire whispered, the wind rising around her, gooseflesh rising on her arms as the finest splatters of rain began to fall around them, the last ebbs of sunlight disappearing behind the thick, grey clouds.

[jemscorner]

Outlander: Getting to Know You

Since there’s been an influx of new OL fans and some returning fans to Tumblr, I thought maybe a little getting to know you survey would be nice…feel free to tag a few people.

Thanks for initiating this fun idea @flashinthepanobsessions and thanks for the tag @nighean--donn! 😘

1. How long have you been a fan of OL?  Since March 2014.

2. Have you read the books? If so, which ones? Yes, the first four books. My initial plan had been to read each book before the corresponding season but I guess I need to re-think that plan. 😀

3. Which is your favorite secondary character? Good old Murtagh, faithful godfather and JamieClaire shipper. 💜

4. What is your least favorite storyline? I would have preferred to spend less time in France, especially in the brothel. 😖

5. Favorite episode(s)? Sassenach - the thrill of seeing the book brought to the screen. The Wedding - so romantic and beautifully filmed and acted.  Dragonfly in Amber - IMO, one of the best episodes of the series. The interweaving of the two time periods was brilliantly done. And, oh the angst (how I love it.) The last scene at the stones was amazing and I have shed many, many tears watching it multiple times.

6. The episode(s) you skip? The Search (just too much searching).

7. Be honest, how many times have you watched “The Wedding”? Probably about 5 times in its entirety. I’ve watched the last love scene many times because it is so moving and beautiful. ❤️

8. Finish the sentence: Frank Randall is _________. Annoying. I feel like I am biding time when he’s in a scene/chapter and thinking, “Let’s move on to Jamie and Claire!”

9. What’s your OL watching ritual? I try to watch on my laptop when the episode drops at midnight and then I plant myself on the couch with some snacks and tissues for the Sunday night airing.

10. Are you into shipping? I am indeed! 💕

11. Do you read OL fanfiction? If so, what’s your favorite? The Outlander fanfic writers are incredible. There are so many talented folks and I regret that I can’t seem to find the time to read all of them. I currently am enjoying @whiskynottea‘s The Ripple Effect and The First Law of Thermodynamics and @thatsoccercoach‘s Tall, Strong and Extra Scot and Fluffy Frasers.

12. What OL merchandise do you own? The DVDs.

13. Which was your favorite: Rupert or Angus? Rupert

14. True or False: Lt. Jeremy Foster is a delicious cinnamon bun. He was a nice looking fella but I just wasn’t that into him - sorry.

15. If you were to attend a “fucking bar-b-que” with Geillis Duncan what would you order?  A cheeseburger.

16. What areas of interest has OL sparked for you? OL has helped me to tap a creative part of myself that I didn’t know existed. It has inspired me to learn how to make edits and gifs which I’ve really enjoyed sharing with the fandom. 

17. Biggest plot hole in the show? Jamie and Laoghaire 

18. Bree and Roger: Yay or Nay? They are fine as supporting or secondary characters but I want Jamie and Claire front and center at all times!

19. Which JAMMF habit do you find endearing? His sweet half smile.

20. Finish the sentence: Claire Fraser is _______________. one BAMF!

21. Marry/Fuck/Kill: Dougal, Black Jack, Geneva. Nope - no can do!

22. If you could change one thing about the show version of OL, what would it be? Some of the odd editing choices - they are baffling (and the poor lighting)!

23. Using one word for each, describe Season 1, Season 2 and Season 3: S1: Glorious S2: Heartbreaking S3: Exciting

24. What are some of your other favorite shows/movies? Of shows I’ve watched recently: Victoria, The Crown, Shetland, Call the Midwife.

25. Where are you from? New York

I tag @themusicsweetly, @jewelsbrooke, @denise-alwaysuselove, @saint-hildegard-of-bingen, @danielledreamsthedayaway and anyone else who would like to participate!

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Lethal Weapon

#366

Lethal Weapon was released in 1987 and was directed by Richard Donner, it was written by Shane Black. It stars Mel Gibson, Danny Glover, Gary Busey, Mitchell Ryan, Tom Atkins and Darlene Love.

Lethal Weapon follows LA cops Riggs and Murtaugh investigating a suicide fueled by drugs, Murtaugh is close to retirement and Riggs is considered unstable after the death of his wife and they become unlikely partners on this case. later on in the movie, the partners soon discover that there is more than meets the eye.

Lethal Weapon is my favourite cop movie series, i think they are all great but none of them match this original movie. The chemistry between Danny Glover and Mel Gibson is incredible and they are so convincing as partners.

The soundtrack is over the top 80s, but it works throughout and it has this unique Sax score that just makes you think of Lethal Weapon every single time. 

Technically this movie could even be considered a christmas movie due to constant on screen queues that reference the holiday, but like die hard, it can be watched all year round. 

My favourite part of the movie is the craziness that Mel Gibson portrays as Riggs, and this is why in my opinion the TV series doesn’t really work, because there is an insanity in the character that only works when its played by Mel Gibson and he presents most of the comedy in the movie.

There are so many iconic moments in the film, i love the introduction to Gibson’s character amongst the christmas tree’s doing a drug bust, it's the best display of the madness in the character but yet we are hooked on his character and he instantly becomes likeable, there is another intense scene that follows where Riggs nearly blows his brains out with a gun in his mouth over the grief of his dead wife Victoria, and in that gun on set there was a real bullet in that gun, Gibson reportedly requested it so get more of an intense performance.

The villains are also fantastic, Gary Busey plays Joshua in the film and he is also clearly insane as well, but he's a likeable villain in a twisted way, i would say that Gary Busey is an underrated 80s actor (Predator 2, A Star Is Born, Point Break)

What i like is the lengths this movie goes to establish every single character in the movie, they all have interesting things about them, and thats whats wrong with most cop movies is that they do not go in depth enough to make us feel like we know these characters. And this is a thread that runs through the all 4 of the movies, there is this constant character development in these movies that keeps me hooked and invested.

I love the moment where our two leads meet, Riggs pulls a gun out and Murtagh doesn't realise he’s a cop and jumps at him, followed by the classic cop line “meet your new partner” and the birth of the classic quote “I’m too old for this shit” 

There is a perfect mix in this film of Action, Comedy & Drama, it’s a very well balanced movie and its mad to think that Shane Black who wrote this movie, got it so wrong in 2018′s ‘The Predator’ because that movie did not balance Action or Comedy very well at all.

It’s the family values that this film holds as well which is interesting, its not in your face but when we meet Murtaugh’s family we feel like we know them, and they way they bring in Riggs as part of the family just was so well written and then later on when the daughter is kidnapped, the stakes are high and we are invested because the film made us love these characters.

★★★★★ One of the best 80's action movies, some of the best chemistry and one of the best written action movies ever. 

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[saint-hildegard-of-bingen]

“we love Outlander”

I never win anything. Well, there was one time when I was 20 and my name was announced as the winner of $25 💸 at a raffle at my parish summer festival. I did not believe it was true, but when everyone kept telling me I was the winner, I finally went to the raffle booth and sure enough, I won $25 - a lot of money 💰to a college student working two part-time jobs. But that was a long time ago, and I have accustomed myself to never winning anything and being genuinely happy 🤓for others when they win. So imagine my surprise 😳when I received word from our friend and artist @outlanderedandoverhere notifying me that I won a calendar 🗓 and postcards. Happy, happy 😁! 

I received the much anticipated package 📦 a few days ago and mulled over what to do with the calendar, as I already have two of Fiona’s calendars and wasn’t quite sure where to hang my recently won prize. I decided not to be a calendar piggy 🐷 and thought 🤔about giving the calendar to someone else who loves Outlander. A lovely friend, a nurse 👩🏽‍⚕️who formerly worked in my department, has read the books and watched every episode five times, in her own estimation, so I called and made arrangements to stop by her office with an Outlander gift. 

I visited the office 🏢 yesterday - lo and behold, the area below the counter at the front desk, as well as the staff break room, are decorated with Outlander photos, some cut from magazine articles, others printed from on-line sources. Unbeknownst to me, my friend told her co-workers that I am “an Outlander expert.” While I admit to being a bit emberassed 😳 by this title, I nonetheless enjoyed my five minutes of fame. Asked ⁉️about the upcoming season, I responded as best I could to questions like: “when and where Murtagh might show up, how might the 350(?) page day be interpreted for the show, would we hear Roger sing and play guitar, and are they ever going to film in the US?” 

All good things come to an end as duty called me back to the hospital, so I had to take my leave of this Outlander themed office. As I said my goodbyes, my friend commented “we love Outlander.” Her staff chimed in and my Outlander heart ❤️swelled with pride, because I love Outlander too. I know not everyone loves it, for various reasons, and I certainly appreciate and respect different viewpoints. But for a few wee moments yesterday, time stood still, as a group of women reveled in sharing their love of a story that has found its way into our lives. Thank you, @outlanderedandoverhere , for being the catalyst for this lovely encounter.

[drunklander]

Drunj!Der Yells About Outlander

Thoughts on Ep. 301

Ermagherd guys. It’s been 84 years but the new season is finally here! And not gonna lie, I was about 50/50 excited and nervous for the new episodes to come out because ugh season two…

But I actually really liked the episode! I felt the things I was supposed to feel! I wanted to punch the people I thought I’d want to punch! I yelled a lot of things at Frank because I still hate him! My desire to smash the patriarchy grew three times! It went by really, really fast! Can they all go by this fast so it’s not like waiting 84 more years for Jamie and Claire to get back together? Cool.

Anywho, ramblings are under the cut. I split them up between Boston and Scotland just to keep it organized but I *loved* the editing of the episode. And the direction. Good job, new director guy!

(omfg i forgot how long i get when i write these things and also how fucking long it takes to like proofread and format once i’m sober...)

Scotland

There are no more bagpipes in the theme music and it’s making me feel things. *shakes fist at Bear in the best way possible*

The shot with all the bodies is powerful and everything but I can’t also help feeling a little salty that season two/DIA exists since lol nothing matters. They’re all dead and they were always going to be dead and I just really didn’t like last season but this is the new season sooo moving on.

The body they zoom over after the piles of bodies is Murtagh, right? Because it looks like Murtagh. And Amazon’s x-ray thing is telling me it’s Murtagh. So Murtagh’s not getting saved? Because when they talk about him later in the episode I got my hopes wayyy up that he was going to come back at some point in the season. So now I guess they’re going to have Jamie maybe remember later on? Like maybe keep the part on the ship after Claire is hurt when he tells her the story about how he dies? Anywho, I’m going to go have feelings about Murtagh now.

This killing of the wounded is the most brutal parallel to Prestonpans, guys. (RIP Lt. Babyface)

Also, Sam Heughan and Tom Hardy should star in a two-man show where Sam acts everything without speaking and Tom does the whole thing with his Bane/Mad Max/Dunkirk masks on so he like only has an eyebrow left visible.

Seriously though. Murder me with feels why don’t you, dying!Jamie.

And it’s not supposed to be a surprise that it’s BJR on top of him, right? Like they didn’t think they were going to make that a reveal or anything did they? Because like who the fuck else would it be...

I’m really glad they edited it this way with it all out of sequence and cutting back and forth and stuff though. Like Prestonpans was straightforward and it was awesome. But man does this just hit me in the “omg they’re all doomed and Jamie’s dying and that’s what he wants so badly so like I want him to get what he wants but he can’t die because #plot” feels. Plus the nod to the book where his memories of the battle are all jumbled.

JFC, BPC. STFU about your birthday cup. What the actual fuck is wrong with you. How are you so bad at this. It’s been more than a year since season two and I still just want to punch your very punchable face.

Ok I know Jamie at the stones is supposed to be all heartbreaking and moving and shit, and it is, I guess, as much as it can be in the 0.5 seconds we see him there. But him smelling Claire’s plaid just reminds me of this post and I lol’ed an inappropriate amount for the moment.

I *really* want to punch BPC’s “oh shit, we’re fucked” face. Like when Jamie tells him to order the charge while there’s still a chance and his face is just like that look of horror over what’s happening like WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU THINK WAS HAPPENING YOU FUCKING IDIOT WITH YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY CUP FROM YOUR DAD. LOOK THE FUCK AROUND YOU. THIS ISN’T A FUCKING GAME AND OMFG SOMEONE PLEASE PUNCH HIM.

Also inappropriately chuckling at Jamie murdering a dude with fucking divot, but moving on because…

MURTAGH!!! Omg both of their faces when they see each other and “Where’ve you been, enjoying a wee whisky?” *Murtagh casually kills a dude* “You’re welcome.” I JUST LOVE THE TWO OF THEM SO MUCH. Also, thanks for the heads up that the Lallybroch guys are home safe, Murtagh. Move over, Game of Thrones season seven. Outlander has had teleporting since the beginning.

Outlander: Where Time Travel Is Real, But Travel Time Isn’t

All that training in Je Suis Prest and they end up just charging in. Because lol nothing matters. But I did really like Je Suis Prest so whatever.

I’m not sure I like this weird “magic hour” lighting on the Jamie and BJR fight? Like I get if that’s just when they filmed it that’s one thing, and that their fight is like for *all the closure* so it’s almost separate from the rest of the battle. But I’m not feeling it?

Super glad that we do get that closure of seeing Jamie kill him though, and that Jamie remembers it so he can like process and move on from that part of his life.

Them landing like in a hug and then basically spooning is a bit on the nose though, show. Although like thanks I guess for having him keep Jamie alive and not bleeding out by literally laying on his wound?

Oh the dragonfly in amber. I’m still not a fan of the gifts at the stones thing from last year. But I guess I’m ok with him having something of Claire’s to hold on to so like when vision!Claire appears there’s like something physical tying her to him?

Also, vision!Claire is fucking stunning.

I swear to fuck Jamie thinking he’s seeing Claire in the early episodes is going to murder me.

“I’m not gonna leave ye to die in the mud. Even if ye are a pig-headed loon who canna hold his whisky.” “Drink you under the table.” Literally dying Jamie Fraser defending his alcohol tolerance is my new aesthetic. 

I’m glad they show him dropping the amber because like there goes his last physical memory of Claire. *sobs quietly* But also to show how it eventually ended up in the museum for Claire to see last season. Because I def thought they weren’t going to bring that back again and her seeing it last season was just a weird bit of haha look how this is here now for Claire to see! Feel things, monkey, feel the feelings! (That said, I don’t know if I like it enough to merit the time spent on it at the stones last year…)

Ok so I’m starting to think that Murtagh is really dead and that really was him that we saw on the ground at the beginning and they’re just bringing him up again to established that no one knows what happens to him so they can go back later in the season and have Jamie remember him dying and then I’ll have all the Murtagh feelings.

(Seriously though, please fucking save Murtagh!)

I really, *really* love Rupert in the scenes in the house. I love that they let him step up and, with Jamie out of commission, really become the leader of these men. His “No, my lord. Traitors all. Shall we be hanged then.” has just that right amount of fuck you in it, but his “Thank you, my lord.” is definitely genuine. Like yeah, he’s going to die, but at least it’s an honorable man who’s going to kill him in an honorable way?

Seriously though, I love Hal.

Ugh, Jamie saying “she’s gone.” That’s going to be a thing isn’t it. Like with Jenny and then with LJG. And it’s going to murder me every time isn’t it. Ok.

The goodbye with Rupert is my everything. The humor and feelings and Angus and omg. I have feelings.

And the way Rupert’s voice changes when he says “aye.” And when he says his name. Guys why is my face wet.

“No man in the king’s custody will be shot lying down on my watch.” I fucking love you, Hal.

Gah, the way Jamie’s voice changes and becomes stronger when he says his name, like Rupert’s did. It’s like it’s their chance to go out with all of their dignity. But then Jamie’s fades because he’s so weak. *sobs*

“Does the name John Grey mean anything to you?” “Well no, because even though he gave your father’s name and title plus his birth order last year, so he clearly wasn’t trying to hide his identity or anything, the writers decided to keep him in the script as William Grey. There really was no reason to do that. They could have just made him John Grey from the start. But they didn’t. For reasons I will never understand. So no, the name John Grey means nothing to me. Good day, sir. I said good day.”

Gah like Jamie is so sad that I really want to shoot him and put him out of his misery but I also want ep. 306 so thanks for being noble af, Hal.

I am def going to start using “This is a deuce of a situation.” in my everyday life.

Oh hey, Jenny and Ian. See you next week!

Boston

Ok but that first shot of Claire. Like that resigned look that this is her life now and she’s trying to convince herself that she’s ok with it. And the little sigh like “ok I can do this” but like more that she thinks she *needs* to do this. Break my heart a little right there, Claire. Also, please leave Frank so you can take the time you need to heal and grieve and process instead of keeping it all bottled up inside to live up to some “conditions” because that’s really not healthy.

“Are you sure we can afford all this?” “Oh totally, you see we need to have enough room to like fit the camera operators in and the sound guys and the rest of the crew and some lighting stuff and also it looks way better on TV if we have space to move around so we can definitely afford this wicked spacious house. Gotta save the cramped conditions for prisons and ships and stuff. Don’t worry about the rent, dear.”

No shade at all meant on the set. I’m just silly.

“You’ve always said you wanted a real home.” “It certainly is real.” BUT IT'S NOT HOME BECAUSE JAMIE IS HER HOME AND JAMIE ISN'T HERE. *has feelings*

“The study can be wherever the lady of the house desires.” … “The kitchen, where presumably, the lady of the house will be rustling up various appetizing dishes.” Yes, Claire, you’re the lady of the house! You can totally decide where my study is going to be! But lol your place is in the kitchen because you’re a woman and that’s what women do! Fuck you, Frank.

I almost like the handful of scenes where Claire and Frank are getting along on the surface because it’s almost like a window into what their life was like pre-War. And in each instance, I cannot see Claire being happy in that sort of relationship long term even if she hadn’t gone through the stones. Like your cowboy impression is cute, Frank, but your tendency to treat your wife like an accessory instead of a person is not.

That said, WHO THE FUCK CARES BECAUSE IT’S NOT FRANK’S STORY AND WE DON’T NEED TO SEE WHO THEY WERE BEFORE BECAUSE IT’S NOT A STORY ABOUT FRANK AND CLAIRE.

Ok so seeing Claire struggling to light the stove gave me the same feelings the gif did. But seeing her sit on the couch and then see the fireplace I was just like OMG DO IT! DO IT DO IT DO IT! AND SHE FUCKING DID IT! @abreathofsnowandashes’ POST IS BASICALLY CANON AND I LITERALOL’ED WAY TOO HARD.

Claire waxing poetic about food cooked over an open fire is making me feel more feelings than it should.

But seriously her face in reaction to Betty Draper over here is awesome. I need Claire to start a neighborhood group where she turns all the women into massive feminists please and thank you.

“He likes surprises, does he?” “Oh yeah, totally. Last time I surprised him, he almost punched me and then destroyed a shed. So yeah, I’d say he loves them."

Please don’t give Jerry a heart attack, Millie. Claire already had one husband-murdering friend and I think that’s quite enough for one person. Thanks. You’re a peach.

Oh Claire. Oh honey. “Frank is very progressive. Very open-minded.” The look on her face when she says that like she’s trying to convince herself it’s true. Like yes, if you follow all of his conditions, you can stay together and raise the baby. But is it really being open-minded if literally all of his conditions are about you keeping everything locked away so he can go on pretending like everything is back to normal? Or is that just selfish. I’m voting selfish on that one.

“Just cook, clean, raise the kids, look pretty when they meet the boss.” Millie you are literally describing Frank’s ideal wife right now. And I think Claire on some level knows that. RUN AWAY CLAIRE, RUN AWAY! IT’S NOT TOO LATE! THESE ARE ALL THINGS THAT ARE NOT TIME-TRAVEL RELATED! PLEASE WAKE UP AND REALIZE THAT NOT ALL OF YOUR PROBLEMS ARE BECAUSE YOU WENT BACK IN TIME!

Oh her face when Millie says she won’t find another man like Frank. SHE FOUND ONE SO MUCH BETTER AND HE’S NOT DEAD AND SHE’LL GET HIM BACK AND EVERYTHING WILL BE OK AGAIN!

Seriously though. The shots of Claire’s face when they switch back to the Boston side of things. Punch me right in the face with feels why don’t you, show. Like when she’s getting ready to go to Frank’s work thing. That cut from Jamie’s face that’s all full of pain to her face that’s also all full of pain. *sobs quietly* Like this woman is hurting! FFS! Look at everything she went through! Look at everything she lost! And she has no outlet for any of those emotions! And that look of just pain and loneliness and then resignation when Frank calls up to her and quoting Millie… I want to give her a hug and a therapist.

Ok so the scene at Harvard. Thank fuck Frank manages to not be a piece of shit in this scene because I need all my rage for the fucking Dean. I still hate you Frank, but you get a momentary reprieve here. Because this fucking dude needs to be punched in his smug-ass face. Like you’re seriously going to shit on a woman for reading the fucking newspaper?! First of all, don’t fucking ever shit on a woman for reading any-fucking-thing and second of all, your patriarchal bullshit runs so deep you can’t stand a woman reading the most popular newspaper in Boston?! It’s not like she rolled in and was like well I was reading the Atlantic (founded in Boston, what whatttt!) or the Economist or something that your fucking misogynist brain wouldn’t be able to handle. She was literally talking about reading a fucking #HotTake in the fucking local paper.

THAT’S RIGHT CLAIRE, YOU CAN GO TO MED SCHOOL! YOU SHOULD GO TO MED SCHOOL! DO THAT THING AND THEN SURGICALLY DISASSEMBLE THE PATRIARCHY!

Good boy, Frank. Way to stand up for your wife and not suck for once. But remember that little fun fact you just spouted about your wife because that’ll come up again later when I need to yell at you for being a piece of shit.

Omg though. Claire’s face when she says “yes, I’m very happy” is the best “you can go fuck yourself straight to hell” face I’ve ever seen. And grabbing Frank’s hand when she says it is clearly part of that and not like an actual, genuine taking of his hand and he knows that. And I don’t feel bad for him at all in that moment because yeah, he fucking needs that reminder that she’s sitting through this because of him so a tangential fuck you to you, Frank, for bringing me here for this wonderful experience.

"Are you alright? You're very quiet.” “Oh yeah, peachy keen. Just got condescended to for reading a newspaper, was told women were bad at the profession I was born to do and had to pretend to be totally ok with this being my life now. Totally fine.”

For serious, Claire. Your face there. Those feelings you’re feeling. These are not time travel adventure related feelings. These are this life sucks and I hate it feelings. You don’t need to stay here. This is getting super tedious. Frank sucks. Your life with him sucks. You have all this emotional baggage that you have every right to have and no outlet for it. Jamie wouldn’t want you staying in a fucking life that is making you this miserable. The baby hasn’t been born yet, there is still time to bounce before it gets even messier. Argh. Thank fuck there are only two more episodes of this stuff because there are only so many times I can yell JUST GET A FUCKING DIVORCE at the tv.

I felt more feelings than I should have felt at Claire looking at the bird. Like omg Claire’s face as she’s looking at it. Just out there. Being a bird. Doing its bird thing. Being free. YOU COULD BE FREE TOO CLAIRE! GO! BE FREEEEE!

Ok with this tea scene I literally had to google how British people make tea. Like I know I’ve talked about it with people before, like recently, but somehow in my head it wasn’t just like loose in a tin. I can’t even do a proper snarky hashtag about preferring the American way tea is packaged because that would make it seem like I was into a weird sex thing so I guess I’ll just have to blaspheme by saying I like Lipton’s and I’m not sorry.

So Claire likes America because "It's young, it's eager, it's constantly looking toward the future." Or, you could say it's...young, scrappy and hungry! Claire would totally be Hamiltrash. Frank wouldn't be. Fuck you, Frank, it’s a great show. Loosen up, geez.

Ok Frank, why did you go to touch her belly. You clearly know that she doesn’t like that. But you saw an opening when she said it’s “our baby” and you went for it. Like I know you really, really want things to be normal, but fucking don’t proactively touch Claire like that when you know it’s not welcome.

Also, seriously Frank? Have you met Claire? Yes, she’s English. But she grew up fucking all over the world. I don’t think she’s particularly sentimentally attached to the fucking Battle of Hastings. She’s trying to have a conversation with you. She’s opening up. She’s trying to be “normal” with you and share something she’s excited about doing. And your first thing is to question her? Fuck you. You’re a shitty person.

“These are things I fought a war for.” Ok Franky boy. Remember that scene a little bit ago when I said you got a reprieve from my hatred? You know, the one where you found like the singular decent bone in your body and decided to defend Claire for a second? Remember what it was you said? Oh right. SHE WAS A FUCKING COMBAT NURSE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE. SHE WAS ALSO IN THE WAR. SHE WAS ON THE FUCKING FRONT FUCKING LINES OF THE MOTHERFUCKING WAR. And then guess what?! SHE FUCKING THEN FOUGHT IN ANOTHER WAR! THIS TIME AGAINST THE ENGLISH! AND EVERYONE SHE LOVED DIED! (except not really, hang in there girl) IT’S TOTALLY NORMAL THAT SHE WOULD HAVE CONFLICTED FEELINGS ABOUT ENGLAND AND BE LIKE HEY THIS UNITED STATES PLACE SEEMS OK (*pours one out for the current state of affairs*) I WANT TO MAYBE BE A CITIZEN.

And then this fucker’s like oh it’s something you really want to do? Well you don’t have to because I’ve got it covered. THAT IS NOT THE FUCKING POINT, FRANK! STOP MAKING THIS ABOUT YOU! SHE’S LITERALLY SAYING THAT THIS IS SOMETHING *SHE* WANTS TO DO. WHY ARE YOU SUCH A TWATWAFFLE.

And then he brings in the not letting him touch her shit. Like why couldn’t you have just let this be a fucking normal conversation, Frank. But since you brought it up. Let’s talk about Claire for a minute. Claire is pregnant. Claire was pregnant before. Claire lost her first child. Claire’s current pregnancy is going to result in Jamie’s child. Her fucking last chance to have a part of him in her life. So of course that’s something that’s fucking super emotional and that she’s super protective of. Because she also knows that she can’t fucking tell this child anything about Jamie. Because of your fucking conditions. Like I don’t think you can comprehend how much of a mindfuck that must be, Frank. So maybe don’t fucking touch her stomach if she’s made it clear she doesn’t want you to.

And then! With the fucking unwanted touching. Do you fucking know how many times this woman has been assaulted, Frank?! Hell, the show is not at all explicit that she wasn’t actually raped in the glade in ep. 108. And the deal with the king. And BJR. And the dudes at Leoch. And fucking Dougal. And the gang of dudes in Paris. And ones I’m probably forgetting about. So like if there was ever going to be anyone who might be wicked sensitive about unwanted touching, it’s fucking Claire. BUT GUESS WHAT! AND THIS IS THE KICKER, FRANK! THAT DOESN’T EVEN MATTER BECAUSE IF SOMEONE SAYS THEY DON’T WANT YOU TOUCHING THEM THEN YOU DON’T FUCKING TOUCH THEM IT IS LITERALLY THAT SIMPLE.

And of course she’s retreating into her shell, you fucking asshole. The amount of trauma this woman has gone through with no fucking outlet to deal with it. Of course she’s fucking isolating herself. But instead of being concerned about her and trying to help her, you’re just like omfg but what about meeeee?! Why can’t you just be “normal” for meeee?!

“What is it that you want from me?” “I want to know when you’re going to come back from the fucking past.” Fuuuuuck you, Frank. Because you’re asking when she’s going to go back to being how she was before. Well newsflash, Frank. She’s not. You’re never going to get your pre-War relationship back where Claire was 19 and thought you were the swellest guy. Because that’s what you want here. Stop fucking deluding yourself Frank, there aren’t enough conditions in the world to bring that girl back. So now you have this woman. Who is tearing herself apart from the inside trying to fucking live up to her side of your bullshit bargain. And at every turn you’re like nope, not good enough.

FUCKING PREACH IT. CLAIRE. PREACH.

I fucking love that she throws the ashtray at him because he again reduces what she had with Jamie to fucking. He’s been doing it since last season. He just can’t get his shitty-ass head around the fact that Claire loves Jamie with everything she has. It’s a great parallel to when Claire loses it at Bree in ep. 213 when Bree also says that Claire was just fucking another guy because she was a bored housewife. I fucking love how protective she is of what she has with Jamie.

Seriously though, fuck you Frank. You’re asking her to be something she's not and then blaming her for not doing it well enough. Yes, she should have left you, but you’re also an asshole.

And yeah, Frank didn’t like hogtie her and force her to come to Boston. But Jamie sent her to Frank so she went, all shattered and hollow, to Frank. And Frank was like oh cool, I can get my wife back like nothing ever happened and so yeah, clearly staying together is a great idea. You know, on my terms. Which you’ll agree to because you’re all like shattered and hollow. But Claire, you’re now far enough removed that you SHOULD JUST FUCKING LEAVE BECAUSE THIS IS CLEARLY NOT WORKING AND JAMIE WOULDN’T WANT YOU TO BE THIS FUCKING UNHAPPY. AND GUESS WHAT HE IS ALSO NOT HERE ANYMORE SO YOU TRIED BUT IT’S NOT WORKING AND UGH JUST GET A FUCKING DIVORCE ALREADY.

Gah, we have two more episodes before my best friend in the world, Ms. Ice E. Road, shows up and rids me of my Frank-rage once and for all.

Please for the love of fuck make it once and for all because omfg it’s not Frank’s story and it’s never been Frank’s story so can Frank please just die and stay dead. KThxBai.

*sacrifices a goat that Tobias gets a kickass leading role in something that keeps him unavailable for the foreseeable future*

Why is Frank’s face just giant on the screen. Like why is it still there. It’s still there guys. I’m not even typing that fast and it’s still there. Make it go away.

Ok I’m calling bullshit here. There is no way in fuck that house doesn’t have a second bedroom. Like if you aren’t sleeping in Claire’s bed, go to the fucking guest room. You get no pity from me for all the noise that comes with sleeping on the couch.

Ok like we knew they were keeping in Frank’s request to the reverend to research Jamie because Roger and Bree find it in ep. 213 and that’s how they know he’s alive. But in all my feelings about ep. 213, I forgot that it meant that I still get to hate Frank for doing it. But luckily there’s a scene in this episode where he starts writing the original letter! So fuck you, Frank, for being so shitty to Claire about not talking about her time in the past, but you’ll write to your buddy to research it!

Although I definitely don’t like that it’s the reverend’s research that let’s them know Jamie survived. Because that means Frank is kind of responsible for it. But at least they nixed the stupid placing a fake headstone bullshit. Still no brownie points for you, Frank.

I’m glad that Frank finds out about the miscarriage but doesn’t get details about Faith. Like oh hey, here’s another detail about how my life with Jamie was real and loving and yeah, we lost a child together and it was traumatic af so just get that through your head. But also it’s such a personal thing between her and Jamie that I really don’t want Frank to get all the details.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you about the miscarriage.” “None of that matters now.” Frank you could have picked literally any other set of words. Any other words to get your point across besides “it doesn't matter.” Because I know you're talking about Claire not telling you and not the miscarriage itself, but she's talking about her first daughter. Who matters a great deal.

I HATE THIS DOCTOR WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE THEY ALLOWED TO DO THAT IS THAT EVEN LEGAL DO I NEED TO GO DOWN A RABBITHOLE AND FIND THIS OUT WHERE IS THE CALL THE MIDWIFE CREW WHEN YOU NEED THEM SORRY FOR JOKING WHEN WHAT THE DOCTOR DID TO CLAIRE IS 1000% UNACCEPTABLE.

Omfg I cannot even imagine waking up and not knowing where your baby is or if they’re alive or dead. I definitely can’t imagine going through that twice. Like omfg when you put it next to Faith, it’s just like *ugly cries*.

“I’ve been so horrible to you.” But have you, Claire? Because I’m pretty sure you’ve been doing the best you can. And Frank’s been making you feel like you’ve been horrible. Because he’s a shitty, shitty person. But seriously. You should have left him. But it’s kind of too late now because apparently you both seem to think Bree will somehow make everything better. Right. Definitely. That’s totally going to be what happens.

*only two more episodes of this, only two more episodes of this*

“Where’d she get the red hair?” Bless you, rando nurse. Blesss.

[c2bend]

Where is the Story in S3?

So as I was laying in bed – not sleeping – I had a thought/s about a comment made in an OL ‘group’ which basically said she’s having a hard time feeling engaged with Season 3 of Outlander.  ***Warning: long boring post below***

My thought was this – (let me preface by saying I am in no way a literary person, just someone who likes a  good story whether it be book or film or tv show) I feel the reason she and maybe others are having a difficult time engaging is the way the ‘story’ so far is being shown.  

Season 1 was one continuous story – it’s starts with Claire, moves forward with Claire and continues with Claire – Jamie is part of Claire’s story.  So for me while watching this story I was in it – I didn’t see Caitriona Balfe the actress is playing Claire Beauchamp Randall Fraser, I saw Claire, I didn’t see Annette Badland playing Mrs. Fitz I Saw Mrs Fitz and Loved her.  I was lost in the story, the story engaged me and kept me there – the only time during season 1 where it was harder to stay engaged was The Search – not because there was no Jamie (it’s still Claire’s story) but because a good part of it turned into a bunch of montages – the ‘story’ got interrupted with that, give me more Murtagh + Claire bonding, Jenny + Claire bonding.  So it wasn’t terrible it just hiccuped a bit and distracted slightly.  

Season 2 – oy vey – so s2 starts with Claire back in the 20th Century obviously she’d gone back through the stones that we never saw happen – all good let’s just go with it.  I got engaged with this part of the story as it went along, I would have been happy staying there with her, I wanted to see what was going to happen next with her life in Boston – then bam, all of a sudden we’re back in time with Claire and Jamie – all good let’s go with it.  Where did S2 lose my enthralled engagement – when the story got, well boring, the story became more about 1700’s Paris than about the characters – all of them – Claire, Jamie, Murtagh, etc.. The characters’ story seemed disjointed – you’ve got Jamie running around playing jackobite spy – look at me I so tired cos’ I trying to stop an uprising, no woman I don’t have time for you I’s trying to stop an uprising and I ain’t ready for no lovin’ times I’m hiding under this here blade of grass while I wipe the “mark me Prince Charlies’ ass”.  While Claire is moping around bleating I am sooo bored with these simpleton Parisians, I’m so much better than this, I need something meaningful to do, I know I’ll hang around with the creepy frog guy and make some killer herb mixtures and shit and heal people while I’m pregnant in unsanitary 1700s Paris, would love to get some lovin time with the hubs but he can’t cos’ he just keeps seeing BJR, I don’t look anything like that dude,.  But look at all our pretty clothes they are badass!! 

As I said I’m not a literary type person, all I know is that the story while they were in Paris was less engaging.  So there was Faith – yes brought me back into the story until the scene when Jamie returns home, that scene was edited so much that it feels off, when I watched the ‘extended’ version I understood why.  It was edited down at the cost of the characters’ story. 

When they get to Scotland it starts getting a bit better, but because I haven’t been as engaged from the beginning it’s getting harder to ‘get there’ now.  My favorite episode was the PTSD Claire, I loved seeing the flashbacks, learning what her experiences were in the war, how those experiences shaped her character etc..  With all of this said most of us realize that the issue with ‘getting into’ this part of the OL story (DIA) is the story (source material) itself and I think not being able to have Jamie’s healing happen in S1, his healing in Paris doesn’t even add to the story at this point (there is just too much going on) – this is by no means criticism, I mean I certainly wouldn’t want the job these guys have, these are just observations.

Season 3 – yes LONG awaited S3.  Why is it hard for some viewers to stay engaged with this season?  Because there is very limited story to follow or get engaged in period.  The best parts so far has been Jamie’s story, but every time they jump back into the 20th Century it interrupts the STORY and we’re left feeling disjointed.  I’m wondering if it would have worked better by giving a couple (or more) episodes just for Jamie’s story – no ‘let’s go peek into moments of Claire’s miserable life’ – just Jamie – I know I would have been engaged completely in that story.  Then once we get to a certain point in his story we go and visit Claire and Bree’s story, we get to see Claire and Bree’s relationship, we see Frank in the background being an asshole, we see Dr Claire and JOE, (I love Joe so damn much, probably as much as Murtagh, cos Joe is like Claire’s own Murtagh!)  So Claire’s life progresses, icy road happens, Scotland and Jamie’s alive! But where is he…. I am so into this story!  But instead we’re not getting stories we’re getting glimpses of stories, vignettes that leave us still hungry and unfulfilled and even a bit confused.  At least we do get more of a story line with Jamie’s, again though because they’re trying to fit in Claire’s moments we don’t get a full serving of Jamie’s story. 

This is my observation of why some are feeling unsatisfied – because we’re getting fed morsels and we want the whole meal and we’re still hungry!  We want to be engaged in the story but we can’t find the damn story.  

So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

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Noir Nocturne Part 1 Chapter 18 I’ve Got a Feeling I’m Falling

(For Widdy: better late than never my dear.)

Dougal saw Claire motion to him from the doorway to the den. “Your pardon Lass, thank ye for the instruction about the baseball.” He smiled down at Lilly, threw a frown at Angus to stop him from doing anything he shouldn’t, and stepped out to the entryway.

“Dougal, would you follow me upstairs a moment? I have some things I need to give you” she said when he reached her side.

He bit the inside of his cheek instead of saying something inappropriate to her. It was a close call. “Aye, lead on.”

Jamie met them coming down the staircase. He quickly glanced between them with a slight frown but didn’t say anything. He continued his descent and Dougal heard him enter the den.

“Meet me in the bathroom Dougal.” Clair said from the top of the stairs, and in doing so completely flustered him, as he had been studying her swaying backside.

“Erm…” he began, he couldn’t help himself.

“I just want to make sure you know how the shower works, and give you your items for use in here. You have your towel in your pack, but I have all the other items. Do try not to glower at me so all the time. I’m doing the best I can.”

“We all are” he said gruffly, stepping into the third-floor bathroom and taking note of all the different fixtures again, while he waited.  He hadn’t realized he’d been frowning at her. He hadn’t meant to.

“I know, and I’m truly thankful that you and the others are trying as hard as you are.” She handed over the items and pointed out where to hang the towel and small cloth, put the razor and toothbrush, and stepped over to the separate glass enclosed shower. “The taps in here, and on the bathtub, should work as the sink did earlier. But be careful, test the water before you step in it so you don’t skald yourself. Please show Angus and Murtagh and give them their things as well. You will have to be cleaning up after yourselves here. I am not going to do it, although I will help with the laundry until you get the hang of it. Women in these times are very different from what you are used to you know.”

He laughed at that, a short sharp ha. “I dinna think they can be all that different Claire, but I ken ye are no our servant.” He tried out a grin, to see if she would smile, but she sighed instead, looking up at him in the close quarters with a face full of skepticism. He was suddenly very aware of how little she had on, again.

“I am glad to hear it. I don’t think you have time to shower before dinner, but please do so after, so that we can all have a turn in here before bed. I should have remembered pajamas, robes and slippers, just put on some of the work clothes after instead. I’ll take care of the other things soon” and with that, she left.

He spent a few minutes arranging things in his room to his satisfaction and thinking over all that had occurred since they found themselves here. He had barely scratched the surface of what he felt about it.

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Claire entered the den and introduced herself to the others. The one called Betty gave her a looking over but Lilly and Julien merely nodded in her direction. She hoped the men hadn’t said anything that she would have to account for at some point. Jamie was listening to the radio with a perplexed look on his face, but she assumed it was just another reaction to the newness. She was a bit worried that the reality of the situation hadn’t totally hit him yet. He seemed to be handling this transition well, but it was so hard to read him sometimes. He could make his face blandly impassive at will if he didn’t want anyone to know what he was thinking. She knew a reckoning must come, but had no idea how or when.

“Come and get it while it’s hot!” Rhea shouted from the dining room and everyone very promptly moved into it. There was another man already seated at the table, near the head, where Rhea was standing, who looked up and smiled.

“Sit down, and start passing. Chuck budge up next to someone else so the lovebirds can sit together near me.” Rhea said, pointing a carving knife at the new man. Claire saw he was an attractive looking, older thirty something, tan, dark brown haired, mustached, wearing tennis whites.

“You know, it’s the most curious thing” she said, studying him intently as she sat down next to him, “and I am sure you hear it all the time, but you look remarkably like Ronald Colman. “

“How extraordinary, my dear Country woman. Curiouser and curiouser I’m sure.”  Chuck winked, smiled a very white smile at Claire, nodded at Jamie on her right and looked around the table to the rest of the influx from the den.

“That’s because he is Ronald Colman Pet” an unimpressed Rhea said while passing a platter of roast to Jamie.

He’d been a star of stage and silent pictures, but now he was building a talkie career that would see him become one of the biggest movie stars of the thirties and beyond Claire remembered, as soon as she got over being flustered by this startling revelation. Her hand shook badly when she handed him the platter.

“Alas, it’s true. I am he my dear. Sorry to miss the Charles’ tonight Rhea. I always enjoy Nick’s stories” he said, as he politely ignored Claire’s discomfort.

“Nick Charles? Fancy man, about my age?” Dougal said from the opposite side. “We met him today at the Barbers.”

“Well then you know all the boarders at last. Nick and Nora stop over here when they are in town, keep the double just for them. I just bet Nora would rather be in a fancy hotel, but Nick’s an old friend and he wouldn’t hear of it.  Helped me out of a spot a trouble a few years back. Lord love a duck but he’s a funny sort. Wonder how he knew you bunch would be at the Barbershop.” Rhea continued to pass items from a sideboard and then finally sat down. “This new lot are actors like you Chuck. Just got here though so I bent the rules for them. Father McDaniel made me.”

“Oh no, we are nothing like you Mr. Colman, just theater amateurs and vagabonds who happened to have some friends working a film out at Griffith Park. I’m actually a nurse.” Her voice sounded a bit high and squeaky to herself and she felt Jamie lean in closer from her other side, possessively placing his thigh against hers.

“We all have to start somewhere. Call me Chuck, everyone here does. It’s Rhea’s fault, she found out my middle name, and won’t let me forget it.” He laughed and settled into the meal. The others weren’t chatting as they were all too busy eating.

It really was a very good meal. Claire particularly liked the fried green tomatoes. They were new to her but she probably would have liked fried cardboard as hungry as she was. Even sitting next to a movie star couldn’t dim that.

“I just adore Nora Charles, she’s ever so glamorous.” Lilly sighed while studying Jamie from across the table.

“You’d be a glamour puss too with all her money silly child. She thinks she’s made Nick retire, that’ll be the day. Made your favorites for your birthday poppet so save room for pie.” Rhea, obviously fond of the young blonde, passed the food around again. “Well, I can see I’m going to have to stock up the larder a bit with you men shoveling that down as fast as you are. Glad you like it.”

Claire, regaining some of her composure, asked Julien what he did for a living.

“Screenwriter at MGM, so is Betty here. Lilly does hair and makeup over at Warner’s.” Claire thought he might be a bit pompous but basically harmless.

Dinner finished after pie, coffee and a rousing chorus of the birthday song, Dougal rose and headed to the entryway. He signaled to Angus and Murtagh to follow and hopefully he would take her advice, Claire thought.

“Care to join us for a smoke on the porch Fraser?” Julien said before heading out with Colman. Jamie gave a slight shrug to Claire and followed.

“Well, can I help with clearing and the dishes Rhea?” she asked, noting that none of the men had offered.

“No, you sweetie, it’s Betty’s night to help. You’ll be in the rotation soon enough.” Rhea informed her, waved her away with a grin and left for the kitchen.

“Want to sneak out back for a smoke with me?” Lilly asked quietly, startling Claire who had been wondering if she should follow Jamie or check to see if Dougal had taken the men upstairs.

“Alright, but I don’t smoke” she said conspiratorially with a small smile for the young woman.

“Really? Why ever not? Just because the men don’t like it doesn’t mean they get a say, now does it?” Lilly took Claire’s hand and led her to the back porch.

It was cool, shaded and screened in. Several comfy fan backed white wicker chairs with plush floral cushions surrounded a mahogany coffee table that had a glass top, under which were ticket stubs to several movies and playbills from local theaters arranged artfully. Large ferns, spider plants and orchids in brass holders were placed every few feet.

“This is lovely, I hadn’t noticed when I went to the garden earlier.” Claire said, enjoying the oasis sensation. She listened as Lilly rambled on, gossiping about some of the people she worked with at Warner’s Brothers Studio. The meal, the day, the night before and the improbability of her situation were combining to make her feel as if she could sleep for a week, and be glad for it. However, she had plans for Jamie, and that was enough to make her sit up a bit straighter and try to engage with the conversation.

Thirty minutes later she yawned and said “If you don’t mind, I think I’ll take a stroll around the yard Lilly. I have some things I need to take care of before I can finally have a soak in the tub upstairs.” She left before Lilly could object. Maybe a bit rude that, but she needed the stretch of her legs and back it would provide. All the danger, walking, horseback riding, emotional upheaval of the wedding, and amorous adventures of the past week were enough to make her feel positively bruised and stiff.

She took a circuit to the front porch, noting that Dougal had joined them. The men stopped talking as she came up the steps. She must have spent longer on the back porch then she thought because it was obvious that Murtagh, Angus and Dougal had already showered. They all looked slightly abashed and flushed when they saw her, but said nothing.

“Ah, good, you’re all done then. I am longing for that tub. Jamie a word please?” she said after smiling her brightest smile at all the men and heading inside.

“She is lovely James.” Colman said in appreciation.

“Aye, my wife is that.” Jamie said, stopping by the open screen door and smiling in at Claire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She waited for him at the bottom of the steps. His heart was starting to thump a bit harder and his breathing was speeding up as well. His mouth suddenly felt completely dry and he licked his lips as he crossed to her.

“Time for your shower and my bath. Then, well then, it will be time for bed if you are anywhere near as tired as I am.”

He felt almost shy with her standing there, smiling softly at him. He couldn’t think what to say in response, something that happened to him all too frequently around her. It was as if he were a daftie half the time he was near her.  

“Aye, weel, as you say Sassenach. Do ye need me to come up with ye now?” he hoped with every beat of his heart that she did.

“Well, in all honesty, I was hoping you would give me about thirty minutes in the bathroom alone. I just wanted to tell you to go ahead and come in after that. Do be quiet about it however. I don’t think we would get much of a protest out of Rhea if she knew we were in there together, but you never know. Why don’t you grab a newspaper or a book from the den and bring it upstairs to our bedroom after you let the men know we are calling it a night. You probably should tell them they need to go to bed as well. It will be a very early start tomorrow. I need to see Rhea before I head up, but I’ll be in there in about five minutes.”

He tucked her curls behind her ears and bent and kissed her forehead gently. “Thirty-five minutes then mo nighean donn. Ye ken I’ll be counting every second aye?” he felt his mouth quirk upwards when he saw her blush prettily.

“Aye I do.” She grinned back and walked off to find Rhea.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Claire wanted to know if Rhea had some bubble bath and a robe she could borrow. She’d forgotten so many things today, it was a bit infuriating. She found her in her parlor, listening to symphonic music on the radio.

“Oh sure Pet. My bedroom’s on the next floor at the end of the hallway towards the front. Several things at the top of the closet you could probably use. I used to be about your size, shorter of course, no idea why I save ‘em, nostalgia I suppose. Bubble bath and the stuff to clean the tub is already up in your bathroom. See you in the morning bright an early.” Rhea dismissed her with a warm smile.

Claire found a long blue silk robe, patterned with cranes and swallows in an oriental design, along with some rather racy undergarments in the thinnest white satin she had ever seen. They were edged with three inches of very fine lace. There was also a jacket style peignoir set in beige silk, collared and hemmed with rose feathers. Well that out to do nicely, she thought, taking all the items and quickly heading to her bedroom. Thankfully Jamie wasn’t there as she put all but the robe away in a drawer and took up their things for the bathroom.

She’d found candles in the nightstand earlier and had picked several sprigs of fragrant purple lilac clusters from the back garden along with a handful of honeysuckle before dinner in preparation for this precious time alone. She closed the door behind her, put out their towels, a washcloth in the shower, one by the clawfoot bathtub along with a safety razor and extra blade, her shampoo and conditioner. She found the bubble bath on the shelves next to the large shower and lit the three white taper candles, being careful with their placement. She stripped off all her clothes quickly and hung them near the shower to steam a bit there.

Nearly a religious experience taking a long soak and she felt tears spring to her eyes as she filled the tub. The soapy aroma of the bubbles blended with the heady scents of the flowers she laid on the rug next to the tub. They were the most calming things she had smelled in months. The tears fell freely as she unwrapped a fresh bar of Lux soap and carefully placed a toe in the water.

Bliss, was the only word she had. She spent five minutes just soaking with her eyes closed but realized that shaving and washing her hair were going to take up too much time if she wanted to be ready when Jamie finally came in. It amused her to think of what he might say to bare legs and oxters, something she was reasonably sure he had never seen. She hadn’t even taken up shaving until the war, when American Nurses had assured her it was all the rage and she hadn’t really missed it these past months but now that she could, she would.

She washed and conditioned her hair before letting all the water out and refilling the tub, placing the flowers in the water with her but no more bubbles were needed. The candles glowed hazily from near the shower, sink and end of the bathtub and she felt nearly hypnotized by them, the buoyancy, comfort and warmth.  

Jamie came in quietly, closing the door behind him. He leaned back against her robe, she’d hung from a copper hook on it, and appeared not to know what to do next.

Claire laughed softly and told him to lock the door by sliding the bolt that was placed just above the handle. She stood up slowly and stepped out of the very warm water.

“Go ahead and undress Jamie. Do you want to shower or take a bath?”

The look on his face was enough to start her pulse racing. He was enchanted with her and the room, but there was a hunger in his eyes that nearly took her breath away. A slow smile spread across his wide full mouth and he stepped across the few feet separating them.

He lifted a finger to her nipple to catch a drop of water suspended there on his nail. He didn’t speak, just began unbuttoning his shirt in a careful manner. She pointed to the water in the bathtub saying, a bit breathlessly, “It’s quite large enough to fit us both you know, but the shower would likely be easier.”

She’d never done this with Frank. It hadn’t even occurred to her to ask it of him. One of the great blessings of carnal life with Jamie was that she had no reason for ever feeling a moment of shame. He would not have understood it if she had, nor would he have let her.

He removed the rest of his clothing while staring at her, letting it all drop to floor, and she took his hand and led him to the shower. Reaching in to turn on the taps, she felt his large hands come to rest on her waist from behind. He took her earlobe in his teeth and murmured lowly.

“You smell lovely mo chridhe, and your hair shines so, all ringlets, verra bonny.” Evidently quite moved if the thickening of his accent were the indicator.

She felt the warmth of him moments before she felt his wide chest press against her back and knew that she had done the right thing having him here by the firmness pressing lower down her spine. She was so happy to share this joy with him, it suffused her with another level of wet heat and she longed to take him deep.

She stepped into the shower and beckoned. “Let me wash your back Husband, while you experience a hot shower for the first time.”

“Tis like a heated waterfall with a water nymph behind me teasin’.” He laughed and turned around to face her, catching both her hands and pulling her into him hard. The water flowed over them both as they kissed with all the pent-up passion of the last twenty-four hours. It was the longest they’d gone yet without satisfying each other.

TO BE CONTINUED

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