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The Frasers being soulmate goals

I thoroughly enjoyed season 6. Wouldn’t say it’s the best or my favorite but I think it was definitely better than the previous two seasons. What are your thoughts on the season overall or just this episode?

I thought Sam and Catriona’s performance was a lot better here than in the last episode. Some of y’all had some really well thought-out criticisms on my last post. What do y’all think?

Some Outlander 6x07 pics!!

Via farfarawaysite.com

“What advice does the cast have for Marsali and Fergus as they head to New Bern?”

Ah glad Outlander hasn’t completely forgot about them…I really hope they show up again at least for the last episode. They didn’t even include them in the family photo…again :(

Catriona’s best performance yet!! Still shocked after today’s episode.

Outlander 06x06 promo pics!!

OUTLANDER SEASON 7 IS IN PRODUCTION!!

Happy World Outlander Day!!

Sneak peak of season 7 but where’s Fergus and Marsali??

Escape. It would be that. Escape to when, though? And how? The words of Geilie’s spell chanted in his mind. Garnets rest in love about my neck; I will be faithful.

Faithful. To try that avenue of escape was to abandon Brianna. And hasn’t she abandoned you?

“No, I’m damned if she has!” he whispered to himself. There was some reason for what she’d done, he knew it. She’s found her parents; she’ll be safe enough. “And for this reason, a woman shall leave her parents, and cleave to

her husband.” Safety wasn’t what mattered; love was. If he’d cared for safety, he wouldn’t have crossed that desperate void to begin with.

His hands were sweating; he could feel the damp grain of the rough cloth under his fingers, and his torn fingertips burned and throbbed. He took one more step toward the split in the cliff face, his eyes fixed on the pitch-black inside. If he didn’t step inside…there were only two things to do. Go back to the suffocating grip of the rhododendrons, or try to scale the cliff before him.

He tilted his head back to gauge its height. A face was looking down at him, featureless in the dark, silhouetted against the moon-bright sky. He hadn’t time to move or think before the rope noose settled gently over his head and tightened, pressing his arms against his body.

The humans have held fascination with circles, attributing meaning where they are found from the eternal rotation of the planets around the sun, to move the clock hands, to a simple wedding band.I know full well just how to circle can affect one’s life or death…

Heads you live, and tails you die. A fair chance, would yez say, MacKenzie?”

“For them?”

“For you.”

The soft Irish voice was as unemphatic as it might be were it making observations of the weather.

As in a dream, Roger felt the weight of the shilling drop once more into his hands. He heard the suck and hiss of the

water on the hull, the blowing of the whales—and the suck and hiss of Bonnet’s breath as he drew on his cigar. Seven whales the fill of a Cirein Croin.

“A fair chance,” Bonnet said. “Luck was with you before, MacKenzie. See will Danu come for you again—or will it be the Soul-Eater this time?”

The fog had closed over the deck. There was nothing visible save the glowing coal of Bonnet’s cigar, a burning cyclops in the mist. The man might be a devil indeed, one eye closed to human misery, one eye open to the dark. And here Roger stood quite literally between the devil and the deep blue sea, with his fate shining silver in the palm of his hand.

“It is my life; I’ll make the call,” he said, and was surprised to hear his voice calm and steady. “Tails—tails is mine.” He threw, and caught, clapped his one hand hard against the back of the other, trapped the coin and its unknown sentence.

He closed his eyes and thought just once of Brianna. I’m sorry, he said silently to her, and lifted his hand.

A warm breath passed over his skin, and then he felt a spot of coolness on the back of his hand as the coin was picked up, but he didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes.

It was some time before he realized that he stood alone.

#Outlander #Brianna #Roger #CraighNaDun

“Such a mother, such a daughter” … the gifts are always inherited and the blood ties are never broken …

Throbbing the new episode #DownTheRabbitHole

‪The horrible thing was that she knew herself it was foolish to wait. Of all the things she had been trying not to think of for weeks, this was the worst—and here it was, rising up in her mind like the shadow of a dead tree, stark against snow.‬

‪If. If they came back—if, if, IF. ‬

‪Or none of them would come back at all. I will bring him home to you—or I will not come home myself. And she would live here alone forever, drowned in the waves of her own guilt, her body bobbing in the swirl of good intentions, anchored by a rotting umbilical cord to the child whose dead weight had pulled her under.‬..

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