Quem aqui ama Jamie Fraser? 🦋
❝— Ah, sim, Sassenach — respondeu ele, um pouco melancolicamente. — Eu sou seu senhor... e você é minha senhora. Parece que não posso possuir sua alma sem perder a minha.❞ #Outlander#JamieFraser#ClaireFraser
Ok, I wonder how many coherent thoughts I can dredge up about Outlander. Just to be the side of safe, just prepare for spoilers. Cus Imma ramble and not edit much.
First, these books were sotting on my shelf for nearly 2 years before I was brave enough to start. I don't think I was at all aware of the page counts. I love me big books, but I was very daunted by the prospect of reading them as a marathon as I tend to do with series.
Anyways, this damn book. How is your heart supposed to survive this shit? Go to Hell Jack Randall. And ho shit, his portrayal in the Starz series. The episode "Both Sides Now" wrecked me. That damn calm sick fuckery naration just sitting casual with those small moments of just sucking on his teeth all cringy and shit. Like, ok, I hate the fucker, but Tobias, holy fuck. Yes, perfection in the role because I hated and was creeped out by every fuckin moment.
So yes, the epicness and the romance and the period was all well and delightful, but that damn ending had me with nightmares that not even Soulless could hold back. So I didn't pick up Dragonfly immediately. I didn't want to start anything new really because I was determined but reallt scared to continue the series.
And then when I did get to Dragonfly, Hello rape scenes or threats of rape every other fuckin chapter. Fuck. That. Shit. And now I'm in Drums. Chapter 45. FUCK. THIS. SHIT! I'm so mad that I can't kill fictional charaters. I would love it that these shit fucks should die soon. And while her mom is maybe trying to be supportive and maybe not so reactionary, uhhhh, I want the surrounding characters to be outraged instead of shruggles. So. Fucking. Pissed.
And there are my not so coherent rants about how Outlander has been a struggle.
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Totes les peces tenen el seu què, per petit que sigui. Però és que l'anell que us ensenyo avui és top dels tops.
Quan la @carolinaforessanchez m'ho va explicar tot i tot el que hi havia darrera, va colpir moltíssim i per mi va ser tot un repte. Havia de fer l'anell que porta la protagonista de #Outlander : la #Claire . No sé si heu vist la sèrie (Netflix) però on es parlar d'aquest anell és al capítol 7.
Per tots els missatges rebuts, crec que en puc està molt contenta. A tu, @lauraroigg, espero que siguis molt feliç i que estiguis contenta amb el teu anell Claire.
Si teniu ganes de tenir joies de les vostres sèries o pelis preferides, pregunteu! Estaré encantadíssima de llegir-vos!
“God, I hate boats!”
With this heart-felt valediction ringing in my ears, we swung slowly out into the waters of Wilmington harbor.
Two days of purchases and preparations found us now bound for Cross Creek. With money from the sale of the ruby in hand, there had been no need to sell the horses; Duncan had been sent with the wagon and the heavier goods, with Myers aboard to guide him, the rest of us to take a quicker, more comfortable passage with Captain Freeman, aboard the Sally Ann.
A craft of singular and indescribable type, the Sally Ann was square-beamed, long, low-sided, and blunt-prowed. She boasted a tiny cabin that measured roughly six feet square, leaving a scant two feet on either side for passage, and a somewhat greater area of deck fore and aft, this now partially obscured by bundles, bags and barrels.
With a single sail mounted on a mast and boom above the cabin, the Sally Ann looked from a distance like a crab on a shingle, waving a flag of truce. The peaty brown waters of the Cape Fear lapped a scant four inches below the rail, and the boards of the bottom were perpetually damp with slow leakage.
Still, I was happy. Cramped conditions or no, it was good to be on the water, away — if only temporarily— from the Governor’s siren song.
Jamie wasn’t happy. He did indeed hate boats, with a profound and undying passion, and suffered from a seasickness so acute that watching the swirl of water in a glass could turn him green.
“It’s dead calm,” I observed. “Maybe you won’t be sick.”
Jamie squinted suspiciously at the chocolate-brown water around us, then clamped his eyes shut as the wake from another boat struck Sally Ann broadside, rocking her violently.
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Claire doctors a one-nipped survivor of Culloden, Jamie learns more of that Battle, Roger is dubbed “Captain,” and we meet The Bugs 😆
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