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OUTLANDER | 8.10 And The World Was All Around Us
Just so stories: role reversal
What would you think of a therapist suddenly posting a lengthy, personal, borderline exhibitionist testimony about grief on her socials? And, which is more, a testimony that would include her underaged daughter?
Beyond being somewhat moved - but also feeling somewhat uneasy -, would you consider booking an appointment?
You'd sometimes have to ask yourself if this fandom has not become that woman's own, collective therapist, in a very strange role reversal.
How professional of her. I am impressed.
I know that grief is a personal experience. However, I will never consider the way some people deal—or, in reality, fail to deal—with grief to be truly healthy. Treating the deceased as if they never existed, seeking someone to replace the one who passed away and attempting to mold that person into the one who is gone—by recreating poses or photos with them, or even by absenting oneself from memorial events—is not a healthy way to experience grief. From a mental health perspective, the best way to navigate grief is to truly face all of its stages, rather than running away from it. It baffles me that someone working in the field of mental health therapy would act as though grief were something to be tucked away in a box and taken out only when convenient. If you cannot face your own challenges and difficulties, how can you possibly help others on this journey?
And what I'm still trying to understand is why that child would be grieving if her father is alive! She really pushed it too far with that charade.
Girl with a hustle part 2
So many knickers will be in a twisted knot
I’m here for it.
The real rumble in the jungle will be between Ms Sassenach Historian and Ms Healing with animals.
Ms Sassenach Historian leaning into Sam ☑️
Having photos taken with Sam at event ☑️
Touching Sam ☑️
Clearly being involved with Galloway Distillery ☑️
Take a 🙇🏻♀️ Haley Beaupre.
Ladies it’s been a minute 👋🏻 😊
The jump to the other side, press with access, is impressive. Sony and Parade magazine recognising her SM reach to a predominantly younger demographic is clear.
The generational misogyny is clear as day.
I’ve just read the many negative, hostile and outright misogynistic comments about Haley. One which displayed an irony deficiency 😆 “ I witnessed her hanging around the pub in SuA. Definitely gave off stalker vibes…”.
Lol - this from the woman who attended multiple performances. For what? Science?
Add in the many who have attended multiple cons, book events, public appearances all with the singular purpose to get close to Sam and get his attention.
Is that not a different type of stalking? Apparently it’s acceptable because it’s fanning on steroids.
The lateral hostility of these older women who direct their frustration towards the young woman never fails to amaze me. One who experienced similar hostility was Ashley Hearne. Of course once she left her role there was a white washing of opinions.
Haley’s mental health challenges have been used as weapons. I mean WTAF.
What this fandom of predominately older women can’t stand is a young attractive intelligent woman being in close proximity to Sam, finding a niche, working it to her advantage and then succeeding.
Timeline cleanse
Dua Lipa and Callum Turner married at the divine Old Marylebone Town Hall.
Fun fact they met and discovered they were reading the same book, Trust by Hernán Diaz.
Callum then quipped “so we’re on the same page”
"We sat next to each other and realised we were reading the same book, which is crazy. It's called Trust [by Hernán Díaz] and I had just finished the first chapter and I told her and she looked at me and said, 'I just finished the first chapter too.' I said, 'So we're on the same page.
- Callum Turner on meeting Dua Lipa
I hope Callum is the new Bond.
Dua wearing a gorgeous Schiaparelli suit and serpent necklace.
Classic and stunning
Dua’s podcast is fantastic.
The last few days around here haven’t been easy, not only because of what’s been surfacing, but mostly because the response time keeps getting shorter. It’s starting to feel like Tumblr isn’t just being checked occasionally. It’s being monitored constantly, and dare I say, even obsessively.
I don’t like diagnosing people, especially when we don’t actually know them and we’re piecing things together from fragments online. But what’s happening here isn’t normal or reasonable. Yes, this corner of the fandom is far from rainbows and butterflies. It’s critical by nature, and when you enter Sam’s orbit, people will scrutinize and background-check. That’s just reality, whether we like it or not.
But someone who feels secure in herself and in her relationship wouldn’t work this hard to convince strangers on the internet who she is and what this is.
What’s more upsetting is that in order to do that, she’s using a page that’s meant to be professional and therapeutic, and I find it incredibly unethical. In mental health work, the baseline is maintaining a neutral, safe space for clients. A blank slate. You’re not supposed to turn a work page into a personal diary. Sharing personal history, struggles, and family details like this isn’t relatable, it’s inappropriate. Clients don’t need that.
None of this is exactly surprising. From day one, it was obvious this account was meant to act as a pipeline for the narrative, and she keeps proving that over and over.
Because I feel like this has reached a bad place, maybe even a loss of control, and the escalation is starting to genuinely worry me, I want to shift the focus back to the main person responsible.
We love Sam. That’s why most of us are here, aside from the few who seem to enjoy hating him. And because we love him, we excuse a lot. We minimize his power, inflate his innocence, and blame Alex, Jennifer Allen, Starz, Steph, as if everyone is manipulating him and he’s just stumbled into this mess.
He hasn’t.
He’s a grown man with multiple businesses and a functioning brain. He isn’t a helpless kid. Whatever this arrangement is with Steph, the exploitation of grief, the inexcusable exposure of a child, all of it ultimately sits with him. He feeds the narrative. He likes, comments, tags, posts stories that hint at the connection. And Caitriona isn’t naive either. It’s not nothing that right after the post that shook this place, she chose to follow Steph’s “professional” account and like every post.
I’m worried we’re moving from entertainment and fun fandom gossip into something darker, something that could affect the lives of people who didn’t choose to be part of this. I’m not the morality police, and I’ve participated in the circus too, partly for entertainment and partly to call out what’s under the surface. But I want to raise a warning flag here.
This is not a normal situation.
There’s something I’d like to post to put a certain post from today into perspective for all of us over on this side. Grief is very hard, it affects everyone differently yes, but I can’t help feeling young children experience it even more impactful than us adults. So today’s post by a certain person made me quite angry. Firstly that account is for business, and specifically healing with animals. Not for sharing your daughter’s grief for likes and sympathy. I also can’t help but feel the timing quite predictable. When Sam attended an event seemingly without her or at least her not being “seen” and fans feeling happy, celebrating and enjoying it, she felt the need to post, I think, purely to remind people she’s here and exists. So last Sunday she was posting Sam’s sunglasses on a dog on said business account, and this Sunday she’s posting grief about her late husband and using his song (and her daughter) right after it’s been discussed here a lot this week the timeline, how she erased her husband and how quickly she moved on. Interesting right. Predictable.
Well something I wanted to put into perspective for you all.
She says in her post “After a particularly hard day last year, where grief seemed to come back in the form of a tsunami, I reminded my daughter that she can always ask for signs from people (and animals) that have passed on... the next day, while walking home from the beach, she stopped by a small patch of clovers and asked for a four leafed clover as a sign”
Sounds like a tough time for this poor child, thing is maybe she forgets she went public on Nov 9 for us to see her posts. She posted when her daughter found that clover which was Nov 16 (stories were saved with the date in the file name)
She then kicked everyone out on Nov 17.
After her daughter was struggling and they had such a lovely moment I’d like to remind everyone she proceeded to leave her daughter in Ireland and was in SUA on Nov 22 hanging at the pub with Sam and Sofia (you can go back check dates on bcac’s account)
Attended the Harley expo with Sam as she posted and stories were leaked on Nov 23 (I’m not posting hers)
Stayed past the weekend to hang around while Sam worked and then was spotted with Cait and Tony on Nov 25 (again not posting her) and was in attendance on Nov 26 for the Sir Ian and Dame Judy evening.
So 5 days after witnessing her young daughter having a tsunami of grief she left her behind in Ireland for AT LEAST 6 days.
I am appalled by her bullshit games, her manipulation to look like some higher power of knowledge of ANYTHING when she’s now admitted that her daughter was suffering with grief and she was just too busy to stick around and be with her in that time.
I won’t write more as it makes me sick and I may say something I shouldn’t. To all the women who go to her account and praise her strength and thank her, take a hard look at yourself.
Head straight to Glasgow. Don’t go via "Galloway". Do not collect 200£. Extended versions: Wipe off the dirt, get dressed in your suit and attach the alcohol-themed pin. The driver is already waiting to head to Edinburgh so the (fan) folks there can get their hands on some of the booze. With the help of old (work) friends.
Different day, same shit.
Repeating patterns, in every way.
And geotags are the cheapest part of an innuendo. Its just one tip with a finger to make a tag. And there are no travel expenses involved.
No matter what happens tonight, I’ve made my views on this “relationship” pretty clear more than once, and every day that passes only sharpens them.
Trust your instincts. Trust the Sam you knew before he became a salesman first. Trust your eyes, what they’re seeing and what they aren’t seeing. Trust the patterns.
And a small note to Sam: if every corner of the fandom is dreading the sight of your “girlfriend,” that’s probably worth reflecting on.
*Yesteryear*
and why this is not off- topic
When I read the synopsis for *Yesteryear*, I assumed the book’s focus was "merely" the "tradwife" trend, and I also anticipated a plot involving time travel (silly me🙃). But what I actually discovered while reading this story was a raw and profound analysis of online versus offline personas.
The protagonist, Natalie—much like countless others who make a living (or attempt to) off their online image—takes you on a journey through the nuances of these two distinct worlds she inhabits. And during this literary voyage, you will inevitably pause to ask yourself: "Where have I seen this before?" "Is my online persona truly the same as my offline self?" "Is this online figure still a human being, or have they become nothing more than a product?"
As the book progresses, a crucial question emerges: What becomes of the mental health of someone living a double life?
Before the advent of the Internet, living a double life meant doing double the work. Today, thanks to filters, hashtags, and specialized agencies, it has become remarkably easy. Often, all it takes is a smartphone and an Internet connection to craft a narrative—an entirely different life. A few catchy captions, a flattering camera angle, and the "offline" persona’s terrible day are instantly transformed into the "online" persona’s picture-perfect day. But how long can the human mind endure such a strain?
Another question arises: Why do people flock to follow online personalities, so easily accepting what they see as reality—something never to be questioned—as if what is presented online were the absolute, unvarnished truth?
Natalie has a husband, a brood of children, and a farm—complete with livestock, crops, and all the gruelling labour that such a lifestyle typically entails. People admire her, marvelling at how she manages to handle it all—unaware that the *offline* Natalie can not handle any of it on her own. Yet, all that assistance—every mechanism operating behind the scenes of every single post—is never revealed online. It is two worlds, two personas, two Natalies—and a thousand products and ideas being sold. At a steep price—not just for the consumers, but for Natalie herself.
As I read, all of this reminded me of the mixed signals, the words that fail to align with actions, and the half-truths we have been witnessing right here for at least a dozen years. A life filled with motivational quotes from so many who arrived and departed like comets—lines published in articles containing misleading information. It seems that truth is something uninteresting online, and everything must be part of a performance.
But the ultimate questions this book presents to us are these: Why has what you need to be online become more important than who you truly are? Have you ever considered the price you are already paying—or will eventually pay—for this?
'Another question arises: Why do people flock to follow online personalities, so easily accepting what they see as reality—something never to be questioned—as if what is presented online were the absolute, unvarnished truth?'
Because some old hags NEED the Love Story of a Century in their lives, apparently. Retold upon prompting only, endlessly retouched and severely embellished by a Mythomaniac Troll.
And because inserting the obvious mercantile, opportunistic parameter in it would upset a lot of people.
I pity those women. I really do.
I bought the book. Thank you for this.
No matter what happens tonight, I’ve made my views on this “relationship” pretty clear more than once, and every day that passes only sharpens them.
Trust your instincts. Trust the Sam you knew before he became a salesman first. Trust your eyes, what they’re seeing and what they aren’t seeing. Trust the patterns.
And a small note to Sam: if every corner of the fandom is dreading the sight of your “girlfriend,” that’s probably worth reflecting on.
I believe they already started making some pretty obvious, puerile mistakes. Not a good omen for the SQUEE cheerleaders.
Agree with you, absolutely.
IG Caitriona Balfe
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SAM AND CAITRIONA BTS S5💕💕
BTS S4💕💕
BTS S3💕💕
BTS S2💕💕
BTS S1💕💕
So many 🧾🥰
Talking to people, talking to each other, reading their script, whatever, but this intimacy of touch is only between lovers 💋❤️