“No two people experience physical pain in the same way, perhaps the same is true for emotional pain but our collective love of Fergus was reflected in the agony of our shared loss.”
Outlander | 8x07 - Evidence of Things Not Seen
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“No two people experience physical pain in the same way, perhaps the same is true for emotional pain but our collective love of Fergus was reflected in the agony of our shared loss.”
Outlander | 8x07 - Evidence of Things Not Seen
-Tha gradh agam ort, mo chridhe. -Tha gradh agam ort.
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The Tale of Paris
He’s signing photos, sharpie in hand,
The famous face in a distant land.
But look at her story—an angled view,
"Paris is lovely!" she posts (me too?).
She frames the baguette and the scenic blur,
Praying the fans know he’s with her.
A cryptic wrist in a blurry frame,
She dare not type his brand-name name.
He talks of craft, of the scripts he reads,
Never mentioning her, or her desperate needs.
If he had his way, she’d be under the bed,
Or better yet, invisible, inside of her head.
But the fan-cons scream, "He is alone!"
So she stands by a café, her face on her phone,
"Just enjoying the culture!" she tries to assert,
While hiding the pain and the silent hurt.
A whisper, a shadow, a ghost in the night,
Fighting to be known on the daylight.
🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
If even after the Parade in NYC anyone still doubted that all of this is staged, after this there should be no doubt left.
The Last Season Poem
Oh, tune your screens to the final, fatal season,
Where plotlines go to die, devoid of rhyme or reason.
We waited years, bought the merch, and read the lore,
But showrunners clearly thought it all a bore.
They threw the books into the fire, a bright and burning pyre,
And gave us lazy, nonsensical, manufactured fire.
They killed off Fergus! (Just to show they’re "edgy"),
While in the books, he’s thriving, safe, and steady.
Yet Faith—dead for seasons—is suddenly back,
Resurrected from the grave, a plot hole quite opaque.
Our leading lady, the hero of the tale,
Got three lines this season, destined just to fail.
When asked for source material, the writers clearly scoffed,
And took a drunken, plot-destroying, creative-freedom loft.
And oh, the final book? It hasn't even dropped!
But they just made it up! The logic has now stopped.
I stopped hoping for a coherent ending when they killed Fergus🙄. What comforts me is the fact that I'm a book reader and can still hope for an ending that makes some sense.
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I get lost in those glances...
There are so many moments that deserve more attention from the premiere. IMHO, this is one of them. The way Alex drops his smile the second she turns her head speaks louder than a 1,000 words.
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