#rls kidnapped

[chiropteracupola]

The most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it's you, and that you're standing in the doorway.

[rangerpippin]

spock and uhura performing a parody of "Charlie Is My Darling"?? as in famous Jacobite air "Charlie Is My Darling", referenced by Alan Breck Stewart in Robert Louis Stevenson's Kidnapped?

[ratuszarsenal]

the new importance of being earnest was incredible but also the quickchange bit when Ncuti Gatwa came onstage gallavanting in a kilt put me upon the sombre thought that we haven't had alan breck stewart on stage in much too long

[ghostiaeu]

They're canon chat trust me

[stilettomafiosas]

(2024) I read kidnapped last summer and liked it a lot

[lurking-latinist]

Remember when we did Kidnapped Weekly and I tried to find all the songs mentioned in Kidnapped! and Catriona? Well, I put them all together into a playlist on Spotify (except the tune Stevenson gives for "Alan's Air," which I don't know of having been recorded professionally):

[pyshechkapushkova]

I get a smile on my face every time I see these musicians in the background

[tgarnsl]

'queer happenings at the house of shaws,' eh? do tell us about them?

outsider pov on davie and alan's relationship:

In June of that following year, 1763, a stranger came calling to the house. He proclaimed himself a Mr Thompson of Aberdeen, but the clothes on his back were of the French fashion, and the sword at his side looked very fine indeed — fine enough to be an officer’s. Yet the tongue in his head spoke Scots, albeit with the softer tones of the Highlands, and even Eppie, who knew little, could only conclude he belonged — at least in part — to that unhappy band of rebels and outlaws who had fled the country after their disgrace at Culloden almost twenty years before. Mr Thompson was a small man, not unpleasing to look at, though he must have been near on forty, judging by the silver in his dark curls. His countenance was open and fair, in spite of the deep pockmarks in his cheeks, but his unusually pale eyes never ceased in their darting, and there was something about his manner that put Eppie in mind of a fox waiting to pounce. He smiled winsomely at Eppie and the other maids, swept off his hat and kissed Mrs Bell’s hand with such enthusiasm that she squealed, and clapped Master Balfour on the shoulder with such force it almost toppled him. But Balfour’s smile was so wide as to be almost daft, and Eppie wondered at it for quite some time, for she’d never before seen him smile like that at anyone.