This conversation (of which I have only included Amanda’s commentarty) via Facebook made my evening, and I’d like to share it. Here is why Amanda is my favorite person:
i’m watching outlander
to see what it’s all about
so far the credits have featured dancing pagan girls in white, deer, and hands grabbing onto sheets
so i think i’m gonna be into it
i’ll let you know what i think
also. so far outlander has featured cunnilingus in a ruined castle, cute 1940s coats and tea leaf reading. and i’m just 20 minutes in!
also, palm reading
i’m just gonna keep you posted
also, samhain is happening
her husband just said that if she cheated on him during the war, no judgement he loves her no matter what
then they do it and they’re cuddling afterwards and he’s all “let’s go to the rock circle on the hill, i hear people still practice stuff there!”
who knew my life goals were all in this silly romance novel the whole time!
pagan ladies in white having a dance party with paper lanterns at the rock circle!
to an enya-styles dance track
“my husband’s new hobby is geneology, and my new hobby is herbology!”
let me get out of this old fashioned car in my ivory silk dress with a keyhole neck and oversized green tartan shawl thrown across my shoulders just so
oh our infinitely relatable heroine has been thrust back into oldentymes
everyone’s gonna rape her!
she is rescued by a scottish dude speaking jibberish at her and he knocks her out and takes her back to his village
she is introduced to a room full of burly scottish men
WHICH ONE WILL BE HER LOVER
oh
oh, it’s the only one that’s less than 50 years old
and the only one who looks like he’s taken a bath ever
and who doesn’t make jokes about raping her
quelle suprise
their introduction is her asserting herself with her knowledge of being a nurse during wwii and relocating his arm correctly while all the aforementioned burly dirty old men cringe like little girls at the task
“if you won’t walk, i shall pick you up and thrrrowgh you over muy shouldahrghhh. do you want me to do thah?” ”
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……………no!
i want a man who will wrap me in a tartan shawl as i ride with him on his horse in the middle of the night in the rain to an unknown destination, thrown me off of that horse violently, and then threaten me
in a sexy manner
with a brogue
WHAT’S GERMS say the old timey scottish people
now she’s sassing the guy because he has a bullet wound and didn’t tell nobody
looks like they have no clean cloth so she’ll just have to tear off the skiirt of her dress
to dress his wound!
oh also she grew up with her uncle who was a badass roving archaeologist
and lit his cigarettes for him and ran around in kakhi suits
this show is awesome
banta
serious question here
should i grow out my bangs
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