On Thursday 17 November, the Year 2022 this UK Album Chart Battle will go down in fandom history as when we combined our forces to fight Bruce of New Jersey ...

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Video 📹 clip from BAFTA Scotland Awards livestream 20 November 2022

@fateliveswithin tells us Jack Lowden has thrown his weight behind the bid to save the Edinburgh Filmhouse. When accepting the Actor Film award on the 2022 BAFTA Scotland stage, Jack made a plea to the captive crowd gathered in Glasgow.

Remember… Edinburgh needs your help… we’re either in this together, or we’re not… There’s links everywhere… please give some money as you’re in this room tonight… And, honestly, if I catch anybody instagramming a picture with somebody from Outlander without first of all going to one of the links… — Jack Lowden

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What video?? I saw the pics from the ny airport, but there is video too? From papwalkers or fans?

It was in a daily mail article that nobody even knew about or cared enough to read but hld posted it on their media account because they’re pieces of shit. It was a very uncomfortable video, Joni and another security guard were telling the pap to fuck off and to be respectful and leave Louis alone. Thankfully he wasn’t close to them and Joni stayed in front of Louis to try and block him but Louis was very clearly in pain, uncomfortable and probably a little scared he’d be jostled by someone so he was walking very slow. The video should’ve never been taken but hld should have never posted it but I can’t say I’m surprised they did.

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So who remembers that it was Pearl who got king ren’s entire armor set after the final battle? Meeeee

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Perhaps spoils of war would be the best way to put it. Some hermits had taken bits from the walls of the vault, in place of their diamonds. Some had bits of the armor Grian had given them for the fight. Pearl, however, had somehow acquired the entire set of the king’s enchanted netherite armor. Helmet, chestplate, leggings, boots. She’d seen them on the floor when Ren had been slayed, picked them up while everyone was distracted. No one had questioned where it had gone, no one asked after it in the following days. It was, for all intensive purposes, hers to do with as she pleased.

She had put it on in the final battle room, and instantly felt a wave of heaviness wash over her. She was used to netherite armor, but this was different. It was as if she was wearing the literal skin of the king over her clothes. She kept quiet, the feeling of this armor invading every pore. She should have taken it off, as she saw the empty vault and flew with the soup group back to their bases. She should have cast it into the lava and watched it despawn. But instead she kept it on, because she was curious. And it felt like a stubborn victory- the king would not take her over, just like he had failed to take over the server.

It was her reflection in the mirror that scared her. The person in the mirror wasn’t really her. Her reflection shimmered before her eyes, eyes of red and a long, jagged scar down on eye. The Pearl in the mirror was grinning, almost baring her teeth. She’d been called a demoness once, by an enemy. She could take him down. She could take them all down. The old king had been weak, succumbed to lust. But the new king would not fall for such silly things as money and adoration.

Pearl wasn’t sure how long she stood in front of that mirror. But she came to, at some point, tearing her eyes away from the mirror and taking off the helmet without a word. Her whole body hurt, and the sun was coming up through the window. She removed each part of the armor; it was a slow process, but with each bit removed, she felt lighter. And when it was all laying on her couch, she glanced into the mirror and saw not a deadly king, but just a girl. She gathered up the armor in a bag and flew over to her trash shop. She put it on display, but put an outrageous price no hermit could ever afford.

The woman in the mirror from before made her shiver. She had never seen what she looked like in double life, distinctly remembered avoiding all reflections so she couldn’t see how far she’d fallen. But if that was how she had been, perhaps Ren’s damning calls of “demoness” weren’t too far off.

No matter. She stood in front of her shop, breathing in the cool morning air. The armor was safe. No one would ever touch it again. Hopefully.

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