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FOUR SEASONS MADRID📍
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Willie and Jamie’s reunion. UGH it’s so good
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Netflix Picks Up Starz Series ‘Black Sails’ From January 2024
Netflix will be starting the New Year off strong with the news coming today that the streaming service US will be picking up multiple seasons of the Starz Original series Black Sails from January 1st, 2023.
From executive producer Michael Bay, Black Sails is the historical drama series that serves as a prequel set 20 years prior to the beloved 1883 novel Treasure Island. It ran on Starz as an Original series for four seasons across 38 episodes between 2014 and 2017.
The series scored 3 Primetime Emmy wins throughout its runtime and remains a hit among fans with it currently carrying an impressive 8.2 on IMDb. If you haven’t seen it, it’s a mix of One Piece for its slavish ships and sets mixed with the historical drama and action of The Last Kingdom.
Amongst the vast ensemble cast for the show featured Toby Stephens, Hannah New, Luke Arnold, Jessica Parker Kennedy, Tom Hopper, Toby Schmitz, and many more.
When will Black Sails be on Netflix?
Multiple seasons will be coming to Netflix US on January 1st, 2024. The exact number of seasons coming to the service hasn’t been confirmed, but we suspect it’ll be all four.
The show is expected to continue to reside on the Starz streaming service.
We haven’t found any other Netflix regions scheduled to get the show. We also checked Netflix in the UK and Canada, but they’re not expected to arrive in either. That’s not to say this couldn’t be licensed to others down the road, however.
For more on what’s coming to Netflix in the United States throughout January 2024, keep it locked here on What’s on Netflix.
Netflix in the US doesn’t have access to many Starz titles like it used to. Netflix US has previously held titles like Ash Vs. Evil Dead and Spartacus, while Netflix internationally carried Power. One significant exception is Outlander (although that’s licensed from Sony Pictures Television), with new seasons coming two years after their original air date. Season 6 of Outlander is due to release in 2024.
Source: What's On Netflix
#black sails#luke arnold#netflix#zach mcgowan#tom hoppers#jessica parker kennedy#clara paget#toby schmitz
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JED MASTERPOST
Fast on his feet with an even sharper mind, Jed worked as a cipher agent for the Galactic Empire. Under the alias Cipher Nine - he was a prodigal secret weapon for the Empire's goals. As time passed, so did the stakes. When Imperial Intelligence disbanded, Jed found himself pursuing more independent ventures, outsourcing his work to broader horizons. He garnered quite a lofty reputation.
Through his extraordinary acts, Jed rose through the ranks, becoming a leading figure in the war that later broke out between the two superpowers. He would eventually become known as the Outlander and later, The Alliance Commander and serves as my main OC, not just for SWTOR - but my artist career as a whole.
MOST OF THIS IS PULLED DIRECTLY FROM HIS TOYHOUSE, WHICH CAN BE FOUND BELOW AND IS MORE COMPREHESIVE
BIO BELOW THE CUT!
Overview:
Full Name: Jedidiah Solaris
Alias: Cipher Nine, Commander Solaris, The Outlander, "The Ginger" (belovingly by friends)
Age: 35 around Onslaught
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay, Biromantic
Mental Conditions: OCD, PTSD
Birthday: March 20th, 11 BTC
Birthplace: Sacorria, Corellian Sector
Species/Race: Human - Augmented with cybernetics
Occupation: Alliance Commander
Status: Engaged (Theron Shan)
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Design:
Height: 6'0
Weight: 168 lbs
Body Type: Athletic, inverted triangle
Eye Color: Medium Brown (right eye is a prosthetic and is red)
Cybernetics: Mostly internal but there are two peaking out from the side of his head, just above the top of his ears.
Features: High cheekbones, scar through right eyebrow, clean shaven, well groomed, handsome. Personal hygiene is a high priority.
Markings: Various scars, faint freckles in summer seasons, bruised knuckles
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Relationships:
Family: Deceased. KIA on Sacorria during the skirmish.
Love Interests: Hunter ✞ (Enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits type situationship), Theron Shan (Fiancé)
Friends/Allies: Closest friend is Lana Beniko. Additionally close with various others including Vector Hyllus, Koth Vortena, Arcann Tiral and the Them Group (OC group consisting of four of my irl friends ocs and my own sith warrior as follows: Verity Dante, Exxus Gun, LIX, and Obi-Two)
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Personality:
He is both practical and visionary as well as a staunch realist. He is imaginative and eloquent, able to problem solve and get himself and his team out of tight situations.
As a leader, he is disciplined and thorough, leaving no stone unturned. Jed is strongly independent and is opposed to authority that he doesn't respect.
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Background (pre-imp agent campaign and expacs):
As a young child, Jedidiah came from a tiny community of modest agriculturalists. For the first seven years of his life, he lived fair off. However, war struck and their little slice of the galaxy was caught in the crossfire. Jed was struck by blaster fire, directly in his right side of his skull. The wound was lethal and desperately his mother took a final stand to carry him to the Imperial outpost stationed on the planet. Because of his late uncle's contributions to the Empire, Jed was able to be taken into Imperial custody on one condition: he was never to return home again.
For the next 12 or so years, Jed was stationed on Ziost and Dromound Kaas interchangeably as he completed his initiation and mandatory military training. His superiors noticed he had a natural affinity for sneaking around in the shadows, as well as persuasion and ruthlessness. As such, at the age of just 14, he was transferred to the Imperial Intelligence division where he would begin training as an agent of the Empire.
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Other Information:
Likes:
Killing Time
Sharpshooting
Revenge
Physical Touch
Dislikes:
Sucking Up
Unwarranted violence
The Sith
Helplessness
Hobbies:
Dejarik
Target Practice
Reading
Binge watching holo-dramas
Gambling
Social Drinking
Habits: Finger flexing, Pacing
Trivia:
He is ambidextrous, and uses a variety of different weapons depending on the given scenario.
Jed is excellent with kids and animals, he gets very soft and sweet and knows just what to say to them, especially in times of distress.
His favorite color used to be navy, and he'd wear it a lot in his downtime. However, these days its the red color of Theron's jacket as seeing it always reminds Jed of him.
#star wars the old republic#swtor#imperial agent#jed solaris#oc: jed solaris#swtor art#swtor imperial agent#character template ib my mootie vexa-legacy
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💸 An early crusader for women's rights 💸
If somebody did indeed ask me whether actually I have any thoughts on yesterday’s ‘The Women of Outlander’ panel during ATX TV Festival I would say that…
… as I am completely annoyed by Caitríona’s usual blah blah about her ‘friend for life’ (i.e. her real husband) and her ‘first son’ (i.e. her third or fourth child) I allow myself to enjoy a bit of hate speech.
Let’s talk about being a working mother.
I do not hide that I am getting sick each time when Caitríona elaborates the subject and emphasizes that she is a ‘new mother’ of her ‘first child’.
I am a working mother of three. I know how difficult it is to balance your professional life with motherhood. Yup, it’s hard. The deadlines run out, your kids are getting sick and the fridge is empty. We all know that.
This is life.
And that’s where Caitríona comes in.
A women rights warrior, here to save the world.
'Balfe discussed the trials of balancing work with motherhood, filming season 6 pregnant, and season 7 with an infant. Balfe requested to shift to a four day work week for her and they were extremely accommodating to her needs as a new mother. While the days are long, she felt it provided a good balance for time with her son.'
I really cannot stand it anymore.
In her alleged fight for women's rights she forgets how privileged she is, with her high pay, frequent holidays and the famous Four Day Work Week, that she's raving about for a while.
Thanks goddess that Maril added that:
'...she wished the industry was more accommodating for working parents as their crew doesn’t have the same luxury as Balfe or Davis in requesting certain schedule changes.'
🤦🏻♀️
You know, a part of me just wants to shake her, like, ‘wake up, woman, and think about what you're saying’.
Doesn't she realize that she’s talking to the ordinary women who very often have more children than Caitríona’s official ‘one child’, who work five or six days a week, sometimes on the night shift and cannot afford to hire a nanny?
I feel sick each time when she’s said to be a ‘women's rightist’.
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Source:
[June 2, 2023]
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Classy lass
Caitríona Balfe attends Harrods Iconic Dining Hall relaunch hosted by Stanley Tucci on October 5, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for Harrods)
All the best Caitríona Balfe photos from her recent appearances at stylish events and on the red carpet
The Outlander actress and former model always looks amazing and she's a regular on the high-society scene in London, Paris and New York
Fans are currently in the midst of another 'Droughtlander' with the second half of season 7 not due to hit our screens until November.
In the meantime, however, at least we are getting to see plenty of Claire Fraser – also known as Irish actress Caitríona Balfe – as she tours the world attending glamorous and glitzy events.
The former model, 44, is often seen with famous faces such as Stella McCartney or Carey Mulligan... and of course, her Scots co-star Sam Heughan, who plays on-screen hubby Jamie Fraser. Here's a selection of the best images from the past 12 months:
Ladies who lunch
(L to R) Caitríona Balfe, Micaela Marconi and Carey Mulligan attend a special lunch to celebrate "Maestro", hosted by Charles Finch, at Maison Assouline on December 1, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for Netflix)
It’s all a blur
Caitríona Balfe attends the LOEWE FOUNDATION Studio Voltaire Award 2023 on October 10, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for LOEWE)
With the REAL husband (emphasis not Brian’s)
Caitríona Balfe and her husband Tony McGill attend the UK Special Screening after party for "Leave The World Behind" at Kettners on November 29, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/WireImage)
Razzmatazz
Caitríona Balfe attends the Charles Finch & CHANEL 2024 Pre-BAFTA Party at 5 Hertford Street on February 17, 2024 in London (Image: John Phillips/Getty Images)
Polka party
Caitríona Balfe attends the launch of Manzi's Soho, in partnership with Choose Love, on July 6, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for The Wolseley Hospitality Group)
A night at the theatre
(L to R) Caitríona Balfe, Gloria Obianyo, Tobias Menzies and Sophie Okonedo attend the press night after party for "Portia Coghlan" at The Almeida Theatre on October 17, 2023 in London (Image: Hoda Davaine/Dave Benett/Getty Images)
Vive la France!
Delphine Arnault and Caitríona Balfe at Loewe Ready To Wear Spring 2024 held at Esplanade Saint Louis on September 29, 2023 in Paris, France (Image: Swan Gallet/WWD via Getty Images)
A night on the town
Caitríona Balfe attends the private view of "Gabrielle Chanel. Fashion Manifesto" at The V&A on September 13, 2023 in London (Image: Mike Marsland/WireImage)
Cait and Stella
Caitríona Balfe and Stella McCartney attend the NET-A-PORTER x Stella McCartney cocktail party during London Fashion Week to celebrate the Stella McCartney FW23 Runway collection at The Box Soho on September 15, 2023 in London (Image: Dave Benett/Getty Images for NET-A-PORTER)
Here’s where Brian passed his 10-image limit…
With Big Sam 👨🏼👩🏻
Sam Heughan and Caitríona Balfe attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere At Tribeca Film Festival at OKX Theatre at BMCC Tribeca Performing Arts Center on June 09, 2023 in New York City (Image: Getty Images for STARZ)
New York, New York 👩🏻👨🏻
Caitríona Balfe and Zachary Quinto attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere At Tribeca Film Festival at Verōnikaon June 09, 2023 in New York City
The famous four 👩🏻👨🏼👩🏼👨🏻
Sam Heughan, Caitríona Balfe, Sophie Skelton and Richard Rankin attend Outlander Season 7 World Premiere at Tribeca Film Festival in NYC (Image: Getty Images for STARZ)
Check the link for the three missing photos:
Scottish Daily Express
Remember… only six more months of Droughtlander to go… 🙃
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Fashion#Scottish Daily Express#11 May 2024#Thanks thetruthwilloutsworld
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sophie skelton in outlander ! / by clicking here, using my directory, or following the source link, you will find one thousand, three hundred and fourteen ( 1,314 ) gifs from season four ( episodes 7 - 13 ), for a show total of 1,947. all gifs are made from scratch and should not be edited without asking first. please like and reblog if you found these helpful or plan to use them.
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The Middle Temperocene: 150 million years + 1000 years post-establishment
Reign of Fire: The Firethieves' Siege
Pale-Beard awoke with a start.
There was but the faint slosh of the crashing waves that could be heard from their den by the coast. Yet something felt not right.
It was the Longest Darktime, a time in the cold-season where the great yellow-sun never broke the horizon to bring forth the day.
So what was the golden light that glowed far away?
He gently nudged Sharpstripe awake.
"There is light. Not yellow-sun." he urged.
"It is Darktime", Sharpstripe whined, aroused from her shallow sleep. "No yellow-sun."
"Not yellow-sun!" insisted Pale-Beard. "Not right."
Sharpstripe perked up in high alert. She quickly rose and grabbed her wood-tooth.
"Stay behind. Watch pups."
Her mate Strange-Eyes, leader of the pack, and the rest of the family, were away on a hunt. Him, Switch-Eyes, and the three younger ones, all too far away. Only Sharpstripe stayed behind, to watch her two youngest pups. And Pale-Beard as well, now too frail to hunt.
It was only her to stand against whatever was out beyond.
She emerged from the den, wary as ever, inspecting the source of the glow. Was it a strike of the sky-light, that set the grass ablaze? She thought so at first.
Except the sky-light did not speak.
She heard voices, in the distance. Many of them.
Could it have been the other packs of coast-folk? She knew some of them, but these ones spoke stranger tongues she knew not.
And they were fast approaching.
"What brings here?!" she cried defiantly, toward the distant sounds, brandishing her wood-tooth. "ANSWER!"
It was a great taboo in baywulf culture to trespass upon another's land. There were many neutral 'public' territory where packs could meet amicably. This was not one such place.
"WHAT BRINGS HERE?" she repeated, with fury and fear. "ANSWER!"
But they gave no reply, nor halted their advance.
She grew ever more uneasy.
She saw them, eyes glowing in the darkness. A pair, then two. Then many. Carrying tools like wood-teeth, yet they glowed with the flame of sky-light. Their distant scent was pungent and foreign. She knew at once they were not friendly.
She had to run.
Sharpstripe fled back to the den, where the two young pups and Pale-Beard anxiously awaited her return. The pups trembled beneath their grandfather, huddling by his wizened paws as comfort.
"Run," Sharpstripe urged. "MUST."
"Why?" Pale-Beard questioned. "Danger?"
"RUN."
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"LET THE FOLD-PAW PUPS NOT GROW!" Whitesmoke cried, leading the charge.
Dozens of paws thundered across the loose sandy ground as the Firethieves, fiercest of the Outlanders, made their uninvited entry onto baywulf land. Land rich and plentiful, that could keep their people alive another snow-season.
Land kept from his kind, land they were driven from, by the Them. There will not be more like Wind-Storm. There will not be more Us lost.
Even at the cost of Them.
"There!" called a packmate. "One of Them."
A lone baywulf, a shore-people. Calling out in a strange tongue.
"One of Them. Many of Us." growled another Firethief, arrogantly.
"Chase away out! Destroy if must!" commanded Whitesmoke, as he pushed onward. Ahead, the lone shore-people lost their nerve and began to flee.
The Firethieves began to give chase.
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Sharpstripe bounded across the dry coast grass as fast as her strong paws could carry her. Yet she paused from time to time, as her companions were young and old.
Pale-Beard was seventy-four seasons old, and could not run like he used to.
Now was the worst possible time for the rest of the pack to be away on a hunt, Sharpstripe thought. She hoped, against all odds, to whatever forces governed the works of this world, that they would return soon, and fast.
She called out into the wind, into the dark twilight sky that may or may not have an answer.
A loud, eerie call heard a long way away, a call for help, that was taken with utmost seriousness. A call that pups were taught never to make unless they were in real danger.
Today was a time that warranted the call.
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"Mother." Switch-Eyes suddenly cried, in the midst of the hunt, breaking their stealth.
The grazer-beasts they stalked took notice, and began thundering away in panic. Their cover was blown and the hunt had failed.
"Switch-Eyes!" snapped Strange-Eyes irritably, until he too heard the faint, distant call, from far, far off.
He knew that voice all too well.
"Sharpstripe!" Strange-Eyes barked, abandoning the hunt and urgently retreating to the den.
The hunt could afford to fail.
This could not.
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The intruders were close by. So close that Sharpstripe could see the one that led the siege, a great pale one taller than the rest with a face streaked with white.
Pale-Beard began to falter.
"Run. Take pups." he called out, wheezing. "Leave me."
"Not leave." urged Sharpstripe.
In the wild, the weak fell behind. The slower, the older were left by the rest, left to be prey. Yet they were the story-telling hunt-beasts, unlike any other beast. They were not wild.
Not like these, the savages, the ones that brought the flame of the sky-light.
At last Pale-Beard could run no more. With the last of his strength he protectively put himself between the two young pups and the attackers.
Sharpstripe intervened, standing her ground in front of Pale-Beard and her pups. She gripped the wood-tooth tightly between her jaws, swinging it through the air, jabbing its sharp end at the intruders threateningly, in defiance. A show of resistance that at last gave the attackers pause, at least for the moment.
"You not hurt them. Will not." she growled.
To take the life of another of their kind was a ghastly crime in the eyes of the southhounds.
Yet Sharpstripe was prepared.
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"Something scared horn-herders," Brightbrow alerted.
The valley pack of highbrows were settling down for the evening--not that this meant much in the Longest Darktime, when the most they got of day was faint twilight. In thr Darktime it was merely the time the horn-herders gathered and bedded down to rest. Yet tonight they seemed uneasy.
"Do you think voiceless-ones?" questioned Hightail, running over to his sister's side. "Or hill-pack?" he mused, wondering if it could be highbrow rustlers.
"Not know. Look." was all she could reply.
The horn-herders, tame and placid at most times, now paced and grunted, agitated, sometimes irritably jabbing at one another with their horns. This was not typical of their usual behavior.
"It is Longest Darktime, not?" asked the young Shortear.
"Yes. No yellow-sun for long."
"But yellow-sun rising," Shortear insisted, facing westward where a pale yellow glow could be seen in the distance.
"How many yellow-suns?"
Brightbrow froze in place, petrified with fear, once she inspected what, for only a moment, seemed to be the rising yellow-sun-- and realized at once what it really was.
"OUTLANDERS! OUTLANDERS!" she yelped in urgent alarm, springing to her paws in an instant, running off to warn the others.
"Outlanders?" asked Shortear.
"OUTLANDERS!" Hightail cried, and from the mere tone of his brother's voice Shortear knew at once it was serious.
"Where Outlanders?" Broadpatch called.
"Wake all," urged Black-Ruff.
Brightbrow grabbed her stick, a broad, heavy staff with a tough, blunt end, and prepared for the worst. She had dealt with the Outlanders before.
And she could never forget.
But young Shortear had never met an Outlander, and she and Hightail hoped the day would never come. Yet now it had.
A pinprick of golden light in the distance became two, then three and four and more. The Outlanders had stolen the flame of the plains-folk, who cherished the gift of the sky-light.
The Outlanders plundered that gift, and defiled it.
A deep rumbling thundered across the hills as the horn-herders began to stampede in a panic. The highbrows stuck close together, back to back, wielding their staffs in anticipation of what was to come. The lights were but the torch-bearers. There were many more concealed in the darkness.
"LOOK OUT!" cried Hightail, tackling his younger brother out of the way as the frightened horn-herders narrowly missed him as they galloped in unison away from the flickering lights.
And amidst the dark and chaos, it all began.
Sounds of snarling, angry cries, as the invaders made their assault. The sounds of pain, and fear, as highbrows were beset by fierce teeth in the faint light, only to be backed by startled whimpers as the assailants were struck and beaten back by the staffs and clubs of the shepherds.
Shortear had never seen such terror before.
Not even the assault of the voiceless-ones he faced not long ago came anywhere close. Those were beasts that merely hungered. These were their folk. Better creatures, wiser creatures. Yet why did they strike out? Why did they behave as wild beasts? Did they want the horn-herders? They did not seem to be taking them.
A heavy body fell at Shortear's feet and he flinched with a yelp of terror. It was Broadpatch, his face bloodied, almost black in the faint orange light.
"Run..." was the only word he could muster, before he gave a choking cough and was still.
Shortear obeyed.
"STAY CLOSE!" called Hightail, leaping over Broadpatch's motionless body and shielding his younger brother from the onslaught. On all sides, the horn-herders milled about in terror, grunting and bleating and adding to the confusion of an already chaotic scene.
Hightail huddled over his younger brother, who peered out from beneath his wounded body, eyes wide in horror at the sight. The horn-herders parted as the wave of torch-bearers forced their way through to the front-
-and then, they saw him.
One Outlander, greater than all the rest. His eyes gleamed with a blazing fury unlike any they had seen, reflecting the light of the torch he waved in his jaws, leaving trails of embers as he brandished his fiery flag. In the orange light, they glimpsed his face: a face of death, a white shape like a bleached skull yet eyes as dark as their own, not pale like the white-eyes.
He cried out a command in a foreign tongue, and for one tense moment the Outlanders froze in their tracks, still as stones: then, within but a second, they were possessed with renewed bloodlust and threw themselves at the highbrows, ten, twenty, even more.
"ESCAPE! NOW!" howled Black-Ruff, valiantly making one final stand against the tide of assailants in the dark. He swung his staff with utmost force and heard a skull break-- but there were many more, piling onto him.
"ESCAPE!" he cried one final time.
"ESCAPE! ESCAPE!" urged Brightbrow, pushing her brothers onward.
It was a lost cause to stand their ground.
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"Let the fold-paw pups not grow," Whitesmoke crooned to himself, the mantra his father, Ashfall, had taught him.
Yet these weren't fold-paw pups.
They were pups of houndfolk.
Two of them, cowering beneath the frail legs of their elder, gazing up with frightened eyes.
For a moment, Whitesmoke hesitated.
These were but pups.
Yet he hardened his heart, and knew what he must do. They were Them. He would do it for Us. They were but pups, but only for now.
He prepared to wreak the unspeakable upon the young Thems, before they could become old, dangerous Thems, but, in the last possible instant, was halted by the chorus of howls that echoed from the distance, and were approaching fast.
Five dark figures, bounding over bearing wood-teeth. Led by one, front and center, one eye gleaming blue as the sea, the other brown as the earth.
Whitesmoke braced himself as the reinforcements gathered.
The shore-people had company.
And the sight of their wood-teeth, sharp ends darkened by grazer-beast blood, extinguished whatever fragment of compassion he felt for the pups of Them. Of what they could become, of what they could make.
Let the fold-paw pups not grow.
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Sharpstripe's ears pricked up with elation as the chorus of familiar howls came closer. At last, by utmost fortune, they had finally arrived. Strange-Eyes, Switch-Eyes, and the three younger ones, Sunbeam, Brushtail and Shade, all armed and posed to fight.
The invaders pounced: but the small cavalry was ready. Sharpstripe seized her own wood-tooth and joined the fray. For her pups. For Pale-Beard.
The wild ones paced around them, some waving torches of golden light, others skulking in darkness, striking unseen. One lunged, and Strange-Eyes hesitated not: a sharp strike, a pained yelp, and the intruder ran back, leaving a trail of dark blood on the light sand. Others came, others pounced, trying to break the morale of the pack, trying to reach Pale-Beard and his young ones--
--and mayhem ensued as, unseen, an invader that had snuck to the rear threw himself at the helpless young, but found his jaws clamp against old, sinewy flesh instead. Rotting, broken teeth gnawed feebly in retaliation, but it was scarcely enough to loose his grip.
"FATHER!" cried Strange-Eyes.
At once the pack leader was upon the Outlander, striking and spearing with his wood-tooth until the cruel jaws fell limp against the elder's nape. At the front, Brushtail protectively covered his younger siblings, unattended, while his sisters flanked him and their mother on either side.
"Leave young pups be, yi-roop!" cried Shade, cursing the invaders with the vilest of insults.
"Mother! What do?" yelped Sunbeam, unsure of her next course.
"Stand together! As pack!" urged Sharpstripe, striking another Outlander with her wood-tooth in the hip.
By now many of the Outlanders were wounded, some limped, yet, still they carried on. For the baywulves, the shore-people, were most skilled at crafting weaponry. Ones they used for grazer-beasts and sea-creatures.
But today, pierced fellow southhound flesh.
At the command of the great pale one the Outlanders circled, like flyer-beasts over carrion, then, they lunged, at once, and were swiftly fended off by a parry of wood-teeth. Pained yelps echoed on as more were wounded as the conflict dragged on, and indeed, the defenders themselves were battered and bloodied. Shade had lost part of an ear, and blood leaked down her head, Sunbeam's face was raked across by fangs and claws, Brushtail bled from a large gash that ran from shoulder to hip.
Young hunters, but eight seasons old, now marked for life by their courage.
Left and right the brave young fighters struck, new in their skill yet pushed to defend their pack. Outlanders persisted, hobbled in pain, some fell injured upon the sand as they pounced upon an enemy that was more resilient than anticipated.
Strange-Eyes tended to his father while Sharpstripe led the fight, side by side with her eldest Switch-Eyes as the Outlanders encircled the pair--
"MOTHER! NO!"
The great pale one lunged at Sharpstripe, and Switch-Eyes leapt to her defense, putting himself--and his wood-tooth-- between the assailant and his mother--
--who, in his blind fury, landed right on the sharp end of the wood-tooth with his full weight, deeper, and then deeper still.
Then it was all over.
"I...I killed him."
Switch-Eyes trembled, with horror, with guilt, as the rest of the Outlanders fell back with a terrified chorus of cries and retreated, as well as they could on bleeding paws, their murderous spirit quenched with the fall of their leader.
"I killed him," repeated Switch-Eyes, paralyzed with shock at what he had done.
He was a hunter. His wood-tooth had pierced flesh and bathed in blood before.
He was no stranger to taking life.
Yet not the life of houndfolk.
Never before.
To end life was a necessity. It was a part of nature. It just was. Yet he, in spite of being a flesh-eating hunt-beast, took no joy in taking life.
And now he was a murderer.
"You did well, what you must," reassured Sharpstripe, knowing his act in the heat of conflict was an act justified by circumstances. "We win. You win. You protect, we win," she said, comfortingly, as her eldest, a mighty warrior, now nuzzled meekly against his mother like a frightened pup.
"I killed him." Switch-Eyes repeated once more, unable to shake the words.
"He deserved. Good to die," Shade snapped bitterly, as Sunbeam nursed her wounded ear.
Strange-Eyes surveyed the damage, as he overlooked the aftermath.
The Outlanders were limping away, bearing their flickering torches and leaving trails of blood in the sand. All but one.
The great pale one lay upon the sand, the wound of a wood-tooth through his throat and deep into his chest. Silent and still as he would for eternity.
Strange-Eyes watched as his pack, his family, nuzzled and licked one another in reassurance, grooming their wounds, cleaning blood--theirs and the Outlanders--off their matted fur.
The battle had been won for the day, but at a great price.
For more than one body lay cold and still in the sand of the shore.
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"LET NONE REMAIN! LET THE FOLD-PAW PUPS NOT GROW!"
Ashfall, leader of the Firethieves, roared in fury as he goaded his pack into the siege. The highbrows were scattered and fleeing, their horn-herders gone astray, some of them fallen under the might, the unstoppable might of the Great Half-Spirit and his brotherhood--
"GREAT ASHFALL!" cried an Outlander, rushing to his side, his bloodied flanks heaving from the exertion.
"You DARE abandon?" he snapped, recognizing the individual from the other half of his force. "Your group siege the shore-folk! You are here! WHY?"
The Outlander hesitated with the grim news, dreading the wrath of the feared leader.
"Whitesmoke...dead."
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"The Outlanders...running," Brightbrow noted, looking back from a distance as she and her brothers fled north to the mountains.
The forces of the enemy had suddenly stopped with a furious cry of the pale skull-faced one. Now their forces crept back, like a receding tide, leaving behind them a ruin of a place that was once the highbrows' sanctuary.
Highbrows lay wounded, some cold, motionless. The horn-herders had fled in all directions, a few surviving highbrows bravely trying to round them up.
"We must run." Brightbrow urged. "Not like Outlander to flee. Must be trap. Might return."
"Brother hurt," pleaded Shortear.
Hightail limped, his left rear leg dangling painfully as his hip spurted blood.
"We must go," Hightail insisted, in spite of the pain.
"To where?"
"Anywhere. While we have chance."
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Amidst the smoldering glare of the dropped torches, some of which had ignited dry shore grass, a pale body lay still upon the now desolate battleground.
There, the hardest and darkest of hearts broke, its void filled with ever more hatred than ever before.
"Whitesmoke."
The sole ray of light in Ashfall's dark spirit, now extinguished and leaving but blackness.
"You say no other Wind-Storm. Now this, Wind-Storm again!"
Ashfall glanced up at the spiteful voice.
"Dungstain," snarled Ashfall with teeth bared, making it all but evident that a savage in mourning was a savage still.
"Some Half-Spirit you are," Dungstain sneered, pacing around the Outlander leader and his fallen heir. "You say, lead us to glory! No! You lead us to death!"
"You lead Whitesmoke to death!"
"SILENCE!" Ashfall snarled.
"YOU FEAR COAST-PEOPLE! YOU FEAR HERDERS! YOU FEAR THEM AND FIGHT THEM, AND THE US DIE!"
"YOU! ARE! COWARD!" hollered Dungstain, seething with rage and spite.
Had Ashfall not been held back by grief he would have thrown himself upon Dungstain, torn the traitor's throat out with his teeth, shown him no mercy for his insolence.
Yet he held back, as he knew what he had said was true.
Ashfall, the fabled Half-Spirit, had led his own son to his untimely end.
For he feared the Them too much.
Now, he had reason to make Them fear.
"Leave." Ashfall snarled at Dungstain, as he gently nuzzled Whitesmoke's lifeless forehead one final time. "I will not warn again."
Dungstain paced away, grumbling under his breath.
Ashfall was weak and foolish, he thought. Weak and foolish were no place in the Outlanders. Only the strong can belong. Ashfall was unworthy, only paraded and admired by his half-skullface heritage. But he was not a god.
Dungstain glanced back at the great leader, howling at the consequence of his own hubris. Out of earshot, he silently spoke, to himself.
"Ashfall...must fall."
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It was the Longest Darktime, in the midst of the cold-season. Here there was nary a day, yet slowly it had been coming to an end. What would have been noon was now a dull twilight, where the great yellow-sun teased beneath the horizon, lighting the sky in tantalizing yellows and oranges yet never breaking forth from the sea to spread its rays, at least not yet.
"Where now?" Shortear asked.
"Anywhere, not home." Brightbrow urged.
The three highbrows had fled northward, away from home, away from the valley. It was no longer safe.
"What about family?" cried Shortear.
Brightbrow paused, hesitantly.
"No more."
Crooked-Paw. Black-Ruff. Broadpatch.
All gone.
All that remained were scattered highbrows of the other, allied packs, which stubbornly stuck around the valley in desperation. But Brightbrow could not afford to stay.
What if the Outlanders returned?
She had warned the rest of the survivors, but they would not listen.
Alongside them, Hightail limped on three paws. His rear leg was wounded, swollen, yet defiantly he endured. They needed to escape, by all means.
Lest the Outlanders strike again.
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Pale-Beard was seventy-four seasons old.
And he had no more stories to tell.
But he had told all he could, what he needed to, to Strange-Eyes, and Switch-Eyes, and the pups.
And both the youngest pups were unharmed with his effort.
The pack had fled their den: there was no cause in staying. The Outlanders might return. Would return. They had been angered. They were now the Firethieves' enemy for a cause.
The blood of one of their leaders stained their wood-teeth.
Now, the family travelled northward, their only hope to survive.
And with them, borne along by Strange-Eyes, Switch-Eyes and Sharpstripe, Pale-Beard journeyed with them one final time.
At last, far from danger at the moment, the weary pack ceased their travel and laid him to rest, on the warm sand of the coasts he had roamed for seventy-four long seasons, where the shore met the sea, lit faintly orange by the red-sun that visited while its great yellow sibling was away. The solemn scene cast its spell, its somber atmosphere hovering over the pack as a reminder of all with a beginning having an end.
After a few silent moments, nothing audible but the gentle lapping of the waves, the humming of the breeze, the calls of the distant flyer beasts, the pack glanced back one last time, and began to move on.
"Look," Switch-Eyes said. "Storm-spirits."
Above where Pale-Beard came to rest, great flyer-beasts began to circle. Flyer-beasts, with faces like houndfolk, the heralds of the storms, began to gather.
"Come," Strange-Eyes urged, for the sky-creatures had come to return Pale-Beard to the world as was nature's course. A sight not very pleasant to see, but a part of nature, a cycle of the world's workings, that they, the story-tellers, the houndfolk, were but merely a small part of.
Sometimes nature was a thing of beauty, sometimes it was unsightly. This was the latter, and the two young pups did not need to witness it. At least not yet.
Pale-Beard will become part of the storm-spirits. And they too some day will become return to part of the world when the time came.
Their three older siblings urged them on.
Soon the flock, and Pale-Beard, were but a fading speck on the horizon as the pack of Strange-Eyes resumed their exodus.
Pale-Beard was seventy-four seasons old, and in those seasons, he had told many stories.
He was never again to tell another one.
Yet those he told stories to now tell them to others still. That was the spirit of the story-telling hunt-beast. The everlasting stories they told endured longer than their fragile flesh and bone.
And in those stories, he lived on, so long as there was someone to tell them.
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"We are lost," Shortear cried.
Many days, the three highbrows journeyed. Onto the north, where the great mountains rose. Over and through a part where they were not quite so steep and rough, where they, for now, were safe.
There were no horn-herders here. They had to make do with what small prey they could catch. But they were fast and flighty. They were built for bigger grazer-beasts.
"Where now? We are lost," Shortear repeated.
"Not lost." Brightbrow urged. "We go. Find new place. New home."
"Why not home?" asked Shortear.
"No...no more home," Hightail grunted wearily, with gritted teeth, as he limped after the two.
"Brother must stop," pleaded Shortear. And after several days of trekking through the mountains, Brightbrow was forced to agree.
Hightail's back leg had swollen and festered worse, and began to smell of death.
"We need stop now," begged Shortear. "We stop...or he die."
"Yes," relented Brightbrow. "But we beyond mountain. In strange land."
They had crossed the great range of mountains that cut across the edge of the horizon, that they could see from their valley bordering where the sky and the earth met as one. None of their pack, or the valley-folk, had gone beyond.
Until now.
Not that they had a choice.
"Rest," urged Brightbrow, as Hightail laid on the soft grass, in too much pain to continue.
"Where go now?" asked Shortear. "We lost. New place. Strange scary place. Brother hurt. We lost. We alone."
A twig snapped.
"Not alone," Brightbrow said, her ears pricking up in surprise at distant indistinct chatter.
They were in the land to the north, the mysterious land beyond the mountains, a land the herders had never seen. A land, to them, uncharted.
But not uninhabited.
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"Grey-ones. Great grey-ones. Folk or beast or some between. True and real and there."
"No such thing. No beast speak?"
"Never see like them. Not before."
"Like scaly-creepers. Speak not think."
"Grey-ones. Speak and think."
"You know?"
"They speak. I hear not understand."
"Where from? What want? Why here?"
"One hurt. All hurt, one bad."
"Maybe...help."
"Why help?"
"Great grey-ones speak. Think and speak. Maybe story-teller. Like us."
"We not speak them. Strange tongue."
"Can try."
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#speculative evolution#speculative biology#spec evo#speculative zoology#hamster's paradise#the calliducyon saga
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Should I start outlander yay or nay?????
god yes. the starcrossed lovers of it all. the unrelenting, enduring devotion of it all. jamie and claire's commitment to each other. their love for each other. the way the world around them bends and changes constantly but they still come back to each other. just. fuck. FUCK. one of the fictional couples of all time. i was lowkey waiting until the show was finished so i could binge, like, four seasons but honestly might just say fuck it cos i miss them so bad. just. all around 10/10. season 1 is one of my favorite seasons of any show, period.
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This isn't real--it's Outlander PR!
What a difference 8 years makes in how Outlander sells the show!
OUTLANDER SEASON ONE WAS ABOUT "ROMANCE": Back in April 2015, Outlander PR wanted to play up the chemistry of Sam and Cait in order to sell the romance between Jamie and Claire--which was what the show was all about in season 1.
I recall shippers being over-the-top with joy because they interpreted this photo of Sam and Cait in a BED 😱 as evidence that they must be a real life couple (overlooking the fact that they were wearing street clothes and most likely there was a tech crew in the room.🤦🏻♀️)
IT'S JUST PR: Of course, the shippers didn't realize that what Sam and Cait were doing in the bed was just a PR pitch that has been used with other romantic (or potentially romantic) leads.
For instance, in the gif below, we see Gillian Anderson (Dana Scully) and David Duchovny (Fox Mulder) from The X-Files in bed as part of a tweet for a charity fundraising auction that the show was sponsoring.
OUTLANDER SEASON SEVEN IS ABOUT "FAMILY": Fast forward to June 2023. Outlander PR appears to want to sell the show using the appeal of the Fraser extended family--because now that is largely what the show is about.
So unless Sam, Cait and John Bell are involved in a triple 😱, I think it is safe to say that this is all just PR.
By the way, yes, John Bell said, "I just walked in to see what [Sam and Caitriona] were doing, and they were both just lying there in bed." However, he left out the part that they were WEARING CLOTHES. He also left out the part that there was (at least for the photo with the furry blanket at the top right of this post) SOMEONE TAKING PHOTOS (possibly even a camera crew).
How clueless do you have to be to continue to believe in the SamCait ship nearly four years AFTER Cait married Tony?🤦🏻♀️
I guess pretty clueless. 🤷🏻♀️
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#samcait debunk#outlander fandom#sam heughan#caitriona balfe#it's only pr#my edits#my edited gifs#my gifs
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Happy birthday Scottish actor Hugh Ross.
Ross was born in Glasgow on 28th April 1945, where his parents were both doctors. He was educated at The Glasgow Academy. Hugh continued his education at St. Andrew's University for two years, where he became interested in drama, dropped out of his course, and, after working as a teacher, enrolled at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts.
Hugh has a long and distinguished career in theatre, film, radio and television.
TV credits include The Team with Lars Mikkelsen, An Honourable Woman, Poirot, Absolutely Fabulous, Midsomer Murders, The Palace, and notably as Major Mungo Munro in Sharpe’s Gold, Sharpe’s Battle and Sharpe’s Sword.
Outlander fans will know him as Arch Bug,, he was a recurring character in the popular series.
Hugh’s films include Clive Barker’s Nightbreed, Patriot Games (with Harrison Ford), Trainspotting, Charlotte Gray (with Cate Blanchett), Before You Go (with Tom Wilkinson and Julie Walters), The Four Feathers (with Heath Ledger), and most recently The Iron Lady and Sunset Song.
Recent theatre productions include Twelfth Night for English Touring Theatre, Macbeth with James McAvoy, Hamlet with John Simm, 5/11 at Chichester, Pyrenees for Paine’s Plough at the Menier Chocolate Factory, Pinter’s The New World Order at the Brighton Festival, Waste at the Almeida Theatre.
His production company, The Other Cheek, in association with Cahoots Theatre Company, recently presented a revival of J.B. Priestley’s The Roundabout, which Hugh directed, at the Park Theatre, London, which subsequently played a season in New York . Hugh also recently redirected the West End production of The Mousetrap at the St. Martin’s Theatre.
Hugh has also narrated a number of books that are available through audible website.
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also now that rwarb was such a successful adaptation, which queer romances would you like to see them tackle next?
Weeeeelll if there were zero budgetary and casting restrictions in place, if I could just wave a magic wand and make great adaptations--
Heated Rivalry by Rachel Reid--SEEMS like one of the easiest options, comes built in with a sequel, and it's like. Along the same lines as RWARB, while being.... a lot more sexual and a good bit angstier because the stakes are arguably HIGHER (mostly I'm thinking of Ilya being a world-famous Russian athlete who's also like. Bi.). I feel like it's funny and swooningly romantic in a manner similar to RWARB, but it's the next level up in a sense re: maturity. I also think, again, they could actually do this... albeit with a lot of obstacles re: both sexual content and like, casting dudes who could be fake hockey players lol. And one of them has to either be Russian or miraculously do a bang-up Russian accent. Both of these things are challenges.
The Queer Principles of Kit Webb by Cat Sebastian--would be SUCH a good mini? A historical romcom with the soft bisexual former highwayman and the flashiest motherfucker who's ever walked into the tavern or whatever like "HELP ME ROB MY DAD... and I will consider letting you look at my ankles". And then he SWORDFIGHTS LMAO? Perfect perfect perfect. then you could have the Marian book as a sequel.
Something Fabulous/Something Spectacular by Alexis Hall--you begin with a mini on the ultimate m/m romcom roadtrip romance, then you transition to the equally funny but also deeply emotionally stirring book about two nonbinary characters falling in love? and one of them is BASICALLY a rockstar?
A Long Time Dead by Samara Breger--the sapphic Interview with the Vampire, incredibly good and wry and dark and funny and ROMANTIC
A Lady for a Duke by Alexis Hall--would be an amazing sweeping four part period drama; I just love the premise so much, with the heroine transitioning by faking her death at Waterloo and her best friend never emotionally getting over it and then meeting her again after her transition and not recognizing her until he realizes she has THE SAME FRECKLES??? JESUS. A full-stop ROMANCE romance.
The Secret Lives of Country Gentlemen by KJ Charles--JOSS DOOMSDAY and his gay exploits in the marsh! Blackmailing his old hookup to continue his smuggling operation and then following that old hookup home and going "so like... you down to fuck or....?"
This is completely impossible but I'm gonna pie in the sky and say Tiffany Reisz's Original Sinners would make the most demented borderline-impossible explicit TV series ever. Imagine the ongoing antics of a bisexual dominatrix, her ex-boyfriend except actually not except the love of her life who is a Catholic priest that gets sexual pleasure out of inflicting pain, a totally straight man (according to himself) who has nonetheless been in a 20+year off/on thing with a bisexual French guy who runs the kink underworld of New York City or something. And they all fuck together sometimes. Like at Christmas. Complete with a snowball moment! Because Christmas!
New Camelot Trilogy--will never happen, but in my wiiiiiiildest dreeeeeeams this would be like, a 10-episode miniseries (or more??? Like a full outlander-style 13 episode series..... or a three season deal with 8 episodes per season...). It's just one of my favorite romance series of all time, it does such a good job of melting from the simple love triangle to this complex menage a trois of possessive wounded messy people? And somehow two of them are the president and the vice president lmao??? Of course, in the same sense... I'd love a Thornchapel miniseries. Like, you'd get a m/m/f throuple, a f/f couple, and this one bi priest guy they all fuck with at points? But nobody wants me to have the Gothic polyamorous friend group romance I want.
#romance novel blogging#once i started listing i just went 'actually all my favorite queer romances deserve adaptations'#original sinners is ... debatable on the romance thing. it's definitely a LOVE STORY lol
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Three New Directors Join Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power Season 2
Charlotte Brändström will direct four episodes, and Sanaa Hamri and Louise Hooper will each direct two episodes. Bios below:
Charlotte Brändström is an award-winning director and graduate of the directing program at the American Film Institute. She recently finished directing a pilot for Netflix Sweden titled The Unlikely Murder, and her other directing credits for television include The Outsider for HBO; Jupiter’s Legacy, The Witcher, and Away for Netflix; The Man in the High Castle for Prime Video; and Outlander and Counterpart for Starz. Brändström also directed the entirety of two European limited series: Conspiracy of Silence for Viaplay and Disparue for FR2, and has also directed over 30 feature films, miniseries, and movies-of-the-week. Additionally, Brändström is an international Emmy award nominee for Julie, Chevalier de Maupin.
Sanaa Hamri is a renowned film, television, music video, and commercial director from Tangier, Morocco. She recently completed executive producing and directing The Wheel of Time’s second season for Prime Video. Previously Hamri was executive producer/director for FOX’s hit series Empire, and her other episodic television directing credits include Shameless, Rectify, Nashville, Elementary, Glee, and Desperate Housewives. Hamri is also an acclaimed music video director, and has collaborated with numerous hip-hop/R&B musicians including Prince, Common, Lenny Kravitz, Rhianna, Justin Bieber, Snoop Dogg, Jay Z, and Mary J. Blige. She has also won an NAACP Image Award for India.Arie’s “Little Things” video, as well as an MTV VMA for Nicki Minaj’s “Super Bass.” In addition, Hamri directed Mariah Carey’s sold-out five arena concert documentary, The Adventures of Mimi, and has also directed the feature films Something New, The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2, and Just Wright.
Louise Hooper is an acclaimed British drama director, known for the 4-part limited thriller Flesh and Blood, starring Imelda Staunton and Stephen Rea; and Cheat, the 4-part drama starring Molly Windsor. Her additional directing credits include the first season finale of Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, The Witcher, Inside No. 9, and Treason. Hooper began her career directing BBC Arts documentaries, working with David Lynch, Helmut Newton, Arthur Miller, David Attenborough, and Björk, and has also received a BAFTA nomination for directing Our Gay Wedding: The Musical.
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‘Outlander: Blood of My Blood’ Casts Peter Mullan as Red Jacob MacKenzie, Sara Vickers & 2 More
Kelli Boyle, TV Insider Apr 3, 2024
The Outlander spinoff, Outlander: Blood of My Blood, has added four more actors to the clan. TV Insider can exclusively announce that Peter Mullan, Sara Vickers, Brian McCardie, and Jhon Lumsden have joined the cast of the Starz series, currently in production in Scotland, and they’ll bring to life characters fans have already heard of in the flagship series.
Mullan will be playing Red Jacob MacKenzie, laird of Clan MacKenzie, father to Ellen (Harriet Slater), Dougal (Sam Retford), and Colum (Séamus McLean Ross), and maternal grandfather to Sam Heughan‘s Jamie Fraser.
Mullan, a veteran Scottish actor and filmmaker, can currently be seen in The Lord of the Rings: The Rings of Power and recently starred in the series The Northwater with Colin Farrell and Jack O’Connell, as well as in Barry Jenkins’ critically acclaimed The Underground Railroad. He earned an Emmy nomination for Top of the Lake and has also been seen in Ozark, Westworld, Cursed, and Mum.
Brian McCardie
McCardie will be playing Isaac Grant, laird of Clan Grant. And Lumsden will be playing Malcolm Grant, Isaac’s son and a potential suitor for Ellen.
McCardie has been seen in Outlander before, in a Season 1 cameo as Sir Marcus MacRannoch. He’s also known for Rob Boy, Line of Duty, Low Winter Sun, Snatch, and more.
Jhon Lumsden
Lumsden is a relative newcomer, with roles in Karen Pirie, Blood, Sex & Royalty, and Pancake. He’ll next be seen in The Famous Five, coming out later this year.
Sara Vickers
Vickers will be playing Davina Porter, a housekeeper in the Lovat household, mother to Brian Fraser (Jamie Roy), and Jamie’s paternal grandmother. As previously announced, Brian’s father, Lord Lovat, will be played by Mary & George‘s Tony Curran.
Vickers is a stage and screen actor best known for her role as Joan Thursday in the Inspector Morse prequel, Endeavour from 2013-2023, as well as Sunshine on Leith and Shetland. Vickers played Ms. Crookshanks in Watchmen alongside Regina King and Jeremy Irons. She recently starred in Guilt.
Outlander: Blood of My Blood tells the love stories of Jamie (Heughan) and Claire’s (Caitríona Balfe) parents. Slater and Roy play Jamie’s parents in the 1700s Scottish Highlands, with Hermione Corfield and Jeremy Irvine as Claire’s parents, Julia Moriston and Henry Beauchamp, in the 1900s England during World War I.
#BloodofMyBlood# PeterMullan #SaraVickers #BrianMcCardie #JhonLumsden #BOMB💥#TVinsider #KelliBoyle #ScottishHighlands
Posted 3rd April 2024
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I know this is a long shot but has Cait ever been on an EMMY prediction list? Usually she was on the GG. Amazed that she is here even if not in the top 6.
https://variety.com/lists/2024-emmys-lead-actress-drama-predictions/also-in-contention-2/
Thanks for the message, Anon. 😃
Your link includes Variety’s predictions of nominees in the Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series category for the 76th Primetime Emmy Awards. Nominations will be announced on 17 July and the Emmys awarded on 15 September.
Variety included this photo in its story published yesterday, 11 April 2024:
Photo : Robert Wilson for Starz
It’s not a long shot, as you suggest. To date, she’s never been nominated, but predictions lists have included Caitríona’s name every Outlander season. Here are some examples:
The Wrap 2015 / Season 1
E! News 2016 / Season 2
Awards Watch 2018 / Season 3
Spoiler TV 2019 / Season 4
Gold Derby 2020 / Season 5
We Are Actors (Variety) 2022 / Season 6
Variety 2024 / Season 7
Outlander has been nominated four times.
Screenshot: IMDb
Regarding 2024 Emmys for Drama, Variety has published its predictions lists for Drama Series, Lead Actor, and Lead Actress. The lists for Supporting Actor, Supporting Actress, Directing, Writing, and Casting are pending. Maybe we’ll see more Outlander representation in those five categories? 🍿
Remember… I'm thinking about naming my first son Emmy so I can say I've got one. I want Emmy, Oscar, and Tony - and my daughter Grammy. — Noah Wyle
😂 According to IMDb, Noah Wyle has two children, sons, and neither is named Emmy. He received five Emmy nominations for playing Dr John Carter on ER.
#Tait rhymes with hat#Good times#Inbox#Anonymous#Variety#11 April 2024#Outlander#76th#Primetime Emmy Awards#Predictions#Outstanding Lead Actress in a Drama Series#Asked 11 April 2024 / Answered 12 April 2024
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