This week on Outlander, Jamie attempted to whip the men of Lallybroch into fighting shape without Dougal undermining his best efforts, while Claire dealt with the memories triggered by spending time in a military encampment. Because there’s always another fucking war.
Thank God, we’re back in Scotland.
This week’s Outlander was a real roller coaster, with Jamie and Claire making some emotional progress only for Mary Hawkins’ fate to take a terrible turn. The question throughout: How much of this is the Comte St. Germain’s direct doing?
This week on Outlander, Jamie and Claire are miserable. Turns out Paris isn’t much fun when you’re spending time trying to avert the next Jacobite rising.
This episode was literally titled, “Not in Scotland Anymore.” It was basically a whirlwind tour of 1740s Paris designed to introduce all of Outlander’s new players for the scheming that’s about to ensue. Also, lots of fancy dresses in dizzying patterns covered in ruffles. And the odd bare breast sporting a nipple…
Outlander’s second season opens with Claire reluctantly opening her eyes at Craigh na Dun. She’s back in her own time, and she quickly discovers that the British won the Battle of Culloden. She is not in a great place emotionally.
Suddenly struck with a craving for rococo and the rustling of silk skirts? Must be Starz’s trailer for Season 2 of Outlander.
This most recent episode of Outlander was all about family bonding. You know, like when you shoot the shit with your new in-law while sorting through Christmas ornaments, as your significant others make a grocery run for milk and Cheez-Whiz.
Felt like a lot of male nudity this week, no? Not that I will ever, in one million years, complain about seeing Jamie Fraser naked. But we got more than beefcake this episode.
I found this week’s episode of Outlander draining and emotionally exhausting and personally I am ready to time-surf the centuries and turn the tables on some witch-hunting creeps. Queue to my left to join the misandrist time-traveling witch-hunter-busting vigilante squad. But at least we got a firelight fingering…
Outlander: we're back! And we're dumped right back into the action and also a morass of feelings about spanking and gazes and women's stories and oh Jesus, let's gird our chunky knits and do this thing.
This week on Outlander, events reached a crisis point—and then the show promptly abandoned us until next spring. I SHAKE MY FISTS AT YOU, STARZ.
This week's episode of Outlander finally delivered, and Sam Heughan's butt is everything Diana Gabaldon promised it would be. The food at that wedding reception, though—you'd think the local laird's nephew could've done better. And not a centerpiece in sight!