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Episode 04x15 Analysis - Red and Liz

For this analysis I just want to focus on a couple of scenes that involve Red and/or Liz, because they are where my heart lies.

First I want to talk about Liz a little. I realize many of you didn’t like her this episode but personally I didn’t think she was bad at all. So I am going to focus on the positive and hope you can understand my viewpoint. There are plenty of other posts that already discussed what they didn’t like about Liz.

Now remember Red and Liz’s relationship has not been the same since 03x10. There are a lot of reasons for that which I do not want to go into here, but bottom line her thinking fantasy Tom is what she wants and the ramifications of her being with him caused her to screw up her relationships with not only Red, but with her friends in the Task Force.

Then once she betrayed Red they really drifted apart emotionally and aren’t back yet. I think it will take a while for them to repair their relationship. So no, Liz right now is not the Liz we saw in 3A, nor is Red the guy we saw in 3A. There has been a lot of water under the bridge because of what she did. HOWEVER, they are slowly getting closer again. But the reality is, this is where their relationship is currently - getting better but not yet where it was and needs to be.

On to this episode, Red calls her once he finds out he has been poisoned as he needs her and the Task Force’s help in finding the antidote to save him. Now as much as she cares for Red, and she does. she needs to keep her sh*t together and do her job to work with the task force and find that antidote. Now is not the time to get emotional which could cause her to fail in her task of saving Red. But knowing this, there were still little moments for her, even during this stage.

First Red and Liz walk into the post office and Red makes a comment to Ressler about his prayers being answered and Ressler asks what is going on. And Liz looks worried as she looks at Ressler.

She then asks Aram to get Red a chair and Red refuses. Red starts to tell the team that he was poisoned. Then he starts coughing and Liz does reach out to him and tries to be supportive.

And lastly when Red leaves to find Dembe, Liz is concerned about him taking off.

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anonymous asked:

It seems I am the one making random asks but I really would like to know. If you had the power to choose one of the characters to have his one show, a spin off of Outlander. Who character would you choose: LJ, one of the Ians or MAster Raymond? Thanks in advance.

Um… I’m not sure I’d pick any of those characters. Having read the Lord John books, I’m really not a huge fan of his solo adventures; I find his brother, Hal, and Hal’s children to be far more engaging and my favorite parts of the Lord John series (holding out for that Hal/Minnie novella). I’m also not as interested in Master Raymond as a lot of the fandom tends to be, though I suppose it would depend on how much a series based on him explored the elements of time travel in this universe; those rules, I am interested in. Older Ian would mostly be adventures at Lallybroch which could be nice but I feel like we already know so much of his life’s story through the books. Young Ian’s time with the native peoples could prove interesting fodder for a series so I think by process of elimination––of those four––I would have to go with Young Ian. 

Looking beyond those four, however, I think I’d want a spin-off series with Geillis/Gillian. I want to see how she became aware of the stones, how she got drawn into her research and made her decision to travel, and if the Fraser Prophecy played a role at all, I want to know about how she learned about all that too. There’s her time in France post-Cranesmuir that could be explored as well as how she made her way to the Caribbean. Just so much material to work with since, like Claire, she is a woman out of her time but as far as what motivates her, she couldn’t be more different. 

anonymous asked:

The very concept of objective truth is fading out of the world. Lies will pass into history. - George Orwell

“But do you know what’s really funny? That poor, silly sot and his greedy, stupid helpers; and the foolish, honorable men who couldn’t bring themselves to turn back… they had the one tiny virtue among them; they believed. And the odd thing is, that that’s all that’s endured of them—all the silliness, the incompetence, the cowardice and drunken vainglory; that’s all gone. All that’s left now of Charles Stuart and his men is the glory that they sought for and never found.

“Perhaps Raymond was right,” she added in a softer tone; “it’s only the essence of a thing that counts. When time strips everything else away, it’s only the hardness of the bone that’s left.”

“I suppose you must feel some bitterness against the historians,” Roger ventured. “All the writers who got it wrong—made him out a hero. I mean, you can’t go anywhere in the Highlands without seeing the Bonnie Prince on toffee tins and souvenir tourist mugs.”

Claire shook her head, gazing off in the distance. The evening mist was growing heavier, the bushes beginning to drip again from the tips of their leaves.

“Not the historians. No, not them. Their greatest crime is that they presume to know what happened, how things come about, when they have only what the past chose to leave behind—for the most part, they think what they were meant to think, and it’s a rare one that sees what really happened, behind the smokescreen of artifacts and paper.”

“No, the fault lies with the artists,” Claire went on. “The writers, the singers, the tellers of tales. It’s them that take the past and re-create it to their liking. Them that could take a fool and give you back a hero, take a sot and make him a king.”

“Are they all liars, then?” Roger asked. Claire shrugged. In spite of the chilly air, she had taken off the jacket to her suit; the damp molded the cotton shirt to show the fineness of collarbone and shoulder blades.

“Liars?” she asked, “or sorcerers? Do they see the bones in the dust of the earth, see the essence of a thing that was, and clothe it in new flesh, so the plodding beast reemerges as a fabulous monster?”

“And are they wrong to do it, then?” Roger asked. The rail bridge trembled as the Flying Scotsman hit the switch below. The wavering white letters shook with vibration—FREE SCOTLAND.

Claire stared upward at the letters, her face lit by fugitive starlight.

“You still don’t understand, do you?” she said. She was irritated, but the husky voice didn’t rise above its normal level.

“You don’t know why,” she said, but the husky voice didn’t rise above its normal level.

“You don’t know why,” she said. “You don’t know, and I don’t know, and we never will know. Can’t you see? You don’t know, because you can’t say what the end is—there isn’t any end. You can’t say, ‘This particular event’ was 'destined’ to happen, and therefore all these other things happened. What Charles did to the people of Scotland—was that the 'thing’ that had to happen? Or was it 'meant’ to happen as it did, and Charles’s real purpose was to be what he is now—a figurehead, an icon? Without him, would Scotland have endured two hundred years of union with England, and still—still"— she waved a hand at the sprawling letters overhead—"have kept its own identity?”

“I don’t know!” said Roger, having to shout as the swinging searchlight lit the trees and track, and the train roared over the bridge above them.

There was a solid minute of clash and roar, earthshaking noise that held them rooted to the spot. Then at last it was past, and the clatter died to a lonely crying wail as the red light of the end car swept out of sight beyond them.

“Well, that’s the hell of it, isn’t it?” she said, turning away.

“You never know”

-Dragonfly In Amber


Jupiter, Callisto lower and Io to the right. by Raymond Collecutt
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