manners dudes

fjfjfj been messaging my uni group member all day with my half of the content that’s due tomorrow and he hadnt checked it or responded so i messaged him now to say , sorry i’m headed to bed and he just sends ‘good night’

@ogxrival from x

The woman arched an eyebrow, a shadow of a smirk pulling at one corner of her mouth as she studied the young man before her.

“Na, na, na. Y’misunderstood. See, if Skull was in the business of takin’ out every pissy teenager felt he oughta step, you’d never see it comin’, for one thing. For another, there’d be no cause t’worry ‘bout a body.”

Despite her words, the shade had taken root in the world of the corporal, manifesting as a crooked grin. “What I meant was if y’wanna set foot all over the islands talkin’ shit, you gonna wanna make arrangements. I dunno how they run shit in your hometown, but ‘round here we start with names.”

anonymous asked:

Alpen, Schnitzl, Mannerschnitten

Alpen: If you could live anywhere, where would you like to grow old?

already answered that once here but my second choice would be at the beach in new zealand also taking care of rescue animals :)

Schnitzl: If you had to eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

This vegan nacho cheese sauce

or Manner Schnitten

Manner Schnitten: How much do you love Manner Schnitten?

My dudes, you can’t even COMPREHEND how much I love Manner Schnitten. When I die, I want to be buried in Manner Schnitten. In fact, I would die for Manner Schnitten.

I just baked a freaking cake with Manner Schnitten TODAY!!!

so well uhm 1000/10 would eat every day


The signs when you take their food without asking





anonymous asked:

So then Kyle, is Eric the only one who can make Jew jokes to you because you know that, at the end of the day he doesn't mean them towards you in a hurtful manner?

Yeah, dude. Cartman is the only one I know who actually makes Jew jokes at me and doesn’t actually mean it, so he’s basically the only one I can tolerate them from. He never means them towards me, well, sometimes he does when he’s pissed but other than that, he only says Jew jokes to me because our rips on each other bring us closer. I don’t know if that sounds super crazy, but it really does, dude. He can tolerate fat jokes, or calling him stupid jokes because it’s coming from me. If I call him Fatass, he calls me dumb Jew, it’s like our way of flirting, I guess.

Christmas Cookies

Title: Christmas Cookies

Paring: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 776

Warnings: Just tons of fluff

Request by the lovely: @gallifreyansass “CONGRATS on your new followers, you deserve them all!! If you’re not too busy can I get one with Sam, please? Since the holidays are all about family he and the reader get talking about what it was like celebrating Christmas with her/his family (aka dean) and Sam feels “guilty” that the reader will never get bake cookies with their kids or whatever like she did with her mom, and she reveals she’s happy as she is & never wanted kids anyway, hunter life or not? :) thanks so much”   Enjoy!!!

“Sam!” you swatted his hand away for the millionth time, “stop eating all the frosting!”

Sam chuckled as he licked his finger, “don’t make it so good then!”

It was the annual Christmas struggle with Sam. You started making double batches of cookies and frosting otherwise there would be no decorated cookies to bring to your parents.

“Good lord dude, no manners. It’s been three years; you would have thought my good habits would have rubbed off at least a little.”

“Sorry,” Sam kissed your cheek, “just making up for lost time I guess. Your cookies hand’s down beat whatever Dean and I would dig out of the motel vending machine as kids.”

“Well I would hope so. I’m almost done if you can start loading up the car so we could head out?” Sam gave you a quick kiss before heading up to the garage. As you wrapped up the cookie platter you set an extra plate to the side with some cookies on it just for Sam when you got back.

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From: Luke

To: (Y/N)

Second story bathroom in 10 minutes?

She sighs, looking up at the clock in the classroom. Biting her lip nervously, she picks up the phone, hiding it behind her friend’s back so the teacher doesn’t see her.

From: (Y/N)

To: Luke


There are a lot of things she can say no to. He isn’t one of them.


There is one and only one way how a story like this can start. Alcohol. With alcohol come a lot of blurted out feelings and the truth is exposed. Possibly even some un-thought-through actions that will later be regretted. However, this is not one of those cases. This takes place purely in itself, by itself and as itself.

She sits on a bench outside a house that’s vibrating with music and focuses her attention on her visible breath in the cold night. He sits next to her, curiously watching the couple ahead sharing a cigarette. Two people that wouldn’t normally converse, but thrust into a situation where there’s no other choice.

“Do you want to go back in?” he asks after a few moments, tired of watching the two puffing out smoke.

She shakes her head. “No.” she says definitely. “It’s too crowded.”

He nods, feeling that conversation has come to a halt.

“We can just leave, I guess.” he says.

She finally turns toward him, taking in his deep blue eyes and sharp jawline. She raises an eyebrow, probably wondering why this unknown boy is talking to her as if they knew each other. But if she does, she doesn’t let on to it with the words she speaks to him.

“I guess we can.” she answers slowly, examining him with her gaze. “But I don’t really want to do that either.”

“Why not?” he asks her as she reverts her gaze back to the road ahead of them.

“My friend’s in there.” she explains. “I don’t want to leave her. She’s flirting with this guy she’s liked forever and she thinks that there’s a chance of something actually happening tonight.”

“Why do I feel like you’re mocking?”

She shrugs. “Because I probably am.”

“And why?”

She turns toward him, a curious twinkle in her eye. “You want to know too much, Mr.-”

“Luke. My name is Luke Hemmings.”

“Luke. You want to know too much, Mr. Hemmings.”

“And you?”

“And me what?” she says, cocking an eyebrow provocatively.

He suppresses a smirk by biting his lower lip. “What’s your name?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“Aren’t you that student that gets all those art awards?”

“Yep.” she says in a clipped manner. “And you’re that dude who always has those gigs with your band. Apparently you’re gonna make it big.”


“The music teacher’s words. Not mine. How should I know? I’m not physic.”

He chuckles. “You’re really something. You know that?”

She shrugs, trying to hide a small smile tugging at her lips. “So I’ve been told.”

“It’s funny how we go to the same school and we’ve never met.”

“It’s a big school.”


She shrugs again and the conversation fades until he dares to ask her the question again.

“Why don’t you think that your friend is gonna get together with that guy?”

She sighs. “It’s not that I don’t think that she’s gonna get together with him, but…” she pauses, nibbling on her lower lip, the words hovering between them. “It’s just that it’s a lot of work. You know? So much *boring* work to get to some point when it’s socially acceptable or whatever.”

“I see what you mean. Months of work for, like, one kiss and then even more work and the question if they trust each other or if it’s working, boundaries, borders, blah blah blah. Relationships are hard work.”

“I wish it didn’t have to be that way.” she says, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, deep in thought.

A few moments of silence pass between them before their eyes meet. She spends a few moments trying to decipher what’s hidden beneath the electric blue sparkle of his eyes when he unravels the mystery himself.

“We could just skip to the good bit.”

She raises her eyebrows in question. “The good bit?”

“The good bit.”

He leans forward a little, tucking the strand of hair on her left side behind her ear. She closes her eyes and lets him kiss her, not knowing what this will lead her to.


Fast forward a couple of months and she’s sitting at a table with her friend, solving her Math homework.

“So, Ryan finally asked me out yesterday. I am so excited! I have been crushing on him since, like, forever!”

“Uh-huh.” (Y/N) says, writing down the answer to one of the problems.

“And guess what else? He said that…”

“Sure.” she says absentmindedly, drowning out the rest of her friend’s words.

She feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and without even looking at it she knows exactly who it is and what they want. She takes it out purely to check the time and place.

From: Luke

To: (Y/N)

Behind the school? In 5 minutes or so?

She quickly types out a return message to him.

From: (Y/N)

To: Luke


And send.

She pockets her phone and shuts her book and notebook closed, startling her friend.

“Everything alright?”

“Yeah.” she gives her a tight smile. “I just have to make a stop at the bathroom. I’ll see you later in class, Lexi.”

And with that she clears out of the area.

Less than 5 minutes later she’s standing right behind the school, watching several people smoke their cigarettes, but not conversing with any. She takes out her phone and looks at the time for the hundreth time since she got here. And then she feels someone’s arms around her waist.

She pushes him away, turning around with a scowl on her face.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry.” Luke says apologetically. “I got stopped by Principal Meyers on the way.”

She nods slowly. “Also, here, Hemmings?”

For the first time he looks around him and then groans. “I didn’t think anyone would be here so late.”

He bites his lower lip, thinking of what to do - an act she finds irresistible.

“I’ve got it.” he beams and then takes her hand.

Minutes later he shuts the door of the janitor’s closet behind them.

“Now, this is a lot better.” he says, pulling her closer to him.

She smirks, her hands trailing along his back. The soft touch of his skin to her chin tips her head backward as she relishes in the feeling of their closeness. A smug smile on his face, he connects their lips together, reveling in the feeling of how wrong, but yet how right this all feels.

He feels himself being pushed against the wall. She feels the warm touch of his hands on her bare stomach as they slip under her shirt, giving her goosebumps. He pulls away shortly, trailing kisses along her neck, his warm breath ticking her skin. She minimizes the space between the two, hands slowly trailing toward his torso. She feels him smile against her neck and tries to stop a giggle from escaping her lips, but fails at it. The action seeming to have put more vigour into his approach he reconnects his lips to hers, the two melting into each other. She presses against him, trapping him between her and the wall. Not that he minds. He likes the closeness.

The ringing of the bell resounds through the small space and she pulls away from him. He groans in frustration.

“I guess I’ll see you later, Hemmings.” she says flirtatiously as she picks up her backpack from the floor and slings it over her sloulder.

They exit the janitor’s closet together, making sure that the halls were empty before doing so. She looks back at him and simpers.

“Fix your hair.” And with a wink of an eye, she sashays out of there, leaving a longingly-staring Luke in her wake.


She throws herself on the bed, her head in a pillow, trying to surpress a sigh from escaping her lips. Her head is filled with thoughts of Luke in different scenarios. That’s fine, she guesses. The only thing that she’s worried about is the fact that they all revolve around she and Luke being in a relationship. But they’re not in a relationship. Are they?

She gets up from her bed, deep in thought. What is this? What are they? Where does this lead to? What are they doing?

She groans in frustration. This was never supposed to happen. It was all just a bit of fun. She was never supposed to get so infatuated with him.

The only way out, she guesses, is talking to him. Her heart leaps in her throat. Unexpectedly, she’s afraid of his answer.

Without much thinking, she grabs her phone and sends him a text.

From: (Y/N)

To: Luke

My house? We need to talk.

She calmly puts her phone on the bed stand and goes to the other side of the room, putting the situation out of her mind. Or at least trying to. The act is betrayed by the fact that when it buzzes she runs toward the bed stand table as if it were a bomb that were going to explode.

From: Luke

To: (Y/N)


She puts the phone away and sits down on her bed, beginning to rehearse what she is going to say. She doesn’t notice the time passing and she is only made aware of it when the doorbell rings and she realizes that 15 minutes have passed already. She takes a deep breath in, trying to calm her racing heart, as she descends down the stairs to open her front door. She’s grateful for the fact that her family is out at the moment.

Hey, Luke, I just wanted to ask you what you think this thing - whatever it is - is. Is it a relationship? And if it isn’t, do you think it should be?

She opens the door and is greeted by a smiling Luke on the other side of it. She dreads that his smile can make her heart beat even faster.

“Let’s go to my room.” she squeaks out, unable to control her voice. He nods and they both ascend the stairs.

He closes the door behind them and she turns toward him. But instead of asking her anything he just leans in and kisses her on the lips, causing a feeling of warmth to wash over her.

“So, what’s up?” he asks, sitting down on the bed casually, leaning backwards, causing his shirt to ride up a bit.

She searches her brain for whatever she wanted to say to him, but nothing comes to mind. She just sits down next to him and kisses him again. And again. And again.

“Just this.” she says, kissing him again, all thoughts of the issue at hand suddenly forgotten.


She mounts the stairs, trying not to be caught by any wandering teachers. She doesn’t have a cover story as to why she is out of class and heading to a completely different side of the building and she doesn’t feel like inventing one on the spot.

She creeps into the boy’s bathroom, hoping that it is only going to be Luke in there. A curious thought strikes her. Why the bathroom? It isn’t a very romantic spot nor is it too private.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Luke emerges from behind the door where he was hiding.

“Why are you hiding? You are allowed to be here. Me, on the other hand, not so much.” she says jokingly.

She expects him to laugh and be all charming with his reply as usual, but the sullen expression on his face doesn’t change.

“Listen, (Y/N),” he says slowly, nibbling on his lower lip. A thing he does when he’s deep in thought or nervous. “I think we should break up.”

Suddenly an array of colors blur her vision. Maybe she misheard him. He couldn’t have said that, could he? It’s illogical, because to break up they would have needed to be in a relationship in the first place. But they never were.

“… I just think that it’s the best for the both of us, because this doesn’t seem to be working.” Luke’s voice comes to her as if it were coming from deep in a cave. She only hears it faintly and not entirely.

She blinks up at him. Worry is mixed into the blueness of his eyes.

“(Y/N)?” he finally asks after several seconds of not getting a reaction from her.

“Fine.” she says tersely, her voice static.



And with that, she whirls around on her heel and walks out of there, what had actually happened starting to slowly sink in. There were so many things she’d wanted to say to him. She’d said none. She wanted an explanation. She hadn’t gotten any. She feels the pricking of a sudden realization deep in her chest. Something she’d never wanted to happen. Something she’d been trying to avoid. The hidden meaning behind her words at the party.

She’d fallen in love with him. And now she’d gotten hurt.


There is a golden pattern on her bed that she keeps staring at. The sun is peaking through the window. The day is bright and sunny. The birds are singing. She can even hear peals of laughter from the playing children outside.

But she doesn’t feel as bright or as happy. She doesn’t feel said either. She just feels… empty. It is anticlimactic, really.

A sigh escapes her lips. She glances at the clock on her bed stand. 12:00. She is home early. She’d left school on the premise of not feeling well. Truth be told, she just didn’t feel like dealing with anything right now. Is this what heartbreak feels like?

She hates the dull ache it causes her. When they talk about heart break everyone always assumes that it’s some fiery feeling. Truth be told, it’s just hopeless. She is hoping it will go away soon.

It’s not like she fully liked what she had with Luke. She didn’t. But she’d wanted for it to go forward. Not backward. Obviously, they wanted different things in life. That’s that. She can’t even comfort herself with the thought that someday she will find her perfect match and that that person will never hurt her. She doesn’t believe in soul mates. The truth is, anyone has the power to hurt you as long as you give it to them. And she’d given Luke that power, blindly trusting that he would never use it.

She hears the door of her bedroom open behind her, but she doesn’t turn around. Not until she hears his voice saying her name.

“Your mom let me in.” Luke says as he slowly closes the door behind him. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“What are you doing here, Luke?” she asks, her voice a plain monotone sound.

“I came to check up on you.” Luke answers. “I asked Lexi where you were and she told me you had gone home because you hadn’t been feeling well.”

“Last time I checked, you and I had no obligations toward each other.” she says acidly. He slightly winces at the venom in the sound of her voice. She’d never spoken to him this way before.

“I was just worried.” he says helplessly.

“Well, don’t be. I’m fine and I don’t need your help.” she says, a hard tone in her voice, and turns away from him.

“Listen, I feel really bad about what happened back there. I shouldn’t have acted the way I did and I’m sorry.”

He pauses for a second and opens his mouth to say one more thing - the thing that would probably make this story a whole lot shorter, but what kind of writer would I be if I did that to you - but she cuts him off.

“It’s okay. You want what you want. It’s for the best. It doesn’t work if we’re both unhappy in this relationship or whatever the hell this little experiment was.”

She gets up and opens the door. “I think you should leave. It’s probably best if we minimize our contact from now on.”

He opens his mouth to say something again, but closes it once he sees the determined look on her face. He nods wordlessly and leaves her room, not to come back again for another year.


Suspiciously on that same day, a year from then, she’s running around her room, throwing stuff in a bag. She glances at the clock. 5:00. She hasn’t got much time left. She turns toward the window, catching a glimpse of the rising sun, beginning to illuminate the world.

The door creaks open behind her and she whirls around quickly, expecting it to be one of her family members asking her to hurry.

The person she sees is not who she was expecting. She is so surprised that she drops the bag she was holding.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Luke says with a lazy smile.

I must be dreaming. she thinks. She turns away, continuing to pack, hoping the mirage will go away.

“You’re still not speaking to me?”

The words cause her to stop short. Suddenly, the packing, the time shortage, the flight… None of it matters anymore.

Whirling around on her heel, she turns to face him. “I never stopped speaking to you, Lucas.”

“Yes, you did.”

“Well, I never meant to. But can you blame me?”

A void of silence expands between them, seeming to force them apart even more.

“I guess not.” he says quietly after a second. He runs a hand through his blonde hair, which has grown in the past year. There is a more mature look in his eyes now and a slight stubble on his face. He looks more grown-up than he did the last time when they properly spoke.

She nods and sits down on the bed, her legs suddenly starting to feel like jelly. He bites his lower lip, an act she still finds irresistible as well as an act that reminds her of memories they’ve had together, and takes a step in her direction.

“You never actually let me explain why I was there that day.”

“To check up on me, I know.” she says, twirling around a loose strand on her duvet.

He shakes his head. “Partly.”

She raises her head toward him. She doesn’t understand what exactly he’s trying to say.

“I came to apologize.”

“I know. And you did.”

“But I wanted to mend what I did as well.”

He sits down next to her and takes her hand in his. “I never meant what I said, (Y/N). I didn’t want to break up with you.”

“Technically you couldn’t have. We were never in an official relationship. We just made out when we were bored. That was all.”

“That’s exactly it.” He sighs. “I was scared.”


“Scared. I didn’t want to fall in love. I didn’t want to get hurt. So, to prevent that I hurt you. But I never meant to. I just meant to distance myself. But then I found out that actually hurt more. And I couldn’t stand the fact that I hurt you in the process.”

She doesn’t cut him off this time. But she recognizes her own feelings from a year ago.

“Once I realized what a mistake I’d made I came looking for you. I wanted a second chance, but I know I didn’t deserve one. And I know I still don’t deserve one. But I just had to tell this to you. I couldn’t leave you wondering. I couldn’t let you think that you were the problem. You were never the problem.” He pauses for a second, lets go of her hand and gets up from her bed. “I know it’s too late now, but I felt like you should know the truth.”

He turns to leave, but her voice stops him.

“You’re right. It is too late.” The iciness of the words chills his spine. “But it was too late in the beginning, anyway.”

Confusion floods over him as he turns to face her. “What do you mean?”

She shrugs. “When we started doing what we were doing deep down we both knew it was going to fail. Because there is no skipping to the good bit.”

She gets up from the bed and comes closer to him. “All of it is the good bit. All those little moments that we think don’t matter, matter the most. It’s not just physical. It never should be just physical. The emotions are too much of a treasure to miss.”

He smiles at her and she puts her hands on the sides of his face. “You have someone in your life whom you give the power to hurt you, but you know they won’t do it instead or just trusting them not to. That’s the good bit.” And with that she gives him a lingering kiss on the lips.

“(Y/N)! We’re going to miss our flight.”

She pulls away from him slowly and smiles at him. Picking up her bags, she walks out of the room, turning toward him one last time. “I’d like to continue that when I get back.”

He grins. “You’ve got it.”

And with that she walks out of his sight, leaving him starstruck for a few minutes. What she said may have been right. But for him, she, everything that was her, was the good bit. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

For Taylor (not a personal)

tmb2000 Request: your crush has five older brothers, one is in high school and the rest are in college (you and your crush are freshman in high school) and he invites you over for dinner and his brothers embarrasses him and kinda make fun of him. Then you go to watch a movie or something and maybe (y/c) has his arm around you and is going to make a move and his brothers come into the room and annoy him but in the end they say they’re sorry and that they like/approve of you. Lots of love. Xx Taylor

A/N: I hope you enjoy this Taylor, I know you’ve been waiting quite some time for an imagine, again I apologize!

You were so nervous and excited for tonight! Since this was the first time you were invited to (C/N)’s house for dinner, you really wanted to make a good impression because you didn’t want to impress just him, his five older brothers would also be present, and you really wanted them to know that you would be a good potential girlfriend for (C/N).You were just friends for now, but you were really hoping that this dinner would lead to something more. You tried to dress nice, but not too nice like you were going somewhere extremely formal, it was just his house, so you put on your favorite pair of jeans and your nicest top.

When your mom drops you off at his house, you’re about to ring his doorbell, but it swings open before you even get the chance. (C/N) must have been waiting for you by the window or something.

(C/N) greets you excitedly and says “Hey (Y/N)!" 

"Hey!” You tell him back.

“Well come in, the food’s already done, I’m just waiting for my  brothers to–”

One of (C/N)’s brothers pushes him out of the doorway interruptingly and says, “Ooo, so this is the girl who has the pleasure of eating with the (C/Last/N) family tonight,”

“(C/Brother/N)!!!” (C/N) yells annoyed.

Another one of (C/N)’s brothers shows up, “Oh this is the girl? (C/N) obviously gets his good taste from me,” he says with a smirk, “just not his manners, dude why didn’t you let her in? That’s not a really good strategy on getting a girl to like you.” he remarks sarcastically to tease (C/N).

(C/N) cheeks turn a bit red. “I was just about to do that, okay? So get out of the way for a sec so she could come in,”

“Okay little guy, we’re just playing around.” (C/B/N) says chuckling.

(C/N) takes your hand, nervously smiles at you, and brings you inside.

When you all sit down and start eating, you decide to start small talk and say something, “the dinner is really good, these are like all of my favorite foods.”

(C/N) was about to say something when one of his brothers cut him off once again by saying, “Yeah, we know. (C/N) told us what you’d wanna eat tonight haha, he knows like everything about you probably,” he says laughing.

Another one of his brothers tags along, “Yeah!!! I know right!!” laughing with food in his mouth, “it’s adorable isn’t it”

(C/N) stands up abruptly with out finishing his dinner and says, “(Y/N) we should just go downstairs and do something else like watch a movie or something, so we don’t have to be annoyed.” (C/N) says shooting a look at his brothers as they feign innocence.

“Sure, okay,” you say.

You’re in the room watching a romantic comedy. You two have been laughing a lot during the comedic scenes, and during the romantic scenes, (C/N) would breathe a little deeper, look at you quickly then bite his lip, and even put his hand on your lap. During one particular romantic scene, which was an intense making out scene, (C/N) takes a sharp breath and put his arm around you, and you feel like things between you and him can boost your relationship to the next level. You’ve never felt more hopeful at this moment, he’s been giving you all the signs that he likes you, and maybe by the end of the night, he may even kiss you! Who knows.. but that thought is making your heart beat one hundred times per second.

“Woooow, looks like lil bros got the moves,” (C/B/N) remarks.

You and (C/N) turn around and find his brothers standing there, watching you. You look at (C/N), and he looks furious.

“Dude, remember we said we wouldn’t do that anymore?” His other brother says.

“Right, sorry about that.” (C/B/N) says scratching the back of his head.

“Well why did you guys follow us?” (C/N) asks annoyed.

“Just to say, that whatever you two have going on is cool with us, and that we won’t bother you anymore.” (C/B/N) forces himself to say. You can tell he’s going to miss teasing (C/N).

“Good.” (C/N) says.

“So is there anything going on between you guys?” (C/B/N) asks with a smirk.

“Ask me again at the end of the night,” (C/N) says smiling at you.

You smile back thinking that even though tonight wasn’t what you expected, you wouldn’t want it to have gone differently.

This wasn’t that good but I hope it was at least okay for you Taylor.

Outlander Review: The Watch, Episode 1x13

Warning, spoilers ahead, and yes the review is hella long. Sorry, not sorry.

This was a decent episode, but I was nowhere near blown away by it as I have been with previous episodes. I think that one of the main reasons for this was because I had no investment in The Watch guys.  I felt the same way when reading the books to be honest.

Anyway, without further ado, let’s get this thing started.

What I Disliked

1.  Not enough Claire and Jamie together.

Seriously people, we know that they’re going to be separated for a while after this, and you couldn’t give us more of them together? No, this Outlander fan was not happy about that.

2.  The Watch dudes.

I’m sorry, but I found them irritating as hell, and the majority of them were dull. In fact every time they were on my screen, I found my thoughts turning to other things. I understand that they were an integral part of this episode, I was just bitter because they were stealing away precious Claire and Jamie time from me. Taryn MacQuarrie wasn’t too bad, probably because he was the most layered of character out of all The Watch dudes.  

What Was OK But I Could Have Lived Without It

I had to insert this new category because there were a few meh moments in this episode.

1.  MacQuarrie: “You don’t sound like an Islander.
Claire: “Jamie spent time in France fighting in the French army with Ian, perhaps that’s what’s influenced his accent?

Claire, sweetie, this isn’t the time for your mouth to be flapping.

2.  Claire: “Never be taken alive. How daring.”

Claire is such a know-it-all though, lol.

3.  MacQuarrie: “Curious, I’ve traded a lot of army tales with Ian, and he’s never mentioned you.

3a.  Claire: “How long are you staying?”

The shade with which Claire made asked that question though, lol. 

We were all her right then though, when that soap-and-water-averse watchman put his feet up on the dining table. Manners maketh man, dude.

4.  The Watch man setting fire to the hay.

Man, I’m looking forward to him dying soon.

5.  The Watch men laughing while the hay burnt.

What I Loved

1.  The theme song. 

I’m sorry, I can’t not include that in my review, the song just moves me and never fails to engender a sense of excitement whenever I hear it.

2.  Jamie:  "I hope you kept your powder dry. Misfire and I’ll ram your pistol down your gullet"

I’m always here for brave Jamie, although like Claire I’d have been having a heart attack at his daring too.

3.  Jenny: “Taryn, put your gun down.

Yay, Jenny from Lallybroch to the rescue! 

So Jamie has to pretend to be her cousin, Jamie McTavish. Are we to assume that MacQuarrie didn’t know about her brother Jamie?

Can I just pause to admire how freaking hot Jamie looked with a gun pointed at his head?


Ok carrying on…

4.  Claire: “Jenny and Ian didn’t know we were married. We surprised them.”

I know I’m not the only person who gets nervous whenever Claire speaks in her perfect English accent when she’s surrounded by a bunch of Scottish criminals.

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