“I can accept that you had - that you had this experience with this man, and that leaving him broke your heart. I can accept it.”
– Frank Randall, 02x01 “Through A Glass, Darkly”
“Well, I knew ye must be thinking of him. Ye could hardly not, under the circumstances. I do not want ye ever to feel as though ye canna talk of him to me. Even though I’m your husband now—that feels verra strange to say—it isna right that ye should forget him, or even try to. If ye loved him, he must ha’ been a good man.”
“Yes, he… was.” My voice trembled, and Jamie stroked the backs of my hands with his thumbs.
“Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.” He raised my hands and kissed each one formally.
5 Outlander Characters That Hate A September Premiere More Than You Do
Because this popped into my head and I won’t be doing any more pieces for Scotland Now/The Daily Record till September, when, for all we know, we might all be in the depths of a nuclear winter and I might not have access to Tumblr. Or fingers.
Slight book spoilers, but nothing beyond what’s already in the press. Read on at your own peril.
1. Frank Randall. This poor bastard is likely the only character that wishes the premiere was two weeks after never. He finally convinced Claire to give it a go for old times’ sake, moved across the ocean, is fathering a child that isn’t his, all in the hope that he can recapture the past. The inevitable breakdown of his hope and rise of his IDGAF-ness will be both tragic and riveting. I both dread it and also CAN’T WAIT.
2. Bree Randall. Not only does she have to listen to Claire constantly justify herself by describing how SCORCHING the sex was with her bio-dad, the revelation that Jamie is alive (past alive, currently dead, it’s very timey-wimey), means that Bree will now also have to shoulder the burden of making herself a 20th-century orphan x3 vs. leaving human baby chinchilla and potential bae (Roger) behind before they even hit first base. Either way, someone’s getting c*ckblocked.
3. Roger Wakefield. There are a lot of dangerous things that happen in the Outlander-verse, but none is as guaranteed to be risky as falling in love with a Fraser. Much like Moses parting the Red Sea, loving a Fraser requires brass balls, excellent hair, and divine intervention. From the moment Roger spied Bree across a room, he hitched his wagon to Satan’s ponies, and it’s only a matter of time before he joins mom-in-law Claire on the dark side. Ain’t nothing like a Randall woman to make a Mackenzie boy lose his gotdamb mind.
4. Claire Fraser-cum-Randall. Claire is not here for a lot of things, and now those things include the Bonnie Prince Charlie, traditional gender roles and the 20th century. We get the sense at the end of S2 that the Randall marriage was unhappy–and we’ll get to see that progression happen–but we’ll also see the pain and loneliness that Claire hides from everyone else, and her despair at never seeing Jamie again. Now that she knows he is alive, she’s pointed herself right at him like a bouffant-y, sexually frustrated arrow, but the man she is going back to won’t be the one she left behind.
5. James Alexander Malcolm Mackenzie Fraser. Jamie finished up S2 by giving up his wife and child after agreeing to betray his King, killing his uncle and heading off to die in war. You wouldn’t think things could get worse for our Scottish Aslan, but you would be SO WRONG. War. Prison. NO KILTS. Not only does he get to live in constant ignorance of what happened to his family, but that bod is like a Ferrari that only gets driven to oil changes and that is a crying shame. Basically, underneath Jamie’s lagoon of sadness lives a subterranean village of suck, and he has barely set foot on what will be an island cave filled wall-to-wall with WTF.
“I have lived through a fucking world war,” I said, my voice low and venomous. “I have lost a child. I have lost two husbands. I have starved with an army, been beaten and wounded, been patronized, betrayed, imprisoned, and attacked. And I have fucking survived!”
A. Frank Randall was born March 2, 1854, in Massachusetts. Little is known about his early years, but in 1883, he accompanied General George Crook’s expedition as a newspaper correspondent and photographer in the campaign to capture Apache Indians in Mexico. For the next four years, Randall traveled around Arizona and New Mexico photographing various Apache tribes, including the Chiricahua, Warm Springs, Mescalero, and Jicarilla Apaches. In 1887, Randall moved to California and spent his final years in Alameda County, where he died of a heart attack on March 4, 1916.
But you were right, damn you. Brianna was safe… and loved… and raised well. But sometimes, oh, when she turns and the light catches her red hair or… I see her smile in her sleep… It takes my breath away… Because I see you.
Ok but I am so here for Bree and Claire wearing colors and being all lit up by the candles and Claire with her arm on Bree…and then Frank being physically separate from them and blending into the shadows with his black outfit like he’s not really part of the family. BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT, FRANK. YOU’RE THE WORST AND I HEAR THERE’S AN ICY ROAD THAT WOULD LIKE TO MAKE YOUR ACQUAINTANCE.