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Sometimes I genuinely feel like I live under a rock, in some distant land beyond seven mountains and seven forests.

Had any of you seen this deleted scene from Season 7 before? Because I only came across it now on Jamie's Sassenach's profile.

The reel description says "Released May 2025", which I found rather intriguing.

. . . The video quality leaves a lot to be desired, but it's still an exceptionally delicious little morsel.

The Domestic Frasers are affectionate, tender, and so incredibly natural together. Somehow, they feel less like Jamie and Claire and more like two people simply being themselves — as though we were catching a glimpse of them beneath all the trappings of the show: no period costumes, no corsets, no red wig with its trademark ponytail.

"...I will build you a house, and a garden".

. . . As with every deleted scene, I'm left wondering why so many lovely, intimate moments ended up on the cutting-room floor.

I know a woman personally..her husband died suddenly and she stayed in mourning for 10 years till she died herself!! -not from mourning but she was ill-

The point is.. yes people do grieve differently..people choose to survive differently

But feeling comfortable and completely at ease giving excuses to someone else life is just sicking to me

You’re heartless and ruthless person to say that what normal people think is hate and envious!!!

And btw this whole spinning off!! Yeah it came from you

First of all: why all the secrecy?

A fiercely private man who is determined to protect the privacy of the people closest to him doesn’t put those people on top of a bus in the middle of a New York parade.

He doesn’t fly them across the world for what appears to have been a 36 hour trip either.

He’s apparently too private to post normal glimpses of his everyday life with his girlfriend.

But not private enough to put that girlfriend and her daughter front and centre at the distillery opening, surrounded by cameras and journalists.

Too private to simply say in an interview that he’s in a relationship.

Not too private to make sure she’s visible whenever the cameras are.

That’s a very specific kind of privacy.

And since I’m apparently expected to accept all of this as a perfectly normal, organic relationship, let’s go back a little further, because I have more questions.

What authentic relationship needs a steady stream of leaks to a gossip blog?

Why was her private Instagram cleaned up, including removing all traces of her late husband, shortly before her first public appearance at Rik’s wedding?

Why briefly open that private account in the middle of the night in Ireland, leave it open long enough for people to see what was there, and then close it again?

Why did her proper public rollout happen around the distillery, with some of her posts subsequently tied to SS?

Why does she follow practically everyone who so much as breathes within Sam’s orbit?

Why were the Christmas photos of them taken outside on the street rather than inside his home?

Why the AI altered photos?

Why does virtually every public appearance seem to come with a friend conveniently positioned as a buffer?

Why does her supposedly professional account so often seem to function as a location beacon, with those locations repeatedly being connected to Sam?

Why, after a whole year, have we seen so little that suggests any natural bond between him and her daughter?

Why has he seemed so unhappy and unsettled during much of the same period?

Why is spontaneous physical affection between them so difficult to find?

Why does even sustained eye contact seem remarkably rare?

Why does what is said on Tumblr is being monitored and appear to matter so much?

And why, generally, does a supposedly private relationship seem to require quite this much audience participation?

I could keep going.

There have been so many strange and downright unnatural moments over the past year.

None of this feels organic to me. It feels presented. Managed. Performed.

And perhaps that’s why it fits so neatly with this new version of Salesman Sam.

He sells us books. He sells us whisky. He sells us a fitness programme.

And now, apparently, he’s also selling us a relationship.

This post was inspired by Terry Dresbach, who has been exceptionally chatty on Instagram lately.

So, who manifested Claire better?

Terry or Sam?

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And while we’re at it, let’s take a moment to appreciate one small but rather significant detail:

Lady Agnew of Lochnaw is the original Claire, while CMB is ⤵️⤵️⤵️

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A situation like this is something that the narrative cannot touch, so the truth was bound to reveal itself, and it did!❤️

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S: Good?

C: Home?

S: Uh huh.

C: Look at me.

B: No!

C: Please (unintelligible)

B: (unintelligible)

B: Why?

B: Dad?

You know who else always had a professional life conveniently wrapped in mystery?

Anthony G. McGill

And perhaps some of you have been around long enough to remember how fascinatingly flexible his professional biography used to be.

In the beginning, we had the rather generic “works in finance.” Then, somewhere along the way, the story became considerably more interesting. Anthony was apparently the owner of a bar in London. Or perhaps two bars, depending on which version happened to be circulating at the time.

And eventually, after a few adjustments and upgrades, we arrived at the title that seemed to stick, music producer.

Quite the professional journey, when you think about it.

The interesting part, of course, was never simply what Anthony supposedly did for a living. It was watching his professional story become a little more polished and impressive as the years went by, while actual details remained remarkably scarce.

A vague job becomes a business. A business becomes multiple businesses. And eventually, we land on something suitably glamorous for the narrative.

Until one version is repeated often enough that everyone simply starts treating it as established fact.

Perhaps that’s why watching another mysterious professional biography being slowly assembled feels so familiar.

Some of us have been here long enough to recognize the process.

Last December, when Starz unveiled the first promotional images for the final season of Outlander, I wrote a rather melancholy post about how disappointed I was by its relentlessly bleak aesthetic. To me, the show’s visual identity had drifted away from the warmth, romance, and emotional richness that once defined it, replacing them with anxiety, darkness, and an almost oppressive sense of gloom.

In other words, I had some very serious thoughts about very gloomy aesthetics.

Then, a few days ago, Starz released the promotional photos for Season 2 of Blood of My Blood.

They’re styled almost exactly like the recent Outlander portraits.

And I burst out laughing.

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Is there really no one in that marketing department who looked at these images and thought, “Maybe this isn’t working”? They don’t look authentic. They look like a caricature of drama. Like a cheap imitation. Like someone tried very hard to reproduce the original formula, missed the mark entirely, and ended up with something so awkward that it’s impossible to take seriously.

And forgive me, Jeremy Irvine - this really isn’t personal - but… was that genuinely the strongest shot of him with a sword? If it was, they should have put the sword aside and kept shooting until they got a photograph that felt genuinely promotional instead of accidentally comical.

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Sam, congratulations on your engagement!

She always pops up around one of his events, and she always makes sure everyone knows when she's nearby, especially after he's reportedly been spotted somewhere and she just happens to be in the area. I guess that's part of the job.