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Well, Sam posted himself

And I see he is not alone with Alex...

I spy his Twist London friends...that he has known since before OL

Also friends with Luke, Matt, Tobias and Kit Harington, they host the annual poker tournament

They come to LA every year for Oscars and stay for a bit

Last year they followed Cait and Alex while in LA on the same day...right after Vegas...Sam tweeted that day that he had seen Cait...lol yeah, obviously

Imo, since they are in the alcohol and catering business, they are likely all in business together aside from being old friends

I'm assuming business as well as fun

Like I said, they run a catering and alcohol business

He also owns a bar in London...

Now that is a guy who runs a successful business lol take note Tony lol

Sam wants to sell his whisky in the UK, seems logical these guys would be involved

Plus they are old friends...since before OL

I suspected that for a while, ever since they followed Cait and Alex last year...

Awww, does that mean Sam and Sophie is a no-go? Sad… lol lol

Maybe it’s Sam and Lauren..ohhh… Maybe it’s Cait and Sophie…Plot Twist!

I mean, huge eye roll at this Anon… 

Do yourself a favor and stop analyzing shit like that

What I will say though about this pic is that it’s ridiculous production didn’t request all the cast leads be in front… 

Cait, Sophie and Rik look ridiculous hiding in the back like extras and trying to avoid being in the pic… at least Sam and Lauren had common sense

I don’t know if they hadn’t arrived yet or had left together but yes, there were a couple of group pics from the SA rugby game and in one of them SC were the only ones missing…

  Barely recognize Caitriona. She sure looks happy.

I debated blocking you because you are comparing ethics, integrity and morality between the antis and the shippers?  That’s rich.

No games played. Believe it or not, some of us don’t track Sam’s activity (outside of where it is show or Cait related) every step of the way.  I think I got one anon asking me after the Q&A on Wednesday and my honest answer was I didn’t know. Not a clue.  Not even a guess.

Here’s the thing, the information is not Sam’s to announce without approval from the producers.  It’s certainly not the fans to announce.  I’ve observed first hand where a celeb lost a great promotional opportunity (not a job but beneficial to their career) because the fans got wind of it and posted all over the place including to the organization providing the opportunity.  Celeb was PISSED.

So, maybe the fact that it is not being openly discussed in this small section of Tumblr is because people are being respectful of Sam, his career and the process that goes along with things like this in the entertainment industry.  And because a lot of people still don’t legitimately know.  I’m getting anons who for some reason would think I would post my guess in full view because a stranger asked.

He said in his IG Q&A that an announcement will be coming soon. 

Claire & Jamie at their wedding - season 1

Claire & Jamie at the wedding of Marsali & Fergus - season 3

Season 5 First Looks | Claire’s Surgery The Fiery Cross | Easter Eggs

Moldy bread / Penicillin

Of the various test substrates I had tried, those were the three resultant batches of mold that had contained the highest proportion of Penicillium — or what I could be fairly sure was Penicillium. There were a dismaying number of molds that would grow on damp bread, in addition to several dozen different strains of Penicillium, but the samples I had chosen contained the best matches for the textbook pictures of Penicillium sporophytes that I had committed to memory, years ago, in another life.

Ether

“That, my dear Mrs. Bug, is ether.” The swimming sensation in my head had almost disappeared, replaced by euphoria.

“Ether?” She looked at the distilling apparatus on my counter in fascination […] “Fancy! And what’s ether, then?”

“It puts people asleep, so they won’t feel pain when you cut them,” I explained, thrilled by my success. “And I know exactly who I’m going to use it on first!”

Dr. Daniel Rawling’s book

And still Daniel Rawlings had been a doctor. Reading his case notes, I could feel his care for this patients, his curiosity regarding the mysteries of the body.

Moved by impulse, I turned back to the pages containing Rawlings’ notes. Perhaps I was only delaying to let my subconscious reach a decision — or perhaps I felt the need of communication, no matter how remote, with another physician, someone like me.

Someone like me. I stared at the page, with its neat, small writing, its careful illustration, seeing none of the details. Who was there, like me?

Microscope

“Come look,” I said, stepping back from the microscope. Mildy puzzled, he bent and peered through the eyepiece, screwing up his other eye in concentration.

He squinted for a moment, then gave an exclamation of pleased surprise.

“I see them! Wee things with tails, swimming all about!” He straightened up, smiling at me with a look of delight, then bent at once to look again.

I felt a warm glow of pride in my new toy.

“Isn’t it marvelous?”

“Aye, marvelous,” he said, absorbed. “Look at them. Such busy wee strivers as they are, all pushing and writhing against one another — and such a mass of them!”

He watched for a few moments more, exclaiming under his breath, then straightened up, shaking his head in amazement.

“I’ve never seen such a thing, Sassenach. Ye’d told me about the germs, aye, but I never in life imagined them so! I thought they might have wee teeth, and they don’t — but I never kent they would have such handsome, lashing wee tails, or swim about in such numbers.”

“Well, some microorganisms do,” I said, moving to peer into the eyepiece again myself. “These particular little beasts aren’t germs, though — they’re sperms.”

“They’re what?”

He looked quite blank.

“Sperms,” I said patiently. “Male reproductive cells. You know, what makes babies?” […]

“Sperms,” he muttered to himself. “Sperms.” He shook his head vigorously, then turned to me, a frightful thought having just occurred to him.

“Whose are they?” he asked, his tone one of darkest suspicion.

“Er… well, yours, of course.” I cleared my throat, mildly embarrassed. “Who’s else would they be?”

His hand darted reflexively between his legs, and he clutched himself protectively.

“How the hell did ye get them?”

Who said he lied about he house?

Imo it is all perfectly normal, Sam has a place in town where he lives during the week that is conveniently close to the studio and every day happenings in town... and then he has a house outside of town that nobody knows where it is, like a weekend getaway...Cait would appreciate that too I think...lol

The point is, he still lives in Cait’s old apt... which only makes sense in the Anon’s “they dated and broke up scenario” if they are still together... cause NO guy would buy let alone keep living in his ex-gf’s apt that he still sees every day and simulates sex with... 

I said from day one; I am a cathartic writer.  Its why I journal.  Feel free to just skip through, nod your head, disagree vehemently.  I am saying; things do NOT add up where you land.  STILL.

PATTERNS (not necessarily in consecutive or perfect order):

Tennis Match #1:  Pre-married couple (post-Fife); little to no interaction.  Cait mostly on her phone.

Met Gala:  The pre-married couple; next to each other.  Not interacting; one on his phone.

HW JodieFoster Star:  The pre-married couple; next to each other; no interaction.  (in fact, I made a new friendship this day as someone who was just leaving the “anti” side said there was as much chemistry there as her son and his goldfish to me in a DM).  Eventually, a conversation between Jodie, Kristen S and Cait, someone ignored, until a quick dismissive “this is Tony."  then, ignored again……….

Cannes:  Purse and sunglass handoffs, no interaction.  One picture of a "foursome:” Jack O'Connell, his best friend and publicist, Cait & Tony (her presumed assistant).  He was spotted later, with other publicists and on the phone also.  No one else brings their SO’s except Clooney.  He is allowed.

BAFTA x3 now?:  Little to know interaction.  Our lovely blond there one time. Then, post-engagement, we got the Bro-Hug-In-Your-Face caught and filmed by the Big Boss (who happens to own what?  1/3 of Ireland these days). 

GG x 2:  Little to no interaction.  

VF party:  Sam and Cait:  talking.  Two escorts; ignored.

Tennis Match, what?  #3, #4:  Pre-married couple, little to absolutely no interaction.

T2:  Well….we all know that!  The man was left in the dust but made a great coat holder.  Sam brought his platonic friend.

(All the while, indicating singleness in interviews, while simultaneously posting love poems and articles with pictures of Gena and Jon; Paul and Joanne). 

Colbert:  Tony left at the curb, with the working “team,” without a backwards glance; left to walk to hotel alone; bags in tow.

Kimmel:  Cait walks literally 10 paces or more in front of wonderful, shy fiancé; almost as if he is only part of her team.  (Strange, when BTS pictures of her with Sam, even in Daily Mail when someone had almost drowned nearby, her arm is looped around Sam, or she is hanging on him, multiple times throughout the year….)

Meanwhile: Scotch Talk and someone trying to hide, but not just quite, into Sam’s shoulder.  Meanwhile, during S1 and S3 filming, we have Diana admitting Sam bit her toes and they were poking each other and giggling filming S3.  Ok.  

Meanwhile: we have a photo-shoot, one for the books with some pretty intimate moments.  I remember a friend saying they were about to kiss and dang!  The film stopped….Shippers were mocked.  Until, the photo-shoot on the ship, for S3 ETW, they DID kiss.  That’s some great method-acting for a photo-shoot!  Especially, when you are in love with someone else…!

While I am at it:  You shoot 14 hours a day, but you still have time to binge-watch, karaoke, try sushi and whisky places in UK and US (caught a couple of times in the early days in LA), horse-back ride on Saturdays, merge charities, get licenses at the same time; train for marathons at the same time; rehearse for roles together, go shopping on weekends, play tennis, hike, go to rugby games, picnics and dinners with other friends, go out for coffee at new place, buy the other’s old place, hang out with her cat who is known to bite other people), troll the fandom on your costar’s rug in the middle of the night (which eventually became your rug), sleep in her bed with her cat.  But hey!  That is ALL taken care of nicely yesterday and sealed with a bow!  WE ARE FRIENDS.  WE HANG OUT.  They are totes free to roam about the ends of the earth now.  No questions asked. 

Meanwhile:  GG #1:  Sam caught with his arm around her.  Video of show catches them in their bubble.

Dinner Party at the Moore’s:  Sam laughing with woman (who Troll tried to say he was flirting) until it was discovered it was Cait across from him.  Big smile on his face.

BAFTA #2:  Intimate picture of grooming, pre-picture.

BAFTA #3  Unaware picture of the two, in their bubble, laughing.

GG Party (or was it Audi):  Immediate post-engagement picture:  Such a joke, to the extent people posted, “Caitriona, her fiancé and her boyfriend." 

During the "single period” (not sure if that was pre-Brian the financier or post): Binge-watching, karaoke,

Engagement:  #grateful tour (watch me as I literally have you follow me each step of the way).  Picture “leaked” of a foursome; with a literal claw of Cait, unable to fully loop around to touch Tony’s neck.  Why not do a re-do picture and make it a little more…intimate?  (PATTERN:  Sam, unable to fake intimacy with a blond ….).  Supposed “fan” picture when its actually a staged picture of friend, again, HE is there.  Dully noted, before the BIG news is dropped….six times, in fact.

#surprise!  It was “such a surprise!"  "I’m just glad he asked!” Except there was a convenient journalist there to catch it all.  And, a big announcement in People.  It easily could have been kept quiet.  But it wasn’t!  (Maybe she wanted it out there; so there would be no questions….); except, a story is being told.  It IS.  Its NOT Sam. 

Oh, happy serendipity!  A “journalist” yet again is at the right place and the right time to not just eavesdrop and get the “wedding planning” in full swing; but gets a picture.  A STAGED picture.  Again…why?  That is up to you.  You act coy; say it is “only for you,” but you literally tell the world WHERE to look for a future wedding……..

Sam, Always-Has-Eachothers’-Back Sam:  Wonderfully catches a nice little moment on his IG story and decides to share it on IG.  So kind of him to protect his costar’s privacy and her shy fiancé and blast a private moment to the world. 

#Stellenbosch #Somerset See the similarities?  Birthday rainbow followed by a timely rainbow picture with a blond (it took a little time to get the rainbow software “up,” but you get the drift).   Two private people indicating who, what, where and when during their private time.  Right!  Got it!

We are being sold a story.  The truth of the story is up to you.  The whys of the story we don’t know.  We are all guessing.  I feel stupid if I believe a marriage didn’t take place; when all of the facts and signs point to one in my mind.  I am unsettled when I try to land with she married someone else; case closed.  I am afraid to mention the other obvious “elephant in the room,” because ….wait for it…beard #4, which is always entertaining but not really.  I have, literally, two sets of data pointing to two different outcomes/solutions.  The rest of the fandom just believes everything they are told; sold and that is how it is meant to work. 

I have my own ideas of maybe why (man, remember Sam couldn’t even speak a coherent sentence S3 promo he was so exhausted, but still had to take his girl out every night….and look ridiculous in matching leather coats, still…an ability to fake it by that point).  So, why?  He doesn’t have to do that anymore, now, does he?