I agree with you there.

Pure magic!

I love those seasons the best too, I adore Angus, Rupert, Dougal and co

Die BESTEN BÜCHER aller Zeiten.Danke Diana Gabaldon

absolutely

Perfect comment!! I couldn’t agree more!

Sam/Cait🤗

Sam/Cait🤗

Sam/Cait

Sam/Cait🤗

What was the context of the last scene where Jaime and Claire were defending their home. I haven’t seen that season. Thanks.

​@@lseward21Lionel Brown's brother and his posse came to arrest Claire, because they believed she had killed Lionel. I cringed with each bullet that hit that beautiful house they built.😩

I believe it was because they accused Claire of murdering Malva .@@lisalivingston6473

No kidding. I just cancelled Starz because of that and won't resubscribe until November. Then when season 7 is finished, I will cancel again and not resubscribe until season 8 starts. There's no use in subscribing when the rest of their content is meh at best.

Outlander vibes

Outlander forever

I like Oulander mood

🤗🤩🎼🎬🎶♾✨💫

Das rote Kleid gab es schon ähnlich in Pretty Women

Beautiful red dress🤗✨💫

Beautiful red dress

Chanel mood

Chanel style

C est horrible j ai beaucoup pleuré aussi et je repleure à chaque fois😂😢😢😢😢

Love forever

Love forever

Love forever

Love forever

Netflix has 6 seasons up. Probably why Hulu doesn’t.

Jamie has the privilege to live in his own time. Put him into the 20th century and he would make a pathetic figure, in action and language. It is like trying to live in a very different culture. Try to do that. Then talk again.

@@pegapage9603 I have. My family sent me to live with a Mexican family when I had just turned 14. I was just learning Spanish at school and my parents thought this would be a great way to help me along. Boy was it ever. It was fantastic. I only once ran into another American briefly. I was forced to be completely immersed in a completely different language and way of life long gone now. The colonial town had cobbled streets, gas street lamps, and men who lit them at night and extinguished them at dawn. The family kept chickens in their roof. Fresh eggs daily. The family servant ground the masa and made the tortillas daily, humming all the time. Vendors selling milk came by mule drawn carts up and down the streets daily. My mamacita and her servant pasteurized it themselves. Another vendor came daily selling agua purificada. Nobody drank the water from the taps. You had to keep your mouth closed when showering. There was a special place you had to go if you wanted to make a long distance phone call. The family was very kind to me. They didn’t speak English at all, but by the time my 3 months there was over, I was felt I belonged and was even dreaming in Spanish. They took me to see the sights and visit their relatives in the hinterland. I went to summer school at the local university. In between classes I’d wander the beautiful old city on my own. I’d take local bus rides to the end of the line and back, with all the people chatting to each other and me, and laughing, and carrying their crates of chickens and bundles. Later I spent an entire year in Spain when Franco was still the dictator. I hitchhiked all over the country which was far from modernized. Very few Americans around. Both countries gave me the most enjoyable times of my life. Both were like stepping back in time from my very middle class suburban American life. I loved every minute. It was like floating on a dream. Living in a poem.