#claire beecham

[jaeausten]

Medicine and caring for the people of the Clan MacKenzie seemed the most logical way for me to earn their trust, but in order to do that without raising suspicion, I would have to find a way to apply 20th century medicine using only the methods and equipment available in the 18th.

Claire Beecham Randall Fraser in Outlander, 1.03, The Way Out.

[lagriffedemaho]

Claire & Jamie Fraser - Outlander

[nameofjones]

My bestie recommending that I watch Outlander after she just finished the season 1 finale.

Me after finishing season 1.

[phoenixflames12]

Christmas Eve, 1945

A/N: A small moment in my WW2 AU that began with An Endless Night and Vergangenheit  in which the Fraser’s celebrate Jamie’s first Christmas Eve home from the War 

On Jamie’s first Christmas Eve home, Lallybroch is visited by carolers. 

Brianna hears the carolers before she sees their shaky line winding their way up the drive, their lanterns bobbing eerily through the soft, star-lit dark.

She has curled herself up on the window seat in the library; the heavy moss green velvet folds of the curtains shielding her from view.

Bran’s head shifts under her hand, the heavy, comforting weight of coarse, brindled fur digging under her fingernails.

Large, yellow eyes glow back at her through the frosted windowpane, the reflection of the low oil lamps that her Mam had lit that evening glowing in their depths.

The Christmas tree glitters by the fireplace, the greenery shot through with the baubles and ornaments that have lived in the cardboard box that has been hidden under the stairs for as long as Brianna can remember.

They are baubles that she has traced the lines of with silent, reverent care as she watched her Mam cradle each of them out of their nest of newspaper and strawdust to glitter against the dark, sharp needles of the tree.

Baubles with memories that are as dear to her as the act of hanging her stocking alongside the fireplace beside Faith’s and William’s, watching the soft, dyed wool flicker against the leap and crackle of the fire, the fire of hope and expectation flaring deep in her heart.

It was an expectation that every year could only be quenched in the soft, frozen stillness of the morning as she reached into its’ depths for the soft, firm flesh of a tangerine and the glittering silver of a King’s shilling.

Across the passageway, the high, sweet alto voice of the solo boy chorister from Cambridge pierces the soft, comforting silence, cracking slightly against the wavering frequency of the wireless.

Hears the echo of the hard, hacking cough that has plagued her Da ever since he had fallen into her Mam’s arms on the station platform all those months ago.

She had left him sitting in the parlour beside a roaring fire, the wireless crackling through the Christmas classics; his tall, thin frame cocooned in blankets, Bran lying in a long, thick slumber at his feet.

‘Mam’s in the stillroom wi’ the mulled wine and Faith and William have gone tae watch for the carolers. Will ye be all right for a bit, Da?’

His high, fine cheekbones had been caught in the firelight, throwing the lines of his face that had haunted her dreams for so long into the shadows.

‘Aye, mo nighean ruaidh.’ His eyes had been soft and blue as they had held her gaze, the glimmer of what could be tears caught in their corners.

And then the moment had been broken by an onslaught of coughing; broken, bloody hacks crashing through his lungs, shaking his chest as they had risen over the wireless, making Bran’s wake with a disgruntled ‘whuff’ and her heart twist and break afresh.

‘Da?’

‘Dinna… Dinna fash a leannan…’

And he had groped in his shirt pocket for a handkerchief, the cotton soon soaked with phlegm and mucus, his shoulders heaving, eyes wide and pained as he had held her gaze once more.

It is a cough that she has come to hate, one that speaks of blood and pain and fear, of feelings and emotions that she wishes for his sake that he did not have to bear.

Just then, the back door out to the laundry green bangs open and she hears her Mam’s voice mingle with those of her siblings’ crisp against the evening air, welcoming in the carolers to the back kitchen.

The tart, warming scent of mulled wine infused with the preciously sharp notes of orange and cinnamon, ginger and cloves wafts through the passageway.

‘Brianna? Da? Brianna, where are ye?

Faith’s voice floats through the passageway and in a moment, her sister’s bright-eyed face that is flushed with cold peeps around the kitchen door.

‘I’m here, Faithie! What is it? Do they want tae see Da?’

Uncurling herself from the kitchen sofa and padding across the floor, Brianna finds herself smiling at the sight of her sister untangling herself out of her scarves. Their Mam has pulled the long, scrubbed table that has seen many wet afternoons making clay animals up to the door and is ladling up the steaming, softly spiced wine into old china mugs for their waiting guests.

William is perched up on the rim of the chipped enamel sink, deep in conversation with Kenny Lindsay, their legs swinging against the basin, only his bright, amber eyes visible from the folds of his scarf tucked up under his nose.  

‘Aye, they do. Where is he?’

‘In the parlour wi’ Bran. I…’

But before she can continue the warm weight of their Mam’s hand is gripping hers, steering her silently out of the kitchen towards the parlour. William is trotting next to her in an attempt to keep up, his eyes wide and shining, dancing from Mother to sisters and back again.

The caroller’s melody floats into the kitchen behind them, the words that she has sung so many times whilst standing for Midnight Mass in the hallowed knave of Broch Mordha’s Catholic Kirk sounding almost otherworldly.

‘All set, mo chuisle?’

Her Da’s voice is crinkled into a smile as he greets them all, pressing Faith’s mittened hands between his own as she bends to kiss him, Bran’s head resting on his knee, yellow eyes gleaming up at them all.

‘All ready,’ Claire murmurs, answering him with a kiss as she presses a sherry glass of mulled wine into his hand with a smile that Brianna knows she will never tire of.

The weight of Jamie’s knee against her back is a heavy comfort as she settles herself at his feet as the first lanterns weave their way into the parlour.

They come with slow, wide-eyed reverence- the faces that Brianna knows as dearly as her own family red with cold and shining as they take in the parlour. Out of the corner of her eye, she can just see little Euphemia Guthrie with a knitted hat pulled firmly down over her dirty blonde plaits, tug with wide eyes at her Mam’s coat tails, pointing up at the stuffed head of the great stag who presides over the hearth.

The carol has changed, the familiar words of In the Bleak Midwinter sending sudden shards of salt pricking at the corners of Brianna’s eyes.

Desperately trying to blink away her tears, she almost misses the sudden creak of the sofa as her Da rises a little unsteadily to his feet. 

Faith’s hand is suddenly hot in hers as they watch their Da cross the carpet to join the carolers.

Little Euphemia has moved out of the crowd, her dark eyes wide with childlike sincerity, reaching out a mittened hand to grip Jamie’s.

He takes it slowly, his wide, blue eyes shining down at the lass with her trusting face and quirks a smile for her that warms Brianna’s heart.  

Beside them, Bran has raised his head from his paws, his ears pricked at this new development, eyes wide and watchful as a clear, soprano voice begins the next verse.

What can I give him, poor that I am? If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb. If I were a wise man, I would do my part. Yet what I can, I give him, give my heart.

Together, the little girl leads her laird into the carollers and Brianna feels her heart soaring at the sight of him amongst them, thankful beyond measure that she can witness the way in which his face lights up at the act of being included.

Leaning back against Claire’s knees, she feels her Mam bend to her, a soft, chaste kiss nestled deep in her hair.

Slowly, Brianna swivels round on her haunches, taking in her Mam’s amber eyes glimmering in the lamplight and reaches up to take the fine-boned, calloused hands between her own, squeezing lightly,

‘Thank ye, Mam,’ she murmurs quietly as they turn to watch Jamie finishing the carol, his eyes that for so long have held only a tightly reined in pain, but now are bright with joy, not needing to tell her how much she means it.

                                                         Fin

[mentallyinwalmart]

[mentallyinscottland]

Claire: I need your help

Angus: great who are we killing

Claire: no—

Angus: I won’t do kids, that’s a rule

Claire: angus—

Angus: but the rule’s negotiable if the kids a dick

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Starting E7 of Outlander and damn they did NOT wait around marrying Jamie and Claire 😭

Am I mad though? Absolutely not

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New Ways of Turning Into Stone

A/N  Another long drive, another Outlander fanfic idea that dropped into my brain out of nowhere, shoving aside the historical AU I have been wrestling with for months.  Here’s the pitch: Claire Beauchamp is a psychiatrist specializing in grief counselling.  Jamie Fraser is referred to her by his sister, who is worried for his well-being after a series of family tragedies.  You can probably guess the rest, but I’m going to write it anyway.   The title is taken from a song by the amazing Phantogram that was playing as the story idea came to me.

After losing my WIP virginity posting Ginger Snap, I’m going out on that limb again and posting this first chapter with only a rough outline mapped out in my head.  You people are a terrible influence!  Also, there will be some trigger warnings on future chapters, so please watch out for those.   And now, on with our show.

Claire Beauchamp glanced down at the leather-bound calendar open on her desk.  The ivory page for Thursday was packed to the margins, each hourly block filled with the name of a patient followed by a series of cuneiform symbols she used to remind herself of the last session, course of treatment, overall progress, all while maintaining strict confidentiality.  Not even Geillis Duncan, her office administrator and very good friend, knew how to decode the script.

Geillis liked to laugh at the old-fashioned day planner, reminding Claire that their practice utilized software that could perform the same function electronically, but she enjoyed the act of physically logging each session.  The solid heft of her Mont Blanc pen in her hand, a medical school graduation gift from her Uncle Lamb.  The scratch and grab of the nub as it bled black ink over virgin paper.  It was a tactile ceremony in a detached world.  Geillis would nod and then tell her she needed to get laid.

Speak of the devil, a sharp rap on her office door was followed by the appearance of her strawberry blonde head. blue eyes alight with mischief.

“Yer two o’clock is here.  Did ye need more time tae finish bolting down tha’ chaff ye call a salad, or can I show him in?”

“It’s kale,” she defended.  “It’s full of anti-oxidants.”

A disdainful scoff was the only response.

“Yes, Geil, please show Mister...” she glanced down at her planner, “...Fraser in, thank you.”

The tiny rectangle contained only a name, which meant this was their first appointment.  Geillis vetted all prospective patients, but Claire preferred to go into the first meeting blind, with no assumptions or pre-conceptions.  

She wondered what misfortune had caused Mr. Fraser to seek out her psychiatric services.  The death of a child, perhaps, or the end of an extra-marital affair.  People grieved for very different reasons and worked through or around that grief with a surprising variety of coping mechanisms.   Most called upon her practice in much the same way they would a breakdown truck when their car’s engine failed.  They simply wanted to get back on the road to happiness.

Despite the degrees and accreditations that decorated her office wall, Claire wasn’t certain such a thing was possible.  In her experience, grief was a phantom limb that never really went away.  The best one could hope for was to learn healthier ways of living with it.  

The sound of Geillis clearing her throat snapped her back to the present.

“Was there something else, Geil?”

“Och, no’ really.  Just, when yer considerin’ how tae thank me later on, remember tha’ my favourite stone is an emerald, that I prefer gold tae silver, but platinum is ne’er amiss.”

“What are you on about, Duncan?”  But her friend had already disappeared back into the reception area, leaving behind only the glow of her Cheshire smile.  Claire was shaking her head, bemused, when another knock rang out, this one considerably heavier than the first.

“Come in,” she called as she looked up.  And up.  And up some more.

The man who now practically filled her office door had to be at least six foot four, with powerful shoulders and a broad torso encased in a blue henley.  His nearly endless legs were likewise muscular, as testified by the stretch of his jeans across each thigh.  As if his physique wasn’t remarkable enough, he had a head of outrageously wavy red hair, worn long enough to graze the tops of his ears and the nape of his neck, but swept back from a high brow by a judicious use of product.  His face was angular in a pleasingly unique way, with a day or two’s growth of beard counter-balancing an almost youthful, earnest appearance.  But his most striking feature by far were his aquamarine eyes that shimmered like a tropical sea.  Eyes that were currently observing her with perplexity.

“Dr. Beauchamp?” a deep Scottish brogue inquired.  He pronounced it as though she were French.

“Yes,” she startled.  “That’s me.  And it’s pronounced Beecham.  Please, come in Mister Fraser.”  She shuffled a few items around her desk needlessly as she tried to compose herself.  Damn Geillis for not giving her a bit more warning that her newest client was some sort of fitness model.

“Thank ye,” he replied.  “An’ it’s pronounced Jamie, if ye please.”   She added wit to the growing list of the man’s attributes.

If anything, he grew even more impressive as he approached.  She could see he was nervous, although hiding it well.  His striking eyes darted about the room, trying to get a sense of his environment.  She indicated the well-upholstered armchair that sat to one side of her desk.

“Have a seat,” she invited.

With a surprising amount of grace for one so tall, he eased into the chair but didn’t lean back.  The fingers of his left hand tapped restlessly against his thigh.  She watched him quietly, waiting for him to speak.  This was a trick she had learned when she first started practicing psychiatry, but in this case it also allowed her to continue her appraisal.  He was, she concluded, the most attractive man she’d ever seen in the flesh.

“No couch,” he finally observed.

“No.  That’s a bit of a Hollywood trope, I’m afraid.  Lying prone in front of a stranger is hardly conducive to feeling at ease.”

He nodded his acceptance of her logic, but was otherwise silent.

“So,” she spoke at last, unable to wait him out, “what caused you to seek out counselling, Jamie?”  His name suited him, she thought as she spoke it for the first time.  Both boyish and imposing at once.

“I didna.  Twas my sister, Jenny, who insisted I see a doctor.”  His mobile mouth twisted into a grimace.  She could imagine the sibling discord that such a demand would have caused.  Whoever this Jenny was, she was made of strong stuff.  Unfortunately for her, a hostile patient would receive no benefit from merely visiting her office.  Counselling was a participatory process, and she could tell from the stubborn set of Jamie’s shoulders that he had no intention of participating.

“I see,” she said carefully.  “Well, it’s your time and your dime, Mr. Fraser.  This session lasts for forty-five minutes, and you’ve not been here for five.  There’s a carafe of hot water on the table over there, if you care for some tea.  Or you’re welcome to just enjoy that comfortable chair for another forty minutes.  I’ll be working on some administrative necessities.”

She turned her chair away from him, but from the corner of her eye she could see his gobsmacked expression.  He had clearly expected her to cajole and manipulate him into co-operating, but that simply wasn’t her style.

“I meant no offence, doctor.  I’m certain ye’re verra good at what ye do.  Tis only... well, Jenny is my older sister, ye ken.  She practically raised me.  And so ofttimes she treats me like a muckle-sized bairn, and no’ a man who’s capable of lookin’ after himself.”

As he spoke, Jamie leaned forward until his elbows rested on his knees, expressive hands gesturing in front of his face.  Hostile to the notion of counselling he might be, but he clearly wanted her to understand it wasn’t a slight.  As a physician, she had been trained to never take a patient’s reactions personally, but it didn’t mean she didn’t appreciate the effort.

“No offence taken, Jamie.  If you don’t need my assistance, I’m happy for you.  That’s one less person hurting in the world.”

“I didna say I wasna hurting.  But I can handle it my own way.  I am handling it, that is,” he hurried to add.

Unable to sit still any longer, he rose and walked over to the small table where she kept an assortment of herbal teas and a tray of Geillis’ homemade biscuits.  Bending over, Jamie set about making himself some; chamomile by the smell of it.  The sound of spoon ringing off porcelain as he stirred in some honey made her smile, reminding her of Lamb and his obsession with the lost art of afternoon tea.

“Can I make ye a cup?”

The question was so unexpected, it took her a moment to process it.  The tea was there as a distraction for her patients, to give them something to do with their bodies as they worked through difficult emotions.  None of them had ever thought to offer her a reprieve as well.

“No, thank you.  I just finished lunch.”

He dipped a shortbread into the steaming tea, then ate it in a single bite.  Instead of sitting back down, he began to browse the framed certificates and photographs along the far wall as he sipped his tea.  With his back turned, her eyes dipped to admire his ass, which filled out his jeans perfectly.  When she caught herself, she gave her head a shake, appalled at her lack of professional detachment.  Maybe Geillis was right.  Maybe she really did need to get laid.

“How long have ye been a doctor?” Jamie asked without turning around.

“Ten years,” she replied.  “But I’ve only been a psychiatrist for the last two.”

It was a dangerous topic, and she blamed his ass for letting the words slip out.  Fortunately, his inquisitiveness took him in an entirely different direction.

“Were ye some kind of prodigy, then? Ye hardly seem old enough tae have yer own practice, let alone fer a decade.  If ye dinna mind me sayin’ so,” he added quickly, as though realizing what he’d just said.

“Not at all.  And you hardly seem young enough to be a, what was it? A muckle-sized bairn?”

As he turned to look her way, she understood the expression ‘shot-gun smile’ for the first time.  It spread across his face like a sunbeam, transforming what was already remarkable into a work of art.  If she hadn’t been sitting, she likely would have stumbled backward from the force of the blow.  Scrambling for something familiar to keep her from making a very grave fool of herself in front of this man, she clasped her clinical training with both hands.

“Are you and your sister close?” 

“Aye, when we’re no’ tryin’ not tae kill the other.  Our Mam died when I was only four, and with Da workin’ dawn til dark on the farm, Jenny was parent, teacher an’ playmate all rolled inta one.”

“You’re not from Edinburgh, then?”  Although what that had to do with his counselling, she hadn’t a clue. 

“Nah, I hail from a wee village in the Highlands ye’ve likely ne’er heard of called Broch Mordha.”  She shook her head to indicate she was indeed unfamiliar with it.  Jamie launched into a detailed description of the place, his hands sculpting the landscape out of thin air.  He obviously cared very deeply for his home, and she felt a twinge of jealousy, having never known that feeling of deep belonging  herself.

“And what brought you to Old Smoky?” she asked as he wound down, her interest piqued.  It was like slamming a lead door on his previously sunny disposition.

“Family obligations.” Said in such a way as to make it clear that no further words would be forthcoming on the topic.  She regretted her nosiness immediately, despite what it revealed about his emotional state.  Jamie was most certainly grieving something, but handling it he was not.

Before she could find a way back to the easy flow of conversation, a chime from her laptop indicated that the session was up.  She couldn’t bear to dismiss him without trying to set things right.

“Listen, Jamie, I understand that you only came here today to humour your sister, but I want you to consider something.  Whether we’re grieving or angry or jealous, or any destabilizing feeling, we’re often the worst surveyors of our own landscape.  Just like you can’t know your place on the sea without referencing the stars, it takes something external to ourselves to measure how far adrift we have become.  Your sister obviously loves you.  Ask yourself, what has she seen in you that prompted her to force you to seek help?”

They parted with cordial but muted goodbyes.  The door closed behind him, leaving Claire to stare at the blank rectangle in her planner that bore his name.  No coded symbols flowed from her pen.  When the door re-opened, it was Geillis, closing it firmly behind her.

“Weel, did I no’ tell ye?  Wee fox, tha’ one.  And he told me he liked my shortbread!”   Geillis said this as though it was some kind of sexual euphemism, which for all Claire knew, it was.

“Yes,” she replied distractedly.  “He’s very nice.”

“Nice!  Nice?  Tha’ man is tae nice what Wagyu is tae beef jerky.  Have ye completely lost yer senses, woman?”  

“Yes, well, he’s a patient, Geillis, as you well know.  And not one I’m likely to see again,” she added, acknowledging out loud what she already knew.

“Oh, no?” Geillis sing-songed.  “Thas’ strange, as he just made an appointment fer the same time next week.”

Claire’s eyes flew to where her friend looked on, smug as could be.

“Yer three o’clock called tae say she was runnin’ five minutes late.  I’ll leave ye tae think about yer... patient.”

Claire picked up her pen, trying to pull together something resembling a professional summary of her first appointment with Jamie.  Her mind replayed their interaction, but all she could remember was the way his eyes crinkled when he was listening attentively, the tidy half-moons of his fingernails, the seam of his jeans as it contoured his thigh, and the cymbal-crash in her chest that accompanied his smile.

Patient, she reminded herself.  Jamie Fraser is your patient. 

[jaeausten]

Frank would have laughed and said I fell for the oldest trick in the book. Ply the subject with food and drink, but all the while continuing the interrogation. I would have to be more careful if I was to survive my stay at Castle Leoch.

Claire Beecham Randall Fraser in Outlander, 1.02, Castle Leoch.

[pinselwurm]

2020 reading late round-up

i promised myself i’d read more last year and i did!  but i had no time to write this because 2021 has been too busy.  i read a book every 2 weeks last year and so far in 3 months i’ve only re-read 1 single book.  i meant to read more nonfiction but it’s almost all fiction lmao.  so much for reading theory.

34 finished, 37 attempts, 26 are Lesbian Interest, only 4 written by men.  so i had a very female and lesbian book year, but sadly very few were worth the read! i read a lot but i read a lot of absolute garbage! i can only recommend a paltry 6 books i read despite trying to read stuff i though i’d like.

highlighted “LI” stands for “lesbian interest,” as in, has a lesbian author or has lesbian/bisexual woman characters and themes.  some LI books have bisexual authors but les/bi f/f romance so they get counted.

100% WOULD RECOMMEND:

The Summer Book by Tove Jansson (LI) fiction

Land of Lost Borders by Kate Harris (LI) travel memoir

Aspen in Moonlight by Kelly Wacker (LI) romance

Sister of the Earth, ed Lorraine Anderson, nature anthology, didn’t finish yet but it’s really good

Cuckoo’s Calling by Robert Galbraith, mystery

The Silkworm by Robert Galbraith, mystery

RECOMMENDED WITH RESERVATIONS

Painted Moon by Karin Kallmaker (LI) romance, beginning was wonderful ending was weird

Sing, Unburied, Sing by Jesmyn Ward, fiction, depressing black intergenerational trauma

Grave Silence by Rose Beecham (LI) mystery, romance is disappointing but the protag was very authentically lesbian

Dear America by Jose Antonio Vargas, memoir, should have just been a long essay

Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens, fiction, too heterosexual and not enough nature but ending made up for it all.  goodforher.jpg

WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

The Price of Salt by Patricia Highsmith (LI) fiction, depressing and too many damn men

If Not, Winter: Sappho translated by Anne Carson (LI) poetry, i got nothing from this

The Whale Rider by Witi Ihimaera, fiction, movie is better/more female-forward

The Sealed Letter by Emma Donoghue (LI) fiction, terrible story but SO SO well written i flew through it

Desert of the Heart by Jane Rule (LI) romance, movie is way better and not steeped in depressing psychology

Of Witches by Janet Thompson, spirituality, not helpful or interesting

Poems by Rita Mae Brown (LI) bad bad poetry

The Weaver by Emmi Itäranta (LI) dystopia fiction, had potential but tedious

Evergreen Tidings from the Baumgartners by Gretchen Anthony (LI) family, boring and trite

The Left Hand of Justice by Jess Faraday (LI) romance, had potential but the author just fucking gave up towards the end

Uncharted by Robyn Nyx (LI) romance

The Order of the Pure Moon Reflected in Water by Zen Cho (technically LI) fantasy, i cannot for the life of me understand why it was written other than to appease her publisher

Not Your Average Love Spell by Barbara Ann Wright (LI) fantasy romance, boring

Month of Sundays by Yolanda Wallace (LI) romance, boring

Comrade Cowgirl by Yolanda Wallace (LI) romance, okayish

Sequestered Hearts by Erin Dutton (LI) romance, boring

Fever by VK Powell (LI) romance, awful

Whispers in the Wind by Frankie J Jones (LI) romance, boring

Treasured Past by Linda Hill (LI) romance, boring

Claire of the Moon by Nicole Conn (LI) romance, pretentious

Racing Towards Providence by Laurel Mills (LI) romance, awfulboring

Real Love by Jeanne McCann (LI) godawful romance, racist

Alice Isn’t Dead by Joseph Fink (LI) HATED THIS

A Single Man by Christopher Isherwood, gay depressing fiction

SO BAD I COULDN’T FINISH IT

Venus Envy by Rita Mae Brown (LI) fiction, WHAT THE FUCK THIS WAS SO HOMOPHOBIC AND MISOGYNISTIC BROWN WAS REALLY SHOWING HER TRUE HOMOPHOBIC-BISEXUAL FEELINGS IN THIS SHIT

The Hate U Give by Angie Thomas, YA, style is impossible to read as an adult, either the author is very skilled or very bad at how juvenile this read

[apunctureinthesky]

Chernobyl nominated 14 times in the TV BAFTAs 2020!

Winners of the 2020 British Academy Television Craft Awards will be revealed on Friday 17 July and the Virgin Media British Academy Television Awards on Friday 31 July.

LEADING ACTOR

CALLUM TURNER The Capture - Heyday Television, NBC Universal/BBC One

JARED HARRIS Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games, HBO/Sky Atlantic

STEPHEN GRAHAM The Virtues - Warp Films, Big Arty Productions/Channel 4

TAKEHIRO HIRA Giri/Haji – Sister Pictures/BBC Two

MINISSERIES

A CONFESSION Jeff Pope, Paul Andrew Williams, Tom Dunbar, Johnny Capps - ITV Studios, Urban Myth Films/ITV

CHERNOBYL Production Team – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games, HBO/Sky Atlantic

THE VICTIM Rob Williams, Niall MacCormick, Sarah Brown, Jenny Frayn – STV Productions/BBC One

THE VIRTUES Shane Meadows, Jack Thorne, Mark Herbert, Nickie Sault - Warp Films, Big Arty Productions/Channel 4

SUPPORTING ACTOR

JOE ABSOLOM A Confession - ITV Studios, Urban Myth Films/ITV

JOSH O’CONNOR The Crown - Left Bank Pictures, Sony Pictures Television/Netflix

STELLAN SKARSGARD Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games, HBO/Sky Atlantic

WILL SHARPE Giri/Haji – Sister Pictures/BBC Two

COSTUME DESIGN

CAROLINE MCCALL His Dark Materials - Bad Wolf/BBC One

JOANNA EATWELL Beecham House – Bend It TV/ITV

MICHELE CLAPTON Game of Thrones - Bighead, Littlehead, Television 360, Startling Television/HBO/Sky Atlantic

ODILE DICKS-MIREAUX Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

DIRECTOR: FICTION sponsored by 3 Mills Studios

HARRY BRADBEER Fleabag – Two Brothers Pictures/BBC Three

JOHAN RENCK Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

SHANE MEADOWS The Virtues – Warp Films, Big Arty Productions/Channel 4

TOBY HAYNES Brexit: The Uncivil War – House Productions/Channel 4

EDITING: FICTION

DAN CRINNION Killing Eve (Episode 4) - Sid Gentle Films/BBC One

ELEN PIERCE LEWIS Giri/Haji – Sister Pictures/BBC Two

GARY DOLLNER Fleabag - Two Brothers Pictures/BBC Three

JINX GODFREY, SIMON SMITH Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

MAKE UP & HAIR DESIGN sponsored by MAC Cosmetics

DANIEL PARKER, BARRIE GOWER Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

INMA AZORIN The Trial of Christine Keeler - Ecosse Films, Great Meadow Productions/BBC One

KIRSTIN CHALMERS Catherine the Great - New Pictures, Origin Pictures/Sky Atlantic

LOZ SCHIAVO Peaky Blinders - Caryn Mandabach Productions, Tiger Aspect/BBC One

ORIGINAL MUSIC

ADRIAN JOHNSTON Giri/Haji – Sister Pictures/BBC Two

ANDREW PHILLIPS War in the Blood – Minnow Films/BBC Two

DAVID HOLMES, KEEFUS CIANCIA Killing Eve – Sid Gentle Films/BBC One

HILDUR GUDNADOTTIR Chernobyl- Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

PHOTOGRAPHY & LIGHTING: FICTION sponsored by ScreenSkills

ADRIANO GOLDMAN The Crown - Left Bank Pictures, Sony Pictures Television/Netflix

JAKOB IHRE Chernobyl - Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

JOE ANDERSON Top Boy - Cowboy Films, Easter Partisan Films, Dream Crew, SpringHill Entertainment/Netflix

SUZIE LAVELLE His Dark Materials (Episode 3) – Bad Wolf, BBC Studios, HBO/BBC One

PRODUCTION DESIGN sponsored by Microsoft

LAURENCE DORMAN Killing Eve - Sid Gentle Films/BBC One

LUKE HULL, CLAIRE LEVINSON-GENDLER Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

MARTIN CHILDS, ALISON HARVEY The Crown – Left Bank Pictures, Sony Pictures Television/Netflix

SAMANTHA HARLEY, MIRI KATZ Sex Education – Eleven Film/Netflix

SCRIPTED CASTING sponsored by Spotlight

DES HAMILTON Top Boy – Cowboy Films, Easter Partisan Films, Dream Crew, SpringHill Entertainment/Netflix

LAUREN EVANS Sex Education – Eleven Film/Netflix

NINA GOLD, ROBERT STERNE Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

YOKO NARAHASHI, SHAHEEN BAIG, LAYLA MERRICK-WOLF Giri/Haji – Sister/BBC Two

SOUND: FICTION

DILLON BENNETT, JON THOMAS, GARETH BULL, JAMES RIDGEWAY His Dark Materials – Bad Wolf, BBC Studios, HBO/BBC One

IAN WILKINSON, LEE WALPOLE, FRASER BARBER, STUART HILLIKER A Christmas Carol – FX Productions in association with the BBC, Minim UK Productions, Scott Free, and Hardy Son & Baker/BBC One

SOUND TEAM Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

SOUND TEAM The Crown – Left Bank Pictures, Sony Pictures Television/Netflix

SPECIAL, VISUAL & GRAPHIC EFFECTS

BEN TURNER, CHRIS REYNOLDS, ASA SHOUL The Crown – Left Bank Pictures, Sony Pictures Television/Netflix

FRAMESTORE, PAINTING PRACTICE, REAL SFX, RUSSELL DODGSON His Dark Materials – Bad Wolf, BBC Studios/HBO/BBC One

LINDSAY MCFARLANE, CLAUDIUS CHRISTIAN RAUCH, JEAN-CLÉMENT SORET, DNEG Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

MILK VISUAL EFFECTS, GARETH SPENSLEY, REAL SFX Good Omens – Amazon Studios, BBC Studios, Narrativia, The Blank Corporation/Amazon Prime Video

WRITER: DRAMA

CHARLIE COVELL The End of the F***ing World – Clerkenwell Films, Dominic Buchanan Productions/Channel 4

CRAIG MAZIN Chernobyl – Sister Pictures, The Mighty Mint, Word Games/Sky Atlantic

JESSE ARMSTRONG Succession – HBO Entertainment, Project Zeus, Hyperobject Industries, Gary Sanchez Productions/Sky Atlantic

SHANE MEADOWS, JACK THORNE The Virtues – Warp Films, Big Arty Productions/Channel 4

Good luck to team Chernobyl!

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Claire of Broch Mordha

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Three vignettes into the life of orphan Claire Beauchamp as she grows up.

I'm so excited to bring this one-shot to life, as it's been bouncing around in my head for quite awhile! As you might be able to guess, it's a loving tribute to the Anne of Green Gables series by L.M. Montgomery.

Many thanks to betas @phoenixflames12 and @isitgintimeyet.

*Cragaidh = "Rocky Place" in Gaelic, Claire's home beautifully named by Phoenix.

12-year-old Claire Beauchamp bounded up the steps of the schoolhouse, the weekend’s revelations still fresh in her mind and putting a spring in her step.

After some deliberation, Murtagh and Glenna had decided that they wanted to keep her.

Though Murtagh had been dour and unresponsive on the wagon ride from the stagecoach, unsure what to do with Claire and her glowing observations about every tree, cloud, and rabbit seen along the way, she had carried on as if they were old chums.

He had even less to say when he had presented Claire to his sister as the “lad” they had requested from the orphanage.

“Claire Beecham,” she had pronounced proudly to Glenna when she was asked for her name. “Not Bow-champ.”

“What difference does it possibly make?” Glenna turned back toward her brother, muttering about what she could with a grubby child that had holes in her stockings.

But Glenna had eventually come to tolerate her in the past few weeks, while Claire shared some quiet moments with Murtagh watching the sunset in the evening. Finally, they had shared the good news with her.

For the first time she could remember, plain old Claire Beauchamp had a home at Cragaidh. After countless foster families where the parents couldn’t care for their own ill children, let alone a scrawny English orphan, Claire was where she belonged. It was a wonderful fact she was reminded of every day as she gazed upon the beautiful blue vase on Glenna’s breakfast table.

Claire waved to Jenny MacKenzie across the schoolroom as she shrugged off her coat and placed her dinner basket on the shelf above. Amid a few mishaps, she and Jenny had gotten along beautifully since Claire’s arrival. All her life, she’d longed for a bosom friend, and she had a good feeling that Jenny might just be it.

As her classmates settled in, Claire noticed that her usual chair was occupied. Sat beside Jenny was a boy she’d never seen before, with cinnamon colored hair and a deep tan.

Claire raced to the desks, eager to ask the boy to trade seats with her. She tapped him on his shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice her, continuing instead to chat with the other lads in Gaelic, as if she wasn’t even there.

Impatient at his refusal to acknowledge her, she began tapping her foot, the rhythm picking up as the moments passed.

“Aye, just a minute,” he drawled, turning to face her for the first time. He froze as his eyes swept over her. “S—sorry, lass. I didna see ye there.”

Claire rolled her eyes theatrically. Of course he’d seen her. He’d just bloody ignored her.

“Dinna mind him Claire, that’s just my clot-heided wee cousin,” Jenny cut in encouragingly, glaring at the boy. “Back from a trip to visit his uncle in Paris.”

“James Fraser.” The boy’s voice deepened infinitesimally as he extended his hand toward her.

Claire arched an eyebrow, unimpressed. She opened her mouth to beg for a trade just as Mr. Bain cleared his throat to begin class.

She harrumphed.

Best not get on his bad side again.

She took the nearest desk available, directly in front of Jamie so that she could still be close to Jenny.

Claire tried to pay attention as her schoolmaster droned on. She was anxious for their worktime to begin so that she could study quietly and let her imagination run free.

She felt something brush her arm. It tickled, but the sensation disappeared just as quickly. Then the unmistakable feeling of a finger tapping her shoulder followed. She rotated her arm to dislodge it.

“Lass… Claire…” Jamie whispered behind her.

“Leave me alone,” she answered through gritted teeth, turning her head to the side. She heard the scrape of the boy’s chair as he startled at the sound of her accent. Great.

“Miss Beauchamp, is there a problem?”

“No, sir,” she responded meekly.

As she tried to carry on with puzzling out the arithmetic exercises before her, she felt a tug on one of her loose curls but tried to ignore it. A sharper one followed, along with a hissed whisper.

“Sassenach!”

No. Not bloody that. Anything but that word that had been spat at her by countless asylum directors and murmured knowingly by overly-friendly orphanage patrons.

Claire stood calmly, chalk in hand. With a speed and force that surprised her, she pivoted and smacked her slate over Jamie’s tangled mop of curls. It made a satisfying thwack as it broke into two pieces against his apparently hard head, chalk dust settling over his freckles.

He looked up at her, stricken still.

“Claire Beauchamp, to the platform. Now.”

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Claire exited the schoolhouse swiftly, Jenny close behind.

After three hours of standing with her nose in the corner, followed by missing the meal break to scrawl a half-hearted apology over the chalkboard repeatedly, she was fuming. She was mortified.

Just then, a figure stumbled out ahead of them, shaking his red hair out of his eyes. “Look, I really am sorry,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I didna mean to get ye in trouble.”

Claire turned her nose up in reply.

“Perhaps we could start anew? Like I said before, my name is Jamie.” Before she could react, he took her right hand in both of his.

Claire regarded him for a moment, then wrinkled her nose. “My name is Claire Beauchamp, and I don’t like you very much.” With that, Claire turned away briskly, accepted Jenny’s arm, and they marched back toward Jenny’s house, heads held high.

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17-year-old Claire followed the pathway from the village toward home, still in awe. All that worrying, and the problem was taken care of. She reflected that she should have relied on God and her prayers more steadfastly, after all.

The apprenticeship with Dr. Gowan in Broch Mordha was hers. The other candidate had given up his own assignment for family matters, they’d told her.

Claire wouldn’t have to leave Glenna behind as her eyesight worsened, nor Murtagh in the aftermath of his mild heart attack and the stoop that seemed to increase by the day.

She'd been told repeatedly that the position she'd almost accepted was a fine opportunity, and that there was hardly a better learning experience for a woman to be offered. But it was all the way in Inverness, while Claire still longed for Broch Mordha.

Lost in her thoughts, Claire looked up again as she came into contact with a solid form rounding the corner of the shady, pebbled path. Lifting her chin, she met Jamie Fraser’s eye.

For once, the sight of him didn’t stir anger in her belly. She couldn’t help but smile as his palms settled on her shoulders to keep her upright.

For years they had competed at everything. The top marks. The best speeches. The most prestigious scholarships.

But Claire was now headed in the direction she’d always hoped. She could learn a bit more about medicine before heading to university in a couple of years, then study to become the doctor she’d always dreamed to be. And she’d heard that Jamie was well on his way, too. Perhaps it was time to put the rivalry to rest.

“Good evening, Jamie Fraser.”

Jamie’s eyes seemed to widen, then his posture relaxed as she greeted him, recovering his manners just enough to nod. “C-Claire. Ye seem to be in good spirits.” His hands fell to his sides, then tucked into his pockets just as quickly.

“Well, actually, I’ve just had the most wonderful news.” Claire rocked forward on her toes. “I’ll be able to stay in the village this autumn.”

The corners of Jamie’s mouth rose into a small smile. “That’s great to hear, lass. Congratulations to ye.”

“Thank you. I suppose I’ll be seeing you around, then?” Claire realized that might not be such a bad thing, after all.

“Och, a bit,” Jamie scratched the back of his neck. “I’ll be spending a good deal of time in Inverness, but I’ll be ‘round to see Mam and Da on the weekends, when I can.”

“Inverness?” Claire’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “What’ll you do there?”

“I’ve taken the schoolmaster position up there.” He hesitated.

“But Jenny said you’d be here…”

“My plans changed.” Jamie shifted awkwardly.

Claire gasped in understanding. “Jamie, was it you that gave up the apprenticeship with Dr. Gowan?”

Jamie swallowed. “Aye… I thought it’d be better for ye, to be around for Murtagh as he recovers.” He looked at the ground again. “And I’m no’ sure doctoring’s for me, after all.”

Claire raised her hand to his shoulder. “Thank you, Jamie. Truly.”

Jamie met her eye, cheeks red. “Aye, it’s nothin’.”

She shook her head, unable to stop the grin forming on her lips. “Well, best of luck, Jamie.”

“Claire, wait,” he called before she could get very far. “Do ye think… could we ever be friends, you and I?”

She turned back to face him, feeling her cheeks flush. “I’d like that, actually.”

Jamie’s chest rose and fell triumphantly as he grinned back at her. “Do you mind if I walk ye home, then? I feel we’ve a bit of catchin’ up to do.”

Claire nodded, and they chatted all the way back to the gate at Cragaidh, walking side by side. It was easier than she ever thought it’d be.

Neither noticed Glenna peer out the kitchen window at them curiously as Claire shut the gate and Jamie gazed toward the doorway even after she had entered the house. Glenna shook her head fondly at the memory that flashed through her mind, ever hopeful for her Claire.

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 23-year-old Claire looked out over Broch Mordha from the heather clad hill they had frequented as children. She sat cross-legged, plucking at the clover below her feet, mind racing.

It might be too late, she reasoned. Even if he recovered, what could she possibly say to him now?

Jamie had suffered a head injury playing recreational shinty with his university friends, a wound that was immeasurably worse than any damage her broken slate could have sustained, years ago. He had been sent home before the term’s end to convalesce, but what concerned the town doctor more than anything was the infection set in from the deep laceration at the back of his skull.

“Jamie Fraser is dying,” Glenna’s adopted boy, Fergus, had announced with little ceremony when Claire had arrived home for the summer.

It was all Claire could think about. Jamie lay at home, dying, and they hadn’t spoken in months.

She had been utterly unprepared for a marriage proposal from one of her oldest, dearest friends. She’d never seen him as anything but Jamie, her school chum. She hadn’t known if she could risk one of her most cherished attachments for a fleeting romance that might not last.

Claire had only seen him once more after that dreadful and teary day. Jamie had been resplendent in his traditional tartan and kilt, standing a head above all the others. He had walked her down the aisle at Jenny’s wedding to Ian, a sweet, if quiet, young man from Broch Mordha. While standing next to him had felt as natural as ever in their long companionship, neither had been able to cut through the tension between them to exchange more than a few pleasantries.

At the time, she’d heard things were becoming very serious between Jamie and Geneva Dunsany, another Englishwoman attending the University of Edinburgh with them. She was from the Lake District, and of means. Claire wondered if she would even see much more of him once the union became official.

Claire, meanwhile, had been seeing a charming history student, Frank Randall. He had entertained her with anecdotes about this uprising and that revolution, and had a promising career ahead of him.

She’d thought she would be ready to accept Frank’s proposal as graduation drew closer. But when it came, she had panicked at the last moment.

As she reflected upon her decision in the awkward days afterward, she realized she’d more appreciated the idea of Frank, as he was similar to what she remembered of her father.

Upon arriving home after graduation, Claire realized that every corner of Broch Mordha that she visited reminded her of Jamie.

The only place she hadn’t dared to go was Jamie’s home at Lallybroch. She wasn’t sure in what condition she would find him. Nevertheless, she had to decide what she wished to tell him. Would she just wish him well, then part ways again, leaving them each with only distant memories of each other? Or could there still be some hope for them? She would start small, if she had to. If they could only even be friends again…

The shuffle of footsteps behind startled Claire from her thoughts. Likely Fergus had come to fetch her – Glenna probably needed help in the kitchen, or Murtagh wanted her to fetch something from the village.

Turning, she saw a figure about two feet taller than Fergus; squinting upwards, she saw the familiar glint of auburn curls catching the sun's rays. With her heart suddenly sounding impossibly loud as it thundered in her ears, she scrambled to her knees. “Ja – you’re awake! You’re up!” With wide eyes, she looked behind him at the uneven path he’d just traversed to climb the hill.

Jamie squatted awkwardly to sit down across from her.

“Christ! Be careful!” Claire reached out to steady him by instinct, terrified that he’d lose his balance and it’d be too late before she could find someone to help move him.

She finally got a good look at his face as he settled. His skin was much paler than she’d like, and there were dark circles under his eyes that betrayed how much the climb had cost him. But the small smile he gave her revealed him to be in the same spirits as always.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hullo,” she answered softly.

Claire realized she’d just said more words to him than she had in two years.

Jamie studied her face, then met her eye. “How were yer travels home?”

“Just fine,” Claire nodded, feeling her cheeks grow pink. The relief of seeing him alright, combined with his mere presence, was making it hard for her to concentrate. “A train ride like any other.”

“And graduation? I suppose it was bonny. I’m that sorry I missed it.”

“Oh, but don’t worry about that, you’ll have plenty of time to make up your work and finish your degree in the autumn.”

He looked down at the view below them, then turned back with his gaze piercing into hers. “I canna say I’m verra concerned about that, just now.” He scooted closer to her. “Even after everything, I have no’ been able to stop thinkin’ of ye, lass.” His chin trembled.

Claire held her breath, not sure if she could believe her ears.

Jamie lifted her right hand and held it to his heart. “Claire, if ye still feel the same, ye must tell me, and I’ll no’ bother you again…”

She reached out and placed her shaking left palm to Jamie’s warm cheek. He leaned into it, eyes fluttering shut.

“Claire, would you reconsider becoming my wife?”

With a small sob, Claire leapt toward him, knocking him to the ground in his weakened state.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Their lips met at last, gently at first, but suddenly fiercer with reunion and possession. Still sweeter than Claire could have ever imagined.

She ran her hand through his hair, fingers finding the place where the shorn curls were growing back after his injury. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “About before.”

He shook his head, just barely. “Think nothing of it, lass. We both still had some growing up to do, aye?”

Claire tightened her grip on his hand. He was right, but she regretted that it had probably been more on her part.

Jamie must have seen the question in her eyes. “Gillian Edgars from uni wrote to me, said ye’d broken up with Randall, and no’ to give up on ye just yet,” the side of his mouth twisted upward. “Dr. Gowan found my recovery thereafter near miraculous.”

They stayed until sunset, basking in the privilege of touching, kissing, and dreaming together at last.

He ran his thumb over her left knuckle, where his class ring now rested. “We both still have a bit of studying left to do,” he reasoned at last. “Ye with medical school and I to grasp the running of things at Lallybroch.” Sitting up, he pulled her close, so that her head rested against his shoulder.

She buried her face there, where she could feel the vibration of his next words.

“Will ye wait for us, Claire?” The words were a thick swallow that she almost missed. “Even when the time comes, I’m no’ likely to be able to adorn you with pearls and such fine things.”

Unable to stop smiling, Claire shifted so that her forehead pressed against his. “I just want you.”

Fin.

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Grant Us Thy Peace: Jamie’s Faith

Before we begin, I am going to make a disclaimer and say that this analysis is going to step around the elephant in the room in this episode, acknowledge it yes, but leave the discussion of it to people who are better equipped at a clear and forthright debate- namely @lenny9987, @muykonos when she’s seen the episode, @abbydebeaupreposts, @abreathofsnowandashes, @gotham-ruaidh  and @drunklander. 

Instead, as a white Scottish 20 something, Christian woman, I am going to focus on the importance Jamie’s faith and the prayer at the end of the episode.

Throughout my reading of the book series, one of the many things that drew me to Jamie and Claire’s characters was their Catholic faith and how they use it in order to persevere in times of adversary. Thus far, the show has done very little to open up discussions about that faith, cutting the immensely important prayer scene in Voyager when Jamie prays for his wife and daughter and Claire commits Jamie’s soul to the Heavenly Father and only giving us a snippet of it when Willie asks him whom he prays for when looking at the carved statues of the Virgin Mary and St Anthony and have shown nothing of Claire fulfilling Jamie’s last, unsaid request by having Brianna brought up as a Catholic. 

So to see how the show approached Rufus’s death and also blended it with a visual discussion of the Fraser-Mackenzie-Cameron-Murray faith (because Young Ian would have been brought up as a Catholic by Jenny and the elder Ian, I’m pretty sure) was a revelation. 

The Celtic prayer for Grace that Jamie pronounces over Rufus’s departed soul before he acts as a reverse Joseph of Arimathea as he steps out onto the veranda to meet the baying mob of land owners and hands over Rufus’s body to be lynced took my breath away. I was blinking back tears when the body was lynched in a reverse act of the crucifixion and yet I knew, as did Jamie and Claire and hopefully young Ian, that his soul was already gone, cleansed by the soft, deep cadences of the Grace. 

Grant to us, Thou Saviour of Glory, The fear of God, the love of God, and His affection, And the will of God to do on earth at all times As angels and saints do in heaven; Each day and night give us Thy peace.    Each day and night give us Thy peace.

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Potential alternative FCS for Clare Stott? Please and thank you!!

Hey! Anybody would be great for Clare to be honest but some alternatives could include: Danielle Panabaker, Katie Cassidy, Rebecca Rittenhouse, Jennifer Lawrence, Claire Danes, Emily Beecham, Jessica Rothe, Sarah Gadon?? Anybody who fits the age would be fine though.

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Halloween?  No...

The NYCC Eastern Championships of Cosplay is a celebration of all pop culture. It is a craftsmanship award show with a pre-judging session and a stage display. All entries must represent a character or element from the pop culture realm and will fall into one of three categories: Armor, Needlework, or FX.

Best In Show

Bronze: Wonder Woman Silver: Mhysa Cosplay, Fairy Godmother Gold: Robert Lively, Emil

FX Winners

Bronze: Kevin Uribe, Hawkman Silver: Inked Cosplay, Corvis Glaive Gold: Paul D'Amore, Swamp Thing

Armor Winners

Bronze: Saman Droid, Auntie Entity Silver: Sutton Family Cosplay Gold: MJ Cosplay

Needlework

Bronze: Kevin Close, Tormund Giantsbane Silver: Liza, Claire Beecham Gold: Wayra Cosplay, Juliet

Sipping my tea and still without my glasses, the clown photo came up and scared me!  

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Noticias de series de la semana: Hora de aventuras

Renovaciones

CBS ha renovado Evil por una segunda temporada

BBC Two ha renovado Defending the Guilty por una segunda temporada

HBO Max ha revivido Adventure Time. Será una undécima temporada titulada Distant Lands.

Amazon ha renovado Modern Love por una segunda temporada

Cancelaciones

Freeform ha cancelado Cloak and Dagger tras su segunda temporada

ITV ha cancelado Beecham House tras su primera temporada

Noticias cortas

John E. Reid and Associates, Inc., liderada por un antiguo agente de policía pionero en las técnicas de interrogación, ha demandado a Netflix y Ava DuVernay por referirse incorrectamente a sus técnicas en When They See Us. En la serie se insinúa que la "Reid Technique" consiste en coaccionar al detenido sin comida, acceso a un baño o la supervisión de los padres. [Fuente]

FX ha despedido a Kurt Sutter, showrunner de Mayans MC, por múltiples quejas sobre su comportamiento. Esto no afecta a su trato con 20th Century Fox TV. Él mismo se describe como una persona abrasiva y desagradable. [Fuente]

CBS ha encargado nueve episodios adicionales de Bob Hearts Abishola, veintidós en total.

CBS ha encargado temporada completa para All Rise, Carol's Second Act y The Unicorn. No ha especificado el número exacto de episodios extra, que podría variar entre tres y once.

The CW ha encargado nueve episodios más para Batwoman y Nancy Drew, veintidós en total.

Megan Mullally (Karen) no aparecerá en dos de los episodios de la última temporada de Will & Grace. Se cree que podría ser debido a tensiones con sus compañeros.

Ashley Romans (Tabitha) será regular en la segunda temporada de NOS4A2.

Incorporaciones y fichajes

Carmen Maura (Volver, La comunidad), Cecilia Suárez (La casa de las flores, Todo por amor), Ernesto Alterio (El método, Días de fútbol), Carlos Cuevas (Merlí, Cuéntame cómo pasó), Alejandro Speitzer (La Reina del Sur, Enemigo Íntimo), el bailarín Isaac Hernández, Ester Expósito (Elite, Tu hijo), Pilar Castro (Cuestión de sexo, Los Serrano), Mariola Fuentes (Los abrazos rotos, Hable con ella), Eduardo Casanova (Aída, Gym Tony), Manuel Morón (Crematorio, La peste) y Juan Carlos Vellido (Hierro, Todos los hombres sois iguales) protagonizarán la miniserie Alguien tiene que morir en Netflix.

Lee Pace (Pushing Daisies, Halt and Catch Fire) y Jared Harris (Chernobyl, The Crown) protagonizarán Foundation en Apple TV+. Serán Brother Day, el actual emperador de la galaxia; y Hari Seldon, un genio matemático que predice la caída del imperio.

Sophia Bush (One Tree Hill, Chicago P.D.) será recurrente en Love, Simon como Veronica, la nueva novia del padre de Mia (Rachel Naomi Hilson).

Freddie Prinze Jr. (I Know What You Did Last Summer, Scooby-Doo) será Travis, el exmarido de Punky (Soleil Moon Frye), en el revival de Punky Brewster.

Joseph Mawle (Game of Thrones, MotherFatherSon) se une a The Lord of the Rings. Los detalles no se han revelado, pero se cree que interpretará al villano Oren, frente al joven héroe Beldor (Will Poulter) y la protagonista Tyra (Markella Kavenagh).

Meagan Good (Minority Report, Californication) y Raymond Lee (Here and Now, Mozart in the Jungle) se unen como recurrentes a Prodigal Son. Serán Colette Swanson, agente del FBI que trabajó con Malcolm (Tom Payne); y el novio de Ainsley Whitley (Halston Sage).

Ryan Robbins (Arrow, Sacred Lies), Mishel Prada (Vida, Fear The Walking Dead: Passage) y Timothy Webber (Once Upon a Time, Loudermilk) serán recurrentes en la cuarta temporada de Riverdale como Fred, el hermano de Frank (Luke Perry); Hermosa, investigadora privada de Miami; y Forsythe Pendleton Jones I, el abuelo de Jughead (Cole Sprouse).

Hallie Todd (Jo), Robert Carradine (Sam) y Jake Thomas (Matt) volverán al revival de Lizzie McGuire.

Zosia Mamet (Girls, Tales of the City), Colin Woodell (The Originals, Devious Maids) y Rosie Perez (Search Party, Rise) serán Annie, la mejor amiga de Cassie (Kaley Cuoco); Buckley, un actor sin trabajo; y Megan, azafata jefe y amiga de Cassie; en The Flight Attendant.

Lela Loren (Power, Altered Carbon) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de American Gods como Marguerite Olsen, nueva vecina de Shadow Moon (Ricky Whittle).

Brittany O'Grady (Stars, The Messengers), Shalini Bathina (Undergrad), Sean Teale (Skins, The Gifted), Colton Ryan (Homeland), Samrat Chakrabarti (The Sinner, The Kindergarten Teacher), Gopal Divan, Sakina Jaffrey (Timeless, House of Cards) y Emma Hong (Glass) protagonizarán Little Voice.

Noah Emmerich (The Americans, The Spy), Fred Willard (Modern Family, Eveybody Loves Raymond), Jessica St. Clair (Playing House, American Housewife) y Don Lake (The Bonnie Hunt Show) serán recurrentes en Space Force como Kick Grabaston, jefe de gabinete de las fuerzas aéreas; Fred Naird, el padre de Mark (Steve Carell); Kelly King, una contratista que ayuda a Mark a construir una nueva base en Colorado; y Brad Gregory, asistente de Mark.

Amber Gray (Escape at Dannemora) será Gloria Valentine, hija de un esclavo y dueña de una plantación, en The Underground Railroad.

Poppy Drayton (The Shannara Chronicles) se une como regular a la segunda temporada de Charmed. Será Abigael, una poderosa y misteriosa bruja.

Cory Hardrict (The Oath) será recurrente en la tercera temporada de SWAT como Nate, hermano de acogida de Jim Street (Alex Russell).

Anne-Marie Duff (Shameless, His Dark Materials), Rafe Spall (The War of the Worlds, Roadies), Mark Addy (Game of Thrones, Downton Abbey), Annabel Scholey (The Split, Britannia), Johnny Harris (This Is England, Fortitude), MyAnna Buring (The Witcher, Ripper Street), Ron Cook (Mr. Selfridge, Chernobyl), Stella Gonet (Holby City, The Cry), Faye McKeever (Trollied, A Confession), Kimberley Nixon (Fresh Meat, New Blood) y Duncan Pow (Holby City, Flowers) protagonizarán Salisbury.

Chris Cooper (American Beauty, Adaptation) será Leonard Geist, un botánico excéntrico, en la segunda temporada de Homecoming.

Kevin James (Kevin Can Wait, The King of Queens) protagonizará y producirá The Crew, comedia de Netflix ambientada en el mundo de NASCAR. Será el jefe de equipo en un taller que debe aceptar a regañadientes a sus nuevos compañeros millennials.

Jaleel White (Family Matters) se une como recurrente a The Big Show Show, comedia de Netflix protagonizada por Big Show, la estrella de la WWE. Se desconocen detalles.

Cristela Alonzo (Cristela, The Laundromat), Helen McCrory (Harry Potter, MotherFatherSon), David Suchet (Poirot, Press), Kit Connor (Rocketman, War & Peace) y Joe Tandberg pondrán voz a Hester, Stelmaria, Kaisa, Pantalaimon y Byrnison en His Dark Materials.

Ken Watanabe (Incepcion, The Last Samurai) protagonizará Tokyo Vice, en HBO Max, junto a Ansel Elgort. Será Hiroto Katagiri, detective y figura paterna de Jake (Elgort).

Dylan Walsh (Nip/Tuck, Unforgettable) se une como recurrente a la décima temporada de Blue Bloods. Interpretará al nuevo alcalde de Nueva York.

Keegan-Michael Key (Key & Peele, Dolemite Is My Name) y Dylan McDermott (American Horror Story, The Politician) se unen como recurrentes a la tercera temporada de No Activity.

India de Beaufort (Kevin (Probably) Saves the World, Veep), Michael Thomas Grant (Roadies), Kapil Talwalkar (American Princess), Alice Lee (Brittany Runs a Marathon) y Stephanie Styles (Bonding, American Vandal) se unen como recurrentes a Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. Serán Jessica, prometida de Simon (John Clarence Stewart); Leif, un programador desaliñado y dulce; Tobin, un programador inteligente pero sin habilidades sociales; Emily, esposa del hermano de Zoey (Andrew Leeds); Autumn, barista de la cafetería favorita de Zoey y Max (Skylar Astin).

Brad William Henke (Orange Is the New Black, Lost) será Big John Gray, líder de una milicia en contra del gobierno.

Abby Brammell (9-1-1, The Unit) y Bambadjan Bamba (The Good Place) se unen como recurrentes a la sexta temporada de Bosch. Serán Heather Strout, una mujer de clase obrera que puede o no estar relacionada con los asuntos de su marido; y Remi Toussaint, la mano derecha de Jacques Avril (Treva Etienne).

Karine Vanasse (Cardinal, Revenge) será recurrente en la segunda temporada de God Friended Me como Audrey Grenelle, socialite francesa con una misteriosa conexión con la cuenta de Dios.

Ashley Zukerman (Manhattan, Succession), Marielle Scott (You, Lady Bird), Shane Harper (Awkward, Code Black) y Adam David Thompson (Godless, The Sinner) se unen como regulares a A Teacher. Serán Matt, el marido de Claire (Kate Mara); Kathryn, profesora de francés y nueva amiga de Claire; Logan, hermano mayor de Cody (Cameron Moulène); y Nate, hermano mayor de Claire. Rya Kihlstedt (Yellowstone, One Mississippi), Camilla Perez (Gotham, Star), Cameron Moulène (Foursome) y Ciara Bravo (Wayne, Red Band Society) serán recurrentes como Sandy, madre de Eric (Nick Robinson); Alison, exnovia de Eric; Cody, chico de fraternidad; y Mary.

Pósters

                Nuevas series

Hugh Laurie (House M.D., The Night Manager) desarrolla una adaptación de una novela de Agatha Christie (no mencionada) para BBC. No se sabe si también la protagonizará.

The CW desarrolla una precuela de The 100 ambientada 97 años antes y centrada en los supervivientes de un desastre nuclear en la Tierra. Un episodio de la séptima temporada The 100 servirá como backdoor pilot.

Gabrielle Union (L.A.'s Finest, Being Mary Jane) protagonizará y producirá Tips, dramedia sobre una joven que encuentra una vía de escape de su trabajo y una ruptura reciente comenzando a trabajar como bailarina de barra en un bikini bar. Creada por Cherry Chevapravatdumrong (The Orville, Family Guy).

Apple TV+ encarga Mosquito Coast, basada en la novela de Paul Theroux (1981), sobre un idealista que se lleva a su familia a Latinoamérica. Escrita por Neil Cross (Luther), dirigida por Rupert Wyatt (Rise of the Planet of the Apes) y protagonizada por Justin Theroux (The Leftovers), sobrino del novelista.

Apple TV + encarga Shantaram,  sobre un ladrón de bancos australiano que escapa de prisión y se muda a la India, donde encuentra una nueva vida en los barrios bajos de Bombay y también la forma de entrar en su mundo criminal. Protagonizada por Charlie Hunnam (Sons of Anarchy, Queer as Folk), Richard Roxburgh (Catherine the Great, Rake) y Radhika Apte (Sacred Games). Basada en la novela de Gregory David Roberts (2003). Escrita por Eric Warren Singer (American Hustle). Diez episodios.

Apple TV+ desarrolla El Gato Negro, adaptación del cómic de Richard Dominguez sobre un joven del sur de Texas que quiere vengar la muerte de su mejor amigo y toma la antigua identidad de su abuelo, un luchador mexicano que luchó contra el crimen hace décadas. Protagonizada y producida por Diego Boneta (Luis Miguel, Scream Queens). Dirigida y producida por Robert Rodriguez (From Dusk Till Dawn, Desperado).

Hulu encarga The Mysterious Benedict Society, drama para jóvenes adultos, basado en la novela de Trenton Lee Stewart (2007), sobre cuatro huérfanos dotados reclutados por un excéntrico benefactor que los envía a una misión secreta. Creada y escrita por Phil Hay (The Invitation, Destroyer) y Matt Manfredi (The Boys, The Invitation).

Netflix Polonia encarga The Woods, adaptación de la novela de Harlan Coben (2007) que cuenta la historia de un abogado, todavía afectado por la desaparición de su hermana hace veinticinco años en un campamento de verano, que investiga ahora la muerte de un chico que desapareció con ella. Escrita por Agata Malesinska y Wojtek Miloszewsk. Seis episodios.

La segunda sueca serie original de Netflix será Love & Anarchy, dramedia romántica sobre una consultora y madre casada y un joven técnico informático que comienzan a flirtear y a retarse con cosas que cuestionan la vida moderna. Creada por Lisa Langseth y escrita por Langseth y Alex Haridi (Quicksand). Ocho episodios.

Netflix encarga la coreana Round Six, sobre gente que falla en la vida por distintas razones pero reciben una misteriosa invitación para participar en un juego de supervivencia para ganar diez millones de dólares. La historia incluirá juegos infantiles populares de Corea. Dirigida por Hwang Dong-hyuk (The Fortress, The Crucible).

Netflix encarga la coreana Extracurricular, sobre varios estudiantes de instituto que se ven inmersos en una serie de conflictos y acontecimientos que retan los valores y la moral.

Netflix encarga la coreana The School Nurse Files, sobre una nueva enfermera de instituto que descubre secretos y misterios gracias a su habilidad sobrenatural de perseguir fantasmas.

Netflix encarga la coreana My Holo Love, drama sobre una mujer exitosa (Go Sung Hee, Suits) que no es capaz de reconocer caras y debido a esto se encuentra sola la mayor parte del tiempo. Un día conoce a un holograma de inteligencia artificial llamado Holo (Yoon Hyun Min).

Fechas

The Moodys se estrena en FOX el 4 de diciembre

La octava temporada de Last Man Standing se estrena en FOX el 2 de enero

Deputy se estrena en FOX el 2 de enero

La séptima temporada de The Haves and the Have Nots se estrena en OWN el 7 de enero

Outmatched se estrena en FOX el 23 de enero

Duncanville se estrena en FOX el 16 de febrero

Tráilers y promos

The Crown - Temporada 3

Dollface

9-1-1: Lone Star

ZeroZeroZero

The L Word: Generation Q

Belgravia

On Becoming a God in Central Florida - Temporada 2