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admireforever · 4 months
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Love & Other Drugs
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Love & Other Drugs (2010)
Jamie Randall & Maddie Murdock
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realzayn · 2 years
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imdonnalynn · 5 months
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Complete Dutton Family Tree from the 1st generation to its current 7th.
Yellowstone, 1923 and 1883 Explained
The first thing you think of when you here Yellowstone...Dutton.
6th Generation - Yellowstone
・Lee Dutton (6th generation) ・Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (6th generation) ・Beth Dutton (6th generation) ・Kayce Dutton (6th generation)
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LEE DUTTON
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Yellowstone ・Son to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Grandson to John Dutton II and Unknown Wife/Mother ・Nephew to Peter Dutton ・Brother to Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (Christina), Beth Dutton (Rip Wheeler) and Kayce Dutton (Monica Long Dutton) ・Uncle to Jamie Dutton Jr., Carter, Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). 1978 - 2017 (41) Shot and killed by Robert Long during a cattle dispute between the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch and Broken Rock Reservation when he tried to take their cows back.
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JAMIE MICHAEL RANDALL DUTTON
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Yellowstone ・Unconfirmed Father to Jamie Dutton Jr. ・Biological Son to Garret Randall and Phyllis Randall ・Adopted Son to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Grandson to John Dutton II and Unknown Wife/Mother ・Nephew to Peter Dutton ・Brother to Lee Dutton, Beth Dutton (Rip Wheeler) and Kayce Dutton (Monica Long Dutton) ・Uncle to Carter, Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). May 12, 1979 - ???? (44) As of Yellowstone Season 5, Episode 8 "A Knife And No Coin" he is still alive.
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CHRISTINA
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Yellowstone ・Mother to Jamie Dutton Jr. (Jamie Michael Randall Dutton) ???? - ???? Last appearance was Yellowstone Season 4, Episode 9 "No Such Thing as Fair" and she was still alive after giving Jamie an ultimatum to either choose the Dutton family or his family.
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BETH DUTTON
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Yellowstone ・Wife to Rip Wheeler ・Adoptive Mother to Carter ・Sister to Lee Dutton, Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (Christina) and Kayce Dutton (Monica Long Dutton) ・Aunt to Jamie Dutton Jr., Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV ・Daughter to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Granddaughter to John Dutton II and Unknown Mother/Wife At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). July 18, 1984 - ???? (39) As of Yellowstone Season 5, Episode 8 "A Knife And No Coin" she is still alive.
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RIP WHEELER
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Yellowstone ・Husband to Beth Dutton ・Adoptive Father to Carter ・Brother-in-Law to Lee Dutton, Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (Christina), Kayce Dutton (Monica Long Dutton) ・Uncle to Jamie Dutton Jr., Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV ・Son-in-law to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Grandson to John Dutton II and Unknown Wife/Mother At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). September 28, 1983 - ???? (40) As of Yellowstone Season 5, Episode 8 "A Knife And No Coin" he is still alive.
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KAYCE DUTTON
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Yellowstone ・Husband to Monica Long Dutton ・Father to Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV ・Brother to Lee Dutton, Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (Christina) and Beth Dutton (Rip Wheeler) ・Uncle to Jamie Dutton Jr. and Carter ・Son to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Grandson to John Dutton II and Unnamed Wife/Mother At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). April 24, 1990 - ???? (33) As of Yellowstone Season 5, Episode 8 "A Knife And No Coin" he is still alive.
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MONICA LONG DUTTON
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Yellowstone ・Wife to Kayce Dutton ・Mother to Tate Dutton and John Dutton IV ・Sister-in-Law to Lee Dutton, Jamie Michael Randall Dutton (Christina) and Beth Dutton (Rip Wheeler) ・Aunt to Jamie Dutton Jr. and Carter ・Daughter-in-Law to John Dutton III and Evelyn Dutton ・Granddaughter to John Dutton II and Unnamed Wife/Mother At this time, it is unknown who John Dutton III's Grandfather is, but it is a tossup between Spencer Dutton (Alexandra Dutton) and Jack Dutton (Elizabeth Strafford Dutton). 1993 - ???? (30) As of Yellowstone Season 5, Episode 8 "A Knife And No Coin" she is still alive.
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eyecandyhoney · 2 years
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Jacob Benjamin Gyllenhaal From California, USA
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ops-quotei · 2 years
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Amor e Outras Drogas — 2010
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Today’s disabled character of the day is Jamie Randall from Love and Other Drugs, who has attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder
Requested by @tiredhobbit​
[Image Descriptions: Photo of Jake Gyllenhaal playing Jamie. He is sitting in a white bath tub with no water and his left over the side. He is holding a black cellphone to his ear with his left hand. He is wearing a pale blue shirt, red tie, and dark gray pants. He is smiling and slightly downwards.He has short brown slicked back hair and blue eyes.]
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tumblerzinhawordly · 2 years
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"Eu estou feliz neste exato momento, o jeito como a luz ilumina o seu rosto, tem uma leve brisa entrando pela janela, e não importa se eu tiver dez mil outros momentos como este, ou só este. É só isso, por que agora nesse momento eu tenho você."
-Amor e outras drogas.
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themusicsweetly · 10 months
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All the time the ghosts flit past and through us, hiding in the future.  We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway.  By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.
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rykemeadow · 5 months
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Claire Randall and Jamie Fraser OUTLANDER - Sassenach (S01E01)
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"I prefer the noose to your company." "Why?"
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admireforever · 21 days
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Love & Other Drugs
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clairefrser · 6 months
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When he pushed past me, he was close enough that I should have felt him brush my sleeve as he passed, but I…I didn’t. And then I turned around to say something, and he had gone. He just vanished.
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sassenach77yle · 15 days
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May 1, 1771 May Union Camp
I glanced sideways, careful not to move in case he was still asleep. He wasn’t. He was lying quite still, though, utterly relaxed, save for his right hand. He had this raised, and appeared to be examining it closely, turning it to and fro and slowly curling and uncurling his fingers—as well as he could. The fourth finger had a fused joint, and was permanently stiff; the middle finger was slightly twisted, a deep white scar spiraling round the middle joint. His hand was callused and battered by work, and the tiny stigma of a nail-wound still showed, pale-pink, in the middle of his palm. The skin of his hand was deeply bronzed and weathered, freckled with sun-blots and scattered with bleached gold hairs. I thought it remarkably beautiful.
“Happy Birthday,” I said, softly. “Taking stock?”
He let the hand fall on his chest, and turned his head to look at me, smiling.Aye, something of the sort. Though I suppose I’ve a few hours left. I was born at half-six; I willna have lived a full half-century until suppertime.” I laughed and rolled onto my side, kicking the blanket off. The air was still delightfully cool, but it wouldn’t last long. “Do you expect to disintegrate much further before supper?” I asked, teasing. “Oh, I dinna suppose anything is likely to fall off by then,” he said, consideringly. “As to the workings . . . aye, well . . .” He arched his back, stretching, and sank back with a gratified groan as my hand settled on him. “It all seems to be in perfect working order,” I assured him. I gave a brief, experimental tug, making him yelp slightly. “Not loose at all.” “Good,” he said, folding his hand firmly over mine to prevent further unauthorized experiments. “How did ye ken what I was doing? Taking stock, as ye say?” I let him keep hold of the hand, but shifted to set my chin in the center of his chest, where a small depression seemed made for the purpose. “I always do that, when I have a birthday—though I generally do it the night before. More looking back, I think, reflecting a bit on the year that’s just gone. But I do check things over; I think perhaps everyone does. Just to see if you’re the same person as the day before.” “I’m reasonably certain that I am,” he assured me. “Ye dinna see any marked changes, do ye?” I lifted my chin from its resting place and looked him over carefully. It was in fact rather hard to look at him objectively; I was both so used to his features and so fond of them that I tended to notice tiny, dear things about him—the freckle on his earlobe, the lower incisor pushing eagerly forward, just slightly out of line with its fellows—and to respond to the slightest change of his expression—but not really to look at him as an integrated whole. He bore my examination tranquilly, eyelids half-lowered against the growing light. His hair had come loose while he slept and feathered over his shoulders, its ruddy waves framing a face strongly marked by both humor and passion—but which possessed a paradoxical and most remarkable capacity for stillness.
“No,” I said at last, and set my chin down again with a contented sigh. “It’s still you.”
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Jamie’s free hand rested on my back, his thumb idly stroking the edge of my shoulder blade. With his usual capacity for mental discipline, he appeared to have dismissed the uncertainty of the military prospects completely from his mind, and was thinking of something else entirely. “Do ye ever think—” he began, and then broke off. “Think what?” I bent and kissed his chest, arching my back to encourage him to rub it, which he did. “Well . . . I’m no so sure I can explain, but it’s struck me that now I have lived longer than my father did—which is not something I expected to happen,” he added, with faint wryness. “It’s only . . . well, it seems odd, is all. I only wondered, did ye ever think of that, yourself—having lost your mother young, I mean?” “Yes.” My face was buried in his chest, my voice muffled in the folds of his shirt. “I used to—when I was younger. Like going on a journey without a map.” His hand on my back paused for a moment. “Aye, that’s it.” He sounded a little surprised. “I kent more or less what it would be like to be a man of thirty, or of forty—but now what?” His chest moved briefly, with a small noise that might have been a mixture of amusement and puzzlement.
“You invent yourself,” I said softly, to the shadows inside the hair that had fallen over my face. “You look at other women—or men; you try on their lives for size. You take what you can use, and you look inside yourself for what you can’t find elsewhere. And always . . . always . . . you wonder if you’re doing it right.”
His hand was warm and heavy on my back. He felt the tears that ran unexpectedly from the corners of my eyes to dampen his shirt, and his other hand came up to touch my head and smooth my hair. “Aye, that’s it,” he said again, very softly. The camp was beginning to stir outside, with clangings and thumps, and the hoarse sound of sleep-rough voices. Overhead, the grasshopper began to chirp, the sound like someone scratching a nail on a copper pot.
“This is a morning my father never saw,” Jamie said, still so softly that I heard it as much through the walls of his chest, as with my ears.
“The world and each day in it is a gift, mo chridhe—no matter what tomorrow may be.”
I sighed deeply and turned my head, to rest my cheek against his chest. He reached over gently and wiped my nose with a fold of his shirt. “And as for taking stock,” he added practically, “I’ve all my teeth, none of my parts are missing, and my cock still stands up by itself in the morning. It could be worse.”
Cap 58 HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU ~the fiery cross
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alicent-targaryen · 7 months
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CLAIRE & JAMIE ▸ Outlander, 2.6
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ops-quotei · 2 years
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Amor e Outras Drogas — 2010
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