Outlander

Outlander is a story about a married Englishwoman, Claire, who while staying in Scotland touches a fairy rock and transports into 1740's Scotland and finds herself surrounded by clansmen (the Scottish tribe type, not the racists). She is from the 1940's where life for women isn't super ideal, but better than the 1700's. She saves a gorgeous clansman, Jamie,  and finds herself in a predicament where to save herself, she must marry the him, reminding her that she has a  Historian husband, Frank who she hadn't seen for 5 years and was trying to rekindle the spark with in the 1940's is looking for her.

This is how Claire handles her situation vs how I would handle the situation. The conversation is between Claire and the clansmen

Claire: "This is my only way I can live, if I marry him?" *tears stream down her face staring at the marriage contract loosely held in her hand*

Me: "Hell yea let's do this" *cracking neck to limber up, handing over a signed marriage contract*

Clansmen to Claire: "Yes legally this is the only thing that will keep you alive"

Me: *untying my corset* "Fuck, anyone wanna give me a hand, this thing is so freaking tight"

Clansmen to Me: "That's quite a mouth for a lassie"

Me: *Slightly higher pitched* "That's quite a mouth for a lassie." *Sits on the ground and starts pulling boots off*

Claire: "And I'm to marry Jamie?"

Jamie: "Yes I wanted to save you."

Me: "So you swear its Jamie?" 

Jamie to Me: "Yes I wanted to save you" *corset, petticoat, and boots now lay in a heap on the grassy knoll as I toss my old wedding ring into the river*

Clansmen to Me: "Whatta yeh doing lass?"

Me: "I heard you say consummate and we need witnesses, so yeah" *walking over barefooted and out to Jamie unpinning his family crest pin from his kilt to loosen"

Clansmen to Me: "I dinna think the law truly means we must watch"

Me: "Whatever do what you want, the document is signed, I've had a ceremony before" *Starting to kiss Jamie and hopping up into his arms knocking him backwards onto the ground*

Claire: *bitchily drinking and scowling the entire evening to get liquored crying at the thought of the wedding for hours*

Jamie to Me: "Aye lass, we can go slow, I will nah hurt yeh I promise" *Jamie is shirtless exposing perfect abs and large hard biceps*

Me: *pressing my hand to his mouth* "shush, Fred is gone now, its you and me forever"

Jamie to Me: "Fred? Dinna yeh say Frank before?"

Me: *Straddling Jamie topless in front of the clansmen* "Whats his face is gone, you're my husband now, I genuinely couldn't be happier." *More kissing as I am flopped onto my back kissing Jamie and the scene fade to the next morning*

Claire: *Still crying the next morning still unconsummated*

Me: *Tears streaming down my face walking bowlegged over to kiss Jamie* "Jamie, you're perfect"

Jamie to Me: *Guzzling water and panting in between gulps* "You're mine."

In conclusion. For fuck sake Claire. He's beautiful and sweet, and your husband won't be born for 160 years and you were already on the skits. Marry the beautiful kind hearted man and stop whining.