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(2) with a straight man, who was kind enough not to brutally reject my affections, but whom I knew could never love or want me back? It was agonizing and painful every time and to see it used in Outlander as a casual plot device is deeply upsetting. In the books, it is so clearly used as a means to make Jamie and Claire more dramatic and keep people interested. It makes me sick. I want to love Lord John, but the way Diana writes him with Jamie makes me so sad. I don’t see why she couldn’t
(3) give Lord John a happy story. And don’t get me started on Willie. It’s almost like Diana was trying to insinuate that John is somehow Jamie’s baby daddy (hence the killing off of Geneva). IT’S GROSS AND I HATE IT. Being in love with an unattainable straight man is a phase that all young gays go through. That’s fine. The problem is that Diana never allows Lord John’s character to grow out of his obsession. It is not realistic to believe that someone could be in love with a
(4) person who so clearly does not want them back. Not for so long. And, I have read all of the main books and the lord john series but she just doesn’t give me any reason to believe that John should even be in love with Jamie to begin with. They just meet, John is gay and Jamie is hot and suddenly John is in love with him. It infuriates me so much sometimes I can’t stand it. I know straight women love the idea of unrequited gay love, but god fuck please spare us.
(5) Fuck these Outlander fans who think it’s sexy to fantasize about it. It’s not. It’s painful. People need to be more considerate.
Don’t really think anything needs to be added on to. Other than…
I just want you guys to know that the woman of the confused lady meme is a Brazilian actress
it’s a scene from a soap opera. her character was called Nazaré Tedesco. This was one of the most iconic roles in all of Brazilian soap operas. So here goes another iconic scene (it’s Nazaré kidnapping a baby) that you guys can use to make memes:
I’m so glad this post is still going around
wtf this entire time i thought she was the tall lady from american horror story
I thought it was Julia Roberts
She’s also popular among the Brazilian LGBTQ+ community bc of a scene of her saying “lesbians. I can smell the leather from far away”
A/N: I’m so excited to be a part of yet another thrilling writing challenge in this fic community! Naturally, leave it to me to take a perfectly fluffy board, stick a knife in it, and twist! 😂🤷♀️
A modern day take on the Faith storyline, and what it would be like for Jamie and Claire to go through that grieving process together, and what a second pregnancy/the ability to parent together after losing their first child would look like. Naturally, therefore, there is a big old TRIGGER WARNING I need to place here for stillbirth/pregnancy loss. But I do promise this oneshot has a happy ending!
I’d known for four days by the time she came home from Tesco with a pregnancy test wedged surreptitiously between the milk and the K-cups. I busied myself with putting away the produce, feigning oblivion while she ferreted the wee pink box into the folds of her cardigan and escaped to the bathroom on the pretense of putting away the toothpaste and body wash.
When the door clicked shut behind her, I went very still, bone-white hands clenched on the edge of the countertop.
I already knew what the test would show. There was no doubt in my mind at that point.
I knew my wife’s body better than I knew my own.
Her breasts were an easy tell; she’d whimpered in protest when I probed them — gently, experimentally — while she slept. They were tender, aye, and the nipples a little more full already. The delicate veins along her areola were swollen with the increased blood supply, and as recently as that morning the color had started to deepen, darken. In a few weeks, I knew they’d be the color of champagne grapes.
At least they had been. Last time.
She had burst into tears the night before over a dog food commercial. She was short with me, quick to snap blazing whisky eyes up to mine and give me a thorough tongue lashing for whatever my perceived error of the moment was.
And perhaps most telling of all: it was the middle of March, there was still a dusting of snow on the ground, and my normally ice-blooded Sassenach was burning up. She kept kicking off the blankets in the middle of the night, scooting away from my body heat unconsciously when I tried to spoon around her. She’d started cracking the window and turning on the ceiling fan before bed, complaining that the bloody thermostat must be broken, because it was “sweltering in here.”
Aye, I knew. I knew fine well what the test would say.
Apparently, my wife had been less sure.
When the door to the bathroom creaked slowly open on its hinge, I stood motionless for a moment, watching. Claire stood on the other side of the threshold, just out of sight.
She didn’t move.
So I did.
I crossed the kitchen in careful, measured strides, gaze trained on that doorway, waiting for the moment I could find her eyes with mine.
When I did, I froze, every muscle in my body drawn taut, every hair follicle standing on end.
I didn’t breathe — couldn’t — and neither did she.
Tears stood like diamonds in her eyes, shimmering in the light. She looked up at me helplessly, her chin dimpled and quivering, and put a hand to her mouth to smother a sob.
I felt a crack through my chest like a gunshot, and then I was moving again, grabbing for her in the same moment that she reached for me. There was nothing soft or tender about the way we collided — clawing, scrambling to get each closer, tighter — frantic and shaking and terrified.
READING THIS FIRST THING IN THE MORNING WAS A MISTAKE!!!! I AM SO EMOTIONAL OVER THIS RN. I CAN’T HANDLE IT.
@smashing-teacups , my love, you are KILLLING ME with the angst!!! This one shot was so insanely captivating. I swear to god I felt every human emotion in it’s purest form. YOU ARE AN ARTIST!
Tori