Archives for the Date April 29th, 2019

I don’t understand people yelling and screaming that cait should just post a pic of her and tony to show they share a life. Caits never shared that part of her life, rarely does she even show her family or anything personal. And If cait did post a pic, she’d just be accused of lying and people would call it games and lies. Theres no right answer for her.

Well if she posted it now, yes. She’d be accused of lying and people would call it games and lies. Know why? Because it would be games and lies.

We’re all entitled to our privacy and if you want to be quietly engaged and keep your romantic life totally separate from your public one you are certainly within your rights to do so, no matter how big a celebrity you are. But you waive that right when you slip your official engagement announcement (minus an official engagement photo, which is odd in itself but I digress) to People magazine to be announced on your most public night at the Golden Globes ffs, and let your team plant your ring, and your announcement again, in a piece that compares it to royalty. Nope. You can’t have it both ways. You either are private or you’re not. You have to choose. And if you choose not private, and the relationship is real, then there’s no reason not to have shown at least a handful of organic looking pictures over the last year and a half in which you both don’t look like you just ate bad fish

rareaudreyhepburn: Audrey Hepburn photographed at her London…

rareaudreyhepburn:

Audrey Hepburn photographed at her London home for the Sunday Pictorial, May 1953.

“The will of nature may be learned from those things in which we don’t distinguish from each other….”

“The will of nature may be learned from those things in which we don’t distinguish from each other. For example, when our neighbor’s boy breaks a cup, or the like, we are presently ready to say, ‘These things will happen.’ Be assured, then, that when your own cup likewise is broken, you ought to be affected just as when another’s cup was broken. Apply this in like manner to greater things.”

Epictetus, The Enchiridion (via philosophybits)

avasetocallmyown:𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 + 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲

avasetocallmyown:

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 + 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱’𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲

“The way you make people feel is your reputation.”

“The way you make people feel is your reputation.”

Eugene Gess Man (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

Loss (Act II), Part Twenty-Seven [The End]

missclairebelle:

A little less than a year ago I mentioned to Tat and Kristin that I wanted to try something different for Act II of Loss.  I had no idea then how much emotionally exhausting work would go into writing this.  Here we are, with them dragging me across the finish line.  Between the ficlets, Act I, and this last part of Act II, I have written almost a quarter of a million words about this version of Jamie and Claire.  Thank you to everyone who loves them as much as I do.  I hope this is a good way to send off this act. 💜 

This labor of love is owed in no small part to the people who have cheered for me in the writing process.  I owe no small debt of gratitude to the folks who have been behind the scenes on this one: @sassenachwaffles (who at one point walked away from me in a mall based on what I said to her about this story), @kkruml, @notevenjokingfic, @balfeheughlywed, @thefraserwitch, @holdhertightandsayhername, and @kalendraashtar. This site is teeming with talent, and you’re all evidence of that.  You make me a better writer even when I don’t want to be one.

Act III is in the early planning stages and will be out sometime this summer or early autumn.  There will, of course, be ficlets in between. 

Without further ado, here’s the last bit of Act II.


loss: act i and ficlets

Loss: Act II: part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six|part seven| part eight| part nine | part ten | part eleven | part twelve | part thirteen | part fourteen |  part fifteen | part sixteen | part seventeen | part eighteen |  part nineteen | part twenty | part twenty-one | part  twenty-two |part twenty-three | part twenty-four | part twenty-five | part twenty-six


Loss (Act II)
Part Twenty-Seven

Together we smelled like a family.

(The scent of us emanated from common places.  Our things in closets.  Our rain-damp shoes in neat rows by the front door.  Our shapes molded into the couch cushions.  Our fingerprints on one another’s flesh.  Our small sounds as the white noise at bedtime.)

It was a Thursday night.  I was done with work for the week and drifting further and further from sleep with one leg dangling free of the bed linens.  

It would be a night of wakefulness.

However, instead of counting sheep or clearing my mind of the happenings of my day, I tallied the things that I had to accomplish before Maggie was entrusted to our care for the weekend.

(Our niece. Oh… I had a niece, a primer for the care of a small human of our own… I hoped).

I focused my attention on the shadowed notch in the ceiling above my head. The abstract indented shape was a result of an inebriated defrocking shortly after we moved in. (His belt buckle had made acquaintance with the ceiling as I enthusiastically ripped the belt off of my soon-to-be husband. He was properly bemused, and luckily the plaster was the only casualty, not one of his eyeballs.)

It was long past rain-sodden, velvet midnight (just as I started to mentally prepare a list of Maggie’s birthday treats) when Jamie told me without much of a prelude at all.

(It was the time of the night that he regularly chose for his quieted, secreted, sacred confessions.  

The first “I need you,” the seminal “I love you,” the proposal that made the melting together of our lives permanent.)

He had been so quiet that Thursday night. So still that I had not realized that he was even awake.

A little startled at his saying of my name (my Christian one), I jumped and turned to my side to look at him.  He was fixated on the ceiling (perhaps at that same clean-carved, belt buckle-shaped void in the ceiling).

“We were in Afghanistan together.”  

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