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mockwa:

threw out the trash

the appropriate reaction to seeing a moose

Honestly that was probably the best thing a person could do in that situation.

Best “nope” i ever witnessed. 

Outlander: 10 Amazing Works Of Fan Art To Get You Through The Droughtlander

Outlander: 10 Amazing Works Of Fan Art To Get You Through The Droughtlander:

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“Jaime and Claire are the heart and soul of Outlander, and the talented fans know it. The amount of art dedicated to this ethereal couple would be enough to fill dozens of books …”

Wonderful to see this angle for an online article … and kudos to all the artists chosen.

Forest Love @veraadxer

Mama & Daughter @joaellaine

Dougal Would Be Proud — Aneta Lewko-Ślęzak

Endless, Colourful Love @marabarrow

Black & White Claire — Jamie MacDougall

The Passion Is Real — Victoria Rose

Murtagh Looking Sleek @brandeewine

Jamie “Piercing Blue Eyes” Fraser — Vered Thalmeier

Claire “Wild Curls” Fraser — lenihrorp

This Is What Love Looks Like — ana_chrom

Master Raymond takes Claire under his wing; he reveals secrets about the stones and the people who can travel through them.

No Fate But What We Make:
Chapter 1

|| Chapter 2

There is something comforting about huddling around a
fire with your clan.

I remember learning by firelight when I was a boy.

My father and grandfather patiently taught me the spells
of pain, fire, fertility, and healing. They opened my eyes to a world full of
spirits and demons and angels. They taught me the difference between red and
green and orange and blue auras.

Together on the sun feasts and fire feasts we would chant
in the stone circles. Dance around bonfires. Leave gifts for the spirits. And
walk through time.

I remember huddling with my wife around the hearthfire of
our own small dwelling, during the single blessed decade we had shared as Roman
influence waned in Gaul. Cradling our children. Teaching them the secrets of
plants, and incantations in my father’s dead language, and the joy and danger
of our gifts.

Claire was a direct descendant of my union with Leuca. Perhaps
it was Claire’s name that had drawn me to her at first – for Leuca’s name was
derived from the Gaulish leucos, meaning bright or clear. The two women
were separated by a millennium and a half. But the more I knew Claire, the more
I could see my beloved in her face, in her tenacity, and in her heart.

Tonight, gathered around the blazing hearth in the
backcountry of North Carolina, I watched the firelight play on Claire’s face.
And the faces of her husband, and daughter, and son-in-law, and granddaughter,
and grandson. The blue glow surrounding each of them was almost as bright to me
as the fire that warmed us.

I watched Amanda quietly toddle over to me from her spot
snug between her parents. She rested her small hand on mine.

You’re like us.

Her dark eyes blazed up at me.

Yes, mon petit. I too can travel through the stones.

Across the room, Brianna stirred. Claire rested a steadying
hand on her shoulder. I knew their eyes watched me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes
away from this very special little girl.

Why can we do it? Mama says it’s because Grannie can
do it
.

I caressed her soft cheek. Because we carry within us
a gift that many people forgot, a long time ago. It is our responsibility to
understand and cherish this gift
.

Amanda pursed her lips, thinking. Then she turned away –
but kept her hand on mine.

“Mama?”

Brianna cleared her throat. “Yes, lovie?”

“Raymond says we’re special.”

Roger wrapped his arm around his wife’s shoulder.

“Of course we’re special, honey. That’s why we were able
to come here. That’s why Grannie was able to come here first, before I was
born.”

Amanda turned back to face me. This time she spoke aloud
for everyone’s benefit. “But why, Raymond? Why can we?”

The fire crackled in the hearth.

From the mouths of babes.

“A long time ago, Raymond – before I came to France – I met
Roger’s ancestor, Geillis Duncan.” Claire gazed into the fire, one hand curled
around a glass of whisky, her other hand entwined with Jamie’s. “I found out
she could travel. She said we had the ability to travel, so that we could
change things.”

She took a long sip of whisky. “When Jamie and I met you
in Paris, we were trying to change things. We failed – miserably. In fact, I’ve
often thought that our actions actually helped events take place.”

“Claire – ” Jamie interjected.

Her next words came out all in a rush. “I don’t want you
to think I’m ungrateful for the life I’ve had. Because I’m not – certainly not.
I found the other half of my soul. Against the odds I made a family with him.
And here we all are, together. Because, in part, of you, Raymond.”

She sighed. “I know why I fell through time – it was to
find Jamie. But that’s the reason specific to me. Surely there must be an
explanation for all of it – for all of us.”

Carefully I lifted Amanda to my lap. One by one, I looked
at the faces of my family.

“I asked my father that same question, the first night we
walked together through time.”

“Ye learned it from yer Da?” Jeremiah gaped.

“And he from his father before him. I wasn’t much older
than Amanda. It was the summer solstice. Father chanted the prayer, then lay my
hand on the stone.”

“Where was this?” Brianna asked softly.

“The Romans called it Gaul. In your time you know it as
France. Near what is now Verdun, to be specific.”

“And when was this?”

I considered how to answer. “We kept track of time differently
in those days. By my calculation, about four hundred years before Jesus of
Nazareth.”

“Christ,” Jamie breathed.

“What about your father?” Roger sat up a bit straighter
beside his wife. “When was he from?”

“I do not know the year. But he did tell me how he and
his clan would paint inside caves, and perform rituals there. I visited once,
when I spent some time in Lascaux in the 1980s.” I cleared my throat. “Anyway –
when we passed through the stone, I could see what I now know to be wagons and
carts. Hundreds of men running in all directions. Loud explosions. The earth
erupting in flame.”

“The First World War.” Roger rubbed his face with his
hands. “Holy God.”

“Father and I returned immediately, of course. I remember
resting against another stone in the circle, terrified. I was shaking very
hard. But I’ll never forget what he told me.”

I paused. Memory was a funny thing – one does not think
about an event for years, and all of a sudden every small detail floods back.
The way the clouds caught the sunset. The sharp tang of crushed grass beneath
my shoes. The cool sweat trickling down the back of my neck.

“Father said that ours is a heavy burden to bear. For we touch
the pulse of time. But that in exchange for this burden, we have a gift that
cannot be matched.”

“Which is?” Claire’s voice lifted in anticipation.

“To change things.”

Her brows furrowed. Skeptical. “But –”

“I have enriched the lives of those I care for. I saved
your life. Did I not change things? What about the hundreds of people you have
healed – have you not changed things?”

“Ye told Jenny to plant potatos at Lallybroch.” Jamie’s
voice was so gentle. “Did ye no’ change things for our family – helped them
stay alive?”

“But just because we can change things, doesna mean we
should.” Roger crossed his legs. “Before Bree and I came back – I visited Jamie’s
home in Scotland, not long before his father died. I could have warned him of
what was to come. But that would have changed things – and perhaps Jamie would
never have met Claire.”

“But you do not know that for certain,” I gently chided. “Yes
of course you could have changed that course. But you could also have set
another course which would have led to the same conclusion. You will never
know.”

I shifted Amanda to my other knee. “We have all changed things.
I could have chosen to not heal you, Claire – and yet, here you are. You could
have chosen to not return to Jamie – and yet you did, and one would argue you
have these two beautiful grandchildren as a result.”

Claire sighed.

I closed my eyes. “Father said it was my responsibility
to change the lives of my family, and those within my care. I hope I have lived
up to that responsibility.”

The room settled into silence. Images from eight
centuries flashed in my memory. As did my visit to this same home, a century
hence, in the aftermath of yet another war.

Amanda patted my hand. “I like being your family.”

I kissed the top of her head. “As do I, petite fille.”

“As do I,” Claire echoed, crossing the room and
enfolding me in her embrace.

All the Shine of a Thousand Spotlights

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One chapter left folks! Thanks for sticking around and reading! 

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Chapter Seventeen – The Winner Takes It All

Ten days remained until it was time for the Tony Awards. I knew Jamie was starting to get nervous, no matter how many times he insisted it didn’t matter. Honestly, I was nervous myself and I’d been plenty of times. Just like with every other part of the show, it was different this time because of Jamie. I was still more focused on his potential win than the fact that I might win. The only real reason I wanted to win was to stick it to Frank. He’d been most unhappy after I stood him up for dinner, but I’d dealt with it. After he’d (most likely) deprived me of a nomination for years, I wanted to win out of spite, more than anything else. Perhaps that was immature, but I didn’t really care. 

I walked into the kitchen and found Jamie looking deep in thought. Leaning over his shoulder, I placed a kiss on his cheek. “What’s on your mind?” 

He watched me as I moved about the kitchen. “My parents informed me that they’re flying in for the Tony Awards. And since I canna go wi’ ye, I did think I’d take one of them. But I canna make up my mind on which one to take. Either way, I feel like I’m betraying the other.” 

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Crash Course Love

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Infinite thanks to @lcbeauchampoftarth​ and @anna-swims​ for being awesome betas. 

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3: Surprise [Claire]

Despite the fucked up situation, it was the best I’d felt in a long time. Seeing Frank’s pictures burnt and in the bin was strangely cathartic, even if I didn’t remember setting them on fire. There was probably a lot of Frank’s shit around that I had overlooked that I could also burn.

Jamie and I stood awkwardly in my tiny kitchen for a few minutes, his Viking warrior frame towering over me. I had a hard time meeting his deep blue gaze; it wasn’t uncomfortable, just strangely intimate given our surprise encounter this morning, and possibly last night. Finally, I cleared my throat.

“Um, well. It’s Sunday…” I trailed off. I didn’t have anything to do, but didn’t really want to prolong the morning-after-that-wasn’t.

“Och, aye, I’m sorry.” Jamie looked embarrassed. “I should go. Do ye work on Sundays?” He patted his pockets, probably searching for his phone or keys.

“No, but I should go down to Sainsbury’s for groceries. It’s just a short walk. St. Enoch is a couple of blocks away if you need it.” I began washing the bowl in the sink.

“I usually take the tube, but I do have a car. It’s mainly for driving up to see my family, though. I took an Uber to the pub. Since I’d planned on getting pissed—ifrinn!” he exclaimed suddenly.

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