Archives for the Date February 8th, 2020

jenny-jinya: Are there any motives from my comics you are…

jenny-jinya:

Are there any motives from my comics you are missing in my shop? I’d like to add a few more!

Hey people! I have some photos for you

widchadidcha:

barb50:

minny5ca2018:

pnayoka:

harriethattie:

mrsd79:

yesglasshalffull:

awesomeeyeroll:

samcait4realz:

rainmanjdog:

scatterations:

ladyjane-lj:

ladyjane-lj:

pentwhistle:

its-me-claire:

awesomeeyeroll:

crazystupidoutlanderlove:

your-justcurious:

tara-58:

andorra97:

outofcheese:

mariaae:

the-sassynach:

And you have someone for me?

I do. How about we contribute one for each of us to this thread?

Hey do not forget about how many times that Sam and Cait are wearing the same shade of lipstick!!!! =)

Love those pics. I’m accepting the narrative for now, but nothing beats those two together. End of story.

Receipts. Lots and Lots of receipts. 

Reblog to drool over at lubch!

Let’s add one from this week, shall we?

FIRST:

NEXT:

AND FINALLY:

Even better…no room for Jesus here.

Oh look, reblogging

This may be one of my favorite chains ever.

Reblog

Have too re log. So unoriginal of me 🤗

 How about a picture from their Costa Rica boat ride.

These are all normal coworkers behaviors guys.See? They will lean toward each other all the time in candid pictures.But with her husband,nope ,keep body straight when posing or what;I’m confused.🙄🤔

Totes normal.

Must reblog great pics everyone 💕

I thought I would add this wee gem.

And I think one needs to be included.

Can’t leave this one out.

And it would be a sin to leave out the great ice cream instance of 2019.  

kaylor: Foreword to The Complete Love Poems of May Swenson //…

kaylor:

Foreword to The Complete Love Poems of May Swenson // May Swenson, “Found in Diary Dated May 29, 1973” // Chely Wright // Anne Choma, Gentleman Jack: The Real Anne Lister // Taylor Swift, reputation prologue

Good god, have you seen the picture that might be of the Maestro last night with Cait? If that’s him, he doesn’t look healthy at all!

I have, and yes, he’s no Sam Heughan, is he? You know, papa-tumblz shaved his head a few years ago for a community fundraiser. That was the day I realized just how shallow I am and had to come to terms with the fact that I didn’t like looking across the dinner table at Elmer Fudd. He still likes to rub that in, and thankfully it was temporary and he has other things going for him, but the truth is that there are things that matter in a relationship…is he successful? a good provider? proud of you? attentive? does he make you laugh? If you can check all these boxes then maybe he could get away with looking like Elmer Fudd. But if he shows none of those qualities then by God he needs to not look like he needs to be resuscitated and transfused. Lucky for him none of those things are on the PA application form

Crash Course Love

magnoliasinbloom:

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

AO3 :: Previously

4: Explain [Jamie]

I owed Claire enormously for saving the last scraps of my dignity when faced with Annalise. Once I’d recovered from the shock of seeing her and Claire’s quick words (not to mention the kissing and cuddling in front of my ex-girlfriend), I rather enjoyed remembering the stunned-as-shit look on Annie’s face. I snorted to myself, knowing how much she truly hated being called that.

Who knows what could have happened if it had been just me in front of Annalise? I shuddered to think. I glanced at Claire as she made a left turn. I remembered the spiraling tattoo on her shoulder, now hidden beneath layers of clothing. I had the urge to ask more about her, her life, to know her as a friend. My gaze must have lingered on her for too long because she turned to me, a self-conscious blush spreading on her cheeks.

“What?” she asked, with a flick of her curls.

“Nothing. I was just thinkin’, I’m so grateful for what ye did. I was wondering if perhaps there was something I could do fer ye, make it up to ye?”

“Do for me? Like what? Jamie, you don’t owe me anything. I was simply helping out a friend in need.” Claire flicked on the wipers as a light Scottish rain began to fall.

“Friends? Aye, is that what we are?”

“Well, of course. Anyone who drinks that much whisky with me and wakes up in my bed can be considered more than a mere acquaintance,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“So, friends. I like it.” I cleared my throat. “Nothing to help ye with, then? Is there anything else of Frank’s you’d like me to help burn?”

“I think we got most of it. He packed up and left a while ago.”

“Do ye ken where he lives now? I could get my brother and trash his car with lead pipes,” I offered, half-joking.

“Lead pipes? Who are you?” Claire asked, giggling. It was a beautiful sound. It echoed in the empty van, light and free.

“Weel, my family runs a distillery, but my brother William’s a contractor. He knows some tough Glaswegians who could rough Frank up a bit. Ian—that’s my sister Jenny’s husband—and I could help too. Free of charge.” I tried to wink but as always, wound up blinking owlishly.

Claire laughed even more at that, coming to a full stop at a red light. “I’ll think about it and get back to you. So, William and Jenny?”

“Aye, that’s the three of us, and my parents, Brian and Ellen. They live up by Broch Mordha, family farm. And the whisky business too, of course. What about ye, any family about, Sassenach?”

She tilted her head, curls brushing her shoulder. I felt the sudden urge to push them behind her ear, touch her silky skin. I pressed my hands beneath my legs, willing them to be still. “I grew up with my Uncle Lamb. My parents died when I was five, in a car accident.”

“Och, lass, I’m so sorry.” I did feel bad for her, not really knowing her own parents while I was so close to my own.

“Thank you. It was a really long time ago, though, and I was so young. I remember bits and pieces, with my uncle’s help; he’s my family.”

We grew silent once more until the restaurant loomed up in front of us. Claire parked and set her hands in her lap. The rain still pattered steadily on the windshield, the sound contrasting with the squeaky wipers. The silence became charged all of a sudden.

“Alright then.” She bit her lip and drummed her fingers on her thigh, anxious-like.

I reached over and held them still. “Thanks again, Claire,” I said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.

“You’re welcome,” she said simply, returning a squeeze of her own. I pushed open the heavy door and hopped out. I tugged my coat around my shoulders. I was about to walk away when a thought occurred to me.

I raced around the front of the van and tapped on the glass. “Oi, Claire?”

She glanced up, slightly startled. She rolled down the window. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just think, uh, it might be a good idea to exchange numbers,” I said, pulling my mobile from my pocket. I tried to shield it as much as I could from the rain. “Ye ken, in case of emergencies, flat tires, designated driver rides—”

“Encounters with exes?” Claire smirked. She rooted in her wee bag and gave me her phone. I programmed my number while she did the same on mine.

“I’m not getting the number to the local curry place, am I?” I joked, wondering if she might do just that.

“Nope. Just me. After all, you know where I live anyway,” Claire grinned.

“Dinna worry. I’m no a stalker or anything.” I peered through the restaurant window and noticed Janet already seated, looking straight at me and gesturing with her finger to get my arse in there.

“Thanks for the ride and all, Sassenach,” I parroted once more. I gave a halfhearted wave, dripping water.

“Anytime. See you around, Jamie.” Claire started rolling up the window. Before I lost my nerve, I leaned in quickly and pecked her on the cheek. I mean, she’d already kissed my slightly open mouth before anyway, right? She flushed red and her mouth quirked up at the corners.

“Bye, Claire.” I loped to the restaurant door and resisted the temptation to look back as she drove away.

And now, to face the Inquisition.

I shook water from my hair and made my way to my sister’s table.

“I just received the most interesting phone call, Jamie,” Jenny began. I gave her a brief hug, just to hear her protest at my sopping clothes. She had already ordered me a pint. I tasted it slowly, in case my hangover wouldn’t allow such a treat. It went down easy though, and I took a bigger swallow.

“Who called?” I grabbed a menu and perused my options.

“Annalise.”

“Wha’ the fuck?” I slammed the menu on the table and nearly knocked my pint glass over. A few of the other patrons turned to us, and I ducked as much as I was able.

“I was just as surprised as ye seem,” Jenny said coolly, signaling the server. “Minus the foul mouth, of course.”

“What did she say? What did she want?” I seethed, gripping the table for dear life.

“Hold yer wheesht.” She turned to the server. “I’ll have the halloumi fries, sticky chicken bites, and the mac bites. For him…” she trailed off pointedly.

“Burger. Cheeseburger. Whatever.” I took Jenny’s hand and wouldn’t let go until she looked at me. “Janet Flora Murray, so help me God—”

She laughed, enjoying her torture. “Jamie, relax. Ye ken I hate that hoor almost as much as ye do. It was just strange to hear from her after… ye ken…”

“After she broke my heart and left me standing there, a complete arse with a ring and a lease on a house? Aye, I’d say I hate her more.” I breathed in deeply, attempting to calm myself. I gulped down my pint, and gestured for another.

“Alright, I’ll tell ye word-for-word what Annalise said on the phone, but first, would ye answer a question fer me?”

“Aye, go on then.”

Jenny cocked her head curiously. “Who’s Claire?”

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