Archives for the Date March 10th, 2020

24hoursinthelifeofawoman:“Women have another option. They can aspire to be wise, not merely nice; to…


“Women have another option. They can aspire to be wise, not merely nice; to be competent, not merely helpful; to be strong, not merely graceful; to be ambitious for themselves, not merely for themselves in relation to men and children. They can let themselves age naturally and without embarrassment, actively protesting and disobeying the conventions that stem from this society’s double standard about aging. Instead of being girls, girls as long as possible, who then age humiliatingly into middle-aged women, they can become women much earlier – and remain active adults, enjoying the long, erotic career of which women are capable, far longer. Women should allow their faces to show the lives they have lived. Women should tell the truth.”

Susan Sontag – The Double Standard of Aging (1972)

mabellonghetti:Juliette Binoche, 1997

mabellonghetti:Juliette Binoche, 1997

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” [Emily Bronte]

It Does My Heart Good: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10

“What’s it like in North Carolina?”

Claire carefully ran her fingers up and down the indentation in the middle of Jamie’s chest.


“Hmm.” He reached for their tumbler of whisky and took a sip, tracing shapes on her naked shoulder with his thumb. 

She snuggled closer. “The city is just like any city. But there are beautiful mountains not too far away – full of mist and trees.”

“It sounds like Scotland.” He kissed the top of her head.

“Do you want to see it?”

He tensed. “Do you truly mean that, Claire?”

She sat up a bit straighter against the headboard and turned to face him. “I don’t want to make love to you just once. I want to be with you.”

“And where will we live?” He handed her the whisky. “I’m a criminal – I cannae get a good job.”

She set the whisky on the bedside table. “You’re a man with a complicated past. I make more than enough for the two of us – and I know you’ll be able to find work doing something that you love. It will take time.”

He sighed. “I dinna mind leaving Scotland behind – America is where you and Bree are. But are ye sure ye want to live so far from our daughter?”

She shifted lower on the pillow, and pulled him down with her, wrapping her arm around his shoulder. “I don’t. She’s going to college here in Boston, too – and then I probably do need to be closer to Uncle Lamb, now that he’s getting up in years. And John and Isobel -”

“Aye, I’d like to be close to all of them as well.”

“Even if it means leaving your family behind?”

He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers. “I dinna see much of Jenny and Ian and their bairns as it is. And I’d give them a chance to come to America.” He paused. “But you are here. Lamb and Fez and the Greys are here. And most importantly, Brianna is here. I – I canna be far from her now, now that I’ve finally got her.”

Claire nodded, swallowing back tears. “It’s such a miracle. To not only have her, and to know she’s well – but, oh, to have you -”

“Sshh.” He scooped her into his arms. They held each other beneath the quilt, still full of so much feeling, holding and comforting and reassuring each other.

“Are you afraid it’s all a dream, mo nighean donn?”

She nodded, clinging to him. He just held her tighter.

“I promise ye, it’s not.” He kissed her temple. Pulled back to kiss her forehead. Her nose. And finally, her mouth.

Christ, he felt eighteen again.

More so when she gently rolled him to his back, and held herself above him on arms wobbling from exhaustion, still smiling ear to ear.

“I want to marry you, James Fraser.”

He laughed – so full of joy. “Well since ye already have my name, Claire Fraser – we’ll have a lot to explain to the priest.”

She tossed her head back, curls cascading over one shoulder. 

“I’m taking a leave of absence from my job. We’ll go to Scotland, pack up your things.”

“I’d love that,” he breathed, gently caressing the inside of her elbow. “Re-visit some of our favorite places.”

She nodded. “We can live here with Lamb and Fez until we figure it all out. See Brianna every day.”

“I was afraid for so long that even if she ever did find me, she wouldna want to speak with me.” 

Claire pursed her lips. “Me too.” She sobered, eyes stormy, and sat on the edge of the bed, turned away from Jamie.

Alarmed, he lay one hand on her bare back, thumb tracing the bumps of her spine.

“If ye’re thinking what I’m thinking, Claire, then stop.”

“How can you just let it go that we didn’t try to find each other?”

“We’re both to blame. I didna read yer letters because I was so angry wi’ myself. Ye stopped sending letters because ye were angry wi’ yourself.” He curled a hand around her hip. “The past is the past. What matters is now.”

Her shoulders heaved with a deep sigh. “For so long, I’ve closed myself off from the world. From the people around me. They saw how successful I was in my career – and they didn’t know that I was dying inside.”

Now he edged closer sat up, wrapping his arms around her middle, resting his head on her shoulder. “Do ye remember what ye said to me, the first night we lay together?”

She snorted. “I said a lot of things. So did you.”

He smiled. “Ye said that there’s something between us, when we touch. Ye said ye didnae understand it, and ye asked me if I felt the same way.”

“You said that you did, if I remember correctly.”

He kissed her shoulder. “I still dinna ken what it is between us, Claire.”

She turned, resting her forehead against his. “I still don’t.”

“But it’s still there,” he breathed.

She nodded. 

Their kiss was a dream come true.

At six A.M. sharp, Lamb quietly shut the master bedroom door, leaving Fez to at least a bit more sleep before sunrise.

He padded down the hallway – and passed the guest room Fez had made up for Jamie. Door wide open.

His eyes darted upward – Claire’s door upstairs was still closed.

Feeling twenty years younger, he hummed happily as he tiptoed to the kitchen and the day’s first cup of tea.

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