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Jamie goes through the Stones before Culloden: Category List

Happy Monday, folks! Here’s a new category list for you all- Jamie through the stones! We hope you are all staying safe during this highly unprecedented time. We are working double time to get category lists out to try and help pass some of the time by for you all. Enjoy!

Taghadh by @thefraserwitch

What if Claire had gone through the stones the first time Jamie tried to send her back (post witch trial) and what if he accidentally had gone with her? Would she stay? Would he stay? How does Frank work into all of this? Taghadh (Ghaidhlig for choice) explores how our beloved Outlander would change through answering all of these questions. It is the first fic in a series of three called An Trianachd Fhriseil (Ghaidhlig for The Fraser Trinity).

Pearls, Plaids, & Pistols by @anoutlandishfanfic

The premise: Jamie sends Claire thru the stones to save her and their child from the destruction Culloden will bring to the Scottish Highlands. But, there’s a catch: Jamie goes with her. Oh, and a double catch? They haven’t returned to Claire’s time.

Jamie Goes Through The Stones by Mod Eli for @imagineclaireandjamie

A set of stories in which  Jamie and Claire adjust to life with Jamie in the twentieth century.

Jamie & Claire in 2015 by Mod Eli for @imagineclaireandjamie

Jamie and Claire escape through the stones just before Culloden. Instead of ending up in Claire’s own time, though, they’re shot forward to the present.

Love In Between by @sassenachlove

Just before the battle of Culloden, Jamie and Claire are at the stones, about to say goodbye forever. Instead, by a twist of fate, Jamie goes with Claire through the stones, but this time they travel to the year 1845, the era of Queen Victoria. Both are out of their element, but they soon learn how to survive in this new era of prosperity and invention.

The Last All Clear by @bonnie-wee-swordsman for @imagineclaireandjamie

From the tumblr prompt: Imagine if Jamie travelled through the stones, but instead of finding Claire in Boston he found himself having arrived years too early, when the War was still happening and Claire had yet to meet him… What would he do?

Through The Stones by @renee-writer

The premise. What if Jamie, whilst chasing after Claire the first time. After the Red Coats fight had followed her back through the stones.

From Highlander to Gladiator @renee-writer​ @callysymms26

The premise, had Claire and Jamie both accidentally slipped through the stones when he first took her there and ended up in Rome, Italy around 70 AD.

A Whole New World by @writtenthroughtime

What if Jamie went through the stones with Claire?

2020 by @crossinginstyle

Jamie sends Claire through the stones to escape Culloden, but something happens that sends them both to a time neither of them understand, where they meet some rather familiar strangers…

XX, The Librarians

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When you remember the anti-vax movement

I first reblogged this in January, and here my ass is in March 2020 self-quara…

Vet Story Time: Colleagues & Fear

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Sometimes a veterinarian has a client who is suicidal.

They don’t really ever tell you this directly, but it happens. While our main duty of care is to our animal patients, we can’t discount the need to be there for our clients in a professional setting. You have to look out for them when you can, and in light of those atrocious, guilt-tripping posts going viral about being in the room for euthanasia, I wanted to share this story with you.

No cute pictures or gifs on this one. I’m serious.

As a veterinarian you don’t remember every euthanasia you perform. You hold the recent ones in your heart and mind for a while, but you certainly lose count as the years go by. These moments were intense for the pet owners, but you have to let them wash over you or you end up going mad with the grief and pain. But some you always remember.

My very second euthanasia was a little terrier called Roxie. And Roxie had congestive heart failure.

You can manage congestive heart failure for a while, and we’d been doing so, bu tit’s only managed, not cured. There’s no new heart transplant waiting for that dog, only a controlled death when the time comes.

Roxie’s owner was never… well, there was always something odd about him in those months of her treatment. Something intense that I couldn’t quite explain. A little odd for sure, but I was working in a new town far from home, where everybody seemed a little odd, in their own way. I was a newly graduated veterinarian and pretty green, everything was on the brink of overwhelming all the time and I probably missed warning signs.

But the day finally came when Roxie needed to be put to sleep. She was suffering, and not breathing all that well. And honestly, even with the best medicine available at the time, we’d run out of ways to make her comfortable. She couldn’t have a new heart, all we could offer was a smooth, peaceful death.

We always gave people the option: they could chose to stay for the euthanasia if they wanted to, for as much as they wanted to, or we could take the pet out the back.

He’d already made up his mind.

He chose not to stay with her, to let us take her out the back.

But he sobbed and wailed and assured the little dog, earnestly, that he would “See her soon. I’ll see you soon.”

And it wasn’t until I had already carried her, gasping, out to the back when those words dawned on me.

He wasn’t burying her at home. She wasn’t to be cremated. He hadn’t wanted to see her peaceful body after she passed.

So when exactly was he going to see her again, ‘soon’?

I didn’t know what to do. I was a new vet, still green and wet behind the ears, and vet school hadn’t prepared me very well for what to do if you think your client is going to kill themselves.

So I told the practice manager, because that’s what a new vet does when they’re stuck. I was scared. This little dog needed death, but she was quite possibly the only thing keeping this human alive, and he was not prepared for her death. Or rather, he was potentially prepared in a very wrong way.

I am eternally grateful that the practice manager went and talked to him. Talked about the dog’s life, talked him into cremation instead so he had to wait at least two weeks for her ashes to be returned, talked about making a space for them at home. Talked him into having someone else pick him up from the clinic.

Quite probably talked him into living.

I often regret that I can’t do more for people’s pain. But on my mind right now is the thought, what if he saw those guilt tripping posts. Those awful, mean-spirited, judgemental, cruel digs at someone’s personal grief.

Would he be able to stand it now, all those years removed?

What if someone else in a similar mindset reads them, with the grief still fresh?

I hope with all my heart that those posts don’t cause someone to come to harm, but I am afraid.

intimatum: David Mitchell, Slade House

intimatum:

David Mitchell, Slade House

trasemc:Giethoorn in Netherlands has no roads or any modern…

trasemc:Giethoorn in Netherlands has no roads or any modern transportation at all, only canals. Well, and 176 bridges too. Tourists have to leave their cars outside of the village and travel here by foot or boat by. So you can probably imagine…

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