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CAITRIONA BALFE as CLAIRE FRASER and SAM HEUGHAN as JAMIE FRASER OUTLANDER 5.07 The Ballad of Roger Mac

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1.11 | 2.13 | 7.16

for @lifelongblur

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Finally started watching Outlander. I love Claire and Jamie (friends to arranged marriage trope)

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Stealing reels after everything we give to this fandom? Not cool. They take tons of times to make.

I can take the entire Outlander Online website down with 2 clicks of a mouse. Everyone will lose. We have the site with the most Outlander content that exists.

300,000 photos, photoshoots, stills, bts photos, interviews, videos will just be gone.

Stuff you will never be able to find again because it doesn’t exist anymore online except it’s on our site.

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So, how long do we have to wait until season 8 🤔

It's probably another year and a half of wait 😒

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5.07 | 7.15

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7x16 “A HUNDRED THOUSAND ANGELS”

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5.07 | 7.15

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I have seen her... in you.

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JAMIECLAIRE + BOOK COVERS (insp)

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Outlander season 7 | Jamie x Claire Fraser

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In his arms, her safest place

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Outlander | A Hundred Thousand Angels | 7x16 | Jamie & Claire

My blood kens yours like its own.

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jamie & claire + hand touches → season 7b

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this passage is one of my favorite Jamie and Claire conversations in all of the books. more than anything else it shows how much they love and understand each other. how thrilling to see this so wonderfully adapted in 7x16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"!

“Sassenach? Are ye all right?” A segment of the darkness on the floor moved suddenly and resolved itself into a Jamie-shaped shadow.

“Yes. Are you?”

That got me the breath of a laugh.

“I’ll do, Sassenach,” he said softly, and I heard the rustle of his movement as he got his feet under him. “I’m glad ye feel well enough to ask. D’ye need water?”

“Er . . . rather the opposite, really,” I said.

“Oh? Oh.” He stooped, a pale blur in his shirt, to reach under the bed. “D’ye need help?”

“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have waked you up,” I said, a little testily. “I didn’t think I could wait for Mrs. Macken or Dottie, though.” He snorted a little and got me under the arms, lifting me into a sitting position.

“Now, then,” he murmured. “It’s no like ye’ve not done this—and a good many worse things—for me.”

While this was true, it didn’t make matters easier.

“You can let go now,” I said.

“Perhaps leave the room?”

“Perhaps not,” he said, still mildly, but with a tone indicating that his mind was made up on the subject. “If I let go, ye’ll fall on your face, and ye ken that perfectly well, so stop talkin’ and be about your business now, aye?”

It took some time—anything that put pressure on my abdomen, including the act of urinating, hurt remarkably—but the business was accomplished and I was eased back down onto the pillow, gasping. Jamie bent and picked up the chamber pot, clearly intending to hurl the contents out the window in customary Edinburgh fashion.

“No, wait!” I said. “Keep that ’til morning.”

He paused.

“What for?” he asked cautiously. Clearly he suspected I might still be unhinged from fever and be contemplating some grossly irrational use of the pot’s contents, but he didn’t like to say so, in case I had something logical, if bizarre, in mind. I would have laughed, but it hurt too much.

“I need to check, once there’s light, to be sure there’s no blood,” I said. “My right kidney’s very sore; I want to be sure there’s no damage.”

“Ah.” He set the utensil down carefully and, to my surprise, opened the door and glided out, moving soft-footed as a hunting fox. I heard one squeak as he stepped on a stair tread, but nothing more until a glow betokened his return with a candlestick.

“Have a look, then,” he said, picking up the pot again and bringing it to me. “I kent ye’d just fret about it did ye have to wait for daybreak.”

He sounded resigned, but this small thoughtfulness brought me close to tears. He heard the catch in my breathing and leaned close, alarmed, bringing the light up to my face.

“Are ye all right, Sassenach? Is it bad, then?”

“No,” I said, and wiped my eyes hastily on a corner of the sheet. “No—it—it’s fine. I just —oh, Jamie, I love you!”

-- Written In My Own Heart's Blood

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CLAIRE FRASER IN OUTLANDER SEASON 7

7.16 "A Hundred Thousand Angels"

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"Eight pints. That's how much ye told me the body has. I wish I could give ye some of mine. I've plenty. You said it was possible, but not in this time. Somethin' to do with things in the blood that might not match. But surely our blood would flow, one into the other. My blood kens yours like its own. Blood of my blood, Sassenach. That's what we said. And it is the truth."