#Jamie I miss u

[heatherchasesyou]

So let mercy come and wash away What I've done I'll face myself To cross out what I've become Erase myself And let go of what I've done

(late) Goretober Day 6 - Execution

lyrics from here

[overthegardenwirtt]

a league of their own was out of this world man...just an incredible show

[starscelly]

unserious jamie on jamie violence

sea@dal 5.4.23 | round 2

[footballshowrot]

HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE. ISAAC DANGLY EARRING REAL ❗️❗️❗️

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[player1064]

have given in and started writing that carraville fic i was talking about yesterday and having much too much fun writing redders bullying jamie abt gaz

[tlumeti]

Amelia Eve as MARU LEOPARD SKIN 1.01 “The Map and the Territory”

[astrangertomykin]

american ted lasso fic writers i love truly i do but i am begging you to please use "mum" because there is no way that manchester pretty boy is saying mummy without a hard UM at the beginning

[tartt9]

little starter call as i get back into things this weekend !! multis pls specify (or get nothing) and feel free to specify a verse (if you don't im just gonna put it in main xoxo)

[philtstone]

Claire/Jamie, 45

#45 -- you're my Achilles' heel

It is unclear how the whole debate started, all the more so for the relative witlessness of its debators. Claire allows, between her protests, that it's giving them something marginally better to do than stand around uselessly in this stagnating camp and rot in the cold.

"No, no no no. It is a metaphor, my dear Master MacKenzie, and that is that."

"Och, Claire ..."

"Och, Claire --"

"An Achilles' heel," says Claire with finality (she is really quite cold, and so less indulgent than her usual self), "is not, nor has it ever been, a literal medical condition. Nobody suffers from one single overly-vulnerable appendage." She grimaces, bent over and peering between her tools, at the state of Kincaid's teeth.

"My own appendage is fair indestructible," declares Angus; Claire does not see the lewd gesture, but divines it all the same, "if ye ken my meaning --"

"Yes thank you Angus," she says, while Rupert shoves him, barely holding back his mannish snicker.

"Eedjits," grumbles Murtagh.

"Have you been cleaning your teeth at all, Ross?"

The man in question shrugs. "Here an' there, Mis'ress," he manages, as much as a person can with hands in their mouth. Claire sighs.

"Alright. Well, try one more pass with the willow twig every night, and make sure to dip it in alcohol first."

"Aye, bu' tha's stuff's better put tae drinkin', isnae't?"

Rupert is next, and Angus hanging about to pass the time -- or avoid his own check up, which Claire has not forgotten is due -- and their asinine chatter continues. While Claire retracts her hands from within the warm damp of Kincaid's mouth, Angus says,

"Pretty stupid way tae go though, dinna ye think."

"What? Bad teeth?"

"Ach, no. I meant -- ye ken -- the one arrow, an' jest like that, yer gone."

"Death by heel, ye mean? Aye, that's a mighty inconvenience."

"Oh, I was still talkin' 'bout my cock."

Claire disinfects her tools and ignores the biting wind, and the amused twitch of her own mouth. Amidst Kincaid's deeply unimpressed groans, she straightens the scarf around her neck, and wipes her nose on the elbow of her sleeve; her gloves must be carrying all manner of illness, by now. Beyond their little tent, more or less useless against the wind, the rest of the camp displays a grey lifelessness that bears on Claire's shoulders like an anvil. A military camp is not meant to be so dull, or directionless -- nor its leaders so incompetent, nor its purpose so misguided. She sniffs again, and realizes she is frowning.

She looks up, distracted by a peal of laughter. It comes from beyond Claire herself, from the small clearing between their tent and the old stone wall leading up to the Prince's quarters.

In the clearing, her husband stands, having spent the better part of the last half hour teaching Fergus how to throw a decent punch. Fergus is not terrible, more or less, but a bit too determined a student, and somewhat comically dwarfed by his instructor-cum-opponent. Claire does not need to have been observing the details of the exchange to know how Jamie must have directed the boy's lanky limbs, firm and unindulgent but gentle all the same. By this point, though, the exercise has devolved into a bizarre game of tag. They are both laughing, slipping in the grass, energized like Claire has not seen them in a while. Jamie's hair brightens the dull grey of the winter afternoon.

"Weel, jest as good it's a metaphor." This is Rupert speaking, behind her.

"What's it a metaphor for, though?"

"Is no' that hard to ken, Angus, ye cannae be that much a dunce."

Claire's fingers tighten over her tools.

"Hmph."

She turns around, not quite startled. Murtagh has slouched over, as she has come to expect him to do, and is inspecting her tiny scalpel like he might a dull dirk. She is half expecting that he offer to sharpen it. Instead, he only looks up at her, expression shrewd and knowing under his thick set brows.

"Ye alright, lass?" he asks, and right at the end of it looks beyond her, at Jamie and their boy.

Claire finds that she does not have an answer to give.

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[heartscrypt]

IM BACK IN THE FUCKING BUILDING AGAIN

[whimsical-roasting]

on god besties, once this thesis AND semester is done.. all those requests?? on god i will do them!!

i miss my fucking husband 😭 (jamie),, when will the war (my thesis and degree i chose to study) end so i can return to his arms (the spot in my brain where i think of headcannons and convince myself they’re accurate™️)

if anyone wants to share thoughts in my dms/requests of how jamie would be towards you (me) with one week left until thesis submission and it’s legit like u either live in the library or work for several hours a day and only really crawl into his arms at night then,,,,,, p l e a s e ,, i beg u,, this girlboss needs a fucking h u g

[chadsuke]

we need more doctor who companions from different times than modern day please. remember when doctor who would have alien companions from other planets. or when he just up and kidnapped a scottish piper from the 18th century 2 be homosexual with. can we do that again please

[shellibisshe]

— picrew tag

tagged by @jendoe @phillipsgraves @risingsh0t @marivenah @nightbloodraelle @corvosattano to make some ships in this picrew

heads a little empty, I can’t remember who’s done this yet so no tags, but if you want to do this then tag me!

levi & kyle

amara & delsin

amara & fetch

[thevillagequeer]

Sobbing in the corner like the last survivor in a horror movie after having eaten the blandest food possible and still getting tummy hurt