#claire pov

[via01lactea]

*nods*

[tempest-toss]

(A transport pulls up outside the site housing the Gelatinous Royal.)

- @scp-chemist-claire

A guard stops the transport. She evaluates the credentials before giving the all-clear. The garage to Site-45 slides open for the underground parking and the transport is allowed in. As the transport comes to a stop a detox is performed, a laser scanning through the area, killing any and all bacteria that may have entered.

The lights turn green for the all-clear.

[falllpoutboy]

sydney's face. the way she turns away. i could write a whole essay and a half on that microcosm of a reaction

[swimmingcreatortyrant]

At the opening of the community center

[rabid-reads]

[frasers-of-my-heart]

Wednesday 100: Absence

Jamie sees Claire standing at the shore, looking at something that isn’t there. He wants to go to her, to tease her about Nessie coming out of the deep if she stares long enough, to shake her from the solemnity that has seemed to overtake her since they left Leoch. He’s known she wants to leave, he’s also realized that he’d do almost anything if he thought she’d stay. For now, he can offer her friendship, so his feet start moving, but Ned is there offering the same and far more safely, so he turns his attention to initiating Willie.

[smashing-teacups]

Thankless: Of Ruined Holidays and Changing Hearts

Canon-compliant, showverse, missing scene(s). Oneshot.

Thanksgiving 1960 and 1772 - Frank's POV, then Jamie's.

Two very different husbands, two very different family dynamics, the same unexpected wrench in the holiday plans.

1960 - Boston, Massachusetts

The phone rang just as Brianna was setting the table.

I shot Claire a warning look that went completely unheeded as she shouldered past me in a swish of silk and clacking heels. The instinct to call after her still rose to my lips after all these years; the knowledge that the breath would be wasted kept it there.

“Hello, this is Doctor Randall…”

Our daughter froze instantly, the last salad fork hovering inches over the placemat. 

“How many? Nancy, slow down. How many wounded?”

Just like that, I watched the light drain from my twelve year old’s face. She masked it well, brave girl; unlike her mother, she had a talented poker face. Quietly and without fanfare, Brianna took the cutlery, plate and wine glass from the third place setting and returned them to the china cabinet.

I crossed the room slowly and laid a hand on her shoulder, heavy with unspoken understanding. It wasn’t the first holiday her mother had ruined with her selfishness, her pigheaded insistence upon putting career over family. Bree flashed me a wan smile and reached up to squeeze my fingers appreciatively.

“More mashed potatoes for us, huh?” She tried for levity, and would have pulled it off had she been trying to fool anyone but me.

“We won’t leave a single bite,” I promised sotto vocce.

Drawing in a breath through her nose and releasing it in a sharp sigh, Bree clasped her hands together as she turned back to the table. “Shall we? Or do we wait for her to come back in and��”

“Darling, I’m so sorry…” Right on cue, Claire appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, already slinging her purse over one shoulder, the car keys jangling in her opposite hand. “There’s been a terrible accident on the Longfellow Bridge—”

“Yeah, I’m sure there was. It’s always something, right?” Even I was surprised by the venom in Bree’s voice; day by day, the little girl eager to defend her mother’s choices was yielding to the dark cynicism of an adolescent. Normally, I would have chided her for taking a tone — it was unbecoming of a young lady — but I couldn’t deny that a part of me had been anticipating the day when Brianna finally learned to stand up for herself. It had been far too long that she’d dutifully shouldered the burden of her mother’s negligence. 

Wounded, wide, golden eyes blinked twice before Claire took a half-step forward. “I understand,” she said with a physician’s practiced calm, “that it’s disappointing when I’m called away on the holidays. Trust me, this isn’t how I wanted to spend my Thanksgiving either.”

“So why are you?!” our daughter demanded, throwing her hands up and letting them flop back at her sides. “Why does it always have to be you? Why can’t the other surgeons take the call this time?”

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[lesbianwyllravengard]

Horrible idea. Resident Evil musical with the main six. No one wants that. We should do it

[monsieurlux]

some things i love with Claire North's series The Songs of Penelope (which she maybe got from other readings idk if so pls don't hesitate to tell me) :

- Athena loving Odysseus

- Orestes wanting to break the curse / the wheel of violence in his family

[wavetomuse]

Claire <3

[via01lactea]

“You’re an idiot”. “You’re beautiful”.

[blushingvisander]

people of the old world(?) + recognition through the eyes Will & Katherine (Dark Rise, Chapter 17) // Will & James (Dark Rise, Chapter 20) // Will & Visander (Dark Heir, Chapter 42) // Will & James/Anharion (Dark Heir, Chapter 51)

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 273 - Supernatural

Claire understands herself as a site of violation.

You, being what you are, haven’t helped. You could no more make possession kind, gentle, unrevealing, than you could make yourself beautiful.

You, being what you are, did all that you’ve ever been allowed to do within the confines of your role. You let her say yes. You lick carvings into her ribs to keep her hidden. Your selfishness overrides Castiel’s.

Claire understands herself as ruined. As a daughter. as a woman, as a vessel. There was nothing she could do to stop it.

“But everything,” you promise, “to rage against it.”

[izartn]

Hey. Did anyone inform Will of how the collar worked? That it was only keyed to Sarceon/himself no matter who put it on James?

Because I got the impression he was as misguided about it as James up to the point he sees the collar on his neck, and instead of going, "oh fuck who did that, is someone else controlling James?" he immediately realises it's only for him.

To be fair, he noticed James dipping into his magic reserves thanks to the collar but still. Will once more getting impressions of his past life.

[avirxy]

Will we ever see how Douxie and Zoe met Claire in First Frost? Because I would love to read it!

I actually have a one shot (or two shot) slotted away just for that. It didn’t really fit anywhere in First Frost by the time I wrote it, so I set it aside.

It would definitely wedge between parts of the first chapter, but that’s Jim’s pov and he had no idea what was going on, he didn’t even know Claire well at that point.

[frasers-of-my-heart]

Wednesday 100: Fairytales

An arranged marriage was never what Jamie had imagined for himself. His parents’ love was that of a fairytale, even before they’d lost Mam and Da’s stories of their life became more embellished every time he told them. He’d seen it in every kiss, every jest, every impassioned argument they had and he aspired to the same. When honor (and Dougal) called for him to marry Claire, part of him thought he’d have to give up that dream; then the cloak gave way to her gleaming dress and their eyes locked and he knew their own epic was already unfolding.