#frasers-of-my-heart

[theawkwardterrier]

@frasers-of-my-heart replied to your post “seven sentence sunday”:

LEAH!!! I am deceased 💀 “she finds herself painfully unable to care enough to stop, barely able to even consider his feelings or remember his face.” 👏👏

​Heyyyy, it's the last little bit I added at the end 🙌🙌🙌

@flyinghome-againstthewind replied to your post “seven sentence sunday”:

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP CHEERING PUMPING MY FISTS IN THE AIR 😭😭😭 “Perhaps it is only an excuse, but she feels that it was another, more foolish girl who made the choice to marry Frank Randall. Yet if she hadn’t, she would not have found herself here, knowing and kissing and immutably loving Jamie Fraser.” 

I'm so internally weird about this element of Claire and the J/C story, so I'm glad it came out okay 😁😁

[jdorian]

SCRUBS 1.22 • My Occurrence

[scullysconstant]

Claire + Jamie's death

2.01 | 6.10

[themusicsweetly]

come to me shelter me heal me

[jemscorner]

Outlander ~ Jamie & Claire | Outlander parallels | The Laws of Thermodynamics

thermodynamics, faith, hope and love

[alexander-and-elizabeth]

After watching 7x15 here are my thoughts:

I used to be an active member and content creator in the Outlander fan community. I still pop back in from time to time, but to me, Outlander hasn’t been “Outlander” since Season 3. There have been moments here and there that roped me back in over the last few seasons, but I still didn’t feel that pull in my soul towards it like I did Seasons 1-3.

Episode 7x15? I cried. I smiled. My heart fluttered. It took my breath away at certain moments. It made me itch to create again which hasn’t happened in a very long time. It reminded me why I fell in love with Outlander, both the show and the books, all those years ago.

This episode put at the forefront what everyone loves about and is central to Outlander: Jamie and Claire. It let them be…them.

Pure perfection. Now I need to go watch it again.

[gotham-ruaidh]

"Thank ye, John," he said. "I hadna time to say it earlier. I‘m verra grateful to ye."

"Thank me? It was hardly my choice. You abducted me at gunpoint."

Jamie smiled; the tension of the last hour had eased, and with it the lines of his face. "Not that. For taking care of Claire, I mean."

"Claire," he repeated. "Ah. Yes. That."

"Aye, that," Jamie said patiently, and bent a little to peer at him in concern. "Are ye quite well, John? Ye look a wee bit peaked."

"Peaked," Grey muttered. His heart was beating very erratically; perhaps it would conveniently stop. He waited for a moment to allow it to do this if it liked, but it went on cheerfully thumping away. No help, then. Jamie was still looking quizzically at him. Best to get it over quickly.

He took a deep breath, shut his eyes, and commended his soul to God.

"I have had carnal knowledge of your wife," he blurted.

He had expected to die more or less instantaneously upon this utterance, but everything continued just as usual. Birds continued chirping in the trees, and the rip and slobber of the horses champing grass was the only sound above that of the rushing water. He opened one eye to find Jamie Fraser standing there regarding him, head to one side.

"Oh?" said Jamie curiously. "Why?"

“What do you bloody mean, ‘Why’?” he said, suddenly irritated. “And why aren’t you fucking dead?”

“I often wonder that myself,” Fraser replied politely. “I take it ye thought I was?”

“Yes, and so did your wife! Do you have the faintest idea what the knowledge of your death did to her?”

The dark-blue eyes narrowed just a trifle.

“Are ye implying that the news of my death deranged her to such an extent that she lost her reason and took ye to her bed by force Because,” he went on, neatly cutting off Grey’s heated reply, “unless I’ve been seriously misled regarding your own nature, it would take substantial force to compel ye to any such action. Or am I wrong?”

The eyes stayed narrow. Grey stared back at them. Then he closed his own eyes briefly and rubbed both hands hard over his face, like a man waking from a nightmare. He dropped his hands and opened his eyes again.

“You are not misled,” he said, through clenched teeth. “And you are wrong.”

Fraser’s ruddy eyebrows shot up—in genuine astonishment, Grey thought.

“Ye went to her because—from desire?” His voice rose, too. “And she let ye? I dinna believe it.”

The color was creeping up Fraser’s tanned neck, vivid as a climbing rose. Grey had seen that happen before and decided recklessly that the best—the only—defense was to lose his own temper first. It was a relief.

“We thought you were dead, you bloody arsehole!” he said, furious. “Both of us! Dead! And we—we—took too much to drink one night—very much too much . . . We spoke of you . . .

and . . . Damn you, neither one of us was making love to the other—we were both fucking you!”

-- An Echo In The Bone and Written In My Own Heart's Blood

[denise-alwaysuselove]

Lord, I ken this is your house, but your angels have no dominion here. Do not send them for her. If you do, I will not let them take her. I will not.

Jamie Fraser at Claire's bedside -- Written In My Own Heart's Blood

Credit: outlander-online.com

Claire is Jamie's heart. His soul. His courage. His blood and his bone. She is his everything.

[gayvecchio]

[syrupmap]

With an important addition (Benton has an update)

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: Homecoming

The sight is so jarring at first, Claire thinks she must be hallucinating. She’d fastened that little brown coat’s buttons more times than she could count. She would know that wide-brimmed hat pulled down over blonde locks anywhere. Jemmy!

Her heart is in her throat when the hat tilts up, and it isn’t blond locks or the dear face she knows underneath, but one that still tugs on memories of Brianna at that age. Impossible. But she knows, even before Jamie’s eyes lighten with recognition, before Brianna, Roger, and impossibly-tall Jem come into view.

Mandy is whole; they’ve come home.

[theawkwardterrier]

Tell me about Human Moments wip since I’m about to dive into your Bangel fics 🥰

I love you for asking even though this one is sooooo plotless, Sarah, I can't even tell you, and it's like my default state to just write a ton of fluffy post series Bangel fic, so it's just rambling and reflections from Buffy as she appreciates the little moments of having a human life and growing old with Angel. I started it for the IWRY marathon fic collection last year but never finished (maybe next year?) so I actually have a bit to share of this one instead of just thoughts and vibes:

He gets glasses when he's forty-three.

She's honestly surprised it took this long - he's been squinting for a couple of years, especially when he reads his older, more faded books, the ones with the prettiest designs and the most Ambien text. It's the driving that finally pushes him over, she's pretty sure. He's never the ideal passenger, but whenever she's the one behind the wheel he spends the entire time with his jaw clenched and his hand braced against the car's roof; it's always been easier to let him do it, and he would never keep that responsibility if he wasn't sure he could do it safely.

He's never let her be in danger if he could help it. Not because he didn't think she could handle it. Because he loved her and thought she deserved to have a little less on her plate.

She kisses him when he comes home from the optometrist, not the usual, quickly snatched affection of a busy afternoon, but something longer which surprises even her.

"What was that for?" he asks when she moves away. His eyes take just that extra second to reopen, so she catches his lashes resting against his gently smiling cheeks behind the new lenses.

"Have to make sure I still remember how," she tells him cheerfully, breezing back to her office. "Yup, thanks for the refresher!"

But it's really because it's a human moment, and it's been a while since she had a new one of those.

[transparentdreamruins]

"Your face is my heart, Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul." Dragonfly in Amber

[queens-of-my-life]

[themusicsweetly]

Outlander 7x15 | Written in My Own Heart's Blood

[beefsteakclub]

I know it shouldn't be funny but I can't stop giggling at Jamie shouting "whore" at that Dr.

10 out of 10 iconic.