#i love you claire!!!!

[thefrsers]

Caitriona Balfe officially wrapping Outlander and saying goodbye to Claire Fraser for the final time🥹😭

[fiasco95]

Regulus: I’m stretched a little thin today, so I need you to do the grocery shopping, check in on the kids and maybe clean up those branches in the front garden.

James: Done and done!

Regulus: Is that an expression or did you only remember two of the things I said?

James:

James: …The second.

Regulus, sighing: I’ll leave you a message.

James: Okay!

Regulus, ringing James to leave a voicemail:

James, picking up the call: YELLO!

Regulus, shaking his head: …James.

James: Sorry!! Call back!!

(Jegulus as Phil & Claire from Modern Family, again.)

[nuthong]

SPARE ME YOUR MERCY | EPISODE 8

[hothammies]

definitely one of the best things the bear has done was equate claire to chef david and sydney to chef terry bc it makes it so much more obvious where they're going to go with the story - even though claire and syd have "ambiguous" roles of who is better in carmy's life (even if it's extremely obvious to us who is), the juxtaposition btwn chef david and chef terry is so stark and obvious to everyone about who's better it's not even funny 😭

they even gave sydney and chef terry matching headbands btw LMAO

the fact that they also had the guy who physically got carmy out of the fridge be named terry as well, while chef terry's talk to him in s3e10 was what got him partially out of the fridge mentally is... wild to say the least. making the conscious effort to name the characters like that was definitely a choice

also sydney waiting for him by the door after he got out when claire left while he was still in it? that's some delicious storytelling right there

[art-soboro]

a flood of miracles wouldn't be enough because you called my name

[soft-lee]

When he says "Don't think I haven't seen your tumblr posts" 🫠

[robindaydream]

A Few Days After A SLARPG fancomic

minor SLARPG spoilers contained within

[tinartss]

you can hear it in the silence

[tuscyanie]

mphfpc girls

do you guys have any headcanons about the peculiars??

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

FIRST TIME- SAM WINCHESTER

a little sweet drabble/ thot i made of sam and virgin! reader :) i tried to post something like this last night but then my tumblr decided to actually remove the entire text! luv it xx

warnings: sex, but it’s super sweet and sam is a golden retriever boyfriend who is so in love it’s not even funny. he’s so gentle. also some swearing yada yada

what claire is listening to while she writes/ wrote this:

“you need to breathe.” he insisted, eyes wide as they stared down at your face, watching your bare chest rise and fall.

you felt naked.

you always felt naked around him- from the moment sam laid eyes on you. it was as if he was undressing you, wanting to reach the depths of your soul everytime he looked at you. you bathed in it.

everytime he thought you couldn’t see him, or didn’t notice him- you did. from the moment you met sam winchester- he was entranced with you. it had taken some time to warm up to his affections.

not that you didn’t want them- you craved them like a drug. you needed your next fix. but you were so scared, never having anyone seem to care about your meer existence this much.

so much so he went out of his way to ask you about your interests, to take the time to learn about them, listening to you and engaging when you talked. eyes so full of stars they seemed to sparkle whenever you got so engaged you’d talk with your hands, excited and eager to share with him.

after some months in such close proximity, you grew close with him- physically. each motel room was an excuse for him to sleep near you- whether that be the bed across from you- or the couch. even the floor.

he didn’t want to leave your side. and it had taken some time, but those touches turned to something more- something that sent flames from hell itself licking your spine, down to the pit at your core.

they were innocent enough, a brush against your cheek to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, or a hand on your thigh, giving it a reassuring squeeze. he was so gentle with you, a gentle giant- you liked to call him. he treated you like fine china. and when the two of you had finally kissed- when it was late and dark and cold, and he wrapped you in his arms against the empty impala and kissed you so hard you grew dizzy for oxygen, you had explained to him you had been anxious.

you were new to this. you didn’t know what to do, how to date- how to love. but he just smiled softly, letting his hand cradle your cheek.

whenever you’re ready. i’ll be here, waiting. sam never rushed you, often allowing you to initiate the contact, at your own pace. a gentle squeeze at his hands when you were anxious, letting you play with his fingers when you needed that distraction and fidget. stroking your hair as he cuddled you before bed, wrapping you up in his big, strong arms like you were a child, rocking you to sleep.

you became more adventurous, advancing to a make out session in the back of deans impala, another time letting his thick, long fingers curl inside you so good you had the windows fogged and tainted with your handprints.

you were a virgin, and he knew that. but finally, you wanted to go that next step. dean was out, the motel room empty and quiet, except for your gentle gasps. “look at me honey.” he cooed and you obliged, taking a deep breath with him. you felt your chest rise and fall, the air whoosh out your lungs.

“there we go. do you still wanna do this?”

you nodded. “i’m gonna need words baby.”

“yes sammy i wanna. i’m just super nervous. what if i bleed?” he smiled softly, tilting his head before planting a kiss to your forehead.

“it’s completely normal. and it just means i’m big, which inflates my ego.” he teased, making you giggle. you knew he was big. you could feel him, resting on your thigh.

“will you go slow?”

“of course baby.”

“can you hold my hand?” his large hand engulfed yours and you curled your fingers through his, squeezing tightly. “of course baby.”

“i- i think i’m ready now.” you breathed out.

“this is gonna hurt a little, but if it hurts a lot- you tell me and we’ll stop right away yeah?”

you nodded. he planted another kiss to your lips, soft and gentle. adjusting himself, he rubbed his cock through your soaked folds, gathering the slick. you shivered as he teased, rubbing the head up and down, just past where you needed him. you clenched. “so wet already…” he whispered, before he slowly slid in. “n tight. fuck. you gotta relax baby, just breathe.”

he groaned, letting his head hang low, as he tried not to cum like a teenage boy. you took another breath, trying to get used to the intrusion that stretched you out so wide you thought you were a doll getting ripped in half. you groaned his name.

“atta girl. you’re doing so good for me baby. so, so good. can i go a little further?” you nodded quickly, biting down on your lip as you stared up at him with doe like eyes. he almost came right then and there.

pornographic moans sounded from two of you as he slid all the way in, hitting home. he could see an outline in your tummy, and he fought the urge to press down on it- making you squirm. that was for another time.

“fuck baby. you’re so beautiful f’me. you doing okay?”

“you’re so big…” you moaned, the pain slowly turning into something of pleasure as you adjusted to him. it felt… good. you felt full, like a puzzle piece had been clicked into place.

“yeah? you like my dick inside you, keeping you full? cause i know i do.” he smirked, kissing you again, his words teasing but his kiss anything but. it was full of love and affection it made you melt.

“y- you can move now.” you moaned as he broke the kiss, staring down at you like a man starved. “you sure baby? you’re comfortable?”

you nodded. “m’good. you feel good. like really, really good.” you rambled on, making him smirk cockily, laughing.

“yeah? i’m glad to hear it honey. i’m gonna make you feel even better- promise you. gonna treat you like the prettiest princess in the world- cause you are one. my pretty girl…”

[espeartz]

Sayo has been in my head lately

[silna-pdf]

can you draw sherry from re6? :3

Of course

[baegentpeggy]

A brand new edition of Lost text posts for you

[juvive-1234]

Actually . I lied. Put your clothes back on, I’m going to explain to you how dark rise, more specifically the stewards, perfectly represents religious trauma (Brainwashing, manipulating, attempting to destroy anything different then their morals) and how James and Cyprian are two sides of the same coin.

[6ummyexe]

Hosted Lance Week for the 6th time this year! 🥳

(bonus! my piece for the @halloffamezine!)

[virtu4l-di4ry]

i think a lot about claire. i imagine she’s gone out to eat with cas and the guys. she almost called out dad when she spots cas in the diner. or she glance over at him too quickly and sees a glimpse of her dad. or she’ll notice the way cas pours the milk in his coffee in a spiral motion like her dad used to as he’s talking to her.

she probably gets stuck in the motion while everyone else continues catching up. a ghost of jimmy lives inside of cas and claire is the only one to mourn him.