#james alexander malcom mackenzie fraser

[viking-raider]

So, I'm doing my traditional pre-new Outlander season rewatch, where I watch from Season One to the Season before the new one is going to air.

Just finished Episode Seven of Season Three and something has deeply bothered me. -- When Claire gives Jamie issue for not telling Elder Ian that Young Ian is with him in Edinburgh. That he didn't understand what it was like to be a worried parent.

Now, I understand Claire's point, he should have told Ian. But, in truth, I find a bit cruel of her to say.

Jamie does understand what it's like to be a worried parent. Perhaps not like she does, getting to raise Brianna. But Jamie was a parent worried about a daughter, and a son in William, that can't have a hand in helping or watching his children's lives be shaped. He was a worried parent not knowing what happened to his and Claire's child once she vanished through the stones.

Did she and the baby make it through the stones safely?

Did she get back to her own time, and not some other random time?

Did Frank take her back and was he good to a barn that was conceived with his wife's, other husband 200yrs before?

Did Claire have the baby, or did she miscarry again, like she had with Faith?

It annoys me further, his own sister, Jenny, rubs something of the same in Jamie's face in the next episode, after he suggests a different punishment for Young Ian running off. Asking if Jamie is "an expert on raising barns now?"

I'd say, out of all of them, James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser, has the most experience and is the expert at being a worried parent for his children.

[saltybenchday]

[violaobanion]

there's too much plot in outlander

[eddiesxangel]

OK BUT WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABOUT JAMES ALEXANDER MALCOM MACKENZIE FRASER?!??

[the-shadowsingers-whore]

"a man should pay tribute to your body, for you are beautiful, and that is your right" -voyager p.174

james alexander malcom mackenzie fraser the man that you are

[thepoehoes]

hello hi welcome to unhinged recaps. todays’s episode is chapter 18 aka tears are streaming down my face.

of course we start off this page with Annabella immediately getting chomped on by her big body built rogue boyfriend because what other way is there to start this? did you expect normal circumstance? you seriously need to stop doing that.

so, Mr. Scorpion wants to play a lil game with Bella, he’s always been a fan of twister and wants to put her ass through the works. he’s a fucking weirdo but he’s hot so it’s okay. anyways, he’s got a grip on her and starts whispering something about “little rabbit” as if we aren’t in the room.

like, sir, aren’t you watching where you’re going? don’t you see us right here? keep your possessive little prey nicknames to yourself idc how hot they are.

he’s pulling all these touchy talky tactics and Bella is going through it. you’d think that someone like her who is already in the trenches because, let’s not forget, her mom is literally missing and doing fuckall in the middle of nowhere, would be like “mm get off” but no. Bella is thriving. good for her.

Damon, being a large gremlin, is getting his hands all over her which they both enjoy. he’s acting like a man dying of thirst with the way he’s kissing her. someone get this man real water before he gets cotton mouth bro i stg.

all his kissing, touching, and sucking has got Bella trembling like a literal leaf. her body is electrifying itself, she’s overheating, she’s combusting and exploding at the seems. she is hotter then the drama between Lana del Rey and Lorde all because Damon’s got both magic fingers and magic tongue. bro is a wizard.

Damon’s got Bella in the hot tub and he’s legit right in between her legs, she’s spread eagle like Patrick Star in fishnets. He’s down there having the time of his life being a sex God or some shit but he wants more. he wants to hear Bella beg a little but ofc it’s never that simple.

Bella is not one to beg, she ain’t no little bitch. she’s a soldier who can take her pleasure into her own hands so she attempts, keyword being attempts. legit the second her fingers touched her own clit Damon gets more offended than white girls who didn’t get those Valentine’s Day Stanley cups.

she is, quite literally, shaking in need but Damon doesn’t give a shit. if she didn’t say please, his tongue would simply leave the function (her clit) and she’s be stuck there for ages. after some denial and pinning down though Bella gives in and lets out that little please Damon’s been hounding for.

you get the picture at this point. sex freaks start doing sex things. Damon worships Bella both inside and out, she figures out she can squirt and nearly drowns the whole god damn building, then they get out the water and go to their room.

now, I wanna point out that at this point in the story we don’t get much of Damon’s history other then the gang he’s in and his dads a cunt. when he plops Bella onto the bed she gets a good look at his back and what does she see? scars. whip scars.

bro has whip scars like he’s James Alexander Malcom Mackenzie Fraser, the old scotland special.

anyways, it’s drama. drama trauma drama, very sad shit is said. not only is Damon’s dad a dick he is also an abuser. i wish death upon this man but that’s too merciful so we need to come up with a better plan.

after they have their little turmoil moment they pass tf out and sleep like normal people. this is the most normal behavior i’ve seen either of them display the entire fucking book. next morning Bella wakes up wondering “hey where’s my big ass damn ass boyfriend” and assumes he’s downstairs whipping it up in the kitchen but uh oh, he’s not there. the other girlies are lingering around but Damon is no where in sight because ofc he isn’t. if this was normal circumstance, he’d be there but we established that normal doesn’t EXIST.

Bella asked the other members of The Bad Girls Club where her lil freak is and they tell her they’re not sure. they notice his car is gone and try to justify it, but that’s when the smart himbo aka JJ connects the dots and realizes that Damon isn’t just taking a stroll, he’s fucking missing.

immediately alarms go off. the white boy is gone, someone save him. oh, and JJ tells Bella that a group called Black Ace is ACTIVELY OUT FOR DAMON.

my brother in Christ, be so fucking for real. why admit this now? why wait 295839938 days to tell her that? literally get away from me.

now normally someone would call the cops, someone would call 911 to report Damon missing but we can’t do that. let’s remember these idiots, minus Bella and Maisie, are all part of a criminal gang because of course they are. have you been listening? ITS NEVER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCE.

back on track. everyone is in a panic, Bella is legit on the verge of a breakdown. she’s about to become as depressed as Bella Swan and we can’t have that. naturally, they pack up and haul off and JJ is honestly at more of a turmoil than Bella. he is truly about to flip the car but Maisie, being a boss ass bitch, tells him to chillax. they fly 90 down the road trying to figure out what’s wrong, where’s Damon, what’s happening. Bella thinks he’s dead, JJ is ready to rip heads off, Maisie is worried, and Matt just wants to go home.

#freematt2024

anyways, they find Damon’s crashed ass beat busted up Mercedes in the middle of some random field. ofc this happened, why wouldn’t it? he is prime crashing and kidnapping material, if I saw a face like his i’d snatch him up to. this isn’t about me kidnapping him tho, this is about the book.

so yeah, the car is found but Damon is no where to be seen. again. all he does is fucking disappear like dude, get a grip it’s not hard to stay in one place. seek church or therapy for your ghostly disappearing issues and stop pissing me off. i love him so much.

with no Damon in the broken car JJ, Matt, and Bella start tweaking because holy fuck he’s gone… and that’s where the chapter ends. you get no more context and instead we suffer until next chapter.

thank you for coming to the yap session, i am in your ceiling

- Sofi

(raven when i catch you)

[tallmadgeandtea]

If James Alexander Malcom Mackenzie Fraser doesn’t take off that ugly coat and put on a blue and buff… I swear to god… TO GOD

[miosotis-forget-me-not]

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DG’s book summary

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[thegirlwiththecoffintattoo]

DROUGHTLANDER2017COUNTDOWN

DAY 16: September 6th

Favorite Jamie Outfit(s) from Season Two

[naty-lite]

QUICK

SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE A GIF OF NAKED JAMIE FRASER SQUATTING BY THE FIRE IN 3.02

[sweetcorage]

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JAMIE FRASER ▸ Outlander, 2.10

[darkcolinodonorgasm]

When your friend is rewatching episode 304 of Outlander and you feel lke a train has hit you at the thought that Jamie never got the chance to raise Faith nor Bree and Willie didn’t know he was his father 

[dancinginadaydream]

Hi I’m jem and I’ve fallen down a pit off shipping Lord John Grey and Jamie Fraser

nobody save me thx xo

[always-outlander]

An underrated episode 🙌🏼

This…what it is between us…never changes.       𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗺𝘀  ∞  𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮, 𝟮𝟬𝟭𝟳

[thegirlwiththecoffintattoo]

DROUGHTLANDER2017COUNTDOWN

DAY EIGHT :: August 28th

Favorite century: The 18th, because who wants to exist in a world without Jamie Fraser? 😉

[highsviolets]

dear cris,

why are jamie fraser’s shoulders so broad?

what for?

sincerely,

someone who thinks the word “breadth” was invented just to describe his back

dear kelli,

thank you for raising this concern. i, too, share in your questioning of this matter. despite my best efforts i am yet to discover the answer to our query.

i have uncovered but one explanation for the nigh-sinful breadth of james alexander malcom mackenzie fraser’s back, chest, and shoulders. i offer it to you below:

The memory came to you unbidden, as though summoned forth by the same gust of wind that brought a chill slowly seeping through your layers.

it has been a day like today, the last time you had been out with Jamie and the men before your marriage — cold, but clear, until the weather turned and it brought delight to the heavens for lashing rain to cover you all.

many of the men had simply covered themselves in their tartans, but you had no such luxury; another reminder of your sassenach status. you had not earned through feat or birth the right to wrap yourself in the colors of any clan. there was nothing to do but bear it and pray that their was no ill-will as the rain plastered your clothes to already-slick skin.

Jamie had found you, later that night. he always finds you. but this time, he had approached from behind, wrapping his own tartan like a blanket around your shivering shoulders.

“ach, what’ll we do with ye, Sassenach,” he had said fondly, chest still firmly at your back. was he always this warm, you wondered, before your mind answers that question for you, thinking about those first encounters after you’d fallen through the stones — setting his shoulder, the all-night ride, escorting you back after a glass too many of Colum’s fine rhenish. he had been close then — Christ, your hands had been on his skin — but this was somehow more intimate than any touch. This was the language of understanding, he & you, within which touch was only a key, a register, a means to an end, an expression of its own self.