Book-9

25 star wars asks

1. do you find force users or non-force users more interesting?

2. which character do you want to be most like?

3. which character are you actually most like?

4. what headcanon will you defend to the death?

5. what planet would you most like to visit? 

6. what planet would you most like to live on?

7. who do you hope you never meet?

8. what is one thing you would change about any movie, show, book, etc?

9. have you ever made fanart or fanfic? do you make edits or any other fan content?

10. do you think the jedi were right or wrong?

11. who is the most underrated character?

12. do you care who rey’s parents are?

13. if you could resurrect one dead character, or prevent them from dying, who would it be?

14. what is your favorite alien species?

15. who would you like to bang?

16. which movie/episode have you watched the most?

17. what is your favorite line?

18. what is your favorite star wars book or comic?

19. what’s your opinion on legends/expanded universe?

20. what do you hope will happen in future movies?

21. if you could switch any character’s gender, who would it be and why?

22. favorite droid?

23. what’s your favorite star wars musical piece or theme?

24. how do you pronounce twi’lek?

25. which character do you have a love/hate relationship with?

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books meme: [2/9] nine otps

ty blackthorn and kit herondale (the dark artifices)

“Just words I like,” he said. “If I say them to myself, it makes my mind—quieter. Does it bother you?”

“No!” Kit said quickly. “I was just curious what words you liked.”

Ty bit his lip. For a moment, Kit thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all. “It’s not the meaning, just the sound,” he said. “Glass, twin, apple, whisper, stars, crystal, shadow, lilt.” He glanced away from Kit, a shivering figure in his too-large hoodie, his black hair absorbing moonlight, giving none of it back.

“Whisper would be one of mine, too,” said Kit. He took a step toward Ty, touched his shoulder gently. “Cloud, secret, highway, hurricane, mirror, castle, thorns.”

“Blackthorns,” said Ty, with a dazzling smile, and Kit knew, in that instant, that whatever he’d been telling himself about running away for the past few days had been a lie. He wasn’t leaving the Shadowhunters. He wasn’t going anywhere. Because where the Blackthorns were, was his home now.

diversemediums  asked:

Could we get a ditty about Jamie helping Claire debrief after a rough time with a patient? Thanks for all you ladies do! :)

Claire sighed, blissful.

“Yes – right…there…”

Jamie bent to briefly kiss the crown of her head before continuing his slow, thoughtful rhythm.

“I ken ye had to be tense, after dealing wi’ all those children today.” His hands – coated with a light sheen of the yarrow-scented oil Claire had made last autumn – continued rubbing deep, caressing circles at the back of her neck, gliding down toward her bare shoulders.

“Mmmm…” she moaned, eyes closed, enjoying the cool breeze wafting through the open window of their bedroom. “Splinters…cuts…hangnails…roundworm…”

“I ken it’s yer calling, but I’ll never understand why ye choose to be wi’ sick folk all the time.” Gently he tucked a stray curl behind her ear, digging into her tight muscles with large, patient thumbs.

“Well…when you have your favorite clover honey with your bannocks at breakfast tomorrow, you’ll be grateful for having a wife with such predilections…”

She could hear him smile – and then, softly in the night, from the front porch of the new Big House, the soft strum of a guitar.

Amy Higgins had so thoughtfully kept Roger’s guitar during his and Bree’s “time away” – what they had come to call that period the MacKenzies publicly insisted they had spent in Boston. Just a few months returned, they had settled back into the rhythm of life on the Ridge with relative ease. Mandy had had the hardest time adjusting, but had found a fast friend in Fannie. The older girl had blossomed – enjoying the simple pleasures of childhood for the first time. And the gift of Roger’s music.

More than ten years after the hanging that had just about killed him, his voice had settled into a pleasantly deep baritone. It gave out easier than it used to – but it was a strong voice. A confident voice.

And tonight –

Claire strained to listen. Jamie felt the tremor echo through her spine as her back slowly straightened –

I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways

I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests

I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans

“Roger Mac must be feeling morose tonight.” Jamie pressed the heel of his hand into her shoulderblade. “I wonder why –”

“Sshh,” she insisted.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?

“It’s a song from…from their time, then?”

The strumming continued, Roger’s voice slow and rich.

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it

“I mind what they told me – about wars in their time. Terrible weapons, so many dead. I shouldna be surprised that there are songs about it, too.”

Claire slowly turned on the stool to face him.

Jamie knelt before her – meeting her eyes in the candlelight.

Slowly she reached one hand to cradle his face.

I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken

I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children

 

“It was first popular when Bree was fifteen or so,” she whispered, eyes shining, two hundred years away. “The man who wrote it – many consider him to be a poet of sorts. Or a bard. Not afraid to speak his mind, even to powerful people.”

“Not even Gwyllen would do that for my uncles.” Jamie turned to kiss her palm. “But why does it upset ye so, mo nighean donn?”

Her thumb swept across his cheek – the long-healed fracture at the base of his nose – his wide, sweet mouth.

I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warning

Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world

“I remember one afternoon. I wasn’t at the hospital – I can’t remember why. Bree had just come home from school. Frank was still at work.”

The breeze lifted the flyaway hairs at Jamie’s cowlick.

“I was standing in the kitchen window, cleaning dishes. And this song came on the radio – I heard it for the first time. And I looked up at the back garden, Jamie – and saw you.”

He stiffened in surprise – and lay a hand atop hers.

“Just a flash – but it was you. And then you were gone. And then I turned off the water, and sat at the table, and listened to the rest of the song. My hands were shaking so badly.”

“Oh, mo chridhe, he whispered. “Hush now.”

And then she was in his arms, naked, quivering with memory.

Jamie wrapped his strong arms around her. Eased her knees around his hips. Carefully stood, cradling her tight. Closed the windows – locked the latch. Walked the six steps to their bed. Gently lay her down in the silence – watched her watch him undress, her eyes wide and liquid and unblinking in the candlelight.

“I’m here, Claire.” Now he lay beside her on the feather mattress – their one luxury. Gathered her against him, skin on skin. Listening to each other breathe.

“I haven’t thought of that in so long,” she whispered, breath hot against his chest. “But just now, I was there again…”

“I understand,” he murmured into the cloud of her hair.

She sighed.

“If it was when Bree was fifteen…then I was at Helwater. Willie would have been…three or so. I had him, but ye ken how alone I was, Claire.”

He hugged her tight. She pulled back a bit and eased up on the pillow – finding his mouth for a long kiss.

“Where have you been, my darling?” she whispered against his lips.

“We’re here,” he breathed, tangling his hands in her hair, kissing her tears.

Diana’s Daily Lines - “Go Tell The Bees That I Am Gone” (Book 9)

#DailyLines #GoTELLTheBEESThatIAmGONE #Book9 #NoItsNotDone #PutThePossibilityOutOfYourMind#AllInGoodTime #migraine


“Lie down,” I said firmly, and pointed to my lap.

“Nay, I’ll be f—“

“I don’t care whether you’re fine or not,” I said. “I said, lie down.”

“I’ve work to—“

“You’ll be flat on your face in another minute,” I said. “Lie. Down.”

He opened his mouth, but a spasm of pain made him shut his eyes, and he couldn’t locate any words with which to argue. He swallowed, opened his eyes, and sat down beside me, very gingerly. He was breathing slowly and shallowly, as though drawing a deep breath might make things worse.

I stood up, took his shoulders and turned him gently so I could reach his plait. I undid his ribbon and unraveled the thick strands of auburn hair. It still was mostly red, though soft white threads caught the light here and there.

“Down,” I said again, sitting and pulling his shoulders toward me. He moaned a little, but stopped resisting and lowered himself very slowly, ‘til his head rested heavy in my lap. I touched his face, my fingers feather-light on his skin, tracing the bones and hollows, temples and orbits, cheekbones and jaw. Then I slid my fingers into the soft mass of his hair, warm in my hands, and did the same to his scalp. He let out his breath, carefully, and I felt his body loosen, growing heavier as he relaxed.

“Where does it hurt?” I murmured, making very light circles round his temples with my thumbs. “Here?”

“Aye…but…” He put up a hand, blindly, and cupped it over his right eye. “It feels like an arrow—straight through into my brain.”

“Mmm.” I pressed my thumb gently round the bony orbit of the eye, and slid my other hand under his head, probing the base of his skull. I could feel the muscles knotted there, hard as walnuts under the skin. “Well, then.”

I took my hands away and he let his breath out.

“It won’t hurt,” I reassured him, reaching for the jar of blue ointment.

“It does hurt,” he said, and squinched his eyelids as a fresh spasm seized him.

“I know.” I unlidded the jar, but let it stand, the sharp fragrance of peppermint, camphor and green peppercorns scenting the air. “I’ll make it better.”

He didn’t make any reply, but settled himself as I began to massage the ointment gently into his neck, the base of his skull, the skin of his forehead and temples. I couldn’t use the ointment so close to his eye, but put a dab under his nose, and he took a slow, deep breath. I’d make a cool poultice for the eye when I’d finished. For now, though…

“Do you remember,” I said, my voice low and quiet. “Telling me once about visiting Bird Who Sings in the Morning? And how his mother came and combed your hair?”

“Aye,” he said, after a moment’s hesitation. “She said…she would comb the snakes from my hair.” Another hesitation. “She…did.”

Clearly he did remember—and so did I recall what he’d told me about it. How she’d gently combed his hair, over and over, while he told her—in a language she didn’t speak—the trouble in his heart. Guilt, distress…and the forgotten faces of the men he’d killed.

There is a spot, just where the zygomatic arch joins the maxilla, where the nerves are often inflamed and sensitive….yes, just there. I pressed my thumb gently up into the spot and he gasped and stiffened a little. I put my other hand on his shoulder.

“Shh. Breathe.”

His breath came with a small moan, but he did. I held the spot, pressing harder, moving my thumb just a little, and after a long moment, felt the spot warm and seem to melt under my touch. He felt it too, and his body relaxed again.

“Let me do that for you,” I said softly. The wooden comb he’d made me sat on the little table beside the jar of ointment. With one hand still on his shoulder, I picked it up.

“I…no, I dinna want…” But I was drawing the comb softly through his hair, the wooden teeth gentle against his skin. Over and over, very slowly.

I didn’t say anything for quite some time. He breathed. The light came in low now, the color of wildflower honey, and he was warm in my hands, the weight of him heavy in my lap.

“Tell me,” I said to him at last, in a whisper no louder than the breeze through the open window. “I don’t need to know, but you need to tell me. Say it in Gaelic, or Italian or German—some language I don’t understand, if that’s better. But say it.”

His breath came a little faster and he tightened, but I went on combing, in long, even strokes that swept over his head and laid his hair untangled in a soft, gleaming mass over my thigh. After a moment, he opened his eyes, dark and half-focused.

“Sassenach?” he said softly.

“Mm?”

“I dinna ken any language that I think ye wouldna understand.”

He breathed once more, closed his eyes, and began haltingly to speak, his voice soft as the beating of my heart.

Book release day! My new book, Maddie Lounging on Things, is officially out in the wild ✨ putting a book together is a labor of love and I’m so proud of this one. I think it’s gonna age well and be something I’ll always smile about.

Hey. Grateful for y'all being interested in my little slice of life and following us for so many years. Buying a copy of the book is the single biggest way that allows us to keep stomping around and making images. So seriously thank you so much.

And! If you’re in Nashville I’m doing a book signing this Saturday, 9/16, at White’s Mercantile in 12 South from 11 - 3. Come say hi and support a lovely local shop. I’ll have my new camper and truck there if you want a little tour to see how we live on the road 🙌🏼

Things we learned in episode 1

1.The guardians were taking in as children and trained all their lives.

2.Master Fu did a mistake which caused the temple to be destroyed.

3. The peacock and butterfly miraculous, and the book were lost that day.

4.Marinette suspects Gabriel Agreste.

5. Gabriel is Hawkmoth (Wow big surprise! )

6. Natalie knows that he is Hawkmoth.

7. He has his ‘Batcave’ under his office.

8. He has a copy of the book.

9. Adrien suspects his father too.

10. Chat noir’s belt is removable.

11. Gabriel acts worried about Adrien in front of Chat noir and ladybug. (He may know that Adrien is chat noir.)

12. Master Fu has a smartphone.

13. Master Fu knows Marinette loves Adrien.

14. Chat Noir is more worried about his father than bumping fits with Ladybug.

15. The book was the last gift of Mrs. Agreste to Mr. Agreste.

16. Natalie may be Le Peon.

15. Mrs. Agreste may not be innocent as we think she is.

يَقُولُ اللَّهُ: “إِذَا أَرَادَ عَبْدِي أَنْ يَعْمَلَ سَيِّئَةً فَلاَ تَكْتُبُوهَا عَلَيْهِ حَتَّى يَعْمَلَهَا، فَإِنْ عَمِلَهَا فَاكْتُبُوهَا بِمِثْلِهَا وَإِنْ تَرَكَهَا مِنْ أَجْلِي فَاكْتُبُوهَا لَهُ حَسَنَةً وَإِذَا أَرَادَ أَنْ يَعْمَلَ حَسَنَةً فَلَمْ يَعْمَلْهَا فَاكْتُبُوهَا لَهُ حَسَنَةً، فَإِنْ عَمِلَهَا فَاكْتُبُوهَا لَهُ بِعَشْرِ أَمْثَالِهَا إِلَى سَبْعِمِائَةٍ ‏"‏‏.‏ صحيح البخاري حديث ٧٥٠١ - صحيح مسلم حديث ١٢٨

Allah says, ‘If My slave intends to do a bad deed then (O Angels) do not write it unless he does it; if he does it, then write it as it is, but if he refrains from doing it for My Sake, then write it as a good deed (in his account). (On the other hand) if he intends to do a good deed, but does not do it, then write a good deed (in his account), and if he does it, then write it for him (in his account) as ten good deeds up to seven-hundred times.’ “ Sahih al-Bukhari 7501
In-book reference : Book 97, Hadith 126
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Vol. 9, Book 93, Hadith 592
Sahih Muslim 128 a
In-book reference : Book 1, Hadith 241
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Book 1, Hadith 233

pentopaper23  asked:

Hello. :) Can I please have a prompt where Bree overhears Fergus call Jamie and Claire mum and dad? Please and thanks! :)

Brianna jerked awake – limbs and mind flailing amid the strange, scratchy sheets and lumpy mattress –

Ah. The loft in Fergus and Marsali’s printshop - *new* printshop, she mentally corrected, heart clenching at just the thought of Henri-Christian.

They had arrived late last night on an emissary from the Ridge – coming to not only see Fergus and Marsali and the girls in person, but also to bring word of Germain and Ian and Rachel and Oggy and general goings-on in the backcountry.

And, of course, to learn whatever Fergus could tell them what he had learned from the secret, tangled web of relationships he had so carefully crafted – what news of the war, of the generals, of the Loyalists, that would interest her parents.

But all that was for today, and tomorrow, and the next day – she and Roger and Fergus and Marsali had barely spoken last night, they had arrived so late. Today was for catching up – for savoring time with people she never thought she would see again.

Roger snored beside her. A glance to the pallet on the floor to their right confirmed Jem was still out. But there was a telltale gap between her and Roger on the mattress…

“Bonjour, mademoiselle Mandy,” Fergus’ sleepy voice floated up from the main floor of the printshop. “Did you climb down that ladder all by yourself?”

“Esmerelda helped,” she insisted. “And I’m big enough to do it.”

Fergus laughed softly. Brianna couldn’t remember the last time she had heard that sound.

“Do you remember me, from when you were small?”

“No. Mama said I was just a baby when we went back. Ye ken about the stones?”

Did he? Surely he knew *something* - Ian knew, and Auntie Jenny knew –

“Yes, I know about them. You are very special – you and your brother and your parents, that you can travel.”

Brianna could almost hear her daughter shrug. “Grannie can do it too.”

“Yes, she can. You know I met her not too long after she came through, the first time?”

“You *did*?”

“Yes – in France.”

“But the stones are in Scotland.”

“So they are – but your Grandda and Grannie travelled to France. I met them there.”

Roger reached a warm hand to caress her shoulder.

“Were you born in France?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re Mama’s brother. *She* was born in Boston.”

Roger’s hand stilled. Brianna silently took in a breath – of *course* that’s how Mandy would see Fergus – the father of her cousin Germain. Half-siblings, adopted siblings – none of it mattered, as they were all family. But did Fergus see it that way? She knew Da had given him the Fraser name, but –

“I’m – I’m not *really* related to her. I don’t know who my parents were.”

A long pause. “That’s verra sad.”

“It is – and it made me sad for a long time. But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Why?”

Roger scooted closer on the bed, curving his front along her back.

“Because your Grandda and Grannie are my true parents. They care for me, and love me, even when they did not need to.”

She turned to face Roger, nuzzling against him. Heart so full with love.

“Why?”

“Because they are the best people I have ever known. When you are big one day, you will understand.”

Mandy huffed.

Roger kissed Brianna’s forehead.

“What happened to your hand? Are you a pirate?”

“I think I’ll go rescue him,” Brianna whispered.

“He’ll be just fine,” Roger murmured. “Let them get to know each other, aye?”

“A pirate?” Fergus’ voice was exquisitely patient.

“A pirate!” Mandy exclaimed. “Only pirates have hooks for hands.”

“No, *ma petite* - I am a printer.”

“A printer? That’s so *boring*.”

“Well, Mandy – tell that to your Grandda the next time you see him. He will tell you otherwise.” 

The Ultimate Self-Care List

Alright, I know that I’m a study.blr with 3 followers, but just for today let’s pretend that I am a self care and fitness blogger with thousands of fans. Lately, I’ve been so stressed out about personal issues, and my relatives down in the path of Hurricane Irma (stay safe everyone) I always forget the importance of self care.. you can’t study if you don’t take the time to do basic stuff such as trimming your nails and taking some deep breaths. Self-care and nutrition effects every part of your life. (Expect these reminders from me every so often.)


The moral of the story is, when your world is going crazy, don’t just say that self care isn’t important, because otherwise you will end up like me right now, stressed out with the flu, when I should be productive.


This isn’t very original, but while I’m at it, I’m just going to list some self care ideas, big and small. If you have a free Sunday, or really any free time, just read the list and choose a few things to do. Take care of yourself. (#72 is my favorite, btw)


1) Cut your nails.

2) Do a hair mask with coconut oil.

3) Do a face mask. (Buy one, or, make one at home. One of my favorites is plain yogurt and honey)

4) You should be doing this everyday, but, meditate!

5) Take a long, warm, bath or shower. Shave, and use a brown sugar body scrub.

6) Use hand lotion.

7) Read a self-improvement book.

8) Read a fictional book.

9) Read a nonfiction book about a topic that you are interested in.

9) While we’re talking about books… grab a coffee, and visit a local library or bookstore. Just explore.

10) Listen to your favorite songs.

11) Listen to some new music.

12) Visit a local record store, and if you think socializing will help you, start a conversation with someone who is looking at the same genre as you.

13) Do a homemade pedicure or manicure.

14) Paint your nails and toenails.

15) If you have some extra money, go to the spa, get a massage, a professional facial and pedicure/manicure and anything else you’d like.

16) Try a new hairstyle.

17) If you need a trim, go to the hair salon. If you need a fresh start, get a whole new haircut.

18) Call up a friend.

19) Email a relative.

20) Look at some inspirational quotes.

21) Look at cute animal photos!

23) Volunteer.

24) Do something nice for someone else, at random.

25) Take food to a friend, neighbor, or someone random!

26) Donate money to victims of Hurricane Harvey/Irma. (Or, if you are reading this in the future, donate to the people affected by a current crisis or problem)

27) Say something nice to someone you dislike, and decide to forgive them.

28) Talk to an elderly person.

29) Talk to a toddler or kid.

30) Talk to a pet.

31) Talk to your parents or relatives.

32) Donate food to the homeless.

33) Take your dog for a walk, and spend some time with them.

34) If you don’t have a dog, spend time with your pet, even if that means just sitting next to a cage.

35) If you don’t have any pets, visit a pet store!

36) Clean, or organize a certain room or area.

37) Set a timer for ten minutes and clean/organize what you can.

38) Watch your favorite TV show.


39) Watch a new TV show or movie! (I suggest Glee, The Office, and The Good Place for shows, and Moana, Frozen, Brave for movies)

40) If you have a friend or family member in the path of Hurricane Irma, give them a call or email them. They might not answer due to being busy, but, just leave a voicemail and let them know that you are there for them.

40) Write a short story.

41) Write poetry.

42) USE CAUTION with this one, and be responsible… but, if feeling angry, destroy stuff! Pop a balloon, punch a pillow, crush some fruit, shred some paper, the possibilities are endless! Just don’t harm yourself or anyone else, don’t be TOO wasteful, and don’t do this somewhere that you would get in trouble for it.

43) Paint.

44) Draw.

45) Sculpt.

46) Dance.

47) Make Music!

48) Take online personality quizzes.

49) Just sit in silence. Get to know yourself.

50) Do a science experiment.

51) Learn about something you’ve always been interested in.

52) Learn a new skill. It could be as simple as kicking a soccer ball or as complicated as learning a new language.

53) Sign up for a class. (writing class, yoga class, dance class, workout class, art class, whatever. It’s up to you)

54) Paint or Draw, but don’t aim to make anything specific. Just let the pencil lead you.

55) Run to the top of a hill or out into the forest, preferably in a location without many people. When you feel like it, stop, look around, and… SCREAM AS LOUD AS YOU CAN!

56) I might have already said this, but.. go outside into nature!

57) Go outside

58) Go outside

59) Go outside

60) I cannot stress this enough… GO OUTSIDE!

61) Go for a run.

62) Workout! Strength and Cardio workouts are good for getting out anger, Yoga is relaxing, and stretching is good for really anytime.

63) This won’t work for everyone, but, play a game of your favorite sport with friends.

64) Make a new friend, whether it be online or IRL.

65) Go to the store and buy ingredients for a healthy recipe. Cook it yourself.

66) Drink WATER!

67) Eat a super-food. (Kale Chips, smoothies, and salads are easy and quick to make)

68) I recommend healthy food, but I’m a health crazy person, sooo, if you want a treat, make some cookies, cake, or another comfort food.

69) Drink something warm, for comfort. Tea is my favorite, but coffee or cocoa work too.

70) Drink something cold, to feel refreshed and energized. Lemon Water, Juice, Iced Tea and Sparkling water are good. Soda works too but it’s very sugar-y.

71) Speaking of sugar, AVOID IT. Same with saturated fat. It’s okay every so often in comfort food, but try not to eat it on a regular basis.

72) This one is my personal favorite… MESSAGE ME! I’m always here for you if you have any questions about this post or if you just need someone to chat with. As someone who has/still does struggle with anxiety and some other issues, I know how important it is to talk to someone who gets it.

73) As much as I stress not eating junk food, don’t beat yourself up over it if you eat some. As someone who has struggled with that, know that it’s not worth getting upset over.

74) Go see a therapist, or the doctor, or whoever you feel you need to see. Seriously, if you think you need it, get professional help.

75) If you’re not feeling well, look up some home remedies for your symptoms, but if worse comes to worse, go get some medicine, even if it’s just over the counter.

76) Tell yourself that you a beautiful, and write a list of five compliments about yourself.

77) If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend/partner, tell them that you love them and spend some time with them. If you aren’t to the ‘I love you’ point yet, just let them know that you appreciate them.

78) If you are single, invite friends over, (or stay home alone), eat ice cream, talk, and watch movies. Remember that you are never truly alone!

77) Remember, self care is important. You deserve to take care of yourself.


Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take my own advice and drink some water. Love you all,

- Irene, aka Lumiere Study.Blr

suertuda  asked:

Hi lovelies! You're the best <3 I'm currently reading Dragonfly in Amber and I couldn't help thinking: what if when Claire reached Jamie and Randall dueling she got in the middle and they were so absorbed in the fighting that one of them (Randall I suppose) wounded Claire? I like all the angst I can get muahaha

Claire pursed her lips, thinking.

Then returned her gaze to the neatly wrapped parcels of twigs, powders, and dried leaves evenly spaced on the tabletop Jamie had just finished with Roger’s help.

She would need more shelves in this new surgery, especially while Mandy and Fanny had to bed down in there at night while Roger and Brianna’s own cabin was built. The girls needed space for their sparse belongings – and Claire had the luxury of two bare walls to dream about.

Slowly but surely she was adding to her stores. Her basket – cleverly divided into sections with bits of old wood – had made do since they’d returned to the Ridge, but now that Jamie and Ian were putting the finishing touches on the new Big House, they could focus on the non-essentials (as in, anything not directly related to ensuring they stayed warm and dry and insulated from the wind). So…

“Sassenach?”

Jamie’s tall shadow loomed behind the curtain in the doorway – for they had yet to install proper doors on the first floor of the new house – and gently he pulled back the cheery scrap of calico.

She hadn’t seen him since breakfast – and her day was immediately better.

“Found these.” He stepped toward her, standing on the other side of the table, gently laying down a handful of distinctive orange tubers.

“Bloodroot!” Eagerly she scraped at one root with her thumbnail, yielding the thick red sap that gave the plant its name. “Where did you find this?”

He met her smiling eyes, and the corners of his lips turned upward, clearly pleased. “Ach, just clearing out some rocks and I saw the flowers. I minded that one time – before – we were out in the woods and you pointed it out to me. A pretty flower, but a deadly root, aye?”

“Yes – we’ve got to be careful, it’s poisonous if eaten. But it’s a fantastic emetic – and with all the children around now, we’re bound to need it sometime.”

Jamie’s four-fingered hand slid across the table – careful to not disturb any of her packets – and rested comfortably on her forearm. “I should be worrit if ye decide to use it on *me* one of these days, aye?”

She smiled, shaking her head, expecting him to steal a quick kiss and go.

But instead his hand slid down her arm, the pad of his thumb worrying the veins and tendons on the inside of her wrist. Eyes downcast.

She slowly counted to ten.

“What’s on your mind?”

His brow furrowed – the lines deeper than they had ever been. So much weight he had borne on his shoulders in the months since they’d returned to the Ridge – the need to call back his scattered flock, rebuild their livelihood, oversee plantings, construct the new house, re-learn the tangled web of relationships that sustained the Ridge and its neighboring communities. Tempered of course by the joy of wee Oggy – then of Brianna and Roger and Jem and Mandy – and even William, when he had visited during the previous month.

It was a lot. Not that he’d ever admit as much to anyone – except her, of course.

“I was clearing the creek of some stones when I found the bloodroot.” His right hand still played with her left hand, his left hand idly tracing several of the packets. “Thought Brianna and the weans should have a proper stone hearth in their new house. So I was down in the creek and she and Frances didna see me.”

Fanny had blossomed in the months since she’d come to the Ridge. Free now to become her own person, and to enjoy whatever childhood she had left.

And she had developed a special bond with Brianna, to everyone’s surprise. Perhaps it was because Brianna reminded her so much of William – in looks, in mannerisms, in the way that they gave her respect. But Claire suspected that it was also because Bree filled the void in Fanny’s life when Jane was taken away from her – and Bree clearly relished the novelty of having a younger sister.

“What were they talking about?”

“I didna realize they were there at first. But then I caught William’s name – Frances was talking about him.”

A soft afternoon breeze fluttered through the open window – with real glass, a luxury that felt almost decadent – stirring several of the lighter packets on the table.

“How he had saved her. After Jane – after she died. And how she had been so…terrified of what would happen to her. Because she thought she was only good for one thing.”

Claire squeezed his fingers. “Jamie – ”

Now his voice rose in pitch, his eyes far, far away. “She told Bree that one time, she walked into a room and saw a man…taking Jane from behind. And she was worrit the man would then do it to her. *A Dhia,* Claire. I – ”

“Sshh, Jamie. I – ”

“Damn it, Claire. She came so close. So, so close.”

Quickly Claire walked around the table to stand right in front of her husband, hands resting on his elbows.

“But it didn’t happen, Jamie.”

Finally his eyes met hers. Wide. Frantic.

“But it *could* have, Claire. And God help me, I was there standing in that stream, hearing Brianna try to make sense of what the girl was telling her – and all I could see was wee Fergus on his knees and Jack FUCKING Randall behind him, sneering at me in Paris.”

The pulse in his neck throbbed – his hands all clammy, his mind locked in terrible memories.

“I’m taking you upstairs.” Claire gripped Jamie’s hand and attempted to drag him toward the curtain. But he wouldn’t budge – and instead sank on his knees to the floor.

Eyes shining with tears.

“God help me, Claire – why are men such…such monsters to women? Just listening to Frances, and listening to Brianna trying to reassure her…”

He slammed his fist on the floorboards he had so lovingly and carefully crafted. The few precious glass jars on the table rattled.

“Damn it, Claire, she was being such a good sister to the wee girl, and Randall ROBBED her of her sister. Of…” His voice shook. “Of our Faith.”

Shocked into silence, Claire reacted purely by instinct. Kneeling before Jamie – opening her arms, allowing him to drop his head into her shoulder, his arms squeezing her so, so tight, her neck hot with his tears.

“I’m here,” she whispered over and over, slipping one hand under his shirt to caress his back – skin on skin, touching the scars Randall had given him so many lifetimes ago, making it impossible for him to think of that day without feeling here healing touch on him.

Outside in the dooryard, Ian called to Roger. Mandy sang a song to Esmerelda. A blue jay tittered from somewhere high up in a fir tree.

“WE are here, Jamie,” she murmured against his temple. “WE are safe. WE have survived.”

“I love you, Claire.”

“Hush. I love you, Jamie. I’m here.”

“God, if ye’d never come back to me…” he shuddered.

“Don’t think about that. Just think about here, right now. We are together. Stronger. Yes?”

“Aye.”

“And we treasure what we have because of what we have endured. What we have survived.”

Then he stood, and pulled back a bit. Looking at her.

“You are the joy of my life, Claire.”

How her heart soared with love for this man. For what he had done for her – would do for her.

“Take me upstairs?” she asked quietly. “I need time with you.”

He reached for her right hand – the hand that miraculously still bore the ring he’d had made for her, all those years ago – and kissed it reverently.

“We have all the time in the world, do we not, my Sassenach?”

Then he quickly crossed the room, and held back the curtain for her, and together they raced up the stairs, eager to make time stop.

6

ya lit meme: [9/10] books or series ≡ i’ll give you the sun

“I want to get my invisibility sweatshirt and skullcap out of my bag and put it on. But I don’t. I want to believe the red ribbon around my wrist will keep me safe always. But it won’t. I want to play How Would You Rather Die? instead of figuring out how to live. But I can’t. I’m over being a coward. I’m sick of being on pause, of being buried and hidden, of being petrified, in both senses of the word. I don’t want to imagine meadows, I want to run through them.”

anonymous asked:

William is present when the Mackenzies return. He witnessed Jamie and Brianna's loving and reunion and it makes him wonder more about Jamie. Jamie also reintroduces them as brother and sister.

So a large part of this new fic is what I have in mind as something that could happen in Book 9 (but I also know probably/definitely won’t). I was outlining it to Gotham one night a WHILE back and promised her I’d write it for her and since so much of it fits with various prompts we already have in the drafts, it just made sense to use it here on Imagine. To make it’s start fit with this specific prompt, there’s a little bit of canon tweaking necessary, namely that the new big house is already finished and Ian and Rachel have just moved into their own very recently completed cabin.

Also a small disclaimer: I do not read the Daily Lines and in fact, try to avoid them (I prefer passages with full context and like my first read through the book to happen without me getting constantly distracted by my brain jumping up and going, ‘oh, I remember when DG posted this bit,’ or ‘I guess X scene was edited out/down’).

Enjoy.

-Mod Lenny

Homecoming

Part One

There was a great deal of confusion as they all talked over one another, hugging and squeezing and kissing and laughing and crying. Jamie nearly collapsed under Jem’s weight as he tried to hoist the lad onto his back to carry him up to the big house but Claire and Brianna rushed to steady them and with another laugh they were off to get the MacKenzies settled in.

“Ian’s married and they have a baby,” Claire explained to Brianna, the two of them lagging a few steps behind. “Your uncle Ian passed, I’m afraid, a few years ago now but your father was able to be with him and he brought your aunt Jenny with him. She’s staying with Ian and Rachel now the baby’s come.”

“Jenny’s here?” Brianna said with surprise. “And where did you tell her Roger and I were?”

Claire paused and turned to her daughter, her voice dropping low. “She knows now. Everything. When we went to Scotland and Ian was… we told them both the whole truth.”

Brianna just nodded.

“She’ll be thrilled to see you, though,” Claire assured her. “And to meet Jem and Mandy.”

“We’ll have to go tomorrow to see them,” Brianna promised.

“Actually… Since they’ve just finished with their new house, they’re having a gathering of sorts there tonight to celebrate… Sort of a barn raising,” Claire said. “I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to have you there and celebrate your return as well. I know Ian’s missed you as much as your father and I have and you’ll love Rachel.”

“Sounds like it’ll be a long night,” Brianna laughed. “It’s just such a relief to be back after everything that’s happened.”

Jamie, Roger, and Jem had reached the big house and Jamie was showing it off––it had just been finished it a few weeks before.

Claire looked around.

“Where’s Mandy? It must all be a bit overwhelming for her here,” Claire remarked then added sadly, “She can’t possibly remember us.”

Brianna looked around for her daughter too, then sighed with relief when she spotted her further down the path staring back at the road they’d walked a short time earlier.

“Mandy is… I’m not entirely sure how to describe it,” Brianna confessed, telling Claire quickly about the experiments Joe had helped her conduct with the children back in Boston. “Whatever it is she’s got it stronger than Jem but even he would say things about Da that… Especially at the old family cemetery…” She shivered. “I’m not sure what to make of it but if Mandy says or does something that seems… familiar… It’ll take some getting used to but if it helps, I don’t think she’ll be shy with you and Da.”

“What’re you looking at Mandy, dear?” Claire asked quietly.

Her dark curls were wild in the light mountain breeze and when she turned her head it blew them across the face of her red-haired doll, which she clutched tightly to her chest.

“Someone’s coming,” she informed them, then turned back to stare at the road that wound along the edge of the clearing and could be seen a short ways into the woods while the trees remained thin, but soon it wound around a bend and dropped out of sight to head further down the mountain.

Claire squinted then turned to Brianna who had been squinting as well.

“Mandy, honey, I don’t see anyone coming,” Brianna responded. When Claire caught her eye, Brianna tilted her head as if to say, See what I mean?

“But he’s there,” Mandy insisted.

Claire raised a hand to shield her eyes and then reached for Brianna who had crouched to be at Mandy’s level.

“She’s right,” Claire exclaimed. “There’s a wagon coming.”

“Who could it be?” Brianna asked mimicking Claire’s posture. “You’re not expecting anyone are you?”

Claire snorted. “No, but you lot still showed up, didn’t you?”

“Mandy honey, go tell Da and Grandda that someone’s coming,” Brianna instructed.

Mandy ran back to the house as Claire’s feet began to pull her towards the path leading down to the road. The wagon made its way into the clearing by the Higgins’ cabin and Amy emerged. Claire could only tell that there appeared to be a man and a woman in the wagon with possibly a child in the woman’s arms. Their hats obscured their faces but Amy’s gestures clearly indicated that she was explaining the way up to the big house.

“Ye should see the surgery yer da built for yer mam,” Roger called as he made his way from the house back down to where Claire and Brianna still watched and waited. “It’s bigger’n the last one.”

“The kids?”

“They’re climbin’ yer da like a jungle gym. Sounds like they’ll each find playmates over at Ian’s tonight. Germain and a lass called Fanny were sent o’er early to help get things ready.”

“Mama was just telling me.”

“Looks like they’re makin’ their way up,” Roger remarked as the wagon turned toward the steeper path up to the big house’s overlook. The man climbed down then helped the woman––who definitely held a baby in her arms––then he took hold of the horses’ reins to guide the creatures and the lightened wagon up the path.

Jamie came along with Jem hanging from his back and Mandy wrapped around his leg.

“Miss Mandy says we’ve more visitors on the way. I told her she and Jem might have to sleep in the barn wi’ the horses to be sure there’s room, unless someone doesna mind sleepin’ on the bed in yer surgery.”

Jem let go of Jamie and dropped to the ground. “I’ll go see if they need help,” he exclaimed and broke off into a run before any of the adults could stop him.

“Wait for me!” Mandy cried and hurried after him.

“Watch your feet!” Brianna called after them before closing her eyes, unable to watch as her reckless children tore downhill to besiege the poor wanderers.

Jamie chuckled and wrapped an arm around his daughter, pulling her into his chest and pressing a kiss to her brow. “They seem happy in spite of everything.”

“It’s good to be home and all together again,” Brianna nodded, resting her head against Jamie’s shoulder and putting her arms around him. “We’ve missed you.”

“Mrs… Friend Claire!” Dottie Hunter called awkwardly then shifted the baby in her arms to wave.

“Oh,” Claire gasped before turning briefly to Jamie who had gone pale and still enough for Brianna’s brow to furrow.

It was now clear the man leading the horses on foot was not Dottie’s husband. At his cousin’s exclamation, William Ransom had looked up in time to see two children barreling toward them and a ways further up Mother Claire and Jamie Fraser with two others, a younger man and woman whose hair had unmistakably come from her father.

Jem reached them first and smiled with triumph.

“D’ye need help wi’ yer horses?”

“I… I think I can manage,” William said hesitantly, staring at Jem with intent curiosity. The boy looked familiar beyond his obvious resemblance to his grandfather.

“Who might you––thee––be?” Dottie asked.

“Jem MacKenzie.” Mandy finally reached them, panting after her run. “My sister’s Mandy. Do ye ken Grandda and Grannie?”

“Yes, actually,” William said turning to get the horses moving again. Jem and Mandy walked a short ways ahead of the visitors. “I’m William Ransom and this is my cousin, Mrs. Hunter.”

“Thee can call me Dottie,” she insisted with a smile for Mandy.

“Wha’s yer bairn called?” Mandy asked pointing to the fidgeting bundle in Dottie’s arms.

“Her name is Minnie, for her grandmother.”

“William… Dottie!” Claire called as she met them on their way up. Jamie, Brianna, and Roger remained waiting in the clearing by the ledge. “What brings the two of you here? Is Denny all right?”

“Yes,” Dottie said with a smile that was clearly forced. “But he’s with the army still and with the baby… He wanted us somewhere safe and with family if possible so Cousin William agreed to bring me here to see if Friend––Sister––Rachel and Brother Ian… I should have written first to give Thee warning but it was faster to simply come in person…”

Claire smiled and stepped forward to peer at the blinking baby in Dottie’s arms. “May I?”

Dottie nodded and looked relieved to have Claire take hold of the baby.

“I’m sure Rachel and Ian will be happy to have you to stay with them and this little one,” Claire cooed at Minnie who gurgled and stuck her hand in her mouth, “has a cousin to meet.”

“Really?” Dottie reached to take Minnie back from Claire as the child began to fuss with hunger, her fist proving unsatisfying.

“William, you can stay here at the house with us,” Claire insisted. “For as long as you want.”

“Thank you, Mother––Mrs. Fraser. But I don’t expect I’ll need to stay more than the night,” he protested, not looking at her but rather staring at the ground. His jaw clenched tight and Claire remembered something vague Ian had mentioned in passing about William and Rachel.

“Ye’ll come to the party tonight though,” Mandy objected. “Grannie and Mam said they was havin’ a party tonight. We’re gonna suprise ‘em.”

“They’ll be surprised all right,” Roger said hoisting Mandy up and settling her on his shoulders. As he got hold of her foot in one hand and felt her fingers get a tight grip in his hair, he held his other hand out to William. “Roger MacKenzie. I believe we met once before a few years ago now.”

Recognition dawned on William’s face and there was a brief but vibrant flush that immediately followed and quickly suppressed.

“I believe you’re correct, Mr. MacKenzie.” William returned the handshake politely.

“Are ye comin’ to the party tonight?” Mandy reiterated, not having forgotten that William had yet to promise he’d join them.

“Oh uh…”

“You lot can go on ahead to Ian and Rachel’s with Grandda,” Claire said as they came up to Jamie and Brianna. “He’ll show you and Dottie here the way. I’ll stay back a while and help William with the horses and to unload the wagon. We’ll also need to get the rooms made up for so many guests. I’m sure William wouldn’t mind helping with that.” She looked to Jamie whose eyes had gone wet in that painful way of someone who hasn’t been able to blink. “Jenny and Rachel will be grateful for the help and Ian will be after your company setting up outside.”

“Are ye sayin’ we should be goin’ now?” Jem asked, confused.

Brianna looked up at Jamie, then over at her mother, before landing on William who was looking between the ground and Jamie.

“William,” Jamie finally spoke. “Welcome.”

“Mr. Fraser,” William muttered quietly.

“Thank thee Friend Fras––James,” Dottie said stepping forward and giving a small bob of her head. “It is kind of thee to welcome us to your––thine––home.”

“Why’s she talkin’ funny, Da?” Mandy whispered loudly into Roger’s ear.

He gave her leg a little pinch. “Dinna be rude, Amanda,” he hissed back.

“Please, let me introduce our daughter, Brianna, and her family,” Jamie said broadly with a smile for Dottie. He still had an arm around Brianna but he let his hold on her slacken. “Her husband, Roger Mac, and their bairns, Jeremiah and Amanda. We’ve another grandson, Germain, stays wi’ us here and the lass William kens, Fanny, as well. They’re already with Ian and Rachel to get ready for the gathering. Fanny’s quite taken wi’ the wee bairn and if ye bring another for her to play wi’ ye’ll have to keep an eye on her to be sure ye get yer wean back.”

Dottie laughed but there were tears in her eyes. “It sounds like precisely what Denny wanted for us,” she said. “Somewhere cheery and safe away from the war.”

“It is that,” Jamie nodded. “Now Bree, Mrs. Hunter here is Lord John Gray’s niece––ye’ll remember John, of course. She’s wed to one of yer mam’s surgeon friends from the war, Denny Hunter.”

“Denny is Ian’s Rachel’s brother,” Claire added.

Bree laughed, a little higher and more self-conscious than usual. “You need to cool it with the names unless you’re going to write it out on a piece of paper and quiz me on it later. It’ll be easier to remember once I have the faces to go with the names.” She reached over and shook the other woman’s hand.

“Thee can begin with Dottie,” she said, bowing her head to Brianna after releasing her hand.

“And William…” Jamie said, using his hand on Brianna’s shoulder to turn her slightly towards him as well. “Yer brother.” He said it quietly, now as an attempt to whisper but because of the tightness that rose in his throat at being able to say it at all.

Brianna looked to Claire who gave her a small nod.

“Yes,” William said with his head held high as though prepared for battle. “I know. Dottie does as well. And I’m assuming you’ve known all along. I… I remember now… meeting you and your family in the street that day.”

“I’m confused,” Jem declared. “Are we no goin’ to Uncle Ian’s?”

“Of course we are,” Roger said putting a hand to Jem’s head and twisting his wrist to turn the lad around. “And yer grandda’s goin’ to lead the way.”

Jamie sighed and blinked a few times as though shaking off a stupor. “Aye. We can leave now, if Mrs. Hunter is agreeable. She has been travelling for some time today already and if she needs a rest––”

“Actually, I need the walk,” she asserted, her eyes watching William who held tight to the horses’ reins and made no move to lead them further while so many people remained in the clearing. “I’ve been sitting in the wagon for hours and my legs need the movement.”

“How’re your arms?” Brianna asked stepping over and offering to take the baby. “If you’ve been sitting, you’ve probably been carrying her longer.”

Again, Dottie was relieved to pass the light weight of the baby off to another, carefully tucking in the ends of little Minnie’s blanket. “Thee is too kind.”

There was some maneuvering as a small bag of Dottie’s things was put together from the wagon. The rest would be brought over to Ian and Rachel’s cabin when the housing arrangements were settled more definitively. William remained silent and rather stoic as Claire guided most of the efforts to get Jamie and the MacKenzies on their way.

“Ye’re all right wi’ him, Sassenach?” Jamie asked quietly as she stepped up to bid him a brief farewell.

“I’ll make sure he agrees to stay for a while,” she promised him before rising on her toes to give him a light kiss. “He’s clearly overwhelmed just now and a little time to process it all is what he needs.”

Jamie pressed his forehead to hers and sighed with relief. “Aye. I’ll speak wi’ Brianna on the matter, then.”

“She’s bound to have questions of her own,” Claire agreed. “Of the two of them, I’m not sure which of us has the more enviable task.”

Jamie chuckled and kissed Claire’s forehead one last time before moving off towards the path recently cut through the trees leading a little further around the mountain and then down to the small clearing where Ian and Rachel’s cabin was nestled.

things to think about

  • turning onto the last page of book nine and knowing it’ll all be over in a matter of seconds
  • reading the last sentence, the last line of the series that’s such a huge fucking deal words can’t even describe it
  • not seeing a “book 10 coming 2015” page
  • finally having to close the book and move on with your life
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15.  Would you join S.P.E.W.?

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anonymous asked:

How about a conversation between Bree and Jenny after Jenny learns the truth.

Homecoming - Part Three

Part One, Part Two

William arrives on the Ridge shortly after the MacKenzies’ return. A large part of this fic is what I have in mind as something that could happen in Book 9 (but I also know probably/definitely won’t). 

Another small disclaimer: I do not read the Daily Lines and in fact, try to avoid them.

This installment is a little long so I’ll throw in a Read More. Let me know if you have trouble viewing it in its entirety. Otherwise, enjoy.

-Mod Lenny


Brianna was grateful to Roger for urging the children to run ahead up the path and then keeping Dottie preoccupied so she and her father could hang back with a measure of privacy.

“How did he find out?” Brianna asked.

Jamie sighed and raised a hand to run it over his head like he was trying to think of the best way to explain. “I thought yer mother said she’d written to ye about it––but maybe ye’ll no have gotten them yet? We havena figured the best way––”

“We got them,” Brianna assured him. “And we read a lot of them––we didn’t want to rush through and finish them too quickly. But then everything happened and I read them fast to see––”

“What do ye mean by that? What happened that brought ye back?” Jamie interrupted.

“Nice try,” Brianna said with a smile Jamie had sorely missed. “I asked you first.”

With a resigned roll of his eyes, Jamie told Brianna about the misunderstanding concerning the ship he and Jenny had taken, what John Grey had done to try and protect Claire, and William’s appearance during Jamie’s resurrection. He only paused now and again to shout directions for Roger to turn or keep straight with the path.

“From what yer mother and Jenny said, he didna take it well,” Jamie confessed, his face and neck darkening.

“I can imagine,” Brianna said with a wry laugh.

Jamie flushed briefly. “I ken yer mam will be able to talk him into staying a few days at least––whatever he thinks of me he respects her and wouldna refuse. I only hope ye’ll have some time to know him better before he goes again.”

“I’d like that too,” she agreed.

“Now I believe it’s yer turn, a leannan. How is it ye’ve come back here again?”

Brianna explained about Jem’s abduction and Roger’s search, finding Jem again and having no way to let Roger know save one.

“Once we found him, there was only one place we could think to go where we might truly be safe,” she told him but refused to look at him. She had left out the part where first Roger and then she and the children had stopped at Lallybroch. It was still too raw for her to wrap her mind around and with thoughts of William’s presence still fresh in her mind… She needed the distraction and the joy of the gathering to settle her racing thoughts; to see her cousin again, meet his wife and son, to watch Jem and Germain playing and hear other people’s stories.

“We’re glad to have ye back,” Jamie assured her by reaching an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in to kiss the top of her head. “One of the better surprises we’ve had lately.”

“Are we almost there yet?” Mandy whined having stopped and waited for them to catch up. “My feet hurt and dinna wanna walk any more.”

“It’s no much farther,” Jamie informed her before stooping to the ground and encouraging her to climb aboard his back. “Just at the crest of this rise ye’ll be able to see their wee clearing. If ye listen close ye can hear the folks who’re already there and can ye no smell the smoke from the fire? They’ll be roasting meat from our cooking supper on the wind before long and it’s yer belly it’ll be speaking to when it does, tellin’ it how tasty it’ll be to gobble up.”

Mandy giggled against Jamie’s back, her grouchiness already fading now that he carried her.

“I could eat a whole coo I’m sae hungry,” she declared.

“And what of Jem?” Would ye settle for half and share wi’ him?”

“He can have the front half and I’ll have the back,” Mandy announced after a moment’s thought. “I want the half wi’ the milk.”

Jamie laughed and hurried forward when Mandy urged him to go faster so they’d get to the cow before Jem could lay claim to the back half.

Soon it was Roger at Brianna’s side as they reached the crest of the hill and saw the new house and clearing spread before them. A small cabin was off to the side and the large, central area of the yard before the new house had the beginnings of a bonfire under way.

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