all dai wants for christmas is you

Just wanted to say a wee Thank you

My 16 days of Outlander Revisited posts featuring Sindy Claire and DDPJamie have received so much appreciation, support, and love over the last few days, that I am quite overwhelmed!

Thank you so much 😊 I’m so glad that I can make you all smile.

I’ve been having so much fun, digging through the back catalogue of Doll Fraser pictures that I have, to create fresh ways of looking at the Season 1 episodes.

And it has inspired me to finish the series. Before Christmas I had managed to cover up to Episode 1.12’s Lallybroch, but now I am determined to complete what I started….

So all new Doll Fraser scenes are coming…..VERY SOON! 😏

thestrongestmageindigiworld  asked:

100. A Heart's Wish for Ganthea if you could please?

there’s actual GANTHEA in my inbox god mcfucking bless

Ganthea + A Heart’s Wish


“’s almost Christmas,” Felix comments.  Anthea looks up from the shelf housing various bottles of soy sauce and raises an eyebrow at her young charge.  

“And?” she prods gently.  It’s not every day Felix decides to strike mundane conversation about a holiday of all things, so she decides to proceed with caution.  If there’s one thing Anthea has learned in all her time with him, it’s that letting Felix lead the conversation leads is best.  One wrong word and he’s back to angsting in the corner.

“Whaddya want?” He refuses to look at her.  How cute.

“You don’t have to get my anything, Felix,” Anthea says.  “We don’t even celebrate Christmas-”

“It’s a shitty capitalist occasion and I detest it, but shit’s half off and you’ve put up with me and my smokes.  I gotta pay you back, I guess, so…” He fixes his bright, young eyes on her and asks, “What’s your hearts wish, Anthea?”

My heart’s wish…

Eyelids bathed in gold, covering twinkling eyes.  The feel of a scar against her mouth when he kisses her.  Rich, dark skin flush against her own.  Sweet words whispered directly into her ear and burning itself into every inch of her being.  

Everything she had given up when she Fell.

Anthea clears her throat and shrugs off the phantom sensation of arms around her (arms that she’d slept in so often she could never forget them), picking a bottle of soy sauce at random and placing it in their full shopping cart on her way over to him.  Felix grumbles when she hugs him close and presses her cheek to his head, like a mother to a child.

“What I want most…”

Is nothing you can give me, because I gave him up for this.

“…is for you to stop smoking a pack a day,” she chides.  “Cut it to half, just for me?”

“Fine,” he grouses.  Anthea smiles and kisses his hair, making sure to leave a bright red lipstick stain behind.  

“Thank you, Felix.”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.