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Collision Course - Epilogue

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven,
Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten

Here’s the final official piece of Collision Course. I’m leaving it open ended enough that I can come back to it again at some point in the future. Till then, thanks for reading. –– Mod Lenny

Claire lay satiated and warm under the blankets with Jamie. His fingers were tracing the line of her spine and out along her ribs while she had her palm pressed to his chest and could feel the steady beat of his heart still matching her own.

“And ye’re sure there’s naught we can do to stop it coming?” Jamie asked quietly.

“Not the way that Frank talked about it,” Claire explained. “I mean… we could try… but there’s just too much we have no control over. We would probably have to get to Charles Stuart himself to stop it and even then… If the seeds of this Rising were sown back in the ‘15, it’s just not possible.”

“I’d have thought someone who had travelled through time would show a bit more skepticism about what’s possible and what’s not,” Jamie teased lightly but Claire remained serious.

“You’re already an outlaw,” she reminded him. “Do you want to wind up being charged as a traitor? Or worse, lying dead on a battlefield?”

Jamie’s eyes narrowed and his hand stilled on her back.

“Aye, I am an outlaw… and what if this is the only chance I have to get that lifted? If instead of losing, we can help the Stuarts to succeed––”

“You’re willing to take that risk? To risk all of Lallybroch, to risk your life, to risk… to risk this––us––our future?” Claire interrupted. She raised herself up on one arm to look him in the eye.

After a moment Jamie’s expression softened and his hand came up to brush the hair back over her shoulder so he could trace the line of her collarbone.

“No… I already came as close to losing ye as I ever want to,” he murmured. “But if we’re no to stop it or change it… We still canna stay here… We’ll need a safe place to go, another plan to see about clearing my name.”

“And a way to prepare Lallybroch for what’s coming––while away from it, apparently,” Claire added, lowering herself back down to rest her cheek against Jamie’s chest. His hand moved to play with her hair. “It’ll be safest for us on the continent somewhere… or in the colonies.”

Jamie’s hand hesitated and she felt him tense nervously beneath her.

“The crossing to France I can manage,” Jamie said with evident embarrassment, “but to be aboard ship as long as it takes to reach the colonies… That I canna do, I’m afraid.”

“It is a bit far for communication with your sister and her husband to be effective,” Claire agreed.

“Aye but that’s not… Ah, ye’ll find out soon enough I suppose. I canna be on a ship for long––canna so much as set foot on one––without gettin’… terrible seasick.”

“Oh,” Claire said in a voice high with surprise. “That’s… useful to know… I guess that means we’ll be going to France.”

“We could go further if ye like once we reach land again. But I do have kin in France that might be willing to host us till we settle. And it’s closer should I be able to clear my name.”

“Where in France?”

“I’ve an uncle at an abbey but it’s my father’s cousin––Jared––in Paris I think might put us up. I stayed wi’ him while studying at université. He’s a wine business I can help him with, if he’ll have me,” Jamie told her, his hand beginning to stroke her bare back again.

“Paris,” Claire murmured quietly. “I was stationed in France during the war. Spent some time in Paris as well. It’ll be interesting to see how it’s changed from then to now.”

“Hmm… Jared has important customers… Perhaps I’ll be able to make an acquaintance or two who can help wi’ securing a pardon…” Jamie speculated.

“Would Colum or Dougal know anyone who could help?”

Jamie sighed. “Maybe… Colum kens the Duke of Sandringham… He seemed… fond of me when he visited Leoch while I was there at sixteen… Dinna ken that he’d remember me, though, nor that he’d agree to anything wi’out Colum asking first… and Colum’s no likely to help now I’ll no be comin’ back.”

“And since we directly disobeyed Dougal’s instructions about returning to Leoch,” Claire added.

“Ach. We’ll find our way once we get to France. And we can start wi’ telling Jenny and Ian of the changes ye think ought to be made ‘round Lallybroch to prepare for what ye say is comin’,” Jamie told Claire, his hand drifting further down from her back to linger over the curves of her hip and then her buttocks. “We’ll find a way to safeguard Lallybroch so it’ll be ready for us when we come back. But until then, we’ll make a place for ourselves in France… a place where we can build a future… build a family.”

He said the last in a quieter, more questioning tone.

Claire had last had her courses just before she and Jamie wed about a month before. Though they hadn’t arrived yet, Claire suspected they would come any day; she had already felt the slight twinges that warned her they were imminent and given everything that had happened in the last few weeks, she would have been surprised if she had fallen pregnant. She hadn’t told him much about her failed attempts to conceive with Frank… not yet. One part of her scolded the other for keeping quiet while that part argued that she couldn’t be sure why she and Frank had failed in their efforts. Perhaps it hadn’t happened because it wasn’t meant to happen; not with Frank. Perhaps with Jamie it would be different. She found herself looking forward with more hope than she’d felt in a while. The world was full of possibility.

She smiled at Jamie and took his free hand in hers. “A family,” she agreed quietly, twining her fingers with his as he grinned back at her, drew her closer for a kiss.

But he pulled away at the last moment, his attention drawn to their joined hands. He turned them to try and examine them in the dim light cast by the dying fire. When that wasn’t enough, he let his grip slacken so he could take hold of her fingers more formally, his fingers checking the knuckles of hers until he located her ring finger and confirmed his suspicions.

“Yer ring… the gold one––it’s gone.”

“Mmmhmm.” Claire felt a brief stab of guilt. “I’m not sure where I lost it. I didn’t notice until we were halfway here. The last I know I had it was at Craigh na Dun.”

“I’m sorry ye lost it. I’m sorry ye’ve nothing to remember him by,” Jamie said raising the bare hand to his lips.

“It’s all right,” she assured him. “I won’t forget him…And now he can move on rather than wonder what’s happened to me…” At least, she hoped Frank was all right; wished that someday he would be able to understand why she’d made the decision she had and would find it in him to forgive her. “But you’re my husband now. My only husband.” 

As Jamie cupped her arse and pulled her flush against him, Claire knew she had no regrets. Pushing Jamie over onto his back again, she threw off the blankets so that they were both exposed to the cooler air of their bedroom. She kissed him, drawing him up so that she sat straddling his lap, his thighs straining hers wider as he found his way to the center of her. Rubbing her nose along the line of his, she rode him towards the future they were beginning to build together.

He held it so tight, the edges were biting into his palm when he floated back to consciousness.

Frank rolled his head around on the ground, straining to see where Claire had ended up.

I’m sorry.

He pushed himself up onto his forearms, gritting his teeth and groaning against the pain.

She wasn’t there.

He opened his hand and saw it––her ring, the one he had given her. From F. to C. with love, he’d had inscribed inside the simple band. Always.

I’m sorry.

He could go back again, he could reach out to those stones––she would still be there, she wouldn’t have gotten far…

I’m sorry.

Tears stung his eyes but he wouldn’t let them fall; instead he screamed. Screamed at the stones that had taken her from him in the first place; screamed at the man she had chosen instead of him; screamed at the fact that he didn’t know what he should do about any of it.

When his throat was hoarse, he stopped screaming and got to his feet.

What would have happened in the two weeks he’d been gone? Would his car still be waiting with his things packed for his trip to Oxford? Or would someone have spotted it? He hoped it was still there; it would be easier to pretend this ordeal had never happened, to change his clothes and continue to Oxford. He raised his hand to look at the circle of gold sitting in the center of his palm. The bandages along his wrists were dirty and needed to be changed. Claire had said he needed antibiotics as soon as he could get them.

He let his hand fall to his side, the gold wedding ring slipping to the ground where he stepped around it and began to move outside the stone circle.

From F. to C. with love. Always.

I’m sorry.


Give up all the things you can’t control  ✿
Still yourself and watch them come and go   ✿
Wherever you are, you’ll find you’re home at last   ✿

lovewithintuition  asked:

Top 5 Melissa quotes?

  • The universe works in beautiful, wonderful ways. Terrible things happen to make us realize more about ourselves. I always talk about the gift. There’s a gift in every adversity, there’s something to learn.
  • It’s the same as facing the day itself; I wake up every morning thinking this might be the day that I’m hit by falling space debris, I still go out, get jacked up on coffee, and have the best day I can!
  • The ability to fight isn’t a one-size fits all; everybody is different. 
  • I relate to her in a way a lot of women relate to her. Of course, I think we are both extremely sensitive to other people. It took years for me to find my own personal courage, to learn to speak up for myself for instance. I think I’m a fighter. I think when I have something to do I really try to do my best, especially when, you know, it’s for someone else…..yeah, there’s quite a bit actually. 
  • Once [fans] start getting nasty to each other, it’s heartbreaking to me and so unnecessary. I have to walk away and try to avoid things where I might see something like that. There’s just enough nastiness in the world, big, serious nastiness that I don’t understand why people [do it.] To what end, I don’t get it. It hurts people
  • I love photography. I love painting. I love making hats. I love thinking. I just like kind of sitting, just roaming around in my brain. I also like observing people. That’s something I’ve always loved to do, although it’s a little harder to find places to go to just kind of watch people. Yeah, psychology is something I’m very interested in. I love watching documentaries.
  • My parents were so relieved. My dad was like, ‘I was just about to go buy one of those 200,000-inch TVs just so I could see your name at the end if they hadn’t put it up front in bigger font type.’ It’s all very fancy to us.

put “top 5” anything in my ask

Thoughts on sexuality

Sexuality is like a rainbow, it comes in different colors and that’s what makes it interesting.

These are the things people don’t tell you when you’re trying to be part of the lgbtq+ community. And usually if they do have a reply most of the time they seem bothered that you don’t know. I think it’s important to understand that most of us are raised in very straight environments and that when we ask about something regarding the lgbtq+ community to know that it’s very uplifting when someone answers your question with patience and understanding, that to me is constructive criticism. The more we can talk about sexuality the more awareness we will have within our community and maybe even straight people. My intention with this post is to leave a seed that will help people understand sexuality and open a space to discuss it, I’m honestly someone that's still learning about the subject.

If you’re reading this and feel like you have information that might be useful I encourage you to share.

For most people sex is between a man and a women.

Now, if you haven’t figured out what your sexuality is know that It’s ok, I think you might relate to some of the things I have to say, so keep reading.

Growing up what they teach us about sex is very limited, and as you’re growing up and exploring your sexuality the lack of knowledge can make you feel like what you’re attracted to is weird and you should feel ashamed for even wanting it. We live in a strange time because despite the fact that we have technology we still find ourselves limited to what we can say,do,want etc. Because of what family or close friends might think and react.
As you grow up you realize that every person is, it’s own world that must be explored.

And what I mean by this is that some people will be :

Straight: a person who connects emotionally and physically to the opposite sex.

Lesbian : a woman that connects emotionally and physically with another woman.

Gay: a man that connects physically and emotionally with another man.

Bisexual: a person that’s attracted to the same or other genders.

Trans: a person that doesn’t usually identify as strictly men or woman, their genitals don’t define their preferred sexuality.

Queer: Being queer means recognizing that there are alternate gender identities, such as transgender or genderqueer or androgynous folks, and respecting that these identities are just as legitimate as those that are visible.

Asexual : a person that looks for emotional connection and for the most part not interested in sex.

Pansexual : pansexual people are open to relationships with people who do not identify as strictly men or women, and pansexuality therefore rejects the gender binary.

I feel we can’t be molded into someone’s idea of a perfect society, we are humans, each unique to teach and learn from each other by being our authentic self. If we were all the same or followed the script that we’re given since we were small,of who we should be? and lose our purpose. life would feel as if they left out the flavor, music & color.

It’s important to remember that :

Some people are born knowing their sexuality.

Some people like me, discover along the way what their sexuality is.

As simple as that.

anonymous asked:

what do u think of the term "gay coded"

okay, like, it’s a legit thing? there are so many characters that are coded as being gay, and for a lot of them, it never actually becomes canon. sometimes that’s queerbaiting. sometimes it’s because they literally can’t do it, or the show will get cancelled immediately. gay coding is for sure a real thing.

but when a character is canonically asexual — which jughead is — then calling them gay coded anyways is actually really rude, and hurtful. i get that you can be ace and still be gay, like that’s a completely valid sexuality, but if we want to talk about subtext, then jughead is heavily coded as being aromantic. i understand that he’s never flat out said that he’s not into men, but that’s because way back when, it wasn’t something that they felt needed to be said. being gay may have been a thing, but it wasn’t something someone talked about, and it wasn’t something that the archie writers would feel the need to reject. as soon as it was, they immediately said he was ace. hell, once jughead was hit with a love (potion? ray? spell? idk) and he fell in love, not with a woman, not with a man, but with a plate of nachos. nachos. not even burgers, but nachos.

i get wanting gay rep, okay? i get it. i’m a lesbian— almost all of my rep gets killed off. but we do have some rep. not just that, but we have rep in the show. we have kevin. can you name one canonically asexual character, other than jughead? i can’t. my friends can’t.

let them have this one.


Apart from transferring ringtones being a hassle,

Can we talk about how personalizing ringtones for iPhones would require more effort because then you’d have to do some other stuff on iTunes plus editing the length??

(Plus this guy is drugged out of his mind but still wants to view her text even if he says he doesn’t care HAHAHA)

On the topic of wealthy white people wanting to be oppressed, there appears to be two categories of this phenomenon. One is on the conservative side, conservative white people thinking they’re “oppressed” as white people because they don’t perceive society prioritizing them 100 percent like it used to. On the liberal side are liberal white people very badly *wanting* to be oppressed so they can be special too. These are the people you see using “we” when talking about oppression of others, calling themselves “queer” when they’re 100 percent heterosexual, and transitioning their minor children.

The former group is more harmful and vile since they’re the ones who voted for Donald Trump, but I still see both groups as two sides of the same coin. It all flows from white people’s drive to always being on top, whether they’re on top in a traditional white supremacist fashion or if they’ve somehow positioned themselves on the oppression spectrum.

Ra and plants

Proof that science and religion can go together! Today in Biology, we talked about photosynthesis and that it’s thanks to plants that the sun’s energy can be converted into forms that the rest of the planet can use.

And I’m just floored at how complex the system is (though it’s a lot easier to remember than cellular respiration.) And I’m so grateful for the first cyanobacteria that started to produce oxygen through photosynthesis even if it led to the Great Oxygenation Event. We still remember you, anaerobic organisms.

So now I’m of the UPG that plants are like Ra’s gift to us, his children, and that we need to take care of them. And that we all need to start a garden or keep houseplants. 

anonymous asked:

Hey boys! You've been quiet for awhile. Hope you're okay :)

Tony: We’re alright, still alive.

Bucky: Tony…

Tony: What? I’m just telling the truth. We’ve been a little busy with missions over the past few days. But everything’s fine.

Bucky: All of you have been pretty quiet too.

Tony: *whispers* It’s Bucky’s birthday on March 10th, I could use some help with suggestions on what to do. And maybe what to get him.

Bucky: I can hear you, you dummy.

Tony: Oh right, super soldier hearing. No Dum-E, he’s not talking about you. Honey, you’ve made my bot sad, cheer him  up.

Bucky: I’m sorry Dum-E, I love you buddy.

Tony: Hey! What about me?

Bucky: I love you the most, sweetheart.

Wow I’m gay

How can a girl:



p>• be pretty

•be kind

• be smart

•be a huge dork

• be athletic

• love reading

• love Star Wars

• love supergirl (I’m on episode 5 lmao)

• like me (as a friend but stILL)

• want to talk to me

• want To hang around with me

• want to initiate conversations between us

• genuinely care about my wellbeing?

Tl; dr: my crush tripped and fell into me and we were so close and our hands touched and she was so nice and we talked and I don’t understand how someone so wonderful can like me? #blessed

Thrilling Intent Episode 9 Funfacts:
  • The Episode is titled: “Can’t Quit When You’re Just a head” can we please talk about this, cause it’s awesome
  • You know it’s actually pretty ingenious that the traps hinge on human curiosity to be activated.
  • Colfis immediately could tell that Ashe is a she
  • For some reason Ashe is still trying to hide her powers from Gregor
  • (Markus you’re killing me rn)
  • Markus and Gregor looked into the the hole at the same time
  • Upon seeing all the blood and gore in the main chamber, gregor said, “oh, it’s like a farm” (poor kid needs a hug)
  • Sword wolves are an old wives’ tale in the Free Isles
  • They found rings in the gore, as far as i know, they still have them
  • Apparently there are three types of golems: Progenitor, Silk Age, and common era golems
  • Ashe found (directly) above information interesting, Gregor did not
  • The progenitor golem, Verindear (?), is ADHD, pass it on
  • Colfis is missing his pinkie finger on his right hand
  • Sir Dunstan was a General
  • Dunstan’s first Line was: Sir Dunstan is here, to issue in a new age of fear
  • There were 4 golem generals including Dunstan
  • Markus reached level 3!

“When I was 6, my family had almost no money. My parents had both lost their jobs, and they had separated from one another. My mom was not yet getting any government assistance and we barely had cash for staple groceries. At that point, we were poor enough that my brother and I were probably not going to get much in the way of Christmas presents. And then, a mother of a boy in my first grade class somehow noticed our need and gave my mother $100 to buy gifts for us. She wasn’t a mom who had a lot of money herself, but it was a very generous gift and made a huge impact on us. Not only did we get some material delights that Christmas, but I’m still talking about this gesture more than three decades later. I’m still moved by the kindness of a woman whose name I can’t remember. And more than that, when I was working on founding Random Acts and thinking about what I wanted its mission to be, I couldn’t stop thinking about this small act and how it had stayed with me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that small acts of kindness can have a huge and lasting impact. So here I find myself: A well-to-do grownup with two little kids, having to be gently reminded to stop and notice those struggling around me.” -Misha Collins



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