it has been a d ay

Collision Course - Part Two

Part One


Jamie went red when he saw Claire and Willie riding up to meet them then pale as he heard how close they’d come to encountering the Red Coat patrol.

“It willna do to be encountering another similar patrol,” Dougal declared. “Not wi’ the pair of ye wi’ us. Did ye recognize the bloke they took wi’ ‘em?” he asked Willie. “Wasna one of our crofters was it?”

Willie shook his head. “No one I’ve laid eyes on before. Might ha’ been a traveler of some kind––a peddler perhaps, though I didna see a cart.”

“I want to get Claire safe away to Leoch,” Jamie announced to Dougal who was already nodding his agreement.

“Aye. Take Murtagh with ye,” he ordered, knowing there was little chance the man would leave his godson’s side regardless. “We’ll finish gathering the rents and shouldna be more than a week or two behind ye. Ye’ve learned all ye can from Horrocks, that waste of time and space.”

Claire kept quiet until they had all mounted their horses and the party had formally split and parted ways. She deliberately slowed her horse and glanced back towards Craigh na Dun and the direction the Red Coats had dragged Frank.

“Ye were right, mo nighean donn,” Jamie said in a conciliatory manner. “Ye should ha’ come wi’ me. To think ye came so close to Red Coats…” He shook his head with disgust. “Can ye forgive me, lass?”

Claire stopped her horse and took a deep breath.

“Secrets, not lies, right?” she asked, waiting and watching him as his brow creased, the set of his mouth hardening with wariness.

“Aye…”

“I probably should have told you this before we were married but I was afraid you wouldn’t believe me.” She scoffed. “You still might not but I don’t see a way around it now.”

Murtagh noticed Jamie and Claire had fallen behind and turned back to inquire as to the hold up.

Jamie deferred to Claire but was clearly prepared to send Murtagh further ahead as a scout.

She sighed. “There won’t be time to go through it all again. If you trust him––”

“With my life and yours,” Jamie interrupted firmly.

“Then he might as well stay and hear this too.”


The officers in the yard couldn’t hide their surprise as Frank was led into the fort.

“Best bring him up to Captain Randall’s office,” one of the men instructed Corporal Dawkins. “Must be a cousin or something of the sort,” he then murmured to a neighbor.

Frank kept silent, his training kicking in. What he couldn’t control was the way his heart pounded and his palms sweat. He had overheard the references to Captain Randall and knew they could only be talking about his ancestor. It was an unusual and unexpected opportunity and he was unable to think of a single thing to say despite the myriad of questions he’d had in the course of researching the man. It simply wouldn’t do to ask, “How do you come by the nickname ‘Black Jack’?” or “Are you really an agent of the Duke of Sandringham or do you have a different patron?” Similarly, he couldn’t give away anything he knew that hadn’t happened and as yet he had no idea of what the date might be––obviously it was before the ‘45, so somewhere between 1739 and 1744…

The corporal pushed him through a door into a dark office.

“Captain Randall will be with you shortly,” he was informed. The corporal swallowed uncomfortably and his head bobbed nervously.

“Thank you,” Frank said crossing to take a seat opposite the desk. He dusted off his pants and sat down leaning back and propping one foot on his other leg casually. The corporal made an odd noise behind him and Frank cleared his throat as he readjusted his posture. The instincts of his twentieth century training nudging him in the right direction but he had followed those instincts too far and he’d committed an anachronistic mistake.

A moment later the door closed behind him and he heard the latch fall into place. Waiting three beats to be sure, Frank leapt to his feet and circled the desk moving as lightly as possible.

There weren’t many papers on the desk but he did manage to ascertain he was sometime in 1743. Claire. The soldiers near that hill had mentioned a woman. He had to see if there were any references to a woman that might be Claire. He had to find her.

There was one message that had been crumpled and torn into near unreadability. All he could make out was that it had been signed by a Dougal MacKenzie, the war chief of Clan MacKenzie. Whatever news the message had carried had not been well received.

He put the correspondence down to better examine his surroundings––it wouldn’t do to become so engrossed in the materials on the man’s desk and have no greater understanding of his physical surroundings. Frank had visited Fort William several times during the course of his academic research before the war. Seeing it as a functioning fort after his own wartime experiences changed the way he looked at the space.

He crossed to the windows behind the desk. They opened inward and were at least two stories above the stone courtyard. Peering into the yard, which was only illuminated by the light of a few torches and the moon peeping in and out from the passing clouds, Frank could just make out the shape of the post used for flogging prisoners and insubordinate soldiers. There would be no escape through the windows. He would have to find some way to talk or fight his way out.

One man alone in the room shouldn’t be a problem if he could arm himself effectively and as long as he only encountered the guards outside one at a time he stood a chance against them as well.

But he couldn’t leave until he knew what had happened to Claire.

Keep reading

wHAT

WHAT DOES THAT LOOK LIKE??????????

OMF THERES NO WAY 

oh my fuck it is

MY BABY KATSUDON BOWL IS SO GROWN UP

wHAT WHAT WHAT OH MY GODDDDD

IM GONNA FRIGGIN D IE E MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWE R E DD


tHATS IT
IMMA GO DIE THIS HAS BEEN THE BEST EPISODE AND MY BODY WILL NEVER BE TO COPE WITH THIS LAST EPISODE OF THE SEASON BUT THATS O K AY

its my birth

im like 50 away from 4k followers it’d be great if u guys could reblog this <333

it’s p lame that my birthday may be the start of an apocalypse  r i p me but aye im finally 16 this year has been great thanks to all of you guys <333 yall are the best ive had so much fun in the vld fandom and made lifelong friends aaAA

Pick Up Lines The Gems Would Use Probably
  • Garnet : When I first saw you I looked for a signature because every masterpiece has one.
  • -Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?
  • -Are you a camera? Cause every time I look at you I smile.
  • ______
  • Amethyst: Aye girl, do you have an inhaler? Cause you got ass ma B)
  • -Hello, I'm a thief and i'm here to steal you heart.
  • -I think its time I tell you what everyone's been saying behind your back...Nice ass!
  • ______
  • Pearl: Your body is 65% water and I'm thirsty.
  • -Are you made of Copper and Tellurium? Cause your a Cu- Te
  • -Even if there was no gravity on Earth I'd still fall for you!
  • ______
  • Steven: Do you have a band aid? Because I just scrapped my knee falling for you.
  • -I wonna live in your sock so I can be with you every step of the way.
  • -I'm no organ donor, but I'd be happy to give you my heart.
  • ______
  • Rose: If I had a star for every time you brightened my day I'd have a galaxy in my hand.
  • -You know you're in love when you cant fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
  • -Put down the cup cake. You're already sweet enough!
  • ______
  • Jasper: Do you work at UPS? I could have sworn you were checking out my package >:D
  • -Did you get those pants on sale? Cause at my place they'd be 100% off!
  • -Do you have any tape? Cause I'm totally ripped!
  • ______
  • Peridot: You still use internet explorer? You must like it nice and slow.
  • -Your beauty rivals the graphics of Call of Duty
  • -If i cant buy you a drink, at least let me fix your laptop.
  • ______
  • Lapis: Do you hear that? The ocean wants me to join you for a drink.
  • -Wonna make a seafood pallet? You bring your mussels back to my place and I'll show you my clam.
  • -I don't know what's prettier today, the water, the sky, or your eyes.
4

Ay my first bullet journal post! 

I’ve become so obsessed with my journals recently, that I thought I’d share some pages with you. For me, bullet journaling so far has been a lesson in accepting imperfection and transferring all that information caught up in my brain onto paper. My favourite thing is being able to dedicate whole pages to quotes that I love, to break the endless pages of tasks and to-dos.

 (The 4th picture is from the start of my new travel journal, I spent some time today preparing it for my trip to Korea in July.)

RFM talks: Eileen the Crow (Bloodborne)

I have deliberately held off on writing a review for Bloodborne for several different reasons, but in case you weren’t sure though, aye I bloody love it and I could jabber on like a little monkey, but I won’t. Instead I thought I’d try and write something a bit more interesting. Today we’re going to talk about the character, Eileen the Crow.

To preface this, I’ve always loved the art direction of From Software’s Souls games and the character design in particular has always been exceptional. The artists have a great flair for the dark fantasy style, taking designs of traditional medieval armour and twisting them with ornate or bizarre flourishes. Playing through the games for the first time I’d often bump into a character and think to myself, wow that’s a snazzy piece of clothing you’ve got on there, mate. I hope I can pick that up in a shop somewhere otherwise I might have to knick it! (Disclaimer: I don’t encourage this behavior in real life, of course.)

Before I even got my hands on the game, I remember looking at some of Bloodborne’s promotional materials and concept art. There was a particular screenshot of a character wearing one of those horrid, beaked plague doctor masks and a cape made of jet-black feathers. Like I said before I was thinking to myself, I want that outfit and I want to play as that character because they look awesome. It was such an arresting image, cutting a beautifully creepy silhouette. The reason I love it is because it’s an obvious pairing of ideas (beak mask and feathers) but it’s rendered by From Software’s artists in such an elegant way that I could never personally create with my imagination.

Keep reading

reload; listen y’all l isten

i need y’all to realize something ok ay

so ffvii came out in 1997, and the year in the game is 07, and their year 00 is basically year 2000 bc they start over after every two thousand years.  so basically our 2017 is their 27 okay this is important.

okay next point – in the game vincent is born in october 1950 okay the man is 57 at the time of vii but remember they’re ten years ahead of us so from our perspective he’d be born in 1940.  he lived to age 27 so basically rip 1977/1967 here.

hear me out y’all i’m almost there.  do the math – 2016 (bc his birthday hasn’t come in 2017 yet) - 1940

my wife is 76 years old y’all from our perspective

old as dirt and i’m p sure second only to ardyn on list of oldest ff main charas i’m j ust sayin–

After being injured at Culloden, Jamie was carried to an old farmhouse

Culloden Moor, Old Leanach Farmhouse is an actual historic site - wounded Highlanders really were carried there.  The series has been able to use many Scottish historical sites, so hopefully we will see this farmhouse in season 3.    In Voyager, we read:

Jamie jerked up with a cry of revulsion and a flurry of movement that sent the crow flapping off, squawking with alarm.
“Ay! Over there!”
There was a squelching through boggy ground, and a face before him, and the welcome feel of a hand on his shoulder.
“He’s alive! Come on, MacDonald! D’ye lend a hand here; he’ll no be walkin’ on his own.” There were four of them, and with a good deal of effort, they got him up, arms draped helpless about the shoulders of Ewan Cameron and Iain MacKinnon.
He wanted to tell them to leave him; his purpose had returned to him with the waking, and he remembered that he had meant to die. But the sweetness of their company was too much to resist. The rest had restored the feeling in his dead leg, and he knew the seriousness of the wound. He would die soon in any case; thank God that it need not be alone, in the dark……

Jamie turned his face to the wall, praying that his men had started early enough. Lallybroch was remote; if they could get far enough from Culloden, it was unlikely they would be caught. And yet Claire had told him that Cumberland’s troops would ravage the Highlands, ranging far afield in their thirst for revenge.
The thought of her this time caused only a wave of terrible longing. God, to have her here, to lay her hands on him, to tend his wounds and cradle his head in her lap. But she was gone—gone away two hundred years from him—and thank the Lord that she was! Tears trickled slowly from under his closed lids, and he rolled painfully onto his side, to hide them from the others.
Lord, that she might be safe, he prayed. She and the child
.

Excerpt From: Diana Gabaldon. “Voyager.” iBooks. 

Regrouping

This ficlet is part of the Claire returns early with Bree AU which begins with A Ringing Phone and a Folder.

This ficlet is a direct continuation from Likenesses

My Fanfiction Master List

Available on AO3 as The Nature of Choice.

This Outlander canon divergence AU ficlet alludes to information/events that appear in Dragonfly in Amber and Voyager.

As always, let me know what you think.

Keep reading

Diary of a 22 year old Highlander, Part 2

6th May 1743

You may be expecting me to have calmed myself somewhat after my last outpouring, but I have to report that there has been no such change. In fact, I am more enamoured by my mysterious Mistress Beauchamp than ever!

Before I provide you with an account of more recent events, I must finish my story of our first meeting. For yes, there is much still to be told. So, back to my tale. Where was I? Aye, the Sassenach, and the ride back to Leoch.

Keep reading

For by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not from you; it is the gift of God; it is not from works (Ephesians 2: 8-9)

Jamie has always questioned whether it is a sin to love Claire. But with time, he realizes his love for her (and hers for him) is a true gift from God - and as such, is the source not of sin, but of redemption.


“So you married me,” I teased, “to avoid the occasion of sin?”

“Aye. That’s what marriage is good for; it makes a sacrament out of things ye’d otherwise have to confess.”

– Outlander


“I’m honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi’ me, Claire,” he said softly. “If it was a sin for you to choose me… then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.”

– Dragonfly in Amber


Jamie’s mouth was dry and he swallowed, but without much effect.
Must he tell the priest exactly why he was certain that this effort to restore the Stuarts would not succeed, any more than the Rising in Scotland had?

No, he decided. He wouldn’t. Claire was his, alone. There was nothing sinful in his love for her, nothing that concerned Father Michael, and he meant to keep her to himself.

– The Scottish Prisoner


“Is it wrong for me to have ye?” he whispered. His face was bone-white, his eyes no more than dark pits in the dim light. “I keep thinking — is it my fault? Have I sinned so greatly, wanting you so much, needing ye more than life itself?

– Voyager


“They are dead because of me, Sassenach. And because of their own wickedness. If there is guilt, let it rest upon them. Or on me.”

“Not on you alone,” I said…“You’re blood of my blood, bone of my bone. You said so. What you do rests on me, as well.”

Then may your vow redeem me,” he whispered.

– A Breath of Snow and Ashes

blank space (gay version)

my bff ederik ( bronyfurryswifty ) has decided to write a gay parody of blank space. here’s what he has so far (warning: he doesn’t have a filter):

nice to meet you, how you been?
let me show you incredible things.
anal, foreplay, it’s a sin,
saw you there, and i thought,
“oh my gawd, look at that face! it’s too bad,
he’s probably straight. let me see, if hey’ll gayyyy. ay!”

oh honey, you would die
if i showed you girly magazines.
you’d be pressing against your fly,
and i know you heard about me.
you say, “we’re just friends”
and i’m wanting, some benefits
i grab your crotch with my hand

i can make the straight guys gay for the weekend