Sam Owes You Nothing

Oh sweet baby Jesus, the troll shippers are at it again. Look, I cannot stand Shitner, but Sam has the right to be friends with whomever he wants. He doesn’t owe you an explanation, he doesn’t owe you an apology, he doesn’t owe you a single thing because he doesn’t know you! He is not about to let a bunch of strangers dictate who he’s friends with. Turn it around, if it was you, would you let a bunch of strangers tell you who you could or couldn’t be friends with? No, you’d tell them to f**k off and stay out of your business. Sam can’t say that so instead he says nothing. Trust me, that boy would bitch you all out if he could. You have the right to be disappointed in him. You have the right to no longer be a fan of his (though who the hell are you kidding? Those who keep threatening to stop watching and supporting him never will because they ‘support’ him for their own selfish reasons, because if they left the fandom they would miss their little corner of internet fame. They love the following they have too much. It actually has nothing to do with Sam but building up their own egos) what you do NOT have the right to do is scold him for being friends with whomever he wants. Sam KNOWS the majority of fans can’t stand Shitner. He doesn’t care because he’s a grown ass man who doesn’t let a bunch of nagging ‘mother’s’ and psycho thunderous twats dictate who he can talk to. I utterly despise Shitner, but I don’t need Sam to know that, and Sam doesn’t need to know that so I’m gonna bitch about Shitner in my own corner and among my own friends. I’m not gonna tag Sam in any of it. It’s none of his business what I think, just like it’s none of my business who he’s friends with. And please shut up with the Shitner keeps abusing shippers garbage. It’s getting really old. Sam and Shitner were having a conversation on twitter that had NOTHING to do with Outlander nor shipping and it was SHIPPERS who started the garbage again telling Sam how disappointed they were that he was talking with Shitner. The f**k????? Who invited you into their conversation? Yes, twitter is public and sometimes it’s fun to join in when Sam is bantering with a costar or even with Shitner if you want but it is NOT okay to butt your stupid ass into a conversation between two adults and tell them they can’t play with each other like this is some f**king preschool sandbox. Who the hell do you think you are? You remind me of the idiot customers who keep threatening to never shop at the evil day job again because they didn’t get their way. Guess what? We don’t WANT you to come back. Threatening to leave the fandom? Put your money where your ignorant mouth is and LEAVE! Trust me, Sam will be just fine with the millions of fans that are left. F**king troll shippers! As a proud shipper, I’m disgusted by your utter stupidity.  

The Frasers & Hands: 75

“I was crying for joy, my Sassenach,” he said softly. He reached out slowly and took my face between his hands. “And thanking God that I have two hands. That I have two hands to hold you with. To serve you with, to love you with. Thanking God that I am a whole man still, because of you.” ~ Outlander

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Dallta Sheumais Part Two

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Crying was a normal state of existence in a house with an infant.  The baby cries due to hunger,  confusion,  or any state of discomfort.  The mother cries because of exhaustion and the sheer burden that is put upon her.  Any siblings that reside in the house cries for lack of attention, wanting to remind their mother that they to are a baby and in need comfort.  The only one in the house who seems immune to the pull is the father.  They can leave the house,  with the excuse that they must work in order to care for the family. They can pop out at any moment with saying something pressing has come up at the office they must attend to.   The father can say that he couldn’t take the noise and needs a drink, which causes him to stay out late at night, and come home when he know the child is asleep.  This is at least what I had found out in the first months after Brian was born.

Frank after months of skirting around Brian and I had decided that is was time to live a normal life; or a least normal from the outside.  I had come home after a day of 3 month check-ups for Brian to find that Frank and I’s separate twin beds had been replaced with a double. When I asked Frank about it he had shrugged and said, “Well after what happened last week I assumed that we’d be wanting one bed.”

“Oh” I said blushing as I walked down to the nursery to change Brian out of his snowsuit.  

  I had placed an exuberant now diaper clad Brian down and sat in the rocking chair in the corner.  So after 4 years I was to be Frank’s wife again.  From the moment I came through the stones I never expected Frank to take me back, when he did I had always expected him to realize that it was to much for him, that the situation required more of him that he could have then he could give. But he didn’t backed down,  he stayed.  I knew since my return that there were other woman,  but I couldn’t hold that against him, glass house and stones after all.  Still I had never thought we’d make it this far, to a point where he and I would have a life that we wanted all those years ago, expect now only one party seemed to want to move forward.  I knew that to leave would be cruel to Brian, staying would offer him a stability that I could not provide on my own.  I didn’t, couldn’t possibly love Frank anymore, but I was slowly emerging from the depressive state I had lived in during my pregnancy and early motherhood and was now beginning to feel the pull of loneliness.  I knew now that I couldn’t live a life with only a child for company, and Frank it seemed wanted a family life. In that way at least we could help each other.  It was far from perfect, but it offered at least something.  I looked over at Brian who was trying to eat his fist and told him “I wish it could be better, darling, but this is the best I can do”.

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“I will find you,” he whispered in my ear. “I promise. If I must endure two hundred years of purgatory, two hundred years without you— then that is my punishment, which I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, and killed, and stolen; betrayed and broken trust. But there is the one thing that shall lie in the balance. When I shall stand before God, I shall have one thing to say, to weigh against the rest.” His voice dropped, nearly to a whisper, and his arms tightened around me. “Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, and God! I loved her well.” ~ Dragonfly In Amber 


Even if I could go back through the stones, it’s not my place. My destiny lies on Culloden Moore, but I’ll find you,  promise. Even if I have to endure 200 years of purgatory, 200 years without you, then that is my punishment for I have earned for my crimes. For I have lied, killed and stolen, betrayed and broken trust. But when I stand before God, I’ll have one thing to say to weigh against all the rest. Lord, ye gave me a rare woman, God I loved her well.