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Throwing it back to this great My Life As a Teenage Robot moment where Jenny loses her Language Disk, resulting in her only being able to speak Japanese!

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Honey Works Just As Well

@lynnialljohnson asked: Loved the latest Ian and Jenny. I think its about time Claire learned something naughty from Jenny! Maybe using a bit of honey to make things sweeter? ;)

Weel! I loved this. So so much. This is a canon divergence where Wentworth didn’t happen and Jamie’s pardon came through. Hope you like it darling!


I walked around the garden, observing the growth of my herbs. They were doing well, I thought. Wiping the dirt off my hands onto my skirts, I turned to the house. I stopped when I heard voices.

“Ian, Come and sit a while. I can see from here how much yer leg pains ye.”

“Ach, dinna fash, Jenny. I’ll be fine.”

“Sit. Down.”

I heard him groan and ease himself onto something. I felt like an intruder, listening to them this way, but these tender moments with Jenny were rare. And I had it on good authority that Jenny herself had observed some of my own interactions with Jamie. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

“Mo maise,” Ian whispered. “Mo ghaol.”

I wandered around the corner, careful to keep out of sight. Ian sat on a wooden bench, his peg leg stretched out to one side. Jenny stood in front of him, looking down at him with a fondness that brought tears to my eyes. No matter how prickly she might be toward me, she loved Ian as deeply as I loved Jamie.

“I wish ye wouldna work so hard, mo luaidh.”

“Aye, I ken that. It’ll be easier now wi’ Jamie and his wife here.”

Jenny’s eyes rolled.

“That wee trollop hasne run a house afore.”

“Janet…”

“Aye, Jamie loves her, only God kens why.”

“Janet Murray, that is no way to speak of your good sister.”

Ian’s arms wove around Jenny’s waist, pulling her closer to him. The fondness and adoration in his own eyes was just as deep as hers.

“Ian, ye’ve gone soft. Why the hell would he marry an Englishwoman? After how they’ve treated us?”

“Oh ye just dinna like another woman having power o’er him. And ye can see clear as day that he’d lay down his life for her.”

“Aye… He would.”

“He’s happy, mo nighean dubh. Try and be happy too?”

Jenny’s lips pursed, but she nodded.

“I say again, ye’ve gone soft, Ian Murray.”

“Not all soft,” he said, his mouth pulling into a wolfish smile.

“Oh? Aye, ye’ve a head as hard as Jamie’s.”

I felt my own cheeks flush when Ian’s hands slid down to squeeze Jenny’s backside.

“Ian! What are ye doing?!”

“Fondling my wife’s sweet arse, what does it look like?”

“Here?! Wi’ yer leg hurtin’ ye?”

Ian’s smile grew.

“Ye’ve always taken such great care of me, Jenny. Making me walk again because ye’re so damned stubborn. And look at all the bairns ye’ve given me. I have loved ye all my life, Janet. Coming home to ye takes the pain out of my leg every time.”

“Weel,” she said, brushing hastily at the moisture on her cheeks. “When ye put it like that.”

“Come here, my love,” Ian said, his hands drifting even lower.

I ducked away quickly, not needing to witness what came after such declarations. Without thinking, I went in search of my own husband. 

I’d only told him that I loved him the night before, something I hadn’t expected to say to him. Words of affection weren’t things that came naturally to me, but I could make an effort.

The first place I looked for him was the stable. I found Rabbie putting fresh feed in the stalls.

“Rabbie, have you seen Jamie?”

“Aye, he’s out at the miss, mistress.”

“Has the wheel stopped working again?”

“Aye, mistress. The laird said he’d get it working in no time.”

“Thank you.”

The lad smiled at me and I picked up my skirts to hike out to the mill.

His coat, sporran, and sword belt hung on a peg by the door. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows, his broad shoulders flexing as he worked on the wheel. I watched how his kilt swung around his legs, perfectly pleated as always.

He turned around after a moment, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Sassenach! I didna expect to see ye out here.”

“I finished with my planting a little early.”

“Aye? Did Jenny leave ye enough space?”

“Oh plenty. Thank you. It feels good to be working with plants again.”

His smile radiated at me from the darkness of the mill.

“Good! I kent ye’d feel at home here. I’m glad Jenny hasne scart ye off yet.”

“This isn’t my home,” I said, walking toward him.

His face fell and he looked at the ground nodding.

“I ken it isna an easy life, here; that ye’ve things ye miss from your own time. I just thought… Maybe… If I loved ye enough, ye might not miss it s’much.”

I put my hand on his chest, just over his steadily beating heart.

“This place isn’t my home because you are my home, mo ghaol.”

His eyes narrowed for a moment before his smile returned.

“Was that the Gàidhlig?”

“An attempt at it, at least.”

“And where did ye learn that one?”

“Well… You’ve said it. But I heard Ian say it to Jenny.”

He looked happier now.

“We really need to work on your Gàidhlig.”

I took his hands, which had wound around my waist, and placed them on my stomach.

“Perhaps you can teach us.”

He frowned down at me.

“Us?”

“Well me and… our baby.

His eyes went wide as he looked between my face and my stomach.

“A… A… A bairn?”

“Yes. Jamie, I’m pregnant.”

“But ye said…”

“I thought, but…”

“A bairn!”

“We’re going to have a baby!”

“Truly!”

“I can’t believe how happy I am!”

He picked me up and swung me around in circles. When he set me back on my feet, he crushed me against the wall with a heated kiss.

“Wait,” he said, pulling back so suddenly I nearly fell.

“What?”

“Is it… Is it safe? Wi’ the bairn?”

“Is what safe?”

“If we… Ah… Ye ken.”

His hips nudged mine, unconsciously I thought, and I felt the stiffness beneath his kilt.

“Oh yes. It’s hardly bigger than the head of a nail right now.”

“But it’s growing? You’re sure?”

“Yes, I am. My cycle is very regular and I should have bled a few days ago. It’s really happening.”

My bodice sprang open and his hands moved up my torso.

“I thought these were a wee bit larger than usual.”

“Oohh…”

“More sensitive too.”

His mouth found mine while his hands continued to play with my breasts. I was pressed hard against the wall of the mill, his body nearly trembling beneath my hands.

“Jamie,” I very nearly moaned.

“Aye?” he asked, breathing hard.

I held his face between my hands and looked in straight in the eye.

“I love you.”

“I canna tell you how long I’ve wanted to hear ye say that.”

“I said it just last night, didn’t I?”

“Oh aye, ye did. And it sounds just as good today as it did then.”

He fumbled for a minute with his kilt and my dress until we connected. Both of his eyes closed slowly, his mouth slightly open. I couldn’t resist my urge to kiss him, smiling a little at the sound he made.

“Did you fix the mill?” I asked.

“Why do ye care about the mill just now?” he asked, grinding against me roughly.

“I just don’t want someone walking in on us.”

“Sometimes I think ye talk too much, Sassenach.”

Just as I opened my mouth to complain, he stole it. I honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d been quite so excited. His body was practically vibrating while he took me, his breath hot on my neck. I surrendered to it, to him.

We hit a soft conclusion together, neither of us needing more than that. He held me to the wall still, both of us breathing heavily from our exertions. But he was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glittering with joy.

“I can scarcely believe it, Sassenach. A bairn of our own.”

“I can’t believe it either. I think you’re going to be a brilliant father.”

If it was possible, his smile got wider.

“Aye. And I ken the sort of mother you’ll be, my own. You’ll be brilliant as well.”

“Laird? Laird, I’ve the man who can fix the mill here. Are ye still here, laird?”

Jamie groaned and stepped back, helping me shake my skirts back into place. He eyed my open bodice and hastily rushed to the door while I tied myself back up.

“Aye, I’m here. I havena got it working just yet. Something’s still stuck, I think.”

“Aye, I’ll just take a look inside and-”

“No, I think something’s stuck in the wheel again. I’ve just checked inside. Verra weel, I assure ye.”

I bit back my giggle and waited for Jamie to come back. While the other men inspected the mill on the outside, he ducked back in.

“Ye best go now, Sassenach, or I’m like to take ye again. Just thinking of ye breeding wi’ my child… Christ I can hardly take it.”

“Well I’ll leave you to your work then. Perhaps we can talk about this again later?”

“Oh aye. We’ll have to tell Jenny and Ian. They’ll be verra pleased.”

“I’m sure. I’ll see you at dinner then.”

Poly Cool Kids: Little Moments

The day had started off like any other day for the three of them. They had met up when they were free, and sometimes that meant until Jenny got off work, others until Buck could get away from his dad, and occasionally, when Sour Cream got away from the fishing boat. This time, the boys had been waiting on her until her shift was over, chatting with her and Kiki in the empty store. By the time her shift was over, there was nothing left for them to really do.


So they did what they always did when there was nothing left to do.

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Must Read YA Novels

Since last year (2014), I’ve been obsessed with YA Novels. Therefore, I decided to make a list of the ones I read last year and consider a “must read”. They are beautiful stories about love, friendship, family, hope, overcoming all odds, and fighting for what you want. There isn’t a single novel in this list that didn’t touch my heart and inspired me in a million different ways. Here you go!

Looking for Alaska - John Green

The Fault in Our Stars - John Green

Paper Towns - John Green

If I Stay - Gayle Forman

Where She Went (“If I Stay” sequel) - Gayle Forman

Love, Rosie (Where Rainbows End) - Cecilia Ahern

Before I Fall - Lauren Oliver

We Were Liars - E. Lockhart

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before - Jenny Han

The Infinite Moment of Us - Lauren Myracle

First Comes Love - Katie Kacvinsky  

Second Chance (“First Comes Love” book 2) - Katie Kacvinsky

Finally Forever (“First Comes Love” book 3) - Katie Kacvinsky

The Geography of You and Me - Jennifer E. Smith

Faking Normal - Courtney C. Steven (One of my ALL TIME FAVORITES)

The Summer I Turned Pretty - Jenny Han

It’s Not Summer Without You (“The Summer I Turned Pretty” book 2) - Jenny Han

We’ll Always Have Summer (“The Summer I Turned Pretty” book 3) - Jenny Han

Fangirl - Rainbow Rowell

I Am The Messenger - Markus Zusak

I’ll be posting my 2015 list soon! :)

Would love some ff about future Claire remembering her wedding anniversary to Jamie, thanks

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Being back at Lallybroch after all of these years had been an adjustment. Jenny was her usual self, her poor temper reserved solely for me. I’d been content to stay as far away from her as possible, Jamie, as always, had been caught up in any number of Broch Tuarach’s political issues. His ability to lead the men hadn’t dwindled over the years, and even now, when he was no longer Laird, tenants still sought him to ease their burdens. We’d been given the master suite for our stay, the tapestries on the wall unchanged in twenty odd years. The memories came flooding back, those good times in the early days. The potato party, wee Jamie curled up in my lap and Jamie by my side. Days when Jenny wasn’t so cantankerous, when she felt like the sister I’d never had.

My eyes caught the heavy set wardrobe that now stood in the right-hand corner of the room, the only new addition to the furniture. There was something incredibly powerful about it, it’s thick panels decorated with such intricate carvings, they matched the ones that had been added to the posters of the bed. Having gravitated towards it, my hand reached out almost unconsciously, resting gently against the fine knob. The urge to twist and open it was great, but it felt very personal. Electricity buzzed through me, my fingers twitching against the grain.

The scent of stale pine hit me before I even clocked that I’d opened the doors, the darkness clearing to reveal just one item that hung there. It was the leaves that caught my attention first, the image of my first coming into contact with those embroidered patterns flashing before my eyes like an exposed reel of film. My wedding dress, in all of its glory. The off-cream of the skirts still shone like new. It had been well taken care of. I didn’t think I’d changed too much over the years, but my waist had certainly filled out after having Bree. A small part of me envisioned what it would look like, whether I should try it on.

“Ye’d look sae bonnie, Sassenach, and ye ken it well.”

He was adept at creeping up on me, even more so at pulling the very thoughts from my brain. Turning slowly I swivelled towards him, I wished I could close the doors on that day, grateful as I was for the terrible circumstances that had thrown us together, but happy to be where we were now, having weathered those deep dark storms. His eyes shone in the dim light of the room, still as handsome as he ever was, those wondrous blue pools almost glowing in the dim light of the room.

“You know how difficult it was to get me out of it, Jamie. Can you imagine how long it took me to actually get into the damn thing.” I made sure to inject as much humour into my tone as possible, that tiny bit of optimism rearing its head at his suggestion. It had taken almost the entire public house to tug me into the bodice alone, but all at once the idea of reliving that night with the loss of the nervousness seemed awfully appealing.

“Aye, I didna think it was an easy task, but I think we can manage.” I recognised the Fraser stubbornness immediately, once he had an idea it would take a better woman than I to talk him out of it, and I wasn’t all that sure I wanted to.

And now it was pointless to even argue, I could see by the set of his jaw, by the tilt of his head that he’d seen my hesitation. He knew I ached to have him run his fingers along the back of my neck as he had done on our wedding night. This time, however, I wouldn’t pull away. I must have blushed, for his hands reached up, his fingers coming within inches of my cheek before he stopped.

“What; suddenly shy, Mr Fraser?” I couldn’t help but tease him, his impromptu relapse endearing him to me further, something I didn’t think was humanly possibly anymore. He looked just as innocent as he had done that evening, the twinkle in his eyes, the shaky peace he made with himself internally as he determined what he thought I may or may not approve of. He was that twenty-three year old virgin again, desperately in love and eager to please but treading carefully over the various bumps and bruises that stood between him and I.

There was one major difference between then and now, though, now I knew how deeply and irrevocably in love with him I was. I felt myself smile, the flutter of the muscles at the corners of my lips tingling as they rose.

“Ach, shy? Ne’er, Claire. Now, let’s see about getting ye into that dress, aye?”

It had taken us an inordinate amount of time to re-fit the dress, it’s flowing fabrics bunching around my legs and tangling as we tried to get it over my bottom. Eventually we did manage it, the laces a little more let out than they had been before, but it still fit. I stood looking myself over in the full length mirror, Jamie standing behind me the whole time. I could see him battling with himself, his hands itching to touch me where they lay against his sides. I was half enamoured by the vision of myself in the mirror, half captivated by Jamie’s reaction to it. Another memory hit me, the subtle way his mouth dropped open was almost identical to the moment he caught sight of me outside the church, the glimpse of his tongue hiding behind his teeth, aching to moisten his lips but too caught up in his thoughts to actually follow through with the request.

“Did I ever tell ye of lucky I am?”  He was breathless, his words all sort of moulding together as he spoke. He had, of course. How many times I’d lost count. He’d always been the vocal one, especially with matters of the heart. Our wedding night had been no exception, I still remembered the stories well, those of his parents and their runaway shotgun marriage. He was a born storyteller; captivating, charming and magnetic.

“Blood of my blood…” I whispered, the words just flowing, almost as if he’d pulled them from within me.

“Bone of my bone…” He returned, his tone now reverent, remembering as I was those last nervous moments of the ceremony which had been thrust upon us, yet had made for the most perfect coupling. It may have been for convenience and safety, but now it was for love and passion, defying even the laws of time and space.

Lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed Jamie move, his lips brushed the back of my neck and, if he had been melting earlier, it was I who was melting now.

“I mean to take my time.” He mumbled between kisses, his hands coming to rest on my waist now, pulling my almost limp form against him. “I didna fully get the chance all those years ago, to worship ye, but tonight I shall.”

“Oh, I think you did well enough, Jamie.” I could have said any number of things after this, but his mouth was making delicious patterns against my heated skin and my mouth to brain function was steadily decreasing. Moans filled the air, and I was slightly embarrassed to realise that they were mine, but that didn’t mean I was about to stop.

The skirts, only just fastened and still warm from his touch, came off first, hitting floor with a very slight poof; dust lifting, disturbed by the fabric. I dipped my head to watch the mass of linen settle, the motes curling around my ankles on the slight draught that had been created. Jamie’s hands were making soothing moves against my shift-covered thighs. Basking in the heat of him I shifted my feet apart, relishing the feel of his rough tartan against my backside.

The ‘slow’ part of the arrangement he reserved for the disentangling of my laces, his usually deft fingers making languid, deliberate sweeps as he undid the small bow at the base of my bodice. The two, now loose, strips of thin rope hung wildly, I could feel the tickle of them directly over my bottom as Jamie ran his nose over the backs of my shoulders. I could feel the tendrils of his hair as he shifted from one side to the other, the elusive scent of apples floating around us. He must have been pressing them in the barn all day, him and Ian knee deep in their whisky and cider stock. A small part of me regretted my self-imposed isolation, I was missing out on all of these little moments, moments I would have been active in before.

“Ach, dinna werrit about anything, Sassenach. I can hear yer mind whirring from here, just focus on this, on me.” He purred, pulling the laces through the first few holes and releasing them once more. I’d forgotten about the mirror facing me, I looked directly into the reflection of his eyes, deep blue and serious as he rested his pointer finger at the base of my spine. One touch, it still only took the one, and my heart calmed and I felt an immediate harmony pass through me. He quirked an eyebrow, humour colouring his features as he watched the muscles relax in mine. “I want to show ye what a wedding night should be like, I didna think I’d ever get a chance to show ye some of these things ever again after the mess o’ Culloden. But I do, and I plan to take full advantage of this gift, aye? I fully intend to gi’ you the wedding night that ye should have had the first time we wed.”

“How gallant of you.” i replied, harking back to that fateful night; words I’d said and meant, probably the most sincere ones from the beginning of our marriage. I tipped my head to the side as his tongue resumed its ministrations against my neck, the delicate contact of his mouth causing ripples of salacity to course through my blood. He always managed to awaken some hidden riot within me, a certain avidity that I had hidden well through our twenty years apart. From the second we’d been reunited that ocean of hushed inactivity had reared up, creating a mass of hysteria that pulsed through me at any given opportunity.

The bodice slipped, exposing more flesh at my chest, my cleavage dipping under the pressure of heavy material. I wanted to be present as he disrobed me, but I didn’t seem to have the wherewithal to keep myself grounded. Electricity, again, the shock of its first oscillation forcing the air from my lungs. He was stroking me with such veneration, the swell of emotion that grew with every button hole emptied of cotton laces nearly overflowing as the hefty corset joined its skirt counterpart in the recesses at my feet.

And as sudden as that I was partially bared to him, his sloth-like movements having given him the time to worship me as he desired, and for me to slip into near coma, my whole self at his mercy. Just as before I was stood, fire sparking in my eyeline, in only a thin slip of fabric. He didn’t need to remove my clothes for me to be naked as I stood by his side, he knew that well, but nudity was preferable at this moment. The glint of passion that burned in us both, mirrored by the flames that simmered and combusted in front of us. I wanted to be consumed by him, I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, and before I could stop myself I turned and took his lips against mine, his mouth opening as we tasted each other.

I hadn’t the presence of mind to recall his hand on my shoulder, pulling me round, or his fingers untying the one knot at the top of my shift and pushing it to the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to focus on anything other than his lips against mine. The heat of our ardor made the room around us so close that I didn’t even notice that he’d completely removed my dress. I couldn’t be the only one in such a state, though, and upon realising this I began to tug at Jamie’s belt. It came away easily enough, flopping to the floor to join the other pile of clothing. His kilt followed in quick succession. I had no scruples, he wished to be slow on principle, but I just wanted to have him bared to me as fast as possible.

I twisted us around and pulled him by his shirt sleeves towards the large double bed, its silken coverlet already swept aside ready for sleep. But it wasn’t sleep I was interested in now, far from it. My legs hit the mattress first and I sat, my legs slightly parted in invitation, my hands resting on the thin base sheet, its soft puffs of cotton smooth under my palms.

“Take off your shirt, I want to look at you.” He blushed, the sight of it sending bolts of a carnal desire through every inch of me, intensifying the ache between my thighs.

“Aye, fair’s fair.” He returned, carefully tugging his shirt off and over his head. Every part of him screamed eroticism; his sculpted thighs, the bulk of his shoulders, the muscular slant of his arms. I wanted to simply lie back and take him in, but a very strong part of me wouldn’t allow it. I shimmied myself back, still keeping him in view as I leant back on my elbows.

It wasn’t usual for him to wake me before he went off to attend to his chores, but after our evening he thought it proper to at least say his goodbyes.

“Thank you, Jamie. I love that you took such good care of the dress, even knowing you might never see me again. It must have been incredibly difficult for you.”

“It wasna me, Claire. As much as I would have, I was in the cave and then Ardsmuir. It was Jenny. It wa’ left in the chest Mrs Fitz sent across from Leoch that time, she found it and she took care of it.”

He saw the light leave my eyes, my smile dimming at the mention of his sister. He knew the issues I’d been having with her, and it wasn’t that I’d lost appreciation for the effort she’d gone through just because we’d still not eased our woes with each other; well, her woes with me. But it was just another addition to laundry list of quibbles Jenny Murray had with me.

“I ken she’s made her distaste known, Claire, but she missed ye just as much as any of us. She’s trying, in her own way, to deal wi’ Ian’s bad health as well as her bairns and to no’ be too much of a grump wi’ ye. Dinna hide yerself awa’, aye? Go and speak to her.”

“Break down the wall she’s forced between us, you mean?” I tried to keep my tone neutral, but I could tell by the side-eye he gave me that I’d failed. She had wanted me to perform tasks I wasn’t capable of, I would save Ian had I been able, but I wasn’t the witch she thought I was. “If only you hadn’t toted around the idea of ‘La Dame Blanche’, Jamie, she mightn’t hold me to such an ideal.” I wasn’t mad at him, though. He’d done that to save us all, and for a time it had served its purpose.

He kissed my forehead, took my hands and brushed his lips against them also and then turned to leave. I couldn’t help but feel at a loss; when he disappeared off for the day I was alone, lonely. But he was right, and he knew it. I couldn’t hide myself away, I couldn’t give Jenny the satisfaction. “Ha’ a good day, Sassenach. If ye decide to venture out, come and find me.” With that he left, a flurry of kilt and man. The door clicked shut, leaving behind the faint scent of him.

Not wanting to cause Jenny any more reason to gripe at me I dragged myself out of bed, my legs aching in the most delightful way as I bent to collect my wedding dress off the floor. Folding the skirts as she had, I placed it carefully back into the ornate wardrobe, leaving it just as I’d found it. Bathing quickly afterwards, I found my off-blue day dress and got myself ready, it was about time I shook off the hermit I’d turned into and listened to Jamie. He’d never let me live it down, but his words made sense.

Gazing out of the large north facing window I found my erstwhile sister-in-law washing the sheets, her arms speckled with foamy water as she dragged the large fabric over the washboard. Now was as good a time as any, I sighed, trying to come up with an excuse not to follow through and failing. Jamie asking me to come and find him had been a request, he wouldn’t be expecting me, I tried to tell myself, but I was unconvincing even to myself. He’d said it as an inducement, enticing me with the prospect of lunch, outside, with him. Instead of only seeing him during the dusk hours. I smiled as I propelled myself out of the laird’s room and downstairs, finally.

The day was warm, the sun just peeking through the clouds to heat the dry earth of Lallybroch’s courtyard. Jenny had her back to me, facing the arch as she always did on washday, a habit I’m sure she’d picked up after Jamie was taken the first time. Something she’d never found the need to change, especially with Jamie’s flighty and somewhat capricious nature. A very wise move, even if I did say so myself.

“Jenny, I…” my mouth dried completely, my words sounding high-pitched and a little bit intense as I tried to calm myself. I watched as Jenny straightened her spine, I recognised the tense set of her bones, as if she were planning to go into battle rather than have a conversation with a family member. “I just wanted to say thank you, for keeping my wedding dress in such wonderful condition. I found it,” she hadn’t yet turned, but her head had tilted towards me, a positive step, “and I couldn’t let it go by without saying how grateful I am for its grand condition.” I held my breath, I’d taken a step, if it all went downhill at least I’d made a move.

“Weel, I didna…” she began, as if she meant to brush it off, but obviously Jamie had spoken to her also, clever lad. Either way, I would not be placated. “It would ha’ been a terrible shame for it to end up as moth feed, wi’ holes and the like.” She finally conceded, continuing on with her chores. Her shoulders retained their stubborn set, but she’d lost some of the brusqueness that laced her tone. She was mellowing.

“Yes, it would. I know it meant a lot to Jamie, and when I came across it, well, it meant a lot to me, too.”

“Aye, then I’m glad ye saw it. There’s a lunch for ye to take to the boys, it’s sat in the kitchen. They’re out just in the treeline to the west, in the whisky store wee Jamie built for them.”

I took that as my cue to leave as she began to wash once more, with added zeal. I turned, a small smile on my face, the ice finally broken between the two of us. We might never be the same as we once were, but I was happy to just be on pleasant speaking terms; for the moment. At least it would make our stay here more agreeable. I turned on my heel, my hand catching the wooden doorway as I made to collect the picnic when Jenny spoke again.

“That wardrobe, the one ye found the dress in?”

“Yes?” I added, casually.

“We had it made for ye, and for Jamie to remember ye by. The engravings, did ye happen to look at them?” Her voice was kinder now, a friendly note worming its way in.

That took me aback, I hadn’t taken a closer look after I’d discovered what lay beyond. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t.”

“It’s carved wi’ suns and candles. Wi’ anything that signified light. Ye ken the meaning of yer name in Scots is Sorcha, aye?” She took a breath, but didn’t wait for an answer. “It’s fer that reason. Whatever is between us now, I always wanted to keep a wee bit o’ ye in Lallybroch. Especially in that room.”

I was speechless, I wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn’t come. The tears did, however, gathering in my eyes but not falling, yet.

“Dinna forget the whisky besides the basket, Jamie willna forgive ye if he doesna have a fresh dram waiting.” She finished, relieving me of the duty of final words. I wiped my eyes as I wandered back into the house, a fresh wave of emotion bubbling within me as I grabbed the pre-prepared lunch and set off to find Jamie.  

BlackPink’s Dance Practice

Let’s get a few things straight here for people speaking negatively or just not getting it

- yes, the main dancer is Lisa

- this is why they, like many other kpop groups, have different positions for different strengths

- this is Parris Goebel’s choreo that they learned for PRACTICE

- I’ve seen people literally say “that was really bad, it’s not like royal family’s”

- ?????????

- Yea, it’s not like Royal family’s because they are professionally trained hip hop dancers/choreographers

- like really, people compared a trainee idol group to the fucking ROYAL FAMILY, like how??

- this also looks like their monthly evaluation, and possibly quite a few months old since other trainees are at the sides and YG is watching from the front

- like what I said, the person who comes close to that in the group is Lisa, who is the main dancer, who’s been dancing since she was young and trained like such

- they’re just showing a glimpse of how they’re going to be and what they’re going for in terms of style/genre

- keep in mind, this choreo was not designed for them - this isn’t even their song and dance it’s still lit tho

- also, the choreo looks better with more people regardless of who it is, bc that’s how it was designed

- when they have their own dance that fits them for their own song, it’s going to be good

- this is YG we’re talking about, he’s not gonna train a group for 3+ years and not have them be decent knowing they won’t get better y'all love it or don’t say shit when T.O.P rarely tries but imma keep quiet bc I lov him and this isn’t about bb rn 

- He made no indication of them being a “dance” group; like yea they’re gonna dance, but they’re not all dancers, c'mon people, logic

- they haven’t debuted yet, but when they do and have fire ass choreo and a fire ass mv and song, come back to me with that bs you were talking lolol

- Everybody just calm down and eat some cookies or something lol

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