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In the Mist - Chapter 2

Before I start I just want to give a huge HUGE shoutout to @takemeawaytocamelot for helping me with this chapter. If it wasn’t for her I don’t think this would have ever gotten done. Also thank you to @mibasiamille for believing in me and encouraging me to write! This chapter was a pain in the ass and these wonderful ladies made it all worth it. Thank you so much, I am eternally grateful. 

So without further ado, I give you chapter two.

Prologue, Chapter one

Sussex, Virginia
28th March 1858

He had tried so hard to forget, to put it all behind him. But you can’t run from your past, the pain and trauma always followed no matter the distance. Even if he was an ocean away from where it all happened, the scars and the memories remained.

No matter where he went, there were walls. Everything had walls, both physical and mental. Whether to lock something in or keep something out, he was never sure. The thing he was sure of, there was always a wall.

The stone walls of Wentworth prison acted as a barrier between life, and death. The separation of humanity, and the broken spirits of those who had lost it. They trapped abused bodies and tortured minds inside those bloody walls. Those who still had hope would try and fight it. They screamed and screamed, the sound echoing on deaf ears, unheard.

They fought against the iron chains that held them, leaving their wrists red and raw. Jamie remembered every single moment, every detail.

If he closed his eyes, he could feel the sharp pull of the hairs on his wrists being caught in the irons. The metal that had been so cold at first, now warmed by his own body. That sound of chain scraping against stone would never leave him, constantly echoing in his mind.

The leather of the whip that had been used to tear him open felt as vivid as it had the day it happened. Each time he heard the snap, he felt its bite. He’d refused to cry out or beg for mercy, he would not give the onlookers that satisfaction. Then that thick, warm liquid ran down his body, turning sticky as it dried. His life’s blood, leaving him behind.

But above all else, that voice stayed with him. Whispering the same proposition over and over again.

Give yourself to me, make free of your body. Do it, and I will make sure there is no second flogging.

But Jamie wouldn’t break–refused to give him what he wanted. What would his family think of him if he surrendered himself? What would he think of himself?

Maybe it would have been less painful, but he would not give in. It didn’t matter if he died there, at least he had his dignity and his pride. He would still be Jamie; not some shell of a man, living the rest of his life in shame.

Even so, the memory of it tormented him – reliving it every time he closed his eyes. But this time was different. This time, he wasn’t so lucky. He didn’t escape, and as a result, allowed Randall to do with him as he pleased.


Jamie, wake up!

He woke to find her face hovering over his, and immediately, he felt safe. He tried to speak, but the words remained trapped in his throat.

“Are you alright?” Her hair hung loose around her face, the white of her shift peeking through the blanket that was wrapped tightly around her. She looked exactly as she had that morning in the woods.

All he could manage was a nod, even though he was nowhere near alright, and she knew it;  but she let him keep his pride and said nothing.

She stood and readjusted the blanket that was the only boundary between scandal and modesty.

“Breakfast will be in about an hour. Try to get some rest until then. You’ll need it.”

He tried to swallow the lump in his throat as the door closed behind her. He couldn’t tell if his heart was still racing from the nightmare, or because of her.

The sun had barely peeked above the horizon, but his day, like the rest, had already begun.

Once falling back to sleep proved futile, Jamie slipped out from the warmth and safety of the sheets and into the unknown of the day ahead.

For the first time in days, he saw his reflection and immediately felt sorry for anyone who had laid eyes on him.

Any bit of exposed skin was covered in a layer of dirt and sweat, only adding to the stench of a life lived outdoors.

His once auburn hair had faded to brown, the accumulation of dust and dirt snuffing out the red flames. Along with the other new aspects of his appearance, a beard was just one more thing to add to the list.

He was grateful that he had been provided with clean clothes and water to wash.

Now all he needed was food to quiet his rumbling stomach.

With his basic grooming needs satisfied, he finally had the chance to properly observe his surroundings. Everything looked different in the light of day, like he was seeing it for the first time.

It was small, but it had a warmth to it that made it feel like home. The floor was made up of a dark wood that contrasted nicely with the lighter walls. There was a medium sized hearth on the far wall that was always burning, keeping the inhabitants of the building warm. The room was only big enough for three tables, and they sat close enough to one another so that conversation came easy. And then there was the bar, behind which the Sassenach stood.

There were several young girls in her employ, some no more than twenty. But there was one girl in particular that caught his eye.

Her hands shook as she placed several bottles into a large basket, no doubt to make a delivery from the tavern’s distillery. He could see her chest heaving from across the room. Fear wracked through her body, her back ramrod straight, and if she was trying to hide it, she wasn’t doing it very well.

Jamie couldn’t help but feel bad for the girl, he knew what people were capable of.

Quietly, he pulled her employer aside.

“Is she alright?” His head tilted in the direction of the girl.

“Mary? It’s her first time making a delivery. I know she’s afraid, but I can’t spare any of the other girls to go with her.” He could see the guilt behind her eyes, and all he wanted to do was hold her and tell her it would be alright. His father had told him when the right woman came along, he would know. He never understood it, until now.

“What if I went with her? I know I haven’t anything to pay ye with, but I can protect her. Ease her mind a bit.”

“You’d do that?” For the first time he saw the woman beneath the hard exterior, a crack forming in a wall so carefully built.

“Well, I figure I do owe ye something for all ye’ve done for me.”

Her lips curved into a genuine smile, one that reached her amber eyes.

“Thank you, Jamie. Truly.”

“It’s my pleasure, Sassenach.”

And once again, he headed into the mist.

The sun had come and gone, and they returned as the last bits of light were consumed by the dark – the absence of light signaling its people home.

When they left, Mary had kept her head down, her eyes focused on the ground instead of the strange man walking beside her.

They spent nearly an hour in silence.

But as time passed, she began to relax, allowing the walls she built around herself to fall. Eventually she began to enjoy herself, returning to the happy girl she once was.

No one had ever seen Mary so happy, so full of life. No longer the meek little girl, afraid of her own shadow.

She was about to head to the storeroom, to record the day’s transactions, but was stopped short.

“I’ll take care of it, you go.” Jamie said, taking the basket from her hand.

Strange, the way life works. How one day everything is falling apart, and the next a stranger walks through the door and the whole world changes.

And that stranger just so happened to be a large, stubborn, red-headed Scot.

He was no one, in all honesty. No money, no home, no family. He had nothing to offer but himself, even though he had no obligation to do so.

I don’t know what I expected, or what I wanted. I still don’t. He’s only a stranger, so why don’t I want him to go? I know tragedy, and I know it well. He could have taken advantage of me, or worse. But he didn’t. He was the sort of man who kept his word, a kind and genuine gentleman. A truly honest man.

Jamie was a man trying to start a new life, just as I was.

“Thank you. For accompanying Mary and keeping her safe. I’ve never seen her so happy.” I said as he came out of the store-room.

He smiled and looked down at his feet, avoiding my gaze. “Think nothing of it.” He let out a sigh before continuing. “It’s late, I should probably head up.”

“See you tomorrow?” Of course you’ll see him tomorrow you fool.

“Aye. Goodnight Sass-”

“Claire,” I blurted before I could stop myself.  

“Goodnight, Claire,” he said with a smile and slight nod of his head.

anonymous asked:

So, I'm black. With white parents. Seeing that biracial anon talking made me wanna share... So, I was in an online highschool where we had a school building we could go to. All chill with nerds right? Wrong. Apparently a lot of the kids are Tumblr radfems/sjws. So, my parents had to come in at some point... And, upon leaving, a radfem thought I was being kidnapped and sold into slavery..... Like what???? I was smiling and chill with them bc, yknow, MY PARENTS. We explainer, but she continued 1/2

2/2 to go on about how its extremely racist to adopt a black child because they were fetishizing my skin color… And then she got to slavery. We really had no idea wtf was going on… My mom (thank god, she might have called my dad a pedo or something) got her name… And then we just left her mid-sentence. I looked back and she was fuming man… So, we report her actions and from then on, I didn’t see her at our building?? So idfk what happened to her in the end.

What the fuck dude that’s wild. I almost don’t believe you but also can’t think of a reason you’d be lying. How old was this girl anyway? But still, to think someone is like that in high school… yikes.

She's Mine

When she stands next to me
They say, she looks like me
Long brown hair, same body
Down to second toe askew
She’s mine, but she’s not me

When she shows her quiet strength
Steel frame words that softly tell
-All who dare-
No one will snap out our light
She’s mine but she’s not me

When she sees everyone’s pain
Rushing to right all wrongs
{Hugs} and \nods\ and <sighs>
I bend my knees inside,
She’s mine but without fear

When she sleeps at night, assured
Her mom will protect her
And the only danger
Her dad poses is
Embarrassments from his jokes,

She’s mine, but thank God,
She’s not me


My Baby, She is Awesome

Part One: She came out as bi to her BFFs. 🏳️‍🌈🌈🏳️‍🌈

I bought her froyo with rainbow sprinkles in congratulations. One of her little crew told her she’s also bi and can’t come out to her parents or anyone else, which immediately made me have Intense Mom Feels. Bird was also in ‘protect this cinnamon roll’ mode and I promised we will invite her to hang at the House of Supportive Queerness.

Part Two: She’s a goddamn prank GENIUS. I slept deep AF last night, thank the old gods and the new. (I’ve been in a massive anxiety and migraine spiral and just AAAHHHH).

So Bird (evidently—lol) told me this morning, “I pranked you” and I was like “cool” & fell back asleep, dead to the world.

So when I finally woke up I logged on to Tumblr & when I typed “Loki” it autocorrected to the Supernatural exorcism. 😂 “Loki” became “et secta diabolica, omnis congregatio, omnis legio, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis spiritus, exorcizamus!”

I laughed so hard I cried. She’s fucking hilarious. Sharing fandoms with her is fangoddamntastic.


good morning tumblr! and good morning sa the fact na wala kaming gagawin this weekend yES THANK GOD woo ang saya anyways my mom’s home, she bought me new stuff and im so grateful na she really does go out and try to find me nice make-up to bring home and im just so happy

also, its a pretty sunny morning, today! i hope you guys have a lovely day and please do take care! 

time to watch Drag Race the whole day!

presidentlena  asked:

coughing that post u reblogged that said to send a character-- poison ivy

Oh man oh man, this’ll be interesting.

Their blog URL: Probably something like ‘ivyisley’ or ‘plantpoison’ or something along those lines regarding plants or her name. 

The Kind Of Posts They Reblog: Ivy hardly ever reblogs anything. She probably only has like 2 or 3 posts, two are of plants from some aesthetic blog and the other one is ‘I don’t exactly understand this “blogging” thing but hello.’

The First Person They Followed: Harley for sure, who is also the only person she follows. Only because Harley is the person who showed her what Tumblr is.

What Kind Of Theme They’d Have: She has literally no theme. None. Her icon is just a blurry picture of her face from a low awkward mom angle.

What Kind Of Text Posts They Make At 2am: Again, Ivy never really posts. So there will be no random In The Middle Of The Night posts. (Thank God)

Summary: Beatrice Everdeen-Carter and Ramona Mellark, two friends with one mission–to get their parents together. Modern AU Everlark.

Part Six is now available below the cut!

You can read all other parts here:

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Please share and reblog as this is a Tumblr-exclusive series. Thank you so much for your support!

Happy Reading!


The Family Plan

Part Six

Beatrice opened her eyes at the beep of her phone. Sitting up, she refrained from squealing at the picture message since it was still early and she was sure that Dylan and her Dad were still asleep.

Rise and shine, sis –R’

Just above her morning greeting from Ramona was a photo of her Mom and Peeta asleep—fully-clothed, thank God—in his bed. They looked happy and content to be wrapped in one another’s embrace. Not to mention, in that sweet morning light, her mother looked younger than Beatrice had ever seen her.

She quickly messaged back, ‘Can I call you?

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Submit Anon: My IRLMadoHomu
Hang there friends, this one is a doozie. It happened really recently too. (I’m in 7th grade) I apologize that it’s so long.

Weeb: Twi

Me: Homura

Friend : Madoka

Tw: Sexual Harassment

My first run in with her was around the beginning of the year in first period. (This part is sorta slow, but bare with me) I remember I was trying to have a conversation with my friend Madoka when I feel someone’s breath on my neck. I turn around to see this tall, awkward girl who, in this high, squeaky voice exclaims, “Ahh! Kawaii! A real life loli!” Presumably she meant my friend, who is short and freckled with blond ringlets. Then, she turns to me and says, “Omg, are you Japanese?” Now, this was bizarre. I am half-Punjabi Indian, but at first glance I just look white. I said nothing to insinuate I had ever lived there, so I’m still baffled as to why she asked. I politely said no, and asked her name. “Twi nya!”Oh dear, I wish I were making this up. Judging by her looks and the anime pins on her bag, I just assumed she was in a mild weeb stage. I made a joke about how when I was new like her this school reminded me of Ouran to please her. She screeched at the reference and asked my favorite anime. I replied FMAB, only to receive a “NOOOOOO, not KAWAII AT ALL1!1!1!” I shrugged. Then, came the dreaded question. The question itself was not too bad: “Are you two yuris”(I’m bi) But what it caused, Jesus take the wheel it was bad. I told her no, we had been friends since kindergarten. She pouted and said we were just being tsundere, and that we were her little MadoHomu. Ugh, I should have just told her off then.

To be nice, we let her join our table. She really wasn’t that bad, besides the whole MadoHomu thing. She was constantly trying to force me on her, and vice versa, it was really annoying, but we felt bad for her. We let her come over to out house since she had no friends to hand out with (poor girl). We would watch anime and talk about it, and even though Madoka wasn’t really a fan she put up with it because she loved the style. One time, after she had been seeing us for a month or two, she invited us to her house. That’s when it all went to hell. We started watching this title we never heard of and…. oh Lord, it was hentai. She kept pointing to the two girls on the screen, yelling “Do that! Be like that! Homu-chan, you be the seme!” Madoka was very very innocent and just sat there in wide-eyed horror. I was having a huge panic attack, and I’m still mad at myself for not coming to her rescue. After poor Madoka fell asleep, Twi started forcing herself on me, trying to grope me and kiss my neck, saying all this shit about how “If the loli won’t take you, I will” I was freaking out, trying not to cry, completely frozen in fear. I finally came to my senses, used a self-defense technique I learned on Tumblr to flip her off of me and called her mom. Thankfully I got to go home and we didn’t see her for weeks. She kept spamming us on our social media and text with nudes and hentai; no matter how much we blocked her she kept making new accounts and even bribed other kids to do it. The nudes evolved into death threats, and there was a rumor that one day she brought a knife to school. Thank God she was expelled, good riddance.

Okay so this is my lock screen now. To those of you who watch the show Supernatural you should get this Destiel reference. But let me explain to you why I have to have this as my screen lock.

Okay so the other day my mom got on my phone and went through all my stuff (except my tumblr thank God) and made me delete everything that had to do with Destiel. Which let’s be honest, I didn’t delete EVERYTHING. But well over 1000 pictures. I had to clear out all my accounts that she found as well. May I remind you that my mom - well my whole family - is a strict homophobic Christian family. So I was raised that was as well. I’ve just branched off and I have my own mind and opinions on things and they don’t agree. So naturally they don’t know much about my beliefs. But my mom saw that I told one of my friends that I’m Pansexual. She made me go to a three hour church service that night and has made me go to prayer groups and all sorts of crap to “get me on the right path”. But what does all this have to do with my lock screen? Well this way I can have what I love as my screen saver and her not know a damn thing about it. She’s very nosy, especially now, and she’ll probably ask what this picture means. And I can say it’s just a hipster thing or aesthetic or whatever and she won’t question it again. Like lol you fucker it actually symbolizes gay love.

So yeah.

Prayer request

Hey tumblr,
I ask for prayers for my mom. Someone in our parish community gave her employment, but he hasn’t paid her in almost a month, and other things. Thanks to God, she just got a job offer doing what she used to do. But her current job is getting to her health wise. She will be quitting soon, and the boss is intimidating on purpose. Please pray for my mother and her health, and that she may be able to leave that suckish place smoothly. Thank you so much and please don’t hesitate to send me your prayer requests.

Also for the conversion of that man.

Hi beautiful tumblr family. I have a very urgent prayer request. My friend’s boyfriend’s mom has just gone into cardiac arrest and she is going through open heart surgery as I am typing this. She’s been very sick for a while, and this is very very hard for the family and my friend. Please pray for healing, and if she doesn’t pull through, please pray for peace and God to be present throughout this horrible situation. Thank you guys, I love you all.

melindaington  asked:

My mom checked my Tumblr this morning to see if I'd uploaded any new art, so I came out of the shower to her shrieking "OH MY GOD. HE'S WARING IT! HE'S WEARING IT!!" and I'm not 90% certain that now I have no choice in whether or not I go to RTX next year. No doubt she's going to pay for it and fly me out. Heck, she'll probably come too.

Oh wow, this is cute and amazing on so many levels. Thanks again for the shirt. It is, as I said, approved!