Panoramic view from Strawberry Peak, San Gabriel Mountains north of Los Angeles, California. These mountains have popped up out of the ocean rapidly - uplifted in only a few million years by motion on the nearby San Andreas Fault. In 2009 this area was almost totally burned by the Station Fire, so this is about the current state of recovery.
Hi!! New-ish Outlander fan here. I found your fic blog not too long ago and fell in love with your modern AUs, esp the Vietnam AU! Will there be more to come, pretty please? Thanking you X ☺
anonymous asked: Any chance of your continuing the Vietnam AU? It’s such a lovely series. All the best! ❤❤❤
anonymous asked: Do Jamie and Claire get a cabin goodbye in the Vietnam AU? omg /death
was understandably a bit musty inside the cabin – and Jamie immediately set to
work airing it out.
– help me roll up the shades? Let’s get some light in here.”
hadn’t exaggerated – there were only four rooms. A large living area with an
open hearth, what appeared to be two bedrooms, and a study/library. All the
furniture and decorations were dated, but clean – well-kept. Taken care of.
you come up here often?” She stepped to one side of the living area, eyes
lighting on a large survey map mounted on the wall.
since the fall. But I came here a lot right after I got back from Chu Lai. I
needed – well. I needed time. And space. I did a lot of thinking.”
then he was there, right behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, head
resting on her shoulder.
melted against him.
sorry I wasn’t here with you,” she whispered into the wall. “I’m sorry – ”
His breath tickled her neck. “It doesn’t matter. You’re here now.”
she turned around. And locked eyes with him. And bit her lip.
love you,” she whispered. “I want you.”
eyes closed – almost as if he couldn’t believe her words.
want you in my life, Claire. Now. In every way. For always.”
his eyes opened – brave. Unafraid.
God knows I want you – more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Do you
feel the same?”
know I do,” she breathed.
will you do something for me?”
brows furrowed. “Anything.”
want to handfast with you. It’s – it’s a Scottish tradition. We pledge
ourselves to each other – and it’s valid for a year and a day. After that time
we can part – or we can formally marry.”
don’t understand – do we need a priest or something? Why didn’t we do it at
smiled, shaking his head. “We do it just the two of us. It’s valid because we
say it is. And in the eyes of God, it – it blesses us. Blesses our union.
Because I want God to bless us, and protect us. And provide for us. Because He
knows I prayed every single day for you to come back to me. And He delivered.”
blinked back tears.
Yes, of course. What do I do?”
took her hands. “I’m going to make my vow to you – and then you can make yours
to me. And then – one more thing. And then – then, we go to bed.”
nodded. Quickly. Heart somewhere in her throat.
James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, take thee, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp…”
all happened in slow motion.
vow to her.
vow to him.
sealed their vows with a kiss. And then – then he asked for her wrist. Pulled
out his pocketknife – scored a shallow cut across her wrist. Held out his own
wrist for her to do the same. Then pressed his cut to hers.
the words after me,” he whispered.
he spoke in Gaelic – it was yet another vow. She didn’t understand it – but she
*felt* it so much deeper than what they had just exchanged in English.
Jamie’s eyes were so soft and dark and intense on hers.
then another kiss.
then they stumbled to one of the bedrooms, and Jamie struggled out of his
jacket, and Claire lay a calming hand on his chest.
It’s just me. We don’t have to do this if it’s too much.”
then Jamie straightened up, focused, and took proper care of his bride.
orange sunlight of late afternoon sliced through the lace curtains that must
have been made before the War.
sighed, so content, legs still tangled with Jamie’s under the old plaid blanket,
hands gently caressing the scars on his back. He made a small sound and
tightened his grip – burying himself even deeper inside of her. Her lips parted
in a silent gasp.
you *sure* you’ve never done that before? Because Jamie – ”
I seemed to learn a *lot* after the first time, hmm?” he laughed, sucking on
her neck, delighting in her shiver. “I have a most excellent teacher.”
so, so good with you.” Her voice rose higher in pitch as he slowly, slowly
began rocking back and forth. Teasing. “I – I had no idea it could be this
just think – we can have this every day for the rest of our lives, Claire.” He
kissed her swollen lips – the tip of her nose – her eyes, brimming with tears.
my God,” she breathed. “Jamie. I – ”
*mo graidh.* Hush. Let me love you again.”
he eased her onto her back, and helped her lose all sense of space and time.
can’t go out there with no clothes on!”
briefly glanced over his shoulder to give Claire a withering look. “Who’s
around to care? Just a few deer. Maybe a mountain lion or two. And you, but
last time I checked you rather liked seeing me naked.”
theatrically rolled her eyes and followed him, naked, across the living room as
he opened the front door.
know it’s nice out – but don’t you feel the slightest bit cold?”
darted back inside, grabbed her hand, and dragged her over the threshold. “Not
when I have you to warm me!”
laugh echoed from the fir trees circling the clearing right outside the front
of the cabin.
where is this cave, anyway? Some of us haven’t been hiking bare-assed through
the woods since we were in diapers.”
right – oh! Perfect!”
abruptly halted and Claire crashed into his side. “What is it?”
bent, plucked a small plant from the ground, and held it out to her. “I
remember these from when I was small – wild strawberries.”
enough, a small red fruit hid under the sparse green leaves.
lovely.” Claire plucked the berry from the stem and tasted it.
– there are so many of them here.” His voice was suddenly choked – and she
looked up at him in concern.
Are you all right?”
a sign, Claire,” he said softly, voice breaking. “The strawberries – they’re
our symbol. The Frasers. Well, it’s what my Da always told me – that our surname
comes from the French, when a Monsieur Freseliere came across from France with
King William, and was granted land in the Scottish highlands for his trouble.”
mean William the Conqueror?” Claire’s voice was incredulous. “I had heard that
Scots have long memories, but still – ”
Claire – it’s March. Strawberries here in the mountains normally don’t start
until April. It’s a sign, Claire. It’s a blessing from God. It proves that you’re
meant to be here.”
Claire gripped his forearms – the hairs glowing in the afternoon sun – and turned
him to face her. Then gently she lay him down on the grass, amid the
strawberries, and sat atop him.
love you, Monsiuer Freseliere,” she said softly, and then took him inside her.
Madame Freseliere,” he groaned.
have you been? Murtagh was just going to go out looking for you – you forgot
the walkie-talkie, you idiot!”
neither Jamie nor Claire took heed of Jenny’s haranguing. For Jamie simply bent
to kiss his sister on the cheek as Claire pulled a bottle of whisky from the
backpack and set it on the table.
ten-year! You’ve gone for the good stuff,” Ian observed, eyeing Murtagh’s faded
scrawl on the label. “May I ask why?”
handfast,” Claire replied. “We’ll marry as soon as I finish school.”
let out a whoop so loud that wee Maggie, snoring in her playpen in the parlor,
burst awake in tears.
amid the cheers and kisses and hugs exchanged by the Fraser-Murray adults,
nobody seemed to mind.
Can u please do one where Jeff and the reader have a five year old daughter…you can come up with the rest. But also have it rly fluff
It was weird how life always found a way of working out. Looking back at your life since high school, there had been so many ups and downs. Between Jeff’s accident and recovery, to graduating college, losing jobs, and moving through a string of apartments. It was just this one long roller coaster ride that you weren’t sure you even had a say in. Things just happened and you went along with it.
Life had just passed before your eyes and you went with the motion until this very moment when realization hit. You were happily married. You owned a home. You both had good jobs.
And you had a beautiful 5 year old daughter, who just yesterday was an infant in your arms, and today she was going into her first day of school.
You and Jeff had taken the day off for the occasion. First thing in the morning, he went downstairs to make her favorite breakfast of waffles topped with a whipped cream and strawberries. “Daddy’s Waffle Mountain” as she liked to call it. Even though you made her breakfast every morning, Jeff’s cooking skills were reserved for Sunday brunch when he’d wake up earlier to make your favorite foods and set the table so the three of you could get the day started together.
While he made breakfast, you got her ready for school. The last three weekends had been spent buying her “school” clothes and last night she’d made the decision to wear a pink dress with with flowers stitched into it. You fixed her hair so it was half-up, half-down with a white bow holding her natural curls as they came down to the middle of her back. Trying your hardest, you held back a tear as she slide her tiny feet into her white sandals, zipping them up before she grabbed her pink backpack and held it proudly.
You and Jeff had no experience with kids before her. Everything was a learning experience and as much advice as people gave you, there was no preparing for moments like this.
You grabbed the camera and took another picture of her before you two headed down the stairs to the kitchen.
“Daddy look!” She said as she spun around from him.
Jeff wiped his hands on the kitchen towel beside him, the look in his eyes mimicking yours as he watched our little human run into his arms. He lifted her up and the two spun around as he kissed her cheeks and made her giggle.
“You look beautiful, princessa.” He smiled, putting her down.
“Daddy’s Waffle Mountain?!” She got wide eyed and excited as she spotted the plate of food behind him.
“That’s right, just for you.” He laughed as he grabbed the plate, setting the the food on the table.
“YAY!” She clapped, dropping her backpack to run to the table.
You both laughed and you picked up the backpack, setting it on the kitchen island as Jeff put your plates on the table, pouring the three of you some orange juice.
“You excited, baby?” Jeff asked as you and him took a seat next to her.
She’d already gotten whipped cream all over her cheeks and you laughed, wiping it off with a napkin.
“Yes!” She nodded her head shoving another forkful of waffle in her mouth. “All my friends are there.”
“That’s right, sweetie.” You nodded, drinking from your orange juice. “Sammy, Daisy, Mila. All going to be there.”
You were lucky enough to live in a neighborhood where everyone new each other. Your kids went to the same daycare and now they were all going to the same school.
“What are we going to do there?” She asked, eating one of the strawberries.
“Well, you’re going to learn about stuff.” Jeff answered, throwing an arm over the back of her chair. “You’re going to learn colors and shapes, you learn new games, and make new friends.”
You couldn’t help but snap another photo and she rolled her eyes at you.
“Moooom!” She whined.
“I know, I know.” I laughed, shrugging innocently. “ I can’t help it, you look so adorable.”
“Are you ready to go?” Jeff looked between us.
She nodded and you did two. Running to the counter, she grabbed her backpack and threw it over her shoulders.
With a deep breath you and Jeff looked at each other. She may have been ready, but neither of you were.
He smiled, placing hand on your waist to pull you in for a hug. “Come on.”
You nodded, grabbing your purse as the three of you headed out to the car. Strapping her in, you got in and Jeff drove you down the few short blocks to her school. Jeff and her sang her favorite song on the radio and she kicked her feet in excitement just like she did when she was a baby.
Once he pulled into a parking spot, you walked your daughter hand in hand to the courtyard where the rest of the parents and children were. As soon as she spotted her friends, she ran to her friends leaving you and Jeff alone.
You watched proudly as she interacted and wave high to other kids. You exchanged looks with a few other parents knowing they were all having the same feelings as you.
Jeff threw his arm around your shoulder, tucking you into his side as he pressed a kiss onto your temple.
“We did it babe. Look at her.”
“I know.” You smiled to fight back tears. “She’s grown up so fast.”
He chuckled, leaning his head over mine. “Yeah, but we did good.”
“Mrs. O’Conner’s class line up here!” One of the teachers called out over the crowd of screaming kids.
Your breath caught in your throat as you watched your daughter line up with the rest of the kids in her class. You watched as she giggled and held one of her friends hands. In a double-filed line, they began to walk inside the building.
You promised yourself you wouldn’t cry but it was hard not to.
Suddenly, you watched your daughter break away from the group and make a run for you and Jeff. You both kneeled to get on her level hoping she hadn’t changed her mind about wanting to go.
Instead she jumped into your arms, hugging you both tightly. You smiled and returned the hug, both of you pressing a kiss on her cheeks.
“Love you!” She said, before letting go and running back to her group.
“Love you to the moon.” You yelled after her before she disappeared behind the school doors.
Jeff smiled and you hugged him tightly. You had done good. As much as you feared parenting and as scared as you were when you first had her, you knew you’d been a good mom and Jeff had been a great father. Your little girl would be okay.
A/N: Sorry this took so long! I hope you like it!:)
It’s our second summer here in Gravity Falls, and so far it has been VERY different from our first summer here. No big conspiracies nor mysteries popping up, no ominous hints of things to come, no great divides between family and friends. Everything has been … normal. Typical Gravity Falls weirdness, yes, but … normal. Uneventful, in the grand scheme of things. Safe.
I guess it’s to be expected - everyone’s a year older and an apocalypse wiser. Facing your fears - literally - gives you a different perspective on life.
Ford and I have gone on mystery hunts and scientific expeditions together - but more often than not, Mabel and Stan tag along too. Mabel is still just as boy-crazy as she was last summer (don’t even get me STARTED on the antics she got up to when that theatre troupe visited town last week - UGH) but … she keeps me in the loop now. She actually TURNED DOWN A DATE because ‘Friday night is family movie night, no exceptions.’ I actually checked her with one of Ford’s scanners to see if she’d been replaced by an alien. She laughed and called me an overreacting bean, whatever that means (the test came back negative, by the way).
Stan is still Stan. He makes fun of my ‘nerdiness’ a lot, just like last summer, and he still makes me do any of the difficult or dangerous chores around the Shack (Soos took two months of honeymoon leave for the summer. The wedding was the second day we got here). He’s still the same old miserly, con-artist Mr. Mystery. But … he’s closed the Shack TWICE in the three weeks since we got here. Both on Saturday! And all to have a ‘Family Bonding’ day. The four of us went fishing and hunting for lake monsters the first Saturday. The second Saturday we went berry-picking up in the mountains for strawberries. Ford and I catalogued six different winged cryptids on the hike. Stan started a ‘who can pick the most strawberries’ contest and Mabel almost fell off a cliff trying to reach as many as she could (she won, by the way). And Stan says it’s Family Bonding again this Sunday.
Ford brings his research upstairs pretty often now. Stan yells at him to “get that science junk off of my kitchen table, WE EAT FOOD THERE POINDEXTER” pretty often, but he never chases Ford back to the basement like he would have last summer. There’s no heat in the arguments any more. I think that the trip to the Arctic was a good thing for BOTH of them. They’re finally acting like - like siblings again. Like me and Mabel. And Ford is different too. He doesn’t jump every time someone sneaks up on him anymore. Whenever we go on mystery hunts or expeditions, FORD is the one to invite the others to come along. It’s fun to go on expeditions with just me and Ford, but … it’s nice to be a family.
Soos and Melody have the whole main floor to themselves (along with Abuelita) so Ford’s secret study has been repurposed as his bedroom and Stan kept his room on the second floor. Soos assured me and Mabel that we can stay in the attic “As long as you want. You dudes could move in here with me and Melody and Abuelita and the Mr. Pineses when you get old enough! If you still wanna live in Gravity Falls, that is. Ha ha!” I don’t know about Mabel, but I am seriously considering the offer.
Everything is different now, but everything is the same. I’ve done a bit of growing up this year (I know I say that every year, but it’s really true!) and I’ve realised some very important things.
About last summer.
It’s the normal, everyday things that matter most. It’s saying good morning to your sister when she jumps on your bed to wake you up. It’s getting to drink coffee with your Great-Uncle while you work on a map of the forest together. It’s earning a pat on the head from your other Great-Uncle when you split an entire cord of wood in a day. It’s you and your sister feeding her pet pig all your vegetables when no one is looking and laughing with her when you don’t get caught. It’s watching the people you helped save go to the grocery store, play in the park, eat a picnic, fly a kite, laugh with their family, go to the pool, save a kitten, fall in love.
It’s life, with all its normal joys.
Don’t get me wrong. I will never stop loving the strange, the weird, the unknown. Dipper Pines will hunt monsters and mysteries and ghosts his whole life! That is a promise! But I will appreciate the normal. I will embrace the everyday. I will cherish the known. Because life isn’t just one or the other.
I’ve made friends with creatures most people don’t believe in and most will never see. And I’ve seen that it’s the same for them. Behind the strangeness and differences are creatures that live lives just like us. They eat. They breath. They play. They cry. They laugh. They love. They live. All of the little things that I am learning to appreciate in my life, they appreciate in their own weird way.
There is a lot that I don’t know, and there is a lot I still have to learn. But I have people I can trust by my side. I have a place full of adventure I can always come back to. I have a lifetime ahead of me to appreciate, to learn, to grow. I have time on my side and my family at my back.
So I forge ahead with confidence into the great unknown of life. “Ad Astra Per Aspera!” as my Grunkle Ford likes to say.
(He also says that space travel in this dimension is extremely primitive and he won’t be caught dead being launched in an Earth spaceship, but we’re fixing up the UFO from last summer, so space exploration won’t be a problem soon.)
Anyway, that’s all for today’s entry. Mabel’s cooking dinner and I heard something about “experimental glitter chicken” so I should probably go do damage control. Stan doesn’t usually care as long as she doesn’t set the house on fire, and Ford will eat ANYTHING. I for one don’t want glitter coating my insides for the rest of eternity. But I’ll let Mabel eat her wacky concoctions. They haven’t killed anyone yet and they make her happy, so live and let live I guess. And as usual,
P.S. I hear the smoke alarm going off now. This will be fun.
Dipper Pines reminds me a lot of myself when I was becoming a teenager. I shared many of his doubts and fears - trust no one and if I’m not the smart guy, then who am I? chief among them. But I also learned, like he did, that you don’t have to grow up so quickly to be smart and liked. That you can trust people, and things will still turn out okay. To love and appreciate the people you have while you have them. That there is so much more to each of us than a single defining feature. That you can be a child while you are a child, and being silly and having fun is not childish. It is living.
This little excerpt is what I imagine Dipper’s own journal entries to be like. I drew inspiration from the introduction and conclusion to the series that Dipper himself narrated, as well as the snippet of his writing that we got to hear at the end of the first episode. I always imagined that the entire series was being narrated by Dipper either to potential readers in his own journal or to his classmates in his “Summer Report” for school.
So one of those "what you were doing 5 years ago" posts on Facebook popped up for my friend, and apparently she was having strawberry Mountain Dew. Unfortunately there was no photo. I can't ever remember that, and neither could she - was that ever a thing?
Your friend was likely having SuperNova, a delicious Strawberry-Melon flavor that originally released in 2008′s DEWmocracy and then came back in 2011 for the Back by Popular DEWmand promotion.
Ever since I found out Dylan had Snapple in his BMW, I had to try it as well 😁. He had Mango Madness in his car, and I finally found it here in some store. Also bought a few Mountain Dew because Eric used to drink it.. voltage’s my favorite tho.