You backed up against the wall, watching them. Laurens raised his eyebrows at your reaction, standing up from his seat. He was towering over you, the angle completely different from what you remembered. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see if this was a dream.
You noticed the library computer broken, your document probably erased.
“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, his freckles much more prominent than it used to be. Lafayette stood next to him, watching you. He tried to touch your arm, but you jumped away. You immediately regretted that, seeing his face drop. Mulligan stood up, and began walking towards you. You put your hands up, and he stopped immediately.
“I…I-” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I can’t deal, I need a second.” You walked out, closing the door behind you. You sighed, leaning your back against the door.
What the hell just happened? Your small friends became these huge, handsome men? Dealing with Hamilton would have been fine, but all of them? You felt your heart pounding in your chest, blocking out every other sound.
Three Months Ago:
You were cleaning your house, straightening up your room. As you organized your books, you noticed a small figure. At first, you thought it was a mouse. But on further examination, it had hair, and a green outfit on. Like something from the history books.
“What…” You whispered, staring at it. The small figure turned around, glaring.
“Took you long enough to clean this place up. Do you know how many dust bunnies I had to fight to stay alive?” He gestured to the red stain on his shirt. “I’ve killed many men, Y/N, but these things are much more vicious than that."
You stayed silent, staring at the small man in front of you. "Oh no, I’ve gone crazy. I’m completely insane. My sister told me not to move here, but I didn’t listen. And now I’m a crazy lady with small men talking to her.” You said, rubbing your forehead.
The man laughed. “Well, seeing Alexander Hamilton in front of you must be a shock. I mean, look at me.” He did a pose, and you grinned. And he’s a pompous asshole.
“Okay, then, Alexander Hamilton, how did you get into my room? And why are you the size of my pinky?” He frowned, crossing his arms. You couldn’t help it, even though he was already annoying, he was cute.
“I was having relations with a-"
"Hey! No need for those details. How old are you again?” He rolled his small eyes, jumping down into your hand. You carried him to the desk, and he climbed off your hand, leaning on your coffee cup. He cleared his throat, looking back up at you.
“You know, for being such a smart woman, you are quite the idiot. Just because I am small does no mean I don’t indulge in my desir-"
"Okay, like I said, we’re done talking about your relations."
"This is pertinent to the story, Y/N. But I can leave out the explicit parts of you’d like,” you nodded and he continued, “She gave me this small bottle. She told me that it an an elixir that would pleasur- help, me, rise to the occasion.” He smirked at his play on words.
“I took it, and I ended up here. It was not a fun experience, I was terrified for the first few weeks."
"You’ve been here for weeks? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” “You had these ‘midterms’ that you were worried about, and I did not want to disturb your thoughts. It is hard to bring your mind into that pace, and I understand that if I interrupted you would have failed theses terms."
For a jerk, he was kind. He smiled at you sweetly. "But now that we’re here, can I eat something? All I’ve ever had was crumbs when you were sleeping. You almost stepped on me once, you know. I was going to start a duel with you."
"Yea, yea. See where that lands you.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen. Hamilton jumped on your back, sitting in the hood of your sweatshirt.
“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”
After giving yourself a few more seconds to calm down, you opened the door back up again. They all stood there, blocking your way into the room. You cleared your throat.
“Mind letting me through?” Mulligan pushed the others back, giving you a path. He was massive, his muscles prominent on the sleeves of his shirt.
As you glanced at them, you noticed that they were wearing the doll clothes that you gave them when they were small. You went back to your seat, your head on your hands. The boys followed, sitting around the square table.
“Okay, first off, how-"
"You’re really beautiful, Y/N.” Laurens blurted out. You widened your eyes, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He laughed nervously, looking at his hands. “You were beautiful before, but seeing you now, it is even more shocking."
Mulligan hit his friend’s arm, glaring at him. "Hey, stop bothering Y/N when she’s trying to talk.” Laurens rolled his eyes.
“Here comes the jealousy again."
"I told you, for the last time-"
Lafayette sighed at the two of them arguing, looking at you with sympathy. You didn’t notice before, but his hair was curly, his facial hair trimmed nice. A part of you wondered how he kept it groomed, but that was not the problem right now.
"Mon amis, Y/N is still waiting. Please give her the consideration to let her speak.” Hamilton laughed, looking at you.
He had a goatee, which was trimmed as well. He wore the jeans and plaid shirt that you gave him. His arms were crossed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You are quite lovely, Y/N. Before, you were this giant that didn’t let me do anything. But now…"
Mulligan stood up again, about to walk over to Hamilton. This time, you knew you would not be able to stop them without getting hurt yourself. "Hamilton, I’m going to kick your as-"
"Guys, can we stop this testosterone fest for a second? I need to figure out how this happened, and I can’t if you keep on hitting on me and arguing.” Mulligan widened his eyes.
“I’m sure we did not hit you, Y/N.” You rubbed your forehead.
“That’s not what I, never mind. Just, just sit down and listen.” You grumbled at them. Hamilton shot Mulligan another glare, before sitting down across from you. Laurens sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked away from him, the stare too intense for you.
“Okay, so how’d you guys become human-sized?” You glanced at Lafayette and Mulligan, “Maybe a little bigger than that."
"It’s Hamilton’s fault.” Mulligan started. Hamilton rolled his eyes.
“Here we go again.” “I told you to stop blaming him, Hercules.” You replied, frowning. He widened his eyes, beginning to protest.
“Alas, it was the Caribbean’s fault this time.” Lafayette said, defending his friend. “While Laurens and myself were stopping them from fighting, Hamilton fell off the desk. We all ran to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. Laurens jumped down as well, and saw Hamilton climbing inside the computer. Laurens didn’t want him to get hurt, and neither did we, so we all followers him. It is interesting to see how much society has changed.” Lafayette commented.
Laurens continued the story. “We found a red wire, and Hamilton touched it, shocking all of us. Immediately, we grew in size. And I’m sorry about your computer, Y/N,” he said, glancing at the broken parts, “We did not know.”
Hamilton said nothing the whole time, looking at his hands. After he noticed the silence, he glanced up at you. He smiled innocently. “Yes, Y/N?"
"I’m happy that the four of you are bigger now, but why did you have to go and look through things you aren’t supposed to? You could have hurt yourself, or have gotten yourself killed.” Hamilton looked at you, and eyebrow raised.
“Ah, do you finally care about my well-being? You usually trap me under a glass prison."
"I would now, if you weren’t huge.” You mumbled. “I heard that, you know."
"We need to get out of this room and go home. We have to figure out why this happened and how can we send you guys back.” You said, grabbing your bag. Looking at the destroyed computer, you sighed. “How am I going to explain this to the staff?"
"You don’t?” Hamilton suggested, standing up from his chair. “Let’s just go, and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary."
"I can’t just leave it like that, that’s rude and unnecessary.” Laurens grabbed your hand, pulling you out the room. You protested, but the other boys followed, quickly walking out the library.
You were looked at strangely, but you ignored them. Laurens was walking the correct way to the apartment, and you wondered how did he know.
“John, how do you know how to get back to my house?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling.
“I leave when you leave sometimes. Usually in your hoodie, but I’m in your purse most of the time."
"Laurens-!” Lafayette moved next to you. “It is true, Y/N. We have left the house more than once.” You shook your head at them.
“I am ashamed of all of you."
Mulligan sighed. "You know, you don’t have to hold Laurens’ hand the whole time.” You looked t your entwined fingers, and pulled it out quickly, seeing the disappointment on his face.
Hamilton stayed quiet, walking behind all of you. You slowed down, meeting him side by side. Even though he was the shortest, he was still taller than you.
You touched his arm, and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, Alex?” He nodded slowly.
“There’s just a lot to take in, as all. I am used to seeing everything bigger than me, and it’s strange to see you small.” He said, grinning. “But I don’t mind this height difference."
You walked into your house, holding the door open for the boys. Once of your neighbors noticed you bringing in all the boys, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He was one of the many nosy neighbors that you had, always trying to see what you were doing.
To entertain his mind, you looked back at the boys, then at him. "We’re dating, polygamy you know?” You whispered, and he widened his eyes, closing his door in your face. You laughed, locking your door behind you.
“Y/N? I think you need to see something!” Lafayette called from your room. You threw your bag on your counter, walking into the next room. The boys were standing around your desk, staring at the surface.
“Guys? What’s up?” You asked, pushing past them. You looked down, widening your eyes. “What…?”
being on tumblr and not being an artist/art major is def odd bc i see so many ppl showcasing their amazing talents and like im a chemistry major but how can i showcase that….“hello everyone for today’s post im going to list the strong acids and bases off the top of my head ,, stay tuned for tomorrow we’re discussing solubility guidelines and next week is the cubic crystal system” it’s just not as cool
The last and longest episode of the season and the final day of our 13 Days of Outlander/A Month of Outlander (and the anniversary of the battle of Culloden). This episode is a bit of a mixed bag for me with my opinions and favorites about it changing every time I watch it.
Favorite Scene: Claire and Roger sharing whisky. This is consistently my favorite scene though I do occasionally like to torture myself with the farewell at Craigh na Dun. The double meaning to what Claire is saying and thinking compared to what Roger takes her meaning to be and the heart-wrenching grief behind his question is just so touching. It goes a long way to establishing their sense of one another, their recognition of their understanding of one another, and I think the seeds of why he’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt later are sown here. Plus it’s the scene that solidifies…
Favorite Performance: Rik Rankin as Roger Wakefield. I have a really hard time with Roger in the first few books where he plays a significant role but from the first few scenes of Rankin inhabiting the character I was completely won over. There’s a subtlety to his performance that just isn’t there on the page and having Rankin in mind is making rereading through those difficult Roger passages in the books much easier. I mean, he hits the somber and sorrowful notes in his scene with Claire (where he is easily his most vulnerable) but then turns around and has the best reactions to Bree’s meltdown at her mother once she learns the truth; and after hearing Claire’s story he performs as a mediator between mother and daughter with surprising skill and charm.
Favorite Music Moment: Geillis’ speech. As with my favorite scene, this is a favorite that tends to change but I have to give the edge to Geillis’ speech because I find myself skipping ahead to the White Roses of Scotland track more than others.
Favorite Location: Culloden Moor. Habit tends to push me towards Lallybroch but in this instance, seeing it all run down and roofless, it isn’t my favorite; Lallybroch can only be my favorite when it’s thriving and full of life. Instead I find myself preferring the gorgeous shots of Culloden Moor. It’s so open and yet somber but without bringing up the pain of something like seeing Lallybroch’s front doors chained shut. We haven’t seen Culloden in the show since 1x05 in a flashback with Frank but it’s not a place that can really get run down or fall apart the way Lallybroch can and does. It feels static in a way, unchanged by time; as somber and weighty as it must have been in the weeks, months, and years after the battle ended. It is a location that feels frozen in time so that, even though Claire goes with the intent of saying goodbye, it makes perfect sense that through Brianna’s discovery she is as far from leaving Jamie behind as she will ever be.
Favorite Minor Character: the helpful researcher. We don’t get this character’s name but she is so helpful to Claire and her whole attitude and demeanor just gives me major Mrs. Graham vibes, I can’t help but love her (and we know she’s efficient because look at just how fast she got Roger’s genealogy chart complied).
Favorite Book to Screen Adaptation: Dougal’s death. I know there are folks who aren’t fond of the fact that they changed the scene so that Claire and Jamie kill Dougal together, but I kind of love it. I’m pretty sure this is the first time on the show where we have seen Claire take part in actively killing someone (Colum doesn’t count because he asked for her help and the Comte doesn’t count either for a few reasons, some of them spoilery for The Space Between). In the books, however, Claire has a bit more blood on her hands at this point. I also love the way the scene is choreographed and acted. Dougal’s crazy eyes as he just repeats the word, “anger,” a few times, Jamie’s shielding of Claire (and the bairn) as Dougal builds towards open attack, Claire getting to knock Dougal over the head with a crate in an echo the way she did the same with a small stool back in The Gathering, the horror on Jamie’s face as he realizes what he’s done and the tremor in his voice as he says, “I’m sorry, uncle,” and rests his head on Dougal’s shoulder… there’s just so much going on in this scene.
Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part: Jamie and Murtagh. Claire is pretty distracted through most of this part of the book so we don’t get a whole lot about what transpires and in the show, she’s absent from the scene altogether (and with good reason), but it means so much to me that we get this beautiful moment between Jamie and Murtagh. It’s a wonderful companion to their scene back in Prestonpans when Murtagh is confessing to his feelings of insignificance before the battle. Murtagh knows what’s going to happen and has an idea of how he’ll be one of so many men to fight and die on the field but where before it made him feel insignificant, he has finally found something about it that will make his death meaningful, even if it isn’t in the way he’d originally thought/wanted (god, that season three premiere is going to hurt).
Favorite Line: Roger persuades Brianna to go to Craigh na Dun. Favorite line is probably the favorite of mine that changes most frequently. I love Roger’s repetition of Geillis’ “fucking barbecue” as well as Murtagh observing to Jamie that “he isn’t surprised [that Jamie killed Dougal] only that it took him so long”; I’m also always fond of the fact that they worked in both the Da mi basia mille poem and Jamie’s “I will find you,” speech. But this time through I was struck again by just how quickly Roger thought on his feet when Claire announced she wanted to see if they could stop Geillis and especially how he persuaded Brianna to go along with it despite her misgivings and stubborn resistance to everything Claire has been saying. “This could be our chance to make [Claire] actually face it” and when Bree still resists wondering what if Geillis is crazy too and only supports Claire’s obviously deluded claims… “Well then maybe we all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton block of granite.” He manages to inject enough humor and logic for Bree to lighten up a little bit and yield.
Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: parting at the stones. There is so much from their farewell in the book that simply couldn’t make it to the episode (for a multitude of reasons, some of them stronger than others) but what does make it to the screen is absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching. Jamie’s initial mood is almost dazed as he smiles and reassures a completely distraught Claire that he can’t go through with her but that he’ll find her if he has to wait 200 years… but then as soon as the first canon sounds the weight of it all seems to hit him and a measure of fear sets in. It’s Claire who begins taking the lead as she offers him the dragonfly in amber and starts the vow that he continues. It’s enough to ground him again as they get to their feet and he settles her against him for that incredible slow-dance to the stones and them reaching to touch it together. They rely on each other through the whole scene for reassurance and strength, for every last second of being together and united as one before they’re alone and will have to take their next steps with only the memory of that strength to carry them forward.
Favorite Costume: Bree and Roger’s matching knitwear. This is something I only noticed this latest time watching and probably noticed it mostly because I’ve spent a lot of time staring at Brianna’s scarf in those final scenes at Craigh na Dun so that I can try to recreate the pattern but her scarf has the same knit pattern as the sweater he’s wearing. It’s the sweater he’s been wearing all day and it’s a darker yarn (part of why I think I missed it before) but the honeycomb-style pattern is the same. It’s just a small detail (and it’s really hard to see on Roger in the pic below but if you scroll back up to some of the other pics of him, it’s clearer) but it’s exactly the kind of detail I love from the costume department on this show (like Claire’s two traveling outfits back in the season premiere using the same color scheme).
A massive thank you to everyone who participated in the 13 Days of Outlander and the 16 Days of Outlander and the A Month of Outlander and all of this celebratory stuff that @gotham-ruaidh and I have thrown out into this latest Droughtlander to help us all keep ourselves going. I’ve loved reading through everyone’s posts and looking over the gorgeous edits, gifs, stills, photos, quotes, etc. Keep them coming as we get more and more promo for Season 3 and Droughtlander enters its final stages.
Watching a man holding his little daughter, swaying to the melody of Frank Sinatra’s smooth voice while the child, exhausted from a day full of happiness and laughter, clung to him as if he was her only rock, the only one who would bring her safely through yet another dark, bustling night, was as close to get a taste of complete bliss as it could get.
Eaden’s head was slumped against her father’s broad shoulder, whose nose was deeply buried into the nape of her neck. Gillian could hear him humming softly to their daughter, and every now and then, he tilted his head slightly to look at her face, watching her eyes getting heavier while she was tiredly looking at her own little fingers tracing the collar of his shirt.
It was the perfect ending to a very special day for their little girl, and for her entire family.
To witness how loved their daughter was by all of her siblings, grandparents and friends was one of the best feelings for a parent.
Knowing how much dedication and time her sisters had put into the three tiered, ocean themed birthday cake with a giant whale on top. It had taken them days to plan this thing just because their little sister was probably the only three-year-old girl around who didn’t want Elsa, Anna or any other recent Disney princess on her cake. Instead, their little Arielle had asked for her very own underwater queendom, as she insisted it should be called.
And her brothers, all hilarious in their own way and absolutely smitten with their little sister, did their absolute best to make this day the most memorable and special day Eaden had ever had by being the sweetest, most patient and generous boys around.
Or watching her open up her presents, one more thoughtful than the other, and seeing the glint in her eyes when she realized that she didn’t just get one package of chewing gum, but one from each of the thirteen countries they all had visited in the last couple of months. All coming with a little story about the person who’d sold them, which their big-hearted, little adventurer loved just as much as the gum itself.
This girl brought so much joy to their family, and Gillian was so grateful for every single day, every moment they got to see her growing up and every memory they were able to make with her. She was worth all the hard times, every tear and every fight they had to survive in order to get to the point when all that was left was the heart.
“Hey, get over here, beautiful,” David suddenly whispered over Eaden’s head, his lips curved in a warm smile as he extended his arm towards her.
She didn’t hesitate to step into his embrace, and as soon as he had his arm securely wrapped around her waist, Gillian snuggled close to her warm, cozy little girl already clad in her soft pyjamas. While the delicious baby smell was long gone, Gillian still loved her daughter’s sweet scent. It was as fresh, satisfying and addicting as ever.
“Did you have a good day, baby?” Gillian asked and gently stroked a few strands of hair out of Eaden’s face.
“Yeah,” she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. Gillian was surprised that she wasn’t cranky in the slightest given how tired she looked with her puffy, dazed eyes.
“That’s wonderful! It was a very special day today, wasn’t it? Lots of nice people came over and brought so many great presents, right?”
“Yeah,” David agreed and placed a chaste kiss on his daughter’s forehead before nuzzling his nose into her blond bangs. “And we had a lot of good food today. You loved the burgers, didn’t you? And I can’t wait to eat the rest of the cake with you tomorrow, honey.”
“I’m thwee now,” she whispered, and both David and Gillian couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at their daughter’s slurred statement.
“Yeah,” David said softly and rubbed her back. “Three years ago today you came into our lives as a tiny, beautiful little baby. And you made us very, very happy.”
Eaden hummed softly and raised her head from his chest, fighting so hard to keep her eyes open while looking at her father. “Bwown hair?” she asked, her expression almost concerned.
“Yes, you had brown hair when you were born, but it turned blond very quickly,” David replied with amusement, and as if his answer had just made her day completely perfect, Eaden heaved a relieved sigh, put her thumb into her mouth, closed her eyes and nestled her face against David’s chest.
They kept swaying to the music, enjoying each other’s warmth and the quiet and peace that was surrounding them.
After a while, Gillian risked a curious glance at Eaden’s face before smiling up at David.
“She’s completely zonked out.”
“Thank god, I thought she was about to get a little delusional,” he joked. “It was a big day for her.”
“Yeah. I’m pretty worn out myself,” Gillian admitted with a wink.
“Hmm, what do you think about tucking her in real quick and then… start to work on that birthday present she didn’t get this year?” he grinned mischievously at her and waggled his eyebrows.
Gillian shot him an incredulous look, but then burst into laughter so that she had to bury her face into the side of his arm to muffle the sound.
“That was so bad,” she chuckled into his shirt.
“What?” he asked in bewilderment. “At least we can tell her next year that we tried really hard for that little brother.”
“We could’ve already told her the same thing this year.”
David pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “True.”
“But you know…” she said seductively before getting on her tiptoes to give him a soft, lingering kiss and then tilted her head slightly to the side to look into his eyes. “You could tuck her in while I’m putting on something nice for the night… and we’ll just… take it from there. What do you think?”
“I think you’re full of brilliant ideas,” he said, and with a last quick kiss, put his hand on the small of her back and guided her out of the living room, turning off the lights behind him.
While Gillian disappeared into their bedroom, he slowly walked towards the other end of the hallway, and just as he was about to step over the threshold into Eaden’s room, she tightened her hold around his neck, making him stop in his tracks and looking down at her.
She was giving him the puppy eyes and the stuck out bottom lip, and then, in the sweetest voice imaginable, Eaden said, “It’s my birthday, Daddy. Can I sleep in your bed tonight, pwease?”