wife&husband

Now, we’re going through deception-themed monsters: wraith, shapeshifter, ghoul, even a shape-shifting demon as one of the season’s antagonists. I’m wondering if we’ll see a siren too.

In 12x15 Sam mentions wraith, ghoul and siren as the monsters they’ve hunted in a row, and wraiths and ghouls at the time only had had one motw each (plus some mention and brief appearance here and there but not cases), just like sirens, and now we’ve gotten another wraith and another ghoul.

It would make sense to have a siren episode in a season about ‘things that look like other things’, in addition to all what sirens represent.

Now, during the hiatus there have been multiple posts about the features of the demon Asmodeus in traditional demonology (“Asmodeus’ chief objectives are to prevent intercourse between husband and wife, wreck new marriages, and force husbands to commit adultery”) and I’m not sure it is relevant because the show has its own lore that doesn’t really match the source material, but I’ll just put that card on the table too.

anonymous asked:

i am so confused are alibaba and morgiana husband and wife or is it preparations for the wedding by 369

I’m going to say that they did get married. While it was not explicitly shown, if they didn’t get married after everyone went through such lengths for them… well, you know.

Synastry Series: Moon Overlays

Moon in the 1st house:

The house person becomes encompassed by the Moon person’s emotions. Their actions start to derive towards comfort and security of the relationship. The Moon person often expresses their emotions freely to the house person with little excuse. The Moon person provides emotionally thriving interactions, often understanding what the actions of the house person are. The house person’s body language becomes more expressive.

Moon in the 2nd house:

When someone’s Moon falls into another person’s second house, there is a lot of emotional sensuality and predictability that goes into the relationship. The comfort and security of the house person become the main focus of the Moon person. The Moon person may be seen as someone who spends based on wants and whatever emotionally fulfills them, depending on the house person, they can see this as a good or bad thing. Lots of shared cuddles and soft blankets.

Moon in the 3rd house:

Moon in someone else’s 3rd house encourages the house person to become more verbally open about their emotions. Lots of cooperation and friendly supportive nature. The Moon person occupies the 3rd house person’s mind in a way that makes them care deeply. The house person is often found saying “I feel” a lot more around the Moon person. The Moon person comforts the anxious house person.

Moon in the 4th house:

Familiarity and soul connection is felt here. The house person feels like they have found someone who understands them in a way almost no one else can. The Moon person coddles the house person soul with comfort and blankets. They entrap the house person with deep emotional exprencies, the touching of souls is common and psychic receptivity is felt through the heart.

Moon in the 5th house:

Fun times and heartfelt connection. The Moon person becomes a bearer of humor and maternal grounds to the house person. The house person feels like their creativity becomes more intuitive near this person, the heart is sensitive. Quivering to the touch. Loads of emotions are played out in almost theatrical expressions. Laughter and tears are shared from one soul to the other’s heart.

Moon in the 6th house:

Acts of service and emotional support are bound in this synastry. The Moon person becomes one who comforts at an almost daily basis, leaving the house person feeling like their days are emotionally fulfilled (or not, depending on the Moon person). The way the Moon person can go about caring for the house person is through running errands, working, cleaning, and healing the house person.

Moon in the 7th house:

A good synastry for an emotionally balanced relationship. The Moon person activates the house person’s other half by intuitive means. The house person feels as if their missing half is filled through the soul. The two become emotionally understanding companions, the Moon person sheds new insights on emotional issues of the house person, becoming like a problem solver. It’s not intense or extreme, but rather a good marriage synastry, a basic emotional understanding is inevitable.

Moon in the 8th house:

This is a tough pill to swallow in a synastry. The house person now owns the Moon person’s deepest desires and soul. Secrets pour in from the Moon person directly to the house person. The Moon is scared, and almost feels entrapped, but it’s like a horror movie and she keeps coming back for more. It’s possessive and even if the two separate, they still feel a misunderstood way of coming back to each other.

Moon in the 9th house:

A common theme with this synastry is emotional expansion. The Moon person now goes on emotional expenditures with the house person. Traveling through the soul of the house person, the Moon may find a home anywhere with them. Feelings of idealism and joy are effervescent. The house person feels like they are put on a sort of higher being type of pedestal, they feel like they are brought to higher and higher levels in everything.

Moon in the 10th house:

The house person now has a supporting role and partner in their public image. The Moon person becomes like a push for them, supporting their goals and aspirations, especially in business and career. This can be a bit of a traditional relationship, the relationship is really public and may end up being like “trophy wife” or “trophy husband” if it’s a romantic one. The base of emotional security is essential and often provided by both parties, but the Moon person may still feel uncomfortable having such private parts of them exposed like so.

Moon in the 11th house:

The universal best friends, the connection feels cosmic and like a dream that you knew was going to come from the future. The Moon person is supportive of the goals the house person has set for society, and often is there to help them reach it by intuitive means. Often secluding each other from the social scene for times of intimate soulful connection. The feeling like you can both be yourself around each other is really comforting and happy, little judgement is enacted, especially when it comes to your emotions.

Moon in the 12th house:

A bit of a murky synastry for the Moon person. The Moon is naturally a person of passive comforting nature, when they enter the house of subconscious secrets, they feel like their efforts aren’t appreciated and can cause a bit of trust issues in the process because you feel like they’re hiding something. It can create tension because the house person reacts back in suspicion. There’s almost always a sort of uneasy feeling of mistrust. It can be unlocked through the house person simply letting the Moon person into their psyche with little effort for them to exit again.

Please consider: Tony and Bucky mutually pining. Tony and Bucky mutually unaware of each other’s mutual pining. So they flirt a lot and they joke a lot and they’re best friends and it’s Steve who makes the joke, “Hey, be nice to your wife,” after Bucky snatches a piece of bacon off of Tony’s plate. “He slaved over breakfast for everyone.” “Yeah, you jerk,” Tony adds, even though his heart’s all aflutter about the ‘wife’ comment. “Does that mean you’re all my kids?” Bucky asks, then looks at Tony in disappointment. “Why couldn’t we just leave them at the orphanage and continue having wild sex, honey?” Tony’s heart flips over even as Natasha looks up and deadpans, “Thor and I are a fucking delight.”

It becomes a thing. “Where’s your hubby?” and “How’s your wife?” and “Tell your husband to get his feet off the table.” Tony and Bucky are kind of in love with it. It’s probably the closest they’ll ever get, after all. “Honey, Steve was looking for you,” and “Sweetheart, they said you hadn’t eaten yet,” and “Honestly, why didn’t we leave them at the orphanage?” It’s fun. It’s innocent. So maybe they’re both putting a little more weight behind it than the other is aware. That’s okay.

And then there’s a battle, and Bucky takes an attack head-on. Steve sits at Bucky’s bedside. Tony is too afraid that he’ll look too needy. Bucky’s vulnerable; he doesn’t need all of Tony’s messy feelings all of him. Steve is exasperated because These Fucking Idiots and when Bucky finally blinks his eyes open, Steve is there to tell him, “Good job worrying your wife, asshole. Tony’s been going out of his mind.” Bucky blinks at him slowly in confusion. “Who the hell is Tony?” All the color drains from Steve’s face. “Oh, hell.”

Bucky doesn’t really remember any of them. Steve, definitely, and Natasha. No one else. Tony’s a little bit crushed about it. Bucky doesn’t know him. Maybe Bucky won’t want to get to know him again. He seems so overwhelmed. Tony sulks in his workshop. He’s not sure he would know how to act casually around him when everyone on the team had heard him scream when he realized Bucky was down.

Bucky is overwhelmed, but he still notices that Tony is avoiding him. Everyone keeps talking like they were an item. And he remembers what Steve said when he woke up—he’d worried his wife. Tony was avoiding him. His wife. He doesn’t get it but he figures that they must have been an item. Maybe that’s why Tony’s being so weird. They were together but now Bucky doesn’t remember him so Tony’s giving him space. God, Tony must be heartbroken. So Bucky takes it upon himself to be sweet to his… something. (Boyfriend? Lover? Husband? Why the fuck would Steve say ‘wife?’ But he can see it—Tony’s a bit of a mother hen.)

Cue shenanigans because Tony can tell Bucky still doesn’t remember him so why is he being like this??? But he should humor him right? He wouldn’t want to stress Bucky out while he’s injured and confused. And Bucky falls in love with Tony all over again because look at this snarky asshole with a good heart. And Steve wants to shake them both because they love each other and he is tired of seeing them pine. (And then Bucky gets his memories back and remembers how sweet Tony had been as his boyfriend-lover-husband and is like ‘hey wanna do it for real this time?’)

Namjoon x Reader - Arranged

Summary: Childhood friends turned arranged marriage. You’ve always had feelings for Namjoon, but he’s never once looked your way. 

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Arranged marriage, smut

Author: Pilot

Creative direction: Moxie

“Anything interesting planned today?” You ask him. 

Namjoon is sitting at the other end of the table, newspaper in hand. He adjusts the papers and cocks his brow at you. “The usual.” He replies curtly. 

He was always like this. Namjoon didn’t see you as anything but a business arrangement, a merger of two companies. You had been married for four months now. The first month was a big adjustment for you. By the third month you had gotten used to the separate lives you led. The shell of a house that you shared was in no way a home. You had made a point of having breakfast with each other, but everything else was so disconnected. 

He did things because they were strategic, in his best interests. Accepting an arranged marriage with you was a good thing for him. It kept his father off his back and allowed him to monopolise your father’s company. Your father had always liked him, ever since you were kids. 

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Countdown to T.O.P’s Birthday: D-20
ABC’s of T.O.P: G~GD&TOP

I honestly love Tabi with all the members but he has umm…a“special” connection with Jiyong hehehe~ They make such an adorable pair! Their friendship is so deep and pure (Husband and Wife vibes). And their song collaborations are always on point and so awesome! I love you guys! 🐉💕👻 I hope your BIGBANG members and family come visit you and get to spend lots of time with you for your special day, Tabi!!   ❤️❤️ 👻

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Warnings: Smut (NSFW), Fluff , Love

Words: 2,028

Requested: Hello! I would like to request a Loki x reader 💖 It’s Loki’s and the reader’s wedding night, they go back to Loki’s chambers and they get down and dirty for the first time ;) but the reader is very nervous because it’s there first time. And Loki is doing his best to make her feel loved and safe. Thank you 💖

A/N: Hey, Lovelies. this is my first Loki x reader, sorry if it’s bad and sorry for any misspelled or errors, but I really hope you enjoy it!! :) 

                                   Request are closed for now!


You were standing in a plain white room, standing on a pedestal while the maids fixing your long elegant green dress as they were done fixing your dress, you were now looking at yourself in the mirror.

Your (h/l) (h/c) locks were braided back from your face, not a single strand out of place. Queen Frigga had passed onto you a beautiful silver necklace and crown with amber gems in the center of both.

Today was your wedding day, you were excited and nervous at the same time. You were marrying the love of your life, Loki was your best friend, when you grow a liking to the young prince and that liking turn in love as years passed you both finally confess love for each other.

Your father and two guards came into white room as the maids leave. You walked away from the mirror as your father came over kisses your cheek.

“You look magnificent, darling. you’re mother would be so proud of you” your father says, you smiled.

You took your father’s arm as the two guards escort you and your father to the throne room.

You both walked the whole way in silence, you already had a single tear trickling down your face. At this moment you were so happy, you wouldn’t want to change it for anything. You and father pause at the giant double doors, you took a deep breath.

The two guards push them open, you were met with those beautiful blue eyes and thousand others, as you and your father walk down the aisle. Odin and Frigga on his throne, The Warriors Three stood to the side as the groom’s men, and Lady Sif was your maid of honor.

Frigga smiled softly at you as you and your father made it down the aisle, you were now in front of Loki who had a cute smirk on his face as he wearing his golden crown and green and gold cape.

“You look….STUNNING” Loki says looking you up and down, you blushed as Odin moved swiftly through the ceremony. When the time for “I dos”

“Do you, Loki, take Y/N L/N to be your wife, To be her constant friend, her partner in life, and her true love? To love her without reservation, honor and respect her, protect her from harm, comfort her in times of distress, and to grow with her in mind and spirit? Odin says, Loki smiles "I do”

“And Do you, Y/N, take Loki Laufeyson to be your husband, To be his constant friend, his partner in life, and his true love?. To love him without reservation, honor and respect him, protect him from harm, comfort him in times of distress, and to grow with him in mind and spirit?

"I do” you smiled. “As I Odin, pronounce you husband and wife,” Odin stated.

“You may kiss the bride.” You were wrapped up in Loki’s arms and pressed against his chest. His lips pressed to yours with all the love and tenderness he could manage, his hands holding your hips. More cheers and applause flowed through the room as he held you close.

You both pulled away, and walked down the aisle. You and Loki were finally husband and wife.


You and you’re now husband Loki were walking hand in hand to his Chambers, Loki had got you away early to have some alone time, Loki promised that he would take you somewhere special for the honeymoon. you honest don’t care if you both went anywhere or not, you were just happy you got to stolen his last name.

When you both got to Loki’s room, immediately Loki made a “do not disturb” sign with his magic. He whisked you up off of your feet and carried me in, shutting the door behind him. He sat you down gently.

Loki’s arms came up to your waist, his fingers slipping softly down them. “I can’t believe that you’re mine now, Mrs. Laufeyson ”

“Me too, Mr. Laufeyson” you reply blushing. Loki chuckles as he pulled me into him and stealing a kiss.

Soon that small kiss turned into more, and you both slid across the floor to the bed, the back of your legs hit the frame of the bed. Loki let a smile paint across his face and his hands went to the back of your dress and slide zipper down, He turned you around and started to slide each little bit off, kissing the skin that would be exposed.

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Baddest Bitch - Derek Hale x Reader

Originally posted by ryvetted4

Pairing: Derek x Reader 

Prompt: Baddest Bitch by Bebe Rexha

Warning: Knotting, kinda breeding kink, smut. 

Thank you to my beta who edited this last night for me! @lets-imagine-fanfics

ENJOY!!!

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Your stilettos clicked against the pavement as you flicked out your claws effortlessly. You saw the head lights of the car as she finally came into view. Derek lay on the floor face down as she bent down to see his face. You rolled your eyes as you tuned in on her words.

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Balance: Arrow 6x04 Review (Reversal)

Arrow Season 6: a summary

Did I fall asleep reading glorious fanfic and am now dreaming it’s on TV? Because sometimes that happens.

Best episode of Season 6.  Yeah yeah, we’re only on four. I DON’T CARE THAT WAS AMAZING. “Reversal” is Oliver and Felicity walking in each other’s shoes (but not in an angsty way) while husband and wife-ing their way through the episode. Reversal has the heart, soul and comedy that Arrow needs. This is what makes the show great. We hung in there for the long haul and through some dark days. Olicity has come out the other side and the Arrow writers are bathing us all in the sun.

It is truly rare for a television show to get better with age. This one is for the books. I, for one, am going to enjoy the hell out of this.

Let’s dig in…

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The Argument: 307 extension.

What if their (Jamie and Claire’s) potential sex scene in 307 (at Lallybroch in the books) hadn’t been interrupted by Jenny?


His words rang in her ears as the grip of his hands against her wrists increased. She should have been incensed and she still did harbour some anger but the scent of sex in the air had extinguished enough of it to render it mute…just for the moment. At this point in time she’d channelled all of that energy into pure, undiluted carnal desire. Claire could feel his cock thrusting hard between her legs, a punishing rhythm that caused her thighs to clench around his arse.

Claire pushed, forcing Jamie onto his back as they clawed, tugging and pulling at one another in a desperate attempt to remove every article of clothing. Biting his lip as she kissed him, Claire tore at his shirt as Jamie shoved his hand into her socks and yanked them down her leg.

The fabric burned her flesh as the ties holding her stockings up stuck around her knees before Jamie’s harsh grip managed to tug them loose.

Sanity escaped her and in that moment all she could see, smell and taste was Jamie; his primal musk invading her senses as the fury blazed beneath her wanton skin. Agony simmered just beneath the surface as she tried to contain her tears, the very prominent image of Jamie with *Laoghaire* emerging through the mist, simultaneously pushing Claire over the edge.

One solitary sob fell from her lips, combined with a gasp as Jamie thrust himself inside her and her weeping began in earnest.

Jamie, lost to his own lascivious coated grief, could hardly open his eyes. Instead he simply felt the jarred motion Claire was creating over him as he met her hips with his own. They were still half dressed, half mauled by the other in their furious attempted to ravish and maim one another in the aftermath of his deceit and although he could feel her distress, he couldn’t move to stop himself for the moment to comfort her.

Nor did Claire want him to. She craved him, ached for him to bury himself over and over until he could hold on no longer. Claire wanted to feel him, the pulse of his pounding heart flowing into her own body as she rode him over and over. She was crying, cursing and taking him all in one go. She felt both weak and powerful all at the same time and it was intoxicating.


Her cheeks, wet with the moisture of her cheeks, burned red with passion and desire as she all but collapsed against his chest, pinning him to the floor with her knees still either side of the tops of his thighs as she ran the length of her chest against his. Her groin stayed parallel with his but instead of rising over him, now she - rather mercilessly - pummelled her crotch against his barely letting his cock slide from her, keeping him *deep* within her as her shaky hands buried themselves in his hair.

Jamie was a willing captive. Covered not only in the sweat and shame of his indiscretions, his face was now also coated in Claire’s shed tears. Salt water ran along his cheekbones and down onto his ears until they finally slid off his neck and onto the floor. She was sobbing more thoroughly now, the closer she came to her undoing, the more fraught her sorrow became and Jamie felt the horror as it swept through every inch of him, coming to rest in the marrow of his bones.

Rolling her over, he lay his body against hers and slowed his movements, making sure not to lose her in the midst of their torrid sexual encounter. He should have stopped it, he *should* have plucked her from the floor and done some much needed damage control, And, although he knew very well how much she craved this as much as he, he should have been the one to bring back some semblance of rationality and comprehension rather than indulge himself in Claire. No matter what; she needed comfort and he had selfishly cast aside any reason just to feel the sweet rush of intimacy with Claire - for what, he thought blearily, might be the last time on this mortal coil.

But he hadn’t.

Aware of the impending rush, Claire thrust her tongue against Jamie’s mouth, coaxing from him the most desirous noise as she clenched her arse and pushed her hips upwards. Still angry, upset, devastated and lost, she urged her body on as that most delectable of sins began its final rush along her exposed thighs. Tightening the muscles in her shoulders, she let her legs flop against the hard, cold floor as the pulse of her orgasm began to build, the tingling sensation of it prickling at her belly with each maddening thrust.


They came together, the feel of her grasping his cock, pulling him deeper and deeper until the warm tightness of her throbbed around him. The roar in their ears was deafening as they both cried out in both pleasure and emotional pain, their joint howls mournfully echoing around them as the crackle of the fire, finally, bested their harrowed embrace.

Pushing him away from her, Claire wrapped her quaking arms around her midriff, curling up on her side as she allowed her heartache to pull her under. Her sobs were uncontainable now, the fresh flow of tears tracking new lines across her rosy face as she tucked her knees up, crossing her feet as she felt the warm essence of Jamie at the crease of her thighs. Wanting to keep that small part of him with her, she tipped her chin downwards against her chest and clenched the muscles of her groin as if that in itself might help curtail the grief.

Jamie panted loudly, his chest hurting with the pressure of his orgasm combined with his own self-loathing. His actions had been abhorrent and he - in part - was loathed to comfort Claire in her darkest moment because he knew it had been his actions that had caused her breakdown.

She’d been right.

Laoghaire *had* tried (and very nearly succeeded) to have her murdered burned at the stake for witchcraft and even in his lowest moments, even with the burn of fatherhood and the stench of loss clinging to his feeble flesh, he should have considered -carefully- his options. But he still couldn’t bring himself to regret wee Joany and Marsali.

Plucking himself from the floor, Jamie crawled on his hands and knees until he faced Claire. Her face was aglow, the light of the fire casting pleasant shadows over her ivory skin as he slid beside her, wrapping his bare arms around her waist and pulling her tepid body against his.

She tried to resist a little, but the force of her sobbing sapped her strength and she, rather begrudgingly, flopped beneath his biceps, her head burrowing against his chest as the last of her tears fell.

“I told you,” she whispered, her voice no louder than a sigh, “I spoke of how *hard* it was. How much I battled with your loss. You *knew* I was alive…somewhere, damn you, Jamie, you knew! And yet…you did it…with her.” Claire tried not to fall into the vast chasm that opened up before her, but the pull of its lure was just too much. The image of Jamie lying as husband and wife with Laoghaire Mackenzie was the straw that had broken the proverbial camel’s back and all of her fears rushed through her brain as they had when she’d castigated him for his derogatory comments aimed at Brianna.

Claire had thought she’d known then. Thought that his opinions were a mixture of his 18th century sensibilities as well as his anguish at not raising his daughter. But now she knew that it also came from a place of fear. His ‘secret’ marriage to Laoghaire had obviously been playing heavily on his mind at the time and had come to the fore dressed as outrage at Claire’s parenting decisions.

Her heart broke all over again as she pictured the daughter she had left behind, the dull ache of loss penetrating her every nerve.

“I wish things were different,” she said, her voice hardening as Jamie shook beside her. “I wish we could’ve had our family and a good many more things besides. But I can’t change it now, and nor can you.”

Jamie’s heart stopped as all warmth dissipated from his body. He heard the finality to her words and although sated, he felt the distinct empty hollow of her loss open up in his chest once more. Her words reverberated through his brain as he tried to search her tone for any hope. But there was none.

“Ye canna leave me, Claire,” he begged, not caring how desperate he sounded, “we’re bound…you and I…”

“Maybe we once were,” she replied quickly, having to bite her lip to stop the tears from starting once again. “But I just don’t know whether we’re meant for one another anymore. Not now.”

“No,” Jamie interjected without taking a breath. The word came out as a sort of high pitched keen as his fingers locked around her middle, preventing her from moving at all. “No, sassenach,” he said, the desperation clear in his tone. “P-please…to lose you, I’ll die, I will, wi’out you. No’ now I’ve touch you once more, held ye, heard you talk about our daughter and seen her bonnie face. I canna simply go on. It was hard enough the first time. To send ye away and no’ to die in battle. For me to ken you existed somewhere and not be able to bring you home to me. My heart, my l-love, my own…” he blethered, barely breaking as he rushed out his monologue, his dry mouth causing his tongue to stick to the roof of it on every other word.

Now it was Jamie’s turn to cry, his shoulders shaking as he scrunched his nose up and hid his face in the soft clouds of her curls. His Scots accent had gotten thicker and thicker through his diatribe and Claire felt the relaxing waves of his soft burr, his chest rising and falling jaggedly against hers as he spoke and she could not deny that his words rang true.

Claire had seen it before, death caused by loss. The decay of the tissues around the heart leading to failure of the organ and the death of the remaining lover creeping in and inextricably binding the pair, forever in eternal rest. No sooner had the memory faded than Claire began to feel a familiar deadening in her feet - it was as if her choice to leave had started the process in her own body, the muscle tissue failing from the soles of her right foot, the disease of loss decaying her from the inside out.

Twitching her fingers against his back, Claire flexed her toes, testing the dexterity of them as if to try and shake the feeling of death. Her heart beat solidly on as she swallowed audibly.

“You feel it too,” Jamie said, no malice in his tone, only soft acceptance. “I ken it, you ken it…aye?”

“F-fuck,” Claire cursed, her sore red nose itching as she began to cry silently. “Yes I feel it,” she admitted, unable to hide anything from him now. “No matter how dark it is for you to use such emotional *fucking* blackmail on me now, I feel it.”

“Stay, please. I’ll do anything, Claire. I will *give* anything. Just stay, and let me make it right. I’m yours, sassenach,” he implored, “yours until I am no more. Now and forever. Gi’ me a chance to show you, mo nighean donn.”

“No more lies, Jamie,” Claire said, the dark mark of her ending fragmenting as she allowed him to change her mind, the shelter of his body bringing some measure of relief at the decision. “You must promise me that.”

“Aye, no more lies,” he acquiesced, “you’re my soulmate, Claire,” he implored. “When we were made it was meant that we should be one. Tis the only reason I think I lived through Culloden, sassenach,” he whispered, his trembling subsiding now as the cold night wore on. “I lived and you found me. It’s fate, aye?”

Hiccuping back a sob, Claire smiled at his words, the first easy smile for a day or two. They had ridden through hell and back and she’d be damned if she was going to let that little…bitch….take from her the one shining beacon that had kept her afloat through a twenty year stalemate.

No, Claire *had* come back and Jamie had lived. She knew their path wasn’t an easy one but together they could weather the storm and battle the often brutal and boisterous demons that threatened to topple them overboard.

“I love you Claire, please let it be enough,” Jamie sighed, moving his head so that his lips could softly caress the top of her head as his hands gently massaged the tiny ridges of her spine.

“I love you too,” she whispered in return. “Jamie Fraser…and yes, it is enough.”

Neither moved as the firelight dwindled, its heat flaring and encasing the two as they stared, nose to nose, into each other’s eyes, silence holding them hostage as the words ran dry. Shy contentment took the place of anguished animosity as the brittle atmosphere evaporated leaving only ashes and dust. Renewed, Claire and Jamie basked in the afterglow of the nuclear blast, their internal world devoid of life now as if the world they had once known had, finally and very abruptly, been condensed to rubble in one explosive act.

Claire licked her lips as she shimmied closer, a speck of life blossoming in the dense nothingness as her irises twinkled. Jamie’s mouth slipped into an easy smile, his tense muscles relaxing as he himself sensed the subtle shift. “Christ, I love you,” he muttered, nuzzling her nose as he closed his eyes. “Wi’ all that I am, even if that is only but a hint of the man you ought to have…”

“Hush,” she returned, “you’re right, Jamie. I *ought* to have you. Mistakes and all.”

“Aye, sassenach,’” he said, his lips trembling with increased emotion. “Mistakes and all.”

300 EPISODES OF GREY’S? SERIOUSLY?!

BEST LINES FROM THE EPISODE

  • “Is this about this morning? Because you seemed fine. You ate the French toast!” - “Stop talking!” Owen and Amelia
  • “I heard she had a brain tumour. Do you think they didn’t get it all?” - “I heard that!” An intern and Amelia
  • “Kepner, you’re not average.” Meredith to April

In every single interview surrounding tonight’s episode the theme of nostalgia was constantly brought up and DAMN tonight’s episode was nostalgic! From the look-a-likes to Amelia being reminded of Derek to the tunnels, we received a look-back over the previous 299 episode of this incredible show!

Remember…

There were many references to Derek throughout the episode and I loved how they brought him into the story-line in a natural and understandable way. Meredith talking to him on the ferry boat ride, Jackson mentioning him in his speech and Owen and Amelia talking about why she was so intent on getting that patient a head CT. 

The sweetest homage to Derek had to be when Zola said she wanted to become a neurosurgeon, she is a Grey but I love that she wants to carry on her father’s legacy as she is also a Shepherd. 

The references to other characters we have lost such as Mark, Lexie even Ellis Grey were heart-warming and never did they feel forced. I especially loved when Jackson mentioned Lexie as I think his pain after her loss is often over-looked. 

The Look-a-likes…

The O’Malley and Yang look-a-likes didn’t win me over and neither did the mini Izzie, but the memories they brought back in some of our favourite doctors did bring a slight tear to my eye. Just like Jackson and Lexie I think Bailey’s pain over loosing George is something which is often overlooked but still very much affects her personally. When she admitted to crying silently in the shower my heart shattered as I was reminded of how much George really did mean to her. 

The Izzie and Alex story-line was one I never felt was ever properly finished and that was mainly due to circumstance at the time she was being written out, however Alex’s imagined life for her was perfectly fitting with who she was. Especially the reference to her muffin baking obsession and her love for Christmas. The conversation that brought up between Jo and Alex showed how much his character has developed over 300 episodes and cemented Jolex for me a little more. It was a mature and honest conversation and now that Jo is filing for divorce I would love to see a Jolex wedding at some point. 

It was extremely powerful and impressive how they managed to evoke such nostalgia in all of us without having to use a single flash-back. And that truly is testament to KV’s incredible writing for this episode.

MEREDITH FUCKING GREY WINS THE BLOODY HARPER AVERY!

If it was going to be anybody on the show it was always going to have to be Mer. Although I loved Cristina after the whole Cristina/Mer argument during the time of April’s wedding about how Cristina didn’t approve of Meredith wanting the family and career - that hit a nerve for me. Mer has proved Cristina wrong and she won! 

The scene in which everyone who means something to her is looking down at her from the gallery while she is surrounded by her two most trusted mentors (Bailey and Webber) was stunning. To have Maggie, Amelia, Alex, Zola and the others all there in support of Meredith just shows how loved she is and how much of a family she has at Grey Sloan. (Another reason why she was right to dig her heels in when Derek wanted them to move to DC). 

When she looked up at the sky I could only imagine her talking to Derek before picturing her mother in the gallery. That was such a lovely touch to bring Ellis into the scene as she was the one person Meredith always wanted to please more than anyone. MEREDITH IS SO FAR FROM ORDINARY SHE IS EXTRA-SHE WON THE DAMN HARPER AVERY-ORDINARY!

I would have loved to see her make everyone dance it out though. Like her walking into the attending’s lounge turning to Zola, Alex, Maggie, Amelia, Owen, Webber and Bailey and making them dance it out with her! I know you dance it out over something sad but I think it would have been a lovely way to shake the sadness of Derek, Cristina, Lexie and Ellis not being there to see Mer win!

Owen and Amelia…

From their opening scene I knew we were going to be gifted with a lot of Omelia nuggets throughout this episode. I don’t think Owen sleeping with Carina sits all that well with Amelia but she stole his breakfast (which was epic!) so I love seeing the slightly childish side to her and them genuinely getting along. Also there has been a one week time jump between 14x06 & 14x07 so Owen and Carina have been a thing for about a week now… Also anyone else notice Amelia checking Owen out while talking about the French toast? Yeah they still want each other…

When Owen ignored Amelia’s order for a CT she responded in true Private Practice Amelia fashion which was a pleasure to watch. Her and Owen bounce off each other so well and have such natural banter that when Owen told her ‘I told you so was unbecoming on her’ I couldn’t help but smile at the flirtatious tone that is still present in their relationship. Everything about their interactions was friendly, flirty and fun: her putting the vest on him, and complementing her own skills during while fixing that man’s bleed. The sexual tension between could be cut with a knife, or in their case scalpel…

I don´t know if anyone else agrees but I get the feeling they are behaving more life husband and wife now, with all the bickering (like in 13x02), than they ever have done before. Another reason to add to the list as to why they will eventually fall back together.

KMK had said he thinks they are starting from zero in their relationship and I can already see it happening. There is naturally just a spark between them and I don’t know if anyone else picked up on it or agrees but the way they are now interacting reminds me a little of 11x12 when Owen was trying to tell her that Hermann flirted with him. 

It also showed how well they do know each other when Owen brought up Derek and Amelia straight away knew what he was referring too. Owen knows her better than anyone else and can read her so easily which is another reason why I think it will be hard for them to stay away from each other for too long!

ALSO THEY WERE STANDING NEXT TO EACH WHEN MEREDITH WON AND EVEN EXCHANGED A LOOK!

(GENUINELY NOT SORRY FOR ALL OF THE OMELIA GIFS…)

Arizona

The references to Mark and Callie were so sweet, and the pictures up on her wall off her, Callie and Mark was so touching. Arizona still loves Callie and I think that is why she hasn’t been able to make a relationship last since. They remind me a little of Sam and Naomi from PP so I hope, just like Naomi, Callie does eventually come back as she has always been one of my favourites. 

Originally posted by heelyqueen

Jaggie…

I have said it before that I like them as an option but I just want them to do something now… All the looks, smirks, smiles, awkward silences etc. I just want something to happen between them (or not) stat!

Originally posted by maggiesjackson

Firefighter Warren

I really wish we could have seen Ben tell Bailey. That scene would have been comedy gold as the way she always exasperatedly sighs ‘Ben Warren’ will never fail to put a smile on my face.

DeLuca and Sam (the new intern)

I don’t like how they are suddenly forcing this relationship or past relationship on us. It just feels like too much. We don’t know much about DeLuca and suddenly bringing back an old flame isn’t very interesting in my eyes. Though I did love to hear so more Italian being spoke in the show!

My Favourite Easter Egg

There is a scene (I can´t remember when) in which Cristina is talking to Mer and she says “It’s meant to be me, you and Alex.” And at Meredith’s proudest moment of her career it was…


Finally I just want to say  a massive thank you to Shonda Rhimes, Betsy Beers, Krista Vernoff, Ellen Pompeo, Chandra Wilson, James Pickens, Caterina Scorsone, Kelly McCreary, Kevin McKidd, Sarah Drew, Jesse Williams, Justin Chambers, Jessica Capshaw, Debbie Allen, Camilla Luddington, Giacomo Gianniotti, Jason George and the members of the cast who are no longer there for bringing such resplendent characters, with such captivating: stories, situations, relationships, friendships etc. to our screen every week since Season 1 Episode 1. I haven’t been a fan from day one but I’m definitely on this roller-coaster ride till the end. THANK YOU!

Originally posted by iamblueberrypie

I usually don’t much care about male friendships on TV because a) there’s so bloody many of them and more importantly b) they’re mostly so terrible - all that back-slapping, locker-room-talking, emotion-repressing, macho bullshit that doesn’t do anyone any good as a role model.

And then there’s Brooklyn Nine-Nine. For me, the defining moment of male friendship in B99 is when Jake leaps into Terry’s arms and Terry - that huge, muscly, mushy-hearted teddy bear of a man - instantly catches him. There’s literally no other show I can imagine giving us this moment and letting it be so pure and sweet.

But also there’s Charles Boyle, and the way he adores Jake. The show makes a joke of it - it’s a comedy and it’s funny - but it never ever makes *that* joke, the one we’re used to, the no-homo, ha-ha, look how much less of a man Charles is because of how much he loves Jake. Charles doesn’t do any of that other bro bollocks we’re used to in our media either. He isn’t jealous or resentful of Jake’s partners - he’s hilariously over invested in Jake and Amy. He takes Jake’s feelings into account when it comes to his own relationships, but he doesn’t put his romantic partners second to his friend either.

Jake isn’t the kind of friend Charles is. That’s the story of and heart of their relationship - Charles over-commits and Jake is afraid to commit and they work at balancing each other out. But Jake would walk over broken glass in bare feet for Charles and Charles knows it.

I just wish more male friendships on television looked like this one.