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wip sentences monday

The great and good @flyinghome-againstthewind has, in the last two weeks, tagged me twice to share some snippets of my WIP, and nothing but laziness has stopped me. So this is a hybrid seven sentence Sunday and wip Saturday I am calling wip sentences Monday.😆

I AM writing! I know I promised a new story in January-ish but life had some other plans to start 2026, but I am still plodding along on my OL vet fic story when time allows. I'll start posting eventually and it should be sooner rather than later.

For now, enjoy this small excerpt. For reference, Honey is Claire's dog, and Jamie and Claire are texting about a dog they helped the day before. They only just exchanged phone numbers, thus the "unknown number" name on the texts. Enjoy! ❤️🐶

When her phone vibrated against her desk just a minute later, Claire snatched it back up, thinking Jamie had already sent a reply. Instead, it was just a reminder text from the library that her checked out books were due back in two days. She spent the remainder of the afternoon frequently checking her phone, trying to ignore the increasing feeling of disappointment and, for some reason, embarrassment, that filled her every time she saw that he had not replied. He was probably just busy, Claire reasoned with herself. He had no obligation to respond, she reminded herself. And why did she even care that he did reply? They were barely even acquaintances.  So when her phone vibrated with a message hours later, as she and Honey were snuggled in bed, Honey’s snores lulling Claire to sleep as she was reading, Claire did not expect to see a message from Jamie.  10:12pm, Unknown Number: <<I’m so glad to hear our girl is doing okay. I was thinking of her all day and am grateful for your text. It has eased my mind.>> 10:13pm, Unknown Number: <<sorry for the late text. I was swamped with things to catch up on today and wanted to make sure I didn’t reply with a hasty ‘thanks for letting me know’ and nothing else.>> 10:15pm, Unknown Number: <<It was a pleasure to see you in action, Dr. Beauchamp. Now that I have your number would it be okay if I occasionally reached out for a second opinion if I need one?>> Claire bit back a smile as she read his texts. Maybe their first encounter really was an anomaly.

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-Anne Carson, Euripides

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-Anne Carson, Euripides

[texasbama]

THE PITT 2.01 | 7:00 A.M.

[lissa]

"This baby looks great."

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get to know your mutuals!

Got tag-teamed tagged by the lovelies @frasers-of-my-heart and @lara-frasers to A some Qs.

What is the origin of your blog name?

It's connected to Outlander and is similar to my Outlander IG account name, though I am not overly attached to it for my tumblr name so maybe I will change it at some point.

What’s your “I will always order this” food?

I am, tbh, a fairly boring eater and I keep a vegan diet so my ordering choices are often limited. And I live in the US so my "always order" food is harder to find but give me a vegan full English breakfast all day, every day. And if not, give me some avocado toast on actually good bread with a side of potatoes please.

What’s your overused emoji?

🙈🥹

What’s your current comfort show/movie/book?

Definitely have caught myself in a Heated Rivalry spiral in the last five days. Also, rewatching old Taskmaster seasons.

Song you’ve had on repeat this week?

Not for Nothing by the Weakened Friends

What’s the last thing you hyperfixated on?

Glasses back on.

What’s an oddly specific thing that brings you joy?

When my dog is dead asleep but has his legs rigidly locked straight (he is such a silly boy).

What smell instantly makes you happy?

Coffee (even though I don't drink it), gasoline (even thought that's weird), anything baking that has cinnamon in it

What’s something you loved as a kid that you secretly love now?

Sleeping with stuffed animals. And I don't even think I'm really secretive about that now.

What’s your phone wallpaper right now?

An impossibly cute picture of my dog.

Are you a morning person, night owl, or something else entirely?

The blessing and curse of my family is that we have all been forever morning people. I get up at 5:30am, largely happily and by choice.

Lastly, if you work, what is your work profession? And do you like it?

I work at a fairly large, national education nonprofit. I help develop and refine the programs and services we offer to students and the volunteers who work directly with students. Do I like it is a complicated and thorny question that would require too much oversharing for this public a forum. At the end of the day, if I must work (and, alas, I must), I am glad to do something that helps kids.

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Late to share but happy to be here now. @flyinghome-againstthewind tagged me too share six non-selfie pics in my camera roll on my phone. Here is a random slice of life lately:

I mostly take pictures of 1. My baby nephew, 2. My dog, 3. The sky, so it turns out picking 6 shareable pictures was harder than anticipated. But here we are.

Finn is an active boy and requires 90 minutes - 2 hours of walking a day, no matter the conditions. This was today at 730am, just after it had rained but also not so much to melt all of the snow.

A less soggy but much colder morning a few days ago. I love taking pictures of the sky and chronicling how it morphs from day to day and season to season. Winter sunrises/sets are the best and are always worth fighting off the cold to see.

A tile in a shower that I want to remember because I want my future to have shower tiles like this one.

We had some super cold, subzero temperature days here in December and Finn, who usually will walk in any weather, refused to even step outside one morning. So, to give him some activity, I rounded up all of his stuffies and made up silly games with them. This is their team picture.

I have been on a quest for the best vegan peppermint hot chocolate (and an unexpected side quest for the best vegan whipped cream). I have not yet found a standout, but trying has been fun!

These are stamps that my grandma had from different cards and letters she received over many decades. Most of them have a quick note about the year she got it and from who, but some will be forever mysteries. My sisters and I hope to turn them into some art as a keepsake.

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A Beacon in the Night

“The lights on the Christmas tree glowed soft in the otherwise unlit room, Jamie’s eyes fixating on the few bulbs that were flickering on and off, as if unsure if they had the will to continue casting their light. “Same,” Jamie thought, equally unsure if he had enough will to go on, the last several weeks pressing heavier and heavier against him.”

Happy Holidays! Please enjoy A Beacon in the Night, a Time Comes in Roses 🌹 holiday oneshot. ✨

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Catch up game!

Tagged by the bestie @flyinghome-againstthewind ✨

Last song I listened to: Great Expectations by Weakened Friends

Favorite color: at the moment, various shades of soft greens

Currently watching: catching up on the latest season of Bake Off with hopes to get to Heated Rivalry soon and a rewatch of The Pitt before season 2 in January

Last Movie: IDK? I cannot stress how infrequently I watch movies in this era of life. It was probably KPop Demon Hunters?

Currently reading: White Hot by Quiara Alegría Hudes

Coffee or Tea: Tea! Matcha with oat milk every morning and I’ll never say no to an Earl Grey or English breakfast situation. I went too hard with coffee in my 20s and ruined my insides so now it is not allowed for my own safety 🙃😂

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: sweet and savory together! Spicy (like coffee) destroys my insides to a not fun level.

Relationship Status: mama to one anxious puppy, aunt to the best baby ever, sister to two and daughter and granddaughter and friend and not interested or needing any more than that

Looking forward to: my cold being gone, two weeks off for the holidays.

Current obsessions: my nephew, chocolate chips

Last googled: vegan peppermint hot chocolate mix

Currently working on: writing wise it is the JamieClaire vet fic and a holiday oneshot; in life it is mostly just trying to find some stillness in what has been a chaotic year

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 48

Chapter 48 (the last chapter! 😭) of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. Thank you to anyone who has made time to read any or all of my story. It was a privilege to write and share it with you over the last year two years. 🩷

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56191129/chapters/194975266

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 47

Chapter 47 (the book penultimate chapter!) of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted! Enjoy and thanks for reading. 💜

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 46

Happy Sunday! Please enjoy chapter 46 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹. It’s sweet and romantic, if I do say so myself. 💜

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 45

Time Comes in Roses 🌹, chapter 45 is now posted! Get a jump start on getting into the winter holiday spirit with this chapter!

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Tagged by the wonderous @flyinghome-againstthewind to share 9 books I’m reading or will be reading soon! Thrilled to be nominated as not enough people are asking me about books, which is my forever favorite topic of conversation.

The top row and the Alyan are my most current reads (with the Sonia and Sonny still in progress) and are all so freaking good for such different reasons.

Last five are on deck for next, with the Abdurraqib being a reread because I need to spend some quality time with my favorite writers of words.

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wip wednesday (thursday edition)

Tagged by my dear @theawkwardterrier to share a bit of what I have been working on, so here is a peak at the untitled thing I am working on (called, for now, the vet fic, because Claire and Jamie are both veterinarians):

Claire groaned in appreciation the moment she sat down on the bench along the River Ness. It was a picture-perfect autumn afternoon, the sun hung low in the sky, its soft light enhancing the rich, bold tones of the turning leaves. Claire slowly unwrapped her sandwich — her favorite vegetarian ploughman’s from her favorite cafe in Inverness — letting the frenetic pace of the morning fade away as she breathed in the fresh, crisp air.  It was nearing 2pm, and this was the first time she had sat down since 7am, the day packed full of appointments with animals that were simultaneously happy to see her and regretting everything that had led up to having to be poked and prodded by their greatest enemy. The life of a vet was to be both the cool friend that hands out treats and an animal’s worst nightmare the moment the treats go away and the needles come out. 

All in all, though, it had been a good day so far — so good that Angus had yet to lodge his daily complaint about the printer. But she was grateful for the few minutes of quiet reprieve while she devoured her sandwich and watched the gulls fly low to the water, searching for their own lunch. Once her sandwich was gone, Claire pulled out her phone to indulge in a few minutes of playing one of the word games she enjoyed, but was instead greeted by a text from Jamie from an hour ago that read:  “if you never hear from me again, know it is because this coo is out for revenge against me for having to shave part of his coat to assess a lump (just a benign cyst)” Included with his text was a picture of Jamie, a playful grimace on his face with the coo in question staring expressionlessly at the camera.  Claire snorted at the picture, knowing all too well what it was like to suddenly find yourself on an animal’s hit list for conducting an important but invasive procedure. Luckily for her, none of her patients weighed over 1,000 pounds. Though there had been a few snakes that might have lacked size but certainly instilled fear. 2:02pm, Claire to Jamie: <<It’s been lovely knowing you, x>> 2:04pm, Jamie to Claire: <<That’s your response, Sassenach? Not even a polite ‘thanks for the memories’ or a ‘I’ll never forget you’???>> 2:05pm, Claire to Jamie: <<🤷🏻‍♀️I’d miss Adso more than you, mate.>> 2:05pm, Claire to Jamie: << I’m kidding! I would miss you both equally.>> 2:05pm, Claire to Jamie: <<But something tells me I need not worry, as you are well enough to text me.>> 2:06pm, Claire to Jamie: <<and thanks for telling me the cyst is benign, saves me from having to ask or letting my worry consume me>> And it would have worried her. It was both a gift and a curse to be so in tuned, so worried about an animal’s welfare that even a passing message of a potentially sick or injured animal would gnaw away at her until she knew that things were either okay or that the animal was getting the best possible care

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 44

Happy Sunday! Please enjoy chapter 44 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹.

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Time Comes in Roses 🌹, Chapter 43

Happy Sunday! Chapter 43 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted and waiting for your eyeballs. Thanks for reading! 🫶

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