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not the meek and obedient type.
OUTLANDER || Heaven & Earth (3x10)
The last stitch must go through his nose, madam, to be sure he’s dead. Tis always done by a friend.
“When I asked my da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’”
3.09, The Doldrums
Claire: What is that? Mr. Willoughby: It is, uh a poem. Claire: Is that more poetry? Mr. Willoughby: No. I’ve been scribing the story of my life in China, so that it will not be forgotten. A story told is a life lived. Claire: Would you tell it to me? Mr. Willoughby: Not yet.
Of Lost Things
“I have burned for you for twenty years, Sassenach,” he said softly. “Do ye not know that?“
You came thousands of miles and 200 years to find me, I am grateful you are here no matter what the cost
I shut my eyes again…and deliberately summoned the image of the estate of Broch Tuarach—Lallybroch, to the people who lived there. A beautiful Highland farm, with woods and streams; even a bit of fertile ground—rare for the Highlands. A lovely, peaceful place, sealed within high hills above a mountain pass that kept it remote from the recurrent strife that troubled the Highlands.
“You look as dashing as ever.”
“Don’t I look like an old man?”
Jamie calling Fergus “his son” || 2.13 / 3.07
Do you remember Aunty Claire all those years ago? I was no more than a boy, but I remember her well. Well, what was she like?
Outlander, 3x07 - Crème de Menthe ↳ appreciating Claire’s shirt
smash that mf like button if u uncomfortable with people shipping irl actors with each other!
i’m sorry i’ve been so inactive i think i’ve just...been really uncomfortable with this fandom lately :/
i might be more active in the future..we’ll see how i feel idek
I was back to the place where’d it all begun. So much had happened, so much had changed. Last I was here I was Claire Randall, then Claire Beauchamp and Claire Fraser. The question was, who did I want to be?
It isn’t Geordie. It’s me… Claire.