#020920

[ateezdata]

200209 the fellowship in seoul

sense anew, • do not edit.

[fragmentos-meu-caos-diario]

Era uma vez o início do amor entre duas almas conectadas de forma absurda, e... fim.

[bitimsiz]

En sevdiğin şarkıda seni ağlatan insanlar olmasın.

[nbagifstory]

Ben Simmons and Matisse Thybulle — Philadelphia 76ers

[penumbrik]

Sekiz ayın sonunda size kadın doğumda çömez olmanın nasıl olduğunu şöyle anlatabilirim, dün covid test sonucuma bakarken ufak bir an içimden pozitif gelse de biraz evde dinlesem diye geçirdim. Bir de sekiz aydır hastanede olmadığım hasta bakmadığım, doğumhanenin kapısından doğumların, kanamaların, 112 nin getirdiği hastaların olmadığı tek bir rüya görmedim. İlk kez geçen hafta normal rüyalar görmeye başladım.

[sdeluu]

Çalıkuşu'n da en çok 'can şenliğim' sözcüğüne imreniyorum.. birinin can şenliği olup, gözlerinin parıldamasına sebebiyet vermek.. ah olmayan can şenliğime hasretim..

[whenfrasermetbeauchamp]

She heard a step on the brick path above her and stiffened, though she didn’t turn around. Perhaps it was a servant, or Jocasta come to persuade her inside.

But it was a stride too long and a footfall too strong for any but one man. She blinked hard, and gritted her teeth. She wouldn’t turn around, she wouldn’t.

“Brianna,” he said quietly behind her. She didn’t answer, didn’t move.

He made a small snorting noise—anger, impatience?

“I have a thing to say to ye.”

“Say it,” she said, and the words hurt her throat, as though she’d swallowed some jagged object.

It was beginning to rain again; fresh spatters slicked the marble in front of her, and she could feel the icy pat! of drops that struck through her hair.

“I will bring him home to you,” Jamie Fraser said, still quiet, “or I will not come back myself.”

She couldn’t bring herself to turn around. There was a small sound, a click on the pavement behind her, and then the sound of his footsteps, going away. Before her tear-blurred eyes, the drops on the marble roses gathered weight and began to fall.

When at last she turned around, the brick-lined walk was empty. At her feet was a folded paper, damp with rain, weighted with a stone. She picked it up, and held it crumpled in her hand, afraid to open it. …

She sighed, deeply enough to make the flame of the candle flicker. She stood up, moving ponderously, and groped in the seam of her gown. She had evidently had a pocket sewn into it, for she extracted a small piece of paper, folded and worn with much handling.

“Read that,” she said, handing it to him. She turned away, and went to the far end of the room, where her paints and easel stood in a corner by the hearth.

The black letters struck him with a small jolt of familiarity. He had seen Jamie Fraser’s hand only once before, but once was enough; it was a distinctive scrawl.

Daughter—

I cannot say if I shall see you again. My fervent hope is that it shall be so, and that all may be mended between us, but that event must rest in the Hand of God. I write now in the event that He may will otherwise. 

You asked me once whether it was right to kill in revenge of the great Wrong done you. I tell you that you must not. For the sake of your Soul, for the sake of your own Life, you must find the grace of forgiveness. Freedom is hard-won, but it is not the fruit of Murder.

Do not Fear that he will escape Vengeance. Such a man carries with him the seeds of his own Destruction. If he does not Die at my Hand, it will be by another. But it must not be your Hand that strikes him down.

Hear me, for the sake of the Love I bear you.

Below the text of the letter, he had written Your most affectionate and loving Father, James Fraser. This was scratched out, and below it was written simply, Da.

“I never said goodbye to him.” — Drums Of Autumn

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Gifs: from S4E10 The Deep Heart’s Core @outlander-online​ (1), @laird-brochtuarach​ (2) ), from S4E12 Providence @avasetocallmyown​ (3 - 5,) from S2E13 Dragonfly In Amber @nordic-sassenach​ (6)

Drums Of Autumn, Chapters 52 & 62, Diana Gabaldon, 1996

#Outlander #S4E12 Providence #Drums Of Autumn #Chapter 52 #Chapter 62 #I will bring him home to you, or I will not come back myself #Hear me, for the sake of the Love I bear you #Claire Fraser #Jamie Fraser #Brianna MacKenzie #232 #020920

[aashiquidreams]

Happy full moon ✨🌕✨🐠