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OUTLANDER ⇢ 2x13

With good reason. Many Scottish prisoners were flogged here. A lot of blood was spilled on this ground. 

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Bree and Roger

4x07 Down the Rabbit Hole 

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Outlander

4x09 The Birds and The Bees

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Happy 25th, Sophie! ❤️ | March 7, 1994

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The Evolution of Bree’s hair | seasons 2, 3, & 4

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I Owe You | Tales From Fraser’s Ridge

Happy Father’s Day! 

Part 1: Tell Me About the Bicycle | Claire & Jamie Part 2: A Song From the Past | Roger & Bree Part 3: Let Me Wash You | Claire & Jamie feat. Bree (briefly) Part 4: Reminiscing | Claire & Bree Part 5: Happy Birthday Sassenach | Claire & Jamie feat. Jenny, Ian, Rachel, Roger, Bree, Jem & Mandy Part 6: By the Fireside | Jenny & Bree Part 7: Saturation | Claire & Jamie (wee bit of Roger & Bree) Part 8: That’s Amore | Claire, Jamie, Roger, Bree, Jem, The Bug’s Part 9: Reflection | Claire & Jamie Part 10: No More | Bree, Roger, Mandy & Jem Part 11: Dance Wi’ Me | Claire & Jamie Part 12: I Owe You | Jamie & Bree

I OWE YOU

The sound of a crying bairn jolted him out of bed and on to his feet. Claire stirred and rose her head up from the pillow muttering nonsense about something called a ‘waffle maker’. Jamie didn’t know what a ‘waffle’ was or why Claire was dreaming about making them but he did know how beautiful she looked early in the morning.

He leaned over and placed a kiss on her temple, her hands instinctively reached up to touch him. Another cry from the wee bairn and Jamie sighed, he could tend to Claire later.

Jamie threw on his night shirt and a pair of old breeks, tucking the shirt in haphazardly. He walked downstairs looking for Bree and wee Jemmy but didn’t see them. Following the sound of an unhappy bairn, he walked outside, the moon still high in the sky.

Bree was pacing up the path from the cabin to the Big House, wee Jem in her arms, wailing his lungs out. Claire told him Jem was ‘teething’ and he felt for the lad. Anything sharp trying to poke through your skin must hurt something terrible.

“Shhh, it’s alright, shhh” Bree whispered, smoothing her hand over Jem’s round head.

Jamie made a coughing sound as he approached them so not to startle them. “Och lass, I could hear the wee bairn cryin’ from up in the house.”

Bree smiled apologetically, “Sorry Da, nothing I do will make him stop crying. I’ve been up all night. It doesn’t help that Roger is away, still plotting out the land.” Jamie noticed tears of frustration spill from Bree’s cheeks and he reached out his arms.

“Give me the bairn mo leannan, ye dinna have to do this on yer own.” Jamie took Jem from her outstretched arms, cradling him against his chest. It felt so natural to Jamie to hold a bairn, only more natural that this bairn was his grandson.

Jamie stuck his pointer finger in Jem’s mouth and winced as Jem bit down with his one new tooth. “Ach, strong bite yer lad’s got.” He laughed and Bree ran her hands through her fiery red hair, the same colour as Jamie’s.

“I tried that… with my finger.” Bree held up her wrinkly finger for evidence. “But he didn’t like it.” She observed how Jem was now quiet, gazing up at Jamie.

“Perhaps the bairn just likes me better.” Jamie joked and when Bree didn’t laugh he looked up quickly from Jem’s face. She looked so sad, “I didna mean that lass.” Jamie removed his finger from Jem’s mouth and placed his thumb on her wrinkled brow, smoothing out the creasing lines.

“Sometimes I feel he doesn’t like me, Da. He cries and cries and I just can’t take it!” She threw both hands in the air and sighed. Jamie didn’t want to see Bree cry, he didn’t want her to feel pain at all.

“That’s what bairns do Brianna, they cry.” He rocked Jem gently in his arms, returning his finger back to Jem’s mouth.

“I wasna there to hear ye cry mo chuisle or see ye throw a wee tantrum but I ken that bairns have tempers, especially Fraser bairns.” Jamie grinned, remembering his own temperament as a lad, the mischief he caused.

“The lad is in pain is all, yer Mam said how his teeth are ripping through his skin,” Jamie winced again, “That’s enough to make me wanna cry.” Bree laughed at this, her shoulders dropping with ease.

Bree then smoothed her finger over Jem’s soft round cheek and he met her eyes and smiled. She moved her hand down to his little stomach and tickled him making him laugh and forgetting about Jamie’s finger altogether.

“There. Happy again.” Bree took a deep breath.

“Da, can I ask you something?”

“Anything mo leannan.” Jem wriggled in his arms and Jamie gave him a pat on the back as he curled him against his shoulder, feeling Jemmy’s breathing slow into a deep slumber.

Bree crossed her arms over her chest, “Do you ever regret sending Mama back? Sending me back?”

This wasn’t the question Jamie expected, especially not so late in the evening, or early depending how you saw it.

He didn’t hesitate though, “Aye. Of course. The time I spent apart from yer Mam… well I wasna really living ye ken? I wasna a whole person. And I wish more than anything I coulda been there to hold ye when ye were born, to see yer first steps,” He reached out his other hand and took her hand in his, “when ye lost yer first tooth.” Jamie choked on his words, his emotions tightening his chest.

“To teach ye to hunt,” Bree laughed, squeezing his hand back, “To notice the little changes in ye as ye grew, to be there for ye when ye got yer heart broke by some idiot fool.”

“I wish all of those things too Da.” Bree smiled.

“But… I didna think I would survive Culloden ye ken? I couldna bear the thought of leaving you and yer Mam here, in this time withou’ me to keep ye both safe. I love ye mo leannan, dinna ever think that because I sent ye away that I dinna want ye.”

He pulled her to him then, cautious of the sleeping bairn between them and held his daughter. Jamie vowed to make up for all the time he had lost with Bree, if he couldn’t get those first 20 years back then he would make the most of the time he had with her now.

“I love you too Da. It doesn’t matter to me that you weren’t there from the start… as much as I would have wanted you to be. We’re here…” She kissed the top of Jem’s head, “all of us, together.”

“Aye, together. Now go get some sleep lass, I’ll take the bairn to the house. Yer Mam and me will watch over him.” Jamie rubbed his large hand over Jem’s back, the soft snore coming from the little body warmed his heart.

“Thanks, Da. I owe you.” She smiled and gave Jem one last kiss before walking towards her own cabin to find much needed sleep.

Jamie watched her walk away and once she was safely inside Jamie spoke softly, “Nah, lass. It’s I who owe ye, for everything.” He turned and walked the few steps back to the house where he took Jem up to his and Claire’s room, laying down beside his wife with their grandchild snug in between them.

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~Mackenzie Mood Boards~

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Outlander Promo Recap: Parallel Lives

Hey all, thanks for the well-wishes, and here’s payback in the form of an unnecessarily long promo recap.

The title of this promo is more than a righteous Magic:The Gathering card. It’s also the nickname for Plutarch’s Lives of the Noble Greeks and Romans, a series of biographies of famous men that highlighted their similar virtues and failings, and a fascinating study of morality and choices. It’s an apt lens through which to view this season of Outlander, in which Claire and Jamie struggle to make the most of their choice to separate, consequently exposing the best and worst of themselves (and those closest to them). It’s a reminder that our heroes are no more human than any of us: sometimes disturbingly fallible, others heartrendingly persistent. Plus I hear there’s a lot of sex.

(Read more at  tvkillstime.com)