#wednesday100

[dagnylilytable]

Happy #Wednesday100!

I got really emotional about the dinner table scene in 8x08, especially Claire’s facial expressions during the toasts. Here’s a peek into her head.

Growing Hope

Courage, Claire believes, has never been exclusive to battlefields. She’d been expecting Jamie to toast William. Giving loving tribute in the face of rejection was exactly his sort of valor.

She was more surprised, though quietly delighted, when he’d said, confident as ever, “to our future.”

It’s only now that the room is full of chatter again that she realizes what he’s really said, to her more than anyone. Jamie’s given her his hope, as fragile as any flower. Trusts that Claire will make it bloom into more time. Into years of her heart, his heart, beating in steady rhythm.

[theawkwardterrier]

Wednesday 100: Let the Circle

She looks so young, and entirely familiar to him: beautiful, bold in her movements, a bit frustrated. For a moment, it takes Jamie's knees.

Still, he considers leaving her peaceful, stepping away so she will never suffer the losses that she did — of their children, of whole worlds, of him. But she had said, beside him in their bed, writing in her wee book, that even knowing the pain, she would still make the same choice, unregretted.

The way he loves her, he would too.

And so he goes to the stones, summons vase-blue.

Soon and always, they'll meet again

[flyinghome-againstthewind]

Wednesday 100: Waking Tenderness

He wakes her every morning, as sweetly as he did the morning they left the ridge, so she begins each day with tender gratitude, seeing his eyes alight with love for her.

It’s perfect, and days pass and he never wavers in this, and she finally asks why.

Only then a shadow crosses his face, which has lately reflected only a deep-seated peace.

“Ian told me, ye ken. Cannae bear the thought of ye waking beside me… remembering… So,” he cups her cheek in his palm, “I will wake first for the rest of our days, if ye dinnae mind.”

[beverlysclown]

Alfred Pennyworth: International Man of Mystery @100wednesday

"I think Alfred killed JFK." That was how Tim started a conversation with his younger brothers as Damian shut the car door.

"Um.. what?" Duke asked, having just settled into his seat.

"You heard me. I've been doing research, I'm fairly certain Alfred was in the area."

"He would've been, like, twelve, Timothy. And British." Damian was muttering from behind.

"Do we know that? We think he's seventy-something, but we don't know!"

"Tim, I love ya, but what?!"

"Just- the spy to butler pipeline doesn't seem all that common! What if he's still a spy?!"

"Come back after some sleep."

[doctorhelena]

Wednesday 100 Challenge (Steggy Drabble)

Written for the ongoing  @100wednesday any ship, any fandom, old-school drabble writing challenge! You can find the details here.

(I've also added this to my collection of Steggy drabbles on ao3, where it is lucky chapter 13!)

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Peggy waved off Mr. Jarvis’s attempt to help her into the passenger seat of Howard’s car.

She’d grudgingly agreed to be chauffeured during these last few weeks, mostly to appease Steve, after everyone had gone on about her having nearly had the last baby on the way to the hospital. But she wasn’t an invalid.

“Where to next, Director?” Jarvis asked cheerfully.

She took in a sudden, surprised breath. “Oh! I’m - ah - well, perhaps to the hospital, Mr. Jarvis. I’m terribly afraid your upholstery - ” 

Jarvis leaned forward excitedly. “Your waters have broken?”

“Well, you needn’t be so gleeful about it.”

[ylizam]

Siegfried kisses her during the fireworks. She kisses him back: a brief peck, cheeks flushing hot, and his fingers twitching like he's stopping himself from touching her any further.

"Ah." He blinks. "Mrs. Hall. That is, I—"

She almost tells him to call her Audrey, Aud if he dares. (She hopes he dares.)

"—understand if—"

Instead she leans forward, lets herself fall; her hands at his wrists, daring him to intertwine their fingers (she hopes—he dares), and her mouth against his cheek. His nose. The corner of his mouth. She kisses him, then, fully, and she doesn't let go.

[frasers-of-my-heart]

Wednesday 100: Birthday Blessing

“Happy birthday m’annsachd.” Jamie handed Bree a small but weighty pouch, smiling at the blessing he never thought he’d get to meet.

Inside, she found a rabbit carved out of wood. She ran her fingers over every groove of its detailed face. “It’s beautiful, Da.”

He folded his scarred hand over her free one. “I used to dream of you and yer Ma. So often you had this wee stuffed bunny wi’ ye and whenever I’d see one in the woods, I could feel that you were alright. That you were both safe. I wanted you to have one here.”

[books2beach]

@100wednesday Adjacent

There's a word Henry uses: adjacent. David doesn't know what it means. 

So he starts keeping track of when his favorite human uses it: 

When he's sitting next to Menace on the couch with David, watching Star Wars (again) 

When he and Silly Hair are next to each other at the kitchen table, going over plans for the shelter.

When Rock Girl is here and she and Cinnamon Girl are sitting on the couch together, singing a song. 

And most importantly, when David's cuddling with him first thing in the morning. 

Maybe it means closeness. David likes that a lot!