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renee-writer · 2 months

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February Prompts Day 9 Praise Be!

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“Praise be!” Jenny ran to her, throwing her arms around her, “Our darling Claire. I never thought I would see you again. Though I prayed everyday that I would.”

She hugs her just as tight. Jamie assured her that his sister would be ecstatic to see her but… after twenty years, she wasn’t as sure.

“Jenny, I…” She finds herself fighting tears.

“Twenty years, all this time, “ She shakes her head, “but I never gave up hope. I knew you would return to us. Now here you are, with quite a story, I imagine. Come, let us hear it.”

She leads her onto Lallybroch. Jamie, with a huge smile, follows them.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #february prompts #day 9 #claire and jenny #outlander fandom

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sarahspy · 1 year

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I've been in a long process of trying to understand the difference between loneliness and solitude. Part of that is not being afraid of being alone, and then getting past that fear, and then starting to separate out what is loneliness, and what is solitude, and what is privacy, and what is secret? What is a natural separation of time and schedule, and what is abandonment—or rejection? What is rejection and abandonment, and what is just people taking space to do their own day or whatever? So, no. Now I don't feel lonely at all. It feels like a big injury that healed.

Jenny Slate, interviewed by Dana Schwartz for Marie Claire

#Jenny Slate #Dana Schwartz #Marie Claire #marcel the shell with shoes on #quote #quotes #motherhood #solitude

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kenstewydyke · 5 months

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in season 3's prom episode of derry girls, it was clear that the dynamics between the mothers when they were in high school were replicated in the next generation too. The four women attended the prom with Diedre's cousin accompanying her (and then all of them). So we have four girls and a male cousin of one of them which is just like the Derry girls' situation. And Rob was openly gay. Doesn't this hint at James being gay/queer too ?

#erin x james truthers don't come for me I am just theorising here #derry girls #orla mccool #james maguire #michelle mallon #claire devlin #sister michael #mother mary #aunt sarah #sarah mccool #erin quinn #mary quinn #nicola coughlan #jenny joyce #saoirse monica jackson #louisa harland #jamie lee o'donnell #dylan llewellyn #siobhan mcsweeney

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theawkwardterrier · 9 days

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Wednesday 100: Circles of Care

Each time Brianna wails, it pounds harder through Claire's head. She almost wishes that Frank, soundly asleep, would come soothe the baby, weighted as that would be with judgment.

Instead she imagines, as she often has, a hand on her shoulder. For once, though, it isn’t Jamie's.

Ye ken that bairns sometimes just cry, even as we do our best, says Jenny's voice. Claire thinks of the Clearances, of Jenny struggling to keep her children alive, and Fergus too.

"I know you would have tried your best too," she whispers, hoping some part of her sister hears and finds peace.

#Wednesday100 #Outlander #Claire Fraser #Jenny Fraser Murray

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dirk-menace · 1 year

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thought about fully rendering this before but gonna post it like this

The Time Child timeline hopped to hang out with like the only other sane kid out there but his mood is still not in the best place

( Jenny draws him and talks about him to her parents and they think he's her imaginary friend thank you very much )

the gay divorced objects drama is still strong as shit and polycules don't exist until I post all my funny memes

#dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #dhmis time child #dhmis jenny #dhmis tony the talking clock #dhmis colin the computer #dhmis coffin #Yellow guy and Claire are concerned about how one of their daughter's imaginary friend's defining traits #is ''his parents are getting a divorce:(''#its that classical girl and her magical creature stories #OOH maybe they watch walking with dinosaurs together.... OR BARBIE MOVIES!!#I'm having way too much fun with this idea #imagine the brother n sister dynamic UGH

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c-kiddo · 3 months

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it may be freak behaviour (yay) but i love when i read a book and there's some folkloric mythological sex scene with a character and something like a gigantic owl or a man who's a fox or northern lights and then it makes strange babies too . i love these things happening and not being acknowledged as strange because rly its symbolic in a way but in general i just love strangeness treated matter of factly

#kiddo say #referencing books such as Split Tooth by Tanya Tagaq (just finished this today! loved it) and Chouette by Claire Oshetsk #(i like split tooth more and chouette has some odd vibes symbolism wise but its also a level of oddness that i like)#same with like paradise rot by jenny hval #i think its an ok book but i like the weirdness #una ava is this kind of vibes by the way .

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aroaceinaerospace · 4 months

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since it's the start of a new year and I'm a bookworm, I figured I'd share some of the aspec books I read in 2023. I've added any of the big content warnings I can think of as well as a link to the books on storygraph where there are more in depth content warnings.

Fiction:

Wren Martin Ruins It All by Amanda DeWitt follows the titular character Wren Martin during senior year of high school as he becomes student council president and fights his vice president to try and get the school's Valentine's Day dance shut down. Wren is very much an externally grumpy person who becomes much more loveable as you get to know him and see the reasoning behind his grumpiness. Rep includes asexual main character and an aromantic side character, and note this book is a romance.

Is Love The Answer by Uta Isaki is a coming of age manga following Chika as she tries to find the answer to who she is and explores her identity. This book is full of aro and ace rep with different life experiences. CW for aphobia and attempted SA.

Just Lizzie by Karen Wilfred is a middle grade book following Lizzie in how a science class assignment helped lead her to an understanding of her asexuality. At the same time, Lizzie is having to adjust to a new home and changes in what was once familiar and safe. CW for aphobia, harassment.

Non-fiction:

*note: these books cover some triggering topics in different parts of them, including racism, SA, aphobia, and more

Ace and Aro Journeys by The Ace and Aro Advocacy Project (TAAAP) is a really great overview of aspec identities, it gives more time to aro identities than a lot of other books, and provides quotes and information from people on various parts of the spectrums. This book brings in some intersectionality, though it is more broad than a deep dive.

Refusing Compulsory Sexuality by Sherronda J. Brown, which has been my favorite read. This book is fantastic if you're ready for a deep dive into intersectionality and some deeper history on asexuality. This book, despite being very short, is a much heavier read content-wise, but it is very thought provoking and will stick with you. Each chapter gives you content warnings up front for the materials that will be addressed in the chapter. Personally, this book has been my favorite book on the subject and I intend on reading it many more times to capture more of the nuance.

#aro #ace #aromantic #asexual #aroace #aspec #if you have any recommendations pleaaaaase let me know #i have also read ace by Angela chen; lets talk about love by claire kann; loveless by alice oseman; every heart a doorway by seanan mcguire #gender queer by maia kobabe; the murderbot diaries (some people count it idk that i do); aces wild by amanda dewitt #paper planes by jennie wood; sounds fake but okay; the charm offensive and kiss her once for me by alison cochrun #i am ace by cody Daigle-Orians; elatsoe by darcie little badger; a quick & easy guide to asexuality; and ace notes by Michele Kirichanskaya #i currently have ace voices and being ace on my tbr for this year but am always open to suggestions

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adsosfraser · 7 months

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Chapter Twenty-Three

“I have recently been informed that this property harbours a fugitive.” The wiry man quickly stepped past the door with confidence, and without invitation.

“Well I’m sorry to inform you I’ve not heard such news myself. I’ll be sure to send for you right away. Wouldna want such a dangerous presence near Lallybroch.”

“Then you surely won’t mind if I make an attempt to ascertain the validity of your statement, Miss Fraser.” He looked down at her stomach in disgust. So her destiny had always been to become a whore, he had just spurred her closer towards it.

“Not at all. But we’ve nowhere for you to stay on such short notice.”

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#the sassenach faerie #outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #adsofraser writing #black jack randall #jenny murray #jamie and claire #canon divergence #faerie claire #outlander fanfiction

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dianaforever · 4 months

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Murtagh Fraser, Jenny Fraser, Ian Murray, Quentin Beauchamp, Brian Fraser, Jonathan "Black Jack" Randall Additional Tags: Some Violence, Falling In Love, Making Love Summary:

We begin in 1743 Scotland. Gypsies have kidnapped Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp and her uncle Lambert Beauchamp. She is forced to wear trews and perform bawdy songs in villages to gain her uncle’s freedom. Jamie has just returned from France. He and Murtagh are on their way to Lallybroch after receiving a pardon. They stopped in a village to eat at a pub when Jamie heard a unique voice ringing true and clear. He walks to the area where everyone is clapping and yelling for the Sassenach.

#outlander #outlander fanfic #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #jenny murray #claire x jamie #jamie and claire #fanfiction #dougal mackenzie

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frasers-of-my-heart · 11 months

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I’ve got a new canon compliant one shot to share today! I wanted more for and from the Claire/Jenny scene in First Wife so I made it myself 😊 with some other added relationship dynamics as well ❤️

Wounds Left Untreated Cannot Heal

I had spent the day tending to Jamie after Laoghaire’s attack and hearing his side of how they had come together (and apart). I hadn’t forgiven him, but I understood at least to some degree why he had done what he had— the drive to be whole in the wake of losing everything was a feeling I knew all too well. Now, it was time to tend to Jenny. We sat in the kailyard, avoiding each other’s line of sight and waiting for the other to speak first. Jenny sending for Laoghaire to come and find us was still weighing on my heart. Did she care so little for me now? Had she been satisfied to shame and humiliate me? So, here we sat– hurt from the night before and from the last twenty years. I supposed I would have to go first, knowing the woman I’d once called sister…

“Jenny,” I started with a catch in my voice.

“He wasn’t whole when he came home from Culloden.” Jenny sounded cold and far away, but there was something reaching out toward the space between us. I stayed quiet and let her settle into what she was trying to share with me. “His body was there, but his soul… it was… wi’ you I suppose. Wherever that was. Thank God his leg had been slashed apart or he’d have run away from me and gone to join ye. As it was, I had the stronger arm and will of the twa of us. And I wielded it. I’m no healer like you, but I managed it fine enough. He still has the leg, does he no?”

“He does.” I answered matter of factly, having heard from Jamie a few days ago her exact means of keeping it. “You did well, Jenny.” I held back my prior judgment on her methodology.

“Fergus sat with him day and night. Asked what had happened to ye. But Jamie wouldna say a word. About Culloden, you, anything. He only laid there til it was time to force down the tea or broth I’d bring him. He didnae even cry.” Jenny continued to stare straight into the yard, not meeting my eyes. “Eventually, I set Fergus back to his chores. Told him only he could do this or that the right way and to go show Wee Jamie how he did it. I didna want him seeing the only parent he had left that way. Jamie had nothing to give him then.”

Jamie had clearly held back what he had shared with me over the past few days, just as I had. Even last night, when anger had knocked down the walls we’d carefully kept up to protect each other from the harder truths of our time apart, he had kept these details to himself. He was always better at that than me— controlling what he allowed to be revealed. “I didn’t want to leave them. Jamie, Fergus, you. Any of you.” I’m sure she heard me, but she wasn’t ready to be interrupted yet.

“As soon as he was able, he left the house for the cave. Fergus would go out to visit him sometimes or wait for him to come back to Lallybroch from a hunt. I didnae go to the cave m’self. I couldna bare to see it. See him. There. Livin’ like an animal in the woods, nary a voice left in him. The bairns would share stories from what Fergus told ‘em, about Red Jamie turned into the Dunbonnet. He was their hero. But my brother was gone. The Redcoats would come prodding about every couple o’ months, harassing the tenants and taking Ian wi’ ‘em. One day Fergus got it in his heid to harass them back. He led them through a false path, away from home and away from Jamie. They caught on and he teased ‘em, the damned fool. That’s when he lost his hand, ye ken.”

“Fergus told me he had lost it fighting them, but not the exact details.”

“Aye. Jamie couldnae do anythin’ to stop it. That was the first time in all those years that I saw him cry. He still hasna forgiven himself for it.”

“Of course not. Neither have I.” I said the words before I really knew what I was saying. Was I admitting that I didn’t forgive myself either? That I didn’t forgive Jamie for Fergus? For sending me and Brianna away? There was so much that had happened twenty years ago; and in the time since, for all of us. I had had some of it out with Jamie already, but I hadn’t really had the chance to sit with it all quite yet and I couldn’t deny the bitterness that lingered.

“Nor have I.” Jenny replied and the same questions remained of her sentiment as I was asking myself. “That’s when he decided he’d have me turn him in. Said that prison would be no worse than the one he was already in and that we’d all be safer, better off. When he walked into the yard, I could finally see him again. My bráthair. He’d been gone for so long, and he’d come back just long enough to leave me again. They dragged him out to the wagon and I didna ken if or when I’d see him again. I yelled after him that I’d never forgive him. Part of me was putting on the show he said I should, but I also meant every word.”

I sat still, waiting for Jenny to look at me. She finally did and I saw the tears building up in her eyes. She was trying to hold them back, but even she had a limit to the strength of the dam she could put up. And it was cracking. I met her gaze and they started to fall.

“I’m angry too, Jenny. I didn’t want to go. He made me…” How could I finish that thought? I couldn’t tell Jenny everything. Jamie made it clear he didn’t think she could handle the truth. But I needed to make things right between us. As right as they could be,at least. She had bared her anger and truth to me and I owed her the same, however I could manage it. Jamie and I had promised each other we could have secrets, but not lies. Even if I hadn’t made the same vow to Jenny, I felt I owed it to her in some form as well. “He made me tell him goodbye. He didn’t intend to make it back from the battlefield, but he wouldn’t let me follow him. I would have died with him there. But you know your brother.”

“Aye, I do.”

“I couldn’t come back here and endanger your family either. So, he sent me away. And there wasn’t a day that I didn’t think about him and love him in these past twenty years. I missed all of you, terribly. And there was hardly a day that I wasn’t angry at him either. I still am. But I knew he did it to give me a life, one I hadn’t particularly wanted, but I figured I owed it to him to try…” Of course, I couldn’t tell her about Bree. There’d be no way to explain it without the full truth. But having Bree made it easier for me to forgive Jamie, at least for sending me back through the stones. I lived each day of those first months for the promise I had made him to go on, then for her once she had arrived, until one day I found I could finally go on for myself too. I stopped seeing him in every little thing she did and she became her own person, whom I loved just for her. But sometimes, like when I caught her smiling in her sleep just like he did, the grief would sneak back in and hold on tighter until I thought I might burst, but I was grateful even for that. Feeling the grief meant he was still with me. Now, though, Jamie and I were where we never thought we’d be until our times on Earth were done— back with each other. And there were casualties. Bree was the first and foremost thought for me when I decided to come back to Jamie. But Jenny and Ian’s family, Fergus, and (even as much as I hated to admit it) Laoghaire and her children were among those too.

“So,” Jenny started again, “we’re both mad at Jamie then.” I saw the corner of her mouth turn up the slightest bit and the cat-like lids of her Fraser eyes pulled together, creasing at the sides.

“And each other...” I smirked back. “But we’ve made it through both those things before.” I reached for her hand and she didn’t pull it away.

“I had a vision of ye once, ye ken. On the day Jamie and Laoghaire got married. Ye were standing right there on the altar betwixt them. I thought you’d come to haunt me for it… I asked yer forgiveness then. I just wanted him to have a life again. A family. To be alive.”

“I understand, Jenny. I had to make a life for myself too and it wasn’t easy. I can’t take back these twenty years, none of us can. But I came back as soon as I knew where he was. I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere. He’s my husband and you are all my family.”

“You were a sister to me.” She looked briefly at me and then away again.

“I loved you too, Jenny. Still do.” We sat there for a time in a silence that wasn’t necessarily comfortable, but that held a gentler ease, until Jenny stood, brushed her skirts, and declared “alright, then.” I followed suit and we both went inside. She went to the kitchen and I went to see Jamie where I’d left him on the chaise by the hearth.

Jamie lifted his head and flinched a bit as he adjusted himself to see me. “Ye both made it through alive then, Sassenach?”

“Yes, we did. We found some common ground.”

“Did ye then?”

I went to the table to fill his tea and pour myself a whisky. I glanced over my shoulder at him as I did, “Being angry at you.”

“Och, suppose I had that coming. Still, glad I could help,” he smirked at me.

“She told me things you’d left out these past few days. About what it was like when you came back to Lallybroch after Culloden.”

“I dinna like to think of that time, let alone speak of it. I told ye the gist of it well enough.”

“Your sister painted a more vivid picture.” I sat down beside him, felt his forehead, and ran my hand down the side of his cheek to his chin and stroked his stubble with my thumb. “I’m sorry, Jamie.”

“As am I, Sassenach—“

“No more lies. No more secrets. Not between us, not anymore. We’ve both lived a half life, or several of them,” I smiled softly at my husband who I had heard called by many names since I’d come back, “and if we expect to be what we’ve always been, then we have to trust each other with every part of those lives.”

“As ye say, mo nighean donn. Do ye forgive me then?”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? But, I’m working on it.” I kissed him gently. “Your sister may need a bit more convincing, though.”

“Aye, weel that goes both ways, but I’ll worry about that in a bit…” He lifted his good arm and ran his fingers through the curls starting to fall down around my ear and I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. I’d never known another man who could be both so fierce and tender at the same time. Only Jamie.

“Jamie, I need to ask you something.” He nodded for me to continue. “Jenny told me how hard it was for Fergus, after…” I paused and swallowed—every time I had had to say the word Culloden, I could feel the bile rise in my throat. Jamie could see it plainly on my face and made it clear I didn’t need to say it now. “Do you think he can ever forgive me? For leaving him behind? For not being here for either of you?” I started to cry and Jamie wrapped his arm around me. I settled into my place in the crook of his neck and let my tears fall on his shoulder.

“Dinna fash, Sassenach,” he stroked soothingly up and down my back. “Ne’er in twenty years has he spoken an unkind word about ye and he willna now.”

“That was before. He thought I’d died, Jamie! Now, he thinks I just left! Everyone does.” I could feel the heat creeping up all around my face as every emotion I felt mixed together and revealed themselves.

“Shh…” he continued his gentle ministrations. “I left him too, mo ghraidh, and worse.”

“Jenny told me what happened to his hand.”

“Aye. Do ye hate me for it?”

I pulled back to look straight into his azure eyes so that he’d know I meant what I was saying— “Of course not.” I’d resolved my feelings on that part at least. “You may all be dead if you’d tried to stop them.” I kissed him in an ardent demonstration of my appreciation that he and Fergus were still here.

“I couldna be there for him and then the only way I could was by leaving. He doesna seem to hate me for it and he willna hate ye either. Fergus kens yer heart, Claire, even if he doesna ken the whole story.”

“I hope you’re right.” We bent our foreheads towards one another until we met in the middle, taking comfort in one another’s touch and gaze. He took my hand and held it to his chest between us as I brushed my nose against his and thought about how familiar he still felt to me. He was still my Jamie and I was still his. Whatever else may come, that truth remained blessedly unchanged.

#jamie fraser #outlander #claire fraser #jamie x claire #fergus fraser #jenny murray #my fic

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