#dis you not read the Bible? why you mad ay me for eating all the time

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@oceanlaceagate

Well ok you asked for explaining so I'm so sorry about the rant that's bound to happen I have beef with this woman like many many MANY homeschool co-op mothers I would like to meet her IN THE PIT

uh I guess trigger warning possibly would be like food diets and possibly eating disorders I'm not sure but I would rather be safe then accidentally harm you friend?

my mother was a crunchy homeschool nutter and her entire social group was crazy homeschool mom cultists.They were all obsessed with clean godly eating and losing weight they constantly kept repeating that they needed to treat their bodies like temples and it really wasn't healthy or good for so many reasons.

well one of the women in that group for as long as i can remember (I've know this lady since I was a lil kid) she believes it's impossible for European women to get fat because of *spins the wheel*

She just has some fucked up made up facts about Europe in general like WARNING SHE'S ACTUALLY ON PURPOSE STUPID

like she has for as long as I can remember believed with E V E R Y FIBER in her body (i have argued so much with her she will not budge in her world this is fact) no one once they hit preteens in france eats bread.

France home of the croissant, baguette and many other carbs bready bakery wonders...

Yeah no one there eats bread that is why French women are so thin and healthy they don't eat bread or any kind of sweets! (She and my mom then tried to make me do that for a bit they were always "suggesting" diets on me it sucked in expecting the thm diet and the melted butter+coffee+ apple cider vinegar diet to have fucked up my body somehow)

Apartly in her world no one in Ireland uses any kind of fat when I asked her to explain wtf that meant she said no one in Ireland uses oil or butter which like..

No that makes no sense where did she even come up with that?!I

Once I took a picture of like some fancy imported butter from Ireland at the store to show her and she and the other moms all straight up walked away and would not look at it. They would not talk to me kept actually doin the "talk to the hand" thing and covering their ears and telling me I'm wrong and stupid and to shut up they will not look at the evidence.

This woman is in her late forties to early fifties she has convinced half the homeschool mother cult that no one in France eats bread with no evidence other then she said so!!!!!

They honest to God believe it also!!!!

Recently she was trying to tell me that no one in the UK eats chicken that it's "looked down on as a disgusting poor man's food" she just went on n on on this long crazy rant that made no sense at all but she acted like she was very intelligent and cultured for knowing this.

My best friend and wife is from the UK and frankly i quickly asked them and they were able to point out this lady is just batshit insane.

Like my wife mentioned there's Nandos everywhere in the UK and that serves chicken mainly I have no clue where she's getting her info or ideas.

She got super angry amd defensive and has gone off saying she has two sources "two very reliable very real and very British people who totally aren't made up there her real Facebook friends that told her yup no one in the uk eats chicken only the USA makes fried chicken poor England is missing out on chicken because they're a bunch of snobs who think it's poor people food" so that's what she believes despite a lot of common sense and evidence to prove otherwise but "how dare I question an elder?!'

I really can't explain it like there's no logic or facts in it I myself don't understand it? I have gotten into many fights with this women.

So many fight

so so so many fights

Stupid amounts of fights

not just over this but like over everything under the sun I swear this woman is living a different reality then everyone else.

she just makes stuff up on a fly and then somehow convinces herself and like a dozen other women in they're 40s-50s that everyone in Europe is significantly skinner because they just happen to not eat the food that one lady dislikes...

like I can't really explain more then that this woman has no evidence, refuses to listen to evidence and has the firmest faith in stupidity I've ever seen it's truly kinda terrifying i wish i had her self confidence but also just wow....

I don't think that she's normal I think a lot of American children do actually learn about other countries? I learned about other countries when I was really young my mom would focus on one a month and then I'd have to do a lil presentation at the end of the month in front of my grandad and we'd cook a meal with some traditional foods from there if possible I had a lot of fun learning recipes from all over the world and we'd get a monthly cd with music from all over the world it was so cool! one of my favorite games when I was little with my grandad was he'd spin the globe point at random n then i had to say thw county, the capital, a famous food item from there and one history fact is famous person if I knew one and it was SO MUCH FUN!!!

maybe it's a new homeschool thing or a church thing or maybe this lady is just straight up purposely stupid I'm not sure? I have no fuckin clue this woman is insane I avoid her every chance I can.

#rants #ignore me I'm stupid #just yeah #she was one of my mom's bffs and lord she made life hell #Narnia a book written by a Catholic man with DJ much religious imagery and symbolism in every single book in the book series #and progressively gets more n more christan the further into the series you get #was evil and satanic #she yelled at me for liking old yeller #she was CRAZY #but the scary thing is she got a lot of women believing her every word especially European diet shit it was CRAZY #only Americans have addresses no one else dose i guess according to her she got my grandma to believe that for a bit until i pointed out #THE MILLIONS OF BOOKS WRITTEN BY A BILLION AUTHORS ALL OVER THE WORLD THAT MENTION ATREET NAMES AND ADDRESSES #LIKE EXAMPLES PRIDE N PREJUDICE AND SHERLOCK HOLMES HABE ADDRESSES MENTIONED #JUST TWO BOOKS NOT WRITTEN BY AMERICAN OR RECENT WITH ADDRESSES #that got my gran to think a bit but that lady thinks they must have been influenced by Americans aomehow shes SO STUPID IT FILLS ME W RAGE #her daughter told me jesus didn't eat seafood and seafood was unbibical #i.... I do not understand #like do you know where jesus lived do you know what some of his friend's jobs was or like the sermon on the Mount #dis you not read the Bible? why you mad ay me for eating all the time #now that i think of it a lot of times her crazy food things tend to be things i was currently eating kr talking about that i enjoyed eating #huh #weirdo lady #she yelled at me for eating two Oreos once #like yeah i wasn't being greedy but yeah she really got mad over that #now that my mom's passed she texts me randomly because she misses my mom n i think she wants me to fill the void i feel kinda bad for her #but i can't #i can't be her friend not after the shit she influenced my mom too be so cruel to me in the name of God growing up #i will not be her friend #that and she's stupid ofcorse people eat chicken bread and butter that's kinda the most basic human foods i feel like #EVERYBODY HAS BREAD EVERYWHERE BREAD IS THE MOST HUMAN THING

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Part 1, Part 2

Witches - Part 3

by @whiskynottea

Claire woke at the scent of flesh burning. Not her flesh, though. Delicious, roasted, animal flesh. She opened her eyes and saw Jenny sitting next to the fire, Ceana silently crying on the other side.

“Good morning, Milady,” her friend teased her.

“How long was I sleeping?” Claire asked, trying to suppress a yawn.

“Long enough. Ye were exhausted, Claire.” Jenny’s eyes were tired and looked at Claire concerned, the frown on her face questioning Claire’s current condition. “Ye don’t remember waking up to walk up here?”

Claire shook her head. The last thing she remembered was crashing onto the hard surface covering the road. Tarmac. And then Raymond’s voice, calling her to fly.

“Well, twasna far from where ye were hidden. Just a few steps, really. Tis much safer here, though. Away from the road.”

“Jenny.” Claire cleared her throat. “Where are we?”

“In Scotland.” Jenny gestured to the heather next to her, a munro in the distance. “The question is, when are we. Ye did it again, that thing ye told me ye did once in France. Ye took us all away.” Jenny moved to Claire and pulled her into a tight embrace. “Ye saved us, Claire,” she said, smiling, then stood abruptly and walked back to the fire, checking on the spit rabbit over the fire.

Claire touched the stone of her necklace and swallowed hard at the memory of the redcoats shouting “Witches!” as the three of them disappeared. Looking around, she realized she had landed in the same place she had when she’d traveled from France, where Raymond had landed a few moments after her, looking fresh as a daisy, as she vomited, certain she’d die at any moment.

“It’ll get easier. The more you travel, the easier it becomes, Madonna,” he’d said.

He was right, it had been easier this time. No retching, just fatigue. Claire looked around her, realizing that she knew the place. She could hear the strange noise the cars were making, and she could see the electricity pylons.

1945. They were safe here.

Raymond had taken her to Inverness before, and showed her what she was supposed to do when she’d land there again.

“It’s your place,” Raymond had said. “Each one of us has a place of his own, that’s the easiest to travel to. With experience, you’ll be able to go everywhere. But for now, surprisingly, your place is in Scotland. Close to Craigh na Dun.”

The first time she’d seen Inverness of her time, in 1739, Claire couldn’t believe in her eyes. She had known that place, only she’d known it two hundred years ahead.

Claire was there again, and everything around her was the same. But she couldn’t walk to Inverness this time. She wasn’t alone anymore; she had Jenny and Ceana with her. Raymond had advised Claire to stay in whatever time was safer, but she couldn’t force Jenny and Ceana stay in the future with her. No, she couldn’t ask that of them. But she couldn’t send them back alone, nor did she want to. She had to help, to go where she was needed.

They had to go back. As soon as possible. Brian would go mad with worry if they didn’t appear at Lallybroch soon.

Claire looked up to see Jenny carefully studying her. “Aye,” she said, reading Claire’s face.

“We’re going back.”

Claire nodded, biting her lip hard.

“What’s happening?” Ceana whimpered, drawing the attention of the two older women.

“Nothing is happening, a nighean,” Jenny said in a soothing voice. “We’re all safe and well. Claire, I did the best I could, but can ye give her a hand?”

Claire laughed at her friend’s pun, and stood up, gathering all her strength to help Ceana. She had bruises upon bruises on her body, and her eyes were lost, feverish. Claire gently sat next to her, so as not to alarm the girl, and held Ceana’s wrist between her fingers, setting her other hand on the girl’s neck. Blue light emanated from Claire’s fingers, slowly seeping into Ceana’s body, until a healthy rose color came to settle upon her cheeks and her eyes focused on her surroundings.  

“Are ye witches?” the girl asked, her eyes looking at each of them just for a moment before returning to the fire, flitting between fear and curiosity. “Faeries?” she whispered.

“We’re rather big to be faeries, are we no’?” Jenny smirked.

“Well…” Claire smiled in response. “You’re not that tall, to be honest.”

Jenny threw a stick at her, which lodged in Claire’s curls. She huffed and narrowed her eyes to her friend, then tried to remove it, while Jenny kneeled next to the frightened girl.

“Are ye afraid of us?” she asked in a low voice.

“I… I don’t know.” Jenny didn’t speak, giving Ceana more time. “No, it’s not ye that scare me,” she finally said.

“Then who?”

“Those men. Captain – ” She stopped and pressed her lips together, unable to even say his name.

“Tis all good now,” Jenny said, took her in her arms and started rocking her as if she was a wee bairn. “We’re not leaving ye alone.”

Ceana seemed to calm down, and Claire took the chance to ask her more about her behavior before their escape. “Why didn’t you want to leave Fort William?”

“Alex, they’ve got him there,” she said, setting her jaw. It was a strength she hadn’t shown before, but Claire recognized the same determination they’d seen when they tried to get her out of the fort.

“Who’s Alex?” Jenny asked, and Claire could see her lips curling up in a smile.

“He’s… Tis no’ official… But he loves me.”

“And you love him back,” Claire continued, squeezing the girl’s arm in solidarity.

“Aye,” Ceana said, her face brightening up with an unexpected smile. “I love him. We had planned to handfast, before they came to take him. At his very own home.” New shadows descended on her face, and the conversation stopped before she would start crying again.

The rabbit was almost ready, and Jenny took it away from the fire, leaving it on the side to cool. Jenny, who had carried Claire and Ceana to a safe place in the woods and built a fire to keep them warm. Who had found the water stream nearby and had torn her shift to make a rag she could use as a compress on Ceana’s forehead when she was burning up with fever, praying all the while that Claire would wake up to heal the girl. Jenny, who had been the girl raised alongside two boys and had set traps as Ian and Jamie had shown her, because she knew they would need to eat sooner or later. Jenny, who had slept less than two hours, making sure no one from that time would find them.

They ate in silence, and a king’s meal would look worse than that rabbit in their eyes. Afterwards, Claire foraged for herbs and greens, and they chewed them unhappily, especially Ceana who couldn’t understand why two witches would eat such tasteless things.

Finally, Claire prodded Ceana to talk to them about Alex and the reason she found herself at Fort William.

The first time, she had gone to the fort just to see him, to make sure he was fine. They hadn’t let her in. The second time she had gone there with Alex’s mother. Captain Randall accepted them in his office and informed them that Alex was doing alright, but they had no right to see him. Alex’s mother had been shouting that she had every right to see her own son, but Captain Randall had only smiled. A cold smile, that had made Ceana shiver. Randall had arrested Alex for cattle lifting, but Ceana swore that it was all a lie. The third time, she went alone. She had snuck into the cells and had found Alex beaten, his eyes unfocused, looking past her. She had given him his bible, and a bit of bread and cheese before she left, her heart sinking in her stomach. The next day Randall attacked her house and had taken her away from her family.

“Da died three years ago. Ague and fever, same as Alex’s father,” Ceana said, her voice rough. “Twas only myself, my Ma and my sister at home. I dinna ken where they are now.”

“They fled from yer house. They’re safe, living with your aunt.” Jenny answered the question Ceana was afraid to ask. Claire looked at her with a questioning look and Jenny nodded, serious.

She spoke the truth.

“Can ye save him?” Ceana asked at last. “His sentence is in two weeks,” she added, shaking at the thought of losing him.

“We have to save him before that,” Jenny said and looked at Claire in a way that said she knew more than the girl.

“Okay, then. We have to go back. Tonight.” Claire took a deep breath, stood, and began pacing back and forth, thinking. “We have to go back to Lallybroch first. We need a plan.”

“Aye, we do. And we need to tell Da we’re fine.”

“Are you sisters?” Ceana asked, surprised. “Ye dinna sound Scottish,” she said to Claire, almost accusatory.

“Aye,” Jenny chucked. “We’re sisters, but an unconventional type of sisters.” She winked at Claire and stood up, heading for the stream. “Oh, Claire!” she said before disappearing behind the trees, “My brother has come back!”

Claire looked at her getting lost the darkness, wondering how exactly this was relevant.

Part 4

#outlander fanfiction #otheroutlandertales #mod whisky #ch: Claire #ch: Jenny #canon AU #Witches #oot #*