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Day 3 - 01x03 “The Way Out”

The 16 Days of Outlander continues…

My favorite Jamie/Claire moment in this episode isn’t one of the obvious ones (surgery smolder scene, lily of the valley, hand-holding, etc.) - but it’s equally important in representing a major step forward in their relationship.

This scene - towards the end of the episode, after the Cranesmuir incident:

It’s such a quiet moment, after the main story arc of the episode (the Black Kirk) has ended. It’s a character development scene - showing how Jamie and Claire’s relationship deepens - something which Anne Kenney is a master at.

I enjoy this scene precisely because it’s quiet. Jamie and Claire have just shared an interesting experience - the first time that we truly see them working as a team. Based on their conversation, some time has passed - or enough time for Mrs. Fitz to have told Jamie that she considers Claire to be a “miracle worker.” Claire has *nobody* else to discuss her feelings and frustrations with, other than Jamie; she doesn’t dare tell anyone else, “I’ll never get out of here,” and she just knows that Jamie will understand. Jamie is clearly more than happy to just listen to her, support her, be there for her. He loves her so much already - but Claire doesn’t - or won’t - see it.

What intrigues me about this scene is what we *don’t* see - what was Claire’s thought process in seeking Jamie out? How did she approach him? What else did they talk about? Has she been seeking him out every day since the Cranesmuir incident? Do they only see each other at the stables? Does anyone else know they’re spending so much time together?

This small scene speaks volumes about the trust and honesty they already have with each other. About the intimacy that they’re already building. And about how they both provide - and expect - support for and from each other. It’s so important to show how Jamie and Claire are friends, first and foremost - because this friendship is the core of their marriage, and explains why and how they just *enjoy* being around each other, and why they can talk about anything and everything. Something we see over and over throughout the Books.

#outlander

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Hi - could I please request a mood board of Jamie and Claire enjoying domestic life at the Big House on Fraser’s Ridge? I always loved those happy moments in the books. Wish there were more in the series.

Thank you! ❤️

It was so good to get back to Jamie and Claire, especially when they are together and happy. <3 Thanks so much for requesting. I hope you like this!

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This is why people touch. Sometimes words are just not enough.

Nicola Yoon. Everything, Everything

#beautiful

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“You thought you were dying when we brought you up here, didn’t you?” I asked. My voice sounded more bewildered than accusing. It took him a moment to answer, though he didn’t look hesitant. It was more as though he was looking for the proper words. “Well, I didna ken for sure, no,” he said slowly. “Though I did feel verra ill.” His eyes closed, slowly, as though he were too tired to keep them open. “I still do,” he added, in a detached sort of voice.

“Ye needna worry, though—I’ve made my choice.”

“What on earth do you mean by that?” I groped beneath the covers, and found his wrist. He was warm; hot again, in fact, and with a pulse that was too fast, too shallow. Still, it was so different from the deathly chill I had felt in him the night before that my first reaction was relief. He took a couple of deep breaths, then turned his head and opened his eyes to look at me. “I mean I could have died last night.” He could, certainly—and yet that wasn’t what he meant. He made it sound like a conscious— “What do you mean you’ve made your choice? You’ve decided not to die, after all?” I tried to speak lightly, but it wasn’t working very well. I remembered all too well that odd sense of timeless stillness that had surrounded us. “It was verra strange,” he said. “And yet it wasna strange at all.” He sounded faintly surprised.

“I think,” I said carefully, keeping a thumb on his pulse, “you’d better tell me just what happened.” He actually smiled at that, though the smile was more in his eyes than his lips. Those were dry, and painfully cracked in the corners. I touched his lips with a finger, wanting to go and fetch some soothing ointment for him, some water, some tea—but I put aside the impulse, steeling myself to stay and hear. “I dinna really know, Sassenach—or rather, I do, but I canna think quite how to say it.” He still looked tired, but his eyes stayed open. They lingered on my face, a vivid blue in the morning light, with an expression almost of curiosity, as though he hadn’t seen me before.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, softly. “So verra beautiful, mo chridhe.”

My hands were covered with fading blue blotches and overlooked smears of buffalo blood, I could feel my hair clinging in unwashed tangles to my neck, and I could smell everything from the stale-urine odor of dye to the reek of fear-sweat on my body. And yet whatever he saw lit his face as though he were looking at the full moon on a summer night, pure and lovely. His eyes stayed fixed on my face as he talked, absorbed, moving slightly as they seemed to trace my features. “I felt verra badly indeed when Arch and Roger Mac brought me up,” he said. “Terribly sick, and my leg and my head both throbbing with each heartbeat, so much that I began to dread the next. And so I would listen to the spaces between. Ye wouldna think it,” he said, sounded vaguely surprised, “but there is a great deal of time between the beats of a heart.” He had, he said, begun to hope, in those spaces, that the next beat would not come. And slowly, he realized that his heart was indeed slowing—and that the pain was growing remote, something separate from himself. His skin had grown colder, the fever fading from both body and mind, leaving the latter oddly clear. “And this is where I canna really say, Sassenach.” He pulled his wrist from my grip in the intensity of his story, and curled his fingers over mine. “But I . . . saw.” “Saw what?” And yet I already knew that he couldn’t tell me. Like any doctor, I had seen sick people make up their minds to die—and I knew that look they sometimes had; eyes wide-fixed on something in the distance. He hesitated, struggling to find words. I thought of something, and jumped in to try to help. “There was an elderly woman,” I said. “She died in the hospital where I was on staff—all her grown children with her, it was very peaceful.” I looked down, my own eyes fixed on his fingers, still red and slightly swollen, interlaced with my own stained and bloody digits. “She died—she was dead, I could see her pulse had stopped, she wasn’t breathing. All her children were by her bedside, weeping. And then, quite suddenly, her eyes opened. She wasn’t looking at any of them, but she was seeing something. And she said, quite clearly, ‘Oooh!’ Just like that—thrilled, like a little girl who’s just seen something wonderful. And then she closed her eyes again.” I looked up at him, blinking back tears. “Was it—like that?” He nodded, speechless, and his hand tightened on mine. “Something like,” he said, very softly. He had felt oddly suspended, in a place he could by no means describe, feeling completely at peace—and seeing very clearly. “It was as if there was a—it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind—before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to,” he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward—or turn back. “And that’s when you asked me to touch you?” “I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back,” he said simply. “I didna have the strength, myself.” There was a huge lump in my throat; I couldn’t speak, but squeezed his hand very tight. “Why?” I asked at last. “Why did you . . . choose to stay?” My throat was still tight, and my voice was hoarse. He heard it, and his hand tightened on mine; a ghost of his usual firm grip, and yet with the memory of strength within it. “Because ye need me,” he said, very softly. “Not because you love me?” He looked up then, with a shadow of a smile.

“Sassenach . . . I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead—or you—whether we are together or apart. You know it is true,” he said quietly, and touched my face. “I know it of you, and ye know it of me as well.”

He bent his head then, the bright hair swinging down across his cheek. “I didna mean only you, Sassenach. I have work still to do. I thought—for a bit—that perhaps it wasna so; that ye all might manage, with Roger Mac and auld Arch, Joseph and the Beardsleys. But there is war coming, and—for my sins—” he grimaced slightly, “I am a chief.” He shook his head slightly, in resignation. “God has made me what I am. He has given me the duty—and I must do it, whatever the cost.”

“The cost,” I echoed uneasily, hearing something harsher than resignation in his voice. He looked at me, then glanced, almost off-handed, toward the foot of the bed. “My leg’s no much worse,” he said, matter-of-factly, “but it’s no better. I think ye’ll have to take it off.”

The fiery cross

#outlander #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander book #the fiery cross

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To a lady of grace, a woman of strength, and a bride of astonishing beauty.

My wife, Claire Fraser.

Outlander 1x07 the wedding

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Fan’s Choice Outlander Challenge: Day 24 Highlands on Horseback or Sailing the Caribbean

It would be a dream come true.

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Forget-me-nots

#forget me not

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spring…almost here. :-D

#outlander #spring

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“She just turns his world upside-down, and every time he looks at her I think Jamie sees his own demise.”

“He would do anything for her, he would die for her and I think that’s what’s important.” 

-Sam Heughan about Jaime Fraser 2019

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there's a murder of crows in the low light off boston, and i see your face in each one

#wow

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Having a mental breakdown, there’s a first law of thermodynamics moment in Outlander too

#my favorite #thermodynamics #outlander

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Sam Heughan as Jamie Fraser in Outlander s4 (x9)

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“Absence. Absence, hear thou my protestation against thy strength, distance, and length. Do what thou canst for alteration… For hearts for truest mettle. Absence doth still and time doth settle.”

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Beautifully done.

What if...?

Y que hubiese pasado si las cosas se daban de otra manera...

La pequeña Faith nace en Francia...

Jamie puede cruzar las piedras, no se queda a luchar en Culloden y se va con Claire embarazada y la pequeña Faith al futuro, Inverness finales de los años 40

Entonces Jamie es el feliz y orgulloso padres de Daithby Brianna Fraser y las cría en un futuro que nunca creyó posible.

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@USERGIF NEW YEAR, NEW FONTS • day 4

i'm living, yes, living in the garden again

#incredible #outlander #rachel zegler lyrics #rachel zegler #garden