#william fraser

[theawkwardterrier]

Wednesday 100: Morning Moments

i.

"And what're ye doing there, young Fraser?"

Willie turns to Murtagh with bright, overly innocent eyes — clearly learned from Fergus. Jamie was usually brasher as a child, and Claire likely didn't apologize for herself either.

Woefully: "It's cold out, e'en if she's got a coat."

"Aye, and she'll be warm enough in the barn. Besides, I dinna think yer auntie Jenny'll much care for dirty prints from you both all 'cross the floors."

Willie begins looking stubborn. Murtagh prepares to bargain him upstairs, but secretly he's glad. After seeing the lad so ill, it’s good to have him returned to form.

ii.

Willie is not in his place in the bed, tucked between his siblings and a snuffly Claire, but Jamie doesn't panic. Still, when there's no sign in the nursery, or the kitchen, or the yard...

Jamie takes the stairs two at a time, remembering Willie curled up beneath the desk listening to Fergus's lessons. Through the study door, he hears his son's voice.

"And d'ye—d'ye think she'll have puppies then?"

"No' if she kens what's good for her," grumbles Murtagh. Jamie, not fooled, grins and relaxes. His godfather will soften toward any pups, just as he softens for his grandchildren.

#Wednesday100 #Outlander #Murtagh FitzGibbons Fraser #William Fraser #Jamie Fraser

[adsosfraser]

Soup of Life

A canon-divergent outlander fix-it fic

Fate has decided to be kind to Jamie Fraser for once in his life and intervene in yet another terrible moment in his life. All of the infinite possibilities of the universe through reincarnation and microorganisms can sway the cosmos onto the right path.

Read on AO3

#outlander #jamie fraser #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #jamieclaire #jamie x claire #william fraser #one shot #fix it #happy ending #reincarnation #canon divergence #outlander season 3 #voyager #geneva dunsany #anti-helwater #adsofraser writing #ding dong the bitch is dead

[littlecrabbs]

I read @saltybenchday 's Black Sails Outlander crossover fic Hope in the Shadows and have been obsessed with it ever since, especially with the idea of William Ransom and John Silver becoming best buds. Those two are always up to shenanigans sooo of course I had to draw them getting drunk together.

Holly really combined two of my favorite things into one fic and it has altered my brain chemistry forever. I am so in love with this fic😍 thank you Holly Mack for writing Hope in the Shadows♥✨

#fic fanart #fanfiction fanart #outlander #black sails #William Ransom #William Fraser #John Silver #long John silver #putting these two things together make me so happy you have no idea #you should totally go read it btw #I endorse it #littlecrabbs #saltybenchday

[dianaforever]

Chapters: 25/? Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Frank Randall Characters: Murtagh Fraser, Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp, Mrs. Graham (Outlander), Frank Randall Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Culloden, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Season/Series 03, Outlander Season 3 Summary:

On another day perhaps I will have time for regret, but not today, no not this bloody day.

#outlander fanfic #outlander #jamie fraser #claire fraser #brianna fraser #fergus fraser #william fraser #fanfiction

[thewanderingace]

OH MY GOD WAIT!!

Sorry but I just now realized something and it blew my mind. I was watching Outlander interview videos on the official Instagram page and one was with some of the new cast members for the new season. One of the guys voices and his face was SO familiar to me but I couldn't place where I knew him from. Then it clicked.

WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME THAT THE GUU WHO PLAYS JOHN BRACKENREID IN MURDOCH MYSTERIES

THIS GUY RIGHT HERE

GOT CAST TO PLAY WILLIAM RANSOM AKA JAMIE FRASERS SON IN OUTLANDER!!!!!!!

HOW DID I MISS THIS!!!

ASDFGHJKL!!!

Jeezus I'm gonna spend this season going "look its John Brackenreid!" every time we see William. And he's playing William!!! That's a big role!!! JAMIE'S SON!!! ASDHHDJSJSK

Oh my god I'm losing my mind. I'm losing it. But he's perfect. Perfect casting. God I'm excited to see him in this role even though it is gonna be damn hard to shake off John Brackenreid.

#outlander #murdoch mysteries #william fraser #john brackenreid #charles vandervaart #william ransom #mod post #outlander spoilers

[snowwhitelass]

https://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1ss1vg8

#diana gabaldon #sam heughan #jamie fraser #caitriona balfe #claire fraser #sophie skelton #brianna fraser #richard rankin #roger mackenzie #william ransom #william fraser #outlander starz #happy world outlander day

[blink182times]

EXCERPT from BOOK TEN (Spoilers! (Maybe...)) (via Diana Gabaldon on Twitter)

SIR

Half an hour later, the whisky bottle was empty, but all three of us were stone-cold sober, and there was a ball of cold dread in the pit of my stomach. According to William, Perseverance Wainwright was dead, and Lord John was missing—kidnapped by a man named Richardson. Or so Percy had said, before dying messily, poisoned on the hearth-rug in Lord John’s house.

Jamie rubbed a hand hard over his face, opened his eyes and looked at me, one eyebrow raised.

“Is it possible?” he said.

William’s lips pressed tight together and he made a noise that might have been a stifled snort.

“I shouldn’t be surprised that you think me a liar, sir. But ask yourself why I should tell you such a tale. Or why I should be here.”

“I have been,” Jamie said frankly. “Askin’ myself, I mean. And now I’m asking my wife.”

“Possible, yes,” I said, trying not to show just how disturbing that possibility was. “John’s brother—you know, the Duke-- sent me a note last year, asking me what herbs I’d recommend for the extermination of…um…pests. I wasn’t sure that he was serious—but I’ve never known Hal to make jokes.” Jamie made a noise that was definitely a snort.

“Oh, his Grace has a sense o’ humor,” he said, very cynical. “But ye’re right, he doesna make jests or play wi’ words like his brother. So, did ye answer him?”

“I did,” I said, exchanging stares with him. “On the basis of what I knew was growing in Savannah at the time, I told him that an alcoholic extract of foxglove would be poisonous, but he should take care in using it. I thought that he might be intending to use it on mice or rats,” I added defensively. “There are mice in most houses in Savannah—and cockroaches.”

Both of them snorted. I ignored this.

“But do you actually think Hal intended to—to poison someone, a person, I mean? Or Percy, specifically? Because your description of his symptoms sounds very much like foxglove poisoning—but from what you say, it sounds as though Percy got hold of a bottle of poisoned brandy entirely by accident, doesn’t it?”

“God only knows.” William closed his eyes briefly, and I saw how tired he was, his young face lined and smeared with the grime of long riding. He summoned his strength, though, and straightened.

“I don’t care how or why Percival—or Perseverance—Wainwright happened to die in Lord John’s house. He came to tell me where Lord John was, and—and why.”

Why.

Jamie glanced at me, then fixed his gaze on William.

“So his lordship is—to the best o’ your knowledge—being held aboard a ship called Pallas, in the hands of a man called Richardson, whom ye ken yourself as a right bastard that’s tried to kill you more than once—and now he’s said he means to kill Lord John?”

“Yes.”

“But ye dinna ken why?”

William rubbed his hands hard over his face and shook his head.

“I told you what bloody Wainwright told me. How would I know whether it’s the truth? It sounds--” He flung out his hands in a violent, hopeless gesture.

Jamie and I exchanged a quick glance. How, indeed? It sounded like insanity to William; it sounded much worse to me, and to Jamie.

Jamie cleared his throat and set both hands on his desk.

“I suppose that bit doesna really matter, aye? Whether we believe it or not, I mean. The only thing to do is to find where his lordship is, and get him back.”

It was said so simply that I smiled, despite the situation, and William’s bunched shoulders dropped a little.

“You make it sound so easy,” he said. His voice was dry, but the note of strain in it had gone.

“Mmphm. How long have ye been on the road, lad?”

“Don’t call me ‘lad’,” William said, automatically. “Three months, more or less. Looking for my fa—for Lord John, or for my uncle. I can’t find him, either.”

“Aye. Well, twenty-four hours willna alter your prospects of findin’ either one. Eat, wash, and rest now. We’ll lay our plans tomorrow.”

He turned his head to look out the window, then glanced thoughtfully back at William. It was nearly evening, but the yard and the nearby trees were still alive with people and I could tell what he was thinking. So could William.

“Who do you mean to tell…them—” he nodded toward the window, “—that I am? A lot of them saw me. And Frances knows.”

Jamie leaned back a little, looking at his son. _His son_, and I felt, rather than saw, the warmth that touched him at the thought.

“Ye dinna have to say who ye are.” He caught William’s skeptical glance at his face. “We’ll say you’re--my cousin Murtagh’s lad, if ye like.”

I swallowed a startled laugh that went down the wrong way, and two pairs of dark blue eyes looked austerely down two long, straight noses at me.

“I’ve done with lies,” William said abruptly, and shut his mouth, hard. Jamie gave him a long, thoughtful look, and nodded.

“There’s no way back from the truth, ken?”

“I don’t have to speak Scotch, do I?”

“I’d pay money to see ye try, but no.” He took a deep breath and glanced at me. “Just say your mother was English, and she’s dead, God rest her soul.”

“If anyone asks,” I said, trying to be reassuring. Jamie made a brief Scottish noise.

“They’re Scots, Sassenach,” he said. “Everyone will ask. They just may not ask us.”

Music was beginning to gather, fiddlers and drummers and zitherers coming down from the woods; there would be dancing as soon as it grew dark.

“Come with me, William,” I said. “I’ll find you some food.”

He took a breath that went down to the soles of his boots and stood up.

“Thank you, sir,” he said to Jamie, bowing slightly.

“Surely you needn’t go on calling him ‘sir’,” I said, glancing from one man to the other. “I mean…not now.”

“Aye, he does,” Jamie said dryly. “All the other things he might call me are things he can’t--or won’t. ‘Sir’ will do.” Flicking a hand in dismissal of the matter, he rose from his chair, grimacing slightly at the effort needed to do it without bracing himself with his hands.

“You know,” William said, in a conversational tone, “there was a time when you called _me_ “sir”. He didn’t wait to see if there was a response to this, but went out and down the hall toward the kitchen, his steps light on the boards.

“Why, you little _bastard_,” I said, though I was more amused than shocked, and so was Jamie, from the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Fine thing to say to someone you’ve just asked for help!”

“Aye, well, I suppose it depends who ye say it to.” Jamie lifted one shoulder and dropped it. “He was six, the last time I called him that.”

[Excerpt from Untitled Book Ten, Copyright 2022 Diana Gabaldon]

#outlander book 10 #outlander #claire fraser #jamie fraser #william ransom #william fraser #diana gabaldon

[huariqueje]

A great tree on a riverbank - William Fraser Garden , 1892.

British, 1856-1921

Pencil, pen and black ink and watercolor on paper , 28.3 x 38.8 cm. 11.1 x 15.3 in.

#William Fraser Garden #british artist #tree painting #riverbank

[lionofchaeronea]

A Wet Night, Columbus Circle, William A. Fraser, 1897-98

#photography #historic photography #cityscape #rain #rain scene #rainy night #William A. Fraser #19th century photography #b&w #b&w photography #gelatin silver print #Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art

[random-brushstrokes]

William Fraser Garden - A great tree on a riverbank (1892)

#William Fraser Garden #british art #landscape #1890s

[themusicsweetly]

Like father, like son

#outlander #outlanderedit #perioddramagif #perioddramasource #jamie x claire #outlander 7x06 #jamie fraser #claire fraser #william ransom #outlander 1x07 #outlander parallels #where the waters meet #the wedding #my edit

[thefrsers]

Why did you do that? Because, Claire. For the second time in his life, I've come within an inch of shooting my son.

requested by @gotham-ruaidh: 3.04 | 7.08

#outlander #outlanderedit #requeststedit #gotham-ruaidh #3.04 #7.08 #jamie fraser #jamiefraseredit #william ransom #gifs #mine #their relationship is so bittersweet #for Jamie especially to be near his son and not have any kind of contact #you can feel how much he longs to hold him and say he's his :') #THANK YOU for the request xx

[retrofalsettos]

Cast photos + Bill Finn from the March of the Falsettos vinyl! sent to me by @chipadequeso

#march of the falsettos #falsettos #michael rupert #alison fraser #james kushner #stephen bogardus #chip zien #william finn

[userkayjay]

Outlander S07E08 "Turning Points"

Why did you do that? Because, Claire... for the second time in his life, I've come within an inch of shooting my son. The first was the night of his birth. And I thought all at once, "What if I dinna miss a third time?" I thought I must at least try to speak to him once, as a man, in case it was my only chance.

#outlander #outlanderedit #perioddramaedit #tvedit #outlander spoilers #jamie fraser #william ransom #saltybenchday

[fraserstanclub]

Jamie Fraser -> Culloden William Ransom -> Saratoga

OUTLANDER 3x01 | 7x07

#*lizshit #outlander #oledit #outlander spoilers #perioddramaedit #jamie fraser #william ransom #cinemapix #usersource #userthing #userkayjay #userhayf #userfish #usersteen #there's nothing i wouldn't queue for you

[julymoon]

Wet Night, Columbus Circle, New York, ca. 1897

William A. Fraser (The Art Institute of Chicago)

#William A. Fraser #vintage #photography #19th century #photogravure #new york city