Never noticed it before, but in the last gif it looks Sam says “I love youuu” 😍
protective sentence starters
as requested. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
- “Don’t you hurt a single hair on his/her/their head.”
- “Hands off!”
- “What do you think you’re doing to him/her/them?”
- “I’ll never let you go.” / “Don’t ever let me go.”
- “Don’t ever leave my sight again.”
- “I got your back.”
- “Where are you going? It’s not safe out there!”
- “Do you trust me?”
- “Be more careful next time. I don’t want to bandage you up again.”
- “Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”
- “I’d die for you.”
- “You’ll back off if you know what’s good for you.”
- “Get behind me NOW.”
- “Here, I have an extra weapon.”
- “Duck, you idiot!”
- “Go on without me.”
- “Well what did you expect would happen while you’re walking alone at night? Come on, let’s get you away from that creep.”
- “Hey. Pal. I’ve got a gun/knife/fist/weapon and I’m not afraid to use it.”
- “You can stop hugging me now.”
- “You scared the shit out of me. I’m never going to stop hugging you.”
- “Quit babying me! I can protect myself.”
- “I’ll always be there to save you.” / “I know you’ll always be there to save me.”
- “If you even THINK about touching him/her/them, I’ll kill you.”
- “[choked up] I thought I lost you.” / “[choked up] I never thought I’d see you again.”
The Young Prince frowned, studying the woman, silent for a moment as he tried to understand her words, “ Lady Claire, are you well?”
This guest of his has always been odd – the way she spoke Common was odd, heavily accented. She used some words unfamiliar to him, while she said the familiar words in different ways. It was unlike any Westerosi dialect he has heard. Furthermore, she seemed to know how to read and write very well – which was uncommon enough, and which pegged her for noble-born. But she said she wasn’t from any of the Houses. She also seemed to know more than the Maester with regards to the properties of herbs and how best to mix poultices. Indeed, it is because of this that the Prince decided to take her into his household – she seemed intelligent and with much insight to offer. Mother didn’t seem to mind either, despite calling Claire a curiosity.
Despite her strangeness, Claire did not strike him as mad nor was she deranged. If she had something to say, he would like to believe it will be something of value, “ If you wish to confess something to me, it is always best to start from the beginning,”
Well? he asked to her well being? aside form the mild dehydration and the fact that her once pale skin had gone a similar shade of red as a boiled lobster... she was okay.....but the emotional strain of being so far form home.... without anyway of getting back... the isolation was driving her insane.
Claire drew in a shaking breath, only to let it out again, Doran was a man of reason... of logic. the young prince would have no reason to believe a single thing she said... but she had to try... she hoped... she was valuable enough to him, for him not to discredit her..
❝you probably wonder why i am like no one else here.... why i am so strange...❞ she brushed her fingers though her unruly curls. ❝it is because i am not from here, i am not form this time - i passed though time... the children of the forest i think? or maybe older.... left marks on this land... marks where the veil is thin.....❞ she studies his face. trying to read his emotions ❝you think i am insane or a witch...or a spy, but i know that.....i read about you - you cannot kill me for witch craft.❞ her eyes meet his. ❝you need me.❞
Claire cut off her rambling, she was raving like a mad woman, about to threaten the prince of dorne. by telling him his beloved - new fiance would die without Claire’s help....
Well, doesn’t it bother you that… that I ’m not a virgin?
I LOVE GRANDMA CLAIRE
have some gossip form secret santa <3
I’M HOOTING OMG LISE THIS IS AMAZING 😂 😂 😂 thank you @godsiwasstrong that is the most brilliant unexpected secret santa gift I’ve ever had 💚 💚
Christmas, Boxing Day, Candle & Stocking?
December Positivity Meme
Christmas: tag someone who has become a personal friend to you.
@santaclaire You’re always there with cuddles when I need them thank you
Boxing Day: tag someone whose writing style you love
@foulmouthedprophet. Without hesitation. Writing with you is amazing because we just… match? Similar styles, description/narration/dialogue ratios, and most of all a brilliant understanding of each other’s muse honestly plotting with you is so great because you *get* Jamie so well and I love it.
Candle: tag someone who has helped you on a dark day
@saltveined Hi man, I haven’t forgotten you! I think our very first conversation was you helping me out on a dark day ^^ and although since then we’ve mostly mentionned our dear, misunderstood favourite animals, I know I can count on you for stuff :)
Stocking: tag someone whose small gestures have meant a lot to you
@goldounet oh well you know it already, no need to write a novel ^^ (j’ai toujours le coquillage que tu m’as donné en Corse d’ailleurs)
25 DAYS OF OUTLANDER December 25th • Jamie and/or Claire
+ colour palette: falling snow
Has to be one of the best passages of a book I’ve read in a long time
it’s not an understatement to say I think about this all the time
This is real.
i saw this on my other blog and logged onto claire to reblog it, only to notice you tagged me
send ' ▼' for my muses reaction to yours straddling/sitting on their lap.
alternatively send ’ ▼+ reverse ’ for my muse to straddle / sit on your muses lap.
My aesthetic: The Frasers peacefully falling asleep in each other’s arms after pillow talk and making love 💖
Parallel: Jamie watching Claire Sleep
|| 2x11 vs. 3x06
“Are you saying witches are real? – I do not think it’s unlikely for ghosts to be real. But elves. Mom stop.”
❝All i am saying pumpkin is that - i do not think we are fit to judge what is and what isn’t real. what you read into that - is really up to you. ❞
Send me, “You’re safe now.” for my muse’s reaction to yours saving their life.
for multi-muse blogs, specify which muse.
“I want—” He stopped and swallowed, still holding my hand. His fingers found and touched the silver ring once more. “I want verra much to kiss you,” he said softly. “May I do that?”
The tears were barely dammed. Two more welled up and overflowed; I felt them, full and round, roll down my cheeks.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He drew me slowly close to him, holding our linked hands just under his breast.
“I havena done this for a verra long time,” he said. I saw the hope and the fear dark in the blue of his eyes. I took the gift and gave it back to him.
“Neither have I,” I said softly.
His hands cupped my face with exquisite gentleness, and he set his mouth on mine. ~ Voyager