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Has anyone bought/readĀ āClanlandsā yet? Thoughts?
Sam Heughan in a kilt + leather jacket is calling my name D:Ā

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Chapter 6: Jenny
Chapter 6Ā is posted! Itās a big olā chapter with lots of important things going on;Ā in a very angsty fashion, we meet some new faces, see the Fraser Murray home, and learn some new things about the Fraser clan. I had so much fun writing this one and can only hope Iāve done these newly introduced charactersĀ justice. Hereās a preview:
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The trudge up the lane was both the longest journey of Claireās life and the shortest. With each step she felt the heat of Jennyās gaze increase tenfold, and she felt like she was moving through water. By the time she stood two feet from Jenny she wanted to be back in the truck, curled up in the passenger seat next to Jamie doing his best Frankie Valli like he had on the brief ride over, and no amount of time couldāve prepared Claire for this kind of scrutiny.
Except, when she reached Jenny Fraser Murray, the woman did nothing but look at Claire from the ground up (Claire was quite tired of being sized up, truth be told), spin on her heels, snap āCome,ā and whoosh away in a flurry of woolen skirting.
Claire looked at Jamie, eyebrows raised. Jamie shrugged. As he crossed in front of her, he leaned in and said, āHer strength is in her silence. Thatās how she wreaks terror.ā His eyes glittered with bemusement and he crossed the threshold into the house.
YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE LOVE I HAVE FOR FANFICTION WRITERS *eternally grateful for them sharing their amazing writing skills*
All the ā¤ļøā¤ļøās I leave in fanfic comments are rejected kudos.
Way too many fanfic writers to list but some of my favorites are
@missclairebelle
@wickedgoodbooks
@prairiefarmgirl
@isthisclever
@abreathofsnowandwaffles
@apostlespoons
@catrinwrites
@sassenachswiftie
@silfraser
@upagainstabookcase (your TID fics are inspiring)
And so many others that have made this pandemic bareable.
I am HONORED and feel so unworthy. <3Ā
Life/fic update.
If you care to know!
These past few months have been an absolute whirlwind. Iām in my final year of university, which entails multiple capstone projects, writing workshops, grad school and grant applications, working, painting on the side for some ~extra cash~... A lot feels really unstable outside of school, as well.Ā So I guess what Iām saying is itās been a challenge to find the time/motivation to sit down and hammer out chapters of Moonbeams. This is a story Iāve invested so much time and planning into, and so to write a half-assed chapter just for the sake of keeping up with it feels very disingenuous.Ā
Ideally Iāll have a couple more chapters to you throughout this next month. Writing Ch. 5 has actually proven quite therapeutic and it felt nice to be back in the groove. :)Ā
Anyway, yes, that's whatās up with me. :)Ā How are yāall doing? Tell me whatās going on in your life! What are some good things? What are you struggling with?
I hope youāre doing okay!Ā <3Ā
I haveĀ returned from the grave. :)
And with a new chapter! Itās up on AO3 right now. Hereās a snippet:
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The moonlight was bright enough to show her the mountains. They rippled into the distance, an undulating line on the horizon, and from this point on the Ridge she could see it all. Jamieās house was there, a small blip nestled into the trees, glowing soft like a small pulsar. The river curved on and on into the distance, the moon turning water silver, the water itself hardly moving--like a landscape portrait, the earth frozen in time. The trees were bare, yes, but some struck her as silver, too, the way their pale trunks absorbed light and cast it back at her. At them. "I told you it was bonnie," Jamie said. "I thought maybe it'd be... helpful to come here. After the week you've had."
Jamie was only an inch or two away, his hands cradling his own little thermos, his eyes fixed on the world before them as if heād never seen it before. Claire found herself staring at him, and the way the moon turned the lightest of his hairs silver, like the river water and the trees. He caught her out of the corner of his eye, she saw, but he said nothing.

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NewĀ chapter this week :)
Hi friends!Ā
Just wanted to drop in and say if you are waiting for the next Where theĀ Moonbeams GoĀ chapter,Ā itās coming to you this week. I havenāt forgotten. :)Ā
I had a big olā final paper due, I broke my foot (no joke, writing about Claireās broken ankle cursed me), I had toĀ move, I started fostering four (4!) kittens, and my other summer classes just started, so itās been a heck of a time these past couple of weeks. But my tumultuous schedule is finally settling down a bit and a stable routine is establishing itself, so yes, new chapter soon. Thank you for being patient! <3 Have a lovely Saturday.
writing tunes
Okay, listen, as both a wordsmith and music-maker, I have always wondered what other writers listen to as they write. Itās a thought that keeps me up at night.Ā
What is Diana Gabaldon listening to, if anything, as she pounds out the steamiest love scene between Jamie and Claire? What is she listening to when Jamie is sword-fighting? Does she have a playlist? A musical vibe? These are the important questions.
I canāt tell you what Diana listens to, but if youāre like me and youāve always wondered this about writers,Ā I can tell you what I listen to, and itās generally a combination of this playlistĀ and this one. :D
(literally what do you allĀ listen to if/when you write I need to know itās for science)
requested by @sassenachpetals : Claire brushing off a leaf from Jamieās faceĀ
getting planty
Yāall, Iāve been studying the heck out of plants and their practical uses for this fic. š Iām going to turn into a traveling medicine man myself by the end of this.
Iām trying to keeping track, too, of which herbs Claire uses in the canon for ~authenticity.~ Itās so fun to draw those minor connections (or major ones, in some cases š¤) between the fic and the canon.
Bring on the greenhouse!
Disco Fever !
Chapter 4 of Moonbeams is entitledĀ āDisco Fever,ā which makes my heart happy. This was the inspiration for theĀ āviolently turqouiseā camper Frank brought home with him in the little flashback memory. So... yes, this but older:
And, of course, we love some cute vintage stickers:Ā
āThere was a small kitchenette and overhead storage bins drowning in faded stickers, her favorites of which were the scratch-and-sniffs, and ones that said āDisco Feverā and āMake Love Not War.ā āYou didnāt buy this,ā Claire said in disbelief, staring at a scratch-and-sniff red apple sticker. She reached to scratch it, though she doubted it still smelled like anything.ā
and
āAt a roadside store they stopped to buy stickers of their own, but the only ones were Smokey Bear stickers warning of forest fires. They bought one anyway and affixed it next to the scratch-and-sniff apple, which Claire confirmed no longer smelled like apple.ā
I was doing some digging on period-appropriate stickers when writing and just thought they had to become an important part of the chapter.

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Moonbeams: a glimpse at chapter 4
Chapter 4 of Moonbeams likely wonāt grace your screens until next week, as Iāve many a research paper to write for university and itās taking up all of my time,Ā bUT I wanted to give you a piece of the (draft of the) chapterās startĀ to hopefully quell a bit of your curiosity. :) Here you go!
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By the time Claire bid Joe goodbye and placed the phone back on its receiver, Jamie had vanished into the depths of his greenhouse.
The physician within: stay inside, ankle raised, rest for a day or two. Stop hobbling around, Ms. Randall. Give it time.
If there was one thing Claire knew she excelled at, it was giving medical advice--but following it? Well, she never claimed to be good at that. Besides, once she made it to the greenhouse, she could sit.
It was a small glass castle.
A damp heat greeted her at the door, thickening the air from above and warming the soles of her feet from below. The floor was a tapestry of diamond tiles in hues of lead and rust. Wooden shelves stretched around the entire perimeter, overflowing with greenery and rows of seedlings. Claire recognized a few of the plants--basil and mint, the common kitchen strains--but likewise there were many she didnāt know by name. Overhead, rubbery green petals as big as banana leaves overlapped one another in a lush knit, and long chartreuse fronds danced a sort of waltz in a breeze generated by small ceiling fans. If she leaned close enough, she could spot lingering dew magnifying plant veins like tiny wet spectacles. The moisture tickled her nose. She inhaled. The scent was earthy and rare.Ā You couldnāt find this in the city, Claire thought, nor in the wilderness. This was an aroma that was cultivated, cared for, raised and nourished from infancy like a child.
Once, sheād read that mothers could smell the downy crowns of their babiesā heads and recognize something familiar there--something sweet and living. Of course, Claire had never known that for herself, but maybe it was like that with plants, too.Ā
Again she breathed deep and long and held the sweet earth in her lungs. Yes, this was living. This was okay. Beautiful, even.
From above, a fine mist rained down on her head. Instinctively, Claire drew back and yelped in surprise. Blinked. And leaned back into the mist, welcoming it.
It stopped as suddenly as it had started. āIāll be changing the irrigation system to a drip one soon,ā hummed a voice from deep inside the greenhouse--somewhere behind a cluster of hanging plants, Claire thought.
Jamie.
Sheād almost forgotten he was there. She licked water from her lips and was reminded of how thirsty she was.
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Guys, I made a rookie Tumblr mistake and made apostlespoons my secondary blog help
āI will not light the cross again until the time has come fer us to do battle.ā
Sam Heughan probably had to run that long stretch of uneven terrain so many damn times for this shot. Much respect.
Jamieās mountain home
In chapter 3 we get a glimpse at Jamieās home in the mountains:
āThe exterior was paneled and eggshell white, topped with shingles that looked like a mess of old pennies, some aged more than others and consequentially of a deeper rust. The windows creeping up the side were tall and framed by massive bundles of ivy; there were some that struck her as out-of-place, as if theyād been added as an afterthought or perhaps were truer to the interior flair than to the exterior--a round porthole window toward the top of the house, namely, which Claire assumed looked into an attic. Above the porthole window, the roof sloped up into a beautiful brick chimney, and solar panels had been placed there on the penny-shingles. To the right of the house stood a small greenhouse (it really did look rather like the chickensā sunroom).ā
I wanted to share the photos I looked at when trying to create this image of the house in my head (s/o my ācottage coreā board on Pinterest). Maybe you envisioned it differently? :)
Moonbeams:Ā a glimpse at chapter 3
Wee sneak peek at this weekās chapter of Where the Moonbeams Go.Ā :) Posting tomorrow!
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The night before, Claire had been unable to see the world. It had been concealed in a shadow like molasses she couldnāt swim through, her only life ring the tall brick-red barn at the end of her footsteps and the mare that stood inside of it, and the foal that slept inside of the mare. But this world in the light of morning was something else entirely. The long footpath back to Jamieās house weaved through a vast yard peppered with tall trees and wide spaces of grass and plots of dirt where things had yet to grow.
A small pen of chickens and a coop marked the halfway point; Jamie had built a greenhouse-like sunroom along the side, and the birds still huddled inside peered out at them with questions. āIt gives them more space to roam in winter, should they not want to go outside,ā Jamie explained. āThey dinna like the snow.ā
āI hadnāt pegged you for a bird fanatic.ā Claire was practically wheezing from trying to match Jamieās long strides.
āAye, well, āfanaticā is a strong word. Theyāre awfully annoying, truthfully. Painful, sometimes.ā Jamie closed his eyes and rubbed his neck, as if reliving a past confrontation. āBut we kept a few and Scotland, so I ken how to care for them, and thereās nothing like fresh eggs in the morning.ā He scrutinized her reddened face. āWould ye like to sit for a moment?ā
Claire wiped a hand across her damp forehead. āNo,ā she said. āNo, itās fine. This is just⦠harder than it looks. The crutches, I mean. Theyāre a little tall for me.ā
Jamie nodded earnestly. Blinked like a solemn red owl. āI can slow down.ā
āI can keep up.ā
A smile crossed his face. āOf course you can,ā he said, then turned his attention back to the footpath and briskly continued on toward the house. Claire was certain heād tripled his speed.

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greetings & salutations,Ā I amĀ late to the game
Hello, friends! :)
My name is GeorgiaĀ and I am ~excruciatingly~ new to Tumblr. And the Outlander fandom, for that matter.
Iāve embarked on my Tumblr journey mostly because I thoughtĀ (1) it would be fun to document the process of writing my first Outlander fanfic, (2) interact with readers/other writers and Outlander bloggers, and (3) I could fully immerse myself in the Outlander universe.
Iām fairly new to the fandom, which is wild to me since this series is older than I am and also a deadly/perfect combination of all of my interests synthesized. :ā) Iāve absorbed the tv show and am working my way through the books.
Anyyyyway, a bit about me in case youād like to know who exactly the person behind the digital curtain is. :)Ā
My name is Georgia, and Iām from the US but Iāve also lived in Germany for a wee bit. Iām finishing up my degree inĀ English (Creative Writing), German, and History, and so yes, I do like to write, I do like to write about historical things, and I do use way too many commas when I write in English because German has made me second-guess every single comma placement. I like collecting old things, going new places, and meeting new cats :3
If you want to recommend users to follow, good fics, or literally anything regarding this gargantuan fandom, please feel free to because I havenāt a clue what Iām doing. :)