Living backwards and tangled back words

This isn’t about education or intelligence. This is about integrity and principle.

requested by @gotham-ruaidh

It isn’t Geordie. It’s me… Claire.

Outlander // Freedom & Whisky

The first time they see each other after 20 years apart … || 2.13 / 3.05

requested by @notevenjokingrightnow

“What’s that little candle for?” Willie asked. “Grannie says only stinking Papists burn candles in front of heathen images.“ “Well, I am a stinking Papist,” Jamie said, with a wry twist of his mouth. “It’s no a heathen image, though; it’s a statue of the Blessed Mother.” “You are?” Clearly this revelation only added to the boy’s fascination. “Why do Papists burn candles before statues, then?” Jamie rubbed a hand through his hair. “Aye, well. It’s…maybe a way of praying—and remembering. Ye light the candle, and say a prayer and think of people ye care for. And while it burns, the flame remembers them for ye.” “Who do you remember?” Willie glanced up at him. His hair was standing on end, rumpled by his earlier distress, but his blue eyes were clear with interest. “Oh, a good many people. My family in the Highlands—my sister and her family. Friends. My wife.” And sometimes the candle burned in memory of a young and reckless girl named Geneva, but he did not say that.

John’s face is my life

“Well, I am a stinking Papist”.

I carved this for ye. My brother Willie gave me one just like it. Ye keep it to remember me by. 

Jamie + Lord John || 3.03 “All Debts Paid” + 3.04 “Of Lost Things”  

What ye feel for me now, ye could have with any other man. It’s not particular. Well, love is… when you give yer heart and soul to another. And they give theirs in return. — Outlander 3.04