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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

A new chapter of (A Little Longer) Where We Are is now posted! Happy Sunday and happy reading! 🥰 archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 30/08/2026

Chapter 6 of (A Little Longer) Where We Are aka the vet fic 🐶 is now posted! Happy Sunday and enjoy! 💜 archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

Sunday fun day so why not read chapter 5 of (A Little Longer) Where We Are 🐶? archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 02/08/2026

Happy Sunday! A new chapter of (A Little Longer) Where We Are, my Outlander vet fic 🐶, is now posted! Enjoy! archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 19/07/2026

It’s too smoky here in the upper Midwest to do anything but stay inside and read and write (how terrible 😅) so here is chapter 3 of (A Little Longer) Where We Are. archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 05/07/2026

Happy Sunday! Here is chapter 2 of (A Little Longer) Where We Are🐶. archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 21/06/2026

Hello! Despite it being six months later than I anticipated, I just posted the first chapter of my new Outlander fic, (A Little Longer) Where We Are (aka the vet fic). Come for Claire and Jamie and stay to see just how many pet names I can come up with. archiveofourown.org/works/871272...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 25/04/2026

Say you love it! Say you hate it! Be curious why someone thinks differently than you and not defensive about it. It’s a tv show and it is meant to be both loved AND critiqued! Don’t make people feel bad for having different opinions than you, even if their opinions make you mad!

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 04/03/2026

I know the drabbles have been inconsistent but we can’t go into season 8 without me first finishing my season 7 series! So a trifecta for you today, featuring POVs from Jane, Denzell, and Fanny. ❤️

Stubborn
7x14

I spot Fanny a few tents down, giggling at something another girl just whispered into her ear. A true moment of joy for a girl so rarely without anything to be joyous about. I haven’t been able to give her the childhood she deserves, our safety tenuous and my insubstantial income rarely enough. Camping with the army is hardly a solution, but I don’t think we would mind if the war went on for as long as possible. At least here we are well fed and have more than enough blankets to keep us warm. And William’s foolhardy, stubborn protection.

Improbability
7x15

I clenched my hands into fists, breathing deeply, willing the tremulous energy to leave me, or at least to leave my shaking hands. There had been more complicated surgeries and in worse conditions than an airy, abandoned church. But Claire was not just another patient, nor Jamie another terrified spouse. My hands shook at the potential loss of medical brilliance should the surgery fail. At the possible loss of a love so deep and so vast that Jamie, too, would die. I let my eyes close, holding Claire in the Light. Holding us all in the improbability of hope.

Enough
7x16

My memories of my mother are mostly blurry, as if I cannot trust whether or not they actually happened. As if she was never fully real, never fully mine. But my memories of my sister are clear and solid. They feel sharp in a way that might hurt me if I think of her too much. I am too young to have experienced such loss, William told me. But I have. I have almost nothing of them left. A necklace. A lock of hair. A song. All of which I will keep with me forever. None of which are enough.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 19/02/2026

I remain terrible at Wednesdays but I have drabbles to share! Since I’m doing a different POV for every s7 episode, we have reached the phase of leas familiar to me POVs. This week we have William and Jem!

True
7x12

I wish he had punched me. Or I him. I long for the clarity that comes from physical action. A punch given or received would have fortified my sense of indignation and hotheaded righteousness. Instead I am left with my swirling rage of thoughts, with no outlet for the betrayals, and no escape from my guilt. I pound my fist hard and repeatedly against my thigh, desperate to find a way to distract myself, but it is for naught. My existence is a lie. I have no idea who I am, and no idea of what about me is true.

Solider
7x13

I don’t know why it happens, but sometimes I will suddenly remember something Grannie or Grandda would say. They pop into my head at random moments and it suddenly is like one of them is in the room with me again. When I was down in the dam, I kept thinking about what Grandda would do and how brave he would be. But when I got scared and felt tired, it was Grannie who was there to encourage me, just like she always encouraged Grandda. I could hear her whispering “On your feet, soldier,” keeping me safe in the dark.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 11/02/2026

Boy do I have two fun season 7 drabbles for you today! 🙈 Both are about grief (fun!!), courtesy of Old Ian and Lord John. Enjoy? 😅

Endure
7x10

I’m on his left, probably for the last time on this Earth, and it is foolish, I know, given we have lived an ocean apart for the better part of ten years, but I cannot help but worry who will stand sentry besides him once I am gone. It has been a rare gift, having a brother. To have both the responsibility for and protection of the only person who, at every age, never expected anything from me save myself. He has other friends. He has Claire. But I can help but grieve the loss we must both now endure.

Rage
7x11

In a sincere but slightly heedless attempt to comfort me, William offhandedly mused, based on the intensity of my grief, he had not realized just how close the Helwater groom and I had been. It was not said unkindly, but like every word of comfort uttered to me these last several days, it was interpreted with a silent, petulant rage. The only person entitled to more rage was his widow, the person I had spent so much of my life envying and despising for having what I could not. And now she was all I had to remember, to protect.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

It was Saturday before I realized I completely forgot to post my drabble last week? Things are scattered and unwieldy over here. But that means you get two this week! 💖 One from Rachel’s pov and one from Laoghaire’s…👀

Him
7x08

Rollo laid quietly at my feet, curled into a ball, his eyes occasionally shutting before they would snap open again, making sure I was still there. He seemed to believe it was his responsibility to watch me, not the other way around. Maybe that was what Ian actually intended when he left his dog with me. I was surprised to realize I did not mind the idea as much as I thought. It was comforting to know someone besides my brother might care so fiercely about my safety. That he might care about me as much as I do him.

Angry
7x09

It had been years, a decade, since I last laid eyes on him. Lives converged and diverged between us, our mutual love and devotion to the girls the sole, long fraying thread tethering us together, perhaps finally ready to break. And yet, the sight of him, greying with the requisite wear and tear of age, left me as breathless and covetous as ever. And angry. Angry that the mere sight of this man; this man who effortlessly loved my daughters as his own but could never make an effort to love me; still had such stubborn hold over my heart.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 14/01/2026

It’s inexplicably already and only Wednesday, so it’s time to drabble. This week we have a Roger POV for 7x07, with him trying to make sense of sudden appearance the person who was responsible for his near-death. Fun! 😅

Breathe
7x07

His eyes keep darting back to Buck, his mind knowing there is no immediate threat. But his body thinks otherwise. His throat constricting, the echoes of pain long subsided suddenly searing through him. It is already hard enough to make sense of the man before him being in this place and this time, let alone with having to grapple with what level of hospitality he was supposed to provide the man that sent him to his death. His eyes find Brianna’s, who are observing him with concern, the two of them both trying to remember how they relearned to breathe.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 08/01/2026

Stepping back into the drabble game after a few weeks off, and picking up where we left off on our S7 adventure (a different character POV for each episode). This week, we are at 7x06 and in Claire’s familiar and comforting perspective. 💞

Justice
7x06

He’s younger, just slightly, than Jamie was when we first met. But there is a hunger in his eyes, a desperate yearning, that is so strikingly evocative of my early days in Jamie’s company. William, like Jamie at that tender age, was struggling to understand, let alone channel his fierce sense of justice productively instead of indiscriminately and often foolishly. As I try to explain this to Jamie, I struggle to articulate why this shared youthful restlessness for good, more than their physical resemblance or aptitude for pigheaded stubbornness, is how I know William will eventually find his way back.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

I read 170 books in 2025. A lot of them on audio because I got a dog that needs 90 minutes - 2 hours of walking a day (😅).

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 21/12/2025

Happy Sunday & Happy Holidays! I wrote a Time Comes in Roses 🌹 holiday oneshot (that is 10,000 words 🙈) a few weeks ago (before my grandma died) that has good amount of sadness & grief & it feels all too close to home now. Anyways enjoy(?) A Beacon in the Night! archiveofourown.org/works/761658...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 20/12/2025

Y’all this story is all heart and compassion. 🥹🩷

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 18/12/2025

Hi friends! No new drabble from me today and not for the next few weeks. My grandma passed away suddenly last week and I haven’t had much energy or focus for much of anything. Hoping I can get back to it in the new year once some of this grief & sadness eases.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 11/12/2025

This week, our s7 POV is from Walter, who got to witness the beginning of the dynamic doctor duo that is Claire and Denny.

Care
7x05

Walter watched as Mrs. Fraser and Dr. Hunter worked in partnership to frustrate the Lieutenant enough to leave him in their care. He had never received much medical care, and the Lieutenant’s gruff communication and outright dismissal of Walter's concerns were not different, and in some ways kinder, than the care he received throughout his life. He was puzzled by how adamantly and forcefully the two were in advocating for what they believed best for him, not for what was most convenient or practical. It was strange, Walter thought, despite his pending amputation, he had never felt more cared for.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 04/12/2025

Playing my Jamie card for this week’s drabble, which feels like a big move with so much s7 left to go. But it feels like the right week to have his POV.

Will
7x04

Exhaustion weighs heavily as I tell Claire and Ian that I will be joining the fight, despite not wanting to. Despite the bone deep ache for Scotland making me increasingly restless, and a worry I cannot make sense of, as if my body knows something that is yet to be revealed. I had hoped Claire would be more resistant, less readily resigned to another war, another postponed promise of home. Even if this is a war that will be won, I wish it didn’t have to me. Didn’t have to be us fighting it. But for my family, I will.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 27/11/2025

Took a s7 detour this week so I could write a little Thanksgiving drabble. A modern AU with a three-year-old Faith and the Frasers living in the U.S. for a year. 🥰

Sprouts
Modern AU

“Eat your brussel sprouts, please,” Claire chided with playful exasperation.

“Yeah, da! Sprouts yummy!” Faith shouted through a mouthful of said sprouts.

Jamie stabbed a perfectly roasted brussel sprout with his fork and sighed. He was beginning to regret suggesting that they embrace their one-year stay in the U.S. and make a Thanksgiving meal with all of the fixings. Especially when they were working hard with Faith to make sure she tried new foods, and he had to be a good role model.

“Close yer eyes and think of England,” he muttered, grudgingly shoving the sprout into his mouth.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 23/11/2025

The last chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. I’m feeling more emotional about it than I expected to and am just so grateful to anyone who made time to read any or all of it. What a fun, silly, wonderful thing it is to write stories for others. 💜 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 19/11/2025

They might not be on screen in 7x03 (or all of season 7 😭) but that doesn’t mean Marsali and Fergus don’t deserve some space in my current drabble series! 💜

Lacking
7x03

“A letter arrived from maman and papa today, ma chérie,” Fergus told her with a smile as they all sat down to dinner.

As always, she and Fergus would read this one in bed that night, reveling in whatever gossip was swirling around the Ridge that Ma and Da managed to squeeze in their missives in between their pleas for them to come home for a visit.

“Nos chéris,” the letter began in Da’s familiar, angular scrawl. By the end of the letter, they were curled into one another, lacking the words to express their devastation at losing another home.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 16/11/2025

Eek! The penultimate chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. Happy reading! 🥰 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 13/11/2025

Life lately has meant I’ve been writing my drabbles on Tuesday nights/Wednesday mornings, instead of writing a bunch at one time & then not having to worry about it. And then today was a true dumpster fire at work so I found myself writing today’s drabble while walking Finn in the 430pm darkness. 😅😬

Heartbeat
7x02

If her eyes had left Mandy’s face for any time greater than a blink, Brianna would be astonished. There was nothing, save Mandy’s angelic face, that would give her the resolve she needed to uproot her family, to leave her parents. She found herself thinking of her mama, of the sacrifice she made to make sure Brianna was born safely, and how, after finally seeing her and Da together, she understood the enormity of mama’s decision. But she hadn’t appreciated the fervent tenacity of a mother protecting her child, and how nothing else mattered but ensuring her daughter’s every heartbeat.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 09/11/2025

Happy Sunday! The the mood for something cute and romantic? Then chapter 46 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is for you! 🩷 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 06/11/2025

Hi dears! A friend and I are hosting a fundraiser for Feeding America on my IG account and there are some Outlander prizes that will be raffled away to people who donate! And there are maybe a few more prizes coming…👀 www.instagram.com/p/DQrcFO3Dnt...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 05/11/2025

It’s time for my season 7 POV drabbles and I am going to attempt to do something slightly different for this season. Every drabble will have a different POV, no repeats. Hopefully. 😅 For 7x01, we have an Ian POV.

Breathing
7x01

The difference between his anger and worry was indiscernible, save for the most subtle of tells, at least to start. Which was why Ian was not concerned, when his uncle’s first response to every question was a litany of rage-filled curse words, incoherent and vicious. He had seen his uncle react in the same way many times. And when his uncle later collapsed into a heap, curling into himself, anguish lining his face, Ian was similarly unsurprised. Only Auntie Claire’s absence could elicit such extreme emotions, only Auntie Claire’s return could bring his uncle back to himself; whole and breathing.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 03/11/2025

My little sister ran and finished the NYC marathon to today (her first marathon) and I am just so effing proud of her. 🥹 And I had a blast chasing her around the city so I could scream (complimentary) at her as she ran by.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 29/10/2025

For the last of my little series of autumn drabbles, some moonlight and some memories. (I moved up the 1743 full moon by a day for this to be accurate 🤫) 💜🌕✨

Harvest
Fraser’s Ridge, 1768

They were huddled close together, a blanket and Jamie’s body heat cloaking Claire with the warmth she needed; the crisp autumn air giving way to frigid cold as the sunset below the horizon.

“Remind me again why you were so adamant that we had to stargaze tonight?” Claire asked as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Jamie hummed, as if lost in a happy memory. “Twas the same moon the night we first met twenty five years ago, Sassenach. The first full moon after the harvest moon, shining bright and clear sae I could fall in love with you.”

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 26/10/2025

It’s Christmas in October! At least if you read the new chapter of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 between now and Friday. 😂 Only three more chapters left! 😭 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 22/10/2025

Hello! Back again with a fluffy Frasers fall #wednesday100. 🍂🍁🍂 I have some modern AU sweetness for you, and it was impossibly hard not to just write a whole oneshot for this one. 🥰

Leaves
Fraser’s Ridge, Modern AU

Faith’s incessant shrieks of joy pulled Claire from her office and the neverending mountain of charts needing to be updated into the late afternoon autumn glow. After some searching, she found Jamie and their three-year-old on the edge of the forest that lined their backyard, piles of leaves taller than Faith dotting the tree line.

“I never understood why people bothered with raking up free fertilizer,” Jamie started, wrapping his arm around her waist. “But,” he added as Faith ran happily screaming into one of the piles, flinging herself down, leaves flying everywhere, “I am starting to understand the appeal.”

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 19/10/2025

OMG IT’S SO FLUFFY! It being chapter 44 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹, which you can read now! archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 15/10/2025

It is alarming that these autumn/Halloween themed drabbles are getting progressively (and delightfully) sillier each week. But here we are. 😂 This week we are going apple picking 🍎🍏🍎.

Apples
1700s Fraser’s Ridge

“Ye mean tae tell me that ye would go tae a farm and pick apples for fun?” Jamie asked, incredulity heavy in his tone.

I supposed it must sound absurd to him — harvesting food for fun instead of survival — and I couldn’t blame the skeptical quirk in his eyebrow.

“Well,” I bristled playfully, “wouldn’t you think it fun if I came to the orchard with you tomorrow and helped pick apples?”

“Sassenach,” Jamie answered his hands finding purchase on my arse, “ye ken full well if ye come along, the only apples I will have my hands on are yers.”

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 13/10/2025

Happy birthday to the delightful, thoughtful, encouraging Lara! She is one of my favorite people to rant & rave with, & there is no one I trust more to tell me my writing is a mess (or is better than I think).✨Now go wish her a happy day so I don’t have to put on my Claire face @larithaa.bsky.social

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 11/10/2025

Nodding my head in vigorous agreement with pretty much everything Leah said in this thread. Though I am a less soft target and will probably have less patience if S2 remains similarly uneven in its storytelling/writing/character development.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 08/10/2025

Back again with another autumn-themed drabble for this week’s #wednesday100. It’s a sweet and silly one. 🥰🎃

Scalpel
1700s Frasers Ridge

“Grandda! Guess which one is mine!” Jemmy said eagerly as he pulled Jamie to the two freshly carved jack-o-lanterns.

One of the pumpkins had a defined, simple face; the other lopsided eyes, a crooked nose, and an uneven, gaping mouth. Jemmy bounced with an anxious excitement, waiting for his grandda to guess, which Jamie did, confidently gesturing to the one on the right.

“No, Grandda!” Jemmy laughed. “Grandma carved that one!”

Later, when retelling the story to Claire, Jamie teased lovingly, his arms pulling her close to him, “It’s a good thing ye operate on humans and not pumpkins, Sassenach.”

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 05/10/2025

Happy Sunday! Here is chapter 43 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 for those interested in some extra fluff to cozy into. 🥰 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 01/10/2025

I’ve decided for October to write a series of autumn themed, modern AU Claire and Jamie drabbles for my #wednesday100 entries. I’ll be back in November with season 7 POV drabbles (because I can’t not finish what I started!), but for now enjoy five weeks of cuteness! 🍁🍂🎃👻

Haunted
Modern AU

“Is it over, Sassenach?” Jamie’s weary voice pressed against the crook of my neck; the screams fading to faint echoes and small, breathless gasps.

“I think so, but there might be a surprise or two left,” I whispered gently.

It probably wasn’t the right moment to remind my boyfriend that the haunted hayride had been his idea, promising if I got frightened, he would gallantly defend me from the scary wee beasties. And it could wait until later to tell him I said yes because I knew it would end with him burrowing into me; me getting to protect him.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 28/09/2025

Chapter 42 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is truly just one big ball of fluff, and you can read it now! archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 24/09/2025

One last Brianna S6 drabble for this week’s #wednesday100. I’ve enjoyed getting to explore a character I often struggle with more and find small ways to appreciate! 🩷

Biology
6x08

They both knew, acutely, biology had little to do with fatherhood. But she hadn’t been left to wonder about either of her fathers or their devotion to her. She wondered if that was her barrier to understanding Roger’s inability to trust, whatever Jemmy’s biology, his father was the man who tucked him in each night with a song. Was the man who carved his toys out of wood and listened to Jemmy’s stories with unwavering attention. Brianna was glad Roger now had confirmation for, what for her, was a matter resolved the moment Roger first held Jemmy in his arms.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 21/09/2025

Happy Sunday! For those reading, chapter 41 of Time Comes in Roses 🌹 is now posted. I think (or at least I hope) you will especially like this one! 💜 archiveofourown.org/works/561911...

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 18/09/2025

1 of 3 Hey all! A few weeks ago Outlander Online announced they will be shutting down on Sept 20 after a decade of service to OL fandom. My friend Tamberly & I thought it was such a shame to lose such an amazing fandom archive & have spent the last few weeks furiously saving as much as we could from

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 18/09/2025

Finn said the best way to celebrate my birthday was to take him to the park (which we do everyday).

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 17/09/2025

Having Brianna grapple with faith and religion in just 100 words was an interesting choice. 😅 But it was a fun thought exercise at least!

Solace
6x07

Brianna’s understanding of religion was largely academic, having grown up with parents who never prioritized developing her spiritual being. As a historian, Daddy ensured Brianna appreciated how religions emerged and the way power was wielded in the name of one god or another. Mama was more confusing. She would occasionally escape to church to find solace or whisper Latin prayers in moments of need, but she never would claim to be “religious.” But as they prepared to go to seminary, for Roger to become a priest, Brianna finally realized why mama held so closely to a faith she didn’t claim.

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Cassie @casandras.bsky.social · 14/09/2025

Starts writing new fic: “This time I am going to work hard on being more concise so this story won’t be so long.” 14,000 words later: Jamie and Claire don’t even know each other’s names yet. 🙈

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