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she/her| writing fic, being encouraging, trying to carve out a corner of peace in the chaos 🩷| ao3: unapologeticallyenthusiastic | IG: forgetmenot.sassenach | tumblr: forgetmenotsassenach17 https://archiveofourown.org/users/unapologeticallyenthusiastic

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Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 5mo ago

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!

Anna@flyinghome.bsky.social · 5mo ago

Gentle reminder that people who want to control your reactions/opinions/thoughts so that they align with their own are a big yikes 😅 Everyone is entitled to an opinion, and you’re also not responsible for making someone else’s experience good for them. Mute/block buttons are right there for them!

Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 7mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 7mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 8mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 9mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 9mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 10mo ago

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.

Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 10mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 11mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 11mo ago

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.
Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 11mo ago

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Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 11mo ago

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Cassie@casandras.bsky.social · 11mo ago

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.