Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)

by Diana Gabaldon

Denys took an involuntary step back. “All right!” he snapped. “Richardson threatened to make it known that Lord John is a sodomite.”

oh fuckkkk willie doesn’t even know his dads gay

“A friend of your father’s—a Major Bates—was convicted of sodomy and hanged, some years ago,” Denys said. “Your father chose to be present at the hanging; he clung to the major’s legs to hasten his death.

ok darrow

Luckily, Roger’s instincts as a husband were quite good; he had his arm round her and her head resting on his shoulder, and was murmuring things to her, too low for me to catch the words, but the tone of it was love and reassurance, and the lines of her face were smoothing out.

this is making me cry bc it’s so anthony coded ugh 😩

“If the author thought it was worth his writing it down, then it’s worth my reading it. I dinna mean to miss a single word.”

he’s better than meeeee i skipped the whole end of the trilogy lmfao

William had just thrust little Frances into Fraser’s arms and walked off. And now, for the first time, wondered why he’d done that. Lord John had been there, too, attending at the sad, tiny funeral. His own father—he could certainly have given Fanny safely into Lord John’s keeping. But he hadn’t. Hadn’t even thought about it.

soooo real

“Seen precious few women that size, and none of ’em what you’d call handsome. All pretty lively, though. How did she come to wed a preacher? You wouldn’t think a prayin’ man would be able to do right by her—I mean, in the ways of the flesh, as you might—”

he said i ain’t know preachers fuck

“Bees are real sociable,” Myers explained, and blew one of them gently off the back of his hand. “And they’re curious, which only makes sense, them goin’ back and forth and gatherin’ news with their pollen. So you tell ’em what’s happening—if someone’s come a-visitin’, if a new babe’s been born, if anybody new was to settle or a settler depart—or die. See, if somebody leaves or dies,” he explained, brushing a bee off my shoulder, “and you don’t tell the bees, they take offense, and the whole lot of ’em will fly right off.”

i’m scared now 😭😭😭 what does she mean “go tell the bees that i am gone”?????? i’m freaking out 😭😭

“Your mother loves you. You don’t need to be af—” “No, she doesn’t!” he burst out, and curled up tight, trying to contain the hurt. “She doesn’t, she can’t…I—I killed Henri-Christian. She c-can’t…can’t even look at me!”

oh my god 😭😭😭😭

“So,” he read, and his voice choked suddenly, then steadied. “So,” he repeated, “please, mon cher fils, come home. I love you and I need you to be here, so the new house will be home again.

awwwwww

“I left her howling on her master’s grave.” Something too faint to be a shiver ran over me, and I felt the hairs on my forearms lift, stirring in the warm draft from the fire. I was morally sure that Jamie had put the dog’s master in his grave—and that I was the unwilling cause of it.

ooooof

“You don’t really think that we intend you to be a whore, Fanny?” She heard the incredulousness in my voice, and blinked. Once. Then looked down again. “I’m…not good for anything else,” she said, in a small voice. “But I’m worth a lot of money—for…that.” She waved a hand over her lap, in a quick, almost resentful gesture.

STOPPPPP IM GONNA CRY 😢

I blotted them hastily on my sleeve and pressed the locket closed. Or tried to; it slipped in my fingers and I saw that there was a name inscribed inside it, opposite the miniature. Faith, it said.

omfg what are the odds 😭😭

“D’ye ken what voulez-vous coucher avec moi means?” he blurted. His face had been white and strained but flooded with color at this, making it fairly evident that he knew.

oooooooh

He could hear Aidan sobbing and looked for him. Ian had him, an arm round the boy, cuddled against his side as they sat in the yellow leaves against a fallen log. He saw that Ian had thumbed some of the white paint mixed with bear fat from his own face and streaked it across Aidan’s forehead.

this is so fucking sad 😭😭😭

“Ye dinna stop loving someone just because they’re deid,” she said reprovingly. “I canna suppose they stop lovin’ you, either.”

“Why would ye not go when I told ye, ye scabbit auld bugger?” “He did,” Jenny said, unexpectedly. “He took the men as far as the road and set them on their way. They said so, when they came back to Lallybroch. But then he went back—for you.”

MURTAGH PLZ 😭😭😭

“Will you ask your wife to send a note to Lord John at once, please? Ask him to send his escort as soon as possible. We’re coming with you. I think the printing press might draw notice.”

fergus took one look at that mf and said BYEEEE WE FCKIN OUTTA HERE

“Je ne laisserai pas ça se reproduire,” he said to Marsali, and shoved Félicité hard toward the door, then bent and yanked Joanie off the floor, wrestling her outside as she wailed and struggled.

he’s so traumatized 😭😭😭

Silvia was upright as an oak sapling, fists clenched at her sides and trembling with rage. When she spoke, though, her voice was calm and ringing. “I divorce thee,” she said. “I married thee in good faith, I loved and comforted thee, I gave thee children. And thee has abandoned me, thee has treated me in bad faith and intend to continue doing so. There is no marriage between us. I divorce and disown thee.”

As she should!!!! she ateeeeew

“I—I couldn’t—I couldn’t go back to Philadelphia,” he said, furious. “I was a prisoner—a slave!” Ian didn’t reply to that, but looked deliberately around him—at the house, the woods, and the open road. “I’ll leave ye here. Go with God,” he said, and walked away.

THE SUBTLE SHADE LMAOOO

“One of the many grandsons of your wolf, Okwaho, iahtahtehkonah,” Emily said, with a smile to match her son’s. “We thought you should have someone to follow you again. Go ahead,” she encouraged Tòtis. “Give it to him.” Tòtis looked up at Ian, still grinning. But as he came near, he turned, and holding the puppy up to Oggy said, “He is yours, my brother.”

IM GONNA SOBBBBBB OMFG

“So,” she said, “you named my son for me; let me do the same for yours.” She spoke gravely, in English, and looked from Ian’s face to Rachel’s and back again.

broooooo ill lose it 😭

“Nay, Gàidhlig cursing’s a different thing. It’s…well, ye make a curse for the occasion, ye might say. We really dinna have bad words, but ye might say something like, ‘May worms breed in your belly and choke ye on their way out.’

Insane

“Mein Gott, erlöse uns vom Bösen…”

“Votre ami a besoin d’aide. Le grand Indien,”

William felt as though he’d been kicked in the stomach by a mule, but managed a breath. “Hallo, Ben,” he said flatly.

ONGGGGG TF

He cupped my cheek in one hand and looked at me for a long moment, and I knew he was fixing me in his memory, as I had just done to him. “I dinna think so,” he said at last, soberly. His hand fell away, my cheek suddenly cool where he’d touched it. “But I willna lie to ye, Claire; I think it will be an evil night.”

i’m gonna lose it

“What is strange,” he said as I rose, “is that this man often follows your husband, too.”

franks ghost got zero chill

“He made his choice,” he said, speaking directly to Amaranthus. “I can’t change that. And I would rather have him killed cleanly than captured and executed as a traitor. A good death might be the only thing I still could give him.”

jesus christ bro that’s your son okg these men and their pride jfc

I feel as though I write this farewell with my own Heart’s Blood,

omggggggg written in my own hearts blood mentioned

These were Presbyterians and not given to spectacle. Roger Mac drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, and Jamie trembled as he felt the witness of surrender cleave his heart. Warm drops struck his hands, folded in his lap, but he didn’t care. A murmur of awe and joy rose up from the church, and Roger Mac stood up, his own face wet with tears and shining like the sun.

how sweet

I wondered vaguely whether the profound emotion of ordination normally turned into sexual desire, if the legitimate object of it was at hand…and what young, new Catholic priests might do to express their own elation?

claire’s inner monologue is so real like gee i wonder 😭😭😭

Lord John got up and, coming behind William, undid his hasty plait and rebraided it, tight and neat, before doubling it into a queue and binding it with his own black ribbon. The touch of his father’s hands on his neck, warm and light, moved him.

i’ll cryyyyyy not his papa braiding his hair 😭😭

“Ich tue Euch nichts!”

“Meiner auch.”

But now she saw him plain and saw through his disguise. Both of them. Someone will come. She leaned over and threw up.

it’s fuckin robbbb omfgggg

Seagulls instantly in mind, Grey clapped a hand over his head, then seized the hat and brought it down for inspection. Suddenly his vision went dark and something light tickled his face. Then something exploded in his head and everything went dark.

WHAT RHE FUXK

“He is, however, in London. Fortunately, though, I have additional…testimony, shall we say?—nearer to hand.” He rose and went to the cabin door, opened it, and put his head out. “Come in,” he said, and stepped back to allow Percy Wainwright room to enter.

oh fuck dude it’s a literal gay witch hunt

“You said three things,” I said at last. My voice was hoarse. “What’s the third?” He let go of my hand and opened my fingers, as I’d done for him a few moments before, but his fingertips traced the lines of my palm and rested at the base of my thumb, where the letter J had nearly faded into my skin. “Remember me,” he whispered.

IM GONNA SOB LIKE AN ANIMAL

“Tha gràdh agam ort, mo chridhe,” he said, and was gone.

FUCK

Two crows came sailing down and landed in a nearby tree, eyeing me with casual interest. One noticed the flapping yellow rag and hopped down, pecking at it.

isn’t that a bad omen i’m gonna shit

“Ifrinn!” He jerked, and looked down. The large snake that had bitten him was writhing round his leg in panic, and he flung himself away, kicking out in his own panic. The first bullet struck him in the chest.

IM GONNA DIE

“For…give me…” he said, his voice no more than a thread, and I didn’t know whether he spoke to me or to God. “Oh, Jesus,” I said, tasting cold iron on my tongue. “Jamie—please. Please don’t go.” His eyelids fluttered, and closed.

i will lose my mind over plz he can’t die

“A Mhoire Mhàthair!”

There was a little bottle of sweet oil on the table, too, and I dribbled a bit onto the stone. Jamie was watching this process, still apprehensive. “If ye mean to stick that up my arse, Sassenach,” he said, “I’d be very much obliged if ye didn’t.”

IM CRYINGGGGG WHY WOULD HE SAU THST LMAOOO

Bobby looked down briefly, but his eyes came back to hers. “That’s true,” he said quietly, and leaning forward he reached out to cup his hand lightly around Chastity’s soft cheek. “I reckon you were doing yours.”

STOPPPPPPhes so real ugh

William snatched off his hat and bowed from the saddle. He was breathing hard, his dark hair was pasted to his head with sweat, and there were hectic patches of red across his broad cheekbones. He gulped air, his eyes fixed on Jamie. “Sir,” he said, and swallowed. “I need your help.”

AWWWWWWWW FINALLY THEY GET TO BOND AS FATHER AND SON 😭😭😭