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I moved to a new blog called xsonnydelavegax

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I’ll reblog this for the next week!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

I won’t be deleting this blog, by the way, just moving.

[iwishmydearlaurens]

It’s up now, the new blog is called @myeyesonthehorizon

[iwishmydearlaurens]

If you guys could reblog this, id really appreciate it! @mavencalorers @chaoslaborantin @queenmareena @lilyharvord this goes for the rest of my followers too!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

A few days left!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I’ll reblog this for the next week!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

I won’t be deleting this blog, by the way, just moving.

[iwishmydearlaurens]

It’s up now, the new blog is called @myeyesonthehorizon

[iwishmydearlaurens]

If you guys could reblog this, id really appreciate it! @mavencalorers @chaoslaborantin @queenmareena @lilyharvord this goes for the rest of my followers too!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I’ll reblog this for the next week!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

I won’t be deleting this blog, by the way, just moving.

[iwishmydearlaurens]

It’s up now, the new blog is called @myeyesonthehorizon

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I’ll reblog this for the next week!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

I won’t be deleting this blog, by the way, just moving.

[iwishmydearlaurens]

It's up now, the new blog is called @myeyesonthehorizon

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I’ll reblog this for the next week!

[iwishmydearlaurens]

I won't be deleting this blog, by the way, just moving.

[iwishmydearlaurens]

Hey, next week, I'm moving to a new blog! I haven't created it yet, but as of next Friday, I won't be using this or my art blog anymore. Once I create the blog, I'll post my new url!

I'll reblog this for the next week!

[poetsandwriters]

“There are studies that show that fiction in particular builds empathy—that when you read about characters who don’t look or live like you, you begin to understand them a little bit better. You understand what makes you similar and how vast the differences are, and it helps you to be a little bit more compassionate toward people who are different from you. Right now it seems like—not just in America, but around the world—we need a little more empathy.”

—Gene Luen Yang, in the March/April issue of Poets & Writers Magazine (2017)

[theinkstainsblog]

When people ask why representation is important…

[sonofhistory]

do you have anything on alexander hamilton's views on slavery? i'm kind of trying to figure out which argument I support for it. I've read duel: alexander hamilton, aaron burr, and the future of america by thomas fleming (a book I would recommend if you haven't read it) which had some non-biased ideas on his opinion, but I want to know other facts about it too.

There are many people out there who will proclaim Alexander Hamilton a staunch abolitionist but- they are well exaggerating what they are saying. Hamilton was an abolitionist, yes. But he well chose other prospects of American future more than freedom of slaves. 

Some use the fact of Hamilton’s upbringing in St. Croix instilling him with hatred for the brutalities of slavery. He was surrounded by the slave system growing up. When Hamilton was a child living in the Caribbean, his mother Rachel owned five slaves. When Rachel died, Alexander in her will was given two slaves. But even as a young teen his ideas were already shaped, he held a outrage for slavery. Memories of his West Indian childhood left Hamilton with a settled antipathy towards slavery. 

Hamilton offered fresh ideas on the use of black soldiers in the American army. Hamilton endorsed his  boyfriend John Laurens’s scheme to implore congress to raise a light infantry force composed of five thousand black soldiers to defend his providence. Hamilton, like Laurens believed that raising black soldiers was the essential ingredient to an American victory in the South. His radical views were quite advanced for the time. 1779, Hamilton wrote a letter to his friend John Jay, the president of congress. “I have not the least doubt… that the Negroes will make very excellent soldiers…”, some believed that blacks were, “too stupid to make soldiers.” He challenged such biased thinking, “natural faculties are probably as good as ours.” He wrote that Americans needed to overcome racial bigotry. His main idea though was the fact that if they did not use black soldiers then, “the enemy probably will.” Unfortunately, this plan thought of by Laurens and Hamilton never pulled through. 

Hamilton supported giving slaves their freedom if they joined the Continental Army because he believed it was in the best interest of America, not because he wanted to free slaves. After the war, Hamilton even endorsed an act that would secure that slave owners would be compensated for their run away slaves. 

Hamilton also married into a slave owning family, he married Elizabeth Schuyler who was daughter of Philip Schuyler, a New York politician and slave owner. His disdain towards slavery comes into question that if he truly disliked the institution, then why did he marry into a slave owning family? Someone opposed to slavery might have trouble marrying into a slave holding family, but it did not bother Hamilton. It most definitely was not because he was in love with Elizabeth Schuyler, as evident in his letters to John Laurens and many others. His marriage into the Schuyler family have created complications in his stand on slavery. Eliza had direct contact with the Schuyler slaves. Hamilton and his wife Elizabeth owned one or two house slaves as evident in his papers. 

Hamilton conducted transactions for purchases and transfer of slaves on behalf of his in laws and as part of his assignment in the Continental Army. Hamilton intervened to retrieve his in-law’s slaves. 1784, his sister-in-law Angelica wrote to her sister Elizabeth explaining that she wanted a slave, Ben. Hamilton wrote to the Church’s business over-seer to help them win the slave back. Hamilton deducted money from Church’s account for the purchase of many slaves. 

He one of the first to join the New York Manumission Society. It pushed for the gradual end of slavery in New York and the immediate termination of the slave trade within the state. But, in the New York Manumission society- nearly all members owned slaves. Hamilton was one of the more radical members, proposing many explicit ideas to abolish slavery that never went through. The manumission society even tried freeing a slave named Sara who Hamilton embarrassingly found out that it was owned by his brother in law John Barker Church. The Society said that people should free their slaves, not that they should have to free their slaves.

Angelica and her husband even urged Hamilton to buy slaves for them before their return to New York. There are references to slaves that he bought in his checking book in 1796, 1797 and well before 1795. But, Hamilton himself admitted that masters deserved to be hated by their slaves. 

You must look at if from another prospective as well, Thomas Jefferson was opposed slavery, but he is most definitely not considered an abolitionist because he owned slaves. Hamilton, in a way- must be regarded with this as well- he married into a slave owning family, made no major moves to stop slavery and he himself owned slaves. 

Now what do you think?

Sources: (x) (x) (x)

[sonofhistory]

It’s a great day to remind you that Jonathan Bellamy/Aaron Burr were just as gay as John Laurens/Alexander Hamilton.

[scottbaiowulf-deactivated201805]

Male writers writing female characters:

“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”

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IT’S 2 AM AND I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING

[historical-nonfiction]

During the Great Depression, abortion rates in the U.S. rose dramatically when pregnancy threatened a woman’s job.

[yargaery-deactivated20220420]

ALSO MARIA REYNOLDS PROTECTION SQUAD AH

well im torn between maria reynolds protection squad and aaron burr protection squad idk i might change it shrug

[mariareynoldsdefensesquad]

Not entirely sure of the context for this, but I’m all for both…

[midnigtartist]

So yeah, this is a thing that’s happening

To be eligible:

-You have to be following me

- Like this post

- Have your inbox open so I can get in contact with you if you win

You can reblog this as many times as you want, but please don’t spam your feed!

I’m gonna be running this contest through the next 2-3 weeks. The cut off day is May 13 at 9 pm Central Standard time.

First Prize wins a fully color drawing, including a simple background, up to two characters included. 

Second Prize is a simple colored drawing OR a fully shaded sketch, again, up to two characters

Third Prize is a colored icon OR a traditional sketchdump, sketchdump can have up to two characters

If you win, you’re receive a message from me in your askbox the day following the contests end, May 14th with more information

Thank you all so so much for all the support over the past year! And good luck!!!!

[midnigtartist]

ONE MORE WEEK!!!

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THREE MORE DAYS!

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ONE MORE DAY!

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new ask meme: send me a present emoji 🎁 and i’ll respond with a random out of context image i have on my computer

[lovequinn]

DO IT PLEASE I HAVE THOUSANDS OF IMAGES SAVED

[sonseulsoleil]

my aesthetic is Mike Faist going the fuck off on the broadwaycon panel when the moderator said that Connor was a “bad guy” and laying down that deep and complex characterization, and pointing out that we all have good and bad in us, and that’s kind of one of the main themes of the musical

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Eye Candy - Chapter One

Ship: marliza (Maria Reynolds x Eliza Schuyler)

AU/Time Period: modern time, au where the whole world is black and white until you touch your soulmate

Warnings: Light swearing, threatening behavior, harsh words

Word Count: 2,568

a/n: @puns-and-fics hello this is roadblock anon speaking and i have finally revealed my identity. you told me to tag you in my fanfic, so here i am. i hope y’all enjoy my work :) (also, my computer would not let me as a “READ MORE” button so i SINCERELY apologize for the long post)

Eliza had a bad habit of holding her breath in crowds. It had gotten to the point where she couldn’t control it- she’d just be walking through a big, people-littered area and just forget to breathe. It had started when she was little and her older sister, Angelica, had told her to be careful in crowds, because if you somehow walked past your soulmate and brushed hands, you would see color- but not know who your soulmate was. So, Eliza found herself walking without breathing, her arms always tucked close to her body. She didn’t want to risk it.

Eliza stuck her hands into the pockets of her light gray pea coat and blew wisps of dark hair out of her face as she walked. It was cold, and in January, and her hair never liked to stay in its ponytail. Eliza pressed her lips together uncomfortably as she shouldered past people. She was on her way to work, and even though she could drive, walking was a way Eliza could clear her head.

Eliza reached her stop. She pulled the key out of her purse and unlocked the door, marching softly up the stairs. She started to unbutton her coat as she turned through several hallways before finally reaching her room. The room was small, but had floor to ceiling windows on one wall. Music posters covered most of the free walls and sheet music covered her desk. Eliza slipped her coat onto the rack in the corner and sat down in one of her plush chairs. She grabbed the guitar case that was sitting next to her and pushed it into her lap and unlatched it. She pulled out her favorite guitar. Eliza loved the shininess of the gray color and the feeling of these strings under her fingers.

Eliza’s students were always a bit late. She didn’t mind though. She made a living, and she loved teaching. Today was Sunday, and today’s student was always late. No matter what.

So, Eliza started strumming on her guitar and sang softly under her breath. It was a song she had been working on, but nothing had been solidified.

“That sounds amazing, Ms. Schuyler.” Eliza stopped playing and looked up at the new voice. Her face broke into a wide grin.

“Alexander!” Eliza exclaimed, setting her guitar down so she could hug Alexander quickly. “Thank you! It’s just something I’ve been working on in my spare time.”

“Well, it sounds awesome.” Alexander smiled, taking a seat in his own cushioned chair next to her. “Any luck on your soulmate?”

Eliza sighed. Alexander knew all about Eliza’s soulmate fears, concerns, and problems. Eliza didn’t pick a favorite student, but if she did, it would be Alexander.

“None,” She drummed her fingers on her knees. “Whoever he is, we just haven’t met. And not to mention all the factors that could mess it up and the stories I’ve heard and-”

“Eliza.” Alexander interrupted. He gave his teacher a reassuring smile. “It’s gonna be okay. You and him are soulmates. Meant to be. It’ll all work out in the end.”

“Whatever you say, Alexander.” Eliza grabbed her guitar and plucked a few chords.

“I know what I’m talking about.” Alexander replied, tightening his own ponytail before grabbing his guitar.

“Just because you met your soulmate when you were four years old doesn’t mean you know what you’re talking about.” Eliza smirked playfully.

“Look,” Alexander began defiantly. “It wasn’t my fault. He touched me first. When I was four, all I wanted to do was be single and eat Pizza Rolls for the rest of my life.”

Eliza snorted with a burst of laughter, playing a few more notes on her guitar. “Are we actually going to start the lesson or are we just gonna sit here and talk?” Eliza raised one eyebrow at him.

“Fine, fine.” Alexander rolled his eyes and looked down at his instrument. “Wanna play What is This Feeling? For practice?”

“Gotcha.” Eliza started the song, humming the lyrics as Alexander quickly joined in.

—

“See you next week, Alexander!” Eliza waved as he stopped at the door to wish her goodbye. “Don’t forget to practice.”

“When don’t I practice?” Alexander wrapped a quick arm around her in a hug and stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth, making Eliza laugh. “I’ll see you next week.”

Eliza watched until Alexander was halfway down the hallway and then shut the door to her room quietly, turning back to her chair. She kept strumming on her guitar. Eliza usually stayed in this room for hours, just to see if anyone showed up to register for lessons.

Eliza had begun to sing when she got distracted by loud shouting in the street below her. She gasped and got up, setting her instrument down and rushing to the large windows. She looked down into the road and saw a girl, about Eliza’s age, yelling furiously at the man next to her. Eliza couldn’t make out many details, but they were loud enough that Eliza could hear from a story up.

“Maria, I told you not to make a scene!” the man yelled, grabbing the girl, Maria, by the arm. She yanked her arm out of his grip.

“I’m not making a scene! You’re the one who’s forcing me into PDA. I told you enough, James!” Maria yelled back. Even from up there, Eliza could see James ball his fists. That’s when Eliza threw open her door and sprinted down the hallway and down the stairs. She could still hear the shouting when she pushed through the door and into the cold January air.

James was in an even more threatening position than before. His fist was closer to Maria’s face, and she was backing away from him rapidly. He wouldn’t let her get away.

“Leave her alone!” Eliza grabbed James’s arm and tried to yank him away from the other girl. James whipped on her, snarling ferociously.

“Oh, and what are you gonna do about it, dollface?” James snarked. Eliza was stricken with fear, backing a few steps away. She glanced at Maria out of the corner of her eye, trying to tell the girl to get away while she could.

“G-get away from me. Just l-leave her alone.” Eliza stammered bravely. “Leave her alone.”

“Who even are you?” James stepped closer to Eliza. “Why do you-”

“James.” Maria grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from Eliza. “Stop it. She’s not in this. This is between you and me.”

“Fine,” James growled, glaring at Eliza. He pressed a hard, ugly kiss to Maria’s lips. “I want you home at eight.” And then he stalked away. Eliza could imagine the black smoke pouring out of his ears in anger. Eliza turned to Maria, who, now up close, Eliza could see was very pretty.

Her eyes were shiny and soft, even with the skin under them darker than the rest of it. Her lips were big and dark freckles covered her nose and cheeks. She sighed in relief once James was gone. She locked eyes with Eliza.

“You okay?” Maria asked, smiling breathlessly.

“Yeah. You?” Eliza tucked one hand into the pocket of her jeans. “He looked like he was about to punch you.”

“He wouldn’t. Not in public at least.” Maria took a deep breath. Eliza’s throat clenched. Not in public?  “I’m okay.”

“You sure?” Eliza furrowed her eyebrows. Maria pulled her lips into a smile, trying to reassure Eliza.

“I’ll be okay.” Maria said.

“Is he your soulmate?” Eliza asked tentatively. Maria shook her head, scratching her shin with one foot.

“Definitely not. We dated for a while, but the color never showed up but he won’t let me go.” Maria looked down. Eliza chastised herself for making her uncomfortable. She was quite the people-pleaser, and hated making someone any less than happy.

“Oh.. got it.” Eliza looked down too, messing with her hair nervously.

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” Maria laid a hand on Eliza’s shoulder as a gesture of comfort, but as soon as she did, they both gasped loudly. Eliza quickly pulled away from Maria’s touch, her jaw dropping to the ground.

The world was color. Eliza was in shock. Her shirt… that was blue. Maria covered her mouth with her hands, staring at Eliza.  

Eliza couldn’t remember what the name of the color was that Maria’s eyes were, but it was beautiful.

Suddenly, Eliza was swamped with a nauseating feeling.  She stepped away from Maria, holding one hand to her stomach. Her breathing was shallow.

“Y-you’re a girl,” Eliza stammered. How was her soulmate a girl?  She was straight. Soulmates could be friends, right? Eliza couldn’t have a female soulmate.  She wasn’t gay. Her head whirled.

“And you’re hella cute in color,” Maria breathed out, lowering her hands to her sides.

“O-oh my god,” Eliza pulled at her ponytail, dragging it over her shoulder nervously.

“Is everything okay?” Maria reached forward to grab Eliza’s hand, but she backed away.

“I’m so sorry to be rude, I just… I didn’t imagine my soulmate would be a girl.” Eliza cringed, plainly hearing how rude that was. “I’m… I’m straight, so… I don’t know how this is gonna work.”

“Oh.” Maria’s mood immediately dropped and she looked down. “Yeah. I get it. It’s cool.”

“I’m so sorry,” Eliza frantically tried to patch up her mistake. “I, uh… I’ll see you later, I guess.”

Maria nodded and Eliza rushed back into the building, running up the stairs and into her room, breathing heavily. She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it. She pulled the hair tie out and ran her hands anxiously through her hair. Eliza glanced at herself in the wall mirror. Her face was flushed, and her hands were clammy. Eliza took a deep breath and sat back down in her chair, taking her guitar. She tried to piece together a song, but her fingers were trembling too much to play. Eliza’s breath caught in her throat when there was a knock at the door.

“Ms. Schuyler?” The voice on the other side said. Eliza took a few deep breaths.

“Come in,” She put on a big smile. The door opened, and her next student walked in. He was James Madison. He had only been taking lessons from Eliza for a few weeks, and kept it a tight secret, but Eliza didn’t mind. James’s friends didn’t really like Eliza, so the fact that she was teaching him had to stay quiet. It was alright, though. James was a good listener, and he had a calming air about him.

“Hey,” Eliza said in relief, smiling for real. “How’ve you been? Have you been practicing?”

“Honestly, not much.” James gave her a guilty smile and sat down.

“No shame.” Eliza grinned, pushing the fact that she could see color to the back of her mind as well as she could. “You ready to start?”

“Of course.”

“Alright. Warm ups. Repeat after me.” Eliza smiled and cleared her throat. “I’m going down to the bottom of the sea.”

—

Eliza burst through the front door of her house, still blown away by all the color. Her heart pounded against her chest. “Angelica! Peggy!”

“Yes?” Angelica spun around in her swivel chair to look at Eliza and Peggy poked her head into the room. Eliza stopped for a moment, taking in the color palettes that made up her sisters. It took her a moment to remember what she wanted to say.

“I can see color.” Eliza said bluntly. Angelica’s jaw dropped, and Peggy bunny-hopped into the room.

“You met your soulmate?” Peggy shrieked giddily. Angelica beamed. She had found her soulmate years ago, but Eliza and Peggy had never met him.

“Unfortunately, yes.” Eliza sighed. She looked down at her boots, which she now realized had light blue laces and the stars on the heels were silver.

“Unfortunately? Did something happen?” Angelica frowned and cracked her knuckles.

“My soulmate’s a girl.” Eliza took off her coat and sank into the couch. She untied her shoes and threw them across the room, tucking her legs onto the cushion. “And last time I checked, I was straight.”

“Ah, there’s the dry sarcasm,” Angelica moved and sat down next to her sister. She took Eliza’s hand and started massaging it. “Just talk to her. Work through it, Lizzy. You’ll either fall in love or have a new best friend for life.”

“I don’t want to fall in love.” Eliza protested weakly.

“Don’t sweat it.” Peggy flipped onto the couch. “You and this girl will figure it out and you two will have happy ever after whether you’re makin’ babies on the way or not.”

“Peggy!” Angelica scolded. Eliza buried her face in her hands and Peggy shrugged. Angelica took Eliza’s hand and started massaging it again. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just silly. Now, tell us what she looks like.”

Eliza quickly described Maria, from her curly hair down to her long legs. Eliza kept rambling on and on to her sisters, trying to piece together what she had learned and what she could see.

“I wish I could see color,” Peggy sighed dejectedly.

“You will one day, Pegster.” Eliza kissed her little sister’s head.

“I know.” Peggy whined. “But I wanna see it now. You and Angie can see color and apparently it’s so amazing, but I’m last, like I always am.”

“Oi.” Angelica swatted Peggy’s shoulder gently. “Don’t talk like that. You’ll see color and fall in love eventually just like the rest of the world. Don’t stress it. It’ll be worth it.”

“Whatever you say, Angie.” Peggy rolled her eyes. Angelica laughed, moving from one of Eliza’s hands to the other.

“So what am I gonna do…?” Eliza asked nervously. “I can’t just… suddenly become gay and hook up with her the second I see her again.”

“I was never suggesting that you do that,” Angelica replied calmly. The eldest sister always had a way of handling her sibling’s problems better than her own. “Stay friends with her. And if you never feel romantic attraction to her - then stay friends. There are a few soulmate pairs where they just stayed friends and it worked out fine.”

“You sure, Angie?” Eliza fiddled with her small, peridot necklace.

“Yes, Lizzy.” Angelica sighed exasperatedly, setting Eliza’s hand down on her lap. “It’ll be fine.”

“Alright.” Eliza laid her head on Angelica’s shoulder. “I’ll see if I can find her tomorrow. Get her number and see if we can talk.”

“You met your soulmate and you didn’t get her number?” Peggy slapped Eliza’s shoulder lightly. “What kind of romantic are you?”

“A helpless one.” Eliza muttered and Peggy giggled.

“Listen to Angelica, Lizzy.” Peggy ran her hands through Eliza’s hair. “You and this Maria chick will do fine.”

“I believe you.” Eliza smiled. “Now, are you gonna let me get up or just trap me here forever?”

“Promise not to be rude to Maria, and I’ll let you go.” Angelica said sternly.

“I promise.” Eliza said exasperatedly, pulling away from her sister’s grasp. She waved at them as she walked up the stairs to her bedroom. She collapsed onto her bed and hugged her pillow to her chest, sighing. She stared at all the colors in her room, still trying to remember the name of the one that matched Maria’s eyes.

a/n: yo yo yo i hope you enjoyed! reblogging/liking sincerely helps me tell if you liked it, so please do so. thanks for reading! :)

[puns-and-fics-has-moved]

OHMYGOODNESS ROADBLOCK ANON YOU ARE SO TALENTED

[sonofhistory]

Someone: Angelica Schuyler was a feminist! Me: Actually she wasn't, Burr was. Someone: Alexander Hamilton was for immigration! Me: Actually he wasn't, Burr was. Them: BAHAHA buRR DIDNT HAVE IDEALS uwu nice try sweaty Me: Actually he did, Hamilton was just an ass.

😭👏👏