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❛ No matter what they tell you. Raise a GLASS to the four of us—

Tomorrow there’ll be MORE of us, telling the STORY of tonight... ❜

Independent, semi-selective & personal portrayal of LTC. JOHN LAURENS as written & loved by Luna. Historically-based & headcanon influenced. Multiverse, multiship & crossover friendly! {©}

#Historical RP #John Laurens RP #18th Century RP #Hamilton RP #Going to edit this one day to add links to mobile about/rules/verses/tags pages #but not today lol I'm so tired #a huge thanks to Kier for this incredible promo; I love it!

rbcages

how are you so quiet about it? your sadness i mean. how do you hold it in your chest, in your eyes, in your teeth without letting it speak; how does it stay still?

#Even With The World On His Shoulders He Smiled {Self}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

briochebunny

My lil' creation. Homemade blueberry banana bread with lemon zest and poppy seeds. Topped with a light lemon glaze.

#John’s Cookbook {Recipes}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

rpsourcedmemes

Send 🐣 to catch my muse caring for a child

#The default will be his OT3 verse with Alex & Eliza probably since it’s the only verse where he interacts with an infant.#Other verses also have him meet his daughter but never as a baby.#Orders From The General {Memes}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

history-of-fashion

1800 Man’s outfit: coat, waistcoat, breeches

coat of blue clothing, lined with yellow chalons garnished with silfvergaloner; large, smooth steel buttons; breeches of white cloth, lined with white leather

(Royal Armoury, Stockholm)

#Sunlight Passing Through The Leaves {Aesthetic}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

templeait

Hamilton and his HAIR™

Also a rare cryptid aka a blushing unguarded Laurens somebody hold me

#There’s A Hurricane In His Heart {Alexander Hamilton}#The Young Bayard Of The Revolution {Visage}#S; And When You Looked Into My Eyes I Realized Home Was A Person Not A Place {John x Alex}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

history-of-fashion

ab. 1780 Habit à la française (coat, waistcoat, breeches)

(Musée des Arts Décoratifs, Paris)

#Sunlight Passing Through The Leaves {Aesthetic}#Patience is a Virtue {Queue}

anotherdamnrpmemeblog

things that you want to hear.

change pronouns as needed for things you DON’T WANT to hear, click here!!

❝ you’re good enough. ❞

❝ you’re important. ❞

❝ everything’s gonna be okay. ❞

❝ she pulled through. ❞

❝ i forgive you. ❞

❝ i love you. ❞

❝ you’re not alone. ❞

❝ you’re my favorite person in the world. ❞

❝ i’m so glad you’re doing better. ❞

❝ it’s so nice to hear you laugh again. ❞

❝ your laugh is contagious! ❞

❝ you can do this on your own. i believe in you. ❞

❝ you know what i love about you? ❞

❝ i love spending time with you. ❞

❝ i’m here for you. ❞

❝ you’re right. ❞

❝ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❞

❝ you look amazing. ❞

❝ we’re in this together. ❞

❝ you’ve got this! ❞

❝ i missed you. ❞

❝ i did the dishes! ❞

❝ last night was incredible. ❞

❝ if you wanna talk, i’m here. ❞

❝ i don’t understand, but i want to try. ❞

❝ how can i help? ❞

❝ breakfast in bed? ❞

❝ dinner was great. ❞

❝ let me make dinner tonight? ❞

❝ lets go to the park. ❞

❝ thank you. really. ❞

❝ you’re wanted. ❞

❝ i got you a coffee. ❞

❝ can i ask your opinion on something? ❞

❝ there’s my beautiful bride! ❞

❝ i’m the luckiest man alive. ❞

❝ so, i made plans for us. ❞

❝ don’t worry, i’ll take care of it! ❞

❝ go do something for yourself. ❞

❝ i took a day off work tomorrow. ❞

❝ go hang out with the girls tonight. ❞

❝ what do you need from me? ❞

❝ tell me about your day. ❞

❝ i trust you. ❞

❝ i feel like i can tell you anything. ❞

#Orders From The General {Memes}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

history-of-fashion

1770-1790 Man’s suit: coat, waistcoat and breeches

velvet coat and breeches, lined with cream silk, with a waistcoat made of cream silk

(Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery)

#Sunlight Passing Through The Leaves {Aesthetic}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

rp-meme-glaceon

Send "⭐️" and I will compliment a random mun!

#Orders From The General {Memes}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

@quillborn

#Out Of The Field {OOC}

spaacemusings

i found a man, stronger than anyone i know he shares my dream, i hope some day i’ll share his home

#On Your Feet Soldier; The War’s Not Over Yet {Musings}#S; And When You Looked Into My Eyes I Realized Home Was A Person Not A Place {John x Alex}#Patience Is A Virtue {Queue}

@quillborn said: it’s late at night by the time alexander manages to stumble back into camp and up into the room he so often shares with his friend. upon entering, the young aide grins up at john despite his exhaustion, cheeks flushed from pure exertion as he mumbles something unintelligible, pulls a tiny box from the pocket of his coat to hand it across to the other man. ❛ it’s your birthday, john, ❜ he says quietly, fingers tracing the edge of the table somewhat nervously. alexander couldn’t give much in terms of a gift ( he was not well-off, after all ), and he could only pray that john was okay with that. inside the box lies a ring, looped onto a necklace with a silver chain. he skirts around the bed, pulls out a small book from underneath it and hands that across too : a book filled to the brim with knowledge medicinal herbs and various other natural cures, fully illustrated. ❛ i’m sorry it isn’t much, but... i hope you like it anyway. ❜

Usually, John was content to let his birthday pass without much fanfare. He hadn’t truly celebrated it by choice since his mother’s death, as she had always been the one to plan the celebrations in their family; his father and uncle of course wished him well, and gave him gifts even despite him never asking for anything, but it wasn’t the same as trying new baking recipes with Mama in the kitchen, or seeing her face light up as he pulled the new leather-bound book out of its wrapping and saw how overjoyed he was. She had passed a few months before he turned sixteen. He was twenty-three today.

Where did the time go?

It wasn’t that he had consciously avoided telling people his date of birth, he had no reluctance telling them if they asked, he simply rarely chose to volunteer the information. So when seldom few people said anything to him, it barely even registered to him. He was not offended, he hadn’t celebrated since attending school in Geneva anyways, and that was only because his friend group had insisted upon it. He appreciated their efforts, even if he didn’t find them necessary. Night had come quickly, the daily routine remained unchanged despite his being a year older, and the candles burning low in their holders. A part of him was concerned he hadn’t seen Alexander since earlier that evening, not even for dinner, but at this point he knew fretting would only bother the younger man.

The redhead would be back before morning; he was certain because Alexander’s papers were in disarray from McHenry searching for one of his own missives among them that had been misplaced; poor James, he would be dearly missed when Alex realized someone had touched his desk in his absence. So, upon hearing the familiar footsteps coming up the staircase, John lifted his head, intending to greet Alexander, and perhaps inquire on his presumed trip into the nearest town, when he got a look at him, and concern furrowed at his brow. “ Alexander, are you alright? ” he asked, rising to his feet to move towards him; the redhead looked exhausted. He was about to voice this rather obvious observation, when the younger male spoke, derailing his line of thought. “ I... I’m well aware of the date, mon chéri, what is this about? ” The perplexed expression changed to one of wariness when his friend withdrew a box from his pocket.

He appreciated each and every gift he received from anyone kind enough to think of him, but he also knew Alexander struggled with his finances, and so it was utterly unnecessary for him to spend what little he had on John, not when it could be spent better on his own necessities. “ My dear boy, you did not need to go out of your way for me; your company is more than enough of a gift to me. ” he was touched, if still a bit concerned, as he accepted the offered box and opened the lid. Turquoise eyes widened slightly when he realized what it was; a men’s ring, hanging from a delicate silver chain. “ Alexander... ” He’d received jewelry before, of course, watches and cufflinks mostly, but also the occasional ring, from friends and family members on different occasions. This felt more personal somehow, because it was coming from Alexander, and knowing the significance of a ring in relationships of a romantic nature (whether either of them were willing to acknowledge it as such) held an entirely different meaning in most cases. “ It’s beautiful, Alexander. I... I will cherish it always. ” He clasped the chain around his neck, which he assumed was its intended purpose, and felt the ring’s weight against his chest; a warm sensation spread through him.

The Southerner looked up, in order to thank him properly, just in time to see Alexander pull something out from beneath the mattress of the cot they often shared, and froze as a book was handed to him. The illustrated cover image of a chrysanthemum plant stood out immediately, and he realized what sort of book it was. A rush of memories washed over him; days spent wandering the gardens with his mother as she named each and every one of the plants, tending to the injured critters that appeared on the estate, her teaching him the remedies she’d learned from the old countries. John had shared some of these memories with Alexander, but he hadn’t realized the other had paid that much attention when he spoke of his childhood; and he hadn’t realized until that point, but his favourite things in life had been directly influenced by her.

“ Alex... I... thank you. ” John glanced up, blinking hard; his eyes were wet with sudden tears. He swallowed and shook his head, “ Come here. ” The older male stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Alexander, embracing him tightly, shoulders bent in order to bury his face against the crook of the smaller soldier’s neck. “ Le prix et la quantité ne sont rien. Ces cadeaux signifier le monde pour moi. Je vous remercie. ”

#Alexander is a sweetheart I love this~ <3 #Long Post //#Rise Up! {Answered}#S; And When You Looked Into My Eyes I Realized Home Was A Person Not A Place {John x Alex}#@quillborn #V; The Fight Continues

box-of-memes-blog

Reblog if your muse is over 6'0

I see a lot of posts for short muses, but let’s not forget of showing taller muses some love too!

#John is 6’3’’#Even With The World On His Shoulders He Smiled {Self}#Spilled Ink {Headcanon}

I’m feeling a little better now, but I need to eat. It’s 9:40pm and all I’ve really had is a bowl of cereal for dinner. If anyone wants to talk I’ll be on Discord.

#Out Of The Field {OOC}