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I feel like this conversation must have happened at some point
Qui-Gon: I swear the millisecond they cut this braid off I will nEVER CUT MY HAIR AGAIN
Mace Windu: I'm telling them to shave mine off, I'm so sick of having this thing
Qui-Gon: you would look like a sunburnt bith if you shaved your hair
Mace Windu: you would look like a mangy wookie if you grew out your hair
Both: ...
Both: ... chaLLENGE ACCEPTED
Oh my god I can totally see this happening 😂
Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit
Alexander: What would you do if I was kidnapped?
Laurens: Nothing. I’d just wait for thirty minutes until they let you go voluntarily.
Ooooh shots FIRED!
Hello! I loved those Lin hcs! If it's okay with you, I'd like to request some Jack the Lamplighter ones
Hello ! I’m so glad you liked them ! It’s still new to me but I’m having fun writing those ! And for Jack, YES, because he’s a favourite.
You met in the park.
➔ you weren’t lookin where you were going
➔ he wasn’t either.
➔ it was love at first sight.
He’s so nervous around you yet so smooth.
➔ like he’ll blush like crazy if you kiss his cheek
➔ or if he sees you in a new dress.
➔ he stares for too long when you smile.
➔ he once walked into a lamp post when you blew him a kiss
He’s sweeter than honey.
➔ he buys you a balloon or a flower when he can
➔ he always kisses your cheeks
➔ because he says they’re so soft.
➔ calls you “the light of his life.”
He takes you to the best places to see in London.
➔ you love to hop on his bicycle with him and go on an adventure.
➔ he makes a picnic at the park the most magical thing in the world.
➔ he always brings you with him when Mary is around.
He tends to stare at you when you’re not looking
➔ because you’re so beautiful
➔ he can’t believe you’re his.
➔ when did he get so lucky ?
His friends adore you.
➔ they taught you how to speak leerie.
➔ without telling Jack.
➔ so he was quite surprised when he heard you the first time, but pleased.
➔ they always look after you
➔ when Jack is working and you’re walking downtown, they make sure that you are safe.
But when he gets comfortable with you, he’s such a flirt.
➔ he calls you sweet names
➔ he twirls you around on the pavement
➔ and shot you a charming smile he KNOWS you can resist to.
He sings a lot.
➔ Like,a lot.
➔ But he likes it better when you sing with him.
➔ the first time he heard you sing, he felt starstruck.
The dancing➔ so much dancing➔ when you’re at home.➔ or in the streets.
He’s always there when you need him.➔ always➔ he’ll always be you home. And you’ll always be his.
I want to write a fanfic about this. But my writing sucks so nope
Alexander, taking a math test: ....
Alexander: What the fuck is this shit?
Meeeeeeee!
Like seriously
Burr: Washington, who is a grown man and a decorated general, someone who strikes fear into the hearts of many Redcoats, just whispered: “Oh, this is going to be so efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough his guts out when it blew back in his face.
Caught Up (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)
Summary: You decide to explore Monticello during another tedious political gala in search of the rumoured library it houses. You just really weren’t expecting to get caught by the host of the party, your father’s rival, Thomas Jefferson. Warnings: Explicit language & alcohol consumption (everyone is 21+) Word Count: 4573 A/N: I wrote this instead of the one hundred other things I need to do. Feedback is appreciated, as always.
“ALEXANDER, my love, can we please leave?” Eliza says, her tone borderline pleading, “You know how it looks when the Secretary of the Treasury and his family are late to such an important party. Besides Y/N and I are ready to go.”
“Yeah I’m ready,” You say, not bothering to look up from the book that’s balanced in your lap.
“I don’t know why Washington was so insistent we go to this fucking party. Fuck Thomas Jefferson and fuck Monticello.” Alexander replies almost instantly and you stuggle to contain your smile.
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To those of you living in the US
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I don’t care if you’re a Book-Booker enthusiast, a Bernie Braveheart, a Warren Honor, a Yang Get it Gang, or a Biden Status Quo for the billionaires. (Not gonna mention the rest cause this shit is exhausting.) Just, for the love of everything: vote. Vote with paper ballots. They don’t have a paper ballot and only the machine? Use the machine then.
DO NOT STAY HOME. Get out and vote cause this moron thinks he deserves no EARNED a third term. And if he wins a second time, he will be even more reckless.
So vote for your rep, your senator who is up for re-election, your governor, your state reps, your state judges and PRESIDENT. Vote in every election because it affects your freedoms and the many luxuries you have.
For those of you who are seventeen: fun fact, some states let you vote in PRESIDENTIAL elections. Check your state and see if they allow it.
And anyone that says: my vote doesn’t count! Bitch, the only reason we are on the brink of WW3 is cause we all voted in the midterms. That wasn’t a happy accident. We need to keep up this momentum.
We all deserve a future.
If you like Hamilton the Musical, you know how hard our founding fathers did their best to create a democracy. It’s not perfect, but we the people have a voice. USE your VOICE.
VOTE.
(And yes, I will scream this until voting day)
All I ask is that you register to vote. I know, I know. Tumblr is meant to be fun and whatnot but I refuse to be silent.
People are being detained at the border, kids are in cages, the standard safety guidelines for basic necessities are being stripped, we are paying 8,000 dollars more in healthcare and so on. This shouldn’t be normal. It’s terrifying.
(If you are not from the US and don’t want to see this, use your filters to block #uspolitics)
I can’t afford to Aaron Burr this. I have to Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan and Lafayette this shit.
TL;DR VOTE YOUR HEARTS OUT. There.
And if you don’t live in the US but want to help? Keeping tell us about single payer, education as a right, and more policies that we don’t have.
GOVERNMENTS ARE CREATED TO PROTECT AND SUPPORT THE PUBLIC NOT THE OFFICIALS AND THE SELECT FEW WHO CAN PAY FOR THEM.
So what did we learn?
Vote. Your voice matters.
In 1912, Teddy Roosevelt was shot just before giving a speech.
He began with: “Friends, I shall ask you to be as quiet as possible. I don’t know whether you fully understand that I have just been shot; but it takes more than that to kill a Bull Moose. Fortunately I had my manuscript - I was going to make a long speech - and there is where the bullet went through, and it probably saved me from it going into my heart. The bullet is in me now, so that I cannot make a very long speech, but I will try my best…” then kept talking for 1.5 hours before finally agreeing to seek medical attention.
(Source, Source 2)
Lee Scoresby after Lyra steals his bacon:
should i be mad and sad at myself for literally being horrible and not writing and essay and saying all about alexander hamilton and it not being that long cause i’m tried and i have to turn it next period and just finished my exam like i think it’s okay but also i’m sorry alexander hamilton would not be proud and probably yell at me but i do love writing i just am tired and such but he wrote like 53 pages for the federalist papers and now i feel i have failed him so i’m sorry but EXAMS KILL ME
Anon you should be proud of yourself. I’m proud of you. And Alexander Hamilton would be grinning from ear to ear to hear how you completed an essay and an exam in a short amount of time.
I know for a fact Alexander Hamilton would not scream at you, he would be proud of you that you wrote an essay after a stressful exam. That bitch would be 110% impressed with you—just as much as me. Anon, don’t be so hard on yourself. What matters is that you did it and you got it done. Do you know how hard it is to be a writer? I stare at the ceiling for hours trying to come up with ideas. Writing is hard.
Also Alexander Hamilton wrote 49 essays in six months but that’s because he had to deal with a bunch of dipshits who couldn’t write their name on snow let alone on paper. (Can you imagine if Ben Franklin wrote them? No offense to Ben but that bitch would put a dick joke in the papers....legit....) This bitch (Alexander Hamilton) also advocated for children to have childhood to enjoy for his own kids to have—that he was robbed of. He did want his kids to be well educated but not enough that it killed them. He wanted his children to succeed, not bleed.
Anon, I wish you the best of luck on all your finals and hope you know I’ll be thinking positive vibes to send your way. Do your best to prepare and be ready to eat the exam. (Please do not eat the exam paper, your body will be angry at you.)
Thank you for this lovely ask anon! I hope it goes well and I hope I hear from you soon. Best of luck to you with exams!
(The sane applies to everyone else going through exams. Best of luck!!)
Hamilton wrote... the OTHER FIFTY-ONE!
Don’t reblog, take a screenshot and re-upload it but tag it with all your OTPs
I DONT WANNA BE THAT PERSON
BUT AT THE START OF THE TRAILER FOR IN THE HEIGHTS. USNAVI IS ON A BEACH, THE BEACH I PRESUME TO BE IN THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC. S O DOES THAT MEAN THE ENDING FOR IN THE HEIGHTS THE MUSICAL IS BLOWN OFF, MAYBE USNAVI STEPS UP TO VANESSA AND DOESN'T GET THAT SECOND DATE AND SAYS "aw fuck it im going to the carribean new york sucks."
The “that was my wife who you decided to fuuuuu…” part
reblog if you agree
John: We are all Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel ceiling
Washington: Explain?
John: Stressed...broke...
John, staring at Alexander: gay.
we’re such good friends/coworkers that people think we’re together and i was really tired and agreed with them and now they think we’re together and i’m so embarrassed can you just go with it? Jeffmads or if not Lams? Please?
A/N: ANON IM A TERRIBLE PERSON IM SORRY IM SUCH A DINGUS I hope you like it anon. AGAIN IM SORRY!
Summary: We’re such good friends/coworkers that people think we’re together and I was really tired and agreed with them and now they think we’re together and I’m so embarrassed can you just go with it? Please?
....
Let’s be friends
Let’s be friends
Let’s be lovers friends
...
James isn’t 98% of the details but he’s pretty sure that since he’s been three years old, Thomas Jefferson has been his best friend. They spent summers milking cows, racing the dirt track and taking his mom’s jars and filling them with lightning bugs.
Now, they spend their freshman year of high school writing college essays and attending track practice. Thomas, bless his heart, finds time to play the violin and write poetry. Meanwhile, James Madison Jr. can barely keep his eyes open.
His US History is droning on and on about Daveed Digg’s importance to writing the Declaration of Independence and how important it is. James, is fighting the urge to succumb to the summer cold as he feels his eyes grow heavy with each second. He’s halfway to falling asleep on his desk when a pencil pokes him in the cheek.
It does the trick and he glares at Thomas as he sliently laughs at him. Yet, he can’t help but shake his head at him. The rest of the class, he’s fighting the urge to grin at this boy, of all people.
...
However, in his trig class, Thomas is not in this one and it’s James by himself. And while trig usually excites him, he only got four hours of sleep*. And as he’s drifting off, some juinior decides it’s the best time to engage him in conversation.
Some juinior with a voice. “Hey James, are you and Thomas a thing? You’ve been together for like, what, ten years? Right?” They say, excited.
Normally, James would have said: “Mind your business.” And they would leave him alone, until the next time (probably the next time Thomas smacks his butt). But James is falling asleep and the quickest way to get someone to shut up is to give one word answers. Also, in his defense, he thinks they’re asking him if Thomas are hanging out cause if so the answer is—
“Yes.”
...
Let’s be friends
Let’s be lovers friends
Let’s be more than friends
...
James somehow dozed off during the first ten minutes of trig but thanks to the sounds of desks scrapping the hard tile floor, he wakes up to a flurry of student activity. He winces slightly before rubbing his eyes. His teacher, Benjamin Franklin, thankfully, is telling everyone the project that is due at the end of class.
Thanks to the foresight he had to read one chapter ahead (unlike SOME people), based on Mr. Franklin’s instruction, he’s able to get to work. He’s almost focused enough to hear the whispers of students but he forces himself to remain focus.
Thankfully, as he predicted, he’s able to finish right before the bell dismisses them. He grabs his books, ignoring the whispers of his older classmates. They’re just jealous you got done early, he assures himself. Right?
...
It isn’t until lunch with Thomas that James is confronted by why everyone seems to be staring at them. As he sits down to greet him, Thomas has an eyebrow raised and a smirk. Before James can say, hello, Thomas beats him to the punch:
“Hey James, I hear we are a thing since we were in diapers?” Thomas’s laugh is infectious and James would be leaving if his face wasn’t so red. “Like, does this mean our anniversary is homecoming or—“ Thomas is full blown cracking up and James groans loudly.
“Thomas.” He’s expasterated as he’s never been before because it’s hitting him why everyone is whispering and staring. Thomas stops laughing before cracking a dazzling smile at him.
“Yes, Jemmy*?” Thomas asks, sweetly, like he’s not smirking at him as a devil would.
James shoots Thomas back an eye roll before huffing to himself. He runs his hands through his hair before remembering his hair will stick out in all directions. He quickly slides his hands down his jeans to wipe off all this sweat. He sighs, knowing Thomas silent but probing air will not be clear until he confesses.
“I kinda, well, sorta, you see.” James take another deep breathe before composing himself. “So, I was falling asleep in trig and someone decided it would be the perfect time to ask me if we were dating. And I thought they were asking about if we were friends and stop laughing it’s not funny!” James sputters as Thomas dissolved into laughter.
It’s several minutes before Thomas shakes out of it. During Thomas’s laughing spell, it seems everyone has their eye on them even closer than before. James can feel his face turn even redder and warmer. He ends up putting his gaze down, for some reason he feels so many emotions at once. It’s frieghtening and he doesn’t like it in the slightest and—
“Hey.” James looks up to see Thomas in closer proximity. It hits James that Thomas is here for him, despite this stupid, dumb mistake and yet...
James clears his throat. “Thomas, I have a favor to ask,” he begins. Thomas quips an eyebrow at him with a teasing grin. James takes a deep breathe:
“Would you mind playing along? Just, we can figure out the rest. I figured this way people can at least stop all this staring.” James can’t help but gesture wildly at the sea of students who are eyeing them up.
Thomas looks at him softly, like James might shatter into a million pieces. He smiles and nods.
“Why not. Let’s do it.”
...
Dating your best friend, as it turns out, is a little bit different. For example, James had known Thomas to be quite handsy. Even as friends, they use to hold hands while walking home. Now, it’s a little bit different
Thomas has his big (warm) hand in James left Jean pocket as they walk down the hall, together. Thomas is practically glued to his side that their teachers aren’t letting them work together (because apparently they are “corrupting the student body” or whatever that means.) but it’s a small price to pay when Thomas kisses his cheeks for greeting.
It seems to James that everyday, Thomas is kissing closer and closer to the corner of his cheeks. James can’t help but feel like he wouldn’t mind if Thomas kissed his lips....
And maybe a little more...
...
Let’s be lovers friends
Let’s be more than friends
Let’s be boyfriends
...
A/N: I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME REBLOGS WITH REVIEWS BECAUSE AS YOU ALL KNOW: I’m a sucker for that. Thanks anon for the request!
I neeeeeeed! Please please please write more of that (your writing style is awesome btw)
One from Thomas POV and a continuation from James POV, pretty please with a cherry on top?
Anyway, that is all, continue with your day;)
