#needarighthandman

[ratherbedivisivethanindecis-blog]

+ @needarighthandman​ ( ✒️ )

“.......I know you wanted to see me, Sir, but just let me say... none of this was my fault.  I kept my mouth shut as long as I could.  Which...was pretty damn ...darn...long, considering.  So, whatever you’ve heard?  Jefferson started it.”

[seencolder-blog]

for @needarighthandman because they liked this post.

      ❛ ah, general washington! ❜ toni greets, walking over to him. she has a glass of champagne in one hand, a metallic red and silver clutch in the other. ❛ how are you, sir? ❜

[theladyofmountvernon]

@needarighthandman

It was an unseasonably beautiful day in April, so Martha found herself out of doors in the fresh air. She walked along the grounds of Mount Vernon, admiring the plantation. It was strange, she thought, being married again.

When she had agreed to George’s proposal, she liked him, of course. He was handsome and amiable, flirtatious and teasing. But it had been closer to a strategic choice than one born out of passion. He was respectable and wealthy enough that, between the two of them, her children would never want for anything.

George was away on business for the first time since their wedding. She tried to not miss him. It had been two years since her first husband died, but she had loved him, she had been happy to be the mother of his children, and missing George felt like betraying Daniel. 

She was just turning back to the house when she heard the sound of a carriage driving up. Her heartbeat quickened, and she tried to keep her steps measured as a smile spread across her face.

“I thought you wouldn’t be home for another week!” she said in greeting.

[timefought-a]

[ @needarighthandman ]

         “--look, I can explain.”

   No, she couldn’t. She couldn’t explain why she was in a stranger’s house in the middle of the night, with her large bag on her back, dressed like a wild thing that had just wandered in from the woods from the woods -- which she had, although it was less straightforward than that.

[howyousay-oh-anarchy-blog]

needarighthandman

oldestandthewittiest​

laurxns

ask-j-madison

“Ah, mes amis! ‘ow lovely to see you all once again. I insist you not be strangers! ‘ow you say, ‘hit me up?’”

[semigiantjimmy]

No one really knows how the game is played

Hey remember this post about this other amazing post?

Well now we have the modern Hamilton dork squad playing mario kart in color! Enjoy :)

[ogtine]

needarighthandman replied to your post://still needs a Hamilton verse bc Hamilton is...

((YES COME TO THE DARK SIDE WE HAVE COOKIES AND A SOUNDTRACK THAT PLAYS NON STOP))

//NO BUT YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE MOMENT I SAW YOUR COMMENT HISTORY HAS ITS EYES ON YOU STARTED PLAYING AND IT’S FATE THIS IS FATE

[semigiantjimmy]

No one really knows how the game is played

I completely blame Hamilton (a new American musical) and this beautiful post for this attempt at drawing modern day Hamilton figures playing Mario Kart.

Stay tuned for the cleaned up version one day :)