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the DELIVERY
Shakespeare would write this
THAT’S THE BITCH FROM THE TAKING OUT THE TRASH VIDEO
That Thor voice fuckin’ one-shotted me
Jared, 19, is the king’s half brother?!
jared,19 the bastard prince who cannot read
“the only thing I’m curious about is boys”
corrective action
be the change you want to see in the world
His name is Onur Albayrak! Here’s the story.
Hurriyet Daily News reports that Albayrak had been hired to photograph the July 5th wedding at Turgut Özal Nature Park in the eastern Turkish province of Malatya. On the day of, when he noticed that the bride-to-be didn’t look like an adult, he asked the groom her age and learned that she was only 15.
“The groom had come to my studio some two weeks ago and was alone,” Albayrak tells the Daily News. “I saw the bride for the first time at the wedding. She’s a child, and I felt her fear because she was trembling.”
Albayrak then reportedly refused to continue as the wedding photographer and attempted to stop the wedding.
The argument soon turned physical when the groom attacked him as he was attempting to leave, Albayrak says. The photographer ended up breaking the client’s nose in the fight, according to local reports.
Albayrak confirmed the reports in a Facebook post, which has been met with widespread approval, attracting thousands of Likes and hundreds of overwhelmingly positive comments.
“I wish this had never happened, but it did,” Albayrak writes. “And if you were to ask me if I’d do the same thing again, I’d say ‘yes.’ Child brides are [victims] of child abuse and no power on earth can make me photograph a child in a wedding gown.”
The legal minimum age for marriage in Turkey is 18-years-old for both sexes, and child marriage is punishable by imprisonment for men who marry underage girls. Despite being outlawed, however, child marriage is still prevalent in the country and remains a controversial political issue.
[Source] – go read the rest!
this guy is a hero.
btw - let’s remind ourselves, americans, that unlike turkey, in the US the legal minimum age for marriage is only 18 in two states. in alabama, you can be married as young as fourteen years old if you have “parental permission”. in california, you can get married under 18 if you go to counseling, have a parent with you when you apply for the marriage license, and appear before a judge. in some states, there isn’t even a specific minimum age for marriage.
the minimum marriage age for girls in new hampshire is 13 years old.
48 states allow child marriage.
child marriage is not an “over there” problem, it happens right here, legally. any one of us might find ourselves called upon to break somebody’s nose if we encounter something like this occurring. we also have a responsibility to support groups and laws trying to end child marriage in this country.
And often times, it’s not a child marrying another child. It’s a child marrying a much older person.
Please remember that child marriage is NOT an “over there” or “not here” issue. It’s just not as talked about in the USA.
How exactly is child marriage “a controversial political issue” anyway, ffs?
if you dont have me on facebook you are probably not missing out on any posts but the comment section is important too lmao
I went to the Renaissance faire dressed as a warrior. I had a real sword with me, too. I was standing (in character) next to a sword-fighting ring, where kids of all ages got the chance to pick up a sword and challenge the champion. Some woman walks by, with her little girl. The girl starts walking towards the ring, saying she wants to fight. But the mom pulled her away hella sharply, and was like, “That’s for boys.” You don’t want to be a BOY, do you?” And the girl looked around and saw me. I think she thought I was a boy; I had my hair in a ponytail, and was wearing a hood. So she comes up to me and asks me, “Do you think girls can be fighters, too?” And her mom looks like she’s silently gloating. Like she thinks I’m going to say no. So I take off my hood, untie my hair so that it flows freely, and kneel before her. And I’m like, “Milady, anyone can be a fighter.” I swear, the look on that mother’s face made my day.
This post was good but then it got better
Okay, this is a slight topic diversion, but in response to the above comment. I’ve volunteered at the CT Ren Faire for years now. For the last 5 or so I’ve worked in the game section, and we have a game similar to the above comment called “Smite the Knight”. I’ve been in the ring before, it’s a ton of fun getting to run around with the kids. The main goal is entertainment. Have a good shtick, keep the crowd engaged, and let the kids have a good time.
In both work and observing, I have learned something about kids. A lot of parents try to get their boys to go fight. Of the young ones that do, they tend to be shy. You get the ones who just swing the boffer swords around with no regard for life, but, mostly, they’re reserved. It’s adorable. I mean, they’re kids.
But the girls. THE GIRLS. Holy crap. I swear, the pinker the dress, the more taffeta and glitter…the more intensity. I remember, the first year I worked there, one girl came in, grabbed the biggest sword she could, and WENT TO TOWN on our knight. Lifted it over head, let out this primal scream and mowed him down. Homeboy is 6′2″, she was FIVE. And once he was in the fetal position (He was fine. It was for show.) on the ground, she stopped, put her foot on his chest, and yelled “I AM A FIERCE PRINCESS!!”. Later in the day when she walked by a couple of us yelled “Ah! It’s the fierce princess!” and she stopped and flexed. It was the best, and I will never forget that girl.
OH MY GOD IT’S BACK YES
This has improved since last I reblogged.
I taught karate for like 5 years, and the girls were always, pound for pound, better than the boys. Even the girls who didn’t really want to do it and were only there because their parents made them were better than like 95% of the boys.
I was playing fiddle at a ren faire, and two little girls were really enjoying our set. After quite some time one of them walked up to me and shyly offered me her star tinsel tiara, because she “didn’t have any money. And this protects you from trolls!” I said “Thanks, that’s really sweet – but what about you? Don’t you need protection from trolls?”
At which point this six-ish-year-old girl whips out her certificate from the axe throwing booth and says “Nah, I’m fine.”
I still have that tinsel tiara. It’s draped over my modem. I figure it’ll protect me from the most trolls that way.
I am not in the habit of reblogging a post and slapping an “it got better” on there BUT I SAY GOTDAMN
I GET TO SEE SUCH LEGENDARY POSTS IRLL
the happiness i feel may be just a bit of an overreaction
I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.
holy shit
I’ve posted this before, but it’s always worth re-posting.
i have no words…
Because everyone needs this on their dash
Me @ me: “Hey maybe don’t draw the entire first season of YOI from yakov feltsman’s perspective. That will take weeks and you’re an adult with a life”
…I did it.
Bonus:
Loosely based on this post.
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Is it too early to start reblogging this or?
Its never too early to start reblogging this
I love how one set was not enough for him
Just a warning, I will be reblogging this every time I see it for the next week.
#I DON’T THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH I LOVE ZUKO AND HIS CHARACTER ARC
My favourite thing about this, is that he goes back to his father, and holds him accountable for his actions. He’s thought he was in the wrong for years. That it was his fault he lost his honour. To see him come to this understanding that he was a child and his father was the responsible party was amazing.
I can’t even think of any other animated kids shows where the abuser is called out on their abuse as openly and directly as he was in this show. And don’t even start me on the importance of them showing that a male child can be the victim of abuse by a male parent. That’s a demographic that so often gets brushed aside and they get told to “man up” or in this case “act like a Prince”. And Zuko gets to stand up and say “I AM a Prince. You’re the one who was wrong”.
I also wanna talk about the framing here. When Zuko says “It was cruel!” they don’t show the left side where you’d be able to see his working eye, they show the burned one, what his father did to him.
I just love this show so much OK?
...So...Coffee Cups and Leather Jackets has been getting a lot of attention lately 😳
Did...Did you guys want me to continue that??? Cause...I could.
Where and How to Find HDDice
Lately the Chinese dice manufacturer HengDa Dice (HDDice for short) has been coming out with some amazing new products! I would say their level of innovation, as well as their recent popularity at game shops, puts them equal with Chessex, who I’ve always considered the polyhedral dice gold standard. But, they can be somewhat hard to track down because many shops rebrand them with their own names and product lines. So with that in mind, here’s a few shops (but certainly not all of them) that sell HDDice:
Die Hard Dice (US)
The Dice Shop Online (UK)
Yi Meng on Amazon
Dark Elf Dice (US)
The End Games (US)
Kraken Dice (US)
Libris Arcana (Canada)
The Dice Place (UK)
Furore Dice (UK)
Dragonheart Designs (Canada)
Bryce’s Dice (US)
Dice Crate (US)
Many of these sell mostly or only HDDice, but some include other brands as well. If they have an “own brand” section it’s likely HD. Sometimes the only solution is to do some legwork and start scrolling through their categories, though. If all else fails, I find that searching the color of the dice I’m looking for is a good start. Happy dice hunting!
Todays biggest clowns is the state of Germany for going through to shut down all their nuclear powerplants by 2022 and playing right into atomphobia and what the coal and natural gas giants want
Hey hey... fuck nuclear power.
okay smooth brain
Yeah bro we should totally get rid of the closest thing to clean energy humanity has ever achieved instead of trying to improve and perfect it
The only reason nuclear waste exists is because we have literally never updated out 1940's designs. We still use crude uranium-and-water reactors, which are grossly inefficient. The only reason those spent fuel rods remain dangerous for 10,000 years is the fact that 90% of it is still enriched uranium.
At Oak Ridge National Laboratory, from 1965 to 1969, we operated a Molten Salt Reactor. Because the nuclear fuel, thorium, is dissolved into a liquid fluoride salt, this class of reactor can be immune to meltdown.
If the safety system ever loses power or the core ever overheats, the molten salt will simply melt through a plugged drain and the bottom and pour into a shielded chamber, where it cools and solidifies. It's walk-away safe.
Thorium doesn't need to be enriched for use as a nuclear fuel. We have vast stocks of it already mined, because it's considered a waste product of heavy metal refinery. It's more common than uranium ore, it's safer to mine, and it's not good for building nuclear weapons.
Sadly, that's why thorium-fuelled MSRs didn't become the standard. Every nation wealthy enough to build reactors wanted to use uranium because it could also build nuclear bombs as a Cold War deterrent.
We're now less interested in bombs and more interested in the high efficiency of thorium MSRs. The longest lasting waste isotope they produce is Cesium-137, with a half life of only 30.17 years. After only 300 years, it's less radioactive than natural uranium ore.
Unlike boiling water reactors, thorium MSRs operate at very low pressure. Any leaks can be patched easily because there wouldn't be an explosive decompression.
The liquid salt is stable under intense heat and radiation, unlike water, which can break down into highly flammable hydrogen gas.
Best of all, the thorium fission cycle is long and complex. It can be used to make breeder reactors, which produce more fuel than they need to operate, or waste burner reactors, which can run on "spent" uranium.
We could meet 100% of US electrical demand with zero carbon emissions, using only the thorium we already have mined, for 1,000 years at current levels.
Those reactors could be literally meltdown-proof, useless for bombs, and consume existing nuclear waste.
This literally solves every problem associated with nuclear power, and it was proven to work back in 1965.
Solar and wind are great, but we can't store that power without batteries made from volatile, toxic rare earth metals like lithium. Those batteries are expensive, dangerous, and demand a lengthy carbon-emitting refinement process.
If you still argue against nuclear power knowing all this, then you're willfully ignorant and you're part of the problem.
Thorium Dream (30 min. documentary)
Thorium advocates talk for 6.5 hours
Kirk Sorensen makes free market case for thorium on the Tom Woods podcast
Survival Myths That Could Do More Harm Than Good.
I….they out here trying to kill us with these myths!!!!
May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨
10 of Pentz came thruuu
Omg this actually works!!! Thank you 10 of Pentacles!!!
I could seriously use this money right now….
Please give me my refund of 400$ soon…
I feel obligated to reblog this every time it shows up in my dash
No bragging, just 100% floored and grateful. Work hard, maintain a positive attitude, and believe that anything can happen.
So I reblogged this exactly a week ago because I thought it was funny and uh lo and behold, a family friend wrote me a big ol’ check just to help me out of a tough financial spot AND my bank refunded me $32 for fees they’d originally taken out. SO UH YEAH. Reblogging this again in hopes that it brings equally good fortune to my followers.
Sure why not? Jobs bring in money and prosperity…
I NEED TO FIX MY CAR DOOR
It fucking WORKED.
Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg2
So this is the other half of the Maribat Masterlist since Tumblr doesn’t allow very very long post. Will update the list when I have time. Guys, tell me if I missed anything and I’ll add it to the list. (Updated: Oct 22, 2019)
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Coffee Cups and Leather Jackets pt. 7
Hamilton Modern Au Hamilsquad x Reader Thomas Jefferson x Reader PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7
Summary: After finally getting away from ‘The King’, You decide that maybe it’s time you talk to Jefferson about his own interests in you. Meanwhile, the Hamilsquad decide to come up with a plan to get Y/N at The Blue Coats. Washington confronts them.
You had been sitting through dinner with these three imbeciles for about an hour and a half, and you could feel your self-control slipping. Within that hour and a half, all Sam, Charles, and George had discussed a range of things from how the school should stop accepting lower classmen as they only tarnish its ivy league reputation, to insulting the Hamilsquad, to simply talking about their classes. Throughout these discussions, George’s hand seemed to be restless on your skin. It went from your shoulder, to hand, to your knee, before finally resting on your thigh. You didn’t like his touch, but you played along.
“What I don’t understand is why, despite being the smartest and most powerful man in the school, we’re still not liked by the student body. Hamilton humiliated me in front of the entire student body when I was giving my proclamation on how the student body should be behaving and how we should be treated. He called me a dog!” Samuel whined putting his head on the table.
You sighed, growing tired of being submissive, and turned to him. “Do yo-you ever think th-that m-m-maybe it’s for that very reason that pep-uh-people disrespect yo-you?” They all went quiet and looked at you. You shrunk back into George’s chest shyly. “I-I-I mean, p-people don’t like, um, like being t-to-told what t-t-to do. People like the H-Hamilsquad believe in f-freed-dom, and th-that people should be a-b-ble to be them s-s-selves n-no matter who th-they are or wh-where they come f-from. So of c-course it’s going t-t-to upset th-them if you outright oppose them. Inst-stead of working against their be-believes, you n-need to allow them t-to pr-prove themselves wrong. Th-then provide th-them the resources to see th-things yo-your way. “
Charles rose a suspicious eyebrow at you. “Are you saying that our King is wrong? He is never wr-”
“Oh do shut up, Charles.” George cut him off as he stared ahead thoughtfully. “ So you’re saying I should let them go, have their independence, and let them realize just how much they truly need me when their alone and complaining of their own?” You nodded, and he hummed in agreement as he smiled down at you. “I suppose that is what happened to you, isn’t it? I gave you a little more space than usual, and next thing I know, you’ve come to senses about those scum and now your here with me.”
Huh. You hadn’t thought about it that way. You, of course, knew that wasn’t the case, but simply nuzzled deeper against his chest. You could practically feel him grin as he began to run his fingers through your hair.
“Y/N has a point, boys. This strategy would take much less time and energy and we wouldn’t have to use our sources through the school as much.” You slightly narrowed your eyebrows at this but said nothing. George brought his fingers under your chin and smiled at you. “I always knew you would be of great value to us, Y/N. You’ve only been part of the group for a day and already your slipping into your role by my side.”
A chill ran down your spine at his words. You didn’t like his tone or the way he was looking at you right now. You needed to end this.
You smiled up at him. “Thank you, my King, it's good to know that at least someone appreciates me.” You then let out a subtle yawn and glanced down at your watch. “However, as wonderful as this day with you has been, I’m exhausted and-”
George sighed and chuckled. “Of course, I completely forgot. You have English with Mr. Green tomorrow at 8pm.” You felt your blood go cold slightly. He knew your schedule, apparently, he knew your history, and he no doubt had more knowledge on you as well. This means that this man knows more about you than anyone except your family. You didn’t like this. George seemed to pick up on your confused fear and ruffled your hair. “Don’t look like that, it wasn’t too hard to find out your schedule. Just a matter of pulling a few strings within the administration's office. Your information is safe with me.” He snapped his fingers and signaled for everyone to rise. “Come on, we’re taking Y/N back to their dorm. They have a midterm to study for.” The more he talked the less at ease you felt.
He wrapped an arm around your waist as you were leaving. “You know, if you need help, Samuel is majoring in English. I mean, not that your grades are slacking, they’re stellar actually. But Samuel is our communications and English expert, I handle all the business and sciences and Charles...” He paused for a moment before sighing. “Well Charles is trying his best, but he’s loyal; I’ll give him that.”
After that, they did as promised. George got the driver to bring them to your dorm and kissed your hand before you left. “We’ll save you a seat at our table at lunch, Darling. Be sure to be there.” His words were final and left no room for you to say otherwise. He then flashed you a bright smile and waved as the car pulled away.
The moment it was out of your sight you let out a huge breath as all tension left your body. “Well, that was fucked up.” You mumbled under your breath as you entered your dorm.
As you entered the comfort of your bedroom, you reflected on the past week or so.
You finally confronted your shitty friends on their shitty behavior and dumped their asses
You met Jefferson and his friends on the same day. Which, to be honest, it was kind of creepy, but you were too sad and lonely to notice at the time.
And finally, you just went on the equivalent of a date with your long term stalker as per Jefferson’s request and am now scared to leave your dorm lest you be followed by his perverted ass.
When had your life become so dramatic? When had you allowed it to become this?
The image of a magenta leather jacket flashed in your mind. Jefferson. Looking back on your first interaction with him, it all seemed staged. There were similarities between how he treated you at that moment and how George treated you when you pretended to be in that same situation. They both desired to manipulate your pain to get what they wanted. They both seemed to have extensive knowledge about you, George more so than Jefferson.
Was it possible that Jefferson was hiding things from you? Aaron had briefly mentioned that he had been obsessed with you at some point.
But why? What so interesting about quiet little Y/N? Why did both Jefferson and George, arguably two of the most powerful students on campus, deem you worthy of their attention?
Just thinking about all of it gave you a headache. You’d deal with it tomorrow, for now, you had to sleep. George was right about one thing, you had class in the morning and if you didn’t want to be a sleep-deprived zombie you had to go to bed now.
You curled up under the covers and allowed sleep to overcome you.
***
At the same time, across town, the Hamilsquad was entering The Blue Coats.
They were exhausted. Ever since they had seen Jefferson and Y/N at the cafe a couple days ago, they had been working non-stop to come up with a plan to get them back. However, nothing seemed to be good enough.
Laurens plopped himself onto the nearest bar stool and slumped his head against the counter. “What are we going to do?” He groaned.
Alex scoffed and joined him. “There’s not much we can do with Jefferson spewing non-sense in their ear.”
Herc shook his head as he took his seat. “No there’s got to be away. I mean she just met Jefferson. She’s known us for over a year and a half. Yeah, we fucked up, but the fact of the matter is that she knows us.”
They all turned to Laf as he silently sat down staring intently at the counter. Alexander rose an eyebrow at his behavior when suddenly he was hit with an idea.
“What! Laf is friends with Jefferson. He can get inside information for us.”
The Frenchman sighed and looked up. “I do know him, but we’re not quite friends. More like he did me a favor once and now I owe him once.” He narrowed his eyebrows as he turned to them. “What confuses me is Jefferson never does anything without a reason. Everything is planned out and done with precision. So what does he want from Y/N?”
As they asked themselves this question, Washington appeared from the back and seemed to relax at their present. “Ah, boys! I was hoping I’d see you tonight.”
Hercules smiled at him. “G. Wash! What’s up? It has been a while since we’ve last been in.”
Washington batted off the welcome and looked at the with an air of authority and seriousness. “Can any of you contact Y/N? They were here earlier tonight with some...questionable company and didn’t seem entirely at ease. I want to make sure that they’re okay.”
The boys glanced at each other as Alex let out another groan of frustration. “I know! They’ve been hanging out with that no good Thomas Jefferson and-”
Washington frowned at his words. “They weren’t with Jefferson. Although that makes me worry even more. I trust that man about as far as I can throw. But no, they were here with that nasty little shit George and his posse. I offered them an angel shot, but they denied it. The whole thing just felt off.”
The entire Hamilsquad felt their blood run cold. Y/N hated George. He was a stalker, creepy, and possessive. He had been trying to get his grimy little hands on them since the moment he saw them. They had always been there to protect them though, always there to stop it.
Why would they go out with George willingly? Why would they put themselves in danger like that?
“Oh Y/N,” John whimpered out. “What have you gotten yourself into?”
Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets Pt 6
Coffee Cups & Leather Jackets Pt 6
Hamilton
Modern AU
King George iii x Reader
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7
Summary: After an agonizingly long day with ‘the King’, you begin to realize this really wasn’t the best idea. Also, Washington is a total hero..or well he tries to be
The car ride was… awkward to say the least. Well, at least it was for you. Sam seemed to be happily talking away; bragging to George about whatever task he had recently done. And then there was George himself. He had an arm wrapped confidently around your shoulder and seemed to be glancing at you every other minute with a creepy smile on his face. It reminded you of a cat’s grin after it had finally caught its mouse. You knew that you probably should’ve been paying attention to whatever Sam was talking it about, it could have some of the information that Thomas needed, but you were too consumed in your thoughts.
“Hey,” George whispered beside you. You glanced over at him, unsure of what to expect. He chuckled and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “relax. You look like someone’s about to murder you.” He chuckled and took the opportunity to move in closer to you.
On the inside, you could feel your skin crawling up your spine but you knew that pulling away wasn’t an option. You gave him a soft smile and nuzzled into his chest. “I guess I-I just haven’t ha-had anyone to-to c-care for m-me in a long ti-time. Espec-cially not from someone as kind or handsome as you.”
He sighed in contentment and moved his hand down to your waist. “I’m just glad you finally came to your senses and allowed me to help. Trust me, Y/N. You won’t regret this decision.” Oh, boy was he wrong. You were beginning to regret it already and you haven’t even gotten to dinner yet.
The car came to a stop in front of a local restaurant, ‘The Blue Coats’. You were honestly surprised considering that the place was decently priced and was for casual dining. You had gone there multiple times with the Hamilsquad, so you had never imagined the famously rich and stuck up ‘King’ George would attend a place for ‘commoners’.
You heard him snort from beside you. “Please, don’t look so surprised. Although my tastes do tend to be a little more high end, I know that you are more on the timid side and don’t like extremes. I’m willing to sacrifice my taste buds to a mediocre meal for your comfort. I told you I would take care of you Mouse, and I meant it.” You were shocked by his thoughtfulness and could feel a genuine blush rise to your cheeks. George stepped out of the car and offered you his hand to help you out. You politely accepted it and followed him, Sam and Charles into the restaurant; trying your best not flinch at the fact that your hand was still in his.
You felt yourself instantly relax at the familiar setting around you. Candlelight reflected against the dark wooden floors and bar as well as the navy blue walls. People of all backgrounds, sexualities, and ethnicities talked and got along as one. In this place, no one was above the other with the exception of the bartender of course. This had been the first place that the boys had taken you once you met.
Laurens practically kicked the door open as he entered the restaurant with a huge grin. “WHAT TIME IS IT?!” He shouted out.
A crowd of people, including the rest of the squad, instantly cried back. “SHOWTIME!! SHOWTIME!!” Before the room broke into laughter.
You looked around the room in shock. Never before had seen a place where people seemed to get along so well. It felt as though no one was left out. You couldn’t help but giggle along with the people around you. Hercules gently led you over to an empty booth as the boys all piled in.
Lafayette gestured for a waiter as Alex leaned against the table with a shit eating grin. “So Y/N. You should know that in this sacred place known as Blue Coats, there are no secrets. Everything is out in the open, and no one is judged for what they say.”
“It’s true.” Herc quickly interrupted. “I once drunkenly stated that I fucked horses as well as three women at once before chugging an entire keg, and actually had a guy pat me on the back for it.”
You gave him a side glance as Alex continued. “With that being said, tell me,” He looked you dead in the eyes with a scarily serious expression. “Who is Y/N L/N?”
The rest of the squad was now looking at you with youth like curiosity. You began to feel uneasy under the pressure of their stares and took a deep breath. “I grew-g-grew up in a sm-small town. Everyone kn-kn-knew everyone and f-for the most-t part-t, everyone l-loved each other. Now-Now, there wer-weren’t very many n-new p-people in this town, not very many-ny young families. So w-when my parents and-d I moved there, it w-was like suddenly the entire t-tow-town was my family. I was overwhel-overwhelmed with love and s-support. As a kid, I was very con-confident and daring. I’d climb t-trees and go on adventures-ures in the woods and s-such. There was one old c-couple who called me the pirat-te in the t-town since my moms and I had made this awesome soapbox go-cart-t that-that um looked like a pirate ship. There w-wasn’t a single soul that I didn’t t-talk to or t-try to get t-t-to know.” You smiled at the memory.
Lafayette frowned at tilted his head at the information. “If d’at is de case, why are you so shy now? Qu’est-ce que passe?”
You gave him a sad grin and shook your head. “I’m af-afraid that y-you have t-t-to know me for more th-than one-day t-to unlock the b-backstory.”
Before the boys got to respond, the waiter came over with a grin and welcomed the boys as though they were old friends. The squad ordered and decided to respect your wishes and carry on with the evening.
“Y/N?” George waved a hand in front of your face in an attempt to catch your attention. “You seem a little dazed. Don’t tell me you suddenly don’t like it here? You used to come here with that group of hooligans all the time!”
You cautiously narrowed your eyes at his words. “H-How do y-you know that?”
Charles snorted. “Anyone who knows the Hamilsquad knows that this is their favorite night hangout. And as King, it is George’s job to know everyone business.”
A glimmer of curiosity ran through you at that. This was most likely what Thomas was looking for out of George. It seems like he could be a threat to his little Mafia. You needed to know more.
You flicked your doe like eyes over to George who was sitting beside you and pouted a little. “I-Is th-that what th-this is? Get-Getting to kno-know my, um, my business?”
He laughed and placed a hand on your thigh as he leaned in towards you. “No, definitely not. We already know all kinds of things about you, my dear little mouse. I must say that you are quite an interesting one. So no, this is simply us showing you what you’ve been missing all along.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead as the fingers on your thigh began to trace small circles into your skin. Your breath hitched as he let out a low chuckle. “Don’t worry, love. Unlike your old friends, we won’t hurt you. You’ve been through enough in your poor little life haven’t you?”
You felt tense in his hold. Both Sam and Charles were watching you with those same terrifying smiles from earlier. George must have noticed your fear and sensed the doubt flooding into your mind. He grabbed your chin and forced your eyes to meet his. “Your secrets are safe. Like I said, I like you Y/N. I’ve been waiting for you to see that your safety and happiness would be in much better hands with us.”
You tried to force your heartbeat to slow down, as you took George’s hand into your own and held it. “Of c-course.” You began. “It-it was foolish for me to-to um think other w-wise. How-however I c-can’t help b-but be c-curi-curious just how all th-this information is f-found. I mean,” You took his hand, pressed it to your cheek and allowed yourself to lean against. You opened your eyes and looked at him in what you hoped appeared to be nothing but innocent curiosity as you smiled. “A p-person does have th-their um secrets.”
For a moment he looked like he was actually going to tell you. He opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted as Charles cleared his throat and gave George a sharp glare. The king let out a quiet huff before turning to face you again. “That is something that you don’t need to worry yourself with, at least not yet. Leave that to Samuel and Charles, they are our messengers after all. But you, my sweetness, are at the right-hand side of the King, making you royalty.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as a strange, yet eerie, fire ignited behind his eyes. “It’s best you forget about it for now.”
All heads snapped up at the sound of a loud cough. Standing at the head of the table was George Washington, the bartender and owner of this fine establishment and a good friend of yours and the Hamilsquad. You were confused by his appearance since he hardly ever left the bar. “Good evening, I will be your waiter tonight, what might I get you?” You continued to stare at him as the boys ordered and he half-heartedly wrote down their answers. Eventually, he got to you, and his entire demeanor softened a little. “Nice to see again, Y/N. It’s been a while. You’re doing well I hope.”
You nodded shyly. “Good as alw-ways.”
He glanced at the boys around and picked up the notepad again. “And what can I get you tonight? You seem a little tense, maybe an angel shot to help calm you down.”
With that, you instantly knew what this was all about. He thought you were here against your will and that the boys around you were here to harm you. You see, after watching too many people be hit on by clueless bastards, Washington came up with the Angel Shot. It was a code word you could subtly order if you were scared and uncomfortable and neede to get out of a situation. Washington didn’t like George in the first place. His father was a rich businessman who had been trying to buy and tear down the restaurant for years. So seeing you here with him tonight, after hearing you complain about him so many times in the past and seeing him all over you, he must have assumed the worst.
You made sure to make eye contact before shaking your head.b “I’m al-alright George. I’ll just have a w-water and som-some fries p-please.”
Sam scoffed from across the table. “Really? You’re going to order fries from this joint? They’ll most likely be coated with grease, and you don’t need the extra calories.”
“Samuel!” The King tsked, causing the smaller boy to instantly pull back. “That was extremely rude.” He paused for a moment before frowning. “However you are right. I’m sure our sweet mouse had enough calories for the day while they were baking at work.” He turned to Washington with a straight face. “Change their order to a small caesar salad, please. I’m the one paying after all, so I do get a say in this.”
Washington glanced at you as if to say one of two things: 1. What the hell are you doing here with these idoits? 2. Are you sure you don’t need the shot? You gave a gentle shake of your head causing him to sigh in defeat. “Will that be everything?” George quickly dismissed him and returned his arm to around your shoulder. He began another conversation with Samuel, this time on proper manners even if what your saying is right, while you sighed. You knew you weren’t going to be getting any more information out of him and his touchiness was beginning to bother you. This was going to be a long night.
Why So Sad -Part. 2
Hamilton King George iii x Reader PART 1, PART 2 Summary: Not happy with how you still seem to refuse to give into his charm, George pulls out a couple of tricks.
For the following two months, the King tried relentlessly to convince you to side with the monarchy. He invited you to dinners and walks through the garden. Each time he’d start off friendly, and attempt at small talk by asking about your hobbies, or interests. But eventually the topic would slide back over to colonies, and he’d talk about them as if they had just broken up with him from their long-term relationship. At this point, you’d always step in and try to remind him that they had their human rights, and simply wanted to free. This, of course, led to him yelling, and you shouting something about your father coming to get you soon, and that the colonies would never stop fighting.
God, how George hated the fighting, but at the same time it sent a thrill through him. The sight of you red-faced with a wildfire lit behind your eyes was like something he had never witnessed before, something truly gorgeous. No one had ever resisted him in person before, and he found it rather intriguing and found himself growing more, and more curious about the girl behind all that fire.
King George groaned as he slammed his head against his desk. “I just don’t know what to do with her, Grisby!” He complained to his secretary. “It seems that the colonies truly are getting closer to victory by the day, and Y/N is still clinging to their beliefs. There has to be some way to keep at least one of them with us.”
Grisby rose an eyebrow at his majesty’s behavior as he watched from the doorway. “If it’s not out of my place to say, Sire, why do you care about this girl so much?”
The king snarled and glared at the tall thin man. “Care for her?! HA! Don’t make me laugh Grisby, I am trying to wallow. I don’t care for that woman, I just think that it’d be hilarious to have the General’s own daughter turn against him.” He sighed and placed his head in his hands. “But he raised her well. She’s strong, persistent, loyal, and confident. As long as there’s a chance that he’ll come to get her, she won’t give in.” Just then George had an idea; a very cruel, and twisted idea. A psychopathic grin climbed onto his face as he chuckled.
The secretary watched worriedly as the King’s excitement grew. This couldn’t be good. “What is on your mind, Sire?”
This only set the man into another fit of laughter. He spun around in his chair and rose to his feet. “We’ll make her believe that he’s not coming! We’ll snuff all of that sickening hope straight out of her!! Oh, this is brilliant! Grisby!!!” The secretary jumped at the sudden call of his name. “Get your quill and paper!” George rushed over to his desk and ripped through the stacks of paper until he found what he was looking for. He grinned down at the sight of Washington’s signature below him. He slammed the letter down onto the desk that Grisby was now sitting behind. “Write exactly what I say, and make sure it’s in his handwriting… “
You hummed to yourself as you walked through the increasingly beautiful halls of the royal palace. You had recently been granted the freedom to venture through the building on your own. It was, no doubt, another attempt by his royal pain in the ass to win you over, but you still appreciated it. You probably would’ve exploded if you were locked in that room for another day, so you were thankful for the new freedom.
A slam echoed through the halls as you entered the office area. You looked up to see the King storming out of a large, luxurious room with a panicked, tall man scurrying after him. “I won’t do it, Grisby! Send in more men, double the cannons, the guns! We’ll blow them out of their so-called ‘country’!”
“But sire, if we send in more men than we’re more likely to lose more men than the number of lives that we take. It’s too risky! It’ll only lead to unnecessary bloodshed.”
The king scoffed. “Then it’s a good thing they signed up for a war, and not a pillow fight!” The other man gasped, as he quickly tried to catch up with George, leaving the office doors behind them.
You glanced curiously at the two and frowned. Something big must have happened, and by the sounds of things, America was winning. With one more cautious glance at the fading men, you crept into the office and gently closed the doors behind you.
The once clean, and luxurious office was now a disaster. Papers and broken object were thrown around the room in a whirlwind of chaos. You knew that it would be impossible to find the letters that held the information you were seeking in this mess and settled to finding ones from your father instead. You scanned through the never-ending mountains of paper until your eyes fell on the red seal of Mount Vernon. You grinned and grabbed the letter from the top of the letter, quickly scanning it for any updates on the war. You felt your heart sink into your stomach as you saw what it really read.
King George III,
I must say that was a bold and rather dirty tactic that you’ve tried by kidnapping my daughter, but it won’t phase me. It’ll take more than losing a mere girl to shake me from the path of freedom. You can have her, and please feel free to do whatever you please with her. She was never much use to me anyways. I hope you’re ready for a fight because that’s exactly what you’re going to get. Try harder next time.
General G. Washington
Tears rolled down your cheeks as you re-read the letter over, and over again. It had to be a joke. There was no way this could be true. But looking down at the seal, and the signature there was no denying. Not only was your father not coming for you, but he had given you up completely and left you in the hands of this madman. You thought that he loved you, he and your mother had always told you that you were the most precious thing in their lives, that they would never trade you for anything. Had it all been a lie? Had the war really changed your father that much?
You were so engrossed in your self-pity that you didn’t hear the door open, or the sigh that King George gave as he saw you. “Y/N, you know that you are not permitted to be in here. If this is what you’re going to do with your freedom than I’m afraid-” He stopped himself as he heard the small whimpers coming from your mouth. “Y/N?” He noticed your body trembling, and ran to catch you just as your legs gave out beneath you. He ran a hand through your hair and whispered calming phrases as your body shaking with sobs. “What’s the matter, my dearest? What’s wrong?” His eyes fell onto the letter in your hand, and he frowned. He pulled you tighter against his chest and rubbed your back. “Oh, poor Y/N. This is precisely why I didn’t want you to come in here. I didn’t want you to see your father and those nasty colonies for what they truly are. They’re deceitful, betraying rats that will do anything to get what they want. I tried to warn you, but I never wanted you to find out like this.”
You sniffled and looked around the room doing your best to avoid the King’s gaze. “I want to g-go to my room, please.” You whispered.
“Of course.” He replied, and wrapped an arm around your waist to help you up. He slowly led you back to your chambers and watched from the doorway as you threw yourself onto your bed. “I’ll send Claira in here to start a nice, warm bath for you, and bring you a cup of tea. That should help soothe your pain, at least a little. If you need anything at all, don’t be afraid to ask. I truly do want you to feel at home here. Unlike those ungrateful colonies, I know how precious you are, and believe me when I say that you are wanted here.” You clutched a pillow to your chest and closed your eyes. You didn’t have the energy to reply. “Have a nice evening, Miss Y/N.”
As he walked away, George couldn’t help but allow a smile to grow on his face. The plan had worked wonderfully, and now he knew that it was only a matter of time before you became putty in his hands.
