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Trait Aesthetic  ➙  { s t u b b o r n }

i’m still going i’m not going to get hurt. … . . *comes home full of bruises*

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mxssmariareynolds:

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad, Alex,” she teased, a bit hurt at Alex’s initial hesitance, but how else would she get a chance to be that close to her? It was clear Alex didn’t share her affections, and Maria wasn’t going to pass up any opportunity to get them from her, even if they weren’t real.

"No?" Alex smiled, trying to hide her disappointment. "You're amazing, my boss might not say the same about our plan, but he's used to me by this point." She was gonna lie to the President about dating someone who she actually really wanted to be with, great.

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Alex sighed as Marie pulled up the chair. “This is completely unnecessary, Lafayette.”

She had work to do, work that would be much easier done without the Frenchwoman hovering all night long.

“Go home, Marie.”

Alex Hamilton

“I’ll get some sleep, eventually, it’s not a big deal.” She rested her free hand on Lafayette’s shoulder. “There are couches all over the White House, I can catch a nap when I need one.”

        Lafayette was a stubborn lady. She crossed her arms, huffing at Alex. Then the woman turned to leave the room, her heels clicking along every step taken. Then there was a little screech of wood against wood and came Marie with a chair in her hands. She placed it on the desk beside Alex, sitting on it. “If you are not going to sleep, I will ensure you are going to go through the night with a companion.” She said.

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Send ▲ to pull my muse into your muse’s lap!

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Alex grabbed the hand on her side gently, smiling at the other woman.

"God, Maria, I'm so sorry, if I had had any idea I never wouldn't hid it for so long."

They couldn't go back, couldn't change the mistake of hiding the names from each other, but they could move forward, together.

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For every ➰ I get, I'll reveal a muse that I played in the past

Alternatively: Send 💭 for a muse I wanted to write for but did not.

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It’s tough to be Burr.

I think I have a thing for dead people coming back to bother their living friends and family.

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Hamilton is great and all but I just love Star Wars so much

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“JEDI are a story, an old wives tale told to children so they can sleep at night. Any that did exist are LONG DEAD, the EMPIRE saw to that. So don’t LIE to me, I stopped believing in FAIRY TALES a long time ago.”

              ( indie Star Wars OC )

                                                                          ( written by Lexi )

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Send me "what's our song?" and I'll pick lyrics from 3 different songs that I find fitting for our characters' interactions.

Or that I think would fit both our characters if they haven’t met or don’t know each other well.

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Alex was silent for a few moments. They'd spent so long, hiding this from each other, when it was everything they wanted to know.

She pulled up her shirt at the side, exposing the name written neatly on her side.

mxssmariareynolds:

“Is that what it’ll take?” She asked, panic rising in her. “Do you have to see mine in order for me to see yours?” Maria wasn’t even sure she was up to showing Alex; she wasn’t ready for the heartbreak that would surely follow.

“That’s not what I meant.” Alex bowed her head and buried her hands in her hair. “I’m not trying to give you some kind of ultimatum, you don’t have to do anything.”

If only she had any other name on her skin, her life would be so much easier.

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“Oh god, you don’t have Jefferson, do you?” Alex forced a laugh, she couldn’t imagine a name on Maria’s skin important enough to make her hate the woman.

“Jesus.” She sighed when she read the name, all that worrying, for nothing. 

mxssmariareynolds:

“Is that what it’ll take?” She asked, panic rising in her. “Do you have to see mine in order for me to see yours?” Maria wasn’t even sure she was up to showing Alex; she wasn’t ready for the heartbreak that would surely follow.

“That’s not what I meant.” Alex bowed her head and buried her hands in her hair. “I’m not trying to give you some kind of ultimatum, you don’t have to do anything.”

If only she had any other name on her skin, her life would be so much easier.

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inopi-a:

      An odd sensation ran through her body after hearing the name being called. Turning around to see the stranger – that really didn’t sound like one –, Elizabeth frowned a bit, looking into the other woman’s eyes. ❝I…❞ Memories began to form in her mind, some more lucid than the others, similar to flashes. Were they always there? Lips apart and winded eyes for a few seconds before concetrate in what would be said. ❝Excuse me?❞ The words were gasped as her body tensioned a bit.

Alex felt her world crash down around her shoulders when the woman spoke. She had to be Eliza, just had to be, and, well, Alex could understand any confusion, Betsey would remember her as Alexander not Alexandra, but if she just didn’t remember, it would be devastating.

“Betsey, it’s me.” She smiled widely. “Alex, Alex Hamilton.”

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So I've let my drafts really build up and the plan was to come home today and get them done, and while I've been kinda sick these past couples days, it's gotten way worse in the past few hours. I might not be on at all for a couple more days, just to get to feeling a little better.

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If you opened your PayPal account before you were 18, and there’s ANY evidence of this, SHUT DOWN YOUR ACCOUNT AND USE YOUR REAL INFORMATION FOR A NEW ONE IF YOU NEED TO.

NO JOKE 

PAYPAL IS SHUTTING DOWN ACCOUNTS THAT WERE OPENED BEFORE YOU WERE 18.  

Sharing this here because I know this will affect a LOT of artists here. 

PLEASE share this, this is super urgent and I don’t want any of you losing your funds. 

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mxssmariareynolds:

“Is that what it’ll take?” She asked, panic rising in her. “Do you have to see mine in order for me to see yours?” Maria wasn’t even sure she was up to showing Alex; she wasn’t ready for the heartbreak that would surely follow.

“That’s not what I meant.” Alex bowed her head and buried her hands in her hair. “I’m not trying to give you some kind of ultimatum, you don’t have to do anything.”

If only she had any other name on her skin, her life would be so much easier.

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Broke af?

But still interested in feeding yourself? What if I told you that there’s a woman with a blog who had to feed both herself and her young son…on 10 British pounds ($15/14 Euro) per week?

Let me tell you a thing.

This woman saved my life last year. Actually saved my life. I had a piggy bank full of change and that’s it. Many people in my fandom might remember that dark time as when I had to hock my writing skills in exchange for donations. I cried a lot then. 

This is real talk, people: I marked down exactly what I needed to buy, totaled it, counted out that exact change, and then went to three different stores to buy what I needed so I didn’t have to dump a load of change on just one person. I was already embarrassed, but to feel people staring? Utter shame suffused me. The reasons behind that are another post all together. 

AgirlcalledJack.com is run by a British woman who was on benefits for years. Things got desperate. She had to find a way to feed herself and her son using just the basics that could be found at the supermarket. But the recipes she came up with are amazing. 

You have to consider the differing costs of things between countries, but if you just have three ingredients in your cupboard, this woman will tell you what to do with it. Check what you already have. Chances are you have the basics of a filling meal already. 

Here’s her list of kitchen basics. 

Bake your own bread. It’s easier than you think. Here’s a list of many recipes, each using some variation of just plain flour, yeast, some oil, maybe water or lemon juice. And kneading bread is therapeutic. 

Make your own pasta–gluten free. 

She gets it. She really does. This is the article that started it all. It’s called “Hunger Hurts”.

She has vegan recipes.

A carrot, a can of kidney beans, and some cumin will get you a really filling soup…or throw in some flour for binding and you’ve got yourself a burger. 

Don’t have an oven or the stove isn’t available? She covers that in her Microwave Cooking section. 

She has a book, but many recipes can be found on her blog for free. She prices her recipes down to the cent, and every year she participates in a project called “Living Below the Line” where she has to live on 1 BP per day of food for five days. 

Things improved for me a little, but her website is my go to. I learned how to bake bread (using my crockpot, but that was my own twist), and I have a little cart full of things that saved me back then, just in case I need them again. She gives you the tools to feed yourself, for very little money, and that’s a fabulous feeling. 

Tip: Whenever you have a little extra money, buy a 10 dollar/pound/euro giftcard from your discount grocer. Stash it. That’s your super emergency money. Make sure they don’t charge by the month for lack of use, though.

I don’t care if it sounds like an advertisement–you won’t be buying anything from the site. What I DO care about is your mental, emotional, and physical health–and dammit, food’s right in the center of that. 

If you don’t need this now, pass it on to someone who does. Pass it on anyway, because do you REALLY know which of the people in your life is in need? Which follower might be staring at their own piggy bank? Trust me: someone out there needs to see this.