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[ask-chubby-hamilton]

✨Wanna be apart of the roleplay? Now you can! It's a mix of both historical and modern/musical so you can literally be anyone!✨

Taken characters: Alexander 📒(Already here lol) Highschool ver (@ask-chubby-hamilton-hs-au)

Lafayette ⚔️ (@ouioui-lafayettes-askblog), Highschool ver (@highschool-lafayettes-askblog)

Thomas 🔉 (@ask-thomas-jefferson-1) , Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-thomas-jefferson)

James Madison🔇 (@ask-james-madison-stuff), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-james-madison)

Washington 🪖 (@ask-general-washington)

King George ||| 🇬🇧 ( @ask-the-better-george )

John 🪦 (@ask-john-laruens), Highschool ver (@ask-hs-john-laurens)

Hercules 💪( @askh3rculesmu11igan), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-h3rcul3s-mu11igan)

Aaron Burr 📚 (@ask-aaron-burr1)

Theodosia jr 🎀 (@ask-theodosia-blog)

Maria ❤️‍🔥 (@mreynolds-ask-blog), Highschool ver (@mreynolds-hs-ask-blog)

James R. 🖕 (@jreynolds-ask-blog-1), Highschool/ College ver (@jreynolds-college-ask-blog)

Susan Reynolds 🌼 (@ask-susan-reynolds)

Peggy 💛 ( @peggy-schuyler-2 )

Samuel 📜(@samuel-seaburys-askblog), Highschool ver (@ask-highschool-samuel-seabury)

Phillip and Eacker💖 (@that-876girl474)

Martha Manning-Laurens 🌹(@martha-manning-laurens-ask-blog)

Deborah Sampson 🗡️ (@ask-deborah-sampson)

Open characters: literally everyone else that's not listed already

(also ocs are TOTALLY RECOMMENDED, i love seeing peoples ocs ☺️)

OCS: Caroline Jefferson 🌸, Arthur Hamilton 📕, Josephine Payne 💥, Celine Mulligan 🪡 (@umi-teardrop)

William Laurens ⭐ (@william-laurens),

Clementine Schuyler 🌻 (@ask-clementine-schuyler)

✨Rules✨

1. Don't be rude unless it's a part of the character

2. Please be friendly

3. Please turn on anonymous asks :3 (That's the point of an ask blog. To be asked stuff :])

4. Be respectful ( be respectful of race, gender etc.)

✨Thats all, but there will be more rules to come✨

✨Also, some characters have no lore/ Backstory, so if you want, you can make them a Backstory!✨

Byeeee❤️

[inkskinned]

you're grabbing lunch with a nice man and he gives you that strange grimace-smile that's popular right now; an almost sardonic "twist" of his mouth while he looks literally down on you. it looks like he practiced the move as he leans back, arms folded. he just finished reciting the details of NFTs to you and explaining Oppenheimer even though he only watched a youtube about it and hasn't actually seen it. you are at the bottom of your wine glass.

you ask the man across from you if he has siblings, desperately looking for a topic. literally anything else.

he says i don't like small talk. and then he smiles again, watching you.

a few years ago, you probably would have said you're above celebrity gossip, but honestly, you've been kind of enjoying the dumb shit of it these days. with the rest of the earth burning, there's something familiar and banal about dragging ariana grande through the mud. you think about jeanette mccurdy, who has often times gently warned the world she's not as nice as she appears. you liked i'm glad my mom died but it made you cry a lot.

he doesn't like small talk, figure out something to say.

you want to talk about responsibility, and how ariana grande is only like 6 days older than you are - which means she just turned 30 and still dresses and acts like a 13 year old, but like sexy. there's something in there about the whole thing - about insecurity, and never growing up, and being sexualized from a young age.

people have been saying that gay people are groomers. like, that's something that's come back into the public. you have even said yourself that it's just ... easier to date men sometimes. you would identify as whatever the opposite of "heteroflexible" is, but here you are again, across from a man. you like every woman, and 3 people on tv. and not this guy. but you're trying. your mother is worried about you. she thinks it's not okay you're single. and honestly this guy was better before you met, back when you were just texting.

wait, shit. are you doing the same thing as ariana grande? are you looking for male validation in order to appease some internalized promise of heteronormativity? do you conform to the idea that your happiness must result in heterosexuality? do you believe that you can resolve your internal loneliness by being accepted into the patriarchy? is there a reason dating men is easier? why are you so scared of fucking it up with women? why don't you reach out to more of them? you have a good sense of humor and a big ol' brain, you could have done a better job at online dating.

also. jesus christ. why can't you just get a drink with somebody without your internal feminism meter pinging. although - in your favor (and judgement aside) in the case of your ariana grande deposition: you have been in enough therapy you probably wouldn't date anyone who had just broken up with their wife of many years (and who has a young child). you'd be like - maybe take some personal time before you begin this journey. like, grande has been on broadway, you'd think she would have heard of the plot of hamlet.

he leans forward and taps two fingers to the table. "i'm not, like an andrew tate guy," he's saying, "but i do think partnership is about two people knowing their place. i like order."

you knew it was going to be hard. being non-straight in any particular way is like, always hard. these days you kind of like answering the question what's your sexuality? with a shrug and a smile - it's fine - is your most common response. like they asked you how your life is going and not to reveal your identity. you like not being straight. you like kissing girls. some days you know you're into men, and sometimes you're sitting across from a man, and you're thinking about the power of compulsory heterosexuality. are you into men, or are you just into the safety that comes from being seen with them? after all, everyone knows you're failing in life unless you have a husband. it almost feels like a gradebook - people see "straight married" as being "all A's", and anything else even vaguely noncompliant as being ... like you dropped out of the school system. you cannot just ignore years of that kind of conditioning, of course you like attention from men.

"so let's talk boundaries." he orders more wine for you, gesturing with one hand like he's rousing an orchestra. sir, this is a fucking chain restaurant. "I am not gonna date someone who still has male friends. also, i don't care about your little friends, i care about me. whatever stupid girls night things - those are lower priority. if i want you there, you're there."

he wasn't like this over text, right? you wouldn't have been even in the building if he was like this. you squint at him. in another version of yourself, you'd be running. you'd just get up and go. that's what happens on the internet - people get annoyed, and they just leave. you are locked in place, almost frozen. you need to go to the bathroom and text someone to call you so you have an excuse, like it's rude to just-leave. like he already kind of owns you. rudeness implies a power paradigm, though. see, even your social anxiety allows the patriarchy to get to you.

you take a sip of the new glass of wine. maybe this will be a funny story. maybe you can write about it on your blog. maybe you can meet ariana grande and ask her if she just maybe needs to take some time to sit and think about her happiness and how she measures her own success.

is this settling down? is this all that's left in your dating pool? just accepting that someone will eventually love you, and you have to stop being picky about who "makes" you a wife?

you look down to your hand, clutching the knife.

[okawarihappylife]

i am once again thinking abt the lost potential that is hypmic.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"But I don't think I made the wrong call, back then."

[random-obsseser]

chat i made a server does anyone want to be a creature and creech in it? /hj

[tittysuckersworld]

god i wanna be a parent one day so bad

[koi0boi]

ARE YOU HIVELESS? WELL NO LONGER!

JOIN THE HIVE TODAY!

(you will not be able to leave, you will be trapped)

[hollowsart]

AU in which Robin is a grown man and Batman is like a casual teen.

Robin is still the sidekick tho. Helping to keep little Batman on the right track and give him good advice as his adopted parent outside of Alfred. He’s joining him on the little adventures to stop crime to make sure he’s okay and everything.

Thank you.

[attractthecrows]

retconning stroud out of the deep roads so i can shove laure amell and the hawke siblings and varric and anders all into the same little camp. they would all have such a bad time

[quick-drawn-a]

     to play ranked this season or no —

[borscht-and-beets]

tryna get in with my gfs friend group so i can smoke weed with them

[karlyboyyy]

You know what I need? I need PA Works (or someone with animation skills and time on their hands) to animate another version of the Buddy Daddies intro, where it’s literally just the family doin a funky lil dance to SHOCK!. Because every time I listen to it, I just imagine Rei awkwardly dancing along, giving us a deadpan look as he does the *clap clap* bit. But then you gradually start to see him and Kazuki getting super into it, dancing with Miri, just being silly goofy guys

[bees-with-swords]

Joining a Discord server with too many channels is like walking into a mcmansion, I swear. Half the rooms are full of dust sheets and the family has just been shouting at each other from across the house for the past year.

[mothbug]

going ohhh i’m gonna make a lighthearted/silly ocverse!! and then i make the two main characters extremely haunted because i’m unable to ignore the Implications. and now i have to make every other character more ridiculous to balance things out

[halogaydemon]

My friends server

https://discord.gg/jvK2Ye5enw

My server (It’s dying.)

[hamletthedane]

I was meeting a client at a famous museum’s lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx “back when that was nothing to brag about” and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.

What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.

What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girl’s wedding day.

What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her father’s lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her mother’s deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailor’s shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.

The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her mother’s lap: her mother doesn’t had a pattern, but she doesn’t need one to make her daughter’s dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughter’s majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.

And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we don’t just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.

But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmother’s quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Gogh’s works hung in his poor friends’ hallways. That your father’s hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parents’ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sister’s engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinci’s scribbles of flying machines.

I don’t think there’s any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - they’ve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that there’s an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something that’s beautiful to you.