#1776 thomas jefferson

[knowltonsrangers]

no thoughts, head empty. just 1776 thomas jefferson on this thursday evening.

[ravewing]

happy independence day😁😁😁theyre the real gay trio of the revolution to me . hamilton laurens and lafayette wish they were them

[lillersdabomb]

happy 1776 day all

[macaron-n-cheese]

guys please read my last post for context on the first point it's actually acedemic please

[pinsnotsaltpeter]

So here's my one question about the staircase scene (you know, this moment)

Do you think they were aware at the time at how suggestive that was going to seem?

[chemdisaster]

suddenly felt an impulse to draw them

[problematic-president]

Some 1776 fanart i made last year but never posted. I think there should be more fan content of john adams and ben franklin being weird besties because that dynamic is top tier

[knowledge-paradox]

i. have no idea what im doing anymore

[here-a-lee-there-a-lee]

I still can’t believe 1776 invented homosexuals

Will end up as a core memory for these two years later when they’re enemies 4 life👿👿👹

[timelines-and-leylines]

yall stop wishing thomas jefferson a happy birthday, wait until the fourth of july and wish him a happy death-day instead

[scaredycatsstuff]

Replacing the clone with counterpart and that what I put as their answer. I will make more just post later. What should George Washington answer be? Am thinking "What if my clone is evil?" or "You guys are nasty and I'm, frankly, a little concerned."

[knowltonsrangers]

back to the wall

1776!Thomas Jefferson x reader

[a/n: after a rewatch of 1776 last night, I cannot help myself.]

The echo of the front door shutting over rouses you slightly, but not enough to pull you to complete consciousness. There wasn't enough urgency to yank you from your warm prison, bundling deeper into the sheets when you hear someone begin to ascend the stairs.

Feeling yourself visibly pale, your eyes blink open, scrambling so quickly to get out of bed that you fall out of it with an agonizing thump.

"y/n?"

Your bedroom door swings open, the voice in question laced with concern as you struggle to unwind yourself from the blankets on the floor, curiously peaking over the edge of your bed to catch a glimpse of the intruder.

"Thomas?"

You whisper, surprised at first, your heartbeat finally quelling when you meet his worried gaze.

"Why on earth are you on the floor?"

"I-uh, hang on,"

Silently cursing yourself for twisting yourself so deep into the blankets to seek warmth, you finally break free as Thomas rounds the bed, staring down at you, amused.

"I was cold, can you blame me?"

Almost a whine, you stand off the floor, running past the discarded sheets to give the redhead a hug.

"y/n, I-oof!"

Your arms come around his waist, pressing greedily to his chest to try and reclaim some of the warmth you've been missing.

"Missed me that much, did you?"

"Mhm, that would be correct."

"I was trying to get inside without waking you, but I guess instead I scared you,"

His hand runs up and down your back, dead tired and ready to crawl into bed and never leave it. But he knew better, he had to be back to work in the morning, yet escaping his responsibilities for just a few hours wouldn't be any harm.

"That's alright. I'm sure you're tired,"

Pulling away slightly, your hands rest on his chest, peering up at him as he nods his head.

"As much as I'd love to sit and talk with you, my y/n, I do not think I will be good company. I can hardly keep my eyes open as we speak."

You pause, just for a brief moment, when a smile finds its way to your lips.

"Sit,"

You instruct, motioning to the edge of the bed as Thomas wastes no time in obliging, beginning to take off his boots as you gather the blankets from the floor.

"I assume you’ll be back to it in the morning?" You ask, but already know the answer.

"Yes. And believe me, I have a very long list of things i'd rather be doing."

He lays back, flat on the bed, feet on the ground, looking over at you curious, as to what you were doing.

"Get in bed properly,"

You laugh, noticing the exhaustion in the mans entire body. He relents, standing on achy joints to his side of the bed, hand reaching for yours to pull you to him.

"I'll miss you,"

A whisper captures your voice once more, back pressed to Thomas' front, his arm around your stomach as the clock ticks onwards into the night.

"I will be here,"

"Same time, tomorrow?"

You blink, a beat passes, and with how still he laid, you thought he had finally succumbed to sleep.

"Always."

[vmpirevnom]

Today I have made a masterpiece

[macaron-n-cheese]

Adams, Franklin, and Jefferson are such an iconic trio, but what would happen if they were on a sidewalk? I'm going to write their sidewalk 2 and 1 dynamics.

First dynamic: Adams and Franklin together, Jefferson alone and quiet in back (this is the default since Tom is NOT a talker).

Adams and Franklin: Bantering or bickering. Their conversation can flip from one to the other like a coin.

Jefferson: Thinking about hot sex with Martha and zoning out from the world. If Franklin and Adams suddenly stop he will crash into them. But, for now he doesn't hear a word they are saying.

Second dynamic: Jefferson and Franklin together, Adams alone but in front, leading the bunch.

Jefferson and Franklin: Happily talking about nerd stuff. Maybe swivel chairs. Adams does not care.

Adams: Marching along in front. He says something snarky every now and then to the others for lagging behind or them telling a stupid joke. He is secretly fantasizing about escaping their company to return to Abigail.

Third dynamic: Adams and Jefferson in front, Franklin is in back listening and giggling.

Adams and Jefferson: Having a cordial and calm conversation with so many "accidental" double entendres.

Franklin: If only he had a recording device he would be using it. He can't stop laughing at the others and Adams is telling him to shut up. He sings Increase and Multiply (Doozy Doozy Lamb) but gay.

I don't know why I made this. I am at work and should be focusing. This is all just a joke btw.

[claireidk32]