#not amrev tho

[rae-unbeloved]

DEAD GIRL WALKING MY BELOVED<33

[papers-pamphlet]

Erm . TURN bookmark

[kindercelery]

Get george’d

[dogzcats]

PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK: Favorite TV series

John Adams (2008)

[lil-gae-disaster]

This takes place before they get together btw! :3

Also inspiration for this was the message I put in the discord chat yesterday evening because those gay guys are eating my brain

[ @hamalicious-soup @papers-pamphlet @paradox-complex @imobsessedwiththeatre @schnitzelsemmerl @cacaobeans @doodle-bug-nightmares @almaprincess66 @potatosneevees @half-eaten-baguetteee ]

"Truly, Sir, I do not see the necessity of such services when I am well able to do such on my own." Such words were uttered with a laugh by none other than Jonathan Smith, who had the- ill?- fortune of sharing a tent with one peculiar Frederick Kenneth.

The reason for such protests was quite simple; Frederick had insisted on tying his tentmates cravat ever since he had done so once during their shared winter and Jonathans fingers had been too stiff by the cold to do such mundane task for himself. The blond man- of schottish heritage if he had guessed the accents origin right- had offered his services when he had seen the Englishman struggle.

Not only had Frederick been aiding Jonathan with his quite long hair, now he had been insisting on tying the mans cravat for months now, as it was late spring and nearing summer, he had no such necessity for such generous services. And yet, his protests were not genuine.

Such acts made the blue eyed man look at him, genuinely look at him, and Jonathan found he thrived under such given attention.

"Why, I do enjoy such tasks. They are of repetitive nature, much unlike a lot of things in life." Frederick begun to explain. "Such motions are calming, unlike life itself. I find enjoyment in them." He continued while his hands were expertedly repeating such motions, which he had yet to do on himself.

Thus, leaving part of his lightly freckled neck revealed.

Jonathan found fascination in the man before him, especially in the pattern that decorate his cheeks and nose, and now apparently also his neck, but by far lighter than the clear spots of stars on this mans handsome face.

"Much like blacksmithing, I suppose. The motion with the tools are repeated ones. And yet, they bring different results." Jonathan added as Frederick was pulling at the cravat to make it appear as orderly and proper as possible.

Frederick nodded in agreement, but did not add anything further on the topic of blacksmithing, instead opting to speak of his own profession. "You are right, but I had thought more of sewing. The motions are repeated, I cannot switch to another kind of stitch halfway through sewing two pieces of fabric together, and result in similar and yet different works." He said while he was loosening the cravat where it was too tight for Jonathan without the latter having to tell him.

This was what Jonathan appreciated about his tentmate; the slow mornings and the small acts of kindness that have proven to be just as pleasant for Frederick as they are for Jonathan. And such mundane discussions of life and their professions, as if they are two young men, yet unexperienced of life, talking greatly of how they would spend their lives doing what they enjoyed.

It was bizarre for him. Not even a decade ago, he was trapped under his father and fiancé, but now he is here, free, with a profession his family would have never approved of, and in the presence of another man doing tasks that might belong to a housewife. But Jonathan found himself opposing little to none of this arrangement.

Frederick seems to be satisfied with Jonathans cravat now and has taken to straighten his coat, his deep blue eyes never leaving the other man, his lip between his teeth in concentration. "Sir, I would like to ask of you to cease such abuse of your lips for we are provided with enough food for you to not need to eat them." Jonathan asked his tentmate in good humor and genuine concern. Said man let loose of his lip, which is already quite rough to look at, but the Englishman can tell the other mans teeth have not ceased to bite.

Frederick has finished nitpicking everything about Jonathans attire, accompanied with mutters of what he should seek to repair with his own thread and needle he took with him when he had joined, and looked Jonathan in the eyes with his intense gaze.

Oh lord how had Jonathan just wanted to reach to cradle this mans face, to hold all the intense emotions he may portray in his hands and to trace the star-filled nightsky this man was bearing on his face.

He wanted to run his fingers through this mans near golden mess of curls and hair. He wanted to tell him how much he meant to Jonathan and how much he would loathe should Frederick perish in battle or fall victim to the harsh winters.

He wished to make Frederick understand just how dearly he is regarded by many, but mostly he wished to tell Frederick how he felt, he wanted to pour his heart out while gazing into the intense and endless blue that seemed to be this mans eyes. He wanted to yell at the top of his lungs just how dearly he regards Frederick, how much this mans existence has kept him afloat when should he be sinking instead.

Frederick is the embodiment of sunshine, and Jonathan is the plants that need such to survive.

Jonathan does not know for how long he was lost in the other mans eternal blue, but he gets thrown out of the daze he finds himself in by Frederick breaking the eye contact, excused with a mutter of "I should move to get ready."

Jonathan nods in agreement, but he stays put. He feels he would leave a part of himself behind in this tent should he leave without his friend. This seems to not bother Frederick, for he is too busy searching his coat and cravat.

Once he had found such- his coat had been hiding under their shared cot and his cravat had made itself a home under Fredericks pillow- he hastily put them on and made a move to leave, but Jonathan halted him.

The blond man looked at him intensely with his eyes reflecting pure confusion. Jonathan said nothing, instead he moved to straighten Fredericks cravat and coat, much like the other man did with him. Perhaps it was just an action of camaraderie between them without any other intentions.

Jonathan did not achieve such a flawless result as Frederick, but yet as he stepped back to allow the man to have his space yet again, Jonathan discovered Frederick watching him wordlessly with a slight rose tint on his cheeks, unable to be hidden by the countless freckles that adored the mans face and seemed to add individuality to the universally human reaction of flattery and care.

Jonathan smiled and it took a great amount of restraint to not let any adoration he may hold for the man show in his eyes.

It seems he should not have reason to worry, since Fredericks only reaction was a darker flush of his cheeks and a hurried exit out of the tent.

Jonathan sighed. What was this game of feelings and friendships they were playing?

The Englishman did not ponder on such further and instead opted to follow his tentmate in a hurry to greet the new day they should be thankful for getting to experience, since death seems inevitable in such times where war is looming over them all, threatening to take their life every moment they spend on the battlefield.

[moody-skyz]

@hamalicious-soup, I crown thee the Queen of Angst 👑

[kwilooo]

ITS DONE

i’ve been so busy and i’m sick today so I took it as a chance to finish this fUCKING DRAWING.

anyway, I can really see how they’d all be best friends, though I feel like Sarah has a lot more sense than Alex would. also, how did john end up looking so pale my god-

credits to @a-anxy , @hamalicious-soup , and @unicornsaures for the creation of this universe :))

[livelaughlovelams]

I know people have already talked about Von Steuben's letters and this might just be a personal thing but I don't think you all understand just how sickening, how gut-wrenching, how tear bringing, how absolutely depressing they are because oh my god oh my god how I wish I could have helped that god damn old decaying man because no one else did and nobody was there and his gaggle of 20yro boyfriends practically abandoned him and his last year was without his dog so he was left with nothing ABSOLUTELY nothing worth anything in his life, and he was desperate for company and desperate for all his friends to reach out to him, yet when Hamilton finally did, he denied?? All his post-war letters basically either say "oh North how can you even love me I'm horrible...do you even love me?" OR "hey old buddy I'm financially struggling can I pls get some money to feed my family of 14 who visit sometimes" like???? OMFG this man. I am crying. I will fight for this man. And I would say "why didn't anyone just reach out and help him" but like Hamilton tried but I'm still absolutely depressed for him I love him so much I wish he was doing okay because I can't mentally bare him being sad even though he died like 200 years ago and I swear I was actually gonna ramble about important stuff but I'm rereading this post and it actually looks really stupid and I don't know what point I was trying to make in the first place okay bye

[ravewing]

the world is NOT ready for what im boutta make

[rae-unbeloved]

Silly gays & Nico ❤️ (rtc edition-????)

@paradox-complex @schnitzelsemmerl @imobsessedwiththeatre @lil-gae-disaster

Ref below !! :33

[tricornonthecob]

did all of the continental army's top brass have the same fucking nose or did Peale just black out when it came time to paint the noses and made the same one every time

[kindercelery]

hey bestie (is it okay if I call you bestie?) anyways, I was wondering if you could draw George the III and Queen Charlotte? Not from bridgerton, but the ones from the actual portraits? it’s okay if you can’t, I’m sending love and cookies your way too🩷🍪💜🍪

Okay I actually really loved this one .. love them

[ourtalechara]

Currently thinking about leebury as enemies to lovers, but I only just started shipping it so they haven't become lovers yet, and I'm enjoying their arguments. Like, Yes Lee, put that loyalist scum in his PLACE. TELL him what he is. Samuel, shut this incompetent fool up. His whining won't make up for the fact the traitors would never win with someone like him in command. GET HIM.

[lil-gae-disaster]

I just love how bittersweet that all of Henriettas and Gilroys kids ended up having freckles, since it's the feature Henrietta loved about Gilroy the most.

@paradox-complex @marsfingershurt @papers-pamphlet @hamalicious-soup

@cacaobeans

[hamilfan-goober]

Ahhhh I’m so sorry, I’ve been rlly busy with studying so here’s a little sketch

[hammyham-o-o]

Can you show your 4 favorite fandoms?

OK :D

hmmm lets see...

#1 is HAMITLON MUAHAHA (no surprises there)

I'm gonna group amrev in with Hamilton too, bc even though they *are* two separate fandoms (if you can call amrev a fandom?) they're very much intertwined for me personally :3

I'm not really active in any other fandoms online, buuuut I also love:

#2 HEARSTOPPERRRR

SPECIFICALLY THE COMICS :D (I love the tv show too but the comics AHHHH THEY'RE JUST SO GOOD SDKJFGAKSD)

Also the whole osemanverse, really (all of Alice Oseman's books are *incredible*) (Charlie, Georgia, Pip, Francis, and Aled and my favourite beans and kindred spirits and I love them so much)

#3 KOTLC

I was OBSESSED with this series a while back... how long has it been now, six years? HOLY MOLY time flies 😂 Anyways even though I'm not as completely consumed by it anymore, Keeper of The Lost Cities is still making the list because it's JUST SO GOOD)

Also fun fact: the first fanfic I ever read was a KOTLC fanfic :3

(TEAM KEEFE FOR LIFE)

(SHANNON MESSENGER ILY BUT *PLZ* RELEASE THE LAST BOOK IM DYING HERE)

(WE NEED AN ENDING THAT'S NOT A CLIFFHANGER 😭)

#4 MAURADERSSS

I've been a HUGE Harry Potter fan since FOREVER (Jk Rowling is horrid though, I do not support her), and I just recently discovered the Mauraders fandom and AHHHHHH

I LOVE YOUNG REMUS AND SIRIUS AND WOLFSTAR AND JEGULUS DSKFJHAKDSJF

AND THE ANGST??? OMFG

I haven't read All The Young Dudes yet (waiting till school gets a little less busy) but I'm HYPED 🔥

HONOURABLE MENTIONS because I can't just leave these two out:

Percy Jackson (I had a HUGE greek mythology phase) and A Series of Unfortunate Events (The world is quiet here ;))