colonel john

Your Jane Austen husband based off zodiac sign

Aries: George Wickham

Taurus: Fitzwilliam Darcy

Gemini: Edmund Bertram

Cancer: Edward Ferrars

Leo: John Willoughby

Virgo: Colonel Brandon

Libra: Charles Bingley

Scorpio: Henry Tilney

Sagittarius: Captain Fredrick Wentworth

Capricorn: William Elliot

Aquarius: Henry Crawford

Pisces: George Knightly


White Gold, S3 E23  //  Preventative Medicine, S7 E22

ok so u kno what i fuckin love

the entire  harlenglecrockerbertclairecre family has j names

jade, john, jake, jane, joey, jude

and we can assume that dad and sassacre have j names (its p popular fanon that either of them are named james)



u have this entire goddamn mess of a family all with the same first letter of the name




Alan Rickman as John Gissing in “The Search for John Gissing”, Alexander Dane/ Dr. Lazarus in “Galaxy Quest”, David Weinberg in “Dark Harbor”, Franz Anton Mesmer in “Mesmer”, Colonel Brandon in “Sense and Sensibility”, Grigori Rasputin in “Rasputin: Dark Servant of Destiny”, Lukas Hart in “Bob Roberts”, Sheriff of Nottingham in “Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves”, Steven Spurrier in “Bottle Shock”

John Sheppard, #2 spacedad, because this actually happened

I just love that he actually calls his team members kids, it’s hilarious :D

it’s been ages since I so much as touched the tablet, and it shows…

Comission info :)

Arrangements at the Worst Time (John Laurens x Reader)

Originally posted by gravitywon

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

(Collab with @midnightokieriete)

Requested?: ‘Can you do a Laurens x Reader where he’s sad over Ham courting Eliza but then he meets reader? Thank you!! 🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚’

Prompt: John is arranged to marry some woman and he’s scorned over Alexander courting Eliza.

Words: 10,000+

Warnings: Arranged marriage, Fluff, Slavery, Wedding, Historical Inaccuracies

Masterlist / Tay’s Masterlist


“Wait, what?”

“I’m courting Elizabeth Schuyler, Laurens. Do you remember her? We met at the-”

“Winter’s Ball. Yes, I recall.” John’s voice was tight, his tightened fists hidden in his coat pockets. Alexander grinned happily, unaware of his friend’s abnormal behavior.

“I’ve come to fancy her, and through our letters, she agreed to court me. We’ve been together for a few weeks now.”

“Ah, yes. Congratulations.” John replied curtly. Alexander pulled John into a hug, finally noticing his stiff posture. John did not offer a hug back, just a small smile. “I’m happy for you, Hamilton.”

Alexander’s smile wavered, scanning Laurens’ face. “Are you okay, John? You seem…peculiar.” John quickly realized his demeanor, and cleared his throat, faking a huge smile for his friend.

“No, no! Please, Alexander, I am fine. Let’s go and tell the others!” John placed his hand on the small of Alexander’s back, and they began walking.

John felt his heart shatter the moment he heard that his close friend was courting someone. He wanted to hide from the world and cry his eyes out. Sadly, John had fallen in love with Alexander. It was very taboo for a man to love another man but John could not lie to himself about his feelings. It wasn’t lusting. It wasn’t admiration. It wasn’t infatuation. It was love. But, John could not be with Alexander and love him publicly, as much as he wanted to. He must find a woman and marry her, just like Alexander and all the other men in the world. John must follow society’s rules or else he will find himself outcasted or, even, dead.

So, he kept all of his feelings to himself.

John and Alexander made it to the tent, Alexander excitedly telling his friends about Eliza. Laurens stood in the corner, smiling whenever he was obligated to and laughing when it was needed. As he watched, another fellow soldier came into the room, giving him a letter. He glanced over the recipient’s name and sighed.

It was his father.

He told his friends that he would be back, and walked out the tent to a lone tree that rested in the middle of the open field. He sat under the shade of the plant and began reading the letter.

Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens

Your mother and I have seldom received letters from you. It worries her that you do not update us on your predicament, although I understand why you cannot. I am on leave from my post, and your mother has special news for you.

We have found a suitable maiden for you to marry. Since you are unable to court due to your lack of caring, we have decided to find you one ourselves. She is an acceptable young woman, with interests in the arts and sciences. Your mother thought you would appreciate that.

Nevertheless, send me a letter back promptly so that we may arrange a meeting with her and her family.

Delegate of the Continental Congress

Henry Laurens

John tightened his grip on the paper, anger fuming from him. He marched back to the tent, his temper not lowering. Why did his father have to be such a-

“John? John are you alright?” Lafayette asked, looking over at his freckled-faced friend. John shook his head. Everything that happened today was getting to him, and this was the last straw.

“My father has arranged for me to meet a woman. He wants us to marry.” He growled, throwing the letter onto the ground. Mulligan stood up and grabbed the letter. He scanned it over quickly, then looked up.

“I’m sure he means well,” Mulligan said, trying to cheer up his friend. John shook his head, grabbing his coat off of Lafayette’s cot.

“When does he ever mean well?” John grumbled, fixing his outfit. Hamilton looked at him with concern, his smile finally gone from his face. John knew he was ruining the moment for his best friend, but he was just tired of everything not going his way.

First, the man John is in love with courts a woman he barely knows.

Then, his father comes up with this idiotic idea for him to marry someone he doesn’t even have the name of.

It’s going to be a long war.

Keep reading

((As it’s just hit midnight here in Florida, Happy MASH Fanart Day from me!

…oh and, there will be something War-Crossed related later today!))

Some good examples of Alexander ‘I don’t write some people for years yet still expect instant replies from others’ Hamilton

I have written you so repeatedly since my Arrival in Scotland, without having ever received an Answer… I am perfectly at a Loss I assure you, my Dr: Hamilton, to account for your Silence. I have written you frequently, and, as I know that you was at a Distance from New York, enclosed your Letters to some of our common Friends in that City, and requested them to transmit them to you. But I have not been able to collect the least Intelligence concerning you from any Quarter

—To Alexander Hamilton from Edward Stevens, 23 December 1777


I acknowlege but one letter from you, since you left us, of the 14th of July which just arrived in time to appease a violent conflict between my friendship and my pride. I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return. But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued.

—From Alexander Hamilton to Lieutenant Colonel John Laurens, [11 September 1779]

Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

	Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

	That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

	Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

	Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

	But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

	I never writ, nor no man ever loved. - Shakespearean Sonnet 116.
I think we did not use to agree in our political sentiments. My turn was rather more republican than yours when we used to converse together at Geneve, & unless you have changed, we are still at variance in our sentiments—but there is one thing I am persuaded from your humanity & love of justice you will grant me—I think that we Americans at least in the Southern cols, cannot contend with a good grace for liberty, until we shall have enfranchised our slaves. How can we whose jealousy has been alarm’d more at the name of oppression than at the reality reconcile to our spirited assertions of the rights of mankind the galling abject slavery of our negroes? I could talk much with you, my dear friend, upon this subject, & I know your generous soul would despise & sacrifice interest to establish the happiness of so large a part of the inhabitants of our soil, if, as some pretend, but I am persuaded thro’ interest than from conviction, the culture of the ground with us cannot be carried on without African slaves. Let us fly it as a hateful country and say ubi libertas i (paper torn in breaking seal) patria.

John Laurens to Francis Kinloch, spring of 1776 (according to the book ‘The life of Henry Laurens, with a sketch of the life of Lieutenant-Colonel John Laurens’ published in 1915)

At the bottom of the page it reads: “'Hateful’ written over a word which begins with a d, seems to have traces of an m in the middle and ends with a d!“