If you ever, EVER need the motivation to make it through the day today, our favorite dumplings of Hamilton are giving us kind words of strength to make it through.
This numb feeling isn’t going away anytime soon, but we can’t give up. For the next generation, our generation can’t give in to the hate that made him win the campaign. We all most start loving one another. We must make his supporters see that this will not bring us down but pull us together.
Obama has done so much to make everyone feel equal and like themselves in the past eight years as president and now we have someone who is having a fucking rape case studied next week.
For those who follow me, and for those who don’t, we must live. Throw your head high in the face of ignorance. Stare them down when they choose to resort to childish behaviour. Let’s not give them what they want.
We have to hold each other closer than before now.
A/N: 52 Followers!?! Whaaaa??? I’m so excited so here’s an imagine!! Sorry this took so long, but I’ve been trying to get back into he swing after winter break. I’m also trying to think of more ideas for imagines. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Anyway, this is based off of what happened to me when I came back from MLK weekend (Except no cute guy for me) and I was so pissed that I turned it into a fic! Enjoy my shitty roommate’s decisions :)
Pairing: Reader x Thomas Jefferson
Warnings: Stripping ;), Implied smut, Swear words, Mention of sex
Word Count: 1707
your roommate. It was a month into your first semester at King’s College and
you wanted to rip out your hair. Your roommate, Eliza Schyler, loved to have
her boyfriend, Alexander, over 24/7. If they weren’t at your dorm for the
night, you were sure they were bugging Alexander’s roommate. You were finally
pushed over the edge when you came back to your dorm over the long weekend to
see that your bed was a mess. You furrowed your brows and set down your bags on
your side of the room. You distinctly remembered making your bed before you
left, so you were trying to figure out why it wasn’t made.