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You desire me to be ready_ I am perfectly so_ Don’t you think it would be saving time to obtain a Recommendation from Congress to the state of South Carolina to raise black troops for her defence_

Major Tallmadge is in such a hurry that he will not allow me time to write to Cap. McQueen be so good to excuse me to him. Col. Hamilton desires their respects_ He has half resolved to go to South Carolina_

-From John Laurens to Henry Laurens, 6 March 1779

This letter was written before Laurens travelled to South Carolina, after being granted a leave of absence from Washington, and he brings up his plan for a black regiment, an idea he had revived in a previous letter to Henry, as he hadn’t touched the idea for almost a year. Laurens thought time was running out for South Carolina – in January they had learned that the British had taken Savannah - and it would be ‘saving time’ to raise a regiment of  slaves. Hamilton, ‘half resolved to go to South Carolina’, wanted to accompany him, however Washington could not afford to lose the two aides at the same time.

I’m not sure why Tallmadge would not allow John to write to the captain - I guess he wouldn’t have time to deliver it…? I’m not sure

Some more Maria while I desperately try to figure out this texture stuff

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@juuria your video was the most beautiful thing,,, truly an inspiration to us all

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anonymous asked:

Why are you so against Bernie?

Originally posted by fashioninfographics

Because I don’t have time or the willpower to write all the reasons, let’s give the five that are bugging me TODAY.

1. It took him TWO MONTHS to get behind HRC after the primaries, but it only took him two days to get behind Trump as President. 

2. He wouldn’t even say the words ‘I’m with her’ for a HRC campaign ad

3. His failure to get behind Hillary and bring her supporters over to her resulted in all those hundreds of thousands of ballots with a third candidate name written in. His supporters didn’t support Hillary because of how Bernie portrayed her and her campaign. Even after a bitter 2008 primary campaign, HRC got 100% behind Obama - as did Bill. 

4. Everyone saying Bernie is the ‘best’ candidate for colleague students and young people? Guys, HRC was fighting for the rights of children and young people before any of you were even born. Children’s Defence Fund, health care reform, tuition-free education - the list goes on

5. Oh, shall we talk about the fact he’s not even a member of the party he tried to get the nomination of? He continually criticises anyone who doesn’t scream ‘WALL STREET’ three times every minute. Honestly, he did nothing for the party, and anyone who thinks he would have won the election against Trump needs to check their facts.

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Imagine finding collegestudent!Woozi asleep with his head on his desk, surrounded by books and stationery, because he got too tired cramming for his exams.

Essays

Pairings: Enjolras x reader

Summary: College!AU. Enjolras is stressed but that is not always a bad thing, especially when it brings up new arrangements.

Warnings: none!

A/N: thank you all again for the support! I’m relatively new to writing here on tumblr and i’m still trying to get the hang of it! English is not my first language so i’m sorry about the mistakes you’re probably going to find! Feedback is always appreciated so that I know how I can improve :) if you just want to speak with me, be my friend, suggest me something to write or whatever you know where to find me! It’s always a pleasure!

Ps. those little sentences in italics are Enjolras thoughts!

(y/e/c) = your eyes color

Originally posted by romulanale

Enjolras was swamped in work. It was quite difficult to try and balance everything between essays, various homework and the incoming meeting in which he was supposed to give yet another speech.

And if that wasn’t enough, his roommates decided to give a party, more or less. Actually, it’s not like he could understand what was really happening in the other room, he could only hear a very loud music. VERY loud. Oh, yes, and someone was laughing. VERY loudly, yet again.

This is how Enjolras found himself out of his apartment with all his books and notes after having yelled at Grantaire, who was probably too drunk to even acknowledge him.

Ok, think Enj, where to go?

It wasn’t like he couldn’t go to the library. The problem was that he was in his pyjamas, too angry to even get changed before slamming the door shut. He didn’t even put on shoes and now his bright red socks were in plain sight.

Wait! (Y/n)!

Enjolras’ eyes lightened up at the sudden realisation: (Y/n) has always been his friend and she wouldn’t abandon him now, would she?

His feet carried him right in front of the girl’s apartment which was in the same building but on another floor. He was a bit nervous but knocked nonetheless and after only a few minutes he was graced with the beautiful - wait Enj, get it together - smile of his (Y/n). No, wait, not his like his his.

“Hey, Enj! What brings you here?” asked the girl cheerfully, leaning on the door.

“Hey, ehm, Grantaire is giving another kinda party and I need to study. Can I crash here for a few hours?” he replied nervously.

(Y/n) laughed, shaking her head. “Grantaire’s getting drunk again, you better check on him later…but for now, come on in!”

“Thanks freckles.” Relaxing, Enjolras smiled and winked at her, passing the door with all his things.

“Do you want something?”

(Y/n) was in the small kitchen while Enj was positioning all his books on the little table in the main room. He had a clear view of (Y/n) from his position.

“No, thanks, I’m good.”

“Ok, tell me if you need anything” and with a smile she left the kitchen, going towards her room.

She was always so kind and Enjolras really liked it. Most people tended to keep him at a distance because he was always too immersed in his work but not her. Never her. She had been welcoming since day one. She even had the courage to actually shout at Enjolras, a thing no one did in a very long time because apparently he was too intimidating.

He was intrigued by this girl.

It was only after a little time that (Y/n) returned and sat at the table, right in front of Enjolras, who was watching her every move. She had all her books so she was probably going to study with him. Suddenly Enjolras really liked this new arrangement.

“I thought I could study with you, is that ok?” asked (Y/n) with a small voice.

Enjolras beamed, “Sure!”

For almost three hours the apartment was full of silence and occasionally small talk. It was at a certain point that things changed: Enjolras looked up from his finally finished essay and he felt overwhelmed. (Y/n) was really beautiful. She was fully concentrated on her work, her pencil between her fingers and her eyebrows furrowed. Her hair seemed almost ethereal in that light. He didn’t know what to do, he never felt that way and suddenly he needed to spend more moments like this with her. Just to have the pleasure to see her in that particular light. Just that.

“(Y/n)?” the word escaped him before he could even think about it.

The girl looked up from her book and smiled at Enjolras. “Yes, Enj?”

“How would you feel about proofreading my essay? I could really use your help"

(Y/n) smiled and immediately made grabby hands towards him. How cute.

Enjolras chuckled - a thing that (Y/n) found very amusing - and gave her the essay.

“I’m gonna make some tea while you read it and then we can discuss it because I’m sure it’s awful”

“Nah, it seems pretty good"

“You just read the title, you dork"

(Y/n) snickered, “Yeah but the title is important”

They both laughed and so it began because the next week Enjolras came with another essay, and the same happened the week after and the week after and so on. It became a normal thing for Enj and (Y/n). Always the same routine: he came bringing the essay, made some tea while she read it and then they would discuss it together. Sometimes it was the other way around and he was the one to proofread (Y/n)’s essays, a thing that made him realize how really passionate the girl was.

And after discovering that Enjolras knew he was screwed for good.


“Where are you going?” Grantaire stopped Enjolras at the door.

“Not your business”

“Mhmm" murmured Grantaire while leaving the couch in order to find some food. “So you’re going to (Y/n)…”

“What?”

“You really think we didn’t know?” asked Grantaire, shocked. “Ponine lives with her, she told Marius she saw you there and puf! Everybody knows! So what’s going on?” smirked the black-haired guy.

“Nothing’s going on. We study.”

“Suuuure. So that’s why you look so…different!” smirked Grantaire, motioning towards Enjolras with his hands.

“…Different? How?”

“Well, like…all happy and lovey-dovey! It’s because you like studying, right?! That’s obvious” continued Grantaire sarcastically.

“I’m not lovey-dovey Grantaire” said Enj without meeting his friend’s eyes “and who the hell still uses that word?”

“Oh, ok sure. Maybe I’ll speak with (Y/n)”

Those were the last words Enjolras heard before leaving the apartment. He was frustrated. Yeah, he liked (Y/n): she made him feel happy and relaxed but all of this was so new to him that he didn’t really know what to do. He didn’t even know if telling her was the right thing to do. He thought she might reciprocate his feelings but he wasn’t sure and to top it all he wasn’t good at expressing his feelings with his words. He was only good in speaking about politics and things like that. He needed to find a way to tell her everything before someone else made a mess. He actually didn’t trust his friends: they were fantastic but they tended to meddle too much and this could lead to a disaster.


Enjolras worked almost the whole night so that he could be back at (Y/n)’s apartment the next day. This time he had a very special essay in his hands. He was about to knock when the door swung open.

“Oh, hey Enj!” greeted Eponine, smirking. “You’re lucky, I was just going out!”

He greeted her with a nasty look and a nod. “Ponine”

The girl laughed and left. “Try not to destroy anything and don’t do it on the couch!”

Enjolras flushed bright red and (Y/n) must have heard everything since she was now standing near the open door, sporting his same colour. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry about Ponine, Enj…“ started (Y/n)

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Cutting her off, Enjolras smiled and entered the apartment, trying to appear as confident as ever.

“Um, do you have another essay? So soon?”

“Well, yes but this is special.”

Let’s hope not to fuck up, Enj.

“Ok, gimme” said (Y/n) enthusiastically.

He gave her the work and went to make some tea. The usual.

(Y/n) felt there was something different and hoped everything was ok. Eponine and Cosette have been pestering her about Enjolras and their little arrangement after they noticed he lingered at their place for longer than necessary and especially when (Y/n) was at home alone. She only hoped it wasn’t getting awkward because he heard something. She really liked him but she also knew Enjolras wasn’t the kind of guy to start a relationship and certainly not with her: in her eyes, she was just plain. And he was the fearless guy that used to speak in front of hundreds of students and attracted almost half of them with only his blue eyes and the passion behind them.

Leaving these thoughts in a black corner of her head, (Y/n) concentrated on the words in front of her. The text seemed to be way much shorter than the others. It looked more like a bunch of sentences on a blank page. “Are you sure you want to go with this Enj?”

“Just read it freckles!” called him from the kitchen. He was literally sweating.

She took a deep breath and started:

Can you tell me what love is? How can I know that what I feel is love?

All I know is that she’s there, sat in front of me. She’s beautiful. And yet she thinks she’s not. All I want is to look at her, while she reads, while she talks, while she smiles. While she explains her ideas with that passion that is specifically hers. God, her eyes are shining.

Is that love?

So, is he writing about some real girl? Are these his real thoughts? (Y/n) wanted - no, needed - answers because her stomach was starting to knot, exactly like when she was feeling anxious or extremely nervous and that usually brought nothing good. She looked towards him but he wasn’t looking her way so she simply took another deep breath and kept reading.

All I want to hear is her voice, how would it be in the morning? How would it be in the evening, when she’s tired? Is this love if all I want is to wake up next to her and go to bed the same way?

All I see is her, running towards me with a big bag full of food because I’ve been stupid enough to forget to eat at breakfast and at lunch.

No one noticed.

But she did.

Is this love if my heart skipped several beats when I saw her that day?

She remembered that day.  She noticed he was so invested in his plans for the meeting that he forgot to eat so she took care of that buying him something.

Tears started to gather in her eyes: he cared.

All I want - all I need - is to be near her, waiting for those eyes to focus on me; waiting for that mouth to smile at me; waiting for her to talk to me and me only.

Is that love? Is me being selfish love too?

He really cared. He cared enough.

She couldn’t go on because her tears were making the words blurry. Her head snapped towards the kitchen where Enjolras was sipping his tea, stealing glances at her. He seemed calm but he was screaming inside. Especially when he noticed her tears. It wouldn’t have been the first time he fucked up.

Their eyes locked: blue against (y/e/c) and no words were needed anymore. She jumped from the chair and Enjolras had only the time to put the mug down before she was hugging him so tight he almost stopped breathing. Well, he wasn’t going to complain. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her sweet scent, while she buried hers in his neck.

“I hope I didn’t mistaken anything…”

(Y/n) was still a bit overwhelmed: she’d never been the lucky one in love. So she simply shook her head and kissed him, burying her fingers in his blonde curls. Enjolras’ arms were keeping her near him and his hands were grabbing every part of her body they could reach.

His kiss was passionate but gentle: he made sure she understood how much he cared. And she did the same.

When they separated they both looked in each other eyes and giggled.

“So, is this love (Y/n)?”

“Yes, this is love, Enjolras”

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Some more daily drawings feat trying to draw gross hands because they’re my favorite, mini background gouache studies and a doodle surprisingly popular on instagram ??

I’m really starting to feel the benefit of drawing everyday, even if it’s a bit daunting, I feel like I end up trying to make my sketches pop more, or not stop my studies at their bare minimum because I want it to look good knowing it will be on the internet

I really gotta start doing big illustrations again too tho

@beanpots Day and Night AU has me destroyed… seriously, it’s amazing please go check it out i’M D Y I N G

I had been stalking the tag for days until I decided to go draw fanart for it because something as amazing as that needs recognition!!

Thank you, @beanpots!!!

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And of course all credit for the concept and AU goes to beanpots :) I just drew what inspired me.

Art © Daelyn Carroll

Exchange Student

Jungkook x Reader

Genre : Angst, fluff, smut
Word count : 1K
Warnings : 18+
Status : On going

You bend down to grab some of your laundry to take it downstairs. You make your way to the laundry basket, not expecting the doorbell to ring. You jump up slightly from the sudden sound and turn around. “Mom, the door!” You continue putting your clothes into the basket and check if there’s laundry in the washing machine already. “Mom?” You don’t get an answer and decide to peek through the peeking hole in the door. You see a tall guy standing there. You hesitate for a moment before opening the door. “Hello?” – “Ah.. Am I at the right address? I came here for the exchange program.” His slight accent catches you off guard. He gives a friendly smile and tilts his head a bit. “You are the.. Exchange student?” – “Yeah, so this is the right place?” He sticks out his hand to introduce himself. His brown hair, dark brown eyes distract you for a moment before you take his hand and introduce yourself as well. “Jeon Jungkook.” He gave another friendly smile. “(Y/N)” There were a couple of awkward silent seconds before you let him into the house. “My mom is coming home soon, so maybe just-“ He just stares at the floor. “Are you okay?” You ask. He brings his eyes back up to yours. “Are those yours?” You immediately follow his eyes back down to the ground only to find your black lace panties laying there. “I.. They.. I was doing the laundry, ah… They must’ve fallen.. I..” You immediately grab them from the floor and rush into the kitchen to throw them into the laundry. “I’m sorry about that, I just..” You turn around to find him rather close to you suddenly. “They’re nice.” He backs off and places his bags on the ground. You feel your face heating up, turning red. Why do I have a feeling this boy will bring me nothing but trouble? He’s been here for not more than 2 minutes but I’m already caught off guard. “Would you like.. Anything to drink?” – “Water would be fine.” You walk over to the cupboard to grab a glass. You always have to stand on your toes to be able to reach up there. “Need help?” You turn your head around to see him looking at your entire figure, scanning you head to toes. “I’m fine.” You grab two glasses and turn on the tap. You hand him his glass of water. “Thanks.” You just nod, trying to avoid direct eye contact. You hear your ringtone coming from the living room and the both of you turn your heads in the direction of the sound. You make it to the living room as quick as you can, even if it’s just to escape the awkward silence in the kitchen. You pick up the phone, hearing your mom’s voice. “What? Mom, why?” A couple silent seconds followed as your mom explained that she will be home later from work due to another urgent meeting. Your mom is a journalist and sometimes has to come to the office for urgent meetings about either big happenings or just simply because they can’t wait until the next day. “Okay, okay.. Yes, he arrived.. Okay, yep.. Bye mom.” You slowly let your hand rest along the side of your body, your phone still in your hand. “Everything okay?” You hear Jungkook enter the living room but you stay still. “Yep, fine, just.. My mom will be home later so.. We will have to take care of dinner.” You slowly turn around but you can’t help but let out a sigh. “That’s okay, I’ll treat us on some pizza.” – “No, it’s fine, you’re our guest, my treat.” – “Oh please, let me treat you, it’s the least I can do to thank you for letting me stay here.” – “Okay.. I guess.” He only gives you a small smile, grabbing his phone out of his pocket. “Order or diner?” He looks up from his phone, waiting for your response. “Order.” The idea of being able to just hang out on your couch felt like a better thing to do instead of going out into town with a guy you don’t even know yet to get some pizza. Actually, it doesn’t sound half as bad, but this just seemed better. “Okay, ordering 2 large pizza’s. Preference?” He stares at you, waiting for your answer. “Just order something, I’m up for any pizza, really.” You receive a small chuckle from him as he orders the pizza’s. You walk over to the couch and let your body become one with it. You completely melt into the couch and you feel someone else do the same on the other side of the couch. “This couch is hella comfortable.” – “I know, right?” The both of you smile and you grab the remote, turning on the tv. As seconds pass, they become minutes, as minutes pass, you hear the doorbell ring. Placing your hands on the couch, you push yourself up. You walk over to the door, followed by Jungkook. “I’ll pay.” He grabs his wallet out of his pocket and opens the door before you even get the chance. He pays the delivery guy and brings the pizza’s into the living room. The entire house smells of pizza now and you love every bit of it. And then to think that about 1.5 hours ago you met this guy and he found one of your panties on the floor, and now you’re hanging on the couch, eating pizza and watching tv. Maybe this isn’t going to be as bad as you thought it was. What could go wrong anyway? He’s just some guy who’s going to study here for a while for an exchange program and then he will go back to… To… “Hey, Jungkook, where are you from again?” – “Korea.” He says with his mouth full. You just nod. So, he’s just here for an exchange program and then he will go back to Korea. This is going to be easy.