kinda revolution


5th Stage: Mamo’s Spins


Damaged (John Laurens x Reader)

A/N: Okay, so this is my first post for Hamilton and I have to say..this shit is really dark. But nevertheless, I am going to post it and pray that y’all like it. Please request more if you like it! My requests ARE OPEN. Just a reminder. Oh, and please don’t hate me for writing this, haha! I didn’t intend for it to be so dark.

Word Count: 1750+

WARNINGS: This is REALLY dark. So if you don’t like stuff like that, don’t read this. It is as simple as that. There are also mentions of abuse and the reader does get hurt. Also, that being said, I do NOT condone violence or physical abuse of any kind. If you find yourself in a situation such as this, do whatever it takes to get out. Find help, kick their ass, whatever. You don’t deserve to be treated as anything less than royalty. That goes for you boys too! 

 Onto the story now!

There is nothing but the sound of John’s voice as he sits in the chair beside the bed. I am currently pretending to be asleep while he hums “Blackbird” in a continuous loop. It’s been like this for an hour. Him humming and me “sleeping”.

Then, John stops humming abruptly.

“I know you’re awake,” he says.

I don’t move. I don’t speak. I keep my eyes shut. I feel his heated gaze on my back. I know he is frustrated but is trying to restrain himself. I know exactly what he wants to do to me.

But instead, he yanks my blankets off of me and stands me in front of him. I keep my eyes trained on the floor but not for long. He takes my head in his hands and forces me to look at him. When we make eye contact, a smile that is not his own crosses his features. My heart clenches as he presses a kiss to my forehead. Who is this man?

“How did you sleep, my love,” he asks. I stare at him. His eyes are lighter today, and he has allowed his hair to frame his face. He looks like the man I fell for. He looks…normal.

But I know that he is anything but normal now.

“What are you thinking about?”

His voice carries a threatening edge. I bite my lip before replying.

“Nothing,” I whisper.

His eyes immediately grow darker. His nails begin to dig into my skin. I inhale sharply.

“Are you lying to me,” he asks through clenched teeth. “You know what I’ll do if you’re lying.”

Memories of the previous night flood my mind. My fear must show on my face because his grip softens, and he smiles sadly. He begins to stroke my cheek. It takes everything inside of me not to throw up at the loving look he’s giving me.

“I’m sorry to bring that up, love. I don’t want to hurt you. I just need you to behave. Will you behave for me today, babygirl?”

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shaelit  asked:

Hi hi hi beg pardon, but I just saw your N&S tags. Have you never watched North and South before?!

nope! i’ve been meaning to since seeing gifs of it on tumblr a while ago but i always say “book first” and then proceed to not read the book. but now i’m actually reading the book, so,

just so you know

a while back i covered an entire page in my european history notebook with a bunch of stuff about the amis and in the center

the written equivalent of screaming at victor hugo about enjoltaire

and you know what my teacher wrote on the bottom



// “we kinda wanted people to fall in love with the band the same way you fall in love with a person - the more you get to know about somebody over a long period of time, the more you both invest in the relationship” //

okay but group verse, mostly like nbc’s revolution and kinda like cw’s the 100 where a group of teens and young adults have survived a massive global power loss and are now living in a world where electricity doesn’t exist. there’s a militia taking control of everything, but also a group of rebels trying to surge and overpower it. and there’s another, smaller one that, after being confronted by the militia, go on a journey to find someone that has been rumoured to know how to get the power back on. they go through a lot of things, like passing by camps where milita have enslaved people, and try and fight off small armies that after the head of the militia finds out about them and their little quest. also, if you haven’t seen revolution, it’s amazing, but here’s a little preface:

Everything stopped working. We weren’t prepared. Fear and confusion led to panic; The lucky ones made it out of the cities. The government collapsed. Militias took over, controlling the food supply and stockpiling weapons. We still don’t know why the power went out, but we’re hopeful that someone will come and light the way.” 

we’d need:

- the main group of teens / young adults
- members of the militia ( ranks, including a captain and even a general ! )

if you’re interested, watch the extended trailer ( 3 mins ), like this or IM me, bc i’m getting a mighty need !!!

sex is kinda like the french revolution. it’s a disaster, there’s a guillotine, the bread prices rise rapidly, Marat is calling for blood

you know what i dont know why i started writing this post

In response to this convo. Poor Katrina never stood a chance. 

The thing about Katrina is that she is (woefully) useless by the standards of today, but because of a time when women weren’t allowed to do a whole lot, Katrina must have seemed at the time the most interesting woman Ichabod had ever come across. In fact, in the flashbacks, Katrina (for all the faults she still had) was at her most palatable, assured, confident and apparently useful (if that even means anything). Ichabod must have looked at her in the 1700′s and been like “Whoa, working kinda independently for the revolution? Wants to marry for love and defy social conventions? Stood up to me about not being a bystander to injustice? Also she’s pretty? Wow, this is the most interesting and dynamic woman ever!”

As we now know, even then her accomplishments weren’t that swell and all had shit consequences. She’s never been interesting, but I bet she was sure interesting by comparison. Maybe to him, she seemed so much cooler than any other woman he’d met, only because of what other women he’d encountered had been allowed to do? And then there’s the lust aspect too. I’m sure Ichatrina was what passed for a spicy romance back in the past.  

And that’s to say nothing of the fact that they ended up being incompatible people that weren’t even really friends once the pressure of war and revolution was no longer a factor. The problem of Season 2 was thinking that a character that should have stayed in the past and a romance that should have stayed there as well were halfway as intriguing by 2015 standards as they were in the late 1700′s. 

So then he gets to the future and gets a load of Grace Abigail Mills, a woman he initially thinks is an emancipated slave for God’s sake, and also scoffs: “a female lieutenant…” and then discovers she is the most capable, smart, hardworking, kind, selfless, dynamic, and beautiful person in the room at any given time and he’s like: “….. HOLY SHIIIIT” and is just struck dumb by this.

And it’s been aaaaaaall about her ever since. Beside himself with glee about their witness bond, making heart eyes and talking about “their” world because if it’s a world that allows a woman like Abbie Mills to exist, he’s ALL ABOUT IT.