period modern

anonymous asked:

I'm looking for books on the Traditional path, do you have any titles on the top of your heads? What does it mean to be a traditional witch? What role, if any, does the Devil play in this form of the craft? I'm new to this and looking for literally ANY information that you can give me. Thank you so much I adore your blog!

There are a few different sects of traditional witchcraft, and the books will vary depending on what sect you’re looking at. 

Just to name a few specific traditions, there is Cochrane’s Craft, Feri, Sabbatic, and Luciferian. Often times, those traditions can overlap one another. Books involving these would include all writing by Daniel Schulke, Andrew Chumbley, Nigel Jackson, Cochrane, etc.
Then you have the other half of traditional witches, who don’t really follow a defined or named path, but pull their knowledge from cultural roots, folkloric roots, and the practices/beliefs/superstitions of the European Early Modern Period. Therein, you will find a lot of books on anthropology, history of beliefs, folklore, etc. One book I would highly recommend is “Cunning Folk and Familiar Spirits” by Emma Wilby. 

In essence, there are two ways to separate it. Traditional Witchcraft (being the first listed) and traditional witchcraft (the second). 
It depends on the tradition, but the first set of traditions often focus much on high magic and ceremonial practices, whereas the second involved much low/folk magic (but does not necessarily exclude ceremony and vice versa). 
Often times, the two forms of traditional witchcraft tend to flow into one another. 

The Devil is an initiatory figure, who guides, teaches, and assists witches who choose to follow him. In traditional witchcraft, he is often described as “The Dark Man” or “The Witch Father”, as he acts as a guardian to witches. He isn’t necessarily the Devil as most know him, and at the same time, he can be. Many traditional witches found their way to this path through him, as his way of creating witches is to chew up the person and spit out the witch. He is also considered the wilderness embodied. However, while traditional witchcraft stresses a connection with the wilderness and land on which you work, it does not require that one work with the Devil, or any deity at all. 

alunarrevolutionary  asked:

What are your witches' backgrounds and relationships with each other?


Okay, so for this one I have like nothing abt setting or backstory basically but they’re all witches in the modern time period and obviously in secret!!! so w/o further ado

Mayum: the mom friend 300000%. She’s a graduate student at a college in New York and technically she could have graduated a year ago but she stayed because she just loves centers for learning sooo much. Tall and stately, and she’s always wearing silks so they billow around her majestically. She’s very calm, levelheaded, and collected, and likes tea a lot. She’s Persian and she visits her home whenever she can. Her hijab is always perfect. Always. 

Champakali: Very very bubbly, outgoing, and talkative - she hasn’t stopped talking since the day she was born. She’s always chattering and she’s super short and bounces on her tiptoes a lot, usually with a stack of books clutched to her chest. When she gets angry she screws up her face and her cheeks go dark. Wears round glasses and has craazy long hair. She also loves reading and information (she can speed read like crazy) and WILL write an essay about why you’re wrong just for spite. 

Daliah: Basically your typical grunge tumblr girl with the adidas jackets and velvet shorts. She lives in a little apartment in NY and wears a CRAZY amount of eyeshadow w/ black lipstick. Barely has a heart tbh. Her apartment is pretty sparse, and she has absolutely no trace of family anywhere. Prefers levitating her various cacti instead of doing anything ever. 

Mayum and Champakali are BFFS5EVER and also they’re girlfriends but not officially. Like, they’re in love with each other and hold hands and hang out with each constantly but neither of them are brave enough to name it (sexualtensionsexualtensionsexualtension). But besides that, they are really good friends. They’re always at the library or at the Greens, a little cafe/park in the middle of campus. Mayum is the calm to Champakali’s excitement and they have perfected the art of studying together. They dream of owning a little apartment together when they graduate with floor-to-wall shelves and tea every hour on the hour. 

Mayum and Daliah don’t get along great. Mayum always tries her hardest (and) for diplomacy, but Daliah just doesn’t give two shits, and Mayum hates slackers. It’s very terse between them, constantly. But one time, Mayum found her crying on her patio over a cigarette and a torn up picture of her father and Daliah thinks she’s gonna use it for blackmail and so she’s constantly on edge about it, but eventually she softens.

Daliah pretends to hate Champakali bc she’s noisy, chirpy, and everything Daliah has aspired NOT to be, but secretly, she greatly enjoys her company. Champakali always brings some fresh air into her dark, dingy apartment, because whether she wants to admit it or not, Daliah really needs the company. Mayum doesn’t understand why Champakali sometimes goes to great lengths to get Daliah some groceries or pick up her clothes from the laundromat, but Daliah’s got issues and Champakali understands. Daliah rarely outwardly says thank you, but it’s in the little things, like her accidentally finding the rare book Champakali’s been looking for in a little bookstore on the corner. 

anonymous asked:

Given your detailed insight into past historical events throughout the world; I have a question I would like to pose to you. What factors would you say contributed to Switzerland's ability to maintain neutrality in both the first and second world wars even though they were dead center between the conflicting powers? And would you liken Switzerland to The Vale?

Well, one of the big reasons why Switzerland was able to stay neutral in the First World War is that invading it would be very difficult with the technology of the time period. Modern warfare in the time of World War I favored the defender, and Switzerland has imposing natural defenses. The only real advantage to taking over Switzerland would be to try and flank one line, and there were already prepared defenses in France and Germany both. The advantage of putting Switzerland on the enemy’s side, opening a new Swiss front which would devote manpower and materiel from other engagements, and Switzerland’s neutrality is easy to understand for World War I.

Now, in World War II, there’s a lot more stuff going on there. The big thing has to do with the psychology of Hitler; Switzerland wasn’t relevant to Hitler’s ideology. There weren’t many Swiss Germans, and Switzerland wasn’t a party in the Treaty of Versailles. Switzerland also isn’t very strategically valuable. The Germans and Italians already had rail lines, and there was no need to use Switzerland to flank France since they already occupied France. The heavily mountainous terrain made using German armor difficult, and that would devote the Wehrmacht’s attention away from other fronts. The Swiss also had strong financial ties to the powers of Europe, especially the Nazis, so attacking that would have hurt the Third Reich’s pocketbook. Hitler would have absolutely invaded Switzerland if he saw strategic value in it, but the return wasn’t worth it.

Thanks for the question, Anon.

SomethingLikeALawyer, Hand of the King

What the Hell is Modern Architecture? Part Two: Mid-Century Madness

Hello friends! It’s everybody’s favorite time of the 20th century, kudos to Mad Men

For the purpose of this post, Mid-Century starts in the late 1930s and goes through about 1960. While the 60s were integral to the concept of “Mid-Century Modernism” to people who shop at Design Within Reach, it really belongs to the period known as Late Modernism, which will be the subject of next week’s post. 

Where we left off with our beloved modernists two weeks ago, World War II was just starting. Coincidentally, it turns out dictators really like columns and stuff (who knew), and so Mies van der Rohe and Walter Gropius fled to the US where they responded to the hostile takeover of their countries by committing a benevolent takeover of the major American universities.  

Though the architecture of fascism was overwhelmingly traditional, (with the exception of Italian Futurism) modernism has still been deemed “fascist” by the ill-informed for over fifty years. Go figure. 

The Second World War had a major impact on the field of architecture. For one, it destroyed previous socioeconomic orders, and the horrific use of technology to commit so many heinous atrocities undermined its central position in the previous ideas of technocratic utopia. The machine for living in had a bad taste in its mouth, now. 

In addition, in Europe, the destruction of so many urban communities during the war left a vacuum for housing projects, many of which failed and most of which were completely insensitive to people’s aesthetic needs post-tragedy. 

But I’m getting a little ahead of myself. One of the pinnacle struggles of midcentury was the battle to continue old norms (the International Style of 1920s Europe) and to pave new frontiers. Meanwhile, in non-western countries, this prewar architecture spread like wildfire, partially as a reaction against the 19th century traditionalism they inherited from colonialism. In countries like Finland, Brazil, and Mexico, there was considerable effort to balance new modern aesthetics with national identities and climates. 

But back to the Bauhaus babes: Gropius (and later Marcel Breuer) were both invited to teach at Harvard, effectively ending that school’s history of Beaux Arts classicism. 

Gropius’ arrival did something else for American architecture: with the exception of Richard Neutra & Co. on the west coast and Wright in the Midwest, American architecture was relatively stale innovation-wise on the East Coast, and bringing Gropius in kickstarted architectural change in that region

Gropius’ students, sick of the rather boring eclecticism of the time, flocked to hear the new European ideas, including future stars Paul Rudolph (my personal bae), IM Pei, and Philip Johnson, who would all go on to be icons of Late Modernism (and to some extents, its scapegoats.)

Enter the Saarinens

Meanwhile in the Midwest, where actual progress happened in lieu of lectures, the Finnish-born architect Eliel Saarinen and his son, Eero, effectively kickstarted the aesthetics of the mid-century. Eliel, a figure of the previous generation, shifted his attention to American design late in life, but Eero seemed to have been born into the American jet-set ideal. 

Saarinen the Younger established his reputation when he won the competition to build the 1947 Jefferson National Expansion Memorial in St. Louis, Missouri aka:

The 1950s were a period of (highly idealized) prosperity and optimism (despite the constant threat of nuclear winter) with a focus on scientific progress and good ol’ American ingenuity. 

It was said ingenuity that enabled new methods of construction, including the wall of glass. One of the pinnacle examples of this progress and optimism was the General Motors Technical Center in Warren, Michigan begun by Saarinen the Elder and finished by Saarinen the Younger in 1948. 

It was in this building that the processes of American manufacturing, management, and industry were canonized in architectural form - the building, seemingly weightless, floats above a green, minimal lawn. 

Meanwhile, Mies

Meanwhile, Mies van der Rohe, was spending 1939-1956 building the new campus of the Illinois Institute of Technology. Mies was very fond of the craftsmanship of American steel manufacturing, and used the steel beam as a way to articulate his functional ideals with a finesse like no other. 

The glass box of the Institute’s Crown Hall was fervently egalitarian in that it was supposed to be good for anything and everything, and neutral to the concept of place and the specificity of internal function. 

(The irony of Mies’ buildings and their honesty of expression, is that the fire code of the time required that steel be surrounded by fireproofing, and therefore the steel visual on buildings such as Crown Hall, is, in fact, a decorative effect, something not lost on later theorists such as Robert Venturi.)

Mies’ seminal work of the period was the famous Farnsworth House (1945-51), where he applied the cool sleekness of his academic and industrial buildings to residential design. 

Perhaps Mies is most infamous in the long run for his tall skyscrapers, the most famous of which is the Seagram Building (New York City, 1954-8), which he designed with the help of Gropius acolyte Philip Johnson. 

The building owes its debts to Sullivan, who over half a century before, used appearance to express the ideal of its structure, an idea Mies evolved into “lying in order to tell the truth” - his steel frame hid within it wind bracing and other engineering necessities; the mullions separating the windows are applied, rather than structural necessity. 

While Mies’ aesthetic would be elevated to the epitome of American corporate style, it continued in the tradition of the Deutsches Werkbund of early modernity, which believed that industrial technique should be worn on the sleeve of architectural form. 

Unfortunately, the Miesian ideal was taken up by countless (often garbage) imitators, which reduced his finesse to mere uniformity, resulting in the endlessly replicating “glass box downtowns” of the 60s and 70s. The criticisms of later theorists that Mies left out the messiness of life within the glass structure, weren’t entirely invalid, but much of the time the ad nauseum replication of glass boxes are the faults of Mies’ imitators rather than Mies himself. 

Meanwhile, in Brazil and Finland

Brazil and Finland are perhaps the most notable of the nations to have adopted modernism after the pre-war German-French-American trichotomy, because their national architectural figures have contributed so much to the architecture of the time. 

Brazil’s strongman, Oscar Niemeyer, was born in Rio de Janeiro, and studied architecture at the Escola Nacional des Belas Artes. His architecture was heavily influenced by Le Corbusier, and featured a heavy use of reinforced concrete. Niemeyer was a believer in constructing “monuments” - architecture that stood out from its surroundings, and the concept that architecture should be infused with social idealism. 

Niemeyer’s most famous buildings were those built for the deal city of Brazil’s new capital, Brasilia. Built with Socialist ideas, such as the government owning apartments and leasing them to employees, and that the common worker and the top officials would share the same public spaces, the project, which was constructed hundreds of miles out in the middle of nowhere, aimed to bring a higher quality of life to a rural region.  

Unfortunately, his leftist politics resulted in his exile from Brazil, when Castelo Branco usurped the previous president and made Brazil a dictatorship until 1985. Oh well. 


In Finland, home of the Saarinens, the architect Alvar Aalto was quietly straight killing it at modern architecture. Unamused by the cold corporatism of the endlessly replicating glass box, Aalto and his contemporaries sought to infuse the vernacular traditions of their country, pre-industrial rusticism, and environmental consciousness with the sleekness of modernism

(This was easier to achieve in the Nordic countries, where rabid industrialization had not yet ruined natural resources such as timber.)

Aalto’s remarkable sensitivity to his clients and their anticipated behavior within his dwellings combined with his keen sense of place made his architecture successful during a time dominated by the necessity of post-war building making (in place of lasting architecture.)  

The sensitivity to the Earth, and the desire to embed his buildings fully into their environment (rather than make them objects on the lawn as was the modern tradition in Europe at the time), set Aalto apart from his contemporaries, and deeply inspired many young architects of midcentury, most notably Louis Kahn. 

But that’s not why y’all came here. Y’all came here for this:

On the Pop Side of Things: What Most People Think of When They Hear “Mid Century Modern”

While Gropius lectured, Mies built his boxes, Wright got weird with the Guggenheim, Aalto and Niemeyer led their countries as pioneers, and Corbu hid in Europe (butthurt that he was used for his input on the design of the United Nations building but never received the official commission- basically, he got catfished by the UN) the endless sprawl of the suburbs inched across the US, and the Federal Highway Act paved the way for a new way of life: sitting in the car a lot.

What most people associate with mid-century modernism are the “retro” vibes of the 50s - the Eames rocker, the fanciful signs, and the space-age hotels. What they don’t realize is that much of this beloved imagery existed outside the architectural canon, in the realm of folk or commercial architecture.

Suddenly, the world of motels, supermarkets, diners, and more sprung up seemingly overnight. The architecture of this time was designed to get people’s attention, and not much more - which is perhaps why it is so endearing. Originating from Southern California, this style was known as “Googie,” “Space Age,” and “Atomic Age” architecture, inspired by the events that transpired as part of the Space Race, and the pop culture surrounding the events of the Cold War.

Also originating in California, the ideal of the Mid-Century Modern House was canonized in the Case Study Houses (built for Arts & Architecture Magazine, made famous by the photographs of Julius Schulman), the houses of Richard Neutra, and the affordable tract home plans put together by architects such as Joseph Eichler, and Palmer & Kilmer.  

It makes sense that such architecture originated in California, a state that adopted the automobile with a fervent efficiency and built its best-known city of Los Angeles around it.

The unique decor made by companies like furniture giants Knoll and Herman Miller, fit right at home in such adventurous houses. Herman Miller hired the famous duo Charles and Ray Eames to design many lines of chairs and other furniture which have become iconic in and of themselves.

Photo: Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain

The Eames’ designs took the functionalism of modernism and infused it with fanciful coziness which became instantly appealing. The Eames’ chairs dared onlookers to sit in them, and were designed to excel at their purpose: to be sat in. These attributes, along with the slick futuristic design, have made Eames-design furniture timeless and highly desirable, even today.

While the Eameses were the most famous of the mid-century designers, the work of architects such as Eero Saarinen, and designers like George Nelson and Isamu Noguchi, should not be left out as well:

The fanciful nature of Mid-Century Modern design has seen a resurge in recent years, as younger generations delight in its charming simplicity and thoughtful execution for the first time.

Mid-century was the period during which American corporate zeitgeist, pop culture, and technological innovation reached its peak in the public eye. However, a new generation of architects were coming of age, whose sculptural monumentality would send a wave of dissent through the world of modernism, thrusting it into the period known as Late Modernism. 

Which is what we’ll get to next week! 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s post on Mid-Century Modernism! I’m sorry I couldn’t post an ugly house this Thursday, as it was Thanksgiving and drama was high. Trust me, the upcoming Michigan Monstrosity is well worth the wait. 

As a side note, for all of you who submitted a logo proposal to me, I am going through the entries (all 200 of them) and will select a winner soon, so stay tuned!

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Bit of a Flirt

Request: Can you do a TJeffs image with 16,18, 21?

16: You’re cute with glasses.
18: What are you five?
21: Don’t give me that look! It’s not my fault!

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Warning: lots of sexual innuendos/jokes, swearing? but when do i not swear in fics lmao

Kink Tag: none!

Period: Modern

Song: “Thin Air” - Olivia Holt ft. Jordan Fisher

A/N: So I collabed with @daveeddiggsit for this one and it ended up way cuter than we expected?? lol hope you enjoy!! (also there are several criminal minds references bc i’m like that)

You pushed your glasses back up the bridge of your nose as you continued typing away at your final thesis paper of the semester. Hair up in a bun, and some ratty university sweatpants on, you were looking a little worse for wear. But that was normal during finals week, right?

The library you had been holed up in for the past five hours was dead silent, allowing you to completely focus on your paper. Your eyes were glued to your laptop screen when you heard the sound of a chair scraping backwards but you were too in the zone to look up. As long as they didn’t disrupt your concentration, you’d be good.

“You ever think that the reason you’re wearing glasses is because you’ve been staring at that screen pretty closely for about two hours straight?” You heard a curious, deep voice interrupt your thoughts.

“You ever think about how the library is a quiet place for people to work,” you retorted without looking away from your screen.

“If you really want a quiet place to work, we could head back to my place and work on some other things too, if you know what I mean.” You could practically hear the smirk grow on his face.

“That sounds like one of the first lines in a Criminal Minds episode. Hard pass.”

“You like Criminal Minds? How about you let me profile you.

You finally glanced over and you could see that there definitely was a smirk on the very attractive man’s face. His hair was wildly curly, yet somehow tamable to an extent, facial hair adorned his defined jawline, and his amused brown eyes stared into your slightly-narrowed ones.

If you weren’t supposed to email this paper to your professor in six hours, you probably would’ve taken him up on his advances, but what was more attractive than Smirky Guy was an A on your paper. Which you then turned back to.

“Are you seriously just going to keep ignoring me?” He asked.


“I’m just going to keep flirting with you until you talk to me.”

“You call saying random pick up lines to a girl whose name you don’t know and receiving little to no response flirting?”

“Yup.” He said, mocking you.

You rolled your eyes and continued to type your paper.

“Aww, come on, four eyes, take a break and talk to me. It won’t hurt anyone.”

You completely turned to him. “‘Four eyes,’ really?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you, five?”

“Hey, ‘four eyes’ isn’t a bad thing. You look cute in glasses.” He grinned at you and even added a wink this time.

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Zelda and Ganon from my story The Modern History of Zelda, drawn on commission by @dibeediboop.

I love the way in the movie it makes out like Marius is one of the leaders of the rebellion, when in the book Marius is literally the goofy friend that says something dumb and everyone fondly rolls their eyes and goes ‘classic pontmercy’


Aaron Copland | Appalachian Spring

Alexander The Great in front of the tomb of Achilles.

This painting in the Louvre Museum is a work of Hubert Robert (1733 -1808) done around 1754.

The subject taken from the Greek rhetorician Claudius Aelianius or Aelian (Varia Historia, XII, 7), writing in the second century CE, and shows the Macedonian king having the tomb of Achilles opened in order to pay a homage to the Greek hero of the Trojan War.

Achilles’ relationship with Patroclus is a key aspect of his myth. Its exact nature has been a subject of dispute in both the classical period and modern times. Thus in 5th-century BCE Athens, the relationship was commonly interpreted as pederastic. Nowadays some see it as a love relationship of an egalitarian homosexual couple. It is the same case as the relationship between Alexander the Great and Hephaestion. The relationship between the Macedonian king and his dearest and closest friend and confidant, lasted their whole lives, and was compared, by others as well as themselves, to that of Achilles and Patroclus. Hephaestion and Alexander grew up in a time and place where homosexual affairs were seen as perfectly normal. Roman and later writers, taking the Athenian pattern as their example, have tended to assume either, that their sexual relationship belonged to their adolescence, after which they left it behind, or that one of them was older, the lover (erastes) and the other was the beloved (eromenos). Claudius Aelianus takes the latter view when he uses just such an expression when describing the visit to Troy: “Alexander laid a garland on Achilles’ tomb and Hephaestion on Patroclus’, indicating that he was Alexander’s eromenos, as Patroclus was of Achilles.” No other circumstance shows better the nature and length of their relationship than Alexander’s overwhelming grief at Hephaestion’s death. The many and varied ways, both spontaneous and planned, by which Alexander poured out his grief are overwhelming. In the context of the nature of their relationship however, one stands out as remarkable. Lucius Flavius Arrianus “Xenophon” (Arrian of Nicomedia, ca. 86 – 160), in his work Ἀλεξάνδρου ἀνάβασις says that Alexander “… flung himself on the body of his friend and lay there nearly all day long in tears, and refused to be parted from him until he was dragged away by force by his Companions.

This painting by Robert (known as Robert des Ruines) is close to Panini, who was his teacher during his long stay of 11 years in Rome, and it is considered to be one of the first productions of the French artist in that city. In the painting by the French vedutista, an architectural fantasy, we see a pyramid similar to that of Caius Cestius in Rome, the ruins of a temple with Ionic columns inspired by the temple of Saturn in the Roman Forum and a round temple, after the Roman temple of Vesta, or the temple of the Sybile in Tivoli. The statue standing at the left-hand side of the canvas is the so-called Antinous of the Belvedere, or Antinous Admirandus, the famous statue in the Pio-Clementino Museum of the Vatican. This statue, correctly identified as a Hermes in the 19th century, was long taken to be a depiction of the beautiful Bythinian lover of Emperor Hadrian, one of the great “eromenos-erastes” relationship of the antiquity.

weirdling  asked:

I have zero experience with witchcraft and have known no one personally who has. However I am incredibly curious and would love to begin experimenting, although from lurking the subject looks vast and cryptic. Where would I begin?

Considering you have no previous experience with or knowledge of the contemporary practice of witchcraft, I would suggest you first begin by reading and surveying literature that examines the history of witchcraft beliefs and practices. I realize, for many who are new to exploring witchcraft, there is a strong temptation to delve directly into the practical aspects with a desire to experiment a little. There are any number of practical-oriented books and online resources that are helpful in this area; however, these are generally written from the author and practitioner’s perspective, relying heavily on personal insights and intuitions. Developing a familiarity with the historical background of witchcraft, up through the modern period, will allow you to approach those practical materials with a more discerning and critical eye, helping you determine the credibility of a source and sift out from a text what is suitable to your needs and purposes.

I recommend starting with academic and scholarly resources, ethnographies, and texts or records of historical value. I compiled a short list of some recommended reading:

Books / Resources

For good measure, I’ve included a few texts below that serve as practical examples of early modern to contemporary witchcraft and cunning folk practices:

  • Mastering Witchcraft (1970) by Paul Huson. An early book of practical contemporary witchcraft; considered by many to be a classic.
  • The Grimoire of Arthur Gauntlet, editor David Rankine (2011). “a 17th Century London Cunning-man’s book of charms, conjurations and prayers”. Sloane MS. 3851: compiling elements of folk magic, the Heptameron, the writings of Agrippa, the Arbatel, Discoverie of Witchcraft, the biblical Psalms, etc.
  • Crone’s Book of Charms and Spells (1998) by Valerie Worth. This book details various charms, amulets, and herbal preparations. Some suggested materials for use are rare or exotic.
For A Reason (Lafayette x Reader)

Requested By: Anonymous

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day and you go out with your best friends the Schuyler Sisters. See what happens when a certain Frenchman catches your eye.

Warnings: None, I don’t think.

Time Period: Modern

Words: 1330

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!! I hope you are all having an amazing day because each and everyone of you guys are beautiful and deserve the best!!! Anyway, I’m sorry this story isn’t the greatest, but hey it’s Valentine’s Day. Enjoy, send in any requests you have, and have a great day!

You strongly believed in the idea that everything happened for a reason. People chose certain professions for a reason, people made certain choices for a reason, and people loved certain people for a reason.

When your friends had texted asking if you wanted to go out on Valentine’s Day to celebrate being single, you accepted; for a reason. That evening, you put on a (y/f/c) dress that made you feel on top of the world, with matching heels. After curling your hair and perfecting your makeup, you were ready to hit the bar.

Your friends Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy and come to drive you to the bar where you would be spending your evening. Once you reached your destination, you grabbed a couple of drinks and a table. Smiling all around, each of you raised your glasses and took a sip.

“Who needs a boyfriend?” you asked. “We are strong, independent, badass women who can be just as happy single as we would be if we were in relationships.” you declared, taking another sip of your drink.

“Amen!” Peggy agreed.

“You’re right girl.” Angelica added.

“Preach!” Eliza finished, giggling.

As the night wore on, you, Angelica, Peggy, and Eliza had a few more drinks, danced quite a bit, and flirted with some guys. The entire time, one man in particular had caught your eye. He had curly hair, kind eyes, and a handsome face.

The stranger was with a group of 3 other men. Unfortunately, you were not brave enough to walk over to them and talk to the curly haired man. Each time you glanced his way, one of your friends tried to encourage you to talk to him.

“No.” you told them. “What happened to our whole agreement that we are better off single?” you asked, reminding them of the start of the night.

Peggy rolled her eyes and rested a hand on your shoulder. “That can be true sometimes, (y/n), but if you find a guy you like you need to go after him.” she encouraged.

“You guys know I believe everything happens for a reason. So if we are meant to be fate will bring us together.” you tried to reason with them.

The night was winding down and you knew it would be time to head home soon. Deciding to get one last drink, you went to the bar to order it. On your way back, your head was down as you stared at the little screen of your phone. Before you could look up, you collided with a tall, warm figure.

You groaned as your drink spilled on your dress a bit, but you looked up to see what you hit. Eyes up, you took a breath, noticing it was the handsome stranger from earlier.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Miss.” he apologized, handing you some napkins in attempt to fix the accident.

Although you couldn’t speak, you accepted the napkins and dabbed at the stain on your dress. When you realized the man was still there, you gathered your courage to speak.

“Please don’t worry about, it was my fault anyway.” you told him, smiling softly.

He smiled back and saw that you had lost all of your drink. “Well either way, please let me buy you a new drink.” he offered.

You gave him a sly look and gained some confidence. “I thought I was always told to not accept drinks from strangers at the bar, especially when I don’t know their name.” you retorted, laughing lightly.

The man laughed once he realized you were joking. “My name is Gilbert du Motier, but most people call me Lafayette.” he introduced, sticking his hand out.

Accepting his hand, you shook it and introduced yourself. “It’s nice to meet you, Lafayette, I am (y/n). And I will take you up on your offer for that drink.”

After Lafayette bought you a drink, the two of you headed to a booth in the back. You ended up just talking and talking about your lives for almost an hour. At one point he was laughing so hard that part of his drink sloshed out of his cup, onto your leg, again.

“Je suis vraiment désolé!” he spoke as he worked quickly to clean up the spilt liquid.

“C'est bon, ne vous inquiétez pas.” you reassured him, waving it off.

Lafayette stopped what he was doing and stared at you, incredulously, but had a huge grin on his face. “You-you speak French?” he stammered, amazed.

You nodded shyly and answered. “Oui, I took it all throughout high school and college.” you admitted.

“C'est incroyable!” he complimented.

A silence settled between the two of you, but it was awkward. You both gazed at each other, not saying a word or moving a muscle. That was until Lafayette started to lean towards you until he captured your lips with his.

Meanwhile, your friends had been wondering where you wondered off to. They knew you were still at the bar because they were your ride home, but you weren’t answering your phone.

During the time they spent looking for you, Eliza started talking to a man named Alexander Hamilton. Coincidently, he and his group of friends were looking for their other friend, Lafayette.

“Does he have dark, curly hair?” Angelica asked, putting two and two together.

“Yes.” the man named Hercules answered.

John piped up next. “Have you seen him?”

“Well our friend, (y/n), has been interested in him all night.” Peggy remarked, while sending a few flirty glances John’s way.

“Well, let’s go find them.” Eliza stated with a smile.

It didn’t take long, but eventually Alexander, Eliza, Peggy, John, Hercules, and Angelica finally found you and Lafayette. You were still at your booth in the back, but this time you were full on making out.

Your one arm was wrapped in Lafayette’s hair and the other was around his neck. His one arm was on your waist, drawing you flush against his chest, while the other was tangled in your hair.

The two of you were oblivious to the fact that there were now six people watching you, until you heard a deep voice clear their throat. Pulling away, your cheeks turned red when you saw your best friends glancing down on your with smirks on their faces.

“Get some, (y/n).” they laughed, while you buried your face further into your hands.

At the same time, Lafayette’s friends were poking fun at him, until the shorter man with dark hair spoke up. “So, uh, what was going here?” he asked, laughing because he was fully aware of what was happening.

The Schuyler Sisters crossed their arms and looked at you, the same question on their faces.

“Umm, he had-” you began, but you were cut off.

“It was an accident!” Lafayette shouted and you hit his chest.

“Did you really think they were going to fall for ‘It was an accident’?” you mocked, leaning into his chest.

In front of you, each person was laughing their heads off, clutching onto their sides. When they calmed down, Angelica grabbed your arm and spoke. ‘Sorry to break this up, but we have to head out down.” she let you know.

You nodded, but had a small frown on your face. “Enchanté.” you told Lafayette and got up to leave, but before you could, he handed you his phone.

“If you want you to, you can put your number in and I’ll text you.” he offered, looking a bit embarrassed. You nodded rather hurriedly and typed in your number.

With one last kiss, you gathered your things and left with your girls. All they teased you the whole ride back, you smiled and thought about your evening.

Everything had happened for a reason. You had agreed to go out instead of throwing yourself a pity party, you had ran into Lafayette for a reason, and you had given him your number for a reason.

Best Valentine’s Day ever!


Request:  Number 16 Aaron burr. Where Alexander somehow blackmails or dares Aaron to ask the reader out with a cheesy pick up line. Please? <3

Prompt 16:  “You know, you look a lot like my next girlfriend/boyfriend/partner” “And you look exactly like the person I turn down two seconds from now.”

Pairing: Aaron Burr x Reader

Time period: Modern

Word count: 1,783

Warning: None

A/N: Here it is! Finally, an Aaron imagine for you Burr-loving rascals. Hope you enjoy!

On days like this, Aaron wished he had better friends. Ones that didn’t insist on horsing around in public. Ones that didn’t nearly get kicked out more than three times in one trip to the mall. Ones that had a little more class. Yet, of course, Alexander and his friends were actual maniacs and Aaron had to put up with them.

“Alexander, I don’t think you’re allowed to take drinks into the stores,” Aaron pointed out as the accused man sipped on his coke obnoxiously.

“Yeah? And who’s gonna stop me?” Alex questioned smugly.

“Probably that security guard,” John said, pointing over Alex’s shoulder at the strongly built member of mall security glaring straight at Alex. The small man froze before turning on his heel to find the nearest garbage can, leaving his friends to laugh at his terror. 

“Hey, isn’t that (Y/N) with Jefferson and his little lackey?” John suddenly spoke up, turning everyone’s gazes to your little group. 

Aaron felt butterflies flutter in his stomach at the sight of you. You were laughing at something James Madison had said, sprawled out in your bench seat so your leg was resting on both your friend’s laps and your back was against the arm. Your other leg hung off the side, foot tapping against the pristine marble of the mall’s floor. His eyes were soft as he admired you, but Hercules had to ruin everything as he called your name.

“Hey, (Y/N)!!” He said, waving his arm in the air to catch your attention. You looked up from your conversation and smiled brightly as you waved back, much more calmly. Aaron was almost caught off guard by your beautiful smile, but he had only one question in his mind.

Since when did you know these buffoons?

“Who are you waving at?” Alexander, finally returning to the group, asked, trying to see over Hercules’ shoulder.

“(Y/N).” Lafayette answered. Alexander grimaced as he noticed you, or rather who you were sitting with.

Ugh, they’re with Jefferson.“ He said in disgust before getting onto his toes and waving frantically your way. "Hey (Y/N)!!!" 

"Keep your voice down!” Aaron scolded in a hushed tone, as if he was trying to keep the world’s biggest secret. They were already getting dirty looks from staff and security. He worried they might toss them out if they continued to misbehave. Plus, the last thing he wanted was for you to see him with these idiots.  

“What’re you so scared of, Burr?” Lafayette asked watching as Aaron subconsciously glanced your way. John, also catching the look, grinned widely  
“Getting tossed out, mostly," Aaron answered, noticing the mischievous glint in John’s eye.

” You sure it doesn’t have anything to do with (Y/N)?“ John asked, throwing his arm over Aaron’s shoulder. Aaron glared at the curly haired man.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So you didn’t just look at them?”

“I didn’t." 

"I saw it too,” Lafayette mentioned, with a small chuckle. 

Aaron tried not to act too defiantly,  knowing they were just picking on him, trying to find any way to get on his nerves. They didn’t actually know about his crush… right? 

“I hardly even know (Y/N).”

“Well, since that’s the case,” Alexander began, a mischievous grin on his face. “why don’t you go talk to them?” 

"And why would I do that?”

“Because I dare you.”

"What, are we in middle school?"  Aaron asked, eyebrow raised accusingly. He almost couldn’t believe they were being this childish. Almost.

"I double-dog dare you,” Hercules piped up, a devilish smirk on his face. 

“That’s just childish." 

"I triple-dog dare ya!” John exclaimed excitedly.

“Now you’ve gotta do it, Burr,” Laf said with a grin, crossing his arms. 

Looking the group over, Aaron let out a heavy sigh. He knew he wouldn’t be able to win. They’d hound him until he agreed. 

“Fine, I’ll go talk to them if it’ll make you children happy.” He groaned.

How hard could it really be?

“Wait. You gotta say something to them while you’re over there.” Alex said.

In that moment, the look in Alexander’s eye said nothing but trouble. 

As Aaron walked up to your group nervously, his fingers fiddling with the hems of his sleeves, he knew for a fact he was done for. He would become a laughing stock to Thomas and James, and likely ruin any chance he had with you, just with a single sentence. 

James was the first to notice him walk up, as you and Thomas were engaged in conversation. He greeted Aaron, which caught your attention enough to notice he had even approached you. You’d only vaguely recognized the face as someone you’d occasionally seen on school campus. 

“Are you going to be joining us?” James asked, beginning to scoot closer to Thomas to accommodate for the new person. Aaron quickly stopped him though.

“Uh, no, I just wanted to tell (Y/N) something." 

"Me?” You asked, looking at Thomas to see him give a knowing glance to James. The exchange only left you more confused.

What did Aaron have to say to you? You’d hardly spoke three words to the guy.

“Alright then. Shoot.”

“I just wanted to say…” He paused, taking a breath before speaking,  “You know, you look a lot like my next partner.” 

Thomas’ hand flew up to cover his mouth and muffle the laugh that threatened to escape. James looked at Aaron with raised eyebrows, almost unable to believe he said something so idiotic.  But Aaron only focused on you. Your unamused face, your crossed arms, and he immediately felt the need to run.

“Really? ‘Cause you look exactly like the person I turn down two seconds from now.”

As if it couldn’t get worse,

Thomas began laughing hysterically into his palm. James coughed awkwardly as you stared expectantly at Aaron, waiting for what else he had to say. But that was it. That was all Alexander had told him to say.

Aaron began babbling, trying to collect his words into proper sentences. Nothing.

He turned on his heel and stormed beck to Alexander’s little group, face burning. Thomas’ voice could be heard in the split second before he hurried away.

“Damn, (Y/N), that was cold.”
When Aaron returned, Alexander and his entourage were fighting off laughter, clearly amused by the train wreck they had just witnessed. Aaron was not pleased.

He took his old spot beside the group, crossing his arms. Alexander grinned, gently punching the other man

“Aw, come on. It could’ve gone worse.”

“I just made an idiot of myself in front of (Y/N). It literally could not have gone worse.”

“Why does it even matter?” John said with a roll of his eyes. “Do you like them or something?”

When Aaron didn’t respond, the group seemed to simultaneously understand.

“Oh my god, dude, you like (Y/N).”

Aaron’s response was a loud groan.

“Look, we can fix this!” Hercules exclaimed hurriedly, feeling bad for Aaron. Alex, feeling slightly guilty for causing this whole thing, nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, definitely. We can-”

“I don’t want your help. You’ve done enough." 

After a moment of shocked silence, Aaron let out a deep breath. “Look, can we just leave now? Alexander and I still have this project to work on for civics.” He said before heading towards the exit. 

The boys he left behind all exchanged guilty glances before following him out.


The weekend passed by quick with no worries. Though Aaron was still irritated with Alexander, they still got the project done and he had seemingly forgotten about his humiliation. It wasn’t until Monday rolled around and Aaron stepped onto campus that he remembered what had happened with you a few days before.

He imagined himself being laughed off the school grounds by his cruel peers once they all found out about the rejection, and he was anxious as he walked to his first class.

However, instead of being met with ridicule in the halls. he was met with you.

“Hey, Aaron. Uh, can we talk?”


You let out a sigh at his dumb answer and grabbed his hand, pulling him off course to his class. He nearly protested, but the feeling of his hand in yours had his heart speeding and his brain malfunctioning.

Before he realized you’d taken him anywhere, you were both stood in the courtyard. It was mostly empty, students filing out so they wouldn’t be late.

“Look, about what happened at the mall…” The look of guilt over your features hurt his heart. He was ready to forgive you without you even apologizing. Not that he was very upset with you in the first place.

“I’m really sorry. You just caught me off guard before, at the mall. I just wasn’t expecting you to say something like that-”

“It was a dare,” Aaron said quickly, not allowing you to believe those were his own words any longer. “Alexander and his friends dared me to do it. I didn’t mean to offend you in any way.”

“Alexander, huh? Yeah, that sounds like something those four would do.” You said with a giggle. The sound itself brought a smile to Aaron’s lips. “I’m sorry on their behalf.”

Then, it fell silent. It wasn’t necessarily awkward, but Aaron had the sense that you had more to say.

“So um…. After you left, Thomas told me something,” You squeezed his hand and his heart fluttered.

“What’d he tell you…?” He questioned cautiously. 

“Well, he said that… That you really liked me? I’m not sure if that still stands after I horribly rejected you but…” 

“It still stands,” He said in a moment of boldness. You grinned

“I told Thomas and James not to tell anybody about what happened, so you won’t have to worry about the word getting around.” 

A moment of relief washed over Aaron and he smiled gratefully.

“Thanks, (Y/N).”

“Anytime.” You released his hand, both of you noting how much you missed the warmth. “So, since you do still have feelings for me would you maybe like to go out sometime?”


You exchanged numbers with him and left to your class with the promise that you’d text him later. He watched you disappear behind the double doors that lead inside before he let the joy consume him.

Though he briefly thought he wanted to scold Thomas for spilling his feelings for you, that thought was replaced with the strange need to somehow thank him for it.  He’d never be going on a date with you if Thomas had said nothing, after all. But he didn’t need to worry about that at the current moment,

For now, he needed to get to class.