read is beautiful

The essential way of seeing women, the essential use to which their images are put, has not changed. Women are depicted in a quite different way from men–not because the feminine is different from the masculine–but because the ‘ideal’ spectator is always assumed to be male and the image of the woman is designed to flatter him. If you have any doubt that this is so, make the following experiment. Choose [an] image of a traditional nude. Transform the woman into a man. Either in your mind’s eye or by drawing on the reproduction. Then notice the violence which that transformation does. Not to the image, but to the assumptions of a likely viewer.
—  John Berger, Ways of Seeing
Of Secrets and Lies [JeffMads]

(Lil A/N: Trash title is trash I apologize. This is a bit short too and for that I ask you to forgib. This could be called the prologue or the first chapter ((however you see it))

Based off of/inspired by the comic made by @hamildoodles




The year of the return of the almighty Thomas Jefferson. Who might Thomas Jefferson be you ask? To answer your question dear reader, I would direct you to his close friend James Madison, a man constantly plagued by illness and stress. If you were to ask Mr. Madison exactly what he thought of Jefferson, you would receive the same answer. Something along the lines of, “Mr. Jefferson can be quite a headache, though is truly a man of politics. He goes after what he wants and holds nothing back. Almost as if he was built for this line of work.”

In reality, Thomas was the bane of Jame’s very existence. The reason negative thoughts flooded his mind and clouded his judgement. The very reason that anger washed over Madison’s entire body, causing his muscles to tense and his cheeks to flush red with rage. You see, James Madison was not known for being a very emotional person. He was calm and collected, quick witted and sharp. James Madison was cunning and manipulative, not some young girl helplessly in love. So why were these feelings so dominant in the front of his mind? Controlling his actions and changing his thoughts, it was unfair.

A dear friend of his had just returned from France and all Madison could think to do was act insufferable and childish. You might be asking yourself “now why the hell is this man so jealous?” Some possible answers could be, “Why it’s Jefferson’s cabinet status!” or “The wealth and fame that was connected to the Jefferson name!”

That answer however, will be revealed in due time.


Thomas Jefferson had just returned from France. The air smelled of freedom, something the former colony had just gained. The brand new nation was the cause of gossip worldwide, the other countries delighted by the loss of another British colony. Much to the delight of Thomas, he was choosen to be part of a group that would mold and form their new country. Word had quickly spread about the new cabinet members that were now the underlings of President George Washington himself. Having earned such a powerful position had elevated his status with the ladies. Making him all the more popular.

Now, let me tell you, Thomas Jefferson had always been a ladies man. Awkward sometimes yes, but smooth and flirty none the less. Thomas Jefferson practically oozed confidence and appeal, flashing smirks and sending hearts flying wherever he went. This time in particular, he was joined by his smaller friend James Madison, who was currently recovering from a coughing fit. After glancing over to spot James tucking away his handkerchief, Thomas refocused his attention on the beautiful southern belle before him. She was visiting family in the North, her blonde hair curled and pulled up into an elegant bun. She donned and light blue dress and a white parasol, her sparkling green eyes half lidded and flirty. She and Thomas chatted about small things like pie and the southern sun, when a few more ladies had decided to join the party.

Giggling behind their hands and gushing over the man before them, the ladies batted their eyelashes and spoke softly, their tones so sickly sweet it was like a caramelized rotten apple. According to Madison, it was a disturbing sight, the women throwing themselves at the feet of Thomas Jefferson, practically begging for attention. “It’s so wonderful to have you back Mr. Jefferson!” One piped up, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. To that Thomas replied with a chuckle, his eyes sweeping over the small crowd. “Believe it or not, there is not a single lady in all of Paris that would hold a single candle to all of you.”

That statement threw the girls into a fit of squeals and blushes, their eyes lighting up as they smiled softly. “Oh Thomas!” The blonde one swooned, lightly fanning herself. Thomas smirked and bowed, “Oh but trust me, I would know.” He spoke lowly, his voice sultry and inviting. “But do calm down please, there is enough Thomas for everyone.”

Gritting his teeth, James narrowed his eyes as he stared at the small fanclub gathering around his Th-, his friend Thomas. He bit back a harsh remark, using everything in his power not to lash out and cause a scene. After all, he should be used to Thomas openly flirting right? Practically glaring daggers at Jefferson, Madison remained silent, his anger rolling off of him in waves. Thomas, the very reason for his anger, had the audacity to glance back and question what’s wrong. James had missed how Thomas’ eyes had briefly lit up before narrowing in concern. “Madi?” Jefferson called, looking over his shoulder. In return, he received James angrily snapping his eyes shut and turning away. He needed time to think and Jefferson and his harem weren’t any help.

Growing more concerned by second, Thomas turned around, raising a single finger to the ladies. “I shall be back, do wait for me.” He cooed, turning on his heel and towards his companion. “Madi hey!” He called, in another attempt to catch James’ attention. With a huff, James Madison decided he had enough. He would not be forced to deal with Jefferson and his rag tag groupies, so he did the only thing he could. Walk away. No explanation given, nor did he even look back. “Madison! Wait! Where are you going?” When silence was the only response received, Thomas jogged up to grab onto Madison’s shoulder. “Now wait a minute! Why did you suddenly decide to leave our wonderful company?” Under his hand, Jefferson felt the shorter of the two tense and watched as his posture straightened out.

What came next however, was quite surprising to say the least. Rather harshly, the sickly and quiet James Madison had shrugged off the taller’s hand, as if it was dirt being brushed away. James Madison had never been so rash before, usually deciding to keep to himself. James was not one to publicly disrespect someone, especially if it was a friend or coworker. It was puzzling indeed. It made Thomas question what he did wrong. When the other was unable to come up with an answer, he just decided to ask.

“Hey James, what am I missing here?”







So… it’s Adrian Barbeaux’s birthday today, and with NaNoWriMo in full force I wanted to do something for @sorrowsfall and @haethel to maybe help take the edge off, and my art is the greatest thing I have to give at the moment.

Now I’m suffering because wow this photo makes me sad this chapter made me sad chapter 27 made me sad dammit

rubytrums  asked:

HEY BIRD i saw the ask you answered with some nonfic recs and i've only read the first one (about the plane crash) but it was so so beautifully written and HIT ME so hard oh my goodness!! like, i never realised nonfiction could be written like that - it was just so rich and engaging - and i feel very enlightened so thank you!!

AAAAAAAAAAA THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY!! The Long Fall is one favorite thatll stay in my brain forever because god, it drags the truth out mercilessly the entire time and it’s. gorgeous. terrible. wonderful. //aggressive loving hand gestures. YEA!!

it’s a great genre!!!!! it sends me over the moon that you enjoyed that piece because nonfic is a magical place <3

Θέλω να ζητήσω συγνώμη από όλες τις κοπέλες που αποκάλεσα όμορφες,πριν τις αποκαλέσω έξυπνες ή γενναίες.Λυπάμαι που το έκανα να ακουστεί σαν να πρέπει να είσαι περήφανη για κάτι τόσο απλό με το οποίο έχεις γεννηθεί,την στιγμή που η ψυχή σου έχει περάσει τόσα δύσκολα.Από τώρα και στο εξής θα λέω “είσαι δυνατή” ή “είσαι αξιοσημείωτη”.Όχι επειδή πιστεύω ότι δεν είσαι όμορφη,αλλά επειδή είσαι πολλά περισσότερα από αυτό.

-Rupi Kaur