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fourbritisheyesonly:
and so it begins
Studying for finals, and apparently Jefferson was on the brain when we talked about Freudian dream interpretation.
Just found this in my notes.
Maybe it’s played out BUT
I’d just really like to see like an American History Vampires and Werewolves AU.
I want to see Hamilton as a vampire.
I want to see Lewis and Clark as werewolves.
Is that too much to ask?
milvertons:
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publius-report:
One day I will write a book titled “Founding Douchebaggery: Or How Adams Was a Dick to Hamilton Who Was a Dick to Burr Who Was a Dick to Washington, and Jefferson Was a Dick to Everyone”.
In two volumes.
So I’ve been watching some bits of HBO John Adams again this week, right.
And all I can say is that it’s left me with such a longing for the rumored HBO Undaunted Courage (which I am so so so worry isn’t going to actually happen SOB).
And I’m just like.
I’m not expecting a sex scene, HBO.
(Well, unless you get Dillane back as Jefferson, in which case, by all means, try to work in a Jefferson sex scene somehow, even though it doesn’t make a bit of fucking sense. Because seriously. Have you seen Stephen Dillane make love in a movie. If not, all I can do is suggest/expect/demand you go watch Firelight RIGHT NOW seriously guys it’s on YouTube.)
All I want is a Meriwether Lewis who is almost explicitly gay.
That’s all.
I want raw, longing looks directed at Clark.
I want moments heavy with the sexual tension of near-nudity.
I don’t expected it, but I’d love a kiss—a quick, earnest, even harsh kiss. An afternoon at Fort Clatsop, Clark coming back from the saltworks, soaked with rain and seething, and Lewis just pushing him into the wall, holding onto the the front of Clark’s dripping buckskin coat for dear life, pressing his body tight to him for just a moment, and kissing him like he’d never been kissed before.
Oh God.
Basically, I want the Lewis from I Should Be Extremely Happy in Your Company.
Okay, that aside.
I’m like over a week behind on stuff.
My tracked tags are ridiculous.
So yeah.
Apologies for my going way back into the depths of Tumblr and liking/reblogging all of the old History Peep posts from this past week or whateverrr
You people make me want to not go to class so bad.
You know how I mentioned that Alicia bought me a necklace?
Yeah.
This is it. Of the three cent Thomas Jefferson stamp.
Guys.
This is by the same people who did “Too Late to Apologize: A Declaration.”
And it’s just as beautiful.