

she’s absolutely seething, a flash of her father’s temper plainly shining through. willowy fingers clench into trembling, white-knuckled fists. angelica wants to jump into the small group, to swing her fists in a flurry of blind rage in defense of sonny, but knows deep down that it would be a fight nigh impossible to emerge from unscathed. so she allows sonny to pull her back down to earth, away from the thought that somehow they would stand a chance, into blinding reality. angelica’s top lip draws up, crinkling her nose, as she spits in their direction, eyes still locked onto them while she hisses through her teeth. ❝ motherfuckers. ❞
she loves me → sentence starters || no longer accepting
“I understand you sacrificed everything for me. I’m a drunk, not a total dumbass.” Benedict knew that he was just opening the way for her to insult him even more. The comment about alcohol stung, especially when he’d been doing bstter lately. But that was no doubt the point of the comment. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that he deserved every insult and remark his ex threw at him. The only thing he didn’t really understand was why she was choosing to bring this all up now. It didn’t seem like there was much of a point other than to upset Ben.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say to that. I tried to love you, I really thought I could force myself to be happy and love you.” He’d already tried to explain his thought process a thousand times. He doubted that this would be the time Peggy would understand, that time would probably never come. “You can be pissed at me for all of it, but unfortunately that’s not going to change anything.” He wanted to break eye contact, especially now that she was closer, but something stopped him from doing so.
❝ don’t act like i don’t understand that. i know it changes nothing. ❞ that was the worst part of it all. no matter how many times she popped into the home seething and spewing insults, it didn’t change the past, nor had trying to remain on good terms with him. everything was lost to the ages, visible yet unattainable like dust floating through a sunbeam. it made her want to vomit - or maybe that was the effects of the chemo biting at her heels again.
❝ i want retribution, benedict. i want closure. ❞ she studied his face for a long moment. yet again she found him lacking. he had nothing to give except apologies and explanations she had heard echoed a hundred times before. it was her own fault by this point, she supposed - expectations should have been sufficiently worn, yet she still hoped for a miracle, that something, anything he could say would make it hurt less. god save her, and mark today as the day peggy shippen’s wit ran dry. ❝ help me find it, ❞ she shakily pleaded, hand rising to clutch benedict’s sleeve. ❝ i feel like i’m going insane. ❞
ever one for dramatics, benjamin allows himself to be more worked up than perhaps he should. the young man tediously preens, brushing dust off of his otherwise pristine coat - new, and compliments of his baron - all in a huff, sharp features crinkled. ❝ i’m certain they will with some nursing, ❞ he sighs.
continued from here with @brassandblue
***ATTENTION***
I’m here to recruit new writers for an existing roleplay group which takes place on discord. It’s a historical roleplay, but a modern reincarnation AU. We are an ADVANCED LIT group and expect anyone who joins to write at that level. Despite the fact that the group is already established, and many dynamics have already formed IC and OOC we are always careful about being welcoming to new members, and hope to get writing with you soon. We accept mostly anyone from history with a focus on the American Revolution.Rules –
>OOC rules
1. Ooc interaction is encouraged, and we are more than welcome to support you if you need to vent but please recognize that the chat itself is not strictly an outlet for venting and other members will be more likely to interact with you ic and ooc if you build rapport with them there and don’t just expect them to sympathize when you’re venting
2. No bullying. Even if you disagree with someone, there are peaceful ways to settle disagreements like agreeing to disagree, for instance.
3. The OOC chat is not a place for whining about being excluded from roleplay. I’ve been the person in a group who felt this way, especially coming in when everyone else already knows one another and my advice for you is to include yourself. Interact with people ic, suggest plots ooc, etc.
4. Please be over the age of 13.
5. Do not discuss self-harm or suicidal feelings in the ooc chat. If you’re having these urges, please contact someone you know well and trust privately.
6. Most importantly, have fun!!!!
>IC rules
1. Be historically accurate, you’re writing an existing person not an original character.
2. Don’t involve other people in a storyline without talking it over with them first. For instance, you can’t say someone else is stalking you IC without them agreeing to that storyline. I shouldn’t have to say this but it’s happened to me, so. It is being said. THIS INCLUDES FORCED SHIPS.
3. You can allude to smut in character, but please keep your smut in PMs.
4. Please don’t romanticize abusive relationships, and don’t have noncon storylines.
5. DO NOT under any circumstances write a self-harm or suicide storyline. This needs no explanation. Just don’t.
6. Also, please no terminal illnesses. Thanks.
7. We don’t accept second gen.
8. Don’t chat in the introduction, or headcanons chats.
Taken Characters –
Alexander Hamilton
Charles Lee
John Adams
George Washington
George Frederick
Hercules Mulligan
Aaron Burr
Anna Strong
Elizabeth Schuyler
Thomas Jefferson
John Graves Simcoe
John Laurens
Francis Kinloch
Martha Wayles
Angelica Schuyler
Peggy Shippen
with the tender contact comes a tranquility so radical he nearly forgets his own name. it’s a sense of peace he’d gone years without in separation from his darling mother - and even that didn’t quite compare. he is bundles of raw nerves, a life that seemed to have spindled out of control into an abyss that seemed bottomless. he knows that one day he will crash, and the sensation of falling will be replaced with an irrevocable damage, leaving him little more than a corpse lost to the ages within the void he’s built for himself. for now though… for now, john makes falling feel more like flying. was that as dangerous as his father made it seem, if he was already doomed? not to say that john is only a reprieve. he loves him more ardently than he has ever loved anyone or anything in this lifetime. much more than a mere distraction, john is one of the few reasons his heart continues to pump blood through his miserable body.
charles’ head tips into the hand, long eyelashes falling against indelibly flushed cheeks as his eyes close. he wants to stay here forever. in the sanctum that is their apartment, in john’s arms, the ground feels so far away that he needn’t even worry about it. they are safe, a pair of children giddy all curled up in the perfect hiding place. just like when he was a child, he finds himself hiding from john adams in a closet. it’s funny how everything seems to play on an endless loop.
charles allows himself to lean in, coiling his still tremoring self against the wider chest of the younger man. every point of contact feels holy, sets his nerves alight in a scream for more. ❝ i don’t know, ❞ he mumbles, his head turning to hide against john’s shirt. he feels stupid for his confusion, though he knows his lover would never see it that way. john somehow has blinded himself to innumerable faults. he would rather seem vacuous in his silence than in ignorance. no matter what people said, there was always a correct answer.
continued from here with @dominavulpis
please,,, give me a thread where david drags someone cryptid hunting,,,, especially if they’re critical of the whole thing and just constantly teasing him about believing in something as stupid as a sea serpent or the dover demon or smth,,,,,,,,
a power couple
john mulaney: kid gorgeous → sentence starters
slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes.
feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!
- ❝ Let’s change the subject! ❞
- ❝ This is a weird conversation and I want to talk about a book I read about World War II.❞
- ❝ Whoever did kill her only did it to protect her from this world. ❞
- ❝ Ah, none of us really know their fathers. ❞
- ❝ I was sitting over on the bench. ❞
- ❝ You saw what happened and did nothing! ❞
- ❝ Sometimes, he was gay. ❞
- ❝ When he was holding back the gay part, he did some of his best work. ❞
- ❝ I never talked to my dad about that but I figured I’d tell you. ❞
- ❝ Freebasing is the greatest orgasm known to man. ❞
- ❝ I’ve been sober now two weeks. Well, weekdays, not weekends. ❞
- ❝ What was so funny? I wanna know. ❞
- ❝ None of that matters but it’s important to me that you know that. ❞
- ❝ Phonebooks don’t leave bruises. ❞
- ❝ Give us some money! As a gift! We want a gift! But only if it’s money! ❞
- ❝ I thought I’d be dead in a trunk by now. ❞
- ❝ You spent it already?! ❞
- ❝ Where’s the money? ❞
- ❝ I lived on cigarettes and alcohol and adderall. ❞
- ❝ Do my friends hate me or do I just need to go to sleep? ❞
- ❝ That’s illegal! They tricked me! ❞
- ❝ I paid 120,000 dollars for someone to tell me to go read Jane Austen and then I didn’t!❞
- ❝ If it’s too big you can just wear it as a sleep-shirt. ❞
- ❝ Hey, do you want me to kill that guy for you? ❞
- ❝ Jokes don’t do well in court. ❞
- ❝ I’m in the phase right before Old. ❞
- ❝ I am damp all the time. ❞
- ❝ I am gross. ❞
- ❝ UGHHHHH – you know, life. ❞
- ❝ I don’t know what my body is for, other than just taking my head from room to room. ❞
- ❝ I get super hot in the middle of the afternoon for no reason. ❞
- ❝ Let’s just not see each other for eight months and it doesn’t matter at all. ❞
- ❝ I was raised to be nice to everyone in every situation because you never know their story. ❞
- ❝ A lot of people don’t seem that nice and they seem to be doing fine in the world. ❞
- ❝ Not everyone thinks the same things are nice. ❞
- ❝ Famous people are weird as shit. ❞
- ❝ Your suspicions are correct. ❞
- ❝ I say ‘knock-knock’ out loud.❞
- ❝ The world is run by robots and we spend most of our time telling them we’re not a robot. ❞
- ❝ Think about that for two minutes and tell me that you don’t want to walk into the ocean.❞
- ❝ It seems like everyone everywhere is super mad about everything all the time. ❞
- ❝ I try to stay optimistic even though things seem to be getting a little sticky. ❞
- ❝ I don’t remember that in Hamilton. ❞
- ❝ I need everybody, all day long, to like me so much. It’s exhausting. ❞
- ❝ What do you think they’re celebrating? ❞
- ❝ I wasn’t raised catholic and I’m fucking glad I wasn’t because it’s a fucked up organization. ❞
- ❝ That should be the slogan of the catholic church: It’s an hour! ❞
- ❝ God can’t hear you. ❞
- ❝ First of all, get out of here with your facts. Just ‘cause you’re accurate doesn’t mean you’re interesting. ❞
- ❝ A charming anecdote that was fake and never happened. ❞
- ❝ These meaningless politeness rules! ❞
- ❝ I would never say that, not even as a joke, that my wife is a bitch and I don’t like her. ❞
- ❝ My wife is a bitch and I like her so much. ❞
- ❝ I smoked cocaine the night before my college graduation. Now I’m afraid to get a flu shot. People change. ❞
- ❝ I was in Connecticut recently, doing white people stuff. ❞
- ❝ Brush your teeth! Now boom, orange juice! That’s life. ❞
- ❝ College is a $120,000 hooker and you’re the idiot who fell in love with her.❞
- ❝ STREET SMARTS! ❞
- ❝ He could look at a child and guess the price of their coffin. ❞
it's my brother's blood in my dirty lungs, in my crooked mouth, on my swollen tongue, on my father's gun, on each stranger's face, across the bluebird sky, on every hand i shake, night after night. with each chuckled prayer such sweet relief, my fists full of hair with each desperate drive for elusive peace, with every endless night, with each wasted week. all that dialogue doublin' back on me, all that tangled talk, all my growling need. it's my brother's back, it's my father's arms, it's every twisted fact in my sorry heart... i spit and scream what's done is done. go make your peace with everyone. they don't need to know about my brother's blood.
if women were religiously recognized sexually, we wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass, it's to feel free. been there, done that, got the t-shirt, sold my soul, and yeah the truth hurts. tired image of a star acting naughtier than we really are. if history could set you free from who you were supposed to be, if sex in our society didn't tell a girl who she should be, 'cause all my life i've tried to fight what history has given me.
look at the stars, look how they shine for you and everything you do. yeah, they were all yellow... so then i took my turn, oh, what a thing to have done, and it was all yellow. your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful. do you know, you know i love you so? you know i love you so. i swam across, i jumped across for you, oh, what a thing to do, 'cause you were all yellow.
i've seen the world, done it all, had my cake now. diamonds, brilliant, in bel-air now. hot summer nights, mid july, when you and i were forever wild. the crazy days, city lights, the way you'd play with me like a child... will you still love me when i'm no longer young and beautiful? will you still love me when i've got nothing but my aching soul?
when i go for a drive i like to pull off to the side of the road, turn out the lights, get out, and look up at the sky. and i do this to remind me that I'm really really tiny in the grand scheme of things, and sometimes this terrifies me. but it's only really scary cause it makes me feel serene in a way i never thought i'd be because i've never been so grounded and so humbled and so one with everything. i am grounded, i am humbled, i am one with everything. rock and roll is fun but if you ever hear someone say “you are huge! look at the moon, look at the stars, look at the sun, look at the ocean and the desert and the mountains and the sky” say “i am just a speck of dust inside a giant's eye.”
i'm feeling devious, you're looking glamorous. let's get mischievous and polyamorous! wine and women and wonderful vices : welcome to the cult of dionysus. we could take a holiday in the month of may, run free and play in fields of flowers, pass the hours, making love is how we'll pray, or start a secret society for the wild and free, our ideology is "you can do what you want, too much is never enough."
i'm sorry, mother, i'm sorry i let you down. well these days i'm fine, no these days i tend to lie... i'm sorry, brother, i'm sorry i let you down. well these days you're fine, no these days you tend to lie... i'm sorry, lover, i'm sorry i bring you down. well these days i try, and these days i tend to lie... your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it. it's hard, believe me, i've tried, but I keep coming up short.
sycophants on velvet sofas, lavish mansions, vintage wine. i am so much more than royal, snatch your chain and mace your eyes. if it feels good, tastes good, it must be mine. heroes always get remembered but you know legends never die and if you don't know now you know. i'm taking back the crown! i'm all dressed up and naked. i see what's mine and take it. finders keepers, losers weepers!
your baby blues, so full of wonder. your curly cues, your contagious smile. and as i watch you start to grow up all i can do is hold you tight knowing clouds will raise up, storms will race in, but you will be safe in my arms. rains will pour down, waves will crash all around, but you will be safe in my arms. story books full of fairy tales, of kings and queens, and the bluest skies. my heart is torn just in knowing you'll someday see the truth from lies.
what's the use of wond'ring if he's good or if he's bad or if you like the way he wears his hat? what's the use of wondering if he's good or if he's bad? he's your fella and you love him. that's all there is to that... something made him the way that he is, whether he's false or true, and something gave him the things that are his. one of those things is you! so when he wants your kisses you'll give them to the lad, and anywhere he leads you you will walk, and anytime he needs you you'll go running there like mad... you're his girl, and he's your fella, and all the rest is talk.
there are those who think we're wicked. there are those who call us names : depraved, lost, and sick, and want to bathe us in shame. but we put the sin in sincere, we put the do in the doubt. god is perfectly clear, we are perfectly out. love us as we are. see us and we're holy in this shall we shall ever be wholly ourselves. your love will take us far, praise us and we'll show you from heaven to the glory holes, glorious and free. i believe in the ritual of lipstick, the sanctity of my electric guitar, but it's cool if you're not that catholic. you can be wherever you are.
down by the river by the boats, where everybody goes to be alone, where you won't see any rising sun. down to the river we will run. when by the water we drink to the dregs, look at the stones on the riverbed. i can tell from your eyes you've never been by the riverside. down by the water the riverbed somebody calls you, somebody says “swim with the current and float away” down by the river every day. oh my god, i see how everything is torn in the river deep and i don't know why i go the way down by the riverside.
i saw a ghost on the stairs and sheets on the tables and chairs. the silverware swam with the sharks in the sink, even so i don't know what to think. i've been longing for daisies to push through the floor, and i wish that plant life would grow all around me so i won't feel dead anymore. i saw a bear in the den, eeading my textbooks again, bats flowed like traffic as they poured from the attic, heaven knows i could really use a friend... tonight i'm busting out of this old haunted house 'cause i'm sick of waiting for all the spider webs to grow all around me, 'cause i don't feel dead anymore, and i'm not afraid anymore!
the mirror's image, it tells me it's home time. but i'm not finished 'cause you're not by my side. and as i arrived i thought i saw you leaving carrying your shoes ; decided that once again i was just dreaming of bumping into you… somewhere darker, talking the same shite. i need a partner. well are you out tonight? it's harder and harder to get you to listen, more i get through the gear. incapable of making alright decisions and having bad ideas.
am i just a night of lust and lost temptation? is someone like me his destiny? he'll never know. i gotta find a way to show my expectations. he ends it where it begins but i won't let go. i know you don't love me, but still i burn for you. i know you don't love me, this flame won't die, it's true. my soul bared completely don't seem enough for you. i know you don't love me, but the message can't get through. any man can see that I'm worth the talkin'. love can be bittersweet when the girl hears "no". opportunity knocks but your doors don't open, but i feel a fire inside that's about to blow.
when i was only 15, i packed by bags and said goodbye to mom and dad. i was afraid and alone, living without a home, got rid of all i had. they say the best things are free but i can't get what i need without some CURRENCY and money doesn't grow on trees. you can't just plant a seed, you gotta work it out. gimme some of that cold cash! i want to stuff it in my couch. come on bring me those big stacks! i need them bricks to build my house. give me all of that, all of that 'til the atm runs out! if money can't buy happiness then why is it so fabulous?
black and blues, and yellows too, will fade the same as embers do. we’ll wake up tomorrow and feel new. the story that we won't share, we’re all gonna hide it well away somewhere. a warning for family, the kind a person gives about an enemy. now, well known, let’s never sleep alone. i'm sorry for crying, don't feel bad, you didn't do that. i’m sorry we’re crying.
back of the room, looking at you, counting the steps between us : a hundred and five little blades in a line from your skin to mine and i feel it. eyes on the ground, but i can't look up now. don't wanna give it away, my secret. in another life, my teeth and tongue would speak aloud what until now i've only sung, ‘cause i would die to make you mine. bleed me dry each and every time. i don't mind, no i don't mind it, i would come back a thousand times. you can make me wait forever, push me away and tell me never. i don't mind, no i don't mind it. i would come back a thousand times.
i got lots of jealous lovers that all wish they had me back, got a pistol for a mouth, my own mama gave me that. making my own road out of gravel and some wine, and if i have to fall then it won't be in your line. everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? everybody's doing it so why the hell should i? i'm a bad woman to keep, make me mad, i'm not here to please, paint me in a corner but my color comes back. once you go black, you never go back. i'm a black sheep.
polly wants a cracker. i think I should get off her first. i think she wants some water to put out the blow torch… polly wants a cracker, maybe she would like more food. she asked me to untie her. a chase would be nice for a few. polly said… polly says her back hurts. She's just as bored as me. she caught me off my guard - amazes me, the will of instinct. isn't me, have a seed. let me clip your dirty wings, let me take a ride, cut yourself. want some help, please myself. got some rope, you have been told. promise you, i have been true. let me take a ride, cut yourself. want some help, please myself.
when i see you i can't find the words to speak, my cheeks go as red as two big cherries. i try to look beautiful for you, stuffing my dress up with tissues, hoping you'll notice but it's obvious and i get so embarrassed. i'm so smitten with you and everyone knows it. when you're not around i clutch my chest and say i'll look you in the eyes and not be so god damn shy... i can't find the words to speak.
i feel i've been riding in a fast car, burning dirty gas won't get you that far. i feel I’ve been riding up the wrong path, but i'm gonna make sure i get the last laugh. is there any possibility you'll quit gossiping about me to hide your insecurities? all you say is blah, blah. girls, they never befriend me ‘cause i fall asleep when they speak of all the calories they eat. all they say is na, na, na, na, na!
i need a whole personality, something inordinately sweet. order anything you’d like. nothing’s changing my mind. i don’t care how unhealthy it is ‘cause there isn’t anything i’d rather be. call me obsequious, i guess i’m a bit dramatic, sometimes my appetite is eerily erratic. give me your dire expectations, and i’ll consume perfection - you are what you eat, after all.
my name is richard henry lee; virginia is my home. and may my horses turn to glue if i can't deliver unto you a resolution on independency! for i am ffv, the first family in the sovereign colony of virginia! yes, the ffv, the oldest family in the oldest colony in america! and may the british burn my land if i can't deliver to your hand a resolution on independency! you see it's here-a-lee, there-a-lee, everywhere-a-lee-a-lee!
maybe i hang around here a little more than i should, we both know i got somewhere else to go, but i got something to tell you that i never thought i would, but i believe you really ought to know... i love you, i honestly love you. you don't have to answer, i see it in your eyes. maybe it was better left unsaid. this is pure and simple and you should realize that it's coming from my heart and not my head... if we both were born in another place and time, this moment might be ending in a kiss, but there you are with yours, and here i am with mine, so i guess we'll just be leaving it at this : i love you.
it's from japan. it’s a gray, oblong pill, quantum nano-technology CPU. the quantum computer in the pill will travel through your blood until it implants in your brain and it tells you what to do. it tells you what to do… it's preprogrammed. it's amazing! speaks to you directly. you behave as it's appraising, helps you act correctly. helps you to be cool, it helps you rule!
getting sober for a day, got me feeling too low. they tryna make me slow down, tryna tell me how to live. i'm about to lose control. well they can watch me fuck it up all in one night, i'm in my city in the summer, camo'd out, leather booted, kissing bitches in the club. they wanna threesome, then some, spend whatever come in, fuck an income. me and my niggas, we ain't never going broke, and you have to do it all just to know where it gets you, living dreams we can never afford.
you are my bad boy, my little pile of joy. when i saw you i knew you were the one. the way you looked at me when it only just begun. i wish i would've known then what i know now. it wouldn't last too long but it never does, does it? ‘cause i'm too young to be in love, i'm too young to be in love, so please oh please don't break my heart. i wanna go, i wanna go back to the start. i wanna cry, i wanna cry on your shoulder. i wanna be, i wanna be your toy soldier. i should've listened to my mom.
we are lies like the summertime, like the spring we are such fools, like fall we are the prophets, like winter we are cruel. i don't know what's wrong with us. they just made us this way. there's a hole in you and me that pulls us together and i don't know where we belong. i think we grew under a bad sun. i know we're not like everyone. you and me we grew under a bad sun.