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mollafer · 9 months

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"The Birth of American Intelligence Operations" by Marc Wolfe

BEHOLD! Another amazing work of art I have been recently introduced to!

This scene portrays the final meeting of Nathan Hale and George Washington as they planned the mission Hale would ultimately be killed during. Being an MI officer, we train so that moments like these never happen again. Every decision we make, we keep the soldiers in mind who will be out there risking their lives for us. I know Ben Tallmadge felt this same duty, as he not only lost a fellow MI officer, but his best friend that day.

I received this painting as a gift for my recent graduation from Military Intelligence School in Fort Huachuca, Arizona. And along with this painting came a certificate of authenticity with a little history of the origin of this painting, which I will include below the cut :)

During the Revolutionary War, General George Washington, Commander in Chief of the United States Continental Army wrote, "The necessity of procuring good intelligence is apparent and need not be further urged..." Military Intelligence has since been an important part of Army operations in each of the nation's conflicts.

This scene depicts the planning for one of the first known U.S. Army intelligence missions. In September 1776, General George Washington, Lieutenant Colonel Thomas Knowlton, and Captain Nathan Hale met at Army headquarters in New York City to finalize the plan for CPT Hale's covert mission to Long Island to ascertain British Army movements and intentions.

Following the July 4th, 1776, U.S. Declaration of Independence, the New York campaign was critical to the newborn republic. After defeat at the Battle of Long Island in late August, General Washington needed to determine the location of a British invasion of Manhattan Island and one method to do so was to send a spy behind enemy lines. CPT Nathan Hale was the sole volunteer for this important but dangerous mission.

On September 1, 1776, General Washington organized "Knowlton's Rangers," the first Continental Army unit dedicated to tactical reconnaissance and intelligence gathering. During the Boston Campaign, LTC Knowlton served courageously at the battle of Bunker Hill and led the successful raid on Charlestown to capture British soldiers for questioning. Subsequently on September 16, 1776, during the Battle of Harlem Heights, LTC Knowlton commanded the reconnaissance force that found, engaged, and repulsed the initial British advance. After rejoining the fight later that day, LTC Knowlton was killed in action bravely leading his regiment in the American victory. The loss of this experienced, dynamic, and able leader impacted the young Continental Army. For his gallant exploits, leadership, and command of the first U.S. Army unit designed for intelligence operations, the MI Corps designated LTC Knowlton as its "MI Hero" in 1995. The Knowlton Award recognizes distinguished professionals who contribute significantly to the promotion of Army intelligence.

From Knowlton's Regiment, CPT Nathan Hale stepped forward to conduct intelligence missions against British forces on Long Island, ultimately giving his life for his country. A 21-year-old Yale College graduate and teacher, Nathan Hale had not seen action in the Boston or Long Island Campaigns and felt compelled to contribute to the Continental Army he had joined a year earlier. He saw this mission as a crucial opportunity to serve the patriotic cause. Thus, Nathan Hale dutifully volunteered to collect information against the British Army. According to a subordinate, CPT Hale met with General Washington on two occasions prior to departing. This scene portrays the final meeting.

Dressed in the guise of a school teacher, Nathan Hale crossed Long Island Sound from Connecticut and began his mission. After the British captured New York City, it was set ablaze under suspicious circumstances after midnight on September 21. The British immediately began to arrest local civilians for questioning. Nathan Hale was detained, found to have notes on the British Army, and immediately charged as a spy. According to the standards of the time, undercover spies were hanged as illegal combatants. Without a trial, Nathan Hale was executed on September 22, 1776. His last words were believed to be, "I only regret that I have but one life to give for my country." Nathan Hale was the first American executed for conducting intelligence operations.

General George Washington's use and staunch advocacy of intelligence operations coupled with the distinguished service and sacrifice of LTC Knowlton and CPT Nathan Hale serve as a constant reminder to all MI Corps Soldiers of our significant heritage as well as the hazards of the Military Intelligence profession.

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amberlynnmurdock · 10 months

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New Love, New Haven

Chapter Thirteen: Relations between Wethersfield and New Haven

Pairing: Benjamin Tallmadge x Original Female Character

Summary: Ben and Sadie communicate through letters, but keeping up is harder than it seems.

A/N: I hope you enjoy this update, friends! We're approaching the final chapters, which makes me sad, but we have some fun chapters coming soon!!

New Haven

End of August 1773

Ben’s first letter came as soon as a week after he left town on horseback for Wethersfield. Sadie snatched the letter from her father’s hands. Her sprint caused her father's hair to sway over his forehead.

“Aye! No running in the tavern,” Richard scolded, like Sadie was still a child. She didn’t care. Sadie sat at the end of the bar and ripped the wax-sealed envelope open. Suddenly, the noise of the tavern drowned out as Sadie began to read the letter in Ben’s voice.

Dear Sadie,

I’ve finally settled into my temporary home. I just arrived tonight, and after unpacking, I immediately wanted to write to you so I could send this letter by morning. You would love this abode I’m in. It’s small, but it’s got a lot of character. There’s a fireplace for when winter comes around. I have a big enough bed—anything is better than the small cots Yale made us sleep on. At least my desk is large; perfect for grading papers, reading, and of course, writing to you. I think I’ll find myself doing that a lot here.

I miss you so much. I’ve not gone a day without thinking of you and our last night spent together. It’s on my mind, constantly. I better stop thinking of it now.

I hope you’re enjoying the books I’ve left for you. I can’t wait to hear your thoughts on them. I know we may be apart, but my heart feels like it’s with you.

Class starts next week. I can’t wait to tell you about my students.

Yours,

Benjamin Tallmadge

Sadie read and re-read the letter, feeling her heart jump in her chest. This letter easily made her day. She tucked it in her dress’ front pocket and continued the rest of her shift, with Ben tucked in the back of her mind.

☆☆☆☆

That night, Sadie sat up at her desk and began to write her response to Ben.

Dear Benjamin,

I’ve been re-reading Shakespeare’s sonnets. They remind me of you. Reading them makes me feel like there isn’t such a distance between us.

I can hardly wait to hear about how your first class went. I’m sure by the time you receive this letter you’ll already be on your fifth or sixth class. I know your students will love the way you teach, like I do. It’ll be hard for them to be distracted because of how captivating you are. What will you be teaching first? You forgot to mention in your letter. You know I love every detail when it comes to learning.

Your dwelling sounds cozy. I can imagine how it looks. Your desk is large? Similar to the size of the desks at Yale? I bet you and I could fit both our work on there and work side by side. Then again, maybe we wouldn’t get much work done if I were there with you.

I’m sorry if that was crude.

I haven’t stopped thinking of our last night together, either. It makes me yearn for our next one even more.

It’s tough without you and Nathan. I can’t lie. But it’s nice to have Genny here. The tavern is still busy, but I always half expect to see you and Nathan bounding through the doors.

Until your next letter.

Yours,

Sadie Hale

Sadie’s eyelids began to feel heavy. She placed her quill in the ink pot and blew out her candle. Her room felt so very dark, and very cold, without Ben. She laid her paper out for the ink to dry and tucked herself in bed, thoughts of Ben lulling her to sleep.

☆☆☆☆

For many weeks, it looked like that first week without Ben.

Like clockwork, Sadie checked the mail for his letter every week or so and she wouldn’t hesitate to write a response that same night. She loved to receive his letters—it felt like it was Christmas each time a new one came in. What would Ben have to say now? What new updates? How was school going? How was the weather in Wethersfield?

His letters have been positive for the most part, but it wasn’t until Sadie received his last letter, in October, that things started to feel as uncertain as the night he left.

Wethersfield

October 1773

The ocean was so dark blue that it was almost black. The sound of the water running up the shore and then falling back into itself put Ben in a trance. His feet dug into the sand. The night was completely still. The color of the sky matched the color of the ocean, save for the stars that twinkled. He looked up at them as they formed a new constellation, one he hadn’t seen before, one he thinks he’d name Sadie. He’s alone.

And with a jolt, Ben wakes up in his cot, a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. His tiny room was hot and stuffy. Leaving a window open hadn’t helped at all. Ben kicked the thin sheets off of him and groggily stomped over to his desk. He was sure he was supposed to be up in a few hours for school. The next class is about basic algebra. But Ben’s not thinking about the lesson plan or what comes after that—his thoughts, and now he supposed, his dreams, were consumed by Sadie. He was struggling more than he thought by being so far away from her.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat at his large wooden desk and lit a candle.

Ben stared at the flame for a few moments before he searched for his ink, quill and paper. He began to write a letter to Sadie.

Dear Sadie,

It’s the middle of the night, and I’ve just woken up from a dream about you. I was at the beach alone. I felt completely in solitude. Something about the environment made me feel safe like you were there. And the stars in my dream formed a constellation I hadn’t seen before; it probably doesn’t exist, but when I looked at them, I thought of you. And then I woke up, to this reality of you not being here with me. I miss you terribly. I can hardly wait for the winter. I’m going to try my hardest to see New Haven before I go to Setauket.

Tomorrow’s class is on algebra. I can’t teach them the complex subjects we studied together yet. When I do, I’ll take what I’ve learned from you and incorporate it. I think you’d love my pupils, Sadie. They are young and bright; eager to learn.

I miss you, terribly. Please know that I think of you every waking moment—even when I dream.

Yours,

Benjamin Tallmadge

Ben sighed as he laid the paper out for the ink to dry. He pulled out an envelope and laid it next to the letter to serve as a reminder in the morning to drop it at the post. He wished he had something of Sadie to hold close: a piece of clothing, a chain, one of her bows…anything. Anything, he wished he could hold close to his heart. But he had nothing. Nothing but his memories and whatever they translated to in his dreams.

Feeling a wave of exhaustion hit him again, Ben returns to his cot. It’s so hot, he doesn’t bother throwing his sheets over again.

New Haven

November 1773

It was a misty morning in New Haven, and Sadie was preparing for the day ahead.

New Haven felt much quieter these days, without Nathan coming by in the afternoons. Everything in the town was still the same: she saw the same shops open early, and the same townsfolk coming to the tavern at night, but with Nathan and Ben away, the changes felt like a big ripple in a small pond. Sadie kept to herself and did her chores quietly around the tavern. She helped her father carry new ale barrels up the stairs. She cleaned, she served, she smiled.

She missed Nathan dearly. Sadie kept the thought of him constantly, like carrying a satchel on her shoulder.

And of course, her thoughts always wandered to Ben. But she tried to only think of him at night before she was about to go to bed. It was too painful to think of him during the day—Sadie wouldn’t be able to get anything done if she did. So, she saved him for the night, because the night reminded her of him in so many ways: their late-night secret meetings, meeting him down by the door to go to the shore, that last night they had in her bed…

She laced up her boots and got up from her bed. Before she went downstairs to prep the bar, she paused at her desk, which had Ben’s most recent letter displayed. She picked up the paper and read it again. It was about a dream he’d had of her. Yes, it was November now, and Ben’s most recent letter was from mid-October.

If Sadie’s predictions were right, he should have received her response right before the end of October. But now it was mid-November and almost the holidays. Nathan would be coming back to New Haven in a few weeks, and Ben? Well, she didn’t know, because she hasn’t heard from him.

For a long time, Sadie convinced herself it was because he was busy. Taking on a new teaching job came with a lot of responsibilities. He’d have to keep up with a lot of students and grade a lot of papers. And Sadie knew Ben’s work ethic—he practically threw himself into his work, letting each subject and lesson consume him, he must’ve gotten too busy, Sadie thought. Maybe his lessons got mixed up with his letters. Maybe he was planning on writing her a large update and was saving it for now. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Maybe he met someone else.

She shooed the thought away as soon it crept into her mind.

Sadie felt her heart wrench as she read and re-read his letter. She was transported back to her late summer evenings with Ben, trading sweet nothings and poetry, his notes…for a moment, she wasn’t pretending like she didn’t miss him. But then she heard her father call from the bar, and Sadie placed the letter back down and went downstairs. With each creak of the step, an image of Ben faded from her mind.

Cleaning the tavern was a good distraction from it all. And it got even better when people began to trickle in, asking for ale or water. Asking Sadie what it was like to be without her brother. Saying they missed Nathan’s shining smile, too. Genny came in around noon, to Sadie’s delight.

“I’ve got great news,” Genny beamed as she met Sadie at the bar. Sadie leaned over and rested her head in her hand.

“Go on!” Sadie urged.

“My father said if we wanted to, and your father would allow it, we could spend the spring next year in Middletown,” Genny said in a hushed tone. “You know, to study the herbs and learn about healing.”

Sadie opened her mouth to reply but found herself at a loss for words. Well, what would happen if Nathan came around then? What if she needed to help her father here? What about Ben? How long would they stay there?

“I…”

“Sadie, what is it?” Genny asked. “I thought you’d be excited. Middletown! A new place.”

“It’s not that I’m not excited. It’s just that I have so much going on here in New Haven. What if I leave and Nathan decides to come back for a weekend? I’ve got to see him. And… you know, there’s Ben,” Sadie explained sheepishly. She felt a dent in her heart when she explained her grievances.

Genny gave her a sympathetic look. “Sadie. You can’t place your life on hold, waiting for other people. Of course, Nathan is your brother—you’ll see him. But Ben? Has he written you back since October?”

Sadie’s face darkened as she looked away, embarrassed. “Not yet.”

Genny shrugged her shoulders. “This would be a good opportunity for us both. Get us both out of here. The boys did it! Why can’t we?”

Sadie bit her lip. You can’t place your life on hold.

“Well, all right. I guess the reality of it is what makes me nervous. I’ll speak to my father tonight. Perhaps, he may be more convinced if your father came in to talk about it. Over ale,” Sadie added.

Genny smiled, “Perfect. I’ll see if he can tonight.”

After Genny left, Sadie felt another dent form in her heart; things were changing and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

☆☆☆☆

Later that evening, Sadie sat at her desk, contemplating bringing her ink and quill out to write a letter to Ben. Since when did she feel so unsure of herself, when it came to Ben? Would it be strange to send another letter after he hadn’t replied to her? The last she checked, Ben was writing about dreams of her and telling her how much he missed her. What had changed?

After much convincing, Sadie told herself that the purpose of this letter would be to inform Ben of her new ventures starting next spring. She’d be in Middletown, with Genny, studying healing. Middletown was not that far from Wethersfield and Sadie hated the hopeful feeling this thought brought.

Dear Benjamin,

I haven’t heard from you in a while. I hope everything is all right in Wethersfield. I can’t wait to hear about your lessons and pupils. I think I wrote that in my last letter. Are you okay? I’d love to hear from you. It’s been a while.

I’m writing this letter to inform you that next spring I’ll be staying with Genny and her father in Middletown. We will be studying healing and herbs. After her father came in to talk to my father, he was convinced it would be a good learning opportunity and agreed to let me go. Of course, what’s heavy on my mind is what happens to us. But there’s not much I can do if I don’t hear from you. I can’t say no to an opportunity like this.

If it’s meant to be, it will be, you and I.

I’m holding on dearly to what we have, but I can’t hold on forever, Ben.

I really do hope I hear from you soon.

Yours,

Sadie Hale

A tear fell down Sadie’s cheek, splotching the word “Yours.” But Sadie didn't notice when she folded the letter and slipped it into an envelope.

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theresugar · 10 months

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Bask in the glory of all our problems

Summary: Stiles Stilinski finished high school at the top of his class... well, almost. The only person he couldn't beat was Derek Hale. But now he's going to Yale University, starting a new life (and this time, he will make the top of all of his classes). When he gets to his dorm, his roommate hasn't arrived yet. In fact, he doesn't get to meet his roommate until he gets back to his dorm from the first day of classes. And who does he see, but his rival: Derek Hale

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Stiles is standing in the kitchen-hallway with a poptart in his hand while he stares at the wall. Derek isn’t up yet. At least, he hasn’t come out of his room in the time that Stiles has been standing here. He bites into the poptart.

“Hey.” Comes a deep voice from right beside Stiles, and he flinches, inhales harshly, and starts choking on the poptart bite. A hand slaps his back, unhelpfully. Once he finally recovers, Stiles looks beside him to see that, yes, Derek has now come out of his room.

“It helps if you chew it.” Derek says, and Stiles squints at him. Is… is this a joke? No, he seems completely serious.

“Yeah, I was planning on it before someone decided to materialize out of thin air and scare the shit out of me.” Stiles responds, glaring as he takes another bite. Derek raises an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve been over on the couch this whole time. You walked right past me to get to the kitchen.” He says, gesturing behind him to where Stiles can see Derek’s computer sitting on the couch, as if he had been using it and then set it aside to stand up. Stiles may need to get his eyesight checked.

“Oh. Well. Still.” He blames the poptart. It was calling to him, blocking out everything else until he got his hands on one.

Derek walks around Stiles and reaches up into a cupboard, having to lean partially over Stiles to do so. Stiles stares up at him, still chewing. Only when Derek pulls out a box of cereal and steps back does Stiles realize that he should have moved to the side so he didn’t have to lean over him to get his food.

This is a cursed poptart.

Instead of pouring a bowl of cereal like a normal person, Derek takes the whole box with him back to the couch and plops down with it. Which seems like a thing that Stiles himself would do. But Derek? Pristine, always perfectly neat and tidy Derek. The Derek that is eating out of a cereal box on the couch.

Perhaps Stiles misjudged him in high school.

Stiles shoves the rest of the poptart in his mouth and makes his way over to the couch, sitting on the opposite end from Derek. He pulls his legs up to sit cross-legged.

“You’re getting crumbs all over the couch.” Derek points out, barely glancing over at him. Of course Derek, who is actually eating at the moment, isn’t getting crumbs on everything but Stiles, who has already eaten his last bite, is still spreading crumbs around. He brushes his hand over the couch and his pants, trying to clean it up a bit.

Stiles sits there, flicking his thumbs over each other.

“Would you like any coffee or something?”

“...sure.”

Stiles goes and makes two mugs: one of coffee and the other of hot chocolate. Derek, shockingly, doesn’t just take his coffee black.

They go back to their previous positions, except this time Derek keeps bringing the mug up to sip, never once looking away from the computer screen.

Stiles circles a finger around the rim of the mug.

He has to admit: at this point, he’s just stalling. He keeps catching himself staring at Derek as he reads the screen, types, takes a sip… and has to remind himself to look away before Derek looks over and catches him being weird.

“Do you want something?” Derek asks, interrupting his thoughts. Stiles blinks. Derek finally looks over from his computer. “You keep staring at me.”

Stiles feels his face flush.

“Oh, sorry… I’m just thinking. Guess I didn’t realize I was staring… you know how it is.” He laughs, short and nervous. Derek raises an eyebrow at him. The forced smile falls from Stiles’ face.

He readjusts, placing the now-empty mug on the coffee table next to them, which creaks under even that tiny weight. Derek simply turns his computer screen slightly downwards, giving Stiles his full attention. It sends a prickle down Stiles’ spine.

“Okay, so, the other day… remember, I missed class? Don’t know if you noticed… anyway, I did get there just as it let out.” Why is this so difficult, Stiles wonders. “So I was going to walk in, to ask what I had missed, when I heard you talking…” Stiles shifts, the weight of Derek’s gaze really not helping. He has the coffee mug drawn up to his lips, just on the edge of taking a sip but not doing so. “I know you’re struggling with the class.” Stiles bursts out, quickly, like ripping off a bandaid. Derek finally takes a sip. Swallows.

They stare at each other.

Stiles is about to continue speaking when Derek opens his mouth. Stiles’ mouth shuts so quickly he can hear a clack.

“Okay… what do you want me to do with this information?” Derek asks, finally setting aside the coffee mug and shifting so he’s facing Stiles more fully.

Stiles hesitates. Takes in a deep breath.

“Well, I wanted to offer… since you did it for me… would you like… to maybe…”

“Spit it out, Stilinski.”

“I want to know if you’d like to study with me.” He finally gets out, in one breath. Derek just stares at him, so he feels the need to continue speaking. “You know, like I could help you. If we’re studying the same material at the same time, it’ll be easier. Like how you helped me with my other class. We could be like… study buddies.” Stiles finishes, messing with the strings on his jacket.

“Study… buddies…” Derek says, slowly, like he’s never heard the term before. Stiles nods, maybe a tad too eagerly.

There’s a silence as Derek stares at him, eyes slightly squinted. Stiles shifts, bites his lip, and then starts talking again, unable to stand the silence. “Well, you know, it would be helpful to me too. It’s typically recommended to have a study group or something like that. You know, like-”

“I will think about it.” Derek says, turning back toward his computer.

Stiles stops, mouth still open over unspoken words. Derek folds his screen back to its proper position and goes back to whatever he was doing before this interruption. Stiles realizes that his mouth is open and clamps it shut.

“You will… think about it?” He asks, certain he must have misheard.

Derek’s expression remains deadpan. “Yes.”

“Oh- that-that’s great! So-” Derek gives him a look. “Oh, right right, sorry, I’ll leave you to… whatever you’re doing.” He laughs shortly, nervous, standing from the couch and taking his empty mug with him.

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Stiles is sitting on the couch, sideways so his legs are up on it, taking up the entire thing. He’s squinting at the computer in his lap, a frown creasing his forehead.

He jumps as a mug is suddenly placed on the coffee table beside him. Looking up from the screen, he sees that Derek has stopped beside him and placed the mug on the table. The scent of chocolate reaches out to him.

“What’s this?” He asks, even though he knows what it is as he reaches for the drink.

“You seem… stressed. I noticed you often make this at those times. Apologies if it’s not made right.” Derek turns and walks away. Stiles stares after him, holding the mug with both hands. It’s only after Derek picks up the messenger bag sitting on the table and is opening the door that Stiles remembers his manners.

“Oh- uh- thank you!” He calls out as the door swings shut. Taking a sip, his eyes widen. It’s even better than how he usually makes it. A small smile now on his face, he goes back to his work, chest warm and heart full.

Stiles walks into the dorm room, pushing the door shut with a sigh. He goes a little further in, about to step into the sitting area when he spots Derek, sitting on the couch, computer on the table and head in his hands as he stares down at the screen. His fingers knead into his forehead, as if his head hurts, and his jaw is clenched.

Pausing, Stiles takes in the sight for a minute before turning back to the kitchen. He grabs a mug and begins to assemble a drink. The smell of coffee spreads throughout the dorm.

Satisfied that it will be good enough for Derek, Stiles carries the mug over to where Derek is sitting and sets it on the table next to his computer. Derek looks up at him, raising an eyebrow past the fingers still pressed to his forehead.

“You look stressed,” Stiles says, shrugging a little. “Sorry if it’s not exactly how you usually make it, I had to guess at a few things.” Then, just as Derek did, he turns and walks away, toward his room. When he reaches the door, he glances back to see Derek take a sip. A slight smile crosses his lips as he does. Stiles feels his own mouth turn up at the sight and he enters his room, closing the door softly.

Stiles pushes into the dorm, stumbling as his hands are full of various plastic bags. His stomach also chooses that moment to rumble loudly and he groans, dreading the thought of having to make something or go back out. Placing the bags on the counter, he leans against it, shaking his arms out. One of the bags falls off of the narrow space and he groans as sticky yellow liquid leaks from it.

“Of course it has to be the fucking eggs,” He grumbles, leaning down to pick the bag up. He salvages a few eggs but has to toss the rest into the trash. He’s kneeling to wipe up the egg from the floor when the door opens behind him. The smell of Italian food suddenly fills the small space. Stiles looks up to see Derek, who holds two bags of take-out.

“Hey.” He says, and holds up the bags. “I got food, if you’re hungry.”

As if on cue, Stiles’ stomach makes a growling reappearance, as if to answer for him. He flushes, finishing with wiping up the mess of egg.

“Er, yes. I was actually just trying to figure out what to eat, so this is great. You’re a lifesaver.” He says, trying to get over the heat on his face by grinning widely. Derek snorts.

“Hardly a lifesaver, but yeah, sure.” He places one of the bags on the small amount of space available on the counter, then slips past Stiles and disappears into his room. He, mercifully, does not ask why Stiles was kneeling on the floor when he came in. Stiles finishes with putting away the groceries that he had bought, then grabs the bag and rips it open like an animal. He barely registers what it is (spaghetti, garlic bread, meatballs) before tearing into it, praising Derek in his head.

“Will that be all?”

Stiles stands at the counter of the Steep Café on campus, finishing up his order. He scans the menu quickly. “Uhh, actually, can I add…”

Upon walking out, he’s carrying a small paper bag and a drink carrier with two drinks. As he’s walking up the stairs of the dorm building, he mentally crosses his fingers that Derek is still in.

He quickly sees that Derek is, in fact, still in when he pushes open the door, clenching the bag and drink carrier in one strangely positioned hand, and sees Derek scraping furiously at a pan in the sink. He doesn’t look up when Stiles pushes the door closed and places the things in his hand on the counter.

“Hey, Derek…” Stiles says slowly, walking to him to look over his shoulder at the pan. All he can see are some severely charred remains of…something, presumably food though it’s hard to tell, sticking to the pan as Derek attempts to scrape it off, the water turning a strange brownish-black color. Derek grunts in response, slipping forward a little as one particularly hard jab at the pan actually gives way. “What… uh… happened here?” It seems that Derek is finally gaining the upper ground in his fight with the pan.

“Tried to make eggs. Forgot about them.” Derek responds flatly.

For how long? Stiles wonders incredulously, but instead just says, “It seems we both don’t have good luck with eggs.” Derek grunts again in response, scraping away the last few bits of severely burned egg. Did the guy even use any oil? “Well, either way, you’re in luck. I brought you back some coffee and a muffin from the little cafe on campus.” He continues on, gesturing at the bag and drinks on the counter, even though Derek isn’t looking at him. Although, at the word of food being available, Derek’s eyebrows do go up and his eyes seem to brighten a little.

He finally looks up as he picks up the finally clean pan and begins to dry it with a towel. “That is… very… kind of you.” Derek says, sounding like the words were pulled forcibly from his throat. Stiles beams.

“I wasn’t sure what you would prefer, so I just got two: a blueberry and a chocolate chip. Seemed pretty basic enough that you would at least like one, if not both.” Stiles knows he is rambling at this point, but he just can’t seem to stop. “And I also wasn’t sure what sort of coffee you would like, so I just had to take a guess.” Derek is peeling open the top of the paper bag and taking out the two aforementioned muffins, placing them on a little plate. Stiles reaches slightly behind him to grab the coffee he got him, fumbling a little as he passes it over to Derek. This earns a small, barely perceptible, smile, though whether it’s directed at Stiles or the coffee is unclear. Then, picking up the plate, Derek makes his way over to the little table at the edge of the living room.

After a brief hesitation, Stiles grabs his own food, a cinnamon roll and chai, and follows. Derek looks surprised for a moment when Stiles sits down, plopping his food down on the table, but his face quickly smoothes back over to indifference. And thus the two sit and eat together, mostly in silence, although Stiles occasionally breaks it with some comment or thought, which Derek mainly hums in response to.

Stiles is sitting on his bed, considering going to the kitchen to find something to eat, when there’s a short, quick knock at his door. He pushes himself up and walks over, opening the door to reveal Derek standing there. “Oh, hey.” He says, “I thought you were out.”

“I was, but my meeting with Professor Argent ended early and I was going to get some food. Wanted to see if you wanted to come.” Derek responds, raising an eyebrow in question. Stiles brightens.

“Sure! I was just thinking about what to eat. Just let me grab my wallet.” He backs into his room and has to search for his wallet, finally finding it underneath a shirt on top of his dresser. He goes back to the doorway to find Derek still standing in the same spot. “Ready?”

Derek nods and turns, walking toward the door. Stiles follows, closing his own door behind him. They walk in silence down the stairs and out of the building. It’s only once they are walking across the campus that Stiles breaks the silence.

“So… Do you know where you want to go?” Stiles looks over to Derek, who slows. He frowns.

“Er… no. I was going to think of it when we started getting to some restaurants.” He admits. Stiles snorts a laugh.

“Well, there’s a McDonald’s about a 30 minute walk from here. How about that?” Stiles suggests, and Derek shrugs and nods.

Approximately 38 minutes later, Stiles bites into his cheeseburger as a car whizzes past in front of them. Derek shifts in his position on the curb, putting a singular fry in his mouth.

“How’s that class going?” Derek asks suddenly, picking up another fry. Somehow he eats fries very neatly, taking a small bite of the edge before pulling the rest of it in his mouth. Very unlike Stiles, who has just taken an entire handful and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. He chokes a little at the question and has to stop to chew and swallow.

“Uh- what class?” Stiles rasps out, coughing a little more, his eyes watering.

“The one that always makes you glare at your computer like it’s committed a personal crime against you.” Derek sips at his vanilla shake, raising an eyebrow at Stiles.

Stiles sighs as he stabs at his Oreo McFlurry. “It’s… alright. I have a bit of a study group, I guess, so that at least helps push me to get it done. Still looking forward to it being done, though. The class, I mean.” Derek nods, mouth slightly downturned and eyebrows going up in a “hm, yeah” sort of expression.

“If you have a group, why would you want to study with me?” Derek finishes off his McNuggets, placing the empty canister in the paper bag.

“Well, with you it would be a specific class… plus, sometimes it’s nice to have another perspective. And have a more focused approach. When it’s three people, all working on different things, it’s more like… parallel studying instead of studying together for one subject. And sometimes we get a little distracted…” Stiles shoves the rest of his burger in his mouth as Derek nods in assent. “How about you? How are things with Professor Argent?”

Derek grimaces as if his milkshake suddenly tastes like chlorine. “It is… fine…” He says slowly, stirring the shake around with the straw. “It is proving… difficult to raise my grade, especially with the way Professor Argent is…” Derek actually does something more than raise an eyebrow or grimace for once: he rolls his eyes. Stiles resists the urge to gasp in surprise and, with no small amount of effort, focuses on Derek’s words.

“I hear that. My offer is still open, just so you know. No one’s filled the “Official Study Buddy” position yet.” Stiles says, huffing a laugh and doing finger guns for a reason not even he knows.

“Hm. Thank you. I will let you know.” Derek responds, and that conversation is over.

The two continue sitting on the curb, munching on their fries and ice creams as cars drive past. Occasionally the sound of cars, people talking, and general city sounds are joined by the sound of their conversation. The silences, however, are comfortable. Familiar.

Stiles pulls open the fridge and groans. It’s practically empty. Closing the fridge, he reaches up and opens the cabinet. Empty. The next one is also nearly empty. He groans again, shoulders slumping as he lets the last cabinet fall closed with a resounding thump.

He trudges over to Derek’s room door, knocking with three short raps. Upon hearing a short, “Come in,” he turns the handle and pushes the door open by tapping half-heartedly on the middle of the door. It slides open slowly. Derek looks over from his desk, eyebrow raised.

“Kitchen is empty.” Stiles says in lieu of greeting. Derek’s other eyebrow joins the first.

“Okay?”

Stiles slumps against the door frame. “I was going to go out to the store.”

“...okay?”

“Would you like to come with?” Stiles prompts, tapping on the inside of the door frame with the hand that is trapped between him and the frame.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t want to go. And it would be nice to have another set of hands this time.” His mind flashes back to the broken egg incident.

Derek sighs and pushes his chair back, standing. “Sure. Let’s go.”

Stiles rolls over and pushes off the door frame, tapping his pockets to ensure that he has his wallet. Derek grabs his own on the way out of his room.

About half an hour later, the two stand just in the entrance of WalMart. Staring at the mass of people inside.

“Grocery shopping on a Saturday. Not your brightest idea.” Derek says, looking at Stiles with an unimpressed look.

Stiles groans. “I forgot it was Saturday. Let’s just get this over with.” Derek snorts, but follows when he walks further into the store.

They don’t speak again for a while, beyond lifting products to show the other and the other agreeing that they need it or gesturing for them to put it back. As they weave their way through the crowds of people, their cart slowly gets fills up

“So I’ve thought about your offer.” Derek says suddenly as he places a box of cereal in the cart. Stiles blinks, looking up from where he was staring at the other boxes of cereal on the shelves.

“Huh?” He says, squinting.

“Your study offer. I’ve thought about it.”

“Oh! And?” Stiles grabs another box of cereal from the shelf and tosses it in the car.

“I… would like to do it. It sounds… nice.” Derek says as they continue walking down the aisle. Stiles grins, perhaps a bit manically if the look a passing woman gives him is anything to go by.

“Awesome! That’s wonderful! We can get started tomorrow, if you’d like.” Stiles stops again to look at some bread.

“Sure, that sounds… good.” Derek responds and Stiles, still distracted by the bread in his hand, misses the small smile that crosses his face.

#stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf stiles #teen wolf #derek hale #bask in the glory of all our problems #ao3

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The Strawberry Blonde (1941)

During the height of the Old Hollywood Studio System – when studios themselves contracted directors, actors, writers, and other craftspersons – Warner Bros. found its niche as the “dark” studio. Warners might not have invented the gangster picture, but they codified its archetypes and tropes, becoming synonymous with the subgenre. In the early 1940s, director Raoul Walsh (a film noir pioneer; 1940’s They Drive by Night and 1941’s High Sierra) was nearing the peak of his career and actor James Cagney (1938’s Angels with Dirty Faces, 1949’s White Heat) was perhaps Warners’ most bankable star. Walsh was known for his proto-noir works and crime dramas; Cagney arguably the era’s definitive gangster actor. By 1941, both needed something different to work with.

Adapted by brothers Julius J. and Philip G. Epstein from James Hagan’s pastoral stage play One Sunday Afternoon, The Strawberry Blonde was exactly what both men sought. The Strawberry Blonde – often billed as a romantic comedy because it is a much lighter adaptation than 1933’s One Sunday Afternoon (starring Gary Cooper and Fay Wray) – is a celebration of simple, unadorned love. Though not a gag-a-minute comedy, Walsh’s uncharacteristic film shines through the performances from Cagney and especially Olivia de Havilland (three years removed from The Adventures of Robin Hood and two from Gone with the Wind). It is a joyous and nostalgic production; perhaps it should be no wonder it was a career favorite film for Walsh and a highlight for Cagney.

The Strawberry Blonde occupies two time periods. The film is set in New York City sometime in the late nineteen aughts or early 1910s, but primarily told through flashback during the late 1890s. In the flashback, Biff Grimes (James Cagney) aspires to become a dentist and yearns for a strawberry blonde socialite named Virginia Brush (Rita Hayworth; whose singing voice is, in a fleeting scene, not dubbed for the only time in her career). Along with his buddy and soon-to-be business partner, Hugo Barnstead (Jack Carson), they go on a messy double date with Virginia and her friend, the nurse and suffragist-leaning Amy Lind (Olivia de Havilland). Upon first impressions, Biff considers Amy to be the less attractive, amusing, and sociable girl. When fate – or, more precisely, Hugo’s duplicity – intervenes, Biff and Amy find love together and marry. While Biff begins studying for a dentistry diploma by mail correspondence, the two navigate financial and personal travails. Despite the marriage, Biff harbors a stewing resentment towards Hugo and a lingering covetousness towards Virginia apparent in the film’s bookends.

Among the bit players are Alan Hale as Biff’s father; George Tobias as Biff’s and Amy’s Greek immigrant friend, Nicholas Pappalas; Una O’Connor as Mrs. Mulcahey; and George Reeves (a future television Superman) as a belligerent, loudmouth, mustachioed college man who – due to his sweater – I choose to believe is from Yale. The four actors listed here, all Warner Bros. contractees at the time, each have their memorable moments.

The Strawberry Blonde serves as a memorialization to the time of Walsh and Cagney’s upbringing, similar to Vincente Minnelli’s Meet Me in St. Louis (1944) at Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) and, if one wants to draw a modern throughline, the Duffer Brothers’ Stranger Things. In many ways, the film also feels like a musical. There are numerous diegetic performances of songs – whether by our central cast or a band – popular during the turn of the century. “The Band Played On” (from which the film derives its title; “Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde / and the band played on”), “Bill Bailey”, “The Fountain in the Park”, “Meet Me in St. Louis”, “Wait ‘Till the Sun Shines, Nellie”, and much more fill the soundtrack. Composer Heinz Roemheld’s (1942’s Yankee Doodle Dandy, 1947’s The Lady from Shanghai) work adapts many of these songs into a boisterous, energetic score. Roemheld knows when to dial his orchestra back during the film’s most intimate scenes, but this wall-to-wall score evokes the period. Ostensibly, according to the screenplay, it was a time of romantic walks and live music performances in almost all social settings. In a sense, these decisions make The Strawberry Blonde into a sort of half-musical.

With his most recent movie being the film noir High Sierra (1941) with Ida Lupino and Humphrey Bogart, the transition from a largely outdoors-set crime drama to interior-heavy romantic comedy nevertheless suited Walsh. Walsh receives immeasurable help from one of the best cinematographers ever in James Wong Howe (1941’s Abe Lincoln in Illinois, 1963’s Hud). Howe’s signature high-contrast, low key lighting – generally associated with film noir – is not present much in The Strawberry Blonde. But what Walsh and Howe accomplish is making a bygone decade contemporary again. Outside the film’s romantic scenes including Cagney and de Havilland or Cagney and Hayworth, the film’s frames overflow with activity. With masterful use of blocking and mise en scène in these moments, Walsh and Howe’s frames are always dynamic, moving – but not swooping – alongside masses of extras and supporting characters rather than staying put, as if taking still photography. A static camera during Biff’s dates out on town would immediately render The Strawberry Blonde as a dusty artifact, a creaky throwback. Stationary cinematography has its uses when there are plenty of actors on-screen, but such a decision would make this remake too much like its 1930s original. Instead, in conjunction with Orry-Kelly’s (1951’s An American in Paris, 1959’s Some Like It Hot) outstanding costume design, the past leaps out of the history books and memories to be present again.

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The notable instances in which Walsh and Howe keep their camera as rigid as possible are when Biff finds himself at the park bench where he and Amy first met. The set for the park also happens to be art director Robert M. Haas’ (1941’s The Maltese Falcon, 1949’s The Inspector General) plainest craftsmanship in the entire film. These scenes are the most obviously soundstage-bound moments – the too-perfect grass, the flatness, and lack of discernible lighting – despite the extras strolling in the deep background. The Strawberry Blonde’s park scenes mark the beginning and the renewal of Biff and Amy’s relationship, rendering them arguably the romantic highlights of the film. The contrast from these scenes to places such as the beer garden, the Central Park Zoo, or the Statue of Liberty make them the least “present” of the film. Some viewers less experienced in Old Hollywood (or those who, wrongfully, dismiss the style altogether) might complain about the obvious artifice in those park bench scenes with Biff and Amy, but my goodness does the aesthetic contrast make one take notice. Not only that, but the Epstein brothers’ dialogue for Cagney and de Havilland here is gently funny, and filled with warmth.

James Cagney, with his vaudeville background, was known for his physically exaggerated performances that nevertheless maintained a raw emotional core. That works to his benefit throughout The Strawberry Blonde, in which the character of Biff often sounds calm and measured, but his words bely fearfulness and bitterness. Despite the tough-guy gangster persona he often played in Warners’ gangster pictures, there are shades of Cagney’s later performance as George M. Cohan in Yankee Doodle Dandy here. Look at the grace in his dancing at the beer garden, a seemingly spontaneous cartwheel upon learning wonderful news, and how he putters about restlessly when conversing with Amy for the first time while expecting Virginia to show up. But also notice his weariness during the film’s bookends, how he accepts – but does not despair about – his station in life.

Olivia de Havilland is Cagney’s equal in this film, and a great foil to Rita Hayworth (whose character of Virginia is depicted as more conventionally attractive, but possesses a casual cruelty and vanity that gradually reveals itself). A middle-class nurse is an unusual role for an actress known at the time for mostly playing rich women and/or Errol Flynn’s love interest in swashbucklers or Westerns. As Amy, de Havilland curiously receives two “introductory” scenes in the film – both radically different from the other in storytelling function, reflecting the rarity of a second first impression and Biff’s tendency to see only surface details. Seemingly reserved but playful when she wishes to be, de Havilland’s Amy is an absolute delight of a character from the moment she appears. One crucial moment late in the film – in which Biff is dancing around an implied truth so that he can soften the blow for Amy – is heartbreaking acting from both. De Havilland’s movement and her glance outside the window in that scene epitomizes the agony in that moment. Knowing both actors’ resumes, I initially came into The Strawberry Blonde thinking that, on paper, Cagney and de Havilland would be a romantic mismatch. What a happy surprise it is to be completely wrong.

Unlike contemporary films that might take a nostalgic trip to a decade like the 1970s, ‘80s, or ‘90s, The Strawberry Blonde feels, at times, truly transporting. The incredible attention to visual details and especially the diegetic music (too often those newer nostalgia-driven movies resort to pin drops of non-diegetic music) help immensely. Though the film suggests an immigrant experience that would have been appropriate for turn-of-the-century New York, The Strawberry Blonde declines to say more about it – most likely a result of the original source material (“pickaninny”, a derogatory term that refers to black or dark-skinned children, is casually used in a song’s lyric).

At the center of this rich period detail lies an honest love between two people flowing through life’s currents. Sometimes their love is troubled with melodramatics, but they find ways to comfort and help the other with humor and goodness. Sure, it can be sentimental stuff. But it endures an upsettingly difficult test. The Strawberry Blonde has no designs to being other than a sincere love story and a fond lookback of another time. As such, it triumphs – with just one more chorus of “The Band Played On”, if you please.

My rating: 7.5/10

^ Based on my personal imdb rating. My interpretation of that ratings system can be found in the “Ratings system” page on my blog (as of July 1, 2020, tumblr is not permitting certain posts with links to appear on tag pages, so I cannot provide the URL). Half-points are always rounded down.

For more of my reviews tagged “My Movie Odyssey”, check out the tag of the same name on my blog.

#The Strawberry Blonde #Raoul Walsh #James Cagney #Olivia de Havilland #Rita Hayworth #Jack Carson #George Tobias #Una O'Connor #George Reeves #Lucile Fairbanks #Julius J. Epstein #Philip G. Epstein #James Wong Howe #Heinz Roemheld #Hal B. Wallis #Orry Kelly #WB100 #TCM #My Movie Odyssey

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ideal location [ch.14]

Nathan Hale x F!Reader

Now, appears a moment of weakness that Nathan Hale dares not speak of to another soul. You, who knew too much of him, yet not enough, would be the only bearer for this momentary lapse of better judgement, noted that you wouldn’t be awake to see it so.

He was wide awake once more, even after lulling into a peaceful sleep prior. It would only be for an hour, but for the man, it felt as if minutes melted into days.

Feeling so vulnerable is a emotion that he’d rather not revisit. The notion of being so exposed is what made him stand out, mission for Washington in his left shoe, and his Yale diploma in his bag.

In Latin. Latin! The worst way to code anything—if he had known what he knows now, he’d turn and high-tail it out of that tavern.

But he doesn’t. The last thing he remembers, he…

He shudders.

“y/n…”

It’s hoarse, hand coming out that was once tucked neatly under his head. It hovers, willing to push some hair away from your eyes, yet, never moves.

His mind is begging you to wake up, because he’d never gather the courage to wake you up himself. Nathan hates feeling so hopeless, yet, every time his gaze shifts to you, the sensation alleviates.

He can’t help it, wanting you to comfort him. The way you do it makes him feel so validated in his own feelings, just as emotions were exchanged easily between he and his own brother, as well as his best friend…

Memories meld, and it’s harder to bite back the tears of anger that rise. If Nathan was adamant about one thing, it’s that you would never have to see him deal with such frustrations. It wasn’t about being a man, no, quite the contrary. Tears shouldn’t be a form of weakness, they are a way of expression.

It’s the worry that he cannot stand, he’s seen it well up in your eyes far too many times for his liking. When you look over at him, his chest just about tightens until he feels like he has to gasp for air.

These horrible memories, nightmares, whatever they may be, are all just in his head.

It’s his own mind playing horrible tricks on him, remembering some things so vividly, and others, as if they weren’t ever really there.

“Why is this happening?”

He asks to no one in particular, whispering a rhetorical question to the night air. He’s so torn he could scream, and then his eyes move to you once more.

The impression seizes, just by the way your chest rises and falls. If you could see it, you’d call him a creep with a playful shove to the arm.

No, he will be alright. Fate is what steers him. Fate urged him to join the war, fate saw him to his mission, fate brought him here.

To you.

Things will change, things will get better.

You are the living proof of that.

When he blinks his eyes open, you aren’t next to him anymore. It’s an immediate rush of panic, hands darting out across the mattress as if you had just moved away from him, just out of reach. When he still doesn’t find you, he’s sat up straight, eyes roaming around the room to locate you.

Is he…?

No.

Stubbornly, he would never admit that that was the best night of sleep he’s gotten since he’s been here. It felt refreshing to have had slept almost fully throughout the night, and not waking up to deathly memories or painful nightmares.

“y/n?”

It’s firmer now, a question he immediately seeks the answer to.

Wandering into the hall, he finds a light, your bathroom door was open, and when he retreats from the bed and pushes the door open fully, you are brushing your teeth, pulling your hair back away from your face.

“Good morning!”

Your chirp, waving to him in the reflection of the mirror. The Captain walks behind you, standing so he can stare over the top of your head to see your expression in the mirror.

“Y’alright, Nate?”

You ask, cautious, wondering if he even remembered what happened last night.

“Yes, good morning.”

It’s not clear how he should be acting, having just slept in a women’s bed he was barely courting. His father would be furious, yet, he can hardly find it in him to dwell on it much.

It was the best thing that could have happened to him last night, regardless of the precedent.

“Wanna make breakfast here? Or maybe we should…get you some fresh air…hey, what’s wrong?”

You put your toothbrush down, watching his anguished eyes in the mirror.

“I…”

Nathan’s tongue comes out to wet his lips, briefly, voice trailing as he can’t seem to quite articulate his words.

“Nate…?”

You ask after a few moments too long.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost—agh, that’s bad analogy.”

Your palm smacks your forehead, but if it phased Nathan, he does nothing to show it.

“Um, but you look pale, and you’re kinda scaring me with this whole—uh?”

What you weren’t expecting, was for him to lean towards you, dropping all of his weight on you in a hug that made your chest hurt.

“Thank you. For last night, I…I am indebted, but sincerely, thank you.”

Concern floods easily, wondering all this was coming from. This isn’t one of the three Nathan’s you know.

There’s happy-go-lucky Nathan, the one who makes you laugh, and is mischievous-the one that has that charming smile of his own that melts your heart.

There’s downhearted Nathan, the one who gets frustrated at his life, at his situation, the one who retreats to the sofa and doesn’t talk much.

The third, that would be softhearted Nathan. The one who holds you like you’re the only person in the world, knows when you are in need of his presence.

This Nathan…you do not know. He’s despondent, far away, and his words aren’t convincing enough to let your worry slide.

“Nathan Hale, what has gotten into you?”

You return the hug, happy in his hold, but all he does is squeeze you tighter.

“Not a single thing.”

He smiles into the crook of your neck, hand coming to cradle your head.

“Think of it as nothing. It means everything to me, but you needn’t to know. Not yet. I am a little guarded, I will get there eventually.”

You raise an eyebrow, thinking that this may be a part of the story from last night.

“S’not a race, Nathan. You take all the time you need.”

He just nods, and you pat his back reassuringly.

“We all get where we need to go, regardless of pace.”

#sul writes #turn washington's spies #turn amc #nathan hale #captain nathan hale #nathan hale headcanons #nathan hale x reader #ideal location

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 6 months

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Gilmore Girls OC Masterlist ( D-K )

( A-C ) ( L-Z )

Name: Daniella Gilmore-Danes

Story: Home Again

Face claim: Lucy Hale

Love Interest: Logan Huntzberger

Name: Devorah Barans

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Gideon Adlon

Name: Eleanor Doose

Story: Last Summer

Face claim: Bethany Joy Lenz

Love Interest: past Jess Mariano; endgame TBD

Born and raised in Brooklyn, Eleanor Doose was a city girl through and through. She thrived in the fast pace of the city, in the freedom of being able to go anywhere at all, any time she wanted. There was always something to do, and Eleanor was going to do it all. She had never been one to slow down, determined that if she just kept going, kept moving, she could stay one step ahead of her problems. But she couldn’t outrun them forever, and when they finally did catch up to her, it was as explosive as any collision could be. Suddenly, Eleanor found her entire life packed into two suitcases and pushed onto a bus — for her own good, everyone said. But there was nothing good about being sent to Stars Hollow, the entire town smaller than the neighbourhood she’d grown up in. Eleanor Doose was a city girl, a small town in the middle of nowhere had nothing to offer her. Nothing, that is, until another bus pulled into town, bringing a small piece of New York to her in the form of her ex boyfriend.

Name: Eliya Rygalski

Story: Faking Glory

Face claim: Odeya Rush

Name: Elle Hearst

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Danielle Campbell

Love Interest: Logan & Finn

Name: Emmeline Forbes

Story: (We’ll Never Be) Royals

Face claim: Maddison Brown

Love Interest: Logan and/or Finn

Name: Esme Gerard

Story: You’re In The Band

Face claim: Jadah Marie

Love Interest: Livi Ruiz

Name: Evan Mariano

Story: Story Of A Girl

Face claim: Maia Mitchell

Did Evan Mariano hate living with her mother? Yes. Did she desperately want to get away from Liz’s various boyfriends? Definitely. Did she want to be shipped off to an uncle she barely knew because her mom took her boyfriend’s side over her children’s? Not particularly. But if Stars Hollow was her escape then she would absolutely take it — if only the entire town weren’t trying to get Luke to send them back to hell.

Name: Freya Morgan

Story: New Romantics

Face claim: Adelaide Kane

Name: Gabi Mariano

Story: Wish I Were Here

Face claim: Sofia Black D’Elia

When Jimmy and Brook Mariano divorced, Gabi didn’t handle it well. Acting out, getting into trouble, she tried doing whatever it took to get her parents to pay attention to her instead of constantly fighting. Then, once the divorce was finalized and Jimmy left, Brooke decided she didn’t want to look after the child she never wanted and sent her to the other side of the country to live with an uncle she barely knew. But Stars Hollow was fine. Really. Okay, it was a bit too nosy, a bit too eager to gossip about the new girl, but it was fine. And Gabi was fine, too. Broken, alone, but fine. She felt trapped, unable to breath, no less explain how much it hurt to be tossed aside like yesterdays garbage by the only family she knew, but she was fine. It was fine. And she was fine for an entire year; until Luke’s nephew comes to town. A troubled kid, abandoned by his father, tossed aside by his mother, sent to live with his uncle, he sounded more like Gabi than anyone else in Stars Hollow. And then she meets him. Jess Mariano. Her brother — wait, her what?

Name: Gen Saylor

Story: My Way / Piece By Piece

Face claim: Haley Lu Richardson

Name: Harry Bechtel

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Nicholas Galitzine

Love Interest: Troy Donahue-Callisto & @the-witching-ash's Richie Gilmore in Delicate)

Troy Donahue-Calliso had a plan. A good plan, at that. A plan that involved graduating from Chilton at the top of his class, then going to Yale to study political science and international affairs, then going to Yale law, then becoming a lawyer, then senator, and then the youngest President in history. He liked his plan, it was a good plan. It left room for the occasional stress relieving hookups with his friends, it accounted for the disdain that he would forever face in Hartford – for his sexuality, for the colour of his skin, for his parents’ divorce, for his father not being from Hartford. It was the perfect, foolproof plan. He never planned for the Gilmores.

Name: Harry Bechtel

Story: New Romantics / Coming Of Age

Face claim: Nicholas Galitzine

Love Interest: Troy Donahue-Callisto

Name: Holland Bass

Story: Breakaway

Face claim: Meg Donnelly

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Holland Bass had never been good at staying in one place. She’d spent her life travelling with her grandmother, being homeschooled and seeing the world. But in her junior year of high school, her grandma gets it into her head that Holland needs permanence; that she needs normal and consistent socialization; that she needs to finish her last two years of high school in one place. Unfortunately, rather than getting to stay in a foreign city, in any of the hundreds of places that offer stability but would still be exciting, Holland finds herself in Stars Hollow, moving into her grandma’s inn. She loved the town, loved her godfather and all the whacky events, but she knew that it would never be enough to satisfy her need for adventure. Until she meets Luke’s nephew, the only person in town as restless and stir-crazy as her.

Name: Hyacinth Nelson

Story: Windward Circle

Face claim: Peyton List

Name: Ilsa Gilmore-Danes

Story: Of Love And Longing

Face claim: Liana Liberato

Ilsa Gilmore-Danes was pretty happy with the way her life was turning out. She lived with her mom and older sister, spent most of her free time and half of her nights at her dad’s, and had turned out pretty well adjusted, all things considered. But when she turns fourteen, everything changes. First, Rory gets into private school and Ilsa finds herself facing school without her big sister by her side. Then, Rory’s dad comes back into the picture, as eager as ever to shove Ilsa out of the picture while he plays happy family. Soon after, her dad’s great heartbreak roles into town, whose sudden departure had been the first heartbreak of Ilsa's young life. And if that weren’t all stressful enough, she now has to spend every Friday of the foreseeable future having dinner with her grandparents, who’ve made no secret of the fact that they think Ilsa’s existence ruined their dreams of the perfect family.

Name: Jacqueline Grant

Story: Drops Of Jupiter

Face claim: Amanda Seyfried

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Jamey Belleville

Story: Hey December

Face claim: Joshua Bassett

Love Interest: Lorrie Gilmore-Danes

Name: Jane Forester

Story: Long Time Coming

Face claim: Katie Douglas

Love Interest: Lindsay Lister; Lindsay Lister & Jess Mariano

Name: Jeremy Skinner

Story: The Road Not Taken

Face claim: Sean Berdy

Name: Jocelyn Gilmore

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Liz Gillies

Name: Julia Gleeson

Story: Untitled

Face claim: Katie Holmes

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

Name: Kaito Lauder

Story: Loveless Generation

Face claim: Evan Mock

Love Interest: Blythe Langford & Charles Gilmore

Name: Kaylee Hayden

Story: Ego Crush

Face claim: Josephine Langford

Love Interest: Jess Mariano; Logan Huntzberger

Kaylee hadn’t meant to get expelled, okay? It wasn’t her fault that the fireworks somehow went off early, and really, if the small scars near her eye were anything to go by, she already more than paid for the stained glass windows they destroyed. But no, apparently even the Hayden princess and Huntzberger heir weren’t above the rules this time, and Kaylee finds herself stuck back in America with her father. An unfortunate situation, but she’s confident that in a couple of weeks she’ll be off to the next boarding school and won’t have to see him again until summer. Instead, she finds herself stuck on a motorcycle trip to fucking Connecticut – where, apparently, he has a whole other family. A whole other daughter, to be specific, one who was still in the womb when Kaylee herself was conceived. And as if that weren’t enough, Connecticut also has her grandparents. The worst people she’s ever met, hands down, and the only people capable of convincing Christopher that it’s in his best interest to cut his losses and abandon his no-longer-only daughter on the doorstep of the mother she’d never met.

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: Delicate

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger or Jess Mariano

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: My Way

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Tristan Dugray; eventual Tristan Dugray & Logan Huntzberger

Kirsty Gilmore loved her family, she loved her town, and she loved her life. Really, she wouldn’t change a thing. But when she suddenly finds herself transferring to Chilton with her sister, change becomes inevitable. And with a new school, new friends, and a new world to explore, Kirsty finds herself wondering if she might want to be more than just a Gilmore Girl.

Kirsty AU Masterlist

Name: Kirsty Gilmore

Story: Piece By Piece

Face claim: Zoey Deutch

Love Interest: Jess Mariano

When Tristan was sent to military school, he made Kirsty promise that she would move on, that she would think about her own happiness for once. And she had tried. Over the next few months, she’d found herself growing closer and closer to Jess, until the accident. His sudden departure brought an abrupt end to whatever could have been growing between them. Even after her blowout fight with Lorelai, she’d hoped that a summer on Broadway would be exactly what she needed to keep her promise, to clear her head and hit reset, but it was proving to be just the opposite. Exhausted, lonely, and ready to pack up and give in, Kirsty is quickly losing faith in New York. That is, until something — fate, a panic attack, a thunderstorm, a lack of any clean clothes, take your pick — led her into a small diner and Jess Mariano’s arms.

#randomestfandoms construction #gilmore girls oc #masterlist #ocappreciation #gilmoregirlsocs

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part something of research for @thereallvrb0y

I'm so productive today so here we go. Today, we got Ben Tallmadge, James McHenry, John and Abigail Adams. Love you, Richie

@thereallvrb0y

Oh, also, for my sources, I really just used Mount Vernon and the White House website because I am a capitalist piece of shit. (the white house has the best timeline, Mount Vernon has more specifics)

Benjamin Tallmadge

Benjamin Tallmadge was born on February 25, 1754 in Setauket, Long Island *insert Turn theme* as the second of five sons to Reverend Benjamin Tallmadge and Susannah Tallmadge. He was educated in the classics by his father, who didn't send him to Yale until 1769.

"President Dagge[t, at that University], on a visit to [his] father, examined and admitted [Tallboy] as qualified to enter college, when [he] was twelve or thirteen years old."

Tallmadge developed a "close friendship" with Nathan Hale as a student at Yale. I'll let someone more eloquent in Halemadge mythology tackle that information, but to me they seem kinda sus but slay.

He completed his studies in 1773 and took up a teaching post at a school in Wethersfield, Connecticut. However, after the disaster that was 1775, Tallmadge began seriously considering joining the Army. He was offered the position of lieutenant in one of the six month regiments in Connecticut by Captain Chester of Wethersfield in 1776. He first saw action in the Battle of Long Island in August 1776, which was a British victory. Meanwhile, his older brother, William, was taken prisoner at Long Island and "literally starved to death in one of [the British] prisons."

But all that bad stuff is okay because in December of that year, he was appointed to a captain in Colonel Elisha Sheldon's 2d Regiment of Light Dragoons, then rose to the rank of major in April 1777. They grow up so fast. Tallmadge was also present at Brandywine and Germantown, which would be slay queen pussy boss, if both those battles weren't losses lol.

In 1778, Tallmadge was appointed director of military intelligence by Washington, with a focus on getting information from New York City, so "[he] opened a private correspondence with some persons in New York (for Gen. Washington) which lasted through the war." This was, you guessed it, Abraham Woodhull, Caleb Brewster, Anna Strong (allegedly!), Robert Townsend, and Austin Roe (we don't know who tf that is).

Those people formed the Culper Spy Ring, named after the nickname given to Woodhull, "Samuel Culper." Tallmadge was given a similar nickname, "John Bolton".

A system was created for the spies in which numbers were substituted for common words, names, and places. A key was provided to Washington, Woodhull, and Townsend. Washington also provided them with invisible ink because apparently he's Dumbledore. A message would be written with it, sometimes on the back of a normal letter, for the recipient to treat the paper with a reagent to reveal the message. This, apparently, saw significant use.

"I have not any of the Ink, but I will endeavor to provide some of it as soon as possible," -Washington to Tallmadge on April 30, 1779

The Spy Ring prevented a British fleet from sailing for Rhode Island in July 1780. Woodhull passed the intelligence of the fleet to Tallmadge, who allerted Washington. A fake plan of attacking New York was made, which made the British recall their ships, and allowed Lafayette and Rochambeau to land 6,000 troops at Newport.

Tallmadge also played a significant role in the apprehension of John Andre. If you want the whole story of John Andre's arrest and Benedict Arnold's flee from West Point, I have that shit memorized and I love talking about it so send me an ask bc I don't feel like typing all that shit out rn lol.

After the war, Tallmadge returned to civilian life with his wife, Mary Floyd Tallmadge, and their seven children in Connecticut. He entered into several business and financial ventures, for example serving as president of the Phoenix Bank and joined the Ohio Company to purchase and resell land in the west.

During Washington's first presidential term, Tallmadge was given the position of postmaster for Litchfield, Connecticut. He was elected to Congress in 1800 as a Federalist (here in my notes I wrote "freaks who fuck together federal together" and I'm not sure why, but there you go) and remained in the House until 1817. He died at 81 in 1835.

James McHenry

James McHenry was born on November 16, 1753 in County Antrim, Ireland. He was classically educated in Dublin before immigrating to Philadelphia in 1771. He returned to Philadelphia from a term at Newark Academy in Delaware to study medicine under Dr. Benjamin Rush in the years leading up to the Revolutionary War.

He put his medical training to good use in the "American Continental Hospital" (idk why that's in quotes but I figured it's important) near Boston in the Autumn of 1775. He followed the Army to New York and was appointed surgeon for the 5th Pennsylvania Regiment on August 10, 1776. He was captured less than three months later with over 2,800 soldiers at the fall of Fort Washington on November 16, 1776. McHenry actively treated wounded comrades during captivity and informed Washington of the condition of prisoners of war in New York. He was exchanged in March 1778.

McHenry returned to his duty as a senior surgeon at Valley Forge. He accepted Washington's invitation to join his staff as an assistant secretary without a rank. He assisted in the duties of an aide-de-camp, and became particular friends with Alexander Hamilton, which is a job all within itself. He formed the opinion that Washington "is a singular exhibition of Human Excellence."

He proved himself "worthy to wield the sword as the pen" at Monmouth on June 28, 1778. He transferred to Lafayette's staff in August 1780 as an aide-de-camp and was given the rank of Major on October 30, 1780. McHenry "tempered the young Frenchman's ardor" during the 1781 Virginia campaign. He fought at the Battle of Green Spring and at Yorktown.

Oh, also, he was the only one on Hamilton's side at his wedding. Like literally everyone else there was in the Schuyler family or were family friends. Isn't that depressing. Anyway.

In December 1781, McHenry resigned military commission to sit in the Maryland senate. He began a correspondence with Washington in order to keep him aware of the political state of affairs that would continue for fourteen years. He held a number of local, state, and national government positions, including being a Maryland representative to the Constitutional Convention, where he reluctantly signed the document and voted for ratification.

Washington offered him the position of Secretary of War in early 1796 after three others declined. He remained in the cabinet of John Adams. During the Quasi war, in 1798, Washington expressed disappointment in Mchenry during the initial months of preparation for war. Despite this, he proved to be a capable Secretary, despite dealing with fucking John fucking Adams and "two domineering generals" aka Hamilton and Washington.

Adams forced McHenry's resignation in May of 1800 because he was loyal to Hamilton, and McHenry retired to his estate near Baltimore before his passing on May 3, 1816.

John Adams

John fucking Adams was born in the Massachusetts Bay Colony in 1735. His father was from Braintree, Massachusetts and was a farmer and a cobbler. Adams was educated at Harvard in 1751 and then decided to be a lawyer.

He married Abigail Smith in 1764. She was the daughter of a Weymouth, Congregationalist minister and granddaughter of pre-revolutionary era politician, John Quincy. They ended up having six kids and managing a farm together.

During the war, Adams served as a delegate to the First and Second Continental Congresses where he led the movement for Independence. He met George Washington for the first time in 1774. They dined together several times, and he respected Washington greatly. In 1775, he pushed Congress for him to be Commander in Chief of the Continental Army.

"This Appointment will have a great Effect, in cementing and securing the Union of these Colonies." -John Adams

Adams served in France and Holland in diplomatic roles during the war and helped negotiate the Treaty of Paris. However, he wasn't really a good diplomat. Everyone thought he was blunt, annoying, impatient, hypersensitive to criticism, and a fucking asshole. He would also convince himself that everyone else was evil and out to get him in some way. The most outrageous example of this, in my opinion, was the one time he accused the Marquis de Lafayette of attempting to colonize America... I'll let that sink in for a moment. Marquis de I'm-fucking-obsessed-with-America Lafayette. Mf literally had an America themed house and Adams thought "yep. he's plotting the downfall of this country." So that was fucking stupid.

Tl;dr Adams isn't as great as mainstream media thinks he is.

Adams also served as minister to the Court of St. James's from 1785-1788 but that was irrelevant apparently because I have no info on it lol.

Adams wanted to return when he got back to America but instead had to serve as Vice President and I don't feel bad for him. He didn't like being Vice President though, and I still don't feel bad for him.

"My country has in its wisdom contrived for me the most insignificant office that ever the invention of man contrived or his imagination conceived." -John Adams to Abigail Adams

He was a one term president after that and geez was that one term a mess. There was a war between France and Britain going on because the French are continually fucking up international affairs at this time, and that caused complication in American shipping and domestic affairs. Why domestic affairs, you ask? Take one guess. You're right, it's Hamilton.

Specifically Hamilton and Jefferson. Because of fucking course. The Federalist (Hamilton and Adams' party) wanted to support Britain because the French were too liberal, and the Democratic Republicans (Jefferson, Madison and Monroe's party/ies, it's complicated) wanted to support France because they were allies to the US once blah blah blah they were just liberal.

However, this all was different when um. France kind of. Fucked everything up. Again.

So basically Adams sent three commissioners to France to try to get them to stop fucking up everything so the US could mind their business. However, in the spring of 98, a little birdie tells Adams that French Foreign Minister Talleyrand (a fashion icon let me tell you /j) and the French Directory refused to negotiate unless the US gave them money.

Adams, a Federalist, was like FUCK THAT and snitched to COngress who was also like fuck that, and the Senate printed the correspondence, which only referred to the French commissioners or whatever they were as "X, Y, and Z" *roll credits*

The nation had "the X. Y. Z. fever" in the words of Tommy J which increased the popularity of the Federalist party because they realized the French were fucking everything up, and people even liked Adams for a little while.

So this caused some problems later, but I'll get to that in a sec. When the debate of France vs Britain was still largely 50/50, Adams approved this little thing you might have heard of called the Alien and Sedition Acts. These were acts made to "frighten foreign agents out of the country and stifle the attacks of Republican editors." To translate out of propaganda speak, Adams was trying to limit the rights of immigrants and stop people from printing negative things about him. So you know. Infringing on Constitutional Rights. (oh, btw, Hamilton agreed with these, which is why people say he was anti-immigrant)

Anyway back to the XYZ affair kind of. Basically, because of those proceedings, the US was like "...well we're fucked." And they were, because France started fighting America on the sea. And at this point in history, America was. detrimentally fucked when it came to anything military.

American shipping was basically defenseless since they disowned Daddy Britain who had big guns and big money, both of which were used to protect shipping. For example, (this comes up later with Jefferson), the Barbary states in North Africa had pirates that would attack European merchant vessels to steal their merchandise as well as the people on board to enslave. The European superpowers (Britain, Spain, France, etc.) would large sums of money for the Barbarian governments to keep their pirates from attacking their shipping. America didn't have that kind of money. And because they didn't have that kind of money to pay bribes, they didn't have that kind of money to buy guns. or ships. or gunpowder. or food. or like anything you need to run a navy.

So France was basically decimating American merchant ships. But they chilled out by 1800 because shit was going down. The Federalists called it a war since Daddy Hamilton was angry, but war was never officially declared, so we call it what the Democratic Republicans called it, the Quasi War.

Long negotiations ended the Quasi War and I don't care. However, someone special was a little bit kind of extremely PISSED that Adams sent a peace mission to France. Take one guess- you know what I'm not even going to let you finish, it's Hamilton.

By the time of the election of 1800, Republicans had their shit together. They knew Jefferson was the most obvious choice for president, with Burr being the kind of underdog that still had potential, however the Federalists were fucked, since the party was already dying. Now you're thinking, but wait, I thought Adams was Federalist. We'll not anymore because the sluttiness in the room is about to get ASTRONOMICAL.

Hamilton and Adams were on each other's shit list since the Revolutionary War. Hamilton hated Adams because Adams was in the Continental Congress and ignored how the army was struggling in order to make a point, and Adams hated Hamilton because Hamilton made him wake up at 3 am once (evacuation of Philadelphia).

Hamilton's political influence was so great, not because he was widely respected (he wasn't) but because he had people in nearly every position that he could influence to vote in the direction that benefited him most. It didn't always work, but it worked in Adams' case.

This was also another reason Hamilton didn't like Adams because, despite being in the same party as him, Adams was too stubborn to be manipulated by Hamilton. Also, when they were both in the cabinet, Adams was mostly, if not entirely, outcast from the proceedings, mainly because of how Hamilton and Jefferson overshadowed the other cabinet members with their big personalities, big opinions, and intense rivalry. To compound this even further, Hamilton held both second and first in command positions (the latter after Washington retired [again]). So for basically an entire decade, Hamilton unofficially outranked Adams, even though Adams held the more important position.

Their rivalry wasn't personal like Hamilton and Madison/Monroe, nor was it like Hamilton and Jefferson's rivalries where they were basically the antithesis of one another. It was really just political, but because they both expected the other to agree, being in the same party, and also because they were both so hypersensitive to criticism, it became very personal in their eyes.

Hamilton wanted Adams gone. And he handled this quite differently from how Jefferson handled it, even though they both wanted Adams out of the running.

Jefferson was basically the master of eliminating his political enemies from the competition. He, like many other statesmen of the time, including Hamilton, owned publishing companies where he would commission writers to publish slander against his political enemies in order to worsen public opinion of them, therefore losing them the majority of popular vote, and by extension, the electoral vote. This was the smart way to go about things, because it was anonymous, there was no risk of damage to Jefferson's public image most of the time. Emphasis on most of the time, because the newspaper wars of the earlier 1790s weren't as anonymous but whatever.

While Hamilton did utilize this strategy, when it was a case like Adams where he needed to deal the most about of damage as fast as possible, he needed to use more than one strategy at once. So in conjunction with the above, he also spread rumors, like he did with Burr at this exact same time, he made a direct publication(s). I put that s there because I haven't gotten to look into this era of Hamilton's life in excessive detail, so I don't know all the facts, but I do know how Hamilton works.

Essentially, Hamilton struck Adams' reputation on three fronts: word on the street, pamphlets circulating, and newspaper articles. Adding Jefferson's efforts, along with Hamilton's influence among the electoral voters, Adams was cast out of the running fairly quickly.

Adams gave up on politics after that, and retired to his farm in Quincy, and rebuilt his relationship with Jefferson, which had died sometime during the Washington administration, and they remained friends until July 4, 1826, when they both died.

"Thomas Jefferson survives" -John Adams' last words, not knowing Jefferson had died a few hours earlier. Dumbass.

Abigail Adams

Abigail Smith was born in 1744 at Weymouth, Massachusetts. She was descended from the Quincys on her mother's side. Every colony had Those Families that were pretty much their since the founding and made up the elite of that colony. New York had the Schuylers, Van Rensselaers, and Livingstons, Virginia had the Jeffersons, the Washingtons, and the other one, South Carolina had the Ramsays and the Pickneys, and Massachusetts had the Quincys and the Adamses.

Abigail lacked formal education, like most other women, but was known for her keen intelligence that she gained from reading whatever she could. This love of reading created a bond between her and John Adams, and they got married in 1764 when she was 19.

They lived together in John's farm at Braintree or in Boston when he had to do lawyer things. She had three sons and two daughters in ten years (ouch) and looked after the family and their home when John was running around the globe getting fired from every job he had.

"Alas! How many snow banks divide thee and me..." -Abigail Adams to John Adams in December 1773

They were apart for most of their relationship, and I think they're one of the best examples of the 18th century, mid-upper class relationship between husband and wife. In the American culture of this time, the wife was expected to remain home and raise the children, while also being involved in local politics and diplomacy to maintain the family name, while the husband was expected to have a similar role in state/national affairs. This is why you often see, in the upper class, women having prominent roles in their family and community.

Abigail joined John in Paris in 1784. Then, after 1785, she had to define and fill the role of wife of the first United States Minister to Great Britain, and she absolutely slayed. Then, they returned to Massachusetts in 1788.

Abigail had much a much more defined political ideology than other women at their time, even if they were equally involved in politics, because of how boldly she informed her husband, as well as the Massachusetts Colony General Court in 1775, of her beliefs. She was a humanitarian and an activist, with an unbiased opinion of the United States. She advocated for gender equality in public education and the need to pay attention to how women were affected by current events. When she was informed that the Declaration of Independence was to be written, she reminded her husband to, "Remember the Ladies..."

She also wrote a will that left the majority of her possessions to her female family members, which was surprising since her belongings would technically belong to her husband. As if he could argue with her. She was smarter than him.

Although Adams rarely listened to his wife, her opinions influenced him heavily. She had so much influence over him that she was nicknamed "Mrs. President" which I think is iconic.

She also believed in the necessity of emancipation, and firmly believed in independence, saying, "Let us separate, they are unworthy to be our Brethren. Let us renounce them..."

As the wife of the Vice President, she became good friends with Martha Washington, helping her with official entertaining, since she had experience in foreign courts. However, she became sick frequently after 1791, so she was in Massachusetts most of the time.

Funny story about when she met George Washington, she kind of didn't like him because he had slaves and was a member of the Virginia planter elite. But, after meeting him, she was "struck with General Washington" and said that he was marked by "Dignity with ease... the Gentleman and Soldier look agreeably blended in him."

When Adams became president, she continued a formal pattern of entertaining, even if the capital was kind of... not there. She fucking hated it.

She retired with her husband in 1801, and lived a happy life until 1818 when she died. She is buried beside her husband in United First Parish Church.

Okay geez that was a lot, I did this all in one day FHSKJHSKLJH (not the tallmadge and mchenry notes, i did those a while back, hence why i can't decipher "freaks who fuck together federal together). my wrist hurts so im going to go play minecraft and probably read fanfiction since ive got Hamilton on the brain (if you couldn't tell). hope this helps. love ya!!!!

#history #amrev #amrev history #american revolution #american history #benjamin tallmadge #james mchenry #john adams #abigail adams #alexander hamilton #hamilton #historical hamilton #thomas jefferson #if you can't tell i don't like adams #and im sure there are some positive things out there about him #i just cannot conjure those words myself #election of 1800 #i had a really bad american history teacher in 7th grade so now whenever i have to talk or think about the xyz affair or the quasi war #part of me dies #but man am i glad to be done with this #also i think the schedule of me working on history on saturdays works pretty well because its easy work but still productive #im on a roll guys don't let me get off track #jk you're not responsible for me #but if i don't post for like months yell at me #be mean its okay #also ignore any typos you can't pay me to proofread my tumblr posts #i already cross referenced what more do you want from me #okay i'll shut up now #do it for richie 💪

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CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE !!

Tagged by: myself.

Tagging: @withinycu, @adrienne-lafayette-official, @johngravessimcoe, @cavalrylad, @musenssang, @philip-hamilton-official, @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins, @virgosjukebox. 💙

✧･ﾟ 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

► BENJAMIN TALLMADGE.

Name: Benjamin Tallmadge.

Alias(es): Ben, Major Tallmadge, 2nd Continental Light Dragoon, Tall-boy, & Captain Tallmadge. “Beagle tilting his head.” (Creator of Washington’s spies tv).

“Beagle” “Washington’s hunting dog” (affectionate & derogatory, from both sides)

Gender: male (he/him).

Orientation: not your business.

(Bi, repressed and ashamed about it, but bi, in my personal portrayal and reading/headcanons, having read his memoirs & letters, but the truth is… as with Alexander Hamilton, we’ll never know). Age: 22-24.

Date of birth: February 25, 1754

Place of birth: Setauket or Brookhaven, Long Island, NYC.

For simplicity he’ll say, New York, sometimes.

Spoken language(s): English, Latin, trying really hard for French thus far not succeeding. Do code books count?

Occupation(s): soldier, spymaster, congressman, statesman. (au: lawyer) (modern verse: law student).

★ ⸻ APPEARANCE

Eye colour: blue, the kind you can drown in, it’s his most attractive feature, according to popular opinion.

Hair colour: dirty blonde.

Height: 6’0” (tall by 18th century standards).

Other: rarely ever seen out of uniform.

Has anxiety & PTSD, should probably touch grass. Deserves a hug and deserves better.

★ ⸻ FAVORITE

Colour: red, white, gold and blue, neutral black that suits everything or gray works to.

Song: Benjamin’s playlist.

Food: bread, salt, cheese, or fish.

Drink: brandy or wine.

★ ⸻ HAVE THEY...

Passed university: Yale college, top of his class!

Had sex: not your business.

Had sex in public: no.

Gotten pregnant/someone else pregnant: wants kids, but not that way, and not at this exact moment. Given the war.

Kissed a boy: no. (Yes) Nathan Hale.

Kissed a girl: yes.

Gotten tattoos: no.

Gotten piercings: no.

Been in love: he’s not sure if it counts, to be blunt, but for reason of answering, yes.

Stayed up 24+ hours: for the cause, yes.

★ ⸻ ARE THEY...

A virgin: not your business, also a construct society cruelly and hypocritically only applies to the fairer sex. (No).

A cuddler: yes.

A kisser: circumstantially.

Scared easily: most certainly not!

Jealous easily: yes!

Submissive: switch.

Dominant: none of your business.

In love: verse/thread dependant.

Relationship status: I am married to honour and the revolution until this is over. (Single).

★ ⸻ RANDOM QUESTIONS

TW for self-harm/suicide mention.

Have they harmed themselves: not unless you count accidentally falling in the Delaware river.

Thought of suicide/ideated: under the pressure of war, atrocities, violence and bloodshed. Yes. But rarely.

Attempted suicide: only if you count a Protestant martyr complex, as the son of a preacher it runs in the family.

Wanted to kill someone: side eyes Simcoe.

But he didn’t enjoy the killing in question.

Have/had a job: Washington’s staff.

Fears: death, abandonment, losing control, not being enough, losing the war, tyranny, his own capacity to help vs harm and the moral dilemma of mundane human existence and soldiering.

Sibling(s):

Samuel Tallmadge.

William Tallmadge.

John Tallmadge.

Isaac Tallmadge.

Parent(s): Susannah Tallmadge (née Smith)(deceased)/Rev. Samuel Tallmadge sr.

Children: verse/thread dependant.

Children In history:

Frederick A. Tallmadge

Maria Jones Tallmadge

William Smith Tallmadge

Harriet Tallmadge Delafield

Benjamin Tallmadge Jr.

Henry Tallmadge.

Significant other(s): Nathan Hale (deceased), Sarah Livingston (ex lover, kinda, sorta, it’s complicated & traumatizing).

Significant other(s) in history:

Mary Floyd (1784 to 1805).

Maria Hallet (1808 til death in 1835).

Pet(s): he should like to have a beagle, or grey hound, but, none presently.

Benjamin’s Wikipedia.

Benjamin’s memoir.

In canon: TURN.

Culper ring.

#muse: benjamin tallmadge #about / to confide or confess #visage / merely aiding nature #meta #headcanon #headcanons #historical verse.#history #historical references

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madison bailey. she/her. cis woman. ›spotted at the met steps , angelina braxton , most likely listening to jotto by bibi with their airpods pro . the twenty two year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -guarded yet +independent to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about a stack of dogeared books, quiet libraries, the soft, soothing sound of fingers clicking against a keyboard, reading glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose , followed by japanese cherry blossom . latest nepoupdates article talks about angel throwing a glass of water in the face of an executive of a reputable company before smacking him and storming out of a restaurant , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

name. angelina braxton. nickname(s). angel, lina. dob. february 2nd, 2001. sexual orientation. pansexual. romantic orientation. panromantic. birthplace. queens, new york. hometown. queens, new york. current location. new york city, new york. nationality. american. ethnicity. african descent / caucasian. occupation. reluctant influencer and model / aspiring author. social class. recently upper middle class - rising. living arrangements. in queens with her mother and half-brother.

face claim. madison bailey. height. 5'10" eye color. dark brown. hair color. dyed brownish-honey blonde. tattoos. none. piercings. ears.

positive. independent, creative, confident, self sufficient, intelligent. negative. guarded, impatient, blunt, reactive, judgmental. personality / mannerisms inspo. prue halliwell (charmed), bonnie bennett (the vampire diaries), rosalie hale (twilight).

bio. angelina was raised by her mother, and in a sense, her older half-brother as well. her father wasn't really in the picture, so her mother struggled quite a bit raising her and her older half-brother. it wasn't easy growing up in a one income household in new york, but the three of them made do with what they had. angel learned from a very young age that money, while desired and prioritized by some, was not the most important thing in the world. she actually began to resent the idea of wealth. she hated seeing people flaunt their money around while her and her family struggled to make ends meet. it wasn't fair in her eyes; but she had been taught early on that life wasn't fair by life itself. where she wasn't blessed in financial relief, she was blessed with intelligence. angel was the top of her class in every year that she was in school, getting on the honor roll throughout elementary, middle and high school, and even getting on the deans list while she was in college. in her eyes, academics was the only thing that she was really good at. while people could create art, making clothes, make music, sing, dance or act, she could solve any equation given to her or write an entire essay on a novel in less than an hour. it just came naturally to her. academics were her niche, where she felt most comfortable. during her senior year of high school, angelina was accepted into multiple universities - yale, princeton, columbia and stanford to name a few. she wanted to experience living on her own, so she enrolled in yale.. only to come back a semester later because she missed her brother and mother so much. after deciding to return home, she enrolled in columbia instead, like her older brother, and studied english and comparative literature. she took extra classes during the summer and winter months, which allowed her to graduate earlier than usual.

after graduating, she started her journey of trying to become a published author. angelina's always been a lover of books and literature, and after years of writing short stories, and more recently, a novel of her own, she finally wanted to get her work published. unfortunately for her, she didn't realize how difficult it would be to get a publishing company to look at her work, let alone take her seriously. she never thought she'd get a break or an opportunity, until early 2022 came around. angel, unwillingly and unknowingly, went viral on tiktok and twitter last year. being the subject of one of those "tiktok/twitter, do your thing and help me find this girl," trends, the video of her reading on a park bench gained millions of views and likes. so much attention was given to the video that she, stupidly, came out and said that the girl was her. next thing she knew, her usually dead social media accounts were flooded with followers and DMs. so at the encouragement of her friends, she began posting more often. as it turned out, people really enjoyed her dark sense of humor and blunt personality, which brought her even more popularity. in less than three months, she had half a million followers. by the time 2022 was coming to a close, she had over a million. she was being contacted by brands, companies and designers left and right, everyone offering her money to promote them or model their clothes.

and what did angel do? she accepted the offers. all because she knew that it could possibly open doors to the future that she really wanted. however, she's beginning to regret her decision at feeding into it. she's growing more and more popular by the day, more and more people online knowing her as a tiktok star turned model and influencer; things that she never wanted to be associated with. a lot of people would kill to be in her shoes, but she'd kill to be out of them. personality. independent and self sufficient, angelina would sooner chew on broken glass than willingly say that she needed someone to help her with something. she likes to do things on her own; she always has. even from a young age, she liked to handle her problems on her own without going to her mother and her older brother. and even though she knows that it's not a bad thing to ask others for help, she can't help but feel weak whenever she has to. she's quite emotionally guarded, however she's very reactive when she feels as though she's being attacked or backed into a corner.

connections. best friend. the person that angelina is closest to. the person, besides her family, that she would trust with her life. one of the only people who ever really get to see her vulnerable side. new friend(s). ever since her rising popularity and attention, she's found herself rubbing elbows with the wealthy people she used to hate. well, not them exactly, but the idea of wealthy people. but as it turns out.. they're not too bad. buddy system. much like angel, this person is new to the spotlight and they're both trying to find their footing and not get lost in the sauce. savior. this person is already used to life in the spotlight and is a guiding light for angelina on how not to lose herself in it all. enemies. this person is everything angel hates about rich people; spoiled, entitled, and self centered. angel is judgmental and doesn't bother hiding her disdain; it's not surprise they return the same sentiment. ex-lovers / fwbs. they used to date. but their romance fizzled out. the sexual tension? that's here to stay. etc. open to anything else!

#nepofm.intro

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velvet-tea · 1 year

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Tidbit on Benjamin Tallmadge!

When visiting Williamsburg this summer, I bought a book called Washingtons Spies: The story of America's first spy ring, written by Alexander Rose. This book holds one of my favorite pieces of info about a revolutionary figure. “Tallmadge had a disconcerting habit of cocking his head like a quizzical beagle.” So today I will be telling you briefly about Benjamin Tallmadge, one of my absolute favorite revolutionaries.

Some quick info on Tallmadge before the war. He came from a large and relatively wealthy family and was well-educated. He began attending yale in 1967 and was introduced to Nathaniel hale [ i would love to make a separate post on their friendship]. Upon graduating from yale he began teaching high school in Connecticut.

Past the younger stuff, onto the military. In 1776 Tallmadge fought in the battle of long island, this battle encouraged him to enlist in the Connecticut militia. He went through a series of changes soon after, including transferring to captain in the 2nd continental dragoon regiment, and in April of 1777 getting promoted to major. In 1778 general Washington appointed Tallmadge as director of military intelligence, with the hopes of collecting secret intelligence on the British troops.

This intelligence ring as we know it today as the “Culpur ring” was a success. Using coded correspondence and implementing tools such as invisible ink, the Culpur ring was able to gather information effectively. Noted on the mount Vernon site, the Culper ring was able to successfully prevent an invasion of British troops to long island in 1780, which is considered the Culper rings largest accomplishment.

After the defeat of British troops in Yorktown, Tallmadge remained in the army until the disbanding in 1783. Some later life events include: later becoming a member of the Connecticut branch of the society of Cincinnati, Marrying Mary Floyd in 1784 and having 7 children, and serving in the U.S House of Representatives as a Federalist.

Tallmadge died on March 7th, 1835 at the age of 81.

Final two facts I wanted to include were that Nathan Hales’ death heavily effected Benjamin, and a large portion of inspiration to create the Culper ring was from his death. Lastly, Mary Floyd’s [Wife of ben] father was William Floyd, a New York representative in congress that signed the declaration of independence. (I have no reason to find that interesting but I wanted to include it)

[ Hi if you read this far! Thank you so much for the support through my hiatus, I'm hoping to post at least once or twice a month from now on. I'm thinking my newer posts will talk about a different part of history than amrev but I am not sure quite yet! Please leave comments if any info is not correct or you have any ideas for the post!]

#historian #historical #history #american history #benjamin tallmadge #turn washington's spies

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zoeyslayter · 6 months

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Remaking my RWBY OCs: Team KYNT Pt.2

Team KYNT (Kyanite) consists of Kelly Greene, Yale Taivas, Noire Deces, and Tawny Erimos. They attend Beacon Academy in their second year, one year ahead of team RWBY and JNPR.

I'm not an artist so I made the pictures here

Yale Taivas

Name meaning: Yale is a Welsh name meaning heights, upland; fertile moor, and is also associated with the University located in New Haven, Connecticut. Taivas means sky.

Semblance: Kinetics; the more she moves and object, the more damage it will do. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Weapon: Minerva; an aluminum baton that infuses with the fine dust that is held within the cylinder. The dust is held within small compartments within the thicker bottom part of the baton, and with the click of a button the compartments rotate on the inside and one type of dust will go into the middle. The thinner stop part of the baton will then resend into the bottom part and come out infused with the type of dust. In order to keep the wielder from harming themselves when using fire or lightning dust the bottom is encased in rubber. Yale also keeps multiple types of dust on her at all times.

Background: Yale was born and raised in Vale. Her parents are both scientists that haled from Mantle, but emigrated due to the harsh conditions. Yale became enthralled with the world of hunters and huntresses at an early age, being around Beacon Academy and the times that the Vytal Festival was held in Vale. She was enrolled in Signal Academy where she bettered her fighting and strategies, and is constantly on her scroll taking notes and researching others. Team KYNT depends on her as their strategist as she pays close attention to everyone's fighting style and hyperfixates until she's learned everything she can.

Personality: Yale is a brainiac, almost to the point of being a know-it-all. She loves learning new things, especially ways to better both herself and her team. This also leads to an obsessive personality that can go on for days, weeks, months, or even forever. She enjoys collecting notebooks and dedicates them to each topic she studies. Some notebooks have multiple volumes.

Additional Notes: Neurodivergent. Current obsession is more ways to use dust. Entertained the idea of attending Atlas Academy but decided not to if only because she didn't want to join the military right after graduation.

#rwby oc #rwby #rwby original character #original character #team KYNT #neurodivergent characters #Kelly Greene #Yale Taivas #Noire Deces #Tawny Erimos #Kyanite #neka.cc #vale #rwby vale #beacon academy

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biglawwoes · 2 years

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How to Choose a Law School

First, consider what you want to do. By this, I don't mean granularly, like which practice area. I mean broadly--do you want to save the world, make a lot of money, influence people? Do you want to be Harvey Specter or Annalise Keating? A judge or a politician? This will help narrow down your initial list to only those schools you should absolutely apply to. Here's how I'd break it down generally:

If you want BigLaw, you need to focus on the T-14 or top regional T-20s.

If you want Mid Law/Small Law, the world is your oyster.

If you want government, you need to figure out what type of government. A general rule of thumb is that local government is more region-sensitive while national government (particularly at the agency and court of appeals levels) are more rank-sensitive. Federal Courts of Appeals are packed with T-14 grads.

If you want PI, you need a school with a robust PI recruiting program (and probably lots of clinic/pro bono courses, externship opportunities, organizations, and programs). Rank becomes less of a concern for PI, and passion/history of participation in your particular area matters more.

If you want academia, go to Harvard or Yale. Not saying you can't get academia from any other institution, but a good amount of law professors hale from Harvard and Yale (and to a slightly lesser extent, the rest of the T-14).

If you want national politics, T-14 or bust (really, you don't even need law school). For local politics, law school is almost entirely irrelevant.

Finally, if you want non-firm work at a private company, my only advice to you is to work for the place you want to end up at before law school, get them to pay for your degree, then go to any law school you want (seriously, these jobs are so rare that most will only get them if they already have an in there).

Second, consider where you want to live. Insular markets prefer local people, and going to a law school in an insular market could give you an edge over, say, a Brooklyn Law student striving for Orange County with no ties. You want to also think about Cost of Living, Income tax percentage, as well as the industry/type of work you might be interested in.

Easy Markets: NYC. You need no ties for NYC. Seriously, just have a pulse.

More Difficult Markets: Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington D.C., Texas, and pretty much any big city with a national presence that's not NYC. These are the markets where you will need some significant tie (grew up there, went to undergrad there, spouse/children there, lived there for a good chunk of your adulthood, etc.) These markets tend to be much more litigation-heavy than NYC, but still have a great deal of transactional work.

Most Difficult Markets: Denver, Raleigh, Seattle, etc. Think anywhere either with a lack of a national presence or without any major industry either unique to the area or a notable player in an industry.

Third, how debt-averse are you? Going to a higher ranked school or a private school will likely mean higher tuition. Likewise, going out-of-state can mean higher living expenses. Also note that the stingiest schools are Harvard, Yale and NYU. HY don't give out merit scholarships. NYU is traditionally stingy.

Finally, think about fit. This is a big consideration but is honestly tough to gauge. I recommend reaching out to affinity group members at your desired destination. If you know any lawyers, ask them about their school experience. But truly, the only way you'll get a sense of the environment is to actually be a student there. Still, I can give some things to watch out for when it comes to whether a School is right for you.

And to put a cap on it:

try to avoid schools that aren't ranked

don't attend unaccredited schools

avoid schools with conditional scholarships

don't attend schools with low bar passage rates

be EXTRA careful when looking at schools in California--many or straight up fraudulent

it's an unfortunate truth, but in certain parts of the law (mostly firm work and national government work), prestige is very important--so just be prepared to run into that

diversity in student body is just as important as diversity in faculty. You DO NOT want to accidentally end up with a racist/sexist/homophobic/etc. professor

Professors are important but this is honestly too difficult to gauge without just reaching out and speaking with professors (I don't recommend this though)

think about whether you'll need a car, have to live off-campus, etc. these can affect lifestyle

talk to other people who were admitted into the same school as you. This will give you a good idea of what your cohort might look like and you don't want to be trapped with assholes (this is especially relevant for the schools with smaller class sizes)

#law school #t-14 #biglaw #hys ccn mvp dncg

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