Irl-gwenstacy - Gwen Stacy

I FOUND OUT THAT PEOPLE MAKE EDITS OF ME!!! THANK YOU TO THEM IM HAPPY TO ‘AVE DONE WELL AS A REVOLUTION FIGHTER!!! (I’m quite…how you say….oh flustered at some of the edits I’ve been shown online)

Welcome to the United States of America where if you want to be safe from guns you die if you want to get a safe abortion you die if you're gay you die if you're black you die if you're a woman you die if you're disabled you die if you're a kid you die if you're a POC you die if you're trans you die and no one will do anything about it because some stupid cuntrags that are two steps away from tripping on a staircase and dying cling to some dipshit beliefs from over 6 decades ago and decide to make it everyone's problem

Why do all these anons keep messing with my friend ‘amilton>:( *accent comes out strong*

Je sais ma chère mais je suis là pour rester et je ne partirai pas de sitôt<3

Merci, tu m'as tellement manqué que je suis content que tu sois de retour.

I do too:(

i am NOT excited to start school again tomorrow

BRB gonna cry now

I am having. thoughts. about these again

lover's eye jewellery........

just...... historical lams (we will ignore that lams was slightly too early to have this because I do what I want) getting lover's eye jewellery done. maybe as a necklace. more likely as a brooch, pinned to the inside of their coats maybe, where no one can see but where it is still close to their hearts.

looking at their beloved's eye during long, painful, (many) times of separation. Alexander crying over his when he finds out John was taken prisoner.

John keeping it tucked close, always. taking it out to look at it once Alexander is married, thinking that he probably got rid of his now (he didn't), because what would he need it for? what would he want it for?

oh, but John won't throw his away.

at least he keeps his eyes in his life, right?

I’m sick….*sorta happy*

Of course you would min ami *playful sigh*

George: Son-

Alex: I’m notcha son

George: alright then *turns to Lafayette* son?

Lafayette, holding the adoption papers: Oui, papa!

😨…

Colonel Laurens! What do you think about turtles?

Not much

Oh…*slight worry*

I’m sick….*sorta happy*