Tumgik
#jemmy madison
thathamiltonadict · 1 year
Text
quotes from my friends as hamiltion charaters
Hamilton: sometimes i just wanna go feral and run around your house
Jefferson: i couldnt watch ratatouille i was too scared
Burr: I feel like im the punching bag of this group
Hamilton: Yes, you are fuckface
Eliza: You look nice in that photo
Hamilton: thank you, its facetune
Madison: I lowkey hate people and the freak me out
Laurens (ten duel commandments): AM I GONNA GO TO JAIL IM SCARED, actually i dont care i'll be fine
Burr (killing hamilton): yk what i might do it actually, im going to hell anyway
92 notes · View notes
livelaughlovelams · 19 days
Text
Why waste your time? JOIN A RANDOM AMREV DISCORD. YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED. THIS IS OUR JAMES MADISON THREAD. ( I said nothing mom teehee)
Tumblr media
9 notes · View notes
Note
*The evil anon pulls James to a alley and knocked him in the head with a metal pipe, and then they drag him away*
(AHAHA SHIT-)
*James falls to the ground, everything went blurry as the blood dropped from his head, he passed out real quick*
19 notes · View notes
dustzvacuumcleaner · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
Okay well so the democratic republican trio in a very weird status
I have no idea what have I done and ​I’m not explaining this, so just take whatever you’d like to see here
Still sorry not sorry
83 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
James Madison = Short emo
10 notes · View notes
Text
The "Jemmy" tag is a mix of Outlander, NCIS, and... *checks notes* James Madison?
7 notes · View notes
Note
*Casually gives Thomas a huge bunny plushie in a plush sized version of James’s outfit*
-Jefferson gasps loudly and hugs the bunny plushie,Tearing up, Jefferson is now silently crying while hugging the plushie real tightly-
1 note · View note
clove-pinks · 3 months
Text
When I learned that there was an 1814 caricature by William Heath called "Boney and Maddy Go to Pot," I immediately thought that it would somehow be making fun of the diminutive statures of two major figures in the 1810s rogues gallery. (Yes, yes, I KNOW that Napoleon was average height for his time—but there is definitely a tradition of depicting him as tiny, and James Madison was a genuine shrimp.)
Tumblr media
Points for vulgarity, I guess! They are both on chamber pot commodes. The dialogue is as follows:
NAPOLEON (holding paper labeled 'Orders for an Imeadiet march to Elba'): "You See its all dicky with me. They have sent me to Pot."
MADISON (holding paper inscribed 'March to the Tomahawks'): "And soon I fear it will be all dicky with me. they will send me to pot too, see what a fine kettle of fish we have made of it, this comes of my believing you and Takeing your Bribes."
According to the Dictionary of the Vulgar Tongue, 1811 edition, "It's all Dicky with him; i.e. it's all over with him."
Was the artist unaware that James Madison was only 5'4" and shorter than Napoleon? This fact was not lost on Sir George Cockburn, who never missed an opportunity to call him "Little Jemmy."
26 notes · View notes
lams-is-canon · 1 month
Text
☆Hamilton headcanoms cuz I'm bored! ☆
MARIA (couldn't think of nickname): bisexual/female
BETSEY (Eliza): Bisexual/female
'GELICA (Angelica): asexual/female
LEXI (Alexander): bisexual/male
LAFFY TAFFY (Marie Joseph Paul Yves roch Gilbert du matter de Lafayette, the marquis De Laffayette): pan/male
HERC (Hercules): gay/male
Jeffershit (Thomas): pansexual/male
Jemmy (James Madison): gay/male
Washingdad (Washington): straight/male
King Georgie (king George): Aroace/male
☆ AND PEGGY (Margarita "Peggy" Schuyler): Bisexual/demi-girl ☆
8 notes · View notes
bellamer · 3 months
Text
Having a war flashback of when I was in the Hamilton fandom when I was a freshman in high school and read a fanfic where fucking the characters were pre schoolers for some odd reason and the subject was Thomas Jefferson playing rough with a doll or some shit and James Madison trying to get him to play nicer and Thomas was like “It’s just a doll Jemmy don’t worry about it !”
And can you guess what the dolls name was ?
Sally.
As in Sally Hemmings. This fanfic basically was like “Oh wow what if Sally the woman Thomas Jefferson brutally assaulted was a doll he just played a little rough with and they were cute little kids in kindergarten?”
Nigga what the fuck would posses you to write that ?!
11 notes · View notes
Note
really resonating with that one anon you got that was pondering the jeffmads friendship cause like......... why was Jefferson constantly begging jemmy to go live with him.......................... he gave him (and his wife whatever) a room in Monticello...... everyone called it "Mr Madison's room".. THE Madison that wrote piss poetry about boys..... AFTER LIVING IN FRANCE DURING THE ANCIENT REGIME FOR 5 YEARS oooh boy
First person to have the most obscure historical OTP wins
4 notes · View notes
pub-lius · 2 years
Text
my thoughts while watching a more perfect union bc i got tired of john adams’ tomfoolery
AAAA I LOVE THIS MOVIE
look at james’ slutty, slutty wrist showing smh 😒 fr tho mf cant even open his own suitcase 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨put that harloty wrist to use, jemmy
“god bless you mr. jefferson” bro dont get your hopes up, that book in your hand is about weasels fucking. besides, god abandoned him a long time ago
THE MUSIC AAAAAAA this movie gives me so much serotonin i cannot express
i almost threw up eating a jalapeño
tag yourself im james watching a bunch of guys fight over taxes awkwardly
“what about avaricious southerns?!” YEAH WHAT ABOUT THEM. HELP ME JAMES THEYRE TAKING MY RIGHTS
virginians are waaay too patriotic
EW JOHN ADAMS IS BACK NO I LEFT HIM FOR A REASON
cui bono :)
OOO MR FOREIGN MINISTER JUST READ HIM TO FILTH OOOO GET HIM GET HIM
omg we get it, washington is sexy, get over it. he’s too busy being sexy at mount vernon, leave him alone
HEY TOMMY i forgot that they have a good portrayal of jefferson in this, almost as good as the john adams series, they just need the accent and then boom
“well i have faith in madison” yeah you have something else in madison too 🤨🫡🥱😴🤢🥴 IM SORRY DJSBWJWBW
washington: dying ffs madison: come with me to the anime con🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 ALSO FUCKING- washington: i cant come to the convention, im fucking dying madison:… guess what guys? washington is coming to the convention!!!!! wooo!!!!!!!!
MRS HOUUUUSSEEEE SLAY SLAY SLAY SLAY QUEEN PUSSY BOSS WORK BITCH BOOTS THE HOUSE DOWN
“well if the gazette says it it should be true” ok mr newspaper wars 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨
oh to be a 1780s congressman falling asleep in a bed and breakfast surrounded by books on government 😍😍😍😍😍😌😌😌🥰🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😘😘😘🥰😌😌😌😌😌
james: *hears canonfire* also james: slowly puts his coat on and walks outside like a 90 year old
oh wow it’s washington who could have saw that coming
WASHINGTONS SLUTTY SLUTTY STOCKINGS
ew get franklin out of here, he shouldn’t be allowed here during pride month. he talks like a fucking robot.
“or worse! i would be discredited as a philosopher!” i want to pick up horseshit off the street and shove it in your mouth and kick you in a ditch (respectfully)
james and his little cup government 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
p-pardon me gentlemen… i do not mean to be tedious 🥺👉👈
EW EDMUND RANDOLPH 🤢🤢🤢
HAMMY HAMMY HAMMY HAMMY LOOK AT THAT LITTLE TWINK
“i know the general well 💁‍♀️ and believe me 🥴 no man could be kinder 😒but being in his presence 🥱 is rather like being with your father 😰 your creditor 🫃 and your maker 🧚‍♂️ all rolled into one 🥵”
i sincerely apologize for my actions on the internet
my dear general 😁 how happy i am to see you are so well 😍…*dies*
might i have the executive branch back 🥺
james summarizing the entire constitutional convention before it starts :/
new government? NEW GOVERNMENT???? BLAH BLAH BLAH shut. the fuck. up.
“i signed a paper here that got us in a lot of trouble not so long ago” not you mf 🤨
“you’re late” “history shall be the judge of that” my new excuse
tag yourself im washington forgetting whos who
OMG DICKINSON MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW WELCOME BACK SCRUNKLY
oh god morris, you party pooper
im fucking sobbing theyre all dumb
i do admire how madison like. relearned how democracy works. like reading his notes is wack as hell. and his federalist papers, those slayed so hard. he really went there
AND THEN EVERYONE CLAPPED. god james is so main character 🥺
the president: new york- hamilton: THROWS A FUCKING TANTRUM
take a shot every time new york is divided
“virginia, pennsylvania, massachusetts- all large states—“ LARGE STATES?????? LARGE STATES?????????? MASSACHUSETTS???? whatever bye
take a shot every time dickinson postpones something ffs
im leaving this here bc it gets kinda boring after this but you should all watch it, its on youtube for free and amazing and makes me cry ok bye ily
38 notes · View notes
Note
give me your thoughts on jamilton
*James turns his neck and glares* “We.do.NOT.bring.this.into.THIS.Household.”
(And irl? I honestly don’t mind it)
7 notes · View notes
dustzvacuumcleaner · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
I doodled too many of u James and this is an incomplete collection awwwwwww
73 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
5 notes · View notes
cyanspica · 2 years
Text
snippets i probably will not elaborate on
since @littletentofblue asked what Jemmy is up to :)
———-
This never would have happened to Alexander.
And because he knows this, he also knows that it is his fault. But that is the thing about growing comfortable with having other people care for you. You forget how to take care of yourself, and the abyss they leave with their absence only becomes clear when you take a fall.
It takes two months.
They come from behind while James is filling his bottle, and he only hears them when a hammer clicks against his medulla.
—————
His illness—whatever it might be—comes on slow but insistent. He feels the fatigue first, but pushes it aside: it is normal, under these conditions, to feel exhausted with every waking moment. But then that worsens, until it pains him to drag himself out of bed every morning. Then he begins to shed weight—pounds he doesn’t have to spare on a frame that was already birdlike, child thin.
He isn’t hungry, his stomach aches in debilitating cramps, and he grows too nauseated to keep half the scraps he’s offered down. Moving grows harder, then takes a herculean effort. His clothes hang looser and looser off his frame, but there is nothing smaller.
He starts to black out in the fields, growing dizzy and ill until a blink takes him away. He doesn’t remember falling, only whispers right before he wakes up, disoriented and even more exhausted.
He stares at the sky and wonders if it’s even worth getting up again. A crow lands by his face during one of these episodes, and he looks at it and laughs, weak and wheezing through his scarf. It was yellow, once, and now it is brown, dirt and blood mixed together.
The others try. Some, at least. He will give them credit and hopes their guilt will be absolved. They give him a piece of their portion—but as he gets sicker, he begins to refuse and gives his own ration away instead.
How mundane to die from his own immune system after all this time. How goddamn helpless. How much he wishes Thomas were here, like the last time he was in a bed he thought he’d die in.
Alone, his hands are so cold.
—————
The gunners catch him unconscious facedown in the dirt, eventually. Take one look at him and give him a choice, not bothering with the doctor.
Alexander speaks through him when he asks for the Pit instead of the simple choice, the clean and painless and certain death. Perhaps he does it because he just believes he deserves to suffer. He doesn’t believe in a god anymore. But if there is one, He is not merciful.
Perhaps in this way, he can curry some favor if he is wrong after all. Wander on a higher level of hell.
He remembers them idols of his youth and incense hanging in the air, shadows cloaked in black with choking white collars. Harbingers of misery: perhaps he should have been one. Or maybe he already has been?
Maybe he’ll find mercy in death. Maybe he’ll find the forgiveness he’s so fruitlessly fighting for. He falls asleep on his bed and dreams of sterile hospital rooms with purple flowers on the bedside.
—————
Madison finds his own brand of religion in the red clay. It comes in the form of Alexander’s hands possessing his own, wielding him like the sword of the archangel Michael. He slashes down bodies with the remnants of a broken bottle like some blessed heavenly body instead of the forsaken thing he is, so far from the good graces of the ones he cherishes. He’s fallen.
And he falls again, down in the red mud made redder, and he can’t hear a damn thing except threads of chaotic melodies from the pipes of an organ.
Forgive me, he thinks, not to god, but to the notes as he fades into a more complete darkness. For I have sinned.
—————
Teeth near his cheek and hands around a neck whose skin sloughs off in his fingers—
His twisted ankle aches, betrayed—
When he gets up—he will get up, always, no matter how far he’s fallen—and he snarls, feral and furious, and—
His fingers in another’s hair, teeth gnashing by their face, and remorseless he pushes forward—
—————
Where else can he find absolution?
—————
Albendazole.
(He makes for good entertainment.)
17 notes · View notes