#Yes I know Laurens was an abolitionist but go along with it for the bit

[kayooreh]

A collaboration with the amazing @zombiekitty33

[dontshootmespence]

Never-Ending Obsession

A/N: This is a request from @zoemonster200​ for one where Spencer and the reader are dating and live together. She is OBSESSED with Hamilton. When Spencer has to leave for a case, he goes back home to grab anything he needs and when he walks in, he sees the reader dancing and singing a Hamilton song. @coveofmemories

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Would you ever get sick of it? Probably not. Lin-Manuel Miranda was a lyrical god and you were pretty sure you could listen to the music day in and day out for the next five years and still not get sick of the Hamilton soundtrack. As an elementary school teacher at a local school, you had off for the next week for “Spring Break,” so as soon as Spencer went to work, you got up, turned on your iPod and jammed out to the soundtrack while you did some housework. 

With the beat pumping through your head, you finished cleaning the dishes, throwing in laundry and making the bed with ease. Although it did take a bit longer than normal because you were dancing like a fool the majority of the time. if you could only see yourself right now, wearing a tank top and pajama shorts, braless, swinging your head this way and that, your hair a complete mess, and dancing like the most uncoordinated human being in the world. You were completely and totally free - and it was awesome.

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“Alright,” Hotch said, picking up his files and standing up from the conference room table. “Wheels up in three hours.”

After the last case, Spencer had brought his go-bag home so he could change out his clothes and wash out the ones in his bag, and he still hadn’t packed a new bag, so thankfully he had three hours to go back to the apartment and grab some clothes for the next city. Morgan lived right nearby, so they both hopped in Morgan’s car and made their way back to Morgan’s place first. 

Nearly 20 minutes later, they were already in and out of Morgan’s apartment and heading to Spencer’s place. As they walked up the staircase, Morgan swore he could hear something. “Is that music coming from your apartment?” he asked.

Spencer laughed, knowing exactly what was happening and what song she happened to be listening to at the moment. “Yea, that’s My Shot from the Hamilton soundtrack. Y/N is obsessed and she has off this week because of the school’s spring break, so she’s probably dancing around the apartment and singing.” Before they got upstairs, he pulled out his phone and texted Y/N, letting her know that both he and Morgan were going to be coming into the apartment, so if she wasn’t decent, she needed to be.

By the time Spencer unlocked the door, Y/N was already back outside, clad in pajamas and a bra, which is what he imagined she had to go and put on. She preferred going braless any chance she got. “How are you doing?” he asked with a smile as she started to rap for him. 

But we’ll never be truly free Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in On a stallion with the first black battalion

“Spence, one of these days you have to listen to the whole soundtrack with me. Hamilton’s lit. You’ve only heard the first few songs,” she said, shuffling her feet back and forth across the kitchen floor. 

“Lit?” he asked confused. “What’s lit?” She and Morgan laughed as he looked between them for some clarification.

She ran up to kiss him before returning to her dance. “You’re cute. It just means fucking awesome, or drunk, but in this case it just means awesome.”

Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot... What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

“Oh, I have heard this,” Morgan said, a look of recognition flashing across his face as he started to rap along with the lyrics. “Reid, if you haven’t heard the whole soundtrack you definitely need to sit down and listen to it one day. Plus, Y/N’s got rhythm.”

As she reached into the refrigerator, she laughed, waving her butt back and forth. “I only have rhythm when it comes to my outstanding rapping, when it comes to dancing, I default to the sprinkler, and the lawnmower, and the shopping cart,” she said, watching as Spencer’s face turned once again from laughter to confusion. 

While the song continued, you demonstrated for Spencer, the myriad of crap dances you had in your arsenal. You were only a good dancer if you had someone instructing you. If left to your own devices, you sucked. “You gonna listen to this all day again?” Spencer asked, as he walked to their bedroom to pack some clothes. 

“Probably!” she shouted back. While Spencer was in their room, she told Morgan all about the slow-roasted pork, rice and beans she was planning on making for dinner tonight. After less than 10 minutes, Spencer returned from packing to Y/N rapping in his face.

Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up Tell your sister that she's gotta rise up

“You need help,” he laughed, taking her mouth in his for a kiss before he left.

She continued laughing and dancing as she said goodbye. “Yes, I do, babe,” she said, “But you love me. Hurry back, okay? I want to spend some time together before I have to go back to work.”

“I’ll do my best,” he replied, watching as she did what he came to learn was the lawnmower. “Can you save me some of whatever it is that you’re cooking right now, because it smells amazing.”

“Only if you promise to listen to the entire soundtrack with me when you get back,” she responded. “I’ll even make lasagna when you come home too.”

“I will absolutely take that deal,” he said as he opened the door. “See you soon, crazy lady. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Spence.”

As soon as Spencer and Morgan left the apartment, they heard Y/N pump up the volume again. Just before they pulled away from the apartment to head back to the BAU, Spencer laughed at the text Y/N had sent him.

I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody? See, I never thought I’d live past twenty Where I come from some get half as many Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty

She was absolutely, positively, unquestionably obsessed.

[scenarios-on-ice]

Photoshop the Oreo Cookie’s face onto Seung Gil’s body and try to spot the difference, maybe?

Like, I have to reread the recent chapters because I was so hyped that some bits of dialogue went right over my head, but I recall a flashback where Urie was told by the doctor that his RC level was already way over what a Quinx should have and that he was practically a ghoul already (the doctor even offered him a sandwich to test it and Urie couldn’t eat it).

So now that he’s framed out…I wonder…

SOMEDAY IT WILL HAPPEN

I’m in the cabinet, I am complicit in watching him grabbing at power and kissin’ it If Washing isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, Here is the difference- This kid is out! OH! This immigrant isn’t somebody we chose! OH! This immigrant’s keeping us all on our toes! OH! Let’s show these federalists who they’re up against-

(Hamilton version of the ‘most unsatisfying video’ thing lol I cut it off just before the best part of the song)

I think one of the saddest things is that once somebody does something horrible, their descendants will always end up suffering for it.

Well, I don’t know if Trump complained about the actual Alexander Hamilton at some point (if he did he needs to seriously think: Has he ever written 51 essays in the span of six months?) but he certainly did whine on twitter about the musical.

Long story short, Mike Pence went to see Hamilton at some point (not with the original cast) and got booed. During the curtain call, Burr’s actor addressed Pence-

“Vice President-elect Pence, we welcome you and we truly thank you for joining us here at 'Hamilton: An American Musical’. We really do.

We, sir, we are the diverse America who are alarmed and anxious that your new administration will not protect us, our planet, our children, our parents, or defend us and uphold or inalienable rights, sir. But we truly hope this show has inspired you to uphold our American values and work on behalf of all of us. All of us.”

I mean, I think this is a pretty polite way to talk about things. Burr’s actor even requested that the audience stop booing Pence. Plus, the theater always has and always will be a political place, especially when it’s a musical like Hamilton.

But apparently Trump’s maturity level couldn’t handle it and he made this tweet:

“Our wonderful future V.P Mike Pence was harrassed last night at the theater by the cast of Hamilton, cameras blazing. This should not happen!”

 also

“The theater must always be a safe and special place. The cast of Hamilton was very rude last night to a very good man, Mike Pence. Apologize!”

and because he just couldn’t let it go

“The cast and producers of Hamilton, which I hear is highly overrated, should immediately apologize to Mike Pence for their terrible behavior.”

('Highly overrated’ bitch please)

Even more ridiculous considering the fact that Pence himself didn’t seem to mind at all and didn’t diss Hamilton for what was said.

Let me come along and ruin the fluffiness:

'What the heck I gotta do’ is from 21 Chump Street, a 15-minute musical by Lin Manuel Miranda. It centers around a boy named Justin, who falls for a new girl in school named Naomi. However, what Justin doesn’t know is that Naomi is actually an undercover police officer trying to find out which students are dealing drugs.

She ends up arresting Justin.

There is none. 

Yes, that happened! I was still reading the manga at that point ^^;; I am worried about my favourite Oreo Cookie ;-;  Well, a full ghoul Urie wouldn’t be too bad either ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

WE SHALL KEEP RAPPING UNTIL WE SUCCEED! 

Burr, check what we got Mister Lafayette, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot Laurens, I like you a lot Let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot... What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Yes, that’s the worst part of the war. The ones who support it are usually old people with a few years left.

I mean the play hahah  But holy crap. That’s just... Trump really does like shitting on things without reason. What Burr’s actor said was completely in place and true. And, as you said, he asked people to stopped Booing him, so why the hell is Trump so mad?  That guy needs a chill pill really badly.  ‘Highly overrated’... SHOW ME WHERE THE AMMUNITION IS! And that ‘apologise!’. It sounds like something my 7 year old cousin would say to me.  Trump seems to like fighting fights that aren’t his. 

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Does that mean Justin was taking drugs? Holy crap, LMM like ruining the fluffiness.

By the way, a question popped into my head the other day: If there was a genderblind Hamilton casting near you, and you had the talent to get any position you want (without fail), which one would you choose? I’d probably go for either Angelica or Eliza. Maybe Washington.