#aaron burr sit

[soyhasmcaamp]

Get off of the table you fruit salad.

[desmon1995]

Hamilton, Weaponized Wokeness, and the Internet’s Compulsive Guilt Complex

So we need to talk about Hamilton. If you’re part of a certain demographic that grew up with it in the mid-2010s, you probably remember the near-religious zeal that surrounded this musical. People were quoting it like gospel, crying over the mixtape, and breaking their banks to see it live. But now? Now, a lot of those same fans are backtracking, performing intellectual gymnastics to disown their past love. Why? Because Hamilton doesn’t check every box on today’s “woke” checklist. It’s revisionism, pure and simple, and it’s more a reflection on the critics than on Hamilton itself.

For starters, let’s talk about what Hamilton was at the time. This wasn’t just another musical; it was a cultural moment. Especially for Black and brown theater performers and fans, Hamilton was revolutionary. It put actors of color in roles traditionally whitewashed, blended contemporary music with Broadway, and reached audiences who’d never felt welcome in that space. In the sanitized world of theater, Hamilton was a bombshell, offering a fresh take that made young performers feel seen. It wasn’t perfect, but it was monumental.

The critiques I keep seeing—from both former fans and the politically progressive crowd—paint Hamilton as a whitewashed version of America’s founding, a sanitized theme-park history. But here’s the thing: Hamilton was never supposed to be a gritty historical documentary. It’s a musical about Alexander Hamilton’s ambition, his missteps, and his place in the American story—a story that is flawed, contradictory, and unfinished. Hamilton doesn’t hold up a perfect picture of America; it holds up a mirror to its messiness. And dismissing it for not being an all-encompassing critique of early America is missing the point.

Take Aaron Burr, Hamilton’s cautious, centrist foil. The musical presents Burr as someone who opts for safety over risk, and ultimately, inaction over bold moves. Burr’s passivity and Hamilton’s relentless drive serve as metaphors for the choices America has made: to act or to sit back, to strive for legacy or avoid the cost. Together, they reflect the push and pull of American ambition and apathy, neither of which are “good” or “bad.” They just are, and that’s complex. Erasing this because it’s not “woke” enough ignores the nuance Hamilton brings.

Another point these revisionist critics cling to is that Hamilton sanitizes its lead, making him into a hero. And yes, the real-life Hamilton was self-interested, married into a slave-owning family, and was often ruthless. But the musical doesn’t ignore this. It shows him as dogmatic, driven by his own ambition, and flawed beyond repair. He is, in many ways, a textbook example of the contradictions in America itself: deeply flawed, trying to belong, and ultimately, paying the price for his ego. This isn’t glorification; it’s tragedy.

Then there’s the critique that Hamilton is just “Obama-era liberalism” packaged with catchy tunes—a symbol of the old days of hope and “yes we can” that’s cringe-worthy in today’s climate. Fine. Hamilton does reflect that era of hope in America, where progress seemed possible. But slapping that label on it and moving on misses why it resonated then and why it endures. Hamilton cracked open the gates for diverse representation on Broadway, sparking conversations and productions that are still unfolding. Sure, it’s not as radical as we might want now, but that doesn’t erase its impact.

Let’s not forget that Hamilton was a product of its time and place—and one that challenged Broadway norms. Calling it “whitewashing” ignores the fact that it was a groundbreaking show for many Black and brown artists and fans. It was never intended to be the ultimate word on representation, and that’s something Lin-Manuel Miranda and the cast have made clear. The show was about opening doors, not being the final answer.

Yes, Hamilton deserves critique. It’s not above analysis or even condemnation. But this revisionist guilt trip, where we erase its impact or reframe it to absolve ourselves of loving it, is shallow. Critique Hamilton all you want—but let’s not pretend it wasn’t a moment, or that its flaws erase the doors it opened and the conversations it started. History, just like art, is complicated, and this need to revise or sanitize what we once embraced doesn’t make us more progressive; it just makes us short-sighted.

Here’s the thing: We can’t just rewrite our own histories because it’s uncomfortable to confront who we once were. Hamilton isn’t perfect, and neither is America, but both invite us to grapple with contradictions and reckon with legacy. Loving something flawed doesn't make us naïve—it makes us human. Instead of erasing the impact Hamilton had, maybe we need to remember what it meant, even in its messiness.

Because at the end of the day, our cultural milestones, like Hamilton, are pieces of our journey, for better or worse. Revisiting them with fresh eyes is part of growth, but denying their impact? That’s erasing our own stories. We can move forward without tearing down the things that got us here. After all, the story of America—of progress, failure, and trying again—is still being written. And like Hamilton himself, maybe the question isn’t whether it’s perfect but whether it’s brave enough to take its shot.

[christmassavestheyear]

holy to me

a hamburr au by @fandomestloser for @ficwip / @ficwip5k

“I want to go back.” “To the church?” Alex stops, his hands stopping, but not pulling away. “Why? What for?” “I think it would be nice.” Aaron says lamely. “It’s important to me, like. As a place. It was a big part of my childhood.” Alex seems dubious, giving slow quiet breaths that Aaron can feel on his skin. It worries him, actually, because Alexander has never been one known for quiet.

Nearly nine years since he last saw his father, Aaron Burr is facing questions about his past. Getting engaged to his boyfriend, succeeding in his career, and the only aspect of his life that still isn’t sitting right is his religion. He thought he had needed to let the church go all those years ago; but maybe it was never what he’d wanted.

Or the one where the Lord can be sacred, but so can our love.

Teen & Up | Religion AU | Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton | 2.9k

[jin-jamm-desu]

On the HC of Transmasc Geto Suguru

Always the Aaron Burr to Gojo's Hamilton.

I am, in fact, basing this on Hamilton the Musical (2016, Lin Manuel). Leave me alone

Aaron Burr was always a step or two behind Hamilton.

He was always given the short stick in life and made to follow in Hamilton's shadow until he killed him in a duel.

I say Geto is to Burr as Gojo is to Hamilton because, being the greatest at what they did, Hamilton/Gojo was always the mountain in the middle of the while Burr/Geto were trying to make their way to success.

Even if he was just a tool to the higher ups and not the human he wanted to be seen as, Gojo was always the strongest.

Always more of a man than Suguru.

He would never compare to someone like Gojo and it was shoved down his throat as shame, just like the way he needed to swallow curses in order to balance the world.

While Gojo was put on a pedestal he was put down for being number two (#2).

Was always made to feel less than a man by the conservative higher ups.

The higher ups hand out execution orders like candy, Geto probably would have been executed if he was never enrolled into Jujutsu High.

That being said, it's like singing to the choir when stating the fact that the higher ups of Jujutsu Society are conservative assholes who will always find way to break and use tools to their advantage; all in the name of protecting humanity and killing curses.

These feelings, added onto his predicament of balancing out the world because of Gojo's birth* (his technique being able to swallow curses) made him hate non-sorcerers even more.

*iirc, it was said that Gojo's birth, him being the pinnacle of (modern) jujutsu power and society, his birth created something like a boom in the number of curses tat existed. So Geto was born the mitigate the effect, swallowing them whole.

The negative energy from the cursee mixed with all of the other negative feelings Geto had already been dealing with.

So after letting them sit and fester, these feelings exploded into ideas that would be the turning point of Geto's character. They were absolutely multiplied after the death of Riki Amani, the Star Plasma Vessel.

Did I cook or is the food rancid?

Beat me over the head with you take and I'll kiss you

Please give me your thoughts

[abortionado]

Since we're all adults now I'm going to be honest and share that I think some of the Aaron Burr songs from Hamilton were actually not that terrible. Or even kind of good. It makes me sick to admit this but I can't sit on this anymore. Wait For It I think objectively was a good song

[leaderofthemafia]

After the war I went back to New York

A-After the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Burr worked next door

Even though we started at the very same time Alexander Hamilton began to climb How to account for his rise to the top? Man, the man is Non-stop!

Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me Are you aware that we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation The liberty behind deliberation Non-stop!

I am meant to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt With my assistant counsel—

Co-counsel. Hamilton, sit down Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness That's all you had to say

Okay, one more thing—

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Aww!

Why do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time Every day you fight like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime Non-stop!

Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony And nowhere is it stronger than in Albany This colony's economy's increasingly stalling And honestly, that's why (He's just) Public service seems to be (non-stop!) calling me

I practiced the law, practic'ly perfected it I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it Now for a strong central democracy If not, then I'll be Socrates Throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities (Awww!)

Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention

I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!

There as a New York junior delegate

Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate... (Awww!)

Goes and proposes his own form of government What?

His own plan for a new form of government What?

Talks for six hours, the convention is listless

Bright young man! Yo, who the eff is this?

Why do you always say what you believe? Why do you always say what you believe?

Every proclamation guarantees Free ammunition for your enemies (Awww!)

Why do you write like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Write day and night like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Every day you fight like it's going out of style Do you what you do

Alexander?

Aaron Burr, sir

Well, it's the middle of the night

Can we confer, sir?

Is this a legal matter?

Yes, and it's important to me

What do you need?

Burr, you're a better lawyer than me

Okay?

I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive You're incredible in court, you're succinct, persuasive My client needs a strong defence, you're the solution

Who's your client?

The new U.S. Constitution?

No

Hear me out—

No way!

A series of essays anonymously published Defending the document to the public

No one'll read it

I disagree!

And if it fails?

Burr, that's why we need it

The constitution's a mess!

So it needs amendments

It's full of contradictions!

So is independence We have to start somewhere

No, no, no, no, no, no way

You're making a mistake

Good night!

Hey! What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?

What?

We won the war, what was it all for? Do you support this constitution?

Of course

Then defend it!

And what if you're backing the wrong horse?

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed For the notion of a nation we now get to build For once in your life take a stand with pride I don't understand how you stand to the side

I don't keep all my plans close to my chest

Wait for it, wait for it, wait

I won't wait here and see which

Way the wind will blow I'm taking my time watching the afterbirth of a nation Watching the tension grow

I am sailing off to London I am accompanied by someone who always pays I have found a wealthy husband Who will keep me in comfort for all my days He is not a lot of fun but There's no one who can match you for turn of phrase My Alexander—

Angelica

Don't forget to write

Look at where you are Look at where you started The fact that you're alive is a miracle Just stay alive, that would be enough And if your wife could share a fraction of your time If I could grant you peace of mind Would that be enough?

Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay to write a series of essays Defending the new United States Constitution, entitled The Federalist Papers The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays The work divided evenly among the three men In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays in the span of six months John Jay got sick after writing five James Madison wrote twenty-nine Hamilton wrote the other FIFTY-ONE!

How do you write like you're

Running out time Write day and night like you're

Running out time

Every day you fight like you're

Running out time

Like you're

Running out time

Are you running out time?

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you're alive Every second you're alive Every second you're alive

They're asking me to lead I'm doing the best I can To get the people that I need I'm asking you to be my right hand man

Treasury or State?

I know it's a lot to ask—

Treasury or State?

To leave behind the world you know—

Sir, do you want me to run the Treasury or State Department?

Treasury

Let's go

Alexander!

I have to leave

Alexander!

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now

Helpless

They are asking me to lead

Look around, isn't this enough?

He will never be satisfied

Would it be enough?

He will never be satisfied

Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?

Look around, look around

Non-stop!

He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Isn't this enough? Would it be enough?

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Non-stop!

Why do you write like—

History has it's eyes on you!

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am Alexander Hamilton

Hamilton Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

Uhm? Is everything ok?

[crazy-shits-post]

This was so much fun to write lmao. Tagging @icarusbetide and @fortheloveofgodletmein for the idea lmao. I had to get into my miserable HS experience so far to make this extra special lol

Alexander Hamilton was an immigrant who moved to America three years ago. He lives with Lafayette and Mulligan because apparently it's okay for two teenage boyfriends to live together and have another teenager live with them. He goes to American Revolution High.

"Mon ami." Lafayette said as they walked into their JROTC class. "Are you excited?"

"Yes." Alexander flipped his brown hair with his baby hands. He was 3'2 and probably four pounds soaking wet. Meanwhile, everyone else was seven feet tall and weighed as much as fucking buildings.

They walked in the class that was buzzing with excitement because nobody sleeps in jrotc. They sat down before Thomas Jefferson and James Madison threw paper at him. Those two were the bullies of the class and nobody liked them, but they stayed in the class for some reason.

"Alright, cadets!" Their teachers, George Washington, shouted as he walked around the room. "We have two new cadets. I'm sure all of you will be kind and treat them with the utmost regard."

Two tall students walked in. Immediately, Alexander and Lafayette acted bisexual. The one with the long golden curls, green eyes, and freckles was called John Laurens. The other one was brown-eyed, curly-haired, and stupidly muscular.

"Look, cadet Hamilton is blushing."

Alex played with his hair as birds flew around his head. "S-shut up Jefferson..."

"Why don't you sit next to my son?" Washington ordered as he pointed to Alex. "Mulligan, you sit next to Lafayette."

"Not your son."

Immediately, they hit it off and yap throughout the class because why not.

------

Alexander and John were making out in the back of Mulligan's car, where he was kissing Lafayette. This was all after John told them how abusive his dad is and they all decided they needed a gay makeout session to relax. But they all made a grave mistake: they were making out in uniform. Hiding in the bushes, Jeffershit got a picture.

"Wait until the program hears about this!" He shoved the phone in Aaron Burr's face, who magically became best friends with him and Madison in like two days.

He grabbed the picture. "This is great! With this, all those little shits will be thrown out. I'll be promoted!" He grabbed Madison's small shoulders. "We all will!"

"Let's him know what we know."

-----

When Hamilton walked into homeroom, someone pulled him aside into the unused staircase. There were they all there, his three bullies since Freshman year looking like they won the jackpot.

"We know your secret." They showed him your picture. His heart fell to his stomach. "Give us one reason why we shouldn't pass this to every single cadet in the program."

"Because..." sweat got on the floor. "It isn't true."

"What to do mean, Alexander?" Burr grinned. "We caught you lacking."

"I kissed another girl." Their eyes popped out their heads. "And I have proof!"

"Um-" Madison coughed up blood mid sentence like a little Victorian child, looking sadly into his handkerchief. "-no, there's no nee-"

Alexander showed them all a picture of him kissing Maria Reynolds, the hottest and sluttiest cadet in the program's history. "I kissed her with our covers on!"

"Um, bra listen," Jefferson said, smoothing out his magnesia uniform. "We won't tell anyone."

"You don't have to, I'll tell everyone before you tell them!" And just like that, he ran away like an anime girl, wind blowing his ponytail.

He ran into the bathroom and locked himself in the biggest stall. He pulled at his hair as the thunderstorm started. He began to hyperventilate.

"Mon ami?" Lafayette appeared because he always knows where Alexander is. "It's time for class, bonjour."

He got up and quickly walked to class. He saw the three mean cadets and broke down by the door.

"Son!" Washington cried as him and all of his friends rushed to him before he passed out.

-----

He woke up a day later in the hospital. John cried as he kissed his face. Washington walked up to him, wiping his big ass tears.

"Don't worry, son. I kicked out the three of them because they started to have sex together in front of the class after you passed out."

He hugged him like a sick little child and whispered, "Thank you, dad..."

Everyone exploded the end.

[makeitp1nk]

Blow us all away

Part 3 of the Hamilton Musical x Drarry fic that no one asked for!

Part 2 here and Part 1 there

Draco’s hands shook and bile rose in his throat. He had to be wrong, he had to be. Nothing but a trick of the mind could explain Harry Potter and Ron Weasley’s faces sitting in the front row of his show. It was intermission now, and he had no idea how he’d get through the rest of the performance knowing Potter was right there.

Playing out their rivalry and every feeling he’d felt through the war and its aftermath was a cathartic release—better than therapy. Hell, even better than sex (not that he’d had much of that). Seb was a worthy opponent as they both fought for the love and admiration of their audience, but Seb was so fucking jolly. Brilliant and cocky, Hamilton without the trauma. More Phillip than Alexander. His light burned bright, but Potter’s smoldered. It always had, and Draco missed the sizzle of that fire.

Once again Draco felt consumed by that flame. Icarus edging towards the sun, begging to get burned. But he didn’t go to Potter, Potter came to him. He’d never admit it, but he’d fantasized about this moment. Not Potter at his show, that was too much of a fantasy. Potter was not cultured enough for that. But Potter in the streets of New York in a worn out hoodie. Draco in his tailored suit. They’d recognize each other on a sidewalk, and Draco would invite Potter for a coffee and spend a good couple of hours apologizing to the man and explaining the extent of his remorse.

But the universe was never that kind to Draco Malfoy.

Seb slithered out of a corner, buttoning his pants. He flashed a sly smile to Draco then frowned when he registered Draco’s state.

“Baby boy, don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup!” He ran over and wrapped his muscular arms around Draco. The smell of sex and dry cleaned costume wafted off of him.

“Your sweat will ruin my makeup.” Draco wiggled away.

Daveed swaggered in with a huge grin on his face. “Did you see that ginger—front row?”

Draco groaned and hid his face in his hands.

“Ah, you know him and his four-eyed companion, then?” Seb said knowingly. That was another thing that made Seb different from Harry, he was too fucking perceptive. “It’s him, isn’t it?”

Draco nodded, his hands still covering his face.

“The Harry Potter? Your Alexander Hamilton?” Daveed looked off into the distance, squinting one eye, then looked back at Seb. “I guess I can see the resemblance.”

“Draco, love. You play Aaron Burr, but you’re not him. You don’t have to take your regrets to the grave,” Seb said softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Draco’s back.

Draco’s hands fell to his sides, but he kept his gaze low. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to face him, though. To say all I need to.”

“Lord.” Daveed rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to—you can show him. Vomit your sadness and apologies to him on stage. He’s close enough for a direct hit.”

Draco chuckled. “Gross.”

A voice called for places over the backstage speaker. Draco stood shakily but smiled to his friends. They were right. This was his chance—his shot—to finally repent for his wrongs and show contrition to the one person who needed to see it most.

“How will I ever repay you to for helping me get through this?”

“Lemme have that ginger.” Daveed smiled wolfishly.

“GROSS.” Draco shuddered.

“Buckle up boys, we’re invading England tonight!”

Part 4

[jumping-joey1104]

I write so much for Sreepypasta I have to do something for Slenderverse. Gotta reign in both fandoms to my hell-site of a blog SO

Slenderverse Crack Headcanons

(Includes EverymanHybrid, Mlandersen0, TribeTwelve, and Marble Hornets)

EverymanHybrid

Evan is the kind of guy to use any nearby container to fill with energy drinks

Dude has definitely used an empty bleach bottle to fill with a cursed concoction of Monsters and Red-Bull

Only drinks the lo-carb monster because "it's healthier"

Vinny would've been a twitch streamer if EverymanHybrid took place nowadays

The closest person I could compare with how he acts on stream is Philza

Has gotten doxxed like 3 times now but he does not care

Jeff would stream with Vincent but only plays minecraft, and is ten times better at it than anyone else

Probably has a discord server and for some reason he made Evan admin and now everyone calls him senpai

He knows what it means and hates it, He has a separate channel to put Evan and his associates by crime in and locks them in there

Alex is the one that started it all

MLAndersen0

Nobody knows where Michael got his ugly ass curtains, and he refuses to say where he go a sheet of pure denim fabric

He would have so many fidget toys, he just likes the little clicks, and yes he would throw them at Shaun like a latina mother and her chanclas

For some reason this man can make a mean drink, coffee, alcohol, hell even koolaid. You ask him for a drink he's bringing you a margarita

Shaun would play Call of Duty, all of the games. He plays them

Goes into extensive research on what slurs he can reclaim so he could bully kids online with a good conscience

"What slurs can I reclaim if my brother is a psychopath?" And Stormy just looks at him with fear

Speaking of Stormy she can outdrink both men, one time Michael dared them to take a shot of 99 proof and she took three

She quotes vines all the time, regularly asks Michael "Where's the B" and he doesn't understand at all

Shaun understands her and they quote vines together while Michael cries in confusion

Eric Cyberbullies Micheal with pictures of cups dangerously close to the edge of a surface

Tribetwelve

Noah has gone three days without sleep, slams down a sugar-free redbull and passed out in his kitchen before and blames the collective

Dude was a huge party guy in Highschool but always ended up sitting in a corner petting the dog at the party

This raggedy ass man loves the resident evil movies and says their peak cinematography, refuses to take any other suggestions

Kevin is peak stoner mode, and has tricked Noah into eating edibles before. By tricked I mean he left them out and Noah ate half of them before he was caught

Dude is the WORST tripsitter btw, he's the type of guy that would smoke a blunt and go "Do you think god loves us" before putting on a horror movie

Dude can handle marijuana perfectly but can only drink one cup of alcohol before getting black out, absolute lightweight

Milo has watched so much anime, so much. He has at least eleven shirts revolving around Sailor Moon and Beserk.

He's never watched Beserk he just likes the art, Noah and Kevin refuse to tell him what it is. They just wait until he finds out.

Probably the best at drawing out of all of them, he just has the gift of art and abuses it. His journal has a ton of different doodles

All three suck at Mario Kart but still play it together, yes it ends up with Kevin and Noah fighting while Milo wins the race

Marble Hornets

Tim is so tired of everyone, all the time. If given the choice he will mentally destroy everyone but Brian says no.

Definitely can quote all of Hamilton and says he would play Aaron Burr just so because he knows all his lines. He's a silent theater nerd

Brian is a loud theater nerd, one time he yelled at Alex "You see the stage to your left? Keep walking till you hit a wall."

Whenever he comes to practice with Tim he'll have two of the same drinks so he can give one to Tim.

Jay is so dumb, bless his soul. He forgets words and just randomly replaces them to the men's horror. "I wanted to have eggs for breakfast but I couldn't find my Skittle"

Tim and Alex are the only ones that understand him, but Alex makes fun of him "You mean skillet?"

Alex get picked on so much by them, Tim calls him cringe and he'll cry in the bathroom for 15 minutes before saying a comeback

He is for sure one of the most sarcastic jerk you would ever meet even if he tried to be nice

Poor Jessica is just standing there the whole time, she's the single mother of three sons and she knows it.

Both her and Amy are so tired of trying to keep the men from getting arrested when they're recording

[iwaitforthestorm]

After the war I went back to New York

A-After the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Burr worked next door

Even though we started at the very same time Alexander Hamilton began to climb How to account for his rise to the top? Man, the man is Non-stop!

Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me Are you aware that we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation The liberty behind deliberation Non-stop!

I am meant to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt With my assistant counsel—

Co-counsel. Hamilton, sit down Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness That's all you had to say

Okay, one more thing—

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Aww!

Why do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time Every day you fight like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime Non-stop!

Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony And nowhere is it stronger than in Albany This colony's economy's increasingly stalling And honestly, that's why (He's just) Public service seems to be (non-stop!) calling me

I practiced the law, practic'ly perfected it I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it Now for a strong central democracy If not, then I'll be Socrates Throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities (Awww!)

Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention

I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!

There as a New York junior delegate

Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate... (Awww!)

Goes and proposes his own form of government What?

His own plan for a new form of government What?

Talks for six hours, the convention is listless

Bright young man! Yo, who the eff is this?

Why do you always say what you believe? Why do you always say what you believe?

Every proclamation guarantees Free ammunition for your enemies (Awww!)

Why do you write like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Write day and night like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Every day you fight like it's going out of style Do you what you do

Alexander?

Aaron Burr, sir

Well, it's the middle of the night

Can we confer, sir?

Is this a legal matter?

Yes, and it's important to me

What do you need?

Burr, you're a better lawyer than me

Okay?

I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive You're incredible in court, you're succinct, persuasive My client needs a strong defence, you're the solution

Who's your client?

The new U.S. Constitution?

No

Hear me out—

No way!

A series of essays anonymously published Defending the document to the public

No one'll read it

I disagree!

And if it fails?

Burr, that's why we need it

The constitution's a mess!

So it needs amendments

It's full of contradictions!

So is independence We have to start somewhere

No, no, no, no, no, no way

You're making a mistake

Good night!

Hey! What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?

What?

We won the war, what was it all for? Do you support this constitution?

Of course

Then defend it!

And what if you're backing the wrong horse?

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed For the notion of a nation we now get to build For once in your life take a stand with pride I don't understand how you stand to the side

I don't keep all my plans close to my chest

Wait for it, wait for it, wait

I won't wait here and see which

Way the wind will blow I'm taking my time watching the afterbirth of a nation Watching the tension grow

I am sailing off to London I am accompanied by someone who always pays I have found a wealthy husband Who will keep me in comfort for all my days He is not a lot of fun but There's no one who can match you for turn of phrase My Alexander—

Angelica

Don't forget to write

Look at where you are Look at where you started The fact that you're alive is a miracle Just stay alive, that would be enough And if your wife could share a fraction of your time If I could grant you peace of mind Would that be enough?

Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay to write a series of essays Defending the new United States Constitution, entitled The Federalist Papers The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays The work divided evenly among the three men In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays in the span of six months John Jay got sick after writing five James Madison wrote twenty-nine Hamilton wrote the other FIFTY-ONE!

How do you write like you're

Running out time Write day and night like you're

Running out time

Every day you fight like you're

Running out time

Like you're

Running out time

Are you running out time?

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you're alive Every second you're alive Every second you're alive

They're asking me to lead I'm doing the best I can To get the people that I need I'm asking you to be my right hand man

Treasury or State?

I know it's a lot to ask—

Treasury or State?

To leave behind the world you know—

Sir, do you want me to run the Treasury or State Department?

Treasury

Let's go

Alexander!

I have to leave

Alexander!

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now

Helpless

They are asking me to lead

Look around, isn't this enough?

He will never be satisfied

Would it be enough?

He will never be satisfied

Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?

Look around, look around

Non-stop!

He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Isn't this enough? Would it be enough?

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Non-stop!

Why do you write like—

History has it's eyes on you!

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am Alexander Hamilton

Hamilton Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

"What is happening."

[womanovertheedge]

After the war I went back to New York

A-After the war I went back to New York

I finished up my studies and I practiced law

I practiced law, Burr worked next door

Even though we started at the very same time Alexander Hamilton began to climb How to account for his rise to the top? Man, the man is Non-stop!

Gentlemen of the jury, I'm curious, bear with me Are you aware that we're making history? This is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation The liberty behind deliberation Non-stop!

I am meant to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt With my assistant counsel—

Co-counsel. Hamilton, sit down Our client Levi Weeks is innocent, call your first witness That's all you had to say

Okay, one more thing—

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Aww!

Why do you write like you're running out of time? Write day and night like you're running out of time Every day you fight like you're running out of time

Keep on fighting, in the meantime Non-stop!

Corruption's such an old song that we can sing along in harmony And nowhere is it stronger than in Albany This colony's economy's increasingly stalling And honestly, that's why (He's just) Public service seems to be (non-stop!) calling me

I practiced the law, practic'ly perfected it I've seen injustice in the world and I've corrected it Now for a strong central democracy If not, then I'll be Socrates Throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities (Awww!)

Hamilton at the Constitutional Convention

I was chosen for the Constitutional Convention!

There as a New York junior delegate

Now what I'm gonna say may sound indelicate... (Awww!)

Goes and proposes his own form of government What?

His own plan for a new form of government What?

Talks for six hours, the convention is listless

Bright young man! Yo, who the eff is this?

Why do you always say what you believe? Why do you always say what you believe?

Every proclamation guarantees Free ammunition for your enemies (Awww!)

Why do you write like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Write day and night like it's going out of style (goin out of style, hey) Every day you fight like it's going out of style Do you what you do

Alexander?

Aaron Burr, sir

Well, it's the middle of the night

Can we confer, sir?

Is this a legal matter?

Yes, and it's important to me

What do you need?

Burr, you're a better lawyer than me

Okay?

I know I talk too much, I'm abrasive You're incredible in court, you're succinct, persuasive My client needs a strong defence, you're the solution

Who's your client?

The new U.S. Constitution?

No

Hear me out—

No way!

A series of essays anonymously published Defending the document to the public

No one'll read it

I disagree!

And if it fails?

Burr, that's why we need it

The constitution's a mess!

So it needs amendments

It's full of contradictions!

So is independence We have to start somewhere

No, no, no, no, no, no way

You're making a mistake

Good night!

Hey! What are you waiting for? What do you stall for?

What?

We won the war, what was it all for? Do you support this constitution?

Of course

Then defend it!

And what if you're backing the wrong horse?

Burr, we studied and we fought and we killed For the notion of a nation we now get to build For once in your life take a stand with pride I don't understand how you stand to the side

I don't keep all my plans close to my chest

Wait for it, wait for it, wait

I won't wait here and see which

Way the wind will blow I'm taking my time watching the afterbirth of a nation Watching the tension grow

I am sailing off to London I am accompanied by someone who always pays I have found a wealthy husband Who will keep me in comfort for all my days He is not a lot of fun but There's no one who can match you for turn of phrase My Alexander—

Angelica

Don't forget to write

Look at where you are Look at where you started The fact that you're alive is a miracle Just stay alive, that would be enough And if your wife could share a fraction of your time If I could grant you peace of mind Would that be enough?

Alexander joins forces with James Madison and John Jay to write a series of essays Defending the new United States Constitution, entitled The Federalist Papers The plan was to write a total of twenty-five essays The work divided evenly among the three men In the end, they wrote eighty-five essays in the span of six months John Jay got sick after writing five James Madison wrote twenty-nine Hamilton wrote the other FIFTY-ONE!

How do you write like you're

Running out time Write day and night like you're

Running out time

Every day you fight like you're

Running out time

Like you're

Running out time

Are you running out time?

How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive? How do you write like you need it to survive? How do you write every second you're alive Every second you're alive Every second you're alive

They're asking me to lead I'm doing the best I can To get the people that I need I'm asking you to be my right hand man

Treasury or State?

I know it's a lot to ask—

Treasury or State?

To leave behind the world you know—

Sir, do you want me to run the Treasury or State Department?

Treasury

Let's go

Alexander!

I have to leave

Alexander!

Look around, look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now

Helpless

They are asking me to lead

Look around, isn't this enough?

He will never be satisfied

Would it be enough?

He will never be satisfied

Satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room?

Look around, look around

Non-stop!

He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? Soon that attitude may be your doom

Isn't this enough? Would it be enough?

History has it's eyes on you

Why do you write like you're running out of time?

Non-stop!

Why do you write like—

History has it's eyes on you!

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

Just you wait

I am Alexander Hamilton

Hamilton Just you wait

I am not throwing away my shot!

musical.

//I LOVE HAMILTON

[saving-word-crawls]

Hamilton, a musical crawl (Act 1)

By: Lady_Indis_Dress

What you need: access to this website, access to the Hamilton soundtrack (YouTube works).

1. Alexander Hamilton (Just you write)

Celebrate the birth of a legend and sprint for 15 minutes.

under 201 = chorus 201-300 = Laurens/Lafayette/Mulligan/and Peggy 301-400 = King George/George Washington 401-500 = Eliza/Laurens 501-600 = Angelica/Jefferson above 600 = Alexander/Aaron Burr (sir)

Choose your character. Since not all characters are in all songs, you can choose more than one character, for example you can be both King George and General Washington. Be sure to post in the thread which character(s) you are playing.

If your character(s) is not in the song, write the amount for Chorus, or skip writing for that song (but go ahead and listen to it, you know you want to).

2. Aaron Burr, Sir

Alexander and Aaron Burr write to the nearest 500. Laurens, Lafayette, and Mulligan write to the nearest 100.

3. My Shot Alexander gets most of the words here. Add 250 to your word count. Burr - write a cautious 200. Laurens, Mulligan, Lafayette - sprint for 10 minutes. Chorus - sprint for 5 minutes.

4. The Story of Tonight See how many words you can write during the song.

5. The Schuyler Sisters Angelica - write 300 words. Eliza - write 200 words. Peggy - write 100 words. Everybody else: complete a 3 Digit Challenge to welcome the Schuyler sisters.

6. Farmer Refuted Challenge someone from another region to a 5 minute Word War.

7. You’ll Be Back King George - Write 750 word break-up song. Everybody - the king clearly wants us to sing along, sprint to the nearest 500 to appease his majesty.

8. Right Hand Man George Washington = write for the length of this song. Burr - sprint for 5 minutes. Alex - sprint for 10 minutes. Chorus - sprint to the nearest 100.

9. A Winter’s Ball Alex and Burr - write 100 words each for thinking so much of yourselves. Everyone else get yourself a drink and a snack, because pretty soon we’re going to be hitting it hard on this crawl.

10. Helpless Alex and Eliza = write 200 words worth of love letters. Angelica and Peggy = write to the nearest 100. Chorus - write to the nearest 50.

11. Satisfied Angelica - write 500 words. Alex - kiss Angelica goodbye and write 250 words. Peggy - you don’t really have a part in this but girl you need some words, write 200 Eliza - remain oblivious, sit this one out. Chorus - sprint for the length of the song.

12. The Story of Tonight Reprise Laurens, Mulligan, Layfayette, and Alex - sprint for 10 minutes while you drink too much.

13. Wait for It Burr - write…wait for it…300 words Chorus - write 100 words

14. Stay Alive Alex - sprint for 10 minutes, and stay alive Eliza - sprint for 10 minutes while you write to Alex (and to General Washington) Burr - sprint for 10 minutes Laurens - sprint for 5 minutes Chorus - sprint for 5 minutes Charles Lee - delete 50 words (seriously, don’t choose Lee, you shouldn’t delete during NaNo)

15. Ten Duel Commandments Burr and Alex - write to the nearest 500 Laurens - write to the nearest 100 Washington - write to the nearest 50 Chorus - sprint for the length of the song (optional: word duel for the length of the song, first to hit the amount of words listed wins)

16. Meet Me Inside Washington - write 500 words, you model of a modern major-general Alex - write 200 words for skirting the rules, and 200 more for raising your voice to the general. Shame on you. Everyone else - just you wait.

17. That Would Be Enough Eliza - 300 words would be enough Alex - spend 100 words on flowers for your adorable wife

18. Guns and Ships Write as fast as you can for 5 minutes. Lafayette - try to write 5 minutes worth of words in 2.5 minutes.

19. History Has Its Eyes On You Washington - write to the nearest 500 Alex - you can’t write for the tears in your eyes, sit this one out Chorus - write for the length of the song.

20. Yorktown All military characters do a 3.5 minute sprint while the world turns upside-down. Cut that time in half if you can find a way to actually write upside-down. King George - word war with someone from another region. Take the number of words you’ve written, and write double that amount again.

21. What Comes Next? King George - work through your disappointment by writing 500 words of goodbye and good luck to America

22. Dear Theodosia Burr and Alex - write 100 words to your babies.

23. Non-Stop Alex and Burr - word war with each other for 20 minutes. If you can’t find your opposite, use that time as a sprint instead. Alex, your writing must be non-stop. Eliza - Sprint for 15 minutes. Isn’t this enough? Angelica - Sprint for 10 minutes to say goodbye. Chorus - Sprint for 7 minutes.

For act 2, click here.

[oribun]

[Company:]

1776. New York City.

[Hamilton:]

Pardon me. Are you Aaron Burr, sir?

[Burr:]

That depends. Who's asking?

[Hamilton:]

Oh, well, sure, sir

I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service, sir

I have been looking for you

[Burr:]

I'm getting nervous

[Hamilton:]

Sir…

I heard your name at Princeton. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him. It's a blur, sir. He handles the financials?

[Burr:]

You punched the bursar

[Hamilton:]

Yes!

I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revolution. He looked at me like I was stupid, I'm not stupid.

So how'd you do it? How'd you graduate so fast?

[Burr:]

It was my parents' dying wish before they passed

[Hamilton:]

You're an orphan. Of course! I'm an orphan

God, I wish there was a war!

Then we could prove that we're worth more

Than anyone bargained for…

[Burr:]

Can I buy you a drink?

[Hamilton:]

That would be nice

[Burr:]

While we're talking, let me offer you some free advice

Talk less

[Hamilton:]

What?

[Burr:]

Smile more

[Hamilton:]

Ha

[Burr:]

Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for

[Hamilton:]

You can't be serious

[Burr:]

You wanna get ahead?

[Hamilton:]

Yes

[Burr:]

Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

[Laurens:]

Yo yo yo yo yo!

What time is it?

[Laurens/Lafayette/Mulligan:]

Show time!

[Burr:]

Like I said…

[Laurens:]

Show time! Show time! Yo!

I'm John Laurens in the place to be!

A two pints o' Sam Adams, but I'm workin' on three, uh!

Those redcoats don't want it with me!

'Cause I will pop chick-a pop these cops 'til I'm free!

[Lafayette:]

Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette!

The Lancelot of the revolutionary set!

I came from afar just to say "Bonsoir!"

Tell the King "Casse toi!" Who's the best?

C'est moi!

[Mulligan:]

Brrrah brraaah! I am Hercules Mulligan

Up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard ya mother said, "Come again?"

[Lafayette and Laurens:]

Ayyyyy

[Mulligan:]

Lock up ya daughters and horses, of course

It's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets…

[Lafayette:]

Wow

[Laurens:]

No more sex, pour me another brew, son!

Let's raise a couple more…

[Laurens/Lafayette/Mulligan:]

To the revolution!

[Laurens:]

Well, if it ain't the prodigy of Princeton college!

[Mulligan:]

Aaron Burr!

[Laurens:]

Give us a verse, drop some knowledge!

[Burr:]

Good luck with that: you're takin' a stand

You spit. I'mma sit. We'll see where we land

[Lafayette/Mulligan:]

Boooo!

[Laurens:]

Burr, the revolution's imminent. What do you stall for?

[Hamilton:]

If you stand for nothing, Burr, what'll you fall for?

[Mulligan/Lafayette/Laurens:]

Ooh

[Laurens:]

Who are you?

[Mulligan:]

Who are you?

[Lafayette:]

Who are you?

[Mulligan/Lafayette/Laurens:]

Ooh, who is this kid? What's he gonna do?

NO STOP IT

[agaytransrat]

What do you need?

A hamburr fan fic :3

Chapter 1- Alex you’re wasting my time

Aaron's pov

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Ugh...

I walk to the door,to see who was up at 12:00 pm

"Alexander?" I asked,not surprised he was at my door.

I looked him up and down.

It was raining tonight,and Alex was drenched.

He wasn't wearing much.

But he didn't have his coat.

He was so drenched you could see right through his shirt.

Man..

He's kind of hot..

Wait what!

What am I saying!

"Aaron Burr! Sir!" He said,snapping me out of my thoughts

He was excited about something

"Alex. It's the middle of the night" I assured him

"Well you're still fully dressed. And not in bed" he said jokingly.

I rolled my eyes "what do you need"

He was about to tell me when all of a sudden there was a loud crack of thunder.

"Alex whatever you want to tell me tell me now because-" I started,but then I looked at Alexander.

His face was all pale.

Like he just saw a ghost.

"Alexander are you ok?" I asked.

He didn't answer.

There was another crack of thunder.

Alex jumped.

I then realized why Alex was acting like this.

"Ugh...Alex come in" I said,grabbing his hand.

He finally snapped out of his trans,and grabbed on to me tightly.

"Alex what the hell-" I started yelling at him.

"Please don't die on me...please don't die on me" he was whispering to himself.

"Alexander. Calm down. Nothing is going to happen" I said to him trying to calm him down

We then locked eyes.

He looked like a scared puppy,one that has just been hit or smacked.

It was kind of adorable..

Wait-

"A-Are you sure" he asked,his voice shaky

I sighed "yes. The storm isn't supposed to get any worse"

Alexander kind of blushed in embarrassment,probably because he knows I know he hates storms.

"I'm..sorry about..my reaction.." he apologized,letting go of my arm.

I was kind of upset about that, "it's fine Alex" I started "I know you hate storms like this,there's no need to apologize"

It got silent for a moment,between the both of us.

I looked back at Alex and noticed he was shivering.

"Let me get you a towel" I said,walking to my room and grabbing a towel from my closet.

"Here" I wrapped the towel around Alex,and he blushed a bit.

"Thanks.." he thanked me,smiling softly.

God his smile was go cute.

So sweet and innocent.

Wait.

What am I saying!

"Dry yourself off and you can take a set in the living room" I started "I'll make you something warm"

He nodded his head,and made his way to the living room and I made my way to the kitchen.

I decided to make us both hot chocolate.

It's to late for coffee,and I don't really want to cook.

As I was making the hot chocolate,and I thought to myself.

Why am I thinking all this stuff?

Do I like Alexander?

And if I do would he like me back?

No.

That's stupid.

Why would he like me?

I finished making the hot chocolate,and made my way to the living room.

I saw Alex,still wrapped with the towel,looking at my books.

"What are you looking at?" I asked from behind.

He looked over "oh nothing really. Just looking at this one book" he handed me a book in his hands.

I put down the two drinks on the table and took the book from Alex.

The outsiders

I've heard of this book,I've heard it's a good one.

Some might even say it's amazing.

"Oh. The outsiders. I've heard this book is amazing" I said,flipping through the pages.

He nodded his head,as he took a sip of the drink.

"Have you read it?" I asked

He shook his head.

I could tell from the look on his face that he wanted me to read the book to him,but didn't want to ask.

I sat down on the couch,with the book in my hands and waited for Alex to sit next to me

"Well?" I asked

He looked at me confused.

I sighed "Do you want me to read it to you or not?"

He blushed madly,and nodded his head.

I smiled,and he sat next to me.

"when I stepped out into the bright sunlight from the darkness of the movie house" I started "I had only two things on my mind:Paul Newman and a ride home..."

I keep reading to him and calmed Alex down.

It was still raining and there was some thunder here and there but it was kind of nice reading out loud to some.

Especially Alexander..

Alexander's pov

It was quite nice listening to Aaron read to me.

All the different voices he gave each character.

I felt like a little kid again..it was really..nice..

He was at the part where Ponyboy and Johnny are getting jumped by those people.

Soc? I believe that's what they are called.

The rich kids.

I don't remember,I was really tired.

I let out a small yawn,and Aaron immediately turned his attention to me.

"You tired?" He asked.

"A little yeah..but it's fine..I should probably be on my way anyways.." I got up and made my way to the door.

I then felt someone grab my hand.

It was Aaron.

I looked at him in confusion.

"Don't..go.." he muttered.

I smiled.

"If you wanted me to stay you could have just told me" I laughed a bit,and sat down next to Aaron again.

He smiled,and blushed a bit.

Aaron was so cute when he smiled.

It was so cute..and..and-

"Alex? Do..you like anyone?" He asked.

I was confused on why he asked but I answered "n-no?"

It grew quite of a bit.

There was another crack of thunder.

I jumped at the sound of it,and hugged Aaron tightly.

"Alex calm down" Aaron whispered to me softly,wrapping his arms around me in return "you're going to be fine" he added,running his fingers through my hair.

His voice was so soothing...so...calm..

Something about his voice drew me in...

He was always so calm.

Never distressed.

Just a calm expression on his face at all times.

I felt my eyes getting heavy as I slowly drifted off to sleep.

I also thought to my self.

This.

This is the man I want to be with.

For the rest of my life..

Aaron's POV

I realized that Alex was asleep when I heard a small,yet quiet,snore from him.

He looked so cute..

I wish I didn't have to do this but I had to.

I gently shook Alex awake so I tell him to change out of his wet clothes.

"Come on A. I know you're tired. I am too but if you get this over with,you can go to sleep"

Alex then look at me with a tired,confused expression.

"A?" He asked confused.

I blushed madly "oh- It's just a nickname I came up with"

He smiled at me tiredly "I like it" and he fell back asleep.

I smiled.

I know there's no use.

I laughed softly and picked him up.

He was surprisingly light.

He looks so cute when he's asleep.

I took him to my room,and put him down on my bed.

I was about to walk away,till I felt someone grab my arm.

It was Alex.

He kept trying to pull me into bed with him but I was was not budging.

After a while I finally gave in and got in bed with Alex.

Alex was pleased,and quickly cuddled up with me.

I blushed at this.

I was kind of happy he did that.

I smiled and cuddled him back.

I could hear a sigh of relief coming from him.

I knew he was happy.

I wonder how he coped with this on his own?

Just thinking about it makes me kind of upset...

Just him alone..with no one to help him calm down..

That's just kind of sad..

"Go to sleep Aaron.." I heard Alex whisper.

I laughed slightly "alright"

I don't know why I did this,but I kissed his forehead.

Alex smiled,as a small blush went across his face.

God...why...this man doesn't deserve this...he doesn't deserve me or all this bad stuff..

Good thing we don't have work tomorrow.

I get to spend some more time with Alexander.

And..I kind of..like that..

As my thoughts of Alex were going through my head,I slowly drifted off to sleep.

Knowing that I had fallen in love.

With someone I wasn't expecting.

But after you get to know them better..you start to realize..they're not so bad after all

EEEEE!!

I really hope you guys like this!! This is on Wattpad because I don’t know how to work AO3 lol

A_gay_trans_rat is my name on it lol

I might do a second chapter idk. If y’all like it I’ll see if I’ll make a second chapter.

Ok now byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ❤️❤️❤️

[gracehosborn]

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

and

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Hi!! Thank you for the ask!! The original ask game can be found here.

🍄Describe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

This seems quite fun and vague. I feel like Ink of Destruction might best be suited for this.

“Vengeful Alternative Universes + Found Family = IOD”

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Shifting gears to my other major project: when I had started The American Icarus, I had agonized over the opening to this ambitious project and ended up rewriting it about eight times before coming to its current opening chapter.

One of the ideas I had was that the book would open in present tense from Hamilton’s first-person point of view and depict the beginnings of his duel with Aaron Burr, but abruptly stop right before Hamilton would pull his trigger. The rest of the story would be placed after this moment, and follow in chronological order the events leading up to the moment just shown told in past tense from Hamilton’s first-person point of view, then towards the end (having been shown all the context) the final pages of the story would wrap up the duel and its aftermath, and therefore the end. I think I had gotten this idea from Laura Kaye and Stephanie Dray’s My Dear Hamilton, which utilized this framework in telling Eliza’s story from her perspective and using a family legend of Eliza in her old age talking to James Monroe to do so. However, I realized that this idea, while interesting, didn’t feel right as this wasn’t the right approach for the story and items of interest I wanted to explore. I am also not the biggest fan of My Dear Hamilton, but that’s another post for another day.

Instead I decided to scrap this idea entirely, in favor of framing the story as Hamilton sitting down to write his posthumous memoirs, opening with him directly talking to the reader in explaining his reasonings as to why this is being done. Then having the story continue in chronological order from there.

That got longer than I expected. Hope these are enjoyable—and that you’ve had a good start to the new year!

[pub-lius]

burr pt. 4 stay on that grindset mindset

with the power of abby lee miller and the devil from the bible, im getting all these posts done in one sitting. (part 3)

Europe side quest

Burr fled to Europe under an assumed name in June 1808 because literally everyone hated him after the whole treason and killing Hamilton thing.

Burr traveled through England living it up, and by that I mean sightseeing, reading, whoring, eating a shocking amount of grapes, and plotting yet another Western expedition (he tried to get British and French support but they didn't give a shit, they had an international war to worry about).

He met Jeremy Bentham and they were gay and I live for it. Bentham was a philosopher, best known for the concept of utilitarianism, which is actually really slay. He wrote to his daughter about how much he liked him and how much he thought she would like him and it's really sweet to read. More info about Burr and his gay lovers here (I love this article).

Burr visited France and almost hung out with ~M. de Talleyrand~, but Talleyrand was like "i have this portrait of Hamilton, I hope that's not a problem" and Burr was like "...maybe i'll catch you next time-"

There was also this one time (idk where or when it was, but im not looking it up) where Burr saw a statue of Hamilton and like pointed at his face wrinkles and said "here lies the poetry" or whatever. You can think about that all you want, I think it's weird and I have no clue what it means.

Return to America

Burr came back to the states in spring of 1812, and moved to the Boston waterfront, which was. different. from the elaborate mansion he had in the New York countryside. He reappeared in New York in June to resume his legal career, so I don't wanna hear he was unemployed (he was severely in debt tho).

In December 1812, Theodosia Jr. went to meet Burr from her home in South Carolina, but died in a shipwreck. cry. CRY.

Burr continued to practice law, but was completely removed from politics. In 1831, he was found living in a dirty "garret, shabbily dressed" yet still optimistic.

He married Eliza Jumel, who was a wealthy widow, in 1833. In my opinion, she was just as sketchy as he was, so like. idk, but she divorced him the following year because he was a broke bitch. She also hired Alexander Hamilton Jr. as her divorce attorney which, yeah that's a low blow, but he was a huge asshole, so maybe she should have gone with James Alexander Hamilton instead.

Burr suffered several strokes the day the divorce was finalized in 1834, and died at Port Richard, Staten Island on September 14.

A clergyman was asked about the likelihood that Burr would be freed from sin, and he said, "On that subject I am coy."

Aaron Burr was buried at Princeton on September 16, 1836.

This one is unexpectedly short, which I think is a gift from god because I have been sitting here for four hours. I'm going to go watch Shameless and eat ice cream, so I hope you all have a slay day, and I will see you soon for Lafayette's post <3