#angelica hamilton kin

[your-everyday-theatre-kid]

HAMILFAN ALERT LMAO

I MADE BRACELETS FOR HAMILTON CHARACTERS

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE (totes didnt spend 3+ hours on this and i still have no regrets :3)

I HAS HAMILTRASH GAUNTLET

IM SO KEWL

sorry for bad photo-

in order its: Hamilton, Laurens, Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, Phillip, Washington, Jefferson, Madison, Burr, Lafayette, Mulligan, Maria, Kin George! lol srry it hard to read :3

@laurenshamiltonjr you proud my child?

[tinybitofhope]

i suppose i must do an intro post….

help and donate!!!

help the anas family escape!!!

help luciamkir get insulin!!!

help alex pay for food!!

help safaa get her and her family to safety!!!

help noor and her family escape!!!

help aya and her family escape!!!

hi im lena or hops, im okay with both!! also i luv nicknames so go wild!!

about me

ill try to post everyday but dont expect it bc im tired sometimes lol.

i do a lot of fandom posting and just posting whatever is on my mind

my pronouns are she/her and im bisexual with a male pref probably and probably agender/demigirl

saw enhypen 5.1.24 !!

saw skz at lolla 8.2.24 !!!!

im christian!! so ya know, if ur against us, just dont be a jerk lmfao

INFP-T

middle child (help. jk. not really)

probably have anxiety

birthday is december 16, THE SAME AS BASH CROFTS!! (my biggest flex) and that makes me a sagittarius

filipino or as my cousin says ‘proud to be pinoy ✌🏼🇵🇭’ (i love her sm)

my favorite song is probably another day by stray kids or maybe by han jisung or i bet on losing dogs by mitski

i have a cool writing side blog

ermm i also curse a lot so if youre not okay w it tell me pls!!

fandoms im in are (blue r the ones i think abt the most rn)

newjeans, stray kids (skz), enhypen, boynextdoor, osemanverse, jacksons diary (jd), the world of mr plant (twomp), nimona, hamilton, riordanverse (rrverse), when i fly towards you (wifty), school bus graveyard

kins/bias list (blue is my faves/ults)

leo valdez, nico di angelo, will solace, sadie kane, jimmy kaga ricci, lister bird, david miller, angelica schuyler, nick nelson, darcy olsson, zuko, han jisung, kim minji, jake sim, taesan (han dongmin)

my interests are

literally my fandoms above ^, music, kdrama, books, pinterest, SUDOKU!!!, sewing but i’ve no ideas and js started lmao, skateboarding but i cant do shit, being aesthetically pleasing bc im that girlie, working out, and shit like that

ok heres my music taste and fave artists (blue are the ones i listen to most recent/the most)

laufey, lyn lapid, mitski, conan gray, artic monkeys, rocco, stephen sanchez, ricky montgomery, newjeans, stray kids, enhypen, txt, boynextdoor kpop in general hah, current joys, wave to earth, beabadobee, daniel padilla, nep, jazzy songs, skater type songs idk, opm (original pinoy music), indie, dreamy songs, gacha life songs (brings back the memories haha)

other socials

twitter- tinybitofhope

spotify- lena>>

pinterest- wantx0theworld

pronouns page

edit bc name and stuff

[or-not-2b---i-dont-know]

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely / And you're never coming 'round

- Total Eclipse of the Heart

Milly / Eileen / Laura / Debbie / Sheena / Alf / Huey

She / They / He / Ze

Hii!!!! This is a blog dedicated to Back To The 80s, aka the greatest musical of all time!!!

I will post about the show, and prbly some fanfics + fanart too if I feel like it!!

(My tag for og posts is #millipede posting)

In this fandom, I ship: Felmer, Kalf, Cynffany, Daura/Daureen, Buey, Flionel and Branniger.

My main kins are Eileen Reagan (Back To The 80s), Angelica Schuyler (Hamilton), and Heather MacNamara (Heathers) (send me an ask if you want the full list <33)

DNI - RACISTS, HOMOPHOBES, TERFS, ABLEISTS, FATPHOBES, H*RRY P*TTER FANS, FEARLEEN SHIPPERS

[sparrownnax]

ohhhh y'all have NO idea how mad i am rn. hero i think would kin angelica schuyler and taylor misinterpreting alexander hamilton to kin him feels in character enough but hamilton is the ONE media that canonically doesn't exist anymore and i am LOSING IT

hey gamers im Struggling turns out assigning a kin to hero is very difficult

i also realized i have to find a matching one to assign to taylor which is even more difficult

[revolutionsandtortoises]

HAMILKINNIES COME HITHER

so i have a hamilkin discord server and the children in the server would like it to be revamped and so basically if ur hamilton kinnie cmere and join my discord server pm me for da link 

MUST BE DOUBLES FRIENDLY!!!! that is all

[sleepyrequests]

Sorry for requesting again but I really wanted to get a pendulum reading for Angelica , Eliza and Peggy Schuyler hopefully it's not too much trouble thank you!

Angelica: Maybe

Eliza: Strong Yes

Peggy: Maybe

Hope this helps you some, Sasha!

-Mod Ender

[hear-ye-hear-me]

My name is Samuel Seabury, and I’m here with a few things about my canon!

- it was a modern setting, everyone was in college.

- my canon would fall under urban fanatasy, I don’t remember many humans at the college

- I remember being an angelic being, though I wasn’t very religious.

- I roomed with (Charles) Lee, who was a wolf shifter who couldn’t handle a lot of noise, George Frederick III, a vampire who was semi-distant royalty who came from a wealthy family, and (James) Reynolds, who was a fae

- We kicked Reynolds the Fuck out of our dorm when we found out he was abusing his girlfriend and my adoptive sister. Burr, who was human, ended up moving in instead

- Mariah (Lewis) was a siren, and she was my adoptive sister. She loved going to karaoke with all of her friends

- I had a huge crush on Lafayette, but I don’t remember if I acted on it or not

- (John) Laurens and (Hercules) Mulligan were both humans, while Alexander (Hamilton) was a mer-shifter and Lafayette was vampire. They all roomed down the hall from us.

- Lee and Burr were dating.

- The Schuyler Sisters all shared a room. The three were all adopted siblings. Angelica was a genderfluid witch, Eliza was a nonbinary Druid, and Peggy was a transfeminine Angel.

- The Washington’s were Alexander and John’s adoptive parents, Martha (Washington) was a selkie and George (Washington) was an Immortal

- The college has an annual fair that always ended up with someone in the hospital, wether it be from alcohol poisoning, getting in fights, or getting in some form of accident.

- Mariah and I would host girls nights with the Schuyler’s and we would paint each other’s nails and talk about stuff while old movies played in the background.

- I used any pronouns, but checked off ‘Male’ when gender was required

- There was a bit of tension between humans and non-humans, but it was only a little and rarely caused any big drama where we were

That’s all I have at the moment, but I���ll probably add more eventually as I remember more stuff!

[lizzileth]

"Eliza i'm looking for a mind at work!"

[hamilkincomfort]

Aesthetic for an Angelica Schuyler who married Alexander to cover up his relationship with John but fell in love. I hope you like it Angelica, don't hesitate to tell me if anything needs changed!

[investmentofmyheart]

cym as Hamilton characters or Star Wars memes you’ve seen

Why the fuck. I… I don’t know Star Wars and Hamilton is so. Why. Ew…

Hamilton. @confused-as-all-hell

Burr. @rodion-raskolnikov-kin

Washington. @thehalfbloodfreak

Angelica. @the-sky-is-full-of-stars

Peggy. @wafflesandschemingfaces

Eliza. @saltyfortunes

Jefferson. @ds-umbrella-manufacturing-co

Lafayette. @iambecomeyourvillain

Who else…?

Phillip. @twelve-kinds-of-trouble

Uh.

[fictionkinfessions]

I recently kinfirmed c!Alexander Hamilton from the hamilton musical, and im really happy about it! I just feel like it makes a lot of sense. I study Journalism, and writing has made me feel really connected to my old self. In my canon though, I was partners with either Angelica or Jefferson? Still figuring that out. Either way, excited about this new discovery about myself! I hope I can find other hamilton kins someday. - A. Hammy ☕

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[dollscircus]

@mingain my time has come

Asher kins A. Ham because he can’t slow down

Milo loves Peggy because he feels like he can relate to her a lot

Tank feels like Maria Reynolds was misunderstood

Sweetheart loves rapping along to “Guns and Ships”

Babe went as Jefferson one year

Angel is a sucker for John Laurens and Philip Hamilton

And Sam will never admit it, but he’s lowkey in love with Angelica

Heheh have this

[hamilkindiscord-blog]

Hamilkin Discord Server

Heya this is a Hamilton kin discord group set up so that Hamilkin can meet! Set up by yours truly, Mod Alex. 

Info

This is a group set up so that Hamilton kin can have a safe place to talk about their canons and make friends without being judged!

To apply: fill out the application and reblog/like this post!

Rules

Be respectful! This means of people’s triggers, pronouns, boundaries, etc

Doubles will be allowed on a first come, first serve basis. This means that if someone who is uncomfortable with doubles joins first, that’s it- no doubles of that character allowed

If you have an issue with someone, try and work it out. If it’s a severe issue, bring it up to me and I will help handle it

Keep the main chat PG 13, please, I plan on making this chat 13+, with different chats based on ages (depending how many people apply)

Please no discourse. If you cannot accept different opinions you will be blocked and booted from the chat.

That’s about it! Hope to be meeting all of you guys soon!

Your Obedient Servant,

Mod Alex

[angelqueen04]

Hamliza Month, Day 14

@megpeggs​ @historysalt​

Wedding Summary: You are cordially invited... Note: This takes place in the same arc as Reunion (Day 10) and Tryst (Day 12). Also, happy 240th anniversary to Eliza and Alexander!

Everyone was here, Eliza knew. The ceremony was to take place at precisely ten-thirty in the morning, and it seemed that no one wanted to miss it. The various relations that had been able to make the journey – not as many as there would have been at a different time of year, given the atrociously cold weather, but still a respectable number – had been arriving all morning. Their combined voices were creating quite the loud din downstairs, and Eliza could hear her father’s booming voice introducing Alexander to the various aunts, uncles, and cousins that had been able to make the journey.

Not that Eliza had seen any of them. She had not been permitted to step below stairs at all today on her mother’s orders. “Bad luck him to see you before the ceremony!” her mother had lectured her. Nor had any of the guests been permitted to come upstairs to see Eliza, not even her cousins or aunts. The only people she had seen at all today had been her mother, Peggy, Cornelia, and a few of the servants.

But now, that was, finally, about to change. It was nearly time, and Eliza could hear the guests moving into the parlor, where she would marry Alexander. Her father would arrive at her door any moment to escort her down.

Eliza took one last look in the mirror in front of her. She had chosen to marry in blue, so as to complement Alexander’s own attire. He asked her in a letter just a few months ago what she would have him wear.[1] It had been an easy answer – her fiancé was a soldier, and so she would wed him in his officer’s uniform of buff and blue. The dress’ fabric was covered in beautiful blue floral patterns, and she rather thought that it would match up very well with Alexander’s coat.[2]

The sound of footsteps on the stairs suddenly reached her ears. Papa was coming.

She took a deep, steadying breath. It was time. In just a short period of time, she would no longer be Miss Elizabeth Schuyler, but Mrs. Alexander Hamilton.

She felt no fear, no apprehension. Eliza was ready to take this step. She had been ready since the spring, when Alexander had first proposed to her. She would have married him then, without an elaborate party or anything else of the sort, but this grand gathering had been her parents’ most earnest wish, since they had been denied the chance to provide it for Angelica. So Eliza had submitted, with Alexander’s encouragement and agreement, but had done so reluctantly. She had not needed any of this fuss, but because her parents seemed to, she deferred to their wishes.

A knock at the door. “Betsey?” came her father’s deep voice. “It’s time.”

It was time. She was ready.

Taking a deep breath, Eliza called, “Come in, Papa.”

She turned toward the door just as it opened. Her father stepped in, and stopped in his tracks when he saw her. His eyes widened, clearly surprised by her appearance – for he had not seen her in her wedding dress before now – and then he blinked several times. “You – that is – your mother. She wore blue on the day we wed,” he said, his tone gruff but gentle.

Eliza smiled. Stepping forward, she took her father’s hand. “Well, let’s get down there, Papa,” she said, and then added teasingly, “Let’s not let all of our hard work go waste.”

He smiled, and Eliza saw him continue blinking. She realized then that her father, her wonderful, stern, gruff father was blinking back tears. Eliza squeezed his hand, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead before he aided her in bringing her veil over her head.

They crossed the salon together, making for the staircase. As they began their descent, Eliza could hear the murmur of voices. Her heart began to beat faster in excitement, and it took every ounce of control she had not to dart ahead of her father just so she could reach the parlor, reach Alexander.

The dining table had already been pulled out into the center of the front hall, and it was already groaning under the weight of the food, particularly the wedding cake, which sat in the very center. The food smelled divine, but they did not stop to partake. That would happen soon enough.

Peggy was waiting for them before they reached the parlor door. They stopped a moment and allowed Peggy to make a few last minute adjustments to Eliza’s gown – straightening the skirt and veil, and even making sure Eliza’s garters were secure. When Peggy finally stood still in front of Eliza, their eyes met and Eliza could not help but feel a moment of loss. There was one of their number missing here today. They had always been three – the Schuyler sisters – and had done everything together. That had come to an end with Angelica’s elopement, but somehow, it was only now that it truly seemed real to Eliza. Angelica was far from here, living her life in Boston with Mr. Carter and their two little ones.[3]

Eliza bit her lip against the sudden urge to weep, and she saw the feeling reflected in Peggy’s eyes.

But then Peggy straightened to her full height and said, “Buck up, Betsey. You don’t want to meet your Colonel with red eyes, do you? You might actually succeed where the British failed and frighten him off!”

Both Eliza and their father snorted, the sounds nearly identical. Giving her one last grin, Peggy turned on her heel and preceded them into the parlor.

There was a moment of silence, and then music upon the pianoforte filled the air. Her father took her hand and placed it on his arm. “Well, my girl,” he said, “Are you ready?”

Eliza beamed at him, squeezing his arm. “Yes, Papa, I’m ready,” she told him.

He nodded and, together, they started forward and into the parlor.

The room was full to bursting, was Eliza’s first thought. Although her wedding was not as large as her parents likely would have cared for it to be – owing to both the weather and the war – many of her kin had obviously made a special effort to come when they received word that it was happening. Her grandfather, standing tall and venerable even as he leaned on his cane, winked at her as she walked past him, and Grandmother Gertrude also smiled. Eliza also received various smiles and even whispered well-wishes from her numerous other relatives as she and her father moved down the small aisle the crowed had created, toward the fireplace where Alexander and Pastor Westerlo waited. Last, but never least, she saw her mother, brothers, and Cornelia standing at the front, the former already dabbing a handkerchief at her eyes and the latter bouncing in excitement. Eliza struggled to suppress a laugh at her little sister’s exuberance.

Meeting Alexander’s gaze nearly stole her breath away. She had rarely seen him appear so happy. Perhaps the only time that could compare would have been the day she had accepted his proposal of marriage, back in the spring. That had been a day they had both been delirious with joy, but now Eliza thought that this day would be even more so.

She and her father halted just in front of Alexander, who then stepped forward, holding out his hand. Her father slowly took her hand from his arm, and then laid it in the younger man’s. “My son,” he said in a low, quiet tone, so soft that it was unlikely most of the crowd could even hear it, “be true.”

Alexander nodded, completely in earnest, and her father, satisfied, stepped back, leaving Eliza to step up alone to stand with Alexander before Mr. Westerlo. The music also came to an end, leaving the parlor in silence.

The pastor began the ceremony then, speaking the words that he had no doubt spoken for many couples before them, but in all honesty, Eliza heard few of them. Instead, all of her attention was drawn to Alexander. Their hands were tangled up in one another as they received the prayers of Mr. Westerlo and the many witnesses. As their gazes held one another, Eliza saw Alexander’s eyes sparkle and one corner of his lips turn upward in a smile. The gesture had Eliza fighting not to break out into a wide grin wholly inappropriate for the solemn moment they were in. Instead, she squeezed his hands in warning, but received only a mischievous wink in return.

Naughty man, she thought, wanting to laugh.

Mr. Westerlo’s words finally broke through the haze of merriment around them when he asked Alexander, “Will you take this woman to be thy wedded wife?”

His voice was strong and clear, with no hesitation. “I will.”

“To have and to hold from this moment forward? For richer, for poorer? In sickness, and in health? Forsaking all others?”

“I will.”

The pastor then repeated the bride’s vows for Eliza, which she duly answered. Subsequently, Alexander produced a ring, which he slid upon her finger as he swore, “With this ring, I thee wed. With my body, I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods, I thee endow.” And in a personal touch, not part of the ceremony, he then lifted that same hand to his lips, and kissed the ring that now rested there. Eliza could sense rather than see the smiles coming from their audience, and the fond, indulgent look of Mr. Westerlo.

Finally, the ceremony concluded, with the pastor granting Alexander permission to “kiss his bride.” Alexander let go of her hands then, and plucked at the veil, raising it and letting it fall back behind her head. Without hesitation, they closed the distance between them and their lips met in a kiss that pledged all of their love and devotion, a moment every bit as sacred as having the church grant its own blessing upon their union.

The sound of cheering filled Eliza’s ears, and soon she and Alexander were surrounded by her many relations. Eliza was receiving kisses on the cheeks from Peggy and her mother, and she could feel Cornelia tugging at her skirts. Her father and Mr. Westerlo were shaking Alexander’s hand, with her many male relations waiting their turn.

The next several hours were a whirlwind of good food, dancing, and excellent company. More than once, Eliza would lose Alexander in the crowd, only to find her brothers smirking and nudging her in a certain direction. Then, lo and behold, there would be Alexander, and they would have some time to enjoy one another’s company, only to be tugged apart again by different members of her family. From the mischievous expressions on many of their faces, Eliza was certain that they were all doing it on purpose.

By the late afternoon, Eliza was flushed from both the wine and the dancing, but was still able to stand up to bid farewell as the guests began to take their leave. Eliza was inundated with well-wishes – and advice – from her female relations. She was also on the receiving end of a fierce hug from Peggy, who was leaving for Albany in the company of their grandparents.

“I think you’ll be happy, Betsey,” Peggy said as they clutched one another tightly. Eliza buried her face in her sister’s shoulder for a moment before they separated. Together, they turned where Alexander stood some distance away, in deep conversation with their father and several uncles. He seemed to sense their gaze, however, and his eyes shifted from his new father-in-law to meet Betsey’s gaze. His expression lit up and he beamed at her.

Peggy stifled a laugh. “Oh yes, he adores you already.”

“And I him,” Eliza murmured, smiling back at him before turning back to her sister. Out of habit, she reached out and tugged Peggy’s cloak about her more tightly. “Stay warm, dear Peggy.”

Peggy flashed her one last grin, this one far naughtier. “I would say the same to you, but I don’t think I need to worry. Alexander will take care of that just fine, I’m sure.” Dodging Eliza’s playful swat, she darted out the door.

Eliza found herself without someone else to pay her respects to, so she turned her gaze back to Alexander. Like her, he was flushed from the wine he’d consumed and their many dances, but beyond that, she could see how happy he was amid his current company. Her father already made it perfectly clear how delighted he was with his new son-in-law, and the other men appeared to have taken to him as well. It was certainly a far cry from how Mr. Carter had been viewed after his and Angelica’s hurried elopement.

The thought made her stop. It was true, Alexander was receiving a much kinder reception from her family. Perhaps it was because of her father’s obvious approbation and support, but part of her could not help but wonder if it was because Alexander had done things properly. He had publicly courted Eliza, had sought her parents’ blessing after he had proposed to her, even revealing aspects of his life to them that could cost him that blessing, and yet being unwilling to lie, even by omission. He had not married her in a hurried ceremony in a dirty army camp, but instead had bowed to the traditions of her family and the desires of her parents. He had even taken leave from his important position as General Washington’s aide-de-camp to marry Eliza here, in her home and surrounded by her kin.

Eliza had not needed this large celebration. She was never one for ostentation. Still, she had recognized her parents’ desires and had bowed to them. But as she looked at Alexander, took in his obvious happiness at being so welcomed by her kin, Eliza could not help but think that perhaps Alexander had needed this too. He had told her enough of his childhood to know that he really had little kin to speak of. A dead mother, a father and brother that he had scant contact with, a half-brother who had taken everything and left him with nothing, and a few cousins who, although dear to him, were a world away and had no plans to close that distance.

But now, in marrying her as he had, Alexander had gained an enormous family, all of whom were warmly disposed to him. For someone whose life had been so lonely, it must have been a like water on the ground after a long drought.

Well, there would be no more of that, Eliza thought with a sudden fierceness. He had her family now, and most of all, he had her. They would build their own family, and he would never have to worry about being left alone again.

Glancing around, Eliza saw that no one else seemed to be readying to leave just yet, so she left her spot near the door and made her way towards the group congregating around Alexander. There was a great roar of laughter as she approached, and she smiled reflexively. “Excuse me, gentlemen,” she said, moving over to Alexander’s side and slipping her hand into his. “Might I borrow my husband?”

No one raised any objections, and Eliza had no trouble leading Alexander away from the crowd. She pulled him toward the back of the house, past the stairs – it wasn’t yet time for them to journey upstairs just yet – and into her father’s library. She nudged him inside and closed the door behind her. Turning back, she leaned against it and stared at Alexander. He stared back at her, looking amused. “How may I be of service, Mrs. Hamilton?” he asked, his eyes gleaming at her new name.

Eliza suspected it would be a long, long time before being called that lost its thrill. In fact, she hoped it never would. Still, she had no desire for coyness. Brazenly, she stepped up to him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed him fiercely.

Alexander did not object to her boldness, bringing his arms about her waist and returning the kiss. They stayed like that for several moments. When they finally broke apart, he asked somewhat breathlessly, “May I ask what that was for?”

Eliza did not stray far, keeping her arms draped loosely about him. She smiled and said, “Just to say how much I love you, my dearest Alexander.”

He laughed, “Well, then, if that is how you plan to say ‘I love you’ for the rest of our lives, my sweet Betsey, I shall say that I am the luckiest of men!”

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[1] Alexander Hamilton to Elizabeth Schuyler, 5 October 1780.

[2] I went diving into Google and Pinterest, looking for something that I could see as Eliza’s wedding dress. I could never find the complete ensemble that matched what I envisioned, but here is the fabric that came the closest (though the cut of the gown isn’t quite right, so ignore that).

[3] I’m honestly not entirely certain on this. I’ve read conflicting reports as to whether Angelica was present for Eliza and Alexander’s wedding. I learned from a recent livestream that even the interpreters at the Schuyler Mansion aren't completely sure either. Still, her absence seemed pretty plausible to me, so I went with it.

[serceleste]

hamilton thoughts part 6

This is the last part! For now anyway, lol. One day I’ll have time to watch the film again! It helps me de-stress and feel better. I still listen to the soundtrack regularly, and perhaps when the world gets a little more normal I might get the opportunity to see a live version...

It’s honestly a gift to be able to watch it over and over because there is so much going on, I’m so thankful for the opportunity not just to relive it but to be able to notice new things I didn’t catch before. I loved for example when I noticed behind Eliza in Helpless, Angelica is dancing with Washington, and then Washington goes off with Hamilton to the side for Angelica to then come after him.

And how Hamilton first sees Angelica in A Winter’s Ball, and you can see him getting right into flirt mode while she’s sizing him up. 

Speaking of flirting, in My Shot there’s kind of an awesome little moment where he’s doing his “heeeey” thing with the bartender when she passes him.

Hamilton’s line to Eliza (“if it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it”) is such a LINE but also it’s SO GOOD, like, damn, man. :D

Every time Eliza or Angelica sings about Hamilton’s eyes I’m just like… yassssss. Lin has the most beautiful, huge, dark eyes.

Angelica’s face in Satisfied when she says “I’ll leave you to it” absolutely murders me. 

Honestly so does Burr’s when Hamilton endorses Jefferson, even if it’s probably right. But he just looks so crushed!!

The way Lin and Leslie’s voices blend together in Dear Theodosia is so beautiful to me, I love listening to that song so much. Leslie is always A+ and Lin is great at harmonizing with other singers, but something about that duet in particular really gets me. It’s just a gorgeous song, too.

Jefferson blowing a kiss to the audience Virginia. <3

Jefferson’s cackle when he and Madison are all “you don’t have the votes” up in Hamilton’s face is one of my favorite things ever. And the way Madison is just “why he even brings the thunder”, lmaoooo.

When Jefferson drops the mic and Madison caches it. <333

When they use the rotating stage to show Hamilton reaching towards Angelica as she moves farther away from him and then he comes in closer to Eliza. Perfection.

The move from One Last Time to I Know Him is phenomenal, because you get a song that’s about Washington stepping down because he believes that’s what’s best for the country to King George who literally can’t understand not being in charge or what the poor little folks would do without him.

In Hurricane, the way it’s staged so that everyone, all the chaos, is circling around Hamilton like he is literally in the eye of a hurricane gives me chills.

In Ten Duel Commandments, when Hamilton is singing about leaving a letter for your next of kin, Laurens hands him his letter!

Maria hands Hamilton the quill to write the Reynolds Pamphlet with in Hurricane!

And then in One Last Time, I love the moment where Washington holds out the quill for Hamilton to write with and he finally takes it.

I know I keep talking about the letters but they just do such cool stuff with them! Jefferson scribbling his resignation during Washington On Your Side, then Washington getting it and reading it and passing it to Hamilton during One Last Time. 

Oh, and the literal raining of pamphlets during The Reynolds Pamphlet is great. That song is so chaotic in the best way.

It’s a really small moment but when Washington bows his head behind Eliza when she sings “I spoke out against slavery” in Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story, like he’s regretting HE didn’t do more, like he’s ashamed. Love.

The gasp gets me too. Like how when I first watched it I thought it was about Eliza being reunited with Hamilton, but the second time through I realized it’s not, really, because they’ve already had their moment, it’s about Eliza looking out at the audience and knowing that her husband is being celebrated, that she told his story, that it mattered, that all these people care. It’s so lovely.

I love watching the bows and how easy and affectionate they all are with each other. I’m still not over Daveed and Jonathan holding hands as they walk offstage.

Watching it just makes me feel so good, even if I’m bawling through the end. It’s such a great story, and it’s legit inspiring, the idea that if you want enough and believe enough and work hard enough, that you can make a difference, that your life can matter in a genuine way. We might not all get our faces on the 10 dollar bill, but we can make our own legacy. And, who the fuck knows, if a bastard orphan whore’s son immigrant can do it, maybe you will get on that 10 dollar bill. It’s so wonderfully optimistic in a way not a lot of things are, and when stuff is complete shit that really helps me.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[python-string]

the fact that your parents are kinnies is blowing my fucking mind but that aside...i need to know what they kin now for my own sanity or lack thereof

mom: Sailor Moon, Miss Piggy, Kagura Sohma (2001 anime specifically), Orihime Inoue, Miss Lovett, Angelica or Eliza from Hamilton (can't remember which), Sakura Haruno

dad: Izuku Midoriya, Kenshin Himura, Goku, Rukia Kuchiki, Luffy from One Piece, and someone from dot hack

I know they have others (especially my dad) but I can't remember because my childhood was bad but like. they used to straight up talk to me about their kin memories and about missing people from their canons. it was wild.

imagine being 7 and sitting in a car as your parents ship Sailor Moon and Goku but then having your dad tell you later in private that he thinks that relationship wouldn't work and then they break up like 10 years later. imagine the toll