#kinda like an Eliza from Hamilton situation

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I like to think that Ahsoka is a Jedi who lived to be like 100-200+ years old. Obviously I really love Ahsoka but all biases aside I think it would be very cool for Ahsoka to be the last Jedi left from the clone wars and got to live past the empire and the first order. Obviously we hear Ahsoka’s voice in rise of skywalker and this most likely means she is dead by the sequels but im still making my point.

Ahsoka from the beginning was one of the most hated Star Wars characters. She was some bratty teenage student to the beloved Anakin Skywalker. She fought in the clone wars, was supposed to die but was resurrected by the closest embodiment of the light side we have, was framed for a bombing, expelled from the Jedi order, came back and fought for Mandalore, survived order 66, survived the rise of the empire, and the rebellion, and currently continues the fight for peace. Ahsoka some bratty teenager that was expelled from the Jedi order had outlived almost everyone from the order. I just think it’s symbolic in a way for a character like Ahsoka to live long enough to tell multiple generations of the original order, of Anakin the chosen one, stories of everything she experienced.

Personally I think it would be cool butttt that might just be me 😎😭

[hamiltrash-thoughts]

I literally just created this blog to write about this like I could've written this anywhere else but wanted to talk about this here anyways

Just imagined (actually, it has been on my mind for the past two days) a song between We Know and Hurricane, and it was like----

It's kind of immediate after Burr, Jefferson and Madison exit Hamilton's office, and he's pacing around while having an internal conflict because he doesn't know if he can trust them and be sure they wouldn't try to use his affair with Maria Reynolds against him and his mind is just racing while he's trying to figure out what to do so the situation won't get out of control and his legacy isn't ruined and-

Who appears out of nowhere? BOOM! JOHN LAURENS

(more like his ghost but you get it)

Like, literally in the same spot where he last appeared, in Laurens' Interlude----

They look at each other, Alex kinda shocked like "Laurens????"

And Laurens like "Hamilton.", stoned face while looking at his friend.

Alex is turning away because "You shouldn't be here, you're supposed to be gone."

And John is trying to call his attention because he knows Alex fucked up but by how stressed his friend looked, he had to help him figure out what to do.

And basically most of the song is both of them debating, Alexander saying that he had to do something to guarantee that his enemies wouldn't share his affair with the public and absolutely destroy his legacy, while Laurens is just there trying to convince Ham to leit it go and to not give attention to them because, fuck it, he knew Alex and he knew that, if he were to do anything, he'd end up fucking up everything even more (at least, thinking like this as if Laurens chilled out after his death — after all, it was his own recklessness that got him killed in the first place).

But Hamilton's mind is just so confused that he just shouts to make Laurens shut up, and yells at him how he wasn't there for him when he needed the most.

Then there's like a little pause then Laurens sings:

L: I trusted you like I didn't trust my own mind

I could've never find anyone as astonishing as your kind

And I've lived for you until the last day of my life

So I won't let you ruin yours the way I ruined mine.

((if you got the hint YES Laurens is singing the same way as Angelica in "Satisfied" when she talks about Eliza: just to give a sort of "hint" to how Laurens felt about Hamilton when he was alive)

And probably it's just that part of the song where everything is a mess — Hamilton, more specifically — and then close to the end it's basically

H: I can't let this go, how could I ever go on?

H/L (at the same time): I can't let it gooo/You could let it goooo

And there's a little pause, they look at each other, and then Laurens says/sings:

L: I have to go...

And just when he turns away to get off the stage, Hamilton calls for him.

H: Wait! John. You're the last friend that I got.

L: Alexander. Do not throw away your shot.

(they quoting each other from Stay Alive----)

And then Laurens goes away and Hurricane starts as Hamilton seems to be having an even bigger existencial crisis.

So, I did have some inspirations, since Hamilton has this really interesting element (which I love a lot) of bringing previous songs' lyrics to new songs, as if to "reinforce" their meanings.

First off, I would like to say that, for the concept of the song, I was inspired by a cut song named "I have this friend". Unfortunately, it never made it past the draft. But the premise is pretty much Hamilton getting anxious about the affair and having told about it to TJ, JM and AB, and so he runs to Washing(dad)ton asking advice for "a friend" of his (himself. Because, haha, what friend are you talking about, Alex? They're either dead or kilometers away from you, the only thing that lasted for you was enemies). Even though I like the song, I guess it was for the better it remained at how it is. Or else, the timeline would've been too messy, since, in the song, Washington is still president, and "We Know" happens after he steps down. Unless Hamilton went to Washington on Mount Vernon, but I think Alex would've been too stubborn to do all this to talk about it to someone else he trusted. But yeah, you see where I came from. Hamilton getting advices from his dead friend/lover. ♡

Obviously, I HAD to put a "Satisfied" reference in this song because you can't tell me Laurens didn't drink his ass off so he could avoid thinking of the fact his lover was getting married and there was nothing he could do. So, making Laurens sing to "Satisfied" can imply that, in that time, he had the same heartbreak Angelica had when Alex married Eliza. So yeah, gay sadness, yay.

Also, I'm very obsessed with the song "Let it Go" (no, not from Frozen. The cut song from Hamilton), just listening to Washington and Eliza sing to prevent Alexander from doing anything stupid... it's a really good song. I wish Lin had kept this song alongside the original version of Schuyler Defeated in the Broadway version, they are awesome, and explain a lot about Burr's situation, alongside his family's. But I suppose they were cut because of the time, which is a shame. If they actually were in the musical, I swear I would've made this a "Let it Go (Reprise)" (since I think it would fit way better if these two songs were part of the musical, since it would be, like I said, a "comeback" to them, especially with Laurens saying "You could let it go" to Hamilton).

And finally, a special mention to the workshop version of Hurricane, which has brought me to tears every time I listened to it!!!! I understand that it was cut because of the time between Hurricane and The Reynolds Pamphlet (rip Anthony Ramos for having to play the dead gay lover and the son of Hamilton at the same time), but it was such a shameee. Just that single line put so much depth into Alex and John's relationship, simply by saying that Laurens would be the single person that could stop Hamilton from doing the greatest shit of his life. That, for me, says enough for itself.

(Yes, Laurens' saying "Or you could let it go" inspired me in the same line as Let it Go, but I had to mention it because no one talks about it and it's frustrating).

As for what I thought for the song itself, sure, I had to think on a reason to WHY Laurens would have appeared just now, but then, what I had in mind basically was: The song, more than anything, represents the internal conflict Hamilton is going through. Laurens would be a metaphor for Hamilton's more logical side, while Hamilton himself represent his emotional, impulsive side (which we know he is A LOT). Again, his logic claiming for himself to calm down and think straight (something he isn't ahem sorry I swear I'll take this seriously), while his intiscts are SCREAMING for him to do something, because he just KNOWS TJ, AB and JM could take advantage of their "secret" at any moment.

Now, you might ask: "Why Laurens?". Then I'll tell you.

In "Hurricane Workshop", Hamilton sings "The friend who would tell me not to do it is in the ground.".

Laurens represents Hamilton's logical side because Ham KNEW Laurens would say to him NOT to do something so stupid. They were way too close, they knew each other better than anyone could ever imagine. Hamilton knew Laurens would be the only person who could convince him to not write the Reynolds Pamphlet. Or, perhaps, the only person he would at least try to talk about the affair (that is, probably when he feels way too insecure about anyone else finding out, so he trusts his best friend to vent about everything that's happening). He sees in Laurens someone he can rely on, someone he could count at any time, his ride or die, his closest friend, or even more than just that. Since Hamilton never gave himself time to grieve his friend's death, he still imagines, wonders, practically wishes to know how things would be if Laurens was there for him. And when he has no one else to turn, he just... wonders what would his dear friend do. What would he tell him? Would he smack him in the head for being so ridiculous? Would he make him laugh it off? Would he take him to drink and celebrate the freedom they conquered (the freedom John never got to experience)? Would he embrace him and tell him everything would be okay? Would he tell him he loved him---?

Hamilton never let himself grieve Laurens' death, so Laurens' ghost (whether literally or psychologically, it's up to you) is haunting him to this day. And in a moment of stress like this, when he has no one else to talk to, he just wishes he had Laurens by his side, so he wouldn't have to go through this alone and, ultimately, do something very stupid. Which, guess what, he DID.

And then there's the fact that even if "Laurens" warned him and tried to guide him, Hamilton STILL thought that the only way to get out of this situation was to write about the affair and publish it himself. So you could say Laurens had failed to advise Hamilton, or rather, Ham had interpreted him wrong. I really can imagine John on the other side looking at Alex after he publishes the Reynolds Pamphlet and thinking: "Okay, I told you to not throw away your shot, AND THEN YOU DECIDED TO DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT I TOLD YOU????"

Now, if it's a metaphor involving Laurens, or if it's really his ghost there, it's just something that the public could get their individual interpretations about (if it was in the show). After all, such a complex thing couldn't be simply explained by only visualization. It'd be funny to see people's theories and them catching references from the song. I know this is not even a thing, and it might sound very cliche, but I really liked it :'D

Someone p l e a s e write this song. Or a fanfiction. Idk I just loved this idea for some reason. Maybe because it has been only recently that I've accepted my love for Lams (I have navigated on the "Lams" tag for the past week and I'm obsessed) and I'm finally back to my Hamilton phase.

Yeah, that's my idea, I guess. I know I rambled a lot, but I couldn't hold myself. I hope y'all like it. And English is not my first language, and I'm sure I wrote something wrong, so please, be kind 😅

[hailey-with-an-i]

i made a lams one shot a while ago and i figured i’d share it here :)) in which laurens is a caricature artist and he meets alex by chance !

John Laurens hated his fucking job. There was no way to sugarcoat it. He simply couldn’t stand it: the early mornings, the late nights, the large crowds of people… it really wasn’t his scene. Besides, regardless of how big the crowds were, he still only managed to earn close to minimum wage, despite standing in the bitter cold for several hours on end.

This wasn’t how his life was supposed to go. He was supposed to get out of college, make a living selling his art, then get married and have two kids. Technically, he had graduated already, but selling caricatures on the side of a New York City boardwalk was certainly not what he meant by “making a living.” After all, he was still sharing a small apartment- which, keep in mind, was certainly not meant for three people- with his best friend, Lafayette, as well as Lafayette’s boyfriend. He was also still single, but admittedly, that wasn’t the worst of his problems. He was only twenty-three; he knew he still had time.

He didn’t even quite understand how he got into the situation in the first place. Sure, he remembered coming out to his father and getting kicked out of the house, and he remembered begging Lafayette to let him stay with him. But for the life of him, he couldn’t remember how he came to work at this stupid pier. If he’d known what he was getting himself into, he would’ve never even considered applying for a job there, or coming out to his father. At least then he’d still have access to his trust fund.

Maybe that was why he despised working there so much: maybe it was because he got to see all the happy tourists and families come by and make memories that he knew he’d never have the opportunity to make. Or maybe it was because he knew that, even with his many years of experience in the field of art, drawing caricatures was probably going to be the height of his artistic career. Nevertheless, he knew that he still had to get paid, so...

“I’d better be getting paid extra for this,” John whined, leaning his weight against the cotton candy booth next to his. It was run by a constantly hyper Peggy Schuyler, and her older sister Eliza. They had a third sister, too, but she was off in law school while her sisters were still in college. John never quite understood why they worked there, as they were stupidly wealthy, but he also didn’t want to question it; he enjoyed their company anyway.

He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, which provided no real source of warmth, and let out a shaky breath. “It’s fucking freezing,” he continued.

“Come on, Jackie,” Eliza retorted, “you know George isn’t gonna be happy if he sees you away from your post.”

“You know what? Fuck this. Fuck George. Why do I have to sit there looking stupid when there’s no one even stopping by?”

Peggy joined the two and giggled, beginning to tangle her fingers into John’s wild curls, which were pulled back into an attempt at a ponytail. “He’s got a point, ‘liza,” the younger girl added.

“Don’t encourage him,” Eliza said, shooting her a look, then directing her attention back to John. “You’ve gotta stop cursing, too. You never know when there’s gonna be kids nearby.”

He sighed. “I know. It’s just frustrating.” He turned on his phone to check the time, then groaned when he realized he still had an hour before he could go home. He trudged over to his own booth and sat down in the wooden stool.

In all honesty, even though he wanted to go home pretty badly, he didn’t mind this part of the day. It was the time of day where things slowed down exponentially. And while that wasn’t good for his wallet necessarily, and it was uneventful at times, it also meant that he could rest his cramping hand until he could go home.

John pulled his phone back out of his pocket and looked on social media, absentmindedly liking the photos in his feed. Each picture was almost identical to the last, so he found himself liking them to occupy his time, not because they were actually interesting.

He smiled when he realized that he’d successfully killed time for thirty minutes. That meant that there were around thirty minutes until he could go home and go to sleep.

“Hey, are you still open?”

John’s head snapped up at the sudden voice, and he was visibly startled. He was getting ready to say, “no, actually,” but he quickly bit his tongue as the man looked at him curiously, a timid smile on his face that made John’s heart skip a beat.

“Yeah, yeah, come have a seat,” John said, gesturing to the stool in front of him. He complied, setting his things down on the ground beside him. John quickly reviewed the script for what he said to customers mentally. He thought it was weird at first that there was a script, but he learned that it actually helped him, especially when he didn’t know what to say… which was a lot.

“Would you like it to be colored or just black and white?” he asked, and watched as the man’s expression turned pensive.

“I’ll just have black and white, please,” he responded. This was fine by John, after all, he wanted to be done as soon as possible.

John reached into his pencil case and grabbed a pencil and a black marker. “So, what’s your name?” John questioned, studying the other man’s face for a second before going to sketch it.

“My name’s Alexander,” he said as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear, “-Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton.”

“Oh, nice! My name’s John Laurens.” An painfully awkward silence loomed over them.“Are you from New York, or are you visiting?” he asked.

Alexander shifted uncomfortably in the stool. “I guess you could say I’m visiting,” he explained. “Is it obvious?”

John shook his head frantically. “No, no, I just wasn’t sure.” That was sort of a lie. He could tell he wasn’t from New York because of the amount of layers he was wearing (sure, John was cold, but Alexander had to be wearing at least four jackets), and because of the slightest hint of an accent in his voice.

“Well, I just came here from the Caribbean, so I’m just trying to find somewhere to live.” John nodded, and decided that he had talked enough for the time being, and that he should focus on finishing the caricature.

As he continued to examine his face, he could help but notice that the man was actually fairly attractive.

His smile was bright and welcoming, that somehow made John feel warm inside despite the freezing temperature. He also took note of the fact that he had wide dark brown eyes, flecked with hazel and gold.

“You have pretty eyes,” John said under his breath. He hadn’t even realized that he’d said it until he heard Hamilton laugh lightheartedly at the comment, and John could feel his face darken with embarrassment. That was definitely not in the script. “God, I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”

“No, it’s okay. Thank you. I think you have pretty eyes, too.”

“Oh, uh… thanks…” John wanted to end himself right then and there. He really needed to learn how to filter himself.

“So, how long have you been drawing?” Alexander inquired, and John was thankful that he changed the subject.

“For as long as I can remember,” he told him. “I’ve always loved it. I just love the concept of it, you know? Being able to put something in your brain onto paper.”

“I never really thought of it like that,” Alex shrugged. John grinned crookedly at the man, putting away his pencil and uncapping the black marker to outline the sketch.

“What about you? What do you like to do?”

“Nothing interesting,” Alex said, almost mechanically. “I like writing, and debating, and reading, of course.”

“Why wouldn’t that be interesting?”

Alex stared at the ground awkwardly, running a hand through his thick locks of hair. “I don’t know. Being able to write well isn’t the same as being able to draw well.”

“I’d argue differently,” John replied. “Sure, they’re different categories of hobbies, but I can’t write for shit. I’d give anything to be a good writer.”

“I’m sure you’re just being modest.” John raised an eyebrow at him.

“I barely passed English in high school because I was so bad at writing. That, and I was so focused on art class that I kinda neglected my other classes, but that’s a different story.”

“You should give yourself more credit,” Alexander said. He checked the time on his watch. “I thought these things were supposed to take, like, five minutes? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re dragging this out on purpose.”

Once again, John felt his face burning bright red as he’d realized that he was right. He hadn’t even noticed that he put slightly more detail than he usually did, or that he’d even started to color the picture with crayons he hadn’t even realized he’d taken from his bag.

“Aw, shit,” John whispered, clutching his hair in his hand.

Alex raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, calm down. I was just joking,” he said with amusement. “You know, you’re cute, John Laurens.”

He was almost angry at the beautiful stranger. How dare he make him flustered and tongue-tied with a simple remark? In less than fifteen minutes?

“Thanks,” he choked out, unable to think of anything else to say. “I, uh… I’m pretty much done.”

After a few finishing touches, John was finally satisfied with the way the caricature looked. He put away his art supplies and turned the canvas around to show Alex his caricature.

His heart nearly pounded out of his chest as he was met with Alexander’s awestruck expression. “This is so cool!” he exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise.

John felt a strange sense of pride, but also relief at the Caribbean man’s reaction. He typically never had to worry about people liking his drawings, but this time felt different. This time, he felt like he had to prove himself to this man that he’d never met before.

“You even made my nose look good! Incredible!” John raised his eyebrows at him.

“What’s wrong with your nose?”

“It’s just so… there. I don’t know.”

“And you said you’re a writer?” John teased, earning a glare from Alex.

“What I mean is that it’s so… protuberant. I hate it.”

“I actually happen to like your nose, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Alex fished into his pocket and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill, placing it into John’s hand.

John stood up from the stool, only to be stopped by Alexander. “Where are you going?”

“Oh, I’m just getting your change. Don’t worry, I’m not charging you for the coloring… that was my bad.” Alex shook his head, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

“No, no, that’s not necessary.”

“But… it’s only ten dollars. Didn’t you see the sign?”

“I saw it. But I want you to keep the change.”

John hesitated, before finally saying, “Are you sure?” Alex gave him another unamused look. “I’m just saying, if you need extra money for a hotel or something, you’re gonna regret giving me extra.”

“I want you to have it, okay?” Alexander clearly wasn’t going to budge, so John gave in and slipped the money into his pocket.

“If you say so…”

Alex stood up and brushed off his clothes, then picked up his things off the ground. “It was really nice meeting you, John.”

“You, too, Alexander.” John felt himself smile at the way his name rolled off his tongue, sweet and smooth like caramel.

He waved goodbye to him with a disappointed frown. His stomach dropped as he watched him walk away, then completely disappear into the crowd of bustling New Yorkers, eager to get home after a long day just like John was.

He wanted to smack himself.

He should’ve asked him on a date, or asked him for his number at least- because there was no way in hell that he would be able to find Alex again.

He didn’t have time to wallow in his own self pity, because he then saw the two sisters walking by his booth.

“Hey John! Get any more customers?” Peggy asked.

John nodded slowly, pulling the wrinkled twenty dollar bill out of his pocket and showing it to them.

“Twenty, huh? I guess today’s your lucky day.”

“I guess,” John mumbled, going to put the money back in his pocket. As he was doing so, he saw a small piece of paper fly out from in between the folds of the dollar, landing on the cement. He furrowed his eyebrows, bewildered, and bent over to pick up the piece of paper.

It was a sticky note, John had suddenly realized. He unfolded it reluctantly, unsure of why his heartbeat accelerated so much, only to see a set of digits- that he could tell were hastily scribbled down- next to a name.

“Alexander,” he whispered inaudibly, a wide smile growing on his face as he stared at the messily written numbers on the sticky note.

It was then that John concluded that maybe his job wasn’t as bad as he thought.

[brokenwordsarehard]

Hamilton as Maribat

 Helloooooo, so I have seen other people do Maribat x Hamilton, so I have made character dot points and whatnot (I have posted this on one of my other blogs ages ago but I have heavily edited it and changed it, so I decided to post it here instead)  

- As a musical obsessed idiot, what about jasonette as “Hamilton”?????? Anyone ?? Like I don’t read it really watch Batman or dc, like except when it was on tv and I was bored (no offence to dc fans) so I only really know the characters through wiki and fanfic what a character is like, So if I mess up the characters and it isn’t like what they are at all, I’m sorry dc fans!!!! (I’m only familiar with the Miraculous characters) So onto the characters!!! (Ps in this Jason ain’t going to die from the joker as a teen and be brought back to life unless you want to, I just don’t think it will make a lot of sense since Hamilton is based on a real-life story, and I don’t Lazarus pits exist in this world, unless …)

Alexander Hamilton - Jason Todd. So from what I can tell he likes literature and has a fairly good grasp at it. In the dc universe, he was a street kid, so it’s like after Hamilton’s parents died, they both did what they do to survive. Like both their fathers left (Technically he died, but you can make whatever you want ) and both their mums died ( Jason’s mum has a drug overdose I think, and Hamilton’s mum died from a fever ) so you could change it to that the mum did drugs ( though I would doubt she would be able to afford it at the time Hamilton takes place, or if you are changing the time it could be different) and they both had to do whatever it took to survive, by stealing, bartering and all that good stuff…

Eliza Hamilton - Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Like Eliza and Marinette are just sweethearts who are both hopeless romantics (get the reference?) And they both are just nice, good people who probably trust and fall in love too easily. Like I could totally see Eliza as Marinette and they both setting up orphanages and Marinette making baked goods for them and then the little kids being grateful and just ahhhhh!!!

Angelica - Kagami (since I ship Alya with Nino too much) the look similar and both are fiercely loyal to ones they love and won't be afraid to hurt someone's feelings and both have a legacy to hold up (Like Angelica has to marry a rich guy because she is a firstborn Female, while Kagami has to hold up the family name in fencing by being the best) Whilst their personalities may be different as in Kagami is not very emotional often being cold, they still are similar a lot more ways than one could think

Peggy - This could be a DC character because besides Sabrina (who I kinda feel like it could be a bit weird to be Peggy and having a sister bond with Marinette and Kagami). It could be Chole but I feel like Chole would have more character than Peggy does

Phillip Schuyler (Eliza’s, Angelica's and Peggy’s dad) - It could be Mayor Boursiour (I hope I spelt it correctly) since he is a politician (a good one can be debatable) or Tom Dupain-Cheng, or even Tomoe (Kagami’s canon mother)

Phillip Hamilton (Eliza and Alexander’s son) - I think this has to be an OC character since like it would feel weird for a canon character to be their child, but I don't know. 

Aron Burr - It could be quite a few characters, like maybe Adrien, because both are adamant on standing on the sidelines instead of taking initiative. Other characters could be Roy Harper since from what I have heard, in the dc universe they are good mates (I'm not sure though), it could even be Bruce Wayne, maybe, I’m not sure though. I wouldn’t think joker would be him since like in “the world was wide enough” and the scene where Hamilton was about to die, he was saying “Bur, my first friend, my enemy” and I don’t think the joker would be friends with Jason though… or maybe Nino?? And he married Alya, who is Theodosia????? I don’t know I’m just throwing some ideas around people!!

Maria Reynolds - Lila Rossi. Come on people, it seems pretty perfect to me (not saying that Lila is a slut or anyone, just to be clear) both of them are using others to gain themselves and Lila has shown that she can get very touchy. I think in Hamilton, the lady lies about her situation (but I am not sure), and Lila just lies about everything, to be honest. So yeahhhh

Hamilton’s friends - Bat brothers, aka Dick Grayson, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne (or his last name before moving to Gotham). Like I’m not sure who Damian would be, but I feel like Laurence would be Dick though since they both have similar personalities (in my opinion)

Thomas Jefferson - ???. I’m not sure who can fit in this category tbh. Maybe It could be Black Mask (i don't know his character a lot I just found out he was an arch-enemy towards Jason)

John Adams - ???. I really don't know who it could be tbh but you could another Gotham villain

King George III - I think this one is Joker since they both seem insane (well joker is obviously insane whilst King George seems insane in the musical, or at least high on something)

Ok so I think that’s all the main characters sorted out, so what do you think??? I probably won’t write it (maybe if I learn peoples actual background and come up with a timeline), but anyone can use this idea as long as you credit me, or mention this was my idea, and please tag me if you do do it!!! I would love to see your works!!

If you change this idea a bit and Jason is adopted by Bruce in the modern era, then the two people can meet at a Wayne Gala??? There can be a lot of things that change in this depending on what year it is based and what it is most similar to.

I hope this idea can be inspirational and I hope to see someone do something with this idea (I don’t think anyone would see this) and I can’t wait to see what people might do to this idea!

[idontworkforsega]

Wow, how many did I scavenged?

And also, I should’ve done this in the first place (silly me)

“Sonic!Boom head canon: Sonic, with Valentines’ Day approaching, asks Sticks if Amy has mentioned anything to her about wanting Sonic to do something for her (and of course she has). Sticks, however, mixes up what Amy has said, and chaos ensues. (What do you think?)” | “Could you do a knuckles-and-sticks headcanon: possibly sticks needs someone to go on a hunt/chase after something whacky, and the others are too grounded to believe her? I’m intrigued as to how sticks will get along with the others ;) thanks!” | “For the prompt meme: #1 with SonAmy, please? And could I please have it in the cyborg Sonic AU I explained to you in message? Thank you <3” | “for a promp, how about the Sonic Boom Picnic? How did Amy convince Sonic(or maybe Sonic was the one to ask but wanted to act cool about it) to go on it? What happened before Orbot ruined it and after?” | “May I request something like Boom!Amy on the spotlight? Or anything that involves Amy taking the attention away. Believe me, we all had that phase where we want a character to be on the center stage. Your fics are awesome btw! :-)” | “Hi! I have a prompt, however it’s a little different than the ones you have been given. Here it goes: Sonic, Knuckles, Tails, and Amy venture to Blaze’s world to help her and Silver with something (you can feel free to be creative in regards to what this something is) It isn’t necessarily a SonAmy prompt, but some hints would be appreciated ;) Have fun with it! 😊” | “Oh, you’re doing a prompt! It’s really hard to choose, but I would ask for sonamy in #4 (amy is the angry one ofc haha) or #5 (sonic is saying that)? I can imagine a situation like those! :D and thanks!” | “Soooo I was wondering, maybe you could write a kinda story about Sonic and Amy being a lil bit older (so amy is not 12 lol, maybe shes 16?) and being secret lovers? I dont mind if they’re actually dating or not, but it would be so cool if they had these "make up sessions” in secret or something. If you can set it up in Modern, please? Thanks!“ | "ok ok hun, sweetie, you… you have to continue that prompt! please!!! you know the one with the new character in Sonic Forces and is evil and Amy Rose and Sonic coming for her BUT SHE IS NOT THERE HE TOOK HER WAY omg I need more of that!!! PLEASE I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING </3” | “What’s your ideal Sonamy hint that could be in Forces? Not like a love confession, something that is actually somewhat feasible to see in a Sonic game. Love your blog!” | “Can you do a boom sonamy prompt? Like sonic realizing he likes amy? And she is kinda like "whaaaats goin on?” just a collection of sonic acting adorable and embarassed around her is good for me :)“ | "I’ve had this idea for a while but imagine a more mature sonamy (& by mature i mean older like in their early adulthood or something xD) , like sonic coming to terms with his feelings for amy and deciding to do something about it perhaps? i trust you fully with this and your amazing capability to write! (You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to but i would just loveeeee to see it) You’re the best my pal !” | “Hi! If you aren’t too busy, would you mind writing a modern or classic (your pick) sonamy prompt? So, a new hedgehog arrives, and *somehow* falls madly in love with Amy. And Amy, being the person she is, is flustered, but is still loyal to Sonic. You know. 😅 And during this, Sonic is annoyed and maybe even a biy jelly. Again, please write this whenever you feel like, because I wouldn’t mind, and don’t want to be a burden. Thank you! :)” | “Ok, are you still doing Sonamy prompts? ‘cause if you are, here’s a 'silly’ one: Remember how you said you wanted to do an actual GOOD SonamyShad love triangle? Ok. Now, have you heard 'Satisfied’ from the Hamilton musical? There, see. Eliza is Amy, but if you want to, you can switch Sonic and Shadow for Alexander or Angelica, you can make Shadow the outcast or you can do a platonic/romantic Sonamy where he is the outcast! (not sonadow) IDK, I just love the feels. :’) You’re the best!” | “Hey this is kinda random, but how would Amy react to the custom character asking for love advice or something?” | “Here’s a sad Sonamy AU: Years later, Amy has move on from Sonic and only sees him as a close friend. While he just does his own thing, he ends up falling for her, but nobody knows this and he fakes his way through. He helps Amy and she ends up marrying, He’s sad but still can pull off a smile. She asks him to dance but he despises slow dances, she offers to teach him and he gives up. Some blushy moments later and he accidently confesses his love for her. What’s next is up to you. ;) (Not Boom)” | “Do you know that thing where people say if you ignore a guy they’ll notice you more? Do you think you could do a prompt of someone telling Amy that and she attempts it on Sonic, only to take it too far and have Sonic go in a downward spiral of longing?” | “Hey! I really love your prompts! They make my day! I was thinking…have you seen that boom!sonamy comic where they’re in a cave on a mission and Sonic is expecting Amy to maybe try to flirt with him? Could it be something along those lines? It’s ok if you don’t do this, I’m sure you have plenty other requests too lol I’ve been craving some good sonamy fics and who better to go to than you? ;)” | “If you’re still doing prompts off of pictures I was wondering if you could do one with this? It doesn’t have to follow it exactly, just the idea of Amy going super would be great ^^” (Art Prompt Trade from @mangaanonymous) | “OK so I need you to find some prompt memes that I can pick from for you to write shadamy and sonamy to cuz I got a craving now thanks to you 😃” | “Amy kicked and squirmed, being held perfectly horizontal in the clutches of the giant robot…” <- first sentence of the prompt | “Tryin’ to keep it Canon” | “Can I have some more jealous boom!Sonic please? I like seeing him fuss over Amy, it’s quite adorable xD (btw your Sly Cooper au’s are the best things to happen to me :D)” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt about sonic and amy raising a child? I don’t think you have done this before, have you?” | “Modern Amy: Just tell me! ~ Boom!Amy: I-pfft! I have no idea what you’re even talking about! -shifts in seat-” Does chats like this also counts? | “Could you maybe write a Boom!sonamy prompt where Sonic and Amy are flirting or arguing and knuckles and Tails are getting quite annoyed and so one of them yells "just start dating already” and things get awkward? Thank you!!“ | "Sonic: Tails? What even is Sonamy, anyway?” | “Maybe you could do a prompt of everyone playing a board game that Amy has." 

That’s all I got…

~For now *sneers

Stay awesome Miss Marya <3

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My dear, you are amazing, thank you!

However, can you please send me these in small turns? I’m afraid it’s too much and I can’t just go through Mayra’s stuff and find all these prompts and come back to this and remember which ones I have found and which I haven’t... I lose my spot.

If any of you wonderful Cuties (What Mayra call her followers) find any of these prompts and check the notes to see that ‘Idontworkforsega’ (Me) hasn’t reblogged them yet, could you please send a link or a way to search the prompt to me? I would be very grateful!

I know there are many prompts out there I haven’t gotten to yet, and your help means the world to me and Cutegirlmayra! But I just need help in sorting these out in smaller submissions or asks instead of all at once. And an easier way to find them would be appreciated!

Thank you for your hard work, you’re amazing, it truly shows we all want Mayra’s handiwork safe and sound somewhere. I’m hard at work right there with you!

[otomelavenderhaze]

11/11/11 Tag

Tagged by the sweetie @guardians-of-las-vyxen (gal, I love you forever for tagging me on this). 

I will took the liberty of speaking about Neshaa and May. 

1. What is your OC’s favorite pattern or print?

Neshaa would like anything with stars/galaxies/nebulas (in red or in dark blue/black) and of course May would like anything in flowers patterns (in a color that matches her and with a balanced/artistic desing). 

2. What do you like best about your OC?

I like how Neshaa is so cheerful, she really feels like a sun to me - warm, bright and captivating - and that comes from everything that she is: her back story, her desing, her personality and even her powers - I love how she is not “normal”. 

May’s “voice in my head” is alot more emotional and calmer than Neshaa’s. I love how May is mature and still so sweet, so full of feelings and flaws. 

3. What annoys you most about your OC?

Neshaa’s desing KKKK is the thing that I love about her and also the thing that annoys me. Cuz its so hard to not forget the freaking butterfly in her cheek, SO HARD! *sobbing*

May’s hair- it is a nightmare to draw it in her normal hairstyle. Thats why I created the “loose” version, cuz I wanted to enjoy more draw her :’) 

4. What fandom or original work is your OC from?

Mcl and Mclul (Neshaa don’t really exist in mclul, its basically a complety different environment that I created for her and Armin after mcl, you can say that the only thing that I didn’t changed in it was the fact that Alexy will meet and be with Morgan).

5. What inspired you to create your OC the way you did?

Neshaa was inspired in anime characters as such: InuYasha and Tomoe (kamisama hajimemashita). And honestly, any character that have powers, is kinda problematic, need to hide their powers and struggle with two sides of them. 

I was very inspired for Hamilton to create May, more specifically Szin’s desing for Angelica. She also have a little bit of Eliza on her now that I think about it, I tried to come up with a character that looked more like me in my personal tastes, because I liked the idea of Candy being in a Art Major and I really wanted a character that I could relate better to, maybe have more fun with. I wanted May to be a poc, hardwork, independent, but very emotional woman (my sister, even in this very fine day, still calls May of Angelica just to tease me kkkkkkk).

6. Has your OC changed any from their original design?

Not much besides their hair. Neshaa had like... 4/5 different hairstyles? I guess when I started playing at first Neshaa had brown hair and brown eyes too, but that changed pretty quickly and didn’t changed much since.

When I was trying to figure out what I wanted for May, I nearly did her with silver/grey eyes - but that changed shortly too. 

I can’t say about major changes, because my art style is so inconstant.

7. What is your OC’s sexuality? Did you choose it for any specific reason?

Neshaa is bissexual - cuz there is not enough bissexuals characters out of there and, as being bissexual myself, I didn’t wanted her to be straight. I didn’t much with her sexuality... cuz she did ended up with Armin and such. Thats why May is straight kkkkkkkk cuz I knew that she would end up with Rayan kkkkk but I don’t mind if other’s ship her with female characters at all. 

8. If your OC has a pet, what is it? If they do not, what sort of pet would they want?

PFFF, I LOVEEEE THE PET QUESTION AND I WILL ALWAYS ANSWER THE SAME THING: Neshaa is the pet! KKKKK When Rocket dies, she and Armin wouldn’t have another pet, because of her fox form. Neshaa normally scares small animals with her presence - Rocket tho, was the weird exception. Neshaa is not much of a pet person. 

And May will have a cat, I didn’t decided the breed yet but it will probably be a stray cat (Rayan is going to give it to her after she quitting her second job, there is a whole long ass hc about that). 

9. Does your OC have a power? What is it?

Neshaa have 3 forms (human, fox and kitsune), she can summon ghost fire (blue) that can burn or not burn ppl (when it don’t burn, its purifies things), she is also strong than a normal human (if she don’t control her strength, she can easily break somebody’s bone) and still she is physically weaker than a normal kitsune. Neshaa can also enter in other’s ppl dream for a short time period and create small illusions.

Also, its not really a power, but humans can feel easily attracted to her (in a friendship sense and in a sexual sense sometimes) - its not super duper strong, there is ppl that absolutely hate her, but its like a defense mechanism that helps it blend in better.

Seems like she is pretty op, but y’all should check out what normal Kitsunes can do kkkkk some can dirtorce the time and space :’) (but maybe I overdid it, just maybe kkk)

May’s super power is know how to use painting and draw better than me, what is not very hard *sobbing*

10. What has been your favorite part of creating your OC?

Is see how their personality and backstory is taking shape and changing - that you only learn with the time and how they interact with different situations, different characters and experience new things.

11. Do you have any current fandom interests or original content in the works that you are in the process of creating characters for?

I’m always in process of doing something and never finishing them complety... I was working in my Stardew Valley ocs (now I have two), I have a idea for a oc in mclul that works in the Snake Room (that I’ve in my head but I have never drew him)... and lately... I’m beeen thinking about something that i prefeer not say now :’) I want to show when I have it done. 

Now, my questions: 

What kind of song your two favorite main ocs like hearing? 

What would be your oc’s favorite movie when they were kids? 

What takes to make your oc fall in love for someone? And why? 

What is the craziest scenario that you ever pictured your oc in? 

If your oc had 3 wishes to make, what would she/he choose? 

What inspired you to create your OC the way you did?

What oc that you created and grew dearly to you with time? 

What was the most painful thing that you writed/drew with one of your ocs? 

What would be your favorite oc Hogwards house? Why? 

Describe a place where your own would feel safer and more peaceful?

Do you have any current fandom interests or original content in the works that you are in the process of creating characters for?

I will tag: @otome-aeriie, @badgalasuna, @kurohabl, @dailygila, @colombia-chan, @murdererowl, @irene-yorokobi, @loonylein, @moonywithoutpadfoot, @hipster-writer-official (for some reason I couldn’t get to tag you).

Anyone that feels like it, feel free to do so and maybe tag me!

[fandomfanaticandanalyst]

Eliza Hamilton : Mr. Vice President, Mister Madison, Senator Burr. What is this?

Jefferson : We have the check stubs, from separate accounts.

Madison : Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts

Burr : To a Mister James Reynolds way back in seventeen ninety-one

Eliza : Is that what you have, are you done?

Madison : Your husband is uniquely situated by virtue of his position

Jefferson : Though 'virtue' is not a word I'd apply to this situation

Madison : To seek financial gain, to stray from his sacred mission

Jefferson : And the evidence suggests he's engaged in speculation

Burr : An immigrant embezzling our government funds

Jeff and Mads : I can almost see the headline, his career is done

Burr : I hope you saved some money for your daughter and sons

B/J/M : He best g'wan run back where he came from~

Eliza : Ha! you don't even know what you're asking me to confess.

B/J/M : Confess?

Eliza : You have nothing, I don't have to tell you anything at all,Unless....

B/J/M : Unless?

Eliza : If I can prove that he never broke the law,Do you promise not to tell another soul what you saw?

Burr (Slightly confused) : No one else was in the room where it happened

Eliza (Frustrated) : Is that a yes?

Jefferson and Madison (VERY confused) : Um, yes?

*Hands them the letter*

Burr (reading) : Dear Ma'am, I hope this letter finds you in good health,

And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people like me, down on their luck

You see, that was my wife who you decided to -

Jefferson (Incredulous) : Whaaaaaat...

Eliza (Guilty) : She courted me,

Escorted me to bed and when she had me in a corner,

That's when Reynolds extorted me.

For a sordid fee I paid him quarterly,

I may have mortally wounded our prospects,but my papers are orderly.

As you can see I kept a record of every check in my checkered history

Check it again against your list n' see consistency. I never spent a cent that wasn't mine.

You sent the dogs after my scent, that's fine!

Yes, I have reasons for shame, But Alexander has not committed treason and sullied his good name.

As you can see he has done nothing to provoke legal action, are my answers to your satisfaction!?

Jefferson (kinda disgusted) : My God...

Madison : Gentlemen, let's go...

Eliza : So?

Jeff and Mads : The people won't know what we know

Eliza : Burr, How do I know you won't use this against him the next time you go toe to toe?

Burr (slightly pissed) : Eliza, rumors only grow,and we both know what we know....

I love the fucking Reynolds pamphlet but Eliza cheated au so much OK? Like, its so funny to me

Anyway I wanna edit the songs to fit this, but Im adding my own twist.

We know -> they approach Eliza letting her know her husband fucked up and she's like 'lol no, I did'

Reynolds pamphlet: --> burr Jeff and mads sound more disgusted than haply because they feel bad for ham

Congratulation: -> shut up, I'm adding it. A duet between Peggy and angelica because I said so(or maybe just Peggy)

First burn -> this version because its angrier and ham man is pissed.

I'll post my version of the lyrics eventually.

[a-lonely-ass-hoe]

Reynolds Pamphlet

Eliza x Fem!Reader Modern AU ____________________________________ "Alexander take a break!"

"You know I have to get this plan through congress!"

~~~~~~~~~

Eliza Hamilton walked to the lake that she wanted to visit with Alexander. She had on shorts and a blouse, and a book just to read. When she arrived she saw the empty bench and sat quietly gazing at the sunset. A couple of minutes passed and a young lady appeared, she was around Eliza's age. She had a picnic basket and a book in hand, she too was wearing something similar to Eliza.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, I didn't know that someone was gonna be here."

"No don't worry, I just wanted to read my book."

"Oh me too!" the young lady smiles. She sets down a blanket and lays down to read her book. After a couple of minutes of silence, the girl speaks.

"I'm sorry for interrupting again but do you want to eat? I have some snacks and wine?"

"Wine!?"

She giggles and blushes, "Yeah...."

"I don't see why not it's a beautiful day."

Eliza sat down on the blanket, the young lady takes out crackers, cheese and all kinds of fruit, and a bottle of white wine.

"I don't know the name of the person who is about to feed me?" "Oh I forgot to introduce myself! Y/N Y/L/N."

"Elizabeth Hamilton but you can call me Eliza."

The women drink and talk to eachother about their lives.

"So what brings you here? I come here almost every weekend and I have never seen you here."

"I don't live here. I was just visiting my father with my sister and children."

"You're Phillip Schuyler's daughter?"

"My dad and him are best friends but I lived with my mom in another house until my mom died and I moved in with my dad and I have the house to myself."

"Is your father rarely home?"

"No he died and now the house is mine, I live there with my daughter, she's 8 years old."

"Oh I'm sorry!"

"It's alright. So you said your last name was Hamilton, are you married?"

"Yes and I have two kids, the oldest is Phillip and he is 10 and Angelica she's 8."

"Where's your husband?"

"Back home, he had to stay for work."

"I see."

"What about you?"

"I had a husband but then I found out he was cheating. So I divorced him and that was about a year ago."

"Oh I'm--"

"It's ok don't worry." She giggles at Eliza's behavior.

They keep talking about their lives and later on exchange numbers and go back to their children. While Eliza stays she begins to cherish moments with Y/N more and more. For the first time in a long time Eliza feels loved, she feels as if she has finally been given the attention she needed. She was sad when she had to go back home but she was happy to see Alexander her beloved husband again.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Eliza and Y/N texted almost everyday, sending pictures of the kids and updating eachother on books they should read and they even started reading a book series together. Both trying to out-read the other. It had been a year of them texting and face-timing. Over the course of the year the both of them had fallen in love with eachother. Eliza didn't know this at the time, but Y/N had already begun to realize why each time she talked to Eliza she got butterflies or why she was never hungry or why she was always happy after talking to Eliza.

One day Y/N is looking through Instagram and she scrolls to see a screenshot of a blog post. What caught her attention was the word Reynolds Pamphlet and the name of the user alexanderhamilton. The last name reminded her of Eliza so she began to read. At first she thought it was a coincidence that he had the same last name as her crush. She soon realized it was Eliza's husband. She quickly sent the link to Eliza and waited until she would reply

As soon as Eliza heard her phone she quickly grabbed it hoping for it to be Y/N. She sees that Y/N had sent a link of a post. She was waiting to see a cute video of animals or a funny video of someone falling over, but no. It was a post about her husband and his sex scandal. Soon every news tabloid was covering the scandal.

Eliza was heartbroken. How could he!? She thought. Eliza went to her shared bedroom and sat on their shared bed. She cried and sobbed. Her children? How would they see their father? Did Alexander even love her? A load of questions running through her mind along with her best friend. Soon Angelica arrived and hugged her, she loved Angelica and she felt slightly better. But nothing could help with her pain, except for Y/N but she didn't want to accept that fact yet. When Alexander came home everyone could hear Angelica screaming at him. The children laid in bed, barely understanding.

Alex had written her love letters while they dated. He sent her texts and emails while she was away. She couldn't look at them again. She began to light the letters on fire and deleted all trace of him on her phone. When she deleted the last of his messages a new message came up.

Y/N <3:  If you don't want to be near your husband you can always stay at my place. I know the situation you're in and I figured I could help and since I'm your best friend.

Eliza: Thank you Y/N, I think I will stay with my father but I will visit you everyday.

Eliza's heart warmed up. Weeks later Eliza took the children and stayed with her father, just to get way from Alexander. Angelica had gone back to London to her husband. Eliza had no one except Y/N.

Everyday Eliza and Y/N would go to the lake. Both would bring books and some days it was the both of them on the same blanket that Y/N had brought on the day they met, other days were both talking on and on about any topic. While Y/N's feelings for Eliza grew more, she had to remind herself that Eliza was in love with Alexander. Meanwhile, Y/N was in her own thought, Eliza began to think of Y/N every second of the day. She began to feel butterflies in her stomach and she began to feel nervous around Y/N.

Eliza felt happy and appreciated around Y/N, Y/N gave Eliza all the attention in the world. She felt love, something she felt Alexander never gave her, something he only gave her at the beginning of the relationship. Maybe just the first 3 months, and here she was a year into this friendship and she still felt the same attention, love, appreciation since the beginning.

Eliza didn't want to believe she had fallen in love again. Especially so quickly! But the more she thought and thought. She began to realize that she had always been in love with Y/N. Ever since she visited the lake, since the moment the first words came out of her mouth.

She would soon have to move back and think of divorcing Alexander and child support and everything else that came with that. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to express her love to Y/N.

The night before she left she decide she would write a note. She would write a letter to Y/N and what she meant to her and how much she loved her. Eliza wrote this letter, and it took her all night but she didn't have enough courage to leave it at the lake. She wanted to tell Y/N, face to face, so that if it went well she could finally kiss her. Something she had been longing to do.

The ride home, Eliza had Y/N on her mind. She stayed home everyday and Alexander would stay in his office most days. Eliza had had enough of being married to Alexander, she wanted to be single and available for Y/N. She had hope that Y/N loved her too.

"Alexander."

"Eliza!?"

"I want a divorce."

"But--I- are you sure?"

"Yes."

He sighed and wanted to cry but knew that what he did was wrong and he didn't deserve Eliza.

"I will get the divorce papers and sign them."

"What about the children?"

"They could stay with you since I am always working. But I get to see them whenever I want."

"Fine."

"And yes I will pay child support."

"Alright."

Eliza walked out and sighed happily and walked to her room. She couldn't wait till everything was fixed. She texted Y/N everyday and kept her update on the divorce and everything else. Soon weeks became months and everything was finalized. Eliza stayed in the house and Alex moved in with John Laurens. Alex had wanted to take the kids to Disney for their spring break and Eliza agreed, she took this as her opportunity to visit Y/N.

When she arrived Y/N opened the door. With her hair tied up and in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Eliza thought she looked beautiful, Eliza didn't know whether to hug her or kiss her or do anything really. Y/N smiled and hugged Eliza she allowed her to pass.

"Where's Violet?"

"Her dad wanted to take her for a trip, cause she has been great in school."

"I see, so it's just you and me?"

"Yep."

"Wanna do a movie marathon?"

"Disney?"

"Obviously!"

Both of the girls entered the house and made popcorn and got blankets. Both sat on the couch and put in Beauty and ther Beast, they cuddled until the movie finished. Eliza realized Y/N was asleep in her arms. Eliza stroked her head and kissed it. Y/N felt the kiss and smiled. The next morning they both woke up and made breakfast, then they went to the lake to read almost the entire day. Later that evening they decided to watch a movie but this time wine and pizza were involved. Eliza and Y/N were pretty tipsy, telling eachother about highschool crushes and memories. They both laughed about how they were cheated on.

"You know both of us were cheated on."

"Ha your right."

"I would never cheat on you."

"Neither would I, like Alexander is stupid."

"Well your ex-husband is stupid. I don't know his name."

"Ha I don't care about him anymore."

"Who do you care about then?"

"You know... My daughter. You?"

"I care about my children and family and you."

Y/N smiles.

"But what I meant was if you loved anyone?"

"Oh yeah, but they probably don't love me in that way."

"Oh you have a crush?"

"Kinda yeah. You?"

"Yeah I didn't realize it until Alexander did what he did. Kind of glad he did it though cause this person treats me like I'm the only girl in the world."

"What's his name?"

"Y/N."

"They have my same name!?"

"It's you."

"It's me?"

"Yes you."

Y/N quickly moves towards Eliza and kisses her. The kiss is passionate and Eliza quickly begins to kiss back. That night they ended up in Y/N's bedroom cuddling in between the sheets. Both of them talked about their feelings and both of them knew that life was going to be better.

[ladymacbeths]

cool tag

tagged by @matthiashelvar thank youuuu

rules: choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better!

i choose:

six of crows

red queen

hamilton (wrong blog but fuck it)

the first character you loved:

kaz brekker (first two chapters i was like “this dude is my husband now ok”)

cal (he wasnt a bitch at first)

angelicAAAA

the character you never expected to love so much:

wylan van sunshine

mare

listen i don’t really like the characters that much bc first of all they actually existed(and were bitches) and second of all because idk about them

but eliza

the character you relate to the most:

i guess jesper bc i to am a bisexual mess

mare personality-wise and cal in his situation

i don’t really relate to anyone?? or like relate a little to some of them, i kinda relate to burr, alexander and laurens and peggy too sorta kinda

the character you’d slap:

jan fucking van eck

the calores

alexander hamilton like i wILL go back in time to the 1790s and bitch slap him

also jefferson but angelica already did that so...

three favorite characters (in order of preference):

i love them all so much ok??

mare barrow, maven calore, diana farley

angelica schuyler, eliza schuyler, john laurens(aka the wholesome trio of ppl who were in loe with hamilton)

a character you liked at first but don’t anymore:

uhh no one

cal fucking calore and his birthright

idek i watched the thing in like 2 hours

a character you did not like at first but now do:

no one??

mare

ELIZAAAA

three otps:

kanej, wesper, helnik

marecal, fade, mare x some fucking mental stability

LAMS, hamliza, burrdosia?? (is that the ship name bc idk this fandom has werid ass ships i mean where tf did jamilton come from)

i tag whoever wants to do this 

[prodigyofprinxetoncollege]

For @xlittlelionhamiltonx // @heavnofhell

25th of July, 10:37 am

Angelica is looking good, despite everything.

Presidential.

The picture of her couldn’t have been taken more than ten hours ago, yet she sits behind that desk in the oval office like she’s done it a million times before.

“Angelica Schuyler was sworn in as Acting President.”

Alex sets down the bottle. He never had anything against Angelica, but seeing her like this, perfectly styled, perfectly composed, while Aaron might be dying under the hands of some surgeon right now, he can’t help but hate her.

24th of July, 6:27 pm

Alex is idly sipping Champagne, looking around the crowd. It’s not technically a fundraiser, but close enough. When Aaron became President, Theo had made it clear she wouldn’t be a First Lady that only smiled and stood by. She had started a program that was promoting the importance of education, was trying to even chances between different races and genders, and had basically been popular since day one. The American people loved their First Lady, and children were a topic that reached everyone.

Plus, Alex’s more cynical side adds, since she doesn’t have children herself, and given her track-record of being CEO of her own company and having more money than Aaron by far…it was kind of the thing the people wanted her to do. The thing that made her seem more like the good wife than the career woman. So she had done it, and was now even more popular for it. And she genuinely believed in the project, Alex knows that.

So today is the day where everyone can shake hands and pat shoulders because they are doing so much good. Alex doesn’t really like it, but he knows Aaron will be there, which is why he is here. The very moment Aaron and Theo enter, the whole crowd seems to notice. The event is open air, there’s only a small stage, yet the First Couple dominates this open space as easily as a small room.

Alex is never going to get tired of watching Aaron go through that little routine of his, smile at someone, shake their head, remember some obscure fact about them that makes it seem like he genuinely knows them and cares about every single person. It’s the kind of stuff Alex knew he wasn’t good at, the kind of stuff that got you elected President of the United States in a landslide, twice.

He might be staring at Aaron in awe, but he knows at least ten (supposedly) straight men that are doing the same right now.

As for Theo…she is wearing a light blue dress, the contrast to her dark skin nothing short of mesmerizing, her hair done up, make-up perfect. She looks like a goddess, just as attractive as Aaron, and equally as determined and dangerous.

For a second, really, just a second, Alex finds himself imagining him in her place, next to Aaron, laughing at his jokes, openly leaning into him, pressing kisses to his skin and being regarded as if it was normal. Shaking the same hands Aaron had shook just a moment ago, being charming-

No. No, those thoughts are the worst, he knows that. They lead nowhere, and they only leave him feeling empty. Apart from the fact that homophobia is rampant in this country, even if that weren’t the case Alex isn’t the right husband for a politician. (You always say that. As if you wouldn’t shut up about your opinions for the rest of your life if it meant to be by Aaron’s side.)

When it is his turn to shake Aaron’s hand, he feels ridiculously nervous. As if he hasn’t seen the man in completely different situations…

“Mr. Hamilton,” Aaron says, and his smile becomes just a little more sincere, a little broader. There is that spark in his eyes Alex knows so much, the thrill of them knowing something, sharing something, that nobody is even suspecting. “It’s always a pleasure,” Aaron adds, and it could be damning if taken out of context, if heard by the wrong ears. But Alex only chuckles.

“Mr. President. The pleasure is all mine.”

Alex also exchanges a few words with Theo, after that the evening is pretty much over for him. There are a few speeches, the first one by Theo, then a couple people that are involved in the project – and in the end, Aaron makes his way to the stage. Everyone becomes quiet.

Aaron isn’t saying anything special, just how much he loves Theo, values her support, that children deserve education and so on – it’s from one second to the next that something happens, and no one has seen it coming. Aaron least of all.

“I would also like to thank…I would like to…thank…”

Aaron looks down at his own chest, uncomprehending, when he starts swaying, his white shirt showing the first red stains. The next second, Secret Service is there, pulling him down, people are starting to scream, someone gets up and starts running, Secret Service is suddenly everywhere and Alex gets up but instead of running away he runs towards the stage, but Aaron and Theo are being led away – hell, they are carrying Aaron, he seems to be unconscious, when a Secret Service man starts pulling Alex back, and he knows he’s screaming, he’s trying to kick the guy, to hit him, but he doesn’t stand a chance.

In the end, the guy lets him go, doesn’t assume anything. Alex is a civilian, plus a former POW, his PTSD diagnosis went through the media, so everyone pretty much assumes his outbreak was caused by a flashback. Secret Service got the guy who shot Aaron, with what seemed to have been a rather small bullet.

But everyone is gone, Alex is the one who’s out of the loop, as usual, and when he gets home at midnight, he falls into his bed and sleeps till the news wake him.

25th of July, 2:47 pm

Alex doesn’t have any kind of information where Aaron is. The only thing he knows – like the country – is that he’s alive. Still alive.

He’s drunk. If this is it, if Aaron dies, just like this, no good-bye, with Angelica left to be President…Alex doesn’t know what he’d do.

Eliza calls eventually, asks him if he’s alright, if his PTSD is acting up. He lies that yes, that’s it, he’ll need a couple days.

She promises she’ll do whatever he needs.

25th of July, 4:24 pm

Alex is woken up by the doorbell. Why was he asleep at all?

Right, the alcohol.

It’s Herc. He stands in the door and just kinda shrugs one massive shoulder.

“Thought ya could need some company. I brought whiskey, but it seems like ya already had enough.”

Alex laughs, a little hysterical, but he lets him in.

“How’re ya holding up?”

Alex raises an eyebrow.

“What’s it look like?”

“You? You look like shit. Your flat? Nicer than I expected.”

Alex is happy Herc is here. They sit down in front of the TV, Alex falls asleep at some point. Herc doesn’t say anything, even though he practically falls into his lap.

Later Hercules makes them dinner, it’s nothing too fancy, but Alex hasn’t eaten in twenty-four hours, he appreciates it. There are still no other news than that Aaron is still alive but still being operated on. To Alex, it feels like the nation is holding its breath.

25th of July, 8:05 pm

Unexpectedly, it’s Theo who calls. She sounds tired, he’s sure she hasn’t slept a minute this night.

“He’s gonna make it. The surgery was a bitch but they did it, and from what they tell me, his chances are good. He’ll make it.”

He has to, Alex thinks.

“Thanks,” he replies. “Get some sleep, Theo.”

She hangs up without an answer. A few minutes later, Theo appears on TV. She doesn’t look like she sounded – she sounds stronger, better, confident. Reassuring. Just what the people (and Alex) need.

“Both me and the President have utter faith in Angelica Schuyer to lead this country while he is on the road of recovery.”

26th of July, 9:13 pm

Alex makes sure not to flinch when he enters Aaron’s room. He has to be the strong one now.

“Hey,” Aaron croaks, voice so weak, and Alex almost starts crying.

“Hey,” he gives back instead, voice sure and steady. “Looking pretty great for a man that almost died,” he teases, and Aaron manages a smile.

“I’m glad you came,” he whispers.

“I’d go anywhere for you,” Alex replies, serious this time. “You know that.”

And Aaron nods. “Yes. I know.”

27th of July, 1:52 am

Alex is still with Aaron. Aaron is asleep by now, but Theo told him he could stay the night if he wanted to, and of course he wants to. He’s been staring at the sleeping face of the man he loved for hours now.

So close.

So damn close.

But he is still here.

He takes out his little book, the one his therapist told him to start, and he skims through the pages, finds what he wrote during a dark night last month. Sometimes, Syria still plagues him.

I couldn’t seem to die, he’d written.

He goes back to the next free page, puts down the date, the time.

Writes, we can’t seem to die.

And that’s a good thing.

[alannahaisling]

The day I slipped into a Panic and anxiety attack.

This, this is going to be long winded.

I'm just going to come out and say it. No, I don't want sympathy. This is just me using this particular blog for what it was meant for. A space for me to vent, to be my authentic self. To reflect, to just let things spill out from my mind through my fingers and onto the screen on which you may be reading this.

First things first. The Icons I'll be using here are not rp muns, they are simply my emotions on display. My IRL self as displayed by characters I adore from the Teen Titans fandom.

Ooookay lets get down it.

I help moderate a stream, have been doing it for a while. I became fast friends with the streamer and pull long hours. Roughly 4-5 hours per stream, unless I have class the next day.

To my knowledge, nobody ever had an issue with me. Save the odd person here or there, that may have disagreed with me, but at least they would tell me to my face, and I would shrug it off and move on. It was as simple as that.

My friend, who I love to death, has on more than one occasion had to reassure me that I was actually doing a good job. I lost count how many times I asked if I needed to improve, or if there were any rough areas that may need to change.

A good chunk of the time, they would just kinda raise their voice, and be like. "Damnit, you're good. You're fine." and then try to cheer me up with silly cat pictures. My ultimate kryptonite.

This friend of mine has worked with me for a few years now, talking about deep heavy personal stuff. They know I am medically diagnosed with ptsd, social anxiety, and have been dealing with depression for years. So they're not a stranger to my triggers and I love them for respecting when I need to just be alone, or only want some quality time one on one for a few hours. You hear that you knucklehead? Yeah you, I know you at least read this shit.

Moving on.

On friday, we had a.. bad night of it. Not even an hour in, after happily gathering folks who wanted to play the chosen game with us that night, someone. Who I will call 2P, dumped a huge paragraph, attacking my character and personality as a mod, in my friends private discord DMS.

2P for months, had been telling me to my face, that they saw me as a best friend, that anything I ever said and or did would be safe to do. You know the whole, you can trust me bit. I blindly trusted, and hind sight maybe I shouldn't have.

Meanwhile the entire time, I apparently had been talked about behind my back, negatively for a while? I don't know.

So we paused the stream, and go into another server that's locked down to a limited set of people and discuss it. Friend is, PISSED, but is trying to not yell, and asks me what we should do about it.

In my head I'm just reeling. I'm asking my friend, if I'm a bad mod, if I've fucked up somewhere, I'm totally confused. I can't concentrate, and there's this choking hurt in my chest. One I know all too well.

The feeling of dread. The feeling that I messed up, that I'm useless, and a fraud.

My friend is trying hard to make sure I'm okay, by this point they know, this has fucked with my head. In a huge way. 17- going on 18 years of therapy suddenly going down the drain, spiralling out of control.

They Cut the stream short.

I'm exhausted, tired, feeling beaten. I just say a few things to 2P and leave their discord server, kick them from my private one, and from the one I made for my streamer friend for the game we play with other people. In addition, also a possible person who may cause me issues, because 2P's probably been shit talking me for a few months now.

Friend is arguing on my behalf, another mutual and their friend, instantly demands to get in call. We'll call them... Uh.. Fuck, Tataru , and Estinien for sake of ease. Tataru is having none of it, they are witnessing my typed anxieties. They are hearing our mutual friend, trying very hard to not just *yell*.

2P is dropping the nasty paragraph in other dms now, belonging to other regulars. It's escalating pretty fast. I am now a villain, and a victim in one role, and 2P is also playing the role of victim because my dearest friend just told 2P Off.

"2P, isn't getting it!" My friend is saying with a calm anger. "2P is just constantly going on and on about how (my name) is bad for the stream." Or something to that effect. "They don't even fucking realize how fucking hurtful they are being."

"You need to stop responding." Tataru is saying. "Just, tell the mother fucker, NO and block 2P on everything."

I guess 2P is quickly realizing that they are losing the fight, so they come into my dms. Shit forgot to block them there. I think in my head, and I see them trying to bring the argument to me. They tell me, that I'm handling the situation all wrong.

I don't even respond. I'm tired. I'm just done. I'm mentally slipping back to the days I was mentally and emotionally abused, and gaslit.

GASLIT.

GASLIT!

I block 2P. For my mental health.

Estinien with their calming voice, is outlining streamer etiquette rules. 2P is definitely out of line, as a viewer. If we want, Estinien can pretty much hit up a wider streamer network, and have the name of 2P blacklisted from other communities.

By this point, another regular is talking to my friend asking what is going on. Then another. Slowly, I read through logs my friend has dumped into the 4 person private call.

Then I see it.

"I'll just lie through my teeth to her about why I'm leaving or something. Just don't tell (My name) I said any of this. " In regards to the in game guild My friend and I Co Run.

Silently mutter to myself. Not that the others can hear me, my headsets broken. "Ah, the other shoe has dropped. 2P's been lying to me the whole time. I've been gaslit all over again. No wonder I feel like I do."

Estinien and Tataru get sleepy and go to bed. My friend stays up as long as they can as I sort my head out, trying to timeline events. I'm given logs, screen shots. 2P's been blocked. I lock down my twitter for a day. I lose 20 hours sleep.

I spent those 20 hours of no sleep, asking and apologizing to regulars if 2P has ever talked to them about me. Most of them say NO, and reassure me I'm a good mod, that I make the stream warm, fun, welcoming and comfortable for all kinds of people.

A good friend of mine, who I will ironically call Angellica, because we call each other sis, and I view myself as Eliza from Hamilton. Once had told me to be careful with 2P from the start, because they had a bad vibe about them, is PISSED off, and yeets them out of an in game group chat. "Fuck em, 2P's a troll."

I realize, that Angellica literally stood by and chose my happiness. Cause yeah, I thought 2P was someone I could trust. After what happened though, I realized that I had been mistaken and apologized, To Angellica.

Now 2P is going around seeing who still will consider them friends, or are neutral parties. I was made aware of this because one of them, a mature friend actually asked me what 2P was going on about. So I gave them the run down. They were disgusted with 2P's behavior.

Now a days, 2P takes screen shots of anybody on twitter, that has blocked them and smears their names.

2P still doesn't get it.

But I'm moving on from it.

I have screenshots and logs. But I don't ever plan on releasing them publicly.

So yeah, 2P if you ever come across this, and figure out I'm talking about you, I severed ties with you, because friends don't lie to each other, Friends don't talk behind each others backs, they don't force other good close friends to sit on the *truth* of how you feel. Friends can disagree, and can have different opinions.

But You burned your bridges yourself.

I've always had a three strike ruleset.

One: You lied to my face multiple times.

Two: You pretended to be my friend.

Three: You actively gaslit me, and my friend.

Sooo THAT'S why I cut ties with you. Your behavior after that was just you playing the victim, and none of us 30 plus year olds were just going to sit by and let you have your 20 something year old tantrum.

I bare you no ill will, and I doubt any of us are going to even blast you in an open space like twitter releasing the logs or screen shots. I'm just noping out of this parasocial relationship because that's all it was. I refuse to be used, as a way for people to get close to and use my friend as they work on their passions and goals.

Adieu 2P , nothing was lost the day I walked away, except all the work my friend did to get me out of my isolated shell. But you know what? They'll just pull me back out, and support me 100% You'll never break us up.

[odeto-nyama]

What Even

So for the second day of the Canyouimagine Write-A-Thon I wrote about a situation that happened in my language arts class once but with Hamilton characters. It was actually really funny and it’s not even the weirdest things to happen in that class.

Starring:

Angelica as Me

Eliza as Friend One

Peggy as Friend Two

George Washington as my short female teacher who coaches cheerleading ;p

Jefferson as this one guy in my class who acts kinda like Jefferson and actually looks a little like Daveed I just noticed

Madison as Idiot Guy’s friend

Burr as Idiot Guy’s other friend

King George as That One Substitute - Angelica was sitting in class, waiting for the bell signalling the start of Language Arts. It was her favorite class. Maybe because she loved to write, maybe because there was always some sort of argument or debate happening and really weird discussions.

The bell rang and Mr. Washington walked into the room from where he was standing in the hallway greeting students. Angelica looked at her sister Eliza (who sadly had to sit next to Thomas), then she looked at her other sister Peggy. They all then turned toward where their teacher was looking down the hallway.

See, the room was at the very end of the hall so you could see everything happening in two hallways. Mr. Washington looked out into the empty hallway and suddenly spoke.

“Do you ever get the urge to cartwheel down an empty hallway?”

Everyone looked at the teacher who suddenly turned around and faced the class. How do you even respond to that? The three sisters shared a look.

“Okay,” Said Mr. Washington, “I will let one of you cartwheel down the hallway.”

Thomas immediately stood up and volunteered. Everyone gathered around the door as Thomas stood in the doorway. Then a teacher walked out of a room and Thomas freezed.

The teacher, a substitute, glared at the group at the end of the hall. Mr. Washinton was the same height as most of the students so the substitute glared at him too.

After the teacher went back into his room, Thomas put his arms up and got ready to do a cartwheel. All the students eagerly wached as he did half of a cartwheel then quickly walked into the room.

“Why did you stop?” Asked Mr. Washington.

“Er-” Started Jefferson, “I didn’t wanna get in trouble.”

Mr. Washington rolled his eyes and proceeded to do a perfect cartwheel down the hallway. Everyone clapped and Mr. Washinton walked back into the room. Angelica, Eliza, and Peggy all looked at each other and smiled with knowing looks.

All three sisters looked at Thomas. He was already talking with James and Aaron. They rolled their eyes and looked at Mr. Washington as class began.

[get-something-to-write]

Prompt from @prxttysleeper: Hey, can I request a night out, burrens?

Oh my, posting at 1:30 am isn’t healthy dude! Well I’m determined to finally post this after not writing anything for almost a week. Have fun reading this. ( also some indulgent side ships )

Warnings: alcohol usage, 1:30 am editing, mildly tipsy John Laurens

Aaron Burr messed around with his bowtie, occasionally glancing at the mirror for any mistakes he made in his outfit. It was a very simple one, consisting of black dress pants and a dark grey button-down shirt. Also, he added the bow because it might make him look more attractive to his boyfriend.

Since he didn’t have any hair, he wouldn’t have to go through the struggle a lot guys would combing and doing all sorts of things to his non-existent hair. Checking to make sure he was clean shaven, he smoothen out any ruffles on his shirt.

Ducking back out, Aaron plucked a pack of raspberry caramels from his desk, which was wrapped in a green paper. John Laurens had a surprising taste to it, so Burr had gone to a reputable candy shop 20 minutes away from his apartment. The couple had a tradition of giving each other little gifts each time they had a date. 

Aaron agreed reluctantly, not seeing much purpose with gifting the other with mundane things, but as how John had been very ecstatic about the idea, he’d agreed anyway. It was nice in the end to be receiving good coffee and decent plates and silverware to eat out of. The raspberry caramel was a little costly anyway.

He grabbed his wallet, phone, and keys and then jumped onto his bike, pedaling down the sidewalk. He wasn’t gonna bother to hail a taxi since it annoyed him to have to awkwardly interact. Also the subway cost precious money as well as being too far away. He dodged multiple objects and people, doing so with ease.

As usual, he was one of the last people to arrive, save for Alex and Thomas. Who knows what they were doing. Most likely making out in the bathroom, or something even more graphic. He shuddered at the thought. Everyone else waved a hello to him, John with his ever-loving smile, patting the seat next to him.

“ Hi Aaron,” Laurens murmured as he pulled him into a hug.

“"Nice to see you too John,” reciprocating the hug. Their friends and him had gotten together to eat a casual place, then maybe hit up a club or two afterwards, like they would normally on group dates.

“ You got me the caramel! I love you so much, I’ll share some with you.”

Aaron rolled his eyes, having the same emotion run through him as John handed him the beloved coffee but saying nothing, merely turning up the corners of his mouth and hugging John.

“ Bonjour Aaron, looking quite snazzy, eh?” Gilbert some-really-long-ass-complicated-name Lafayette greeted, an arm dangling around Mulligan’s shoulder. They’d been the longest running couple out of the entire group, also the scariest. The reason for the latter was because they were basically giants as well as fairly protective of everyone here, Maria most recently because of her ex-boyfriend situation.

Eliza and Maria were seated next John,  Laf and Herc opposite of Aaron, and the rest of their friends either weren’t coming or were late. Heads turned as two people stumbled inside, looking like a total mess. The shorter of the two had a messy ponytail, serious eye bags, and a pair of wrinkled pants.

On the other hand, Thomas had smudged eyeliner(?) and a very ruffled magenta jacket with his name signed on the back in gold writing. It was evident of what the couple was doing before arriving at the restaurant. 

“ Sorry we’re late, Thomas was ahem, getting in my way.” Jefferson was smirking, a hand placed around Alex’s waist. Everyone rolled their eyes, knowing perfectly well what was going on.

They all greeted each other in a ‘normal’ fashion, eventually settling down after Alex, Thomas, and Laf exchanged a convo in French. Everyone ordered their food, John swearing he’ll let him try his did if Aaron lets eat some of Burr’s food. Aaron Burr would never say no to his sweet boyfriend.

People mused over their college days, especially the ones where the SMFDR and the Hamilsquad had been sworn enemies. It was honestly cringey and stupid, looking back at the fun memories they had, but they were barely adults. What could one have expected of them?

Time flew by, and as minutes turned into hours, they were running out of the diner, Aaron smiling as his boyfriend grinned and held his hand as the gang rushed across the street to the club.

Fortunately, they passed through without any complications and as usual, Burr took a seat and got everyone their drinks since most of the time they were all on the dancefloor already.

“ Okay John, don’t get too drunk and tell me if you managed to ignore my first ask, because I’m the only one sober enough to help you with your hair in the bathroom, alright sweetheart?” Aaron Burr leaned over from his stool to kiss him on the cheek, and the other reciprocated.

It was one of the few times John Laurens was able to let loose because of his job as a marine biologists. The man tended to enjoy staying up and going on long voyages to study the vast expanse of sea life. Aaron let him do so, mostly because it was his passion, and it was great seeing his face light up every time an experiment or project went well.

Aaron silently observed the mass of bodies moving to the tune, everyone dancing with everyone except for Eliza and Maria, who were leaning on the counters and daring each other to drink the weirdest thing on the menu.

“ Well if isn’t Aaron Burr, sir.” It annoyed Aaron a little, but he was quite used to it by now. Alexander Hamilton was reeking of sweat and clinging to Thomas.

“ What do you want Alex.”

“ You’re boyfriend looks kinda lonely without his own dance partner. Why not join him Burr?” his words falling together in a run-on sentence. Gilbert and Herc waved at the two, signaling them to get into the shot contest. Aaron pondered whether or not to stay on the side. He was normally the one to get everyone rides home, to observe the chaos in his own calm world. It was fascinating to him really. It sure looked like quite entertaining, but not an activity he would get involved in or was skilled at.

Strolling over to John, counting his freckles from a distance as he got closer and opened his mouth to speak. However, before he could say anything, John pulled his arm over to the middle of the crowd. 

“ John what the heck are you doing?”

“ Making you do something, that’s what.”

“ Can’t we just talk and drink, because that seems way better than standing here awkwardly.” John Laurens was a little tipsy to begin with.

“ Aww, okay. But we have to go take shots with them. Everyone else is.”  Knowing exactly who ‘them’ is, Burr sighed, wanting to perhaps let loose just a little tonight. One of the darn buttons had come undone on his shirt, as usual, floundering with it as he put it back into its rightful place.

Honestly, doing anything other than making sure everyone was safe while the squad had their nights out made him feel exhausted. It wasn’t that he hated it, just that it made him a little tired and wish that he’d stayed in bed that night.

“ Drink up Burr!” Mulligan shoved a shot of silver Patron at him, looking fairly drunk already. What harm could a little drink do? He gulped it all down, then immediately regretted it. He’d almost forgotten he burn of alcohol as it slithered down his throat. Aaron spluttered a cough, everyone else chuckling at him.

Lafayette gazed at them, looking calm as usual. He could hold liquor like no other man could. It was rumored that as a child, he drank a glass of wine before every meal since he lived in France. 

Alex leaned over to whisper something into John’s ear, John himself making a weird face and saying something incoherent to him. They bantered back and forth for a moment before he took a deep breath and sauntered over to Aaron. Aaron raised an eyebrow, studying his boyfriend’s drunken movements.

“ Can you come with me to the bathroom?” he whined, tugging at Burr’s sleeve with sparkling eyes. Of course his face would suddenly turn cute if he was asking or doing something Aaron wouldn’t approve of. But there was a reason why his face was appearing absolutely captivating. 

“ Alright sweetie, but why would we need to use the bathroom?” If John was able to form complete sentences and words, he was far from the stage of holding back his hair as he retched into the toilet. Laurens didn’t say anything, humming a jazz tune as they reached the men’s bathroom.

“ Erm, uh, eh Alex said I’m supposed to make out with you in a toilet stall. Well dared I guess.” Aaron glared at him, knowing his boundaries and his avoidance with PDA.

“ You know the rules. No full on PDA, and that includes making out. Ahem, John.” The curly-haired man gave him puppy eyes, and sighed in defeat.

“ Can’t we at least kiss or something? I hate chickening out of dares, especially to Alex.”

“ Hmm, well we technically aren’t in the public eye, so yes kissing but no tongue. Period.” John lit up again, as if that were even more possible. The alcohol made his face flush with red already. He leaned up to the taller one, his eyes halfway closed.

Aaron Burr gripped his waist, smiling as their lips touched. They stood, holding each other in the silence of the room. It was calm and loving, unlike a few nights where they could get a quite rough and passionate. He could tell John was holding back a bit of impulse, so to satisfy him, Burr stuck out his bottom lip a little and smirked even more as John nibbled it eagerly.

Ending the kiss to take a breather, Aaron released his grip on John and went over to the dingy mirror to check his attire. Looked the same as always, but the back of his shirt was wrinkled in one place where John had held it.

“ Alright, let’s get out of here and join the rest of our friends, who probably think we’re having steamy sex as of right now.” 

“ Hmm, would you like to Burr?”

“ Don’t even try John. Don’t even try.”

Honestly, editing on mobile is hell. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and comments are appreciated! Remember to send me some writing prompts!

[beanjuice-duh]

3 Parents in a Tub

a/n: the sudden influx of elams I couldn’t resist, I hope this small drabble works. HAPPY MOTHER's DAY. THIS ONE ARE FOR THOSE ASKS, YA’LL ARE GREAT. summary: Thomas and Angelica show off their new home to their friends with a little house warming party. Things go south when Elams are stuck in the bathroom for a long period of time.  w/c: 2102 warning: Borth

“And Thomas and I just redid the bathroom upstairs.” Angelica beamed while Thomas also added on.

“Best bathtub we could afford and I can’t wait to break it in.” He rose his glass to that, “thanks for coming over…most of you.” Thomas’s eyes cut through the crowd of happy faces who were gathered to celebrate Angelica and Thomas’s first home together. A house warming filled with warm hearted intentions…minus the icy glare Thomas gave Alexander who was standing in the far corner of the room with a wine glass shaking in his hand.

 “Tch.” He angrily sipped the overly expensive wine, feel a small pat on his arm from his pregnant, beautiful wife. “I’m fine, Thomas is just a dickhead like usual.”

“What else is new?” John chuckled; he wasn’t any fonder of Thomas than Alexander was. He wasn’t fond of anyone that gave his husband any issues. “I still can’t believe Angelica is willing to live with him.” Alex gave John a long sigh in agreement. Neither could imagine a relationship with Thomas was ‘simple’.  

A small and light ‘ahem’ from the back of Eliza’s throats silenced both her very opinionated husbands. “Now…having your opinions is all well and good but this is my sister and she is happy.” Eliza placed a hand comfortably on her large, protruding belly. “She was happy for me when I decided to marry you two and last I checked two men are a lot more work than one.”

“Thomas is at least 4 men hiding in a pink suit.” John cackled a bit earning a swift wink from Alexander. His smile died down when he noticed his wife didn’t seem as amused as his husband. “But of course what’s important is that she is happy.”

 “For now” Alex smiled, “I mean, amen to that.” He changed his tune for the sake of his wife and her wry gaze. The party was very low key, soft jazz played in the background. Thomas hired a catering crew to serve small bites along with wine. This party was easily pricier than Alexander’s weddings to John and Eliza. Pricier than their baby shower for.. “Pip! Get your hands out of Peggy’s cleavage” Alex spotted from afar his two year old son face deep into his aunts chest. “Peggy don’t let him do that.” He mumbled walking over to her.

 Peggy giggled leaning up against her date for the evening, Lafayette keeping it within the circle, “oh why not? He wouldn’t be the first boy to do that.”

 “Because that’s messed up, Freud did not kid about kids having issues about…stuff…”

 “Did he also name the phases of development, dick and ass?” Lafayette couldn’t contain his laughter beside his date. Alex’s eyes narrowed a bit as he peeled his fluffy, freckled son off his aunt’s bosom. He whispered ‘you’ll thank me later’ to him and immediately welcomed him to John’s arms where Pip usually stayed the longest.

 “Baby!” Pip pointed at his mother from John’s arms. “Where baby?”

 Eliza smiled running her hand down the length of her stomach, “soon, Momma will go to the doctor and we’ll bring baby home very soon.” She was ecstatic Philip was excited both his future sister. The husbands were happy that they weren’t doing any more water births after Philip. It was too nerve wrecking and the clean up was…pretty horrible. “…we still haven’t decided on a name…”

 “Joana” “Alexandria” Both men offered names then glared at each other with a small smirk.

 “Oh you too…” Eliza giggled, and then felt the sound catch in her throat. She winced a bit, her fingers tense on the peak of her stomach as John cooed and babbled to their son, and Alex exchanged heated glares with the host of the home.  “I…have to use the bathroom” she muttered. 

“Oh should we get Ang—“ “Nono, I know where the bathroom is.” She smiled her face still a bit weak looking. “Thomas updated instagram 24/7 when they were remodeling the bathroom, I feel like I’ve already been here.” She giggled distracting her husbands with a small snide remark. Eliza disappeared up the stairs, waddling slowly, John and Alex watched with small looks. “Checkin’ out your pregnant wife? Kinda weird.” A happy, deep voice graced the boys. “Uncy!” Pip cheered immediately abandoning John’s arms for Hercules. Her gladly took the toddler and held him up high, towering over the two fathers. “What can we do, she’s beautiful no matter what’s happening.” John beamed a bit, wrapping an arm around Alex’s shoulder.

 The party continued with more unusually small platters of food and expensive drinks. The music was mellow, really it wasn’t anything like John and Alex were use to or liked…but they made it work. John massaged small circles into Alex’s back, both flickering up at the staircase. “Its been a while…” Alex shifted his weight a bit, his eyes at the top of the stairs waiting for Eliza to come back down. “We should go check on her…” 

“Alex she’s pregnant she’s probably trying to take a dump” “Or she’s having trouble getting up, or she’s slipped, or she’s going into labor…”  “Ok panicky, let’s go knock and see what’s up.” John shook his head, determined to ease his tense husband they both bounded up the stairs to the master bathroom. Eliza would have taken the guest one but Angelica, knowing her sister was pregnant and sore, insisted on her using the better bathroom all day. They entered Thomas and Angelica’s shared bedroom and made a face at the hideously bright, velvet comforter and canopy set. “Tacky…” John muttered then made a beeline to the closed bathroom door. Alex was the first to knock fast and hard, “Hon, are you ok?” There wasn’t much of a response for a while, a few soft groans then the door opened just a crack. Alex wasn’t any less put at ease, Eliza’s face was red and drenched in sweat, and she looked like she had need running while in the bathroom. “Eliza what’s wrong…” “Let is in, Betsy.” John urged, she groaned again opening the door slowly and just enough for both men to enter and immediately close it after her. “My water broke…” she muttered softly, both hands clutching the bottom of her stomach. “I’m getting…pains.” “I fucking KNEW IT. Ok…ok I’ll call the hospital, we’ll get you in the car. Herc has Pip. We are doing this, ah…fuck…ok.” Alex began to ramble and started rummaging his pockets for his phone. Eliza shot John a worried look then glanced back at Alex finding the strength between pains to speak up, “No I…please, this is Angelica’s day.” She hated taking the spotlight from her sister. She was the first to marry, the first to have a kid, not to mention her lifestyle wasn’t ‘normal’. Angelica barely had moments where it was about herself and Eliza could only imagine that must have been hard. “Fuck, Eliza you can’t have a baby in the BATHROOM. Who cares, all this is a housewarming, call me when Thomas puts a ring on her finger and Angelica says I do to a lifetime of dealing the Purple man and his weird metrokinks” Alex snapped verbally, then snapped his head to the sound of John running a hot bath. “John what are you doing?” “We’re having a water birth…Look, Hamhogs” he used one of the less affectionate names on Alexander as he motioned Eliza over. “She’s already going through labor and this big ass hole is 2 hours from the nearest hospital. I rather have a baby in a tub like we did before than in the car in the middle of traffic.” He snapped at the smaller man then turned to their wife. “…you ready?” “Yes.” Eliza nodded stripping out of her dress and slowly with the help of John’s grip stepped into the tub. “NO.” Alexander wailed and began fumbling with the phone still. “…fuck fine, let me at least tell Herc to keep Pip busy…” Alex grumbled texting Hercules that the trio was having a ‘dilemma’ in the bathroom. If he would be so kind to keep anyone from coming upstairs as well as keep Pip busy. Hercules responded promptly with a thumbs up emoji and Alex sighed. “Ok so we’re doing this.” He rolled up his dress shirt sleeves and knelt down. They were mildly familiar with water birth, Philip was their first. It was at their home in a kiddie pool with Hercules instructing them every step in the way. John in the pool with their wife, Alex gripping her hand for dear life. And just like the first time, Alex and John were floored by Eliza’s composure. Even in the situation she was in she had a one track mind. There was a sense of complete unity between the three of them, it was enough to calm Alex’s raising worries about the birth as Eliza pushed. Her grip began to weaken and Alex began to shake with worry. “…is there something wrong?” “No the baby is crowning..” “Oh so..” he made the mistake in peeking and then made a face. “A-Ah…” “How many times are you going to make that mistake?” John chuckled, “alright now we start pushing in ten second lengths. Ok?” “Are you sure?” “Fairly sure, Alex.” “Fairly isn’t exactly the kind of thing I want to hear when we’re a tub full of blood into birthing our daughter!” “WILL YOU TOO SHUT THE FUCK UH—AHHH!” Eliza wailed and both men immediately nodded and went into a deep silence. Downstairs the music was soft enough to allow the scream from above to reach them. Angelica immediately turned around and within the second of her turn noticed immediately who was missing and began connecting dots. “Where is Eliza?” She blinked handing her drink to Thomas, who grabbed it fluidly. He followed behind Angelica, who was slowly flanked by Peggy. “Where are the Hamiltons?” She asked again, everyone searching around. Hercules stood by the stairs with Philip in his hands. “Uh…oh…” Philip covered his mouth as Herc tried retreating without being seen. “Uh oh is right, lil man.” Herc turned and raced up the stairs while Angelica began scanning for Eliza and her husbands. He made it to the bathroom and opened it without thinking. “Guys, is everything all AHHH!!” He pulled Philip out and slammed the door shut, it was an image he was all too familiar with but not prepared to see, especially here and now. Now that scream was heard and from the stairs he could see Angelica’s intimating figure come up. “Hercules.” “Ange, great party” Mulligan leaned against the bathroom door with Philip in one arm. “I’m just…admiring the color scheme you have here.” “Thank you.” Thomas beamed leaning over her shoulder. “I was going for an Elegant, purple Parisian—“ He was silenced by Angelica’s finger over his lips. “My sister, her men, where are they?” Angelica crossed her arms for a second. “Are they in the bathroom?” “Are they, I don’t know, I didn’t even know there was a bathroom here. Weird…” “Baby soon!” Philip clapped happily, “Mama doin’ number” he held up two fingers and won a small smile from his aunt before she went back to frowning at Hercules. “Hercules, move right this instant.” She growled, there was a stare off between them. Hercules losing every second he tried to keep her intensity. After a minute there was a knock from the otherside of the door. Hercules moved aside and allowed the door to open. There, John and Alex were covered in water, Eliza seemingly wet from the waist down with her dress back on. In one of Angelica’s thick towels they had a baby wrapped up, who was wide eye and already examining the world. “…you had a baby in the bathroom?” “Angelica …I …I’m sorry I …” “You had…my niece in my bathroom!!” Angelica jumped over to her and fluttered her hands over the newborn. “Oh she’s perfect, Thomas call the doctor, tell him make a house visit.” She ordered, “Hercules you were the midwife why don’t you help with clean up. Laf make a trip to the store and bring something nice for…for…” She blinked then looked at the three. “Well what are you going to call her?” John and Alex changed small shrugs; the name had been up to Eliza to decide this time. Eyes were on the mom as Philip clung to Angelica’s leg trying to climb up his aunt to see the new baby. “I was thinking…naming her Angelica. She seems like an Angelica…”

[stephaniejblockmotherme]

My Hamilton experience

Hello my dudes seeing as people have mentioned being interested in my recounting of my night at the Richard Rodgers theatre back on Tuesday, here it is! I took notes so I’d remember by the time I came home to my laptop.

So the cast for the night was the current regular cast (late May 2017), but with Donald Webber Jr. as Hamilton rather than Javi. I was sat in the orchestra, row Q, and had no trouble with the view at all! Sometimes the faces weren’t as clear but hey that’s probably just me ignoring the fact I need glasses to see far away.

So getting right into it! 

Lemme start this off by telling y’all how fucking amazing Donald Webber Jr. is as Hamilton. His voice is smooth af, which was a real contrast for over a year of having Lin’s voice as Ham. I absolutely loved the way he played him, and the way he interprets the character development is beautiful. To make this very clear to you reading this how great he was in the role, he made me like Ham better than Burr, while in the original Lin vs Leslie cast I liked Burr better. 

Another notable performance from a lesser known actor for me was Anthony Lee Medina as Laurens/Philip. The guy had the audience in his pockets, kept stealing scenes despite being a minor character, and had the whole theater laughing with his exaggerated but not corny moves. 

Then of course there is light of my life Mandy Gonzalez whom every time my eyes fell on my brain just kept thinking about how I was living and breathing in the same room as her. She was a great Angelica!

A recent addition to the cast is James Monroe Iglehart, which is funny because he was in the Playbill both as Lafayette/Jefferson and still on the ad for Aladdin. His French accent was on par with Daveed’s as Lafayette, but he did play it more subtly in Act 1 since I assume he didn’t want to bring too much attention to himself? But then he came in as Thomas Jefferson for What Did I Miss and lemme tell you it really did feel like we had a Broadway powerhouse in the room. The song has never been one of my favourites but his performance made it a highlight of the show, and I kinda got the impression that every other actor acted even harder since he raised the bar, if that makes sense?

Also a special mention to Lexi because while I wasn’t that convinced by her beginning of the show portrayal of Eliza, by the time she became Mommy Eliza I could really see a progression and she played her with every inch of depth the character deserves, and was splendid at showcasing how much Eliza loved Philip (and also her voice is gorgeous). 

Another special mention to Alysha because she’s so tiny she’s perfect for Peggy but also THAT VOICE as Maria Reynolds really seemed like it came out of nowhere but it was really really beautiful and silky and soothed my soul.

Finally (for the cast, because even though there are many more these are the ones that impressed me the most) Brian D’Arcy James was back as King George, which felt special to have the very original king, and he was great in the role. He had the audience so whipped he could’ve legit tripped and everyone would have thought it was scripted.

Now I’ve seen those lists of hidden gems in the performance you can’t get from the recording, so I’ll just name a few I personally don’t recall having read.

During Wait For It when Burr mentions Hamilton, he looks to the wings and this bright golden light comes out of there, which really does feel loaded with symbolism and just looks so striking

Then during Guns and Ships, everyone not involved in the scene is on the balustrade and shouts “Hamilton!” for him to come back to the fight but if you really pay attention, Burr remains silent and looks defeated/annoyed while clenching the balustrade, which was a really cool detail

During The Reynolds Pamphlet, I’d previously seen how everybody taunts Ham, but I hadn’t heard of how Washington comes on stage and looks so discouraged, and how heartbreaking it is when Philip clenches the pamphlet and runs off when the douche trio makes sure he sees it happened ‘in his own house’

During Non-Stop, Burr actually collapses on his chair from disbelief when showing how non-stop Ham is, which makes for a funny moment you don’t get from just the song!

After the show I went to the stage door (shoutout to the annoying suburban moms and their ungrateful kids who liked the king the most- y’all were insufferable) and Brian was in a hurry so he just breezed through, but James Monroe Iglehart, Bryan Terrell Clark and Donald Webber Jr. were hella sweet and nice even despite my terrible social interaction skills (especially in rushed situation when I know they gotta move on to the next person).

So yeah, here you have it for my novel length recalling of my night at Hamilton! The show was everything I’d hoped it would be, and bonus points my dad enjoyed it a lot and openly said he almost cried by the end! 

[my-dear-hammy]

Basking in Candlelight-Jamilton-Part 12-One

Master Post

Part 12

One

AN

How's it going? Wow, we're already on part twelve and I started this yesterday! I haven't gotten any reviews yet =( sad. Jamilton is starting to pick up Yay! Took them long enough. Haven't decided if this turns sinful or not. Smut? What's your opinion? I'd love to know!

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Warnings: Cussing as always, always assume there's cussing. oh, and an attempted murder.

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When Jefferson had to walk to work the next day, he sorely regretted walking through the glass, but not enough to do anything differently. That moment with Hamilton was priceless.

"My God, do you hear yourself, Thomas?" He said to himself. "Snap out of it already."

He looked up at the tall building, such beautiful architecture. Monticello was better though. He strode through the hallways like he owned the place, before settling behind his desk.

"Just getting here, Secretary Jefferson?" Burr asked, entering Jefferson's office.

"I thought I would never hear that again after Hamilton got fired, I find myself proven otherwise."

"It's your own fault for being late."

"People never seem to realize I do everything for a reason. I get here a two when there's almost no around and stay four in the morning or so, just so I don't have to deal with people, Burr."

"Sir,"

"Stop that."

"What?" Burr asked.

"Nevermind, I'm guessing you're here for a reason?"

"Yes, sir! I came to-"

"Burr!" Madison greeted

"Sir!"

"God dammit," Jefferson mumbled.

"What are you doing here, Burr?" Madison asked.

"I came to say congratulations,"

"Don't say it, James," Jefferson warned.

James sighed, obviously disappointed. "Congratulations?"

"To Jefferson on the appointment of Vice President."

"Okay, you obviously want something, spit it out already," Jefferson cut in.

Burr's smile faulted for a second, "That was really all I had to say. How'd the capital arrangement go?"

"I feel swindled," Madison replied.

"Really?" Burr questioned, feigning surprise.

"Shut up, Burr" Madison snapped, Burr laughed. Madison noticed Jefferson's sullen mood. "What's up with you Thomas?" he asked, slinging an arm around his shoulders.

"I'm swamped with and have got a terrible hangover."

"A hangover?" Madison gasped, "You went out on the town without me? You rarely drink and I wasn't invited?"

Jefferson forced a smile, "An impromptu drinking session  in your own kitchen isn't really invite worthy."

"Ah, one of those," Madison nodded sympathetically. Burr stood in the background, feeling left out. "I'm surprised you showed up today then."

"Yeah," Jefferson sighed, "You're right, I think I'll just go home." He started packing up his stuff.

"Is Adams going to be okay with that?" Burr asked.

"Adams can shove it up his ass," Jefferson replied, walking out of the room, waving over his shoulder.

"Well he was in a great mood today," Burr remarked to Madison.

"There are some days..." Madison trailed off.

***

Jefferson pushed open the door to his room, ready to flop onto his soft bed, only to find a sleeping midget named Hamilton already there. Hamilton practically lived there now, considering he had nowhere else to go. Jefferson was okay with it, not that Hamilton asked, it just kinda happened. Oh well. The only problem was, Jefferson didn't have a guest room. He had a library but no guest room. Imagine that.

Hamilton looked exhausted and emotionally drained. Jefferson debated going for the couch, he didn't want to wake Hamilton up, but he wanted his bed so badly, just for today. He dropped his case and collapsed on the bed next to Hamilton, who reacted by shifting slightly and continuing to sleep.

He though Jefferson was bone tired, he couldn't bring himself to let himself sleep. He didn't think he could handle another nightmare. The tune still played, wafting through the air like fragrance on a breeze, there was nothing to be done about it. He trying everything, plugging his ears, screaming himself hoarse, getting shit-faced drunk, ignoring it, it just would not go away. He couldn't read anymore because of it, he could barely focus enough to write. It was tearing him apart.

Hamiton shifted beside him, slinging and arm around Jefferson.

"What the f-"

"Eliza..." Hamilton mumbled softly, still fast asleep. His arm tightened around Jefferson and pulled him close, to where he was flush against Hamilton. He could feel the blush heating his cheeks

"Oh shit." Jefferson tried to free himself from Hamilton's grasp, but the immigrant held on tighter and Jefferson didn't want to wake him. Sighing, he relaxed and Hamilton snuggled closer. Just until his grip slackens, then Jefferson could move and Hamilton would never know.

However, plans never seem to go the way Jefferson wanted, because two seconds later, he was fast asleep and slept the more peacefully than he had in years. Hamilton woke up toasty and cozy. The room was pitch black, he couldn't see a thing, but his arms were wrapped around the warmest body, Hamilton didn't want to move. Eliza. He squeezed the person tighter.

Wait a minute. Not Eliza! Shit! Not Eliza, Hamilton flew out bed, his foot got tangled in the blankets sending him sprawling on the floor. Picking himself up and dusting himself off, Hamilton opened the curtain just enough to be able to see the room. Jefferson slumbered quietly on the bed. What the hell was Hamilton doing? And why was Jefferson in the bed with him? Hamilton wasn't that drunk last night, was he? No, he couldn't have been.

So what now?

Hamilton's eye fastened on Jefferson's dark curls, his hands itched to run through them, but they itched more to strangled Jefferson in his sleep for climbing in the same bed as Hamilton. It would have been one thing to shove Hamilton off, but to climb in too? That's something else entirely.

That's it. I'm killing him.

Hamilton ran at Jefferson, tackling him off the bed and onto the floor. Jefferson woke with an oof as all the air disappeared from his lungs. Hamilton pinned the half-conscious giant and wrapped his hands around Jefferson's neck.

"Hamil-" Jefferson began but was cut off by Hamilton's grip.

"What do you think you were doing Jefferson?" Hamilton shouted.

Jefferson relaxed, not being able to bring himself to care anymore. Managing to take a breath he spoke, his voice raspy from Hamilton's grip, "Darling," he drawled, "just what are you trying to do? A pipsqueak can't pin and strangle me."

"Oh yeah?" Hamilton growled, "Then what am I doing?" he asked, tightening his grip.

Jefferson smirked, "Some weird form of foreplay, I'm assuming, did you want to take this back to bed?"

Hamilton scrambled off him in less than a second. Jefferson sat up cackling, Hamilton's whole face was red, making him only laugh harder.

"Shut up asshole," Hamilton spat.

"Bastard," Jefferson grinned, "Oh fu-" Hamilton's fist slammed into Jefferson's face, knocking him out cold.

"Fuck you," Hamilton said, turning on his heel and marching out of the house, his face still tomato red.

***

Hamilton kicked a charred timber, ash puffed up, swirling in the air. This was all that was left of his life, a pile of ash and charcoal. That, and the small envelope that was left there, the white paper smudging gray from soot. His name was written on the front in swirly ink, Eliza's handwriting.

He knew he was stalling, so he scooped it up, stuffed it in his pocket and walked back to Jefferson's place. By the time he got there, Jefferson was lounging in the library, a cup of tea in one hand, a book in the other, and a black and purple bruise on his face.

"You're looking swell," Hamilton commented, approaching him.

"It brings out my eyes," Jefferson batted his eyelashes, putting away his book, "I didn't expect to see you again for at least a few more hours."

"Yeah, well," Hamilton pulled the letter from his coat, "I found something."

Jefferson's eyebrows rose, "From Eliza?"

"Yep. I haven't been able to bring myself to open it."

"Easily fixed," Jefferson snatched it from Hamilton's hands, he lunged after it, protesting. Jefferson held him back and open the envelope, shaking the letter open, he began to read:

"My Dearest, Alexander, you are a backstabbing, cheating, lying, son of a whore. Wow, Eliza and I could be best friends," Jefferson laughed, "Sorry, I'll keep reading. But Phillip constantly wonders where you're at and is looking for trouble. I have been thinking about our situation for some time now, as I'm sure you have as well. I have decided to-" Jefferson's voice faltered, "I have decided to give you a second chance. For now, we can stay in a hotel room together until we smooth things out again. With unwavering love but little trust, your wife, Elizabeth Hamilton."