#the hamiltons move uptown

[squilfmybeloved]

it's quiet uptown but it's tony, may, and pepper after the events of infinity war

[nothing-but-glitter-and-lashes]

pleeeeease just let me rant

so obviously a lot of the hype for hamilton the musical has calmed down. it’s been almost ten years. the original cast has long since moved on, and you won’t find as many posts about it on tumblr, and a LOT less active fan fiction. i understand that it’s been a while. but-

hamilton the musical is a piece of artwork. it took Lin-Manuel Miranda seven years to write. its emotions are relatable, and powerful. ive yet to meet someone who hasn’t cried on watching it’s quiet uptown for the first time. the level of intense talent you need to even begin to attempt to write something like that is just beyond incredible.

“Just get over Hamilton it’s dead”

so the fandom’s less active. so what? it will continue to be beautiful. continue to be hilarious. continue to punch you in the gut. let hamilton the musical live. don’t be ashamed to stay in a fandom that’s been around for a while.

the original cast, and any cast after, has so much talent. Renée Elise Goldsberry rapping and singing in Satisfied has my heart. her delivery of It’s Quiet Uptown makes anyone sob. Daveed Diggs in Guns and Ships? anyone? fastest song on broadway EVER? and don’t even get me STARTED on Pippa Soo, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Okieriete Onoadowan, Leslie Odom Jr, Chris Jackson, Anthony Ramos. And as for Lin-Manuel Miranda, what can i say?

listen to hamilton. love hamilton. sing and rap hamilton. be a nerd about hamilton. let people judge you. it’s their loss. anyone who wants to go a life without understanding these emotions, this power, that Lin-Manuel Miranda squeezed into 2 and a half hours, well, that’s their problem.

be a hamilfan. and don’t let anyone give you shit for it.

[luxaryllis]

It's Quiet Uptown

Note: Okay, I know I have a bunch of requests in my inbox, and I'm so sorry BUT!! I got into a Hamilton phase and now, you all are gonna have to bear with it with a songfic.

Also, for the sake of this fic (and for my convenience), I'll refer to Vil's father as his stage name, Eric.

This takes place at the first alternate ending of my Vil's Younger Sibling fic. Find that here, but it's part of a series, so keep that in mind!

(tagging: @dr3amscap3)

Warning/s: Angst no fluff, Death, Slight spoilers for Chapter 6, Canon divergence, Spoilers for Chapter 5, My attempts to change some lyrics to fit the situation

Vil's fingers press on the piano keys, his hands already knowing the notes and chords of every part of the song. Every cue to step on the pedal. From his posture to the elegance of his fingers, nobody would have thought that Vil was grieving.

There are moments that the words don't reach

There is suffering too terrible to name...

It had become almost habitual at this point, keeping up a mask to hide his true emotions. It was a skill actors and models always had to have, after all.

He just has to look perfect. No emotion, not even a flicker, not even the tiniest amount of weakness must be shown. Nothing must be out of place.

He is perfect. He needs to be perfect. He is fine. He's moved on. His past is behind him. He needs nothing else, no one else.

He is whole...

The door opens, a small creak and a set of footsteps signifying the entrance of someone. Weary and puffy purple eyes look at Vil as he plays the piano. The sight was normal all the time, but Eric can't help but feel that something was missing.

In the Schoenheit household, the sound of piano chords was always accompanied with the sound of violin strings. Vil and his younger sibling would always be playing music together. And Eric loved coming home to hear the sounds his children would make together.

But [Name] wasn't here. They no longer are here, and perhaps that is why the sound of the piano on its own never felt right. The violin in the corner of the room is untouched, left in its case all in the back of the room.

Eric walks closer to Vil and the piano, listening and lightly humming along with the music. The two stop for a moment, expecting a certain violinist play a wrong note or add a new melody. [Name] always changed the line, they changed the melody every time.

But there was nothing. Just silence.

Vil buries his face in his father's chest, his tears soiling Eric's dress shirt, but the man couldn't care less. Eric pats his son's back, running a hand through his hair in the hopes of soothing his eldest son.

You hold your child as tight as you can

And push away the unimaginable

Eric doesn't cry. He can't cry. Not right now, when Vil need him to be strong. It tires him to cry, but it tires him even more having to acknowledge the truth every day.

There are moments when you're in so deep

It feels easier to just swim down

...

The Schoenheits give up their crown

And learn to live with the unimaginable

Vil heaves a sigh as he walks around town. Eric had pushed him to take a stroll, perhaps to try taking his mind off of everything. Eric had a waver to his voice that made Vil know that his father only made him go out the house so the man could cry on his own.

I spend hours in the garden

I walk alone to the store

The hustle and bustle of the town was normal, everyone was living their lives. The townspeople had gotten used to having the Schoenheit family just nearby, and mostly left them unbothered. It was a slow and silent day, to Vil at least.

From one of the houses nearby, a certain wolf beastman looks out the window, seeing the model walk past. Jack can't help but frown a bit, watching how Vil walks and stands tall, but his eyes have a faraway look to them.

And it's quiet uptown

I never liked the quiet before

Vil plops down a bouquet of [Name]'s favorite flowers by the tombstone, taking a clean rag and wipes the grave meticulously. There was barely any dust or dirt on it, thanks to Vil's weekly visits, but he couldn't stop himself.

I visit their grave on Sunday

Placing some flowers on the floor

At the very least, Vil could still pamper his younger sibling the best he can. The actor blinks multiple times, the tears in his eyes making it hard to see his surroundings properly. A Purple Emperor butterfly lands on the flowers on the floor, resting its wings.

...

And I pray

That never used to happen before

Vil sighs, burying his hands in his pockets, burying the lower part of his face behind his scarf. He mumbles to himself, whispering apologies and reminiscing memories of [Name]. Vil can't help but manage a pathetic chuckle. He would always scold them for mumbling and hiding their face.

If you see him in the street,

Walking by himself, talking to himself,

Have pity

Vil always told [Name] to be proud of who they are.

But Vil can't even follow his own advice, for once. Not when guilt and self-blame eats him up on the inside.

"[Name], you wouldn't like things right now, it's too quiet right now..."

He is working through the unimaginable

...

Eric walks through the city, trying to ignore the press and paparazzi following him incessantly. The man, for the first time in what feels like the longest time, wishes he had bodyguards with him or that he had simply not gone out at all.

His hair has gone grey, he passes every day

They say he walks the length of the city

But he knew that he had to leave the house. If he hadn't, then he would have been stuck in his youngest child's room, looking through every picture for the millionth time that day.

He looks across the street, seeing a father lifting up his daughter, a proud smile on his face as he plays around with his children, his wife laughing and taking pictures of the moment. Eric feels a pang in his heart, wishing that family nothing but happiness.

Eric remembers the first time he held Vil, the first time he saw [Name]. He remembers his children's first words, their first steps, he wouldn't even need a photograph or a video to remember it. When he saw [Name] smile for the first time, Eric remembers his exact words and thoughts in that moment:

"You knock me out, I fall apart"

Can you imagine?

...

"Look at where we are, look at where we started." Rook places a hand on Vil's shoulder, looking at him in concern.

Vil looks back at him, keeping back his emotion. He must be perfect, and not a single speck out of place. But the hunter could see and hear very clearly, how Vil was clearly too stressed for anything. It was a wonder how the dorm leader could handle going back to school like this.

"The students don't deserve me, Rook-" Rook shakes his head and gently shushes Vil. He can't bear seeing his Roi du Poison so anguished, but knows that there isn't much he can do. Despite this, he tries anyway.

"Shh, hear me out, that would be enough."

Vil huffs and shakes his head in return, his thoughts spiraling back to the VDC tournament. His foolish decisions that led to his sibling's death.

"If I could spare their life... if I could trade their life for mine..."

Vil trails off and glances at Epel, who was despondently playing with his food. Normally, Vil would have scolded the first year for doing so, but he didn't have the heart nor the energy to do so.

Rook sighs and makes Vil face him, holding him by the shoulders, trying to comfort his friend.

They'd be standing here right now, and they would smile

And that would be enough.

"I don't pretend to know the challenges you're facing. I know there's no replacing what was lost, and you need time."

"But don't be afraid, you'll know when you're ready. Just let me stay here by your side. That would be enough."

...

Vil briskly walks over to Epel, who was going back to the dorm from club time. The dorm leader had been trying to talk to the first year for a while, but it's been hard getting Epel to speak or even look at Vil for more than three seconds.

If you see him in the street

Talking by his side, walking by his side

Have pity

"Epel, do you like it right now? It's quiet right now.."

He is trying to do the unimaginable

But Epel ignores him, walking faster and faster until he starts running to the mirror, leaving Vil alone in the hallway.

...

Epel walks as Vil tries to catch up with him. The first year's blue eyes gaze at the wall and the floor like it was the most interesting in the world. He can't bear looking at his dorm leader.

See them walking in the hall, staring at the wall

Taking in the glances full of pity

Not when Vil looked so much like [Name]. Not when looking at Vil reminds Epel of the friend he lost too quickly.

Then a butterfly flutters nearby, and Epel glances at it. His meemaw always told him that butterflies symbolized the dead, and he tears up. He could hear [Name]'s laugh from when they messed around when [Name] was staying in his house. And then he heard their scream, when the rubble fell down and crushed them under it.

Epel stops walking, his gaze distant but fixated on the butterfly fluttering around him. Vil takes this as a chance to try speaking to Epel, but the first year beats him to it.

"Look around, look around, [Name]..."

It was an absent-minded murmur on Epel's part, but it brought Vil to tears as well. The two didn't speak, only stood next to each other, watching the butterfly land on an apple tree, eating an apple that fell to the ground.

They are trying to do the unimaginable

...

Every class he goes to, Vil always notices the Purple Emperor butterfly following him. Some of the other students have pointed it out, Rook especially. The hunter would say that [Name] was always watching over him.

There are moments that the words don't reach

There's a grace too powerful to name

But Vil won't believe it ⸺ he can't believe it, rather. Why would [Name] watch over Vil, of all people? It was a foolish thought, after all. Vil was the reason why [Name] died. So why would they follow him when they could simply rest in the peace that reached them too soon?

We push away what we can never understand

We push away the unimaginable

...

Vil watches [Name] as they play with the butterflies that float around them. The younger Schoenheit had a ghost of a smile on their face as the beautiful insects fluttered about them. And Vil eyes the scene with wide, unbelieving eyes.

They are standing in the garden

Vil by [Name]'s side

The older Schoenheit slowly walks over, hesitantly approaching his younger sibling, who was acting like nothing had happened. Like it was all a dream.

As though sensing their older brother's presence, [Name] turns around, the small smile on their lips still there. And they do something Vil never thought was possible.

They take his hand...

[Name] opens their mouth to speak, looking up at Vil with a sad, accepting smile.

"It's quiet uptown."

Vil's eyes widen and the dam of emotion is released once again. He falls down to his knees, clenching his eyes closed as tears run down his cheeks, ruining his makeup. Gently squeezing his younger sibling's hand, he presses it against his cheek, trying to prove to himself that [Name] was indeed here.

Forgiveness. Can you imagine?

And for the first time in a long time, Vil smiled. Happy tears fall down his face and he looks up at [Name]. Then he notices a small flicker in [Name]'s expression.

Their eyes darken.

Their smile turn into a smirk that looked almost evil.

And then Vil realizes where he was.

Forgiveness.

Vil quickly jumps away, narrowly dodging a pile of rubble that fell right where he was a second ago. The Schoenheit rubs his eyes, wiping away the tears and gets his magic ready to defend himself.

Vil isn't in a garden. He isn't in home. He's in STYX, getting tested on because he overblotted and survived, though Vil wishes he never did. His heart aches, and he can't help but curse the Shroud brothers in his mind for bringing sweet [Name] into this.

He curses the world for having the gall to create a version of his younger sibling based on his memories just to attack him. For getting his hopes up, for getting him to think that [Name] was still with him. For making him go against his sibling once again. For making this the last time he'll see [Name] 'alive' and well.

Can you imagine?

[presidentkittycherk]

okayy everyone so heres my very poorly written hamilton 70s au plot.....

please dont mind my writing im very bashful but i wanted to get it out for @x-fag ... also a big thank you to @hamilfreak for brainstorming and helping with ideas :]

A very basic timeline of events

1973-johnmovesto town, gets job at store

1974-burrens becomes irl

1975-herc, john n burr move in tgther -herc and laf begin their love and laf in need of a permanent place moves in (he contributs SO MUCH cuz he rich asl oh my god.) -eliza gets pregnant and the hamiltons get engaged and .. move uptown

1976- hamilton and eliza move to town -hamilton gets banned from gay club -burr quits job at office to full time queen(just the plot from her on out tbh meh)

Its "quiet" uptown… SETTING: 1976, a town right outside of new york city

an engaged couple,annoying deadbeat alexander hamilton and tired newly pregnant eliza schuler, move to new york. eliza aleady works at the groceey store bakery bur forces hamilton to get a job to support the upcoming family so he gets a job at "Office". The night before his first day, alexander decides to sneak out as he frequiently does. Alexander is proudly "bi-curious" and these desires led him to the towns local "gay club". Upon his arrival, his eyes are immediatly set on a young man with some groovy bellbottoms. alex immediatly approaches and starts a conversation. He attempts to flirt but the young man seems uncomfortable and confused and his eyes keep darting back and forth. Alex doesnt catch the hint and put his arm around him and insists he buys him a drink.

Suddenly alexander feels someone yank him by the hair and flip him around and away from the young man. Its the classiest queen in town, Purple Velvet! without letting go of alexs greasy slicked back hair, she damands to know what his problem is. alex mumbles a few half assed explanations, but Velvet already flashed her blinged pistol in her purse to alex and is dragging him out. by this point, a bouncer has arrived to asses the situation. Velvet queens out, tells the bouncer alex was harrassing her bitch and she wants him BANNED from the gay club. Sense she is one of the main attractions at the bar, the bouncer takes a polatroid of alex, tapes it up on the wall as banned and lets him go!!

The young man was John laurens, and him and aaron burr(purple velvet) have been lovers adn live together for two years now. John works at the grocery store as a cashier and is generally bummed out, but he is happy to at least have burr. He moved to new york from south carolina in 1973 coming from a rich family who just wanted him to move out. They give him a monthly allowance still, he pretends he doesnt get it but everyone knows! Aaron burr used to do theatre and opera, but found real success and passion in drag. His background isnt very clear, but his parents just recently died and he is rich as fuck right now and is fighting for his life budgeting for cocaine. He works at the office and preforms as Purple Velvet. Burr is a frequent at the grocery store john works at, and noticed him as cute when he started working there but didnt assume he would reciprocate so he left it be. John saw burr and was immedietly intrigued and conflicted. He hadnt had much interest in dating or love before, but he immeditaly understood what he felt when he saw burr. in exploring these feelings, john wound up finding the gay bar figuring this would lead him to discover more about himself. He wanders around and sees a poster with the stranger from the grocery stores face on it! it says purple velvet will preform on THIS FRIDAY NIGHT! John is confused and wasnt familiar with drag, but he was excited nontheless and goes home. All week he thinks about Purple Velvet and what it could mean.

Friday night comes, and john catches the last number in Purple velvet preforms. He is ENAMOURED if he wasnt already enough! He sits down and wonders what to do, he wants to talk to Velvet, but he doesnt know how! BUrr comes out in a more casual dress after changing out of purple velvet and noticed the cute cashier was over at the bar. Feeling more confident in his chances now that hes seeing him HERE, he approaches john, tells him he remembers him from the grocery store asks if he can sit by him and buy him a drink. John is speachless and bashful and these two rich gays hit it off and start chatting it up! burr take john home and the rest is HISTORY!!!!!!!!

The two have two other roomates(by 1976), Hercules and lafayette. Hercules mulligan is the most locked in person here and owns his own tailor shop and works on designing and is pioneering 1980s shillouettes. He is pretty good friends with Burr from the gay club.. Lafayette is an international salesman for his parents french phone company and is still learning english. He is a mess and rides a tiny motor bike around town trying to sell phones, but nobody knows what hes saying so he makes no sales, but he wont get fired cuz he a nepo baby! met when lafayette comes in to sell a phone, hercules cant tell what he says and thinks hes here for a suit! lafayette is confused and says yep hes here for a suit! hercules starts measuring him and it quickly becomes erotic cuz laf enjoyed it alot and thought it was some type of american sexual novelty. hercules is very very happy that lafayette is into it! lafayette has been staying at a hotel funded by his parents, as his job as an international sales man wasnt meant to keep him only in new york. Lafayette takes hercules back to the hotel room thats all dirty theres magots and german cockroaches everywhere. Hercules is very suprised and is confused about what lafayette is doing here and lafayette attemps to explain his positiobn as an international sales man, but hercules is mostly confused about the mess, sesne lafayettes only been here one and a half weeks. hercules suggests tey go back to his place instead, and lafayette takes them on his moped away to the house and lafayette loekwy just starts staying there

(I WILL REBLOG WITH PART 2) stupid fing tumblr cut me short wtf.,.

your president,

kitty!

[fionajames]

the unimaginable

hey guys this is angst (ur not ready). the lyrics in this are from the song 'It's Quiet Uptown' by Lil Manuel Miranda, from Hamilton. i recommend listening to it as u read.

T/W: Death.

There are moments that the words don’t reach

Anakin had never felt his heart drop to his stomach the same way it had when he’d heard Shmi take her last breath. 

He felt it again, as he felt Ahsoka’s life slip away from him. 

There is suffering too terrible to name

He wept for days, unable to fully process the death of his sister. She was dead. He’d never hold her close again, never correct her stance, never scold her for being cocky on the battlefield.

Nothing felt as horrible as loss, nothing hit so deep.

You hold your child as tight as you can

Obi-Wan held him close as the night began, and the day grew distant. Anakin was not alone in his mourning of his sister, even as the battle continued. Obi-Wan, Rex and Cody were among the many at his side, standing together in grief.

And push away the unimaginable

The battle continued even though they had lost so much already. It continued for days, eventually weeks. It finally ended on a sunny morning, the rain-covered ground fresh and the air crisp. It was victorious, yet, no one was celebrating.

The moments when you’re in so deep

Padme waited at her door for her husband, unaware of the empty shell of a man she was about to see. When she saw Anakin, her heart fell as his had. They wept together in the dimly lit flat.

It feels easier to just swim down

She wept still when he was gone, when the wounded man had to return to the battlefield without his sister. She saw Obi-Wan at his side, a matching shell of emptiness, devoid of all emotion.

The Hamiltons move uptown

The war was over months later, months filled with nothingness so numbing it ached. After a long, and painful Council meeting, Anakin and Padme bought a house in the quiet streets of Naboo, far away from the special place she’d lived before.

And learn to live with the unimaginable

Obi-Wan stayed there often, sitting in the dark of their spare bedroom. Rex lived in the house with them, a man divide of all happiness. Ahsoka’s death was unexpected and unimaginable, not to mention painful.

I spend hours in the garden

Anakin travelled to a garden beyond the outskirts of the city every day. He sat amongst the trees and flowers, birds singing songs of sorrow when he arrived. Ahsoka would’ve liked the garden.

I walk alone to the store

Padme walked alone almost everywhere she went. She no longer looked like the Senator of Naboo, now just a woman. A woman in immense pain.

And it’s quiet uptown

It was always quiet in the streets, an unfamiliar sound to the fighters who were so accustomed to the battlefield. It was peaceful, and they relished every second of silence that came with it.

I never liked the quiet before

Rex wasn’t used to the silence, it had always bugged him. Now, he had no sister, and the silence seemed to fit. He’d lost a sister and his spark. He’d lost his happiness 

If you see him in the street

Anakin wasn’t the same man as he was before Ahsoka. He was fragile, he was broken. He’d lost so much and then he’d lost more. He’d been pushed beyond his breaking point.

Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity

He’s only happiness came from Padme, as they walked the streets and mourned the loss of their sister. He and her were a pair, a pair of broken people.

They are going through the unimaginable

Rex, Obi-Wan, Padme and Anakin. 

The four people sharing the pain of one girl’s death.

Sharing the pain of their sister’s death.

Please send requests!!!!!!!!!!!1

Have a good day/night!

taglist: @techs-goggles9902, @transmascanakin, @skellymom

[actual-changeling]

i listened to the hamilton soundtrack and ended up with a visceral reaction to "it's quiet uptown" and this is the result. may or may not be turned into a full fic at some point.

-

Joel tells Ellie the truth about what happened in Salt Lake City and she pushes him away, angry, unable to process it, so she puts as much distance between them as possible. Joel is at a loss of what to do, unable to think, work, anything, and he just ends up walking around Jackson for hours. Tommy is worried, watching him become tired and losing the glow he had gained since coming back, but there is nothing he can do to help. He can't sit around in a house that is full of Ellie, a stray sweatshirt over the back of his couch, elastics scattered over every surface, her books on the coffee table; his heart crumbles whenever he looks around and sees the evidence of what he has lost.

So he walks, quietly at first, but then he starts talking to himself to fill the silence following him around, a silence Ellie used to fill. It's whatever is on his mind, musing about taking up wood working, playing the guitar again, but eventually he ends up talking to Ellie, to Sarah, trying to process.

Days pass like this, Joel walking around Jackson until his knees ache too much to keep going, whittling away in his bedroom once his legs give out, falling asleep in a quiet, empty house, and without Ellie's light, he feels himself slowly wither away and cannot bring himself to care.

It's an accident the first time it happens, they are going in the same direction at the same time, and moving away would mean acknowledging each other, something Ellie refuses to do, so they walk. They are side by side with several feet of space between them for two very, very awkward minutes before they part, and Joel thinks about those two minutes for the rest of the day; hearing her breathe, live next to him sparks a naive hope in his chest.

A few days later, it happens again, a handful of minutes spent walking in the same direction, both pretending the other isn't there (for her, he does it for her, if she let him he would turn toward her and never look away).

Then it happens again. And again. And again. It stops being an accident, and no matter how hard he tries, Joel can't help but watch the sprout of hope grow and grow.

Ellie joins him for a few minutes each day, just walking with him before turning around a corner to go to whatever he goal is that day, not that Joel would know. After a week of five minute walks each day, she eventually opens her mouth, says something stupid, small talk, commenting on the weather like you would with a neighbour, a stranger.

Joel almost trips and falls flat on his face because Ellie is talking to him and the sound of her voice smooths out some of the lines etched into his skin. So he talks to her about the weather, soaking in her presence, and they keep walking for a little while, five minutes, ten. When they part, Ellie looks at him and Joel keeps his gaze on path, her face blurry in his periphery. She is not fully smiling just yet, and quietly says see you tomorrow.

Small talk turns into her telling him about her day, minutes adding up more and more with each passing day, and Joel carefully tells her about the trinkets and guitars he is carving, simple, easy topics that don't hurt. Joel breathes easier during those conversations, sleeps better, eats more again, and no longer feels like a giant part of him is missing.

After about two weeks, she reaches out a hand to stop him when she is about to leave, fingers brushing against his arm, and Joel immediately freezes, not daring to move or breathe. Ellie hesitates before gently squeezing his shoulder and leaving with a see you tomorrow, Joel and this time she is smiling.

Their walks become longer, and at some point, Ellie gives him an almost worried look, their eyes still avoiding each other in an unspoken agreement, and they sit down. She noticed his knee is hurting despite Joel attempting to push through it, his walking pattern changing enough for her to pick up on it, and they sit with a foot of space between them on a bench and just watch people move by. Joel puts his hand in the space between them, not even on purpose, his body just reaching out to her on reflex, and Ellie's hand inches closer to his.

She doesn't look at him, pinkies brushing when she pushes her hand closer, and they haven't talked today, not really, and Joel swallows the disappointment, longing to hear her voice but refusing to push, scared to break the fragile trust blooming between them. Joel looks at her while she looks at the sky and hears her say I never hated you. I want to try, I think, to forgive you for what you did.

Her hand is resting on his and she squeezes it before standing up, leaving him with tears threatening to spill over, and when she looks back at him she is smiling, a sad smile but a smile, tears running down his cheeks the next time he blinks, almost fearing that she will disappear. Joel watches her leave with the sun shining in his chest and a whispered thank you to the universe for, somehow, granting him a third chance after everything he has done.

The next afternoon, just when Joel is about to leave for his daily walk with Ellie, someone knocks on his door and he almost passes out because she is waiting for him, looking mildly uncomfortable, eyes everywhere but on him, and she mumbles I thought we could go to the stables today. Joel says yes because he would follow her to the end of the world and back, the stables are nothing compared to that,

They take care of Shimmer together, talking. The awkwardness gradually bleeds away, slowly, and by the end, Ellie stands so close her side is almost completely pressed against his, the warmth radiating from her expelling the ice weighing down his bones.

Joel looks at her, and for the first time, she looks back.

I thought, Joel says, and he is scared, so fucking scared, because this is Ellie and he needs her, I thought I could teach you how to play the guitar. I made one for you, he doesn't say, not yet, and Ellie takes his hand, says I would like that, and that night Joel cries because he knows she is finally coming back to him.

They sit on the porch that next afternoon, Ellie next to him, no more space between them, and he teaches her how to hold the guitar, how to place her fingers for the different chords, and just watches her play with it and figure it out for herself. His cheeks hurting with how hard he is smiling, and when he hears her laugh his chest constricts so badly he stops breathing for a while, heart swelling with a please, let me have this, please, let me have her.

Ellie lowers the guitar toward the end, and he made that one for her, too, but he still doesn't say.

You know, she bites her lip, nervous, but she looks at him. I was so angry at you for taking my purpose away. I thought dying in that hospital would have finally made my life mean something. But I think. I understand why you did it. And honestly, this is way better than being dead. Joel wipes away his tears, nodding softly, and he knows there is nothing he could tell her she doesn't already know.

She puts the guitar down and stands up, and Joel does too, and she hugs him for the first time in months, her body still fitting against his exactly the same way, holding her just as tightly as she holds him. His heart stitches itself back together and she leaves him with a see you tomorrow and a silent thank you. The house no longer looks quite as dark when he goes to bed that night.

Joel teaches her how to play the guitar, evening after evening, and they take all the strings and loose ends Ellie cut and knot them back together, weaving the fabrics of their souls back into one, a patchwork blanket that remembers where it was ripped apart but wraps around both of them just fine. After two weeks of light returning to his chest, his house slowly morphing back into a home with new shirts left hanging over kitchen chairs and fresh sheets on her bed, Joel hands Ellie her guitar with a soft I made it for you, finally no longer fearing the confession might drive her away.

Ellie just smiles, leaning against him with her head resting above his heart, his arm settling around her shoulders, and says I know.

[gay-destiel]

things you miss if you only listen to hamilton:

• george's little speech at the start

• the entire 'tomorrow there'll be more of us'

• george sitting on the side of the stage to watch during the adam's administration

• george doing a little shimmy in the reynolds pamphlet

• eliza's scream when phillip dies

• pretty much everything the ensemble does <3

• the bullet coming towards alexander

• jonathan groff.

• in your obedient servant, when alex talks about thirty years of burr annoying him, burr is given, like, ten pages of writing

• eliza's expressions in burn, blow us all away and it's quiet uptown

• alex's lil twirk or whatever in helpless when phillip schuyler gives them his blessing and him being like 'uhhhh'

• peggy and laurens dancing and talking together in helpless

• FLOWER BOY HERCULES AND HE'S SO PROUD

• laurens, hercules and lafayette in the story of tonight reprise (especially the 'well i heard' part)

• the letter to hamilton traveling in guns and ships

• daveed literally dancing and jumping on a table as he raps guns and ships

• george stomping and the light turning blue in 'i'm so blue'

• lafayette and hercules reading the letter in 'tomorrow there'll be more of us'

• 'i was chosen for the constitutional convention!'

• THE SET STAIRS MOVING

• thomas jefferson and the sass of america

• hamilton butting in to introduce himself to jefferson in 'what'd i miss' and jefferson turning to madison like 'is he serious?!'

• jefferson mic drop in 'cabinet battle #1'

• jefferson continuing to make faces in hamilton's cabinet speech

• phillip being the cutest little adult 9 year old

• eliza beat boxing in 'take a break'

• alex literally bouncing around in the cabinet meetings while speaking

• in 'washington on your side' burr starts to speak and jefferson's like 'oh c'mon not you too weirdo'

• eliza actually catching fire to the letters?!

[lionheartedmusings]

oh god i know we as a community need to move on from lin-manuel miranda's hamilton but

five stages of grief q!bad to "it's quiet uptown"

[count-alucard-tepes]

Hi, I'm a fan of Hamilton the musical (spoiler warning about the musical). And i was thinking what would happen if the op hotties and their s/o lost their son? Just like Hamilton and Eliza did. In this case their son was a pirate.

Love your blog. Song that could fit into this: "It's quite uptown".

Kizaru ✨

He would mourn with his S/O but he would focus more of his time with them rather than on himself as he wanted them to know he was always with them and there for them.

Akainu🌋

It takes its toll on him a lot and he focuses his energy and time on work as he knows it will be the death of him if he openly grieves for his child.

Ryokugyu 🌱

He does drink and smoke a lot more than he did before when he thinks about his kid. He also tends to distance himself from his S/O.

Fujitora 🐅

He would comfort his S/O to his best ability and try to soothe the pain he feels as well but it’s a lot so he often finds himself crying in his child’s bedroom and wishing things would have been different.

Sir Crocodile 🐊

He takes on a lot more work and stays in his office for longer periods of time. He distanced himself from his S/O as he knows he needs to grieve and they would remind him to.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

He keeps it out of his mind as much as possible and just tells his S/O they should try again for another child. He isn’t very supportive as a partner.

Benn Beckman 🔫

He would grieve in his own time, in his own way but his priority was focusing on his S/O and supporting them during this difficult time.

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

He took it really badly as he really loved his child so much and it hurt him a lot to lose the child. He would often sit with his S/O and reminisce about their kid.

Killer🔪

He would try to keep his mind busy as he knows it would be too much for him to handle if he had thought about his child.

Kaido🐉

He cries often when he thinks about his child and if he sees anything related to his child, he breaks down immediately.

King 👑

He tries to keep himself busy but he often finds that when he is alone, he starts to break down and wish things were different for his child.

Queen👑

He keeps himself busy by writing songs about his child that he keeps private to himself and to his S/O.

Izou🔫🔫

He grieves with his S/O as he knows that they need to support each other during this time and it would only bring them closer.

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

He keeps himself preoccupied with work and starts to distance himself from his S/O as he doesn’t want to think too much about his child.

Oven Charlotte 🍞

He is very supportive towards his S/O and makes sure that they spend time together so that they could try to move on.

Buggy🤡

It hurts him deeply to experience this as he always wanted to be a father and now that was taken away from him. He spends most of his days in his kid’s bedroom, reminiscing.

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

He is beyond devastated by the loss of his child and would often be out outside, whimpering and reminiscing about the good days with his child at his side.

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

He tries to support his S/O the best he can and neglects his own mourning. He doesn’t want to think about himself too much as it makes him way too emotional which he associates with being weak.

[jittyjames]

alexander hamilton aaron burr john laurens

I already did john and aaron but HAMMY!!!

his love language is physical touch. this man is so touchy. he's running his hands all over everyone. (shhh it's because he wants to hold onto the people in his life bc everyone in his old one was ripped away from him shhhhhh he's touch starved)

he knows he's toxic. sometimes he loathes himself for it, sometimes he's sort of proud that he has that much power over people. he feels as if he rots everyone he's around. sometimes he's just moving too fast to care about things like that. when he was growing up, he only had time to think of himself, and that kind of stuck with him. yeah, he hurts people, but if he's getting what he needs, then that's the first priority. (he needs therapy. his lovers deserve better.)

he loves shakespeare. he's a stan. he loves reading him, he loves seeing the plays, he loves everything. they're both so wordy and extravagant and dramatic. alexander can appreciate that. referencing macbeth to angelica in take a break wasn't a one time thing. he frequently does this. he sprinkles shakespeare references into everything. anything can happen, they'll be a beat of silence, then he'll speak up like, "this is just like the time shakespeare wrote—" and everyone will collectively groan

he likes spending time with nature. sometimes he'll just write outside, enjoying the fresh air and the quiet. it helps him feel closer to the people he lost. in rippling water, he hears his mother. in the warmth of the sun, he feels john. after philip's death, he's in everything. it's why he takes his long walks in it's quiet uptown

[1birthdaycake1]

Larry Johnson x Ghost!Reader (ANGST)

"He is going through the unimaginable." (may or may not be a HAMILTON reference...)

"Larry... Larry...?" I speak, my cold voice ran through the wall of the apartments.

There are moments that the words don't reach, there is suffering too terrible to name,

A few hours before my death, I realized my friends were the only people who cared the most about me.

The moments when you're in so deep, it feels easier to just swim down.

I got killed from a drive-by, performed by a racist, I died at 10:46, September 13, 1993.

Larry's POV:

"Sal... I just can't live without her." He choked in between sobs.

If you see him in the street, walking by himself, talking to himself, have pity.

"It's ok Larry, I miss her too." Sal responds, voice breaking in between cries.

Look at where we are, look at where we started. I know I don't deserve you, Eliza. But hear me out, that would be enough.

I grasp a whisp of both of the boy's hair and move it slowly.

There are moments that the words don't reach, There is a grace too powerful to name. We push away what we can never understand; We push away the unimaginable

"Don't forget me." I say, tears falling down my face, landing on the floor.

It's quiet uptown.

"I will never forget you. I love you." He says clutching his chest in-between sobs.

They are going through the unimaginable.

[music-in-my-veins14]

The Hamiltons move uptown And learn to live with the unimaginable.

[stpauligirl]

tag game!

tagged by: @winterrose527

name: Bonnie

pronouns: she/her

where do you call home: I am a member of the International Fraternal Order of Former Minnesotans. I moved away many years but all my family are still still there.

favorite animal: this dog who thinks the pope parade is for him

cereal of choice: Life

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: vis 👏 u 👏 al 👏, please

first pet: a dog named Duke

favorite scent: a lei being placed around your neck when you arrive in Hawaii

do you believe in astrology: it has never been something that resonates with me

how many playlists do you have on your music service of choice: 110. But most of them are just albums or soundtracks or artists I want to remember, not all curated compilations.

sharpies or highlighters: sharpie

song that makes you cry: It's Quiet Uptown from Hamilton. Also Kelly Clarkson's version from the Hamilton Mixtape. Bonus tears!

song that makes you happy: Cut to the Feeling by Carly Rae Jepsen

and finally, do you write/draw/create: I wish! The most I do is dabble with calligraphy sometimes.

tagging @mariavlc82, @stars-inthe-sky, @ballroompink and whoever else wants to do it

[handeaux]

Price Hill’s Wilder Avenue Memorializes A Wealthy Family With One Wild Child

It has often been said that the best way to make a small fortune is to start out with a large fortune, and that was certainly the philosophy of Horace K. Wilder.

Today, the Wilder name is hardly remembered in Cincinnati. There is a minor street in Price Hill marking the boundary between East Price Hill and Lower Price Hill named for the Wilder family, but that’s about it. At one time the Wilders owned more than 60 acres of land, a significant portion of the hilltop and eastern slopes of Price Hill.

Horace Wilder, in other words, grew up in comfort if not outright luxury. His family had money, even if they were not inclined to spend it ostentatiously. There was no Wilder mansion up on Price Hill, unlike the substantial residences of their neighbors Reese Price and Peter Neff. Still, Horace knew the value of money. That knowledge even got him into trouble.

As a young man, just starting out in the world, Horace lived with his uncle William Wilder. Horace’s mother died when he was quite young and his father not much later. Horace and Uncle William spent the summer of 1892 in Florida and returned home at the end of August. Horace took the family carriage out to visit friends and Uncle William discovered that his pocket book, containing $115, was missing. He contacted the police and had Horace arrested. As court testimony revealed, Horace was innocent. As he left the house, he realized that his uncle, sitting on the lawn, was quite inebriated and might easily be robbed by any passer-by. Horace put the pocket book in the house and let Uncle William sleep it off.

On achieving the age of 21 in 1893, Horace came into a substantial inheritance and immediately launched a campaign to spend it all as soon as possible. Horace quickly earned a reputation in Cincinnati as an easy mark, but his revels extended to Hamilton and Louisville. One day, Horace hired a cab to take himself, a boxer named Charles Slusher and an artist named Henry Niemeyer on an expedition to paint the town red. According to the Cincinnati Post [5 December 1893]:

He ”bought Slusher a pair of gloves, Niemeyer a hat, gave the latter $2 on two different occasions, and allowed him to pick up the change when he broke a bill and bought champagne and beer for a gang of ‘cadgers’ who followed them about.”

When Horace awoke the next morning, he was convinced he had been robbed and had saloonist Jack Page arrested on suspicion. Page provided sufficient evidence to have the charges dropped, the evidence being that Horace was too drunk to remember that he had spent the supposedly stolen money. Page turned around and sued Horace for slander and Horace had to shell out a thousand dollars to soothe Page’s temper.

With Page mollified, Horace moved his base of operations uptown to Kissel’s beer garden in Over-The-Rhine. There, he beheld the comely chanteuse Ida Reynolds and declared his intent to marry the young lady immediately. After delivering a veritable greenhouse of flowers to Miss Reynolds’ dressing room, followed up with cases of bubbly, he popped the question, but she turned him down.

Horace next caught sight of Bessie Miller, a woman of alluring countenance but mysterious circumstances. It turned out that she was a kept woman, the mistress of a caterer serving a prison term for embezzling from the Phoenix Club. Horace’s ardor cooled.

With his exploits filling the newspapers almost every day, Horace’s family grew concerned. Word got around that one of his uncles wanted to have the court put Horace in a guardianship. Horace took the hint and departed for the Oklahoma Territory to stay with one of his brothers until things cooled down in Cincinnati.

Three months later, Horace was back in town, announcing plans to open a gambling joint in Northern Kentucky, financed by yet another sale of his inherited Price Hill property. Not mentioned in any of the stories about Horace’s shenanigans on this trip through Cincinnati is the fact that he was now a married man. While in Oklahoma, Horace married Zula Belle Shaffer on 7 February 1894. By all accounts, Miss Shaffer was a beautiful and accomplished young lady well established in the social register of the western territory. She was 18 and had been born in Ohio.

Married or not, Horace continued his wastrel ways. By April he was in Hot Springs, Arkansas and word got back to Cincinnati that he was broke and reduced to pawning a diamond stick pin to pay his hotel bill.

Horace came close to getting himself killed in Cincinnati that autumn. At the Grand Saloon, an establishment smack in the middle of Cincinnati’s red-light district, Horace got into an argument with a sporting man named Billy Finlaw. Witnesses said they were arguing about an actress named Florence Miller. Words were said and Finlaw pushed Horace to the floor. Finlaw told his companions that, if he had a gun, he would blow Horace’s head off. One of his pals took him up on the threat and handed him a pistol, having first removed all the ammunition. Finlaw ran outside, confronted Horace and pulled the trigger a half-dozen times with the gun just inches from his face. Horace got the message and split.

But not for long. A month later, the papers reported that Horace had purchased a carriage and a fine horse and transported his friends around to all the resorts in the Tenderloin. That purchase was reported almost simultaneously with the sale of Horace’s last remaining lot in Price Hill.

Maybe he ran out of steam. He certainly appeared to run out of money, For whatever reason, Cincinnati heard nothing from Horace for almost three years, and then learned that he was dead. Word came from Oklahoma that Horace had overdosed on morphine, presumably a suicide.

The report was wrong. Horace’s brother, Charles Rollin “Roll” Wilder had received an identical share of inheritance as Horace. He took his money west and invested in Oklahoma land, holding down a position as an executive at one of the territorial banks. Horace stayed with him whenever Cincinnati got too hot for comfort. Horace did overdose on morphine, but pulled through, a much chastened man.

He moved back to Cincinnati. This time he brought his wife along. They rented a little house on Neff Avenue in Price Hill, one of his family’s former properties. Horace worked as a bookkeeper, a police officer and a carriage salesman. It was not a happy home. Horace moved out and took rooms on Garfield Place. Zula sued his sister and brother-in-law for encouraging Horace to abandon her.

The feuding in-laws were still airing the family’s dirty laundry in court when Horace died, this time for real. He was only 32. Burial was in the family plot at Spring Grove Cemetery.

[disneyanddisneyships]

Hey let’s make things worse in our hamilton au! 🥰

Youre welcome.

Hamilton AU which means this is also the AU where Judith is in hell.

"JUDITH!" Aponi yelled as she ran into the hotel.

Alastor and the group was already there.

"Is she breathing? Is she going to survive this?!" Aponi asked as she glanced to Husk.

"I... I'm not sure. It's bad," he replied.

"Who did this?! Alastor did you know?!" Aponi shouted as her eyes burned red.

Judith held out her hand to touch her mother's, not wanting to see her parents fight.

"Mama, I'm sorry for forgetting what you taught me," Judith whispered.

"My sweet girl...." Aponi muttered as she turned to her daughter, cupping her face.

"We danced ballet," Judith reminisced.

"I taught you Ballet," Aponi replied with a smile. "You changed the dance steps every time," Aponi chuckled.

"I would always change the dance," Judith grunted in pain at the holy bullet wound in her stomach.

"Remember? One two three, one two three," Aponi recited.

"One two three, one two......."

"Judy?" Aponi asked as her daughter went silent.

Aponi yelled out an unbearable scream of a mother losing a child.

She collapsed onto her daughter, holding her as close as possible.

Alastor moved to rest his hand over Aponi's only for the butterfly demon to take it away sharply.

.....

Days later Aponi had moved back into the hotel, but she never came out of her room.

Angel was met by Alastor one morning at the hotel.

There are moments that the words don't reach There is suffering too terrible to name You hold your child as tight as you can And push away the unimaginable

"Is she doing alright?" Alastor asked.

"'Doin alright'???? Seriously?" Angel stated.

Alastor looked away. Judith was practically his daughter, too.

"Look.... there are moments that words don't reach.... and sufferin' too terrible to name.... she held that kid as tight as she could..... but..... she went through the unimaginable... again...." Angel spoke.

The moments when you're in so deep It feels easier to just swim down The Hamiltons move uptown And learn to live with the unimaginable

A few more days passed, and alastor decided he'd move into the hotel as well.

And maybe Aponi would need help with something....

Instead of living with the unimaginable.

I spend hours in the garden I walk alone to the store And it's quiet uptown I never liked the quiet before I take the children to church on Sunday A sign of the cross at the door And I pray That never used to happen before

Alastor walked through the broken down garden of the hotel, earlier he had just gone to get some groceries for the group.

It was quiet.

Usually he liked the quiet when it had a few screams of terror.

But.. this was different. He needed a break from the noise.

He walked by Aponi's door to see A cross next to it.

He couldn't help but let a prayer slip through his head for her.

If you see him in the street Walking by himself, talking to himself, have pity Philip, you would like it uptown, it's quiet uptown He is working through the unimaginable

Alastor walked the streets of hell. Demons moved out of his way, but not as scared as usual. They looked at him in pity.

He payed no mind to it.

"Judith, she would like it up here. It's quiet up here," he muttered to himself.

His hair has gone grey He passes every day They say he walks the length of the city You knock me out, I fall apart Can you imagine?

Alastor walked back to the hotel and up to Aponi's room.

He knocked on the door and entered to see her laying on the bed in absolute darkness.

Look at where we are Look at where we started I know I don't deserve you, Eliza But hear me out That would be enough If I could spare his life If I could trade his life for mine He'd be standing here right now And you would smile and that would be enough

"Lilly? Darling?" He asked. No response. "I know I don't deserve you Lilly.... but listen to me, that would be enough.... if I could spare her life..... if I could trade her life for mine.... she's be standing here right now, and you would smile, and that woukd be enough," Alastor spoke.

Still no answer.

I don't pretend to know The challenges we're facing I know there's no replacing what we've lost And you need time But I'm not afraid I know who I married Just let me stay here by your side That would be enough

Alastor sighed. "I won't pretend to know the challenges you're facing.... I know there's no replacing what you've lost and you need time.... but I'm not afraid. I know who I fell in love with. Just let me stay here by your side.... that would be enough," He muttered as he went to sit next to her.

If you see him in the street Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity Eliza, do you like it uptown? It's quiet uptown He is trying to do the unimaginable

A day or so later, Alastor had gotten her to get out of bed and go on a walk.

"Ah! Darling look! It's valentine's old place!" Alastor exclaimed as he attempted to make conversation.

She hadn't spoken to him since Judith died.

"Darling do you like it up here? It's quiet up here," Alastor spoke.

See them walking in the park, long after dark Taking in the sights of the city Look around, look around, Eliza They are tryna do the unimaginable

That night The lights of the city of hell were noticeable from the hill they were on.

"Look around, Lilly!" He exclaimed, attempting the unimaginable.

There are moments that the words don't reach There's a grace too powerful to name We push away what we can never understand We push away the unimaginable

One night Angel dust sat Aponi up on her vanity so he could help her brush her hair, which had been destroyed due to her not combing it.

".... ya know.... there are moments that words don't reach.... there's a grace too powerful ta name.... we as humans and demons push away what we can never understand. We push away the unimaginable.... he's trying..... and you need support right now...." Angel spoke.

Aponi looked down in a mix of anger and hurt.

They are standing in the garden Alexander by Eliza's side She takes his hand It's quiet uptown

The next day Alastor and Aponi walked through the garden to where they had buried Judith.

Aponi took alastors hand.

He looked at her in shock.

"Its quiet uptown," She muttered.

Forgiveness, can you imagine? Forgiveness, can you imagine?

Alastor cried. Something he never thought he'd do down here.

He knelt to the floor and cried into Aponi.

She placed her hand gently on his head.

Forgiveness.

If you see him in the street Walking by her side, talking by her side, have pity They are going through the unimaginable

[liverpool-enjoyer]

15 & 17 — music game 💗

15- what moods or subjects are common in the music you listen to?

mkay the music i like fits into one of two categories. its sad girl music or HEADPHONE BREAKING EAR BLEEDING-INDUCING rock music. as for subjects a lot of em are abt love <3 cause arent all songs nowadays

17- a song that has made you cry

oh what HASNT. theres fifteen by taylor swift, which is basically abt young high school love n stuff n its made me cry, not bc i relate to it, but bc i DONT lmao. i dont love you by mcr has got me before tho i dont rlly know why. the kids arent alright by fall out boy rlly made me cry when i moved cause that was my best friend at the time n i's song <3. OH and its quiet uptown from the hamilton soundtrack?? idk what lin put in that song but every line jus feels so SAD. but the songs that get me crying the easiest are soon youll get better, marjorie, n ronan which are all by taylor swift n theyre all abt real ppl n serious topics (illness/death).

music ask thing!!