I took a picture of this at Whole Foods and this gay black couple smiled at me so wide and we just shared this great moment and it was amazing that we were silently bonding over a dead white guy. what has Lin done to us
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Author’s Note: I submitted a prompt about this idea, and then I submitted a clarification, and by the time I wanted to submit a second clarification, I thought, I should just write the thing.
Summary: They’re in the play! (Little bits of Hamilton/Laurens, Hamilton/Eliza, Peggy/Maria, and lots of friendshipping.)
1
They go through the requisite amount of hey, this doesn’t look like heaven, this looks like a theater!, which takes… more time than you might think, especially since they aren’t all speaking to each other. Hamilton is refusing to acknowledge anything Jefferson says, Jefferson wants to be addressed as Mr. President, and Eliza keeps deliberately stepping on Burr’s foot. Madison is just glad to not be coughing. He breathes in and out. Nudges Jefferson. Smiles.
It’s Angelica who finds the books.
Some time after that, John Laurens finds the first playbill.
And, well, there’s nothing else to do.
Pity them: they can’t even make the obligatory Waiting for Godot reference.
2
The first time around, they have to do it all script-in-hand. Eliza plays her husband. Being him, singing and rapping his lines, is like learning a new grammar. By the end of Act One, she’s flushed pink. Everyone has been chanting her name—the longer they say “Alexander,” the more it sounds like “Eliza,” as if all of this is for her—and she’s been moving so quickly, her skin burns, as if she will tear through it, step out, take flight.
In Act Two, she moves on Maria Reynolds—played by Burr—with a kind of ruthlessness. She says he’s left her helpless.
He sings, “I didn’t know any better.”
She says she’s ruined.
Here’s the kicker: he agrees. “Yes, yes,” they both sing in tandem.
3
Lafayette plays Jefferson; Jefferson plays Lafayette. No one can tell the difference. They finally compromise, so that Jefferson plays Lafayette with his hair undone and Lafayette binds his back to play Jefferson. Also Jefferson will stop trying to do Lafayette’s accent, because it makes everyone uncomfortable. They spend hours in the wings practicing “Guns and Ships” and “Washington On Your Side” together.
They all like their doubles because they have all, at one point, been lonely.
(Washington, without wife or family, still is.)
its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager
oh my god No it doesn’t don’t put this kind of pressure on people?? you can absolutely fuck up in your teen years and continue on to a good life just fine. you can drop out of school, get a GED, still go to college and finish your degree as late as you want. i know people in my school who still haven’t graduated and they’re 26. some older. you can always transfer someplace else, always build yourself up from the ground. after a certain amount of college credits, a lot of schools really don’t care about your high school GED or your SAT scores anymore. if you fuck up in your teenage years you are not a failure!! you can ALWAYS re-invent yourself, always start over. there is always a second chance.
Reblogging this for my followers freaking out over art school/college. I dropped out of high school and never thought I’d get into college as easily as I did. You will be fine!
Fun story my biology professor just told us: When he was 23 he was married to his wife and worked two jobs to support them since she was in college: gas station attendant and construction worker. He worked these two jobs because that was the only work he could get since he was at the reading level of a third grader.
One night he was writing something and his wife noticed he was writing from right to left. Since she was studying occupational therapy she realized he had a learning disability and started working with him. He slowly began to learn to read, and at 26 got his GED and went to college.
His first year of college he took the lowest level math course he could take, 001. Over the years he worked on learning what he needed to, ended up graduating with a biology degree. He then went on to get his masters and PhD, graduating at the top of his class. He is now an extremely accomplished biologist and professor.
So don’t let anyone tell you that you’re future is based on your choices as a teenager.
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okay but one of those “whatever tag shows up for this word” memes for:
-son
-trash
-dead
-child
-smol
-hate
(Source: starrylesbians, via amusewithaview)
i love when people want to play “never have i ever” because i destroy at that game. i’ve never had sex, i’ve never kissed anyone, i’ve never had a boyfriend, i’ve never been on a date. i just sit back and laugh my ass off as people lose so quickly. it’s the best perk to being the virginiest virgin to ever virgin.
ok but never have I ever
with things you’ve read in fanfiction
Aw shit.
Oh fuck
Drunk. I’d be so drunk so damn fast.
Never have I ever NOTHING. I have read everything.
I have read things I wish I could UNREAD.
Hahaha I would love to play the fanfic version of this
Plot twist on the plot twist: Never have I ever fanfic WRITER edition.
“Sheila, why, did you take a shot for THAT? I’ve read your entire archive on Ao3. I know you’ve never–”
“No, YOU’VE never *hic* never… never… god Sam, the early 2000s were a bad time. I’ve been down in the fanfic mines for just so. Damn. Long. *steals the bottle*”
Well fuck…
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i like to imagine that clark kent’s search history is mostly normal but then there’s stuff like “improved superman costume concept art” because he wanted ideas
#what would you even do as an artist #if one day superman is just wearing a costume that is clearly your design #like superman was clearly looking at your deviantart #there is a chance that superman saw that art you drew of him kissing batman #why is he wearing the costume you designed #is he trying to send a message #is he saying that he really does smooch batman #did superman see your kryptosona #how much does he know
someone said they wanted to be able to reblog this with my horrible tags
no but like… do you sue him for using your designs? Do you politely ask him to stop using your designs? Do you ask him for license fees when the Superman merchandise adopts your design as well?
i am absolutely sure that he would find one with an artist’s comment/description that included “hey superman if you’re reading this feel free to use this anytime ok ;3″ and he would say “oh man that’s so thoughtful, thank you weedhorse69, I think I will” and like how do you explain in court that you, weedhorse69, did not intend for your statement to be any kind of contractual offer because you did not think he would ever find your public internet post with his name all over it
#people are reblogging the version of this without my final addition#offended that i would suggest clark kent wouldn’t credit the artist#missing what i consider to be the obvious facts of the matter#it’s probably a costume designed out of pure thirst too like#weedhorse69 is gonna keep his mouth shut because this way he gets to watch superman#running around town in a costume that really shows off his biceps and abs#he thought it looked summery#the league holds an intervention asking him to please stop wearing it#he does not stop no one can stop him#batman v superman II: clark please put on a real shirt
tumblr is garbage and likes to resize everything and readmores don’t work on mobile anyway so you all will just have to click through if you want to read weedhorse69′s chatlog screenshots
you should DEFINITELY read weedhorse69’s chatlog screenshots, oh my god
And now I’m imaging that weedhorse69 is Kyle Rayner before he got the ring.
Later, after he gets the ring … awkward. So awkward.
“Obviously you aren’t obligated to join the League, but we’d be happy to have you.”
Kyle was going to die. He did not, despite the obvious facts, consider himself to be possessed of great will. It did not occur to him that the fact that he could make himself stand there and pretend to be casual spoke volumes.
“I’ll have to think about it,” he said, hoping that his voice didn’t shake, turning down the thing he would have liked most in the world. “I’m a pretty private person.”
Superman considered this. “That’s fair,” he said, “but maybe I should mention that the League doesn’t require you to disclose your civilian identity.”
“It doesn’t?” Shit. He shouldn’t have sounded so excited.
“No. Some people choose to disclose to close friends, but it isn’t on file and no one has to share anything they’re not comfortable with.”
“Oh.” Maybe… maybe no one would have to know. Maybe he could do this. “I’ll still have to think about it,” he said, even as he made up his mind, “but I am very interested.” Superman smiled, suddenly, and even though he had been nothing but kind Kyle was terrified. “What? Did I say something funny?”
“No, no, you’re fine,” Superman assured him. “Usually Green Lanterns are a little more candid, is all. There’s nothing wrong with it.”
“I, uh.” Kyle faltered. “It’s not that I have anything to hide. It’s just… before I got the ring, I… did some things I’m not proud of.” Superman nodded in a manner warily sympathetic. “Things are different now, though. Very different.”
“I believe you,” Superman said, and it was absolutely killing him how nice he was. He was so nice. Kyle’s only saving grace was that he was wearing the classic costume. “The ring chose you, that’s all I need to know.”
Oh, god. Superman thought he had reformed from a life of crime.
He wasn’t entirely wrong. Right? Right. This was fine. Everything was fine. Kyle would join the League and never tell anyone his name and no one would ever know the depth of his sins and he would meet Batman and that would end well.
… he needed to go find Jimmy immediately.
1) I don’t know how I had failed to follow @unpretty after I read Empty Graves.
2) Clearly this is a woman with a firm grasp of the best version of the DC Universe.
3) This thing of beauty is the thingest of beauties that ever did exist
4) I didn’t know I shipped Jimmy Olsen (jimjams) with Kyle Rayner until I did
5) If you don’t click on the chatlog screenshots and laugh your entire ass completely off, I don’t know why you follow my trash heap tumblr because we have nothing in common.
(via cthulhu-with-a-fez)
(Source: iraffiruse, via vampiregerards)