slyrider asked: OMG AND CABINET BATTLE #1 like damnnn. I want to see this musical so bad but I'm not willing to sell my vital organs lol

YO ME TOO.  Okay, like, I hate Jefferson and have done for years (I am committed to my emotions about historical figures, I’ve hated TJeff for almost as long as I’ve been in love with the Marquis de Lafayette, and I have no regrets).  BUT, that said, I love his part in Cabinet Battle #1.  And Hamilton’s.  But I particularly like the line “Look, when the British taxed our tea, we got frisky; imagine what gon’ happen when you try to tax our whiskey.”

And you know, I don’t feel like selling my vital organs, but if someone’s willing to pay a few grand for an assassin, they could hit me up and I’d be prepared to get the money with someone else’s vital organs, if you feel me.

(In other news, The Reynolds Pamphlet just started and…WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS, HAMILTON.  Also, slay him, Angelica, SLAY HIM.)

slyrider asked: FAM Yorktown gets me hype. Especially when Hercules comes is. I die every time but i cry literally every time i hear the stay alive reprise, it's quiet uptown, the world was wide enough and who lives who dies who tells your story

OH MY GOD FOR REAL.  Yorktown, like, that is my JAM.  Also Stay Alive (I like all the…fighty songs, basically, Yorktown, Stay Alive, Guns and Ships, yeah; I am a little too Hamilton for my own health because I am also the sort of person who meets strangers and goes “I punched this person you know, therefore we’re going to be friends.”).  

And oh God, the Stay Alive reprise.  Do not touch me, I will never be okay, this musical has destroyed my life.  

AND. For emotions in the most compact form I’ve ever encountered, Best of Wives and Best of Women might kind of take the cake.  It’s so fucking short and yet???  By the end of it, I’m DEAD, I am SLAIN.  (Actually, go read the actual letter, it is fucking tragic.)  And oh my God, The World Was Wide Enough is just like.  NO.  I mean, yes, but ALSO NO.  This musical, man, this is so fucking distressing. 

Like, we’re listening to I Know Him and my parents are cracking up (and so am I, I love King George’s songs) and I’m just like “It goes SO BAD from here, guys, enjoy it while you got it.”