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i’m going to move both theo & philip back to my multi~ @toerr

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                                 ❛      i  know  how  lucky  i  am~      ❜               that  was  something  he  certainly  never  took  for  granted.               he  purses  his  lips  &  scoffs  gently.              ❛       you’re  assumin’  someone  would  WANT  to  marry  me.   ❜            before  the  duel  ?           sure.          now ?   

❛ maybe it’s a good thing i sound like her ! ❜ smile GROWS, parchment and quill forgotten as she goes over to her nephew, taking his hand GENTLY. ❛ you’re VERY lucky you know —- ❜ a pause, deciding to lighten up the mood as soft laughter escapes lips. ❛ i’m afraid you’ll see her cry on your WEDDING day, so there’s no avoiding that. ❜

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                           a  smile  touches  his  lips  --  soft  &  gentle  in  the  idea  of  carrying  on  his  mother’s  teachings.                he’d  let  her  down  so  much  already. . .                the  LEAST  he  could  do  was  act  how  she’d  like.               ❛       pa------     ❜                he’s  not  BLIND  to  the  wallowing  his  father  subjected  himself  to.                  he  knew  how  he  must  feel. .                 ❛      THANK  YOU. . .            for  everything  you’ve  done  for  me.     ❜

                                eyes, filled with the promise of almost-tears at hearing how hopeful his son could remain in such dire circumstances, dropped to the ground, loathing settling into his stomach. he would do anything to help his son walk again, would give anything, sacrifice anything, but he COULDN’T. he could offer nothing but his support, his love. it seemed too pathetic to even consider. “you are your mother’s son, philip.”

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i watched the snl thing last night & i just pa. 

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                                ❛       i’m  offended  !         i’m   stronger  than  you  think  !       ❜               he  calls  up  hurriedly,            extending  his  arms.               ❛       come  on--------           i  promise  i  can  handle  it.     ❜

     ‘   philip, I’d crush you, you aren’t that strong  !   ’   fond laughter escapes from her lips.   she goes for a moment, only to return.   ‘   can’t go down the stairs —- too much noise creaky stairs, you serious about catching me  ?  ’

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                                   what  GOOD  to  his  bravado  do  for  now  ?           very  little.             so  he  pushes  out  a  sigh  &  nods,         pressing  forward  on  tired  legs  to  rest  near  his  father.               ❛      it  doesn’t  hurt  as  much  as  it  once  did. . .              that  means that-------           someday---------          it  could  stop  hurting  all  together.    ❜                 blind  optimism  was  his  only  source  of  HOPE  these  days.        

                                         "you’re wobbling again ; it’s perfectly healthy to worry about you son after he’s been SHOT, philip.“ the scene played out like some distorted parody of philip’s first steps — he could still oh so FONDLY recall the image of their dearest philip, so tiny and easy to protect, standing on legs that could barely carry his weight. he had been so relieved to fall into their arms them. NOW, however….well, things changed. "i think the clutches would disagree with you. do you need to sit down? come here.”

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                             how he  wants  to  FROWN  at her  ;  but  he  won’t.             he  had  to  be  the  BEACON  he’d  once  been  in  times  such  as  these  --  so  he  SMILES,           brings  her  hand  to  his  lips,          &  presses  a  gentle  kiss  there.              ❛     as  am  i.          i  told  you  i’d  be  okay.             hamilton’s  are  hard  to  kill.   ❜

     a weak smile & laugh escape her lips at that. she shakes the look from her eyes & quickly takes his hand in hers, just to remind herself. he’s real, he’s okay —- & he’s here.     ‘ I — I didn’t mean to, I swear. ’    eyes squeeze shut as she tries to get a grip of herself.  it’s almost as if she’s lost him but he’s FINE.    ‘ I’m just —- glad you’re here. ’ 

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                                the  smile  that  steals  her  lips  is  more  than  he  can  BEAR.                so  he  draws  her  in  by  the  waist,               kissing  her  a  touch  DEEPER  than  previously.              he  smiles  back  against  her  lips,          finding  the  petal  like  feeling  intoxicating.               ❛       why  wouldn’t  i. . .?       ❜             he  can’t  imagine  actually  settling  with  any  girl  but  her  ;  he  never  had  been  able  to.               ❛        theodosia. . .            i’d  duel  your  father  a  hundred  times  to  secure  you  hand.      ❜            a  gentle  kiss  is  pressed  to  her  forehead  before  an  honest  laugh  escapes  his  lips  after  a  moment in  thought.              ❛     -------------i  knew  you  disliked  her. . .              why  weren’t  you  HONEST  with  me  ?       ❜                 but  then  he  half  smiles,         for  who  was  HE  to  speak  of  lying  in  this  situation  ?               

     she’d spent so long denying she’d any feelings towards him —- they were friends ! & that’s all they could be. she had feelings for him, of course, & perhaps the biggest mistake she’d ever made in her life ( so far ) was holding herself back, because god did she want him. hands grip the skirt of her dress, & quite tightly too. breathe, theodosia, breathe —- she finds herself laugh at his comment, a hand going up to lightly whack at his arm.     ‘ don’t MOCK me, hamilton ! ’

     she bites her lip, glancing to the ground. she shouldn’t laugh at his comment about charlotte, but she does anyways.     ‘ do you think it would be inappropriate or rude of me to say that I cannot stand that girl ? ’     she give a sigh, hands wringing together.    ‘ & I’m certain my father would challenge you or your father to a duel if —— -wait. ’    a smile breaks out onto her face.    ‘ you wish to marry me ? ’

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can we talk about how good lin be lookin these days tho damn. 

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                                     his  fingers  brush  against  the  ivory  keys  as  he  smiles.              ❛      she’s  very  talented.      ❜            he  smiles  just  a  BIT  too  softly  at  the  talk  of  the  girl.               but  then  he  gently  shakes  his  head  &&  adjust  himself  on  the  bench  so  that  he’s  resting  properly.                fingers  begin  an  effortless  dance  along  the  keys,              music  pouring  from  the  piano  smoothly.                  the  tune  is  gentle   &&   fluid  --    a  soft  hum  runs  on  his  lips  ;;  it’s  a  lullaby.       

                  her hand CURLS around his warmly, leading him to sit besides her on the piano bench ( the spot he’d claimed besides her since before his feet could TOUCH the floorboards ). the mother’s hand shifts to settle against her son’s back, eyes BRIGHT as they focus onto her boy ( though he was hardly a mere BOY anymore ). 

                    ❛   of course! — DID she, little theodosia? please, i would love to listen to your piece.   ❜

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                           ❛      just  LEAP  !       i’ll   catch   you.     ❜                he  calls  up  playfully,          crossing  his  arms  over  his  chest  as  he  eyes  her.             ❛     i  don’t  care  --  just  HURRY.    ❜

     ‘ —- all right then, hamilton. ’ she disappears for a moment, only to quickly put on the closest slippers before appearing out. ‘ think I should come down the fire escape ? or take the long way & come out the door like a normal person ? ’

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                                 ❛     --------------you  sound  like  ma.   ❜             he  teases  gently  before  chuckling  softly,          hand  extending  over  to  her.               ❛      i  have  no  intention  to  cause  anymore  GRIEF  around  here. . .         if  i  have  to  see  my  mother  cry  again  i  may  give  up  completely.     ❜

brown hues SHIFT from the paper she had been scribbling on, words to her husband of phillip’s well-being SCATTERING the parchment, to her favorite nephew. amusement slowly settling upon fine features as a SMILE begins to tug at lips. peggy knows it’s the pain killer that is bringing the humor, but she decides to humor him for a moment. ❛ oh —- i’m certain you’ll win millions of duels that way. but, i do HOPE you never actually engage in another duel. you can’t scare us like THAT again. ❜

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I have an erection to vote.

3 Time Tony Award Winner Lin-Manuel Miranda, everyone.  (via sp00kiiest)

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lin:   *rhymes election with erection* philip:   pa

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touch my siblings and i swear to god i will fucking kill you

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