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hamiltonimagines · 4 years

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It’s Been a While

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “Hey girl! Can you do a Daveed imagine where you and Daveed used to be best friends in high school and y’all kept in touch a little after but once he joined Hamilton he stopped talking to you. You posted something about being excited to go see the show and Daveed sees it and he like brings you backstage to talk, but y’all get into a fight about who stopped talking to who and eventually you give up and leave and he shows up to your apartment and does something really cute! Thanks 🥰🥰🥰” - @roxanne2020

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I had never been more excited, I was going to see Hamilton tonight. I had gotten a text the other day from the one and only Lin-Manuel Miranda. He had told me that he was friends with Daveed and that Daveed had mentioned me and our past. Lin said that Daveed had brought up how he regretted that we lost contact. Lin gave me a ticket for the show tonight so that I could finally see Daveed after all these years.

Daveed had been my best friend in high school. We were the friends who told each other everything and we valued our friendship more than anything. We both went to different colleges and we started talking a lot less. Then he got cast in Hamilton and moved off to New York. We hadn’t spoken since besides a few texts on birthdays or holidays.

I wondered if Daveed would even want to talk to me. It had been so long and I was unsure if we could be friends again or if too much time had passed.

I had gotten ready for the show and took a picture in my outfit. I posted it to Instagram with the caption: Seeing Hamilton tonight, let’s see if it’s as amazing as everyone says it is.

I checked my hair in the mirror one last time and then left my apartment. Ironically, I had moved to New York after college. I always wondered if I would randomly run into Daveed in the street, it never happened though.

I got on the subway and checked my phone. I saw a new comment on my Instagram post. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from Daveed. It said “Looking forward to seeing a familiar face in the audience”.

I felt my cheeks heat up a little and I felt a familiar warm feeling in my chest. With all this time apart, I may have developed the slightest crush on Daveed. I knew it was weird, especially since at one point he was my ride or die.

I eventually got to the theatre and I went in and found my seat. I got chills when the show started. Then Daveed walked on stage and it was like the world froze. It was then in that moment that I realized how much I had missed him.

The show ended and I was beyond blown away. My expectations had been high, but this surpassed any expectation I had. I didn’t think this show could truly be as good as everyone said it was, but they were all right. This show was phenomenal.

I was standing, along with the rest of the theatre, and applauding as the cast took their final bows. Daveed made eye contact with me as he walked off the stage and he froze for a second, as if it was too good to be true. His eyes lit up and he gave me a soft smile, before leaving the stage.

Then, a few minutes later, my phone started to ring. I saw Daveed’s name on my screen. I answered the phone with a smile on my face. “Hello there stranger” I said, giggling. “So you’re really here?” He asked. “Yeah, I am” I said. “Can you come backstage? I need to see you” he told me. “Anything for you” I told him, smiling.

He told me who to talk to and then he hung up. I found the person who worked for the theatre and told them what Daveed told me to say. The employee let me backstage.

I was in a hallway with a bunch of the cast and ensemble running up and down the halls. I was overwhelmed to say the least. How would I find Daveed? Then I saw a familiar face. I recognized Lin.

“Hey Y/N, you made it” he said, running over and giving me a hug. “Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it. The show was fantastic. If you don’t mind, can you tell me where I can find Daveed?” I asked him.

“Come on, I’ll bring you to his dressing room” he said, as he started walking down the hallway. I followed him, “I don’t know how you don’t get lost down here” I told him, honestly. “You have no idea how many times I got lost during the first few weeks of rehearsals” Lin said, laughing. Then we walked up to a door that said Daveed’s name on it.

Lin knocked on the door and I heard Daveeed say “come in”. Lin opened the door and stuck his head in. “Someone's here to see you Diggs” Lin told him. “Send her in please” Daveed said, knowing it was me.

“Have fun” Lin said to me, before he walked away. I carefully walked into his room and his eyes lit up when he saw me. He ran over and picked me up into his arms and spun me around.

He carefully placed me back on the ground. We both had the biggest smiles on our faces. It felt like no time had passed at all.

“It’s been a while, you look good Y/N” he told me, still smiling. “You too, so is the success treating you? You were amazing tonight by the way” I told him. “Oh thank you, I had to put on a great performance, I had someone important in the audience” he said.

He grabbed one of my hands and pulled me over to the couch. He sat down and I sat next to him. He grabbed my legs and put them across his lap. Daveed and I had spent many nights as teenagers in this position, talking for hours and watching movies.

“It’s been so long” I said, staring into his eyes. “I’ve really missed you” he said, grabbing my hand. “I’ve missed you too” I said, leaning my head on his shoulder.

“Y/N, why’d you ever stop talking to me?” He asked, seriously. “Are you kidding? You were the one who stopped talking to me. You moved to New York City and fame happened and you never reached back out to me. I was giving you time to adjust to the move and I figured you would call me when you settled in” I told him, so confused as to how he thought I ended our friendship.

I pulled my legs off his lap and stood up and walked to the other side of the room. “Yeah right Y/N. You never reached out to me either. And when you moved to New York a year later and you still didn’t reach out. Don’t try and pin this on me” Daveed argued.

“I can’t even listen to you anymore, you used to be my best friend and I told you everything. And one day you just started treating me like I didn’t exist and it broke my heart. Now, you’re sitting here and you can’t even take responsibility for what you did” I yelled. I walked out of the door and slammed it behind me.

I quickly started to walk down the hallway, I had tears welling up in my eyes. I ran into Lin and he looked confused. “Hey what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me. “Thank you for being concerned, I just really have to get out of here” I told him. He nodded, understandingly. I rushed past him and eventually ended up out on the cold New York street.

I called a cab, not wanting to risk the subway at night time. I got in and told the driver my address. After a few minutes, we pulled up out my apartment complex. I thanked the driver and gave them a tip. I quickly rushed inside my apartment.

I changed into some sweatpants and a hoodie. I couldn’t believe that I actually thought Daveed and I could be friends again. I had been looking forward to things just feeling natural again. I made myself a cup of tea and curled up on my couch and looked out my window.

Then I heard a knock at the door. I put down my mug and walked to the door. I looked through the peephole and saw that it was Daveed.

I unlocked the door and opened it. Only then, did I realize what he was holding. He had a huge bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, and my favorite candy bar. “Uh...hi” I said, shyly. “I brought you some stuff” he said, smiling.

“Isn’t this the same stuff you brought me when I got dumped by Harley Simmons?” I asked, only then remembering it. In high school, I dated our school’s star football player and he dumped me in front of the whole school and I was devastated. “It cheered you up then, so I hoped it could cheer you up now” he said, hopefully.

“Do you want to come in?” I asked him. He smiled at me and followed me inside. He set down the gifts on my coffee table. I sat down next to him on the couch.

“I am so sorry for how our conversation ended. I was being selfish and I didn’t look at things from your perspective. I never should of ignored you. I don’t want argue over who should of reached out first, I just want to tell you that it was mistake of me to not reach out. I never wanted to make you upset, I was only caring about myself and it was wrong. I really hope you can forgive me, I want us to move on and be friends again” Daveed confessed.

“I could’ve reached out just as easy as you could of, but I didn’t. This falls on both of us. Of course I want to be friends again. Not being friends with you felt so lonely, I felt like you had forgotten all about me” I told him. Then I saw Daveed smirk.

He held his hand out in front of me. I saw a bracelet on his wrist that I had given him when we were saying goodbye before we both left for college. “You never forgot me?” I asked in shock. “How could I forget the first girl I ever loved?” He asked me, interlacing our fingers.

I was so shocked, did he reciprocate my feelings? “You loved me?” I asked him. I was praying he wouldn’t say that he used to love me and didn’t anymore. “I always have” he said, smiling. I smiled back at him and he leaned in and kissed me. He cupped my face and I held onto his forearms.

We both pulled away and I started to blush. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” he said. “You want to know something?” I asked him, excitedly. “Tell me” he said, chuckling at how excited I was. “I never forgot about you either” I told him, rolling up my sleeve and revealing the matching bracelet.

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iknowthekoolaidflavor · 3 years

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Every Kind of Way

Prompt: On the way to a friend’s house, during a blizzard, you end up stuck in a cabin with Daveed’s family…or as I like to call it Rose doesn’t know how to finish her other projects, so she wrote something else

PART 6

LISTEN TO EVERY KIND OF WAY BY H.E.R.

Pairing: alpha!werewolf!daveed x omega!reader

Tagging: @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @ramp-it-up @sebastianabucknettastan @wtfhell @sillyteecup

A/N: This chapter contains a little smut, but watch out for the next chapter.

“Benji’s looking for more people to join him, so he can take you down”, Jasmine explained, “He wants Y/N back”

“Does anyone know she’s my soulmate?”

“Not that I’m aware of”

“Good. We need to keep it that way”

Daveed tensed on the couch. You were resting in his room upstairs, wrapped in all his blankets and scent. After making sure you were sound asleep, he came down when he heard Jasmine and Rafa come in.

“I know it’s been fine with just the four of us, but we need more numbers. If he succeeds, how do we keep everyone safe?”, Rafa asked their leader

“You’re right”, Daveed sighs, getting off the couch, ready to hold you in his arms again, “We’ll have to make some moves in the morning. I won’t let him hurt her again”

You walked down the stairs the next morning to the smell of bacon. Anthony and Jasmine danced around each other in the kitchen, singing a song you failed to recognize. Rafa and Daveed sat in the living room going over who they know would fight if they asked.

You greeted them both, speaking to Rafa and placing a kiss on Daveed’s forehead. You walked by them, ready to pull a book off the shelf when someone knocked on the door.

“I’ve got it”

Daveed looked through the peephole, and the guest on the other side made him smile. He swung the door open and pulled the man in for a hug.

“Oak! How’ve you been?”

“Pretty good. The baby is healthy. The pack is stronger than ever. I can’t complain”, Oak beamed, “But I’m here for you”

Daveed stepped aside and let him in. Oak greeted Jasmine, Anthony, and Rafa with giant hugs. Just as he was about to sit on the couch, he noticed you standing in the corner.

“And who are you?”, Oak smiled as he held his hand out with a welcoming smile

“Y/N. Nice to meet you”, you grinned as you took his hand

Oak looked between you and Daveed, a knowing smirk spreading across his features. Daveed remained close to you when Oak entered the home. He trusted him, but another alpha from a different pack just entered his home. Old habits die hard.

“That makes sense”, he laughed, “She’s your soulmate”

“How the hell did you know that?”

“I believed in soulmates long before you did, Diggs. I’ve also seen a thing or two after my brother found his”

Daveed took your hand and led you to the couch. In the past few days, you noticed little things about the way he treated you. For one, he always made sure there was space for you wherever he was sitting. Daveed moved over on the couch, giving you enough space to sit next to him. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning into him.

It didn’t take long to realize Oak was beyond trustworthy. There wasn’t an ounce of malice in his heart. Oak grew tired of Benji’s shit, just like everyone else. His entire pack was ready to join the fight if need be. Most of them came inside from patrolling the area to greet their friends. Anthony pulled you away to meet everyone. It was nice meeting more alphas with good intentions. Daveed watched you from afar, greeting the pack that was mostly alphas. It made his skin crawl, but he knew you were in excellent hands.

“I’ll do anything I can to keep Y/N safe”, Daveed began when he thought you were out of earshot, “I have to keep my soulmate safe. Y/N’s been through enough, and Benji will stop at nothing to get her back. If he lays one finger on her--”

“I’ll fucking end him”, Jasmine finished

“I hope it won’t get to that point, but we’ll know what do when the time comes. What do you need from us?”, Oak offered

Daveed prepared to go out with Oak. His pack was a start, but they still needed more help.

“I hope I’ll be home soon. I’ll be back before you fall asleep”, he promised as he kissed your cheek

“It’s okay. Be careful”

“I have to make it back to you, don’t I?”

Daveed pulled you in for a kiss as Rafa walked by.

“Booooooo. Get a room”

You pulled away and watched Daveed chase him out the door, finally tackling him in the snow.

He’ll be back, you promised yourself, but it still felt like he took a piece of you with him. When you turned to head to the kitchen, a room full of alphas, save for Anthony, were watching you.

“They have questions”, Anthony laughed, “But you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to”

You sat on the floor next to the fireplace and let them know it was alright with you.

“When did you realize Daveed was your soulmate?”

“The moment we made eye contact, it was clear who he was...even if I didn’t know what that meant at the time”

“You two haven’t...y’know?”

“No”, you stated, rubbing your neck, “Not yet. We want to take our time first”

“I’m glad you found an alpha that listens to you. Some people aren’t that lucky”, Leah started

“He really cares about you”, another alpha smiled, “He’d do anything for you”

“I know. It’s the little things that get me”, you boasted, “In the morning, he’s quick to make sure I have all the covers or he’s close to me because it’s so cold. He always makes sure there’s room for me”

With each moment, you felt your heart swell at the thought of being with him. He was yours; you were his. The alphas smiled as you took a moment to think about what you said.

“We have to finish making lunch”, Anthony interjected, taking your hand

“How have I gone this long without realizing how much he already means to me?”, you started once you were in the kitchen

“You needed time”

“Did Daveed need time?”

“Hell no, the minute he knew you were his soulmate, he dived right in. Not that there’s anything wrong with doing the opposite”

"It’ll make for a great love story one day”, Anthony continued

By the time Daveed and Oak returned, the house was quiet. You were sitting on his bed reading. Normally, you would stay in the room they provided for you, but the members of Oak’s pack needed a place to sleep. You also knew Daveed wouldn’t mind having you in his bed.

Daveed marched up the stairs, swung his door open, and slammed it shut. When he noticed he had company, he straightened up, but his furrowed brow and frown remained the same.

“It didn’t go well?”, you asked, pulling yourself off the bed

“Everything went as we planned. We have more numbers than we expected”

“I’m sensing a but”

You could feel his anxiousness when he stepped in the house.

“We ran into Benji”

“What happened?”

You pulled him down and sat with him on the couch.

“Just taunting me...about you. It’s fine. He’s an ass. He thinks it’s okay to---”

“Don’t worry about him”, you stated calmly

Daveed was so far gone in his rant, he didn’t see you removing your clothes. He glanced at you before you had his complete attention.

“Take a shower with me”

He stood up with at a loss for words, staring at your body. You slowly slid off his shirt, tracing his abdomen, then pulled off his pants and boxers. He followed you to the shower, watching as you bent over to get the water started. The scent of slick collecting between your thighs made his mind race with lustful thoughts of where you wanted to fuck you, but he knew he needed to hear it from you first.

You stepped in the shower, pulling him in. Daveed tried with all his might not to think while watching the water cascade over your body. Washing himself up was the only way he could distract himself. As you did the same, you would occasionally brush against him, offering a small sorry, knowing that you weren’t. By the end, there was a small knot forming at the base of his cock. You leaned forward, turning the water off. You made sure your ass brushed against his knot, grinning when he froze and held back a groan. It’s been years since he’s been with anybody. He’s great with keeping himself in control, but the omega bent over in front of him was about to make him lose it.

Daveed followed you to the bedroom. He kept up with small talk, assuming you were getting ready for bed. He sat down on the couch to pull on his shirt when you sat down on him, straddling his waist. Your body pressed against him, lips dangerously close to his.

“Omega”, he groaned, voice hoarse

You pressed your slick covered entrance against his knot, leaving kisses against his cheek and forehead. You would go for his gland, but you needed a coherent answer from him.

“Mark me”, the words you’ve been waiting to tell him all afternoon, fell out effortlessly

Daveed stared at you tentatively, rubbing your sides.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Of course I am”

Daveed stared at the swells of your breasts down to your pussy. You slowly rolled your hips against his cock, begging him to fuck you.

"Alpha, please?”

That was all it took for Daveed to snap out of it. He picked you up and carried you to the bed, dropping you on the mattress. He kept himself positioned between your thighs, refusing to enter you. He nipped at your gland and your hips immediately rose off the bed, rubbing against his cock. You bit your lip to keep yourself quiet. Daveed bit down harder to watch you struggle.

“I want to hear you Y/N. Want the whole house to know what I’m doing to you”

More slick dripped from between your thighs as he sucked the spot on your neck that’s been untouched for days. The moan that escaped your lips let the whole house know your alpha was about to take you for the first time. You knew he was going to make this a night you won’t forget.

Tonight you were all his.

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meepmoopfanfics · 3 years

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you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader Chapter 6 Part 2

The familiar sound of Alexander Hamilton blares through your phone speakers waking you from your deep, restful sleep. You reach over to snooze it but are almost too excited to continue rehearsals to even close your eyes again. It’s 7:30am. Monday. It’s finally here. The day you would rehearse for your dream show in front of your dream cast. The sunlight peeks through your window, shining warm, bright light on your cheeks, filling your soul with positive energy for the day. You reach over to your nightstand to flip through your script to make sure you’re able to nail all of the alto harmonies in front of the whole cast today.

You had your rehearsal outfit laid out from the night before. You weren’t one to be this organized or prepared... but for Hamilton?! You were instantly on top of your shit. You pulled on your favorite black Lululemon leggings, a camo sports bra (you’re ready for battle here!), and a cute cropped burgundy shirt from Urban Outfitters. You threw on a white Nike hoodie over top to keep you warm when you weren’t dancing. You giggled at the thought of potentially wearing your copy of Daveed’s signature Purple Oaklandish hoodie to rehearsal that you got as a gag gift from your parents on your last birthday. One day that would have to happen. Would be fangirling at its finest. Maybe you would eventually just burn it so no one saw.

Your subway ride to the Richard Rogers was not as chaotic as usual. The trains were on time and you felt like the universe was finally on your side. You stopped into the coffee shop across the street to grab a large black coffee and a classic bacon, egg, and cheese on an English muffin with avocado to get you going. You were there a little early so you could foam roll and stretch while listening to chill music. You always needed your “me” time to get into your groove before facing the day. You walked into your dressing room and were so happy to see Michelle already there, devouring her favorite Panera bagel, the cinnamon crunch. Mid-bite, she squeals at seeing you.

“Y/N!!! You have me on the edge of my freakin seat here. What in the HELL happened after brunch?”

You giggled and felt the heat come over your face.

“Let me tell you Michelle... it was everything.”

“Was it good?!” Michelle immediately blurted out.

“...yeeeeeeeah...” You said through a smirk.

“WAS HE BIG?!” Michelle yelled.

“SHHHHH” You said to shut her up while snickering.

You both laughed so hard you felt tears coming to your eyes. Thankfully there was no one else in the dressing rooms near you yet so you weren’t that worried.

Until two seconds later when you heard a knock from wall next to you.

Michelle and you screamed and continued to die laughing.

“Laaaaaadieeees!! What’s goin oooon?” Anthony bursts into your dressing room without warning. “What are ya laughin’ about?”

“Nothing, it’s nothing!” You said quickly back, continuing the laughter.

“Oh yeah?! Nothin at all to do with Diggs, right?” Anthony’s signature grin came across his face as his face turned red as he held back laughter. He nudged your arm a couple of times. “I heard the whole thing, Y/N, the walls are paper thin. But it’s chill! It’s chill!” He waved his hands signaling that he would keep a secret and would have your back. Then out of no where he whisper taunts “Diggs is after the bullet! Diggs is after the buuuulleeeeet!!!”

Thankfully Anthony’s actual dressing room was upstairs next to Diggs. Ant was only visiting the PT room to warm up.

“You’re the absolute worst!” You responded.

“Enjoy your breakfast ladies!” Anthony waved goodbye in the silliest way and headed back out.

You and Michelle caught up over your breakfast sandwiches. You showed her the note you wrote on your phone about your hookup, trying not to miss out on any details when telling her. Your attentiveness to details and your photographic memory were so helpful when it came to choreography, but when it came to remembering events, it was both a blessing and a curse. Re-reading it, however, was having you break a sweat more than if you started warming up.

Michelle then filled you in on her evening with Cedric. You knew the two of them were bound to become a thing even though she was hesitant about it. And thankfully you wouldn’t have to worry about Cedric coming on to you in any way.

Time passed and both you and Michelle warmed up together, foam rolled, and got ready to go. You started to get butterflies thinking about dancing for Lin Manuel Miranda. He was having his alternate, Javier, stand in for rehearsals so he could watch from the theater. He was going to see your every move of Act 1. You were proud of yourself for how well you knew the show and felt perfectly comfortable with your castmates.

“Alright good morning everyone!” You heard from the loud speaker that reached all rooms backstage. “You all can make your way to the stage for our first run through of Act 1! Make sure you grab your mic belts and mics from sound. Thank you! Everyone to stage, please, everyone to stage.”

“I can’t believe this is happening.” You said aloud.

You made your way to the stage. Even though you already had seen the set and the majestic view of the theater seats in the Richard Rogers, it still gave you chills every time. The intricate detailing in the set design was something you could stare at for hours and continue to find something new.

You walked out of your comfort zone to stand next to Anthony who was giving Jasmine a shoulder massage. They were so sweet and truly the epitome of what love/healthy relationships should be and look like.

You looked around at everyone chatting to each other in awe. There was Oak making Michelle and Cedric laugh as if they’d been best friends for years, Renee and Philippa giggling and rubbing each others arms to stay warm, and Leslie pacing already in his craft, perfecting every last detail to ensure he still had that Tony winning performance in him.

Stephanie was seated a few rows back to get a good view of the full stage and balcony. Andy, the choreographer, wasn’t there this week since he was working on some other projects, but he would be coming to watch soon. You couldn’t wait to dance for Andy again, your dream choreographer. She sat next to Alex Lacamoire with the “god mic” which she would be shouting out notes and corrections from during the run.

“Check check...” Stephanie said in a low, radio-esque voice. “It’s me, God.”

The entire cast and crew erupted in laughter.

“Just jooooking it's Steph. WHAT’S UP WOLF PAAACKKK?!”

The OBC woo’d, shouted, and clapped.

Then you heard a familiar raspy voice shout, just about an inside voice, “It’s too early SK.”

You looked over to see Daveed looking hella hot with his hair pulled up a-la Lafayette style with his glasses on, scratching the scruff of his freshly trimmed beard.

“It’s too early for shots out the grammy hangovers, Diggs.” Stephanie responded playfully. You hoped one day you’d get to take one out of the grammy.

Daveed looked tired, but so sexy as expected. He was dessed in a Black Oaklandish tank and red sweats, with a black hoodie tied around his waist. You instantly you got a sour feeling in your stomach. You imagined him partying out late with other women, hooking up with them after he threw back a few Belvedere shots with Rafa... wait. Your mind was making up situations that were not even real. Shit... I guess you were starting to like this idiot. You rolled your eyes at yourself and focused back on his bulging biceps to snap out of it.

Gotta pay attention, gotta pay attention. You thought.

“I can guess who he was out late with!!” Anthony softly whispered in your ear. Jasmine instantly hit him on the shoulder giving him a dirty, yet playful look.

“Oh shut it, A.” You whispered back as you elbowed him in the side.

Daveed looked over at you and Ant but had no idea what you both said. His eyes then met yours, sending a heartbeat to your core. He winked at you quickly and smirked. You winked back.

“I see you, Y/N...” Jazzy whispered. “You guys are acting like Ant and I did when we started this shindig.”

“It’s nothing, really.” You said while breaking eye contact, trying to sound chill.

“Y/N... don’t you dare lie to me!” She giggled. You were dumbfounded by her perfectly clear skin.

“Well, we’re just two super flirty people, it’s nothing, well, nothing more than that on his end I don’t think.”

“Girl just be patient. Enjoy it. He really isn’t openly flirty with many people. He sees what he likes and takes it. You’ll see. If anyone knows that, we do.” Jazzy mentioned while pointing at her and A. She then started softly warming up her vocal chords and gave you a pat on your shoulder. She was so sweet and the positive, chill energy she brought into the room was contagious.

“Lets take it from the top y'all!” Stephanie shouted on her mic.

You headed backstage to get ready for opening. You and Daveed started backstage Left together. You approached him and he gently placed his warm hand on your lower back as you passed him.

“Morning, (Y/Nickname). Merde, babygirl.” He said as you walked to your wing.

“Mornin, Lafayette.” You said as you snickered. “Loving the hair.”

He smiled and shook his little poofball on top of his head back at you as you both settled into your spots.

The piano keys pounded the same melody as you heard from your alarm waking up this morning. An unreal moment for you. After Leslie sung his solo, one by one the principals started rapping the words to Alexander Hamilton. It was hard not to mouth them under your breath. It went perfectly. Aaron Burr, Sir went through quickly since you weren’t on stage really. You didn’t get a single note during My Shot. The little moments you had together bantering with Daveed were cute and he “shoved you with love” as the chorus says during rehearsals if you know someone’s in the wrong spot. One after one, you all nailed your dances. You and Cedric nailed your partnering with only one slight mishap with the basket toss lifts in Helpless, since it was your first time using the rehearsal skirts. They were heavy as hell.

Then came time for Stay Alive. Your first moment as the Bullet in front of Lin. You counted and perfectly grabbed the bullet from M4′s rifle causing Stephanie to come on the mic and say “You better work, Y/N!” You smiled as you mimicked the bullet just surpassing Javier’s skull. You respected Javier so much because he took his work so seriously. That’s how you wanted to be known. The quick change into the British army coat was going to be difficult, but you know the dressers backstage were on top of it a and would make sure you’d get to stage on time once the show premiered.

The rest of the run through was a sheer blur of running back stage through the wings, mimicking where your quick changes would be, staring at awe at Daveed as he rapped 19 words in 3 seconds, even while completely hungover, and chugging water bottle after water bottle. This was tough stuff. Non stop was a cardio routine essentially, and pushing Chris as Washington on the moving stairs was way tougher that you thought. You didn’t want to hurt the set so you were extra gentle with it. The way Stephanie responded to the cast was so positive. You all were knockouts. She gave some notes to Michelle about her mother lift, which she corrected and perfected immediately. You were so thankful to be part of such a talented and intelligent cast who were quick on their feet and no nonsense.

“If that were in costume, that would’ve been a near perfect first run for your cast.” Stephanie said.

“EXCEPT I WASN’T IN IT.” Lin said as he snatched the mic. The cast giggled as they plopped onto the stage floor, panting from the run. “My new cinnamon rolls are perfect. PERFECT I tell you. I can feel all of your energy beaming from the stage. I can’t wait to perform with you all. This is truly an honor.”

Everyone clapped together. Just so happy to be performing after such a long time apart. You’ve never felt more proud.

“Now OBC’s... make sure we don’t let our comfortability tinge our performance okay? Remember when the material was fresh and fun? We need to make it fresh and fun for our audiences. Jazz watch the eye contact with Ant, you’re gonna ruin it for the LAM fans if John Laurens looks like he's straight.” Everyone laughed. “Also Daveed, quit milking your side moments with Y/N.”

“I noticed that too...” Steph chimed in in a tone which sounded like she had discovered a secret.

You began to feel embarrassed and covered your face with your hands.

“I was shoving with love!” Daveed shouted, trying to make the situation less awkward. He didn’t look back at you, no recognition, no nothing. Your stomach started to churn with nerves again. Could he not admit he was flirting with you? I guess it was a professional setting, but still sort of upsetting.

“Alright let’s take a twenty minute break. New ensemble, we’ll go a little more in depth with minuscule notes and changes. Wolfpack, take a half hour before music brushup with Alex.” Steph turned off the mic and people dispersed into their dressing rooms, the green rooms, or into the audience to grab snacks/ foam roll.

Your Burgundy top was slightly sweat drenched from the hard work you put in. You got back up to your dressing room with Michelle and saw your phone light up with a text.

Diggs: You looked hella good out there, Y/N. Couldn’t take my eyes off of you

Y/N: Thanks, Diggs. You weren’t too shabby yourself ;)”

Diggs: Like I said before, even though I’m not technically the bullet, I still got ammo... and you have a twenty...

Your eyes widened. A quickie? Right now of all times? You couldn't. Not with the professionals in the room.

Diggs: My dressing room in 5?

Well I’ll be damned, Lafayette’s on my side... you sung in your mind.

Y/N: Here? You sure it’ll be okay?

Diggs: I don’t share a room. Only if you’re comfortable, babygirl

You felt a pulse go to your opening when he said that. Also him calling you babygirl drew you over the edge. You also didn’t realize how much of a turn on it would be to potentially hookup in the very place the most respected people who’ve ever worked on Hamilton would be simultaneously working, unfazed at what would soon happen behind Daveed’s dressing room walls.

Y/N: I’m in

You checked yourself out in the mirror without saying a word to Michelle, made sure your flyaways were sprayed back, put some more deodorant on and gave yourself a splash of your fave perfume.

“And where the hell are you in a hurry to go to, missy?” Michelle said as you began to briskly exit out of the dressing room.

“Can’t talk, will update you later. Love ya.” You winked in her direction. Her eyes widened and she started laughing to herself as you closed the door behind you while ferociously typing a new text to get Diggs excited.

Y/N: Your shirt better be off by the time I get to your dressing room.

Diggs: Way ahead of you

Diggs: Can’t wait to hear you struggle not to moan

God damn, Diggs.

Y/N: Oh yeah? How cocky of you to assume you’d make me moan ;)

Diggs: You know I will

Diggs: And I know just how I can muffle them ;)

Fuck.

Your brisk walk turned into a light jog as you became desperate. You climbed the last set of stairs to his dressing room and stood outside of the door that was slightly cracked ajar. Here you were again, with one inch of barrier between you two. You couldn’t wait any longer.

You lightly knocked on the door and waited.

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heatherclowndler · 4 years

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An Open Letter To the Six Fandom

I'm gonna be real with you guys: I’m getting really tired of the moral superiority of some people in the Six fandom. Six is a barely historically accurate concert-musical where the queens fight about their trauma for an hour, but it’s about white women, so I guess that means that its #girlpower is so much more respectable than Hamilton being representation to POC.

If you think I'm not talking about you, I am, @historemix / @ghostheather . I’m fucking sick of your bullshit. How come every time you get called out for being a hypocritical bully, you have a little meltdown, say you'll be better, and then go back to the same bullshit as before?

Before I actually get into the reasons that you’re a hypocrite and a bully, I want to thank everyone that sent me the screenshots and testimonials used in this post. It’s good to know that multiple people are as fed up and disturbed by this behavior as I am, and it wouldn’t have been possible without you.

Anyways, back to the matter at hand. First and foremost, your obsession with being on a fucking high horse is embarrassing. Your self-congratulatory posts about the Six fandom being so much better than the Hamilton fandom is fucking laughable coming from you, and here's why.

Before you get on about the Hamilton fandom being toxic, and the major reason why you can't fuck with the musical, remember that much of the fandom are people of color: most of whom are also minors. And they’re often the first to be driven out of it– not by harmless headcanons and fanfics or kids being "cringy”, but racist, toxic ass adults, colorism, whitewashing and constant harassment. Black fans, minors especially, would be the first to tell you this, since there’s been multiple incidents on Tumblr and Twitter where Black fans have been harassed, called slurs, etc. just for liking the musical, and that isn’t even getting into the amount of shit that’s been sent to the Black cast members for being a part of it. But clearly you haven't been fucking bothered to read the posts of how Black people in this fandom and in the cast have been treated, because maybe if you did, you’d be quiet and think before you start spouting shit, instead of constantly putting Hamilton’s name in your mouth to say shit that you think will give you woke points with the funnymen crowd.

Do you really think that the same bloggers that make fun of Hamilton would see any difference between those fans and you, the adult stanning a musical where Real Life Catherine of Aragon, a character played by a black woman, owned slaves, and was the person that introduced slavery into England is portrayed as a strong, feminist Queen? Or how Catherine Parr, a woman who was complicit in child molesation and later got upset with said child for being a victim of sexual abuse, is portrayed as the ultimate feminist and hero of the musical? Or is it okay for you to talk about how these child-molesting slaveowners were oh so admirable and honorable because you "respect the history,” whatever the fuck that means.

Yes.. I'm sure white women from the 1500s would be so pleased about the fact that their history is being told by women that they thought were inferior to them based on the color of their skin.

Also sidenote, you may want to reconsider your definition of what is a respectable Six fan when you're writing a literal AU for your favorite dead queens. Sis, just say that you want to write Six fanfiction. There’s no shame in it– especially because the people that write Six fanfiction are more respectable than you are.

But speaking of history, you need to take off your clown mask and realize how ridiculous the notion that “respectable Six fans” are ones that have a genuine respect for Tudor history, because despite the fact that you say this, Six completely disregards the actual Tudor history.

Take the example of Boleyn. Anne Boleyn – a woman who was judicially murdered on false charges including incest with her brother, witchcraft, and adultery in part because she couldn’t give birth to a son and wouldn’t be a submissive wife to her husband – is reduced to a three minute comic relief song that makes light of her murder and states that yes, she actually was guilty of adultery, but she only flirted with those guys to make Henry jealous! Writing an entire song about a woman whose name has been dragged through the mud for nearly 500 years after she was murdered on false charges and then saying that she actually did do the thing that caused her to be executed is just peak #Feminism, am I right? And so is making light of her unjust execution by calling the song “Don’t Lose Your Head” and continuously making joking references to her being beheaded, I guess. Never mind the fact that Boleyn was reportedly near-suicidal and “ready to be done with life” by the time she was executed. Never mind the fact that the six fingers rumor – something that’s also repeated in the musical and presented as a fact – was started by Catholics attempting to quell people’s sympathies over Boleyn’s execution by attempting to make it seem like she actually was a witch and therefore deserved to die. None of that matters because Six is about feminism and it does the Queens justice, right?

And let’s not even get started on Catherine of Aragon. You know, the person who you've reblogged posts about that claim she was “a remarkable woman”, and that you’re apparently so sad about the fact that she died that you’ve made memorial posts about her knowing good and well that she was a garbage person who owned human beings? The same Catherine of Aragon that was reduced in the musical to only being angry that her husband cheated on her and wanted to divorce her, as well as bickering with Boleyn? The same Catherine of Aragon that also was reduced to constantly talking in the musical about how she was forced to move to a country where she didn’t know anyone? On that note, isn’t it funny how that works? Especially since she and her garbage family owned slaves, forced them to convert to Christianity and change their names to Spanish ones, and then forced them to come to England with Catherine when she moved there to marry Arthur Tudor!

All of the queens are dumbed down for the sake of the musical and it isn't until the very, VERY end of the musical that they all realize that fighting over who got the worse abuse from their husband is fucking stupid. And, even then, it’s still incredibly fucking problematic and gross because the Queen that makes them realize that the fight is stupid, and ultimately the Queen that’s praised for being the most feminist in the musical and by its creators, is the Queen that literally held her stepdaughter down while her husband molested her. If you’re really so damn upset about how much Hamilton and its creator glorify the Founders that it ruined your ability to enjoy the musical when that musical at least still acknowledges the fact that Presidents Washington, Jefferson and Madison owned slaves (and its creator acknowledging that none of the Founders were good people), why aren’t you upset about how Six portrays Catherine Parr and Catherine of Aragon as feminists when they were a child molester and a slave owner, respectively, and it's never acknowledged in the musical? Why isn’t your enjoyment of Six ruined by the fact that the Six creators praise Child Molester Parr and Slaveowner of Aragon for being strong feminists, or the Six Instagram calling Ferdinand and Isabella (you know, the people that committed genocide against Black people in Spain, had others tortured and executed for their race&religious beliefs, and literally caused Columbus’s colonization of the Americas [and by extension, the Transatlantic Slave Trade] to begin) a “power couple”?

The entire premise of Six is flawed, arguably even more so than Hamilton’s, because at least Hamilton actually did what it sets out to do throughout the entire musical, and not just the last five minutes. But even so, the basic plot idea remains– fictionalized (heavy emphasis on the fictionalized, Heather!) versions of real people fighting to tell their story. So, if the creators of Six cast aside historical accuracy for the sake of creating a diverse and modern take on the Queens’s lives and you eat it up as much as you do, why should we give a shit when Hamilton does the same thing? Since you love Six so much, you clearly fucking don't, because otherwise you’d be shitting on Six just as much as you like to shit on Hamilton. It really just goes to show how much of a hypocrite and a pick-me ass bitch you are, because the fact that you love Six makes it really obvious that you only care about hating Hamilton so much because it’s a stance that you think will give you more street cred with the Tumblr and Twitter crowds.

^^ The absolute hypocrisy of you reblogging this when you regularly make posts and reblog posts of you and other people doing the same thing with Hamilton and its fandom. Embarrassing.

I'm saying this as someone who enjoys Six’s songs and also has common sense and brain cells– they're fictionalized versions of real people, and those real people were shitty. And that’s okay. But you need to stop embarrassing yourself and acting like you’re morally superior to people that enjoy Hamilton when your core arguments for enjoying Six literally could also be said for Hamilton, and your core arguments for hating Hamilton could be said (and would definitely apply better) to Six. I see you all the time making the argument about how important it is for Six fans to see an all-woman cast, do you think Hamilton fans of color can't make the argument that they feel it's important to see a cast with over 95% POC? How for those teens, it brought them into giving musicals a try in the first place (this is just one of many examples)? How Hamilton's overwhelming success brought jobs to so many actors of color, including helping some of them (most prominently, Daveed Diggs) make a stable enough income to give them a place to live and rest their head? When it paved the way for musicals like Six to gain popularity, too? Cognitive dissonance isn't a good fucking look on you, luv.

And don’t even try the "creator is problematic argument", bitch. You're all over Mean Girls, where the creator (Tina Fey) is shitty for a multitude of reasons, blackface and saying the n word included. Not to mention the Heathers musical, where the creators turn JD into a sympathetic villain and apologise for him when the director and writer of the original movie made it clear that JD wasn’t a character that people are supposed to sympathize with. It's a fucking joke that you go "I can't get behind a musical with a bad creator!" when you base your whole blog around a musical whose creator that's transphobic and antiblack, as well as a musical whose creators apologise for an attempted school shooter and use their musical to make him sympathetic. We know LMM is a piece of trash, but that doesn't give you the right to steamroll over fans (again, most of whom are minors of color) who just want to mind their business and enjoy a fucking show, like a pick-me ass theater kid you are.

And while we're talking about your hypocrisy, let's talk about your incessant harassment of a teenage Six fan for fucking months. You’ve instigated wave after wave of bullying towards a fan who was only 15 at the time when it started, for various reasons. I don’t give a fuck if you were just trying to “spread awareness” about their actions, or get them to change their ways, or whatever. You’re a grown ass fucking adult. If you see a minor in fandom – especially one that’s 3+ years younger than you – doing cringy/problematic stuff, let other minors be the ones to say something about it. Your harassment and creepy behavior around minors isn’t justified by the fact that you think that you’re doing something good.

This is just one of the many examples of you vaguing/posting about the teenage Six fan under the guise of trying to “spread awareness” about their reaction. This one is just fucking rude, especially because they’re a minor with ADHD/ADD that projects traits that they have onto fictional characters and vice versa. I’d expect you to know a lot about projecting onto characters and picking up traits from them, since you channel Heather Chandler and Regina George’s bitchiness and their consistent harassment of teenagers that they consider to be lesser than them into your internet persona and identity, am I right?

The potential end result doesn’t justify the means; but clearly you think it does since you never say shit about this teenager getting harassed until you get called out for your complicity in it, say that you never sent them any asks, promise you’ll do better about the way you interact with minors in fandom, repeat.

Not to mention the complete hypocrisy of this statement in the tags of one of the below posts– especially considering that you were the one that made it open season on this girl in the first place with your consistent vaguing about her and making joke posts about her with your friends when she was only fifteen. And on top of that, denying that you ever harassed Lizzie, claiming that your only crime was vague posting her – when you and your shitty friends posted memes about stuff that she had been doing and making it really clear in your vagues that it was about Lizzie. Just because you didn’t name her directly doesn’t mean that it wasn’t harassment, asshole.

Oh, and here you are, months earlier, admitting that you did cause her to get harassed and acknowledging that you named her? Interesting.

The fact that you say that you have to take responsibility for it, but you never fucking do? [Narrator Voice] Heather would not take responsibility for that.

And let’s not forget how after almost driving the girl to the point of suicide and after getting called out multiple times for it, you promised to be a better person, before running to Twitter and continuing to vague about her. And in addition to that, you making memes and joke posts about Jay, the black teenager who was also bullied almost to the point of suicide for minding his own fucking business and making some fucking fanart and quirky headcanons, is fucking nasty. To further stick your nose up at him and go “not my fandom” at him for drawing Trans!Jefferson art when your Tumblr icon is Anne Boleyn with a lesbian flag behind it and your Twitter icon is the same thing with Katherine Howard... the joke writes itself. Do I have to repeat my point?

Not to mention the fact that you fucking lied in your apology on your viral post about him, because you said that you only became aware of the fact that he was a Black teenager that was harassed after the post whent viral.. when someone told you months before (in the replies to the above post) that he was a Black teenager that was harassed relentlessly for his fanart and asked you to leave Hamilton fans of color alone. But clearly you still stand by your point about Hamilton fans. Who’s surprised?

And then after receiving a 22-anon thread where anon presumably called you out on your hypocrisy of this, you still went to Twitter and started bitching about the fact that you were called out despite saying that you were deeply ashamed and that you would do better. Yet another example of Heather the Hypocrite, am I right or am I right?

You really switch up from “I feel incredibly ashamed and I want to reassess where to go forward from here” on Tumblr to “I hate Tumblr purity culture” when you’re on the safety of your Twitter account like clockwork. And it’s awfully bold of you to mention Tumblr purity culture like you didn’t cause waves of harassment to be sent to a 15/16 year old girl to the point where she felt paranoid that someone was going to come to her house and attack her, and later make memes/joke posts about a Black minor who was harassed to the point where he tried to commit suicide and later had to get rid of his online presence altogether for his own safety.

Also, you posted the IP address of the anon who called you out, and tagged them as “asshole” on the website that you use to track IP addresses. But you genuinely felt ashamed, right? You wanted to change and reassess yourself, right? (The anon’s IP address has been blocked out by me to protect their privacy, because the person who sent in this screenshot didn’t black it out, either.)

And even then, aside from all that, your actions have caused multiple minors in the Six fandom to feel uncomfortable. Below are testimonials about your behavior, and how it’s made minors in the Six fandom feel. One of these is also a reply on a post that called out your behavior. (URLs and icons on both Tumblr and Discord are blacked out to protect their privacy.)

Take in what these testimonials are saying. The fact that your behavior with harassing minors has grown so much that people are afraid to post in the Six tags and express their love for the musical because they don’t want to get harassed by you and your group of friends is concerning.

You, a grown adult, have made minors scared to be themselves and do things their way. You’ve created a culture of fear in a fandom where over 80% of its active fans are minors. You should have been leading by example, showing Six fans how the message of uplifting women should be implemented, but instead? You caused a floodgate of harassment to be sent to a then-15 year old girl that got so bad that she was suicidal and paranoid that people would come to her house, and it ended with even more minors afraid to post in the fandom’s tag because they’re afraid that you and your shitty friends will come for them, too. Shit, I was a follower for a while! I had only unfollowed due to your moral high horse, but it wasn't long before I was made aware about your history of bullshit.

You shouldn’t just be ashamed of yourself– you should be mortified with yourself. And your little friend group should be, too: not only because of their part in all of this, participating in harassing and making fun of that poor girl with you, but because of the fact that they keep enabling you to do this harmful shit by not properly shutting you down or calling you out. But it's not like you care anyways, because you’ve made fun of people voicing their concerns about your behavior and calling you out for making the fandom an unsafe space.

"But I said I'm sorry-" Yeah, we know. We saw a series of half-assed “I'm sorry” posts, paired with you not taking real responsibility for any of the harm you’ve caused. And clearly you didn't actually mean anything you said, because you kept doing it again. And again, and again, and again.

By the way, Heather, the implication that you would be indicted for murder if Lizzie committed suicide despite never speaking to her isn’t just an implication: it’s a literal fact that people can be prosecuted for manslaughter/murder without ever laying a finger on the suicide victim. This includes cyberbullying.

It means nothing to admit you're a hypocrite and do nothing to improve, especially because you’ve said this same exact “apology” multiple times, almost word from word. You're a grown fucking adult that vicariously lives out her dream of being a highschool bully through Tumblr by harassing teenage girls on the internet, and it gives me secondhand embarrassment. Grow the fuck up already, Heather. You’re 20 years old.

You're always harping about how the Six fandom is becoming toxic and embarrassing without considering the fact that you’re one of the toxic ass adults that make children embarrassed and ashamed to be a part of their fandoms. Whenever they do something even slightly cringy, and not even genuinely problematic like some of the other shit in the Six fandom, you’re quick to be like “This isn’t respectable,” “The Six fandom is going to be the next Hamilton fandom,” or whatever the fuck else you say. Teenage girls calling Boleyn a gremlin and making headcanons about the queens siblings/children is not the end of the world, and the fact that you act like it is when you’ve actively created a culture of fear in a fandom that’s mostly made up of teenage girls is embarrassing and disgusting.

I don’t care about whatever apology or sob story you’re going to say after you see this post, because in the end, it’ll just be an empty promise as long as you stay on here. At best, you’ll say that you’re going to do better and leave Tumblr for what, a month? Only to bitch on your Twitter account for the entire month, then come back to Tumblr and do the same exact thing that I’m calling you out for.

You need to stay away from minors in fandom. As a matter of fact — stay out of fandoms that are mostly made up of minors as a whole. You’ve proven time and time again that you don’t care about the safety or feelings of minors, nor do you care about actually “improving” or reassessing yourself every time you get called out. The fact that you’ve been called out for the same things via being indirected on a Tumblr post (linked here), being sent multiple anons by different people (shown above), and being sent a 22-anon thread by one single person calling you out (stated by you above), and you still haven’t changed? Is all of the proof that I need that you won’t change.

That’s all I have to say to you.

People in the Six fandom, I’m heavily urging you not to continue giving this person a platform. I can’t force you to do anything, but you all deserve the right to know what’s been going on. Aside from her hypocrisy about Six, it’s historical figures, and its fandom as a whole, she’s been involved in harassing a minor to the point where she felt paranoid and wanted to leave the fandom on separate occasions, made jokes about another minor in a different fandom that was harassed to the point of attempting suicide on multiple occasions (then lying and claiming that she was never told he was a Black minor who was harassed after she was called out due to a post she made about him going viral when someone told her months before that he was all of those things in the notes of another post she made about him), and other minors have posted/stated that they feel her behavior went too fair, and that because of it they feel unsafe posting stuff in the fandom.

She’s been called out on her behavior on multiple different occasions, and each time she said that she would reassess her behavior and discuss how her actions were toxic. People have given her multiple chances, and each time, she’s gone back to the same toxic behavior and done the very things that she claimed she would stop doing. It’s getting ridiculous at this point, and her actions have gotten to the point where it seems like the only course of action is to call her out publicly.

Like Heather herself said, and I will now brilliantly quote because karma is a bitch: “If you keep making the same “mistake” MULTIPLE TIMES, people aren’t gonna be happy about it.” She isn’t exempt from criticism, especially when this stuff has happened multiple times and she hasn’t done anything to change her behavior. Listen to what she said, and hold her accountable.

Again, I can’t force you to do anything, but I hope that everyone in the Six fandom keeps what was said in this post in mind the next time they consider interacting with her or her content. Take care.

#six the musical #six musical #if youre in the six fandom pls reblog this to spread awareness. this has gone on for long enough #ghostheather

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adariasakura · 4 years

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Here are just a couple of incredible things about the Hamilton musical now on Disney+:

The EMOTION. The ACTING. The FACES. All the NUANCES.

how Hamilton looks at Eliza right as he leaves before “History Has It’s Eyes on You.”

King George. Everything about him. Just...everything about him. He was LIVING for the drama. “The Reynold’s Pamphlet” was such an exciting time for him. He was so happy. While I was not necessarily happy at that moment, I couldn’t help the spark of joy I felt when I saw him hopping around the stage with glee as Hamilton’s life fell apart. Ah, comic relief at its finest.

The PURENESS of Anthony Ramos as Laurens and Philip. The way you could SEE Hamilton (Lin Manuel-Miranda) in him during “Blow Us All Away.”

Laurens’ Interlude. God, it hurt so bad. Hamilton’s face as Eliza reads the letter, as she tells him its not from Laurens, but from his father? The way Laurens is singing out his passions and his dreams and his hopes feet from Hamilton, the way Hamilton looked as he realized those dreams had died with Laurens. The way he pulled himself together much too quickly for it to be genuine, how he just walked away from Eliza and said that he had so much work to do.

LESLIE ODOM JR. IN “WAIT FOR IT” OML MUST I SAY MORE? HONESTLY HIM IN THE ENTIRE THING, HE DESERVED THAT TONY

The way Eliza looks at Hamilton at the end of “Helpless”... there is just so much LOVE in her eyes and acceptance of him, of who he is and of what he lacks. And just the way she always repeats how she doesn’t need money, or a legacy. Eliza burning the letters, the raw emotion in her voice as she screams out how the world has no right to her heart, to them. And don’t get me STARTED on the way she ran in during “Stay Alive Reprise,” or the way she held Philip as he died, or the way she screamed when he finally did. And in “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story,” just watching her sing about everything she did, and the way she got so quiet and soft and proud about the orphanage...and then the way she just melted when she saw Hamilton...I believe she is underrated.

“IT’S QUIET UPTOWN.” HAMILTON’S EMOTION. THE WAY HE LEADS ELIZA “AROUND TOWN,” THE WAY YOU CAN SEE THE MOMENT HE BREAKS WHEN ELIZA GRABS HIS HAND AND FINALLY REPLIES WITH “IT’S QUIET UPTOWN” AND THEY SING “FORGIVENESS” BEHIND THEM AND HE JUST BREAKS DOWN. HE WASNT THE ONLY ONE SOBBING I’LL TELL YOU THAT MUCH.

Daveed Diggs. Hilarious. Amazing. So much fabulous attitude. Incredible.

Angelica is such a badass, but her moments of vulnerability are just as amazing. “Satisfied” was everything I hoped it would be, and more. What a powerful woman — actress and the real thing.

The bullet that narrowly flies over Hamilton’s head as he unknowlingly sits over his letters during “Stay Alive” (I think that’s right). So symbolic. So COOL. Who THINKS OF THESE THINGS???

How Hamilton (Lin) continuously mocks other characters. The way he’ll change the tone of his voice and stomp around and make them look like fools. He is just so hilariously petty and childish and knows EXACTLY how to press other people’s buttons (in the best way) and I was LIVING for it.

“Your Obedient Servant.” Basically, “I hate you, go die, love your obedient servant, A. Burr/Ham.” Beautiful.

The CHOREOGRAPHY OF “The Room Where It Happens.” Study it. Worship it.

The scene during Hamilton + Burr’s duel right before they pulled the triggers, as Hamilton considered his death. As he considered his legacy, as he saw all the people he’d lost, as he saw Eliza, and as he let her go, wishing for her to have more time than him. Promising he’d see her on the other side. His last words as he raised the gun, the sheer emotion in his voice and on his face as he said, “Raise a glass to freedom.” What INCREDIBLE writing, stage directing, music, lighting, EVERYTHING. Truly indescribable.

The finale. Everything about it. And I know I already talked about this, but when Eliza and Hamilton are reunited? Now that hits. The way George Washington stepped back in shame when Eliza boldly and proudly proclaimed how she spoke out against slavery? Eliza’s gasp of elation at the very end right before the lights go out, when she’s finally reunited with everyone she’s ever loved, as she knows she did it. She told his story. She used her time in the way he would have. And now, she could rest knowing that.

Thomas Jefferson just shaking his head no over and over when Madison tells him to try to get Hamilton’s endorsement. Exquisite.

“Dear Theodosia.” You could see it in their eyes. Hear it in their voices. It just made Philip’s death all the more crushing.

George Washington and Hamilton’s relationship. QUALITY. “One Last Time.” Q U A L I T Y.

Honestly I know I am missing so much, but there is no need to fret because I will be watching this again tomorrow and then daily for a while (as you do). I am going to pick up so much more and y’all get to hear more about just how incredible Hamilton is. Without a doubt the best thing I’ve ever seen. If you haven’t listened/watched, please please do so. It’ll change your life.

#hamilton #musicals #oh my god #why is lin manuel miranda so talented #HOW is he so talented #at everything he does #why is every actor and everyone who ever had a part in Hamilton so amazingly talented #we are indeed lucky to be alive right now #look around look around

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dreamlikeafangirl · 4 years

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My favorite line(s) from each Hamilton song – Part Two

Part One

Wait For It

The whole thing tbh, I mean … freaking masterpiece. But especially this line:

I am the one thing in life I can control, I am inimitable, I am an original

Stay Alive

Chick-a-plao! Stay alive ‘til this horror show is past, we’re gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast raISE A GLASS

Ngl, I this was kind of a stretch haha Stay Alive is not my favorite song

Ten Duel Commandments

This is common place, especially between recruits, most disPUTES DIE AND NO ONE SHOOTS

Again, I just love when just one person sings and then suddenly it’s THE WHOLE ENSEMBLE

Meet Me Inside

meethiminside meethiminside meethiminside meethim meethiminside

Yeah, I love the ensemble. Christopher Jackson (who is also in this song) has the best voice in the whole musical imo, but like, without this ensemble everything really would be only half as great.

That Would Be Enough

Look around, look around, how lucky we are to be alive right now

Reusing this line in such a different context? Amazing. Heartbreaking. And I LOVE Philipa Soo’s delivery.

Guns And Ships

Umm … so I love Daveed Diggs … which means I just wanted to put all the lyrics here and comment ‘flawless’, but like, that’s not how this works haha. I HAVE to choose something specific. That’s the rules I set for myself. So:

Everyone give it up for America’s favorite fighting FrenchMAAAAAAN (Lafayette!)

I love how Burr is everyone’s hype man in this musical lmaooo

I go to France for more funds, and come back with more gUNS and ships and so the balance shifts

I mean. What can I say? Flawless.

History Has Its Eyes On You

And even now I lie awake, knowing history has its eyes on me (whoo-whoo-whoooo-oooo, ohh, ohh)

Have I already mentioned how much I love Christopher Jackson and the ensemble? This is BOTH of them.

Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down)

‘Til we meet againLET’S GOOOOOO

I … I just love Daveed Diggs, guys! Also the way he just SPRINTS off stage after this lmaooo

We gotta go, gotta get the job done, gotta start a new nation gotta meet my son

LOVE Hamilton’s priorities here

We had a spy on the inside, that’s right, HERCULES MULLIGAN!!!!!!!

Followed by the rest of his amaaaaazing solo. This is the part that makes me want to dance along most. Ugh, Hercules Mulligan is such an underrated character!

The world turned upside down, down, down

GOOSEBUMPS

What Comes Next?

IiiinSAaane

Do you know what’s also insane? The delivery of that line

You’re on your own – awEsOme, wOW

He sounds like literal a four year old here lmao

Dear Theodosia

We’ll give the world to you and you’ll blow us all away, someday, someday

Haha NOt funny @LMM

Phillip, you outshine the morning sun, my son

Honestly, as a non-native English speaker, the fact that ‘sun’ and ‘son’ basically sound the same has always confused the hell out of me, but here it’s used in such a beautiful way! :,)

Laurens Interlude / Tomorrow There’ll Be More Of Us

Which one is the ‘real’ title btw? Can anyone tell me?

Tomorrow there’ll be MOre OF US!

But make it sad.

Non-Stop

Hamilton at the constitutional convention! (clap clap clap clap clap) – I wAs ChoOsen fOr tHe cOnstITUtionAl ConVentiOn!

Just ‘cause it’s funny :)

Dooowhatyoudooo

More ensemble appreciation.

I’ll keep all my plans close to my chest (waitforitwaitforitwait)

Even more ensemble appreciation. (Plus some for Leslie Odom Jr., he KILLED it OMG) Also, for my next pick it’s basically the same comment:

(ooooh) HOw do you write like tomorrow won’t arrive? HOw do you write like you need it to survive?

Aaaand with that, we’re done with the first act! Part 3 (aka act 2.1) can be found here :)

#Jule on Hamilsongs #my stuff #hamilton song rating #(kinda)#hamilton #hamilton movie

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hamilton-one-shots · 4 years

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May I request a one shot, where Alexander and John broke up with each other and Lafayette and Hercules (as boyfriends) stay with John at his house and are just supportive friends, trying to make John feel a little bit better, just lots of hugs and fluff?

I’m posting the remaining asks that I had on here, but after that, I’m pretty much going to permanently move to @hamiltalian-creates

John’s hand was shaky as he picked up his phone, but that didn’t matter. He just wanted to talk to his friends. He called Lafayette and tried not to let his sobs overtake his voice.

“Hello?” Lafayette answered.

“H.. Hey…”

“What’s wrong?..”

John could hear the frown in Lafayette’s voice and knew that he couldn’t just hide it anymore. “Alexander dumped me..”

“What?!” Lafayette screeched. “I’ll be right over!”

“Okay…” Even in his state, John knew that Lafayette was not a force to be argued with. Besides, a little company could only be good, right?

“Hercules, put some pants on, John needs us!” Lafayette announced as he ran into the living room, struggling to pull on his skinny jeans while moving so much.

“What’s up?” Hercules asked as he got up to put on some proper pants.

“Alexander dumped John and he’s clearly devastated. That’s all I know, I’ll be waiting in the car.” The second that he was properly dressed, Lafayette grabbed the keys and went out to the car, Hercules joining him only a minute later.

“How bad is it?..” Hercules asked, a bit hesitant. John was tough as nails most of the time, but when it came to love, he was hardly much more than a lovesick teenager, and his friends knew it well.

“I could tell he was crying, but I didn’t get to ask why or what happened… I just want to be there and make sure he’s okay,” Lafayette muttered as he began driving. He was sure that John wasn’t in any serious trouble, but the last time that he had his heart broken, it took almost a year before he would talk to anyone besides his closest friends. Nobody was there to help him heal, but, at the same time, John had never felt so hurt that he needed to talk to anyone.

It was only a few minutes before they got to John’s house and, when they did, Hercules went to the door and opened it with the key that John had given him. Lafayette had a key once, but John had confiscated it after Lafayette walked in on Alexander and John for the… some time in the double digits.

“John?” Hercules called out. “Hey, buddy, we’re here.”

He took a few steps into the house with Lafayette and found John laying across his couch, watching Legally Blonde.

“John?” Lafayette called softly.

Their friend looked over at them before turning back to the tv, eyes red and hair a mess.

“Oh, John..” Lafayette muttered. He walked with Hercules over to the couch, both men sitting on either side of John. “What happened?.. Did he say why he..”

John sighed and got up. “I’ll show you..” he muttered before leaving.

As he walked away, Lafayette looked at Hercules with a worried look. “You don’t think he hurt him, did you?..”

“Not if he wants to live,” Hercules stated. “Nobody lays a hand on our friend without paying for it.”

Lafayette nodded. “I know. If he did, I call dibs on kicking his ass.”

John cleared his throat from the doorway. “This is why..”

His friends looked back and saw John… holding a cat? And not a pretty one at that..

“Alex said he was too scary and that getting a pet was too serious, but..” John paused and let out a small whimper as he walked back to the couch, sitting between his two friends. “He’s been in the shelter as long as I’ve been volunteering there… I found out my boss took care of him when he first got hurt and he’s been from shelter to shelter since.. Five years as a shelter cat.. I couldn’t just leave him..” John held the cat defensively against his chest, careful not to hold it too tight.

And, honestly, both Lafayette and Hercules could see what Alexander meant by scary, but that was no reason to dump someone.

“What happened to him?” Lafayette asked, unable to stop the question from leaving his mouth.

“We don’t know exactly..We just think he got hurt living on the street before someone brought him in..” John didn’t really care. One scratched out eye, a half chewed off ear, and a missing paw, and the cat was still precious to him. “But what was I supposed to do? Just leave him to live and die in a shelter?..”

“Of course not,” Hercules assured. “You loving the cat shouldn’t be a reason for Alexander to just leave you. You deserve so much better than that.”

“Exactly. Besides, it’s just a cat, one that I assume you would’ve cared for alone either way,” Lafayette pointed out. “It’s not like it’s a permanent life bond.”

“I know..” John muttered. “I just thought he wouldn’t care.. I thought he’d love Daveed..”

Lafayette couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You named your cat after your celebrity crush?”

John tutted a bit. “Maybe..”

Lafayette nodded and carefully pet Daveed’s head. “That is great, but for a cat that cute, you could do better. Daveed Diggs is okay at best.”

John smiled. “You have to get out of my house.”

Hercules nodded. “Sorry, Laf, but Daveed Diggs is hot.”

“I don’t see it,” Lafayette shrugged.

John rolled his eyes playfully. “I mean, I was going to name him Alexander, but..” His smile faded. “Yeah..”

Hercules smiled sadly. “You know what, I’ll be right back.” He patted John’s back before leaving the room.

“Did Alexander leave any of his stuff here?..”

John shook his head and sighed. “Unfortunately, no, but I do have a box of pictures and of clothes that I can’t exactly donate.”

Lafayette smiled. “How would you like to hold a bonfire?”

John rolled his eyes. “I wish, but the last time we held a bonfire, this bitch down the street threatened to call the police.”

Lafayette groaned. “I knew it. Ever since they banned fireworks out here, I knew this neighborhood hated fun. I guess the fireplace works too.”

John nodded. “It’s going to have to.”

“Alright, I’ve got blankets,” Hercules announced as he came back, blankets piled into his arms. “What’s the word on a bonfire?”

“Some bitch threatened to call the cops, we’re going to have to make the fireplace work.”

Hercules tutted and dropped the blankets on the couch, laying them out on the ground one by one. “Alright, John. Get in.”

John shook his head. “I’m not doing a blanket burrito.”

“Oh, come on! Everyone loves being a blanket burrito!” Hercules protested. “Come on, I’ll even make a separate one for the cat.”

“You’re not touching my cat,” John said, half defensively.

Lafayette smiled and pulled Daveed from John’s arms, watching as Hercules lifted John up and tossed him onto the blankets, rolling him up.

“Wait! This is stupid!” John protested, though even he realized it was too late. “When I get out of here, someone’s paying,” he threatened, though he was far from serious.

“You’ll thank me later,” Hercules assured as he lifted John back up and placed him on the couch. “Isn’t that better?”

John tutted and didn’t answer. If he had, it would’ve either been a lie or the death of his pride.

Lafayette smiled and put Daveed back in his lap. “I’ll get the fire started. Where’s the box?”

John sighed. “In my room.. Under my bed.”

“Got it.” He got up and quickly got the box before coming back and starting a fire in the fireplace, already using some of the old clothes to help start it. “So, what have we got here?”

John watched as Lafayette pulled a stack of old pictures out of the box. “An album of pictures that I took of us, one on every date we’ve had. Burn it.”

Lafayette gladly threw the pictures into the fire and Hercules took his turn, pulling out a stuffed bear.

“Alexander got me that for our first Valentine’s Day and took me out to an amusement park all day. We spent our first night together that day and he respected that I wasn’t ready for sex. Super burn it.”

Hercules did just that and the rest of the night went similarly, throwing things into the fireplace until there was nothing left but the box itself.

John sighed as it was finally emptied, closing his eyes in relief. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve ever been able to do that himself. “You guys are the best..”

Lafayette nodded. “Yes, we know.” He sat back on the couch with John, Hercules sitting on the other side of their friend. “You know what?.. I’m going to set you up with my brother.”

John groaned. “Oh, god, not him. He’s so stuck up and pretentious.”

“Yeah, maybe according to Alexander. Trust me, you’ll like him.”

Even Hercules had to agree. “I say go for it, man. Even if it doesn’t work, it’s healthier than sitting here with just your cat, not that he doesn’t seem to be great company.”

John looked down at said cat, which was now sleeping on his lap. “Alright, fine… But not now. Now, I just want to stay here with you guys.”

“Understood,” Lafayette hummed as he leaned against John and his thick layer of blankets. “Just know that we’ll always be here when you need a friend.”

Hercules nodded in agreement. “Always. We just know how you are when it comes to guys.. We don’t want you to just shut yourself up over an idiot.”

“You guys are right.. I’m so lucky to have friends like you.”

Lafayette smiled. “Yeah, but you earn it by being an awesome person.”

Hercules nodded in agreement. “Exactly. You’re a great guy, John. You deserve a lot better than some guy who’ll leave you over a cat.”

“Thanks..” John smiled softly. Forget about Alexander. He clearly wasn’t worth the tears, after all. John had friends, friends he wouldn’t trade for anything else. And also a cat.

#hamilton #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #john laurens #hercules mulligan #lafayette #mullette #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fic

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splat-dragon · 4 years

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[Is it] a beat without a melody[?] ~My Shot, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr., Anthony Ramos, Okieriete Onaodowan

[I'm] young, scrappy and hungry ~My Shot, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, Leslie Odom Jr., Anthony Ramos, Okieriete Onaodowan

The amount of people that Amos Lancing had condemned to death was horrifying.

Horley’s mistress had spent more money than he was sure he’d ever had pass through his hands in his lifetime breaking them out and outfitting them. Some had stuck around, spitting fire and wanting nothing more than to get revenge on the man who had had them locked up for a murder they’d not committed. Others had fled, hadn’t looked back. Some of them what had fled had left the surrounding states, intending on starting anew, while others had stayed in the surrounding states and done as they wished.

He’d have preferred that more had stayed around, had paid back his mistress. She’d provided them with a horse - it may not have been a good one, but even a feedlot horse wasn’t terribly cheap - clothes, decent guns, and had paid one hundred dollars apiece to break them loose of the prison wagons.

The ones that had didn’t remain in their camp, of course. They roamed, camped and did odd jobs. Old Man Jones had been spot on with all of them - those what he’d said had black marks on their souls took to doing the devil’s work, robbing and stealing and killing, taking work, he heard, from those that were even worse than they. And those who Jones said were ‘gooduns’ often were, did deliveries, hunted and did mailruns, took small jobs wherever they went to put money in their pockets, broke horses to sell.

Say what you will about crazy Old Man Jones, but he could judge a man’s character from a state away.

There was one woman, though, Jones couldn’t seem to draw a bead on.

She called herself Evan, though like many of the folk his mistress broke out he doubted it was her real name. Jones waffled on whether she was a ‘goodun’ or whether her soul was tarred with sin, and it seemed every time they met he changed his mind. And even Horley and his mistress weren’t entirely certain.

The woman had earned quite a name for himself, and it didn’t seem a week could go by without him hearing of her. Had, with the help of that senile old man they’d put her up with, made a decent little trading company. Had some other outlaws shaking in their boots at the sound of her name, she’d earned such a name for herself as a bounty hunter (and, he knew, she’d even brought in some of the sin-stained folk he’d helped to break out of prison. It was no great loss after hearing what they’d done after being set free), and with the help of the previously-thought-deceased Maggie Fike cornered the market as a bootlegger.

Of all the folk that they’d been able to save from Lancing’s machinations, she’d been the most intriguing, most promising and useful. When they called, she always came running, loyal as any dog.

That was why, Horley tried to convince himself as he stitched up her side, he was using so much of their supplies to try and save her life when he’d have left the others to die.

Fun Fact! Horley pays the men who break you out of the prison wagon $50 each. From what I can find, Online takes place in 1898, one year before the main game, so she gave each one the equivalent of $1,544.54, and spent $3,089.08 total to bust one person out.

And that’s not even counting how much she would spend to outfit them with horses, clothes, and guns!

#he's like a beat without a memory #evan #rdo #red dead online

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clementinefletcher · 4 years

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★ ━ ( halsey, non-binary, she/they ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is CLEMENTINE LOUISE FLETCHER. also known as just CLEM. Last I heard they were born on AUGUST 8TH, 1993 in NEW YORK CITY, and they’ve been livin’ in THE NORTHWEST DISTRICT, for about TWELVE YEARS. Word around the districts is, this pal, CLEM can be JITTERY, OVERCRITICAL, & STOIC, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that they’re AMBITIOUS, ENERGETIC, & SUPPORTIVE, I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that they work as a TWITCH STREAMER & FREELANCE ARTIST. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: ci, est, 27, she/her )

Hello! I”m Ci and I also rp Charlie Summers. My Discord is CiRoleplays#4052. I am new to that so please ignore how bad I am at it right now. Like do you need those numbers? I have no clue! Anyways down below you found out more about my baby Clem. You can also message me on here or Charlie’s account.

TW: PTSD, Family Abandonment, Depression, Mental Illness, Anxiety, Verbal Abuse

Family Background

Daniel Fletcher their biological father was, in the 1st Battalion, 1st Marines. It is something that he will always be proud of, but it really wrecked who he was mentally. His platoon was attacked during the Persian Gulf War in the 1990s. Daniel saved three people from the whole thing, but watched the rest of his soldiers die. Despite coming out of this as a war hero, he lived with many demons. This altered the life of Clementine the most. He was too shellshocked when he returned from war to ever be excited about their birth. His PTSD caused him to verbally lash out at Clementine. Which is one of the reasons why they ran away.

Alana Fletcher their mother was, a very smart women who worked as a secretary for a housing company. Daniel was her high school sweetheart and they always had wanted a child. So when she did become pregnant it was so exciting for them, but then Daniel was sent back to war again. This left Alana alone with the baby bump that would soon become Clementine. Since the bump was that she could talk to, they became great talking pals. Sadly right as Clementine came into the world, Daniel seemed to lose a lot of his suddenly. At first she didn’t let her husband get away with the verbal abuse. Some things he could say to Clem and then there were times where he drew the line. Then when she lost her job due to the house market crash, she gave up on trying.

Collin Green their pretty much adoptive father, works with his own non-profit that helps underprivileged people in Portland. He found her when she had run away from home at the age of fifteen. Collin is also a veteran and was very close to her biological father Daniel. Unlike Daniel, Collin was able to pull himself out of the deep parts of PTSD. He still suffers from it, but with therapy and later Clementine he realized that it was okay to suffer from a mental illness. It gave him the idea for his non-profit and changed his life.

Clementine Louise Fletcher

She/They Pronouns, has moments where they is more preferred, but will let the person know when that feeling strikes.

They are still trying to figure out sexuality, normally they date women or men more open to being feminine. Isn’t even sure if she wants a label with it.

They have two jobs. Twitch Streamer, where they play video games and often will play said video game in cosplay. Freelance Artist, has an online shop where they sell paintings on mostly landscapes and womanly figures.

They live in The NorthWest District, lived on the streets of Downtown until Collin Green found them.

Finds beauty in almost everything, is that person that walks around and makes you stop to go “LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THAT IS?!”

Carries around a tiny pale purple sketchbook, will take this out and start drawing out of nowhere if the mood strikes.

A sucker for affection, often will lean into hugs and cherish it for a bit, long kisses, cuddles that last until waking up.

Will never judge if you haven’t played a video game, but will want to show you their favorite ones, also truly loves when people watch her play.

Is a lot more confident around close friends, family, and while on twitch streams.

Owns a lot of wigs and will always have very naturally short hair. Her hair color changes almost every day or just when the color feels right.

Has a lot of sleep anxiety and often will ask someone to lay down with her or hold some type of stuffed animal, often dreams of fighting parents or nights being homeless.

Still deals with her past traumas daily, very down on themselves for no reason, overcritical of themselves and sometimes her environment, will go into an emo listening depression at random moments.

Holds a lot of resentment towards their family, despite leaving a note they never searched for Clementine. Not that she expected them too, but they also do not ask Collin how they ever are.

Wanted Connections

Collin Green: In my mind his fc is Daveed Diggs (i love him) and he is in his middle thirties. Works for a nonprofit that helps underprivileged people. Is the CEO or just the top man with this nonprofit. Met Clem about three weeks of her living on the streets. He took her in since she was going to have to end up in the possible foster system or worse sent home. Very much the Joel to her Ellie. Friends: This could be from people who knew her when she was homeless to knowing her during her awkward going into high school knowing no one. Also could just gotten to know her from twitch streams. Friends With Benefits Chosen Family Past-Lovers Current Crushes Video game buddies Artist friends Honestly give me more ideas i’m here for it!

#pb:intro #tw; ptsd #tw; depression #tw; anxiety #tw; mental illness #tw; verbal abuse #clem: selfintro #;they were made of clouds and stardust

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letstalkaboutentertainment · 4 years

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Lin-Manuel Miranda and Storytelling

I know it’s trendy to kinda see Hamilton as over praised and over hyped in retrospect right now, because it hit maximum pop culture popularity a couple years ago and everyone was into it, even people who don’t really like musicals. And because it was so popular, that thing happened when passionate, but misguided fans sort of woobify the characters and project onto them really hard. Which didn’t go over well with Hamilton specifically because the characters were all real historical (racist) figures. So, people who didn’t know anything about Hamilton saw that side of the fandom and decided that it wasn’t worth getting into based on that alone and ya know, fair. I hate seeing that kind of stuff too.

But I’d like to take a moment to describe the first time I listened to the album all the way through, because it’s one of my best musical related memories.

So, this was back in 2015 obviously, back then I tried really hard to avoid “ruining the experience,” of listening to a musical for the first time, by not looking up pictures or videos of shows. I heard Hamilton was great. Saw like, 3 pictures of Lin-Manuel Miranda, Leslie Odom Jr. and the album cover, knew that the entire cast was Non-White except for King George III and that it was mostly rapping about that one founding father no one cares about, he was the treasury guy or something, I don’t know. That was it, I didn’t know anything else about it and I had no visual references for anything. It’s also worth mentioning that I’m Canadian and while I did take a few history electives in high school, I only knew the bare minimum about the American founding fathers. Like, I didn’t even know who Aaron Burr was before Hamilton.

So, I’m trying to listen to “Alexander Hamilton,“ and I’m thinking, “...oh jeez, I don’t know if I can do this, this sounds like... Epic Rap Battles of History... (which I like just fine, don’t @ me) or those educational raps they’d insert into random episodes of shows I watched as a kid.” Then I had a flashback to that one episode of “The Proud Family,” where they rap the end of “Romeo and Juliet,” and gave up for the day to go watch that instead.

I came back the next day and decided to change my approach, I had to find one or two songs that I really liked and would want to get the context for, so I skimmed through the album and “Aaron Burr, Sir,” made me laugh so I listened to that one a bunch and showed it to my sister. And “Burn,” made me go “ooooooooh shit this is the ‘husband fucked up bad song.’ Man, what the fuck is happening in this song? I like Phillipa Soo’s voice and the score but like ????” (Yep, didn’t know about the Reynolds Pamphlet’s irl either). So I listened to those two songs maybe ten times each and something clicked, I finally got it and fell hard into the musical.

I listened to Act 1 all the way through, stopping to replay a couple of the better songs. I did this for about a week, always stopping about 30 seconds into or just before “What’d I Miss,” because the style change put me off (now I know that was intentional) and “Non-Stop,” is hard to follow.

So the week passes and I think, “okay, I need to get through the second act of this, I gotta know what happens and what the hell is up with ‘Burn,’ time to listen to Act 1 for the 100th time, then finally force myself through “What’d I Miss.” And it’s easy now because I’m attached to all the characters already, I listened to Act 2 all the way through, again stopping to replay the better songs. I even replayed “What’d I Miss,” a couple times because I now found it bouncy and fun and liked Daveed Diggs’ performance.

Then I get through the “The World Was Wide Enough,” for the first time and I’m like, “wow, that was an emotional gut punch of a song, what could possibly top that at the end of this musical?” (Hahahaha, it’s funny because now I know better). “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story,” starts playing and I started tearing up after Eliza’s part begins, about a minute in. It was like 2am or something and I’m pacing around my room in the orange glow of the hall light tearing up over a history rap musical.

It keeps going, the line “And I’m still not through I ask myself, ‘What would you do if you had more time,’” hits me hard, I’m actually crying now.

“The Lord, in his kindness He gives me what you always wanted He gives me more Time.” What a double hit, I’m crying kinda hard.

“Oh. Can I show you what I’m proudest of? — The orphanage.” I can’t even see properly any more, I’m just crying, pacing faster. My face is uncomfortably warm. But it was such a good ugly cry, it felt great. The song keeps going...

“Oh, I can’t wait to see you again It’s only a matter of—

Time”

The first time I heard this line, I had to stop pacing, lie down on my bed, pull my covers up over my face to muffle the squawking noises I was making and just cry. Oh my gosh, I cried so much, I put this song on repeat and cried for an hour.

Maybe it’s because my gaps in American history knowledge made the plot beats of this musical better for me (I also didn’t know Hamilton died in a duel with Aaron Burr at the time, but I suspected one of them would die because of the rule of threes). Maybe it’s because I didn’t have any specific faces or anything assigned to the characters and just let my imagination run wild. Maybe it’s because I was 21 at the time and this musical hit me at the perfect point in my life to fully appreciate it. Maybe it’s because I LOVED the subversion of making a rap musical about a bunch of racist, but historically relevant white people, and casting it exclusively with people of colour. Or maybe it’s because Lin-Manuel Miranda did an absolutely amazing job of building a complete, self contained story and characters out of the scattered documentation of several historical figures’ lives. But listening to Hamilton for the first time was the most emotionally invested I’ve EVER been while listening to a musical cast album.

#hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton the musical #hamilton an american musical #lin manuel miranda #musical #musicals #musical theatre #this is rambly but i just listened to the album all the way through and it made me nostalgic for the first time i heard it #mine #long post #before you ask my mother worked nights so she wasn't home to hear me pacing and crying at 2am #also i'm not at all religious i know it seems like the spiritual nature of the last song is what did it for me but it was just the closure

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teatreethot · 5 years

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UNPOPULAR MUSICAL THEATRE OPINIONS (im so sorry)

Okay first of all, I am a theatre kid. I literally did Phantom Of The Opera cosplay when I was 3 because I didn’t want to make an animal mask with the paper plates. Also, this is MY opinion. So please don’t spam the comments calling me a fake fan. This fandom is already toxic as it is.

- I don’t like Starkid. I’ve watched every Starkid show and honestly none of them are funny or entertaining.

- Hamilton, DEH, Heathers, BMC, BOM, Falsettos and Six are all incredibly overrated. Lemme explain why:

- Hamilton is overrated because Jesus Christ. I’ve listened to Hamilton since they were off Broadway and can I just say, while it is an amazing piece of art and is somewhat educational (literally half of it is fanfiction) the fandom has taken it out of proportions and destroyed it. It’s just gotten so cringy because of people who like it a bit too much.

- DEH and Heathers are both good musicals. They are not bad okay. I’m not saying that but I feel like they are a bit too overhyped. Especially DEH. ‘Treebros’ is necrophilia and we don’t have that stuff on this blog okay. Again, I’m not saying that I hate them, because the music is good, but there are better things.

- Side note: DEH should not have won Best Orchestrations at the Tonys because The Great Comet was by far superior.

- I hate Be More Chill. I can’t even explain why. The thought of it makes me cringe. I can’t look at the cover of the soundtrack without flinching. I’ve listened to the entire thing and I regret it. I will never like it.

- BOM, Falsettos and Six are all great musicals, but everyone just keeps talking about them. Like yes, I know about BOM, and yes I know that it’s funny and has good music, but it’s not better that Phantom Of The Opera? And Falsettos is good but it is so goddamn overhyped. It was NOT robbed at the Tonys, because ti had a very limited cast and no ensemble so it was pretty obvious that it was going to be lost between things like DEH, TGC and Hello Dolly!

- Side note: I don’t think Hello Dolly! should’ve won all of the things it did but I’ll get to that later.

- Six is good. But it is so annoying. It was great at the start but the only songs that people actually listen to are Don’t Lose Your Head and Don’t Lose Your Head. I’m so sick of it.

- Anyways, classics like Phantom and Les Mis and anything Lloyd Webber or Sondheim are far superior to modern day musicals because they encompass the true spirit of musical theatre.

- The 2017 Tonys.

- The 2017 goddamn Tonys.

- I’m just gonna go and say it. Hello Dolly! did not deserve all of it’s awards. DEH did not deserve Best Orchestrations, which rightfully belonged the TGC. Speaking of TGC, that is a show that was truely robbed. Lucas Steele should’ve won best featured actor, not Gavin Creel. He literally danced, sung, acted and played advanced violin all at the same time. And the set of TGC was basically stairs and platforms, so it was more of a challenge. He deserved it an I will stand by that until I die.

- Mike Faist didn’t deserve the nomination. He was barely on stage and barely a character.

- Falsettos wasn’t robbed. Don’t even start me.

- I CANNOT HANDLE LAMS. OR JAMILTON. I JUST CANT.

- I you want to know why I can’t handle Hamilton ships (Lams and Jamilton in particular) than DM me and I’ll give you my 700 word essay because damn.

- I’m going to get attacked for this but here is a list of actors/actresses that are widely overrated in my opinion (I’m not saying that they’re bad because they are obviously amazing but I don’t really connect with them): Mike Faist, Phillipa Soo, Lin Manuel Miranda, Ben Platt, Daveed Diggs, Barret Wilbert Weed, Ben Frankhauser (i spelt his name wrong i am so sorry), Gavin Creel, Andrew Ranelles, Jonathan Groff, Laura Osnes (butchered her name too i think?), Willemijn Verkaik, Desi Oakley, Mariah Rose Faith.

- I don’t really like Mariah Rose Faith’s voice and while she is honestly amazing, I feel like she isn’t right for Regina George.

- One of the best shows to ever grace the Broadway stage is Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812.

- I’ve read War and Peace over 4 times. I know the plotline. TGC covers it perfectly. The acting, the actual stage and how it is so interactive, Lucas Steele, the way that all the ensemble dances, sings and play and instrument, Lucas Steele, Lucas Steele playing the violin. Like damn. It is the true meaning of robbed.

- Lucas Steele deserves so much more recognition.

- I like Denee’s Natasha better than Pippa’s. They are both incredible singers who blow me away everything they open their mouths, but I feel like Denee really shows Natasha’s character. Pippa does the same with Eliza.

- Lucas Steele and Reeve Carney recognition month. Their falsettos can blow me into next Spring.

- The ‘and Peggy’ joke was never funny. Watch me offend the whole Hamilton fandom with that.

- Lams isn’t or wasn’t real. Sorry.

- Say what you goddamn want, but I will literally never like the Prom. I have been called homophobic for not liking it so many times and I really am not. I just don’t like the music, I’m not saying that I’m against the LGBT community,

- I have watched all of Glee (and a secret deleted bootleg of Darren Criss’s Hedwig run) and I don’t like Darren Criss. There. I said it.

- Here’s a list of underrated actors/actresses: Leslie Odom Jr, LUCAS STEELE, The entire Broadway cast of Natasha, Pierre and the Great Comet of 1812, Rachel Tucker, Jessie Mueller, Eva Nobelzada, REEVE CARNEY, Christy Altomare.

- I don’t like how LMM was actually in Hamilton or In The Heights. He can write songs, sure, but he’s not the best singer. I feel like Javi should’ve been on the cast recordings. Then I would be more inclined to listen to them.

- These are only the ones that I can think of without having to actually think (this sentence makes no sense) so I’m sorry if I offended you. Please remember that this is just my opinion.

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