#like how the maria reynolds in say no to this tries to mimic some of elizas melodies in helpless but it isnt quite right

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In my motivic analysis phase. When did we decide to stop listening to the hamilton soundtrack.

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so: ya gal viewed a Certain Notorious Play the other night in SF

a little post-mortem, because i just KNOW you all needed another one of THOSE

Michael Luwoye was a wonderful Hamilton. i know it’s catty to rag on LMM’s voice, but really, the sheer DIFFERENCE it makes when you have an actor with a powerful voice in the role. doesn’t even compare. he roared and howled and bellowed and felt like a tiny compact hurricane bursting off the stage. amazing.

- i specify “tiny” because he was VISIBLY SHORTER than both Solea Pfeiffer and Amber Iman. TINY HAM IS CANON

- Luwoye’s act 1 young Ham was maybe the cutest thing i’ve ever seen! he was SO thrilled to meet Burr and SO excited to make friends and SO jazzed to go out drinking and revolution-ing with them, just so desperate to be liked and find a place and make his name. cute boy. excitable boy.

- not to monster au at yall but Luwoye literally SNARLED “call me son ONE MORE TIME” and uuuuhhhhhh it’s all canon, all monster aus are canon now, i don’t make the rules, i just live in fear of them like yall do

- and then the turnaround between that and a more tired, more morally compromised, running-out-of-options Ham in act 2! a really deft character shift and one that was delightful to watch.

- interesting little character moment: from what i’ve heard/seen most Hamiltons jump right back into the game after “Say No To This,” bantering with Burr and bouncing off to the meeting with Jefferson and Madison to Get Shit Done. Luwoye did not play it like this. his Hamilton was visibly wrung out and sick at heart at the beginning of “Room Where It Happens,” answering Burr in clipped monosyllables and not looking at him and standing all stiff and still until he started to mimic Burr’s “talk less / smile more” in an intentionally crude and sorta nasty style. this Ham was not happy to have to take a page out of Burr’s book.

- Luwoye’s “Hurricane” was a powerhouse. the rapped section was this howl of defiance that nearly knocked me out of my seat, Ham standing there and daring God to do His worst and vowing he’d get back up again. ooooooof. intense.

- Luwoye emoted like a MOTHERFUCKER. his break in “It’s Quiet Uptown” was gutting. tears literally dripping off his face.

- this cast seemed...lighter on the Lams than other productions, which was a bit disappointing, but at Laurens’ first verse in “My Shot,” Luwoye did that hilarious deer-in-the-headlights fullbody freeze at him as he had a Strong Gay Moment

Joshua Henry’s Burr felt very different from Leslie’s as it comes across on the cast album/b**tl*g, but in a super compelling way. i think i saw an article that referred to his Burr as more of a “showman” than Leslie’s, and if i’m remembering right, i agree with that description. Henry!Burr was very mobile and raggedly charming, always had a disingenuous wide-eyed smile hitched up, except for...when it slipped. the untrustworthy self-serving mercenary Ham sees by the end of act 2 was very much in evidence here. 

- and his Burr broke SO EARLY! by “Winter’s Ball” he was already visibly/audibly like WHAT THE HAP IS FUCKENING re: Hamilton’s ascent. his “Wait For It” right on the heels of that was so angry. you could feel his desperation as he tried to justify his methods to the audience, and his unspoken understanding that nothing he is doing makes sense. this was a Burr who, on some level, KNEW that his schtick was not going to remain tenable for long, even if he didn’t know the exact nature of his own breaking point. suuuuuuuuuper engaging to watch.

- ahhahahaha and his delivery of the “...Okay,” in “Non-Stop” was HILARIOUS it was like “hmm yes please keep doing this thing where you say nice things about me perhaps”

- ...also, not to be crass, but somewhere around “Non-Stop” i became suddenly and powerfully aware of how his thighs looked in his costume and uuhhhhhhhhhhh. can we just like. get a Yell Heah real quick for Buff Burr? Yell. H e a h

- act 2 Burr spiraled REAL quick. his “Room Where It Happens” was wild-eyed and electric and frantic and by the time they got to “Your Obedient Servant” and TWWWE he was just a WRECK. where Leslie’s Burr gave at least the impression of making a measured choice to shoot to kill, Henry’s was clearly running on fumes and not in control, and it was terrifying and great.

- and not to go too out of order but can i just say, “Aaron Burr, Sir” is kind of a throwaway exposition-y song, but having it played between two black men? REVELATORY. INCREDIBLE. “fools who run their mouths oft wind up dead.” we were five minutes into the play and i was already like ulp

Emmy Raver-Lampman is the great love of my life and she will be my bride one day, even if i have to defeat Daveed Diggs in unarmed single combat for the privilege. i will do it. i will do whatever it takes to know the touch of her hand. are you listening, Emmy? i’m right here. i’m right h e r e

- my favorite thing about her act 1 Angelica was how YOUNG she played her. which, granted, she is a younger actress than Renee/Karen/Mandy, but i thought it was a really powerful interpretation given that Angelica really is only two years older than Eliza, is still not all that old herself when Eliza’s doing her giddy “Helpless.”

- okay. okay, so. Emmy’s “Satisfied.” okay. a YOUNG “Satisfied.” instead of a mature regretful reflection on a decision that had pros and cons on either side, the regret and the loneliness and the love felt incredibly raw and immediate. Emmy’s interpretation was very “yes, i made this choice, and oh my god what if this was IT, what if this was the END what if there is nothing like this for me ever AGAIN, i cannot take it back and i would not take it back but oh god oh god oh god” and it. destroyed. me. she had that flutter in her voice that you get when you’re crying and laughing at the same time at the second “to the groom / to the bride” and holy shit it was devastating

- also: G5 BITCH TEAR OUT MY THROAT WITH YOUR TEETH

- another fun thing about Emmy’s Angelica was how utterly unimpressed she was with every man she interacted with! her teardown of Burr almost felt like an afterthought in how easily it came out. her chemistry with Luwoye wasn’t as immediately sparky as, say, Renee and Javi’s, but their back-and-forth was very banter-y and instantly comfortable and you really got the sense of two people who could have clicked together given the chance.

- her act 2 interactions with Ham were delightful too—at the end of “Take a Break,” the staging has Angelica start to chase after Ham when he leaves all “i can’t stop until i get my plan through congress.” this was not an “i languished in a loveless marriage in London i lived only to read your letters” chase as Emmy played it. it was a “bitch i have been on a boat for THREE MONTHS and if you think i’m gonna just be like oh hahah whatever we don’t need to hang out when i came all the way over here to see your wife and you then THINK AGAIN—” chase. it was Good. her rejection of Ham in “Reynolds Pamphlet” was so complete and crushing too—it was obvious that Ham was not even on her mind, she was there for Eliza.

i expected to like Amber Iman as Peggy/Maria, but i didn’t expect the extent to which she would steal the stage whenever she was featured in a song! she was so lively and read so well from the audience and was just a joy to watch.

- her Peggy was HILARIOUS. where Jazzy’s Peggy in “Schuyler Sisters” seemed more bratty-kid-sister-i-wanna-go-home-i’m-tiiiiiiiiiiired, Amber’s was like “you guys. you guys. we’re going to get mugged. we’re going to get shot. we’re going to get mugged, and then shot, and then murdered for good measure and WHY IS NOBODY LISTENING TO ME FUFKDCHSDKSFKHEJ” and the fact that this came across so strongly when she was sharing the stage with The Great Love Of My Life and could not have rightfully expected to claim any part of my attention is a credit to her

- the faces she was making at every male cast member who came within 2 feet of her were HILARIOUS. THE FUCK IS THIS. THE FUCK IS YOU. this was a Strong Lesbian Peggy for sure.

- and then her Maria! her Maria was magnetic. she played her as complicit but very obviously unhappy about it; whenever she stepped away from Ham as he did one of his monologue bits you could see the tension and nervousness and distaste on her face, but then he’d turn back to her and the mask would snap back up. not to toot my own horn but like...I Have Been Right This Whole Time.

- and then that red dress just draws the eye whenever Maria’s onstage, such that you couldn’t help but seek her out and watch her standing there silently as Ham drove himself over a cliff into the ocean. she was RIGHT THERE for all of “We Know,” standing there under one of the staircases next to Ham as he went off, watching watching watching and UGH it was such a little thing but it was so good.

i was surprisingly not as sold on Solea Pfeiffer as Eliza as I thought i would be? she had some great moments and was overall a strong performer but for whatever reason they never quite added up to a cohesive whole for me. whatever. still gonna marry her

- her “That Would Be Enough” with Michael Luwoye was actually deeply tragic in a way i’ve never seen/heard from any of the other Eliza/Alex pair-ups. these were clearly two people on completely different pages, having conversations right past each other, and that hurt me very deeply as someone who ships the thing. but it was in my mind also very believable characterization! whatever. i wanted to die. TALK ABOUT YOUR FUCKING FEELINGS, CHILDREN

- actually one of my favorite moments of hers was a teeny tiny one in “Take a Break,” during the verse where Angelica is reading the comma sexting letter. Eliza is onstage but out of the spotlight at this point, tidying up, and she’s bent over and closing the piano when they get to the “my Dearest...Angelica.” for a second she raised her head and half looked over her shoulder and i was like OOOHHHHH SHIT because it felt very, like, “Eliza knows about this flirtation but trusts Angelica not to overstep her bounds BUT is still deeply unsatisfied with how it is playing out” and i just. liked it. good shit.

- i think there’s a spectrum of “Burn”/post-“Burn” Elizas; in my mind i look at it as the spectrum of ice Elizas (exemplified by Pippa) to fire Elizas (exemplified by Aubin Wise/Lexi Lawson). Solea’s “Burn” fell closer to Pippa’s on that scale, very cold vengeance and restrained but ugly hurt, but after that song she ran even colder than Pippa’s Eliza. she didn’t break at all in “It’s Quiet Uptown,” not even when Ham did. her air was this frigidly magnanimous “yes. you did this to us. don’t presume to do it again,” and she looked to be the one supporting him as they exited. i don’t know that that’s my Eliza, but it was interesting to watch.

didn’t have super strong feelings about any of the revset/dual cast folks, aside from surprisingly Jordan Donica as Laf/Jefferson! was not expecting to jive on him, given Daveed is such a charismatic actor in both those roles, and he was clearly working hard for the trickier raps, but he was very funny and fun to watch.

- as Laf, he really got across the sheer Badness of Lafayette as a person, in the sense that he was deeply uncool and trying real hard and just. not. quite. making it. he was also very good at the physical comedy bits given that he is built like a man who is half human, half giraffe, and half random bag of pipe cleaners stashed in the back of the crafts closet of an elementary school classroom.

- seriously he is ALL LIMB. he TOWERED over everyone else onstage. A MONSTER. A MISSHAPEN GIANT

- he also played a very slick and menacing Jefferson who was constantly using his height advantage to attempt to intimidate Ham. didn’t work, obviously, but made for some very striking tableaux in the cabinet battles.

Ruben Carbajal had a lovely voice but i believed him more as Philip than as Laurens because HE LOOKED LIKE A LITERAL CHILD. HOLY SHIT. chubby cheeks and petulant pout and all. it was nuts. where is hamilton casting getting ahold of all these FETUSES

- as i mentioned i preferred Anthony’s Laurens but i did enjoy what a fratty little fucker Ruben’s Laurens came off as. like a hummingbird given human form. that was fun.

Mathenee Treco was a good Herc, kinda camp gay dad friend? which was unexpected but fun. his Mads was a little more vital than it seems like other people’s tend to run; he came off as someone who would overreach himself and then break down into coughing. something a little different.

i eh...didn’t particularly care for Isiah Johnson’s Washington. it was a fairly played straight Local Dad Fed Up With This Shit, Just Wants To Go Home And Build A Deck, which like...isn’t wrong, but there could be more, you know? eh. nothing’s perfect i guess.

i think it was @duckbunny who characterized Rory O’Malley’s King George as “bratty spoiled rich child throwing a temper tantrum” to Groff’s “sleazy abusive bf” King George? or maybe that was someone else? anyway i believed it, both because of his very round babyish face and because of his lack of poise compared to Groff’s King. he was scaryfunny. i habitually skip kgiii’s songs when listening to the cast album, so i was pleased to find myself enjoying all of them live. still think either “What Comes Next?” or “I Know Him” could’ve stood to be cut and replaced with...almost anything else to cover the costume change, really, but they’re fun, no big deal.

this has very little to do with anything but the ensemble featured dupes for Carleigh Bettiol, Betsy Struxness, and Ariana DeBose, i wasn’t sure what to do with this information, perhaps you are not sure what to do with it either, we can just hang out and be puzzled together, it’s chill

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Roommates

A/N: 52 Followers!?! Whaaaa??? I’m so excited so here’s an imagine!! Sorry this took so long, but I’ve been trying to get back into he swing after winter break. I’m also trying to think of more ideas for imagines. If you have any requests, feel free to ask! Anyway, this is based off of what happened to me when I came back from MLK weekend (Except no cute guy for me) and I was so pissed that I turned it into a fic! Enjoy my shitty roommate’s decisions :)

Pairing: Reader x Thomas Jefferson

Warnings: Stripping ;), Implied smut, Swear words, Mention of sex

Word Count: 1707

You hated your roommate. It was a month into your first semester at King’s College and you wanted to rip out your hair. Your roommate, Eliza Schyler, loved to have her boyfriend, Alexander, over 24/7. If they weren’t at your dorm for the night, you were sure they were bugging Alexander’s roommate. You were finally pushed over the edge when you came back to your dorm over the long weekend to see that your bed was a mess. You furrowed your brows and set down your bags on your side of the room. You distinctly remembered making your bed before you left, so you were trying to figure out why it wasn’t made.

“Y/N! You’re back!” one of your floor friends, Maria Reynolds, said as she poked her head in your open door.

“Hey Maria! Yeah, I just walked in,” you said.

Maria followed your eyes to your bed, “Hey, Eliza had Alexander and his group of friends over for most of the weekend…”

“She what?!” You said angrily. You were furious. More than likely, two guys had slept in your bed without Eliza asking for your permission or telling you.

“Yeah, I saw and heard them allllll weekend. They would not shut up,” she said before she said goodbye and went back to her room.

Having had enough, you stormed out of your dorm and walked across campus to Alexander’s dorm. If they weren’t in your dorm, the probability of them being at Alexander’s was high. You waited for a guy to leave, before you snuck into the building. Hoping not to get caught by an RA, you carefully maneuvered to Alexander’s door. When your first met him, he had told you his dorm and you remembered so you could kick his ass if he hurt Eliza in any way. At this point, you wanted to beat them both up. You pounded on the door, hoping that Alexander was only there and not his roommate.

“Hamilton!! Open up!” You shouted and continued to pound, still furious. You about fell over when the door swung open.

“What the fuck do you want??” a tall, and extremely gorgeous you thought to yourself, man said angrily as he opened the door.

It took you a second to compose yourself in front of the handsome, curly-haired man, but then you quickly asked, “Is Alexander here?”

The guy huffed, then sat down on a butterfly chair, “No, he just left with Eliza.”

You stepped in a little and leaned against the frame to his dorm, “I take it from your reaction that you dislike him too?”

“Yeah, he’s a bastard whenever he’s here. Why do you care?” he asked, looking you up and down.

“I’m Y/N, Eliza’s roommate. I have some business to take care of with them,” you stated, crossing your arms as you did.

“Thomas Jefferson. Nice to meet you,” he smiled and gestured for you to come in.

You walked in hesitantly, the door shutting behind you as you sat on an ottoman. The dorm didn’t look much different than what yours and Eliza’s looked like. Both beds were lofted with two chairs under one and a TV and mini fridge under the other.

Thomas chucked, “You can make yourself a little more comfortable.”

You flushed and sat down in the chair next to Thomas.

He smirked as he watched your body move across the small space, “That’s much better.”

“A-Anyway,” you stammered out, “If Alex’s isn’t here, I can just wait until Eliza comes back to the dorm.”

“What fun would that be? I want to learn more about you…what’s your major?” He asked and turned his body towards you.

“I’m a history major with a minor in poli sci,” you stated and looked at his deep brown eyes.

“Well my major is political science with a minor in mass communication,” he stated.

You laughed, “You think you’d be better at communicating with your roommate then.”

He scowled, “Hamilton is a suborn hard ass. We’re in the same debate class and he doesn’t listen to what anyone says! He should be taking communication classes if you ask me!”

You could easily tell that Thomas did not like Alexander at all. And that’s how your friendship started. Your mutual hate for the man who never left your dorm and fought with his roommate continuously led you to meet your best friend. It was a Saturday night and Eliza had Alexander over, yet again, so you stuffed some clothes in your backpack and walked over to Thomas’ dorm. Currently you two had The Patriot in and you couldn’t help but cringe at every gory scene.

“C’mon Y/N! All it was, was a cannon ball tearing off dude’s leg!” Thomas exclaimed.

“Exactly, That’s disgusting! Who thinks of that??” You complained.

“Y/N. You are a history major. You should know that people’s legs were ripped off by cannons during the American Revolution,” Thomas said as he looked you dead in the eyes.

You laughed at his serious expression, “That doesn’t mean that I want to think about it! Let alone see it in a movie!”

“Wait! Watch this part Y/N! It’s super gory!” Thomas exclaimed and turned his head back to the TV.

You made the mistake of looking, and quickly snapped your head away. Your eyes landed on the open closet door, but it was the bright purple velvet that caught your eye.

“Thomas, what is that?” you giggled out, pointing towards what looked to be a velvet suit.

His face turned red when he saw what you were pointing at. “It’s just a suit jacket, no biggie.”

With your mind off the bloody movie, you got up and grabbed the jacket and slipped the large coat on you. You laughed as you walked around the room.

“Look at me! I’m Thomas Jefferson. Check out my cool purple suit!” you said, dropping your voice to mimic Thomas.

He chucked as he watched you strut around the room, “It’s actually magenta. All Jefferson’s have a magenta jacket. It’s a family tradition.”

You looked back into the closet and about squealed when you saw old-time matching trousers. You quickly grabbed them and slipped them on over your leggings. You were sure you looked like quite a sight from Thomas’ boisterous laugh. You were laughing as well, until you stopped and looked at him with serious eyes, “Put the suit on Jefferson.”

He stopped and looked at you confused, “What?”

“Put the suit on.”

“No!”

“Do it now or so help me I’ll put it on for you!”

“No Y/N!”

You quickly pushed him back in his chair and fought to pull off his shirt.

“Y/N stop it!” He complained as he tried to push you away.

“Take your damn shirt off Thomas! I want to see you in this suit!” you complained as you continued to struggle against him.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll put on the suit!” he finally gave in and easily pushed you off of him.

You smirked before taking on the jacket and trousers before handing them to Thomas smugly.

“Get out,” he said as he stood up, holding the clothes.

“No, just change in front of me,” you said casually and sat back in your chair.

He looked at you shocked for a second before he set the clothes down and pulled off his shirt in one swift movement. You trailed your eyes over his sculpted chest, and for a fraction of a second you wondered how it would feel pressed against your bare chest. You pushed the thought away quickly. Thomas was your best friend. Nothing more.

Thomas hadn’t caught on to your internal ogling. Instead he pulled on a white button up before pulling down his sweatpants. You about died at when he did that. In one swift movement, your eyes were right in the view of Thomas Jr., and boy it did not look junior to you. Your gaze moved down to your hands as you waited to see Thomas in the jacket, not trusting yourself to control yourself if you saw anymore of Thomas undressed. He quickly pulled up his trousers then slipped on the magenta jacket.

“Ta da,” he said lamely as he walked around to model the look.

You giggled as you watched your best friend try to look ridiculous in the flamboyant material. Much to his efforts, he could really pull it off.

“I hate to say this Jefferson, mostly because I hate to be wrong, but damn. Magenta is your color,” you giggled out.

“Aw, you’re too kind me Y/N. I would have argue thought that every color is my color though,” he said as he posed in his suit.

You got up and ran a hand over his bicep to feel the material. You looked up at him with a grin, “Velvet is very in right now.”

He returned your smile with cocky one, “Of course it is. I’m wearing it. Doesn’t it look good on me?”

Before you could think over your words, you breathed out, “It would look a hell of a lot better on the floor.”

Thomas’ cocky smile dropped to a look of shock as he stared down at you. Your eyes widened as your checks heated up and you pulled away from Thomas.

“I um, I uh….I should really go,” you stammered and turned around to start collecting your things.

Thomas grabbed your hand and spun you around quickly. Your head spun as he pulled your body flush against his and plastered his trademark smirk back on his face.

“Oh baby, I thought you’d never say that,” he husked out.

“W-What?” you stammered out, shocked by his admission.

“Y/N, how could you be so dense? I’ve liked you since the day you banged on my door,” he rasped out. Unable to form a coherent sentence in your head, you pulled Thomas’ face to yours and kissed him until you couldn’t breathe. His lips locked with your perfectly, as if they were created to constantly be pressed together.

When Thomas pulled away, he smirked, “Want to take this to Alexander’s bed? I’m pretty sure he and Eliza have done it in mine.”

You made a sound of disgust and slapped his chest, “God you’re disgusting Jefferson!”