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frasergun · 4 months
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I hate this guy bro
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og reddit post below
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smolandweirdwriter · 3 months
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"Why do you write like you need it to survive?" because he does he does he does. he wouldn't have survived if he hadn't begun clerking for the landlord or worked in a trading charter, jobs that inherently require skills in writing. he wrote about the hurricane's destruction of his hometown so poignantly that people decided to help him in furthering his education, KEEPING HIM ALIVE. and as much as he wanted to be something else, as much as he wanted a troop of men to command, hamilton as an adult/young man was NOTHING without his writing. he wouldn't have been washington's right hand man, he wouldn't have gone to the winter's ball to meet eliza, he wouldn't have wooed her with his letters or convinced her father, he wouldn't have built his career or been a founding father. he would have died, a bastard, orphan, impoverished. dead. "Why do you write like you need it to survive?" because he DOES. that's why hamilton could never let an insult go, that's why he always needed to write back, that's why he never stopped reaching for more, because without his writing, without his wit, without his rapid responses, he is NOTHING
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lovebeatriceplz · 6 days
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My toxic trait is confidently believing that i can sing all the parts in non - stop, simultaneously, by myself.
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bigdaddyinchz · 4 months
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stick your sissy ass out for Daddy
Post a picture 😈
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ughgoaway · 6 months
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PLEASE IM ALREADY SO WEAK I-
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polishwave · 6 months
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Nowy postulat Konfederacji - ośmiodniowy dzień pracy.
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kazoosandfannypacks · 8 months
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What's been your craziest fandom experience?
it's gotta be the time when I was in the lounge at college and a friend said "I'm only nineteen" and I said "but my mind is older" and the guy playing pool by himself said "these new york city streets get colder, i shoulder..." and then he and i rapped the entirety of non-stop, much to my friend's bewilderment.
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fuzzyghost · 1 year
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I've been rubbing for the past two hours
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yeah go spend time with your wife dickhead
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I FINISHED IT
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i cant. explain it but,,, non stop from hamilton? makes you write like a madman. its tearing me apart, but it works. my hands are flying. ive written almost an entire powerpoint presentation in like 15 minutes i literally cant. its the only thing that keeps me motivated.
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ashleys-coffin · 3 months
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Being a system is so funny what do you MEAN my best friend is Alexander Hamilton
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Musical Theatre Song Contest: Round Two A
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Submitter’s propaganda under the cut
Dust and Ashes
an absolutely heart wrenching, soul crushing, horrifying ordeal of looking back and realizing your life isn’t what you’d always wanted it to become type of song. no matter which Pierre is singing it, each actor has a certain way of expressing the depressing grief the character is feeling and truly makes you feel as though you’re singing this song of sadness and remote, far away hope with the actor themselves and everyone else in the theatre.
If you’ve never lit some candles and lay in your room listening to this song you’ve never experienced the depth of human emotion.
The first song in musical theater to feature a character’s reckoning with himself that he forgets by the time intermission ends
Haunting, moving, captured the frantic need of human connection yet being unable to grasp of successfully. It's Dave Malloy who's a legend. Most captivating song out there as gives you chills every time.
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woohooincoffin · 5 months
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Perhaps as the adults that we are, might I propose shelving further discussions of (morally) good versus bad ending and instead agree that this is a fucking video game based on player choices.
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buttonsfleas · 5 months
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I am begging you please make more head cannons for Andy Barclay and his kid 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Alright ;)
Dad!
Andy barclay x !12!daughter!delilah!reader
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Dad and auntie Kyle are talking about some shit whilst I'm just listening to the Hamilton soundtrack through my earphones. I was on Non-stop and they were arguing Non-stop.
"I'm not a bad driver!" My dad says like he isn't, but he is. I'm suprised how he hasn't been arrested for suspection of a DUI yet.
"You are, dad." I say with a small smirk, but I knew I'd get in trouble.
"Thank you!" Aunt Kyle says happily with a smile. In most debates like this, I'd be on her side.
My dad was discombobulated at how I was on my aunt's side and not his.
My dad does have some pros and cons to his driving, but I just think there's more cons then pros.
As they tept talking, I kept thinking about my mother and her death. I saw her die when I was 4 and I can't belive I still remember. Her blood was gushing out of her stomach on the floor and my dad was heartbroken, I think he still is. I have nightmares from when she died. What if it happened to me? I don't think anyone could slaughter someone's daughter, but chucky would.
On the left backseat next to me was my pink bunny from when I was younger. My godmother from my mother's side got it for me when I was 2 years old and it's the only thing that's keeping me going.
We have boxes of my mom's stuff, but they're just at home. My favourite is her wedding dress when she had to marry my dad when she was 23 and he was 25. It was- wait, it is beautiful.
After a while, we got to a gestation and me and my dad just got out and leaned by the car whilst my aunt Kyle went into the convenice store.
My dad pulls my earphones out and smirks whilst I looked up at him surprisingly.
"Daaad! I was listening to Hamilton!" I say with a sad voice.
"Oh god, not that play where people from the 1800s rap! What is it with that musical anyways?" He asks with a irrated voice and smirk.
"It's a good musical!" I say innocently like I'm backing up thr musical more then my father.
"Maybe I'll have to see." He says with a sly smirk and then ruffles my hair up but I had the perfect French braid.
"Daaad! I spent 2 hours on this in the car!" I say with a sad and innocent but cute voice.
He chuckles softly and smirks and says "Just hold on a sec." And then grabs a hairbrush from the glove compartment of the car and then pulls the hair tie out of my braid and then he makes me hug him and he starts to brush it and braid it. It always felt nice when he did it for me.
I stayed still and quiet and just kept on hugging him as he braided my hair, thinking he'd take a while, but he actually did it under 4 minutes.
"Done." He said with a proud smile.
"Already!?" I ask as I look up at him whilst still hugging him.
"Yeah, kid. Think I forgot how to braid my daughter's hair?" He asked and chuckled softly.
"But I didn't know it'd be this quick! You took like 2 hours before each school day!" I ask as my suprisement turns into a smile.
"I only did that so I could spend more time with my angel." He then lifts me up and spins me around like when I was 6.
"Dad, stop!" I say whilst giggling softly and smiling as I kick around for him to stop.
"Alright, alright." He then drops me down and my aunt Kyle comes back out from the convenice store and walks over to us.
"What were you both doing?" She asks curiously, as my dad was still hugging me but I was being held up on my thighs.
"Just messing around. What's it to you?" my dad asks my aunt with a small smirk and then he kisses my check and drops me down.
"Well, here." She passes my dad black leather gloves and passes me the same.
My dad and I put on our gloves but he whispers to me "just get in the passenger seat." And I was confused.
I just nodded and got in the passenger seat and he got in the driver seat. After we both closed the doors, he leaned over and fully locked mine.
"Dad, what's going on-"
"Just trust me, baby." Hr said reassuringly.
My aunt then came over and knocked on the window after she tried opening the door and said irratatedly "haha, andy. Open the fucking door." But he wouldn't budge.
"Delilah, open the door." She said but I looked over at andy and he shook his head, so I shook my head at her but with eyes that said "I'm sorry".
As she tried getting in, my dad decided to just drive off and I felt bad but listened to the music on my earphones to drain the feelings out.
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