congrats philip

♚ Prince Carl Philip and Princess Sofia are delighted to announce that   The Princess is expecting their second child.

The birth is expected to take place in September 2017.

“We are happy to announce that we are expecting a child, a sibling to Prince Alexander. We are looking forward to welcoming a new little member to our family.”

Congratulations Prince Carl Philip, Princess Sofia & Prince Alexander. ♡ ♡ ♡


Some Dan moodboards I made yesterday. I posted them on Twitter already but I thought they might do well on here.

Please don’t steal or repost.

Suitors pt.2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Next part

Word Count: 1034 (hey, it’s a step up from the last part)

Pairings: Philip Hamilton x Reader

A/N: I didn’t have time to proofread this but please enjoy anyway.

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you even listening to me?” You notice your sister staring at you. She seems angry. Wait, you think, Was she talking?

“Uh-I-I was-”

“Of course not! Well, at least tell me what you were thinking about.” She says, staring at you with both intrigue and distaste. It’s an odd expression, and it definitely doesn’t suit her.

As for your own face, it bears the look of a conflicted woman, lost in her own mind. You see, you had been thinking of Philip, multiple fantasies compile in your mind all at once and you simultaneously understand all of them. The human brain really is amazing, isn’t it? The human mouth, on the other hand, has some catching up to do. While it takes seconds to understand multiple complicated scenarios in your mind, to explain them to someone else would be extremely difficult and could take hours.

“Theo, I wish I could explain what is happening in my brain but it appears I myself have no clue.”

“Fine then, don’t tell me. I’ll just read your papers while you’re asleep.” She smiled, standing up to leave.

“You wouldn’t dare!” You shout after her as she slams your door. You can hear her laughter get quieter as she walks down the hallway until, finally, it diminishes. You jump off your bed and head to your desk. Your father thought it improper for anyone, a lady especially, to have a desk in their bedroom but you had convinced him - okay - begged him until he finally caved. He didn’t want you in his study, so where else were you supposed to go?

You had started to write letters to your mother the second she died and continued with them even now, years after her passing. You sat down at your desk. It felt more like a home now than your bed ever did. It was easy now, to see how people like Hamilton could write for days on end.

You picked out your favourite quill and begin to write,

Dear Mother,

Philip Hamilton. What else to say? Many things, I’m sure. Last night I went to a ball with Theodosia to find me a suitor and we happened to make his acquaintance. Okay, I know you don’t believe that, so I will tell you the truth. I did not wish to go to the ball, as I had no reason to find a suitor except for my father’s wishes. Theodosia had finally convinced me to go by telling me Philip would be there and sure enough, he was. I will not bore you with the details of our encounter, I will only say that it was short and sweet.

I’m sure you wish to hear of my suitors but please be understanding. You see, I do not wish to write about those terrible men ever again. Please do not hold it against me.

Today was the first day I ever really thought about the consequences of a relationship with Philip Hamilton. I was thinking about it during a conversation with Theo (I don’t think she appreciated it much) and didn’t have time to explain to her why I was lost in my own mind. Mother, how did you manage a relationship with Father? You were married at the time, were you not? Please mother, give me your strength!

To have this relationship we would have to hide it from Father, and I don’t think I could do that! He is my papa, I can’t stand lying to him! Hiding it from Mr Hamilton may be simpler, however. From what I hear he spends most of his time at the office and rarely makes it home in time for supper. His poor wife.

If father ever found out about our relationship what would he say? Would he give us his blessing? No, I mustn’t fantasise that way. Father would most likely send him off right away and find me a suitor at once, without my consent. What a horrible life that would be! Oh mother, if only you were still around to confide in. You’d know what to do.

Your loving daughter, Y/N Burr

“How did the ball go last night?” Your father asked, staring at you with anticipation. Oh no, you thought, I don’t want to disappoint him.

“It was amazing!” You replied. Theo glanced at you, her question clear in her eyes. What are you trying to pull?

“Well, aside from one thing.”


“The men!” You spat. Your father looked at you with surprise.

“What was wrong with them?” He asked, “I chose only the finest for my little girl.” He booped your nose, an action you haven’t seen since childhood. Your cheeks heat up at the now unfamiliar gesture.

“They have no respect for women!” You say.

“Most people don’t.” Your father replies calmly, “Anything else?” You can’t believe it! Your father has never questioned you this way before. It’s almost as if he believes himself to be superior to you. He can’t actually think that though… can he?

Hoping to appeal to his political side, you say “They all shoved their opinions down my throat!” The only response you receive is a strained laugh. “Then I guess they’ll fit right in with you.” Your father said after a few seconds, “I’m sorry dear, but unless you can’t find any legitimate reasons-”

“I am giving you reasons! You’re not listening!”

“I am.” Your father replied. His cool head was really starting to get to you. No wonder Hamilton hates him. “But you must see my side of the coin. You are sixteen going on seventeen. It is due time for you to find a husband and-”

“And birth his children and be stuck as a housewife for the rest of my wife?” You yell over top of him, “Didn’t you always say that I could do better than that? That I could show the world what a woman could do?”

“You have to keep the family tree growing.”

“What about Theo?” You ask, turning towards your sister, “She’s a year older than me, why aren’t you up in her face about getting married?”

“Actually,” Theodosia piped up, “I’m engaged.”


I just think it’s really cool that you’re related to George Wa.shington, that’s all –  I mean, I know you’re not really related to him, but related to him, ya know? Anyways, my name’s Philip – I’m Treasury Secretary Ham.ilton’s son, it’s really nice to meet you – Eleanor, right?”

Congrats to Carl Philip and Sofia!

But to be honest I’m a little bit scared when I think about the upcoming months and especially next year…

  • Victoria and Sofia being both pregnant at the Nobels
  • Two Swedish Royal Births within only a few weeks
  • Tons of new and official baby and family photos
  • Two (probably chaotic) christenings
  • And much more cuteness with Estelle, Leonore, Nicolas and the two new babies…

How is my poor heart supposed to survive this???