things i am living for in the drunk history episode:
“hi. i’m stage’s lin-manuel miranda” because it is Good™ from that moment on
how eloquent lin is while still being shitfaced
“history spoiler” aka the phrase i will be using always from here on out
how he clearly could literally be the most boring person to tell any story on drunk history ever based on the fact that he is completely coherent when quoting the letter but he knows why you’re here and he knows how to be funny thank god
“HERE COMES HAMILTON ON A FLAMING SHIP. YOUR ASS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME”
i cannot believe lin-manuel miranda just quoted half baked in the context of a founding father truly he is the voice of a generation
randomly throwing in quotes from his musical like we won’t notice
black george washington #nice
long-suffering father washington aka the most accurate portrayal of washington
maria reynolds not being genderbent
seriously y’all i am here for lesbian alexander hamilton give me approximately 500 fanfics
“Hamilton is Not a Great Dude” is going to be a paper i write one day mark my words
the sexy jazz music playing when he quotes the reynolds pamphlet as a history major with a specialty in us history i’m angry that i will never be able to think of the reynolds pamphlet without it but as a history lover i am alive
“the reynolds pamphlet is like dick 101″ stop stealing all of my future paper titles
i have been saying for years that the founding fathers were children and no one believed me so i’m happy to have this episode of drunk history to show them to prove my point next time
questlove calling in the middle and fangirling about drunk history
also just all of the chris jackson bit wow
“i want to order dominoes”
“they’re friends until they’re not” [black and white flashing images] [mental kill bill siren]
aubrey plaza’s eyebrows
also aubrey plaza in general obvi
and alia shawkat do i even need to say that
“i have slaves that do that for me” lin you absolute savage
the letter sequence #perf
how is lin able to play the piano at all while drunk i wish i had that kind of talent
singing “i know who i want to take me home” while staring lovingly into burr’s eyes
“this motherfucker right here”
“burr was never a monster” just fuck me up
this episode was 20 minutes long but i think it changed me
Princess Star is given a magic wand and sent to Earth where she makes a new best friend to fight monsters with.
Star sets out to find her kidnapped mentor, who is being held hostage by her second greatest enemy under the control of her first greatest enemy, and possible relative, which she inherited from her mother. Still trying to keep her inner demons at bay, arising from her jelousy at her soulmate dating another.
serious?” Yuuri asked, glancing at Victor’s profile as the elevator
climbed up towards their floor.
nervously, conscious of the sudden weight of the golden band on his finger.
you said, marrying me after I win gold?”
Too scared it
was just a joke, he couldn’t look straight at Victor. It would be cruel to play
with his heart in that way and Yuuri doubted Victor would do something like
that, but… He sneaked a peek at the mirror wall in front of them.
And maybe it was
worse than directly watching Victor smile, in that soft, caring way Yuuri was
still not used to even after months of seeing it; maybe it was worse, because
now he felt like a secret pervert and it just burned so right to spy all those changes of tender, wordless
affection go through Victor’s face when his smile turned into an expression of
dusted pink and he snapped his eyes away awkwardly, only to jump when Victor
took his hand.
The hand with
the ring gleaming in the bright elevator lights.
never joke about it,” Victor said solemnly, lifting Yuuri’s hand and
kissing the gold band.
embarrassment washed over Yuuri simultaneously and his body didn’t know for a
moment what to do: to breathe or to fidget. So he stood frozen, watching their
joined hands and the matching rings, so beautiful, so precious, so gold.
“But,” Victor continued talking.
“I’ll marry you even if you don’t win.”
you said–” Yuuri started confused.
Victor’s smile turned playful when he cocked his head to the side and his eyes
squinted in that cheerful way that always made Yuuri smile as well. “If
you don’t win gold I’ll be the one planning the whole thing, though.”
couldn’t really bring himself to care about that. He was about to voice it,
when Victor said:
the whole cathedral and we’ll have white roses and baldachins of white silk
draped all around it and then a coach pulled by six white horses and–”
stop!” Yuuri cut him off, nervous laughter getting stuck in his chest.
“That’s way too much!”
“Eh? I don’t think so. We should get the best of the best of
the best to–”
Yuuri stepped closer, catching Victor’s hand in both of his and holding it as
if it was the most precious thing in the world. And it was. “If I win, we’ll do it my way, okay?”
elevator door ringed open and Victor sauntered out, humming the wedding march
under his breath, Yuuri couldn’t help a fond smile at the sudden feeling of
having played right into Victor’s hands.
Listen if you can cheer for the Rebels in Rogue One, but can’t fathom why people would use violent resistance to real life fascists and their sympathizers I sincerely hope you suffocate under the weight of your own tasteless hypocrisy.