“It’s not a shell. There’s so much life, living here! That’s what I’m doing, I’m living here! I’ve been learning new things about myself all the time! Like how I can make metal do my bidding! The point being, Earth can set you free.”
i hate how being bioware critical apparently means u dont love the games they put out like … shut up, bioware fucks up constantly, bioware has done things so bad they make me feel sick ranging from the way they write characters to the way they design women to the disgusting things bioware staff have said on social media —
but i love bioware’s games? i love them. nowhere is more home for me than in thedas, sitting around the campfire with zevran and morrigan or running around skyhold and kirkwall. i adore, so much, running around every version of the normandy, getting lost in the citadel, every beat of the romance with garrus, everything about miranda lawson’s character and being scared shitless of collectors
that doesn’t mean i have to sit back and praise them and to be honest i’m getting tired of the fact i feel like i have to quantify “this bioware thing is bad” with “but i love it/this game anyway” like stop being so self absorbed that you can’t see any reason why anyone would criticise this stuff
and yea im talking about criticism, not randomised hate, yet another distinction i can’t believe i have to make because theres always one asshole who comes out saying “[x] isnt criticism tho” like fucker do i look like im talking about that
Anyone who's been around me for at least 5 seconds:
You love Lin-Manuel Miranda, we know. You Love Lin-Manuel Miranda so much, we know. You just love Lin-Manuel Miranda, he's the light of your eyes, we know. You love Lin-Manuel Miranda as a proud mother, you are proud of him he is a genius and almost a MacPEGOT, you are so proud of your Cinnamon roll, you are so proud and you love him so much. We fucking know. YOU LOVE LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA. WE KNOW.
Requested by anon:
“Is that my shirt” for either Lin or Daveed where you guys are best friends and it gets awkward and cute. Please and thank you
Summary: Lin and the reader were best friends all through their teenage years and college days. Like so, life pulls them in separate directions for a few years, only to have them reunite for a special occasion.
(I GOT SO CARRIED AWAY IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SO MUCH SHORTER but it’s Lin so)
Warnings: none, except fluff
A/N PLEASE READ SO THE STORY MAKES SENSE: The story goes back and forth between the present & past. The present is in italics. LET ME KNOW IF IT GETS CONFUSING. Roughly based off of Ed’s ‘Hearts Don’t Break Around Here’..enjoy :)
Are you ready for a Hamilton/ In the Heights crossover?! I love these two musicals so much! In the Heights got me through high school and now Hamilton’s getting me
through college, so this was just so much fun to draw out a couple of my favorite characters interacting with each other.
I have so many head cannons for this AU and didn’t even get through half of them in this post, so i’ll upload more of this AU soon. Also if you haven’t listened to Lin M.M’s In The Heights and if you love Hamilton then please, do yourself a favor and buy the album! It is amazing!!!
prompt #43 and #73: “i told you not to fall in love with me” “we’re not just friends and you know it”
a/n: i’m not sure where i was going with the ending but hey i got requests done and another lin fic out so that’s good news. but wow all the support i’ve been receiving lately is truly insane. thank you so so much to anyone who liked and reblogged or followed me because of my lin imagine. if you have any requests for imagines, i’m completely open at the moment and my prompt list is in my bio :))
Being best friends with Lin Manuel Miranda was almost like standing too close to the sun.
You knew you were burning and everyone had their eyes on you, questioning every movement that you made, but you continued to enjoy the warmth and new endeavors that it brought upon you.
You knew Lin from a young age, and the two of you grew up side by side, never straying once from the other. You were attached by the hip, and absolutely nothing, not even his intense work ethic he pressured upon himself, could break that.
Prompt: Y/N’s life with Lin, told through her ever-changing hair color.
Pairing: Lin x reader
A/N: I want to say thanks to my beta, Sarah (@how-could-i-do-this) <3! Go over and send her some love, she helped me out so much! I hope you guys enjoy!
Lin stands at the threshold of the bathroom door, silent.
You run a shaky hand through your hair, unsettled over the new length. Your once waist-length blonde hair was now cropped, reaching right below your chin. You turn to face him, ignoring his sunken and watery eyes, and smile.
“Well? Do you like it?”
He stares at you for a bit longer, scanning your face.
You playfully pout and bring your hands to your hips. “Lin.”
He snaps out of it and reaches for you, bringing you into his arms. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
You giggle and kiss his cheeks. “Good, I’m glad you like it. I finally have an excuse to experiment on some new looks.”
His arms tighten around you and he says nothing.
“H-here?” Lin whispers as you tug him into the costume closet at the Richard Rodger’s Theatre.
“Yup,” you reply, popping the ‘p’.
You push him against the door once you close it, enjoying the surprised look on his face. “Here’s to opening night,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his.
He chuckles, hands burrowing into your bright red hair, and returns the kiss. “To opening night,” he murmurs against your lips.
His eyebrows comically shoot up towards his forehead when you slide down to your knees.
You make sure you hold his gaze when you unbuckle his belt.
“Let’s make sure it’s a memorable one.”
You tie the red ribbon around your braided hair, pleased at how your lilac tresses complimented your skin. You wrap your green scarf around your neck, completing your cosplay for Bulma, your favorite character from Dragon Ball Z.
You twist and turn in front of your mirror, admiring how nicely the crop top shirt and yellow shorts hug your frame.
Lin whistles when he enters. “Looking good,” he sings.
He joins you in front of the mirror, dressed in a pink button-up shirt and khaki pants. You suppress your giggle when you inspect his hair, his short locks practically defying gravity.
He groans, pulling at his spiky hair. “I look ridiculous.”
Today there was a huge cosplay convention happening in New York City, and somehow you convinced Lin to accompany you and to dress up as Vegeta.
“Thank you for putting up with me,” you coo, kissing his cheek.
He rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance, but the obvious gleam of happiness betrays him.
“You’re my wife, I have no choice.”
After a short walk through the neighborhood, you got winded, so Lin suggested a rest at the park. The two of you sat on a bench, watching as children ran around and played.
You rest your head against Lin’s shoulder, your wavy dark green hair spilling over your thighs. “So this is it,” you say.
“We’ve lived here for so long…” he trails off, sighing.
You loop your arm through his and intertwine your fingers, wanting to soothe his worries of moving to London for Mary Poppins. “I think it’ll be a nice change,” you say, “plus I’ll be right there with you.”
“You’re right. As long as we’re together,” Lin gulps, voice wavering, “I think I can handle anything.”
Unshed tears flood your vision. “I’ll always be by your side no matter what, Lin.”
Lin adjusts the blanket over the both of you. “Cold?” he asks, voice hoarse.
You snuggle against him and breathe in his scent, your eyes half-closed. “A little.”
You smile as he lightheartedly rubs your head, playing with the short black strands. “I think this is your best look yet.”
You look up at him, chuckling. “You have more hair than I do. I think this look is a disaster. I miss my wigs.”
He laughs, but the sound is empty and hollow.
After a moment of silence, he speaks.
“You think you’ll be able to stay up a little longer?”
“I’ll try my best,” you sigh, fighting against the pull of sleep.
“I’ll be here in the morning,” he whispers, voice weak.
BREAKING NEWS: EGOT STAR, LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA BREAKS HIS SILENCE
After months of battling ovarian cancer, Lin-Manuel Miranda’s wife of three years has passed. Today, after weeks of being absent from social media, he finally breaks his silence. The recent EGOT posted a heart-wrenching picture of his last moments with Y/N. Y/N, dressed in a hospital gown, looked beautiful wrapped in Miranda’s arms. He writes: “My beautiful wife, may you finally rest in peace. I know you’ll be watching me and cheering me on, like you always have. I’ll make you proud. Wait for me.”
Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think. Tell me if any of these links don’t work, so I can fix them as soon as possible. Requests are open. Ships are closed. I will write for cast or character and NSFW. Have a magical day!