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.
I think an artist’s only responsibility is to chase their inspiration and to fall in love. If it happens to make the world a better place, so much the better, but if you’re trying to do that consciously, it feels like homework. We can smell when an artist is doing something out of obligation versus ‘Something in me demands that I write this'… It’s about falling in love and really writing what’s inside you. Sometimes that’s political and sometimes it’s, ‘I’m pissed off and I want to write about how I’m pissed off.’ An artist’s only responsibility is to be true and authentically yourself. …I think that’s our job. I think that’s what people recognize, that’s what people relate to: authenticity.
I’m thinking about creating a Hamilton groupchat on Kik (since i have a total of 0 friends who loves Hamilton as much as i do) where we can talk about how precious Lin is, share fanfiction and talk shit about Thomas Jefferson, so if you’re interested, like or reblog this post. You do you.
(Pls don’t ignore me, my english is shitty but i’m cool)
EDIT: I already created it on Kik so send me your user and i will add you!
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 :)
what i think love sounds like:
“Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, to convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that ‘till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.”
what lin manuel miranda apparently thinks love sounds like:
my dearest, angelica
Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters write-a-thon Day 1.
Pairing: Lin x reader
Words: a whopping 5,803.
A/N: Hate me if it’s too AU, it’s okay. I was nervous as hell to post this, but thanks for several special people (you know who you are) I continued and went along with the idea. I didn’t realize it would turn into this monster. I had too much fun writing this and I WILL continue it after the write-a-thon. I didn’t send this to my beta to proofread because I’m stupid and I get too excited to share my work, especially when I feel really proud of it. Cheers to @hamwriters for setting this whole thing up, letting me explore the limits to my writing, and bringing the community together as a whole. I will try my best to finish out the week without my brain exploding. As always, let me know what you guys think. <3 Lola
You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall as you surveyed the scenery outside the carriage. You had to admit that it was beautiful - you’d never seen the leaves in such various colors nor fields of farms that expanded beyond the horizon. While the Miranda kingdom focused on agriculture, industry was predominant in your kingdom so the view was unfamiliar to you.
You angrily swiped at the tears that escaped your treacherous eyes. In less than two weeks, you were going to be ripped away from the place that you’d called home. The population of the Miranda kingdom was increasing exponentially and they lacked the technology to produce enough food for their people. Your parents, despite their indifference to the Miranda’s, offered them an accord: in exchange for the industrial secrets that would help them prosper, the Miranda kingdom must give them military aid if the hostile empire from the North decided to attack. The treaty took days to settle, but in the end an agreement was made.
However, there was one caveat: Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you.
Your hands balled into fists at the thought of the Prince. You’d met him on several occasions, but your most recent encounter with him was forever burned into your memory. You attended a wedding with your two older sisters at a neighboring kingdom and the celebration feast was just as glamorous and lavish as the ceremony. Prince Lin-Manuel was the life of the party, batting his long lashes while he flirted and danced with the women on the ballroom floor. When he came to greet you, you felt woozy, having consumed endless glasses of wine, and he managed to convince you to dance. He twirled and chatted you up the rest of the night, shooing away others who wanted a chance with him. Before you knew it, he was tugging you along the corridors of the castle, hands fumbling against the corset of your dress and his lips hungrily kissing yours.
Heat crept up your neck, still vividly remembering when another guest stumbled upon the two of you. You were mortified – you were a good girl, you didn’t do those types of things, especially with a playboy like him – and promptly shoved him to the ground. He lets out a shout of surprise and you turned and ran back to the ballroom, begging your sisters to leave with you.
When your parents broke the news of the treaty to you, you were furious. How dare they choose who you married?! You wanted to marry a man that you loved, not some fool who chased after women like it was his profession. You became even more angry when they told you that he gave his parents an ultimatum, demanding that he was to be married to you and not either of your sisters. You were convinced that he only did that to infuriate and toy with you, a payback of sorts from that night.
The carriage slowed, pulling you out of your thoughts. You craned your neck out the window, staring as the gates to the castle swung open, allowing your carriage to enter.
“All I’m asking of you is to be on your best behavior tonight,” you father murmured across from you, “It would be beneficial to you if you treat them kindly, considering that you’ll be living with them from now on.”
Your mother, who sat next to him, reached over and placed her hand over your clenched fists. “I know this isn’t the most ideal situation for you, but please, think of the future of our kingdom. We would be doomed if it wasn’t for you.”
You stayed silent. You had fought a long and futile battle with your parents about the arrangement. As the youngest of three, you were less involved with politics and lived life as freely as you liked within the castle. Your eldest sister had the daunting duty of leading the people of the kingdom, a position that you were not jealous of. But now that you were to be wed to a future King, your dreams of being free from the responsibilities that came with royalty were shattered.
But your parents were right.
Your people would die if you chose to refuse the engagement. The military was too small and would be outnumbered and overpowered if the North attacked. You needed the help from the Miranda’s.
Summary: A conversation with Charlie about your feelings for Dean leads to an unexpected present arriving for you. [Written for @pinknerdpanda birthday challenge, my chosen prompt was “If only we were peacocks. He’d flash his feathers, I’d assume the position, we’d know where we were.”]
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: one bad word, fluffy fluff, silliness [is that even a warning?]
A/N: I had so much fun writing this. I adore the show Miranda so so much and this quote was hilarious. Hope you like this, Manda! Have a wonderful birthday my lovely!! xx
“Have a good night, ladies,” Dean called over as him and Sam headed out to the bar, leaving you and Charlie to have a girls night at the bunker.
You had the Game of Thrones box set ready, along with bottles of beer and some burgers that Dean had cooked for you before he’d left. He was one hell of a cook, that was for sure. Honestly, you weren’t too sure there was anything that man wasn’t good at.
“So,” Charlie turned on the TV, leaning back on the couch as she looked over you, “have you told Dean yet?”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Told him what?”
She huffed out a laugh. “C’mon, Y/N/N,” she playfully swatted your shoulder. “Have you told him that you like him?”
“What? I- I don’t like him,” you stammered, much to Charlie’s ongoing amusement. “Not more than a friend, anyways.”
You twisted the top off a bottle of beer, taking a much needed long swig from the glass and praying she’d drop the subject.
“Three cream, two sugar, please.” You told the barista looking up from your phone. You smiled slightly when your eyes returned to the screen. Lin was up and retweeting his favorite Tobillo photoshops. Checking your watch, you realized you were 30 minutes early to work and decided to enjoy your coffee at the cafe; sitting down at a rounded table.
You thought for a minute before setting to work, cropping a photo of Ariel with Tobi’s face before sending it in. Lin almost immediately quoted it, saying:
Bahahhaha this is why I love Y/N. Aren’t you late for work?
You instantly smiled, tweeting back:
@Lin_Miranda I’m early actually
He fired back:
@Y/N that’s a first ;)
You rolled your eyes. A moment later, you had a text from Lin.
i miss u :,(
pls don’t make me cry i’m in public
i’ll be home soon!!
you told eliza that too and then you went off and fucking killed urself
Lin laughed aloud, causing a few people in the sound room to look up to him. Blushing feverishly, he texted back.
true. but i guess that makes it a good thing that i modeled you after jefferson and not eliza. who else would be so…
You laughed at Lin’s teasing remarks. Still, you wished he were hear to tell you them in person. Biting back, you responded:
you’re so full of yourself
you would be full of me too if i were home
You immediately check over your shoulder to make sure no one saw that, cursing yourself as your stomach twisted and a blush flooded the back of your neck. You squeezed your legs together as you responded.
how many days till you’re home?
just over a month
so far to many
You sighed, picking up your coffee and heading to work. Long distance sucked. You missed him constantly. It’s not like you were mad at him for committing to Mary Poppins; the opposite, actually. You had never been so proud of your boyfriend, you just wished that your job allowed you to see him more.
Still, when he posted a picture of himself at the BAFTs, you couldn’t help it when you bought a plane ticket for the following Saturday to surprise him.
That night in Europe, Lin FaceTimed you off his Mac, instantly greeting you with a smile.
You couldn’t help but notice the bags under his eyes from working so hard. It was late, too: maybe 11. Lin usually didn’t stay up much later than nine, but he really wanted to see your face after work today. He was in bed, the computer on his lap, dressed in boxers and a blue tee.
You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you saw his face. The two of you talked every day, but you only FaceTimed once or twice a week as a result of your schedules.
“I miss you,” the two of you said at the same time. Lin threw his head back in a laugh, a giggle escaping your own lips as you poured yourself a glass of water.
“Tell me about your day,” Lin said.
You instantly fueled his request with stories of weird encounters at the hospital you worked at. Lin listened endearingly to each one. He told you about how much he was learning and how happy he was. Throughout it all, however, he never made it past five minutes without telling you how much he loved you.
As it two in the morning for him and eight for you, he yawned.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, babe. Get some rest,” you said. He went to argue but sighed when a yawn interrupted him.
“I love you,” he said.
You smiled, “I love you too.”
Across the ocean, Lin hung up the FaceTime and grinned to himself. He was beyond tired, but despite his mind’s need for sleep, he went onto Delta airlines and booked a flight to New York for next Saturday.
The weekend came sooner than you expected. Maybe it was your excitement to see him, but before you knew it, it was Friday evening and you were packing a bag and setting an alarm for five a.m.
Lin was doing the same in Britain, adding your favorite sweatshirt that he had forgotten to leave for you at home. He smiled to himself, thanking the front desk man as he left the building.
“I’ll be back on Wednesday,” Lin said, practically skipping to the cab outside.
You drove yourself to the airport, working your way through customs before settling down on the plane. This time tomorrow, you thought, you’ll be in his arms.
Lin boarded his plane, the grin never leaving his face. He was so close to being with you, he couldn’t wait. This time tomorrow, he thought, you’ll be in his arms.
You didn’t get as much sleep as you were hoping to one the jet, but you immediately felt rejuvenated at the thought of being with Lin in just over an hour.
Lin on the other hand, managed to sleep the entire way. He walked sleepily off the plane, slugging his backpack over his shoulders. JFK was huge, but he knew it like the back of his hand, weaving in and out of people to get through customs. Lin was was speed walking towards the parking lot where his Uber was waiting. He kept his hood up to avoid too much attention, grinning to himself when he saw the same model of your car.
That was your car. He double checked the license plate, confirming it was yours. What were you doing at the airport? Did you forget to tell him you were leaving the state? Even then, you always texted him before your flights. He checked his phone, making sure it wasn’t still on airplane mode. Nothing. Hoping you weren’t in the air, he called you.
In Europe, you had just walked into his apartment complex, waving to the bellman as you walked up the stairs.
“I’m surprising my boyfriend,” you explained. The man nodded, ushering you forward.
You felt your phone jolt. Lin.
Grinning, you answered the phone, “Hello?” You asked innocently.
“Where are you right now?” He asked suddenly. You almost laughed.
“Why don’t you open your door and find out,” you smirked, leaning up against the wall outside of his apartment.
“What? I’m not home,” he said.
Your brows furrowed, “It’s like, ten at night. Where are you?”
“Where are you?” He questioned.
“I’m, uh, outside your apartment,” you mumbled.
You heard him groan, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You frowned slightly before he continued, “I’m at JFK.”
“What?” You almost shouted, quickly lowering your voice to avoid waking up his neighbors.
“I was trying to surprise you.” He said lightly, making your heart ache.
“I was trying to surprise you too,” you smiled.
“I love you,” you both said in sync. Giggling, you asked what to do.
“I have to head home on Sunday, so if either of us fly home, we’ll barely get any time together,” you sighed.
You heard Lin huff, “But I miss you.”
“I miss you too,” you sighed.
“Okay, uh - go down to the front desk and I’ll call and tell them to give you a key to my room. You can stay there, and I guess I’ll just go to the house.” Lin reasoned.
You nodded, “Okay. Will you water the herb garden?” He chuckled before agreeing.
“I love you, thank you for being so perfect,” you said.
“I love you more. I’ll see you in a month, mi reina,” He said before hanging up.
He hit his head against the seat of the Uber he had gotten into, groaning.
Monday came quickly, Lin had given you a few restaurants to go to, a museum to visit, and even had you stop into his office to meet a few people. It was amazing, but didn’t make it any less lonely.
Lin took the day to himself, walking into your favorite cafe with a grin on his face. He spent most of it at home, just hanging out. The only thing that would’ve made it better was you.
On your flight home, you were honestly a little pissed. You were tired and hungry and a little unsatisfied, for lack of better words. Both of you had made these grand gestures, and neither of you were able to see each other. It wasn’t fair. Snuggled up in one of his sweaters you had stolen form his closet, you tried to sleep until you landed.
landed. thanks for a fun weekend :/ love u
You unlocked you car and climbed in, immediately jacking the heat. February in New York was not warm. Shivering slightly, you started your trek home. It wasn’t more than a 45 minute drive, but it felt shorter than usual.
Shutting the garage, you walked into your house, throwing your keys onto the counter. You glanced at your watch: 4:36. You weren’t particularly hungry, but got some popcorn to eat while you watched some TV before dinner.
You trudged into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in your arm as you checked your phone for texts from Lin; nothing. He was probably in the air -
You jumped, your popcorn falling to the floor and littering the carpet. Your head snapped up to see him. Lin. Sitting on the couch, criss cross applesauce.
“Oh my God,” you breathed.
Lin smiled as he stood up, “You didn’t actually think I’d let you go without seeing you, right?”
The tears in your eyes welled up and you thought your heart might explode it was beating so fast. You sprinted the last few steps across the living room, nearly collapsing on top of him. He caught you, burying his face in your neck, holding you in his arms.
“God, I miss you.” He sighed. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stop.
“I love you so much,” you laughed lightly, backing away just enough to see his face. One of his hands left your back to brush away a stray tear before bringing it back to hold you as tightly as he could.
He smiled as you took his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. You could feel his grin against your mouth as you tanged your hands in his hair, tugging slightly when he nipped your bottom lip.
He pressed his forehead to yours, “I love you too, mi reina. I love you too.“