i'm listening this on repeat

You know, if ever they do make a Hamilton musical film. All I want towards the ending after Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story, towards the very end of the film is a post-credit scene where it fast-forwards to the modern day New York City. 

Inside a bookstore where the biography section is. You see a hand browsing through the selection of books and takes out a big one before the person walks up to the cashier to pay for it. The cashier then checks out the book. 

“Alexander Hamilton, huh. What made you wanna read this?”

“Nothing in particular. I just need a big fat book to read.”

The camera shifts up and reveals the person as…

Lin Manuel Miranda

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A sailor!lance and mer!keith au but listen,,,,,, lance loves sharks

The setting is the mid-1800s, probably New England. I’m still working out the details :> 

Basically Lance loves to sail and works on a trading vessel called the Lionheart. Keith is a loner, swimming up close to ships and docks to observe people milling about. One time he gets a little too close, a little too observant of one particular human and is accidentally seen….

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Local Man Ruins Everything™ 

I just want the confidence of Anatole… Like just imagine someone saying “Let’s get to know each other by giving a quick summary of ourselves” and you just stand up raise a shot glass and proudly proclaim “I’m hot”

I’m holding on,
Why is everything so heavy?
Holding on,
So much more than I can carry.
I keep dragging around what’s bringing me down,
If I just let go, I’d be set free.
Holding on,
Why is everything so heavy?
—  “Heavy”, Linkin Park ft Kiiara.
Rest in Peace, Chester ❤

i just.. . can’t get over sign of the times. there is so much feeling in it - hope, desperation, strength, vulnerability, pain, love, bravery - and all of it is so palpable, i feel like i can taste it in the air while the song’s playing. he pulls you in at the very first note and tangles you into his soul with every note after that. the energy in his voice just. it washes over you, wave after wave, like an ocean of electricity and emotion. 

“you have your mother’s eyes” 

Lily stood there with her back straight, tears streaming down her face. Her arms spread wide out, as if that will protect the infant that was behind her in the crib. She looked up, into the face of the intruder. Searching, hoping, for a flicker of hesitation. Instead, all she saw was a smile. Perhaps even a laugh, she did not know. She could only hear her own cries. “Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!”. She was begging, hoping, he would comply. In that moment, her vision was blurry. She wanted to turn around and kiss Harry one more time, wanted to tell him how much she loved him….”Please … have mercy … have mercy…”.  One more kiss, one more look, one more moment. “Please”. The last thing she saw was a green light coming towards her. 

“you have your mother’s eyes”

Harry looked into the face of his opponent. His back straight, but his body aching. His clothes having stains of dried blood. He must die. It must end. He did not say a word. He couldn’t. Instead, he pictured Ron and Hermione. His best friends. The ones he dreamed of having during his childhood, when Dudley and his friends laughed at him. His two best friends who stuck by him, who protected him. He pictured his parents, whom he saw moments ago. He knew they were beside him. His mother was likely standing in front of him, like she had done years ago. But this time, it was Harry’s turn to protect those he loved. Ginny’s face popped up into his vision. When he had seen her in the castle, he wanted to hug her. Have one last moment with her. One last kiss. He straightened his back again, and looked into his opponent’s red eyes. He saw the mouth move and a flash of green light, and everything was gone.