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The Signs as Hamilton Characters

ARIES: energetic, restless, courageous, protective, enthusiastic, a firecracker

 Hercules Mulligan

  • oh my god, tear this dude apart
  • when you knock me down i get the fuck back up again
  • and i got y’all knuckheads in loco parentis

TAURUS: dependable, stubborn, possessive, hilarious, deeply attached to family and friends

♉ King George III

  • i will fight the fight and win the war
  • it’s much harder when it’s call your call
  • i’ll love you till my dying days
  • awesome, wow

GEMINI: curious, charming, unreliable, fickle in love, enigmatic 

♊ Aaron Burr

  • don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for
  • i’m a trust fund, baby, you can trust me!
  • i am the one thing in life i can control; i am inimitable, i am an original 
  • domestic life was never quite my style

CANCER: highly receptive, maternal, insecure, compassionate, optimistic, has a long memory 

♋ Elizabeth Schuyler

  • i’m trying not to cry because there’s nothing that your mind can’t do
  • you deserve a chance to meet your son
  • the world has no right to my heart 
  • i help raise hundreds of children, i get to see them growing up, in their eyes i see you, alexander 

LEO: natural leader, narcissistic, passionate, generous, arrogant, theatrical, creative, loyal

♌ Marquis de Lafayette 

  • tell the king “casse toi” (fuck off), who’s the best? c’est moi!
  • and i’m never gonna stop until i make ‘em drop and burn ‘em up and scatter their remains
  • no one has more resilience or matches my practical tactical brilliance
  • i bring freedom to my people if i’m given the chance

VIRGO: practical, perfectionist, worrisome, self-sacrificing, intelligent, analytical

♍ Angelica Schuyler

  • you have a revolution? i want a revelation!
  • i noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase
  • i will choose her happiness over mine every time
  • there is a grace too powerful to name, we push away what we can never understand

LIBRA: sociable, vain, gracious, greatly imaginative, weak, prides verbal acuity 

♎ Thomas Jefferson

  • i helped lafayette draft a declaration then i said, “i gotta go”
  • i guess i better think of something to say
  • stand with me in the land of the free
  • smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty

SCORPIO: intimidating, brave, intense, a true friend, resourceful, solitary, taciturn

♏ James Madison

  • i’ve been fighting for the south alone…we have to win
  • won’t talk to [hamilton], that’s a nonstarter
  • i hate to admit it, but…

SAGITTARIUS: noble, prophetic, philosophical, impatient, detached

♐  George Washington

  • my name’s been through a lot, i can take it
  • don’t do a thing, history will prove him wrong
  • i scream in the face of this mass mutiny
  • i wanna talk about what i have learned, the hard-won wisdom i have earned

CAPRICORN: ambitious achievers, disciplined, self-controlled, loyal, full of purpose, melancholic 

♑ Alexander Hamilton

  • they think me macbeth, ambition is my folly
  • when my prayers to god were met with indifference, i picked up a pen, i wrote my own deliverance 
  • god help and forgive me, i wanna build something that’s gonna outlive me
  • and i thought i was so smart

AQUARIUS: progressive, original, humanitarian, complex, spirited, uncompromising, trailblazer

♒ John Laurens

  • we’ll never be truly free until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me, you and i, do or die
  • when you’re living on your knees you rise up
  • i’ve seen wonders great and small
  • we’ll never be free until we end slavery!

PISCES: intuitive, gentle, fearful, trusting, private, dreamer, wide-eyed 

♓ Philip Hamilton

  • i’m only nineteen by my mind is older
  • i am a poet, i wrote this poem just to show it
  • i held my head up high
Me when I see a Dissent update

*startled gasp*

*flailing*

*falls off the bed*

*dives back for my phone*

*scrambles to unlock it*

mY SONS SO BEAUTIFUL SO PURE I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

((Ps. Pls read this comic by @linneart she is amazing and so is it I promise you will never regret it here’s the url @dissent-comic ))

078. Where?

“You’re killing yourself,” Ron says.

“I’m fine,” Hermione replies automatically but there may be some truth to his statement. She has been studying a lot, it’s true. And she has, perhaps, not been sleeping or eating as much as she’s supposed to. But final exams are fast approaching and there simply aren’t enough hours in the day to get in all the work she needs to and every time she even thinks about it a surge of panic runs all the way up into her throat -

She sways on her feet and Ron catches her by the arm. “You need to rest,” he says and there is genuine concern in his eyes. Since his breakup with Lavender has passed a suitable mourning period, he’s been much more open with his attention and his affection and it’s been incredibly exhilarating.

“Well I can’t sleep right now,” she says. “It’s the middle of the afternoon and I have to - ”

“You have to nothing,” Ron says, sounding very much like his mother. “You’re having a nap. Right now. Here, go on the couch.”

She wants to argue but she’s exhausted. Maybe he’s right, maybe a few minutes won’t hurt. He leads her across the common room to the couch and she follows without resistance.

She lies down, propping her head on a pillow. Ron drapes a blanket over her then surprises her by squeezing in at the end of her couch so that her feet are resting against his leg.

“Are you comfortable there?” she asks, praying that he is.

“Yep,” he replies. He fishes around in his bag, then holds up a textbook for her to see. “Look, I’ll even keep studying Potions to put your mind at ease.” He drops the book to his lap and opens it up.

“You don’t have to -” she starts.

“Excuse me, I am trying to read,” Ron says haughtily in what she has to admit is a fairly accurate impression of herself. He grins at her and she knows damn well the instant her eyes are closed, that Potions book is going to be tossed aside.

And that’s all right. She fights the inevitable sleep off as long as she can, because it is just so good to have him back.

Harsh truths (a vent post)
  • If you have a human body, then you’re human, no matter how desperately you pretend you’re not.
  • If you genuinely believe that you are a wolf or a fox or whatever, that doesn’t mean you’re “otherkin.” It means you’re mentally ill.
  • Saying “my identity is valid” doesn’t mean it is.
  • That you identify as Japanese, or black, or a wolf, or a Homestuck character, doesn’t mean anybody else has to take you seriously.
  • The rest of humanity has no obligation to be your unpaid nanny.
  • If you only follow blogs that agree with you, you’re immature. Mature people are capable of listening to dissenting viewpoints.
  • A love for manga and anime doesn’t mean Japan is your true home. It just means that conservative Japanese society would regard you as a weirdo, and people would avoid you.
  • Offensive facts are still facts, and pleasant delusions are still delusions.
  • If you’ve self-diagnosed with mental illnesses but haven’t made any effort to see a professional about them, it’s a warning sign that you treat mentall illnesses as cool labels.
  • When you grow up, you’re pretty much guaranteed to abandon at least one of the beliefs you held as a fourteenish-year-old. No matter how much you might claim that “this is who I AM!!!” when youre fourteen.
  • If you’re straight but with preferences, you don’t need a pride flag. That you want to be special doesn’t matter.
  • That people think the name of your sexuality or gender is stupid does not in itself mean you’re an oppressed minority.

THANK YOU @girlsclubny for hosting the most incredible #NotoriousRBG book launch party—filled with love, inspiration, and #DISSENT (including an unbelievable performance from these #LowerEastsideGirlsClub girls!)

She danced. She sang. She loved. She created. She dissented. She enlivened. She grew. She sweated. She changed. She learned. She shed her skin. She bled on the pages of her day. She walked through walls. She lived with intention.
—  Mary Anne Radmacher, From Living Eulogy

kuroko-no-lover  asked:

That anon who request the s/o of the gom died years ago know the way to break my heart, but I'm so masochist that can I request the same but with Hanamiya, Haizaki, Takao, Himuro and Nijimura? Pretty please? ;n; I'm still crying it was so sad but beautiful, thanks ;n; and I'm sorry for bother you with it ;n;

Haha, aww, don’t cry! I hope ywill enjoy this bby. It’s never a bother <3 I love that you enjoyed what I wrote <3


Hanamiya knew it before the day even arrived. He tried to make it up to you before the day by doing everything he can in his power to make you happy but it never ever seemed like it is enough.

“What’s bothering you?” you asked lightly, going to the couch to plop yourself into his lap.

“Nothing other than the fact that you are heavy,” he commented dryly and internally hit himself for the comment 5 seconds later.

“Am I really heavy? I checked the scale and I didn’t put on weight though!” you fretted, smoothing your hand over your tummy.

He settled back to watch your beautiful figure, a stone sinking in his gut when he realized that it was today.

“Stop whining, I was just kidding,” he rolled his eyes.

You scrunched your nose at him and leaned back on his chest, cuddling up next to him as his hands curled over your waist.

“Koto-chan, I…” you started, not knowing how to exactly broach the subject.

“No. Stop,” he said immediately, knowing what you wanted to say.

“I have to say this, baka. I am sorry for that night,” you whispered, willing yourself not to cry.

“Are you stupid? It wasn’t your fault. It was… mine. I was the one who let you run into the road that night after we fought. Fuck,” he cursed, taking in deep breaths to control himself.

“I shouldn’t have fought with you,” you breathed, feeling the tears slide out of your eyes.

You could feel him stiffen as he felt you cry.

“Damn it, don’t cry,” he brushed your tears away as quickly as they came, looking like he was holding them back as well.

“Find another girl after me, okay?”

“Of course I will find another one. One that is much better than you,” his voice broke, betraying his lie.

“I love you,” you muffled it against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“Baka, I love you too,” he whispered, tightly holding you to his chest as you disappeared.

When you finally disappeared, his hands were still in the same position as though cradling the warmth that you left.

“I love you so, so much,” he hissed, finally letting the sobs escape.

-

Haizaki walked into the kitchen to find you baking something.

“What are you doing?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your waist and dipping his finger into the baking mixture to try.

“Cookies. Shougo! That is unhygienic!” you whacked him on the arm with a hand while laughing.

“Tastes good,” he commented, ignoring you.

“Of course, who do you think made it?” you said smugly.

“Then make them for me forever,” he retorted, sneaking his hand into the mixing bowl again.

You stilled at his comment, knowing that it was inevitable now. You needed to tell him.

“Shougo, I need to tell you something,” you murmured.

He stopped breathing for a moment when you said that but resumed his pace after a while.

“Yeah? What?” he said, forcing himself to sound casual.

“I am leaving,” you turned to face him, into the dark gray eyes you loved so much.

“Leaving? Where ya going?”

“I just… I just want to say that I am sorry for ten years ago. I shouldn’t have fought with you,” you started sobbing, knowing that he was acting like he did not know what you were saying.

“Stupid, it has always been my fault,” he said breathlessly before crushing you to his chest.

“I shouldn’t have…”

“It is my fault. I shouldn’t have fought with you and let you recklessly run… onto the road,” his voice cracked as his grip tightened.

You sobbed soundlessly into his chest, fisting his shirt in your hands.

“Fuck, I am so sorry,” he buried his nose into your hair, pressing a kiss to your head.

“I love you. I love you,” you said hurriedly.

“Fuck, don’t say that. It sounds so final.”

“Tell me you love me?” you asked, looking up at him with a teary smile.

He had his eyes closed and was looking away, forcing the tears not to escape. You were disappearing in his embrace and he could feel it.

“I love you,” he whispered just before the weight of you was completely gone.

The last thing he heard was the sound of your laugh before it was silent. He was left alone again. All alone in the kitchen with so many memories of you and those damn unbaked cookies on the tabletop. He sank to his knees and let out a loud keening cry before burying his face in his hands.

-

SHIT, YOU WENT TOO FAR ASKING FOR TAKAO. MY HEART PHYSICALLY HURT WRITING THIS. FLUFFY CUDDLY TAKAO. I AM SO SORRY. ;_;

Takao sneaked into the room as you were sleeping, trying to ambush you. Sneakily creeping onto you, he quickly launched a tickle attack. You startled awake, giggling as his fingers mercilessly dug into your sides.

“No! No, Kazu-chan, please!” you pleaded breathlessly, wriggling about on the duvet.

He stopped, leaning down right on top of you to steal a morning kiss. He was careful to keep his weight off you so he would not crush you.

“Morning,” he greeted happily, pressing his lips to yours.

You gave a silent moan before kissing him back, looping your arms around his neck.

“Morning,” you grinned.

He rolled off you after he rested his forehead against yours for a while and patted the space right next to him. You crawled into his embrace, slinging a hand over his chest. Both of you sat in comfortable silence until he broke it.

“Is it soon?”

Your fist tightened as you understood the question.

“Yes.”

He let out a deep breath, hugging you to him.

“I don’t want you to go.”

“I won’t be truly gone,” you laughed.

“I need you.”

“I am sorry for that night,” you started.

“I am the one who is sorry. If only I chased you after the fight. You would have… survived,” he forced out the last word, his voice brimming with tears.

“I am sorry for being so stupid,” you started weeping.

He reached down to kiss you on your lips, wiping away your tears with his hands.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he whispered.

Your hand touched his as you started disappearing.

“I love you too.”

When you were truly gone, he curled up into himself, breaking down completely. His hand clutched at the warmth you left, wishing you were right beside him once again.

-

“Baby?” Himuro called out.

“I am here!” you replied.

He walked in to a scene of you sitting among albums of the both of you.

“What are you doing?” he mused.

“Looking at our pictures ten years ago since…” you left the sentence unfinished as you looked back down at the album, blinking tears back.

Since I can’t take pictures since the accident anymore.

“Oh, baby,” he sighed before opening his arms wide.

You rushed into his embrace, nuzzling into his warm chest.

“It is happening, Tat-chan,” you mumbled.

He stiffened at your words, only to crush you harder to him.

“When?”

“Soon.”

“I… That’s… I am sorry for what happened that night,” the words left his mouth in a pained voice, one that made you ache for him.

“I was the stupid one. I…”

“I should have went after you. I shouldn’t even have fought with you. Fuck,” that curse seemed so unnatural coming out of Himuro’s mouth.

“It’s all over now and Tat-shan, you need to move on,” you looked up at him.

He shook his head, body trembling slightly.

“You need to find someone better.”

“I can’t. You are the only one I want,” he whispered lowly.

“I can’t stay any longer.”

“I need you.”

“I love you, Tat-chan,” you smiled, feeling the warm tears make a path down your cheeks.

“I love you too,” he replied, kissing you on the lips and drawing your pliant body to him.

You kissed him back eagerly just as you started disappearing. His hands clenched, wanting to just make you stay there with him. When you were finally gone, he collapsed to his feet. He looked around at the albums around him and cradled the one you were holding to his chest. Whispering your name once, he broke down and wept.

-

“Say ahhh!” you brought the spoon of ice cream zooming like an airplane to Nijimura’s mouth.

“Ahh,” he complied, smirking bemusedly.

You placed the spoon into his mouth and he ate the ice cream, laughing as you tried to dig another spoonful from the tub again. When the both of you finished the ice cream, you threw away the tub and returned to the couch.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms wide.

You crawled in to his embrace, leaning against his chest to hear his heartbeat.

“Shuzo, I love you,” you suddenly said.

“Mhhm? I love you,” he replied.

Both of you had a thing where you would not say “I love you too” as it sounded like you were answering for the sake of answering.

“Shuzo, I am sorry for that night,” you bit your lip after saying that.

He stilled when he heard it.

“No, I should be the sorry one,” his voice was hoarse, a total change from his voice just now.

“I shouldn’t have…”

“I should have just said sorry and not let the fight escalate. I shouldn’t have let you run off like that,” he hissed, clenching his fist.

After a short silence, he broke it again.

“You are going, aren’t you?”

You nodded, feeling a sob hitch in your throat. You began dragging in deep breaths, unable to control your crying.

He hugged you tighter, burying his face in your hair. His whole frame was trembling as he held you in silence.

“You know that I really love you right?” he said desperately.

“Yes, Shuzo, I love you but you need to move on when I… go,” you said softly.

He shook his head and mumbled his dissent.

“I love you,” you repeated.

He felt your weight disappearing and closed his eyes tightly, wanting all of it to just be a dream.

Soon enough, his hands were clutching at empty air. He leaned back on the chair, unwilling to open his eyes. Tears leaked out from his shut lids and he pressed a hand to stop the low sob that escaped from his mouth.

“I love you,” he whispered back.