mainly because of these two

It’s Quiet Uptown

So I want to talk about my favorite moment in Hamilton because I never have, and with the mixtape early singles, I’m now listening to the Kelly Clarkson version of this song and thinking about it again.

This is my favorite song for a lot of reasons, mainly because it has my favorite two lines in the entire show in it… “There’s a grace too powerful to name” and “Forgiveness, can you imagine?”

But here’s the deal. This entire show has been building to Alexander’s greatest foil- his ego and pride while he fights to advance and stay ahead… to the point that at his worst moment, he publishes a long essay detailing his affair to defend rumors that he mismanaged money… and is so fixated on protecting his name, that he literally doesn’t even stop to think about how this will effect Eliza, and his family. Angelica shows up and he actually thinks she’s there to defend him. 

And then you have his son, who loves his dad, idealizes his dad, wants to be just like his dad, and he goes out into the world, and defends his dad against people who are insulting him, to the point that he ends up in a duel to defend his dad’s name/honor. And Alexander LOANS HIM THE GUNS for the duel. He’s not like “you know what son, I don’t really deserve to have you defend me like this, they’re right, I screwed over your mom and my actions are not defendable.” He’s like, yeah, okay son, let me show you how to duel, here, take my guns, have fun!

And then Philip dies. And I don’t think it’s until that moment Alexander truly realizes what his selfish pride has done to his family. And you hear it in the lyrics, they retreat from public life, he starts going back to church and praying, he’s actually for the first time repentant. 

And then there’s this lovely song, where he finally apologizes to Eliza, admits that this is his fault, admits he doesn’t deserve her, states he’s willing to die if it could bring their son back. 

And since Burn, Alexander and Eliza haven’t touched, there is a clear coldness between the two, when she’s sobbing over Philip she won’t let him touch her to comfort her. 

And then on the line “They are standing in the garden, Alexander by Eliza’s side, she takes his hand.” And they’re center stage, and when Eliza takes hold of his hand, Alexander breaks down, he loses it, he is literally standing there sobbing on stage, head bowed, overcome with emotion, while my favorite line covers them “Forgiveness, can you imagine.

And for the first time I think Alexander finally realizes how much he doesn’t deserve this forgiveness. His pride literally killed his son, his son died defending his honor when it didn’t deserve to be defended, and here is his gracious and loving wife, who still forgives him, even though he doesn’t deserve it, they both know he doesn’t deserve it. 

That simple moment, Eliza reaching out and taking hold of his hand, Alexander sobbing when she does… that to me is the most beautiful, powerful, poignant moment of the entire show. It’s the moment that I’m going to remember 50 years from now as one of the most moving moments I’ve ever seen on stage. 


     Y o u    s h o u l d    b e    d e a d.
          You’re lucky. Don’t forget.  


New cards and stickers marketing Digimon Adventure Tri Sochitzu which essentially gives away things.

1. Elecmon is returning

2. The Dark Masters are back, yep all 4 of them. Metalseadramon, Puppetmon, Machinedramon, and Piedmon.

3.  Seraphimon and Holydramon are appearing. This does not negate the possibility of a Takeru and Hikari centric movie. Mainly because both of their Digimon mega forms still need to appear on posters. Two posters with Seraphimon and Holydramon especially moving from a Takeru centric movie is overkill. So it’s smart from a marketing standpoint to save those two for another movie. Probably movie 5. Allow Houomon and Sora the spotlight of the poster

4. This movies focus is on Sora and her relationships with Piyomon as well as Taichi and Yamato and the threat of The Dark Masters. As it should, allow all the megas to appear(since they’re facing 4 Mega Digimon) but let Sora be the focus. Save the other mega storylines(Seraphimon/Holydramon and Takeru/Hikari) for movie 5.

Sports Anime: A Simple Guide
  • Free!: One exclamation point "!" because it mainly focuses on one character: Haruka Nanase.
  • Haikyuu!!: Two exclamation points "!!" because it focuses on two characters: Hinata Shouyo and Kageyama Tobio.
  • Yuri!!! On Ice: Three exclamation points "!!!" because it focuses on three characters: Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri Katsuki, and Yuri Plisetsky.
Destruction from Habits (3)

Originally posted by chimchams

  Jungkook x reader x Jimin
Word count: 7.2k
Angst, romance, smut
For @inktae

“You’re joking right? Christ, Y/N.”

Taehyung is dead.

You are dead.

It’s the day of the presentation, and both you and Taehyung are doing it last minute on a crumpled piece of lined paper with bullets of your ideas and using your laptop and mouse to draw a fucking flower with. He’s practically screaming and panicking at this point while doodling on the art app, painting with red ink and the spray can tool to color in the black lines. You, on the other hand, are detailing every part of the picture with the petals, the stem, and the system of how a flower’s life was.

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Just had to do this, and the second scene is instantly my favorite mainly because of those two simple words. We all want to be happy, and we try to be every single day. The best we can do is keep moving forward and fight whatever negative obstacles come our way. ♥ GIF’s by me from the video, Christmas 2016 on BBC One: Trailer.

When Are You Going To Realize That I Don’t Care? (Hercules Mulligan x Reader)

This was an absolutely adorable request, and I had a lot of fun with the angst. Please enjoy (and prepare for some fluff)

“And what’s a fine lady like yourself doing around these parts?”

You blushed.

“I’m here with my boyfriend, we’re visiting before the revolution begins and he has to go to war.”

“HAH! Like the revolution is anything more than a bunch of assholes complaining about nonsense.” the man laughed.

You sighed and looked at Hercules, standing to your right. He was silent, and looking straight ahead, refusing to make eye-contact with either you or the annoying man flirting with you. This was unusual. Mainly because there were two things Hercules always verbally fought against:

a) People who didn’t believe in the need for a revolution, and

b) Men hitting on you

You and Hercules had decided to visit the city one last time, before he may be sent off to fight in the revolutionary war that was about to break out. Of course, you had been stopped by this man, who obviously, judging by his clothes and demeanor, was a very wealthy man. 

“Come on, young lady, how about you get with a man who’s going to be able to take care of you, instead of some idiot revolutionary.” the man mocked.

You looked at Hercules, who still was oddly silent, staring at the ground.

(Why is he acting like this?)

“No, please leave me alone.”

“Come on, darling, give me a chance.”

“No! Please leave me alone!” you responded, a bit more dignified and louder than your previous answer.

The man shrugged, and began to turn away.

“That’s a mistake, darling.” he reached into his pocket, removed a paper card, and pressed it into your hands.

“Just incase you come to your senses.” he stated before he sauntered off.

You glared at him until he was gone, then glanced at the card:

Phillip Newman

Tax Collector

1423 Way Street

You were disgusted. As you always were with rich, ignorant, entitled folk. You glanced at Hercules, waiting for some sort of reaction.

“I hear there’s a great bar about fifteen minutes from here.” he suggested.

You said nothing before curiosity got the best of you.

“Did that actually just happen?”


“The man who walked up to me, hit on me, spat on you, then gave me a business card. Did that just happen or am I absolutely insane?” you inquired.

“Yeah, it happened.” he responded, still looking at the floor.

“And you weren’t going to say anything? That’s incredibly out of character for you.”

“Well….” he started, then stopped.

“Hercules… is something wrong?”

He took a deep breath in and slowly let it out. He was beginning to worry you.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s…not like he’s wrong…” he finally said.


“Nothing, let’s keep moving.” he said, grabbing your hand and beginning to walk again.

“No, what do you mean?” you asked, trying to yank your hand out of his. You needed to know what he had meant.

“Please,” he said, stopping, and looking at you with large, desperate, hurt eyes. “Please just drop it.”

His sudden upset look threw you off. You had never seen him like this before. Hercules was a loud, brash, funny guy who you wouldn’t trade anything for. You didn’t want to hurt him.

Silently, you took his hand again and you began walking. Hercules was quieter than usual, but you still managed to have a good time. But the thought of what the man had said that had taken such a toll on Herc still ate at you.


“Hercules, come back to bed…” you whimpered.

After the day at the city, you and Hercules had returned to your home. He had been acting extremely distant. You had finally gone to bed, with an extremely tense and awkward atmosphere in the house. Not five minutes later, Hercules had sprung up from the bed, and was now facing the window, looking out at the night. 

“I don’t deserve you.” he blatantly stated.


“I don’t….I really don’t….” he said, still facing the window.

“Hercules, come here. Let’s talk about this…”

He remained silent, still looking out at the night. 

You got out of bed, and slowly walked up to him. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder.

“Hercules, please explain what’s going on?” you somewhat desperately asked.

Hercules spun around, flinging your hand off of him.

“NO! There is nothing to explain!” he yelled, frightening you and making you step back a few steps. 

Realizing his outburst, a sorry expression fell on his face, then he turned around to face the window again.


“He’s right.”

You slowly stepped forward again, a bit more cautious this time.

“Who? Who’s right?”

He was silent.

“That idiot we met in the city, is that the man you’re talking about?”

You heard him take a deep breath.

“(Y/N)…. I’m going to be honest with you. I can’t take care of you. I’m a tailor’s apprentice. I’m going to be in the war soon. When I leave, I want you to find a new man to take care of you.” he confessed.


“Find a new man. Go and marry that man from the city. I cannot and will not return to you after I leave.”

You were lost for words.

“Please… just forget about me. I’m not worth your time.”


“I’m never going to be the man you deserve.”

He finally spun around, and pushed past you. He quietly sat on the bed, and buried his head in his hands.

“Hercules, I love you.”

He did not respond. You sat down on the bed next to him.

“I love you if you’re a tailor’s apprentice. I love you if you’re a revolutionary. I love you if we don’t make tons of money. I love you if you have to go away to fight for some time. And I’m going to be here for you. No matter what. No jerk with an ego problem and business cards can make me second guess my decision to love you.”

“But I’m a tailor’s apprentice. I don’t make enough money. When I go to fight in the war I’ll be making close to nothing. That’s not enough money to-”

“When are you going to realize that I don’t care?!” you shouted.

He lifted his head out of his hands and looked at you.

“This can work. We can make it work! Hercules no sum of money or lack thereof can change my feelings for you. I don’t need money. I need you.” you explained. 

He looked at you blankly. 

You placed your hand on his back and leaned into him.



“What if I get shot out there? What if I die?” 

You were quiet for a moment.

“I’m not going to tell you that you won’t die, Hercules. This is a very dangerous war you’re about to go into and you will be risking your life. But on the off chance that you do die, I’ll write you letters, and poetry, and music, and I’ll carve your name into every tree I pass by. I’ll write you into history books and sing your song to anyone with ears. You will live on in people’s minds and hearts as a man who died for our new country, and you won’t be forgotten. No man can ever fill the space you carved in my heart. I will visit your grave everyday and buy the space next to it.”

You leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He turned his head, then pressed a kiss onto your lips.

“(Y/N)… I’m sorry. I’m nervous. I’m scared.”

“It’s okay,” you said, rubbing his shoulder.

“You are about to do something very scary, and I’m proud of you.” 

“But you know, they will only bury us together if we are married.” he sighed.

You were quiet for awhile.

Then you mustered up the courage.

“Marry me, then.”

I haven’t posted for about two weeks, mainly because I’ve had so many tests! I had my grade five theory exam, which I’m pretty sure I passed(yay) and I just found out I got silver in the maths challenge!!
I’ve also got my c1 mock results back, and I got 89%, which is great as I did no revision, and today I got back my chemistry and physics tests. I got 27/50 in chemistry, which was kind of average, and 24/40 in physics, which I’m kind of disappointed by but the test was really hard and I missed several lessons. Also I did an m1 test last week and I should get my results back on Thursday!!


Sam x Reader

Word Count: 749

Warnings: pure fluff, implied smut?

**Another silly late night writing thing. So… here you go.

The clock above your motel room TV read 3:35am. Great. Another night without sleep. It’s not like you could just run off the last night’s sleep either, mainly because you only got about two hours total. You flipped through your phone, hoping to find something interesting. A breaking news story, a game, something.

But nothing caught your attention. Everything on TV was a lost cause too, unless you wanted to watch a one-hour infomercial about frying pans. No thanks.

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Y’all are still insisting that Chu is being harassed on twitter by shippers but none of you provide any screenshots of said harassment? Like okay, if it’s really as bad as you say it is, you can at least provide SOME kind of proof of it. But I haven’t seen not one instance of him being harassed, but y’all keep saying it? 

Like even if he was… what does a damn ship have to with him not keeping track of the very lore he helped write? How does him POSSIBLY getting harassed have anything to do with character/plot development. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You can still confirm and deny shit about a character without involving a damn ship…

It’s okay to admit that this guy is not good writer, instead of making up a bunch of bullshit excuses for him not being good at his fucking job…
The 20 Greatest TV Couples of All Time
They took fans on several seasons of a will-they-or-won’t-they emotional roller coaster, but Jim and Pam finally got together in season four (see ya never, Roy) and all was right with the world. As Pam pursued her dream of being an artist and Jim made moves away from Dunder Mifflin, the two never stopped supporting each other (or devising genius plans to prank Dwight). And be honest, we know you cried a little when Jim said he bought her ring a week after they started dating.

“Chuck and Blair, Gossip Girl

As dysfunctional as their relationship was, no couple on Gossip Girl could ever compare to Chuck and Blair, mainly because they were the perfect example of two people who really were better together. In the beginning, Chuck was nothing but a womanizer while Blair would do pretty much anything to defend her title as Queen B. We can all agree that, individually, they were two people no one wanted as enemies, but they ended up bringing out the best in each other.”

Nightmare Sans lacks of a soul of his own and is the materialization of the fears that come from the rest of the Sans from other timelines, so to speak. Although he was born from the original Sans’ fear, Nightmare grew more and more powerful as more timelines and more versions of himself appeared, each one of them with their particular fears and terrors that would end up inevitably ‘feeding’ his powerfulness.

His objective is to make each one of them live through their fears almost as if… They were completely real, in  a sense.

He can shapeshift with a 'certain’ ease since his body’s made out of a substance that resembles kerosene or thick oil. Moreover, oily 'tentacles’ can grow from his back to make his job easier in general, and he can sometimes decorate his 'Sans’ shape by using this ability.

Nightmare (NM) has some sort of fixation on Fleshy mainly because he possesses two very different souls, and therefore it makes it impossible for NM to take control over the fears that belong to the human soul in him.

If you have any question regarding this little fella, go ahead and ask!

PS: He also happens to loathe a certain Sans that has the habit of messing with several timelines, sending them to their doom and therefore draining NM’s power (that, as we know, grows with each of these timelines that are made).

NM by @jokublog

Photo Set

If you know me from Twitter, you know that I am absolutely obsessed with these two photos. Well, today, I decided to actually put those two photos together. Mainly because I’m stuck for ideas on edits and don’t have many new screenshots to work with. I’ve been really falling behind lately. I need to go and take some more screenshots. I’ve been just re-using a bunch of old ones. I’m going to try and get a lot of screenshots today. Maybe make an actual edit after that because I do have ideas. Just not the images that I need to make them. OH! But I should also say that I have a lot of homework tonight and I might not actually have the time to screenshot and edit today. Will try to for sure though!