“If I wasn’t acting, I would own a farm. Not like growing crops but maybe have a few animals like cows, and maybe an alpaca or a llama. I would chop wood all day. I would make a living doing that; it’s, like, an idealistic scenario for me. It’s very contrary to my upbringing, but maybe that’s the appeal to it.”
“I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned He’d be mine She would say, “I’m Fine.” She’d be lying” -by Angelica from Hamilton
This part of Satisfied always makes me sad, I feel really sorry for Angelica, but imagining Eliza in this situation…it breaks my heart p3p And btw I love Hamitlon, I want to do more Hamilton fanart in the future
if Connor Murphy had lived, and Evan and Zoe get together. At their eventual wedding, Connor is standing by his sister’s side, and he can’t stop reminiscing. All at once, he is in high school again.
I asked about his family, did you see his answer? His hands started fidgeting, he looked askance He’s penniless, he’s flying by the seat of his pants
He had wanted a chance with Evan more than anything he had ever wanted. Well, almost. Above everything, he had wanted another chance with his sister. He had wanted to make it all up to her. He had wanted Zoe to be happy again.
I wanna take him far away from this place Then I turn and see my sister’s face and she is helpless…
Connor looks at Evan, serene and smiling at the altar, and his sister, radiant with happiness as she glides up to meet him there:
I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned He’d be mine She would say, ‘I’m fine’ She’d be lying
As the minister begins to read the vows, Connor stands in the crowd watching the world disappear around the soon-to-be married couple. Right before Evan is to say “I do,” his eye catches Connor’s. Connor can’t bring himself to look away.
Connor thinks back to the first day of school, senior year, the first time he talked to Evan. Maybe if that encounter had gone differently, maybe if he hadn’t ruined everything before it had a chance to begin…
But when I fantasize at night It’s Evan Hansen’s eyes As I romanticize what might Have been if I hadn’t sized him Up so quickly…
I know my sister like I know my own mind You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind If I tell her that I love him she’d be silently resigned He’d be mine She would say, “I’m fine”
She’d be lying!
You forced a smile as you saw Scott kiss your sister, Jean, as she walked out of her class. It was hard being in love with your sisters boyfriend. Well, it was your fault that you were in this position that you just happened to be in.
You met him a few months ago, he was new and a big flirt. After a few attempts of flirting with you, you introduced him to your sister Jean, knowing that it would be a chance to escape the horrible pick up lines.
But after you got to know him more, you couldn’t deny your feelings for him. But he was already with Jean.
You knew that you would just have to suck it up. You knew Jean better than anyone else, you knew what she struggled with, how kind and trusting she was. You knew with out a doubt that Jean would break up with Scott for you, but you couldn’t let her. It would crush your sister to give him up, to know that she’s too nice to say no.
So you kept your emotions under control. At least my dear Jean is his.
An immigrant you know and love who’s unafraid to step in! He’s constantly confusin’, confoundin’ the British henchmen Ev’ryone give it up for America’s favorite fighting Frenchman!
You weren’t a mutant. Just a plan old human with combat skills better than the Avengers put together. No one knew of this of course, to the whole school and your boyfriend Peter, all they knew that you were a big deal and they don’t know why.
“Mon amour,” You spoke to your boyfriend in your native language. “Stay safe.” With a simple kiss on the cheek, he sped off, ready to go on another mission with the X-Men.
A few days later, you had been assigned to go on a mission, kill a few people who were working for HYDRA. The fight was easy, shoot a few guys, snap some necks with your thighs, the usual. It was almost amusing how easily they were to take down.
“Y/N?” You heard a voice say, you turn around to lock eyes with your boyfriend. The moment of silence between you was odd, Peter was staring at the bodies with wide eyes. “Damn.”
- Guns and Ships
Let me tell you what I wish I’d known When I was young and dreamed of glory: You have no control: Who lives, who dies, who tells your story
To Kurt it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair that the girl he loved, the girl who had the purest heart in the world had to die. Ever since your death, Kurt had been a mess. He locked himself in his room, refusing to see or talk to anyone. The only time anyone had seen him was at your funeral.
“You know I use to believe that if you were good, good would happen.” Kurt told Scott, after he broke the door off. “I use to pray twice every day, go to church, help when needed. And I came her and met Y/N, and I thought ‘this is my good coming back’ because she was the most amazing person I have ever met.
And now she’s dead. She was so kind. Always letting go before her, giving away when she had none. All to die so soon. I find myself laying down at night, thinking why. Why her? She did nothing wrong. Why do bad things keep on happening to the best people?”
- History has its eyes on you
Oh, am I talkin’ too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth I never had a group of friends before
You were Jean’s first girlfriend, first friend, first person to make her feel valid. You found it cute as she rambled, going on and on about she read a bullshit article in the news paper.
“I mean did they even check their facts!” She exclaimed, her voice raising a bit. “Shit!” She yelled, realizing her voice was getting louder, before apologizing.
“Don’t,” You told her. “It’s okay, you just got a little excited. It’s fine.”
“Are you sure? B- Because I don’t want to be like screaming in your face, I mean i just don’t get to talk a lot so an-”