my maria and my best friend

Hamilton as things people in my math tutoring class have said

Hamilton : i may have fucked up but thats just how i roll. 

Eliza : is there a target sign on my heart or something? honestly i feel so walmarted

Angelica : Girls just want to destroy the patriarchy and kill all men. 

Peggy : Sometimes people don’t tag me on instagram and I wonder if I even exist. 

Laurens : once my best friend asked me if i was gay and i kind of just ran away

Hercules : i am hardcore and a badass! *panting as they reach the top of the two steps of stairs*

Lafayette : yeah i speak french. baguette baguette bitch 

Jefferson : bitch I’m fabulous and my weave rock harder then dwayne johnson *wearing orange peels on head*

Madison : today i was going to wear a sweater, yeah. but i didnt. 

Washington : I may not be your father but you damn well better know that I- ooh are those grapes? 

Maria : what boyfriend? *laughs nervously*

Phillip : daddy im dead. pow pow. 

Burr : maybe if i just stare at the paper and not reveal my true intentions- the answer will appear. 

Relationships for writers

I’ve been doing more writing recently (cough fanfiction cough) and noticed the romantic relationships I was writing fell into categories based on their foundation. And because I’m ~that~ type of person I made up little guides for each of these categories. Thought other writers might find it helpful too…

Feel free to add on!

Built on: chemistry


Strong start


Sex is not a replacement for talking

You might hear this couple say:

“It was love at first sight”


Ariel and Eric (the little mermaid)

Red and Kitty (that 70s show)

Tony and Maria (west side story)

Built on: Friendship


Common interests outlast infatuation


Differences in life goals or living styles

You might hear this couple say:

“I’m so lucky to be in love with my best friend”


Monica and Chandler (F.r.i.e.n.d.s) 

Carl and Ellie (Up)

Aang and Katara (Avatar the last airbender) 

Built on: loyalty


face everything as a team


Is it love or adrenaline

You might hear this couple say:

“I trust them with my life”


Han and Leia (star wars)

Katniss and Peeta (the hunger games) 

Mulan and Shang (Mulan)

The Reason I Don’t Do Cold Readings Anymore…

by reddit user Skarjo

I don’t do ‘Cold Readings’ anymore. I don’t tell fortunes. I don’t read tea leaves.

And I do not do contact ‘the other side’.

Look, don’t judge me alright? It was an easy gig. I mean, the first time I did it, it was a joke. I did it just to impress a girl. You’ve been there right? It was something I’d read about online and I thought I’d give it a go.

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Hamilton characters as things my friends and roommates have said at college
  • Washington: Every time you don't keep your side of the room clean, god kills a puppy.
  • Angelica: Honey, if that boy talks to you again and you don't like what he's saying, send him to me and I'll kick him so hard in the ass, he'll need my foot surgically removed from his mouth.
  • Maria: I look like a hooker in this dress, but not a cheap one. Like, a really expensive one. For the guys who wear nice cologne and suits.
  • Laurens: I don't know if I'm gay. Or straight. Or bi. I don't know what I am. I just know I have to pee now cause I'm so stressed about this.
  • Hamilton: I want to have a party just about me. Like, no music, no dancing, nothing. Just an empty room and me with a mic, so that everyone will come and have to hear me talk.
  • Eliza: I feel so guilty, I ate sugar before lunch. My mum always says it's unhealthy to eat sugar before noon. What have I done? I'm a horrible rebel. I need to go call her and apologise.
  • Jefferson: Everyone here is so goddamn stupid.
  • Burr: Either I'll kill myself or my dorm-mate before summer break. I don't know which yet.
Hamilton Characters as Be More Chill Lyrics

Hamilton: ‘cause freaking out is my okay GOOD MORNING TIME TO START THE DAY

Eliza: I wrote [Alex] a letter telling him how I feel

Peggy: that’s progress!!

Eliza: I tore it up and flushed it

Burr:  I already know what it’s like to be the loser…I should find out what it’s like to…not be the loser…(should I shoot my best friend?)

Angelica: when you love somebody, you take a chance just for them

Laurens: then something changes, and he changes from a guy that you’d never be into, into a guy that you’d kind of be into

Lafayette: iiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIT’S FROM JAPAAAAAAAAN [more like france]


Washington: he’s gotta learn to handle his high

King George: whoooaaa, everything about you is so terrible

Madison: what’s wrong with my shirt???

Jefferson:  my job’s to color your aesthetic, and make you seem much less pathetic, just step and fetch, don’t ask me why

Maria: that is SO awesomeIMEANSLUTTY

Philip: oh man, I shouldn’t say…but it’s a good thing I rock at pool ;)

anonymous asked:

hey, could you recommedn me some other artists who also draw harry potter art? love your stuff xx

of course! 

- alessiajontrunfio - really cute and soft art style, lots of young marauders and amazing gifs

- batcii - i can’t even express how much i love her fanart, ESPECIALLY harry potter, ESPECIALLY the marauders. gorgeous artwork and great thinkpieces on harry potter, look, i just have a huge crush, dont tell her

- bevsi - such an inspiration source!!! check bev’s harry potter tag, but tbh check everything else also (the mermaids!) because her work is stunning

- boaillustration - amazing illustrations, clothes designs and ginnylunas

- fleamontpotter - hilarious comics, spot on harry potter posts, ron weasley positivity, snape negativity and quality swans content, what more could you ask for honestly

- gin-draws - a+++ content, a+++ person, great art and headcanons on the marauders and i love to gossip with her about the blacks

- jam-art - check the harry potter tag. their jily and deamus melt me.

- maria-tries - her harry potter fanarts are cute as shit, her blog is a place of beautiful marauders, soft artworks and all-general amazingness! it’s also worth noting that she and i are best friends and roommates, nbd, and she’s responsible for p much all of my harry potter headcanons and ideas, and she’s the best person in the world basically go see for yourself

- prongsiedraws - the watercolours which i could just look at all day long. super original and beautiful character designs, great artstyle, 70s fashion, overall greatness

- reinardfox - such an adorable artstyle and lots of soft remus, right up my valley. one of those artists i want to tell to draw more of what they’re already drawing

- rosielleny - lovely work, especially on her harrys and hedwigs!

- shebsart - please check their harry potter tag because that terrible 70s fashion on the marauders is healing

- smelslikeart - another great artstyle with lovely colours, lots of pretty fanarts right this way please

additionally, if you’d to see some more harry potter fanart which i dig, try the tag on my personal blog, right here!


I’m combining multiple stories that may be up already idk.

So this is all based off Kahoot.

One game of Kahoot for Biology, I was A. Ham, no one got it for a while and would ask: Who a ham? A hamilton? Alexander hamilton? Now being in theatre i have an ok poker face. The only two people who knew it was me was my best friend and another friend (know i consider everyone at my school a friend if I'e talked to them at least twice). However our biology teacher kept looking at me so I think he knew too.

Now to another Kahoot. Said friend who knew I was A. Ham, I was A. Burr today, was A. Ham and each time someone new joined the game, no matter what, A. Ham and A. Burr were always together.

New Kahoot, I was Maria Reynolds and my friend, who had been Rekt the past two Kahoots, became King Rekt III. Only theatre kids and those who knew Hamilton ever knew who it was.

Still convinced my Bio teacher knew it was us while the rest of the class was confused.

SAT testing day, my 3rd period was playing Kahoot and I went as A. Ham. I was winning as top three until we did the Canada one. I live in Texas. One student who wasn’t even playing said he was A. Ham. Only my friends I was close to knew. I told the teachers after class tho.

The A. Burr vs A. Ham kahoot was that day to.

One of my other friends came up to me in the middle of the kahoot just to tell me he knew from 3rd period that I was either A. Ham or A. Burr. (He still doesnt know)

anonymous asked:

This is one of my absolute favorite blogs! My best friend actually showed me a picture she photoshoped of Hamilton and Laurens on actual tater tots. So maybe could you draw some of the hamiltots eating tater tots? (If you could draw our favorites characters, Maria (mine) and Thomas (My friends), we would be eternally grateful) - Eli (me) and Sally (My best friend)

They’re going to have to share all of them tater tots.

Accidental Relationship

From a request on tumblr by anonymous, “Can you do a Gaston x reader with numbers 71, 76, and 83 please?” 71. “Kiss me, quick!” 76. “I need you to pretend we’re dating…” 83. “It’s always been you.”

It was a quiet day in this poor, provincial town. Same as it always is. I went into the market to pick up more ink for my quill, but as I was walking to the stand that sold it, I accidentally bumped into someone. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going…” my voice trailed off as I looked at the person I ran into. Gaston, of all people. I have had a bit of a crush on him ever since I first moved into town. I’ve always tried to avoid him, just because I was horrified that I would make a fool of myself.         

 "Ah, yes! Just the beautiful lady I was looking for,“ Gaston said with a smirk on his face. My face flushed a light shade of pink at those words. 

 "Why were you looking for me?” I ask, with a hint of curiosity in my tone. 

 "Yes, well, you see Y/N, I need you to pretend we’re dating.“ he explains, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

 "I beg your pardon? We have to pretend to date each other?” I ask, chuckling a little bit. 

 "Yes, but just for tonight. Unless you don’t want to pretend,“ He says with a smirk. "You see, I am hosting a dinner tonight at the tavern and everyone I have invited is bringing a date, and the host can’t show up without a date! That’s just unheard of! They asked who I was bringing, and you were the first woman that came to mind.” He explains. “So, would you like to join me tonight for dinner?” He asks me with a hopeful look in his eyes. 

“O-Of course,” I mutter, my face presumably as red as his coat now. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up around 5:30 tonight.” He says with a grin. 

“I guess I’ll see you then,” I say as I walk off and go to buy my ink and head home.         

                                            *Later in the evening* 

I had invited Belle over to help me get ready. She’s known about my liking for Gaston for a while. We still had a lot of time before I had to get ready, so I grabbed a book and so did Belle. I got lost in my book and completely lost track of the time. 

 I look up from my book a while later to look at the clock. “5:15?! Gaston’s coming to pick me up in 15 minutes!” I hop off of my couch and race to my room. “I don’t even have a dress picked out!" 

 Belle chuckles, "Why are you so worried? It’s just for tonight. Plus, I don’t think he’ll care that much about your appearance, I think he’s just glad you accepted the date." 

 "I know, but it’s with friends of his. If they’re anything like him, they have really high expectations and I want to impress them.” I explain as I start grabbing dresses out of my closet and laying them out on my bed. There were three options. A red dress (Think of Maria Reynolds from Hamilton), a purple one, and a mint green dress. (I’m just using the styles of the dresses from Hamilton for this, I’m too lazy to research.) 

 "Well, they’re all great, but I think the red one suits you the best.“ Belle says as she hands it to me. "When you finish getting dressed, come out and show me. Then I’ll help you with your hair.” She walks out of my bedroom and I put the dress on. 

 About 10 minutes later I’m finally finished. My hair is done like Belle’s, she wanted to see how it would look on me, and I have simple nude makeup with a dark pink lipstick shade. I sat on my couch and waited for him to arrive. 

 "Y/N, please be honest with me, what do you see in Gaston?“ Belle asks me. 

"Well, he’s very handsome,” I say as Belle chuckles. “But really, I don’t think he’s as much as a jerk as one would think. When he had asked me earlier, he was kind of nervous and actually seemed relieved that I accepted the date. I think he just acts all big and jerk-like around people to feel confident. I mean, that’s what I would do-” I’m interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. 

“He’s here.” I whisper to Belle as I start to get up from the couch. “Do you think he heard anything I said?” I ask Belle with a look of fear plastered on my face. 

 "I don’t think so,“ Belle chuckles. "Don’t worry Y/N, it’ll be fine. Let me know how it goes.” She says as she heads into the other room. 

 As I open the door I am greeted by Gaston with a bouquet of roses in his hand. “Beautiful flowers for a beautiful lady.” Gaston smirks and hands the roses to me. 

 "Thank you.“ I giggled and put the roses in a vase and walked over to him. 

"Shall we get going?” he asked. 

 "We probably should.“ I chuckle.

 "Have you been to the tavern before?” he asks as we’re nearing it, already hearing how loud it is from outside. 

 "I haven’t. I’ve been meaning to go, but never had the time.“ I reply, feeling a little nervous. "I’m not one to drink, so this will be new." 

 "Don’t worry, everyone will be paying attention to me tonight, so I don’t think they’ll care how well you can hold your rum.” He explains. 

We walk in an awkward silence for a few minutes until we arrive. He gives me his arm, and I link my arm through his and we walk in. 

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, “It’s just a few friends.” He explains. “You’ve met LeFou before, haven’t you?" 

 "Yes, I have. He’s very friendly, a lot friendlier than I had assumed.” I answer. 

“He’s here too, so you will have someone to talk to while I’m talking with my friends.” He says, pointing to a group of men and women around a table as we walk in. 

My shoulders relax as I feel a bit of the tension lift off of my shoulders. At least now I can enjoy myself a bit. 

 "So,“ he says with a smirk. "Are you ready to pretend-date me?” “As ready as I’ll every be.” I chuckle. Here goes nothing. I just hope I don’t mess up anything for him. 

“Ah, Gaston! So glad that you could finally join us.” LeFou exclaims as he motions for us to join them at their table. “And this must be Y/N. So glad to finally meet you, we’ve heard so much about you." 

I blush a deep shade of crimson. "It’s very nice to be here. I’ve never actually been here before, so everything here is a bit new to me. It’s lot cozier and welcoming than I had expected.” I say as Gaston pulls out a chair for me. “Why, thank you.” I say as I sit down and Gaston grabs a chair and sits next to me. Maybe this could be better than I had anticipated. 

We had been there for about an hour now, and I’ve quiet enjoyed myself so far. I’ve talked with LeFou most of the time, Gaston was right, all they wanted to talk about was him and how amazing his hunting skills are. 

 As I’m taking a sip of my drink, LeFou leans over to me and says, “You know, I know you and Gaston aren’t really dating." 

I’m taken aback by this. "Are we not selling it?” I ask him. “Not really,” he replies, “You haven’t even talked to each other yet. Even Stanley isn’t buying it, and him and I think that you two would be great for each other." 

I feel my face heating up at this. "What should I do then?” I ask with a worried tone. 

“Kiss him.” LeFou replies with a smirk. 

“You know what, I’m pretty sure this is the rum talking, but I’ll do it.” I reply with a smirk of my own. I lean over to Gaston and whisper, “Kiss me, quick!” He looks at me with a look of shock spread on his face. 

 "I didn’t realize you were this desperate. Why so all of a sudden?“ He asks. 

"LeFou says he’s not buying us.” I say. 

 "If you insist.“ His face bent down over mine in slow motion, like a dream, blurred, and then disappeared as I felt his soft lips close over mine. (I’m sorry, I’ve never written kissing before, so please bear with me.) 

We’re interrupted by the sound of whistling and howling coming from everyone else at the table. I pull away, looking down, with my face flushed and heating up. 

"Did that do it for you?” Gaston whispers in my ear, his husky voice sending shivers down my spine. 

 "Y-Yes. Very much indeed.“ I say as I look at Le Fou and he nods in approval. 

"That was great” he mouths to me. 

I shrug and mouth, “I tried." 

 After about 15 more minutes of hearing more of Gaston’s stories about the war, every one else decides to leave, leaving me and Gaston alone to walk home. 

 We finally reach my house, but as I’m about to unlock the door, there was something I needed to know. 

 "So Gaston,” I ask turning around to face him, “Of all of the girls in the village, why did you chose me? I mean, there’s Belle, the Bimbettes, there’s-” I say as he cuts me off. 

 "Y/N, can’t you see? It’s always been you. You’re the only girl in town that I’ve wanted. Ever since you moved here, I’ve been absolutely smitten. And as I got to know you and see you interact with the other people in town, I realized how hard it would be to win you over. So, I tried to move on and try to woo Belle over. But hell, she’s very stubborn as well. It just wouldn’t do. And since I needed a date tonight, I was hoping you would accept. And I’m so glad that you did. Now, I was hoping that maybe this wouldn’t be just a one time thing, if that’s alright with you.“ He confesses, during a dark shade of red as well. 

 "You know what,” I say, giving him a quick peck on the cheek, “I think I’d love that.”

The Eyes of Domjoon (M)

Moodboard made by @chessireneko

A/N: May or may not be a fic for the Secret Fic Project and also a present for a special someone​. You’ll find out after the ending.

Friend I wrote for: @def-initely-soul

Bias I wrote for: Namjoon (BTS)

Genre: Smutty Smut

Extra Prompt:  It’s not the eyes, it’s the way they look at you

Words: 862

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Maria Hell 

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Comet Dragonfly:
Is a magical prince from the dimension Mewni. Comet is very energetic and friendly. He loves having fun and usually has an optimistic outlook on life. He protects the wand from falling into the wrong hands. His best friend is María.

María Díaz: Is a 14-year-old girl who becomes Comet’s best friend and partner in their inter-dimensional adventures. She helps Comet during their fights against the villains. She’s smart, thoughtful, kind, responsible and very organized.

Hello everyone! I’m back! (^_-)≡★
I’m glad to return, it’s amazing and later from a horrible week of exams, i’m still alive hehe
Sooo this is my return’s gif (^~^)
Enjoy it!


Antoinette is so hilariously sassy in this manga and I love it.

In this scene, it’s part of her journey through Austria to France, and her brother Joseph accompanied her for a little while.

They’ve watching a performance, and he says she shouldn’t be looking so sad when everyone’s here to congratulate her. Then he starts waxing poetic about how he knows she’s a little nervous, she’ll be in a country she doesn’t know, meeting a spouse she doesn’t know. He tells her a marriage of state doesn’t have to mean a marriage without love, telling her to think of their own parents, or of him.

He says admittedly their parents were childhood friends and already knew their feelings, but he and his first wife Isabella apparently fell in love right when they first met and that fateful meetings like that do exist.

Antoinette’s response?

Seems to me you were a lot less happy with your second wife.


Originally posted by mauloveskpop

“You can try to forget what happened, but you can never forget what you felt.”

Summary: Seeing you that night was just a careless mistake. It was just another party and another one night stand… But why was it so hard to get rid of you… Why did you have to be around? Why couldn’t I seem to let you go? Was this fate… or just a coincidence? 

“What’s the matter? Afraid of a little temptation?”

Part 1 is here~ 

More Parts:

Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7 // Part 8 // Part 9 // Part 10 // Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13 //



“Just forget him. He’s out of your life and it time for you to move on. All you need to do is get loose and have fun. He doesn’t give a shit about you… He’s probably out there with the same girl he cheated on you with before..” you continued to say to yourself.

You grabbed the shot glass you just ordered and without thinking twice you threw your head back and chugged the shot as if you were living life for one last time.

“Woah! Girl slow down.” Your best friend Yuju says as she grabs the shot glass from your hand and you smiled.

“Stop being such a mother and have fun!” You shouted in her ear trying to talk loud enough to hear the sound of your voice and not the sound of the music beating in the club. 

“I’m not trying to be a mother, but my ass is responsible for you.”

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes and you looked at the bartender and smiled.

“Another Bloody Maria.” You smirked at the bartender and here comes your best friend looking at you.


“Don’t tell me what to do.” You hissed in annoyance and you could tell off body language, your best friend was fed up with you.

“I know you just had a rough break up, but why would you want to get wasted and do something you’ll probably regret the next day.” Yuju continued to blab on and on.

If you continued to hear Yuju and the negativity that’s leaving her mouth and entering your ear, she would probably kill your buzz and would completely ruin your night.

“I love you for caring about me, but girl let me have fun. My mistake, my business not yours.”

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Warnings: Really, incredibly sad at the beginning, fluff at the end.

WC: 1898

Pairing: Reader x LMM

Prompt: “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

“Did I stutter?”

These will be used in this series, not necessarily this chapter

A/N: This is my very first LMM fic, so please don’t be too harsh on the critiques.


It was an average day in Manhattan. You wake up to your alarm blaring, only to press snooze and catch more restful minutes of sleep.

You knew it was a bad habit, especially because it made you late for work every morning when you were younger. You didn’t worry about being late this time, because if you were, at least you had someone to take over your shift. But you didn’t stop. After oversleeping for about 30 more minutes, you finally kicked off the covers and groggily made your way to your kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee.

You were itching for a fix of the sweet energy that caffeine gave you. Lord knows you can’t function without it. Many of your cast mates and co-workers know this and some of them usually pick up a coffee for you before you get to the theater. After all, playing Eliza in the show Hamilton was hard enough. Doing it right after you wake up… a lot harder.

Your mother always told you how coffee was bad for you, and how it increased your risks of heart attacks and how it stained your teeth. You remember how you promised her that you wouldn’t drink too much coffee when you were in college.

It didn’t last long.

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