This gif is an accurate representation of me. Everything I’ve been waiting (rather patiently, if I do say so myself… as someone who doesn’t come by patience naturally, I think I’ve done a pretty swell job this whole last year *pats self on back*) is finally starting to happen. I’m hesitant to say it’s more glorious than I imagined, because I tried very hard not to imagine anything specific, but it’s pretty damn glorious and I couldn’t be more pleased.
Felicity had The Best wardrobe this whole episode. When I saw that red dress at the beginning I literally gasped.
Curtis is definitely veering towards annoying with all his quips and babbling, but the Airplane! quote at the top of the show made me chuckle. Yes, it was bad timing. But I still enjoyed it.
It’s more than a bit nerve-wracking to watch Felicity dance on the line like she did in this episode. Like Oliver, I want to protect her and I found myself constantly gasping and going “oh no!” and “ack! Felicity!” but in the end I’m all “that’s my baby, I’m so proud” so it all worked out.
The best way to describe Oliver in this episode is “Shook”. The best way to describe Diggle is “Shook Pt. 2″
I’m snickering at the boys being at odd ends because their wives are going rogue on them.
Also: Felicity and Lyla crossing paths and sniping at each other is equal parts delightfully entertaining and nerve-wracking. Is this going to put a damper on future double dates?
I’m pretty #TeamLyla most of the time, but not telling Dig and Oliver that they’d moved Caden was… a bad move. Very bad move. SOOOOO bad. C’mon, Lyla. Don’t be that way.
Even though, seeing Diggle and Lyla at odds makes me feel uncomfortable and I just want to yell “Don’t get divorced, mom and dad!”
Rene was my pumpkin cupcake this episode.
I’ve really grown to love him this season and the FEELINGS I had last night were off the charts.
Is it just me or has Rene become Quentin’s honorary kid? I’m all for this, btw. If you ask me, it’s a step up from his last child.
GUYS. Oliver just does NOT drink. A shot here and there, maybe a celebratory toast or a beer with OTA. But this is a man who needs to be in control 100% of the time. He never sits down with a bottle like he did last night. I’m shook.
That is how upset he was about facing off with Felicity. That’s how much he didn’t mean “don’t count on it”. That’s how much he loves her and wants her safe and her soul intact and it’s just killing him, the distance between them and OMG I HAVE ALL THE FEELS.
I think I officially have too many feels to adequately discuss this episode. All that’s coming out of my brain are whale noises.
The moment Dig said “I’m not the man she was gonna marry” I think I stopped breathing and I didn’t start again for the rest of the episode.
You know that gif where the person’s eating popcorn and they stop with their hand halfway to their mouth and they’re just O.O? That was me.
Actually, no, I was Oliver. He froze and then, slowly, looked at Dig like “omg wtf did you just say to me?”
IT WAS ONE OF THE HIGHLIGHTS OF THE SEASON
The engagement was OFFICIALLY brought up. And it was everything I wanted it to be. Olicity is off pause, folks. We’re hitting the play button. The fast forward in some spots. THE WAIT IS OVER.
The scene in the loft was so much better than I was expecting. I was NOT expecting Felicity to bust out the “one of the reasons I fell in love with you” thing. YEP. The pedal is to the metal. We’re full speed ahead!
And how her voice softened? And she stepped closer? The TENSION in that scene was amazing. I’m giddy.
There was the whole blue laser face-off that was equally hot and sad and amazing.
And the final face-off in the bunker… My heart hurt for BOTH of them here. She absolutely believes he doesn’t trust her. She doesn’t realize he doesn’t trust himself. It’s all gonna come out. BRING ON 5x20!
I’m gonna go fan myself and find something chocolate to eat. I need to recover. What a heck of an episode!
When Magnus and Percy meet, I want Percy to just go “So you’re the newest victim of a prophecy. Lemme tell you this now - them gods will never leave you alone.”
“Percy that’s not encouraging.”
“I’m just giving him the cold, hard truth. You’re screwed Magnus. There is no way out of this.”
Lin would cry the day you were born but he would also brag a lot.
He’d shower you with gifts but he was also careful not to overdo it
Chances are, (depending on your age and whatever year you’d picture this for) you’d be friends with a lot of the Hamilton cast/ and or their kids
There’s no doubt about it you’d be a freestyling genius much like him and musically talented.
And Lin would be so proud of this
Lin’s heart would melt every time you called him ‘dad’
He is probably one of the most caring, sweetest, and involved father out there.
And if your mother wasn’t in the picture, Lin would be sure to work to fill in her shoes.
He would attend all your school events and extra curriculars too.
On mother’s day he would plan a brunch inviting his sister and mother over making sure you knew you weren’t alone when it came to the amount of females in your life.
Whenever he goes to Richard Rodgers Theatre or goes to work for whatever project he’s working on he is constantly pulling his phone out to show his fellow coworkers pictures of you
He can’t help it
But one thing is for sure, Lin would make sure you knew how strong of a woman you were. Being a strong activist for equal rights Lin knew how easy it was for girls in today’s society to feel weak and defeated by the powerful and he never wanted you to experience that. So he would make post-it notes and stick them in your lunchbox, on your mirror, and anywhere he could find with sayings such as…
“I am woman hear me roar!” “Though she be but little, she is fierce!” “A strong woman looks fear in the eye and gives it but a wink.” “You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think.”
And because your father is one of the most encouraging and inspiring figures in the world, not only in tweets but reality as well, he excels at giving the best, most needed pep talks when you’re down in the dumps.
Lin had you speaking Spanish as soon as you said your first word
Lin would practically document your entire life. He liked taping you and taking pictures while you were doing casual activities such as coloring, singing, dancing, playing with your dolls, running around the house, etc.
Tobillo basically being your best friend
That dog follows you wherever you go
Lin has thousands of videos from when you were learning to walk, practically waddling around and Tobillo was right on your heel the entire time following you.
The whole Hamilton cast would be obsessed with you
That girl loved you as if you were her own
And if you were old enough, you would join the Schuyler Sisters in their inbetween shows closet talk.
Sleep overs at Jasmine and Anthony’s while your dad is out of town
And they would absolutely LOVE having you over
You made them want to have kids that much more and Anthony loved taking you to the movies and Jasmine loved taking you out shopping
Speaking of shopping, Renee, Jasmine, and Phillipa are always spoiling you with the newest trends and what nots.
The Hamilton cast would be like another family to you
Always running around backstage with Groffsauce, who usually was assign babysitting duty.
The Schuyler sisters- as well as Leslie teaching you how to harmonize
Daveed loved helping you with your freestyling
You and him always got in heated battles- in good spirits of course
Playing childish games during intermission and between shows with Oak, Daveed, and Anthony.
Trying to braid your dad’s hair during his Hamilton days
Let’s be real, Lin would dedicate Dear Theodosia to you
And during Stay Alive (reprise) and It’s Quiet Uptown he had genuine tears pinching at his eyes as he fathomed the thought of losing you
But Lin would always run to you and spin you around every night after shows
The two of you would walk hand and hand together home and Lin would sing you to sleep every night
He’d love making you breakfast and basking in that domestic life
I could see him making some of the best pancakes in the world
And one morning when you were little, you convinced him to let you have a sip of his coffee
“Daddy, what’s that black stuff in there.” “It’s called coffee, bebé.” “Can I try some?” “Uh, I don’t think so, Y/n. You wouldn’t like it.” “Please, papi.” “Oh alright.”
Like he predicted, you hated it. The liquid burned your throat and young little you cried at the bitterness for at least a minute which broke Lin’s heart.
Lin would be the type of parent that would love to show you off to family and friends but when it came to posting pictures of you on social media, he usually made sure your face was covered, just to keep an element of privacy in his life.
But he does love tweeting stories about you or cute things that you do
Your childhood years would be a little hectic. Lin probably wouldn’t be around as much as he wants with filming, acting, composing and all but he would make an effort of a lifetime to be as involved as possible.
By your late teens you had already seen much of the world but that didn’t mean you were bored by any mean. Adventure was in your soul.
Lin would spend a lot of time with you during his time working with the film Moana. He liked to come to you to find inspiration.
Family trips to Disney World and Land
Lin is constantly trying to help you with his homework
“You know I was a teacher.”
Coming to him when you start learning about the American Revolution
“Well I mean you came to right person. I did write an entire musical about this stuff. Just use the album for a reference, it’s mostly accurate.”
Walking into your house one day after school infuriated as you set your pop quiz on the Schuyler Sisters in front of him, a large 9/10 circled with red pen.
“And I quote, I’m the oldest and the wittiest… My father has no sons… dad you cost me a perfect score! Why did you lie in the lyrics, I thought you said I could trust them!” “I’m sorry I forgot they had other siblings!”
Similar to your father, you swore like a sailor
Which also meant you were constantly getting scolded and death glares from your father who claims “He didn’t raise you to speak like that.” Even though you both know he did.
But honestly I could see Lin being into girl drama. Like when he picks you up from school and sees an annoyed look on your face he’d just shake his head and say,
“Spill the tea, honey. I’m ready!”
And on your bad days after dropping you off at home after school, Lin would drive to the nearest DQ and Chick-Fil-A and movie store returning home with gifts in toll.
He was one of the only people in the world you trusted enough to tell everything too
Dad jokes, so many dad jokes.
“Dad I’m thirsty. Do we have any-“ “Hi thirsty nice to meet you I’m Lin-Manuel.”
Being very close with your grandparents
Your grandpa teaching you how to cook
Your grandma would spoil you tbh
Girl talk with your Aunt Luz
Your dad would be really big on making sure you knew and understood the importance of equality and treating others with respect.
Weekly meals at their place where your grandpa is also telling tales
“You know pequeño, when your father was your age I couldn’t get him to shut up!” “Papi-“ “He was always doing his rapping, talking fast and never making sense but he had passion just like yourself so don’t you ever give up on yourself carino. If your father did he would not be where he is today- and neither would you.” “Thank you abuelo.”
And when you finally do make it, doing whatever or being wherever that may be, you’ll have Lin’s as well as the rest of your families support because Lin knows exactly what it feels like to have millions of people doubt you and laugh at you for doing the unexpected so his support will never run out.
When Lin finds out you have a passion for writing and composing, he immediately takes you with him for a daddy daughter date to the studio.
He pretends to be out of ideas for a song and you play along knowing it would be a lot less painful to take the easy path.
“Well there are a few different projects I’ve been working on lately. They aren’t too good… pretty shitty-“ “Y/n.” “Sorry… but uh, you can have a look I suppose.”
Becoming a co writer beside your dad on his next project
Going on walks and hikes together with Tobillo
But for real though Lin would be insanely protective over you
Like when it comes to you Lin always needs to know where you are and constantly has eyes on you
When you got your first boyfriend/girlfriend Lin would FLIP
You’d suddenly become a player in the game ’21 questions’ or more like 101 questions when it came to your dad
He demanded meeting your significant other and no matter the gender, he held his strong demeanor and hardly cracked a smile- well until he saw how happy you looked in their presence.
But eventually he’d come to term with it. Although he would always see you as his little girl, he knew you had to spread your wings and he was not about to hold you back from doing so.
And when you finally land a lead role on an upcoming Broadway show, Lin is ecstatic.
Every day he calls you to ask how rehearsals are going partly because he’s interested and excited for you but also because he remembers his restless days and nights where he’d come home so stressed he’d forget to eat for days. He didn’t want to see you go through the hardships he did.
Ironically enough the new production is held, opening night, in the same old theater you grew up in, Richard Rodgers. Home sweet home.
And on opening night you can guarantee your father is sitting front row with four bouquets of various flowers surrounded by all your family and friends as well as a handful of the original and new Hamilton cast.
And he would cry. A lot.
But he would also be that dad that right before the show starts, as the lights are dimming, he stands up and shouts,
His proud dad tweets would be never ending that night
After the production he was sure to be the first backstage and the first to hug you.
“You did it, you did it! I’m so proud of you, mi ángel. Congratulations!”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said your dad didn’t have a surprise party planned for after the play because he did.
Not to be a downer but there would be days where Lin would cry himself to sleep thinking he hasn’t done enough, or given you the life you deserve. He worked himself far too hard to make sure you had everything you could ever need and knew you were loved, but sometimes he couldn’t help but fear the worst.
Although at times he can be overbearing, you wouldn’t want it anyway else.
This was so fun to write oh my lord, hope you enjoyed!
Edit: Can I just say a huge thank you??? This is only the second art I’ve ever posted, and you guys have all reacted so well to it!!!! Seriously, I had no expectations for this, and the number of notes it’s collected in roughly just over a day is insane. Thank you guys so much for your comments and support, and here’s to more art!
I am not American so I actually had to do quite the research for this. Please don’t penalize me
“What do you mean no?”
Alexander furrowed his eyebrows at your figure, placing the quill pen down. He seemed genuinely confused.
“Why…?” He blinked. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but was this an actual serious question?”
You scowled at his indifference. “Yes, I’m serious!”
His face remained passive. “Are you asking me to give you permission to fight in the war, Y/N?”
“Yes,” Your hands remained slammed on the desk.
Alexander looked like he was still not comprehending. “Are you feeling ill?”
You sighed in irritation, anger slowly simmering. “No, Alexander. This isn’t a joke, I am not mental, nor am I sick.”
Alexander seemed to finally understand and his face morphed into an unimpressed expression.
“If you’ve finished entertaining yourself with your delusions Y/N, please shut the door behind you-”
“I can fight!” You blurted. “I’ve even been taking shooting lessons. I am more than prepared for this.”
His mouth opened in surprise, and anger. “Who-?”
“Unimportant,” You interrupted, knowing that if you told him who had taught you such things you were literally signing their death sentence yourself.
“And I suppose you would hide your weapon underneath your dress?” There was a thick mocking tone in his voice as he rested his chin in his palm.
You flushed. “Of course not. A dress would be a ridiculous garment to wear in battle, not to mention impractical. I would wear a uniform.”
“A woman in pants? A woman in war?” Alexander laughed in mirth, his tussles of hair moving with him. “I begin to wonder if I am dreaming.”
“Alex please,” You said. “I cannot merely sit by! This is my country as well!”
“What you are asking is the heights of insanity, Y/N!” He lost his composure as well, hotheadedness butting yours.
“I’m your friend-”
“Which is why I am cutting your idiocy from now. Now go.”
“That is an order Y/L/N.”
You balked at the use of your last name, clenching your jaw. “Yes, Hamilton, sir.”
You turned swiftly and walked through the door, fists trembling.
You were not throwing away your shot.
“Sir!” The collective voices rang out, a deep sound, soldiers lined up in every row.
Your chest heaved.
A cold bead of sweat slid down your neck as your voice was lost in the thousands. In your far-sight you could see the esteemed General walking with purpose, belting out orders.
Stay out of sight, stay out of sight, keep your head low, the words repeated over in your mind.
You bit your lip hard, sharp iron flooding your mouth. Your cap was low over your eyes, your bust bounded tight against your chest.
This was it.
After everything, this was it. The risk to steal a uniform. The expense of smuggling your way into the ranks. The nagging of your conscience as you knocked out a man to take their gun.
Fortunately, you hadn’t been detected. In all the rushed preparation and chaos, there was no real order. And if anything, the more soldiers the better to fight, so you had managed to slip in undetected.
“Take the bullets out your gun!” A voice all too familiar rang out. You cringed more into yourself, making sure to blend into the mass human fodder. “We move undercover and we move as one!”
Except this wasn’t the haughty, intelligent voice of the man you knew as your friend. This was the cold cut, demanding command of a war general. Alexander was no longer Alexander in that moment.
You already knew the plan. The troops were to fix bayonets and to unload their muskets, in fear that an accidental discharge would alert the British. You would move through the night to launch the surprise on the enemy, accompanied by the French on the other side of the Bay to sandwich the British.
And you would head straight into the enemy ranks.
The first explosion lit up the night, ripping through the silence.
For a second your breath hitched in the calm as you registered exactly what that meant. The signal. The battle had begun.
Then everything went to chaos.
Gunfire exploded all around, vibrating through to your very soul. You froze, watching every sense of sanity unravel before your eyes. Someone bumped into you, making you almost fall over, but it knocked you out of your daze. You had no time to be scared. This was it.
Your fingers rapidly loaded the chambers of your rifle, slipping due to the sweat covering your entire body. The fatal explosions never let up, as the very earth itself was shaken. You rolled to the ground, gravel hard and scraping underneath your palms. It was lucky you did, as several detonations tore apart the very spot you had been standing on. Your heart leapt into your throat but you forced down any and all inhibitions, ice running through your veins.
The only sound you registered was your heartbeat pounding away at your skull, your breathing shallow. You peered over your cover, vision tunneling in on the other side, the uniforms easy to distinguish even among-st all the fighting. Only one word flashed in your mind.
You drew the hammer back into full-cock position before pulling the trigger.
You’d been at it for three weeks.
Your clothes were in tatters at this point, and you found yourself glad there were so many layers to the outfit. One of your legs had lost all feeling, and you were sure you needed medical attention for a gash in your abdomen, but this was all insignificant, the adrenaline keeping you going.
The troops had driven the British back, capturing the redoubts one after another. The column lead by Laurens had rushed to the rear and cut off British retreat.
Yorktown had been fully bombarded. Like promised, the French cut off the British’s escape by sea, blocking Chesapeake Bay, led by commander Lafayette.
Artillery was used day and night, the battlefield littered with rotting corpses, red bathing almost everything you could see. Showers of blinding sparks rained from the cannons.
You ducked into another trench, wincing as a shot grazed your ankle, but continuing nonetheless.
“Grenade!” The cry sent your blood cold. “Move!”
And move you did. Nearby soldiers scattered like ants. You ran as fast as you could, but the damage to your ankle was worst than you thought and you stumbled along. Just as you thought hope was lost, a firm hold took grip on your arm, and you were roughly dragged westwards.
You hit the floor with your savior, the grenade exploding somewhere long behind you, accompanied with horrid screams. Tears blurred your vision as the hand on your arm tightened.
“Are you crazy?” The voice demanded, rough. “Just standing there? Get up soldier! Now!”
You lifted your head only for you to go breathless for the thousandth time since the battle had begun. But this time for a completely different reason.
Alexander stared, eyes wild emotionless in a state of war. There was a cut extending from his hairline to his jaw, his eyes a swirl of bitter coffee and lips set in a firm line. You watched his face slowly morph, those detached eyes filling with raw emotion.
“Y/N??” He said, choking. You had cut your hair to your ear length and there was dirt and matted blood all over both of your features, but it wasn’t nearly enough for him to not recognize you.
His shock turned to utter confusion but it wasn’t long before both were traded with a burning fury. You didn’t wait for him to possibly kill you, using his surprise to escape his hold.
Your name was yelled behind you but you didn’t look back once, hugging your gun close to your chest and rushing to help load more cannons.
You couldn’t believe it.
Another day had passed of firing artillery at the British fort. The sun had just peaked over the horizon, when something caught your eye that made you stop in your tracks.
A young man in a redcoat stood on top a parapet, frantically waving a white handkerchief.
A hush washed over the city as an officer from American lines ran and met the other, and tied the handkerchief over his eyes.
Firing ceased totally.
What went next went by so quickly you almost didn’t catch it.
George Washington negotiated terms of surrender, his large figure seeming almost reverent as he stood before the ruins.
“We won,” you murmured.
Then pure elation flooded your senses.
We escort their men out of Yorktown
They stagger home single file
Tens of thousands of people flood the streets There are screams and church bells ringing
And as our fallen foes retreat I hear the drinking song they’re singing…
And everything had been worth it. Everything had been entirely, absolutely worth it - oh god you had won!!
You joined in the celebration, losing yourself to the sensation of togetherness and ultimate victory, streams of tears running down your face.
And yet again, a hand gripped your arm.
The next shout got caught in your throat. You tilted your head back only to meet inflamed brown eyes.
Alexander Hamilton gritted his teeth. “Y/N.”
Your mouth opened but nothing came out. He dragged you out from the main crowd to the side of a building.
“What were you thinking?”
His voice was low, calm. You grew even more terrified. Alexander was easily provoked, easy to blow up. Except now he wasn’t.
And again, you were terrified.
“I-” Your voice broke and you grimaced as his unwavering stare pinned you to the wall. The celebration was still going on, voices of joy that were oblivious to your plight.
“What could you possibly have to say to me?” He simmered. “Y/N, I could put you in jail. There are strict penalties for this.”
“Not only did you go against a definite order from a commander,” He counted off on his fingers, each one making you cringe further into yourself. “You impersonated a male soldier - knocked out one mind you - and stole a weapon of the government.”
“You wouldn’t let me go,” You said defiantly and even you knew that was a weak argument.
“And why do you think?” He rebutted. He gestured to your state, your injuries and the way you could barely stand on your feet. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen!”
“I can take care of myself, Alexander!”
“Well clearly you can’t!”
“We won,” You bit out. “Can’t you just accept that fact? Why are you so obsessed with control??!”
“Because you’re hurt!”
You blinked at that, chest heaving. “What?”
Alexander hissed, grabbing his hair roughly and looking away from you to glare at the air. “You’re hurt Y/N.”
You pursed your lips. “We were just in war, Alexander.”
“One you should have never been involved in!” His nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. His eyes were going all over now, and you could sense him panicking. “If I had just kept a better watch - If I had been better I could’ve prevented you from going-!”
“Alexander,” You hesitantly put a palm on his shoulder. He locked eye contact with you abruptly. You took in a breath to dissipate your remaining anger.
“What?” He was still riled up.
“I’m breathing,” You said slowly, cautiously reaching for his hand. When he didn’t move it, you took it in one of your shaking ones, pressing his finger tips to your diaphragm where he could feel the breath entering and leaving you. “I’m breathing. I may not be in the best of shape, but I’m still alive. In fact, from what I remember, you saved my life back there. You’ve done more than enough.”
His eyes searched yours, as if looking for something there. You didn’t know what he could be searching for but couldn’t break yourself from his intense stare.
And you had no idea who leant in first, but the next second you were kissing. His hands cupped your cheeks as his lips moved harshly with yours. You had no complaint, returning the affection with just as much passion, tangling your fingers in his hair.
The rough, open mouthed exchanges took a turn after that, turning to something sweeter, softer. It slowed down as well, and you found that there was something more there than just an exchange of lust.
His lips brushed yours now lightly, over and over before breaking off with a breath of relief between your mouths.
“Don’t do that again, Y/N,” He said tiredly, resting his forehead to yours.
You couldn’t help the exasperated laugh. “I don’t think I’m planning on joining another war anytime soon, Alexander.”
He chuckled. “You better not.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, mind rolling over the recent events, repressing the images of war for now, only focusing on how Alexander’s hand felt interlocking with yours.