silly grown ups

anonymous asked:

Harry taking his little girl to the bibidi babidi boo boutique,and when they are done,the little girl wants Harry to have a princess makeover tOO FUCK

THIS IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED

He giggles when she suggests it. “The princess makeovers aren’t for grown ups, silly girl! S'just for you.”

She pouts. “But daddy…”

He giggles, scooping her up in his arms– puffy princess dress and all. “Tell you what, bug. You be the princess, and I’ll be the prince, hm? So you get to walk around all gorgeous, and and I get to show you off!”

She giggles. “That’s not how being a prince works.”

“Oh no? How’s it work then, your highness?”

“You have to hold my hand. And dance with me. And tell people your name is Prince Daddy.”

Harry giggles now. “Prince Daddy, huh? Quite like the sound'a that.”

NAME OF YOUR MUSE: Elizabeth Schuyler Hamilton

ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE:

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE THAT YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:

  • Not really a headcanon but more of a lesser known historical fact but Eliza has terrible spelling. Whenever Alex was too tired to keep writing she’d stay up with him and write in place of him, which if you couldn’t tell the differences in handwriting, her part could be given away by the faulty spelling. While Eliza was more educated than most women (or people in general, really) of her time, spelling was not her strong suit.
  • Eliza loves silly nicknames. Having grown up being called both Eliza and Betsey, she consistently came up with different nicknames for everyone else, a habit which only grew as she had children and later founded the orphanage. To avoid confusion between her children (biological and not) and the people she knew with the same name she’d give each one a unique nickname (i.e. Philadelphia for Philip).

THREE THINGS THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME

  • Eliza loves to play piano. She views it as a necessary skill and has taught all of her children to play, but she just genuinely enjoys it. Playing so much allows her the ability to be good at it, and she takes every spare moment she has (which isn’t often, mind you) to play.
  • Singing, like honestly, maybe this is just my love of the musical but she adores to sing and dance, often making up little games with her children.
  • Socializing. Eliza is no introvert, she loves parties and is surprisingly good at balancing balls and dinner parties with her home life. Though she’s much more proud of her work as a mother, Eliza enjoys her parties and is a wonderful host when she throws her own.

SEVEN  FIVE PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LOVES/LIKES:  

  • Alexander Hamilton
  • Philip Hamilton
  • Angelica Hamilton { Bonus!! Angelica Schuyler, her namesake }
  • Alexander Hamilton Jr.
  • James Alexander Hamilton
  • John Church Hamilton 
  • William Stephen Hamilton
  • Elizabeth Hamilton { affectionately called Little Eliza }
  • Philip Hamilton { born after his older brother’s death, named for him }
  • Margarita Schuyler Van Rensselaer { “and Peggy” } 
  • Fanny Antill

THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:

  • Trusting Alexander so immediately
  • Not visiting Peggy more while she was sick
  • Not going to church as often as she would have liked

FEARS YOUR MUSE HAS:

  • Death
  • Unfaithfulness
  • Spiders. Of all the things she has done and can do, spiders are a no-go.
  • After Philip’s (made stronger by Alexander’s) death, the dark, preferably the very early morning darkness. It reminds her of the duels, a thought that terrifies her. Given that she had 7 more children, not including her adopted daughter, Fanny, she was scared of losing even more of her family to another duel that she wouldn’t be made aware of.

tagged by: @sxsiesxlmonxx  { ily!!!! sweet daughter!!!! }

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hold on tight, this ride is a wild one

Children Hearts

Let alone the grown ups that don’t care,
stay here with me
and discover new entries
in never land,
new doors of perception,
new opportunities.
Let us move our brittle bones
in silence,
cause it’s enough
gruesome noise in the world.
Let us sprint in the wilderness
like lil’ kids stumble
upon new territories
and smile wholeheartedly
at the silly jocks that
grown ups deliver
“like they know how to tell us amusing stories 0_=”.
Let us fly on spellbound wings
and remember bubbled dreams,
desires and wishes long time forgotten.
Let us embrace our young hearts at last,
and get ready to throw them in the blue soul of the ocean
in the shape of two bottled homeless stars.
I want you
and only you
to come with me
and search new adventures.
I want only you by my side
as the night arrives
like a magnificent black hawk
which covers smooth with cotton clouds
children hearts looming
among fireflies under happiness blankets.