Summary: Alexander Hamilton arrives on Washington’s doorstep in distress and disarray feeling like just another worthless kid in the system. He’s certain that the Washington’s house will be no different from the others he’s been to. Usually a chatterbox who always speaks his mind, Alex decides it’s best to keep his mouth shut and his head down as he navigates his new life with the Washingtons, their adoptive son, Lafayette, and Lafayette’s amazing friends, one of whom may be working his way into Alexander’s heart. As much as he wants to move forward, he’s haunted by his past. Can Alexander face his demons or will they ruin him once and for all?
Personal Comment: Amazing. Read it. I am not usually a fan of modern AUs cause I am a massive history nerd, but I mean just read it. 10/10 would recommend.
Summary: It’s been two years since Alexander’s popular parapsychology blog helped him crowdfund his way to America and into college. Now, after graduating early, he finds himself accepted into the most prestigious parapsych grad program in the world. He’s going to study and hunt ghosts under the tutelage of George Washington, just like he predicted in his ten year plan. What he didn’t predict was stumbling into the best friendships he’s ever had and falling in love, but he can’t say he’s complaining. (AKA the one where they’re all grad students ostensibly studying ghosts, but mostly having a lot of feelings.)
Personal Comment: This fic. This fic right here. Okay I read all 100k words of this in like one day and it gave me so many feelings Jesus I love this fic so much omg. Just read it. Seriously. Read it.
Summary: How many disastrous blind dates do you have to go on before you inevitably fall in love with the waiter that stays behind and talks to you after every one? Alexander was pretty sure this wasn’t Herc’s original plan.
Personal Comment: Amazing, just amazing. Funny and cute and I’m gushing. It made me smile and squeal and jump up and down. Just really, really, really, wonderful.
Summary: Eight years after the war ends, Hamilton finds his old compatriot and lover John Laurens, very much alive but without possession of his memories. Eliza takes charge, as she did eight years previous.
Personal Comment: Okay, fix it fics are my life and soul and this one is just so wonderful and perfect. I mean a fix it fic and someone coming back to life, sign me the fuck up.
Word Count: 47,675 (Complete, but there’s a sequel on the way)
Summary: “District Four’s tributes! Elizabeth Schuyler and Alexander Hamilton!”, Lee shouted into the microphone and Alexander reached out to take Eliza’s hand without prompting. “Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!” People were still watching them. Eliza’s hand was clutching his, though her face betrayed no emotion. Alexander swallowed and, once Lee was done, pulled her into a tight hug. “Smile for the cameras, Betsey,” he murmured, using the nickname only he had for her, “We won’t let them know we’re scared.”
Personal comment: A Hunger Games AU, I went in not knowing what this was going to be like and I was blown away. Like better than the actual thing blown away. 10/10 would recommend.
Summary: John and Alex think making out will help relieve stress, but John can’t get over what society has taught him, especially when he starts enjoying it too much. John’s perspective.
Personal Comment: Some trigger warnings: internalised homophobia, Christian specific homophobia, time period homophobia. Yeah so this isn’t the happiest of things, but read the rest of the series. It is wonderfully written.
Word Count: Ocular (adj): of/or connected with the eye He was in the eye of the storm. He was surrounded by the calmness of it, by the void of the tempest. He was wrapped and swaddled in the quiet. The tranquil air insulated him from the force of the wind and hail. He had been protected by the shield of it, and it gave him strength to outlast.
Personal Comment: Remember how I said fix it fics are my life and soul, I lied, historical lams is my life and soul. I blame knee breeches and cravats. Actually, this historical fic is my life and soul. I read it again, and again… wait… I’m just going to read it again.
Okay! The next post will be Jamilton (Alexander/Thomas Jefferson), and I’ll link it here. If you have any lams fics you want me to read, then just submit the link here!!
I am not ok what so ever jesus good lord I'm feeling so many things why That lil diary thing was enough but this NO And they looked amazing And ajdiahsjahsjqhsjqhdjajdja the emotions and the beautiful not so clear story gyah
listen a bitch (me) loves la la land (2016) but whenever i see someone being like “it was the first time the love interests don’t end up together by choice and it was so beautiful and heartwrenching” i wanna die like so many masterpieces before have done this trope lmao please see IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE (2000) DIR WONG KAR WAI
Sam Wilkinson Imagine (smut): First Time (requested by magcon-imagines-asfff)
You: hey babe
Sammy: what’s up, beautiful?
You: nm handsome just chillin at home alone.
Sammy: oh really? 😏
You: mmhm. Come over? I’m super bored.
Sammy: I’ll be over in 10.
You: someone’s eager.
You really are bored out of your mind. Your parents left a couple hours ago to drive up to the funeral of some person you had never met, so you decided not to go. You have the whole place to yourself for the next couple of days.
Just as promised, you hear a knock on the door ten minutes later. You jump up eagerly from the couch and open it, your heart fluttering at the site of your beyond gorgeous boyfriend standing in front of you, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, baby,” Sammy beams, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and lifting you up.
“Hi,” you laugh in response, giving Sammy a quick peck on the lips.
“Come in,” you continue as soon as Sammy puts you back down on the ground again. “I was just watching Sex in the City.”
“How about we act out sex in this house?” Sammy asks cheekily, flinging himself down next to you on the couch.
“Sammy!” You screech and hit him on the arm playfully.
“I’m kidding! Unless you want to, of course.”
You blush and look down at your toes.
“I don’t know, I’ve kinda been thinking about it,” you say shyly.
“Really?” You look up to see Sammy staring at you full of lust and disbelief. You hesitate to answer.
“I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to,” Sammy says tentatively.
“No, I do,” you respond, almost eagerly at the thought of it. “I really do.”
Sammy licks his lips and places his hand on your thigh.
“Okay, um… Do you want to go to your room?”
You blush even harder and nod. Sammy takes your hand in his and pulls you along into your room, closing and locking the door behind him. You sit down awkwardly on the bed and wait for Sammy to instruct you or something, however this works.
Sammy smiles down reassuringly at you and pulls his shirt over his head. You admire his toned body, feeling an unfamiliar tingling from between your thighs.
Sammy pushes you gently back onto the bed and climbs on top of you, connecting your lips briefly before beginning to suck and bite your neck. You let a couple moans escape as small sparks of pleasure wash over you.
Sammy begins grinding his hips into yours. You can feel your panties begin to soak as a small bulge forms underneath Sammy’s jeans. Your breathing picks up, your fingers running through Sammy’s hair and down his bare back. He backs off a bit, helping you pull your shirt up and over your head and then proceeds to removing his jeans and your sweatpants.
“You wouldn’t happen to have a condom, would you?” Sammy asks, suddenly hesitant.
“I’m on birth control,” you reply sweetly, smiling up at him.
“Nice,” Sammy chuckles, pecking your lips again.
You arch your back up and unhook your bra, throwing it across the room. Sammy’s hands roam across your chest, squeezing and kneading your breasts as he admires them with lustful eyes. He brings one breast to his mouth and begins licking and sucking on your nipple, causing a string of moans to escape from between your lips.
“Sammy, p-please,” you groan. “I can’t wait much longer.”
Sammy chuckles again and slips his hand into your soaking wet panties suddenly, rubbing the tip of his middle finger along your opening. You screech in pleasure as he flicks your clit, a smirk resting on his face. He is so damn sexy, you think to yourself.
“Sammy!” You moan, an unfamiliar knot building in your stomach. Sammy stops and pulls your panties down your legs, afterwards taking off his own boxers and positioning his hips in between your thighs. You admire his size with wide eyes.
“You’re absolutely sure you want to do this?” Sammy asks again, the concern evident in his features. You nod confidently in response.
“Okay, tell me to stop if it hurts too much, baby.”
“Okay,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes locked with Sammy’s and placing your hand on his shoulder. You don’t break eye contact as he slowly pushes into you, making you cringe as he stretches your walls.
“Are you okay?” Sammy asks, giving you a moment to adjust to his big size. You nod and urge him to continue. He slowly begins thrusting in and out of you, entwining his fingers with yours as you begin moaning, throwing your head back with pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re tight, baby,” Sammy pants, picking up the pace. You feel the knot in your stomach begin to become undone. You dig your nails into Sammy’s back as he groans in your ear, close to his own climax.
“I’m so close,” Sammy groans.
“I-I’m coming, Sammy, oh god,” you scream as the knot becomes undone, intense waves of pleasure taking over your body as your writhe against Sammy’s chest. You feel Sammy cum inside of you and then he collapses on top of you, breathing heavily. Both of you are exhausted.
“That was fucking amazing,” Sammy pants and rolls over, hugging you into his chest. He plants a kiss on your forehead and begins playing with your hair. You listen to his heartbeat gradually slow down.
“Was I okay for your first?” Sammy asks. You smile up at him and plant a passionate kiss on his lips.
Hey pal, ur prob on break and that's all good but would you happen to know any more context on that incredible hanzo voiceline that says " Your concern touches me" ? Haha I'm just so curious where it's from ty
i,,,,dont remember, honestly!!! @o@;;; it was such a long time ago,,,
i’m fairly sure I just found it in that huge honkin pile of audio files ripped from the game a year or so back
i dont remember it having any sort of specific context?? but it’s very likely it Does + i’ve forgotten, hahA,,,,,,,
An Open Letter to Pan-Holmesian Fandom: Elementary is Not Your Punch Line
I listen to a lot of podcasts these days. When I moved a few months ago, my commute went from being five minutes to being an hour and a half, one way. Since I spend a lot of time stuck in traffic, quietly (or, you know, not so quietly) hating that one driver who decides to go 5mph in a 35mph zone, I listen to podcasts, because they keep me focused on something other than my irritation at every other driver on the road. (Look, I’m not saying I have road rage. I’m saying I have perfectly understandable road frustration that might come across as wrathful.)
Given that my two big interests in life are theatre and Sherlock Holmes, I naturally listen to a lot of podcasts about those two subjects. And even then, it’s mostly Sherlock Holmes- I work in a theater almost every night and every weekend, sometimes I don’t want my volunteer job to follow me home! And while listening to podcasts (and reading lots of blogs, because my job isn’t always fast paced and I gotta entertain myself somehow), I’ve noticed a very frustrating trend among those that are pan-Holmesian, and that’s to bash Elementary at every opportunity they get.
this was the one I was talking about with the Paige situation justification. Peter’s still not a good guy, but I still liked it? Also, Stiles is agoraphobic, which seems like a legit reaction to seasons 1&2.
Spinning Gold: Stiles has to spin gold for King Gerard, and Peter helps. Kind of.
It’s omegaverse, which I have issue with, but it’s also a Rumpelstiltskin AU which I loved, so you should read it :D (Also, some threats of non-con re: arranged marriage, but from what I remember no actual non-con)
THIS WAS SO GOOD. Again, daddy kink no but it’s not a big part of the fic. Also, Peter was kind of OC, but so well written!!!
I Wasn’t Expecting You: Girl!Stiles gets arrested for assault, and Peter is suckered into acting as her Public Defender. TW: Past Sexual Assault
I love reading rape recovery fics, because I have issues, and I also love Peter PoV fics, so this was just a perfect storm and it’s great, but also triggering, so careful.
Get Off (Me): Stiles gets left behind because he’s a breakable human, and Peter is a perv. Most of the first chapters are structured as 5+1, but then it just kind of turns plotty.
So I love this one so much because of the Stiles/Peter relationship (I mean, duh, it’s KouriArashi), but it starts off a little dubcon, so head’s up. Also, there’s noncon at the end, some of it onscreen, but it’s not Stiles/Peter. My biggest beef with this is Scott’s characterization, but whatever.
Sympathy for the Devil: Stiles is living with the McCalls, Scott’s dad’s a dick, and he gets a job in the Long Term Care Ward. TW for child abuse and emotional abuse.
This one is amazing, even if the underage is a little more prevalent than I like. But like, even when he’s explicitly under 18, Stiles is always older in my head because Dylan O’Brien is my age, and I can’t separate that? But yes. Amazing.
Call My Name: Stiles and the Sheriff moved around after Claudia died because Stiles was having mental health issues, and end up moving back to Beacon Hills. But then he starts dreaming about a random dude who keeps asking for help.
I haven’t read this one in a while (and I only read it once, i think?) but I remember really liking it. Just, head’s up. It’s heavy because it’s full of feels.
– you were the chosen one! it was said that you would destroy the sith, not join them! you were to bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness! – i hate you! – you were my brother, anakin. i loved you.