southern mother

Frozen is the first movie to show depressed charact-

Frozen is the first movie to be about an outcast-

Frozen is the first movie with magic-

Frozen is the first movie with a dysfunctional fam-

Frozen is the first to not have love at first sight-

Frozen is the first Disney movie to teach girls they don’t need to be saved by-

Frozen is the first movie where the princess isn’t only focused on marrying a prince-


Frozen is the first-

i found this post in my drafts and have ZERO memory of writing it (thank u alcohol) so im gonna put it in my queue lol
  • ok but imagine 
  • Bitty comes out to his parents but he doesn’t tell them about Jack, thinks it’s for the best, maybe to ease his parents into things or maybe to keep the pool of People Who Know as small as possible 
  • and like yeah Ransom and Holster are super oblivious but Suzanne Bittle is not, not when it comes to her son, because she is a certified Nosy Southern Mother and she can see he’s been acting differently, happier but quieter, always on his phone and blushing when she asks about boys
  • and he talks about the team a LOT 
  • Jack’s one of his best friends and he’s just started his NHL career, so of course Bitty’s never gonna shut up about Jack
  • (Same goes for Shitty and law school. And eventually Ransom and med school. Dicky is proud of his friends and wants everyone to know. He gets that trait from Suzanne, she understands)
  • but he keeps talking about this one Boy, how sweet he is and how his smile is like a sack of puppies and how bitty’s always making this boy do things with him like baking and getting froyo and going shopping and Suzanne is like. Yes. This must be Dicky’s secret boyfriend. 
  •  the next family weekend or whatever, Suzanne demands to meet this Chowder boy who’s stolen Bitty’s heart
  • Bitty is both confused and mortified

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Washington On Your Side
Workshop Cast
Washington On Your Side

Alright, so I just recently listened to this and holy shit, I cannot believe that this was not posted anywhere else??? God this is a work of art and here’s why:

  • “This bitch is askin’ for someone to bring him to task, Somebody gimme some dirt on this asshole so we can at last unmask him”  Damn TJeffs!!!! I just love how angry this dude gets!!!!
  • “He likes taxes so much, can we enact an asshole tax?” Okay, straight up, JMads whole verse is incredible. He starts of talking about how A.Ham and him started off as colleagues and worked together for the same issues, however, after working with him for a while, he realizes that A.Ham is wildly dangerous and seems to get his way most of the time, hence the title of the song. This is why I low-key always thought that JMads hates A.Ham slightly more than TJeffs.
  • “Let’s lower his stack in the eyes of the nation. With misinformation, first we diminish him, then we finish him!”  Honestly, one of the great parts of the song. The rumors they spread! WHAT A DAMN MESS!!!!!
  • “I HEAR HE’S GEORGE WASHINGTON’S ILLEGITIMATE SON!” My damn senior quote!!!!!!!!! I literally shouted the first time I heard this, OMG!!! HOW WAS THIS NOT PART OF THE PLAY HOLY SHIT
  • “He wants to abolish slavery.” “That one’s actually true.”  “NO”
  • I especially love how it is mostly a TJeffs and JMads song. Like no one else is it, but our favorite Southern Mother-Fucking Democratic-Republicans!  This such a great song and I seriously think this is one of the greatest songs ever produced in the entire musical.
Some important things from Hamilton last night

-after Its Quiet Uptown, Madison enters crying with a handkerchief and desperately responds “please” when Jefferson says “can we get back to politics”
-James Monroe Iglehart DABBED during The Reynolds Pamphlet
-Brian D'arcy James as King George. That’s it.
-Anthony Lee Medina’s dancing as John Laurens. So many body rolls.
-“I’m a general WHEEEEEE”
-During the line “I’ve been chosen for the constitutional convention” Jevon McFerrin started off very serious but then slipped into a happy dance at the end
-Thayne’s voice/accent as Samuel Seabury
-The lighting design was AMAZING
-“Southern mother fucking DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS”
-Anthony Lee Medina playing 9 year old Phillip
-The symbolism in the choreography
-The whole show

AP Gov college board exam tomorrow

Hamilton, don’t fail me now. This is what we’ve been training for!

MUSINGS FROM MY MAMA.........

After stepping away from the circus today, I thought I would share a funny story that happened at lunch with my Mom, and a few friends. I can tell you that between all the laughing last week, and again today….I should have killers abs by summer!

Anyway, ya’ll know that I am from the south, and my Mother is a very southern mother. She really frowns upon swearing, and side-eyes me ( even at 54!), when I use disparaging words like idiot, which I use quite often. I asked her once what she calls these people and without batting an eyelash said “Dear…those people are misguided and a little dim-witted and cannot help it. It really is sad to be in that condition”. Southern smackdown at its finest!!

Two of my best friends joined us ( they are OL & SC fans, and are very into TW and IG), and we started talking about the show. My mother does not watch OL because she refuses to pay for a cable channel! Anyway, I told them about the new GF, and they were all WTF…complete with Mom’s side-eye! One pulled up the latest pics on the trusty I-Phone, and let’s just say they called BS immediately. One then proceeded to pull up the T2 pics and said “didn’t they just go to this?….to which I replied yes. Enter Mom…stage left.

She said, and I quote about Sam and Cait…."They are a lovely couple, and seem very much in love, even though her dress was a little tight ”….sigh. We then showed her the Piaget event, to which she frowned and said “Bless her heart…she is trying really hard isn’t she? To which we replied what do you mean, and Mama said…"Well, it looks like she is trying to get his attention by wearing that horrible outfit ( of course, she was appalled that it was white since we haven’t passed Easter yet), and said ” that man was nice enough to take a picture with her, now he needs to find that pretty wife and go home".

When I told her that it looks like he may be now dating her, my Mama did not miss a beat. She frowned at us, picked up her iced tea and said…“Well…he is an idiot”.

Here’s to the wonderful wisdom of my sweet Mama, who just proved that even people who are not on the ship, or even average fans see what we see! Ship on sweet shipsters! 🙇😍❤

So much of Tundra memory relies on scent, and I imagine Tundra’s sense of smell is so strong that it has a lot of social implications that other dragons wouldn’t think of. Every dragon has their own smell, of course, but it’s always lined with something else, the scent of family, the scent of bloodline, the scent of elemental heritage. A tundra born in the Southern Isles but whose mother came from the Ashfall Waste might still carry a fine underlying scent of brimstone, or charcoal. There’s a lot of information carried in all that, and it’s left for the sniffer to interpret and sort out- what smells like the bloodline of a friend to one may be the bloodline of an enemy to another, it’s all relative. But it’s all there.

So now, imagine the horror of encountering a dragon with no blood-scent. No clan, no family, no distinctive smell. They smell of nothing, or maybe, only of themselves, only of the magic that birthed them. Imagine what an uncanny valley that would be, someone who is, as far as Tundra are concerned, missing an integral part of themselves. It would be like walking up to someone and discovering they had no ears, and no holes where ears should be, just smooth skull. Creepy, unsettling, wrong. A dragon without a clan-scent is a dragon with no history, not to be trusted- it might not be a dragon at all.

Random favorite one-liners from Hamilton cause I’m trash

“I’m a general, wheeeeee!”

“Southern mother fuckin democratic republicans!”

“Sit down John, you fat mother f*****!”

“Everything’s legal in New Jersey”

“Never gonna be president now, never gonna be president now…”

“I’m a trust fund baby you can trust me”

“John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyway”

“Hey.” “Hey.” “Hey.” “Hey.” “Hey.” “Hey.” 

for whatever reason, I always picture Tim and Darry as like southern mothers idek like darry’s yelling at his brothers that if they don’t eat their vegetables they can’t have pie and tim’s like waving a wooden spoon around and threatening to wash curly’s mouth out

Open letter to the Bible Belt South

I am from Mississippi. I was born in Florida. Raised all over the country but Mississippi was always the place I came back to. It was my mother’s birthplace. It was the consistent home that I knew had welcoming arms and delicious gumbo. It was the place where I first fell in love and first felt grief. It is my home. 

My mother was very southern. She had a Confederate flag hanging in her car to prove her pride. But one day, one of her black friends turned to her and explained to her what the flag meant to the black people in this country. My mom immediately took it down. That day, my mother chose love over pride. 

I am confused as to why the South that I love so much cannot make that same decision. Over and over again, I see people argue that the Confederate flag stands for “values.” I don’t know what values you are referring to but you better not be insinuating that those values reflect on my Jesus. 

A few years ago, I took the time to read the entire Bible, cover to cover. Throughout that journey, I discovered that one of the most consistent messages in the Bible is God’s stance on pride versus love. Throughout the New and Old Testament, God actively condemns the proud who refuse to recognize the needs of those different than them, those who, by the harsh blows of this world and our societies, were dealt a hard hand. In the Old Testament, God levels the Israelites time and time again for this sin of pride over love. He adamantly calls His people to break their hardened hearts and help others.  In the New Testament, Jesus calls the Pharisees snakes. 

Okay, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Jesus is a really nice guy. So if He’s going to come out and tell someone who chooses pride over loving their neighbor pretty nasty names, I’m gonna listen and probably take notes. 

By choosing to remain prideful behind a flag that for so many people causes so much pain and inequity in this country, you are not choosing the simple act of love. So don’t say that your flag represents my Jesus. Don’t even say that your flag represents my South. My South is place of friendly neighbors and sweet tea. It is a place of real gentlemen, a good story and a hearty welcome. It is not a place that holds onto symbols of hatred. Keep your flag. The only emblem I will stand behind is the cross. 

Night on the town, part 8

Pairing: Leonard McCoy x Reader

Word Count: 2954

Warning: Angst

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

One could have heard a pin drop in the silence after Leonard spoke.  He looked up at you expectantly as it took you a moment to process how everything had just happened.  Your mouth hung open a second just before a bright grin appeared.  Nodding and screaming “yes”, you wrapped your arms around his neck.  Everyone gathered cheered and clapped.  You could hear Jim hooting and whistling behind where you stood, but you were busy kissing Leonard.  He pulled back to look at you with the biggest smile you had ever seen on his face.

“You really mean it?” You answered with a quiet laugh and a nod.

“Yes.  I want to marry you, Leonard.”  He kissed you again in his excitement, while the group around you had started to disperse.  While they were all happy for you, they wanted to start their leaves.  Leonard slipped his arm around your waist holding you tightly to his side.  As you descended from the docking ramp he kissed your forehead pulling his bag over his free shoulder.  He did not want to let you too far from him.  Both of you smiling like fools in your shared happiness.  “I can’t believe you have been hiding that from me, Leonard. I was starting to worry.”

“You have nothing to worry about darlin’.  I would have asked you to marry me that first night if I wouldn’t have scared you away. You took my breath away from the first time I saw you in that bar turning Jim down for a dance.  I feel like the luckiest man alive right now, [Y/N].”  Just by the look on his face, you knew he meant every word.  

The shuttle ride to Georgia was pleasant other than Leonard and his flight anxiety.  One would think that after all the time he spent on the Enterprise that his anxiety would have decreased.  With larger ships, it had gotten better, but he was about to crawl out of his skin with a smaller craft.  Several times you had to kiss him to distract him before he tried breaking out one of the windows and jumping out.  By the time the shuttle landed he ran out of the doors first breathing deeply.  “Bout damn time, thought that thing was never going to land.”  

You laughed as left the shuttle, both bags in your arms.  “Leonard, what am I going to do with you?”  

He looked over at you with a smirk, “I can think of a few things but we better not be late or Momma will be after us both.”  Leonard grabbed both bags leading you towards the exit.  The ride to the McCoy home was beautiful.  Georgia was so green and pretty.  You could not stop smiling as you stared out the window.  When you pulled up to the old southern home his mother was standing on the porch waiting.  Her salt and pepper hair was pulled up into a loose bun on top of her head with tendrils falling down around her face.  Her light blue dress moved with the Georgia breeze.

“Well look at you two. You are a sight, that’s for sure. Leonard hun you get up here and give me a hug.”  He smiled as he embraced his mother tight.

“It’s good to see you, momma. We are glad to be here.  This is my… well my fiancée now, [Y/N].  [Y/N] this is my mother, Margaret.”  You held out your hand to her but she grabbed it and pulled you into a tight hug.

“We hug here, my dear. Especially if you are going to be a McCoy.  I’m so happy. Leonard, you sure picked a pretty one, smart too.  Another doctor.  I hope that means you will be givin’ me more smart grandbabies.”  Blushing brightly, you wiped the hair out of your face. “Come on you two, I got dinner waiting on ya.”  

You couldn’t remember the last time you had a home cooked meal.  It was wonderful and felt like a family.  Margaret asked many questions of you.  She wanted to know all about the woman who was going to be her new daughter in law.  There was a lot of laughter as all three of you told stories and jokes.  It was wonderful hearing how Leonard was a child. Before the mess that his ex-wife had created within him.  Joanna was due to arrive in two days much to the happiness of Leonard and Margaret. Jocelyn kept Joanna away from her grandmother as much as she did her father.

While you were nervous to meet Joanna, you were also excited for Leonard.  He talked about her all the time and missed her terribly.  He was just as excited to see her as he was to get engaged.  Bringing together the three most important people together made him happier than you had ever seen.  Not once did he sound out of sorts as he had often on the Enterprise.  Leonard was home.

After two helpings, a piece, of peach cobbler, you and Leonard finally were able to go to sleep. Both of you completely exhausted had slept well into the morning until the aroma of fresh coffee woke you.  You pulled on loose shorts and a tee shirt, something you had not worn in ages.  Real clothes, not just uniforms.  Leonard was still sleeping like the dead, so you left him to follow the delicious scent.  Margaret was there reading, a cup of coffee sitting beside her.  “Morning dear.  Want a cup and some breakfast?”  Nodding you took a seat at the table.  

“Thank you.  Want a hand?”

“Oh no, you sit and rest. You and my boy there I know work too hard.  Enjoy your time off.   I like having people to cook for.”  She reminded you a lot of your grandmother.  Her and your grandfather had raised you since you were a baby after both your parents were killed during a battle with the Klingons.  You talked for a while about your life in Maine and about the family you had left.  It was easy to talk to her, that must be where Leonard got it from.  Margaret was a good listener and knew how to draw people out of their shells.  Just like she was now with you.

Leonard finally woke a couple hours later starving and ready to start the day.  He ate the large plate of food his mother made him then brought you on a hike to show you his home.  The woods and the trees were bright and peaceful with the river that ran the back edge of the forest.  You sat there together for a while enjoying the quiet.  The river was cool as you walked the edge with your bare feet.  You found several pretty water smoothed stones that you picked up as Leonard watched from the shoreline laughing quietly. “More rocks for your collection?”

“Yes, actually.  I need to make sure my bags are nice and heavy for you to lug back to the ship.”  He laughed louder leaning back on his hands, his legs out in front of him.

“I knew it!  I knew you loaded those bags with rocks.”  Picking up the three you liked most you ran back to him throwing yourself into his lap.  A sweet kiss turned into something much more.  Before too long you were both screaming out the others names as your bodies moved together in ecstasy.  As you put your clothes back on Leonard could not take his eyes off you. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“We get to spend the rest of our lives together.  Don’t forget that.”  The rest of the day and into the next you soaked up as much time as you could together. Later in the evening, Joanna arrived with her mother.  Jocelyn did not stay long and she barely looked at you other than to give you a look of irritation.  Joanna was sweet and was genuinely happy to be with her father and grandmother.  You could understand her shyness towards you as being a new person.  You tried to stay out of their way as they all bonded.  Leonard would bring you into the conversation and after a little while, Joanna would start to talk more to you.  

Leonard had asked to wait to tell Joanna about the engagement.  He wanted the time to spend with her then let her know the good news. It was easy to understand his motives. He did not want to throw such an important thing on her right away.  The next few days were spent letting Leonard and Margaret get to know who Joanna was now. You stayed on the sidelines for most of it.  Watching and supporting them as you could.  Though it felt like you were being pushed further to the sides with every passing hour.  By the third day, you had barely spoken to Leonard the whole day.  Joanna wanted to go swimming and begged Leonard for just “daddy/daughter time” down at the river.  You encouraged them to go on that you were tired and wanted to nap.

It was not a lie.  You were exhausted from the constant busy days and honestly from the emotions that were starting to arise.  There were no longer conversations with Joanna and you. Anytime you would speak to her, the answers were short bordering on curt.  At first, you tried to pass it off as shyness but at the end of the week, she had progressed to completely to ignoring you.  Leonard noticed but until you said something to him he had not mentioned it.

“She has been through a lot since the divorce.  Joanna is a sweet kid she is just trying to figure things out.  I know it will get better.  Give it time, okay?”  You sighed but agreed.  There was nothing left in you to argue.  So you let it be, going out of your way to be as nice as possible to her and stay out of her way.  It did not get better, quite the contrary it got much worse.  Joanna became much more upset anytime you would talk to Leonard and would inject herself into all your conversations trying to take his attention off you and direct it back to her.  

You were crying alone in the bedroom when Leonard came in.  Trying to keep him from seeing you, wiped your face and sat up to look over at him. “Darlin’ what’s the matter?”

“Nothing… I’m all right, just tired.”  Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position on the bed.

“Look I know she is being a little difficult.  I’m sorry it will get better.  We should probably wait on telling her about the engagement just a little while longer. We don’t want to upset her and I just want to spend the time with my baby girl.  It’s been so long.”   You felt awful inside, here you were taking time away from Leonard and Joanna.  

“Go spend the time with her Leonard.  I know we don’t have much time left here.  It’s fine.  I promise.” He smiled, kissing your forehead before going off to find her.  The next day Joanna was sitting at the table with Leonard and her grandmother having lemonade.  Margaret offered you a glass which you happily accept, taking a seat in between her and Joanna.  As you sat Joanna got up and walked out the door grumbling “I don’t want to sit next to her.”

Leonard looked at you and the tears in your eyes, confused.  “[Y/N], did you say something or do something that upset her?  I don’t understand why she is acting like this.” His question completely floored you.

“Leonard, I have barely spoken to her.  She ignores me if I am anywhere around.”  The tears turned into crying.  He honestly thought you had done something to upset his daughter.  “You know what, it doesn’t matter.  I am not feeling well.  I am going to go lay down.”  He did not try to stop you nor did he try to say another word.   He merely watched you retreat back up to the bedroom.  You fell asleep crying late into the night.  When you woke the next morning you noticed the bed was cold.  Leonard never came to bed.

You had a feeling he slept down on the couch and did not want to disturb him or anyone else.  The kitchen was empty and quiet.  So you poured yourself a cup of coffee and went to sit on the front porch watching the sun come up.  So many thoughts were running through your mind and you were unsure how to fix any of it.  Lost in your own thoughts you did not hear Joanna walkup.

“You need to go away.” The little voice startled you, so much that you did not hear what she said.

“I’m sorry?”  You looked over to her as you set the mug down. Looking more upset she crossed her arms in front of her.

“You need to go away and leave my dad alone.  He doesn’t need you.”  It felt like a slap in the face.  You weren’t sure how to respond.  “Just go away.  I don’t want you here and I don’t want you marrying my dad.”

“Joanna I don’t understand. I haven’t done anything to you.  I very much want to get along with you.  Your dad loves you so much and I love him.”  You tried to reason with her, but you could see in her eyes it was not going to work.

“You aren’t my mom and I don’t want you to be.  I hate you and I will tell my dad you hurt me if you don’t leave.  You know he will believe me over you.”  She laid it all out.  For eleven years old she was smart and knew the art of blackmail already.  The sad part was she was completely right, Leonard would believe every word she said.  He had already accused you of upsetting Joanna before without a thought to how well he knew you.  She stood there staring at you with anger and hate all over her face and it broke your heart. You sniffed as the tears fell, getting up from the chair you walked past her without another look.

There were not much of your belongings to pack.  You had only brought one bag with you, so you were done within ten minutes.  Leonard walked in as you zipped up the bag, looking as though he just woke up with the unshaven face and hair going every which way. “What are you doing?  You going somewhere?”

You had dreaded this conversation but knew you had to do it before you left.  “I’m going to Maine.  See my grandfather before leave is over and I have to decide what I am going to do after that.”

“You’re going without me? We aren’t supposed to go for another few days [Y/N].  What’s going on?”  The tears were back though you did not stop them this time.

“I need to go Leonard. I shouldn’t be here.  Your daughter despises me and you already think I did something to upset her.  I can’t stand in between you and her.”  He walked up to you grabbing your arm lightly.

“You aren’t leaving. I love you.  We will figure something out.  I’ll talk to Joanna, make her see how amazing you are.  I’ll fix it.“ Leonard looked desperate.  You shook your head, looking up at him.

“Who would you believe if Joanna said I hurt her?”  Leonard paused looking down at you, turning the question in his mind.  The conflict in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.  You leaned up to kiss his cheek.  “This has been the best time of my life with you.  Goodbye Leonard.”  Once again he did not try to stop you.  He sat on the bed and cried.

The shuttle trip to Maine was difficult.  Between you crying, and the turbulent ride you were sick to your stomach by the time you landed.  Your grandfather met you as you arrived and refrained from asking questions when he saw your pale complexion.  He merely hugged you close and ushered towards the car.  Once you had gotten into the house and you brought your bag upstairs to your old room.  He hadn’t changed it since you left for medical school all those years ago. Overwhelming exhaustion hit, forcing you to curl up in bed.  You pulled your old stuffed animal close and fell asleep.

When you woke up hours later you were starving and desperately needed a big glass of tea.  Grandpa had made dinner, your favorite scallops, and pasta. He watched you inhale the meal without a word.  Once you finished your second plate and two glasses of tea he finally broke the silence.

“You going to tell me what’s going on, my girl?  Why are you here and your young man isn’t?”  Setting the glass down you looked at him, giving him a sad smile.  The story just fell out of your mouth in a rush.  Every painful detail came out that you had bottled up since Joanna had first arrived. Everything up until you arrived here alone.  Now there was so much more to think about.  “You don’t know what you want to do now, do you?”  

“No grandpa, I don’t. I don’t know if I can go back to the Enterprise when leave is over.  Especially now.”  He looked confused.

“What do you mean, especially now?”  Leaning back in the chair you picked at the food that was left on your plate.

“I’m pregnant, grandpa.”

Part 9

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my favorite genius rhymes in hamilton

“lock up ya daughters and horses, of course it’s hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets

“now i’m the model of a modern major general, the venerated Virginian veteran whose men are all

“nathaniel green and henry knox wanted to hire you…” “to be their secretary? i don’t think so.” “why’re you upset?”

“yo if you could marry a sister, you’re rich son.” “is it a question of if, burr, or which one?”

“the conversation lasted two minutes, maybe three minutes, ev’rything we say in total agreement

“’cause i’m the oldest and the wittiest and the gossip in new york city is insidious

“but i’m afraid it’s unlawful sir” “she’s married to a british officer”

“we will fight up close, seize the moment and stay in it. it’s either that or meet the business end of a bayonet

“this colony’s economy’s increasingly stalling and honestly that’s why public service seems to be calling me”

“now for a strong central democracy if not then i’ll be socrates throwing verbal rocks at these mediocrities

“washington’s the president. ev’ry american experiment sets a precedent

“this financial plan is an outrageous demand and it’s too many damn pages for any man to understand”

“half dressed, apologetic. a mess, she looked pathetic

“maybe we can solve one problem with another, and win a victory for the southerners, in other words-”

“the president is gonna bring the nation to the brink of meddling in the middle of a military mess, a game of chess where france is queen and kingless”

“somebody gimme some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can last unmask him”

“so he’s doubled the size of the government. wasn’t the trouble with much of our previous government size?”

“i’m in the cabinet i am complicit in watching him grabbin’ at power and kiss it. if washington isn’t gon’ listen to disciplined dissidents, this is the difference. this kid is out!”

“let’s show these federalists who they’re up against! southern mother-fuckin’ democratic-republicans!”

“as you can see i kept a record of every check in my checkered history. check it again against your list ‘n see consistency

“but what if he decides to shoot? then i’m a goner” “no. he’ll follow suit if he’s truly a man of honor

“ask him a question: it glances off, he obfuscates, he dances” “and they say i’m a francophile: at least they know i know where france is

“america, you great unfinished symphony, you sent for me. you let me make a difference. a place where even orphan immigrants can leave their fingerprints

Favorite part(s) of each song in Hamilton
  • <b> Alexander Hamilton:</b> "TIIIIIIIIME OHHHHHH"<p><b>Aaron Burr, Sir:</b> Revolutionary Bros™<p><b>My Shot:</b> "I'm PAST patiently waiting I'm PASSionately SMASHin every expectATION every ACTion's an ACT of creATIon"<p><b>Story of Tonight:</b> "Raise a glass to the four of us, tomorrow there'll be more of us"<p><b>Schuyler Sisters:</b> Angelica SLAYING Burr<p><b>Farmer Refuted:</b> "My dog speaks more eloquently than thee"<p><b>You'll Be Back:</b> "I will kill your friends and family... To remind you of my love"<p><b>Right Hand Man:</b> "I HAVE SOME FRIENDS: LAURENS, MULLIGAN, MARQUIS DE LAFAYETTE OKAY WHAT ELSE"<p><b>Winter's Ball:</b> "Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Hey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)<p><b>Helpless:</b> " I'm just saying if you really loved me you would share him" "HA!"<p><b>Satisfied:</b> " To your UUUUUUNIOOOOOOOON and the hope that you PROVIIIIIIIIIIDE"<p><b>Story of Tonight (Reprise):</b> "oh shit..."<p><b>Wait For It:</b> EVERYTHING THIS SONG IS A MASTERPIECE<p><b>Stay Alive:</b> "I'M A GENERAL, WHEEEEE!!" + "Chikaplow!"<p><b>Ten Duel Commandments:</b> "Okay so we're doing this"<p><b>Meet Me Inside:</b> "Son" "I'm notcha son"<p><b>That Would Be Enough:</b> "Let me be a part of the narrative in the story they will write someday. Let this moment be the first chapter where you decide to stay"<p><b>Guns and Ships:</b> Lafayette TAKIN THIS HORSE BY THE REINS MAKIN REDCOATS REDDER WITH BLOODSTAINS<p><b>HHIEOY:</b> "You have no control who lives, who dies, who tells your story"<p><b>Yorktown:</b> Tbh this whole song is so lit<p><b>What Comes Next:</b> "Awesome! Wow!"<p><b>Dear Theodosia:</b> "I'm dedicating every day to you"<p><b>Non-Stop:</b> "Yo who the f is this?" + "Lesgo"<p><b>What'd I Miss:</b> "Where have you been?" "Umm France?"<p><b>Cabinet Battle #1:</b> "Thomas, that was a real nice declaration. Welcome to the present, we're running a real nation. Would you like to join us? Or stay mellow doing whatever the hell it is you do in Monticello?"<p><b>Take A Break:</b> Philip rapping while Eliza beatboxes + "ALEXAAAAANDERR" "Hi."<p><b>Say No To This:</b> "Stayyy" "Heyyy" + "Fuuuuuuu"<p><b>TRWIH:</b> "My god! In god we trust but we'll never really know what got discusses. Click-boom then it happened"<p><b>Schuyler Defeated:</b> That subtle key-change tho<p><b>Cabinet Battle #2:</b> "... France" + "You must be outta your GOD DAMN MIND"<p><b>Washington On Your Side:</b> Madison's diction +"SOUTHERN MOTHER FUCKING DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS"<p><b>One Last Time:</b> "George Washington's going hoooooome"<p><b>I Know Him:</b> "They will tear each other into pieces Jesus Christ this will be fun!"<p><b>Adams Administration:</b> "Sit down John YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKSTICK"<p><b>We Know:</b> "You see that was my wife who you decided to" "WAAAAAAT?"<p><b>Hurricane:</b> "I wrote my way out of hell, I wrote my way to revolution, I was louder than the crack of the bell"<p><b>Reynolds Pamphlet:</b> Angelica ROASTING Hamilton<p><b>Burn:</b> "You forfeit all rights to my heart, you forfeit your place in out bed, you sleep in your office instead, with memories of when you were mine"<p><b>Blow Us All Away:</b> "How bout when I get back we all strip down to our socks?" + "My name is Philip. I am a poet. And I'm a little nervous but I can't show it"<p><b>Stay Alive (Reprise):</b> "Is he breathing? Is he going to survive this? Who did Alexander did yoU KNOW?!"<p><b>It's Quiet Uptown:</b> "You hold your child as tight as you can and push away the unimaginable"<p><b>Election of 1800:</b> "Jefferson has beliefs. Burr has none."<p><b>Your Obedient Servant:</b> "Here's an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements" "Sweet Jesus"<p><b>BOW+BOW:</b> Eliza being a perfect cinnamon roll who deserved so much better<p><b>The World Was Wide Enough:</b> "THIS MAN WILL NOT MAKE AN ORPHAN OF MY DAUGHTER" + Alex's monologue + "He aims his pistol at the skY WAIT!"<p><b>WLWDWTYS:</b> Eliza.<p>

anonymous asked:

Why are you like this

I grew up on a small pineapple farm in southern Iceland. My mother was a housemaid and my father was a professional Donkey Kong impersonator. I left home at 16 because I just couldn’t listen to the DK rap anymore. That’s when I found my true calling, shrieking at pedestrians from the rooftops of 7-11. I started booking gigs in drag and even made a few records. My name is Björk and this is my story.