you are his legacy

It’s quiet uptown, Alex dies, Eliza sings

There are moments that the words don’t reach
There’s a grief too powerful to name
You fight your tears back as well as you can
Once more burdened with the unimaginable!

The moments when your’re in so deep
It feels easier to just swim down
Eliza Hamilton moves uptown
Consumed again by the unimaginable!

I spend hours in his study
I pour over his words once more
And it’s quiet uptown
A quiet we both felt once before

I take my sister to church with the children
A sign of the cross at the door
And I pray…
I don’t know how I’m going to endure…

If you see her in the street, walking by herself,
Talking to herself, have pity!

Alexander, you liked it uptown!
It’s quiet uptown!

She is going through the unimaginable!
She stays up at night, sitting where he used to write
Taking in his words and the city!

Look around! Look around!
How lucky we are to be alive right now!!

Can you imagine?

ELIZA (Imagining Alexander beside her):
Look at where you are!
Look at where you started!
I really don’t know why I deserve you
But hear me out!
That would be enough!
If I could spare your life!
If I could trade your life for mine!
You’d be standing here right now
Your dreams alive
And that would be enough!

I don’t pretend to know
The struggles you were facing!
When you wrote that cursed pamphlet,
when you set your world ablaze.

But I’m not afraid!
I know who I married!
I’ll keep your legacy alive…
Could that be enough?

If you see her in his room
Reading to herself, sobbing to herself
Have pity!
She is going through the unimaginable!
See her sitting all alone, facing the unknown
Looking out at her husband’s city

Why did you write like you were running out of time?

She is going through the unimaginable!

There are moments that the words don’t reach
There’s a sadness too terrible to name
We find resolve as best as we can
To push away the unimaginable!
We are standing at his headstone
I am standing by Eliza’s side
She reads his words:

HAMILTON (voice):
This letter, my very dear Eliza, will not be delivered to you, unless I shall first have terminated my earthly career; to begin, as I humbly hope from redeeming grace and divine mercy, a happy immortality.

I need not tell you of the pangs I feel, from the idea of quitting you and exposing you to the anguish which I know you would feel.
Fly to the bosom of your God and be comforted. With my last idea; I shall cherish the sweet hope of meeting you in a better world.

Adieu best of wives and best of Women.
Ever yours


ELIZA: It’s quiet uptown!

His legacy…Can you imagine?
His legacy… Can you imagine?
If you see her in the street, walking by herself, talking to herself have pity…
She is going through the unimaginable!

MIght wanna grab some tissues, just like Lin, I made myself cry too

Here’s a link to the original song



(low key wants @linmanuel to see this, but is scared he’ll hate it)


Compilation doodles + Name explanations for the OC kids in the YOI Future!verse ABO AU

^ Literally the above, because I thought WAY too hard about these for legit months (the twins were conceived in my mind back in DECEMBER and Arisa in January >.>;;) and I want to rant about my reasoning for all of them. :P


IF YOU ARE NEW TO THIS AU: It’s Yuuri-centric polyamory in an ABO setting, Yuuri’s married to four mates (Victor, Yurio, Phichit, Minami) and the above are their kids.

BASICS of this AU

INTRO to how ABO works in this AU

OTHER POSTS (comics + illustrations) in the Future!Verse ABO section of my YOI Masterpost.


Please keep ship bashing out of the comments/tags. Don’t like, just skip <3 Thank you.




DISCLAIMER: I don’t know any Russian or Thai and my info comes from not-so-trustworthy Google-sensei though I did my best to triple check from multiple sources including non-English ^ ^; I am however native and fluent in both Japanese and English and also consulted a Japanese linguist regarding my kanji choices ^ ^; If I made any mistakes please be gentle, and also understanding that this is a low-stress self-indulgent near-crack AU >.>;;;

Onwards! vvv

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What Could Have Been

Imagine a DA:O where Duncan survives the battle of Ostagar, grieves for Cailan, and tells you stories of the man Loghain once was, his eyes darkening as he thinks of how far the Teyrn has fallen. 

Imagine him biting his tongue as Goldanna demands sovereigns from her “half brother,” knowing all the while that this woman holds no relation to Alistair, but still thinks they should help for the sake of her impoverished children.

Imagine getting to know more about him during fireside talks. He becomes a father to you, just as he has to Alistair. He tells you how sorry he is for conscripting you at the worst possible time, but eventually admits that he doesn’t know how he and Alistair could have done it without you. 

He still accompanies you and your ragtag gang of heroes on your adventures, but hangs back like an advisor, too wounded by the battle to run around like everyone else. Still, he waits at camp and weighs in on your decisions until he’s finally healed enough to attend the Landsmeet and face the Archdemon.

Instead, Morrigan offers no dark ritual this time. The Archdemon is nearly slain, and now you face a decision: either you, Alistair, or Duncan will have to make the final sacrifice.

And as you turn to Alistair with tears in your eyes to decide which one of you it will be, a fierce battlecry rings out above the chaos. 

He did it for you, his pride and legacy. For Alistair, the boy he once cradled in his arms. Duncan saves you both, saves Ferelden, and dies doing what he set out to do. 

In death, sacrifice.


…I realized the thing that was missing was you.


“He wasn’t my friend. He was my partner. My lover. I used to hate those words, but his father hated them more, so I grew to love them. Elliot’s father, you may have heard of him. Sir Laurence Bishop. No? He owns just about everything in the U.K., including his family. When we first met, Elliot was messing around with boys in the backrooms of bars, all the while dating appropriate women. Appropriate by his father’s standards because they were women. I didn’t mean to fall for him. I’d never fallen for anyone. You see, I’m quite surprised you haven’t heard of Sir Bishop because he’s a good old fresh and righteous Anglican who wanted his only son to be so, too. It’s his legacy. You see, we still believe in that kind of stuff where I’m from. But when he found out that Elliot and me were more than friends, he cut him off. Closed every door. Said if he wanted back, he had to come back a man and… Well, Elliot hadn’t worked a day in his life, so he had nothing. Well, he had nothing but me. And that lasted about three months, and then he was gone. I tried to see him, but I couldn’t find him. His family wouldn’t talk to me. I reached out to his sister, who tried, but they got to her, too, and he stopped returning my calls. So I stopped calling. A year goes by. In the mail, a wedding invitation. “Sir Laurence Bishop invites you to attend the wedding of his son.” And I think, “Is this a joke? Is someone trying to screw with me?”. Or maybe it was him, you know? Maybe it was a cry for help. But whatever it was, I didn’t answer.”

Now that Mark is getting into music...

can we all just say a silent prayer to whatever deity you believe in (if you’re atheist, just pick one for the purposes of this exercise) and ask that Markiplier be introduced to the musical genius of Lin-Manuel Miranda

some choice quotes from band camp 2k16

“There are a ton of French horns here.” “One of my friends plays French horn.” “I’m sorry.”

“Like, what was the guy who invented bagpipes REALLY trying to do?”

“I want everyone to go around the circle and say why they signed up for this improv class.” “Well our jazz band’s bass trombonist just graduated and I want to rise up and crush his legacy.”

“To play tuba you need to breath like a fat German man.”

“There are 7 bassoons. Why are there so many? There should be, like, -1 bassoons.”

*talks to a pinwheel* “It’s laughing at you because you aren’t playing with enough air.”

“Dude, this sousaphone is bigger than your future.”

“Hey kids wanna buy some reeds?”

*teaches the entire trombone section the When Mama Isn’t Home song*

“This is a church piece, not like hamburgers and brats.”

*entire tuba section stands in a circle and discusses astrophysics when they should be warming up*

“DUDE a bassoon would make a SWEET bong!”

*attempts to use a lightsaber as a mute*

“Alright, tubas, just blow into your mouthpiece.” *literally every tuba player just screams into their mouthpiece*

*percussion director keeps using the word “lit”*

“Dude, you look like you’re going to go mug someone, but like… A classy mugging.”

*tuba counsellor pulls all the tubas off to the side to take a pre-concert selfie while on stage*

Burned: Arrow 5x15 Review (Fighting Fire with Fire)

So sorry my friends! I have slept. I am medicated. Thus I can write.

Oh Episode 15. You have become the season nemesis. The pebble in our proverbial audience shoe. The yucky chocolate filling in the otherwise yummy chocolate box.

Arrow has begun a tradition over the past three seasons. The 15th episode is filled with a whole lot of suck. I’m excluding 1x15 and 2x15 because I happened to really enjoy those episodes, but 5x15 can go sit in the corner with 3x15 and 4x15. Now, is it Felicity banging Palmer level? 

Or Felicity breaking up with Oliver level? 

Eh. Depends on your perspective. Those were very low lows. Maybe I’ll just leave 5x15 on par with those episodes.

The good news is, 3x15 and 4x15 were a bottoming out of sorts. We said to ourselves, “Arrow can’t get much crappier that this!” and, for the most part, we were right. There was an upswing as Arrow headed into the back half of the season.

Why is it like this? I don’t know. Arrow hits this wall around the 11-15 range almost every single season. There’s a lull and we run into a series of episodes we could seriously do without. 

I don’t think Arrow intends to write a crappy episode. I think they try very hard to make excellent TV every week. The problem is the 23 episode season, and maybe this is why I’m a big “smeh.” I fully expect a third crap, a third good, and a third excellent every season. Typically, that’s what I get. So, I toss this episode into my one third crap pile, grab another bag of chips and write the review.

Cause we gots to talk about why "Fighting Fire with Fire” was a whole lotta suck. We shall address the suck with a copious amounts of gifs, because I’m in. I’m not changing the channel. I’m too invested. You jump I jump Arrow

So, when eps like these come along, I just have to laugh, vent, and have some fun with it. But never fear! I do see rainbows on the horizon. There’s yummy chocolate in this box somewhere. 

Let’s dig in…

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“Loyal to the end, Bradley maintains his belief that Flynn is not missing, and is instead pursuing his dream of ‘a digital frontier to reshape the human condition’.”

TRONfest 2017
Day 3: Favorite Male Character // Alan T. Bradley

Son of a Bitch

Pairing: Dean x Reader, kind of

Word Count: 2,774

Warnings: angst, major character death, drinking, drunk!Dean, blood, mildly graphic description of death and dead bodies

A/N: Written for @babypieandwhiskey‘s Cam’s Creative Birthday Challenge. My song was S.O.B. by Daniel Rateliff and The Night Sweats. I did not plan on this getting so angsty but apparently that’s all I can do. Please don’t hate me *runs and hides*

Beta: @torn-and-frayed

Originally posted by ehghtyseven

“Son of a bitch…” Dean grumbled, rolling over in the creaky motel bed. Sam chuckled from across the room where he was sipping his Gatorade, post-run. “What’s so damn funny?”

“Uh… you.” Sam grinned. “Get in a fight last night or somethin’?”

“Fuck off.” Dean peeled himself off the mattress and headed for the bathroom. Splashing water on his face, he looked into the mirror. Dark circles fell under his reddened eyes as he squinted against the harsh florescent light. Scanning over the rest of his face, he noticed little red speckles and a line of brown, dried blood running down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Rubbing his temples and letting his eyelids fall closed, Dean’s mind flashed back to the night before.

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anonymous asked:

does may ever smile?


Arabella: Tris?
Tristan: Why does she hate me?
Arabella: She doesn’t hate you… you’re just not home as much as me, that’s all. You know she loves you.
Tristan: It’s not my fault if my shitty job requires me to go outside.
Arabella: Oh Tris! What do you say Boo? Do we want to be nice with dad?
Brynn: Dady!