you're not alexander

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: If Lin-Manuel Miranda wins an Oscar for the soundtrack of Moana, it will make him one of three EGOT winners to also win a Pulitzer in history, one of whom is Richard Rodgers, whose name is on the theater where both his first ever Broadway show and the show that catapulted him into superstardom opened.
my mom's comments on every act 1 hamilton song
  • Alexander Hamilton: this is about Alexander Hamilton I'm guessing
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: Stay away from that Hercules boy (me: mom he died a long time ago) still
  • My Shot: is this a drinking song or a song about guns (me: both)
  • The Story of Tonight: they're drunk
  • The Schuyler Sisters: id hate to be Peggy
  • Farmer Refuted: sea furry has a good voice (me: thayne jasperson?) yeah that guy
  • You'll Be Back: he's acting like he and the colonies are a couple (me: that's the point) oh
  • Right Hand Man: is this Thomas Jefferson
  • A Winter's Ball: don't hang out with these boys
  • Helpless: this is cute aww
  • Satisfied: "you strike me as a woman who has never been satisfied" is this a sexual innuendo
  • The Story of Tonight Reprise: they're very drunk now
  • Wait For It: wow. (Me: yeah pretty much)
  • Stay Alive: wait so he's at war now? "Alexander you're the closest friend I've got" they are in like two scenes together why are they so close
  • Ten Duel Commandments: why are they fighting each other is this war
  • Meet Me Inside: he's mad
  • That Would Be Enough: "how long have you known" known what?? (Me: she's pregnant) she cheated on him????
  • Guns and Ships: he talks fast
  • History Has It's Eyes On You: intense
  • Yorktown: did they win? (Me: yeah) ok
  • What Comes Next: ok so they broke up now?
  • Dear Theodosia: *tears up* I wish I loved you that much
  • NonStop: why is he non stop now I thought that he was going to spend time with his son (me: john laurens died) so?
  • John: Thanks, Alex. You're the best
  • Alexander: No problem, anytime
  • *Alexander and John hug*
  • Lafayette: *watching from afar behind a bush with binoculars* Now....kiss

anonymous asked:

Eliza actually had a crush on john andre while she and ham were to be marr i e d so kike you could totallymakeacrossoverimeanwhat

AHAAHHAHAHAH yeah, i remember reading about that, i also read about Alexander looking up to him and admiring him as “a proper gentleman”

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I better see some HANDS!!!
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Alec my man touch his leg it’s fine, touch his torso; come on you saw them abs, touch his neck or face bc magnus need some genuine love and care for once.
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Magnus!!! My main man Magnus get up in there. Go head put your hand on that torso, bc you saw them abs mutable times already bc Alec can’t keep his shirt on, touch his neck and that beautiful deflect rune. Touch him bc he never got to be touched before.
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OR both of you can do it bc that’s your future husband right there waiting for your love.
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#freethehands2k17

“Is Bruce in here?” Tim figured he might be— Bruce spent a lot of time in the children’s wing of Wayne Enterprises. There were a dozen or so kids in daycare most weekdays, and Bruce liked to hang out.

Tim liked to hang out too. They had nice snacks, and he’d known most of the kids since they were toddlers. And sometimes naps were mandatory.

“Conference call,” Damian told him. (For someone who claimed to hate naps, snackfood, kids, and humanity in general, Damian also spent a lot of time in the children’s wing.) “I don’t know where.” 

He went back to what he was doing, which was arranging a set of pewter soldiers into a complex model of a battlefield, presumably for the benefit of the preschooler sitting next to him. 

“What’s this?”

“The Battle of Issus, 333 BC.”

“Right, obviously.” Tim decided he was curious, so he settled down on the mats to watch.  Damian finished his model; he pulled a marker from the art table and used it as a pointer. 

“Okay. This is the Macedonian army, outnumbered but in the better tactical position, south of the Pinarus River. Their leader is Alexander the Great. And this—” He pointed to his enemy line. “—is the Achaemenid Empire. They’re about to lose.”

Damian tapped his marker on the Macedonian right. “This is the companion calvary, Alexander’s elite force, and they—” he cut off when he noticed his pupil digging in the toy bin, clearly distracted. The kid came up with a battered Transformer, which he set behind Damian’s lines. 

“Elliot. Alexander did not have robots.”

“But,” said Tim, rummaging through the box himself, “did he have wizards?” He pulled a bearded magician out of the tub and held it up for Damian to see. 

“You know he didn’t.”

Tim passed the wizard to Elliot. “But what if he did?”

“Drake.”

“How would that go?”

Drake.”

“Abracadabra, Alexander!” Elliot yelled, gleefully smashing through Damian’s entire left flank.

“Damn it, Drake.” Damian sighed in frustration— not quite the rise Tim was hoping for, but still something. He dropped Elliot’s discarded robot back into the box.

“I don’t know what you were expecting,” Tim told him. “Elliot’s four. He’s too young for— what is this— military history?”

“He was doing fine before you showed up.” Damian started to re-erect his soldiers, but he gave it up after Elliot came in for a second pass. “Which is typical, isn’t it?”

“Good one.”

“Thank you.” Damian crossed his arms. “Fine. I’ll bite. When is he supposed to learn this kind of thing?”

“High school? Maybe never.”

“That can’t be right.”

“Have I ever lied to you?”

“Frequently.” Damian rolled his eyes. “I’m getting a second opinion.”

“I’ll wait.”

Damian checked the room for potential allies. “Thomas?” he called over his shoulder, “You learned military strategy as a kid, right?”

Duke looked up from the book he was reading to a pair of kindergardeners. “Just you, man.”

“Told you.” Tim fished a bag of plastic ninja from the toy box and arranged them pointedly into a row. “How are you still surprised by this kind of thing?”

Damian glared at him. “Okay, first of all? I’m not a— hold on a second. Elliot!”

Elliot froze with a large, plastic dinosaur held aloft over the battlefield. He drew it sheepishly back to his chest. “Sorry.”

“Not in the calvary wing,” Damian told him. “You’ll scare the horses.”

“Here?” Elliot pointed to the front of the phalanx.

“Yes.”

“RAWR.”

“Aim for his center.” Damian turned back to Tim. “Anyway. Why are you still talking to me? I thought we had an agreement about unnecessary contact.”

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