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it is completed 💪

reblogs appreciated<3

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The way they scatter is so fucking funny

Reblog if you want your body to be modified into an eldritch horror creature with many limbs.

Hehe gay

Dear Evan Hansen: What if Evan Didn't Lie?

So I couldn't stop thinking about how Dear Evan Hansen would have gone if Evan had told the truth from the get-go. Would the story be that different? I would say no.

So I decided to write a fake wikipedia summary for my in-progress fanfic of "Dear Evan Hansen - Rewritten."

Original sources are:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_Evan_Hansen

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dear_Evan_Hansen_(film)

And I thought my interests in the quarry and Romeo and Juliet would never overlap. I’m currently sobbing over the comparisons now and will be unsubscribing from oxygen thank you very much

tw death

this is one of the bad unpopular endings where ryan and dylan both died, and damn it, why does it look like that very poetic death scene of romeo and juliet???? 😭😭😭😭😭

F in the chat for nick, turned into werewolf for the plot to plot

Nick in ch6, holding Abigail: You smell so good...

Me: ohoho nelly 👀👀

Nick: I wanna taste you... Come here...

Me: she's gonna get that dick, good for her 🤩🤩 am totally expecting the cute Twilight werewolf design

Nick:

Me: 😱😰😰 nobody warned me about this!!!!

The amount of gender envy I get from dis main is illegal

should be illegal to be as pretty as he is 😭❤️

(photos by sarahlouisekinsella on instagram)

Kaitlyn and Dylan fit swap but it's just the top lol

Kaitlyn's basically wearing a dress and Dylan has a crop top shdjfnfk

I'm in love with whoever runs the official The Quarry Tiktok account they're very supportive

Literally squealed when I saw this, omg there so fucking cute

[this post] made me wanna draw them - just made abi a teensy bit more 1980s goth 🖤 anyway... cuties

Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

Flight attendant: please make sure all small items are secure before landing

John, whispering: do you feel safe, Lexie?

Ok very much like when Patroclus died, I very much like Achilles will have a mental breakdown thank you very much(also the analysis is really great)

Hamilton was Achilles or Patroclus for you?

Achilles, I suppose. Because Patroclus already has many parallels to Laurens; like the issues with his father, and he acts as Achilles emotional support in the Iliad. But also the matching aspect of Patroclus dying in battle and Achilles' mental breakdown afterwards.

Also the pipeline of Achilles being compared to Alexander the great, and Hamilton being compared to Alexander the great.

Reblogging is too much fun at this point

Alex: what are you, 5?

John: 5 feet taller than you!

Alex:

John: 

John: please don’t hurt me

hey theres a lot more history saying hamilton and laurens had a thing than hamilton and angelica so kinda annoying thats a subplot in hamilton musical 

Laurens: Hamilton... Ham....

Hamilton: *writing*

Laurens: Alexander... Alex, I’m bored.

Hamilton: *still writing*

Laurens: I said I’m bored... Are you listening? HAMILTON!

Hamilton: Oh my god Laurens don’t you have anything better to do?

Laurens: Well, I could be doing you but you’re not cooperating!

ib: @wolfstar-shipper

today on "my thoughts on Hamilton": Hamilton and Laurens

I'm not getting into the historical facts and theories about these two, but imo they were lovers

the first time I watched the musical I was actually kinda disappointed in the lack of subcontext they showed. there isn't even that much gaybaiting.

then I thought "well its hard enough to establish a show with a almost all POC cast, that's also breaking traditional musical rules. give em a break"

it would have also undermined Alex' devotion to Eliza from the very beginning so probably wouldn't been the best idea story telling wise.

but then I watched it again and i noticed some looks, "Lauren's i like you a lot" and so on - BUT most importantly I wanna talk about their costumes.

when burr introduces Hamilton to Laurens, Lafayette and Mulligan they very soon form a friendship quartet. something bugged me while watching for the first time, but it took me a rewatch to realise what it was.

Lafayette is wearing blue (idk if this is nod to him being French, for me the association is there), Mulligan is wearing green so you'd kinda expect Ham and Laurens to wear red and yellow to complete the google/windows -esque primary colours scheme... and they kinda do. depending on light and shadow their coats appear more yellow-ish or red-ish. but that's the thing! they BOTH wear brown-ish/orange-y coats. they're not the same but they're WAY more similar to each other than anyone else coats.

maybe I'm over-analysing and it doesn't have to mean anything... but I really like the idea of their costumes hinting at something more between these two

I feel ya Hamilton, hehe depression go brrrrrrrr

Laurens: Did it hurt?

Hamilton: Yeah

Laurens: I was going to say when you fell from heaven-

Hamilton: It all hurts

Hamilton: My life is constant pain and suffering

Mmm yes put the fire hazard in Hamilton’s hands, what a way to end humanity

Hamilquote #3

John: Damn, the power went out. Alexander: Don’t worry, I got this. Alexander: *stomps foot* John: What-? Alexander: *Sketchers light up*

(Idea from @iamnotusnavi)

Alexander, partying at 3am with the gang: BaBy YoU lIghT uP mY wOrLd lIkE nObOdY eLsE

Hercules, staring at Laf: ThE wAy tHaT yOu fLiP yOur hAiR gEtS mE oVeRwHeLmEd

Laurens and Lafayette: BuT wHeN yOu SmILe aT tHE gRoUnd iT aIn'T hArD tO tElL-

The whole gang: yOu dOn'T kNoOw, YoU dOn'T kNoW yOu'Re BeAuTiFuL

Burr: I knew getting them drunk was a mistake

Dammit it keeps autocorrecting me, I meant to put crafting the letters

In the words of Alexander Hamilton, Flawless and perfect are the words to describe you, the way you crafter their letters to each other pure poetry and I loved it. I also loved their dynamic they were so damn adorable together.

It’s probably the hopeless romantic in me but love and romance have really captured me as of late, mainly in media but I just loved it really amazing work.

From a hopeless bisexual,

O.Monty

(P.S I know I’m cringe and I apologise for being so)

I watched Hamilton live in Cincinnati. It was great so now I'm doing a Laurens x Hamilton. It's going to be a couple letter exchanged before it is the real thing.

If you have a problem with me shipping people that actually exist you can go away. I CAN and am ALLOWED to ship this because in real life they exchanged love letters for three Years and invited Lafayette to a threesome. Not only that but after finding out Laurens was married and Hamilton got married, Alexander wrote to John saying they should have a four way with them and their wives. Thank you very much. Also, Linnimon Roll and Anthony Ramos have both said that fan writings of the portraed people are alright. If they didn't like it or said it was not alright to base the looks of of them or whatever then I wouldn't do it based off if the production. Since I don't know what Alexander and John looked like I'm basing it off of Lin and Anthony(excluding eye color. Hamilton's eyes were purple and I'm including that because bitch WHO?) Once again, if you do not like this. Sue me. I dare you. Don't read it, block me for all I care. I'm very passionate about this and love how they actually included it in Hamilton. "Laurens. I like you a lot," was confirmed to be how it was included. (Plus Lin said Anthony is attractive so bonus for that)

I'm getting off topic. It's starting after this I promise. As always it's written on my phone(in class this time), it's not proof read, and it's in the comfort POV of 3rd person. Please enjoy.

Letters

Actual story

The True Affair of Alexander Hamilton

Two days ago, Alexander Hamilton wrote a letter to his secret young lover. He misses the man he wrote to. John Laurens revived the letter with a smile that his dear Alexander hadn't forgotten him.

My dearest, John Laurens,

It had been too long since I've seen you last. Your letter has pierced my soul. You truly shine in your writing. How I miss your touch, your eyes, your embrace. I do not want to keep seeing in secret. How much I wish to hold you in front of those who laugh and spit at our love. How much longer must we stay seperate from each other? How much more pain can one take without the comfort of their loved one? How much more can this poor bastard take, John? How much longer must we wait to touch again. You have kept me going through this war. You. Only you and your letters. My love, I cannot wait to see you again. I can not stop thinking of you. You are my everything. You keep me from thinking. From my work. Washington has caught me thinking of you many times in the middle of writing an address for him. You are a poison. A sweet poison. My addiction to you is more than Burr's addiction to annoy. More than a Virginian and his tobacco. You taste of summers sweetest strawberries. The sweetest of the sugar cane sold from my home town. I could write a book on everything I love about you. About everything on your person. You are perfect. I see no flaws when I see you. Flawless and perfect are the words to describe you. No imperfections cross you. This world doesn't deserve you. They aren't ready for you or your beautiful mind. Let us meet in a week's time, August seventeenth, at the lake in the park, the one you talk about and visit so often.

Yours always and truly, Alexander Hamilton

Laurens wrote back happily. He always loved to write to his Hamilton. He had to be careful with his letters, sometimes his father would read the letters received or sent. He hadn't been caught so far. Hamilton received the letter from Laurens. He always read lovingly. Dear gods he missed his love.

My love, Alexander Hamilton,

You're words continue to pull me deep into the sea of love. Deeper than the purple of your eyes. I miss you so, my dear, Alexander. It always surprises me to receive one of your letters. You have many women and a few men falling at your feet. You chose a lowly soldier boy. I would not be surprised if you choose one over me, my love. Meeting you after these excruciating months sound the most wonderful idea within the world. Within this life. I cannot wait to see you again, Alexander. Your letters stay with me. Your words stay in my heart and my mind. I love you more than I could even write or say. You have that wonderful ability to put your love into words. I wish I was able to do the same. My dearest, Alexander, I will see you on the decided day. It will be amazing seeing you once again.

With love, John Laurens

When the seventeenth of August arrives, Alexander Hamilton was the first to arrive at the lake. They always had to meet at night as not to be seen. Hamilton had brought wine, cheese, and bread for them to share. He asked Washington for the wine to surprise someone he admired. No names were said to keep their relations hidden and secret.

Alexander never had to wait long for John. Laurens always loved to surprise Alexander from behind. Even though it never scared him, Hamilton always act convincingly surprised and scared just to see the wide smile across his lover's face. That perfect face. Alexander could write several volumes on how perfect and beautiful John Laurens was.

Alexander had to be staring at Laurens' features for at least a full minute. "Alex? Is everything alright?" John had asked to pull Alexander out of his love filled trance.

"Everything is perfect now that you are here," Hamilton smile. He gently pulls John into a hug. Laurens reciprocates and hugs back with the same softness. He loved how gentle yet strong Hamilton's hugs were.

"I brought wine," Hamilton pulls away. He quickly wadles happily over to the basket he brought. He pulls out the wine, cups and food. He places them ona blanket he laid out. He motions for his lover to sit down beside him.

Laurens takes a seat on the blanket as Hamilton pours the wine. He was going to pay Washington for the wine later. "Thank you for the letter. As always, you left me speechless," John smiles. He takes the cup of wine Hamilton offers. He takes a drink of the wine. He knew it was too expensive for the righthand man.

"How much was this?" John asks. He had a bitter tone, not wanting Alexander to waste money on him.

"I'm not entirely certain. If I am being honest, I and barrowing it from Washington. I am going to pay him for it," Hamilton explains as a promise. He puts a hand on Johns. He loved how even something as small as wine made Laurens concerned and ready to help.

"There are times, Alexander, that you scare me," he grasps Hamilton's hand softly. Alexander lifts Laurens' hand to his lips, kissing the kind youngers knuckles. Laurens blushes at the simple gesture. It was always the small ones that got him flustered.

"You are an amazing man with a heart of gold. You are the most beautiful and kindest man I have ever had the good fortune of knowing," he takes a sip of the wineit was sweet. It tasted like ten dollars. It might have been. It was more than just a possibility.

"Now listen here, Alexander," Laurens pauses. He bites his bottom lip, not being able to think of anything to contradict the compliment while flustered. He gives up, leaning into give Hamilton a quick peck on the lips. "Be quiet, you strange man," Laurens blushes. He was practically a tomato.

"My apologies. It's difficult to not speak of how-" Alexander was cut off by a longer kiss from John. He kisses back, chasing after the soft lips. Laurens hides his face with his cup as he sips the wine again.

"I told you to be quiet," John smiles, looking away from the purple eyed man. He might have been the one to initiate the two kisses but he was the one left blush.

"I'm sorry, my love," Alexander smiles. He pulls John into his side. The rest of the night is filled with soft kisses, a flustered Laurens, a finished bottle of wine, and talk of what happened when they were apart.

Hamilton and Laurens go back to their homes when the food is gone. Laurens had to be helped home. He was leaning on Hamilton the whole way. Alexander left Laurens at home before leaving for his own.

As always. If you liked this, don't forget I take requests. Just go to the "ask me anything" and leave a request. Thank you for the support, likes. And requests!

Today I'll talk about how during Alexander Hamilton, the opening song from the show Hamilton, sir John Laurens' voice should also be amongst the 4th group as well, with the Schuyler sisters during the "me? I loved him" line. In this essay I'll

Dylan: Whatever. There's nothing to do, it's like... too old to trick or treat... and too young to die.

*at a Halloween party*

Kaitlyn: What is "C" for?

Jacob: C4 is a fucking explosive.

Kaitlyn: No, what is "c" for?

Jacob: ..."C" is for cock.

Kaitlyn: *facepalm* What's your costume?

Jacob: Cookie monster.

Kaitlyn: Now what is "c" for?

Jacob: Cookies.

lycaon's curse

even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the moon is shining bright.

given how the game did nick dirty on account of making him a basic plot-explaining tool, I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon a whole lycaon-the-first-werewolf-related greek au for him and yes, there are curses, mischief, gods and goddesses

so, some history first. lycaon, an arcadian king, is considered to be the first werewolf, and though sources differ on what exactly happened, two things are clear:

he offered zeus a meal of human flesh;

as punishment, zeus turned him into half-man, half-wolf, to show his beastly nature. supposedly, the silver aversion is a part of the whole 'you shall never eat like a man again [that is, from a silver plate], but will feast like an animal instead' thing.

some sources say initially, lycaon wanted to gain the gods' blessings in order to restore the once-prosperous land, and zeus favoured him because lycaon built him a grand temple. however, lycaon became obssessed with the idea of worshipping gods to the point of making human sacrifices and killing visitors of his land.

anyway, look at this awesome art by Sirmaril7. the turning of lycaon. i'm in awe.

so imagine young nikolaos, a descendant of the great king lycaon, unknowingly carrying the curse in him. zeus being a vindictive bitch, he curses the whole bloodline (although it's also said that lycaon bit his 50-something children, so), yet the wolf curse does not reveal itself so many generations after.

nikolaos is a soft-tempered young man, hard-working and honest, and shining. he is what's called beautiful rather than handsome. his beauty, people say, outshines the sun itself.

apollo, the god of the sun and a son of zeus (who as we remember is vindictive bitch, so), is angry with nikolaos as no one dares to be superior to a deity. having uncovered the secret of nikolaos's legacy, he tricks him the same way lycaon tried to trick zeus.

you see, nikolaos is very much in love with abigaia, a kind-hearted, flame-haired girl who loves him just as much. on the day of their wedding, apollo comes down from the sky to bless the pair, and a whole marvelous feast appears, magnificent at sight, rotten with a dark twist within. unknowongly, nikolaos eats human flesh, and the moment he does, lycaon's curse returns.

nikolaos is transformed into a brutal wolf, a creature so monstrous it wouldn't dare to even see the light of day, not to mention outshine the sun. horror-stricken, the creature runs to the wilderness to bury itself in shadows.

let's not forget about abigaia, though. for days, she wonders the woods trying to find the trail of her lost lover, yet she's never closer than the yellow gleam of his eyes, too far away from her. nikolaos is so afraid to harm his beloved, he runs further and further. he does not trust the beast and is ashamed of his own monstrosity. grieving, he howls day and night, until even magical creatures avoid his presense.

abigaia makes an offering to apollo and asks him to lift the curse, yet he is adamant. a wounded pride does not heal easily. other gods do not intervene. to them, humans are but sparks of falling stars against the vast night sky, their mortal woes too insignificant against eternal life. finally, abigaia pleads the goddesses of the moon to oppose apollo and take the curse away. artemis, the hunting goddess of the halfmoon and a twin sister to apollo, refuses her plea. hecate, the magic goddess of the dark moon and a cousin to apollo, also refuses. but selene, the goddess of the full moon, takes pity on her.

selene weaves the threads of the curse and binds them to herself, taking apollo's power in their never-ending day and night, sun and moon confrontation. she makes it that for almost thirty days, nikolaos remains human as he's always been, but when selene comes to take the sky, she takes him with her. on those nights, nikolaos is to lose all humanity and run with the moon in his beastly form. to spare him the horror, she makes him forget the night.

and so nikolaos is able to return to his beloved abigaia, and their reunion is celebrated so, that even mystical creatures of the forests and rivers join them for festivities. nikolaos's bloodline continues, and abigaia gives birth to four strong, handsome boys. and everything is well.

when the boys come of age, they join their father for a run under the moon, and when he cannot run anymore, four wolf cubs repay his eternal gratitude to selene by taking his place.

i want nick furcillo and jacob custos to kiss

I just want to remind you all that Vegemite chocolate was a thing in Australia in 2015 and holy shit did this circulate in my high school despite how disgustang it was

Which means that Nick probably would have tried it. Do you ever think he brings it up with the Hacketteers?

Dylan: so do you have a girlfriend?

Ryan: um, not exactly

Dylan: Boyfriend??!!!