Call Me Trash

quarantine brought me back here. 22, she/her. broadway. rpatz. tchalamet. p!atd.

[dark-eyed-harmothoe]

“What’s that musical? The one where we see a teenager’s life go downhill after the death of a classmate?”

“No, I mean, uh— the one where technology basically fucks up with everyone”

“Actually, I mean the one in which a kid almost destroys the school”

“No wait, the kid let’s themselves be influenced by something that no one else can see”

[ja-ckkelly]

Musical Theatre Tropes/Things I Never Get Tired Of

The Runaway New Yorker - mc wants to leave NYC because they feel like they aren’t achieving anything there. Like a typical New Yorker, they want to leave for someplace warm and sunny (probably Santa Fe). They almost leave when they lose hope, but then they realize that their home is in New York City with their friends-turned-family.

Ex. Usnavi (In The Heights), Jack Kelly (Newsies), Mark, Roger, Angel, and Collins (Rent)

Kickass Female Trio - probably have a song where they sing about how powerful they are and how everyone bows down to them. Adored by the whole fandom. They also have this iconic pose that everyone can recognize. Also have a distinct colour palette among their outfits. The leader is the most powerful, popular, and feared of them all and is in the center of their pose & the main singer of their song. She’s somehow defeated in a later part of Act 1. The second-in-command takes over for the leader and is at her right. The innocent sidekick is at the leader’s left & she’s very youthful and childlike. Has yellow somewhere in her outfit. She’s likely to be an alto.

Ex. Angelica (leader), Eliza (2nd-I-C), and Peggy (IS) - the Schuyler Sisters (Hamilton) | H. Chandler (leader), H. Duke (2nd-I-C), H. McNamara (IS) - the Heathers (Heathers) | Regina (leader), Gretchen (2nd-I-C), Karen (IS) - the Plastics (Mean Girls)

The Seductress Song - hot young woman breaks into lead male’s house in her own song where she belts some mad vocals and then flirts with him cause she wants him.

Ex. Mimi Marquez - Out Tonight (Rent), Maria Reynolds - Say No To This (Hamilton), Veronica Sawyer - Dead Girl Walking (Heathers)

The “My Life Sucks and I’m Struggling Because I’m Poor and I Have To Work and I’m Too Young For That BS, but life goes on” song - It’s probably a bunch of oppressed New Yorkers singing that.

Ex. In The Heights (In The Heights), Carrying The Banner (Newsies), It’s A Hard-Knock Life (Annie), Rent (Rent)

The romance between the Girl Who Has It All and the Boy Who Has Nothing trope - also self-explanatory. The girl’s father is probably wealthy or respected.

Ex. Alexander & Eliza (Hamilton), Jack & Katherine (Newsies), Nina & Benny (In The Heights)

The Silly Little Banter Between Two Love Interests song - the two characters are lowkey into one another, but they’re like, fighting-flirting.

Ex. I Never Planned On You (Don’t Come A-Knocking) (Newsies), Light My Candle (RENT), Anything You Can Do (Annie Get Your Gun)

The “Let’s Have Some Fun In The City!” song - super upbeat instrumentals and ensemble, the characters are exploring the city and having fun.

Ex. When You’re Home (In The Heights), One Short Day (Wicked), The Schuyler Sisters (Hamilton)

The Badass Revolution Song - the song that makes you want to take down capitalism and scream something at the top of your lungs. take down the oppressors. the poor kids are taking over now.

Ex. The World Will Know (Newsies), One Day More (Les Misérables), My Shot (Hamilton), Yorktown (Hamilton), Defying Gravity (Wicked)

There’s probably more to add.

[parkersbliss]

Written On My Arm//B.P

Pairing: Ben Platt x Reader gender neutral 

Summary: Soulmate Au where Reader is soulmate’s with Ben and thinks he’s high on crack from the messages she gets from him.

Words: 1.5K

Requested: No

Notes: Last imagine of 2018! 

Masterlist

“I love jazz. Not all jazz. But definitely jazz band jazz.”

   You stared down at your wrist where the phrase was inscribed. “What the actual heck?” Each day, a phrase or part of a sentence that your soulmate says is written on your hand.   Each phrase appeared at exactly midnight, it would be something they said that day. However, the day you are destined to meet, you have the exact same phrase in its black writing. Until you met your soulmate it would be plain black, when you did meet them it would start to change color every day.     You had gotten very strange phrases and often wondered what the hell was up with your soulmate. One time your arm said, “I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees.” Another, “it’s not a sex letter.” You didn’t hesitate to wear a jacket despite the fact is was 82 degrees outside that day. It was an understatement to say you were concerned for them.     You often wondered if your soulmate was concerned for you. How much crazy things that came out of your mouth made it onto their skin?

“Sometimes I’m convinced my soulmate is high on crack.”

   Ben felt heat rush to his cheeks, what could he have possibly said to make his soulmate think that? He thought about it. Then, it hit him like a train. He didn’t even want to begin to think what lines from the show made it onto your arm. He felt bad for Will’s soulmate. They probably thought he was high off his ass.  Not saying he wasn’t sometimes. Ben clambered out of the clutches of his bed and begun his morning routine. 

“So, what do we have today?” Will asks cheekily. Ben rolls his eyes, “I think this was meant for you.” He turns over his hand to reveal the phrase of the day. Will Bursts out laughing, “MIKE! Come look at this!” Will rallies up the rest of the cast to show off Ben’s phrase. “Imagine what Will’s must think!” Laura says. “Poor thing,” Mike snickered. “Wow, rude!” The cast dissembled and walk to their dressing rooms. Ben slips on his first Evan outfit and does his makeup. He double-checks in the mirror that everything is correct. He then goes to get his cast put on. Thank god it covered the writing there. “You guys are on in 10!!” A voice calls out. A chorus of “Ok’s!” Follow. 

    You drove by the music box theatre, as usual, there was a line of people waiting to get in. There was a new show called Dear Evan Hansen playing. You heard only good things about it. One of these days, you planned on going there. A couple of songs had popped up on your radio and you couldn’t deny that you liked them. You stopped at your destination, Starbucks. You walk in and the scent of coffee fills your nose. The line moved fast and soon enough you were walking out, drink in hand. 

      As soon as you got home you pulled up the Music Box Theatre’s website. You click on the blue box that says “Dear Evan Hansen!” It immediately forwards you to the summary of the play, cast, and tickets. You read the summary and look at some of the cast. One, in particular, caught your eye, the star of the show Ben Platt. He’s kind of cute. You tapped on the tickets and it brought you to a view of the theatre, you decided to go for orchestra. You purchased the ticket and printed it. You’d be attending Dear Evan Hansen next Friday.  

Dear Evan Hansen

Music Box theatre West 45th Street, New York, NY

General admission: Ages 12 & Over

Fri, November 19th, 2017 8:00pm No refunds/no exchanges

Section: Orchestra  Row: B  Seat: 26

(These are the phrases, the top one is what you got.)

Sunday: “Will Roland is better than Ryan Seacrest!” “I don’t function without coffee.” Monday: “he’s ninety percent leg!!” “I kissed a seal once.” Tuesday: “I fell out of a tree.” “No, this is Patrick.” Wednesday: “Screw you. I only love food and Laura.” “Who’s Laura?” Thursday: “kInKy.” “Well, they’re high again.” Friday: “All I see is sky For Forever.” “All I see is sky For Forever.”

     The music box seemed like something you might wanna dress up for. You picked out something slightly fancy and did your hair. You glanced at your arm again, “All I see is sky For Forever.” A smile ghosts across your lips. This was one of your favorite messages. You checked your watch, 7:30pm. You grabbed your bag and hopped into your car and drove to the theatre.      Ben was panicking he had seen his arm and the message. Which meant his soulmate likes Dear Evan Hansen. He was also panicking because it was his last performance as Evan. That, and  Will wasn’t helping either when he saw your message he nearly flipped. “I bet she doesn’t even know what song that is! You’re gonna meet her today!” This really put Ben over the edge. You might possibly be here. In the crowd. At his last performance. Ever. Talk about pressure. “SPOTS EVERYONE!” And Ben rushes to the stage. 

 “All I see is sky For Forever…” The lights shut out.      You were crying, sobbing, whatever you wanna call it. You didn’t experience anxiety or depression, nonetheless, it was still such a touching story. You were also crying because half of the whole musical had been written on your arm over the past year. You didn’t wanna get your hopes up, but it seemed like maybe, Ben Platt was your soulmate. After all, he did just say the line written on your arm. “I have to find him,” You thought. Curtain calls came next, and everyone came on stage. The theatre was filled with Hollers, whoops and clapping. Finally, Ben came on stage. Everyone was in tears and Rachel presented him with Flowers. A hand flew up to your mouth, this was his last performance. The whole cast was crying and saying how much they were gonna miss him and how great he was. His eyes met yours and time froze, you could feel your arm tingling. You looked down and saw the writing was now in light blue. You looked up and Ben had the same look of shock on his face. The curtains closed and you pretty much ran out of the theatre. You waited outside for him, hoping he would come out.

   You heard the side exit crack open, and two pairs of brown eyes met your (E/C) ones. Ben opened the door all the way and waved you inside.

(Y/N) stepped inside and cracked a smile at Ben. He rolled up his long-sleeve shirt to reveal the same message written on yours. “So…” he started awkwardly. “Congratulations on your last performance! It was really good! I’ve been crying since waving through a window,” (Y/N) admits. Ben gives a laugh, “thank you. My co-star told me you would be in the audience so, I tried to give it my all.” “You did amazing.” Ben blushes, “anyway, uh, so it’s 11:00 at night and you’re kinda my soulmate…” Ben trials off. “Oh, I’m (Y/N)!” “(Y/N), would you like to join me and my friends for a few drinks to celebrate?” (Y/N) grins, “I would love to!” Ben jumps up and kisses your cheek making your cheeks redden. He tugs in your arm, “C’ mon let’s go!” A few drinks later, and you were only a little tipsy. You had immediately hit it off with everyone, they all loved you mostly because of the things Ben had gotten written on him. You found Will to be a lot like his character and Mike to be very different.    “Okay, well I actually had no clue what Dear Evan Hansen was, so like I got the line, “it’s not a sex letter” and “I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees.” And I was so confused, I was convinced my person was high on crack. Then again, Will your soulmate probably thinks you’re high off your ass!” You laugh. Ben had an arm around your waist, “that’s exactly what I thought!” Will places a hand on his heart, “I don’t feel loved here.” You snicker, “I never said you had too!” Everyone erupts in laughter, including Will. You turn to face Ben, who was staring at you. “You can stop staring.” Ben blinks his eyes, “what? I was um…” You roll your eyes and place a soft chaste kiss on his lips. His other hand cups your cheek, while yours rest on his shoulders. “Look how in love!” Laura gushes. You pull apart and check your arm. “Best night ever,” Was written on it now with a date scribbled beneath it. Instead of black, it was now a bright green. Ben inspected his arm, “Ben Platt, who? I only know—“ Was written in the same green writing. “I’m taking offense.” “I bet I say I only know Laura Dreyfuss!” “This is why we’re soulmates.” “Definitely,” You giggle as he kisses your hand. “Best night ever,” Ben whispers.

[reprisedpiece]

Open Wide

Pairing: Ben Platt x MedStudent!Reader

Warning: like 2-3 curse words 

Request: “Heyyy! Would you do a Ben platt x med student reader! Thanks!!!”

Word Count: 1423

Note: ((the title is so misleading but no this isnt smut i just couldn’t think of another title sorry)) this was shorter than i expected and THIS IS SO STUPID IM SO SORRY its not exactly med school material bc i know nothing but i just really had to do this lmao i hope y’all like this one !

MASTERLIST

Your hands were starting to get tired, fingertips slightly numb, and neck aching from looking down at your current subject right in front of you. 

“Just a few more stitches,” You consoled yourself, tongue sticking out a bit as you concentrated.

You were trying so hard to keep your hands steady and unfortunately, the stare that Ben’s been giving you for the last fifteen minutes from across the room did nothing but made you feel pressured to finish faster. 

“Ben,” You started, making one loop after another with the suture.”You’re staring, darling.”

Ben cleared his throat as he stood up from his chair. He made his way to the couch, gently sitting down beside you as to not move you. He leaned closer until you felt his warm breath hitting the back of your neck.

“What if it’s a tumor?” He whispered quietly. You rolled your eyes.

“Not this again.”

“This is no joking mater, Y/N! What if it’s a tumor in my throat?” He whined.

“It’s isn’t, I’m telling you.” You say slowly and quietly, focusing on your stitches.

He buried his face in his hands. “Oh God. It’s the nodes, isn’t it? I’m gonna have to undergo throat surgery.”

His leg started to bounce up and down, the motions making the couch move as well. You slapped his leg lightly. “Benjamin Platt, stop moving too much. You’re gonna mess up my sutures.”

“I don’t understand why we’re not talking about this!”

“Because we already had this conversation thirty minutes ago. Didn’t I tell you to take your medicine?”

“I did! But it didn’t do shit.”

“Obviously, it takes time for the medicine to metabolize into your body.”

“Just tell me, sweetheart. I won’t be mad. I just have to know.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on your cheek. He was making a big deal out of this thing. He was rubbing your back softly, urging you to tell him “the truth”. He refuses to believe what he had was something as simple as this.

Ben was a bit of a hypochondriac, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how much coincidental that the two of you ended up being together. Who knew? A hypochondriac and a third year medical student, dating for two years.

You sigh, looking up from the grapes you were practicing your stitches on before facing him. “Ben, you have a cold.”

He threw his arms up. “It doesn’t feel like a cold!”

You chuckled. “Sure, Ben. Whatever you say.”

“You’re no doctor yet! You can’t just dismiss me like that!” He pouts.

“Under this roof, I’m the closest person you have to a doctor,” You spoke before pointing to the man who was devouring a bag of Doritos from the other side of the room. “Unless you want Will to be the one to attend to your concerns.” You continued.

Will turned his head around as he stared at Ben dead in the eyes “Cut his throat out.”

Ben’s eyes widened at the violent remark. “Okay, definitely not consulting him. But can you please make sure one last time that it is just a cold?”

You sigh in defeat. You stood up, walking towards him until you were positioned in between his legs while he was sitting down. He placed his hands on your hips. You gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead. “I’m telling you, darling. You’re alright.”

Your fingers traced and palpitated the area below where his jaw met his ear. You moved your fingers in slow circle motions, trying to determine how enlarged his lymph nodes are. 

“Okay, your lymph nodes are a bit swollen but that’s expected because you do have colds.” You tell Ben. He nodded in response. “Is that it?”

You shook your head. “Not yet.” You reached for the penlight from the back pocket of your jeans.

You twisted your torso to look behind you. “Does anyone have a popsicle stick or something?” You yell out. 

Mike looked up from his phone, holding a popsicle stick to his mouth. He pulled it out of his mouth and you could see a bit of ice cream residue. “This good enough?” He yelled back. 

You nodded. “That will do!” 

“Alright. Just give me a second,” He started.

“You’re not putting that in my mouth.” Ben protested right away, facing you then slowly facing Mike.

When Mike heard Ben, a sinister grin started to form on his face. He slowly licked the popsicle stick clean, licking it more than necessary. All this was done with him staring Ben dead in the eyes.

Ben looked up to you. “Like I said, you will not put that it my mouth.”

“Babe, I’m going to have to if you want me to actually check what’s going on with your throat.” You giggled, running your hand through his hair.

“But it has his saliva on it. That’s not hygienic.” He said, watching as Mike handed you the popsicle stick. 

Mike laughed doing so. “It was nice working with you, Y/N.” He said as he snickered. “I love you, man. I do this out of love.” He told Ben.

Ben rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

You flicked him on the nose. “Don’t be mean! I didn’t say i was going to directly put it in your mouth. I’m going to put plastic on it.”

You tuned around again. “Okay, anybody have like a plastic glove or just plain old plastic? Anything as long as it’s clean!” You yelled, holding the popsicle stick in one of your hands.

Will slowly raised his hand. “Uhm, I got a condom in my wallet.”

“No.” Ben immediately said.

“Yes, Will. Hand it to me.” He simply laughed, reaching for his wallet. He pulled out a foil-packaged condom, tossing it to you before grabbing his phone. “I’m documenting this.”

Ben’s eyes widened, facing Will. “No, you won’t.” He faced you. “And you are not putting a condom in my mouth.”

“Dude, c’mon. It prevents people from getting STDs so I’m pretty sure it’s going to prevent you from contracting anything that Mike has in the moment.” Will snorted, as Mike let out a laugh.

“But-” Ben started.

“This is for your career, Ben.” Mike teased as you opened up the packaging, rolling the condom on the popsicle stick.

Ben took in a deep breath. “Fine.” The two boys cheered while you hushed them, still chuckling at what’s about to happen.”

“Open wide.” You say. You pushed his tongue down with the stick as he did, using the light to inspect his throat.

“Isn’t that something that Ben would normally say?” Ben almost gagged on the stick, blushing hard on the comment.

“Shut up, Will. You’re not helping.” 

The three of you watched as Ben’s face contorted with shock. “Oh my God, it tastes so minty. It’s like toothpaste.”

Will laughed as he started to walk to where the light switches were. “That’s not even the best part yet.” He shut the lights.

“Ooooh, it glows in the dark.” You and Mike said at the same time, genuinely impressed.

Ben started swatting his hands around as he whined with the stick still holding his tongue down. You quickly removed the stick. You placed the penlight back to your pocket and he looked at you, waiting for you to talk. He let of his hands fall from your hip and held your free hand instead.

“Okay. Good news, Ben. Your tonsils look fine, your throat is clear. You just have to drink lots of fluids and wait ‘till the medicine kicks in.” You bring his hand to your lips, kissing his knuckles. “It really is just the cold.” 

He lets out a sigh in relief. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He tilted his head upwards in attempt to give you a kiss on the lips. 

You pressed a finger against his mouth. “Nice try, Ben. That shit’s still contagious. I can’t afford to be sick. I have a practical exam tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t mean I still couldn’t do this.” He started peppering your face with kisses.

You were giggling in his arms when both of your phones vibrated at the same time. You pulled away to check while Ben continued to press kisses onto your face.

Your eyes widened when you saw what it was. “Oh, you will not be happy with this.” You mumbled, facing your phone towards Ben for him to see.

Will uploaded the video of the entire thing on Instagram for the whole world to see. Ben stared at the post in horror.

“Tonsillitis would have been better than this.”

[extravagant-trash]

“Hi I’m auditioning for the role of Evan Hansen, I’ll be singing ‘Lying is The Most Fun’ by Panic! At the Disco.”

[makingflowerscreek]

Theatre kid; Yeah, I’ve been going to ballet and tap classes since I was a fetus and I got the lead in the last three shows I’ve been in and my aunt is Idina Menzel. Anyway, what shows have you been in?

Me, with my zero ounce of talent but obsession with musical theatre;

[iamtrash4lyf]

mood:

[forksswcn]

twilight girls tomorrow is our MOMENT

[adoresobs]

- as you wish! ( 𝐓.𝐂 )

anon : I love your writing so much! You have such a talent if you are still taking requests literally anything from the fluff + romance prompts or the concern + upset ones. ❤️

prompt list : stay. please

THIS FIC CONTAINS fluff, fluff, fluff & it’s kinda short.

this is also incredibly cheesy so, be warned-

𝐌 𝐀 𝐒 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐋 𝐈 𝐒 𝐓

timothée had laid awake for hours, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart. though he was surprised you hadn’t woken up since he felt it was so loud, he was also grateful that you didn’t bust him for reacting this way to such a simple thing you both always did.

this was a sleepover, something that often happened when neither of you wanted to say goodbye to each other. that wasn’t exactly the case that day but when you fell asleep during the movie and didn’t know of timothée’s original plan to take you to your bed then leave, you still sleepily clinged to him. 

it only took a ‘stay. please.’ from you in a soft, tiny voice for him to immediately give in, replying with ‘as you wish.’ 

however, the ‘sleep’ aspect of it was hard for timothée to do. it wasn’t until you snuggled up to him, your arm around his waist and head on his chest, that he realized how strongly he felt for you.

maybe it was the way your smile was enough to make his day ten times better or your contagious laugh or how you always said the right things at the right times. 

maybe it was how you always believed in everyone around you, more specifically him and how you always pushed him to be the best he could be. you made him a better person.

or maybe it was the fact that you were basically the most amazing person he’d ever met in his life but all timothée knew was that he was completely and utterly in love with you.

lowering his head, he placed a soft kiss on top of your head and smiling when you cuddled closer to him, only making his heart flutter from how at peace you seemed. “i love you.” he muttered. the silence was expected since you were asleep. “i’m really in love with you.” he added on, voice still low and hardly audible. it only took timothée a few minutes before he drifted to sleep with you in his arms: somewhere he always wanted you to be.

what timothée hadn’t witnessed or noticed was the way you smiled at his confession.

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[loganhuntzbergerapologist]

if you don’t love me at my

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[lydiaas]

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HAMILTON + moments that absolutely sent me

[eauudenil]

Normalize apologizing to children.

[crissle]

Normalize doing right by children.

[thebroccoligoblin]

Normalizing telling children YOU were wrong

[my-unique-mess]

Normalize listening to children when they see the solution to a problem.

[aaliyah-apollonia-deactivated20]

Yes I love this entire post

[iamtrash4lyf]

So, NASA discovered a new constellation and adjusted the zodiac signs. I was a Libra and now, I’m a Capricorn??????

[hamgifs]

Aaron Burr + Asking the question

[the-twohearted-dalek-deactivate]

“Hamilton is racist-”

*Gives literally thousands of POC in theatre jobs that weren’t previously available because of the still-prevalent racism in casting*

“It didn’t tell everything that Hamilton/Washington/Jefferson did, and without the full story of every detail of their lives, it’s painting them differently”

I… do you want to watch a 200-hour long musical about founding fathers? Because if you want every single detail and discrepancy from all of their lives, we’re going to be here   a   w h i l e . I can’t tell you a single book/movie/musical (not including biography books) that tells every single detail of a person’s life. It’s not because they’re ‘glorifying’ them. It’s because we ain’t got the time.

“Yeah, but Lin did/said/believes *insert bad thing here*”

If you’re going to “cancel” or not use everything that’s creator said/did some bad things, I’m pretty sure you’re going to be living in a cave. Some pretty terrible people have done some pretty shit things, but that doesn’t mean the things they create are inherently bad. Henry Ford was a piece of absolute garbage, but I can almost guarantee that you’ve ridden in a car before. Abraham Lincoln, y’know, the dude that did the Emancipation Proclamation, was an extremely racist person. Good people do bad things. Bad people can do good things. Despite what Tumblr.hell had taught half of its userbase, absolutely no person is completely good or completely bad. That’s called being human.

“But it doesn’t show the bad things he did!!!”

Being an arrogant dick, assaulting someone at his college, provoking Burr in literally every way imaginable, blowing up on people over minor disagreements, being a workaholic to the point of ignoring his pregnant wife, cheating on said wife, flirting with said wife’s sister, telling everyone about the affair to save his name in politics, letting his son go to a duel, accepting a duel himself when he has a wife and seven (young) children… Yeah, I’d say they did.

“But it doesn’t show all the POC in history that were part of the founding era”

The musical??? is called??? ‘Hamilton’??? I would understand (and wholeheartedly agree) that if the musical was supposed to be an all-encompassing “Hey, these are the people that influenced America’s creation” then yeah, abso-fucking-lutely they better mention minorities, given that we built the damn thing, but the story wasn’t about everyone. Hell, Washington was the first president of America and gets, what… two main songs, with little cameos here and there? If it were up to me Sally Hemmings would’ve gotten a rap dissing the fuck out of Jefferson but I didn’t write the thing

But that’s part of writing any story, whether it be a musical, play, book, anything. If you have a central character, you can’t derail and talk about completely separate characters that aren’t directly connected to that main character, because it’ll derail your audience and draw their attention from your main focus. Every character properly mentioned in Hamilton has a direct connection to Hamilton. Eliza’s first song is her meeting him. Angelica’s first song is singing about wanting him. Washington - meeting Hamilton. Burr - Meeting Hamilton. Lafayette/Mulligan/Laurens - Meeting Hamilton. Could LMM (or anyone else) write a separate musical, putting those forgotten minorities at the forefront and spotlight, rather than casually tossed in somewhere in the middle of Hamilton’s bullshit? Absolutely. I’m half tempted to write the thing myself. But it wouldn’t have made sense for the musical to derail to a completely separate topic.

“We need to cancel Hamilton”

Which would not only put, again, thousands of POC out of work in theatre, but would also give racist people an excuse to blame it’s cancellation on

A. black people on stage, or

B. R&B/Hip-hop in theatre

Because you know they would use that. Racist-ass people will use literally any excuse they can use to go “See, see? I told you.” Hell, every time Obama sneezed when he was in office, it was “this is what happens when you have a black president”. If Hamilton suddenly gets snatched, even for “good” reasons (which I obviously don’t agree with, given this post), then that’ll just give racist critics and racists in general the excuse to go “See? That’s what happens when you put that many black people on Broadway” or “See? No one wants that black music on Broadway” (and I’ve heard that last one actually come out of someone’s mouth, so I know that one’s up there).

“Yeah, but it glorifies founding fathers who were slave owners”

Listen, if you heard Thomas Jefferson sing “lookin’ at the rolling hills, I can’t believe that we are free” and your response wasn’t “this absolute piece of shit-” then that’s on you, friend. Not the musical. I can’t name a single character (of the founding fathers) that was completely 100% shown in a positive light. Hell, you could call practically the entirety of Act 2 “Hamilton: An American Fucking Up Everything”. Even Washington, who I will admit is shown in an extremely positive light for 99% of the musical, is shown to not be 100% pure. 

Who, pray tell, would want to listen to a musical about “hey, this is a person. Now forget all this positive stuff they did. Here’s 2 hours about why this is a terrible person and you should hate them”. If it was about Hitler or something, someone that actively and purposefully hurt millions of people, then sure. That would be a bop. But it wasn’t. (And before someone tries to pull the “Hamilton’s family owned slaves!!!” thing, the family Hamilton married into owned slaves. And yes, Hamilton helped manage it. No, that’s not fucking good. But he also outwardly and aggressively fought against racist ideals preached by Jefferson, and his friend (though I know the “but I have a friend-” argument doesn’t work) John Laurens was an active abolitionist (and Hamilton supported this). It doesn’t make it right, okay, justified, or anything else, but you can’t argue that there isn’t a difference between “I actively believe slaves are below me, and I will purchase them for my own family because that is my right as an American” and “I just married this girl and now her dad just told me to do this and I’m not stupid enough to say no because fucking christ this man could ruin my life so okay???”. Hamilton’s assistance there wouldn’t have made or broken those people in servitude, but his active public fighting against racism and active refusal to purchase slaves of his own is telling.)

If you go into Hamilton with the mindset of “everything in this musical is 100% extremely accurate and absolute no creative liberties were taken to make it any more interesting” then that’s on your ignorance. No one is going to look at a 2-hour musical and go “yes. this is every single detail of this man’s life and he did Nothing Else Ever”. That’s not the point of it. Yeah, Hamilton was a shitty person. But guess what? Jefferson didn’t wear bright pink outfits, Lafayette didn’t rap at the speed of light, and King George wasn’t a pretty twink. It’s a musical. It is historically-based? Yes. But in the end, it is still a musical. I fully, whole-heartedly encourage people that both like and dislike the musical to go study. Listen to scholars when they say ‘this part was wrong’. Listen to historians when they point out extra details or missing points. But don’t expect every single aspect of his life to be in a two and a half hour long Broadway musical.

If you want the all-encapsulating form of his life, read a biography. If you want a bunch of extremely fucking talented POC people on a Broadway stage (something that doesn’t happen often, if you haven’t noticed. “The Color Purple” and Lion King are the only ones I can think of that have a majority POC/African American cast, and I don’t know if they’re even still on Broadway) rapping and singing and being just generally fucking awesome, then go watch Hamilton.

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Timothée with Lin-Manuel Miranda (2018 Oscars)

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OMG I DIDN’T KNOW THESE EXISTED MY TWO FAVES 🥺