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Vinessa outside the studios!!! (x)
it’s now mandated by law that every ha*milton rper has to make their crack tag ‘alexander hasn’t sinned’.
for my soulmate au, i headcanon that lafayette has several names on his body, some romantic, some platonic, but none more important than the other. this is the list of names he has, where they are located on his body, and other information about them:
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i’m taking this horse by the reigns making redcoats redder with B L O O D S T A I N S
( sel. & pri. FEMALE transgender musical-based LAFAYETTE. historical, modern & canon male cisgender verses included. penned by reid. )
laurens or hamilton?
make laf/gin choose between two people
In matters of the heart, Gilbert did not believe in rank. It was a notion that all people but him seemed to comprehend, that only one must reign supreme in the heart of each lover.
It seemed so foolish, even now as an old man, to say that humans were only made to love one other. They might as well have said that the sky was red or the ocean black: he already knew that such a theory was wrong. He had already been possessed, in more ways than one, and by more than one.
He could not say who he felt for first: the headstrong and brash John, or the eloquent and passionate Alexander. First didn’t matter; both of them owned his heart and soul. Days spent side-by-side on the fields of battle dissolved into nights of sweat and skin and soliloquies. It was not a passion borne out of necessity: it was the mingling of three hearts made one. Hamilton and Laurens, both of them were his.
And both of them were now gone. Victims of their own reckless passion, many had believed. Gilbert still tried to deny it, even to this day – but in heart, he knew they were right. His feathered boys, they had flown so high. Too high.
Gilbert had, too. But he had the misfortune to remain on earth with singed wings after his plummet. He sometimes wished he could join his young lovers and finally, finally, let one of his many crashes to the ground send him to the afterlife.
“I’ve never had to choose between them in this life, and I never will.” The answer was pulled from taut and tired lips, but his eyes were unfocused and glazed, directed to somewhere unseen.
It was a small hope that kept his wings afloat: that one day, he would be reunited with them both.
And he would never be asked to choose between the two halves of his soul again.
Gilbert Lafayette was assigned male at birth. It was the first of many times she proved the world wrong.
Born into the very definition of an upper-class Parisian family, Ginny always felt out of place in more ways than one. With a father who died when she was just an infant and an mother who’s only connection to her was through e-mail correspondence, the relations who remained always kept her at an arm’s length due to the fact that from a very young age, Geneviève was always quite certain that she was a girl. Despite this, to keep up appearances, her family sent her to the best schools and pushed her into all the appropriate social circles for her class – cocktail parties and formal gatherings, where it was apparent to everyone there that she would rather be anywhere else.
( Oh, but how they would have stared at their family if those people knew the truth. A simple threat muttered into an aunt’s ear that paid for future hormones and surgery and therapy. A year or two of homeschooling and some social blackmail, and no one was the wiser. Unloving relatives were the first to learn that it wasn’t wise to underestimate Geneviève Lafayette. )
At a young age, Ginny ( the name she preferred to be called by her friends – well, if she had any friends ) was restless and eager to help change the world. She was raised in a society stagnant and uninterested – France had become disillusioned with revolution centuries ago. She spent her teenage years railing against the laws that required anyone who was transgender in France to be sterilized in order to be recognized as their true gender, as well as the laws that forbade single or gay women to undergo assisted pregnancy, but the nationalistic people of France turned blind eye to deaf ear on the struggles of those who were different.
But she watched with wide-eyes at the sparks fanning into flames on the news across the ocean in America. If you asked her now, she couldn’t say why she always knew she would go there. A large reason was her wish to undergo hormone therapy and surgery without reliquishing her ability to reproduce, that was true. But as a wealthy woman in upper class society, why not stay where her mortality rate was significantly higher? ( Where prejudice and bigotry stifled her, but at least her oppression was quiet, as so many LBGTQ+ members had told her. ) It wasn’t rational, or logical. There was so much for her to lose.
America called to her, anyway, and she responded.
She asked her guardians if she could study overseas when she graduated, and when they refused, she applied for the top schools in America anyway. And then, shortly after her nineteenth birthday, with her mother and father’s inheritance finally passed down to her, she booked a plane ticket to America and never looked back.
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going to say a little bit that’s on my mind , all this in a way also ties in to whitewashing poc & using white fc’s for poc. honestly — if you whitewash , i am not following & interacting because it’s straight up offensive & continues to be such a problem i see constantly. fix your psd , rather that than offend tons of people. if you’re a hamilton musical blog ( particularly hamilton ) i ask of you , please do not have an alternate or historical fc that is white , because a. racist ( besides the point that hamilton is for poc , with poc , by a latino — race is not interchangeable. at all. ) b. highkey offensive , c. you’re missing the point of the musical. it’s so easy to find an alternative/historical faceclaim of color. i will not interact because of this reason as well. being someone of color , a latina , it is offensive & it makes me so uncomfortable. as well as changing a muses race or using non-poc for poc muses. anyway , this had been bothering me for days now. feel free to reblog.
Love does not stop when someone dies.
Jem Carstairs, City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare (via paperwhisperings)
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jack: love you too gin
who are you idk you
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tfw u wanna come back but u should probably remake
Muse when I was unemployed and had tons of time: nope not here can't find me Muse as soon as I hit busy peak at my new job: it's Ginny bitch @ me girl Me: /looks in the camera like I'm in the office
trans girl moodboard || requested my anon
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(EDIT: removed the picture of the non-binary person.)
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