#hamilton textposts

[yourhighness6]

Saw this and immediately thought of her

[thathamiltonadict]

At a dinner

James: hey dadd-t-thomas, can you pass the salt

G Wash: *spits water*

Alexander, Laff, Laurens and Mulligan: sniggering

[bees-with-tophats]

Hamilton in Take a Break: ah yes I love all of the Schuyler sisters equally! Angelica, Eliza and uh (looks at smudged writing on hand) Peppery!

[gregoryslawyer]

Eliza: YOU HAD SEX WITH HER!?

Hamilton: IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!

[antipotatosocial]

Alex: trust me, you don’t want this young man’s blood on your conscious

Phillip: you can’t have a young’s man blood on your conscious if you’re not conscious

[seokwinkle]

the story of tonight - laurens solo

I may not live to see our glory

But I will gladly join the fight

And when these fangirls tell my story

They’ll tell the story of how I died

[hipfoxin]

“Bi and bi until you die.”

- Alexander Hamilton

[dieofirrelevance]

The real reason why Lin-Manuel Miranda created Hamilton: to shit on John Adams

No John Trumbull (cut song): “Vice President John Adams sends his regards he won't be joining us, he had to be home in Massachusetts for family reasons” “Tell him to stay home!” “He can do the same amount from there!”

Take a Break: “Angelica, tell my wife that John Adams doesn’t have a real job anyway.”

I know him: “John Adams?” “That can’t be, that’s that little guy that spoke to me” “That poor man they’re going to eat him alive.” “President John Adams...Good luck!”

An open letter (cut song + extension of ‘The Adams Administration’): Literally the whole song is just Hamilton wrecking John Adams...Here is the entire song

“An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President John Adams” “The man's irrational. He claims that I'm in league with Britain in some vast international intrigue.” “Bitch, please! “You wouldn't know what I'm doin', you're always goin' berserk but you never show up to work. Give my regards to Abigail next time you write about my lack of moral compass, at least I do my job up in this rumpus.” “The line is behind me, I crossed it again while the president lost it again. Aw, such a rough life better run, tell your wife “Yo, the boss is in Boston again!” Let me ask you a question, who sits at your desk when you're in Massachusetts? They were calling you a dick back in '76 and you really haven't done anything new since. You're a nuisance with no sense, you'll die of irrelevance.” “Go ahead, call me the devil, you aspire to my level, you inspire to malevolence. Say hi to the Jeffersons and the spies all around me maybe they can confirm. I don't care if I kill my career with this letter, I'm confining you to one term: Sit down, John, you fat motherfucker!

The Election of 1800: “John Adams shat the bed, and I love the guy but he’s in traction.”