#sad lams

[revolutionary-demosthenes]

I particularly love this part “so your impatience to have me married is misplaced; a strange cure by the way, as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now.”

Like, the implications. It’s so rare to see Hamilton so direct and not talking like he’s dancing around everything. This is so direct and clear.

First, Laurens was impatient for Hamilton to get married.

Then the diction Hamilton uses: Laurens saw it as a cure. A cure. That’s heartbreaking.

The positioning of matrimony as something that would destroy their relationship. This quote is insane, this whole letter is just. Yea

Yea :,)

[glubberr]

Guess who's halfway done with their Helpless animatic after 4 months 🙃

[dads-back-from-the-store]

I realized something the other day. I mean, I sort of already knew this, but I just fully realized this.

John’s last words are quoting Alexander.

Alexander’s last words are quoting John.

John: (From Laurens interlude)

“I may not live to see our glory,

...

But I will gladly join the fight.

...

And when our children tell our story,

They’ll tell the story of tonight.

...

Tomorrow there’ll more of us...“

(That’s quoting Alexander from The Story of Tonight)

Alexander: (from the world was wide enough)

“Raise a glass to freedom..”

(That’s quoting John, also from The Story of Tonight)

So first off, that’s lams as fuck.

Second off, when The Story of Tonight happened seems like it was a really important night for them, even though all they were doing was getting drunk and having a very nice time. This means they both made memories out of the times they spent together, even if they weren’t very important. They made memories out of literally just being drunk and spending time with each other and prioritized it as the last thing they would ever say.

(yes I know it might not have been like this irl but I’m talking about the musical)

im not crying ;’(

[luleecebs]

"I catch a glimpse of the other side"

Don't listen to The World Was Wide Enough in repeat, kids.

One of the very few pieces I did completly on digital media and I didn't hate.

[imaginehamilton]

idk where I was going with this soooo

Alexander was sat at his desk, his face in his palms. It had been 5 months since he had received the letter from John’s father. Hercules had stopped by after also receiving the same letter. They couldn’t believe the reckless artist was actually gone. Now, with his wife asleep, Alexander read over the letter once more, by the candle that was lit on his desk. He had kept the letter to remember his best friend by. As he read through letter, Alexander’s eyes started welling up with tears. His mind was floating back to the days of the revolution, the night that him, John, and Lafayette would start up, under the stars, talking about politics. A bitter smiled formed on Alexander’s face as those memories flooded back into his mind. He knew he should live in the past. He knew that he shouldn’t get lost to the shadows of time past. It hurt. The night he had spend with John had now become more bitter than sweet. Upon first hearing the news, Alexander was angry. Since then, anger had turned to denial and, finally, acceptance. He missed the artist more than he could say.

‘Heh…’ Alexander thought, ‘The man with so much to say was rendered wordless.’

And, it was true. Angelica had always called him ‘a man with so much to say.’ In part it was true, another part was that he had loved to speak for people. He hid his face once more in his hands as he thought about the revolution. The first time John and him met was at a bar with Aaron when he had first gotten to New York. The moment their eyes met was the moment Alexanders soul lit on fire. The young man’s shoulders started to shake slightly as he held back his tears. Alexander looked up and gazed at the candle. It had looked like two figures were dancing around the the fire.

Mod Johnny boi ;>

[imaginehamilton]

Today is a sad lams (sorry lol)

Alex stared down at his phone. He didn’t know how long he was staring at the Instagram screen. When he saw the picture that Hercules had sent him, his heart plummeted. A picture that Thomas had posted of him on John in bed together. Sure he wasn’t that best boyfriend to John… But he loved him with all he had. John went and cheated on him… With his mortal enemy! Hercules and Lafayette had walked into his room, commenting that it was dark but didn’t turn the light on. The moment Lafayette and Hercules sat down, Alex dissolved into a sobbing mess. His chest ached. He felt empty inside. He curled into a ball as sobs racked his body.

“Just… Let it out, Alex.” Lafayette said softly, pulling the small man close to their body.

“How… H-how could… How c-could he!” Alex said between sobs, trying to slow his tears.

He wanted to have a life with John.Wanted to spend rainy days wrapped in each others arms.  They had been together for over 3 years. Alex kept taking jobs in order to buy a ring for his boyfriend.  He knew that he was busy. He knew. But he didn’t do anything to fix it or even attempt to tell John why. They say Alex gets too wrapped up in his work. To wrapped up to see that the one person he loved the most was slowly drifting away.

After a few moments and many more tears, the door to their apartment unlocked. Hercules ad Lafayette shared a brief glance, John had come home. Due to their apartment lay out, John and Alex shared the living room as their bedroom while Hercules and Lafayette shared the one actual bedroom. It was cheaper. John walked in and stopped in the doorway of the apartment. He looked like a mess, his curly hair wasn’t brushed, his shirt wasn’t tucked in, and he was carried a jacket and his shoes. Alex looked up. He looked eyes with John and anger filled the spot of emptiness.

“I’m…” John started slowly, the weight of Alex’s glare was bearing down on him,” I’m… sorry.” He said slowly,” I had… Frustrations…”

“That doesn’t fix any of this.” Alex said softly, yet somehow, dangerously dark,” How could you?”

John crossed his arms,” How could you not realize that I wasn’t happy?”

“How can I know if you don’t tell me!” Alex said, uncurling himself and standing up. Hercules and Lafayette got up and went to their room slowly, this wasn’t their fight.

John threw his jacket onto his bed and ran his fingers through his slightly matted hair,” I couldn’t tell you because you were never around! You always had your face stuck in your work! Did you never think about how that made me feel?!”

Tears started streaming from Alex’s eyes slowly,” I tried getting days off! Being in politics isn’t exactly a walk in the park!” He said loudly.

‘You could have talked to me or even texted me!” John said, holding up his phone. The screen was shattered. Normally he took great care of his phones,” You know how much a ‘hey, hope you have a good day’ means?!”

Alex wiped his eyes,” Of course I do!” He said. He could feel his heart ripping itself apart. He hated fighting,” I love you with all of my life! I couldn’t have stopped loving you even if I tried!”

John could feel his eyes start welling up. No, he couldn’t start this… Not in front of Alex, of all people,” I love you! You were just to be too damn busy to notice that I wasn’t happy with you being away and always busy! I never saw you!”

Alex lowered his head, letting his hair cover his face. His body was visibly shaking. He reached into his pocket, feel the little ring in it. Alex pulled it out slowly, tears running down his face. He opened his hand to reveal the ring to John and looked at the man in front of him,” This is why I was so damn busy… I wanted to spend my whole life with you ever since we first met.”

John furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the ring. His head was spinning. Alex had bought a ring…? He was sure that Alex was just a workaholic. Of all the things he thought would happen, this was last on this list. He took a step toward Alex but froze as the ring fell to the floor.

“But,” Alex said darkly,” I guess you had other things in mind.” He pushed past John and left the apartment. He needed a break.

~Mod Johnny Boi 

((I’m going be doing these everyday, if I do more Hamilton ones, do y’all want me to post them?

[imaginehamilton]

Tomorrow is gonna be

Sad Lams

Mod Johnny boi

[imaginehamilton]

Sad lams as promised <3

Sorry not sorry

John had escaped into the bathroom. His heart ached. He was, of course, happy for Alex and Eliza. After all, they were both his best friends. But he heart still aches for something that could have been. He opened one of the stalls and sat on the toilet before tears started streaming down his face. John clutched his chest tightly. He hadn’t heard Hercules come into the bathroom.

The tailor leaned against the door and hummed softly, “You know, you’re missing the party?” He asked softly.

John jumped slightly and rubbed his eyes, “I… I know…” He whispered, “I don’t… I can’t…” The young artist was at a loss for words.

Hercules nodded a little and pushed open the door, “Come here, you could use a hug.” He spoke gently, like someone trying to comfort a terrified child.

John slowly stood up and practically collapsed into his friends arms. He started sobbing uncontrollably. He still loved the writer with all his heart, but he didn’t fess up soon enough and now his chance with Alex is gone to the wind. There was nothing left of the bond they had shared. Hercules gently rubbed the artists back, mumbling words of empathy. John had hid his face against the other man’s chest. They had always joked the Hercules was the mom friend of the group. John never really heeded that until now. Boy, was it accurate. After a little while, Lafayette had also come to the bathroom, more than likely to check on John and Hercules. Upon seeing John, Lafayette embraced both men and softly said group hug. John laughed ever so slightly and leaned into both of his friends. It would be fine. Everything will work out in the end. It’s not like this was the end of the line for John, right?

A few months after the wedding, John was in South Carolina, leading a group of troops. The redcoats hadn’t gotten the word that the war was over. John was positioned on his horse when he felt an excruciating pain in his side. He screamed and grabbed at his side, falling off his horse. It was night time. The sky was covered in stars. His soldiers had tried to start the bleed, to no avail. John had shooed the men away, begging them to run. Which they did after a few second. John laid on his back, gazing up at the stars. This was like the night him Alex and Lafayette would spend talking about politics. John smiled at the memory and closed his eyes. He wondered if Alex was looking up at the sky at that moment. There was nothing left for him on this planet. It was time for him to move on. As that thought faded and had been replaced with his loves face, John slowly faded out of consciousness.