#stephen price

[thejawsdevour]

Stephen Price (Italian-Ghanaian) - Between Us (oil, acrylic, charcoal, and soft pastels on canvas, 2025)

[bonsoir-oiseau]

It came out way too small but i'm proud of it nonetheless

[alexanderhamiltonhasafatass]

Can u draw Philip and Stephen in the modern universe

Do what you will with this

[yr-obedt-cicero]

Not that I condone Eacker's actions, but if two quirked up white boys who were drunk verbally harassed me

[illusoryfem]

The Horror Film, Stephen Price

[walsiegirl]

“Sure is a funky old house, ain’t it?”

- Stephen H. Price, House on Haunted Hill (1999, dir. William Malone)

Here’s sketch #5 in my GR Sketch-a-thon challenge, where I’m counting down to his 70th birthday in July by trying to doodle as many of his roles as possible: it’s Stephen H. Price, a role which plays homage to the great Vincent Price, in the remake of “House on Haunted Hill”. As a horror movie, it’s underwhelming, you’ll jump once or twice, but any Rush fan will enjoy the sheer amount of screen time he has and rejoice in seeing the amount of fun he has in this hammy role. 

I really struggled getting this drawing right which I’m sad about as I love his Stephen Price and he looks beaut in so many stills, I wanted to capture that but... failed. Sometimes I just can’t get my artistic shit together. I may draw him again at some point and try to do better. He’s too lush not to, I mean, look at him! 😘

And is it some kind of mystical dyad if you’re fave actor plays a tribute to another of your fave actors? I really love Vincent Price so HoHH is a total guilty pleasure. There are some shots that you glance at Geoff and you’re like “daaaamn, he looks like Vincent!” (And if you’ve not seen the original, it’s definitely worth a watch - it wasn’t what I was expecting, and it honestly made me jump at least once, which is as much as the remake managed to do. Plus you get to see Vincent in all his tall, handsome, hammy glory...)

And the rest of the Countdown-to-Geoff’s-70th-birthday sketches I’ve done so far:

Leon Trotsky (Frida, 2002)

The Marquis de Sade (Quills, 2000)

Harry Pendel (Tailor of Panama, 2001)

David Helfgott (Shine, 1996)

(Still open to requests for future sketches! Preferably obscure roles, I’ll get to Barbossa ofc further down the line.)

[hamiltalian-creates]

Little Hamilton oneshot or short fic of an AU where Philip lives?

(As a certified idiot, I wasn’t sure what you meant by little Hamilton, but I could try it if you explained what you meant. Anyways, here’s the first part of the Philip Lives fic!)

Summary: Some bullet wounds are survivable, which Philip finds out for himself. But that doesn’t mean that the wound (and the repercussions) won’t still hurt like hell. 

Pairings: None

Words: 1,482

Warnings: Philip gets shot

Quiet. Philip was an outgoing person, but he always did enjoy the quiet. And the quiet was what he needed to get where he was that morning. He needed to be quiet to get out of the house without waking his parents or, god forbid, his younger siblings. He needed to be quiet as he crossed into New Jersey for his duel, as he left his home to somewhere his duel would at least be less illegal. And now, there was a heavy quiet on the field as he and George Eacker stood on opposite sides, with nobody but a doctor and their seconds, Philip’s being his good friend, Stephen Price. 

“You look nervous, Pip,” Stephen noticed as his friend prepared for the moment. 

Philip almost laughed as he fidgeted with his pistol. “It’s my first duel, of course I’m nervous.”

“Well, don’t be,” Stephen reassured as he clapped his friend’s back. “You were there yesterday, Eacker didn’t harm me and he wouldn’t harm you.” 

Philip just nodded. 

“I’ll be right here if anything does go wrong. But nothing will.” He gave his friend a reassuring smile before the duel went on and the two men met in the middle. 

Philip took a deep breath as he found himself back to back with Eacker and began taking his ten paces. 

One. Two. 

At least he knew for sure that he wasn’t in the wrong. Eacker did insult his father and for that, he had to pay. 

Three. Four. 

Stephen was right. His duel with Eacker was proof that nothing too bad would happen. 

Five. Six. 

Philip just had to follow his father’s advice and everything would be okay. His father would never steer him in the wrong direction, would he? 

Seven-

Philip felt his mind go blank with nerves as the moment drew closer. It didn’t matter how much reassurance he received or how much he told himself that things were going to be okay, he was scared. 

So, when the moment came and Philip and George turned to face each other, the former couldn’t get himself to move and it seemed like the latter merely mirrored him. 

Seconds quickly turned to minutes as Philip stood across the field and his mind scrambled to remember everything his father had told him. Anything his father had told him. 

After what felt like hours, Philip slowly raised his gun and watched as George did the same. Just as his father had advised, Philip planned to raise his aim towards the sky, to show he had no intentions of letting anyone get injured that day-

His plans were interrupted by a loud bang in the air and a horrible burning sensation on his side. 

Philip fell to his knees and Stephen ran to his side, wildly gesturing to show that the duel was over and saying something that Philip couldn’t understand through the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. Philip pressed his hand to his side and attempted to calm himself down as it came back relatively clean, but the stripe of bright red on his hand kept him from doing that as it reminded him of a simple truth. He’d been shot. The bullet seemed to have only grazed his side, but all that meant was that had Philip shifted two inches to the right, he’d be dead. 

The doctor rushed over once the duel was officially ended and tended to Philip’s wound, Stephen holding Philip’s hand through the pain. 

“It’s going to hurt, but you’re going to be able to walk away from this just fine,” the doctor assured. 

“You hear that, Pip? A bullet couldn’t stop you if it tried,” Stephen joked, hoping to reassure his friend. 

Philip just nodded and kept taking deep breaths in and out, watching Eacker and his second leave the field. He may not have been too badly injured, but his ego sure was. After all, he’d lost the duel. He failed his father. 

“I’ve wrapped the wound. It should heal in a matter of weeks, at the most. For now, is there anywhere nearby where you could rest before going home? It’s best to refrain from walking as much as possible.” 

Philip thought for a second before nodding. “My aunt Angelica lives in Manhattan.” 

“I can help him hold his weight, easily,” Stephen said, proving so as he lifted Philip onto his back. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t strain himself too much.” 

The doctor nodded and left for his home, letting the two boys make their trek to the home of Angelica Church. 

“She’s going to kill me, Stephen. I believe she’d scalp me without hesitation when she hears about this.” 

Stephen chuckled. “I’d be more afraid of how your mother is going to react.” 

“Ma.. I didn’t even think about her reaction..” Philip never planned on telling his mother about the duel, he knew how opposed she’d be to such an event and how worried she’d be about him. Between all of his siblings, another on the way, and the tense relationship between her and his father, the last thing Philip wanted to do was stress her further. 

“I’m sure she’ll understand when you explain it.” 

Philip didn’t respond. He wasn’t so sure. He may have been a grown man, but nobody liked to see their parents so upset at each other. He had no idea how angry it would make her to know that it was his father who’d given Philip the advice that had gotten him hurt. 

Stephen sighed and realized that nothing was going to cheer up his poor friend, not that he could be blamed for his poor mood. He stayed silent the rest of the time as he carried his friend to his aunt’s home, Angelica herself being the one to open the door. 

“Good morning, aunt Angelica..” Philip muttered sheepishly. 

“Philip?.. What’s wrong, are you hurt?” she asked as she let Stephen inside. 

“Philip was in a duel with George Eacker and the coward shot him.”

“It was just a graze!” Philip quickly interjected, not wanting to worry her too badly. “The doctor said that it’ll heal on its own, I just need to rest..” 

Angelica gasped and quickly helped Stephen get Philip onto the couch, letting him lay down. “Why would you do such a thing? Have you lost your mind?!” 

“I wanted to defend my father’s honor,” Philip explained as he shifted a bit. “Stephen dueled him yesterday and neither of them were hurt, I’d assumed that today was going to follow suit.” 

“And what good that did you,” Angelica snapped before stopping herself. “Are you in any pain?” 

“A deep ache more than anything. I’ll be alright, I just need to rest.” 

“If you insist..” 

Philip nodded and let himself take a nap, waking up hours later to the sound of yelling at the door. 

“How could you let him do a thing like this?! I’d never even look at you again if he’d gotten severely injured!” 

“Angelica, please, just let me see him! He’s my son!” 

Philip sat up and took a deep breath before slowly pushing himself to his feet, groaning at the pain. His rest allowed it to settle to a dull ache, but the pressure of holding up his weight made it feel like someone had hit him in the side with a bat. 

Still, he knew this arguing wasn’t just going to end, so he pushed through the pain and moved towards the door until he could see his father. He was so worried and Philip felt guilty all over again, hoping that things would end well enough. 

“Philip!” Alexander cried out as he saw his son. He rushed past Angelica and towards his son, carefully grabbing his shoulders and looking at his pale face. “Oh, Philip.. What are you doing on your feet? You should be lying down..” 

“I heard you and aunt Angelica yelling.. I don’t want anyone fighting over a mistake that I made.” 

Alexander smiled sadly. Even he blamed himself for what happened to his son, but as upset as Philip seemed, he couldn’t bare to argue with him. “Alright.. We will try to keep it down as long as you promise to take it easy while you recover from this.” 

It sounded like something a parent would just say to calm down their child, but Philip wanted to be hopeful. “Thank you..”

“Of course.” Alexander smiled and kissed Philip’s forehead before taking him to sit back down. “I’ll be right here if you need me.” 

Philip smiled and laid back down, his head in his father’s lap. It was almost like he was a kid again, like the afternoons spend resting with his father whenever he became too ill to study or when Alexander let him have a break. He almost wished he was a kid again. Things were so much more simple back then. 

[izzygyrl]

“A Mr. Philip Hamilton”-Part 2/4 “Declarations of Love” {Teen Female!Reader x Teen!Philip Hamilton}

Imagine: Song One Shot: You and Philip have been friends for nine years. Philip now 16 you just newly turned 15, Philip is whisked away by society for he is a “man” now and you are “a young lady” and your parents tell you that things are going to be different from now on. 

Song: “Found Tonight” ---> CLICK HERE

Warnings: SUPER FLUFFY!!!!

Words: 2,453

Time Period: Hamiltime (1798)

Part One--->  CLICK HERE

Thoughts and Feedback welcome!!!!---> CLICK HERE

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“My child that’s just how things are!” You heard your mother’s voice, however the words she was saying hadn’t registered at all with you. You sat there on the sofa, in shock. You knew this day was bound to come but— “I just didn’t expect this day to come so soon.” You whispered, hoarsely. Your mother and father looked at each other helplessly. It broke their hearts to tell you this—to break your heart. To tell you, that you couldn’t see Philip Hamilton. Your best friend—your first friend. Your first love.                     ♪Have you ever felt like nobody was there?♪ Your father, now a rich, and successful merchant turned politician, paced in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back, his pacing footsteps muffled by the rug beneath his boots. Your mother sitting in a chair across from you, reached out a delicate hand to her husband, which he clasped tightly, both feeling hopeless as they watched their daughter’s heart break, as society broke into her care-free life. “You both are no longer children.” Your father said to you in a soft tone. “Philip has turned into a fine young man, and you, a fine young lady.” He said, as he gazed down at you. “If this is the price I must pay—.” You stopped mid-sentence, your voice so shaky you couldn’t even finish the sentence. You could barely breathe. Your father noticed and quickly rushed to your side grabbing your hands and giving them a light squeeze. Your mother called for the housekeeper to bring a glass of water and quickly.

                  ♪Have you ever felt forgotten in the middle of nowhere?♪ After what seemed like a lifetime a glass of water was placed into your hand and you heard your father’s soft voice in your ear, “Drink (Y/N).” You could hear the worry and concern in his voice. You gazed down at the water glass with hollow eyes before you lifted it numbly to your lips and took a small sip. You could barely get the clear liquid down. Your father took the glass from your hands and set it on the wooden side table next to the sofa you and he sat on. He then turned back towards you. “(Y/N), you know that it breaks my heart to tell you this. But as I said before, you and Philip are no longer children. Society believes you to be grown adults-Philip is an adult in the eyes of others! For you two to be seen together so frequently-people would begin to whisper and it would be improper.” With each word, his voice became softer and softer with sadness, as he saw your heartbroken reaction to this information. “But you’ll still see him!” Your mother pipped up comfortingly. Your father nodded. “Of course you will…but it will be different than when you were children.” He said. You nodded and swallowed. “Does Philip know?” You asked. Your father gazed at you with a thoughtful gaze. “If he hasn’t already, I’m sure Secretary Hamilton and Mrs. Hamilton will tell him the same thing we’re tell you now.” He said softly. You felt your breaths becoming shorter, as you were on the verge of sobbing. If only your parents knew how much you and Philip meant to each other. They believed that you were only childhood friends. ‘If they only knew.’ You thought to yourself. You stood up quickly causing your mother and father to rise as well. “I understand. May I be excused to my room?” You asked, looking to both of your parents, trying to make sure your voice sounded steady. Your mother seemed about to protest, but your father gave her a quick glance and she stopped what she was about to say. Your father then nodded. “Of course (Y/N). We’re here if you need anything.” He said, before he stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. “We love you sweetheart.” He whispered. You nodded and gave his cheek a kiss. “Thank you Papa.” You said. You then walked over to your mother who gave you a sympathetic look, and took your hands in hers and you kissed each other’s cheeks. You then briskly walked to your room as quickly as possible, and once the door was closed you broke down. The birds tweeted outside your window where the garden was.                       ♪Have you ever felt like you could disappear? ♪                       ♪Like you could fall, and no one would hear? ♪ You quieted your sobs biting onto the fabric of your handkerchief that you always kept close to you. Why did life have to be this way? Why did you have to follow these rules? It made you want to scream. It made you angry. You then had a revelation come to you. Jumping up you ran to your writing desk. Grabbing a quill and ink and a new piece of parchment, you quickly began to write.                       ♪Well, let that lonely feeling wash away♪

My dearest Philip,        My father and mother have broken the news to me, that society demands that we don’t see each other in the fashion that we have been doing so these past nine years. If only they knew. No matter what, my feelings do not change for you as I hope yours do not for me. Know that you will always be in my heart, as my closest companion, my first friend, and the most important of all, my first love. I don’t care what society thinks, for love conquers all don’t you think? If you feel the same way, please respond if possible—send me some message or sign if you haven’t already.

        Your loving (Y/N)

You quickly placed the letter in an envelope before sealing it with your personal seal. You watched as the red wax hardened, before you stood up. As you were putting your quill and ink away, there was a faint tapping on your window. You spun around startled, a hand flying to your chest. You saw the silhouette of a figure outside, and quickly ran to the window, pushing the curtain aside and saw Stephen Price, a friend of Philip’s that he had introduced to you. He was glancing around worriedly as you opened the window.   “Stephen what are you doing here? My parents are home—if they see you sneaking around—.” You started. “I brought a message from Philip.” He said, which shut you up immediately. You gasped and watched as he took a neat letter from his satchel. You snatched it from him and quickly broke the seal. You scanned the letter quickly. When you found what you wanted, you looked at Stephen, and held up a hand. “I have something for you to give to him.” You said, running to your writing desk and grabbing the letter. You quickly went back to the window and handed it to the young man. “Thank you for doing this Stephen.” You whispered to him. He smiled at your thanks and bowed his head. “Anything for you and Philip, Miss. (L/N).” He then quickly put away your letter in his satchel. “I’ll make sure Philip gets this.” He said with a smile. “Thank you so much. Now you better go before anyone sees you!” You said glancing around, checking for anyone. “And deliver that straight into Philip’s hands and nobody else’s!” You said to him urgently. He bowed, and assured you he would. Then he was gone. You quickly went back to the letter and read it, your heart pounding. You ran your thumb over Philips red seal, the familiar sight giving you comfort. You then opened the letter, and began to read, easily translating Philips script. My darling (Y/N),        I hope this reaches you in good time. My parents told me I must not see you like we have been since our childhood. In my father’s own words, ‘you are a man now Philip. (Y/N) is a fine young lady, but you must start taking some responsibility in the house as the young man that you are. You must present yourself as the young man I know you are. And that starts today.’        But my darling if becoming a young man means leaving you behind, then I wish to become nothing of the kind! Know that I care for you and love you. And that I will always love you. You may see less of me, we may be kept apart by our parents, and the rules of society but know that my love will only grow for you, and does every day. We will get through this my dearest. Have hope. I love you.           Your Loving Philip                                           ♪All we see is light♪               ♪'Cause maybe there's a reason to believe you'll be okay♪ You gazed at Philip’s signature for what seemed like hours. He felt the same way you did. He loved you. You closed the letter and quickly put it in a special, and secret spot and felt more hopeful than you had ever felt.

MEANWHILE AN HOUR OR TWO LATER: Stephen Price arrived at the Hamilton residence later in the day. He knew that Mr. Hamilton, Philips father was a very clever man, and would notice something out of the ordinary immediately. Taking a deep breath, the young man walked up the steps of the townhouse and quickly knocked on the door. After a few moments the door opened, and there stood Secretary Hamilton, his wife, Mrs. Hamilton behind him. Mr. Hamilton didn’t even seem surprised to see Stephen Price. He gave his son’s friend a warm smile. Stephen gave a nod of respect to the older man. “Mr. Price, what a pleasant surprise.” Alexander Hamilton said in greeting. “Good afternoon Secretary Hamilton. Is Philip home?” Stephen asked. “Yes he is. Please come in!” Alexander Hamilton replied, opening the door for the young man to walk through. The young man cleared his throat. “With all due respect sir, I am only going to be here for a few moments. I have something to tell your son.” Mr. Hamilton shared a curious look with his wife, before turning back to the young man. “Well Philip is home but if you are in a rush I can give the message to him if you wish.” He said concerned. Stephen gave a small smile to his friend’s father before clearing his throat once more out of nervousness. “Once again with all due respect, I have something to speak to Philip about privately and it’s for his ears alone.” Stephen Price said. Alexander Hamilton didn’t say anything, before he slowly nodded. “I’ll send for him. But while I do, I really do insist you come inside.” The older man said with a smile. With a reluctant nod, Stephen stepped into the house and stood there as Mr. Hamilton closed the door. He gave a respectful bow to Mrs. Hamilton, before turning to her husband. “Please follow me to the parlor where you can wait while I get Philip.” Mr. Hamilton said. 

With a nod the young man followed Secretary Hamilton through the house, as he led him to a room. He then told the young man to wait, and went to grab his son. Within two minutes, Philip came into the room, his father following behind. Philip shot his friend a worried look as he walked into the room. They greeted each other, and then Philips father nodded to both young men. “I’ll leave you two then.” He then turned, and exited the room, closing the two solid white French doors behind him. Once the doors closed, both young men let out a breath of relief and greeted each other with smiles. “Did you give (Y/N) the letter?” Philip Hamilton asked frantically. Stephen nodded and dug the young lady’s own letter out of his satchel. “She seemed very happy to receive it and told me to make sure this was delivered to your hands and your hands alone.” He said, and gave Philip the letter. Philip quickly broke the seal and scanned the letter, his mouth firmly pressed. Then he began to smile. The longer he read, the bigger the smile. He then folded the letter and gazed at his friend, his eyes ablaze with happiness. “She loves me.” He said in a gleeful tone. Stephen smiled at the sight of his friend’s happiness. “I wish you both the best.” He said clapping his friend on the shoulder. Philip nodded. “Thank you Stephen. And thank you for doing this for us. We owe you.” He said. Stephen couldn’t help but chuckle. “Seeing you happy my dear Philip is payment enough.” He said. “Now I must be going. I hope things work out for you and Miss (L/N).” He said before closing his satchel once more and straightening his coat. Philip nodded. “Thank you my friend.” Philip then delicately placing the letter into his inner breast coat pocket. Then, the two young men exited the room and walked back to the front door. Both Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton were in the next room, Alexander at his writing desk, Eliza on one of the cushioned chairs, sewing. At the sound of voices, Alexander looked up from his work and peered over his glasses at the entrance to the house. He saw Philip and his friend Stephen Price shake hands, as if a deal or some other conversation had gone down, before Philip opened the door, letting his friend leave the house, calling out a final farewell. When the door closed, both Eliza and Hamilton shared a look. Holding his gaze with his wife he called out, “Philip!” He turned and watched as his son entered the room, stopping to stand in the doorway. He glanced at his mother before turning to his father. “Yes Papa?” He asked. Alexander peered at his son through his glasses. “Is everything alright?” He asked his son. Philip nodded quickly, “Of course Father. Stephen just came to ask me some advice about a situation from last week.” Philip quickly lied. The eldest Hamilton child could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he held his father’s gaze, praying he wouldn’t question the fib. Then his father nodded. “Alright then.” He said. He then watched his son turn and exit the room and run upstairs. He glanced at his wife and let a smile fall on his lips. “Does he think we don’t know?” He asked his wife, who smiled as she went back to her needlework.  “Young love…” She said with a light giggle. Alexander chuckled and nodded in agreement, before he went back to his work, a silent prayer in his mind that Philip and you remain safe.