i think faster than i can type

I write things sometimes

[theclonewriter-blog]

“This is your daily, friendly reminder to use commas instead of periods during the dialogue of your story,” she said with a smile.

[onewordtest]

“Unless you are following the dialogue with an action and not a dialogue tag.” He took a deep breath and sat back down after making the clarifying statement. 

[joehywheelah]

“However,” she added, shifting in her seat, “it’s appropriate to use a comma if there’s action in the middle of a sentence.”

[tenoko1]

“True.” She glanced at the others. “You can also end with a period if you include an action between two separate statements.”

[cj-amused]

Things I didn’t know

[prismatic-bell]

“And–” she waved a pen as though to underline her statement–“if you’re interrupting a sentence with an action, you need to type two hyphens to make an en-dash.”

[jawnwats-deactivated20160713]

You guys have no idea how many students in my advanced fiction workshop didn’t know any of this when writing their stories.

[this-user-writes-things]

Masterlist

Character x Reader Fics

John Laurens

If you weren’t sick

Lafayette

How Dare You

Philip Hamilton

You Are My Sunshine

Angelica Schuyler

One Becomes Two

Ship Fics

Laurens x Hamilton

Picnic

[this-user-writes-things]

Picnic || Hamilton x Laurens

Prompt I want it to be a surprise so it’s at the end

TWs None that I know of

Word Count 320 

John looked up from where he sat near a grassy hill when he heard the faint noise of the gate closing. He saw Alexander carrying a basket and a blanket. John felt his lips lift into a smile. He came. John waved, but Alex hadn't seen; he was busy closing the gate. John waited for Alex to meet him where he stood at the foot of the hill. Once Alexander was close, John raced up the hill. Alex soon caught up. "Hey, John. Happy birthday." John caught Alex smiling as he laid out the blanket and set up the food. "Thanks, Alexander. But you know that you coming here is enough. You didn't have to bring a picnic," John chuckled but sat on the blanket anyway. Alexander began talking, occasionally eating the food he'd brought along in his basket. "I wish I could come more often, Jack. Washington is having me write more." "I don't mind, Alex. Just as long as I get to see you, then I'll be alright. You should still take a break if you get too stressed with your writings," John reminded and leaned against the stone he'd sat near. He wasn't hungry, so he let Alexander eat alone. He didn't seem to mind, as he hadn't made a comment on it yet. The two sat in a comfortable silence while Alex ate, John watching him, occasionally looking around. "Well, I should be going, now. Goodbye, John." John watched as Alex leaned in to kiss John, eyes closed. John went to embrace Alex but shivered as Alex phased through John. Alex kissed the headstone John leaned against. Alex sat up again and sighed. "I can't wait to see you again, John." Alex packed up everything into the basket. John stood up with Alex and watched as he left the graveyard. "Goodbye, my love," John breathed out.

Prompt A has picnic at B’s grave

[this-user-writes-things]

One Becomes Two || Angelica x Reader

Prompt He was a dreamers, she was a warrior (Made both female because why not?)

TWs Cussing? (Only like one word) Tell me if theres any youd like me to include

Word Count 458

You watched the crowd of people wearing pink hats and holding signs march by on the streets of New York City. You were participating in the women’s march, wearing a pink cat ear hat and holding a sign above your head. You’d painted it more detailed than others had with their signs, but it was in your artistic nature to put in more detail. Now, you stood to the side, leaning against a building, still holding your sign up. You were a bit tired from walking, so you’d decided to rest. A stout woman in a baby pink outfit offered you a bottled water with a kind smile, which you gladly accepted. You thanked her, and she went back to a tall, bald man, who was also wearing pink. You let the sign lean against the wall and twisted the cap off the bottle. You drank a few gulps until you heard shuffling next to you, causing you to lower the bottle. You turned to see a man grabbing your sign. You shouted at him to give it back, and as you went to grab the sign, he shoved you away. You narrowed your eyes and threw your water at him. He shoved you to the ground and snapped the sign in two. You felt tears brim your eyes; you'd worked so hard on it, and he ruined it. “Hey!” Your head snapped to where the voice had come from to see a woman stomping over, her curls bouncing with every step she took. “How much of a prick do you have to be to shove a beautiful young woman down, as well as break her amazing sign?” The man stared, dumbfounded as the woman shouted at him. Seeing a chance to get the sign, she grabbed the two halves from his hands and shooed him away. The woman turned to you, still on the ground. “You okay?” She smiled kindly and held out her hand. You nodded and grabbed her hand, standing up. She gave the sign back to you, and you sighed. “Its ruined now..” The woman chuckled and shook her head. You’d like to hear the sound of her laugh more often, you decided. “Nah. Just use two hands to hold it up!” She smiled and turned to leave. “W-Wait!” You called. She stopped and turned around. “I don't have anyone to march with, and you seem nice, so I was wondering if you wanted to march with me..?” You trailed off, looking at your feet. You saw another pair of shoes enter your field of vision. A hand came under your chin, guiding your head up to look at her. “Of course, love. My name is Angelica.”

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Prompt #349

She was a warrior and he was a dreamer. She was the brain and the brawn and he was the heart.

[this-user-writes-things]

YO I GOT INSPIRATION SO IMMA WRITE THIS

[imagineham]

hey all hamilton imagine blogs !!

if you’re a hamilton imagine / hamilton x reader blog, you should reblog this post and add what name you go by in the tags !

i’ll take the username of every imagine blog that reblogs this and add it to a giant list that we can all use to get to know each other better and form a stronger community !!

[chuckisgod]

Me! I write things… Not very many things yet but I do.

[nonstop-smashing-expectations]

I don’t write only Hamilton x reader or Hamilton imagines but could I possibly be added to this list too?

[spideyklena-deactivated20181123]

Heyo! I’m Reiley and I write Hamilton Cast and now some Hamilton Character reader inserts! :)

[edgelordtozier]

I write hamilton cast and character x readers that are pretty trash but, hey. My name is Haley!!

[mediumpriced-deactivated2017101]

My blogs a fucking mess but I do write hamilfics!

[this-user-writes-things]

im madi (she/them please) and i write sometimes,,

[this-user-writes-things]

i get really upset when theres not a masterlist for a blog but i dont have one pBf

[deadblog-newaccountinbio]

Ant request: The reader is coming to see the show for the first time. with Ant as her bf, shes super hyped. But when he comes on stage and starts singing, all u can hear is the cheers of one particular person; the reader. Embarrassed!Ant is all i need lmao. all the rest of the casts gives him shit for it too. sorry if this dosn't make sense.

oh my god this already has me laughing, I’ll take this one as well!

[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[vernvirt]

Okay, but @serkewen12 and @imaginebeinghamiltrash I SEE YOU REBLOGGING THIS AND LIKE,,, ?????

Y'ALL ARE AMAZING, BOO

YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BE INSECURE

[deadblog-newaccountinbio]

This is so kind of you😭😭 thank you so much love❤️❤️

[satansnumberonehooker]

Fifty ‘’I found you’’ OTP Prompts

(I’m a big fan of prompt lists so I thought I’d make my own! Inspired by x so go check it out! If you use these I’d love to see the finished work, so feel free to tag me if you’d like!)

I found you

Giggling like a child, without a trace of past sadness

Snuggling into my chest, refusing to let my hand go

Covered in a pile of crisp autumn leaves

Sand covering your toes, ocean waves crashing into a lullaby at sunset

Freezing in the snow

Tears streaming down your cheeks, pain hidden from me once again

With the stuffed animal I won for you at the festival

Moonlight reflected in your eyes, balcony overlooking the sky

Hand buried inside of your underwear, my name whimpered on your lips

Planning a surprise party for me

Bloody and bruised in a strange alleyway, so far from home 

Snuggling with my jacket, peacefully asleep

Petting a small dog, being ridiculously cute

Ordering ice cream for us both, and spilling yours

In bed with someone else, screaming their name instead of my own

In the bathroom at a formal event, crying in the bathroom over how you saw yourself as ugly

At the park, resting in the grass with no care in the world

Waiting for me

Drunk, at the end of your rope

In a bubble bath you filled for us both

With a broken ankle

In a place you should have never been

Looking like an angel

Sunbathing by the pool on a lazy Sunday afternoon

Far too late

Gasping for air

Wide awake, unable to sleep without me

Panicking, our child about to be delivered

Before everything changed

Trying on your favorite outfit, air escaping from my lungs in wonder

Grasping to hold onto me

With a blush on your cheeks

Tickling my sides

In a pool of your own blood

After many years

Your eyes heavy, nightmares robbing you of sleep

Angry at me, refusing to look me in the eyes

Screaming in terror 

Dancing under the stars, myself watching with your reflection sparkling in my eyes

At the happiest you had ever been

While dressing for our wedding

Chasing butterflies

Watching me while I sweat from exercising

Baking pastries for me

While you were dying

A snowflake on your nose

Where I should have been looking in the first place

Before my last breath

In another universe

In the afterlife

[a-schuylerr]

send me one with a ship!

[luxet]

Unusual Asks

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

is your room messy or clean?

what color are your eyes?

do you like your name? why?

what is your relationship status? 

describe your personality in 3 words or less

what color hair do you have?

what kind of car do you drive? color?

where do you shop?

how would you describe your style?

favorite social media account

what size bed do you have? 

any siblings?

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?

favorite snapchat filter? 

favorite makeup brand(s)

how many times a week do you shower?

favorite tv show?

shoe size?

how tall are you?

sandals or sneakers? 

do you go to the gym? 

describe your dream date

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?

what color socks are you wearing? 

how many pillows do you sleep with?

do you have a job? what do you do? 

how many friends do you have? 

whats the worst thing you have ever done? 

whats your favorite candle scent? 

3 favorite boy names

3 favorite girl names

favorite actor? 

favorite actress? 

who is your celebrity crush?

favorite movie? 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? 

money or brains? 

do you have a nickname? what is it? 

how many times have you been to the hospital?

top 10 favorite songs

do you take any medications daily? 

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)

what is your biggest fear? 

how many kids do you want? 

whats your go to hair style?

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) 

who is your role model? 

what was the last compliment you received?

what was the last text you sent?

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?

what is your dream car? 

opinion on smoking?

do you go to college? 

what is your dream job? 

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? 

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? 

do you have freckles? 

do you smile for pictures?

how many pictures do you have on your phone? 

have you ever peed in the woods? 

do you still watch cartoons? 

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?

Favorite dipping sauce? 

what do you wear to bed? 

have you ever won a spelling bee?

 what are your hobbies?

can you draw? 

do you play an instrument?

what was the last concert you saw? 

tea or coffee?

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?

do you want to get married?

what is your crush’s first and last initial?

are you going to change your last name when you get married? 

what color looks best on you? 

do you miss anyone right now? 

do you sleep with your door open or closed?

do you believe in ghosts?

what is your biggest pet peeve? 

last person you called`

favorite ice cream flavor? 

regular oreos or golden oreos? 

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? 

what shirt are you wearing? 

what is your phone background?

are you outgoing or shy?

do you like it when people play with your hair?

do you like your neighbors? 

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?

have you ever been high? 

have you ever been drunk? 

last thing you ate? 

favorite lyrics right now

summer or winter? 

day or night? 

dark, milk, or white chocolate? 

favorite month? 

what is your zodiac sign

 who was the last person you cried in front of? 

[momentsthatthewordsdontreac-blog]

These are cute and I’m not, so hit me up😊

[this-user-writes-things]

a sk me things

[this-user-writes-things]

when you write things but dont post them bc you think they aren't quite as good as they can be but you cant find any way to make it better ?

[itsquietuptwon]

Use Somebody (Prologue) - LMM x Reader

Summary: [Artist!AU] A painter lost for inspiration wanders the streets of New York at 4:00AM. Upon entering a coffee shop with only one other customer, he finds his brand new muse.

Words: 1,014

A/N: (Read the first two tags) woah, sorry i’ve been so MIA recently! i have lots of big exams coming up guys and i’ve been studying (or trying to). Once exams are finished however, expect the first real part of this to be uploaded. Its not my best, but i’ve deleted all my other fics so i hope you enjoy.

Tagging: @pearltheartist , @seasnavi , @hamwriters

Warnings: I know nothing about NYC. i don’t know the names of streets or anything like that. don’t yell at me i’m sorry. Also, It’s written kinda badly… I’m sorry.

Lin sits on the same small, wooden stool that he’s sat on for years. The familiar creaking sounding from below him as he shifts in the chair, reaching to grab the palette covered in blobs of paint.

Glasses low on his face, he lifts the brush to meet the empty canvas. He’s ready to start decorating the emptiness with strokes of paint, splashing different colours here and there creating something beautiful just like he always does.

But, all the brush does is hover in front of the canvas, his hand shaking slightly. His brows furrow while he searches deep in every corner of his mind for something, anything that will give him smallest ounce of inspiration or motivation to continue creating.

Still, nothing.

Keep reading

[itsquietuptwon]

Hey yall, i wanna reblog this again because i might delete it soon because, i know this sounds silly, but if people aren’t gonna read or enjoy it then i don’t really know if i’ll continue it.

[this-user-writes-things]

You Are My Sunshine

imma do all the tws and word count in the morning but theres a funeral and a car crash. also soulmate au where when you look in your soulmates eyes, your world gets brighter. you can still see color before, but when you meet em they just seem brighter PHILIP X READER WEE i need sleep You are my sunshine You met your soulmate at 17, when you had dropped your things in the library and he rushed to help. "Lemme help you with that!" You heard a voice from your right. You looked up to see a freckled boy with wild hair kneeling down to help you. When he sat down, you looked into his eyes, and your breath caught in your throat as the world became more vibrant. You couldnt explain it, but it was beautiful. He had a look of amazement and disbelief on his face, and then his lips turned up into a grin. "My name's Philip Hamilton. Wanna go get lunch together and talk?" My only sunshine You'd accepted, and you and Philip got to know each other. He took you home to introduce you to his parents, the entire walk there, you were looking around at all the beautiful colors you saw while he had trained his eyes on you. You make me happy You and Philip had celebrated your 2 year anniversary two weeks ago, and you were currently sat in the library, where the two of you first met. You were surrounded by books and papers. College was cruel to you, and you were running on a mix of coffee and energy drinks. You hadn't heard the door open, and you hadnt heard the approaching footsteps, either. "You need to take a break." You jumped when you felt Philip's hands on your shoulders, and sighed. You looked up at him. "I need to study, Philip." He nodded. "Yes, you do. But you also need a break, and the test isn't until two more weeks. Youll be alright. Cmon. Lets go to the cafe down the street. Ill buy you coffee and a muffin." You sighed, and started putting away your things. If it hadn't been for the bribe, you wouldn't be following Philip. When skies are grey The break had helped you, but you still got a very low 'C'. When you'd found out you'd gotten a 'C' in one of the most important classes needed to pursue your chosen career, you felt as if the world had crushed your hopes and dreams. "How'd you do on your test?" You heard Philip call as he unlocked the door, and your only response was a groan. He came into your bedroom to see you spread out on your bed, facedown. "Not good, Im guessing.." He sat down, and stroked your hair. You rolled over, and put your head in his lap. "I got a 'C'. A really low one, so its practically a 'D'. Ill never get my dream job." You whined. "Aw, now dont say that. It's only one test grade, and its not your final grade. You'll be fine. I promise." He smiled at you, and you sat up to give him a light peck on the cheek. Youll never know, dear You were fine, just as he promised. You'd graduated and got to pursue your dream with Philip by your side. You and Philip are now 23. You and him were still close with his parents; every other Wednesday, you and Eliza had a lunch date to catch up. You remember a more recent one, were she was telling you how she was surprised he hadnt proposed yet. How much I love you Philip had proposed in a meadow of flowers, where the two of you had a picnic, the following week. You accepted the proposal, shouting 'Yes, Philip, you big dummy!' The wedding was two months away, and you were writing your vows. You'd called Eliza for help, as you couldn't figure out how to translate what you felt into words. She happily helped you, and you were done by dark. Please dont take You were on your way to one of yours and Eliza's lunch dates when you got a phone call. It was an unknown number, but you answered anyway. "Are you the fiancé of Philip Hamilton?" The serious tone scared you, but you still had to confirm that you were his fiancé. "Yes, why?" "Your fiancee was hit by a speeding car. The driver was under the influence of alcohol and hit Philip Hamilton before his car sped into a building, killing him upon impact. Philip miraculously survived it, but is still in fatal condition. He's currently in surgery at the hospital." You were already in a taxi, heading to the hospital, by the time the phone call ended. You called Eliza to let her know what happened My sunshine You sped into the hospital, but nearly tripped when your vision began to fade into duller colors. You felt confused at what was happening, but quickly realized. You began sprinting, and haulted at the front desk. "M-My husband! Philip Hamilton. In surgery- Dying..." You rambled, not being able to form a coherent sentence in a frenzy of panic and breathlessness. "Maam, please calm down" You heard the woman at the front desk tell you. You didnt hear her, as you were focused on trying to bring the color back. As you looked around the room, all you saw was different shades of grey. You broke down, sobbing. Away. You stood beside Philip's casket. You held white notecards that you had written your vows on. You were reading them out loud at his funeral, everyone quiet. More tears trailed down your face as you read the vows. They got too the point where you couldnt speak, and you apologized as you sat back down.

[manuelmiranduh]

5 Things, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Made up by me. Lin and reader frequently have one night stands.

Words: 928

Author’s Note: Will I ever write for anyone other than Lin? Probably not. We’ll see. Send in some prompts and I’ll try! I also wrote this in like 20 minutes and no one asked for it…whoops.

Warnings: Allusions to one night stands. Drinking. Starts kinda angsty.

Askbox | Masterlist

1. His fingers against your spine.

He was always quick to undress you and lingered long after. Too long, probably. He’d be propped against the headboard, one arm cushioning his neck while the other was skin to skin against you.

He was always there - even after he was long gone. Sometimes you walked the busy streets of New York, head down. A breeze would hit and you would shiver, and suddenly he was walking the streets with you.

Keep reading

[this-user-writes-things]

oOHhmy GO D THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVE R

[manuelmiranduh]

5 Things, LMM/Reader

Prompt: Made up by me. Lin and reader frequently have one night stands.

Words: 928

Author’s Note: Will I ever write for anyone other than Lin? Probably not. We’ll see. Send in some prompts and I’ll try! I also wrote this in like 20 minutes and no one asked for it…whoops.

Warnings: Allusions to one night stands. Drinking. Starts kinda angsty.

Askbox | Masterlist

1. His fingers against your spine.

He was always quick to undress you and lingered long after. Too long, probably. He’d be propped against the headboard, one arm cushioning his neck while the other was skin to skin against you.

He was always there - even after he was long gone. Sometimes you walked the busy streets of New York, head down. A breeze would hit and you would shiver, and suddenly he was walking the streets with you.

Keep reading

[this-user-writes-things]

oOHhmy GO D THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING EVE R

[catholichell]

Visit Original Link

the best 12 seconds of the show lost in the transition from the workshop to broadway (from one last ride, precursor to one last time)

[startrekrenegades]

Chorus: –comes the president, George Washington Washington: You are outgunned! Hamilton: What! Washington: Outmanned! Hamilton: What! Washington: Outnumbered, out-planned– Hamilton: PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES Washington: Put down your guns on my command Hamilton: HAND ‘EM OVER Washington: This is Hamilton, my right-hand man [starts laughing] Hamilton: BWUH BWUH BWUH BWUH BWUH

[bunblevee-moved-blog]

PAY YOUR FUCKING TAXES