I made a thing-

@ all my mutuals who simps over Hamilton

I had to do the classic-

(I have no idea what this is- )

blink and you'll miss them!

...I had nothing better to do-

“But what if he decides to shoot? Then I’m a goner.”

“No.”

No?

No???

Fucking yes???

Washington: boys. be careful.

Alex: oh, don't worry!

John: yeah, sir, you know us-

Washington: yes, unfortunately, I do. so be careful.

I hate hungary but the hungarian poets fandom is looking great

No one :

Alex : unimportant there’s a million things I haven’t done

John : what haven’t you done?

Alex : you

Laurens got shot again, what a surprise.

The Jewish World of Alexander Hamilton by Andrew Porwancher

The Jewish World of Alexander Hamilton by Andrew Porwancher

In The Jewish World of Alexander Hamilton, Andrew Porwancher debunks a string of myths about the origins of this founding father to arrive at a startling conclusion: Hamilton, in all likelihood, was born and raised Jewish. For more than two centuries, his youth in the Caribbean has remained shrouded in mystery. Hamilton himself wanted it that way, and most biographers have simply assumed he had a…

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HAMILTON DIED FROM FIRST BURRN-OUT

HA

Day 22

Aaron Burr, 80, stroke

Headcanon: Alexander Hamilton was a lightweight and no I will not be taking critisim.

there’s a fic to go with this - alex is a sheet ghost IG. idk i’m so tired i would have posted this on main but idk it wasnt received well on instagram 💪💪💪💪

wip-?

on a more serious note — i am crashing with my art and idk i was so energised to draw and it’s like all too much but it’s all i do LMAOMASJR 💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪💪

my god the quality, anyways this is me exposing myself — I’m seriously indecisive

finally managed to write some more lmao (yes they're taking a bath because it's my story and I do what I want)

John stepped in and settled slowly, careful to not upset the water too much, little waves splashing against the walls and Alex’s skin.

Once all movement had ceased and he was sure John had made himself comfortable, Alex scooted back until he met John’s chest. He put his mug down on the edge and leaned back between John’s spread legs, letting out an almost happy little sigh when his strong arms came up and wrapped around his waist, when John nuzzled his nose into the damp hair behind his ear, when he pressed a kiss to his neck.

This was more like it.

Jefferson: I mean, sure, I have my bad days, but then I remember what a handsome face I have.