broadway musicals come to life: hamilton (2015)

WHO COMES UP WITH THESE

I JUST SCREAMED

What in the world…?

Omg omg omg this is so cute I’m tearing up

Excuse me while I cry in a corner.

purest of the pure

he’s??? so pure??? and pretty???????

i have no words… as to how weak i just became

Moana, the ocean chose you to save us all.

Hamilton Cast Voices

Okieriete Onaodowan - A gentle earthquake feeding you chocolate.

Anthony Ramos - The delicious icing and crumbs and cinnamon mixed together in the bottom of the box after you eat a cinnamon roll.

Christopher Jackson - Drinking English Breakfast tea, sitting opposite a waterfall, in a cloud of mist.

Daveed Diggs - If brightly coloured silk could rap.

Renee Elise Goldsberry - Screaming internally with joy while expressing your opinions perfectly using only hand gestures.

Jasmine Cephas Jones - Someone dancing/doing martial arts/icing a cake/assembling complex machinery without ever breaking eye contact with you.

Leslie Odom Jr. - When you crack the egg, and no shell gets in the bowl, and the yolk is a perfect circle, and there isn’t anything floating in it, and then you look down and see that shell split perfectly in half.

Phillipa Soo - The sun rising and setting simultaneously, to the sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Lin Manuel Miranda - Getting in a taxi which then transforms into a MAGICAL FLYING UNICORN, takes you to your destination in seconds, and then disappears after solving all of the world’s problems.

this Somali girl gave him the WORK when he tried to pull her hijab Reblog so you can bless every Muslim Woman with these hands

Give it to him

I’m mad he actually tried to throw his hands up back omfg. I hope she’s ok.

Shes been training or something, look at that form… she’s been preparing for a fucker to test her 

Hell yes

Today’s Hamilton aesthetic: cast members visiting Six Flags together

I love that everyone looks excited besides Anthony. 

Reblog if you utterly and without hesitation support gay rights

It’ll mean a lot to my friend, who’s having a tough time with bullies lately.

Instant reblog, every time I see this

smashed the reblog button

If you LIKE pineapple on pizza, reblog this post.

And if you DON’T like pineapple on your pizza, reblog THIS POST.

I’m doing a census on this ongoing argument please help it’s obviously important. 

Tumblr needs more of this….whatever this is.

Is this the same artist who made the original for this

how women actually are

OH MY GOD IF I DON’T EVER REBLOG THIS IT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M DEAD

mother fuckin macys sale

Her name is Doris. Here’s the artist. And here’s more Doris:

I have a physical need to reblog this every time.

If I ever fail to reblog this, please assume I’m dead and act accordingly.

Dear Lord, please listen to this. This is clearly during the Tonys rehearsal. Even just sitting in the theatre’s seats, not on stage, no acting… Just the HARMONIES…. It’s SO gorgeous.

and this ladies and gentleman is why i want i want stab myself in the leg while listening to this because i want to feel a stronger emotion that what i feel while listening to this cast.

ugh my 9th time reblogging this probably im crying

Crying as usual

Lin-Manuel Miranda: *exists*

Me:

Here’s lin at the Tony’s

Okay so I’m so excited for the oscars on Sunday, if lin gets his PEGOT I will shit my pants

Sad Hamilton visiting Philips grave

It’s 4 a.m. and Alex slowly gets out of the bed, making as little noise as possible.

In his best efforts to let her sleep, the movement wakes Elizabeth, his wife. “Alexander, what are you doing?” She asks, quietly, lighting the candle, before she stops upon seeing a letter and single flower that he was reaching for, “Are you going to see him?”

He nods his head slowly, his hands falling just short of reaching the items before his hands fall to his sides.

“Go, ” Eliza whispers, snuffing the flame and laying back down as Alex finishes his actions and heads to the grave of his son.

Finally, he gets there. He navigates his way through the graveyard before he reaches the small grave. He sits on the dirt beside the tombstone, angling himself so he can read the name on it: Philip Hamilton.

Alexander sighs as tears unknowingly fall from his eyes. He places the flower in front of the stone and closes his eyes, reaching for the letter. His hands shake as he unfolds it. He gathers his thoughts and opens his eyes as he begins to read:

“Philip, my son,

I hope these words reach you in the heavens, and that they send to you my kindest words and my deepest apologies. I know that your passing was an event unfolded by your honor as my son, and it breaks my heart and my soul to know that. You died just as you lived: a Hamilton with pride. I often wish that you hadn’t been so defensive of the Hamilton name, and you had let Mr Eaker say what he was to say. It is in my thoughts that you would still be alive and with us today.

Words cannot describe the pain and regret your mother and I feel as the days come to pass. The time only grows heavier in the days as we await your return from the town, and you never arrive. For a multitude of reasons, we still hold that hope in our hearts, and we miss you more and more as they continue on. It has been over a year, but the pain has never lessened. Your name has never ceased to exist in the frontal thoughts of my mind. It is to be believed that I and my actions were what had brought upon the fateful day. It never escapes my mind.

Elizabeth and I still cannot seem to put away your things and pass your quarters at the home down to one of the other children. It would feel wrong, sinful, like we were finally putting you at rest. As nice as it sounds for you to find peace, to be free, we cannot let it be. If we let you go, then we give up and surrender all memories of you and of your life on this earth. I will never properly let your legacy fade. You were a Hamilton, you were my son.

I keep the pistol put away. The sight makes my stomach turn as I think about what you could’ve come to be if you had never gotten into that duel. I cannot bare it. I often wonder if I had never given it to you, that maybe you could have backed away. Maybe, just maybe, you could’ve stayed alive.

I am so proud of you, Philip. I’m proud of you and everything you achieved in your time. You were a graduate at my same college, and you were a very hard worker. You would have become a bright and amazing man, Philip, I know it. You were taken from us entirely too soon. You were going to do such great things, you would have been marvelous. It truly is a devastating shame that you will never get to be around to see all of that.

I promised to make the world safe and sound for you, but I could not. My scandal lead to the death of my favorite son. You will always hold a special place in my heart. My words could never explain the deep regret and emptiness I feel as I look at your diploma draped on the wall.

I hope you are thriving, wherever you are. I hope that the world is given to you, and you can create beautiful things.

Adéu, my son.

With great love and memory, Alexander.”

Alexander puts the letter away and adjusts himself to be laying against the rock. He quietly sings French lullabies as he nods to sleep.

Omg this is amazing

I am so here for the women who are saying look, I’m not about that casual sex life and I’m not settling for bullshit either. I rather be single then dealing with fuck shit. GIRL yes ma’am

I’m here for it

🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾🙌🏾

A queen

Black History Fact Of The Day

She SLAYS my whole existence😩😩

the swerve of the fucking century

Me with anybody’s bullshit.