#hamilton broadway

[haley-lana]

it's 2023 and I'm still crying over people who have been dead for over 200 years

#Hamilton #john laurens #angelica schuyler #philip hamilton #historical alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #lin manuel miranda #hamilton broadway #miranda hamilton #hamilton and burr #aaron burr #eliza hamilton #elizabeth schuyler #hamilton fandom #hamilfilm #hamilfan #jamilton #whamilton #lams #historical lams #hamilton the american musical #hamilton the musical

[thelittletsarina]

A Winter’s Ball -> Helpless

Carleigh Bettiol ~ Original Broadway Cast of Hamilton (Woman 1) & understudy Eliza

[credit: @thelittletsarina]

#hamilton musical #carleigh bettiol #gifs #my gifs #hamilton broadway #I spent an hour on this so plz don’t let it flop

[randomink0]

I JUST found this oil painting of mine from 2022, and it's amazing. HAM-ilton

#fanart #traditional drawing #oil painting #portrait #hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton fanart #hamilton portrait #lin manuel miranda #hamilton musical #whats your name man? #hamilton fandom #hamilton broadway

[yourstrulykline]

Why is nobody talking about how Hamilton is canon in Beyond the Spiderverse???

Also I think Spot would really love Hamilton and have the whole thing memorized (I’m definitely not self projecting haha- 🧍)

#across the spiderverse #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #spiderman atsv #spiderverse #hamilton the musical #hamilton broadway #hamilton musical #Hamilton #the spot #johnathan ohnn #jonathan ohnn

[clevernerdwinner]

Alexander Hamilton

Left is with glasses while the right is without cause I’m indecisive and can’t tell which is better.

#artists #artists on tumblr #broadway #musical fanart #musical theatre #musicals #theatre #broadway fanart #fanart #Hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton broadway #hamilton musical #a.ham #lin manuel miranda

[fionajames]

lams; almost gone

A/N: Guess what? I finally wrote a Hamilton one shot. This is Lams (Laurens x Hamilton) and probably not historically accurate but I tried my best. Send requests! Enjoy!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Raindrops pelted down on Laurens as he emerged from his tent, a look of disdain set upon his features. He made no move to brush the strands of his hair stuck to his forehead out of his eyes, and instead grit his teeth and moved on.

Laurens had been rather bitter and sorrowful since Hamilton’s leave, far away on the field of battle. Laurens had nightmares of bullets singing through the air and into the chest of his beloved, knocking his breath from his body. 

Lafayette continued to attempt the worries that hover over his friend like a constant storm. He attempted to soothe the fretting of the blonde, to provide some calm in Laurens’ storm and swirl of emotions.

He shuffled through the ongoing downpour and to the office in which he worked, unbothered by the water soaking his clothes and trickling down his neck unsettlingly. He didn’t bother to greet anyone who he walked past, and instead he trudged inside with a grim appearance that showed nothing but cold.

Laurens got on with his work quickly, and worked through the day with his candle burning by his side. Not once did Laurens leave the tent - although he did occasionally force himself to merely stand and shake the stiffness from his legs - and instead he walked until the night had taken over.

It was then when a messenger burst through the tent flaps. Laurens looked up in confusion, examining the lithe boy. “Have you a message for me?” He asked plainly, exhaustion seeping through his body like cold water.

“Yes, sir!” The boy chirped, saluting quickly and fixing his stance. “General Washington requires your presence, sir!” Laurens stood instantly, brow furrowing as he dismissed the messenger.

The blonde quickly made his way to the General’s tent, growing increasingly worried at the lack of information he held. When he reached the tent, he was surprised to find none other than Lafayette already standing inside. 

“General!” He saluted quickly, but instantly felt worry seep through him upon examining the look adorning Washington’s face. “Is there something wrong, sir?” Washington sighed, his eyes glistening in the light. Only later would Laurens realise that it was not the light providing the gleam and glisten, but unshed tears. “You may want to take a seat, men.” Lafayette and Laurens exchanged a worried glance, taking to sit in the chairs. “This afternoon, Captain Lee returned and reported that the British made it to the Hudson. We lost some men as they were retreating, among them being Hamilton.”

Ice engulfed Laurens as his breath caught in his throat. “Pardon?” He croaked out, his stomach falling to the floor. He must have misheard Washington, surely. That was the only explanation.

“I'm sorry,” Washington murmured, sorrow covering his features. “He's dead.”

 Lafayette was the first to react, a shrill cry ripping from his throat, tears falling from his eyes quickly. Laurens was frozen. A lump built in his throat, his mind swirling. Hamilton, dead? No. 

He knew Lafayette was sobbing beside him but he remained unmoving in his chair. The world around him continued on, without Hamilton. It was as if he were under water, the world muffled and blurry. A screen of grief and sorrow blocked him from the people surrounding him. 

The screen was shattered into millions of pointed shards of glass when Lafayette moved to stand in front of Laurens, hand gripping his shoulder. He knew the words spilling from his friend's mouth were his name, spoken over and over, but he couldn't hear it properly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Laurens saw Washington pour three glasses of what appeared to be whiskey, and stared emotionlessly as he was handed a glass. Without another thought, the blonde drank the liquid like it was water.

Perhaps he could drink himself to death, then he would be with his Hamilton again.

Laurens quickly ushered Washington to refill his glass, biting back a grimace when the liquid burned his throat. Instead, he let out a quiet sob. Lafayette sat beside him, tears still streaming down his face.

Once the first tear fell from Laurens' eye, he couldn't stop the rest. He sobbed violently, tears spilling from his eyes like rain. He could taste the tears on his tongue, salty and mournful. His heart panged and he cried out as he felt it being ripped from his chest.

The blood seeped from his chest, staining his clothes. He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately regretted it. Images of his boy drowning in murky water flooded his mind, Hamilton sinking to the bed of the river with his life slipping out of his grasp.

“He’s gone,” Laurens whispered, tilting his head up to look at the sky. He imagined Hamilton up there, watching over him. I’ll be with you soon, my dear boy, Laurens thought as he drank yet another glass of whiskey. 

The night slipped away quickly, Laurens drank more whiskey than he could count. At times, his glass was half tears half alcohol. His throat burned and his chest ached. He couldn't see straight. 

The time was nearing midnight when the camp around them erupted with shouts and chaos. Laurens ignored the sounds as Washington and Lafayette stood. 

A voice broke through the chaos, a call. "Where is the General?!"

Laurens froze, his head turning to the entrance to the tent. He knew that voice. He’d known that voice for little over a month, but he felt as though he’d known it forever. That voice was the one that soothed his worries, the voice that cooed to him in the early hours of the morning. The voice that consumed his every waking thought. 

Hamilton’s voice.

The flaps of the tent burst open and in stumbled a man with his ginger hair stuck to his face and dripping wet with water and blood. There was a huge gash on the man’s side, blood dripping from it and onto the floor of the tent.

“Hamilton,” Lafayette whispered before rushing forward and engulfing him in a hug. “Oh, mon petit lion, we thought you were dead.”

“You thought what?” Hamilton murmured, returning the hug quickly. 

Laurens remained in his seat. The whiskey must be kicking in, he thought bitterly. I’m going to be with him soon.

“Jack?” A voice whispered, a voice laced with fondness and worry. Laurens realised the ginger stranger was crouched in front of him, his hands on Laurens' knees. The blonde jerked away from his touch. Washington and Lafayette had left the tent, he realised. They left him alone with a stranger. 

“Get away from me!" Laurens cried out, pushing the ginger away from him and scrambling across the floor. “Jack?” The voice called and Laurens closed his eyes, desperately waiting for death to take him. “Jake, darling?” The blonde opened his eyes to see the ginger crouched in front of him again. He locked eyes with the man, studying the violet blue eyes he had only ever seen in Hamilton. “It's me, Alexander.”

Laurens froze for a moment before launching forward and tackling Hamilton to the floor in a hug, tears streaming down his face. Hamilton began murmuring words of comfort in his ear, soft words to soothe his soul.

They stayed there for a while, Laurens desperately holding Hamilton close. Eventually they went back to their room, sleeping until the sun was high in the sky.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed!!! :D

(taglist: @techs-goggles9902 (you said youd read hamilton if i posted it) and @transmascanakin (tysm for adding me 2 that server btw)

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #john laurens #george washington #charles lee #lafayette #marquis de lafayette #lams #historical lams #hamilton broadway #hamilton musical #american revolution #idk #ka’ra writes ❤️

[theyluvbix]

"Burr, when you see Hamilton?....thank him for the endorsement 🙊" I AM SWALLOWING YOU WHOLE

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #aaron burr #hamilton broadway #hes so SASSY #i luvvvv Thomas Jefferson hes my boyfriend :3 #“hes a real person weirdo” ehut up #Lin wrote him so sassily

[judasiscariotsfemalehysteria]

Musicals where the female love interest (?) wants to get nasty more than the male lead: A Collection™️

1) Jesus Christ Superstar: You all saw this coming. Judas also wants to fuck, but that’s beside the point

2) Death Note: Light had himself a big titty goth girl, and he didn’t even want her 🥺😢

3) Hamilton: Okay well he did come around eventually 💀

4) Sweeney Todd: I missed the rumpled bedsheets line at first, but now it haunts me every time 😱

5) Joseph and the Technicolor Dream Coat: She was beautiful but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeevil 😈

6) Heathers: She wanted it so bad she tore the mattress.. 😬

7) Rent: I don’t know much about this musical, but just from looking at them I can tell Mimi really wants Roger Jr. 😏 wow I really hate that I just said that 🤦🏻‍♀️

#please let me know if I missed any #jesus chris superstar #hamilton broadway #death note #sweeney todd #jcs 2000 #jesus x judas #Joseph and the amazing technicolor dreamcoat #musical fandom #maria reynolds #mrs lovett #misa amane #potiphar's wife #mary magdalene #give women a sex drive 2023 #heathers #veronica sawyer #jason dean #mimi marquez #roger davis #rent musical

[crowbubbles]

The only reason I’m passing history rn is because of my Hamilton phase

#musical theatre #theater kid #broadway #broadway musicals #musical theater #hamilton musical #alexander hamilton #lin manuel miranda #hamilton #hamilton broadway

[tangoboheme]

Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Birr (sir) are just alternate universe Maureen Johnson and Benjamin Coffin III. Thank you and good night

#broadway #rent musical #idina menzel #rent #musical #maureen johnson #joanne jefferson #tracie thoms #angel dumott schunard #roger davis #Benjamin coffin iii #taye diggs #hamilton #hamilton broadway #alexander hamilton #aaron burr #I know I don’t post much but I need yall to know that I am constantly thinking about rent #it’s a problem

[haley-lana]

#fanfics rotted my brain #soooo many Room Where It Happens fics #there's no way not to see innuendos now #lin manuel miranda #answer for your crimes #hamilmeme #hamilton memes #me irl #alexander hamilton #hamilton broadway #hamilton musical #hamilton: an american musical #hamilmemes #hamilton meme #jamilton #hamburr #hamilton x jefferson #Hamilton x Burr #thomas jefferson #aaron burr #the room where it happens #room where it happens #room where it happens meme #room where it happens fics #roast ham (if you know you know) #xD #Hamilton humor

[aralisjpeg]

Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story

#Repostober: 2018 piece inspired by Hamilton

#hamilton #hamilton broadway #hamilton musical #eliza hamilton #eliza schuyler #lin manuel miranda #artists on tumblr #art #fanart #artists supporting artists

[inkwell-illustrations]

Hercules & Lafayette: *accidentally set's the kitchen on fire* Hercules: We need an adult! Lafayette: Herc, you are an adult! Hercules: We need an adultier adult...Get Burr!

#mullet #hamilton memes #hamilton incorrect quotes #hamilton musical #hamilton #hamilton broadway #hercules mulligan #lafayette #inncorrect quotes

[clevernerdwinner]

Thomas Jefferson doodle on my phone and modernise cause I’m lazy to draw his actual costume.

⬇️

Without name:

#artists #artists on tumblr #broadway #musical fanart #musical theatre #musicals #theatre #broadway fanart #fanart #thomas jefferson #daveed diggs #Hamilton #hamilton musical #Jefferson #hamilton broadway #hamilton fanart #thomas jefferson fanart

[fionajames]

why (pt.I) // lams

A/N: Hey guys, promise I'll get back to writing Star Wars soon!!!!!! For now, a sad lams one shot! (Pt.II should be out tonight, i think). Enjoy and send requests!!!!!

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Hamilton had never wept the way he wept the night he heard of Lauren’s demise. He remembered the night his mother had tired, the endless, hollow hours he’d spent covered in his own tears and sickness, laying next to a cold body. He remembered when he’d seen the dead body of his cousin, shot and stabbed and bloody, the blood that coated his fingers as he screamed for his brother. He remembered the day he’d fully left his brother behind, sorrow seeping through his veins like endless song composed for his soul.

But never, had he begged for death so desperately, as the night continued on.

By the time the rising sun had let light into his room, Hamilton had cried every last drop he had in his body, and drunk more than he could remember yet he seemed painfully sober. He was on the floor of his study - not wishing to disturb poor Eliza’s sleep - with a bottle of some rich alcohol in one hand and a broken quill in the other.

He’d never purposefully broken a quill - it felt like an insult to himself, a taunting reminder that once a quill meant a whole lot more in his financial status - but he’d broken a dozen or so that night. 

A year later, and Hamilton was in the same position. 

Broken, bloodied and beat, curled up in his study as the clock neared midnight.

The blood was leaking from a huge cut on his palm, caused by the shards of bottle glass covering the floor.

A year without Laurens.

It had been a year since his Laurens had left.

It was a wonder he’d made it through a year.

Once again, Hamilton was praying for death to take him, praying like a foolish man. Perhaps that was what he was. Perhaps it was God punishing him and his beloved for sodomy by ridding him of his other half. 

“Oh, how could you leave me?” Hamilton choked out as he wrapped his arms around himself and brought his knees to his chest, sobbing relentlessly. 

It was a sudden gust of bone-chillingly cold air that pulled him from his sorrow, violet-blue eyes raising to stare at his surroundings. There was nowhere for wind to be coming from, and so the man stiffened.

That's when he noticed a paper fall from around the corner, clearly tossed into the air. “Hello?” Hamilton called, tears streaming down his face still. “Is someone there?”

He shuffled to his feet, wrapping his arms around himself and stepping forwards. He grabbed a huge shard of the shattered glass from the floor, holding it forward as a weapon. As he stalked forward, he moved to the side, until he could see around the corner.

A gasp fell from his lips as he jerked backwards at the sight in front of him.

There was a man his age, with blonde locks like hay and eyes the colour of the sky. He was wearing the blue coat and clothes customary to a soldier in the Revolution.

He’d recognise that uniform anywhere. 

One of the most startling things about the man was the wound on his chest, seeping thick red liquid that dripped all over his clothes and body, seeping and staining the white shirt. The flesh was red around the wound, and a dark hole stared back at Hamilton from beneath the tattered fabric. Blood was spilling from it, trickling down the man’s body.

A bullet wound, something Hamilton was all too familiar with. 

But the most startling thing about the man was who he was.

Hamilton knew that face. He could recognise it anyway, even in a sea of people. Crowds couldn’t separate him from this man, but it appeared death could. “Jack,” he breathed out, taking in the appearance of the man. John’s body shimmered with a faint violet glow, tiny star-like lights swirling around him. His lover’s face was set with a grim expression.

“Why?” The blonde whispered, his voice cracking with desperation.

A surge of horror, pain and confusion flooded through the ginger’s body, his breathing turning shakier than a boat at sea, his stomach churning with unsettlement.

Then, he heard the six words that ruined him.

The six words, sharper than a blade being plunged into his heart.

Six words stole the breath from Hamilton’s lungs and pulled his heart apart, ripping piece from piece and pouring alcohol all over his wound. It stung and it ached, it hurt worse than being shot. 

“Why did you let me die?”

A/N: hope you enjoyed, send requests!!!!

#hamilton #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #john laurens #lams #historical lams #hamilton writing #hamilton broadway #ka’ra writes ❤️

[can-they-beat-goku]

Alexander Hamilton from the Hamilton Broadway musical

reblog for more sample size if you want

#alexander hamilton #hamilton broadway #son goku #dragon ball #tumblr polls #fight fight fight #That man is so cunty