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I HAVE A FEELING THAT EXPRESS IS SECRETLY IN LOVE WITH THE SCHUYLER SISTERS
i guess
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YO I NEED PPL TO FOLLOW REBLOG IF UR BLOG IS MAINLY HAMILTON
TOT
The 6, Nico and Reyna in detention (Frank is too sweet and nice to be in detention)
WHEE a submission for hamil-tots :D
Valentine's Day
Eliza loved Valentine's Day.
Well, at least from what Momma said about it, it sounded amazing. Momma had said that Valentine's Day was full of hearts and love and ap-pre-ci-ation. A few days before the grand day, Mr. Washington told everyone that they could bring in valentines for the other kids, Eliza was ecstatic. When she got home, she started making valentines right away, grabbing a large stack of construction paper and a couple sheets of stickers.
For her sisters, she made a yellow card for Peggy and an orange one for Angelica. She drew hearts and smiley faces and flowers. For John, she drew lots of turtles and apple juice. For Lafayette, she found a sticker sheet full of France related things and plastered his valentine with them. She made everyone else’s to correspond to their likes. In total she made 12 cards- including one for Mr. Washington. But for Alex, her very best friend, she made a special valentine. It was the biggest and of all the cards- with all the glitter stickers and special rainbow writing. The best thing was that she taped a lollipop she’d been saving all the way from Halloween- A special edition caramel pop that she held dear to her heart.
Eliza smiled after completing Alexander’s card. “There,” she said softly, “All done,” She planted a kiss on top of the valentine and put it back into the bag where all the other cards lay.
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The next day, she jumped out of bed as soon as Momma woke her up and raced down to grab her bag of valentines. After Momma dropped her off- she sprinted right past Mr. Washington, who was holding the door, and stopped right in the middle of the room. The walls were covered into heart streamers and tiny cupids. She breathed in, inhaling all the happiness in the air.
She couldn’t wait for the party before lunchtime. All throughout morning playtime, she daydreamed of Alex and all the joy to come.
When it was finally time to pass out valentines, she was the first to volunteer.
“Alright, it’s time to pass out your valentines, kids! Who wants to go fir-”
“ME!” Eliza shot her hand up so fast Mr. Washington didn’t have time to finish.
“Eliza! Please raise your hand quietly! But yes, you can go,”
Eliza stood up and gave out her valentines. The other kids were amazed by them- Eliza’s were much better than theirs. As she gave her valentine to Alex, A chorus of wows went up from their classmates.
“Woah... T-thank you, Eliza,” a surprised Alex marveled at the wonderful card.
The little girl blushed. “You’re welcome,”
Everyone else passed out theirs, and finally, they could open them.
John gave everyone turtle cards. Hercules had sewn beanies for the boys and little dolls for the girls. Alexander wrote poems, and so on.
They were all given time to play with or eat the items they were given. Eliza was just about to give her brand new doll a name when Alex came up to her. He was holding her giant card.
“Oh! Hi, Alex!” Eliza turned to smile at her best friend.
“Thank you a lot for the card! It’s really awesome!” The boy beamed, grateful to have a friend like Eliza.
“But... How did you get that lollipop? I’ve never seen it before,” He asked.
“I saved it all the way from Halloween. It’s a special e-di-tion lollipop.” Eliza answered.
“Do... Do you want to sleep next to me during nap time?” Alex asked shyly.
The girl smiled brilliantly. “Of course,”
Now, this was a big deal, since the girls and boys never slept together because of “cooties”. But nevertheless, Alex and Eliza didn’t care.
So sleep togther during nap time they did.
(A/N oops was that crappy? Anyway, this is for hamil-tots! If you’re not hamil-tots, then go check 'em out.)
I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING IT OVER THE FUCKING SONG IN THE BACKGROUDN HOLY FUCK
When people give Elsa crap for being "too sexy" for Disney
It’s like,
have
you
seen
what
Disney
has
done
before?
For gods sake, Ariel had a nude scene.
OKAY BUT CHIRON BEING CONFUSED AS HELL BY THE VINE REFERENCES
the election of 1800
Crowd: WHO DO YOU LIKE
Alex: it’s quiet uptown ;-;
Crowd: WHO’S BETTER
Alex: Shut up
Crowd: CHOOSE!
Alex: GODAMMIT I’M TRYING TO MOURN THE DEATH OF MY SON
Reyna: “No, no, yes, no, ask your mom, definitely not.”
Thia: “You didn’t even hear what I was gonna say.”
Eli: “Yeah…”
Grey: “I told you she has a super power.”
Reyna: “Fine,what were you going to ask?”
Thia: “Can we poor chocolate syrup in the milk jug to make chocolate milk, can I give peanut butter to the fawns, is it possible for people to spontaneously combust, can I have a pet fish, are swords allowed inside, and can we have about two pounds of dynamite?”
Eli: “If I recall you said, no, no, yes, no, ask your mom, and definitely not…”
Grey: “She’s really good.”
High-Hell: A Heroes of Olympus Story - Chapter 9- We kick some snaky butt (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/eSWNJmoXjO After the war between the demigods and Gaea, Chiron decides to send the demigods to highschool! Wait, what? Learn about their adventures and mishaps in this story!
:D
;-; cri
oh, hey, look, another thing for @freesmooches
A/N: This doesn’t exactly belong to @freesmooches but I’m going to credit them because I saw this headcanon sent in by an anon on their blog, and they added onto it, so y'know…
“Aw, Alex…it’s ok, shh, you’re okay….” Eliza cooed, holding Alexander’s hair back as he heaved over the toilet. Tears were streaming down his face, dripping down his nose and falling into the water below his face. “M-My stomach hurts…” he whimpered weakly before heaving more.
“I know, I know…” she whispered, pressing a cold rag to the back of his neck. She hated seeing Alex like this. Being sick was hard for Alex, she knew that all too well…it brought back painful memories of his mother. Her stomach squirmed at the sound of Alexander finally vomiting into the toilet bowl, but she couldn’t leave him. He was trembling and sobbing beneath her…and as uncomfortable as she was around vomit, she knew the discomfort couldn’t even rival the world of pain Alexander was going through during this moment.
Only when Alex stopped gagging did Eliza let go of him. At the sound of a meek whine, she quickly put her hand back on his shoulder, attempting to reassure him. “Get cleaned up. I’m only going to get you new pajamas and some medicine, ok? I’ll be right back, I promise,” she soothed. As soon as he gave a small nod, she left to, very quickly, fetch his pajamas and medicine, just like she said.
She came back to the bathroom only to find Alexander still crumpled in a pile on the floor, shaking and sobbing just as he had been a few minutes prior.
“Oh, goodness, Alexander…” She sat on the floor with him, wrapping her arms around him in a motherly fashion and stroking his hair.
“M-Mama…” he breathed, curling up more and putting his head on her chest. A fresh wave of tears came as he tenderly reached out to stroke her arm. “I don’t…I don’t feel good, Mama…”
Eliza’s eyes widened as she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. “I know, Alexander…” she whispered, holding him close to her bosom. She felt a wet spot on the front of her shirt, presumably from his tears. “Come on Alex, we need to get you cleaned up…” she tried weakly, attempting to stand up.
Alexander only responded by gripping onto her tighter. “Don’t leave!” he pleaded. “Please…please don’t leave…” Panicked, he began mumbling in French, most likely along the lines of “please stay” or “don’t leave”. Eliza knew a little French, but wasn’t fluent by any means.
“I’m not leaving, Alex,” she reassured patiently, stroking his cheek. “I’m getting you a rag and some mouthwash to get you cleaned up a little bit…come on, stand up with me.”
Alexander held Eliza’s arm in a death grip, refusing to let go of her. “O-Okay, Mama…”
The first thing Eliza did was get a rag to wipe Alexander’s face. It was covered in sweat and tears, among a bit grosser things, but that was all wiped away with a refreshingly cool rag. She rinsed the rag again for good measure before wiping gently at his puffy, red eyes. “It’s ok, Alex…you’re okay… want some mouthwash?” she asked softly, oh-so-gently prying the arm that wasn’t holding the rag arm from his grip.
For once, Alex willingly let go. “Don’t leave…” he repeated in a whisper, his weak eyes focusing intensely on Eliza, the woman his feverish mind had convinced him was his late mother.
“I won’t,” she chuckled softly, reaching for the mouthwash. She poured a small amount into a paper cup and handed the blue liquid to Alexander. “Don’t swallow it,” she reminded him. If he thought she was his mom, there was no telling what else his foggy mind might be thinking.
He nodded and spit the stuff into the sink after swishing it around a bit, wiping his mouth with the hand towel. He turned around to face Eliza, and he shuffled closer to her.
“Let’s get that shirt off,” she sighed, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing the neatly folded shirt she grabbed for him earlier.
Alex limply obliged, allowing his dirty shirt to be slipped off of his small frame, and was equally as limp as a clean shirt replaced the soiled one. “Thank you, Mama…” he breathed out, collapsing onto her once he was dressed.
Eliza held him, reaching out with a free hand to grab and unwrap a chewable Pepto Bismol tablet. She held his face and slipped the pink, chalky medicine past his lips. “That will help you feel better…” she cooed, kissing his temple and swaying back and forth gently. “Would you like to go lay down?” she whispered, pulling him towards the bathroom door slowly, so as to not startled him, and firmly but tenderly holding his hand.
Alex nodded feebly, chewing half-heartedly on the Pepto Bismol tablet and sniffling as he willingly followed Eliza into his bedroom.
“I’m sorry you’re so sick, Alex…” she whispered, helping Alex up into his bed and tucking him in. “Go on to sleep…you need it…” She tenderly stroked his cheekbone, giving him a motherly gaze.
“Lay down with me, Mama?” he asked, eyes glazing over from exhaustion and fever, amongst other tiring things. He just needed sleep.
“Of course.” She smiled and laid down on top of the covers with him.
“Love you…” he whispered, nuzzling back into her chest. He had relaxed drastically since his breakdown in the bathroom, thank goodness. No longer were his muscles tense and shaking, or his stomach heaving, or tears streaming ceaselessly from his eyes.
“I love you too.” She felt a bit of pride knowing that she’d singlehandedly calmed Alex down, and even managed to stay with him this whole time without getting sick herself. Wrapping an arm securely around him, she began rubbing his back to soothe him further, or hopefully even lure him to sleep.
Her plan, of course, worked. In almost no time, Alexander had slipped into the clutches of sleep. Relieved, Eliza allowed herself to doze off…hopefully he would feel better in the morning.
at least we can celebrate with our fandom friends WHICH YOU OBVIOUSLY DON’T HAVE
AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON
ppl who celebrate fictional character birthdays are annoying pass it on
is it fair that magnus finds his love interest in only two books when it takes percy freAKIN ALMOST 5 BOOKS TO REALIZE HE LOVES ANNABETH
this is definetly a problem
in 2018 we start opressing people who like their hot chocolate with water
And I saw it :D
GUESS WHO JUST GOT A TOP COMMENT ON WEBTOON
👉🏼 THIS BOIIII 👈🏼
We had to do Kinetic typography in class today. I chose a very important audio clip
;-;
apparently everyone did
Reblog if you are insecure about anything below:
-weight
-appearance
-intelligence (or lack of)
-skills (or lack of)
-weird hobbies
-friends (or lack of)
-body
-personality
-family
Who ever reblogs this will get a message in their inbox.
my great-grandfather had to leave italy in the 20′s because he hit a fascist with a tuba, so if you think I am going to take this sitting down you are going to have to catch these hands and also this tuba
High-Hell: A Heroes of Olympus Story - Chapter 8- An Entree of Visions With a Side of Pain I have a new Wattpad story about the Heroes of Olympus in highschool! Kinda cliche, but whatever. Read if you want to :D
Do we have enough drachmas for an Uber?
apparently not, my friend
after years i’ve found the source
it’s a SIGN, boys. i have no excuse for this i’m sorry
i thought percy’s shirt said “f*** the polish”
Percy and Annabeth are a wonderful couple, such beautiful fellows too. They are great characters, so, I didn’t feel good enough for make an illustration about them before this week.
I NEED MORE OF DIS AU
PLEAS
Grace siblings training, quick art.
Thalia: Woah! Where’s your head at Jason? You’re all over the place today… Jason: uhmmm… Thalia: AHA! A girl! I knew it! Spill! Jason: erm… I met her yesterday, during my patrol in the market area. Really pretty girl with a very nice voice. I think she’s one of Lady Aphrodite’s daughters. Thalia: awwhhh My little brother has a crush on someone! Jason: Stop it Thal! and… I think I’m gonna ask her to go to the ball with me. Thalia: Hahaha Sounds good! … wait…. What about Reyna? Jason: What about her? Thalia: … You… absolutely can’t tell that she really likes y– Jason: What? Thalia: …. Nevermind… (oh boy) (。。;)
Medieval Fantasy AU
WIP Ask Game
1: Summarize your WIP in 10 words or less.
2: Post a line from your WIP with no context.
3: Does your WIP have a title? If so, explain its significance. If not, what are you calling it for now?
4: Describe the setting of your WIP.
5: Search for the word "knife" in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.
6: Search for the word "dream" in your WIP. If you find it, paste the line and explain the context.
7: What are you most proud of?
8: What is your biggest challenge?
9: How would you describe your writing style?
10: How would you describe your WIP's narrative style? (1st person, 3rd person, multiple POVs, single POV, alternating chapters, etc.)
11: Which character do you have the most in common with?
12: Which character do you have the least in common with?
13: Your characters are stranded on a deserted island. What happens?
14: Have you chosen birthdays for any of your characters? If so, when are they?
15: Do you know your characters' MBTI personalities?
16: What would your characters be for Halloween?
17: Does your WIP have any themes or motifs?
18: What's easier, dialogue or description?
19: Post a picture or gif that describes your WIP.
20: Post a brief excerpt.
that would make for an awesome fanfic- The Gods Get High!
I wonder what kind of secrets would be revealed
Concept: Demeter kids smoking grass up on the grass roof.
Concept: The smoke go up to the gods in offering and Zeus accidentally gets high
Concept: Demeter kids smoking grass up on the grass roof.
hey uh why exactly did you feel the need to make me read that post about percy in the womb it's too late for this shit, but also as a counter argument most of the demigods didn't realize their powers until later childhood early teenagedness so in all honesty I don't think much weirdness happened - I mean we didn't see Thalia and Jason's mum struck by lightning once so
I don’t know, the thought kinda just popped into my mind one day. Since Percy is such a powerful demigod, maybe he could use his powers earlier without knowing? Kinda same with Thalia and Jason. Also, since they’re young their powers could be limited, like for Jason and Thalia they might be only to do little static zaps at anytime?
hot dam is the correct term, Leo
Heroes of Olympus x Brooklyn Nine Nine
Percy Jackson
Annabeth Chase
Jason Grace
Piper McLean
Leo Valdez
Hazel Levesque
Frank Zhang
Nico di Angelo
Reyna Ramirez Arellano
