- Historically and in the play, Philip died at the age of 19. He lived through 19 songs in the play (Dear Theodosia through Stay Alive [Reprise])
- In his duel with George Eacker, Philip is shot on the count of seven, which is coincidentally the number he changed the melody on during his piano lessons
- “Mom, I’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me” - perhaps this is a reference to his piano lessons when he was younger. Eliza taught him to count. Philip believes he miscounted, he believes that it was his fault he was shot on what he thought was the count of seven.
- Hamilton died at the age of 47. Including the Laurens Interlude, there are 47 songs in the musical.
- The ensemble member who plays Philip Schuyler, who gives Hamilton his blessing to marry Eliza, also plays James Reynolds, who blackmails Hamilton for sleeping with his wife, Maria.
- The “I know my sister like I know my own mind” line is sung twice by Angelica, once in Satisfied and once in The Reynolds Pamphlet, both with very seperate connotations.
- Hamilton is the first to introduce more intricate, polysyllabic raps (My Shot) as opposed to the simple beats used by Laurens, Mulligan, and Lafayette, showing his intellectual ability and innovation.
- “Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead” is directly followed by Laurens introducing himself.
- Jefferson sings in a jazzy tune because he has been away for so long and therefore missed the transition from jazz to hip hop. However, he quickly adapts as shown in Cabinet Battle #1.
- Lafayette’s increasing grasp on the English language is shown when comparing his verses in Aaron Burr, Sir and Guns and Ships.
- Angelica is the first to sing “look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now”, which Eliza continues to use throughout her life.
- Angelica raps at Hamilton’s speed because she is his intellectual equal. Eliza beatboxes because she supports him.
- “When my prayers to God were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverence”/ “I take the children to church on Sunday, I sign of the cross at the door, and I pray. That never used to happen before”. Philip’s death drove Hamilton to religion, giving him something to rely on other than his words for the first time.
- Eliza doesn’t rap because she is quite literally given the most time, she lives to be 97.
- Not only did Eliza establish the orphanage, she also helped to establish the first school in Washington Heights. Lin could have included the words “in Washington Heights” as a reference to his other musical, but decided against it.
Has anyone else noticed that in Helpless the part where Eliza sings “Yes mummy, that boy is mine” and in Burn where she sings “With only the memories of when you were mine”
THERE IS A STRONG EMPHASIS ON “mine” IN BOTH SONGS AND ELIZA HOLDS THE NOTE FOR A LONG TIME!!!!
The first time when she fell in love with Alexander and the second time when he broke her heart.
This is from a challenge where I got a song (”Take Us Alive” by Other Lives) and drew a picture of it, so I’m glad I got the song with the star lyrics, ‘cause that was fun to draw :))
[Image Description: constellation versions of Laurens and Hamilton hugging over a background of dark blue stripes. Hamilton’s constellation is outlined in red, while Laurens’ is orange, and they’re both coloured in with dark blue stripes as well. The calligraphy beside them reads “over my body no star-crossed lover lay…” which is one of the lyrics to “Take Us Alive.”]
I’ve written several drafts of posts trying to explain John Laurens’s complicated relationship with slavery and, in a broader sense, how the hypocrisy of freedom for our country–while denying the freedom of enslaved people–has led directly to the situation we find ourselves in now, in terms of race in America.
I’ve struggled with even going there, because I’m trying to focus on the present now, not the past. But I firmly believe that America can only fix its present once we’ve faced our past. And I want this information on my blog. John Laurens was not a perfect man, not even close. He was an abolitionist, yes. But how he came to these views is complicated and his personal conduct towards African-Americans is often troubling. Too often, in fact, the racist ideas of his era are visible in his writings.
Note: OMG IM SO SORRY THIS IS SUCH A SHITTY FIC FOR LIKE 10 FUCKING YEARS OMG
The lighting of the restaurant was dim, just bright enough to focus on the person sitting nearest. The meretricious decor was laughable and cliche. However, you couldn’t focus on that as the person that the lighting deemed worthy, held your mostly, undivided attention. Mostly. Sterling forks chimed against the china and soft conversation murmured, making the restaurant’s atmosphere stereotypical. Servers flitted back and forth through their shifts, planting on smiles and attempting to be polite for tips.
“And then I- (Y/N)?” Your date questioned, yanking you back to reality.
You cleared your throat and sat up a little straighter before answering, “Of course, John.”
He squinted at you and was about to say something; however, the waiter had sauntered back over to you and was now looking at you expectantly. “I assume your meal is to your standards, Miss?” He asked suavely, not even sparing a glance for John.
You nodded awkwardly and slowly grabbed John’s hand across the table, trying to send a message to the ignorant server. John glanced over to see your reaction and gave your hand a small squeeze.
It seemed that whenever you tried to have a romantic night out, someone had to ruin it. “My meal is fine, thank you.”
John glared at the server as he ripped a piece of paper from his notepad and wrote something down on it, presumably his number. He handed it to you with a wink and walked back to the kitchen in defeat. You glanced at the paper in annoyance only to find what you had predicted, his number. Crumpling up the paper, you let out a sigh and looked over to find John with his brows creased and a hardened look on his face. “You have nothing to worry about, dear,” You reassured him with a smile.
He nodded solemnly and called for the bill.
-
The short walk home was quiet but the mood was festering. You could feel John’s anger or jealousy, you hadn’t decided yet, radiating off of him in waves. Stopping, you faced him in the middle of the sidewalk and gently grabbed his hand. “You don’t have to worry, John really. I love you and only you.”
His eyes softened at your confession and he flashed you smile. “I know, dear.”
-
John’s lips molded with yours as he pressed you up against the wall. Your heart was beating a million miles a minute with your surroundings quickly heating up. Jumping up and hooking your legs around his waist with his arms supporting you, you withheld a moan and instead moved down to nip, kiss, and suck his neck. You had wanted to do this with John for a while but you never really had the courage to continue further than intense kissing. He had made several shot down advantages in the six months you’ve been together, though. Pink flooded your cheeks as John let out a small moan in response to your neck work.
Suddenly, you were on the large bed and he was returning the favor, therefore producing the same product as he had. Small moans were repeatedly escaping from your gaping mouth and he ran his hands down your body. You grasped the linen sheets as he gently bit down on your sweet spot, dragging his teeth across your collarbone and down to your chest. As John needed your breasts through your dress, your core was quickly becoming moist and you lightly squeezed your legs together in an effort to mask this making john let out a small chuckle.
Soon your dress was off along with John’s button up and jeans and the two of you were left in just your underwear. Your cheeks were flushed with your heart beating almost impossibly fast. Wanting to have done this a long time ago in the relationship of over a year, you were just fine with going full speed ahead. So naturally, you decided to take control for a while. A small gasp left John’s mouth as you quickly pushed him back to straddle him. The muscles that decorated his body were smooth and prominent against your roaming hands slowly leading down to his boxers. You smirked at him and relieved his throbbing member from the tightness of the tent, squeezing a small groan of relief from your boyfriend. John laced his hands through your (H/C) locks as you teasingly ran a hand up and down his shaft. In a turn of events, John decided that just shoving you down on it would be easier and that’s just what he did. You took his cock into the back of your throat and grabbed the space left with your hand as you bobbed your head on it. John was close and you could feel it. This prompted you to stop suddenly and pull away, for you were feeling especially naughty tonight.
However, John didn’t seem to like this; therefore, he quickly flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your ass towards his pulsing member. The pleasure that came next was some of the best you’ve ever felt. He pounded into you, not standing to take any more than five seconds parted from you. You let out a loud moan as the unmeasurable pleasure coursed through your blood, heating your body and sending you into a moaning mess.
John pumped in and out, soon to get sloppy with his thrusts. He reached forwards and cupped your breasts, massaging them causing you to come even closer to your climax. “Come for me, (Y/N).”
That small sentence of permission was enough to be overcome with your climax, your walls tightening around John’s member producing a groan from him. His thrusts were becoming uneven as he slammed into you and you could tell he was extremely close. “Fill me with your beautiful come, daddy,” You moaned out.
It seemed that “daddy” did it for him.
John fulfilled your ask and was quick to fill you. The two of you collapsed on the bed with John pulling you into his chest, placing a chaste kiss on your neck. “I love you.”
