First off: I was pretty much blown away (ha. ha.) by the reception this got from fandom. THANK YOU SO MUCH, GUYS. I’m beyond pleased you enjoyed it; for all its silliness, it’s something of a love letter to the musical, and one always likes to know that one’s love letters are being received fondly.
I started writing this fic/song/thing partly because screamlet was good enough to make noises about Hamilton/Everyone (the only true ‘ship) and partly because I had become intrigued by the musical’s particular lyrical style, and wanted to try my hand at it. I’ve listened to some rap and hip-hop, but not a lot, and I have zero experience of slam poetry. However, I’ve written poems on and off since I was tiny, and I’ve always liked the challenge of highly structured poetic forms like sonnets and villanelles, which force you to pay close attention to both stress and rhyme. And of course I am something of a Shakespeare nut. WHEN IN DOUBT: MORE INNUENDO. Thanks, Billy S. You never steer a girl wrong.
i love the pedestrian-to-car staredown when you see them go from a rolling stop to a full stop. like that’s what the fuck i thought. vehicularly manslaughter me about it
need a bi4bi t4t m/f pairing where the girl is a giant freak and not in the “cute manic pixie” way but in the “unethical experiments in my fucked up laboratory” way and the guy is a golden retriever who thinks he can fix her. and he brings her cute bento lunches and she’s like “bradley shut up put on your fucking gloves and hold this possum down so i can graft these giant grasshopper legs to it”
your brain is unfathomably colossal
[id: comment by i-think-in-color that reads: yzma and kronk. end id]
The thing about living alone is, no matter how long or terrible the night was, or how exhausting: I get to go home to my lovely quiet house and go to bed alone with no one to bother me. my bed is so big and my sheets are so soft and I don’t have to share it with anyone hahaha
