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Jefferson/Madison/Burr: Hamilton we know you stole money from the government

Hamilton: HAH! YOU GOT IT WRONG! I was cheating on my wife! Who looks bad now?

Jefferson/Madison/Burr:...still...you...

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Did anyone notice how quickly the internet turned into a Lovecraftian horror scenario?

Like we’ve got this dimension right next to ours, that extends across the entire planet, and it is just brimming with nightmares. We have spambots, viruses, ransomware, this endless legion of malevolent entities that are blindly probing us for weaknesses, seeking only to corrupt, to thieve, to destroy.

Add onto that the corrupted ones themselves, humans who’ve abandoned morality and given up faces to hunt other people, jeering them, lashing out, seeing how easy it is to kill something you can’t touch or see or smell. They’ll corrupt anything they think could be a vessel for their message and they’ll jabber madly at any who question them. Their chittering haunts every corner of the internet. They are not unlike the spambots in some ways.

Add on top of that the arcane magisters, who are forever working at the cracks between our world and the world we made. Some of them do it for fun, some of them do it for wealth, others do it for the power of nations unwise enough to trust them. There are mages who work to defend against this particular evil, but they are mad prophets, and their advice is almost never heeded, even by those who keep them as protection.

All people know several spells to use the internet. Facebook asks you for the magic words to log in, so does your email, so does your twitter and on and on. The spells are words or a gesture with the hand, some use the colour of your eyes, or the shape of your finger. Our chief of security joked about requiring users to give a drop of blood before they could log in. Many do not understand the humour of mages.

The cracks between the two are breaking. IP cameras filled our world with eyes and the magisters learned how to open almost all of them. We all carry magic slabs of glass that if you hold it up to your ear can sing to you with a loved one’s voice, but if you look at it with your eyes, can show you a corrupted human with bleeding orange skin scream the profane with a thousand voices. The other day I saw someone hack a moving vehicle. At one point they made it stop. At another they made it so it couldn’t stop. Some of our best and brightest are going to create an army of four winged bats hovering throughout every city and we are going to connect them directly to the dimension where the nightmares live.

I’m not saying it’s all bad, but I am saying Cthulhu lies deathless dreaming in this web we built him and he is waking up.

poe dameron: wow the stars are beautiful

finn: yeah they are

poe: do you know who else is beautiful?

finn: *blushes* who?

rey walking behind them: bb-8

finn & poe: that's true

They call you a monster with a sneer on their lips like just the thought of you is bitter. They say it with a grin of fake fondness, a joke that you’ve never laughed at. They say it and it doesn’t bother you. Nothing bothers you anymore.

You were a child once. You were a child with golden hair and wide, hazel eyes full with excitement and wonder. Once you wore a smile on your mouth that wasn’t twisted by madness; it was easy and joyful because the world hadn’t crumbled in on you yet. You were sunshine and warmth before they stripped you of your youthful innocence and left you raw and hurting.

You think about how you’ve always had more tears on your cheeks than a smile gracing your lips. You think about how you know the taste of blood in your mouth, the crunch of your own broken bones, the raw flame of being torn apart from the inside out. You wish you could forget.

You’ve been screaming since you were small and you’ve never stopped.

They think it’s a war cry and you don’t tell them differently.

You’ve torn yourself into pieces to try and keep people who don’t want you. You’re used to the ache of broken promises, familiar and old as time. You do not break your promises. You expect others always do.

You were gentle once. A baby bird had fallen from a tree and you placed it in a shoe box. You couldn’t leave it because it’s helpless cries reminded you too much of yourself. You stroked its tiny head and nursed it back to health and set it free. It flew away and you were jealous. You’d been wishing you had wings for years.

You are too much and the world hates it. You hate it too. There’s too much feeling in your chest for your brother, for your cousin, for two boys who trust you to protect your lives and all you can think is “I will do for you what I cannot do for me”.

You keep your promises and you bury your pain. You let them call you monster because it’s easier. You let them call you soulless because it’s easier. You would much rather see their hatred than the pity you know would come in it’s stead.

-you’re not a monster, you’re a shield, c.k.b.

Ok, so now I just need to find a gay infj

pros & cons of the mbti-types: ENTP

pros:

- always ready to party!!

- sarcastic lil shit

- “so what it´s rock and roll!”

- flirty and attractive personality

- has the combined charisma of 20 000 people

- mischiveous

- patrick from the perks of being a wallflower

- sirius black

- will make any infj swoon

- THEY ARE WONDERFUL OKAY

cons:

- may bottle up their feelings

- what are the cons of these beutiful people anyways???

If you think it's wrong or shameful for someone to have a casual relationship to magic, witchcraft, the gods, etc., you are functionally a fundamentalist. There's no difference between you and the Bible thumper who thinks everybody needs to be in constant prayer and thinking about God's will at all times.

What do you want, Burr? 

Fourth in the series of Hamilton characters + lyrics (previously: Hamilton - Eliza - Washington). This is definitely my favorite so far, although it does show off my terrible lack of ability to write in cursive. 

who do you ship Kylo with?

common sense, doing the right thing, being a good person, fixing his life, a self-help book, atoning for his sins, apologizing to his mother