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dcbutinamrev · 3 years

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In honor of Hammy’s Death Day Bash, here’s Amrev as Iconic Vines Pt. 3!

(Yes, another one- )

Hamilton and Jefferson: *fighting during a cabinet meeting*

Madison: Can I get a waffle? Can I please get a waffle?

Harrison: I don’t get no sleep cause of y’all! Y’all never gonna sleep cause of me!

Eliza: Girl, guess what they got girl, guess what they got?

Abigal Adams: What?

Eliza: Life-e saviers

Abigal Adams: *wheezes*

Mulligan: Good evening-

Philip H.: It’s an avacado...thanks!

Hamilton: *smokes*

Laurens: *grins* Wow~

Tallmadge: Who’s the hottest uber driver you’ve ever had?

Lafayette: Um...I’ve never went to oovoo Jauver

Meade: Happy Christmas! It’s Christmas! Merry crisis! Merry Chrysler

Hale: Word work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does-

Lafayette: I am confusion. Why is this one Kansas? And this one is not R-Kansas. America explain! Explain what you mean by Are-Kan-saw!

Laurens: Is anyone else kind of hot?

Hamilton: Definietly a little toasty in here

Laurens: Might be a good time to open up some windows

Hamilton:

Hamilton: Ah!

Lafayette: Ah! Stop! I could’ve dropped my crossiant!

Angelica S.: *when she reads the Reynold’s Pamphlet* You freaking freaks! You’re fantasies can’t ever be quenched! Can they?! You freaking freaks! When will you learn?! When will you learn?! That your actions have consequences!

Charles Lee: I’m about sing a song!

Laurens: Move bitch! Get out the way!

General Clinton: I’m just chillin’ in Cedar Rapids-

Hamilton: *at Laurens* Country-boy, I love you, blech

Washington: *when Hamilton asks to leave to go with Laurens in South Carolina* No off topic questions. Because I don’t want too. No. Permission denied. That’s an off topic question. Next. You have been stopped-

The Continenatals: *at the Redcoats* Look at all those chickens!

Spada: *barks*

Lafayette: The power of Christ compells you! The power of Christ compells you!

Tilghman: *sleeping*

Meade: *pours water*

Tilghman: Hello?

Andre: *plays flute hard-core like in carriage*

Washington: *walks in room*

Hamilton: Brah!

Washington: *jumps and relaxes* I’m gonna kill you. I’m gonna kill you. Not even worried about it..

The aides: *laughs*

Jefferson: We actually have the chip reader now.

Hamilton: Oh, yeah?

Jefferson: Oh, it’s not gonna work with that kind of...

*transaction completed*

Jefferson:

Franklin: *blows smoke* Atom-

Hamilton: How do you know what’s good for me?!

Washington: That’s my OPINION!

The other aides:

Eliza: Philip, let me see what you got?

Philip H.: A knife!

Eliza: No!

Arnold: You know what? I love myself. Even though I look like a BURNT chicken nugget, I still love myself

Lafayette: *learning English* Wha...wha...

Hamilton: What does that say, Marquis

Lafayette: Wha...?

Hamilton: No!

Laurens: *at the pantsless flaming shots party* Two shots of vodka-

Peggy S.: Eliza wake up!

Eliza: One more minute!

Peggy: You’ve been in a coma for two years...

Eliza: Okay, two more minutes-

Tallmadge: *playing piano*

Hale: SAIL!

Laurens: *talking about Kinloch* Yeah so he broke up with me

Hamilton: Why are you looking up?

Laurens: I need to cry but my lotion was $48!

John Adams: I wanna be a cowboy, baby! I wanna be a cowboy, baby!

Philomena Cheer: Hey, I want to be famous

Laurens: *note says I do* Read this

Hamilton: I do

Laurens: He said yes!

Burr: You gotta tell me everything, right now

Hamilton: No

Burr: Please

Hamilton: No

Burr: Please

Hamilton: No

Laurens: And just remember! No one will be able to hate you than you already hate yourself

Peggy Shippen: People say I can’t do what I love without college...I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger!

Laurens: Nope, there’s no Q. You loose

Hamilton: Dude, are you kidding me? You can still add something

Laurens: I added a belt, four earrings, and an extra arm! You loose!

John Hancock: Would anyone like some stew-

Hamilton: Babe, do you love me?

Laurens: *after he discovers Hamilton’s marriage* Not in the slightest

Hamilton: Uugh, for real? Oh my God

King George III: All over the world, people are dying of starvation. Africa, Asia, the fucking M24!

Burr: Not on my watch! Not on my watch!

Lafayette: *to Laurens about the Schuykill incident*: We tried, but we lost him

Laurens: Okay, well find him please

Caleb Brewster: I got this long hair, this big sexy beard, I love my socks cause it’s unique-

Hamilton: I don’t feel like driving!

Laurens: *panics and grabs wheel*

Jefferson: I don’t sing in the shower... I perform...

King George III: We go to parks everywhere. McDonald’s, supermarkts, stadiums, the fucking M24!

Hamilton: *at Laurens* Hey, I think you’re really cool. I like you a lot. Maybe we could hang out or something

Revere: What are you doing?

Franklin: I’m making holy water...

Revere: How is that making holy water?

Franklin: I’m boiling the hell out of it

Revere:

Henry Laurens: That’s it! Time out! Get on the lamp!

Laurens: *awkwardly on lamp* I’m in hell!

Andre: Get me a Bloody Mary and make it snappy

Arnold: Sir, this is Subway-

Andre: Just make it happen-

Monroe: Dear diary, today I couldn’t find my diary so I’m writing this on both of my Kung-Fu Panda 2 DVDs-

Andre: All these ghosts, all these ghosts, and I still can’t find a boo...

Adams: Where’s my new balances hun?

Abigal Adams: I put them in the closet

Adams: Well, they’re not in here! Let’s rock and roll

Abigal Adams: We have to go-

Adams: I have to record this

Burr: I should have left you on the street corner where you were standing

Hamilton: But ya didn’t!

Meade: Hey, Harrison,

Harrison: What man?

Meade: Dogs be like...meow!

Harrison: You stupid idiot! Dogs be like bark!

James Hamilton: Okay, you’re in time out! Get on top of the fridge! Get up there!

Hamilton: This house is a fucking nightmare!

#vines #iconic vines #amrev as vines #hammy's death day bash #men don't wear foundation so i had to use lotion that was the closet thing I could thing of #this took me foreever to make #i would make this into a video but i don't know how #amrev

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mentally-unavailable · 3 years

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Hello! I was wondering if maybe you could do a jealous!Tamaki Suoh x Fem!reader where the reader makes a bet with a dude and if she loses she needs to go put with him , and the reader being the genius she is she loses and now Tamaki is trying to get her to skip the date? And in the end, Tamaki just goes and spies on her because he's scared that the reader will be the dude's gf lol (sorry if it's too long!)

(A/N: Anon, I LOVE YOU! I love Tamaki so much! Hope I do him justice :P)

‘Welcome to the Mind Palace’

‘I like you not him!’

Making a bet with your classmate was supposed to funny not stressful. Ito a classmate of yours had made a bet saying ‘If I can get a better grade than you on our upcoming English test, you’ll go on ONE date with me’. You agreed as you had the highest scores on all English tests and Ito didn’t really do too well in English. But, somehow he had gotten a better score than you by ONE point. You of course agreed with him and choose a time and place for your date. A little happy you ended up telling Haruhi about it during club time. You and Haruhi had been friends since the being of school as you both had studied together from time to time.

Walking over to Haruhi you gave her a smile before sitting at her table. ‘Hey (y/n) how are you today?” she asked with a smile as she poured you some tea. “Oh, it’s going okay. Although, I’m a bit nervous. I’m going on a date with Ito, the boy I made a bet with on Monday. He did better than me by one point.” you said with a pout before sipping on your tea. Haruhi gasped “Really? I’m happy for you. Why are you nervous though?” she asked tilting her head in confusion. You chuckled “Oh, no. This is my first date ever as I’ve always declined offers. I’ve wanted to go on one though with a particular person though....” you said as you looked over at Tamaki talking to his clients. Haruhi smiled “I’m sure if you asked senpai he would say yes”. You shook your head no “It’s okay. I already know I’ll be rejected anyway. But, I’ve got to go I have some studying to do” you said standing up and walking away from Haruhi. Turning your head to face her you waved before leaving the club room.

The next day you were walking on school grounds trying to clear your mind as you kept wishing the date was with Tamaki instead of Ito. ‘I mean it’s one date, it’s not like we’ll actually go on another’ you thought shaking your head. “(Y/N)! WAIT” a voice called out behind you. Turning around you saw Tamaki running towards you full force. You squeaked as he got close enough and put both of his hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him in confusion “Hey senpai. How can I help you?” you asked voice shaking. “Are you really going on a date!?” he asked shaking you a little. “HEH?” you asked “Uh. Yeah, how did you even learn about that? I only told Haruhi,” you said with confusion. “So those devil twins were right! No not my princess! I won’t allow it!” he yelled. “Why is that?” you asked. “It’s because I-. Because Daddy won’t allow it! I won’t let my little girl get tainted by some dirty BOY!” he yelled. You sighed in disappointment hoping maybe he had a different reason why. “Look Senpai, I understand you’re worried. But, I’ll be okay. Also, Ito isn’t that bad of a guy” you said taking his hands off your shoulders. “I’ll see you later Senpai,” you said as you turned to walk back to class.

The date came faster than you wanted, all during the week Tamaki kept trying to convince you not to go. Even as going as far as begging, in the end you kept ignoring him. Quickly you walked down the sidewalk towards the cafe you had agreed to meet Ito at. You had put on a long sundress and chunky sandals, in the distance you saw Ito leaning on the wall waiting. “ITO!” you yelled out waving your hands trying to get his attention. He perked up hearing your voice and turned to wave at you. You ran to meet him and stopped and smile at him. He grinned back before you both walked into the cafe. You both sat down and ordered drinks. You both chatted for a bit before your phone vibrated. Looking down you picked it up seeing it was a text: ‘Why aren’t you eating?’- Tamaki

Confused you looked around and spotted him with the twins in a booth with horrible disguises. You sighed before setting your phone back down and making sure to pay attention to Ito. Your phone kept vibrating so you turned it off “Is that anyone important?” Ito asked sipping on his lemonade. You shook your head no “No, it's just my.......friend being dumb.” you said with a small smile. Ito then took your hand into his. “You know, I’m happy you agreed to go on this date with me. But, I know you don’t like me like that. So, thank you for still willing to entertain me.” he said with a sad smile. “huh? What do you mean?” you asked. “You know what I mean. I can see how you look at him. Tamaki Suoh I mean. It’s not like all the other girls but with real admiration and love. I hope you one day see that he looks at you just the same” he said before kissing your knuckles “I’ll pay don’t worry” he said before going over to the cash register. You blinked ‘HEH!?’ you thought as your face exploded in heat.

Quickly you grabbed your bag before running over to where Tamaki and the twins sat. You grabbed Tamaki’s wrist before running out of the cafe with him in tow. “Woah! (Y/N) What's going on? Are you upset I was spying?” he asked as you came to a stop at a park. You turned around and looked him in the eyes “SENPAI-NO TAMAKI SUOH! I LOVE YOU. I’VE LOVED YOU SINCE FOREEVER. AND I KNOW YOU DON’T FEEL THE SAME AND CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER. BUT I NEEDED TO TELL YOU. THAT I LOVE-” you yelled before feeling you lips crash against another. Your eyes were wide before relaxing and kissing him back. You both pulled away looking at one another “(y/n), I love you too. I was too scared to say it. Even as I watched as Ito was going to take you away. I love you” he said looking down shy. Your eyes watered in happiness before grabbing Tamaki by his head and kissing him again.

(A/N: I hope you enjoyed this little dabble/one-shot. I love Tamaki so much. I hope I did him justice and not make him seem too OOC. Hope you enjoyed and have a good day/afternoon/night, stay hydrated! :P)

#OHSHC #host club #ouran high school #ouran private academy #tamaki suoh #tamaki senpai #tamaki suoh x reader #tamaki x reader #tamaki senpai x reader #x fem!reader #x female!reader #ohshc x reader

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docholligay · 7 years

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Prompt: "That is because you think with a peasant's values. My world is different from yours!" Michiru/Haruka

SORRY BECAUSE a) I’m sure this was supposed to be funny but oops and b) it took me foreever because it’s like 1800 words and c) it takes place int he Au of Mystery and Shadow, which I rarely publish here

Dream couples are largely an illusion of the popular media, those magical unicorns who never fight, or hurt each other’s feelings, or act inconsiderately or unkindly, and Michiru had, in fact, never imagined herself and Haruka to be any level of perfection, other than the fact that Michiru had, in some great miracle from on high, found someone she truly loved, who loved her back.

Which did, of course, not stop them from occasionally falling into the ridiculous.

If you had asked Michiru how it began, she would have said with a party at her parents’ home, and her own indiscreet child, which was true in its own way, but also an easy scapegoat. In truth, it began the moment each was born, the modeling into the human they would each become beginning from the start, those first strokes on the canvas unable to be erased.

It had started innocently enough, her parents asking where MA planned to attend school after she graduated. Michiru had began with some wavering thought about the various merits, when MA had interjected.

“I’m going to beauty school.” She did not break eye contact with her grandfather, Michiru seeing too much of herself in the pride of her chin.

Michiru gave a laugh. “Don’t be silly. Your potential far exceeds that of a hairdresser.” She looked back over at her parents. “We’ll begin touring colleges early next year.”

“I’m not going.” MA stared at her pointedly.

Kimi shuffled nervously in her chair. “There’s a science program at the university. I’m going this summer…” Her grandparents were intensely proud of her many academic successes, and Kimi was used to using it to smooth over difficulties.

But MA was on top of it now. “I’m barely passing school anyhow.”

Her grandfather looked over at her. “You are a smart girl, with excellent breeding. There’s no reason you shouldn’t be succeeding, except for lack of effort, if you--”

“There’s always the possibility,” her grandmother smiled, “that she’ll simply marry well. It isn’t ideal, but she’s very attractive, fluent in a few languages, a sculptor. I’m sure--”

“Nope.” MA shook her head, crossing her arms. “Going to beauty school.”

“I think it’s a good job,” Haruka wiped her mouth with a napkin. “And I think you’ll be good at it. I mean, god Michi, how much do you pay to get your hair done?”

Michiru looked over at Haruka. “You don’t think your daughter should aspire?”

“Nothing wrong with practical work, Michiru.” Her voice was ever so slightly tense.

“Well,” Michiru’s mother interrupted, “of course you would think so.”

“She is a Kaioh,” Michiru’s voice was cold and controlled as she took a sip of wine, “and there are expecta--”

“Funny, I thought her last name was Tenoh-Kaioh.”

“I think I want to be a doctor!” Kimi burst over the table. “And I’m working really hard to get good grades, I had all A’s this year, and I won something at the science fair, I’m going on to regionals!”

Michiru smiled at her. “Yes. I brought a cake, to celebrate.”

“I cannot believe you.” Michiru threw her purse down on the bed. “How could you say such a thing, in front of my parents?”

“What, that I want my daughter to have a job that makes her happy? I know she looks just like you, but she’s NOT like you.” Haruka wheeled past her and took off her jacket, hanging it on a hook on the wall. “Fucking sorry, Michiru.”

“She has to go to college, Haruka,” Michiru whirled around to face her, “She can always go do her silly hair thing later, but she must have an education.”

“Oh, come on!” Haruka unbuttoned her shirt, “You don’t care about her education, you care about how it looks.”

“Sometimes, how things look matter. Though I wouldn’t expect you to understand that.” Stop. Her mind said. You love her, and you are being unkind. You need to come together.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? I think she’ll make good money, and she’ll like it, and that’s all I care about.”

“That is because you think with a peasant's values. My world is different from yours!” As soon as she said it, she hated herself for it, for way it sounded in her mouth, her mother’s voice echoing through her own.

Haruka stared at her. “Are you serious right now?”

Michiru’s voice was calm. “I want her to have a rich, full mind, well-educated in literature and history and philosophy and the arts.”

Haruka just shook her head. “Just say it, MIchiru.”

“And what” she crossed her arms, “Praytell, might that be?”

“Say you don’t want her to be like me.”

Michiru took a breath. “I want her to keep her options open.”

Haruka rolled her eyes. “That’s what I fucking thought,” She transferred onto the bed, “sorry you have to share your bed with a stupid, lowborn peasant, your fucking highness,” she rolled over and looked at Michiru, “You’re such a fucking snob that you’re gonna drive our kid away, you know that?”

“You won’t even attempt to see my side of it, I see. Go sleep downstairs.”

“You go sleep downstairs! I’m already in bed!” Her mouth was in a hard line, and Michiru’s eyebrow twitched.

“Very well.” She picked up her pillow and a blanket. “I’m going to my studio in the attic. You won’t bother me.”

Haruka called after her. “I’ve never been so fucking happy I can’t walk in my entire life!”

___

Kimi burst into MA’s room. “Why did you do that?”

MA looked up from her fashion magazine and sighed. “I don’t care about whatever you have to say.”

“All they fight about is you! It’s always you!” Kimi grabbed the fashion magazine out of her hands and tossed it across the room, and MA raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Couldn’t you just go? Part time??”

MA got up off her bed. “Why should I do something I hate to make other people happy?”

“You’re so selfish, MA!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “Everyone is mad, and I hate it!”

MA crossed her arms. “Sorry I’m not inclined to be a doormat like you.”

“It’s not just this, it’s everything! You’re always in trouble! And it makes Mom and Pop so upset, and I wish you’d just stop!” She felt tears flow down her face, and hated that she couldn’t stop them.

“Oh my god, you crybaby.” MA sneered. “Why don’t you ask Mom why she can’t just let me live my life? She’s always in my business! And I don’t get in trouble anymore!”

Kimi sniffled, “You’re failing…”

“Because I hate it! I asked Mom to let me out of that fancy academy, and she won’t!” MA shook her head. “Besides, perfect child is already taken, Kimiko.”

“That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Whatever,” She scoffed, “You bend over backwards to be the angel. I’m doing you a favor by being your dramatic foil.” She flopped down in her chair and began filing her nails. “Anyway, get out, I’m done talking about this.”

Kimi swung open the door. “I hate you so much.”

___

Up the rickety staircase of the attic, Michiru sat in her studio, the anger long passed as the moon curved across the sky and bathed the ground in shifting white hues. The coolness of the night creaked into her bones, reminding her of the things she’d said, and hadn’t meant, and all she could hear was her mother’s voice, and all she could see was her father’s scorn.

It is difficult, sometimes, to separate others from our expectations for them, and Michiru felt a rare pang of sympathy for her parents having watched her marry Haruka. She had thought them so unreasonable to object to someone who loved her so deeply, and here she was, objecting to something her daughter loved deeply, and excelled at.

She sighed heavily. She wasn’t all wrong--there was more cachet in having a degree, particularly from the sorts of places her family could afford, but what was cachet against a life spent doing something she truly hated? Jobs were difficult enough when you cared for the subject matter.

She had hurt Haruka’s feelings, and Haruka had lashed out. Whether she was 18 or 38, some things never changed, however hard Haruka had worked to change them.

Whether Michiru was 18 or 38, she tended to be a hypercritical snob.

She tossed the blanket on the couch.

___

Haruka turned over, again, unable to get comfortable.

“This mattress is all lumpy.” She said to no one in particular.

Lumped with your guilt, maybe, came the reply. Michiru was so patient with the way Haruka’s raising had affected her, and Haruka never gave her the same consideration. Why had it been so important to her to say that in front of Michiru’s parents? Don’t they give her enough trouble? She could have saved it.

She wished Michiru would come through the door. She wished she could apologize, tell her she loved her, that she wasn’t a snob, and that maybe they could use her connections to get MA an internship at a fashion house or something. That’d be good, right? That’d be enough to convince her parents.

But the door stayed closed, no matter how long Haruka’s eyes trained on it, and she heard only the sound of her own breath, whispering into the night.

Haruka awoke to the sound of a tray being set on the bed.

“I brought you breakfast.” Michiru sat at the edge of the bed. “To apologize for my boorish behavior last night. She is, indeed, also your child, and you have every right to comment on her education.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “And I was being a bit snobbish over the entire affair.”

Haruka looked down at the lovingly made dry eggs and lump pancakes. Michiru had cooked herself.

“I know,” Michiru said, interrupting her thoughts, “and so I brought this. “She picked up a carafe of mimosas from the side table.

“Michiru, I’m so sorry.” She looked over at her wife, beautiful in the light of the morning.

“Whyever should you apologize?”

Haruka picked at the pancakes. “I know how you are with your parents. It was mean to do that in front of them. I know better. I shouldn’t have.”

Michiru snuggled in next to her. “We must figure out some manner of united front on this issue, Haruka.”

Haruka put her arm around Michiru. “We have to let her do it, Michi. You kept her at the academy, and it didn’t help.”

Michiru nodded. “Fair, you did capitulate on that issue.”

Haruka kissed the top of her head. “I know it’s hard to let go.You may be a princess, but you’re MY princess.”

“Is too late to return them, do you think? I’ve quite had enough of this whole parenting adventure.”

Haruka laughed, and Kimi smiled as it carried into her room.

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