She/Her : “Slightly” obsessed with Hamilton All things GG Both Gossip and Gilmore Also “Slightly” obsessed with GA MerDer will forever be superior Book Fanatic Send any Music/Book recommendations :)
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I'm not sure if you want/need wring prompts, but if you do want to and have the time could you please do Phil ii/Eliza jr asking Betsy for a bedtime story about Ham and her obliging? If not please ignore.
This is a little bit of a loose answer to this prompt, but it did inspire the story! Hope you enjoy!
Ginger Cookies
[Read on AO3]
Rated: General Audiences
Summary: The Hamilton family gathers around the kitchen table to share memories of their departed loved one.
The blast of hot air from the oven smelled temptingly of spices as Eliza reached inside to retrieve the second pan of ginger cookies. She placed the pan off to the side to cool, away from grabbing little hands. Laughter sang through the kitchen, the children all gathered around the table preparing the next batch for the oven as they chattered and giggled. When she turned around to join them, she noticed, from the corner of her eye, a small figure hovering the shadows of the stairway, trying to decide whether to join.
“Ready, Mama,” Angelica said, pushing the next prepared tray towards her.
Little Betsey jabbed her finger into one of the round balls of dough and brought it to her lips, smirking mischievously.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” she said to Angelica as she wiggled a finger at Betsey. The little girl laughed at the teasing admonishment. Eliza turned again to place the new tray into the open oven to start baking.
When she turned again, her gaze drifted back to the stairwell.
“Mama, remember that picnic at the lake near Grandpapa’s?” Jamie interjected into the general merriment, grinning. “You and Papa were sitting on the dock? And then Papa…he….” The memory had him collapsed over in a fit of laughter, with Alex and Johnny both joining him, the three boys all but snorting with giggles as they gripped their sides.
Betsey’s eyebrows had drawn together as she watched her brothers, confused. “What did Papa do at the lake?”
“He pushed Mama in the water,” William said, taking his first tentative step into the kitchen from the stairs. The three older boys gasped with renewed laughter at the words.
Betsey’s little jaw dropped as she looked back at her brother, then at her mother for confirmation.
Phil looked equally baffled, repeating, “Papa pushed you in the water?”
“He did, indeed,” Eliza said, a smile blossoming on her face.
She closed her eyes a moment, letting the memory wash over her. The sun had blazed down on them all afternoon, so hot that her fan had done nothing to cool her. Alexander had suggested dipping her toes in the water, but even that hadn’t helped.
Amid her latest complaints, he had, with no warning, shoved her right off the dock into the lake below. She’d surface quickly enough, sputtering as she got her feet under her in the chest-deep water. The children had all been watching, wide-eyed, from the picnic blanket, but Alexander had been laughing hysterically above her.
“You rat!” she’d charged, glaring up at him.
That had only made him laugh harder. Still, he’d gotten down on a knee to offer his hand. Propelling herself forward, she’d reached up as though to accept his help. Only, when she had a firm grip, she’d yanked him hard towards her instead, and he tumbled off the dock into the water with a great splash.
He’d surfaced beside her with a gasp to a chorus of laughter from their children. Sniffling, he’d pushed the hair from his eyes and blinked at her. “I suppose I deserved that.”
“And then some,” she’d said.
“But you’re cooler, now, aren’t you?” he’d said smugly.
She splashed water at his face and laughed when he flinched away, nose wrinkling. Then he’d surged forward, catching her in his arms and giving her a soft, slow kiss. She had been cooler, admittedly, and the disapproving stare Alexander had endured from her mother had sent her into hysterical giggles of her own after they’d made it back to her parents that afternoon.
Eliza chuckled to herself fondly and leaned against the table across from her youngest children. “Your Papa was a silly goose. But it was all right. I pulled him into the lake after me, and then he had to endure Grandmama’s wrath, so I wager he learned his lesson twice that day.”
Betsey and Phil grinned at her.
Johnny, still laughing, added, “And remember when we tried to fly the kite that day we were camping? When Papa got all tangled up in strings?”
The boys all doubled over again.
Looking back towards William, she gestured for him to come join them. He sidled up to her, leaning against her side. She brushed a hand through his messy hair affectionately.
“I’m surprised you remember that, honey,” she said. “You were so little.” He couldn’t have been more than four that day when they’d picnicked at the lake.
He shrugged.
“Would you like a ginger cookie?”
“Papa’s cookies?” William asked.
“The very ones,” she agreed. The recipe had been her mother’s originally, but Alexander had loved them. His eyes always lit up like a child’s when he smelled them baking. While she reached to retrieve the cooled cookie tray, she suggested, “Why don’t you tell Phil and Betsey about why these are Papa’s cookies?”
“They were Papa’s favorites,” William said simply.
“He could eat a whole pan by himself,” Alex said. “It was very impressive.”
“Remember,” William started, a tiny smile starting at the corners of his lips, “Remember when he tried to make them with us while Mama was away?”
“They burned so badly,” Jamie laughed. “Big old lumps of charcoal. Papa suggested we use them to feed the fire.”
“Why did you make them today?” William asked, peeking up at her.
That was a fair enough question. Usually the ginger cookies were saved for the holidays (or for when Alexander had been particularly endearing). In any event, a random Saturday in the early fall was certainly not typical.
“I was just missing him,” she said honestly. “The smell always makes me think of him.”
She passed the cookies out to Phil and Betsey while the older boys all grabbed a confection for themselves. William accepted a cookie as well, inhaling the smell before putting it to his lips. He leaned against her again.
“I miss him, too,” William said softly.
She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him closer to her side.
The smell of the baking ginger cookies had attracted all the other children to her as well, one by one. Phil and Betsey were intrigued by the promise of sweets, but the older children knew the significance of the smell. They’d gathered around her, telling silly stories designed to make her laugh. That Phil and Betsey benefited from the sharing of precious memories of the father they barely remembered only made it sweeter.
Later that night, when the children had been tucked into bed, Eliza poured herself a glass of wine and retrieved one of the last ginger cookies from atop the stove. Then she closed herself into Alexander’s office, curling up in his armchair with his robe tucked securely around her. Holding the sweet to her nose, she inhaled and savored the scent.
She ducked her face down to the side, rubbing her cheek against his soft robe, her tear track leaving a damp spot on the material.
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probably why so many teens take to social media where they can enthusiastically share their interests and achievements and get positive feedback that their parents never gave
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hamiltonmusical: On August 25, for one night only, watch a conversation with Lin-Manuel Miranda and the women of Hamilton (Jasmine Cephas Jones, Philippa Soo, and Renée Elise Goldsberry), hosted by Soledad O'Brien! Tickets are $10 and all proceeds go to @/LatinoVictoryUS
“I am always very happy My Dear Eliza when I can steal a few moments to sit down and write to you. You are my good genius; of that kind which the ancient Philosophers called a familiar; and you know very well that I am glad to be in every way as familiar as possible with you.”
— Excerpt from Alexander Hamilton to Eliza Hamilton, 19 November 1798
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I find it interesting how in Hamilton Burr hands Alexander a book, Eliza puts his jacket on for him, Angelica hands him two more books, and John Laurens hands him his bag.
What i find ironic is that to me Maria was a big part of Hamilton’s story considering she had such a big impact on what his life became with his wife but yet she is not introduced from the very beginning as someone who is important to his life in the opening number “Alexander Hamilton”
From the start we know that Burr is important as we see Hamilton hand him his Jacket and,in return gets handed a book from burr
Next we see Eliza who is clearly important in Hamilton’s life being (to me) his lost important love interest,(to me) the one that he loved the most/truly lived out of her,Angelica,and Maria...help him put on his jacket
Then we see Angelica hand Hamilton a book and everyone knows that Angelica and Hamilton had a very close connection although i would not necessarily explain this “connection” as romántico or go as far as saying that Hamilton loved Angelica because (to me) it seems like they had very similar ways of thinking at most.
Finally we see John Laurens hans Hamilton his bag. His relationship with Laurens can either be a very close/brotherly relationship or can be a forbidden love that could never truly be acted on because of the time period.
However i find it interesting that Maria was not mentioned at the beginning even though she is present when Eliza and Angelica say they love him.
Okay so i’ve decided that i’m going to keep this tumblr but it’s no longer going to be a fan page for MegHarry,although i still am a fan i no longer have the time to manage the page and there is not a lot of content that i would be able to post although i am very happy for them and wish them the best,the decision of them stepping back as senior members of the the royal family there is really no reason for me to keep this fan page :)
However this page will still be up and i will still be posting on it,though it will be about all the things that i am interested in a less about only meghan and harry