But Imagine...

no but guys think about how cool an ASL staging of Hamilton would be

“talk less, smile more”

Lafayette combining ASL with French Sign Language

In “Farmer Refuted” Ham and Seabury go from simply trying to block their audience’s view of each other’s hands to actively slapping each other’s hands down mid-sentence

King George doesn’t deign to sign. He has the ensemble sign for him and gets pissed at how with each reprise there seem to be fewer and fewer ensemble members there to translate.

everybody’s name signs corresponding with their musical leitmotifs

apparently the ASL word for “helpless” can also be used to mean “speechless” in some contexts

during “Helpless,” if you look closely, you can see some of Alex and Angelica’s conversation from “Satisfied” being signed in the background

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THE SIGN FOR “WAIT” IS 

 THE GLORY THAT IS “GUNS AND SHIPS” IN ASL

everyone breaking apart to sign their own parts in “Non-Stop” in a beautiful visual explosion like I am dying just thinking about this

AGGRESSIVE CABINET BATTLE SIGNING

“The Room Where It Happens” being all about being shut out of conversations and decisions, there’s some new subtext to “hold your nose and close your eyes” because you can’t sign while holding your nose and you can’t watch others sign while closing your eyes

Phillip not being able to complete the “sept huit neuf” with Eliza because his hands are going limp as he dies and Eliza actually screaming

Burr’s signing in “Your Obedient Servant” getting more and more angry along with his writing, the syntax of which also changes until “Weehawken. Dawn. Guns. Drawn.” matches up exactly with Burr signing the words–he’s sick and tired of translating every thought into perfect English, he’s tired of signing less and smiling more, he is 100% done with this shit

during Ham’s final “I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory,” it’s not just the music that drops out, it’s the English translation. that’s right, y’all, HAMILTON’S FINAL MONOLOGUE IS ONLY IN ASL

at the end of it, he sets down his pistol prop and makes the ASL sign for “gun” AND RAISES THAT SIGN INTO THE AIR

WHEN ALEXANDER AIMS AT THE SKY, BURR IS STILL HOLDING HIS PISTOL, SO HE CAN’T SIGN HIS “WAIT”–HE HAS TO SCREAM IT WHILE THE ENSEMBLE SIGNS FOR HIM

for all the emphasis put on “who tells your story” and “being a part of/erasing myself from/putting myself back in the narrative,” there isn’t much explicit mention of speech and I think that’s beautiful

I have way too many feelings about this fictional production okay

Day 159

No

oh don’t mind me i’m just thinking about spring awakening

@ bi girls: even if you’ve loved 100 men your love for just 1 woman is important and valid. whatever your relationship with men is and has been does not devalue or invalidate your feelings towards any woman. thanks and have a lovely day.

You were all sharp edges;

twisted and mangled.

She was all soft and gentle;

each curvature of her face coming to meet the next one with ease.

You were rough, torn apart, half-heartedly put back together, guarded.

She was nurtured, loved, protected, outspoken.

You were extreme, gasoline stained boots, matted hair, and a permanent smirk.

She was calm, eyeshadow never out of place, perfect hair, and lip gloss stained kiss.

You were bloody knuckles with flecks of dirt, broken skin, and bleeding lips kissed roughly with hair tugged, needing more.

She was the plaster on a broken bone, a bandage to cover the absence, and not enough to go around.

You were sunrises seen with insomniac eyes, cigarette smoke at midnight, and all too explosive.

She was a good night’s sleep and no circles under your eyes, clean air in a crowded city, safe.

You were afraid to touch her for fear she would break,

She was scared to touch you for fear that she would break you.

You were both ignorant, stupid, foolish, young,

Human.

In love.

Now she’s rough edges, husky voice in the morning from nightmares that never end, and a touch that is never as careful as it used to be.

Now you are fine lines, marble with smooth indents which form words, a smiling picture on the wall of a school; in a year book; next to your Mother.

Finally, she has given you what you needed: calm.

Finally, you have driven her to be what she thought she could never be: chaotic.

ill pay u $7 to have a crush on me

I think it really sucks when you realise how alone you are because you only really talk to 1 maybe 2 people and when neither of them are available you kind of just lay there in bed hoping your phone will buzz with a text from them or something so you continuously check it and you try to distract yourself and then you get sad about how alone you really are

ok shoutout to my people with imperfect skin !! i’m talking any kind of imperfections u all rock and you are beautiful

Right before 9pm on December 24th: participating in leisurely Christmas Eve activities with friends and family...

December 24th, 9pm: *BURSTS IN THROUGH A WINDOW, ROLLS INTO THE LIVING ROOM, HOLDING A VIDEO CAMERA, FULLY DRESSED IN TRADEMARK MAROON & LIGHT BLUE SWEATER WITH STRIPPED SCARF AND GLASSES* December 24th, 9pm eastern standard time. From here on in we shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it... instead of my old shit! *JUMPS ONTO A CONVENIENTLY PLACED BIKE*