✨ maddie ✨

✨ CONFETTI!!! ✨
          
          Send to 10 other profiles and watch the confetti spread :D

Wow. I’m officially twenty years old. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          I’m old ✨
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Anyways, it’s my birthday, peasants. 
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          — with love, Maddie 

hey u should do laurliza (laurens x eliza) on ur hamilton ships book!

Meet your new follower..."

Hello I love your book so much!!!

I got bored and wanting to take a small break on the Hamilton reacts to ships book, and created this monstrosity below. Of course, I didn’t finish—so like, finish this for me peasants because I’m too lazy. 
          
          Just kidding, but you can finish this if you want, I’m probably going to go back to writing for the reaction book. Enjoy this shit.
          
          
          
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          It was three o'clock in the morning and out of all the stupid shit Alexander Hamilton could be doing, he's standing on the doorstep of his neighbor, his enemy: Thomas Jefferson. Alex hadn't planned on visiting his shitty neighbor, in fact, he would much rather be working on writing his book than dealing with Thomas and James bullshit, but something had to be done.
          
          Alexander murmurs a few curse words before repeatedly knocking on Satan's door. After a few minute of knocking on Thomas's door, he hears a loud shouting of curse words from inside the house and grins. It just brings joy into Alexander's eyes to piss off his neighbors. 
          
          Of course, that quickly ended when the door opened to reveal Jefferson himself—wearing a white robe and bunny slippers.
          
          "Hamilton," Jefferson mutters bitterly, his tone sending chills through Alexander's spine as he continues to glare at him with his dark chocolate eyes, "What do you want?"
          
          Alexander crosses his arms as he takes a deep breath before speaking his complaint of the week: "I want you to keep it in your fucking pants, Jeffershit. I can hear your loud sex from my bedroom! My bedroom!” 
          
          
          ((At this point, I’m tired. Finish it if you want, I don’t care. By the way, this is a neighbor au but I guess you can change it????))

Oof, c'est presque le matin, mais rendons hommage aux agents de santé le jour de la Bastille