Meet the high school teacher who introduced Lin-Manuel Miranda to Alexander Hamilton
Before "Hamilton," Lin-Manuel Miranda wrote a hell of a high school research paper.

“Every student chose a research paper to work on for the semester on whatever topic they wish,“ Steinfink, now 72, explains. It was an AP-level (but not AP) course in American history. One day, he went around the room asking students to share their topics. “When I came to Lin, he hadn’t yet a clue, so I told him to think for a while and come to me later. He approached me at my desk and still was blank, so I recommended him the Burr-Hamilton duel. He lit up and agreed and, in the end, submitted a wonderful term paper, A-plus.”

A Year in the Making.

One year ago, today, I stumbled across the first ship in Yu-Gi-Oh! that really made me stop and pay attention. Over the course of that year, I have done a fair amount of exploring with that ship, and have even convinced some of y’all to take the voyage with me — if reports are to be believed.

So, today, I reaffirm my mission to break down, work out, and flesh out the dynamics both directly and indirectly influenced by Rivalshipping.

My first, and long time coming, Yu-Gi-Oh! OTP.

Shall we set sail?

Yugi Mutou never expected to fall in love like this.

It wasn’t accurate to consider any one thing the pivotal turning point. He didn’t spend one day thinking, Y’know, Kaiba-kun might not be as bad as the guys think he is, but he’s still kind of a jerk, and then wake up the next morning drawing hearts on notebooks with Y+S scratched inside of them. That said, Yugi did have a small mountain of notebooks in his bedroom for any number of things, and he supposed that — if push came to shove — he might do that.

“I guess … if I’m gonna go right back to the beginning,” he told Joey one evening, when he finally decided to try describing this subtle (or not so subtle) shift in emotions and maybe figure them out, “I kinda … y’know. Realized something, after watching him for all those years. Y’know. While my partner took control and dueled us out of oblivion.”

“Good times, man,” Joey had said, raising a can of cherry cola in salute, “good times. So what’d ya figure out?”

Yugi fidgeted. “He’s … really cute.”

Had he expected resistance? Had he expected ridicule? Yugi supposed he hadn’t really expected much of anything. Perhaps this was why Joey’s actual response — which consisted of absolutely nothing for roughly forty seconds — surprised him so much.

Watching his best friend’s face, using the same skills of observation and intuition that old, ancient king had taught him, Yugi had seen the calculations running through Joey’s head before he finally said:

“Yeah? So, like. Y’gonna ask him out or somethin’?”

“I … I don’t know.”

“Butcha want to. Right? Hey, man. Ain’t like y’ain’t got history.” Joey took a long pull from his soda. “I think you got a shot.”

“Wait. Are you … encouraging me?”

“C’mon. Gimme a little credit, dude. You spent, like, half an hour tryin’ to work out how to tell me this. S’been on your mind for a while, yeah? What’m I gonna do? Make an ‘X’ outta my arms and make buzzing noises? Shit. I may be dumb, but I ain’t stupid.”

“It’s just … well. It’s not like you and Kaiba don’t have … history, too.”

Joey rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well. I ain’t the one who’s gonna take ‘im out to dinner. One, I don’t think he’s big on Chipotle. Two, I don’t wanna get arrested for causing a public disturbance … again.” Yugi sputtered with sudden laughter, but obviously didn’t manage to banish the self-conscious doubts, still waging war behind his eyes.

The smirk that had lifted on Joey’s face as he’d been talking disappeared just as quickly. “All right. All right, let’s back up, here. Let’s figure this shit out, right?” He adjusted the way he was sitting, held out his hands in invitation. “Picture Big Money, right? What’s goin’ through your head? Whatcha thinkin’?”

Yugi raised a skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t think I could properly articulate an answer to that question if I had a year to do it.”

Joey shrugged, chugged the rest of his drink like other people might handle a beer. “It’s Saturday. I ain’t got nowhere to go. I’m hopped up on caffeine. Let’s see what happens.”

Yugi closed his eyes, as a chuckle came unbidden to his lips. “All right. I’ll play ball. I guess the first thing … is …”

Putting scraps to good use. Them windmills had to go. #donquixote #seoul #seoulgraffiti #hongdae #korea #corea #koreangraffiti #koreagraffiti #krgraffiti #duel #duel1 #duelone #duelmci #duelris #duelgraffiti #d1nyc #ilovebombing #spraydaily #fuckyeah #nahmean #🇰🇷

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Magic Duels AI: Worst Player Award 2016

@wizardsmagic, something is very wrong with the opponent AI in the kaladesh campaign. My opponent’s AI seems to think that every turn it is a good idea to crew Weldfast Monitor to Ballista Charger, and then crew Ballista Charger to Ovalchase Dragster, which is really pointless as they could just use the Weldfast Monitor to crew Ovalchase Dragster straight up. But it gets worse. The opponent AI did this every turn during their first main phase for many turns in a row, and then in attacking phase didn’t even attack with their now crewed Ovalchase Dragster. Could you please look into this, as it’s not overly fun to verse an opponent in the campaign who thinks its a good idea to leave themselves defenseless every turn for no reason at all.

Ren held his lightsaber, poised to strike. “I could kill you right now. But there is another way.” Breathing hard, Rey looked up in disgust at the man looming above her. “You’re a monster.” “No. You need a teacher.” He was beseeching and insistent all at once. “I can show you the ways of the Force!” Slowly she shook her head. “The Force?” […]  A long moment passed, in which Ren sensed a change in the air, a change in her.

Then she opened her eyes and attacked, viciously.