this was supposed to be a bigger thing

anonymous asked:

How does Mugs even have these powers?

Though I can’t spoil too much, 

I will say when you give a child a contract, they never do really read the fine print. Cup signed his soul to the Devil at the age of 6 and thought it would be just him and of course Satan told him it would be just him.

That wasn’t the case.

Cup even asked Satan to never get Mugs involved with anything he does, but I mean, it’s Satan. He will say one thing but do the other. In that previous post I made, it says that there are people who look at Mugs and know what he is capable of.

Satan has bigger plans overall. He isn’t supposed to play fair.

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I decided to draw this thing based off of a bigger idea I had when the PPG reboot started using memes (so like… right from the beginning). Kids HATE memes/fads when adults or corporations who have no clue what they’re doing or why it was supposed to be cool or funny in the first place use them. ‘Cause then they just suck out your life essence and make you wanna die. So… clearly they should be used as a tool of evil! To destroy children! And what better lame-o to use a tool like that than THIS chimpy lame-o!

Anyway… enjoy/be terrified!

so I’m both a fan of Bojack Horseman and Rick and Morty so when I critique the fandoms it’s coming from someone who enjoys both of those shows but

the problem with a lot of the fanbase (Rick and Morty being especially bad about this, because Rick’s ability to perform escapism is due to his intelligence rather than his money, and the Rick and Morty fanbase is just bigger and less self-aware) is that they mistake the characters for heroes instead of antiheroes

both Bojack and Rick know what the right thing to do is, and occasionally they do it, but for the most part they avoid doing so because the right thing involves introspection and effort, which is difficult and requires strength of character - you’re not supposed to admire them for this

both of those shows are supposed to be tragic, but in the case of Rick and Morty the fanbase saw a societally unattractive, socially inept man make a few clever quips and construct a full body mecha out of the plundered remains of rat carcasses and are like “I want to be that guy, I want to be smart, the reason why Rick is in pain is because he’s smart and people ~don’t understand us him~” instead of realizing that Rick is in pain because he’s fucking depressed and his chaos is his way from escaping reality and not something to be emulated

Patronus
  • So the patronus isn’t straight up taught in Hogwarts, as a wise professor once said, it’s a ‘highly advanced spell, well beyond O.W.L level’
  • But you know, this is the marauders, the rebellious little nerds that we all know and love.
  • So James got hold of a book from  the library one day about how to do the patronus and it seemed very cool. Not the whole fighting dementors part, but the distant and simple communication? priceless for a marauder.
  • And so they all stayed up one night trying to learn how to do it.
  • Sirius was actually the first to successfully do the spell. He had spent the last hour lavishly flinging his wand in the air shouting ‘Expecto Patronum!’ to no avail. Them Remus told him he should try to think of a happier memory.
  • He thought of the first time he had called Euphemia Potter ‘mum’. It had been an accident and had really just slipped out. He had been so embarrassed. But none of the Potter’s seemed to have noticed. A few moments later James had turned over to Sirius and said.’Could you pass your brother the salt then?’
  • And Sirius had never felt more part of a family in his life.
  • He was so engrossed in the memory he didn’t even notice the frantic black dog shoot out to his wand and knock Peter onto his backside.
  • Peter was next, he was thinking of the moment when some of the Slytherins had been bullying him earlier one day in first year and he had been crying down by the lake all afternoon, only to have Remus come up and sit behind him, rubbing his back and comforting him. Then Sirius and James had pushed the Slytherins into the Black lake right in front of him. How they had laughed. Real friends.
  • The small rat that scurried out of Peter’s wand that night was the first and last one Peter could ever produce. This was 6th year and soon the war became to much for the young boy.
  • Standing next to a struggling James, Remus was viciously whispering and flicking his wrists over and over again. ‘Expecto Patronum. Expecto Patronum. Expecto f’fucks sake. This is hopeless.’
  • ‘You can do it Moony.’ Sirius smiled.
  • Remus thought about the first time he had kissed the stupid black haired Gryffindor in front of him. Sirius had been stealing something out of one of the cupboards along the school corridors when Remus had caught him on prefect rounds.
  • Looking back on it Remus couldn’t help but laugh at how unsubtle Sirius had been about the whole thing. ‘Oh, we seem to have bumped into each other Moons’ ‘What a coincidence.’ Remus of course had just assumed Sirius was trying to tease him into giving him detention, something Remus would never do, and had ended up getting pretty annoyed and flustered about being this close to Sirius in a small space and omg he could feel the heat of his skin and ah this was too much and he couldn’t stop talking.
  • Until Sirius closed that little gap between them to shut him up.
  • And Remus had never been happier. And he had never looked back.
  • And then a large animal came running out of the end of his wand, and Remus thought to himself.
  • ‘It’s a dog! Sirius and I have the same Patronus!’
  • Only Remus’ was much bigger than Sirius’ dog… and it’s tail was bushier.. and did it just howl?
  • No. This wasn’t fair. Not this. That wasn’t how this was supposed t be. It was meant to be a happy memory. This wasn’t fair, after all this time, the one thing he thought he could share with his boyfriend.. and this was what he gets… another reminder about how imperfect and unworthy and unwanted…
  • And then there was Sirius standing next to him, sliding his arm around his back and kissing him gently on the cheek.
  • ‘I love it.’ He whispered.
  • ‘ ‘s not fair.’ Remus mumbled.
  • ‘Remus look.’ Sirius replied. ‘it’s not that. It’s a wolf. A normal wolf. A loyal and pack having, friendly wolf.’
  • And Sirius was grinning.
  • But Remus just shrugged.
  • James was having the most trouble of them all.
  • Something was wrong, he just couldn’t seem to do it. He kept thinking of happy memories, first time he rode a broom, first time Sirius came to stay, first time he transformed into a stag.
  • And still nothing.
  • Tiny wisps of silver.
  • And then nothing.
  • ‘It’s fine James, we already know what it’s going to be.’
  • ‘I know,’ James replied through gritted teeth. ‘I just want to see it.’
  • And he was so fustrated.
  • And making a crap load of noise about it too.
  • So much noise in fact, that he started to wake the other residents of the Gryffindor tower up from their slumber.
  • And so a very grumpy and tired Lily Evans came storming down the staircase.
  • ‘What in Merlin’s name are you twats doing now!’
  • ‘Ah Evans.’ Sirius grinned. ‘care to join us?’
  • ‘It’s three in the fucking morning Black! I’m supposed to be sleeping, except someone has been screaming for the past half hour about how hard this is and he trying but it’s not working, and I can’t tell if James is finally losing his virginity or doing his homework for once, but what I do know is that it’s stopping me from being able to enjoy the few hours of the day that I don’t have to be around you lot.’
  • A rather deeply embarrassed James pushed past a bent-over-with-laughter Sirius.
  • ‘Actually Lily,’ he said, trying to act suave and like he hand’t just heard the last bit. ‘We are trying to do the patronus charm.’
  • This had peaked Lily’s interest, and although she knew better, she asked. ‘Really? The patronus charm? Wow. A proper one?’
  • ‘Yepp.’ peter chimed in. ‘And we’ve all been able to do it, except for James.’
  • Lily cocked her eyebrow.
  • ‘Oh.’ She smiled. ‘Let me try then.’
  • James, not wanting to be shown up any more by the fiery red head who was hopelessly in love with, quickly butted in. ‘No no. I mean, you can try.. but its really hard and took everyone ages to master and you’ll be up all night trying and-’
  • ‘Potter.’ She replied sternly.
  • It only took her three attempts.
  • And there it was.
  • A beautiful silver shimmering doe burst through the tip of her wand and gracefully ran across the common room, galloping past it occupants before turning and vanishing as Lily dropped her arm. She grinned.
  • ‘See? Not so hard then.’
  • James just stared. Open mouthed. Like the rest of the marauders. Dumb-founded in total and complete shock, until Lily just gave up on them and went back off to bed.
  • James didn’t have any trouble producing a Patronus after that.
my what a guy, gaston!

okay so i know i already did one of these for beauty and the beast (for fuck’s sake shana write about some new fairytales why are you like this) but i listened to sam tsui’s cover of a tale as old as time and OH BOY, OH MY HONEY OH MY DARLING

okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t

so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.

and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering. gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.

so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated, but he’s the prince, he can’t say anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you

adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.

and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again, and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.

and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.

he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion – except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.

this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point where he snaps and never goes back. he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.

so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s her.

so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise, gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle but he’s not in love with belle.

and one day belle and her father are out traveling and sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal threaten to the fall from the rose.

the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.

back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle, determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that killed adam.

so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”

and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”

literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and the curse is broken.

so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to cup gaston’s cheek.

his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this incredibly weird situation.

gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.

except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”

“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her book.

adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that belle loved bossing people around.

belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”

“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that she isn’t a feather duster.

so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle, and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.

and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing him breathless.

cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.

and everyone lives happily ever after.


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washingtonpost.com
People see black men as larger and stronger than white men — even when they’re not, study says
“Our research suggests that these descriptions may reflect stereotypes of black males that do not seem to comport with reality,” an author of the study said in a statement.

This relates to a recent discussion about how fandom often represents Black men in fanwork (See “Why are black characters always portrayed so tall and imposing?”).

But it’s “just fandom.” Doing that doesn’t cause physical harm to actual Black men and boys, right?

Honestly? It kind of does. Not directly, of course. But as the studies above show:

[N]onblack participants believed black men to be more capable of physical harm than white men of the same size. The results also indicated that nonblack observers believed that police would be more justified to use force on these black men, even if they were unarmed, than white male counterparts.

This belief definitely has real world consequences, and it is a belief that has strong parallels in fandom – for example, we see people falsely calling Finn a cold-blooded killer and or a traitor (a term that has had a positive connotation when applied to Leia) for fighting with The Resistance while Kylo Ren has already been pre-emptively forgiven for mass murder and patricide. See also the treatment of Nick Fury and The Walking Dead fandom’s confusion and disappointment when a Black man doesn’t fit their thuggish expectations (which to its credit is pretty often, but I think they were most confused by Tyreese, who had an entire arc involving taking care of baby Judith).

This is why when we see these things in fandom, it’s a problem that is bigger than not liking certain ships and preferring others. These beliefs, when widespread, have real-world consequences, and unfortunately they’re pretty widespread in fandom. We’re supposed to believe that fans who display these beliefs only believe them in a fandom setting when it pertains to fictional characters?

Not likely.

*places tin foil hat on head*

So, this codex entry - I’d never really paid particular attention to it [I mean, it is just a list of books, right? Boring.]

But.

Take a look at the last title.

Elvehan Diis Falsis: Triew Metod Dracas

That caught my eye. Elvehan is very, very close to Elvenan. I can only assume the book is in Tevene [seeing how similar it is to Latin] so off I went to Google Translate. And here’s what I found out:

Diis Falsies means “false gods”.

Which [potentially] gives us “Elvenan False Gods”. We know, from what Solas mentions in Trespasser, that the Evanuris were false gods, who existed in the time of Arlathan. Very strange that a Tevene book mentions them.

The second half was more difficult to translate. The best I could come up with was:

Metod is very close to the latin word meto, which means “mow/ cut off/ reap”. I’m particularly interested in “cut off”, although I suppose “reap” is a possibility too.

Dracas is very similar to draco, which is latin for dragon. 

I wasn’t able to translate Triew. The closest I came was the latin word triens, which means “a third”. Since I’m not reasonably convinced on this word, I’ll remove it for now.

So we have Elvenan False Gods: [Triew] + Cut Off + Dragons

Now, things get interesting. Could the dragons refer to the Old Gods? If so, then ‘cut off’ could refer to the Evanuris being ‘cut off’ from their dragons - and what cut them off? The Veil. So does that mean there’s a bigger connection between the Old Gods and the Evanuris than we know?

Which brings us to the biggest puzzle of all: Who knew enough about the Evanuris, the creation of the Veil, and Tevene in order to write the book? The author is unknown. It might be possible that someone translated it from Elven, and if that were the case - who was the original author? It likely would have been someone who worked for/with Fen’harel. If that’s the case… then would this mysterious author still be around?

One thing is for certain, though. Solas spent his time in the Inquisition learning as much as he could about everything, using its resources to obtain access to books he otherwise wouldn’t have been able to as an elven apostate. I wonder how he learned about that particular book, though…

anonymous asked:

would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?

“Fuck.”


Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.


“Fucking…fuck,”


More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them. 

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”


He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.


He was done.


Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.


There was dead, stagnant silence.


Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.


Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.


He ran. 


He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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anonymous asked:

All that stuff about making Super AI was Super Interesting, but how is the normal not-playing-games-against-itself-to-try-and-win AI designed & developed?

Ok, so… Game AI is a really deep subject. Like… deep enough that there are professional engineers and designers who are employed full time to make this sort of thing happen. I can’t do the entire subject justice in a small post I threw together in one evening. So instead, you’ll all get a multi-part series on the topic because it’s something I find fun. 

Let’s take a look at the eagle-eye view of the topic.

Developing Game AI (Part 1)

Normal game AI is definitely different from experimental/theoretical AI. Experimental AI like Deep Blue, AlphaGO, the UC Berkeley Overmind, or OpenAI are developed to see how far computer learning can go. Game AI is primarily geared towards providing a fun experience for the player. This can have some amount of overlap with experimental AI, but the fundamental goals are different, which necessitates different design and implementation. From the very beginning, we developers establish ground rules for what the AI is supposed to do, as well as its limitations. We have to answer questions like:

  • Does the AI represent an equal opponent for the player? (E.g. Hearthstone, Chess, Street Fighter)
  • Will the player fight many AIs at once? Is the AI effectively disposable? (E.g. Dynasty Warriors, Doom)
  • Will the AI need to cooperate with the player? (e.g. Mass Effect, StarCraft)
  • Will the AI need to cooperate/interact with other AI? (e.g. Fallout, Skyrim)
  • Will the AI need to navigate non-uniform terrain? (e.g. Uncharted)

One of the bigger factors to the answers to these questions is how long (we think) it will take us to actually implement these things. We are, after all, always on a schedule. Complicated and extensible AI is great, but not if we can’t fit it into the schedule or budget. Once we figure out the limits of what the AI is supposed to do, we begin with rudimentary design and implementation.

AI development is generally broken into two separate parts - getting the AI to make a choice, then actually executing that choice. These two parts can be (and often are) developed independently of each other. 

Making the choice would be figuring out which card to play, which spell to cast, or which ally to heal. Typically, this involves some sort of prioritization system, where the AI evaluates potential options and chooses one based on some set of established rules. Is attacking more worthwhile than using a spell? How about using an item? Should the AI try to maximize its use of mana per turn for tempo, or should it try to maximize card advantage? Which enemy should the AI target for this attack? The most dangerous one? The one with lowest HP? And how do you quantitatively define “most dangerous” anyway?

Executing the choice is the less sexy, but incredibly important part that most fans don’t think about. In fact, most of the design and implementation time for AI in games is often spent making the execution work. After the AI chooses which spell to cast, how does it actually do it? The AI probably has to move into range, which requires pathfinding. The AI has to cast the spell, which means that it can’t be taking damage, unconscious, silenced, etc. The AI might have to consider environmental hazards when pathfinding. The AI might have to consider its location in the world - say that the player is trying to kite an enemy out of its home base, but the game must stream the environment from the disc. If the player goes too far from the enemy base, it will get unloaded from system memory, and likely take enemy with it. How do we handle such cases?

In addition to that, in many games there’s also an even lower level of AI that often needs to work as well. At its most basic level, the character animation system is governed by AI as well. If the player shoots an enemy, it probably needs to play some sort of take-damage reaction, right? How does the enemy know to do that? Something has to prioritize which animations are playing when, and which take priority over what. Dying usually trumps climbing a ladder or casting a spell. There’s generally an AI that handles what animations a character needs to be playing, and when to transition from one animation to another. Remember, the machine doesn’t have any inherent concept of matching motions or positions or anything; any sort of animation transition must come from some sort of set of rules that we create. That also includes keeping track of states like death, unconscious, aggression, snared, which direction to face, etc. and that AI must be able to override or pause the higher order functions too. After all, the AI shouldn’t be trying to navigate to a point on the map if it’s dead.

Building these sorts of systems require a lot of thought and work. The vast majority of developing game AI is spent solving these kind of core problems on a system-wide level. Things like emulating a personality or adding polish touches often come super late (if at all) in the development cycle, simply because getting the core elements to work requires so much time, effort, and iteration. AI can be as simple or deep as we want, but the very basic stuff requires a lot of work to set up.

Next time, I’ll talk about how we get AI to evaluate choices.


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Well….this wasn’t supposed to happen, haha!

This came out of the blue yesterday (and I got other things to do (help)). It’s supposed to be part of a bigger cinematic I plan on making about one minute long. BUT! As I know myself, I’m not going to make any promises that this project will actually be finished. I’ll see how it get’s along :)

little green monster: peter parker

peter parker x reader

A/N: i feel like there’s a very obvious difference between my writing for high school peter and college peter that almost seems less mature and idk if i’m into that or not but??? c’est la vie oh well i’m sorry if this is crap lol (also this is dedicated to @tomhollandxreader, thank you for motivating me my angel, i love you!!)

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Peter Parker getting jealous when the reader gushes about Cap when watching one of those videos at school

Words: 2100+

Warnings: none

summary: He’s never even spoken to her before, so how is he supposed to explain why his eyes never seem to leave her captivating figure or why he can’t seem to will away the tight ball of jealousy in his chest whenever he sees her talking to someone else?

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“Ugh, he looks so good in that suit,” Peter heard someone say from across the crowded bleachers. His head shot up, easily recognizing the sound of her voice.

She was sitting three rows down, squished in between two of her friends as she stared dreamily at the small screen that was still displaying the fitness test introduction video, a small image of Captain America waving his arms around animatedly in an attempt to motivate his audience to “get up and get active!” flickering in and out of focus.

Peter’s eyebrows drew together as he watched her interact with her friends. Was she talking about… Captain America? He eyed her critically as she turned again to say something else, his heightened senses allowing him to hear her next statement.

“Although I bet he’d look better with it off,” she giggled behind her hand. Peter choked on the breath he’d been holding, startling Ned who had been flitting in and out of sleep for the past five minutes.

“Huh? What happened?” Ned asked, looking around dazedly until he focused on Peter’s dropped jaw. “What, Peter?”

“Uh… nothing! It’s… um.. It’s nothing!” Peter turned red and forced himself to look away from her laughing huddle of friends.

“Then why’d you just make a sound like a dying cat?” Ned questioned, watching as Peter turned his attention once again to her hunched and laughing figure. When Ned followed his gaze and caught sight of her small frame, he sighed in understanding. “Really, dude? One of these days,Y/N’s actually gonna catch you looking and report you for harassment or something.”

“Wha- no, Ned! I wasn’t watching Y/N!” Peter said defensively, turning to glare at his friend.

“Yeah right, Pete. What completely enthralling thing is she talking about this time?” he inquired sarcastically.

“Nothing!” Peter said, and then he heard her laugh, a tinkling, mellifluous thing that had him struck with such limerence that he thought he might stop breathing altogether. “Do you think I’m as attractive as Captain America?” he blurted, eyes still glued to her captivating profile.

“What? Dude, why would you ask me that?” Ned laughed, watching the screen down below quite intently for someone who’d been asleep for the entire first half. “Of course you’re not as attractive as Captain America. He’s a scientifically enhanced super-soldier and you’re a fifteen year old boy who’s still going through puberty.”

Peter sighed, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes and rubbing until he could see the phosphenes lighting up the dark, stars and colors dancing across his vision while Ned gave him a reassuring pat on the back.

“It’s alright, Peter. I’m sure Y/N would think you’re attractive. I mean, if you ever end up saying more than two words to her, that is,” Ned shrugged.

“Ned, you know I can’t talk to her. She’s popular. Can you imagine what she’d say if I ever approached her? Can you even imagine what I’d say? I’d probably screw everything up! Then she and Liz and Betty would make fun of me in front of everybody,” Peter whined quietly, burying his face in his hands. 

“Peter, just-” The shrill sound of a whistle interrupted Ned’s sentence as Coach Wilson began shouting instructions at the startled class. “Shoot, what are we even doing? I haven’t been paying attention.”

Peter groaned, getting up and moving with the crowd towards the blue mats that formed a grid across the gym. “Sit ups, I think. Come on, let’s go grab a mat before all of the good ones are taken. If I have to use one of the old sweaty wrestling mats again, I might throw up,” he said, maneuvering his way around the lingering bodies. 

Ned followed closely, offering to hold Peter’s feet first as they started the first round of sit ups. If he noticed that Peter managed to choose a spot only three mats away from Y/N’s, he didn’t say anything. 

“You should just tell her about the ‘internship’,” Ned suggested quietly, halfheartedly holding Peter’s feet in place as he mused out loud. “That’d definitely impress her.”

“Ned, I can’t tell her about you-know-what just to get her to like me. I’ve told you before, Spider-Man’s not a party trick. If I ever talk to her, I want to do it as me, not him,” Peter explained, grunting softly as he pulled himself up repeatedly, stopping only when Coach Wilson was turned around on the other side of the gym. 

“You wouldn’t have to tell her that part! Just casually mention that you know Captain America and you’re in! No one would suspect it now that everybody know that you’ve got the internship, anyway!” Ned exclaimed.

“Parker, Leeds, get back to work,” Coach Wilson reprimanded from his spot by the bleachers, hardly looking up from his phone. 

“Sorry, coach,” Peter muttered, glaring slightly at Ned’s innocent smile.

“Look, Peter, it’s easy,” Ned reasoned, turning to face her mat. “Hey Y/N!”

Peter sat up in a panic, eyes widening in alarm. He turned in her direction, watching her wave back to Ned with the hand that wasn’t holding Liz’s ankles.

“Hey, Ned!” she responded with a bright smile.

“Ned!” Peter whispered loudly, trying to hide behind his friend so he wouldn’t be seen. 

“Did you do the algebra homework yet? The last two questions killed me, I think,” Ned continued to speak over their neighbors’ heads, receiving glares and strange glances. Peter silently willed him to stop talking. He didn’t. “By the way, did you know Peter knows Captain America? They’re super tight!”

“Ned!” Peter repeated more firmly and out loud this time. 

“No way!” she beamed, attention now fully on the two boys. “Do you really?”

Liz’s head also shot up as she pulled herself into a seated position, tuned intently into the conversation.

“Uh… n-no? I mean, yes? T-technically? I guess so? It’s complicated. I’ve seen him like… twice during my internship, but I wouldn’t say I know him know him,” he rambled, flushing when her lip quirked up in an amused smile. 

“That’s so awesome! I bet he’s super cool! Does he look the same as he does in the videos? What’s he like? Is he nice? What am I saying? Of course he’s nice, he’s Captain America! Does he know who you are? Would he ever come here? Would-” she trailed off, noticing Peter’s dropped jaw and Ned’s giggling face. 

“Oh, sorry. I’m rambling. Sorry. Wait, I already said that. Okay, I’m sorry. I mean! You know what I mean…” she blushed, biting her bottom lip to stop herself from saying any more. 

“Um, no that’s okay! I guess he looks the same in real life. A little bigger, I suppose, and more lifelike, but overall the same. The last time I saw him he was sort of… in a bad mood? But I think he’s a nice guy,” Peter spoke cautiously.

“Oh! C-cool! Yeah, cool, that’s cool! Sorry, I said the word ‘cool’ like, three times in the past five seconds,” her blush deepened.

“You apologize a lot,” Peter stated without thinking. “I mean! Not that that’s a bad thing! I was just… observing! Yeah! Sorry!” he rushed, his own face beginning to turn red. 

“It’s okay,” she smiled. “And sorry… for apologizing so much, you know.” She laughed awkwardly. A moment of awkward silence passed between them.

“Wow. That was painful,” Liz remarked, sharing a look with Ned. “I think I’m gonna go… grab a drink of water. Wanna come, Ned?”

“Yup! Water! Gotta go guys, sorry!” Ned stood abruptly, following Liz to the bleachers.

Y/N stood and made her way to Peter’s mat, sitting hesitantly across from him. 

“Do you actually know Cap?” she asked, staring into his eyes so intensely that he had to look away. 

“Y-yeah. I was telling the truth. Um, do you really think he looks good in that uniform?” he asked as he toyed with the aglet on the end of his shoelace.

She cocked her head to the side as a confused look overtook her features. “How did you know about that?”

“Huh? Know what? I didn’t say anything,” he sputtered, tugging the shoelace with a fervor. 

“I mean, I was talking about Cap’s uniform with Betty and Liz while we were watching the video earlier, but you weren’t sitting anywhere near me. How’d you know what I said?” her eyebrows furrowed as she stared Peter down.

“Um… I’m really good at reading lips?” He coughed in an attempt to divert her attention from his little slip-up. “Anyway, how’d you know where I was sitting?”

Now was her turn to become flustered. “Um. What? I mean. I just saw you across the room. Not like I was looking for you or anything! I just happened to spot you and Ned,” she rushed, pushing down a dent in the surface of the mat. 

“Right…” Peter squinted, trying to decipher the meaning of her statement.

“And don’t pretend like you’re not staring at Liz all the time! We see you, you know. You’re like, always looking at her with this completely smitten look on your face,” she smiled wistfully, still focused intently on the spot on the mat that kept puffing back up after she poked it down. 

Peter scrunched his nose in confusion. Why did she think he was always staring at Liz? “Um, what?” he asked, tilting his head slowly.

“Duh, Peter. You stare at her all day like you’re in love with her. It’d be creepy if it weren’t kind of cute,” she admitted with a shrug, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Um… I don’t recall ever looking at Liz like that?” his eyebrows furrowed. 

“Then why are you always watching us? Liz and Betty have both noticed it, too,” she mentioned.

“Wha-” Peter began, but then a niggling thought poked at the back of his brain. She thinks you’ve been staring at Liz this entire time! The voice said. “Wait, you think I’ve been looking at Liz?” he laughed.

“Uh, duh?” she stated. “Everyone thinks that.”

“W-why would you think I was staring at Liz this whole time?” he asked, his heart pounding so fast he thought it might burst out of his chest. 

“Because she’s perfect? Because she’s beautiful and smart and you’d be crazy not to?” she said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “But I guess you’ve been staring at Betty this whole time, then, if it wasn’t Liz.”

“What? Betty?” his frown grew, wondering if she was putting herself down on purpose or she really was just that oblivious. 

“Yeah, Betty’s super gorgeous, too. And she’s on the morning announcements, so I get why you’d like her,” she mused.

“Wha- no, Y/N, I wasn’t looking at either of them!” he explained with wide eyes.

“You weren’t? So who- oh.” she cut herself off once she realized what he’d been insinuating. “Me?”

“Yes, you. How could I even focus on girls like Liz and Betty when you were there the whole time?”

“I’m sorry, let me get this straight. This entire time, I’ve been agonizing over the fact that I’ve been totally crushing on a guy who I thought was totally in love with Liz when he’d been looking at me with those heart eyes?” she asked incredulously.

“Wait, you’re crushing on me? What is happening! I didn’t even know you knew I existed!” Peter exclaimed.

“How could I not? You’re completely swoon-worthy, Peter!” she smiled a dazzling smile, grabbing one of his clammy hands and squeezing it. 

“I mean, I’m no Captain America or anything-” she cut his self-deprecating statement off with a shy kiss to his cheek.

“Captain who? As far as I know, he doesn’t have totally gorgeous curly hair and twinkly brown eyes. And he’s not the smartest kid in our grade who also just happens to have a heart of gold”

Peter blushed a deep red, the skin on his cheek tingling where her lips met it seconds earlier. “Come on, Y/N, you can admit that you think he’s… ‘hotter’ than me. We both know it’s true.”

“I don’t think that at all, Peter!” she defended, giving his hand another squeeze. “If you don’t believe me, ask anybody who’s seen me staring at you at any possible moment.”

Peter’s lips turned up as he smiled shyly at her statement. How had he never noticed? It seemed she was just as enthralled by him as he was with her. Somehow, the girl who seemed just out of his orbit had been watching him with those star-filled eyes the entire time. 


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Värvet pod with Bill Skarsgard.

Bill Skarsgard, 27 years old and already spot on as an actor. It’s not news that Bill Skarsgard is a flaming hot name in Hollywood. Now he’s on the big screen in over 70 countries worldwide. He has walked the old path to a great career, from smaller jobs that developed into bigger ones. Bill has before IT gotten smaller attention in the media. He’s born 1990, fourth child of Stellan Skarsgard. It’s been seven years since his debut in Simple Sinom and Behind blue skies. In 2013 he got his first international role in Hemlock Grove. He’s in Sweden to promote his new upcoming movie IT.

Kristoffer: Talk.

Bill: Hello, Hello, can you hear me?

K: Yes I can hear you perfectly.

B: Little to good maybe.

K: You’re good.

*Laughing*

K: Where are we?

B: We’re at The Grand Hotel.

K: Yes that’s right, how are you?
B: I’m good,very good. I currently at my third cup of coffee for the day.

K: Well, now you’ve been acting for such a long period of time, yet you’ve only had this amount of attention these past 4 years.
B: I don’t think I’ve ever had this amount of attention before. It a new feeling however ti’s a movie that’s got a worldwide interest which is a rather odd feeling.

K: How does it feel, I mean it’s a part of your job?
B: It’s surreal. So many people interested in the movie, for example Dwayne ’The Rock’ Johnson the muscle guy in Fast and Furious posted a picture of Pennywise and wrote that it was his favorit movie, the directors and actors are great and that Bill Skarsgard is a great Pennywise. It’s absurd since he got over 90 Million followers. Plus the movie is out now in the US.

K: Do you enjoy it? The attention.
B: I don’t know. I like the experience, it’s fun and all that yet I can’t say I’m someone who enjoys or finds it necessary to get all the attention. I like to separate my private life and my professional acting life. Like I don’t have the need for Twitter and Instagram.

K: Yet you’re active on social media right?
B: No.

K: So you have other people doing it for you then?
B: No, there’s no one doing that or what do you mean?

K: Because I’m following you all those platforms you just mentioned. Or I thought I did.
B: Really? But no, that’s not me. I know that there’s is Twitter accounts that claiming to be me and then there’s fan accounts but they’ve made it very clear that they’re only fan accounts. However I’m not so sure what to do about that. I’ve thought about creating an account so people would know the truth like even you believe that those accounts were real.

K: Okay because it says ’Sorry for being so bad at posting here, I’m using my Instagram more’ which makes it rather believable.
B: I think it’s rather creepy. *Laughs*

K: For me it’s huge that you been sitting next to Jimmy Kimmel as a guest, how did it feel?
B: Absurd. I thought what am I supposed to do on an american talkshow for the first time. Who am I supposed to be? That nice, relaxed and perfect actor, being THE moviestar or that awkward, mystical artist. It’s the question about who you present yourself to an audience. Beforehand I had some ideas. Who are you supposed to be infront of an audience at Jimmy Kimmel. I was told a few week before that I was going to be on Jimmy Kimmel and got terrified, fun and surreal. As time passed I got calm since being on Jimmy Kimmel is just like doing any other interview I do all the time. However not to make this story longer than it has to be I got there and they guided me into this greenroom with my agents and managers to get ready. As I’m getting ready there’s this screen with the show on so I’m sitting there, getting my make up ready and Jimmy suddenly said ’Tonights guest is Bill Skarsgard from IT’. When I heard that it was such a bizarre feeling, like there’s one of those glitches in Matrix, he’s not supposed to say my name. Then someone walks inside and says that it’s my turn before guiding me into this room which is not bigger than a wardrobe with a big door. They explain to me what’s going to happen, that Jimmy will say a few things before the door opens before they leaved me alone in there. However I think they did that a little too early since I probably stood there for about 2 minutes as the show is ongoing outside that big door. When I finally walked out and me Jimmy for the first time I wanted to say that ”This feels like a glitch in Matrix” however he just says ”Hi you’re from Sweden how’s that?” and I’m just like ”Ehm, yeah it’s good,” which made him smile. Then I realized that I have no control over this what so ever, all I need is to keep up with him thought out the interview.

K: So you didn’t know what he would say beforehand?
B: Yes, before meeting him I had a smaller interview with the team and project leaders told me that Jimmy would talk about my Swedish origin in the beginning.

K: Then the question is, which Bill Skarsgard did we see on Jimmy Kimmel?
B: I have to say myself. When I had thought about it, it felt better to just be myself. I didn’t feel like being someone I’m not. Yet it’s a pretty deep question who you are when you really think about it.

K: Now you’ve been working over there for about five years now, I know that when you first got there you got a language coach. As a guest on Jimmy Kimmel, did you feel nervous about letting your Swedish tongue slip through?
B: No, I’ve been over there for such a long time now. I think I’ve even reached that point where it feels easier to express myself in English than in Swedish or at least it takes some time to switch to Swedish when I return home. As I said it’s because I’ve been there for such a long time, I have been doing a lot of interviews, jobs and not to mention I have very close friends there as well.

K: Amazing, I actually spoke to a close friend that moved to New York and told him that he’s like a whole new person when he’s speaking English. When he speaks Swedish he this very self-contained which is the total opposite when he’s speaking English, then he’s all flirty and such.
B: Really?
K: Yes
B: Did you notice that or did he tell you?
K: I noticed it yet I don’t know if he agrees with me. So my question is do you feel like you’re different when you’re speaking English?
B: I don’t think so. Swedish people are one of the best English speakers from non english speaking countries, as well as Holland. Like you don’t have to learn Swedish to talk to a swede, you can speak English to anyone. However when you’re in a country or in a group with English as their native language then you might feel a little restrained since you can tell jokes in the same way and when you try to tell a story or so it get’s all confusing. For me I had that feeling when I was younger however I think I’ve developed so much and I don’t feel restrained when I’m speaking which is amazing.

K: Have you listened to Värvet before?
B: A little yet I don’t listen a lot on radio. You do podcasts as well right?
K: This is a podcast.
B: See, I can’t tell.

K: I usually got more time to interview my guests so let’s get to it. You’re Pennywise in IT, this might sound odd, but is Pennywise a main character?
B: Ehm.. I wouldn’t say that. I am the titel roll, but the shark in Jaws is not the main character (In Swedish is: Hajen in Hajen.)
K: The shark didn’t won an Oscar.
B: Or the T-rex in Jurassic Park. I’m doing the iconic character but no the main.

K: Your career in America has gone by fast, how do you feel about it?
B: No, I don’t know if I feel that way. The first international project I ever did was Hemlock Grove over five years ago. I’m 27 now so five years is a pretty long period of time. I’m a whole new person now than I was back then yet I won’t be a new person in five years. The age 22-27 there’s a log going on and you develop as a human being. So my career since my first job till now have been a long one.

K: The most difficult times?
B: In life or?
K: These years, but yeah sure.
B: I don’t know. When I first read the scrip to Hemlock Grove I loved the pilot. I thought that it would be an interesting project with a script I loved, the words were amazing and the writer whose one of my best friends today. However I didn’t know him then. Sadly I got to see what the industry can do to a project. It didn’t develop in the direction I thought it would, there was a lot of politics surrounding it. It was rather odd for me because when you work with movies or series, in Sweden you have a director who’s written the script him/herself and is fully in charge. In the end of Hemlock Groveit felt like no one or everyone were in charge. Then suddenly they changed the writer and practically everyone else before season 2-3. It went from a character I loved to someone who said things I didn’t like and the story was not what I expected. The last year in Toronto with a temperature about 20 below zero. I’ve never faced such a chilly climate and I’m from Stockholm, however then it felt like my character where in the hands of others. As the result of that I lived a very destructive life with Landon who also starring in Hemlock Grove.

K: You’ve said that before, living destructively, what do you mean? Drugs and alcohol?
B: Well, the destructive part is that you don’t care for yourself. Some people might never leave the bed but I’m not like that. I got myself into destructive relationships in one way or another. I wouldn’t call it depression since it’s something completely different and way more serious. Maybe more aggression. Yet when I look back those years were very formative for me. I got a lot of experience about the industry, everything behind it, politics and how I react to it. I wouldn’t change it for anything.
K: Yet you’re not proud of the outcome of the product?
B: People like the series and it got some charm to it. A few things are nice yet for me it’s more about my own personal journey. The series were based on a book I liked, then people who shouldn’t be involved with the creative process joined the production.
K: Then you shouldn’t work with advertising, that happens everyday.
B: I can see that.
K: You said you didn’t do anything else after that for about six months.
B: Correct.
K: How do you feel about that?
B: I don’t know. As an actor you get a lot of free time, between jobs you’re unemployed. I like free time when you got a job but I dislike being unemployed since I don’t know when or if I’m getting my next job. It’s rather stressful.

K: How do you deal with that?
B: I don’t know. I’m trying to keep myself occupied, trying to develop my own things.
K: Are you writing something on your own?
B: Yes, I’ve started recently since I find it rather intriguing. I don’t like the passiveness in being an actor, you always rely on other people thing about you. It makes you feel helpless which I don’t like. That’s why I want to create things on my own. Now I need to find a script I like, then I have to fit to the script to get a chance to go to an audition so I can try to convince them that I can do it.
K: Can you say anything about what you’re writing?
B: Yes, I’m writing a script to a short film. I’m taking small steps to get to where I want in the future, to direct as well.
K: I wanted to avoid to talk about your family, however it feel like you’re the only one doing that out of everyone whose acting.
B: No, Gustaf and Alexander has written and even directed a few things.
K: Oh sorry for my lack of information.
B: Everyone has different needs. My father has never directed even if I think he would be amazing at doing so but he doesn’t have that need.

K: You’re literally the it actor now. How do you managing with that?
B: I’ve got one agent and manager in the US. They are very good at doing business over there. I only pay my agents when I’ve been given a job. They are extremely good at their job, woking to get the job, build an interest around me, making sure that job open other doors to more interesting productions for me.
K: What are you aiming for?
B: I want my acting to become something I can work with my whole life. I don’t want to end up at Marvel, DC or the other popcorn movies. I don’t have an interest in that. I want to establish myself, work with interesting and inspiring parts. What’s motivating me is opening new doors and meet new people.

K: Are you allowed to tell what you earn with a movie like IT?
B: Ehm no… Well I’m allowed to but I don’t like to talk about it.

K: I have to say that I know a certain child who accidentally stumbled upon the IT trailer which has given me a few sleepless nights.
B: And how did this certain someone see it?
K: On YouTube.
B: Did you show it?
K: No, he/she found it.
B: You have to be careful. You can say you’ve met me and that it’s not real.
K: Before he/she went to bed I said that IT lives in the US and that it’s not real before asking what sounded more reliable and got the answer that it wasn’t real.
B: That’s good.

K: We talked about language. I think its difficult to tell when for example Swedish shines through in the accent, it only happens a few times that I notice it. Is it easier to act on English in productions? Now since you gotten more used to the language.
B: First of all it’s more difficult to act when you don’t fully master the language. I will never be able to speak a language as good as the one with the language as their mother tongue. In Swedish you can quickly hear when it’s false or if it sounds strange, stressed words. The better you master a language the better you are able to deliver the lines. Yet you can deliver a line perfectly however the melody or how you say it can destroy it. Sometimes when people from english speaking countries watch Swedish movies they can say ”That was a good actor,” because they can see the feeling behind the lines they don’t understan.
K: Maybe that’s why Wallander has reached such success internationally even if Krister Henriksson isn’t proud over the movies.

K: What are you doing at the moment?
B: Filming for Hulu. I don’t think we got Hulu in sweden, the big companies are Netflix, Amazon and Hulu and probably in that order as well. Hulu made The Handmaiden’s Tale which was viewable on HBO Nordic. However the series is called Castle Black and Stephen King is exclusive producer.
K: He likes you.
B: *Laughs* At least the ones behind the project likes me. However Castle Black is a city that’s reoccurring in King’s books. I’m not allowed to say anything yet there’s a new story in each season and I’m in the first one. I’m leaving on Monday for Boston. It’s a fun, interesting character and different from what I’ve done before but it’s still a scary theme.
K: Typecasting, does that ever worry you?
B: I don’t know. I think as an actor you need to work against your type, making sure you’re not working with the same thing over and over, to get new challenges. With that said I like dark characters, stories which I have nothing against. It inspires me.

K: Have you met Stephen King?
B: No.
K: I saw an interview with him where he says that he liked you as IT.
B: Yes, he likes the movie which it rather unusual since he’s rather difficult to impress. If he likes something, he will say it. If he doesn’t like something he will say it. But for him to say that he likes it means very much for everyone involved.

K: In previous interviews you’ve said that you don’t have a home. Do you?
B: No.
K: What do you want right now?
B: My girlfriend and I are looking for places in Stockholm right now even if I probably won’t be there as much. I don’t own anything and I never had so it’s about time. Stockholm will always be my home even if I live somewhere else.

K: Do you want to recommend something?
B: I’ve been listening to Sam Harris podcast named The Waking Up Call. There are interesting guests and you will enjoy it if you like politics, science and essential issues. I don’t agree with everything he says but there are good discussions.
K: Who do you think I should interview on Värvet?
B: I’m not good at this… I don’t know.
K: It’s okay, I need to take a picture with you know before time is up. Thank you so much for this interview.


I translated this interview/podcast rather quickly. I tried to pick up everything. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, english is not my native langue so I apologize for any grammatical errors. I’ve never done this before either!

Please ignore this, it is a Random rant. When I last visited my best friend she asked me if I’ve heard of that Disney theory where Anna and Elsa’s parents are also Tarzan’s parents. She’s a huge fan of the Frozen film and I’m… well I hate it. She thought that this tidbit which was supposedly confirmed by the Frozen director would make me like it more. Which surprise: It did not. I mean, for one that interview where they said he said so, he stated: “So in my little head, Anna and Elsa’s brother is Tarzan – but on the other side of that island are surfing penguins, to tie in a non-Disney movie, ‘Surf’s Up.’ That’s my fun little world.”

So like… that’s not a confirmation tho. That’s a HEADCANON. And yes, even creators can have headcanons that don’t fit into canon heck I have them all the time just for flights of fancy on my own work. Least of all what annoyed me was that Tarzan’s parents and the Frozen parents don’t really look alike the more I scrutinize it. Not to mention they’re canon from England??? And the royal couple is not??? I can’t remember if they have British Accents in the movie but I’d dismiss that cuz everyone always defaults to British for rich people/royalty in English speaking media. Their hair colors are different? Sure you can argue that their faces sort of look alike but…. Disney generic faces??? So I’d dismiss that too.

Not to mention the timelines don’t hold up? Frozen takes place according to the artbook in the 1830s-40s and Tarzan takes place in the 1890s. That’s like a 50 year difference unless Tarzan aged extremely well that jungle sure must have some fountain of youth. But there are other indicators like… TECHNOLOGY! That is not yet available by the time Anna and Elsa are adults (or when Tangled takes place also cuz we know for sure Frozen and Tangled take place at the same time). Jane arrives on a fucking steamship that’s bigger than the royal ship for fuck’s sake. Another thing is that the King and Queen’s trip was only supposed to take 2 weeks. But Tarzan was born ON THE SHIP, so she’d have to be heavily pregnant when she boarded that ship which she clearly wasn’t and if she was I actually doubt they’d let her sail on it. Either that or their 2 week trip somehow turned into 9+ months. SO. MANY. HOLES. Like, it just annoys me to no end that this movie is trying to shove itself in every Disney place it can.

Like I know I know… Yume you’re taking this way too seriously. It’s all for fun. And sure if you like this theory than sure but like… the people who made this theory sure thought seriously about it. Why can’t I? 

In conclusion no, I do not like Frozen any better now, and fuck this theory.

P.S. Surf’s Up takes place in modern times with reality TV Mr. Director, please stahp. The only way I will accept Surf’s Up into cartoon canon is if Chicken Bob is a descendant of HeiHei.

2P!s as Brandon Rogers’ Quotes

2P!Italy:  “Yeah, we sell organic kale chips. They’re on the homosexual hipster aisle next to the recycled toilet paper, you glitter dick.”

2P!Romano: “Try me, bitch.”

2P!Germany:  "Three years ago my husband went out one night for a beer, but that beer was all the way in Tennessee and had much bigger tits.”

2P!Prussia: “Oh, what are you supposed to be, a disappointment?”

2P!Japan: “You know what happens to little girls that wear skirts that short? A white van picks them up and they get all their holes resized.. Not you, Melissa, you’re never getting molested.”

2P!America: “Boy, pull up yo’ god damn pants. The spookiest thing in the store is that a dick that small is in my gene pool.”

2P!England: “I’m making copies. MOVE, I’M GAY.”

2P!France: “Hello, welcome to Mashie Mart/the park, thank you for bringing your fucking kids.”

2P!Russia: “Why don’t you get your math done before you get pregnant?” OR “You, in the slutty outfit - you’re not getting pregnant on my jungle gym.”

2P!China: “You wanna become what? A doctor? I wanted to become a ballerina, and you know what I became? HIV Positive.” OR “You, in the yellow - if you find drugs you better count me in.”

2P!Canada: “It’s fucking colder than a witch’s tit out here.”

Polynesian AU stuff

So, I think I should start making theme posts for my Polynesian AU or as you like to call it Moana AU (both variants are welcome). Since many of you seemed pretty much interested in this story I’ll try to give you a brief idea of what this whole thing is about.

Sorry for my clumsy English :)

Timeline. The story is set about one and a half century after Maui stole Te Fiti’s heart and everything became hell. All the monsters released from Lalotai and darkness spreading quickly and destroying islands made many tribes search for safe areas to stay, and if they used to be more peaceful back then when the ocean was a safer place now they had to fight for their land and protect it from the newcomers. Overall, sailing wasn’t forbidden but people were slowly losing that special connection with the ocean their ancestry used to have.

Turtles. And that’s where we should start speaking about the turts. In this AU all four brothers (not blood-related) are sons of Tu - god of war in Polynesian mythology. There’s a legend (made up of course) that when the number of tribe wars and monster attacks increased other gods made Tu help the people. He decided to send his guardians which would protect people from Lalotai monsters and maybe prevent some war cases. Following what the legend tells the strongest of female sea turtles (turtles are considered to be a symbol of strength and war) gave their eggs to Tu and he placed them on small islands in different regions. One of those islands was our turtles’ birthplace.

Firstly, their names are different in this story. I tried to choose the most fitting ones.

  • Leo is a green sea turtle named Lono which means “peace and prosperity
  • Raph is a leatherback sea turtle named Rapa which means “giant”
  • Donnie is also a green sea turtle named Roro which means “brain” (there’s a lack of names and even words starting with D in Maori and Hawaiian languages so I had to put up with this variant, it isn’t half bad I think)
  • Mikey is a loggerhead sea turtle named Maika which means “good”

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here’s the thing. i have a bigger heart than most people i know. i take things too personally. i’m sensitive. i feel things more intensely than i should. i love deeper than i’m supposed to. i have a love/hate relationship with how i am.

Unfit (M)

Genre: smut + Everything else

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  can I have a yoongi smut where the condom breaks and he only notices it after he came so it turns into angst but then into fluff again 

Originally posted by syuubd

It was one of those days were you painfully missed your boyfriend. He wouldn’t be home until next month and you couldn’t stop thinking about him. As you check the calendar on your phone you realize it he would be in a meeting right now so you couldn’t call him to hear his voice. Suddenly you were awoken by a new idea, pulling out your earphones and putting them in. You scrolled through your sound-cloud until you found his mix-tape, listening to the song as well as the voice you loved so much. You starred up at the ceiling trying to figure out if this was working or if it was only making you miss him even more. You honestly should have been used to this now since you’ve been dating him for 2 years already. With a sigh, you closed your eyes. The more you thought about him you thought that maybe you were losing your mind. It felt as if he was right next to you in the bed. 

A hand moved up and pulled the earphone out. 

“How can you listen to music that loud? I could hear my own voice walking in through the door.”

Your eyes snapped open and you looked next to you to find your smiling boyfriend. 

“Y-you’re home? But you weren’t supposed to come back for another month-”

Yoongi shrugged. 

“I told them I couldn’t stand to be away from you so I came back to visit you. I can only be here for the weekend though so don’t get too excited..”

You sat up and hugged him so tightly you wondered if it was hurting him but the chuckle in his voice made it seem otherwise. 

“God I missed you so much..” You mumbled into his shoulder, not wanting to let him go.

“Is that why you were listening to my song?”

You gave him a nod. 

“You’re so cute.” Yoongi smiled, finally giving you a kiss. 

You wouldn’t even want to admit to how embarrassingly needy you felt just at the thought of feeling his lips against yours. You had waited so long to feel his arms around you, his gaze only on you, his voice only talking to you, and more importantly, just seeing him in front of you. When the light make-out started getting heavier the small moan that came from your mouth definitely initiated something more. His strong hands held you up onto his lap, occasionally grazing your ass.

“Do I ever tell you how much I love your body?” He groaned.

“Pretty often, actually.”

A look of trouble overcame his face with a smirk. “Good.”

Before you knew it, you were already back at it with him, trying to clumsily take your clothes off without pulling your lips away. He gladly helped, pulling your shirt off and over your head to leave you only in your underwear. You could hear the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. It was the same guy you’d been with for years but every time it got down to it, you felt the same rush in your chest as always. Maybe that was a good thing but you felt like you could live without the slight nervousness. 

The feeling of his hands placing themselves on your bare sides snapped you out of the thoughts you were having. He lazily gave you a smile, making your face feel warm. Oddly enough, you just then realized just how much you loved him. Seeing his messy hair but still thinking that he was absolutely perfect in this moment. 

“What is it?” He asked. 

You shook your head. “I’ll tell you about it later.”

Without a warning you felt his hands move down lower until his fingers played with the sides of your underwear. You gave a light smile and a nod to tell him it was okay and he proceed to pull them down your thighs. His lips pressed themselves against your skin, giving you goosebumps. Your bare core was sitting ontop of his clothed, but not absently hard, member under you. 

“Do you really have to tease me? It’s already been 3 months….” You whined. 

He let out a hoarse laugh. “Fine, get one of the condoms out of the drawer and I won’t tease you anymore.”

You helped him out by removing his boxers for him, rushing him due to your neediness. A hand reached over to grab the condom and the other to help tear it open. Yoongi took control for you as he slid the condom on himself and aligned himself directly up with you. His eyes glanced over to you. 

“Alright. Go ahead, babe.”

“Y-you want me to do it?”

He gave a nod. “It’s nice to watch you ride me.”

Being blunt when it came to sex wasn’t a surprise because honestly, he was just a blunt person overall. You do as you’re told, slowly moving yourself down him. You watched him bit his lip, knowing he was enjoying the view. Maybe that’s why he was always under you, you thought to yourself. As your hips start move, his facial expression doesn’t change much. The way you could tell he was getting into it was his pace. He liked to watch you move against him but occasionally you’d feel him thrust up himself or he’d tighten his grip on your sides. 

The more and more you felt him fucking you the harder it became to hold yourself up. Your hands fell next to him, holding your body up. Yoongi’s lips were brought back to your chest and neck once more, helping you strangle out more moans of his name. To which he was definitely not complaining. He knew convincing you to get a house instead of an apartment would be quite beneficial due to his hidden kink. His thumbs pressed down on the right spot on yours hips to keep you in place. Yoongi mercilessly pounded into you from underneath despite you supposed to be riding him. Sometimes he’d get impatient and take things into his own hands but you weren’t complaining. When he became in charge it was only a bigger turn on. 

What really did it though was the small curse words that fell out of his mouth and his usually composed face changing. It was hard to focus on as his hips messily kept going. You knew your boyfriend’s patterns well enough to know he was close. Your chest now pressed up against his as you kissed him roughly in between sharing moans. 

“Fuck, I love you…” He moaned.

In the heat of the moment you barely had time to react and you were unsure if he was just saying it or not. He thrusted into you once more before finally reaching his own climax. As you got off of his chest, panting, you hear him curse once more.

“Oh shit.”

You look over to see what he was referring to and you felt as if your heart was going to stop. 

“Wait, Yoongi. Tell me that just broke.”

He looked up at you. “Y/N, It’s not a big deal.”

“NOT A BIG DEAL?” 

He watched as you stood up from the bed in panic. 

“We can not have a kid! What if this gets me pregnant? Huh? Then what are we going to do?”

Yoongi sat up and grabbed your hand. 

“Then we figure things out together. Maybe having a kid isn’t a bad idea?”

You couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

“Are you insane? This is the busiest work as ever been for you! I’ll have to do everything alone and I don’t have the money for a kid. I’m unfit to be a mom Yoongi! I can’t do this and I don’t want to do this…not without you.”

He reached out and pulled you back on the bed.

“This isn’t even really happening..you’re getting ahead of yourself. It may not even happen. BUT if by some chance it does I will work everything out. I’ll move you out to Seoul and I’ll come home every night. We can have our small family of 3 to come home to after work. I have enough money to take care of them and I’m not going to let you do a single thing alone. I love you, okay? I’m not going anywhere and whatever happens we do this together.”

You teared up. “I’m just scared..”

He nodded, rubbing your back gently. 

“I know. It’s not that I’m not scared, I just believe that you’ll be a good parent if it came down to it. You’re the person I love the most and this isn’t going to change that.”

“Yeah…I love you too.”

Yoongi let out a sigh of relief. “Well at least that’s a good start.”

You laughed lightly, wiping the tears off your cheeks. 

“I guess it won’t be too bad since it’s you.”

“That’s my girl….Now that, that’s over with. Since we can’t really do anything now that it’s already done. How about you come back over here so I can help you out a little more, hmm?”

He kissed on your thighs, looking up at you. 

“Round 2? You’re on.”

3

Gif source:  Kol  |  Salvatores

Imagine being a Salvatore and hating Elena, so you want to help Rebekah kill her in the school. Kol is in on it, too, but him being near you makes you unable to concentrate and the two of you wind up alone in a classroom, your brothers finding you with Kol between your thighs and kissing you passionately.

——— Request for anon ———

Dammit, you needed to concentrate. You were supposed to be helping Rebekah kill Elena right now, but that was the furthest thing from your mind! Why did Kol have to be such a distraction?

He knew exactly what he was doing, his hands holding you against him as he had you pressed between him and the teacher’s desk in this empty classroom, solely because it was bigger. You had to take your share of the blame, too, however, especially since you were currently kissing him just as passionately as your thighs wrapped themselves around his waist, locking him against you.

The sound of your name has you letting out an annoyed groan at the interruption, Kol mischievously pulling back only to snap, “Ignore them and they’ll go away.”

“Believe me, they won’t,” you roll your eyes before lulling your head to the side, feeling the cool wood of the desk against your cheek as you look directly at your brothers standing in the doorway of the classroom, looking a mixture of pissed off and shocked to find you and Kol Mikaelson in such a position.

“Pardon us, but what the hell do you think you’re doing?” Stefan asks before Damon more animatedly scoffs.

“At least have some standards, sister!”

“I could say the same for the both of you!” you shoot back, sitting up on the desk as Kol licks the taste of you from his lips with a pleased smirk at troubling your brothers. “I mean, really? Elena?”

They shoot back, “Kol, really?”

Little Ham Man (Small?Hamilsquad x Reader) 3

A/N: I will edit this later, because my laptop is out of commission and I only have my tablet ATM! Enjoy! @sin-cake-finished-and-baked 

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You backed up against the wall, watching them. Laurens raised his eyebrows at your reaction, standing up from his seat. He was towering over you, the angle completely different from what you remembered. You rubbed your eyes, trying to see if this was a dream. 

You noticed the library computer broken, your document probably erased. 

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked, his freckles much more prominent than it used to be. Lafayette stood next to him, watching you. He tried to touch your arm, but you jumped away. You immediately regretted that, seeing his face drop. Mulligan stood up, and began walking towards you. You put your hands up, and he stopped immediately. 

“I…I-” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes. “I can’t deal, I need a second.” You walked out, closing the door behind you. You sighed, leaning your back against the door. 

What the hell just happened? Your small friends became these huge, handsome men? Dealing with Hamilton would have been fine, but all of them? You felt your heart pounding in your chest, blocking out every other sound. 

Three Months Ago: 

You were cleaning your house, straightening up your room. As you organized your books, you noticed a small figure. At first, you thought it was a mouse. But on further examination, it had hair, and a green outfit on. Like something from the history books. 

“What…” You whispered, staring at it. The small figure turned around, glaring. 

“Took you long enough to clean this place up. Do you know how many dust bunnies I had to fight to stay alive?” He gestured to the red stain on his shirt. “I’ve killed many men, Y/N, but these things are much more vicious than that." 

You stayed silent, staring at the small man in front of you. "Oh no, I’ve gone crazy. I’m completely insane. My sister told me not to move here, but I didn’t listen. And now I’m a crazy lady with small men talking to her.” You said, rubbing your forehead. 

The man laughed. “Well, seeing Alexander Hamilton in front of you must be a shock. I mean, look at me.” He did a pose, and you grinned. And he’s a pompous asshole. 

“Okay, then, Alexander Hamilton, how did you get into my room? And why are you the size of my pinky?” He frowned, crossing his arms. You couldn’t help it, even though he was already annoying, he was cute. 

“I was having relations with a-" 

"Hey! No need for those details. How old are you again?” He rolled his small eyes, jumping down into your hand. You carried him to the desk, and he climbed off your hand, leaning on your coffee cup. He cleared his throat, looking back up at you. 

“You know, for being such a smart woman, you are quite the idiot. Just because I am small does no mean I don’t indulge in my desir-" 

"Okay, like I said, we’re done talking about your relations." 

"This is pertinent to the story, Y/N. But I can leave out the explicit parts of you’d like,” you nodded and he continued, “She gave me this small bottle. She told me that it an an elixir that would pleasur- help, me, rise to the occasion.” He smirked at his play on words. 

“I took it, and I ended up here. It was not a fun experience, I was terrified for the first few weeks." 

"You’ve been here for weeks? Why didn’t you come to me earlier?” “You had these ‘midterms’ that you were worried about, and I did not want to disturb your thoughts. It is hard to bring your mind into that pace, and I understand that if I interrupted you would have failed theses terms." 

For a jerk, he was kind. He smiled at you sweetly. "But now that we’re here, can I eat something? All I’ve ever had was crumbs when you were sleeping. You almost stepped on me once, you know. I was going to start a duel with you." 

"Yea, yea. See where that lands you.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen. Hamilton jumped on your back, sitting in the hood of your sweatshirt. 

“Excuse me? What do you mean by that?”

After giving yourself a few more seconds to calm down, you opened the door back up again. They all stood there, blocking your way into the room. You cleared your throat. 

“Mind letting me through?” Mulligan pushed the others back, giving you a path. He was massive, his muscles prominent on the sleeves of his shirt. 

As you glanced at them, you noticed that they were wearing the doll clothes that you gave them when they were small. You went back to your seat, your head on your hands. The boys followed, sitting around the square table. 

“Okay, first off, how-" 

"You’re really beautiful, Y/N.” Laurens blurted out. You widened your eyes, a blush appearing on your cheeks. He laughed nervously, looking at his hands. “You were beautiful before, but seeing you now, it is even more shocking." 

Mulligan hit his friend’s arm, glaring at him. "Hey, stop bothering Y/N when she’s trying to talk.” Laurens rolled his eyes. 

“Here comes the jealousy again." 

"I told you, for the last time-" 

Lafayette sighed at the two of them arguing, looking at you with sympathy. You didn’t notice before, but his hair was curly, his facial hair trimmed nice. A part of you wondered how he kept it groomed, but that was not the problem right now. 

"Mon amis, Y/N is still waiting. Please give her the consideration to let her speak.” Hamilton laughed, looking at you. 

He had a goatee, which was trimmed as well. He wore the jeans and plaid shirt that you gave him. His arms were crossed, wiggling his eyebrows at you. “You are quite lovely, Y/N. Before, you were this giant that didn’t let me do anything. But now…" 

Mulligan stood up again, about to walk over to Hamilton. This time, you knew you would not be able to stop them without getting hurt yourself. "Hamilton, I’m going to kick your as-" 

"Guys, can we stop this testosterone fest for a second? I need to figure out how this happened, and I can’t if you keep on hitting on me and arguing.” Mulligan widened his eyes. 

“I’m sure we did not hit you, Y/N.” You rubbed your forehead. 

“That’s not what I, never mind. Just, just sit down and listen.” You grumbled at them. Hamilton shot Mulligan another glare, before sitting down across from you. Laurens sat next to you, his eyes never leaving yours. You looked away from him, the stare too intense for you. 

“Okay, so how’d you guys become human-sized?” You glanced at Lafayette and Mulligan, “Maybe a little bigger than that." 

"It’s Hamilton’s fault.” Mulligan started. Hamilton rolled his eyes. 

“Here we go again.” “I told you to stop blaming him, Hercules.” You replied, frowning. He widened his eyes, beginning to protest. 

“Alas, it was the Caribbean’s fault this time.” Lafayette said, defending his friend. “While Laurens and myself were stopping them from fighting, Hamilton fell off the desk. We all ran to make sure he was okay, and he was gone. Laurens jumped down as well, and saw Hamilton climbing inside the computer. Laurens didn’t want him to get hurt, and neither did we, so we all followers him. It is interesting to see how much society has changed.” Lafayette commented. 

Laurens continued the story. “We found a red wire, and Hamilton touched it, shocking all of us. Immediately, we grew in size. And I’m sorry about your computer, Y/N,” he said, glancing at the broken parts, “We did not know.”

 Hamilton said nothing the whole time, looking at his hands. After he noticed the silence, he glanced up at you. He smiled innocently. “Yes, Y/N?" 

"I’m happy that the four of you are bigger now, but why did you have to go and look through things you aren’t supposed to? You could have hurt yourself, or have gotten yourself killed.” Hamilton looked at you, and eyebrow raised. 

“Ah, do you finally care about my well-being? You usually trap me under a glass prison." 

"I would now, if you weren’t huge.” You mumbled. “I heard that, you know." 

"We need to get out of this room and go home. We have to figure out why this happened and how can we send you guys back.” You said, grabbing your bag. Looking at the destroyed computer, you sighed. “How am I going to explain this to the staff?" 

"You don’t?” Hamilton suggested, standing up from his chair. “Let’s just go, and pretend like nothing is out of the ordinary." 

"I can’t just leave it like that, that’s rude and unnecessary.” Laurens grabbed your hand, pulling you out the room. You protested, but the other boys followed, quickly walking out the library. 

You were looked at strangely, but you ignored them. Laurens was walking the correct way to the apartment, and you wondered how did he know. 

“John, how do you know how to get back to my house?” He looked at you out of the corner of his eye, smiling. 

“I leave when you leave sometimes. Usually in your hoodie, but I’m in your purse most of the time." 

"Laurens-!” Lafayette moved next to you. “It is true, Y/N. We have left the house more than once.” You shook your head at them. 

“I am ashamed of all of you." 

Mulligan sighed. "You know, you don’t have to hold Laurens’ hand the whole time.” You looked t your entwined fingers, and pulled it out quickly, seeing the disappointment on his face. 

Hamilton stayed quiet, walking behind all of you. You slowed down, meeting him side by side. Even though he was the shortest, he was still taller than you. 

You touched his arm, and he looked down at you. “Are you okay, Alex?” He nodded slowly.

“There’s just a lot to take in, as all. I am used to seeing everything bigger than me, and it’s strange to see you small.” He said, grinning. “But I don’t mind this height difference." 

You walked into your house, holding the door open for the boys. Once of your neighbors noticed you bringing in all the boys, and looked at you with a raised eyebrow. He was one of the many nosy neighbors that you had, always trying to see what you were doing. 

To entertain his mind, you looked back at the boys, then at him. "We’re dating, polygamy you know?” You whispered, and he widened his eyes, closing his door in your face. You laughed, locking your door behind you. 

“Y/N? I think you need to see something!” Lafayette called from your room. You threw your bag on your counter, walking into the next room. The boys were standing around your desk, staring at the surface. 

“Guys? What’s up?” You asked, pushing past them. You looked down, widening your eyes. “What…?”