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my friend took a derpy photo of me 

so i decided to put it to good use

IM SO SORRY PLS DON T BAN ME FROM MX TUMBLR LOL

tinybittoxic  asked:

Share 5 things your followers may not know about you and pass this on to 5 more blogs! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Abby, my child, why do you do this to me

1. I used to be a vegetarian, but I had a rough time with food and things, so I couldn’t be one anymore

2. I graduated high school early bECAUSE CLEARLY I’M THE SMARTEST 

3. I am a nail biter, have been my whole life, but I get stressed easily and ughh I hate it

4. I have one more year of college left which I am so excited about

5. My birthday is August 5th and I’m turning 20 so I’m expecting a gift from everyone ;)

anonymous asked:

Hi, I've uh, seen some of your artwork around campus and I really like how you draw. Maybe you could show me some of your work and I could show you my new invention. It's still a work in progress, but it won't blow up in your face, I promise! -Tadashi

if tadashi said this to me i would cry

anonymous asked:

NOW YOU NEED TO TELL US EVERYTHING ABOUT THE MUSICALL

Oh my gosh it was amazing?? Like I loved it soooooOO much. I’m trying to refrain from screaming but !!! The acting was great, the cast was so talented, and it was overall an amazing show. I’m just gonna list some things I LOVED

-Chris’s first line was “look I didn’t want to be a half blood” (my friend and I were screaming when he came on stage)

-Good kid live sounded so great. He climbed the set and scaffolding and I almost cried. I probably will cry.

-Mr. D was hilarious! George Salazar is such a talented actor

“Tartarus” “-Like the fish sauce?!”

My face easter egg was in one song when they were going through some of the quest moments their clue to leave the lotus casino was when a girl with a floppy hat and a braid came out and said “my brother and I just arrived here yesterday, may 1st…1939!”

Carrie Compere’s voice is so beautiful. She killed it. Sally, Silena, Charon, she was amazing.

-Sally in general! She kissed Percy’s forehead, sprayed febreeze whereever Gabe went, and was so caring and sweet

-Annabeth’s solo song was amazing and really in character! Grover’s was about Thalia and how he could have saved her (again, tears)

-The little percabeth moments sprinkled in! “You drool in your sleep”, “seaweed brain” “wise girl” they held hands for a couple seconds, and idk if it was just me but at one point they looked close enough to kiss

-we can’t have a scorpion on stage?? Why don’t we just fuckin stab Percy in the back

-CHIRON WAS JUST A GUY WITH A FRINGE TAIL WHO GALLOPPED EVERYWHERE IT WAS THE FUNNIEST THING

-Like everyone except Chris McCarrel and Kristin Stokes played multiple rolls and they were all so great at what they did

-At the end of the show I (and a bunch of others) got to meet some of the cast members! They signed things, took photos, and were so so nice (my current lockscreen is my photos with chris mccarrel, george salazar, and kristin stokes lmao)

I could say so much more but it’s like almost 1am and I’m delirious.

TLDR: The Lightning Thief was an incredibly amazing play with great talented actors and it was definitely worth it! I loved it so so much

“Filthy Halls” deleted scene

Youji shows up at Masaomi’s house in Kyoto unannounced. “I was in the area,” he had said as an explanation, and they both knew how exceedingly unlikely that was without Masaomi pointing it out, so Masaomi didn’t say anything at all.

“My brother is dead,” Youji said finally, after dinner and then watching TV for a couple hours on Masaomi’s couch while Masaomi worked on his laptop.

“Congratulations,” Masaomi said mildly, knowing how Youji felt about his brothers. “The evil one or the dick?”

“The dick,” Youji said, “Although, I feel the need to point out that they were both evil.”

“I have very fancy champagne,” he offered, “Seijuurou is home though, so we’d probably have to wait until he goes to sleep if we want to get really drunk.”

“Ah, I see you’ve already mastered the finer nuances of good parenting,” Youji said fondly. Masaomi decided he would let Youji continue to think he didn’t want Seijuurou to see them drunk out of delicacy for role model purposes, and not at all because he was sure Seijuurou would find a way to exploit that weakness to his advantage. Youji leaned back on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. “I do want to get drunk, which probably means that I shouldn’t.”

“Fair enough,” Masaomi said. “I also have very fancy cake.”

“I could eat some cake,” Youji acknowledges.

*

It was on the third slice of cake that Youji’s phone rings. “It’s Ryouta,” he says, as an explanation for why he gets up to take the call. Masaomi tunes out at that point, because he doesn’t feel the need to listen in on Youji’s conversations with his son.

It’s not until he hears Youji cry out, “Ryouta, stop. I can help you, just tell me where you are. We’ll figure this out together. Ryouta!” sounding like a wounded animal, that Masaomi whips his head up.

Youji is looking at his phone and Masaomi’s heart stops for just a second—he has seen that expression on Youji’s face before, and it’s not good.

“What happened?” he demands, already getting up. He’s not sure what he’s going to do, but he thinks desperately that he has to stop Youji somehow (he’s not sure what he’s stopping Youji from doing, but he’s ready to intervene, to do anything, to make it all go away).

“Yukio,” Youji says, his voice a strangled whisper. “Something—something must have happened to Yukio. I have to—I have to go them.” He’s packing up his stuff and looking wretched and lost.

“OK, we’ll go them,” Masaomi says calmly. “Where are they?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Youji stops and swallows and looks at him helplessly, “Masaomi, I don’t know where my sons are.”

He sounds close to breaking so Masaomi pulls at him, steering him towards the laptop. “It’s OK, I can find them. Give me their cell phone numbers and tell me everything.”

“You can—you can track their numbers?”

I can,” Masaomi says, allowing that this isn’t something just anyone can do.

Youji paces, agitated, as Masaomi starts working at his computer. He’s only ever heard Youji sound so helpless once before, and he hates it. His own heart beats fast with the sense of urgency that he knows Youji must be feeling.

“Ryouta said—he said something bad might have happened. He meant Yukio.”

“Did he say that?”

“No, but—that’s the only thing it could have been, to make him sound like that. Something must have happened to Yukio, and I don’t—Ryouta sounded like he was going to do something dangerous and what if—”

“It will be fine,” Masaomi says, with firm conviction, like he can will it to be true. “Everything is going to be fine.”

They both knew that sometimes things weren’t fine. Youji almost died after he lost Hinami; Masaomi is positive he won’t make it if he loses those two kids. Masaomi works faster and then curses when the results settle in a location.

“What? Where are they?!”

“Iwatobi,” Masaomi says, knowing what that means to Youji.

“Oh, God, he must have—Seiji.

Masaomi swallows, knowing that Youji had good reasons to hate his brothers, and he’s feeling in the blanks about why his kids might have gone to Iwatobi. “You never told your gay son about your homophobic sadistic brothers?” Masaomi asks even as they’re already packing up and heading out the door.

“I didn’t think I had to!” Youji says, “I told Yukio not to go, he’s never disobeyed before—Jesus Christ, if he’s done anything to hurt my kids I’m going to kill him.”

The eldest brother, Masaomi thinks. The one Masaomi really should have done something about, years ago. Except Youji hadn’t wanted that, not really. And now they’re both regretting that inaction.

“How long does it take to get to Iwatobi?” Youji asks. “Do you have a jet?”

“Yes, of course, but it’ll be faster to take a helicopter, we won’t have to worry as much about landing—”

“Will a helicopter be fast enough?”

“One of mine will, I designed them myself,” Masaomi says.

“OK, OK,” Youji says, mostly to himself, as if trying to calm down.

The round the corner, and Seijuurou is standing there. Masaomi blinks, having momentarily forgotten he was around.

“Is Ryouta in trouble?” Seijuurou asks.

“He might be, and we’re kind of in a hurry—”

“I will go with you,” Seijuurou says.

Masaomi would protest this but they don’t have time. And Seijuurou might come in handy anyway. At any rate, his presence would keep Youji from losing himself entirely, so Masaomi just nods and they head out the door.

There’s too much at stake at the moment—Youji is already too close to losing his mind with worry, so there’s no point in adding to that. But a deeply unsettled feeling spreads throughout Masaomi as he thinks about Iwatobi and how he knows there’s other things in that small town that the Miracles might have to worry about.

And for the first time, he starts to think maybe it wasn’t just a coincidence that the secrets in Iwatobi happened to be in the same place as Youji’s home town.

 

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