My wife sweetly told me they want to take me to dinner tonight, and when I said that sounded nice they immediately jumped to “AWESOME LET’S GO TO RED LOBSTER”
which is only made funnier by the fact that my wife has never been to a red lobster
Author: sittingoverheredreaming
25, gay, nerd. Probably crying as we speak.
I might not have to work today because our entire system has crashed
but also I might have to call in every hour to see if they’re back up
i love tiny michuru & tall haruka as much as the next person buuuut i also love the idea of michiru being pretty tall. not taller than haruka, maybe just a few centimeters shorter, but most people would say they are the same hight (though haruka will always mention the tiny difference). i dunno why i’ve been thinking about this a lot but i think a lot of fun times™ could come from it. like haruka getting flustered the first time they meet because she’s used to being the bigger one, but she’s immediately enraptured by this tall graceful girl. it could even be fun outside of haruka/michiru’s relationship with the inner senshi, especially with mako. she sees this taller woman who is the Ultimate High Femme™ and looks up to both her and haruka
i just love tall girls u guys
15 michiru
15 – Hands
Michiru’s hands are the one part of her body she can be proud of.
She does not take pride in her beauty. She does not take pride in her styled hair, her perfect posture, her classic features. These things have nothing to do with her. They are aspects of the doll she inhabits, the doll her parents molded into an ideal form.
But her hands reflect action. Her hands reflect her actions. Her nails are short and fingerpads calloused. Though she washes throughly before leaving a studio, her hands are splattered in paint for hours at a time. Her hands are working hands. Her hands betray the facade that everything comes easy to her.
Her mother often insists she wear gloves on fine occasions. Her hands are un-ladylike, you see, dear, and it is is always best to hide that part of oneself. Michiru rarely obliges, claiming her hands signal her talents, relishing her small rebellion, the small way she can claim herself.
It’s fitting to her, in that bitter, humorous way, that gloves appear when she becomes Neptune. Of course every attempt would be made to conceal the girl inside the soldier. It is always best to hide that part of oneself.
Headcanon prompt-Minako, #39
39. Secret
She never tells anyone outside of the senshi about the senshi. Not her parents (what a joke), not her old friends, not any of the people she dates or takes home or flirts with. She learned how to hide and lie at thirteen, and from there she just kept going. It doesn’t take much. That always disappoints her. One eyebrow waggle as she says she was up late, and everyone draws their own conclusion about why she looks so tired. If she misses a date, everyone’s prepared to accept her as a flake. No one suspects she was attacked. No one suspects she’s given her life to keeping them all safe.
For the most part, she doesn’t regret it. The older she gets, the more certain she is she can’t share that part of herself. But she aches sometimes, to be understood by someone who doesn’t have to understand. She wants someone to reach her, who doesn’t start so close. She wants sometimes to have her secrets broken open.
I have a few more of these that I’l get through in the morning, thank you all for sending them in!! I’ve had a blast answering them
guilt, hotaru?
In the beginning, they were three people in one body, and it was simple. It was a battle, and Hotaru lost, and Mistress Nine won. And then Saturn won, albeit with Hotaru’s help. Simple.
But then.
But then.
She is reborn, and Hotaru is Saturn. Or, is Saturn Hotaru? She doesn’t know. They don’t know? She doesn’t know how to think of it. She can feel, sometimes, that she has memories that aren’t her own, but she has them, so she is still Hotaru, even if she is also Saturn.
She wonders if they had really ever been separate at all. If she was always the solder of destruction.
And if she was, how can she be sure she wasn’t also Mistress Nine?
Hotaru had known her presence long before Saturn’s. She’d felt her dark thoughts, her contempt for the world, her desire for dominance. She’d felt it and she’d rejected it as an intrusion, as something that couldn’t be her. She was Hotaru, and that was something else.
But how could she draw that line, if now there is no line between Hotaru and Saturn? How can one thing that lived inside her be a part of her, but not the other?
She has nightmares, sometimes, of waking up and seeing through Mistress Nine’s eyes again. Of doing horrible things and being unable to stop.
When she wakes, she reminds herself Mistress Nine is dead. That part of her, if it was a part of her, is dead.
She can’t undo what she may have done, but she’ll keep it from happening again.
Michiru 8
8 – Dreams
Michiru’s dream is to be a concert violinist. A renowned artist. A high society lady. The soldier that stops the world’s destruction.
These dreams were given to her, another gift for a gifted child. The Kaiohs sought to ensure their daughter would want for nothing, after all. She would not be one of those flighty girls who wasted years figuring out what she wanted. They would tell her, and she would know.
Michiru takes these dreams as her own. They are good dreams, especially compared to the nightmares she sees when she closes her eyes. She likes painting, she likes performing. Of course she should dream of following these things as far as she can take them. Of course she should seek to be the best.
It is only when she reaches her first young years of adulthood that different dreams come to her, soft, secret, personal dreams. Dreams of a little cottage by the sea, where she wakes up to see the sunlight in Haruka’s hair every morning. Of weekly Tuesday tea with Rei, with no Senshi business to discuss, only their own secrets. Of a life unhindered by expectation. Dreams that make her soul ache, dreams that make her smile even as she cannot reach them.
Sam I’m begging you p l e a s e let me throw money at you, the things you write are all SO GOOD♡
RHIO YOU’RE GOING TO MAKE ME CRY YOU’RE TOO SWEET
I do have a ko-fi here, but please don’t feel obligated!
Makoto, family
She’d never admit it to the others, but Makoto absolutely believes that if her parents were alive, she’d be able to be honest with them about everything that happens. They would be so proud of her for being Sailor Jupiter. They would understand completely that she has a duty to protect this world, and would support her fully.
She wouldn’t hide it, the way Usagi and the others do. And if she tried her parents would know something was wrong right away, because they would know her so well. She knows they would with her whole heart. She knows it.
Sometimes, on lonely nights, she imagines different ways she would tell them. Mom, dad, I’m a part of something good. I’m fighting for justice. I’m going to be brave, just like you always taught me to be.
Mom, dad, I’m gonna make you so proud of me.
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