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Deep Ass Sentence Starters

“Well, most people believe Einstein’s theory of relativity, so I hadn’t ever considered it before.” It was an odd question, and one Atsushi discovered himself utterly compelled to answer. “Newton’s law of universal gravitation would have to be completely wrong on every count, too, of course — but, even aside from the scientific ramifications, I think it would change the way we interacted and felt about the world, as well.” Brown eyes lifted to the ceiling, as though the answer might be hidden there.

Halloween themed starters ! | accepting

     Pumpkins lined the place he called HOME, all carved with an assortment of faces and designs. Several, the prince was proud to say, had been his own handy work although the lines were NEEDLESSLY jagged and the eyes crocked. A sword he could MASTER, a small dagger, not so much. “You should get in the spirit Kunzite— maybe then you’d smile more.” He teased, stepping BEHIND the nearest banister to hide his smile. All he needed was another to get on board the idea and maybe then they could make bats cut from black card and hang ghosts from the cieling. “I even picked out a costume for you.”

2 bad she stops existing after like 2 episodes god bless her aesthetic soul

she deserved better. sure, she tried to kill my kids, but she still deserved better because she honestly is #goals

maculcte replied to your post:.

& she wears no underwear

#goals

lcverboy replied to your post:.

takahashi shoulda’ kept her around she’s seriously a fan favorite??? like even decades down the line

dvelja 2:50 am: LMAO bye kunzite!!

funzite 2:50 am: OH MY GO D

dvelja 2:50 am: LATER BINCH!!!

    They are both under strain. They are both worried sick. And Nephrite knows that while he is beside himself, Kunzite is probably doing worse. And so of course, he forgives the second Kunzite apologizes and claps a supportive hand on the other’s shoulder. Being upset with one another would not help anyone. 

    “We will find him. He’s never been the type to run,” Nephrite said decisively, eyes scanning over the heads of others walking down the street. But a thought nagged at him. Jadeite before...in their better life, had never been a runner. At least, he’d never run away from anything. He had no qualms running toward things. But this new Jadeite, Nephrite had to keep reminding himself, was a near stranger. 

    Nephrite never knew his fellow Shitennou before Beryl had taken them; he didn’t know what was normal for them. And the Dark Kingdom...that wasn’t their real selves. But those thoughts still lingered and the skin was hard to shed. Maybe this Jadeite had run after all. 

    “Maybe he went to a museum?” Nephrite suggested. His had was still on Kunzite’s shoulder, steering him towards a bus stop. “What are you going to do when we find him?”

    He hadn’t expected Kunzite to make any reference to the obvious tension in the flat. He hadn’t expected Kunzite to even elude to his problems with Jadeite, which is why Zoisite’s jaw dropped, as he struggled to think of what to say. This conversation almost felt like it should be had with Nephrite. He was the one who seemed to understand everyone, especially Jadeite. 

    “Listen,” he started, frowning in thought. “Jadeite...doesn’t trust anyone right now.” The words had been a guess, but as soon as he spoke them, Zoisite knew he was right. “He might think he trusts me, or Nephrite, or even End---Mamoru. But he doesn’t. And you can’t really blame him when you think about it...It’s not like any of us have had time to cope with things since well...y’know...”

    Zoisite knew that for himself, it was hard getting used to living in a world with technology. He had a hard time trusting his instinct, his thoughts, wondering it was Beryl picking at his brain. Zoisite didn’t think it was much different for the others. How could it? They’d all been through the same thing, hadn’t they?

    “I remember...bits and pieces...” Zoisite’s fingers ran along the rough sketches, eyes taking in the designs and the notes left on the papers. They were written in English, addressed someone named ‘Tom’. One note in particular made Zoisite chuckle as it read ‘CALL ME IF ANY DESIGNS ARE OVER BUDGET!’ followed by Jadeite’s own number. Nephrite would, of course not be phased by just paying more, but it was funny to see Jadeite trying to be the responsible one, enforcing the budget on an already expensive project. 

    “I remember enough to know that this,” he placed his finger on a rough design for his own sword. The blade was drawn with intricate floral designs. There was a question mark next to the design, as though Jadeite had not yet figured out if he wanted to finalize that. “Was not part of my original blade. But still, the differences are nice. It fits me more now than it would have back then.”

    He made a dim notice that the rough designs for Jadeite’s own sword were much more understated than the rest. And there were two of them. Zoisite wrinkled his nose concentrating...But of course, Jadeite always carried two. How could he have forgotten?

    Memories of the Golden Kingdom were a haze. Sometimes, if Zoisite thought of something very specific, he could remember an old memory quite clearly. But often times, the slipped right through him. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. 

    To be fair, Jadeite had already had a massive headache before Kunzite had taken it upon himself to lecture. But that didn’t stop Jadeite from trying to use sarcasm to get the elder to fuck off. But of course it didn’t work, as (deep down) Jadeite knew it wouldn’t. How could Kunzite keep himself from lecturing when Jadeite and Mamoru had been taken home with a police escort? Both of them had looked awful, though while Jadeite had several bruises and a cut lip o his face, and bruised knuckles, Mamoru only had a black eye. Still. Mamoru, their Master had been harmed on Jadeite’s watch. And they’d spent a good hour in a police station to boot. 

    Nephrite and Zoisite had gone across the hall to Mamoru’s flat in order to give Jadeite and Kunzite privacy. Jadeite wished that Nephrite had stayed at least, it would probably have been easier for Jadeite to keep his temper in check with Nephrite there. But as it was...

    Jadeite almost laughed at the comment about disrespecting his title. but settled for shooting Kunzite an amused look. As if he hadn’t already sullied it a million years ago. He opened the fridge, trying to keep an air of not caring about him, but the words stung. Kunzite didn’t know any of the details of the fight, what had provoked it or who hit first (Jadeite). But it didn’t matter. Mamoru had been hit on his watch, he’d fucked up. The others might’ve been drunk, and rude, and awful, one might’ve thrown water in Jadeite’s face, sure. But that was no excuse for failure. 

    “Uh...” Jadeite pretended to consider as he reached for a beer in the fridge and twisted the cap off. He took a long drink of it, almost hoping that Kunzite would say something about Jadeite still being too young to drink. He swallowed. “Yeah, that’s all I have to say. Since you didn’t even ask what happened, I’m going to assume those details are unimportant to you. That’s probably wise, you wouldn’t want to get the full picture of something now would you? So sorry, won’t happen again,” and he took another long drink.