#same

Makoto’s projected mental representation of ‘femininity’ is an affront to ruffles and bows everywhere.

 “I thought you’d never ask.”

I was going to say this was odd, then I realized I never know what my reflection is doing when I’m not perceiving it.

Nehelenia knows how to play Chibiusa’s insecurities like an accordion. A twisted, distorted-perspective accordion.

What Nehelenia said: “The Golden Crystal chooses its bearers.”
What I heard: “THE WAND CHOOSES THE WIZARD HARRY MY BOY”

“That stone was called DEMOCRACY.”

“Except the arc when your own repressed anger and resentment corrupted you into a force of evil, but let’s ignore that.”

“It’s, like, 7 units deep.”

“I will presently engage in the process of your salvation. Please stay still.”