( && PERSIST! )

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hanabiira:

im gonna hold u a party im so proud

      “I’d rather you didn’t. Please leave now.”

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ohhhhhh my god u finally got laid :')

         “....what do you mean finally?!!”

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Greetings, husband of mine. Would you casually know where is our daughter? I kind of....lost her.

            "What do you mean you lost her?! Oh hell.......             she's probably wandering the Eleventh again."             The pipe in his hand nearly split with the force             of his grip. Who would have thought that a four             year old's little, stump legs could carry them so             far, so quickly?

[fucking-weird-kid]

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Reblog if you’re a little ugly...

[sylarclaus-blog]

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rangikusan said: 

Fine be greasy and gross. Hmph.

     “Enough already, I get it. Save it for someone who cares.”

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rangikusan said: 

rUDE!!

     “Sorry, lieutenant. But not really.” 

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rangikusan said:

my hands aren’t even on you -blinks- what’re you, crazy?? 

        “Just keep that shit out of my hair.”

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melanitestreetrat:

“Our squad frequently participates in “contests of manliness’. Maturity isn’t in the job description.”

        “It takes a real man to be mature, idiot.”

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koizumxyuu:

( dogmatiiic liked for a starter! )

          Yuu sat in the shade of a tree, casually eating onigiri as he watched the shinigami pass him by. The sun was hot, but the division was interesting to watch. There were so many different kinds of people, he didn’t know what to think.

          “You ever thought of staying out of the sun, dumbass?” He casually asked before taking another bite, not even sparing the man anything beyond a glance.

       Sweating, somewhat heavier than usual--though he was always perspiring,        Kiyoshi had a thick, stack of paperwork beneath an arm. It wasn’t exactly an        ideal place to carry, but in the heat he couldn’t care less. From the shade, a        man spoke out to him. But Kiyo was hardly in the mood to deal with the other        shinigami's attitude. He paused, briefly-eyes cutting across to where the figure        rested.

                "You ever thought of minding your own business?"

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Kiyo’s laugh.

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Gives him a hair mud mask. "That should help with the oily-ness~"

        “H-HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!”

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THAT FEEL WHEN your girlfriend pets your captain like he’s a common dog.

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Do you need more consolation prize? ♪

       He reaches out, allowing the pad of his thumb to brush over the back        of Ito's hand, tracing circles into the smooth skin. Stretching his fingers       to seek her own, Kiyoshi let out a low hum of acknowledgement. A smile       twitched at his lips.

                             "Mhm. Yeah, I think that I do.                                      I'm a sore loser."

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Nice hair mm, seems too oily though, shame.

        “Huh? It’s not oil, it’s sweat.”

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Kisses you because you're a loser

       “Yeah, well you can keep winning in my name.”