#asurainbattle

[creux--ame]

//smashed up bag on donuts left on the kitchen table

Only one person leaves her smashed doughnuts. ♥

[princesaserpientearchived]

//cry me a fuckin river

Only if you drown yourself in it.

[princesaserpientearchived]

//force-feeds you a tomato

//GOING TO TELL HARRIBEL-SAMA TBH

[princesaserpientearchived]

((or should i say 12.9 yrs old))

ooc: Get out 

[princesaserpientearchived]

((FINE 17 U SHIT))

ooc: NOPE

[princesaserpientearchived]

((high school senior))

ooc: That’s not an age asshole

[creux--ame]

//tosses bag of kinda beaten up donuts to

[It’s so beautiful!] 

[sombras-de-la-pantera-blog]

asura-in-battle replied to your post: You think I’d bother making sure I killed something that’s weaker than me, Sexta?

A malicious grin emerged. “Ya wanna fight, Grimmjow?” A mocking tone of voice at the Espada’s name. “You can’t even cut my hierro with your sword.”

Well, now they were talking. Grimmjow had always wanted to fight the Quinto, and that need only grew with the humiliation of his defeat back in Las Noches. A twin grin stretched on the Sexta's face, the jaw on his cheek dangerously opening, as if it mocked the Quinto's expression.

"Afraid of me tryin' to?"