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Barriss;
I don't have a habit of writing descriptions of myself... so I won't.
Reblog if you would like to be asked questions about your OTPs

barbeauxbot:

tbf this is kind of a constant state of being

doctopus:

what if you spoke in your icon’s voice for an entire week

swanbeanies:

not shipping your fanon queer ship is not being homophobic literally fuck you

Just fuck already
said by every shipper ever (via drako-acar)    
The real difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin

evil-freak:

Gryffindor : Mate, I would die for you

Slytherin : I will kill for you, bro. Just give me the word, the bitch is dead

misunderstandings : chapter seven
 “My parents, I told you about them, you know they weren’t the most thoughtful parents ever, far from that, but they did teach me a thing or two. Like, well, not to trust anyone with my feelings or to talk about it for hours. When Pierre died, they told me to suck it up and deal with it quietly. Because Thénardiers don’t talk about feelings. So yeah, I know I can talk to you and Bahorel and Courf and the rest of you, I know you care, I know it but it’s hard Enj’!” Eponine realized she had let her emotions take over when she looked down on her hands which were trembling around the mug. In front of her, Enjolras seemed more worried than ever. Yet he wouldn’t breath a word. Damnit. She wanted him to talk, to stop her stupid rant. She wanted him to close this door she just involuntarily opened but of course, kind, empathic Enjolras was probably thinking she needed him to let her keep on ranting about her shitty life to get over it. She had, way before she met him. It was just life and shit happened along the way. She had understood soon enough, as a child, that her father wasn’t exactly a paragon of virtue. And she had mourned Pierre, she had grieved for a long time. She had moved on so all this digging up she was doing right now? It was the last thing she needed.
misunderstandings : chapter seven

“My parents, I told you about them, you know they weren’t the most thoughtful parents ever, far from that, but they did teach me a thing or two. Like, well, not to trust anyone with my feelings or to talk about it for hours. When Pierre died, they told me to suck it up and deal with it quietly. Because Thénardiers don’t talk about feelings. So yeah, I know I can talk to you and Bahorel and Courf and the rest of you, I know you care, I know it but it’s hard Enj’!” Eponine realized she had let her emotions take over when she looked down on her hands which were trembling around the mug. In front of her, Enjolras seemed more worried than ever. Yet he wouldn’t breath a word. Damnit. She wanted him to talk, to stop her stupid rant. She wanted him to close this door she just involuntarily opened but of course, kind, empathic Enjolras was probably thinking she needed him to let her keep on ranting about her shitty life to get over it. She had, way before she met him. It was just life and shit happened along the way. She had understood soon enough, as a child, that her father wasn’t exactly a paragon of virtue. And she had mourned Pierre, she had grieved for a long time. She had moved on so all this digging up she was doing right now? It was the last thing she needed.

daikiaomines:

Endless List of OTPs [2/?]
Ichimaru Gin and Matsumoto Rangiku

"I’ve decided. I’m going to become a shinigami. I’m going to be a shinigami and change things. I’ll fix it, so you won’t have to cry anymore, Rangiku."

Let me drink from the sweetness of your lips. 
Let me drink from the sweetness of your lips. 

╬ “No LOVE No FRIENDSHIP ╬ Can Cross The Path Of ╬ Our DESTINY ╬ Without Leaving Some Mark On It FOREVER

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sailor-scribbles:

Comic by Sailor Scribbles

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In my head, the Shitennou are the first to call her Lady instead of Small Lady.  Both out of respect and affection. Chibiusa is simultaneously flustered and charmed by this.

Even if they don’t revive, I’m sure they’re still looking out for the royal family in their own way.