Ianto Jones

Well, obviously, the costume designers’ vision for the Avengers film was “booty” so… there’s your answer. 

No but um, you guys don’t realize how intelligent Paris Hilton actually is? She makes money off of people thinking she’s an idiot. It’s genius.

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"Name’s Jamie," she said cheerily, holding a hand to his forehead as she looked carefully at his eyes. "Ballerina and mischief extraordinaire, nice to meet you. And you, sweetheart, are damn sick. As a former nurse, let me tell you, you should close up shop here and be in bed."

Ianto groaned, the dizziness increasing, making his head lull on his shoulders. "Why...are you here?"

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Good morning sunshines!

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"You’re a terrible liar, has anyone ever told you?" Jamie said conversationally as she slipped an arm around his waist- she had no real concept of personal space sometimes- and forced him into the chair. "So do you have a name, or do I just call you ‘sweetheart’ or the like?"

Ianto let her hold him, only because the Earth wouldn't stop shaking. He stumbled against the desk, losing his balance for a second before slumping into a chair. "Who are you?" He murmured, dazedly.