My soft boy Ixto


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My soft boy Ixto

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ixto replied to your post: Wine and winter oh my God. She just becomes more...
I read this so wrong and thought that Michelle was calling him “wine mom”
LMAOOOOOOO omg!!! Ramsay stop being such a wine mom. xDD
I feel like I'm gonna male this a series.

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“you want me to rub your back ’til you fall asleep?”
post-trauma sentence starters.
“Would you?” It was such a strange thing to ask, but she needed it today. “Actually, no, never mind, that’s weird, isn’t it?” But he did offer. Could she ask if someone offered first?
@ixto asked: ‘ get away from me. ‘ — ||ACCEPTING|| *angsty starters
»»» “I’m afraid that’s a little difficult, given your current predicament,” he remarked dully as he studied the interrogation rack the other was bound to. If Hux had wanted to, he could have easily reached out with a free hand to grasp the other’s chin, but he’d rather not risk being bitten. »»» “Tell me, was it by happenstance you found yourself with known rebels of the Resistance??? That’s the usual comment prisoners make in hopes of getting out of a First Order cell.”
“We need to get out of the heat, you’re starting to look sick.”
Her fair skin was a curse. She bruised at the lightest touch, purple flowers blooming like her origami roses across her haunches, and she could never remember how she’d got them.
Konan had come from a land where it always rained, where cloud filtered most of the sun’s rays, and the icy onslaught of rain beat away any warmth. It was understandable that on what might be a pleasant mild spring day for others could prove intolerant to her.
Her cheeks burned pink, and when she laid her fingers against them, she knew she was sunburnt, with a dash of heatstroke.
“Let’s go,” she agreed, nodding to Ixto.