Ianto Jones

Ianto Jones, twenty-six, 'butler' and 'tea-boy' for Torchwood Cardiff. It's never a dull day. Indie RP blog for Ianto Jones Tracking the tag: blipintimeianto M!A: None currently Universe: Mainly Torchwood but open to any and all Photo Album | Encounters | Relationships

[vikingfighter-deactivated201909]

[lokisprisoner-blog]

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

[hiddles-boner-deactivated201210]

booty indeed

[altairyourhairoutbitch-deactiva]

I think the best part is that Coulson had some “design input”

snorts

[marketwarriors]

[alfalfaco]

remember that time Paris Hilton made fun oh herself on Supernatural

like

this actually happened

[sentimental-apathy]

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.

[lokisarmytardisgirl221b]

[sighmurdock-deactivated20180929]

[roleplayingconfessionsfromrpers]

 I am deathly terrified of approaching people for rp. I am so scared they won’t think I’m good enough to rp with them.

[littlethingstorchwood]

[jessedyer-blog]

+1

[jessedyer-blog]

"Scary people."

[blipintimeianto]

"What scary people?"

[blipintimeianto]

Cough Cough [[May I?]]

Ianto. Did. Not. Do. Sick. As calm and stoic as he was when he was well he was grumpy when he was sick. He had reached the Hub and barely begun to start up the coffee machine when he more or less fainted onto the sofa, conked out for god knows how long.

[jamieacquaatyourservice]

"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."

[blipintimeianto]

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

[melszucker-deactivated20140413]

+5 pennies passing through+

[melszucker-deactivated20140413]

   ”That’d be the one.”

[blipintimeianto]

"How did you find it."

[jessedyer-blog]

+1

[jessedyer-blog]

"Hiding."

[blipintimeianto]

"From what?"

[thedoctorsaysimwrong1]

Good morning sunshines!

[thedoctorsaysimwrong1]

Dalring, cupcake, sweetheart, doll. There’s a lot of choices, but sunshines went well with good morning.

[blipintimeianto]

What did you do Jack?

[goredviscera]

Jensen and Dean do have one thing in common… they both live under a rock

[blipintimeianto]

Sorry, but I can't teleport back... *looks worried*

"Why not?

[jessedyer-blog]

+1

"Boo."

[blipintimeianto]

"...What are you doing in a bin?"

[melszucker-deactivated20140413]

+5 pennies passing through+

[melszucker-deactivated20140413]

  “—-Accident? I literally walked in the front door.”

[blipintimeianto]

"The front door that's hidden."

[blipintimeianto]

Cough Cough [[May I?]]

Ianto. Did. Not. Do. Sick. As calm and stoic as he was when he was well he was grumpy when he was sick. He had reached the Hub and barely begun to start up the coffee machine when he more or less fainted onto the sofa, conked out for god knows how long.

[jamieacquaatyourservice]

"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?"

[blipintimeianto]

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. 

[thedoctorsaysimwrong1]

Good morning sunshines!

[blipintimeianto]

Sunshin? That's a new one.