*slips a Tumblrcoin in the bra of a remarkable lass at the strip club*
*the bouncer grabs me by my legs and hurls me at the speeding traffic*
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there’s
“grand marshal hux has a conniving air about him undercut by a slyness that makes him dangerous rather than childish, he reclines with legs crossed primly at the ankle on his couch, holding a teacup, surveying his troops”
and/or
“armitage ‘dumbed ass’ hux wants to die and he’s gonna take kylo with him. he’s drinking whisky straight from the bottle. the bags under his eyes are versace. his back hurts all the time. he’s been having one long, slow breakdown since arkanis.”
BUT regardless……. that bitch doesn’t sleep. welcome to my ted ta
