The Hand Is What Fucked Me Up. Its Just Such A Small Thing, But Such A Loud Detail. Crowley Pulls Him

The hand is what fucked me up. It’s just such a small thing, but such a loud detail. Crowley pulls him in, kisses him deep, and desperate, and anguished, and longing, and Aziraphale flounders. His hand quivers and moves without any idea what he’s supposed to do; he’s at a loss. He’s shocked, and confused, and the whiplash of going from trying to convince Crowley he’s gotten them everything they could ever want, to this. To everything he doesn’t know how deal with, and never expected. And yet. His hand stops. He plants it firm on Crowley’s back, and for just a moment, he presses into to kiss too. He know this is what he wants; he can feel it. That instant is everything, yet somehow it meant nothing, because it was only a terribly fleeting moment inside a terribly fleeting moment.

And that’s how I knew this season was going to make me mentally unwell-

I want to make a tmnt 2012 au, but I can’t remember much of any of the five season I watched.

I wanna make a 2003 au, but I’ve only watched like 5% of the show.

Solution:

I bs my way through a fusion and hope it goes somewhere

I love it when educated bitches start talking. Like I’m ace, but your objectivity is a huge turn on.

My mom’s fixation on the current size of my chest at any given time is looking kinda pedo-y. It’s giving incest, more than it’s giving transphobe :T

The comics be drawing Leatherhead quite…

That is to say he looking very-

Um

I mean…

He just kinda-

Wow

Um

Jeez