apparently i just can’t write soft, fluffy romantic scenes. sat down in front of my computer today, fully intending to finish a cute little fic. instead, all i got was my brain running around in circles screaming the entire time

is blasphemy acceptable on this occasion

can we just. let!!! crowley!!! be bad!!!!

btw when you're being mean to aziraphale this is who you're being mean to. hope this helps

looking at crowley is not enough i need to inhale his gender

Who would win tho?

I can't look at this:

Without seeing this:

yea. lol idk

i KNOW it doesn't really make sense by the way this picture is taken since it's supposed to be the 30s but imagine this is what happened

if s3 doesn't begin with aziraphale doing the fucking apology dance then what is the point

[voice of a person who hasn’t had a healthy sleep schedule sleep since the twentyseventh of july twenty twenty three] no i’m not crying over a drawing of a binary star system SHUT UP

i need crowley and aziraphale to not be able to keep their hands off each other after making up in s3 whether that be sexual or not idc they need to TOUCH. hugs kisses hand holding casual shoulder grabs hands brushing against skin resting heads on shoulders cuddling playing footsie under the goddamn table at the ritz LITERALLY ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING they are both touch starved and in love and the second they start touching they aren’t gonna be able to stop

this moment will never fail to crack me up. old as a whole-ass world demon managed to look like a gangly 12-year-old schoolboy from the 40s who's trying to read up on his mate's notes before getting brutally called to answer in front of the class. and u can see his heart stop but he has an aloof and cool persona to mantain, hence the glasses. godspeed(?) little soldier. don't trip on your way there btw your crush is watching from the first row