liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
it will never stop being funny how preposterously, unhingedly down bad hans capon is for this random blacksmith. down so bad that he physically cannot stop giving him his possessions. down so bad he needs to pick out his clothes. down so bad he is racing to follow him into almost certain death. down so humiliatingly, cringe-inducingly, never-before-seen-levels-of bad that the only thing that cheered him up from the depression of a forced marriage is the realization that from this marriage will eventually emerge a SON and then he can name that son HENRY and that's going to be FUCKING SICK DUDE. OUR MY SON HENRY JR
help this man
"Hans is a bottom" this "Henry is the bottom" that
You're all wrong because they're vers.
Hans tells him what they're going to do that day and Henry goes "okay :3"
However that being said Henry is always little spoon
(it's Hans' way of saying "thank you I appreciate you")
so i’ve been gaming
oh to be a rookie attorney in France in love with the bitchy prosecutor next door
I’m crying I feel like I’ve had this exact scene play out
Oh, necroMANcy? And what are you SEEING this man for? More gay sex? Gay Frankenstein sex?