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where did you go man

psych ward /srs LMAO

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FINALLY INTERNET ACCESS AFTER BERYL!!!! FUCK HOUSTON HOLY SHIT

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no tv show will ever be able to resolve a m/m/f love triangle as perfectly and as weirdly as Hannibal, in which the woman kisses one of the guys, sleeps with the other one, then decides "actually, never mind, you're both awful!" and marries a rich lesbian instead - and, while this is all going on, the guys develop a weird homoerotic obsession with each other culminating in them going off a cliff together. truly unhinged and unmatched

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thinking... house vet au... but i cant justify doing that to animals

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i was bored

one must imagine house/cameron/wilson starting like this

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so like. house ran away with wilson when he had six months to live and cameron married her husband when he had six months to live

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okay okay okay but like, everyone’s searching and asking on the internet “does house every say i love you to wilson?”, which i know he does in Season 4 in the “97 Seconds” episode, but…

Does wilson ever tell house he loves him? Like, does he actually ever say the words “I love you” to him? Because i can’t find anything on the internet anywhere and- and yeah um- oopsie i’m gonna go cry now

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both of them were channeling wanting to fuck House onto each other

everyone agrees that wilson is a secret freak but nobody wants to admit that he wanted to fuck cameron oh get real

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yeah

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König HeadCanons - 🔇

Note: There are like 40 different König's in my head, so I'll more than likely make MANY headcanon lists for the big man.

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Selectively mute. There is a large amount of people he doesn't trust speaking around, you barely fit the bill to hear him speak.

He's majorly touch starved and will be glued to you (Except in front of people, then he isn't even aware of your presence.)

Sexist asshole, thinks you shouldn't be involved this work cause you're so delicate maus

When you do finally leave, he pays for everything, bills, groceries, clothes, ect ect. He doesn't want "woman money" so your savings are for your hobbies or any gifts you get him

you only left KorTac cause he convinced you that it was soooo dangerous Schatz, what would he do if you got hurt?

You don't remember him asking you out, but he surely he must have. Right?

nsfw

Your pleasure is second to his own, but he's kind enough to get you to finish

There is not a position or hole he wouldn't take you in

you once joked that you would peg him, and he ignored you for a month

He loves receiving oral, especially messy, gag-y, lips turning blue oral

Giving oral isnt his favorite things but god, liebe if it makes you shut up

Stop doesn't mean stop. Of course you have a safe word, but whether or not it actually would work is a different question.

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Ive started watching x-files.... i swear to god "Squeeze" is fucking me up

i hate his creepy little eyes

NOT THE VENT

NOT HIS LIVER!!!!

thats a weird finger print

over 100 years old????

GET AWAY FROM DANA

he took her necklace :(

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS SKELETON AND MUSCLES ARE DIFFERENT??? SHOW ME THEM???

WHY IS HE LOOKING AT THE DOOR LIKE THAT?

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i cant believe mr. "I read a paper on it" was actually telling the truth

very important news chase has a library card in his wallet

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"I thought we had time"

Hilson shit cause I'm boredddd | Word count: 686

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The apartment was bathed in the soft hues of twilight, casting a warm, peaceful glow over the space that Greg House and James Wilson now called home. They had left behind everything, opting instead for a simpler life together, yet fate had not been kind—Wilson's prognosis hung over them like a heavy cloud.

House sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor with a mix of resignation and fear gnawing at his insides. He knew the truth now—Wilson had five months left, at best. Five months to unravel the tangled mess of emotions he had buried deep within himself for years.

Wilson emerged from the bathroom, having changed into comfortable pajamas, and he paused in House's open doorway, watching him with a gentle concern etched on his features.

"House," Wilson's voice was soft, breaking the silence that stretched between them like a fragile thread. "Come here."

House looked up, meeting Wilson's gaze with a vulnerability he rarely allowed himself to show. He stood slowly, crossing the room to stand before Wilson, who reached out and gently pulled him into a tender embrace.

They stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the weight of their unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. House buried his face in the crook of Wilson's neck, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of soap. It was a scent that grounded him, reminding him of all the moments they had shared—the laughter, the arguments, the quiet nights like this one.

"I don't know how to do this," House finally murmured against Wilson's shoulder, his voice thick with emotion.

Wilson tightened his embrace, his hand running soothingly up and down House's back. "We'll figure it out together. Just like we always have."

House pulled back slightly, meeting Wilson's gaze with a raw intensity that made his chest ache. "I wish I had more time," he whispered, the emotions feeling foreign and yet strangely right in his heart.

Wilson's eyes softened, a minute went by, maybe two, his own voice barely a whisper as he replied, "I love you too, Greg."

In that moment, all pretense fell away. They stood there, two flawed souls clinging to each other in the face of an uncertain future. House leaned in, pressing his lips gently against Wilson's, a silent plea for understanding, for comfort, for connection.

Wilson responded eagerly, parting his lips to deepen the kiss, pouring into it all the love and longing he had suppressed for so long. Their kiss was a mixture of desperation and tenderness, a silent promise to make the most of every fleeting moment they had left.

Hands tangled in hair, bodies pressed close, they sought solace in each other's touch, seeking to bridge the gap between fear and acceptance. Their clothes were shed without haste but with a reverence that spoke of years of unspoken desires finally coming to fruition.

They moved together with a familiarity born of years of companionship, each touch a testament to them, the life they could have shared. It was slow and tender, a dance of bodies and hearts laid bare.

As they lay intertwined in the darkness, their breaths slowing, House pressed a kiss to Wilson's forehead, feeling a bittersweet ache in his chest. Wilson's hand found his, fingers intertwining as they lay there in the quiet, their hearts beating in unison.

"We'll face this together," Wilson whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

House nodded, unable to find words, but understanding that in Wilson's arms, he had found a sanctuary—a place where fear could coexist with love, and where every moment, no matter how fleeting, was cherished.

Outside, the city buzzed with life, oblivious to the intimate moment unfolding within the walls of their apartment. But for House and Wilson, the world had narrowed to the space between them, where time seemed to stand still, and love was the only truth that mattered.

In the stillness of the night, they clung to each other, finding solace in the warmth of their shared embrace, and vowing silently to make the most of every sunrise they had left together.

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reblog so your followers won’t forget to drink water

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Rip Allison Cameron you would have loved tumblr’s posts about wanting to fuck old men

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Cameron x any dying man that shows her any amount of affection

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this is literally just me being crazy but cameron and cuddy wear similar things in this episode. which could mean nothing