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LOL Spock is such a silly we love him
I know everyone says it’s best to just stick to “said” as a dialogue tag bc it disappears and that’s true and I mostly do but I want to take a moment for my all-time favorite dialogue tag, “lied.” Absolutely nothing hits like “‘I’m here to help,’ he lied.” NOTHING.
#vi-repost#i use so many dialogue tags because i hate using standalone said (i'll use it fine with an adverb if that makes sense)#but i honestly have to say I don't use “lied” enough#omg im thinking of all the “lied” adverb possiblities#“he lied inconspicuously”#“she lied suspiciously”#“they lied badly”#i love adverbs
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#good omens spoilers#gos2spoilers#good omens#good omens season 2#goodomensedit#aziraphale#crowley#og post#gifs#the thesis of this gifset is:#“aziraphale lies BADLY to crowley's FACE repeatedly for no reason and crowley ALWAYS takes him at his word#but crowley's the demon so he's the one who lies. apparently"#i just think its hilarious#and the fact that crowley doesn't notice aziraphale lying despite the fact he knows how he lies (see: Job) because “why would he lie to ME”#i don't think crowley thinks the inverse of aziraphale (“you're an angel. its not what you do”) because he KNOWS he lied to heaven#(again see:Job)#this took so fucking long i'd open photoshop and my computer would shit itself#even worse if i dare opened a longer video to make into several gifs#sacrificed my Firefox window to my computer like a newborn lamb so that photoshop may live but it barely even helped#apparently i do NOT have the needed ram for gifmaking#i mean i did do it. i completed it. but still#though it worked a bit better after i restarted my computer. so. maybe i should do that more frequently lmao#i tried to include “i'm a demon. i lied” but it just did not. fit. quite right
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Wayne takes in a Beat to Shit Steve Harrington after Starcourt as n Owed Favor to Hopper Part 4
Part Three: link
First Chapter (parts 1-3 on tumblr) on A03: Link
The kid was madder than a wet hen.
Just as slippery as one too, when he got like this--music pulsing like a living thing to signal all his rage and upset.
Not like Wayne hadn’t expected it.
He just wished it wasn’t quite so damn loud.
The music had started up almost immediately after Eddie had stormed to his room, startling Steve awake and nearly making Wayne curse for it.
Normally it was a good thing--music meant Eds was willing to listen instead of heading for the hills.
Normally, they didn't have a house guest who looked like he'd gone ten rounds with a bear.
They had a routine for this, was the thing and the music was a key part of it. It worked all the edges off for Wayne, and he'd long figured out that about thirty minutes was a the perfect length of time for Eddie to stew before he could actually talk things through.
Given the hand Harrington put to his forehead, Wayne wasn't eager to give him that thirty minutes.
Not when Steve deserved little peace he could have.
Unfortunately, so did Eds.
Still.
Strutting through the door and demanding to talk right now was a bad move and so, with a sympathetic look given to Steve, Wayne did what he did best
Gave space.
Let Eddie rage, as Wayne got up and shuffled about the kitchen.
Pulled out the soft earplugs he pretended weren’t there for Eds to steal (playing that damn loud guitar all the time could not be good for his ears) and offered them to Steve, before making two cups of what Wayne privately thought was the Munson “chitchat” drink.
One cup of hot water, one packet swiss miss, a small amount of maple syrup drizzled in, topped with little marshmallows they reserved for these types of situations.
Wayne took his time with it, thinking through what he wanted to say.
‘I understand that this is a screen door on a submarine kind of situation...’
Nope.
‘Son I know you hate listening to anyone for anything but this is serious...’
Absolutely not--that would end up with the boy bolting for sure.
‘Ed’s, I love you but could we please turn Ozzy off while we talk? That man wails louder than any damn cat I have ever met.’
That one was purely self indulgent, mostly because the wall was starting to shake.
Wayne put the finishing touches on the cocoa before staring at both of them.
Perhaps if he stared the Garfield mug in its eyes hard enough, the right words would come through.
They did not.
He kept trying, standing there long enough for the cocoa to reasonably have cooled and for Eddie’s song to flip over to something with more screaming in it than singing.
Wayne supposed that this was the hardest part of being a parent. You just didn’t get to have the magical one liner. The right thing to say at just the right time.
The joke that would ease all the tension and let things progress forward nice and easy.
Instead, you got to fumble your way through the dark with a flashlight up your ass and hope you were going in the right-ish direction. Ideally without making things worse.
Wayne was here though, and that had to count for something.
(Knew it counted for something--because Eddie was still here.
They had cleared hurdles far higher than this when it came to trust. They’d get through this too, come what may.
Steve too.)
“Can I just ask,” Eddie started, aggressive as always when Wayne finally gave in and entered his room, feeling all sorts of awful for the migraine Steve had to have, “what the absolute fuck is happening?”
Sure as fire he was sitting on his bed, leg bouncing a mile a minute.
An unlit cigarette hung between two fingers, looking a little chewed on, but otherwise undisturbed--as it should be, because one of Wayne’s few rules was that smoke stayed outside the house.
“You could.” Wayne said loudly but agreeably, as he turned himself around and dropped down next to his kid.
Held out the Garfield mug, and was happy when it was taken from him.
“Figured you might have other things to say, though.”
Likely a lot of things.
It was as good an opening as any, and his kid didn’t disappoint, launching right to it.
“Why is he here and not at a hospital?”
‘Here’ was punctuated by Ed’s hand winging towards the door, and while it wasn’t the righteous fury Wayne expected, it was at least, an easy answer to give.
“Steve has some people looking for him. Bad people. Hospital makes him an easy target.”
Wayne was still talking loud. Could only hear Eddie himself because he was looking at the kid’s lips more than he was actually hearing his voice.
Eddie took that in, swallowing it about as well as he’d swallowed anything he hadn’t liked.
And thank the stars above, he finally reached a hand out and turned the music down. Not a lot--Steve wouldn’t be able to hear them over all this--but enough that Wayne didn’t have to struggle.
“We’re hiding him from the cops now?!” Ed’s spat.
“Cops know he’s here. Hopper’s the one who asked me to take him.” Wayne reminded him, because it was the truth.
Not the full truth, but given how Ed’s pissed off half the local PD on a good day, Wayne absolutely did not want to see his nephew take on Federal Agents.
(Particularly not the kind who were going ���round killing kids.)
“So--what?” Eddie yanked hard on his hair, a gesture that looked less intentional and more like he was trying to fight his own anger down. “Hopper just called you up and said ‘Hey, we had a whoopsie with the rich kid, the hospital’s not safe anymore. Can we stash him with you for a few days?”
Wayne nodded once, slow-like.
Always remembered how too fast movements had made Eddie flinch and jerk back when was littler, and given the way Steve was looking, figured it was a good time to be cautious again.
“He did.��
“And you just--agreed? Just like that!?”
“I did.”
He pretended not to see Eddie boggle at him at the simple admission, so furious that he seemed to struggle for words when he normally had too many to say.
Wayne took advantage.
“We did talk a bit more than that, I’ll admit.”
Ed’s scoffed. “About the weather I’m sure.”
“‘Bout trust.”
Eddie blinked at that.
“Trust.” He echoed flatly.
“What have I always told you? People like to ask you to trust them, but you they don’t get to have it until--”
“They provide proof or a reason.” Eddie finished with an eyeroll. “So which did Hopper provide then?”
Wayne took a noisy sip of his coca. Smacked his lips a little before saying: “Both.”
Didn’t bother to say anything else, because he knew Eddie would finish the thought for him.
“One of them was me, wasn’t it.”
Eds didn’t say it like a question, but Wayne hummed in agreement anyway.
He wasn’t gonna shame his boy, but he wasn’t gonna sugar coat Eddie’s involvement in this either. Not when he’d already admitted that was half the reason Hopper had gone to Wayne to begin with.
“No one is expecting Steve to be here.” He said, seeing the chance to hammer home the most important part of this entire shitshow. “So long as no one finds out he’s here, he’ll be safe. Everyone will be safe.”
Steve from the Feds who were hunting him for while he was busy being involved in shit he couldn’t control and Eddie because he had a mouth that most people didn’t like.
Not small town people anyway, and absolutely not authority figures with guns.
“Who’s even after him?” Eddie was theatrical as always, hands waving away as he talked. “Did he make a deal with the mob? Piss off some other rich guy? I know it’s not anything drug related, I’d have heard about it by now.”
After years of experience, Wayne knew exactly how far to lean away to stay out of range, too used to his nephew talking with his entire body.
“That’s his story to tell ya, Ed’s. It ain’t mine. Same way it ain’t my place to tell him your story.”
That at least got the boy to think for a minute. Put down that frustration he carried with him all the time, and use the brain they both knew he had.
“How long is he staying here?”
Wayne shrugged. “Don’t know.”
Eddie sighed and mockingly mimicked Wayne, taking an obnoxious slurp of his cocoa. “The neighbors are going to notice if he’s here more than a few days. The trailer park isn’t exactly big.”
“They didn’t notice that time you decided to make fireballs with the cooking spray and about blew up half the driveway. Don’t think they’re gonna notice someone being quiet in the house.”
Eddie snorted, and probably rolled his eyes again, not that Wayne could see it given the kid was looking into his own mug as he thought it all through.
Wayne sat with him as he processed.
Eds worked at his own pace with things, and while life at large might be against that, Wayne was happy to let him do it. Found it easier that way, then trying to poke and prod and force him like so many father figures did.
Wayne’s patience was rewarded not even a full minute later, when Eddie turned to him and asked;
“What if he finds out?”
This in a quieter voice. An unsure one--words and body hunching in a way unlike the Eddie the world outside knew, but very much like the little boy Wayne had brought inside his home.
It took Wayne a moment to connect the dots--he’d been speaking out of the place parents and authority figures often do, and in doing so hadn’t thought much of the fact his nephew had a real secret.
The kind small town minds didn’t like--and would kill him over.
This all wasn’t about Wayne taking in Steve, he realized abruptly. It was that Steve being here meant Eddie couldn’t be himself.
Could not relax in a place he was accepted for who he was, because Wayne knew and made sure Eddie understood he was wanted here, had a place here, regardless of who he loved.
Now, Wayne had gone and removed it.
‘Shit.’
“He won’t.” Wayne said.
Knew that wasn’t enough, and so, promised: “But if he does, I’ll make sure he understands his safety here relies on your own.”
Ed’s chin jerked in a nod, the two of them sitting in silence for a moment before the boy did as he often did when he wanted a hug but felt too awkward to ask for one, and tipped himself into Wayne’s side.
“Thanks old man.” Eddie whispered into his shoulder and not for the first time, Wayne wished things were easier for the poor kid as he put his mug in one hand and hugged his kid with the other.
Hoped that in the future, it would be.
Even if he had to force everyone and everything coming after him--and now Steve--to do it.
(Wondered vaguely, how bad it was that he was already getting as protective as Steve as he was of his own kid.
Probably very, given his kid clearly hated Harrington.)
xXx
Wayne took the first night of Steve’s stay off.
He wasn’t the type to use his PTO lightly. Was used to rationing it for any possible thing Eddie might need him for.
A night up sick when he was younger, to a night spent chasing him down during some of their bad spots--but the last year or so Wayne had slowly realized he hadn’t had to use it much.
He was still careful with it though, precious as it was, and was thankful for it now as it ensured his nephew didn’t murder their house guest.
Or at the very least, didn't sit there pecking at him.
The kid might've failed English a few times, but he had a real gift with words and an even better one with insults.
(Wayne wasn't quite clear on what all the "King" jabs were about, and absolutely did not get why Steve looked far more hurt at the comment about his "sad ass floppy hair" but given the increasingly flat look Steve was throwing Eddie's way, Wayne figured it couldn't be anything good.)
Thankfully a pointed reminder about Steve's injuries had finally gotten them all some peace, enough for Harrington to drop back to sleep--and for Wayne to realize he looked a little too dead while he did it to be comfortable getting any sleep himself.
The kids chest barely moved, and that it ate at Wayne’s until he got up and shoved a hand under his nose.
Felt his breath, and told himself the poor sod was fine.
Hurt, absolutely, but alive.
Over and over again, until the sun had made its rotation in the sky, bringing the morning with it.
‘Better than nightmares, I suppose.’ Wayne figured, as exhaustion scraped at his eyelids.
Those Wayne knew, would come later. When Steve’s brain caught up to the rest of him, and stopping dumping survival chemicals through his battered body.
He'd given up on sleep entirely sometime around 1 am, and now he sat at his small kitchen table, writing out a medication schedule for Harrington so he and the kid both knew when he could have his next Tylenol.
Wasn’t even halfway through it before Eddie made his typically late appearance and blew through his door.
Had his back up from the moment he’d stepped a foot in the kitchen and it didn’t take a genius to see he’d worked himself into a snit again.
Unfortunately for him, whatever scenario that imaginative brain of his had cooked up fell flat to the reality that was the poor kid on the couch.
Steve Harrington was one a hell of a sight.
Didn’t help that he was doing his level best to make himself as small as possible, curled deep into Wayne's ancient couch.
The blankets covered the ribs and hid away most of the damage, but there wasn’t much Steve could do to hide the shiners on his face--or the marks around his neck.
Not when they’d grown worse overnight, practically inviting questions.
It was almost laughable how quickly Eddie ate whatever words he’d prepared, mouth awkwardly chewing around them as if they were tangible.
The less-than-sneaky looks he threw at the younger teen were equally amusing, and if Wayne wasn’t trying to peace keep, he’d have given in and chuckled when Eds split attention caused him to pour half his coffee into the sink rather than a cup.
Looked utterly lost when, after finishing putting his coffee together and grabbing some junk food thing that absolutely was not a breakfast item, he came to stand awkwardly at Wayne's shoulder, openly staring as Steve blatantly ignored him.
Eds didn’t know what to do, and Wayne couldn't blame him.
Seemed to keep thinking he was going to encounter a boy that likely no longer existed, and whose blood tinged specter just made things sad.
Shit like this, Wayne knew, took a man’s ego and warped it, shaping it to something else entirely.
At least for Steve, it seemed that getting wrapped up in whatever mess he had had shaped him for the better, instead of pretzeling him into something worse. That, Wayne thought, spoke to the boy's character more than anything he’d done prior.
(It helped to know what Hopper tolerated and what he didn’t. That he’d vouched for Steve in the same way Wayne knew he’d vouched for Eddie, even if Eddie didn’t yet realize the cop he antagonized so much would do that for him.)
That didn't erase the history his kid had with Harrington, though.
Wouldn't stop him from seeing the old Steve, first.
‘Don’t you got school?” Wayne asked when he decided Ed had stared enough.
“Yeah, yeah.” Eddie waved him off, trotting out the door. “Bye old man, house parasite!”
It was clearly a jab, meant to nettle, but Steve barely acted like he heard it.
Wayne rolled his eyes.
“Goodbye, Eds.” He said firmly, much of a warning as he ever gave, and fondly watched his nephew scuttle out the door.
Turned to see how Steve was taking things, and was once again given a reminder that Steve wasn’t doing a hell of a lot other than feeling his injuries.
“I think I promised you a game, son.” Wayne said gently, startling Steve out of the distant, dim look he had trained on the wall.
It wasn’t a lot to offer in terms of a distraction, but it would have to do.
#small town rumors#this is the first part of chapter two#I will post all parts of chapter two once im done fighting through it lol#steddie#or pre steddie#where I exist as a person#best dad wayne munson#wayne pov#did I say this entire chapter was going to be eddies pov bc haha I lied#outsider pov#s3 au#hurt/comfort#enemies to lovers but like softish enemies to lovers as in Eddies not caring a whole lot that Steves hurt....yet#beat to shit steve harrington#0o0 fanfics#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#Eddies out here ready to face down snotty af rich boy king steve#keeps working himself up so much he forgets how badly off Steve is lol#dont worry his munson doctrine goes to shit later#mostly bc Eddie thinks steve stuck his nose where he shouldnt have and finally got what he deserved lmao
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cant believe that ive had now not one but two ex boyfriends who have nearly succeeded in getting me to hate where i am from (new jersey). as if theres nothing more magical than standing on the beach at the shore at sunset and eating a bagel with the proper amount of cream cheese in a car on a sunday morning and waiting entirely too long for a cup of coffee at the local place where everyone knows you and having a usual order at the deli shop owned by the guy your mom went to high school with or driving down the parkway with the windows down blasting q104.3 with your dad or getting possessed by the devil listening to springsteen and bon jovi and talking a little too fast and a little too indecipherable and literally living in the shadow of manhattan and getting pizza that is made well and not pumping your own gas and and and jersey bestie they could never make me hate you <3
#not a tag#from saph#vividly remember wanting to be in [REDACTED] so badly and now im like. false. incorrect. lies. why did anyone ever try to convince me to#live in [REDACTED] permanantly#anyway :)
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me, spiraling: I'm broken. I will never be normal. I am a failure. Nobody could ever love me. I'm monstrous worthless creature and I should have been killed for my sins long time ago.
me trying to connect this to anything factual I've done in my life to warrant this kind of opinion of myself: hm. I've overreacted sometimes to things that hurt me. And got hurt when people abandoned me. I'm sure this is the act of ultimate evil. Nobody worse than me has ever existed.
#spiraling isnt factual!!!!!!!!!!!!#spiraling doesn't take evidence!!!!#spiraling is spiraling in lies!!!!!!!#there's no actual reason to think badly of yourself if you've never actually done anything monstrous!!!!!#shit parents accuse you about are not monstrous!#theyre just lying to darvo you!!!!!!!!!!#aftermath of abuse#child abuse#psychological abuse#cptsd
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there's something so odd yet fascinating about how fanworks for mxtx's books tend to misinterpret the literal protagonists of her stories more than any other characters
#keri chats#mxtx#svsss#scum villain's self saving system#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#tgcf#tian guan ci fu#my extremely watered down hypothesis: it's the Yaoi Bottom Protagonist Effect#fans often hit shen qingqiu with the Isekai Transmigrator Identity Crisis beam or Returnee Angst beam#but he canonically doesn't think of himself as “shen yuan” or yearn for his og family even once across the years he's been in PIDW verse#he likes where he is now & is kinder n friendlier w his peak lord peers than ppl realize. it's not a ruse or acting. he's really like that!#wei wuxian... i could fit 50 essays on him alone tbh i've talked abt him in other posts & mostly blame c/q/l for the characterization hell#xie lian objectively got hit hardest by the yaoi sub fanon beam LMAO he's inexperienced w romance and sex but not... not like that#xie lian is a lying liar who lies. he tricks and mocks people. pretends not to know things. a smart weapon-loving martial god#xie lian doesn't easily share his thoughts even with the reader bc of how badly he's been hurt. but he sees all the signs of love#and he knows what he desires. he just takes a very very long time to feel comfortable acting on it
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loves lies bleeding in a great film for those of us who love when characters are their father's daughters whether they want to be or not
#lou wants so badly to be free of her father but she's SO much like him…love it#any time lou did something and then lou sr did the same thing i was like oh i love familial cycles you can't escape#pie says stuff#love lies bleeding
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low quality link click doodle dump
#id in alt text#my art#link click#link click spoilers#时光代理人#lu guang#cheng xiaoshi#qiao ling#li tianchen#liu xiao#photo squad#squinky collection#every time i try to draw them normally i have another funny thought and i fill the whole canvas with these sorts of things#so heres all of them that ive done so far :]#lu guang in particular is very very fun to squinkify. his -_- meower swag#“concrete-flavored time” is referencing a discussion duckthedoof and i are having about whether time travel in link click is dominated by#the butterfly effect or by stable time loops. and dr who waters of mars is just because well dr who tries to rewrite time to save someone#and it goes badly. thematically relevant
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its so weird seeing posts that mock uncle jim for worrying about li ming's queerness as though his dead boyfriend's parents (legally) stealing his entire life savings and leaving him to manage a restaurant business specifically because gay couples aren't legally recognized as couples wasn't what put him in a cycle of crushing debt and endless poverty in the first place
#yeah hi CONTEXT MATTERS#can western fandom pls stop ignoring this shows biting social commentary on queer people not being legally recognized#also heart is the darling of all time BUT his careless lie literally forced li ming to work off a debt that was never his#and wouldve seriously impacted jim's business and financial state had wen not offered to work free#which was a boon but having to live on someone elses generosity like that is still a stress#because people (understandably!!!!) can and do get tired of giving away a lot of time and energy for nothing#wen is uncommonly generous and luckily its not too long before other circumstances help lift jim to safer footing#but none of that was SECURE getting to that point#jim is right to worry! it comes out badly and li ming's queerness is not the actual issue but jims reasoning is EXTREMELY UNDERSTANDABLE#sighs#moonlight chicken
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i have to say i think the askefinn fandom is really missing out by barely exploring the potential dynamic between the adult canon thorfinn and askeladd. because adult gentle thorfinn is literally askeladd's type. i love gremlin!thorfinn and the askefinn dynamic we get in canon, but i think it would be so interesting to see more aus where askeladd survives and then finds thorfinn again, and the feral boy he knew has grown into this gentle, caring man... i think askeladd would lose it, he would fall in love immediately like he did with thors
#i just like the idea of askeladd doing the pining for once#thorfinn is always the one going insane over askeladd... well NOT THIS TIME BALDY#(lies. thorfinn is pining as badly as askeladd. einar is DONE with their bullshit)#someone should write a fic about this it's all i'm saying#maybe i'll do it but like#do i have to#does no one else see the vision?#askefinn#vinland saga#askeladd#thorfinn
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Hi, just wanted to say that you post sometimes about how important it is just to go to things sometimes and socialise. One of your posts inspired me to join the meetup website and since then I've been to 3 groups and had a really nice time and talked to some potential new friends! I moved to a new city a few years back and never really made friends and now I feel really pleased to be getting out there so thank you!
I don't know why this particular lesson took me so long to learn (or why I have to keep learning it, over and over again) but the simple act of forcing yourself out of your space to do things really does make an appreciable difference. Life gets richer and deeper the more you engage with it, and you will never, ever know if you stay inside the four walls of your apartment and wait for it to come to you.
#''the yellow wallpaper'' was both a horror story and a warning#no one should spend three months in isolation. you will lash out at the interior decorating.#(......actually there are multiple examples where 'trapped in the house' does actually end very badly for the protagonist.#is the whole haunted house genre secretly a reminder that you have to engage with the world?#that no house can be all things unto itself; that way lies madness?#huh. interesting thought.)#sarah gives advice
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i hope a large majority of qBBH enjoyers just move to tumblr and abandon Twitter at this point. It’s a toxic wasteland over there, I don’t know if any of it is salvageable anymore. No need to beef, just leave forever and never look back.
#If they want to kick us out so badly then so be it#At least I hope it’s better here#Missinfo and lies and everything#Doesn’t feel worth the mental hurt of it all 😆#Q Badboyhalo#fandom crit#Twitter neg
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morning toddheads
#look he did have fun#he liked it#*walter white voice* he liked it. he was good at it#you know what i do think he loved her a little bit too#final scene is so sad#everything faaaaalllllsss apaaaart#i guess when i say i don't think sweenett is love#i do think they love each other in their ways#but the lie about lucy is so enormous#so central#to have lucy still alive and badly needing help#and have nellie continuously hide that from a man who is GRIEVING HIS WIFE#and trying to avenge her#it bothers me a lot#so i think the betrayal at her lying to him is multifold#it's not just you LIED to me#it's YOU lied to me#i thought you were on my side#all our confidences and tender moments had this lie beneath it#who are you#even#idk. i'm writing my fanfic and im in my feelings#their relatinoship is so complicated#what is love anyway#WHAT IS IS LOVE#baby don't throw me in the oven#in the oven#anymore#text post meme#sweenett
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Li Le sir........ hand in marriage....
#li le#meet you at the blossom#myatbsource#mine#how. and why. what is his reason to be this handsome#need him badly
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I've been thinking so much about that AU where Janus is the first dark side to appear and I'm gonna make so so many doodles of it
#sanders sides#sasi au#sanders sides au#tryna come up with a name for it#idk what yet#the thing that I'm most interested in is what the dark side would be like after he leaves#because I feel like leaving no-aa virgil. remus and wrath (my idea for orange) alone would go. pretty badly#they're the most unstable sides and without Janus' level-headedness to balance them out i think it could go to shit quick#especially with#paranoia!virgil#(because that's what he is in this au)#janus sanders#remus sanders#orange side#wrath sanders#virgil sanders#white lies au#edit: that's my name for it now lol
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So I love House because it's one of the only shows I've ever seen that acknowledges how hard life can be while also having fun with it all the way down. He makes Wilson a fun video in the c word, like seriously.
And the inherent complex morality of how screwed up the characters are. Like how they deliberately hurt others, or accidentally do, and how all of those motives are not always but often the same motives that drive them to do their kindest acts. How hard it is to show up and how fear and pain make us act out. How showing up and connecting is the key
Something something bad and good are not opposites something something reasons to live & fun in the darkness something something fear of death, fear of being alone & fear of being in pain vs. the euphoria of knowing & loving & experiencing
it's just so human
#it was gorgeous#even or especially the tragedies#especially for the media landscape that it lived in#unfortunately (or fortunately) for you all#I focus on the life piece more than the show#I'm describing this badly but#while i feel the tragedy was valuable and valid#my response is always going to be#yes we all die in the end#but a piece of music isn't played just so it ends#we live so we can LIVE#even if it's just in the moments in between etc etc#pushing past the fear into what lies beyond it#uhhh i'm just rambling now sorry#house md#hatecrimes md#hate crimes md#dr house#gregory house#greg house
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