#dad Greg

[childoftheriver]

Some great bootleg pics!!

[allthistimeeee]

so it's fucking canon that cuddy actually ships house and wilson. enough for her to dream about them raising her daughter together after she's dead....that too in a cringey 90s sitcom style

im fucking speechless

[luidilovins]

(mind you I did NOT ask you which one is the hottest and they've all canonically had sex at least once)

PLEASE REBLOG FOR BIGGER SAMPLE SIZE.

[pcs-wet-sock]

This is a continuation comic of this drawing I made!

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[pixlokita]

✨🥓 nothing will snap you out of agony nightmares faster than bacon

[sojatoals]

i know the show makes implicit jokes about wilson's interest in men, aka the village people reference, knowing what a culotte is, loving musicals, etc.

so i went digging for anything that could imply house's interest in men - well. besides all the innuendo and jokes he makes about himself and wilson.

there's the scene in 6x20 "the choice":

and this in 6x11 "the down low":

i really like this scene in particular because while thirteen is dissecting his taste in men house is just lightly rocking back and forth and smirking sheepishly the whole time. there's no witty comeback either, just sort of acceptance.

that man is NOT straight!!11! /lh

[laurrelise]

acted his ASS off

my god i get chills just thinking about these two episodes. holy shit omar epps you are forever and ever so talented

[remy--hadley]

I love how much chase sees house as a father figure. When he thought house had cancer he was the only person who broke into tears and hugged him. He ALWAYS seeks validation from house. When cameron said she was going on a date with house, his first response was "he's so old". He is only 45 in s1 btw so not that old. He was weirded out because in chase's head, cameron is going on a date with his proxy dad when she has previously rejected his advances. He betrays house to vogler because he wanted to keep working with him. He doesnt leave house until house tells him that chase learned everything he could from him and fires him like a mama bird pushing baby out of the nest. And he comes back because he misses working with house. We all thought it was going to be foreman but no one deserves to be house's successor more than robert chase himself.

[quackysmackk]

Part 62!

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[kim-tey]

[multi-fandom-imagine]

I feel like House would want to be at every pre-natal appointment. He wants to make sure you and the baby are all taken care of. Now, when you have a sonogram and the doctor finds not one baby heartbeat but two? Please give him a moment to be slack jawed.

A/n: Ahhhh I loove all this dad!House asks

It was one of those rare mornings where the sun was shining brightly through the windows of their apartment, casting a soft glow on the furniture as House adjusted his coat, trying not to look too impatient. He wasn’t exactly the picture of excitement about these pre-natal appointments, but he was there—every single one. He’d started attending every visit, without fail, whether it was for a simple check-up or for the dreaded blood tests. And it wasn’t just for you—he didn’t want to miss a single moment of what was happening with the baby.

You had been all smiles on their way to the clinic, and even though House could see the subtle exhaustion in your eyes—morning sickness, hormones, and everything else weighing heavily on you—you seemed genuinely excited. Maybe it was the change of scenery or the distraction from everything else, but your enthusiasm was infectious.

They entered the ultrasound room, and as usual, the technician guided you to the examination table and draped a cloth over your stomach. House stood beside you, his arms crossed, trying to act nonchalant, but internally, he was a tangle of nerves. He hadn’t really talked about it, but he’d been worried. About the pregnancy, about the baby, about everything—and he hated that he couldn’t fix everything for you. He hated feeling like he was standing on the sidelines. He didn't want to screw this up, doubts swirling in his mind.

You squeezed his hand as the technician applied the cold gel to your stomach a shiver rushing up your spine, and he was immediately reminded of how much he cared for you. That protective instinct had only grown as the weeks had passed. He kept his gaze firmly on you, trying to keep his mind focused as the technician set up the machine.

“Alright, here we go,” the technician said cheerfully, positioning the wand on your stomach and beginning to move it around.

The screen in front of you both flickered to life, the usual black and white images appearing in a chaotic swirl of shapes and shadows. House couldn’t decipher it all, but he didn’t have to. He knew enough to understand the images of the baby’s developing form.

The technician said nothing at first, just moved the wand a little more, adjusting the angle, and House leaned forward slightly, watching the screen intently. He was still adjusting to this whole “fatherhood” thing, but seeing his baby on the screen was real—the little flicker of a heartbeat, the tiny, fluid movements, all starting to make it seem less like an abstract concept and more like his child.

Finally, the technician paused, her hand hovering over the controls as she studied the screen turning to you both with a smile.

“Well, looks like we’ve got a surprise here.”

House’s brow furrowed, and he glanced between the technician and the screen. He didn’t like the sound of that. Was something wrong? His stomach tightened, and the sudden concern was palpable.The thought of anything being wrong with you made him ill.

The technician glanced at him, then back to the screen, her voice upbeat. “Let me adjust this a bit.”

You looked at him, your brow raised, as the technician moved the wand again a shiver rushed down your spine still not used to the cold jell, this time with a little more deliberation. House swallowed hard, trying to focus. He was pretty sure his heart was beating a little faster now.

And then, it happened.

The sound—a soft, rapid thump-thump, thump-thump—came through the speakers, a steady beat, unmistakable. But then there was another beat, just as loud, just as strong, following the first one.

Two heartbeats.

House’s jaw went slack. His body froze, his mind scrambling for what that could mean. His eyes darted from the screen to the technician and then to you. His heart skipped a beat, the sudden wave of shock and realization hitting him harder than anything else.

Two heartbeats.

The technician looked at him, your expression warm. “Looks like you’re going to be a father twice over. Congratulations—twins.”

Hearing the news, your expression held a mix of disbelief and joy.

He couldn’t say anything. He was just… there. Two heartbeats. His brain was trying to catch up, but it wasn’t happening fast enough.

He stared at the screen, blinking a few times, before turning back to you. You were looking at him, your eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and he could see the hint of a smile tugging at your lips. House wondered if your heart was racing as much as his.

His mouth was dry. He opened it, but no words came out. He tried again, but all he could manage was a weak, breathless “Twins?”

You nodded slowly, your eyes never leaving him. “Looks like it.” A small smile slowly formed on your lips

House looked at the screen again, then back at you, his mind still reeling. Twins.

His heart was racing now, though not from panic. For the first time, it was just a rush of pure emotion—this overwhelming realization of how much he cared, how much he wanted this, wanted them, no matter how crazy it all was.

And then, without thinking, he turned to you and blurted out, “I can’t even put together a crib for one. How the hell am I supposed to do two?” God he already knew how that mess would go.

You laughed, your hand finding his again giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Guess we’ll figure it out together.”

The tension in his chest eased, but his hands were still trembling, his mind spinning with the news. Twins. Two little lives, growing inside of you. A future a future with you, with his children, a future that was going to change in ways he couldn’t yet understand.

He was going to be a father. And now, more than ever, he realized that he didn’t just want this. He needed this.

He could feel the tears forming in his eyes the man swearing it was just dust but holding the sonogram picture in his hands made it all to real

And he couldn’t wait to meet them.

[alienfailboy]

what the fuck are these gay doctors doing on my screen

WHY ARE THEY DOOMED I CANT

[ro-bee]

spent some weeks on this and is finally done ... god

close ups below

i love dads ...

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Kathy Ireland - Mom and Dad Save the World (1992)

[doctorsiren]

Part 8

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[cupidsncheerios]

just read a jayvik fic where viktor is worried about the prospect of having kids bc of his condition and like. that is SO wrong tbh

viktor's lung condition is a consequence of the grey, which wouldn't be an issue raising a kid in piltover and would barely be an issue raising a kid in modern zaun, and the cause of his mysterious leg and spine condition isn't clear, but the most common theories for real world conditions that i've seen (multiple myeloma or rickets) are either never or rarely hereditary

viktor would be worried about having kids bc he'd fear that JAYCE would SHOOT the child with his HAMMER the second its born