#everybody died

[maaneskin]

THROUGH MY SKIN AND BONES. f!reader, 0,7k

note, this is small and slightly stupid but it has been on my mind for months and i finally got it out of my system *smiles* this feels like a prologue ,

rhaenyra remembered the night her little girl was taken from her. the little princess, only a few moons old, being taken from her crib never to be seen again. she remembers sitting with her father, talking about the very princess and her twin brother. they reminisced about aemma, about how happy she would’ve been to meet her grandchildren, when the door swung open in an unmannerly way, unacceptable for anyone working in the castle. both the king and his daughter stood up from their chairs, both shocked at the abruptness. “what is the meaning of this?!” the king had demanded. the knight was out of breath, “the princess is gone.” he spoke.

rhaenyra took a step forward towards the knight, that could only hope he wouldn’t be fed to a dragon. “what?” her voice was firm. “the wet nurse went to see them and found the prince wailing and the princess gone. the balcony door was wide open.” rhaenyra felt her heart drop to her stomach and stormed past the knight towards the room her young twins shared. she ran, not caring for how unladylike it was, barely hearing the king following behind her with the way her blood was pumping in her ears. she stopped only when she reached the room, the cries of one of her children filling her ears. the little prince, jaecarys, was crying his little heart out, like he knew something was wrong. a maid was holding him to her chest, trying her best to calm him down though it didn’t seem to be working.

rhaenyras lilac eyes fluttered around the room. it was mostly as she left it when she had said goodnight to her two small angels, apart from the empty crib, a few things were knocked over and glass from the broken balcony door was on the floor. she took a few shaky steps into the room, walking past a couple of knights, she got to where her daughter slept. her heart clenched at the empty crib. a sob left her as her fingers brushed over the small stuffed animal her daughter loved. her father placed a hand on her back and she broke down, tears rolling down her face. “i want the entire kingdom searched!” the king yelled to the knights, “do not leave a stone unturned! find the princess!” the knights curtsied and left in a hurry.

rhaenyra hazily looked around the room, not even hearing the footsteps from the queen consort, alicent. “what has happened?” she asked one of the knights that remained in the room, who quietly began explaining. rhaenyra’s eyes landed on her screaming son. she stood up and walked to him with slow steps, taking him from the maid and dismissing her. the boy didn’t calm down at the touch of his mother; perhaps he truly did know something was wrong. rhaenyra sat down, holding him close to her chest, tears running down her face like they did her sons. the king sat down beside his daughter, running his hands up and down her back and she cried. alicent sat down in front of them, holding back her own tears. though her and rhaenyra weren’t close anymore, she felt nothing but remorse. the little princess was joy — always happy, smiling and interacting with anyone and everyone. alicent couldn’t even imagine how she would feel had one of her children been ripped from her like that.

rhaenyras husband, laenor, entered the room with a panicked look on his face. his eyes were wide and full of denial. “is it true?” he asked. ser harwin strong, said to the strongest knight in the seven kingdoms, walking in right behind him, “has she been taken?” though he didn’t need a verbal answer, the tears running down his wife's face and the cries from his ‘son’. the king nodded once, “it is unfortunately true, laenor. the princess has been kidnapped.” laenor’s eyes widened as did harwin strong’s, who stormed out of the room. laenor sunk into the chair beside the queen, eyes trained on the wailing boy. rhaenyra patted him on the back, staring at the broken glass door her daughter had been taken through. she pressed a kiss to jaecarys head, “we’re going to get her back, sweet boy.” she whispered, breathing in his scent, “we will get her back.”

[melblancscream]

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[wolfiwonderer]

Adrien empathized with people in submarines. Like as a nightmare of his. So he learned how to reach out for help. But because he's an overachiever, he didn't stop at SOS. He had to keep going, imagining himself reaching out from his own expensive prison in secret.

favorite underrated fact about Adrien that the fandom sleeps on is that he knows Morse code. like he just knows Morse code to a practically professional level. can we talk about this. there is no way that Gabriel forced his son to take Morse code lessons. That is absolutely 100% a “Adrien was lonely and bored alone in his room at age 12 so he went on the internet and decided to intensively teach himself a telecommunication method out of boredom” situation. I feel like this fact has impacted my impression on his character far more than I’ve ever admitted

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

NOBODYS MENTIONED THIS AHH

SO, THE PILOT OF HOUSE IS CALLED PILOT RIGHT?

FUCKING WRONGGGGGGGG

ITS CALLEDD EVERYBODY LIES.

AND WHATS THE FINALE CALLED???

EVERYBODY DIES.

im going mental WHAT is this show?????

OH AND, PEOPLE LIE A LOT IN THE FIRST EPISODE, INCLUDING WILSON WHERE HE SAYS THE PATIENT IS HIS COUSIN WHEN SHE ISNT.

THEN HOUSE LIES IN THE FINALE ABOUT DYING

ACTUALLY WHAT

[lab-gr0wn-lambs]

hot garbage 👇

[chucktaylorupset]

I think there's something to be said for fanfiction that loves canon in a way that’s rude. Like thank you for this wonderful thematic tragedy made out of this character’s entire arc ending in death, it was emotionally and intellectually moving, but also fuck you fuck you fuck you they live, this time and every time they live, they never died, their flaws are not their undoing, actually they have no flaws, actually they save everyone, actually who cares about a story, any story, where this one dies, actually i cared about that story so much i made a new one, actually i cared so much i unmade the old one, you gave me morals and i left them for the mortal, but they’re mine now and i will never let them die, actually thank you, actually fuck you, strongly worded letter to follow

A kiss for canon and spit in its face all at once, it’s great

[v1codn]

no you DONT know queer pain unless you've seen the end scene in the series finale of hit 2004 show house md everybody lies when you realize house and wilson are simply now a shell of what they once were ending as they had began, freeing each other from cells they didn't want to be in with bail money they didn't have but at least they were together when it all went to shit

[imfinereallyy]

“The demon is back.” Eddie pokes into Steve’s side to wake him up.

“Babe, please go back to sleep.” Steve shoves his face into the pillow, making his voice muffled.

“Steeeeve.” Eddie whines, “It’s really there I swear this time. And I locked the door so I know it’s the demon again. Nothing else can get inside.”

“Eddie.” Steve squishes his face even deeper into the mattress. “You do this at least once a week. I love you; I do. But I never look because there is no demon. And every morning, you wake up fine. So please, go back to sleep.”

“What if I promise never to mention it again if it’s not really there? Will you look then?” This time Eddie’s voice wavers, his actual terror showing.

Steve sighs and shifts his head to look at Eddie, “This is really freaking you out, huh?” He says it kindly. Steve can tell this is serious to Eddie. So even if he doesn’t believe it, Eddie does. And what’s important to Eddie is important to Steve.

Eddie nods back furiously.

“Okay, I’ll look.” Steve shifts his head towards the other side, where the chair by the window sits. There, sitting in that corner is a dark shadowy figure. “Oh.”

“See! I told you! Demon! Oh god, it’s gonna get us.” Eddie throws his hands up. Even though he’s terrified, he’s accepted defeat.

“No.” Steve says calmly. “It’s just El.”

Eddie pauses his rant, “What?”

“It’s just El. In the corner. She does that sometimes, watches people she cares about until she falls asleep. To make sure they’re safe.” Steve looks at Eddie.

“The door was locked! How are you so calm about one of the kids just watching us at night?”

“Honey, she has mind powers. I don’t think a flimsy lock from Home Depot is going to stop her.” Steve deadpans before shrugging, “And it’s El. She could ask me to kill a man, and I probably wouldn’t even ask questions.”

“What if she asked you to kill me?”

“I’d be conflicted.”

“I want to be mad, but honestly I think I’d hand you the knife.” Eddie sighs, looking down at Steve.

Steve scoffs, “Don’t be ridiculous. I wouldn’t stab you. I’d obviously sneak some kind of poison into your honeycombs. Way less messy.”

Eddie goes back to nearly shouting, “Why have you thought about this?!”

“Honestly, I have a lot of intrusive thoughts. I just don’t speak them out loud.”

Despite the fact they are actively talking about his murder, Eddie can’t help but get all gooey with Steve in their bed. “Is this why you don’t get mad when I think aloud? Another reason why you just get me. Adding that tally to the ‘why we are great together’ column.”

“Yes, we’re pretty amazing. Can we go back to sleep now?” Steve smiles.

“Yes—wait, no.” Eddie corrects himself, getting himself back on track. He loves this man, but he is a sneaky little minx. “Why did El never say anything? I mean, this is not the first time I accused her of being a demon. Hell, we’ve been talking for literally five minutes, and she still hasn’t said anything. Also, what if she walked in on us doing, ya know, adult stuff?” Eddie blushes at the end. He’s acting like he hasn’t been whispering way worse things in Steve’s ear every night.

“First off, she won’t walk in on that. Apparently Max taught her about happy screams a long time ago.”

“Gross.”

“Yeaaa. Second, I’m pretty sure she’s asleep right now.”

Huh, now that Eddie thinks about it, he does hear soft little snores. Which is weird since neither he nor Steve snores, and they are both, ya know, awake.

“And I don’t think El speaking in a dark corner would have helped your fears. Like imagine just hear her soft “Hello” at 2 a.m.” Steve raises an eyebrow.

“I—okay I got nothing.”

“Fantastic can we go back to sleep now?”

Eddie gives one last shout, “You’re not going to stop her?”

“Are you going to tell her no? And make her worry?”

Eddie slinks down into the covers, “...no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Eddie curves his body into Steve’s, seeking him out. Steve wraps his arms around Eddie, securing him to his chest. “Thank you for indulging me.”

Steve hums. “Anything for you baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Eddie kisses Steve lightly.

“I love you both as well.” El’s voice suddenly speaks into the silent room.

“Jesus Christ!” Eddie screams.

Steve can’t help the giggles that come out of him. He tries to smother them into Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie can’t find it in himself to be mad.

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some people seemed interested in more el + Steve sibling energy. And they are a sibling-like duo I love. So here’s a little something but more steddie involved. I think all three of their relationship would be very sweet. Both Eddie and Steve would protect el. I hope you enjoyed :)

[spooksier]

head in hands, on my freaking knees. the running theme of dopplegangers and other selves in protocol both textually and metatextually is going to send me to an early grave. like. beyond it just being cool as hell, its such an interesting way to take a sequel/side-quel/whatever of a story where even the most minor character has a whole fanbase behind them because yes! we’re all waiting to hear from our faves after so long and here they are! but not really. the voice is the same but the person is not, at what point do you stop being you and start being someone else? is that you?

and ! ☝️ id argue that sam and alice as characters play into this theme because they are both completely different from jon and martin but also exactly the same (sam being very friendly and personable in a way that hides his obsessiveness, alice being loud and sarcastic to hide her loneliness/jealous streak) (also erm. theyre actually canonically south asian and trans this time. win.) (we also get this with gwen (literally a bouchard) and celia (literally from tma)) the whole team is meant to ring the archives alarm without any fire. similar but not the same yknow?

idk man playing with expectations and familiarity like this is so cool to me. like yes ill trust the voice in my computer telling me to dig myself deeper! it sounds like my friend jon!

[noahschnappinfs]

David Harbour talking about the cast crying during the last table read + an imitation of Noah’s crying

[rocketbirdie]

better than being someone to somebody, that's for sure.

[sttinkky]

Everybody, Everybody, Everybody dįes!

[atomicradiogirl]

i find it a very interesting choice that house md ends on enjoy yourself rather than you can’t always get what you want or maybe even the actual lyrical version of teardrop by massive attack.

enjoy yourself is the most optimistic of the songs and i’ve seen people complain that it kind of comes from nowhere and the actual meaning of the song especially considering that post-canon, wilson will die and house is dead figuratively (and will probably die literally with wilson), the song is not only a call to the viewer to live their lives to the fullest but asks house and wilson to enjoy the time they have left as they drive away from us, their stories are fundamentally over.

enjoy yourself is only referenced one other time in the show when hallucination amber sings it to house at a restaurant just before the hallucination finale of season 5. this presentation of enjoy yourself by “ghost” amber, someone who haunts house from his guilt over her death and near destruction of his relationship with wilson as a result is also a callback to her death in the first place. house is so scared by hallucination amber singing this song to him he begs wilson over the phone to pick him up, the exact request that killed amber. the optimistic song about living out your life to the fullest sung by the manifestation of his guilt, someone who died too soon also coupled with kutner dying 3 episodes prior to this, just makes the final use of this song so fascinating. the house writers obviously called back to this moment because it was house’s fear of death and change that made the initial scene scary. meanwhile house accepts wilson’s death and his death in the finale after healing and growing. this is why i think enjoy yourself is the perfect finale song. the house writers are telling us that they accept that their time is up and we should too, even though death is horrible and tragic and scary at the same time, everybody dies.

[warlenys]

the fucking house md universe only exists because of the medicine. that world was built around house being a doctor. and yet house chose wilson over that. they wrote house to choose wilson over that. they said fuck the medical drama bitch this is about homosexuality

[hewasmadeofthegalaxy2]

As a disabled person, I am so, so fucking tired of being used as an argument FOR AI.

You think I can't ask for help from a human person if there's something I can't accomplish? You think I am so isolated due to my disability that even if something is beyond my capabilities, all I can do is sit in my room and fucking sulk unless I have AI?

What the actual fuck do you think about our quality of life and our ability to create that you think that disabled people can't draw, paint, or write? You honestly fucking believe that I have no thoughts of my own, no ability to bring them to life, unless a fucking computer does them for me?!

"we're including AI entries for NaNoWriMo or whatever the fuck because we respect disabled peoples" you are spitting in the face of disabled writers, you are saying point blank that we are absolutely incapable of producing any art ourselves and that we have an inherent inability to produce anything worth reading unless we get a useless algorithm to tell us what it's like to be human.

If I cannot hold a pen, a scribe can.

If I cannot hold a brush to paint, I'll follow my disabled artist predecessors and get as creative with my method as I do with each image I create.

Our methods are part of the art, part of the creation, and get woven into every fiber of our tapestries, get set into every letter of our stories.

This is just another ableist take disguised as care and concern and I am so, so sick of people using us as an excuse when they don't want to fucking write an email or some shit.

[anyataylorjoys]

annabeth: you died in the river luke: percy died in the river man I hate it when that happens I knew this would be endgame I just didn't know the enemies to friends to lovers pipeline would escalate this quickly

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS S1E6: We Take a Zebra to Vegas