#foreman friday

[dr-cameron]

FOREMAN FRIDAY FOREMAN FRIDAY

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[hypertechnica]

i just finished watching season 3 of house. eric foreman is the best and most underrated character and i will not be taking questions on this.

like yeah, im a huge Big Three (house, wilson, cuddy) fan too, and the shipping aspect is obviously going to be the biggest thing people talk about (it’s tumblr) but if we can look beyond shipping for like one millisecond foreman is such an interesting character and i don’t see anyone talk about him!!!!! he’s an analytical ‘straight man,’ he’s friendly and desires human connection yet pushes people away the moment they start to get close. he doesn’t outwardly care about what people think yet still craves to be the best because if he’s not the smartest person in the room he’s worthless.

he’s morally grey. he’s pinned between his strong sense of justice and his desire for cold scientific problem solving. he’s primarily ethical yet not afraid to prioritize himself over others, even if callously. he has principles. he’s horrified at the side of his personality house brings out in him. he has a complicated relationship with religion and his family. he has imposter syndrome due to racism and classism in the medical community. he has internalized so many biases and when they show, it’s not pretty. he spends 3 seasons simultaneously loathing house and envying him. cameron wants to fix him, chase wants to be him, wilson (and cuddy) want to fuck him, but foreman? he wants to study this man like a lab rat. and possibly strangle him. he’s the ideological bridge between cameron’s ethics and chase’s fuck-all attitude. he tries so hard to be a healthy functioning adult and in many respects he succeeds but he will always be haunted by his chronic loneliness and inferiority complex (one which he hides well with his ego.) he’s just like house and he hates it. he’s a vindictive jerk, but he’s a really good person at heart. he tries very hard to be, anyways. and he’s the only one of his colleagues who actually took the initiative to stop enabling house and just quit. the others will bitch and moan about it but he was the one who actually prioritized his mental health over remaining psychologically obsessed with him. (will that last? no idea, i know he comes back later but shh. spoilers. him folding and coming back would be great though lol)

his character arc so far has been amazing and i hope seasons 4-8 do him justice 💥💥💥

[geeseareliterallytheworst]

You've heard of Wilson Wednesday... Taub Tuesday... Foreman Friday..

Now, get ready for

(I'm sure this has been done before but I was taken by the overwhelming urge to do this myself)

[1mlostnow]

Okay guys. We need to fill in the blanks.

Chase Tuesday -> Don’t forget to confess your love!

Wilson Wednesday -> Sparkle On (ft Wilson’s wretched white dance(50 bucks)) it’s Wednesday. Don’t forget to be yourself!

House Thursday-> Sparkle Off, forget who you are

Foreman Friday -> idk the theme but ig he’s vexed

What else????

I made foreman’s, I can’t remember who made chases 😭 if it’s you lmk pls

[an-unrecognizable-face]

we all know about Chase Chewsday but can we also have Masters Monday, Wilson Wednesday, Thirteen Thursday, and Foreman Friday??

[leyezzeyee]

so we have taub tuesday, wilson wednesday and foreman friday. can we get a thirteen thursday?

idk what to do for monday, saturday or sunday 😭

[221-apt-b]

God bless I love Foreman Friday

HAPPY FOREMAN FRIDAY!!! DONT FORGET TO BREAK INTO A HOUSE!!!!

[brightbrutality]

[hegory-grousing]

ok. we have lesbian cameron monday. and I'm in the trenches tuesday. and wilson's wretched white dance/wilson pussy indulgence/wilson sparkle on wednesday (wilson wednesday for brevity). and thirteen thirstday. we NEED a post to pass around on foreman friday. I NEED it

[artificial-transmutations]

Friday Friendship

Hey there! This one is kind of a spiritual successor to Calling the Plumber - and as such, it is one of the rare gay to straight stories of mine. While I do try to keep it friendly and without any homophobia or hate, feel free not read the story if you don't like g2s!

It was hard to overlook Montgomery and Archibald. Of course, that was always the case. But here, on the dirty construction site of their new home, the expensive silk suits of the couple stood out even more than elsewhere. Yes, the two of them were together - and they made sure everybody knew it. Not only were the two gentlemen standing in a tight hug whenever possible, but their flamboyant and colorful clothing left little doubt about their sexuality.

They were those kind of gays that conservatives were afraid of. Both were old enough to have been alive during the stonewall riots, although only Montgomery was actually there as a teenager. Still, the aged couple embodied everything the gay community prided itself on having achieved during the last decades.

Their house, too, would be a statement. The mansion was the largest construction in the area, and the most expensive one. It was going to be built on a large hill, overlooking the town, and its style was... extravagant. The house was to be built in a modern architectural style, but the two men had insisted that the walls would be entirely covered in rainbow colors, although that was still in the future by now. Surrounding the mansion would be a magnificent garden, a park even.

"My dear, are you satisfied with the construction?" Archibald asked his husband in his lime green suit. Montgomery had dyed his hair in an orange-pink tone today and wore a purple tie to his green suit. It was hardly the first building site he visited, since he had made a fortune in real estate.

Archibald, on the other hand, was a bit more conservatively dressed. His suit was a more subdued shade of beige, although his tie was of a bright sky blue color. He usually didn't dye his hair, and today was no exception: He wore the gray with pride, although he spent a fortune on hair and skin care products. He, too, had a respectable job as a top manager in a logistics company.

"Well, darling, I'm not sure yet." Montgomery replied. "I want it to look great, and the work has been good so far. But frankly, it feels that the workers motivation is somewhat underwhelming."

"I think I know what you mean, my dear." Archibald commented as they walked through the empty shell. "It is barely three in the afternoon on a Friday, and there isn't anyone around anymore. The workers must be out partying already. I can't fault them for that, but it is rather annoying, isn't it?"

"Indeed. It would have been nice if they were a little less lazy, though. The garden is behind schedule, and I believe the electrics are going to be delayed by another month."

"That is quite unfortunate."

Montgomery nodded and they walked a bit in silence. It was true. There was still a lot to do, and it looked like the workers left early for the weekend.

Finally, Archibald sighed.

"I guess I could take a look at the progress the electricians are making. I do know a bit or two about this. Maybe then we can talk to the foreman about their work. It's a pity that we cannot supervise every little thing here, but our jobs demand a lot of our time. If only we had a bit more hands-on control."

"My, what a fabulous idea! I will take a stroll through the garden then, to get a better picture there."

The husbands kissed each other on the lips as they split up and Archibald opened the fuse box. He had indeed done a bit of electrical maintenance in his prime, so he knew that what he saw in the box was nothing less than a mess. He sighed and was about to close the box again, but hesitated. No, he couldn't leave the mess like that. He would just tidy things up a bit, to show those inexperienced workers how it was done.

Carefully, he began to work on the wires, but before long, he felt uncomfortable. The fuse box was located in the bright afternoon sun, and it was just positively hot here. Still, not wanting to leave his work, he slipped out of his jacket and hung it over a nearby wall. He didn't notice that the piece of clothing disappeared once he turned away, nor did he notice that his hands became nimbler as he rearranged the wires.

Montgomery on the other hand found the garden construction even less advanced than he had hoped. Even worse, someone had left a few plants out in the heat. They would surely be dead by the time the construction continued on Monday. Montgomery couldn't let that happen. This garden would be beautiful, and no plant would die under his watch.

He carefully carried the plants to the place they were supposed to be. Of course, he knew - he had planned the park all by himself, so he knew where everything was supposed to go. As he arrived at the shady place, he understood why the plants hadn't been placed yet. The ground was wet and muddy, and there weren't any holes yet. He would need to talk to the foreman about that, but the man was surely already in the weekend as well. There was, however, a shovel nearby. Now, aside from ceremonial groundbreaking, Montgomery had never held a shovel. It wasn't that he didn't understand the concept, but he was just not the type for physical labor.

Well. He looked over his shoulder to his husband, who was apparently still busy looking at the fuse box. It seems like he had some time on his hands, so he might as well. Grimacing, he grabbed the shovel and carefully stepped on the soil, trying not to ruin his expensive shoes or pants. That worked well, for about two steps. But as soon as he tried to break the ground with the shovel, a big clump of wet soil splattered on his lime green silk pants.

Montgomery frowned. Well, that suit was ruined anyway. No reason to stop there. Determined, he pulled the shirt out of his pants and opened his vest. He wasn't going to ruin his custom tailored suit for no reason.

Meanwhile, Archie was getting into his work even more. From time to time, he had to wipe his brow, though, as he was sweating like an animal. His dress shirt was stained with multiple sweat stains already and didn't really *look* like a dress shirt anymore, but more casual. The same could be said for the rest of Archie as well. A certain youth had returned to his face, as he was concentrated on his work. This way, he didn't notice when his hairstyle dissolved into an unkempt mess or when a bit of stubble grew in on his chin. His shirt clung to his body now, drenched in sweat. It had long ceased to be a dress shirt though but had become a plain - although rather filthy - beige t-shirt. His tie was nowhere to be seen.

Due to the wetness, the shirt didn't leave much to imagination regarding his body. Not just his face had rejuvenated, no, his entire body had. He was leaner and his muscles firmer now. Out of the V-neck of his sweaty shirt poked a few golden hairs, and before long, his main hair had turned into a Nordic blonde, as well.

Meanwhile, Monty was digging like crazy. He had to get those plants in the ground, or the foreman would... Wait, what was he thinking?

He stopped for a moment, to scratch his head. Thinking was not his strong point, and Monty knew that. But he had other qualities, that made up for that. When he grabbed the shovel again, to keep digging, he heard a ripping sound that made him stop again. The shoulder of his shirt had ripped. His boss was going to kill him! Although, it appeared somewhat strange to him that he was wearing such a colorful and impractical shirt. Perhaps there weren't any other shirts left?

He looked around and saw only one of the electricians still on the site. He knew the guy, he was friendly enough. He surely wouldn't mind if Monty went shirtless for a bit. With an effort not to damage the clothing even more, he peeled out of the garment. He was only half successful with that, and a few more rips sounded before he had finished taking it off.

Monty looked down at his muscular and hairy torso. The cold air was good, and he wasn't afraid to get dirty.

With every movement of the shovel, his arm muscles tightened, and his frame filled out more. A short beard sprouted on his chin, and his now full earthy brown hair shortened to a more practical cut. It wasn't like he had money for an expensive hairdresser, after all.

Finally, he had the holes ready and wiped his hands on his sturdy pair of work pants. Now, he only had to put the plants in. Despite his impressive physique, Manny was always very careful with the flowers, and he made sure that none of the roots got damaged or that he didn't break the stem.

He looked at his work. Good, that would look great, once the plants grew. Someday, he would have a garden of his own, and a house like that. And a beautiful wife and two, no, three children. But that was still a long way to go, with his poor pay.

Someone behind him cursed and Manny looked back to the electrician.

Chad was still sweating like crazy as he worked the wires. His mates had all gone to the clubs by now and he was stuck here and had to fix the mess he had created. That was only fair, but he wished the foreman wouldn't have noticed until Monday. He had to hurry up, though. He didn't want to spend his Friday night on the site, after all. Perhaps he would even get lucky and find a guy... No, what was he thinking? Working on these fruits' house had made him all confused. No, perhaps he would find a busty bombshell to take home tonight. Chad felt his cock growing hard at the thought, creating an obvious bulge in his work pants. Great, more distraction.

Chad tried to readjust himself, just in time as he sensed the big burly gardener approach. He knew the guy loosely but had forgotten his name already - if he even had known it at all.

"Hey, everything alright with them wires?" the low voice of the brute asked in a friendly tone.

"Yeah, I just need to finish up here... Should be done aaaaany minute now..."

Manny watched Chad connect the last wires. Poor guy. His t-shirt was soaked with sweat, and he looked like he was really hot and stressed out.

"Cool. It's no fun working late, and on a Friday. Hey, do you want to hit a bar after that? I could go for a cold one."

Chad looked over his shoulder at the bear of a man. Was that guy hitting on him? Na, his face only showed dumb innocence.

He shrugged. "Sure, why not, eh..."

"Name's Manny." Manny said.

"Great. Manny." Chad said and closed the now somewhat better looking fuse box before wiping away his sweat once more.

"I'm Chad."

Manny and Chad left the building site together this Friday afternoon. Neither of them knew that they were going to become best friends over this and many more beers. Manny turned out to be a great wingman for Chad, and Chad even ended up as Manny's best man during his wedding and godfather for his first child. Sometimes the closest friendships are forged in the Friday afternoon sun of a construction site.

[hugeegosorry]

hes sooo awful. go away wilson this is foreman’s show now

FOREMAN!! FOREMAN!!!!! bye everyone. see you next time

[octuscle]

I work in a really boring office, everyone just wears a suit and is so work focused that they never have time for anything fun. Is there anything that I can do with the chronivac to spice things up a little?

Thank goodness it's Friday. You still have two meetings to get through. Then it's finally the weekend. And then you can earn a little extra money by moonlighting on a colleague's building site.

Damn, what an absurd thought! How are you going to help out on the building site? By deducting the results of the inventory of bricks from your taxes? Hardly anyone knows as little about DIY as you do.

Your boss burps. Bloody loud. And takes a swig from the bottle of beer in front of him. His white shirt slips out of his trousers over his belly. Your colleague from HR stands up and says that he needs to go to the porta-potty to piss.

Something stinks here… You raise your arm. Yes, that's you. Damn, when was the last time you took a shower? Well, not this week. What's the point? You guys are all real men. Sweat and cum is your body lotion. Hehehe. Your blue button-down shirt disappears into thin air. The air in the portacabin where you take your lunch break is stifling. Sweat, onions, frying fat. A terrible mixture. Brppppppppp! And then there's your fart. Your colleagues laugh roaring. The foreman comes back from taking a piss and puts his hands under your nose. "Should I have washed them, mate?" You reach into his trousers, knead his cock and balls, pull your hand back and smell your hand. "Nah, but you should have your cock sucked again. It cud do with uh clean." The foreman whistles and the bricklayer's apprentice jumps up. Damn it, you wanted to have fun with this young guy behind the barracks after the lunch break.

Time to end the lunch break. You want to be in the car and driving home in two hours. Your husband is already eagerly waiting to suck your cock clean. Have a great weekend, Buddy! In the meantime, I'll think about how we can spice up your everyday life on the construction site even more!

Pic found @stargazerguy

[azdmathings]

Friday Happy Hour Play!

What a Shock when you walked into the warehouse at the end of the day and found Miguel, the foreman, with one work boot off massaging his foot in Hot Black Sheer Dress Socks. Strange Choice for under a work boot you said. I like the feel of them Miguel said. You raise you pants leg, kick off your shoes wiggled you toes in your sheer OTC's and said Want to Feel These? That how you ended up on your back with your sheers in Miguel's face. Hell of a Happy Hour!

[deeplyclosetedjameswilson]

house characters as high school teachers but none of them can teach bio bc thats cheating

house - physics. specifically ap physics, 1+2 and c. has the best pass rate in the state but thirteen tells him it doesnt matter because his class sizes are tiny (his reputation scares lots of students off). doesn't grade a damn thing, hasn't lesson planned since dinosaurs roamed the earth. department head but really cameron is doing his job

foreman - calculus and geometry. taking ap calc concurrently with dr houses ap physics c is not for the faint of heart. actually a really good teacher. grades harshly but also gives really good feedback. almost impossible to earn an A in his class unless you really understand the material, but he's always available for extra help. kind of dry so hes unpopular with the younger kids. math department head

chase - gym teacher. his first year of teaching the kids screenshotted his instragram pfp and put it up on posters around the school.

cameron - i know i said no bio but cameron is the freshman bio teacher that all the students adore. definitely has kids eating lunch in her classroom. does all of house's department head paperwork. not as good as giving feedback as foreman but she is better about giving chances to go back and retake tests, make up assignments etc. runs the national honor society

wilson - exclusively teaches english class for seniors. literally impossible to fail his class because you just start crying during extra help and he passes you. big on watching movies in class but will assign one of those worksheet to follow along with. its ok if you dont do it because again, you can sniffle and he will give you a 65. if the school can't find a theatre teacher for the year he's an ok backup but insists on doing the classics. have you ever seen high schoolers perform the works of henrik ibsen? english department head

kutner - english teacher, sophomores and juniors. really big on creative writing. class is extremely disorganized, so you're not always sure what you're supposed to be learning but you're having a good time so it doesn't matter. if he thought ahead enough to make his students hold on to all their work they'd have an amazing portfolio but unfortunately he accidentally threw out all your essays from december (he tells you this in april). they were great though. helps run all the extremely nerdy clubs.

thirteen - another math teacher. kind of like foreman she teaches both upper level kids, but in statistics, and the lower level kids in algebra 1. really good at explaining concepts in ways you wouldn't have thought of. dry sense of humor but the kids love it. students have many theories as to why she's called thirteen (that was the average grade on her final, she fails 13 kids a year, her classroom is haunted and she's the 13th teacher to use it) but its because she was house's 13th student teacher (and the 2nd to actually make it into education despite house's best efforts to convince her otherwise)

taub - career change into teaching. combo sociology and psychology teacher. his class isn't the most interesting, but he's a decent teacher. occasional pop quiz and presentation but otherwise he shows off his powerpoint every day and makes you take a quiz on friday. loves to show a movie in class but unlike wilson he does expect you to turn in the worksheet, cmon its literally 5 questions suck it up. coaches golf

cuddy - the principal. she would like a liquor store gift card for an end of year gift please

[eliotquillon]

you know how there’s a million and a half stories where chase is sick and weak. screw that. give me something with cameron

this was meant to be a bit silly but then it got all goopy and disgusting. chase stop being a simp for cameron challenge. anyway in s5’s the itch cameron mentions that she knows the patient because she ran the community outreach flu drive the year before, and she IS suspiciously absent from the s4 christmas episode moreso than even chase, so imagine that this is set around then.

After six long weeks running the county flu vaccine drive, Cameron finally wakes up one morning with a fever of one-oh-one and a dry, hacking cough that makes Chase wince just at the sound of it. She’d been vaccinated herself, of course, but only for the most prominent strain; whatever version she’s caught clearly isn’t the one she was giving out shots for. “I knew this was going to happen,” she says miserably, while Chase force-feeds her Tylenol and wraps her in the sweatshirts she insisted he buy on Black Friday mostly because, he suspects, she wanted to steal them for herself. “It’s been way too long since I last got sick. I’m due.”

And I’m sure the flu drive had nothing to do with it, Chase does not say, because he’s seen Cameron sick before; during House’s summer of ketamine she came down with a nasty case of strep, and despite so, so clearly being miserable, she’d insisted on coming in as soon as the antibiotics rendered her no longer infectious. He and Foreman had had to trick her into going home early by offering to cover the later half of her shifts, and Foreman had only agreed to do that because all of his favourite nurses kept coming up to complain about how much of a hardass Cameron was being. The point is, it’s better not to argue with Cameron when she’s sick. It’s especially better now that Chase is her boyfriend.

“Can I get you anything else?” he asks tentatively. He doesn’t have work today, and even if he did, well—it’s not protocol, but he’d call off anyway. The part of him that shudders away from the memories of cleaning up his mum’s vomit and checking his baby sister’s cold didn’t turn into pneumonia is outweighed by the part that relishes in getting to see Cameron when she’s kind of gross: hair greasily undone, make-up off, wearing sweatpants and no bra. He’s never dated anyone long enough to get to the comfortable stage before, and the vulnerability is a good look on her. “Don’t you have some tea in the back of your cupboard?”

“You don’t have to stay,” Cameron lies even as her whole face lights up. It’s cute, Chase thinks. And also unexpected; he’d been expecting a fight, like the one they had last summer about her going home with strep. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“Seriously, I don’t mind,” Chase says, and Cameron smiles gratefully at him; she’s too-warm and feverish in the bed beside him, and she can barely lift her head, but he finds that he really, truly means it. Cameron is on good terms with her parents, but they live all the way over in Chicago; between the price of plane tickets and her schedule, she only sees them a few times a year. He wonders when was the last time somebody took care of her when she was sick. Probably not since undergrad, he thinks. And then he remembers her first husband, and how she had stayed with him to the end, and mentally revises: probably not since high school. Maybe even as long as Chase himself. “I’ll make you your tea, yeah?”

“Thank you,” Cameron croaks out, and she’s so contagious right now, practically a petri dish of influenza, but when she raises her face towards him he kisses her damp forehead obligingly. She isn’t a cute sick person, but Chase is hopelessly endeared anyway. “You’re the best.”

Love you, Chase almost says, but, well, he really does know better than to start a fight with an unwell Cameron. “You can return the favour when I catch whatever you have,” he teases, and the softness of her responding smile makes biting his tongue all worth it.

[paarthursass]

A few thing's about the Muny's Les Mis that really stuck out to me:

Overall this is probably the first time that the interpersonal relationships really landed for me in a production of Les Mis. Intellectually I always understood that Valjean took in Cosette because he felt responsible for Fantine's suffering, but John Riddle did an excellent part in portraying Valjean's guilt. Peter Neureuther and Emily Bautista also got across Marius and Eponine's friendship really well. You felt the friendship and love between them.

The staging for At the End of the Day had Valjean up on the second level, watching the women and the foreman mob Fantine but not doing anything to intervene. In the transition to I Dreamed a Dream everyone left the stage except Valjean (still above her) and Fantine. Fantine looked up at Valjean, and he turned away and left her alone.

Valjean and Cosette both humming Castle on a Cloud while he leads her out of the woods and back to the Thenardier's inn 🥺

Jordan Donica sang the best version of Stars I have ever heard. That's all.

Though the musical never mentions that Gavroche and Eponine are siblings, the director obviously took pains to ensure the actors knew this. Gavroche was always watching Eponine when she was on stage with him, though they didn't interact all that much.

Emily Bautista is probably one of the best Eponine's I've ever seen. She's joyful in her scenes with Marius - you get why she's in love with him - but also has a clear chip on her shoulder when interacting with her father. Her On My Own was likewise great; we love an Eponine who expresses more than just general sadness.

During A Little Fall of Rain, no one notices that Eponine's been shot at first. Marius and Eponine sing while everyone else at the barricade goes on about their business like nothing's happening. Gavroche is the one who notices that Eponine is dying, and he rushes to get Grantaire and Enjolras's attention, at which point everyone realizes what's happened. Gavroche is visibly distraught, and one of the women hugs him and covers his eyes, forcing him to look away as Eponine dies. Graintaire also comforts him, and they continue to shield Gavroche as Eponine's body is taken away.

The aftermath of A Little Fall of Rain is haunting. Even Enjolras is visibly shaken; you can see in everyone's faces that Eponine's death has brought the glory of the revolution to a halt in the face of the reality that they could all die.

During Drink With Me, when Graintaire stares to sing his verse everyone in the barricade flinches, and Enjolras and some of the others rush forward to try and stop him from continuing.

John Riddle most beautiful version of Bring Him Home I have ever heard.

In the after math of the barricade, Javert comes on stage and first sees the bodies of the men. Then the turntable turns to show the other side of the barricade, where only Gavroche's body is. Javert is visibly shaken by this; he struggles to give orders to the other soldiers afterwards. You really get the sense that this, in addition to Valjean's sparing of him earlier, is what tips him over the edge.

I saw this on Friday so I know I'm forgetting other things but this was just SUCH a lovely production. I wish I could sear it into my brain so I could remember every little piece of it always. I'll never be able to watch the movie again.