#house falls for wilson…literally
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malpractisnt · 10 months ago
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Just thinking about how every prank between them is like a love letter dipped in emotional sabotage, signed with a smirk and sent with the full knowledge that revenge will inevitably follow.
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july-19th-club · 9 months ago
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a while back i read jane eyre for the first time since high school in anticipation of watching the 2006 wilson/stephens miniseries. it's incredible to reread these classic novels as an adult, because while i got all the words and understood the *content* as a teenager, i didn't at all find the book interesting or fun to read. anyway i think one of the reasons that book stood the test of time isn't so much the gothic intrigue and how fucked up rochester and his wife are . he sucks so bad in so many ways . but he keeps needing rescued from stuff and only jane can do it . he fucking breaks an ankle falling off a horse early in her employment with him and she's the one who helps him back to the house . his attic wife sets his bedroom on fire and jane's the one who finds him and puts it out before he dies of smoke inhalation . then attic wife sets the house on fire after jane leaves and the whole place burns to the ground, grievous death and permanent injuries, etc, etc. jane comes back yippee everything's okay again! austen heroes don't get wounded like that because they're far too sedate and busy engaging in social seasons and heathcliff is like not wounded physically so much as destroyed emotionally . but this dude strikes the balance for readers who best enjoy when a man is collapsing of various problems and literally cant survive a day without some governess to pour water on his four-poster so he doesn't fry to a crisp
ALSO . i particularly was interested in the passages just after jane first meets him where she talks a lot about how if he was a normal polite person, or even just like a normal Lord with like, a sense of propriety and good manor house manners, she'd have been shy and awkward and uncomfortable and would have hated him. but i think where some interpretations get it wrong is that she doesn't think his rudeness is HOT. she thinks it's good for her own confidence, in that she knows her own self-esteem and social comfort levels are so low that all the scripts of peerage and society make her crawl into herself and disappear. she doesn't know how to follow the scripts convincingly, she's been emotionally abused her whole life so she has no sense of self-worth, but he doesn't follow the script. which means she doesn't have to worry about following it either. which does wonders for her confidence levels because when she can just act in ways that make sense to her rather than second-guessing whether she will be Approved Of, she can actually be a person. and that's what she first appreciates about him: his ability to (more or less without trying or even noticing) facilitate that for her.
"The incident had occurred and was gone for me: it was an incident of no moment, no romance, no interest in a sense; yet it marked with change one single hour of a monotonous life. My help had been needed and claimed; I had given it: I was pleased to have done something, trivial, transitory though the deed was, it was yet an active thing, and I was weary of an existence all passive."
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batsandbirdbrains · 2 months ago
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Can you imagine the absolute psychotic break Dick would have if he found out Deathstroke was his biological dad? So anyway on that note
The one where Dick is actually Deathstroke’s son
Dick legitimately has no clue in this AU that he’s not actually the son of John and Mary Grayson. Let’s go ahead and make this one also right after the end of young justice season 2 where everyone is pissy bc nightwing was “secretive” and “too much like Batman” bc he did the absolute correct thing in not telling the whole goddamn team abt Kaldur’s deep cover op. I’m still mad they gave him shit for that if u can’t tell like im sorry u all got ur feelings hurt but dick and Kaldur’s plan literally saved the world like hello ur welcome. Anyway.
Dick is utterly Depressed and he’s isolating himself in a Blüdhaven safe house, basically falling apart at the seams bc he’s terrible at taking care of himself when he spirals like this. Everyone’s mad at him and he’s blaming himself. He’s throwing himself into the Nightwing shit and running himself ragged beating up baddies, but he’s also just exhausted and not eating right or sleeping well and he has a shitty job at dive bar or a strip club as a busboy. Should we age him down to 17? Let’s make him 17, for the added angst of not even being a legal adult but having to take care of himself and make a fake ID so he can even get a job. Not that his boss even really looked at it or legally employs him, but still. If he’s 18+ let’s make him a stripper/dancer for the extra tips and to add to the whole desperate for cash thing. Plus he’d prob get a lot of intel for his night job, actually. Idk idk
So also, instead of Artemis going undercover to help out with Kaldur, she refused. She and Wally had no interest in returning. So Dick had to maintain both his role as Nightwing and go undercover as Renegade, Deathstroke’s apprentice.
Slade was surprisingly on board for going along with Dick’s charade, because there’s no keeping secrets like that from Deathstroke of course he knew it was all a ruse. Dick just had to promise to actually follow orders while out as Renegade and to actually put effort in when Slade trained him. Dick couldn’t figure out why it was so easy to get Deathstroke to agree, he knew it would eventually come back to bite him in the ass, but he was desperate and running out of options so he took it.
So one night when Dick comes home after getting the shit kicked out of him by some run of the mill baddies, he finds Slade Wilson sitting on at his wobbly kitchen table, drinking coffee out of Dick’s favorite mug and looking like he’s judging the state of cleanliness (or lack thereof) of Dick’s apartment/safe house. Dick is too tired to even question it and just falls face first on the couch, pressing his face into the cushion until he sees stars.
A muffled “What do you want” brings a short laugh from Slade, and it just makes Dick feel even more exhausted.
Slade basically talks shit about the so called heroes who threw Dick away when they didn’t like the way his plan worked, Dick starts tuning him out because of course he’s going on a monologue when all Dick wants to do is go rot in bed for the next 18 hours. But then he says something in such a casual tone that it takes a moment for Dick to register what the words mean, and he snaps his head up so fast it feels like he snaps a muscle in his neck like a broken rubber band.
“Shut the fuck up,” he chokes out. “There’s no way I heard that right.”
“Denial’s not a good look on you,” Slade snorts.
Because Slade had just said moments ago that Dick is his long lost son, he ran a DNA test and everything.
“Long lost son,” Dick mocks, “that’s bullshit. What is this, a soap opera?”
“You were kidnapped when you were two years old,” Slade says, his voice calm but serious. Not wavering. “I’d been on a job. Your mother was called away by her father. You were left with a nanny we thought we could trust. That was a mistake. And I’ve regretted leaving that morning every day of my life since.”
Dick can’t stop staring at Slade. This has gotta be a joke. He’s so full of shit, there’s no way.
But Slade isn’t wavering at all. He’s not smirking. He’s not smiling. He’s just watching Dick so intensely, and Dick feels like he’s under a microscope.
He shows Dick the documents. The proof Slade even has a third son at all. Pictures that look an awful lot like the toddler he’s seen in pictures from the boxes of old stuff from his parents’ circus trailer. A toddler playing with Slade’s two older sons, Grant and Joey, who Dick may or may not have briefly met while Renegade.
And then he drops another bomb on him.
“Your mother is Talia al Ghul.”
Dick feels like his lungs just popped like a balloon.
He doesn’t know what happens, but next thing he knows, Slade is sitting next to him on the floor, counting out breaths and talking him down from what was probably the worst panic attack Dick has had in at least a solid week.
“I hate you and you’re full of shit,” Dick gasps, his chest aching. Definitely only because he’d been kicked in the ribs earlier by a thug, no other reason.
Slade just laughs. Not like an asshole smug laugh Dick is used to hearing from him, but like he’s actually genuinely amused by Dick and his antics.
It’s only a little bit of a mind fuck.
Slade convinced Dick to come with him, at the very least just so Dick can use the equipment Slade has to run the DNA test himself and confirm whether Slade is telling the truth or not. And maybe to have a meal that isn’t instant ramen or cereal or a rotisserie chicken.
And Dick hates how comfortable he is with Slade, because he slips right back into the role of Renegade like he never left. And Slade actually treats him like a son, like he’s proud of him, like Dick isn’t just a weapon or a pawn to be used. Slade isn’t throwing him away as soon as he’s gotten all he can get out of him.
And if Slade is maybe putting some biased thoughts about how the Justice League and their junior team treated him into his head, Dick steadfastly ignored that fact. Because it’s true, they treated him like shit. Like he was expendable. They needed his plan to save the world from the reach, and then tossed him out on his ass and called him manipulative for it without so much as a “Thank you, Nightwing, for coming up with a plan that saved us from the alien overlords.”
And then he meets Grant and Joey. As himself, as Dick, not as Renegade. And they’re his big brothers, and they’re so excited to see him, they missed him so much, he was so little last they saw him. And it’s such a stark contrast from how Tim was so mad at him last they spoke, because Tim thought he should’ve been in the loop about the deep cover op, but Tim is still a newbie who almost tore his eyebrows off taking his domino mask off wrong not even a month before the invasion ended, how the hell was Dick supposed to involve him in such a terrifying mission?
And if Dick is out as Renegade with Deathstroke one night and runs into members of his old team, runs into a confused Kaldur who doesn’t understand why Dick is still going out as Renegade, well then maybe they should’ve worried about what Dick was up to before Deathstroke sunk his claws into him.
Because now Dick isn’t sure if he even wants to go back to them.
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wilsonology · 1 month ago
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i’m so SICK !!! of people acting like james wilson is this normal, put-together, morally superior little guy who just got tragically wrapped up in house’s disaster. you are under SPELLS people !!
he wants so badly to be seen as sane, kind, rational, the “good guy” who just happens to have a trainwreck of a best friend. he cultivates that image. he ENJOYS being perceived that way. but underneath it? it’s all manipulation and emotional dependency and judgment and control. and lies!! soso many lies!!
“house is straightforward, brilliant, and an ass. […] whereas you, on the other hand, have a perfect score. you are responsible, nice, human, and yet you’re house’s best friend. […] makes me think that you’re secretly a lot less nice than you seem.”
— cate milton (iirc), season 4 episode 11
and she’s?? so right?? wilson isn’t as nice as he wants people to believe. he isn’t better than house. he’s just better at hiding the damage. house is a bastard and he owns it. wilson smiles while setting fire to every relationship he’s in and then acts shocked when it burns down
also i’m never getting over the scene where he tells cameron that he cheated on (two of) his wives
“i met someone who. made me feel… funny. good. and i didn’t wanna let that feeling go.”
and like it’s so obvious that the someone is house LMFAO (the same guy he apparently hates)
and it tracks. it really does. because then you get wilson’s ex-wife — bonnie?? i think?? maybe?? — telling house, “i’m not saying you broke up the marriage, but you didn’t help.”
house is always there. because wilson lets him be there. because wilson chooses house. over and over again. and he doesn’t just choose him — he clings to him like he’s life support 😭
& for someone who constantly says “everybody lies” — house is ASTONISHINGLY slow to realize that wilson lies to him all the time. sometimes he finds out by the end of the episode, but other times?? like the season 3 premiere when wilson hides the fact that house was right about a diagnosis just because he didn’t want him to get an ego boost or whatever?? wilson lets house believe he was wrong. and house genuinely believed him for the entirety of the episode 😭😭
“if we told you the truth — that you solved a case based on absolutely no medical proof — you’d think you were god. and i was worried your wings would melt” alright bud
don’t even get me started on how judgmental wilson is. always lecturing house about ethics and boundaries and morals while helping him break into someone’s home or steal a corpse. he’ll call house out, scold him, act like he’s better than him — and then do nothing to actually stop it. he enables him. he facilitates half the madness. he feeds the chaos while pretending to clean it up
what’s worse is he needs it. wilson is addicted to being needed. he doesn’t know how to exist without being someone’s emotional crutch.
it’s why he marries women who fall apart. it’s why he stays with house. and the kicker is that he does it all while maintaining this perfect image of the Nice Guy Doctor. the Professional. the Empath. when really. he’s just a guy who can’t be alone with himself for five seconds because he doesn’t like what’s under the surface
tl;dr: wilson is a serial cheater, emotional manipulator, pathological enabler, and deeply judgmental hypocrite who hides all that under a carefully crafted “nice guy” mask. he lies constantly (to house), cheats on his wives (probably with house emotionally if not literally), and uses his persona to control the narrative around him. house is honest about being a mess. wilson just hides it better ❤️
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vortexonsaturn · 3 months ago
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House is an atheist. We know this. He tells us often, with bitterness and certainty. He rejects the idea of God, of souls, of cosmic meaning. He dissects faith like he dissects symptoms: a fragile delusion, beautiful maybe, but ultimately dangerous. For House, belief is the enemy of truth. Religion is a sedative for the desperate. He doesn’t believe in miracles—he performs them under fluorescent lights, scalpels, and sarcastic monologues.
And yet, the entire show is draped in religious imagery.
The irony is deliberate. The tension is constant. House, M.D. is not a show about religion, but it is deeply religious in structure and tone. It’s a modern-day gospel about suffering, sacrifice, and the endless question of whether redemption is possible for people who are fundamentally broken.
And at the heart of that contradiction—at the center of House’s reluctant, silent religion—is Wilson.
Wilson, the oncologist. The caregiver. The forgiver. The one person who doesn’t try to fix House, just stays. In House’s world of godless suffering and brutal honesty, Wilson becomes the impossible constant. A living parable. A symbol of grace. He is not just House’s friend—he is House’s church. The only place he returns to. The only place he trusts.
Despite everything he says, House believes in Wilson the way people believe in God—not in certainty, but in need. In faith. When everything else fails (medicine, logic, self-destruction) it’s Wilson’s presence that remains. Not because he proves anything, but because he chooses to stay.
Wilson is where House goes when nothing else makes sense.
And this is where Amber enters—because Amber is crucial to understanding the show’s theology.
Amber isn’t just Wilson’s girlfriend or a romantic foil. She’s a vessel. A sacrifice. A holy symbol burned into the center of House and Wilson’s dynamic. She represents the cost of belief. And her death is House’s Fall.
Amber is cast in religious imagery from the start—sharp and shining, dressed in clean lines, commanding presence. She’s the only woman who matches House in intellect, in stubbornness, in biting wit. But while House uses those qualities to alienate, Amber uses them to love. To claim. She chooses Wilson with a kind of divine certainty, and House both resents and envies it.
And then she dies—because House called her.
Because House, in a drug-fueled haze, reached out for Wilson and accidentally destroyed the one person Wilson loved most.
Amber becomes a martyr. She dies for House’s sin. The sin of needing Wilson, of being selfish, of reaching out without understanding the cost. Her death is sacrificial. She absorbs the consequences of House’s weakness. And it shatters Wilson’s faith. In House. In meaning. In everything.
But here’s the terrifying, beautiful part: even then, Wilson comes back.
Not immediately. Not easily. But he returns. He forgives. He chooses House again, knowing the damage he can cause.
And isn’t that what religion is, at its most painful?
The choice to return.
The choice to love something that hurts you.
The choice to find meaning, even in suffering.
From that point on, House is haunted—literally and metaphorically. Amber appears to him as a ghost. A judge. A reminder. Her presence during his Vicodin-fueled breakdowns is a vision, not unlike biblical visitations: accusatory, radiant, always asking questions he doesn’t want to answer. She becomes a conscience, a prophet of pain. Not just Wilson’s loss, but House’s guilt made flesh.
And House listens.
Because he believes her.
Because he believes in what she represents: that his actions matter. That pain has consequences. That love, once given, leaves an eternal mark.
That’s the thing. For all his denial, House’s life is shaped by faith—just not in any god he’ll name.
His god is Wilson.
His gospel is logic.
His demons are guilt, pain, and the memory of Amber in that white, frozen bus.
His sacraments are Vicodin.
His confessionals are sarcasm and silence.
His moments of worship are quiet, rare, and often happen when Wilson isn’t looking.
But it’s faith all the same.
When Wilson gets cancer, everything crashes again. This time, House can’t save him. There’s no diagnosis to solve, no miracle to pull from his bag of tricks. He is powerless. Human. And finally he understands the most terrifying truth of all: he can’t live in a world where Wilson doesn’t exist.
So he dies. Or pretends to.
He sets fire to his life. He lets everyone believe he’s gone. He chooses exile, isolation, and total obliteration of self—all so he can spend a few final months beside the man who has always been his moral center, his constant, his quiet divinity.
That’s not just friendship. That’s religion.
A god falls from the sky. A believer lays down his crown. A sinner chooses love over truth. A cynic learns how to pray—not with words, but with presence.
And isn’t that the most blasphemous, beautiful faith of all?
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razzmothazz · 3 months ago
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thinking abt fabian being SO clingy with anyone he likes. sitting uncomfortably close to you kinda guy. your shoulders WILL be touching. puts a hand on peoples backs and on their shoulder mid sentence. ruffles someones hair when anything. any time he hugs anyone someone WILL end up being picked up. either he will straight up jump on someone like gorgug because he knows he can easily hold him or fabian will be picking someone up like lou did with siobhan in that one quangle episode. i imagine he does this with adine a lot. full spin and all. he WILL find an excuse to be touchy. the kinda guy who will lean on you on the couch. straight up fall asleep on your shoulder. he will just follow you around and talk about literally anything just to keep company. the guy literally invites ANYONE to his house and he WILL be around to hang out with if someone is over. personally greets every person kinda guy. i know this because lou wilson himself told me btw. in my vision.
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https-hope · 2 months ago
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Dating Gregory House
some dating headcannons with a gender/racially neutral Pediatrician!Reader
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Affection
He isn't openly affectionate in public—or in private really, but he wouldn't dream of ever pushing you away if you were showing him any. If you were to walk into his office and put your head on his shoulder while he looked over a case, you best believe he isn't pushing you away.
you walk into the teams meeting room, looking exhausted. you'd just lost a patient that you broke your back over, working double the hours and missing meals and time with greg, just for them to die anyway. greg sees this the second you walk in, etched on your face. he silently sits on the leather couch at the side of the room, barking orders at the ducklings as you sit next to him quickly, laying your head on his shoulder, slowly dozing off.
Pet Names
again, he isn't really big on pet names—and frankly neither are you. there's the occasional 'darling' or 'love' but the two of you choose to use each others first names. it means more, especially considering the use of your surnames for so long.
Wilson walks into Houses office, seeing you and him laughing about something stupid that the ducklings had done. "House, me and Cuddy made a bet, I say you don't know the last name of Wendy from Peter Pan."
He looks perplexed, and then a smug grin falls over his face as you continue to eat, "Darling?"
You look up with a smile, "Yes love?"
Wilson starts laughing, stopping a recording on his phone, "Cuddy owes me 20 bucks."
PDA
with house, pda isn't frequent, especially not at the hospital. his love language tends to be acts of service–helps him feel not so... useless, in his head anyway. he buys breakfast and you buy lunch, then you cook together at home.
you walk into his office, smiling, two warm brown bags in your hand. he looks up from his newest case, any stress melting from his brow as he meets your gaze,
"hey"
"hey" a soft smile dances between your face and his, as he eyes the bags in your hand.
"took you long enough (name), I'm withering away over here"
"corned beef, mustard, no pickles for you, and a blt for me, two dr peppers for us too"
you set the bags down and sit with him in a comfortable silence, breaking it occasionally to talk about patients—content.
Arguing
his words always hurt. his sarcasm and anger towards himself and his leg often gets thrown at you when you fight. making comments about your job or appearance so that he is happier than at least one person. you give straight back, you will always argue back to him. no matter what though, you always find a bouquet and a bar of chocolate in your office the next day.
"says the one that dresses like she wants ever man she sees? you work with the parents of sick kids. wonder why"
your jaw almost hits the floor at his cruel comment, "yeah? well at least I don't need to train my arms just to walk. I know when to stop but no, your stubbornness literally lost you your leg."
silence. you storm out. he'd had a rough day, not able to fix any case presented to him, and you had to break the news to a parent that their son had a terminal illness. the anger and annoyance bubbled and just imploded onto each other.
lunch rolls around and you drop a sandwich bag on his desk and leave. inside is just a box of pickles. you sit smug, finishing your days work and getting cuddy to drop you off, not wanting to speak to him, sleeping on the sofa and leaving for work before him, only to find a bouquet of lilies, red roses, and baby's breath in a vase on your desk, alongside a large bar of chocolate. you smile as he drops off breakfast.
you tap the chair next to you and he sits, all is well.
I hope you enjoyed!!!
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gunsandspaceships · 2 months ago
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MCU Timeline. Avengers: Infinity War
At the dawn of the universe - nothing.
The Big Bang - formation of the six Infinity Stones.
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~500 or 964/965 AD - Thor is born.
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Now we have this contradiction: the first Thor movie and all the MCU books tell us he was born in 964 or 965 AD, and this is the only time he says he's 1,500 years old. He could have rounded it up, or it could have been a mistake (like his mispronunciation of "Nidavellir") - pick your favorite explanation.
Early 1945 - during a fight with Steve Rogers, the Red Skull touches the Tesseract, and the Space Stone within it finds him unworthy and sends him to Vormir to serve as a guide for those seeking the Soul Stone.
Early 1990s - Gamora is born on the planet Zen-Whoberi.
~1999 - Thanos kills half of the population of Zen-Whoberi and kidnaps little Gamora, whose parents his army had just executed.
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Between the fall of 2014 and May 2018:
Nebula sneaks onto Thanos's ship and attempts to kill him. She almost succeeds, but Thanos captures her.
He takes her to a cell, accesses her memory files, where Gamora mentions that she knows where the Soul Stone is, and then proceeds to torture her.
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Between November 2013 and May 2018 - Thanos arrives on Nidavellir and orders Eitri to make him the Infinity Gauntlet. Once it is made, he shuts down the forge and kills all of Nidavellir's dwarves except Eitri, whom he deprives of his hands.
Beginning of June 2016 - with the help of Rogers and Romanoff, Maximoff and Wilson escape from the Raft. Scott Lang and Clint Barton make a deal with the US and German governments to remain under house arrest instead of going into hiding.
~June 2016 - Wanda and Vision start dating.
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Okay, here’s the thing about the main event date: it depends on the city. Literally. If we’re in New York, it looks like mid-May, if we’re in Atlanta or Edinburgh, I’d say March. They don’t really go together, so we’ll have to pick one. Considering other movies like Ant-Man and the Wasp and Thor: Ragnarok, our pick should be mid-May 2018.
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Can we narrow this down to days? Let's try:
If the calendar here is the same as ours, which is not always the case. But let's assume that it is.
There is also a contradiction in the film regarding the day of the week (Wednesday vs. Tuesday) for the first day. Now there is no hint as to which one we should choose. But as with the month, I assume that what happens in New York is closer to the truth, so I will choose Wednesday.
In mid-May we also have two options: the second week (May 9) and the third (May 16).
So, in What If? S1E5, there's a direct mention that it's been two weeks since Hank went into the Quantum Realm in Ant-Man and the Wasp (May 2), so it must be May 16. What If often makes mistakes, and later in the same episode, it makes an obvious one, but if it works in this case, let's go with that option.
~May 2, 2018 - Vision promises Tony that he will return, turns off his transponder, and leaves with Wanda for Scotland for a two-week vacation.
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~May 9, 2018 - Thanos decimates Xandar and takes the Power Stone.
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May 15 (Tuesday), 2018. Night - Tony dreams that he and Pepper are having a baby, Morgan.
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May 16 (Wednesday), 2018
~11 am - 12 pm in NY:
Thanos attacks the Asgardian refugee ship Statesman and seizes the Space Stone.
Hulk fights Thanos but is easily defeated. Heimdall teleports him to Earth.
The death of half of Asgard's refugees, Heimdall and Loki.
Thanos sends his Black Order to search for the two Infinity Stones on Earth.
Thor is left unconscious in outer space among dead bodies.
Hulk crashes through the roof and stairs of the Sanctum Sanctorum and transforms back into Bruce. He informs Strange and Wong of the impending threat.
Tony and Pepper are running in New York's Central Park. Tony tells Pepper about his dream and asks her for a baby.
They are interrupted by the arrival of Strange and Banner, who take Tony away to save the world.
~1 pm in NY:
Wong gives Tony a lecture about the Infinity Stones. Strange reveals the Time Stone in his necklace. Bruce informs Tony of the situation and that behind the attack on New York in 2012 was also Thanos.
1:20 pm - Bruce tells Tony to call Steve Rogers. Tony tells Bruce that the Avengers have broken up.
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Before he can make the call, a Black Order Q-ship arrives above them.
Peter Parker jumps off a school bus headed to MoMA and rushes to the ship's location.
Tony, Strange, Wong and Peter fight Ebony Maw and Cull Obsidian. Hulk refuses to come out.
Wong saves Tony by sending Cull Obsidian onto a glacier. He also cuts off his hand. Tony invites him to Pepperony's wedding.
Maw captures Strange and takes him to the Q-Ship.
Peter follows outside. Tony saves him by putting the Iron Spider suit on him. He sends him home, but Peter manages to cling to the ship and get inside.
Tony gets on the ship and tells Pepper that he won't be back for a while.
Wong returns to Sanctum.
1:42 pm - Bruce calls Steve on the phone Tony dropped.
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Having received a distress signal from the Statesman, the Guardians of the Galaxy pick up Thor.
~2 pm in NY:
Gamora tells him about Thanos' plan. Thor takes some of their food, Quill's backpack, a pod and goes to Nidavellir with Rocket and Groot.
The rest of the team heads to Knowhere, where the Collector keeps the Reality Stone.
~Unspecified time, afternoon in NY:
Strange wakes up on the Q-Ship, and Maw begins torturing him with needles to obtain the Time Stone.
A rescue team (Tony, Peter and Levi) gathers above them. Peter comes up with a plan from Aliens.
Minutes later - Tony kills Maw by blowing a hole in the ship.
Tony and Steven argue over a course of action and agree to bring the fight with Thanos to Titan.
Tony makes Peter an Avenger.
~6 pm in NY:
~6:30 pm (NY)/11:30 pm (Scotland) - Wanda and Vision are walking through the streets of Edinburgh when they are attacked by Corvus Glaive and Proxima Midnight of the Black Order. Vision is injured and his powers are suppressed.
6:45 pm (NY)/11:45 pm (Scotland) - they are saved by the arriving Rogues: Rogers, Romanoff and Wilson. Proxima and the injured Glaive retreat. The Rogues take Wanda and Vision back to the Compound.
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~Night in NY:
In space, Gamora asks Quill to kill her if Thanos captures her, so that the Titan will not learn the location of the Soul Stone. He vows to do so. They kiss.
By this time, the "invisible" Drax has been standing "motionless" for an hour and eating snacks.
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Thanos attacks Knowhere and obtains the Reality Stone from the Collector. He then sets a trap for Gamora using the stone.
May 17 (Thursday), 2018
~Before 7 am in NY:
Rocket gives Thor a cybernetic eye.
GotG arrives on Knowhere. Using the Reality Stone, Thanos easily deals with them and captures Gamora.
GotG return to Benatar, where Quill spends the next five hours sitting and listening to New York Groove.
Aboard his mothership, Thanos shows Gamora her captive sister and tortures Nebula to reveal the location of the Soul Stone.
Thanos takes Gamora with him to Vormir.
While a Chitauri is putting Nebula back together, she kills him and escapes. She sends 23 secret coded messages to GotG asking them to meet her on Titan.
Five hours after Thanos captured Gamora - GotG finally receive Nebula's secret coded messages and travel from Knowhere to Titan.
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~7 am in NY/1 pm in Wakanda:
Rogues arrive at the Compound. Rhodey talks to Secretary Ross, who orders him to arrest them. Rhodes waves him off.
The Avengers discuss the situation. Vision tells them that Wanda must destroy the stone in his head. Bruce gets the idea that simply taking it out might work. They head to Wakanda to do it and call T'Challa.
Okoye gathers Wakandan warriors.
T'Challa comes for Bucky Barnes and brings him a new vibranium arm.
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Thor, Groot, and Rocket reach Nidavellir and meet with Eitri.
~8 am in NY:
Q-ship carrying Tony, Peter and Strange lands on Titan.
They are immediately attacked by GotG. After a short fight due to a misunderstanding, they form an alliance against Thanos.
Strange uses the Time Stone to see 14,000,605 alternate futures and finds only one winning.
Thanos and Gamora arrive on Vormir, where they are met by the Red Skull. Thanos throws his "daughter" off a cliff for the Soul Stone.
He wakes up with the Stone in his hand.
~9-10 am in NY/3-4 pm in Wakanda:
~9:30 am/3:30 pm - the Quinjet carrying the Rogues, Rhodes, Vision, and Banner arrives in Wakanda, where they are met by T'Challa, his warriors, and Barnes.
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Note: The main functional feature of quinjets is that they fly exactly as long as the plot requires, and not as long as they would fly in reality. This is not the first Avengers movie where yesterday it flew to the States all night, and today it took the jet a couple of hours to cover about twice that distance.
~10 am/4 pm - Shuri begins working on Vision and the Mind Stone. Thanos' army enters the planet's atmosphere above Wakanda.
On Nidavellir, Thor, Rocket, Groot, and Eitri restart the forge to create a new weapon, Stormbreaker.
The Battle of Titan.
The Battle of Wakanda.
Creation of the Stormbreaker on Nidavellir.
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Bruce in the Hulkbuster kills Cull Obsidian, Wanda kills Proxima Midnight, Vision kills Corvus Glaive.
~10:20 am/4:20 pm - during their duel, Thanos gravely wounds Tony and prepares to kill him, but Strange gives him the Time Stone in exchange for Tony's life.
With five Stones, Thanos teleports to Wakanda. Having not met any worthy resistance for himself, Thanos takes the last Stone from Vision.
10:24 am/4:24 pm - The Snap.
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Thanos meets little Gamora in the Soul Stone and then teleports to his garden world to retire in peace.
10:25 am/4:25 pm - 50% of all living beings in the Universe disappear from reality.
Nick Fury manages to send an SOS signal to Captain Marvel's pager before turning to dust.
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Note: Does Marvel want to explain why Edinburgh and Atlanta look more like it's winter, while in New York it's almost summer?
Tony and Nebula are left alone on Titan.
~Later that day:
At some point, they depart for Earth on the Benatar.
The remaining Avengers return to the Compound to monitor losses.
Over the next few days:
They visit Fury's last location and find his pager, which they bring to the Compound.
Days later - Carol Danvers arrives at the Compound and soon after heads back into space to search for Tony.
MCU Timeline: The Infinity Saga
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theogonize · 3 months ago
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late nights and extra hours are annoying for most people. people who have to get home to their family members, partners, even pets. so naturally, increased enthusiasm to stay overtime was a sign of loneliness.
 there were two lonely people in the oncology department who hardly had anyone to come home to. you, that was more or less explainable by circumstance, you were new here and focusing on doing well at your high-end doctor job. but doctor wilson? you were sure he had a wife. this inference you had drawn from the wedding band on his slender fingers. this little article of jewelry was a cause of silent strife for you, stupidly so. you’re gorgeous boss was taken, of course he was; he was a respectable oncologist, diabetically sweet man who looked almost painstakingly beautiful in a lab coat. how does one look that good in a lab coat? 
but apart from musing about your boss, you often were in the clinic early and left late, running tests and working the scans. and he was there too, doing some paperwork in the office. he was always diligent with his paperwork, almost a bit too much, almost as if it was an escape and he was relieved when it piled up. another night to spend locked in his office and not in his bedroom, with his wife, as if she wasn’t even there. 
but you knew she was, you felt her presence even though you’d never met her and she never presented herself as a physical barrier. you felt her (or was it your conscience?) separating the two of you, like two like ends of a magnet repelled invisibly. you kid yourself into thinking if she wasn't there, if he took off the wedding band, if he was single – you’d make a move. sure you would. 
you usually refrained from bothering dr. wilson when he’s cooped up in his office, not wanting to disturb his peace, something he clearly craves when he’s here. but today you felt a little braver, for some strange reason, you felt a little valorous. so you let out a shaky exhale – none of those in front of dr. wilson – gathering up the courage like a middle school boy about to ask his crush out. you push the door to his office.
he looked up, slightly perplexed seeing you there, at this hour or maybe at all. he sat in his office chair, slightly angled, the joint paper and weed laying carelessly spread over his paperwork. his cuffs are folded up to his elbows, brazenly showing his muscular forearms. the light in his office seems to bounce off him. there’s a halo around him, there always is. you immediately regret your decision. stupid, stupid, stupid. to think you could do this, feel normal when he… when he literally looks like that. angelic. otherworldly. your voice is caught in your throat. it’s pathetic how much you want him. his face screws up in embarrassment as he begins to recognise you from the shadows; how could he not, you were his favourite.
unbeknownst to you, or anyone apart from house, really, you were his favourite. why wouldn’t you be? you were kind, pretty, intelligent. obviously, you don’t really like your employee for things like that, so he just said that you were a hard worker, you were perceptive around patients, you were always polite and punctual. an indispensable asset to his team. he was always wishing you would linger a little longer around him, so he could work his signature charm; the pathetic attempt he would make at befriending a desolate woman in the hopes of sleeping with her, as house would put it.
but maybe he didn’t have to try too hard with you, because he knew, everyone knew, that you liked him. maybe more than just your employer. maybe. and that was one of the only things that kept him happy. the possibility of you reciprocating if he ever made a move. 
after stuttering for a few seconds and almost falling over you hand him the test results, accompanied by the ct scan. 
your nervousness is rubbing off on him. it’s too late to hide it now, especially when he’s made such a mess on his desk. not like it matters, you know he does this for patients sometimes. he doesn’t need to be nervous. why is he nervous?
now that you had made it this far, you weren’t going away without some small talk. and come on, the topic was right there, partially rolled in his hand. 
“is this for the osteosarcoma patient?” 
that was your most recent one. room on the second floor, two months of radiation and the nausea had started kicking in pretty bad. wilson almost felt guilty for it not being for the patient, despite prescribing dramamine just a few hours ago. this odd moment of personal space invaded by you, and yet he sat here, welcoming it. because you were his favourite.
“uh no. it’s for me.” 
he wasn’t just welcoming it. he was inviting you over. he was being honest with you, encouraging questions. encouraging to fill the void, fill the space. the one you hadn’t created but certainly widened with everything you did. your desperation for his approval like his desperation for yours, a symphony made from the two most anxious, people-pleasing oncologists. 
you needn’t respond. your face said it all; wide eyed, mouth slightly ajar. you’d lost all train of thought, and maybe some respect for him, wilson figured.
“do you… want to join?"
how much more forward does he need to be? a man like him rarely has to make a move like this. women jump at the opportunity to be with him simply because he is him. the sweetest man. the perfect man. he, who sat here late at night, avoiding his wife, and hoping that his much younger employee would join him for a smoke. perhaps, in due time, a little more. 
“i- i don’t… i haven’t… i’ve never smoked.” 
but dear lord. it doesn't get any better than this, does it? you would have to be completely braindead to turn down an opportunity like this. does it scare you? smoking in your boss’ office? in the hospital you both work at? especially when he looks like that, talks like that and just is like that?
“i could teach you.” 
“if that’s okay with you… no pressure.” he adds as an afterthought. 
you nod, anxious. he gestures towards the couch, you comply. he grabs a lighter and joins you. your heart pounds in your chest. you pray to god he can't hear it.
you shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. his eyes were so intense when they wanted to be, so expressive, conveying a thousand things and you, blinded as you were by his sheer presence, were unable to comprehend any of them. there was something about his face, his features, their softness. those pleading eyes, goddammit. they made you yearn for him uncontrollably.
his movements were slow and deliberate. the lighter flicked in his hand a couple times before it engulfed the tip of the joint. wilson watched you react to the flame, your eyes steady on the burning paper. he found it amusing how immersed you were, how new everything was to you, how exciting. he found himself wishing he could see the world from your eyes as he dragged the joint, turning his head away from you and blowing smoke in the other direction.
“your turn.” he said, offering it to you. 
your hands awkwardly try to hold the joints from different angles. ultimately, you surrender. wilson takes another hit as he watches you give up.
“i don’t think i can do this.” you bite your lip. fuck. you feel like a failure. failure at doing something reckless and stupid with your boss. failure at fun. “sorry.”
“don’t be.” wilson reassures you. he always does. you forget he deals with impossible cases like you all the time. “i’ll hold it and you suck in the smoke, for now, okay?”
you nod fervently. okay, this is okay. you can do it. you can have fun. 
his fingers caging the joint now reach towards your lips. you look at the burning paper and the green stuff inside it, then look at him for some sort of go-ahead. he doesn’t break eye contact. neither do you. you slowly put the end in your mouth, sucking in the smoke, like he told you to do. your eyes keep searching for his approval while his… they just take in the sight in front of him. 
you blow it out. the earthy, bitter aftertaste in your mouth. wilson stares at you, agape. 
he mutters a quiet good god before bringing the joint back to his own lips. you stare at them shamelessly.
“okay this time, suck in some air with your teeth and push it deeper… if that makes any sense.” he demonstrates as you watch him, committing every move to memory in order to emulate it perfectly. 
he brings the blunt to your lips, more careful this time, more focused. you revise the instructions in your brain and follow. the weed starts to hit the back of your throat, choking it. 
you cough out the smoke. wilson, being the doctor that he is, rushs beside you. his strong arms wrap around your body, he rubs your shoulder in soothing circles. 
“there, there. just breathe. exhale.” 
you nod amidst more coughs, making sure he knows you're listening. obeying. always. his hands begin sliding lower down your back, reaching the middle before they flex. his conscience slipping in, stopping him from moving further. you take a big breath. your head spins, falling back on wilson’s chest unknowingly. 
and he doesn't mind, as long as you don't. he smokes again, presses it against your lips again. slower this time, he whispers. you do, boring into his eyes. this time you're able to do it. this time the weed permeates within you. your shoulders relax a bit.
the to and fro continues. with each passing second, the tension grows thicker and thicker. every second you glance away from wilson's big, brown eyes is accounted for, remembered. all the moments you've taken away from him, all the moments the two of you could spend doing this, everything. 
he teaches you, he guides you. his eyes stay fixed on you, your swollen lips and how they kiss the end of the blunt. each passing second your body melts further into his, just the way he likes it. he hasn't moved his hand, he hasn't stopped embracing you. one hand on your waist, the other dragging the blunt from his lips to yours. 
“you're a natural.” he remarks.
“i am?” 
“almost as if you've done this before.”
you let out a soft chuckle. 
“i really haven't, doctor wilson.” 
you had to… you had to break the immersion didn't you? you had to ruin this perfect moment by reminding him of what you both were. wrong. unethical. wilson looks away, his expression unreadable. he feels you looking at him, thinking, adoring. 
his lips vibrate, his body aches. despite the smoke and haze, never had things been so clear, so simple. all laid out in front of him. never had it been so confusing, the line between love and lust blurring indefinitely, turning into the smoke coming from the burning joint, enveloping the two of you, bringing you so close. he felt the heat radiate off your skin. hot. it burned. everything burned.
for you, the lines were always blurred. they were unclear from the moment you accepted this job, from the moment you started this silly crush on your married boss. it was always deeper, always soul crushing. it always burned.
wilson brought the blunt close to his lips as you watched him move for the first time in a few minutes. nothing in the world seemed to be as important as his lips at this very moment. so pink, so perfect, so painful to witness without kissing. 
mouthful of smoke, wilson comes impossibly close. your eyes close involuntarily, afraid that if you see this sight you may never be able to live without it. he takes that as an invitation. his lips touch yours with utmost sensitivity. you tilt your head, giving him access, permission. and he takes it. 
your mouth fills with smoke, it pushes on your throat. but you swallow. you can't pull away now, so you swallow like a good girl. your lips move on their own. you can barely process wilson's weight on you, his hands on you, his tongue entering your mouth with feverish intensity. your hands move everywhere, anywhere. you have to feel it all, soak it all in, because this might be a dream, this may never happen again. but its happening right now, and it is impossibly better than you could have imagined. 
successfully out of breath and rock hard, wilson pulls away. the sight of you catching your breath, your chest heaving up and down, your lips swollen, wet. if he could freeze time, this would be it. he runs his hands through his hair. unbelievable. 
he puts out the blunt before he dives back in. he can't physically pull away. it's too much. like a moth to a flame, like metal to a magnet; the pull, the attraction, it's maddening. at this moment, nothing hurts. nothing's real.
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lavena · 4 months ago
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Ita certainly something alright
I don’t watch house md and I never will but I’m very interested in what those two old gay men have going on
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housemdork · 6 days ago
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house md rewatch: 2x15, "clueless"
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"love will make you do wrong" oh i'm sure.
this is one of those recaps where i'm definitely just reiterating what the writers were putting down, but it's so insane that it bears in-depth repeating imo.
please believe me when i say this rewatch project's goal is a wholistic view of the entire series. yet, with that in mind, you can imagine the stress i feel when what seems like an episode devoted entirely to unpacking intimate interpersonal relationships has hilson as the fulcrum. and not just hilson - equal character development for both house and wilson as the domesticity shenanigans unfold.
that's not to downplay the patient story - it's crazy, and i'm kind of obsessed with it. the zebra factor is probably way off the charts, but i love the extra sherlockian vibe and the confirmation that house md can, in fact, do shock value without throwing entire identities under the bus (@ 2x13). all that plus the horror movie opening? golden (lmfao).
from the top, then. look at his triangle ass stance here:
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we can safely say, i'd argue, that 2000s audiences were supposed to laugh at how much wilson cares about his appearance; i'm laughing, too, but in a 2020s Woke Queer Way. and house lasts just one night with wilson crashing on his couch before he says that this won't work; his domestic sphere has been invaded by someone he doesn't know how to account for, at least not in this capacity. one of the things we know about house thus far is that routine is immeasurably valuable to him.
it also kills me how devastated wilson is to hear that house wants him out, along with his sassy retort about house's hair, or "what's left of it." gagged.
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this entire episode is based on the (heterosexual) domicile. it also devotes a lot of time qualifying the patient and his partner, bob and maria, as Sexually Freaky (tm). they upend traditional notions of marriage, partnership, and sex through their kinks/bdsm, including consensual noncon sex. the team leaps to the initial conclusion that bob's sudden suffocation comes from repeated history of rough sex, which is quickly disproven.
maria and bob's sex life absolutely boggles everyone's minds...except for cameron's lol. the growing fluidity with which she treats relationships as some of her convictions adapt (not dissolve! just shift!) is really interesting to me, like it interests chase, too lol.
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2x15 persistently deconstructs maria and bob's personal lives until its full ugliness is on display (while unforch being a little kink-shamey, but we can look past this). despite their insistence that they're happy, maria is secretly poisoning her husband. despite their pristine home, what takes place in there is only thinly disguised intermarital violence. cameron's bet on their happiness falls flat on its face, and house md argues that a frontward functional relationship will always be plagued with deeper issues.
those issues are not represented visually, however! let's contrast the 2 major sites of domesticity in this episode:
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foreman's remarks that maria and bob keep an impeccably clean place contrasts with wilson's general opinion of house's apartment. over the seasons, we see house's place in various states of disarray, though it's chock full of his personality and history, whereas maria and bob's place is just cold, 2000s chic. this reinforces the subliminal distance between maria and bob and captures the degree to which wilson is invited into house's personal life.
next i want to tackle the emphasis on food, poisoning, and choking in 2x15. i thought it was a silly bullet point in my notes until i actually sat down to right this (like literally in this moment!). after repeatedly arguing that bob was poisoned with heavy metals, house eventually lands on the theory that maria is behind it. it's not until the end does 2x15 reveal that she's been dosing his food with gold (don't ask me the full name lmfao), scarring his lungs over time.
meanwhile, in stuffed pepper, pancake, salad, and sandwich land:
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house pretends to find the bell peppers stinky but takes a liking to the rest of wilson's cooking immediately. no poison to be had here. in an outwardly dysfunctional domestic situation, food sharing (however reluctant) is a net positive. wilson's final note warning house off his lunch is closer to a joke than a formal warning:
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if it's not clear, i'm casting house as maria and wilson as bob in this off-kilter domesticity parallel, and a subtle but brilliant example of this comes at the very end. while maria is taken away in handcuffs, house rushes back home on his motorcycle. while foreman and chase inform bob that maria was trying to kill him, wilson sleeps soundly on house's couch. viewers are also treated to al green's "love and happiness" in the background, with the very poignant lyric: "love will make you do wrong."
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everything about house/wilson and maria/bob is reversed, along with their respective "wrongs." 2x15 is funny and crazy enough to suggest that house deleting the message about wilson's apartment is symbolically akin to maria killing bob slowly over time. look how they both gaze upon their domestic partners - one with faux guilt on their face, and the other with faux annoyance:
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i've spent all this time building to the following argument: in pretending that he hates having wilson around, 2x15 subverts the assumed happiness brought on by a heteronormative domestic space. as much as maria pretends to love bob, house pretends to hate living with wilson. maria tries to remove bob from her domestic (and from this earth lol) while house tries to keep wilson around. we spend an entire episode unearthing how sinister a sexually charged heterosexual marriage can be, only to arrive at the house and wilson dynamic of it all.
i'm not even strictly hilson posting here, just highlighting how bizarre it is in that 2000s network tv decided to deconstruct heteronormativity, however intentionally/unintentionally. it's not my fault that wilson has to make everything about sex. and that every moment of this episode is about sex except for the moments spent between house and wilson.
lastly, one of the concluding scenes between house and the fellows is a nice example of audience/house solidarity, something the entire show does subtly throughout to get us squarely in his headspace. the four of them are ruminating over what could possibly motivate someone to kill their partner, which cameron seems especially appalled by.
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in response, house makes a slew of interesting deductions: "maybe she just got tired of being married. didn't want to admit to family and friends that the marriage everyone thought was perfect wasn't."
i call this house solidarity because we know for a fact that he's talking about wilson's situation...but who within his marriage? we never meet julie (which, apart from the unfortunate fridging, i think is a good narrative choice), so we don't get her side of the story or understand if/how she's been open about her and wilson's separation. all we know, and all that house cares to know, is that wilson's marriage isn't perfect.
this next bit is informed by my hilson brain, but there's been a subtle thrill in house in the face of wilson's separation. i get the sense that he hopes he's talking about wilson here, that he hopes wilson got tired of being married because things (in the aforementioned heteronormative relationship!) are imperfect. and, as if to secure this hope, he deletes the message about the apartment while looking especially smug.
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this line of dialogue also does some work in acknowledging wilson's vulnerability. like the patient in 2x14 suggested, we can't be afraid to look stupid. by nature of showing up at house's door, he's admitted that things aren't perfect. that's their give-and-take; wilson lets house in emotionally while house lets wilson in physically. given house's reliance on routine and privacy, this is an equal exchange.
here's my actual final note: why can't wilson realize that he has a real love language? FOOD! and acts of service! you don't just have to sleep with everyone you love! there are other ways to express these things! you literally had a spoon at the ready for house! and you seem so secretly pleased when he doesn't hate the taste!
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i'm still watching the show but uhh can i request hilson? my favorite trope is fake/pretend relationship so... maybe something short where they kiss just to piss someone off and they end up in a full blown make out session? or literally anything else as long as you have fun writing!!! ily!!
“that would mean someone would actually want to date you with your caustic personality,” chase pointed at house with a pen in his hand.
the team had been debating the dating history of a patient, and somehow the conversation had devolved into house’s dating present.
house kicked his feet up onto the table and motioned lazily in the general direction of wilson’s office. “i’m already in a relationship.”
foreman rolled his eyes. “whatever twisted friendship you have with wilson doesn’t count.”
house scoffed. “we’ve been together for years.”
“as friends, sure. we’re talking about dating. and no one would want to date you. especially wilson. he knows you too well to date you,” chase continued.
cameron finally looked up from the files she’d been skimming through. “wilson wouldn’t even kiss you, let alone date you.”
house glared at the team, squinting his eyes as if they were a puzzle he was trying to solve. then, without a word, he stood up and marched out of the office. the team scrambled to follow as house moved with purpose directly into wilson’s office.
wilson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as the door banged open and he caught sight of the look of determination on house’s face. house motioned with the crock of his index finger for wilson to come closer, and wilson got up without hesitation.
using the handle of his cane, house snagged wilson’s hip and yanked him closer. the look in house’s eyes screamed a challenge, and, glancing behind house, wilson caught a glimpse of the rest of the team standing in the doorway to his office.
oh, here they go again. wilson had no idea what was about to happen, but if he knew house the way he did, he knew there would be no backing down until house had won whatever little game he was playing.
when house leaned in and crushed his lips against wilson’s, wilson clenched his fists and then released them a moment later.
house smirked against wilson’s lips as he felt wilson’s hands settle on his waist as he relaxed into the kiss. it was way too easy to slide his tongue into wilson’s mouth. it was even easier to draw out little breathy gasps from wilson’s lips as house explored wilson’s mouth.
maybe they’d done this before and house couldn’t remember. or maybe wilson just trusted him that much and he was smart enough to put two and two together for whatever game house was playing with his team and was kissing house as if he’d done it a million times before.
either way, kissing wilson was too easy. and a little bit… addicting.
house moved back a step, breaking the kiss before he got hooked. but wilson followed; chasing house’s lips as if he simply couldn’t resist. and damn, it was even easier to fall back into the kiss now that the weakness had been discovered.
this time wilson led the kiss, gliding his tongue slowly and teasingly over house’s lower lip before dipping into house’s mouth just enough to brush against house’s tongue. house shuddered and let out a groan. wilson chuckled against house’s mouth but didn’t break the kiss.
in the back of house’s mind, he dully realized it had gone beyond a kiss and had turned into full on making out. but he didn’t care. not when wilson’s hands had moved to either side of his jaw and he was kissing house passionately with a hint of desperation that was almost dizzying.
the need to breathe was burning up house’s lungs, but god he didn’t want this to end. just a few more seconds. just a little longer to taste the hint of coffee in wilson’s mouth from his morning cup of coffee. just another moment to memorize wilson’s mouth.
when he broke the kiss, gasping for air and holding onto wilson’s chest to keep himself stable, it felt like the room was spinning. he glanced over to the doorway to gloat about their very ‘real’ relationship, but the underlings had already disappeared.
“looks like you made your point, whatever that was,” wilson panted out.
house couldn’t even remember what the point was anymore now that he was staring at wilson’s mouth as need burned down his throat. “shut up,” house muttered, unable to resist the magnetic force anymore as he closed the distance and attached his lips to wilson’s again.
now it was wilson grinning into the kiss, but house didn’t care. as long as wilson continued to kiss him with that same toe-curling intensity as the first kiss they’d just shared.
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pirulated · 2 months ago
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Hi!!!!! You have somehow found my blog! Here's some info about me:
-Name: Yael :)
-Gender: genderfluid >:D
-Pronouns: I'm pronounfluid but usually I use he/they/she/xe!!
-Sexuality: gay
I AM A MINOR PLEASE NO WEIRD STUFF AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD NO DONATION ASKS I CAN'T DONATE
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Fandoms (get ready, there's a lot of them):
-Good Omens
-AmRev
-Wtnv
-Mcga
-Pjo
-Mcu
-Hunger Games
-Epic the Musical
-Hamilton
-Tadc
-Destripando la Historia (DLH)
-HOUSE MD
-Alien stage
-tbhk
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Some specific characters I'm obsessed with:
-Kevin (wtnv)
-TIRESIAS TIRESIAS TIRESIAS
-Telemachus (I blame @i-love-telemachus for that)
-All of my ocs (they occupy my brain)
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Music:
- 🎶Green Day🎶
- 🎶MCR🎶
- 🎶Fall Out Boy 🎶
- 🎶The Muslims🎶
- 🎶David Bowie🎶
- 🎶Linkin Park 🎶
- 🎶Will Wood and the Tapeworms🎶
- 🎶DLH🎶
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DNI:
If you are an exclusionist of any kind, unless the people you are excluding are nazis. Also if you're a nazi. Or a trump supporter. Or Trump.
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Pic above was made by my friend @annualwallrocket who is literally house and apparently I'm literally Wilson so they made this for me
Also they told me to say
Wilson cat =Fucking cat
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Gay wrongs tournament, quarterfinals of the major bracket
Propaganda:
For House and Wilson:
Literally the most insane couple of all time from medical malpractice the show. They’re best friends, they live together, they’ve drugged eachother, they make stupid bets together, they manipulate each other, they ride off into the sunset together. They’re Sherlock and Watson, they’re the best doctors in their fields and you’d never want them anywhere near your medical care.
Medical malpractice <3
For Will and Hannibal:
Ive previously only heard the term "murder husbands" refer to hannigram so it feels flitting. The whole series culminated with a murder they did together bathing in blood. 
The show and ship that coined murder husbands. It’s in the text in s3 from a journalist side character. They do Many murders either together or as a message to each other. Usually this involves turning the dead body into an art piece. The show ends with them killing a guy together in a slo mo scene backed by porno music.
They're both batshit and manipulative.
ALRIGHT so they're not canonically together but it is HEAVILY implied and they have some sort of fucked up psychosexual obsession with each other. in the later parts of the show they start committing murder and cannibalism together and they're soooo unhinged but it's awesome
kill people for each other. maim each other. kill people together. most batshit insane metaphors. send each other to jail. ruin everyone’s lives. someone can probably say this better than me but these gay people are insane
Literally THE murder husbands. They kill for each other. They've tried to kill each other. They're canon in all but name, like the homoeroticism between these two is the driving force of the show.
one time hannibal folded a guy into an origami human heart
They are in love and they kill and eat people. They are called Murder Husbands in canon.
The original murder husbands (literally, that's not just their ship name, they get called that in canon)
The show begins with Will working for the FBI and trying to catch Hannibal, but because Hannibal is so intrigued by the way Will is able to see the world and the motives behind the killings so easily, it becomes a game of Hannibal isolating Will even more from the people around and seducing him to try and kill. By the time Will starts embracing the side of him that Hannibal sees, he starts oulling back and trying to distance himself so that when the time comes for Will to fully embrace himself and Hannibal, no one really suspects what they have planned. 
hannibal literally does murder as courtship and it works bc will is also a fucked up little guy
I'm actually quite offended they aren't included by default (joke). They are THE murder husbands!!!!!! (mod note: they should have been, but I wanted to see how many submissions they'd get. They got 19, making them a little more than 6% of total submission count).
do i have to say it. they literally get called murder husbands IN THE SHOW
There are 3201 works for Hannibal on ao3 tagged Murder Husbands. They are the ogs, they are the pioneers we owe it all to them.
THEE murder couple. You know it. I know it. They commit crimes at each other as courting and then commit crimes together and then fall off a cliff to wash up somewhere and live on to serve cunt. Get referred to as 'murder husbands' in canon. What more do you need
Hannigram were literally called Murder Husbands in canon, they are the og, they are THE blueprint. They were gay as hell and comitted so much murder so many crimes. THEY RAN OFF TO EUROPE TOGETHER.
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chariisma-check · 22 days ago
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first blood in the bayou session recap
so two of my friends decided to run a coc session based on blood in the bayou (which i haven't seen, so no spoilers!!) and i'm here to talk a bit about it. however, this post WILL potentially contain blood in the bayou spoilers since i think we're playing through the plot, but i wouldn't know so warning just in case
campaign credits to just roll with it!!! and again potential spoilers for bitb
my character: monrowe "magnolia" la stone, a jazz singer at a club named tiana's palace in new orleans. she moved out of galloway as soon as she saved up, and makes some mean gumbo. she's upper-middle class bordering on upper because of the people she interacts with at the club, and is really into the occult/folklore of new orleans
friend 1's character: paradox wilson, the only one that stayed in galloway. he grows pot
friend 2's character: anthony wilson, forensic scientist and older brother of paradox other characters (bios from one of my dms):
brady: the dumb dude who gave monrowe her ride to galloway
richie "rat" sanders: a kid younger than all by a few years, looks up to the wilson brothers and sometimes buys pot from paradox
cash: the wilson dad
caroline: the mom
bucky: the dog monrowe took in
billy(?): the quickstop cashier
officer dudes: policeman. a deputy i believe, but everyone is just used to calling him officer instead
session recap:
i arrived at galloway via a car driven by a friend of a friend (named brady, but pronounced braddy) who didn't know what a trumpet was and is a really big fan of the band "ba⚡️nd"
monrowe and the two brothers she's running a dnd session with (paradox who grows weed and anthony who is a forensic investigator) head to the supermarket to buy some food. a stray dog follows us who i recognize from my childhood. i buy him steak and name him bucky
birds fall out of the sky?? out of nowhere?? and the police don't believe me that it was random and all anthony can tell is that the birds are hella dead despite the fact they're literally cut in half
i go home and wash off bucky (who was covered in mud) and paradox and anthony go look for richie. richie has turned to goop and traumatised the fuck out of the brothers
when the wilsons return to the house monrowe is hosing down bucky and have a cook-off with caroline, the wilson mother. the wilson brothers are still traumatised and don't really eat
we all tuck in for the night
i am so so excited to see where the rest of this goes!! it's my first coc session as a player and not a dm, and i couldn't ask for a better party <3
@t4ckie-j4ckie @chocoisbored @radioactive-mammothade @/our other dm
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theoneandonlyh1yenathegreat · 3 months ago
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Decide what I write:
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★After disappearing of the internet for years, I spontaniously decided i want to get back into writing, and i thought, why not let the people decide what they wanna read,
★- Notes at the end,
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-Robotics-
Stanford Pines x (Any gender) Reader (With a Metal Arm)
★-Plot- You met Ford in another dimension and lost your arm fighting alongside him, too. In the heat of it all, jumping from dimension to dimension, you make yourself a temporary replacement, and god, it was faulty. Breaking at any small twitch and move. But it worked, and that was all that mattered at the time.
But coming back to the human world, your arm didn't cut it anymore, and taking it off and fixing it or even remaking it yourself proved to be a struggle.
★-SFW-
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-Just shut up and let me help-
(Post RE 5) Albert Wesker x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- If somehow Wesker doesn't die after falling straight into a volcano and gets rescued by none other than the umbrella coopration.
Now half dead half alive getting treated by some docter? Scientists? Who just doesn't want to put up with his ego nor his attitude.
★-SFW-
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-Unwanted roomate-
(MAZM) (Ghost) Edward Hyde x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- you've been saving up for years, just to buy this stupid old house smack down in the middle of London. It was any aethstetic Pinterest Boards wet dream. And honestly, you couldn't blame them.
Pissing away all your savings on buying this house, you weren't moving out any time soon, even if you wanted to. So when "strange things" started happening, you kinda just... Had to put up with it...
★-SFW-
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-Miserable looking christmas, but at least you're not alone-
Gregory House x (Any Gender) Reader x James Wilson
★-Plot- Another christmas, another night you'd have to spend alone in your undecorated mess of an apartment.
Instead of the same depressing predicament you go through every year, this time, you decided to stay late at the hospital. Running up and down the halls double, triple checking up on patients. That's is until you bump into Dr House and Dr Wilson on their way out.
★-SFW-
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-Fun little suprise-
Gregory House x (Any Gender) Reader (With Hidden Piercings)
★-Plot- Having to stay late to go over invitory isn't ideal. Especially since you've already had a long day, running around the clinic because some outbreak decided to drop one random tuesday.
You swore the only people who were still in the hospital where you, maybe 2 nurses, total? And dr house, who's been throwing a ball at the wall for the past hours. The wall that directly connects his office and where you currently sat.
★-SFW-
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-Gotta blow of the steam somehow-
Gregory House x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- You're a nurse at Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital, and somehow, by some divine intervention, every single patient you've been getting recently is either treating you like you didn't go to medical school for 5 years or like you're a literal walking piece of trash.
Worst part is as a nurse, you can't do much about it, besides find ways to let that anger out after work.
★-SFW-
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Small note before I continue:
-These following fanfics are written about the characters the wrestlers play,
-They're all safe for work(sfw),
-But if a wrestler (that is shown here) said that he's uncomfortable with fanfiction, please tell me, and I will take it off this list,
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-From partner to mentor-
Jeff Hardy x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- After an in ring incident left you seriously injured, you ended up not being able to wrestle professionally for over 2 years. And 2 long years away from your passion made you realise you've grown quite rusty. And ring rust is no joke.
Wanting to get back into things, you seek help from an old tag team partner and a close friend, hoping he might be able to help you.
★-SFW-
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-You're not so bad after all-
Randy Orton x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- Jaguars and vipers are sworn enemies, similarly to you and Randy. Though, while enemies, you seem to have an awful lot of similarities.
For instance, a much worse, common enemy. John cena.
Facing off against cena in a tag team match and Randy's Tag team partner was put out of commission last minute, only person available? You.
★-SFW-
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-Homies-
Cody Rhodes x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- (maybe i got this idea from Triple H and Shawn Nicheal. Maybe i didn't. You will never know.)
It's a reflex for you. Any of your friends would say you've done it plenty of times. A small peck on the cheek is almost your signature. Your way of showing excitement. Celebrating even.
So maybe your friends group wasn't shocked when you kissed cody after scoring a win by his side. But everyone else definitely was.
★-SFW- (idk maybe a little suggestive? How suggestive is kissing?)
(ngl this prompt fits m!reader more but oh well)
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-Honey... Is that box dye?-
Adam Edge Copeland x (Any Gender) Reader
★-Plot- It's the early 2000s, it's no suprise a lot WWE stars are dying their hair. Whether it's to stand out or it's for some kind of character development, the locker room was full of dyed heads. Most done professionally by licensed professionals.
Though, from time to time, some wrestlers got impaction and opted to dye their hair themselves. And god it was showed...
★-SFW-
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Notes:
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★- If you do want me to write something from here, you could comment or request it the normal way,
★- (Any Gender) could just be a Gender neutral reader or a Gender you request,
★- Besides this, my requests aren't open yet,
★- I will make a request rule list(I have no clue what they're called) soon, probably right before I open my requests,
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