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still there.
pairings: gn!reader x zombie!simon riley
warnings: mentions of disease, infections, gore, violence, alcohol and the occasional cigarette.
genre: angst, hurt/no comfort, go be happy elsewhere.
this is my first fic and by the time itâs posted, iâve probably proofread it a million times, but feel free to correct my English as itâs not my first language and iâm not very confident.
It was the 360th day after the outbreak. Or was it the 361st? You couldnât remember anymore. What was the point in counting the days after the most miserable, dreadful tragedy had struck and taken away the one you loved the most? You smoked one of your last cigarettes from the stockâhelped take the edge off things, you told yourself. But did it ever? No.
Not when you were sat on a chair in front of the door that led down to the basement. The basement in which you still kept Simonâor whatever was left of him.
Simon. Simon Riley. Your Simon. Your Si. Your husband. The man you promised to outlive the world with.
âWe are going to kick the worldâs arse together, love.â Simon would whisper in your ear as he spooned you in bed. You would pretend not to hear him so he would keep talkingâhe was never much of a talker. But he liked to whisper sweet nothings when he thought you couldnât hear him.
You stared at the wedding band on your finger, worn and still stuck on your phalange, though it was quite clearly too tight for you. How would you get it resized anyway? You took another drag. You heard a creak, the clankings of the chain and a grumpy grumble downstairs. Simon.
He was a veteran. After a severe injury during a torture session, which Simon never recovered from, he was honorably discharged. It took him years to even bring it up. Years to heal from it enough to open up to you about how much it hurt. To let you hold him through a nightmare about that night, his arm turning limp in your lap as if his tendon had been cut all over again, as if his arm was mangled again, his forehead, his scalp and the back of his neck and his back in general all drenched in a cold sweat. He wasnât crying, but he was clearly disturbed, his whole body unresponsive as he leaned paralyzed against you, eyes wide as he stared into nothing with a haunted expression on his face. You just held him until he snapped out of it. Startling him out of it, as gentle as you were with it by poking him, would only make him gasp like he had come up from the ground of the ocean after a long swim; he wouldnât speak; only shut down and go back to sleep with his back turned to you. And he wouldnât speak to you the next morning.
Simon was infected early on into the outbreak. And you could never leave the house without him. You could never leave him. Never. You promisedâyou swore.
âDonât go, please, Godânot you too, please, pleaseââ Simon scrambled out of bed as you got up from the mattress. He had a nightmare, he wasnât entirely himself. Simon would never act this way. No; he had too much decorum. He was too reserved. Too afraid to let himself be known on a deeper level than simple pleasantries. âI need youâI, I need you. Donât leave me. Please.â He pleaded, nearly falling off the bed as he grabbed at whatever body part of yours he could reach first to pull you back towards him. His eyes were so full of tears you didnât even think he could see straight. He wobbled in place, unstable, dizzy. But you couldnât leave him.
âI wonât. I promise, Simon. I just need to refill your water bottle. Do you want to come with?â
He was sick that night. Coughing like a madman, sweating, unable to breathe. He was scared. Tossing and turning in bed. As the days went by, he became less and less agitated. The fevers got higher, rendering him only half-lucid half of the time. He was bedbound for two weeks before he turned. He didnât suffer, though. On the last two days, he was so feverish that he passed out. The color draining from his face. He was dying, and he was unable to give you any last words.
Those days were over. In a sick way, you were conflicted. On one hand, to your satisfaction, Simon wasnât suffering anymore, but on the other, Simon wasnât there with you anymore. Not really. Not entirely. You werenât completely sure. It looked like Simon, if only a little bit. He was still muscular, tall and handsome as your husband always had been. The scars had changed; they had gotten uglier. Like black, decaying tissue that littered his skin, which previously had a pinkish, cool undertone, and now looked like nothing in particular. It was a grayish, sickly purple. Like no blood flowed through it, like no semblance of life was in it. Like a living corpse. His hair hadnât grown in nearly a year, it was the same as you remembered; that shaggy haircut that you had pleaded Simon to change, but he swore it made him charming. His beard was still the same, short blond stubble, although dirtier and more unkempt.
And God, the eyesâthe once beautiful brown eyes, that looked like pools of the sweetest honey in the summer sunshine in the late afternoon. Lifeless. Bloodshot like they would implode at any second. But there was no blood flowingâof course there wasnât. He was dead There was no other color on his face. His complexion was pale and sickly. There was no color on his lips. The freckles looked blueish on his skin. If there was any blood flowing, you would have noticed at least a little bit of color, you figured.
Rationally, you knew, he was dead. Gone. He didnât remember you. He didnât know his own name; at least not until you called it. He would make a full body turn if you called him his full name, âSimon Riley!â, all angry as if you could ever be mad at him, and yet you knew deep downâit was nothing. It wasnât Simon. It was a muscle memory response, devoid of any meaning. He didnât understand what those words meant.
But God, was it hard to believe he wasnât there. You watched him throughout the day sometimes. Checked on him. Brought him food. As if you would hear a soft âthank youâ in his Mancunian accent. As if he would give you a kiss on the cheek if you made his favorite meal to please him. He didnât. There was no whisper, and there was no kiss on the cheek with those chapped lips that you begged him to moisturize. He just stared at it with a hollow hunger. Like he was hungry but couldnât feel hunger. Because he was dead. And eventually, he crouched and ate it with his bare hands like some kind of animal.
You are watering a dead plant, a rational part of you told you, seeing your husband that way. So careless, so animalistic in a way Simon could never be if he were still alive. He wasnât some refined bourgeoisie asshole, but he had manners, at least. Simon wouldnât act this way.
Heâs dead. And you knew it was right. You watched with tears in your eyes as he ate up the food you made him with his bare hands, spilling and dirtying his grimy hands like a toddler who couldnât hold a spoon properly. Simon would never. He didnât like you touching his face to wipe away crumbs. Heâd gently push your hand off his face, grumbling about how he was âa big boyâ who could wipe the crumbs off on his own, in front of a mirror. He would never be caught dead like this. Yet there he was, you supposed.
You rushed upstairs and left Simon to his own devices in the basement, which you had worked tirelessly on to convert it to a bedroom. You gave him an old, creaky bed even if you knew he didnât need to sleep anymore. You cleaned the basement from time to time. All to make him comfortable. As if he would notice.
You slammed the door shut and locked it from the outside, then the two padlocks and the lock you had placed to bolt that door to the ground.
Damn itâdamn the world for taking him away and leaving you with this husk of who he was, a shell of his former self. This God forsaken decoy of Simon, that still smelled like him. Like gunpowder, cigarettes and neat whiskey. His favorite cologne was still on that fucking sweater. His favorite sweater, a black turtleneck that clinged to his waist just right. It was filthy now.
You could watch him all you want. Watch him idly stand in the middle of the basement and stare at nothing, watch him try to pull on the chain that you attached to his ankle so he could be free to eat you alive. But it was never the same.
Sometimes you would be able to make out words that Simon would say a lot, being grumbled clumsily by this doppelganger of your husband, which was falling apart where it stood. âJoâhnny.â âCaptâain.â âRogâer.â âCââopy.â âLâlove.â âLoâvie.â âWatch.â Sometimes it would laugh exactly like Simon did. Sometimes it would say some strange nothings, as if trying to tell you something. Sometimes, if it heard a familiar sound, it would mimic Simonâs mannerisms as if practicedly. If the safety of a gun clicked, Simon would pull out an inexistent gun and pull the trigger, or pretend to assemble and reload a rifle. If a phone rang, he would wait for the third ring before reaching for his pocket and picking an imaginary phone up, the way Simon did when he was there, grumbling something about âif theyâre calling despite being ignored, it must really matter,â calling it filtering his calls. If the microwave rang as you were heating up food, he would grab an imaginary dish and pretend to burn himself with it as he stubbornly never wore gloves to pick up boiling hot dishes. The stunt double had gotten him down to A T.
And the worst part was that it was enough for you.
It was enough for you to install traps all around the house, keep Simon strung up in your basement and throw down meals for him, sometimes live animals for him to tear up like a starving wild dog.
Simon had tried to bite you more times than you could count; but you had forgiven him each and every time. You didnât hold a grudge. You told him you still loved him. You told him he was still your Simon. That he was beautiful. You wept as you asked him not to be afraidâas if he felt anything at all. You didnât know if he did. In your head he did.
You sometimes heard him beg for help as he babbled incoherently, his Mancunian accent alive and well, his voice and speech getting worse and worse each day. He sounded more incoherent as the days went by, more animalistic. The words slowly became animalistic nothings, growls and grumbles that meant nothing. He was rotting from the inside out, decaying and perishing right before your very eyes. The longer you waited, the more the virus consumed what was left of Simon. Each day he smelled worse. You bathed him, of course. But it didnât go away, the stomach-turning smell of rotting flesh. You tried to get him to brush his teeth, but nothing could mask the smell. Not even if you bathed him in his cologne.
But the fact that the zombie looked like him and sometimes sounded like him was enough for you. Putting it that way, it sounds sick, but it justified all of the work you had put in. It was enough to keep you hopeful, keep you thinkingâor rather, fooling yourself into thinkingâthat there was still a way to bring him back, enough to keep you praying on your bedside each night, begging to have your Simon back. You were absolutely confident he was still there to some extent. That it was just a matter of time before someone found a cure and you and Simon would be free of this hell.
Free to kick the worldâs arse together. The way he had intended. Until then, you were rotting in this farmhouse. Until Simon came back to you. Until your last cigarette was finished. Until the last tooth decayed and fell from his putrid mouth.
#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#zombie!ghost#post apocalyptic#gn reader#hurt/no comfort#pain#angst#mac in his feels
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figure skating set right now please. thanks
#project sekai#pjsk#prsk#emu otori#proseka#tsukasa tenma#nene kusanagi#rui kamishiro#wxs#wonderlands x showtime#GUYS I AM PUTTING OFF WORKING ON MY COSPLAY SOMETHING STUPID. im tireddddd i like sleeepingggff i want to play and drawwwww#after work âI literally ate a giant bowl of mac n cheese and climbed into bed. lifestyle choices of a 9 year old#anyways i want figure skaitng set. bad. PJSK HAS A WEIRDLY LOW NUMBER OF ACTUALLY WINTERY SETS... like 3. kind of.#i have some thumbnail sketches but im kind of stumped on composition for them. my idea was a nene focus set#(IF HER NEXT FOCUS ISNT PHANTOM OF THE OPERA THEMED INWILL DIE. BADLY. THEYRE GOING TO AN OPER AHOUSE. PLEADBR)#originally my idea was for nene to be biting a medal i was very sold on it bc i love nenes competitive side#however her outfit is so nice i want it to also be part of the art .. its heavily inspired by that one iconic eunsoo lim dress#from her somewhere in time program iirc. im really undatisfied with emus dress tbh my origimal idea was to give it a phoenix look#but a lot of the firebird/phoenix skating programs have very sleek dresses and i want emus to be fluffy. the balance is hard ..#and since i want her program song to be once upon a dream from sleeping beauty i swerved to make it look a bit like auroras ? but again#it definitely feels like the weakest of everybodys ... maybe i just love her too much and want her to look the best. sorry wxs.#tsukasas outfit is supposed to look like a shooting star. easy. program music moonlight sonata 3rd movement like from dazzling light. easy.#actually i like takahashi daisukes moonlight sonata program its a medley of the 1st and 3rd movement.. i think the calm at the beginning#is best. maybe smth like that.. for his card inhad him doing a haircutter spin but again. the outfits good i want the outfit visible. damn.#ruis the one im very set on even now. girl why are you so phantom of the opera.#it has a lot of beautiful programs to reference but the outfit i didnt really have any solid reference i kind of just balled#my main idea was to make it look a bit like both christine and the phantom.... gender Fluid.#my yapfest... i should be SEWING!!!!!!!!#despite my yapping im not that well versed in figure skating i cant really distinguish jumps i just like it . and medalist#i only do normal skating. bc i played hockey for like 7 years LOLLLL inlove skating though Heart.
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normal guys in a normal relationship (giving you a not very convincing thumbs up). macdennis doodles from this week :)
#macdennis#macden#iasip#dennis reynolds#mac mcdonald#it's always sunny in philadelphia#everytime dennis touches mac in that weird touchy way of his i throw up a lil. gayboy#they are.. looking at skin mags. btw. i didn't draw it completely but there is uh. well.uhm. suggestive things you can zoom in on i guess#drawing charlie in that angle with no beard really got me. like who is that. if he ever shaves i'll probably think they replaced him#i already feel physically ill when i have to forgo mac's beard. they hatecrimed me when they had mac clean shaven tbh#i'm like the biggest deffender of so many decisions made. except for that.#STOP MAKING ME LOOK AT HIS BARE CHEEK?!?! it's like he's naked
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and if I said that dennisâ insistence on being the breadwinner/provider despite literally being a pampered princess who dgaf about traditional roles of masculinity in every other regard (aside from ego) is because his mom only stayed with/chose frank for his wealth and dennis is highly aware that heâs difficult to love and unable to show his emotions openly so he has to be contributing something to the relationship materially in order to feel like heâs worth staying for⌠and mac grew up with parents who were extremely ambivalent to him and eachother so he has to overcompensate by proving his worth at every given moment and seeking praise/validation from people (and religious icons) who will never demonstrate the same amount of dedication to him but he has no idea how else to desperately keep himself close to those he loves other than by eroding himself into something theyâll approve of⌠dear god theyâre both exactly what the other needs â someone who canât and wonât leave them even if they try â and they donât even see itâŚ
#dennis thinks heâs losing his edge and mac thinks heâs perfect anyway#mac feels like no one in his life has ever needed him enough to stay but dennis canât stay away#IM ILLLLLL about these men from the worldâs stupidest sitcom#sorry if this got a little freudian I donât LITERALLY mean it in the sense that mac/dennis are seeking something that reminds them of their#parents (gross) (although pretty character accurate to the SINNED system)#but rather that our childhoods teach us what we should expect and look out for in life#and it never really leaves us#this all stemmed from me contemplating MADMTTS and how it wouldâve made way more sense for mac (high energy adhd) to be out in the world#and dennis (bpd anger issues) to be indoors free from the triggers of the world#but they INSISTED on mac being housewife dennis being breadwinner#same as their little battle over supposed roles/dynamics as hugh honey/vic vinegar/brian lefevre etc#you are two queer men why on earth do you care about sticking to heterosexual gender roles#but it was never about the gender roles it was about what they self-assign their value toâŚ#mac and dennis#mac mcdonald#dennis reynolds#iasip#itâs always sunny in philadelphia#its always sunny#macdennis#macden
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#frank reynolds#iasip#always sunny#just to show my thought process on the 'hmm which frank is th most deservedly unconscious' for that rb'd post#he's catatonic in th hospital but its on a bed which makes it feel too normal#in th booth its a good pose but he's awake and talking to th twins#sanitizer frank is obviously hilarious bt hes writhing around n it so....doesnt feel right#him on th ground w sausage links coming out of his pocket is so funny but hes just ACTING like hes dead....#poison i went w he is @ least fully unconscious @ th time of photo evn tho he is halfway outta th frame#plus being on th floor trumps everything (xcept maybe th 'carousel')#was hard to choose!#screencap#sweet dee has a heart attack#charlie catches a leprechaun#the gang gets quarantined#mac and charlie write a movie#the world series defense#n e 1 else remember some? only othrs i can think of is th gang replaces dee w a monkey waking up on th bar#nd wen hes on acid in th trash can on th ground n th gang gets invincible#nd maybe gang turns black waking up on th couch but....none of those r worthy imo#frank aes
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Multilingual đ
Fuyuhiko: its beneficial to understand when rivals are talking in secret
Sonia: diplomacy is easier when you speak their language too
Hajime: duolingo library forced speedrun
Akane: worked in customer service
Kazuichi is just more of a Language of Numbera guy đ
#Fuyuhiko kuzuryu#Hajime hinata#Kazuichi Souda#Sonia nevermind#Akane owari#Sdr2#Super danganronpa 2#Danganronpa 2#Danganronpa#super danganronpa 2 goodbye despair#If Fuyuhiko and Hajime need to talk something sensitive they can switch to Italian#Hajime and Sonia can talk in Novosel together (and often do when she's feeling homesick)#Everyone but Kazuichi speaks fairly fluent English lol but he can sorta keep up (he knows mechanic speak better than anyone tho)#Kaz gets jealous and wants his own Hajime language. They end up with broken Swedish or something obscure like that#An art#First time I've had the danganronpa art spark in a WHILE feels like#Japanese isnt exactly heavy in swear words so I imagine it feels good to let out a little CURWA MAC every once in a while#(That's probably not written right lol sorry polish ppl)#Any errors in writing are because. I had to look it all up
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His heart belongs to another
And no other heart will do
#no other heart by mac demarco : D#I drew this a couple of days ago because i was feeling crazy and i just love the idea that#these two should be great together!! they should!!! but#theyre not together#theres just . theyre missing something#and thats okay!!! its not meant to be#and theyre friendship is very valuble to both of them!!#their* fuck my baka keyboard#trolls#yall are gonna be mad about this one i feel it ...#i think we all know who jds gonna end up with now right ...#i just gotta .. draw them more đ#i actully have the perfect ruveal i just have to finish painting it#urrgg i HATE painting#trolls oc#trolls oc cory#trolls movie#trolls john dory#trolls jd#john dory#jd ex husband#oh uhh i imagine this feels like a new years thing. or something#something that happened like right after they reconnected#before floyd and cory started going out#on god one day im gonna put all my tags lore into a post#i just shy đ who wants to read all this in a caption#not me brother!! I'm not reblogging that shit!!!#and im not finishing this cause i dont wanna give false hope đ#although jd dating sim ... is pretty real#i would love to do endings with all his exs
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If past wukong met up with the current Macaque :3
#I feel in the past wukong called mac by his other name all the time! đĽş#monkie kid#lego monkie kid#lmk#sketch#lmk art#lmk au#roasted marshmallows au#my art#shadowpeaches#shadowpeach#shadowpeachshipping#monkie kid shadowpeach#lmk shadowpeach#liu er mihou#lmk sun wukong#monkie kid sun wukong#sun wukong x macaque#macaque x wukong#monkey king x macaque#macaque#monkie kid macaque#monkey king#lmk macaque#six eared macaque#I gave them paws >:3c#tho itâs kinda hard to tell pffft XD
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Opinions on Charlie woobification? Also, do you think the fandom woobifies Dennis (too much)?
A few people have sent me asks about my thoughts on Dennis being woobified in the fandom and Iâve failed to answer them (sorry). Not for lack of interest on the subject, itâs just hard to answer. I think, though, answering this Charlie question in the same ask might make it easier to explain my thoughts on this.
When we talk about the fandom weâre generally talking about the people here, a couple hundred people on Twitter, maybe some Instagram stans(?) and tend to ignore the million (1,000,000)+ people on the subReddit and the huge chunk of people on Facebook and casual Twitter who are constantly, continually pushing a narrative that these characters have no depth, and thus their characterisation is what we see on the surface and nothing more. I think the one time itâs probably important not to ignore those people as fans of the show is when it comes to woobification.
Because at a surface level, the people who are consuming this show as a comedy and making posts that exhibit their takes/opinions on these characters to the majority of people portray the characters very simply: Charlie is an idiot and the best member of the Gang, in every sense of the word, and Dennis is a mere representation of toxic masculinity to a psychopathic degree. And those opinions are the loud majority.
So any discussion in our minority section of the fandom that woobifies Charlie or Dennis operates within and on top of the general narrative of the public perception (âface valueâ) of the characters. Woobification of Charlie, then, almost always further infantilises the majority of his traits to contribute to the idea that heâs not a bad guy and doesnât deserve the position heâs in in life, while woobification of Dennis mostly works to counteract the idea that heâs a cold-blooded psychopath.
In a way, I think you have to woobify Dennis to a degree in order to properly understand his character (and Glenn makes that clear). Do some people take it too far? When it gets into the realm of genuinely somehow believing heâs not a bad person, absolutely, but in over a decade of Sunnyblr posts, I think Iâve seen that conclusion once, maybe twice. I really donât think any post thatâs diving into how Dennis' actions reflect his insecurities and trauma is ever speaking ignorant of the rest of his character, and that normally seems clear to the majority of people because rarely, if ever, does a dive into Dennis woobification cause fans to understand the character worse than they understood him at face value.
Whereas, with Charlie, you constantly do see this. Posts and threads and fights between fans arguing up and down that Charlie is better than the rest of them: heâs the smartest, actually, he means to do good, he shouldnât be lumped in with the rest of them as sexual predators... People in this fandom genuinely argue that you are a *better person* if youâre a Charlie stan, that Charlie ships are softer, more moral, than toxic Dennis ships. The result of Charlie woobification seems to often make people less media literate about the character (and the show as a whole if weâre being real) than they would be if they just watched at face value.
Theyâre all morally despicable characters.
TL;DR: Due to the face value perceptions of the characters, woobification is an almost necessary tool for better exploring and understanding Dennis under his surface, while it really only exacerbates an annoying surface-level understanding of Charlie
#all that to be said. if youre woobifying for shitposting and fun have at it#slap cat ears on all those men#But ill say it clearly#the deepest truest understandings of Dennis you will see are from people who dip into the woobification of him#the most shallow worst understandings of Charlie you will see are from his woobifiers#dennis reynolds#charlie kelly#ask#if you wanna apply this to Mac and Dee just sub Charlie for Mac and Dennis for Dee to a lesser extent#also sorry idk if my answer was clear but no i dont think the fandom woobifies dennis too much#at least from what i see.. its just enough#but i see how it can be jarring to walk into deep exploration threads on dennis' trauma#with no acknowledgement that hes a terrible man#trust we all know it and are speaking from that#it just doesnt feel necessary to state
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heyyy dennis why do you only get invested in the romcom idea when it becomes mac telling his gay gayass love story. answer quickly
#just had a mac finds his pride and gang gets romantic double billing. i feel more dead and more alive than i ever ever have#why would they put them back to back. can they die#iasip#macdennis#dennis reynolds#gif#+
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12Jul24
Three hundred and fifty-six days Since last we saw Harry on stage, But tonight a duet! For Ms. Nicksâ Hyde Park set, And a Songbird whoâs now flown away.
#larry#harry#harry styles#stevie nicks#bst hyde park#the sun tipped us off that harry would join stevie nicks on stage during her bst hyde park set in london tonight#the fandom was a frenzy waiting to see if it would actually happen#things were pretty well confirmed when the usual suspects started to appear#spotted on the vip platform: rob stringer; kid harpoon and wife jenny; chloe burcham and gemma; tommy bruce#shit got real when we got a photo of harry side stage#jeff was seen with him#(worth noting here that irving managed fleetwood mac at some point)#there were reports that lloyd was there and that pham was taking photos on stage#the presence of the harry parliament made it feel HS4-y#but harry seems to have been there simply to support stevie for an emotional performance#it was christine mcvie's birthday#she passed away in 2022#harry paid tribute to her with a custom ss daley hand-embroidered songbird pin on his ss daley suit#the embroidery is green and blue#the songbird pattern is inspired by an 1800s lithograph and an accompanying scarf shows four different birds#and while it may not be explicitly about larry ...#i can envision harry's smirk when asked which of the four birds he wanted stitched on the jacket#they sang stop draggin' my heart around and landslide#there was also a super cute moment when harry slipped a 'it's coming home' into the mic#not unlike his husband recently#and harry is rocking the beginnings of a skullet mullet#which i'd like to see him fully commit to#limerick-hs#july 12#2024
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listen I honestly think wilson really enjoyed that little arc where he was cooking every single one of houseâs meals. I know heâs houseâs main source of food anyway but usually just via âstolenâ/bought lunch at work. Iâm talking about when they lived together in season 2 and his ass made macadamia nut pancakes for breakfast on a WEEKDAY. and pot roast for dinner. so much effort and for whatâŚbecause house was gobbling that shit upâŚ? yes he complained about it every time but he also had an extra fork on hand when house came home to stuffed peppers. it feeds into his need to be needed complex. the intimate dependency of someone relying on you for sustenance. also why they used food as the metaphor for why house was craving his presence. this is what I mean when I say that wilson deserved a housewife era. house went stir crazy within like 12 seconds of doing all their chores because he requires Stimulationâ˘ď¸ but Iâm completely convinced that it would act as enrichment for wilson. if I told him to go make me a sandwich heâd roll his eyes and then passive aggressively make a delicious one. actually that literally happened in son of a coma guy. case closed
#that scene where house finally let him indoors after sitting on the porch for several hours#and wilson is like thatâs so mean why did you do that :(#also you didnât even do the dishesâŚ#n house responds like doooont care. whatâs for dinner#& wilson just accepts it đ#cmon I know heâs a pushover but heâs not THAT big of a pushover#he likes it#I honestly think that when they were roomates in s6#house would feign incompetence surrounding domestic tasks#like âoh my leg hurts I canât fix the sinkâ#not for his own benefit#but because wilson is 1. canonically a little ocd (I say this as someone with ocd) about shit around the home#and 2. thrives off of feeling useful#hilson wouldâve survived mac and dennis move to the suburbs#house md#greg house#gregory house#hilson#house/wilson#james wilson#hatecrimes md
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forever thinking about dennis pretending not to hear the chirping & getting increasingly irritated/angry at something else instead (pool drain) vs mac being tormented by the chirping and repeatedly asking dennis for confirmation he hears it too & not understanding how he doesnt. the international implications. its how they deal with their feelings for each other I'm SICK
#im so bad at wording things this is probably incomprehensible#i just watched mac and dennis move to the suburbs and am having big feelings ok#forgot about that whole part of the episode. so ill thinking about mac tormented by his feelings for dennis wondering if dennis feels it too#vs dennis shoving it deep down inside and refusing to acknowledge it for even a moment#*&$*/*%($*%ÂŁ$(*&*^*%*%* eating glass#iasip#macdennis
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ummm first time becoming self conscious about the way you act with your best friend because of some middle school bullies :)
#iasip#always sunny#charmac#charlie kelly#mac mcdonald#fanart#mine#i watched âcloseâ nd had some pain#but yeah ofc my brain was like 'i can make that charmac' h8 myslf#mac macdonald#im not good @ dialogue it feel ooc to me but iv ben like staring @ this for days i just need to post it#for th record i dont think mac wd giv a shit abt wat bullies think of him. bt he'd still get n his own head abt it#like hed nevr thought of their relationship tht way b4#nd th possibility alone scares him#1k
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"I AM Johnny! I don't know how else to tell you!"
#oh boy that text looks too big huh. oh well!#anyway I think the context that dennis IS johnny is better bc that is his 'mac is in love with me' face. which i will also gif now#iasip#iasipedit#sunny sweet 16#anyway yeah im feeling really normal thanks for checking#my gifs
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what I wouldn't pay to see mac punch holes into the walls of the suburbs house as he's tasked with fixing something he doesn't know how to fix and meanwhile the only constant in his mind is how much he misses dennis
#iasip#it's always sunny in philadelphia#always sunny#mac mcdonald#do you vibe do you understand what im saying#those holes covering the walls of the living room speak to me deeply because he looks so calm in the episode. in fact it's dennis that -#gets the freakouts. but the wall is covered of mac's ones. we just don't see them. he didn't go to school for it.#and so they're hiding all the trash in a room and all the mac n cheese in the closet to not deal with it. and mac's still kicking the#monkey under the counter to not deal with it. hide and deny. he Doesn't know how to fix things. he wants to. he tries. he can't#no one notices the fire starting in his room until you open the door#i feel guilty all the time for my thoughts and urges#everything i do i do for you#to the point of complete self destruction that drags BOTH down#analysis
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