#my perfect ending

[atomicradiogirl]

a hilson endgame finale rewrite of the house 6.22 ending

[Cut to House, just entering his apartment. He throws his keys down and limps down the hall and into his bathroom. Turning on the light, he stares at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He pulls down the neck of his t-shirt and glances briefly at the bloody bandage there, then puts both hands on the sides of the mirror and bows his head in pain, both physical and emotional. He looks into the mirror again and sees a dying Hanna staring back at him. The music stops. He jerks the mirror off the wall and throws it into the bathtub, where it breaks. Behind the mirror is a hole in the drywall, and in that hole, are two bottles of Vicodin. House takes the bottles out of the hole and sits down on the floor, leaning against the tub, and breathing heavily]

[Shaking with pain, House stares at the bottles in his hands for quite a long time. He puts one bottle on the floor and clenches his fist around the other pill bottle, willing himself to resist. The music begins to build again as he struggles with the pain. He finally pops the lid off the bottle and spills two pills into his left hand. House turns away from the mirror, and in that moment, Wilson appears in the doorway. There's a quiet understanding between them as they share a glance. House, trying to mask his vulnerability, raises an eyebrow at Wilson.]

House: You here to give me a pep talk, or did you just miss my charming company?

Wilson: (smiling) You wish. I heard there was a limping genius in need of some supervision.

[House smirks, attempting to play it cool, but there's a subtle warmth in his eyes.]

House: Well, I'm at your service.

[Wilson steps closer, the air thick with unspoken words. There's a shared history and camaraderie that transcends the room. Wilson reaches out, gently placing a hand on House's uninjured shoulder.]

Wilson: You know, you don't always have to carry the weight alone.

[House, looking into Wilson's eyes, feels a moment of connection. The room falls into a contemplative quiet. The tension between them is palpable, and without another word, Wilson leans in, pressing his lips against House's. It's a tender kiss, filled with understanding and the unspoken acknowledgment of shared burdens.]

[As they part, House looks at Wilson, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. Wilson, with a soft smile, breaks the silence.]

Wilson: You're not alone in this, House.

[The moment lingers, the weight of their unspoken bond lingering in the air as they stand in the quiet embrace of understanding.]

[House, still caught in the gravity of the moment, lets a rare vulnerability slip through. He looks at Wilson, a mix of gratitude and something deeper in his eyes.]

House: Yeah, well, don't go getting all sentimental on me, Wilson. It's bad for your reputation.

[Wilson chuckles, his hand still resting on House's shoulder.]

Wilson: Too late for that, I suppose.

[The room is charged with a newfound closeness, and House, though uncomfortable with sentiment, appreciates the unspoken support. Wilson glances at the broken mirror and scattered shards on the floor.]

Wilson: Need a new mirror?

House: Nah, I'm considering a change in perspective.

[House and Wilson both look at the pills still in the palm of his left hand. House drops them on the floor.]

House: (smirking) Figured it was time to see things from a different angle.

[Wilson raises an eyebrow, recognizing the subtle admission.]

Wilson: Progress?

House: Let's not get carried away. But it's a start. (also smiling sweetly, yes, sweetly) Maybe we're the kind of messed up that can fix each other.

[House takes a step towards the doorway, Wilson by his side. The last shot captures their intertwined hands, a silent promise of navigating the unknown together. The door closes behind them, leaving the shattered mirror and the remnants of the past behind, as they step into an uncertain but hopeful future.]

THE END

[hansoeii]

only you.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.

[squinkoblinko]

Medic does unboxing (unwrapping) video for youtube

Here’s a clearer ver without filter zzzzzz

[egophiliac]

tsum events continue to be just the best

[frenchublog]

[littlefankingdom]

Bruce Wayne is canonically a very handsome man (he is called a "pretty boy" and he is in his 40s, for fuck's sake), and he is pretty famous as a rich philanthropist who doesn't want to leave his awful cursed crime infested city. So, there must be a ton of people thirsting over him on the internet. Fancams, edits, fanfics and imagines ("kidnapped with Bruce Wayne 😍 by a Gotham rogue"), the whole charade!

And anytime one of the batkids stumbles on a thirst post, they have the most dramatic disgusted reaction, loudly gagging, before sending the link to the batkids chat, because if they must suffer, then they should all suffer. Clicking on a link in this groupchat is like playing russian roulette, and getting rickrolled is a good ending.

[vaguely-concerned]

the strength it must have taken for illario to not immediately go full 'lmao since when have you even had a kiss hello lucanis' sibling violence mode during the café talk. inspirational. rook and lucanis really were doing all that right in front of his salad huh

[starsonablackboard]

are you sure?

[babacontainsmultitudes]

He's a used car salesman. He has a heart of gold. He can't parallel park. He has two gay witch italian dads. He chops the wood. He has a magical talking cat mom. He's an assassin. He isn't an assassin. He's actually the cat from earlier. He's trans (female cat to male human). He's been shot through the heart. He was in Dewar. He was not in the war. He was in Dewar. He's on his last of nine lives. He just had a marble shoved down his throat. He's even bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?

[ninjasmudge]

silly maid shit, late for the maid hype

[lgbtlunaverse]

"Marcille hates all of Laios' freak traits but loves them in Falin" is honestly a really good joke but... you guys do know it's a joke right?

It's such a funny one I honestly find it impossible to get mad at even when people mistake it for an actual truth about the characters but JUST TO MAKE IT CLEAR

THIS is how marcille reacts when Falin is predictably just as enthusiastic about eating monsters as her brother was.

That is not the face of a woman who thinks this trait is lovely and endearing as long as it's exhibited by the girl she loves. That is the face of a woman who is taking 7d8 psychic damage and yet knows deep in her heart she won't like Falin any less for it.

The way young Marcille reacts to Falin eating berries Marcille can't recognize but Falin knows are safe is pretty similar to how she reacts to eating monsters years later, albeit with more fear than disgust. The difference in her relationships with Laios and Falin isn't just that she's attracted to Falin, it's because the Touden siblings, while similar, are in fact different people. Not just genderswaps of each other.

Also, I think you all already know this, but just to say it: she doesn't actually hate Laios for any of his freak tendencies either. He's one of her best friends. She's just a lot quicker to be outwardly exasperated with him while she's quieter about it with Falin.

[felixeis003]

Almost forgot to post this here!

[mari-thesapphic-lady]

quality is terrible but LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL SHE IS!!

[egophiliac]

tsum events really are just the best, huh

[midnightrings]

Kate and Anthony - first dance vs. dancing as a married couple