#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

[georgiasbrainstuff]

I know that Oscar is seen as someone who isn't very emotive, but every time I see him (outside of the car) he is either a giggling mess or has never experienced joy in his life. Or both. And I love that about him.

[egophiliac]

tsum events continue to be just the best

[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

[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?

[arcanegifs]

Here are some Season 2 Arcane GIF comparisons before and after I color and sharpen them! | Season 1 Comparison GIFs

[iwantoceans]

My brain everyday

[plagueislost]

“its like a museum in here…”

[silvertherogue715]

Yippie more O' Medusa drawings!!

Probably one of my last big batches for a while :')

@naffeclipse, happy early birthday and i hope you enjoy your blorbos!

Previous art of these two: First - Second - Third - Bad end

EDIT: absolutely kicking my feet and giggling over every single comment/tag you guys leave THEY'RE SO SWEET THANK YOU SO MUCH

[kendalroys]

"I was rather hoping you would say that." My Lady Jane 1.08 "God Save the Queen"

[ninjasmudge]

silly maid shit, late for the maid hype

[vaguely-concerned]

thinking about not only the specific people lucanis pulls in to represent the 'locks' in his psyche, but the storytelling that happens in the structure/order of them. the underlying ideas are presented something like:

the lucanis who went into the ossuary never came back out again; he died down there (the boy caterina raised is gone forever) -> you're putting yourself in danger doing this (by being close to me), you should leave because I can't bear it if you get hurt because of me -> it doesn't matter even if we do try this, it won't work anyway (again because of me) ('you know what he's like, you can open the door but he won't walk through it' :'( oofie doofie) -> what if the real secret is that there was never anything but the monster in here from the beginning. you should leave, there was never anything here worth saving in the first place. (implicitly: what if I deserved what happened, all along.)

it runs pretty cleanly from outward-oriented attachment anxiety ('caterina won't even want me back like this, she won't recognize me (the same way I no longer recognize myself)) and gradually deeper inwards until we reach self-image and self worth. or you know, the harrowing basic lack of it lol.

"careful -- they'll know we're not right," spite says in one of their first scenes... but clearly, some very deep part of lucanis has feared or suspected for much longer than that that there's something inherently not right at the core of him, way before any demon entered the picture. and the voice he gives those lines to is the person who should know him better than anyone in the world, who he has loved more than anyone in the world -- and who deliberately chose to hurt him so horrifically anyway. 'It's better if I'm just a monster and deserved what happened than it is to allow for the idea that the brother I love doesn't really exist and maybe never did'. it's better if he's fundamentally flawed in some way that needed fixing to help him survive, and that's why caterina chose to hurt him again and again -- out of love. (this one I think he might have a very sad wakeup call on one day if he ever ends up with the responsibility and care of a child of his own in some way and realizes just how alien the idea of ever intentionally hurting them for any reason is to him. oh buddy. also interesting that he keeps caterina as the outermost lock -- there IS a distance he keeps there that he hasn't with illario. he doesn't resent her 'anymore' he says, but he also keeps her carefully further away from his deepest self.)

as far as I could tell the only note in the mind prison that's fully hidden and needs to be uncovered is the sad painful helpless stupid little truth that even after all this, even knowing what happened... he still loves his brother. is there anything illario could ever do that would make lucanis completely stop loving him, do you think? sometimes the trouble with unconditional love is that it is, well. unconditional, even when some terms and conditions probably would have been in order haha.

that's the pattern you see there again and again; he would rather destroy and abandon and imprison himself at every turn than let go of love, even when it's just scraps, even when there's only ever enough of it to hurt him. it's only when rook shows up and as it were takes his hand and walks along with him that he can entertain the idea of changing the story of what walking out the door might mean in the end.