#oh i'm the trenches

[theogonize]

house and you as pill/smoke buddies is on my brain rn mhmmm...

it probably starts when he catches you on the roof, blunt in hand, sighing into the void. your lab coat is abandoned on the sill. hard day at the hospital, child patient. couldn't save them. you know this is a high stress job, emotionally draining and you've never been good at coping. so there you are. some diazepam you swallowed down thirty minutes prior already in your system. must've kicked in already. house see's you and he's instantly intrigued by the arch of your back and the curve of your hips. perfect in those tight pencil skirts you wear. he doesn't know you but he's dying to figure out.

"i think you've stolen my spot." he clambers up to you. he's surprised you hadn't turned when you heard the cane. were you so deep in thought? you turn to look at him. register him. disheveled looking older man, 5 o'clock shadow, piercing blue eyes... and so you're type. you try to recall who he is. definitely a physician from the absence of a lab coat. is this the infamous...

"dr. house," he states. obviously the speed of your reaction, or lack thereof had intrigued him. your pupils were dilated and your breathing was irregular... though you might attribute that to present company "and you should not be this high while still in the hospital."

you breathe out the smoke you inhaled with a slight smirk. it makes him smirk too. you turn your back to the view and face him and subsequently eye his frame. he returns the favor, a lot less suggestively then you were. but of course he can't hold you to it, the way your eyes flutter is mostly because of the weed. heavy, intoxicating eyes. something tells you he doesn't mind it.

"don't tell. i'll leave in a minute and you can have your space back" you say.

"i said you stole my spot... who says you have to give it back?"

you smile and scoot over, tilting your head slightly gesturing him to join you. he pops two vicodin innocuously but you notice.

"damn, you swallow your pills dry? you're a sociopath" you giggle.

"i thought you as a doctor would be careful throwing around serious medical terms like that" he says, feigning an accusation. there's something about the intensity of eye contact you're holding. you've just met the guy and there's wayyy too much sexual tension in the air.

"not in the psychiatric department so no one can hold me to it," you say, blowing smoke in another direction. some part of house wanted you to blow the smoke right at him, not breaking the mutual eyefucking going on at the moment.

"how else did you get the lorazepam you've taken?" he asks, a sly tone like he has you all figured out. this was just a question to get you to spill the beans about your department. god you made him so curious. rarely had he seen a hot young doctor brazenly smoking after, presumably, taking a little something something. one so open to converse with an old man whose in her business.

you chuckle at his self assuredness.

"wanna take another guess?"

house uses this to shamelessly eye you. you're well put together, great sense of fashion. nice proportions. your body, not the outfits... he'd prefer you without them surely. no tremor. no injury, so no usual pain medication. you let out a heavy sigh and house darts his eyes towards your chest. great rack, he thinks, almost like he's going to put it in this mental patient report he's creating.

"hmmm, haloperidol? you don't strike me as the psychosis type though... i don't see anything indicating you inject yourself with ativan. diazepam?"

"you know your anxiety medication, doc," you smile. he sighs abashedly. god he's hot. something about that rasp in his voice, good god, paired with the vanity radiating off his skin... it does something to you. you finally introduce yourself, partially because you need him to call you by your name in the same raspy, smug tone.

"pediatric pulmonology..." he puts a hand to his chin, scratching his stubble as if contemplating something serious, "it's always the childcare specialists trying to overdose on the hospital terrace. dont blame you, if i had to deal with those parasites i'd want to kill myself too."

you shoot him a look. your sure you dont need to tell him the stakes of the job, the weight on your soul when a child with an obvious chronic and fatal condition comes into intensive care. the cruel hand fate plays on a mere baby. "kids are a product of their environment." you put plainly. you look away into the distance. "and i'm not trying to kill myself. not yet anyway." he stops prodding, obviously he's ticked you in some way.

"are you trying to kill yourself? doctor house?" you stare at him now, and then move your eyes to the almost empty bottle of vicodin.

"oh, i'm an addict. an addict whose due for a refill." he puts the bottle at eye level, as if examining a test tube. you can't help but give a defeated smile at his bluntness. you stare off into space again. a hollow silence follows. you don't dare look at house once.

"you mind if i take a hit"

his question catches you off guard. there's an earnest in his blue eyes. almost as if involuntarily, almost hypnotized, you hand him the joint. your fingers brush as if on purpose. your breath hitches again. and house notices, coloring his eyes a different shade of vain. he puts the blunt to his lips, your eyes follow his every move with heed. the pink of his lips soon emit the familiar smoke. he looks you right in the eyes as he blows it onto your face. you bask in the smoke letting it cloud you. cloud your judgement for a split second as you lean forward. for a kiss? maybe but

house puts the blunt to your lips this time, dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. you look up at him through your lashes, eyes blown out wide. he's so tall, even with his cane. he lets you intake the smoke for a second longer than you like, maintaining the intense gaze on you. there's a kick in your stomach. maybe it's something. maybe it's nothing. maybe you're just high. but you swear you've never been wetter.

[blanchebees]

Welp, here it is, written proof that nobody can draw fanart at all.

If you are drawing anything but the photos they posted themselves, you may get reported.

Basically any artistic rendition or creative liberties is not allowed.

They don't want us to create anything, even cosplayers could be subjected to this because technically it's misinterpreting Vessel because he wouldn't dance to gangnam style or stroll in a forest.

(this was an email sent to my artist friend btw)

[emrlden]

I wanna draw more fullmetal alchemist!!

[bakudekublogblog]

talking to normal people about mha is always so enlightening because someone told me they didn't like season six and i was like???? THE BIBLE??????? YOU DONT LIKE THE BIBLE??? BAKUGOU KATSUKI RISING?? THE APOLOGY??? THE CHASING AFTER HIM TO FIGHT SHIGARAKI, THE REVEAL KATSUKI HAS BEEN WORRIED ABOUT IZUKU, IZUKU'S FERAL RAGE WHEN KATSUKI IS STABBED, KATSUKI BEING THE ONE TO FIND IZUKU AND THEN THE ONE TO BRING HIM HOME??? YOU DONT ENJOY THE SACRED TEXTS?? and then i'm like oh right not everyone is a fujoshi high on that sweet, sweet bkdk yaoi

[wykart]

The elder men spoke low. They took a vote and said no. They turned around real slow. Where did they go? Where did they go? And the question oh, the question: can the kid keep his eyes, if the fire doesn't die? They said no.

They Took a Vote and Said No - Sunset Rubdown

[tinderbox210]

The Carja Huntress and the Tenakth Soldier

[youwillfindilluminating]

I feel like this could go either way on whether Karen is wearing Frank/Matt's clothes here... like the shoulders on that jacket are definitely Karen-sized, but when on earth would she ever wear a green henley??

Maybe she's opting for more comfortable clothes the older she gets... or maybe these are her depression clothes...

Either way, this is the same outfit as the behind-the-scenes photo with Charlie and Jon!

[hickeygender]

1917 - dir. sam mendes / mental cases - wilfred owen

[dreams-and-honor]

rolling my eyes through this to/ji imagine post and then

Yes, we know how he can be with other women as well, but let’s just pretend he isn’t always a cheating bastard

EXCUSE THE FUCK OUT OF ME????

[funkyphonophorae]

yeah "character goes to their archenemy's house out of desperation because theyre severely injured and have nowhere else to go" is fun and all. but "character goes to their archenemy's house because theyre bored and frustrated and they dont feel they can be open with anyone else" is such a fun iteration of the trope

[lloydfrontera]

the way the webnovel will have lloyd feeling like a tiny dog caged with a lion when he's with alicia, make him get goosebumps and chills the entire time they're talking, an ominous feeling as he realizes what his future looks like and then have him make a half-hearted remark about her looking nice in the right light,,,, only to immediately after in the very next chapter have javier walk with him late at night, falling into step with him naturally, the way they have done for years, and have lloyd confess to javier his true feelings, how scared he is, how thankful he feels for having javier, how he wouldn't have come so far without him and then telling him to be careful in the battle to come, to not go too far and to not get hurt. effectively making his last true conversation before going to his 'death' be with javier.

like. one of these is supposed to be the canon love interest at the closest they've ever been to each other and the other just his very good buddy that he wanted to grow old with and is planning on sacrificing his life for

three guesses on which one is which and the first two don't count

[theliterarywolf]

...

So... You know how I've been going on and ON with trying to push the notion that 'once you have a creation out in the purchasing/industry wilds, you can't act like a dipshit teenager anymore'?

To the point that some people probably find themselves wondering 'why won't this bitch shut up about this already'?

Do you want to see a perfect case-study of WHY that notion needs to keep being pushed?

If so, all you have to do is look at the current state of BookTwitter/BookTube/BookTok!

Because how the FUCK are you telling me that someone MADE IT! They had a book ready to drop! They had gotten their $175,000 advance. THEY! HAD! IT! MAAAAAADE!!!

...Yet they had to pull some middle-school drama bullshit and have all their ship fandom friends make a platoon's worth of sockpuppet accounts to review-bomb people all over GoodReads!

And not even properly cover their tracks, oh my GOD!!

[bell-swamp-fitzjames]

[pochapal]

the nhs loves to gradually publish every single one of your blood test results over the span of a weekend except for your egfr. this is because they are evil tormentors <3

[stuckinakillingjar]

germany ball without wusiala and the best goalkeeper in the world tomorrow how do we feel!!!!! 🗣🗣🗣

[merakiui]

I would love to read more about your Octavinelle aquarium captivity idea, if you were to ever turn it into a fic 🥰

Aaaaaa I would love to!!! I'm happy to know you would be interested in reading more of this concept. Funnily enough, that plot is loosely based on the plot for a yandere merman oc of mine. <3