#or even James Cameron

[impercre]

@eclipsecrowned and I decided to try and crunch the numbers on Jodo's Dune. And-

[loumandivorce]

heartbreaking: the worst person you know just made a great point

[v0idwraith]

David Szymanski: in my game i have invented the Iron Lung as a cautionary tale

Billionaires: at long last, we have created the Iron Lung from classic horror game Don’t Create The Iron Lung

[glossglamour]

GUYS .

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[thankstothe]

the way this is played straight

[babyboywilson]

if you're still taking hilson requests, one i frequently think about is everyone else observing house and wilson. watching as their weird friendship turns into something undeniably more ('you two LIVE together??' 'what do you mean you and house had dinner last night?') but both of them are like. ? nuh uh wdym

chase watched as house and wilson walked into the hospital together, arms brushing against each other as house uttered something and wilson titled his head back and laughed. nothing house usually said was funny enough to make any of the team laugh like that, but wilson was beaming as if house was the world’s funniest comedian. shaking his head, chase moved to follow them. “did you two meet in the parking lot or something?” chase asked as he handed over a file to house. the older man took the file and gave chase a withering look. “we carpooled like we do every day. obviously,” house replied. chase froze and watched as house and wilson got in the elevator together and the doors closed in chase’s face. carpooled? how long had house and wilson been carpooling together when they lived on opposite sides of town?

cameron scrubbed her hands over her face, scrubbing the exhaustion from her eyes knowing it was going to be a long night. house was in his office, bouncing his ball against the wall as he pondered their latest case. from the corner of her eye, cameron caught a shadow moving outside the office. a few seconds later, wilson appeared in house’s office and walked towards the older man. house tossed wilson the ball and wilson caught it easily. “we can cancel dinner if you want to stay here? i can get some takeout for us to share instead,” wilson said. cameron watched as house shook his head. “you got the reservation weeks ago, and i’m starving,” house said. wilson snagged house’s cane from the wall and handed it to him. “let’s go then,” wilson said with a soft smile. cameron watched as wilson grabbed house’s jacket and held it out for the older man. a second later, house poked his head into the office. “going out,” house announced, and then the two men were heading out of the office; wilson holding the door open for house. cameron turned her gaze towards chase with a raised eyebrow. “did you see that?” she asked. chase shook his head. “see what?” cameron cast her eyes back towards house’s office. “dinner reservation. wilson holding the door for house. looked like a date to me.”

foreman could’ve sworn he was hearing things. he had to have been. there was no way… right? house was in wilson’s office, tapping his cane on the oncologists desk but not in a harsh way. it was gentle, as if he didn’t even realize he was doing it. “are you sure? i thought i put it in the laundry hamper yesterday morning,” wilson said. “well it wasn’t in the dryer last night and i was cold,” house grumbled. wilson chuckled, shoving the base of the cane off of the desk as he stood up. “i’ll bring one of my other sweatshirts over tonight and you can use that one, alright?” wilson offered. house sighed dramatically and moved towards the door. “it had better be as comfortable as the mcgill one,” he threatened, a hint of fondness in his tone. “it is,” wilson replied. house moved into the hallway, almost bumping into foreman as he did. house whacked him in the shin with his cane. foreman startled. “stop standing there with your mouth hanging open, it’s very unappealing,” house said. foreman darted his gaze towards wilson’s office, then to house, then back to wilson’s office. “are you and wilson… are you living together or something?” foreman asked skeptically. house rolled his eyes. “how else do you think we carpool to work together?” house asked as he walked away.

foreman, chase, and cameron sat in the office with their heads hung low. “they have to be dating, right?” cameron asked. “date nights. sharing clothes. living together. it’s more like they’re married,” chase pointed out. “either it’s new and they’re screwing with us. or it’s old and we’ve all just missed it,” foreman muttered. their conversation broke off quickly when the office door swung open and wilson walked in. “have any of you seen house?” wilson asked, squinting his eyes and glancing through the main office into house’s office, but the older man wasn’t there. “he’s doing an ultrasound on a patient,” foreman supplied. wilson nodded and moved to leave the office. “hey wilson,” chase suddenly said. the oncologist stopped and looked back at the team. “are you and house dating?” chase asked. wilson looked between the ducklings with his eyebrows knitting together before he burst out laughing. “no! why would you even think that?” wilson said, shaking his head and still laughing as he left the office.

cameron cornered house later that day. “are you and wilson dating?” she asked bluntly, not having believed wilson’s answer earlier. it would be just like house to tell wilson to lie about their relationship if asked just to turn it into some kind of guessing game. house stepped around cameron with a scoff. “you’d hate that, wouldn’t you? it would ruin your hopes of us getting together.” cameron jogged to catch up with house. “not true. and that wasn’t an answer, you know,” she pointed out. house opened his office door and stepped inside. “no,” house replied, and closed the door in her face.

“they’re both idiots,” foreman said the next day as house walked in wearing wilson’s gray sweatshirt. “they’re pining and don’t even realize they’re essentially dating,” cameron added. “we’re going to be dealing with this crap forever. someone just tell them to kiss already and get it over with,” chase sighed as he dropped his head down onto the table.

[holyraconteur]

I’ve been watching Venom and got the idea of a symbiote landing on Pandora, instantly bonding with Spider since humans make easy hosts. However, instead of immediately going on a killing spree, the symbiote becomes captivated by the beauty of Pandora and declares Spider its tour guide. Spider, feeling lonely, confused, and terrified, agrees. What begins as a horror story soon transforms into a slow-paced, heartfelt adventure—Spider guiding this parasite through the alien planet. At the same time, the symbiote, thrilled by its new surroundings, keeps Spider safe. The pair occasionally takes out RDA soldiers because Spider refuses to harm any Na'vi, and the symbiote, disapproving of the soldiers hurting Pandora, takes great pleasure in ripping off their heads.

"Those metal-clad parasites who defile everything they touch with their sharp scents. They hate this pretty planet. I will eat them."

Spider’s chest tightened. He could hear it—the hunger beneath the symbiote’s words. A cold, calculating fury. "I won’t let you hurt the Na'vi," he said through gritted teeth, his voice steadier than he felt.

"I do not care for the blue ones. They do not harm this world like the others." The symbiote’s tone softened, almost indulgent. "You, little one, are the bridge between this world and mine."

Spider blinked, confused. "Wait… what?"

"You will be my tour guide," it purred, its voice filling his head with an odd sense of calm. "You are the one who will show me the beauty, wonders, and life of this planet and teach me about this Eywa."

Spider’s mind spun. "Tour guide?" He could barely keep up. "What are you talking about?"

"You were born here on this planet. Now, you are my guide."

[dav3i]

Don’t mind me

[benoits-neckerchieves]

New Daniel & Drew interview just dropped & they look AMAZING 🥰

[beautyliesbehindthehills]

[sulieykte]

[marc--chilton]

wilson's real nice up until house's new potential love interest actually starts getting close to him Seriously, then he's strategically telling you, as a concerned Best Friend To Greg House, that "if house kills himself because you hurt him, it WILL be all your fault. are you ready to handle that if that happens?"

[thankstothe]

james, what are we accomplishing here?

[wilson-is-a-slut]

season two wilson and cameron fucked

[skxawngonearth]

Frontiers ikran (spoiler)

Frontiers has me in a chokehold atm, and as much as I LOVE the game so far, I can't help but feel we were done dirty with our ikran options.

Like all of these:

ARE IN THE GAME!

And we can only choose from a handful of options at the start :') (Unless you go to the Store™ and buy some ofc)

In comparison, here are 2 of the selectables:

[dirtytransmasc]

Knight!Spider anyone?

Spider who was born within the borders of a great kingdom, to the man that sought its end, who sought to crush an empire, and nearly succeeded. Spider who was taken as a ward upon his father's death, his mother killed in one of the many great battles. the punishment for his father's sins, the consequence that should keep the boy from following in his footsteps; becoming the sworn knight and armed protector to the children of the kingdom — the Sully children.

he was raised with the intended purpose of protecting the Sully's, of being loyal till his last breath, so he could never question the opposite, never take the path his father did. the order was given out of fear and resentment, misplaced anger, and that slowly faded as the boy grew, as he took the role with ease and pleasure.

and he takes in stride.

after years of being raised next to the Sully children, with the intent on breeding good nature between the boy and them during childhood, he was honored and giddy with excitement when his seventh birthday came around, and he was made a page to some knight or another— perhaps it was Tarsem, a knight close to the royal family, the should-be heir to the throne, had his brother not died in battle. he had the loyalty and the position to keep Spider close and be a good influence —even if it meant chores and busy work.

he runs messages around the castles and mends clothes and carries meals. but he also sits close and listens to stories from his knight and feels pride when his efforts against training dummies with his wooden sword are praised. he enjoys the time he spends around the other knights, learning from them, partaking in the rough housing and the training and the stories and all the things of that nature. even his classes, as a knight must be educated.

all the years as a squire, the grueling training, the long hours, the early mornings, the scrapes and bruises, the aching muscles, the hazing of older knights and warriors. he keeps his chin high. he tends the horses (and maybe the dragons too? if we go for fantasy route) with care, polishes the armor, trains against the dummies, gets thrown around by the knights, follows their beck and call... but he always gets up. every morning. every hard fall. every tumble. every collapse of frustration and exhaustion. he gets up. he keeps his smile one his face. he loves it despite the hardships.

he earns his armor, mends his old leather gear, his golden curls in braids, carries his sword. he proves himself. he rises the ranks and above the rumors and through the fears. he proves himself to be loyal and good. he earns respect and reverence. by the time he is reaching the end of his tenure as a squire, he is beloved, or at the very least, respected, by his kingdom. not even Neytiri hold ill-will towards him.

he partakes and tourneys and hunts, through all stages of his journey to knighthood, in different capacities. sometimes he stays with his knight and helps him prepare. sometimes he is meant to watch over his siblings and keep them from too much trouble (Neytiri and Jake are desperate parents at the end of the day), and when he's old enough, he partakes in the games themselves, earning some valor in the public eye, impressing other houses and lords and ladies.

and every moment he is allowed, he spends by the Sully Children's sides. they're his siblings. he took his duty to heart before he was even knighted, when he was just a page or a squire.

he'd stand over them, higher on the hill of the creek bed, alert, hand on his dagger or short sword, depending on his age, ready to take down any foe, even if there was no threat of one.

He is even worse in crowds, or during events, kept close to the family's side, always ready. nothing can soothe him, truly, he just waits, even as his siblings rope him into fun and mischief, part of him is still waiting.

at ten or so, he has an infant, a baby girl, Tuktirey, a fragile little thing, pressed into his arms, arms strong enough to lift a sword and take a life if need be, he has to be careful she isn't hurt by his arm guards, shifting her around softly, before petting his calloused fingers, fingers trained to hold a weapon, over her soft face.

"you will be sworn to protect her, do you understand?"

and he does. he wants to. he would never need to be sworn. she's precious and perfect. even as she pulls at his golden hair and tugs at his armor. that's his baby sister. his responsibility. he'd die for her.

he trains beside his brother's. Neteyam is only a few years behind him, and being a royal, he manages to skip most of the page and squire hazing. He goes through the motions, but it's not as thorough as Spider's training was. he serves his own mother and father. and so does Lo'ak, a few years after him.

and Spider is the boy they train with. had he been a bit older, they probably would have been his pages, and because of the fact that Jake and Neytiri aren't as active as fighters anymore, he definitely takes up the slack in their mentorship (outside of his own knight and the other knights and teachers assigned to him)

he teaches them and duels with them. they spend hours in the training yard. Spider learns their habits and techniques so he can always be a step ahead of them, so if worst comes to worst, he can get between them and their would be target. so he can protect them.

they spend so many afternoons sparring, hour after hour. when they're thoroughly bruised and sore and exhausted, they'll sit in the dust of the training yard and laugh. Spider will critique his brother's, and they'll pout about it. he'll praise them too, and smile when their face's light up.

Lo'ak will ask if they'll be knights together, and he promises they will, they'll be the best knights anyone has ever seen in any kingdom. Neteyam asks him if he'll always be his King's Guard, he promises that he will, and that he'll always keep him safe.

and Kiri is the princess, as odd and quirky as she is, to Spider's knighthood. Spider watches over his little sister and her antics, watching over her in the forest when she wants to go on strolls or rides on horseback. he carries her things for her, she puts flowers in his armor, and flower crowns in his hair. he places his cloak over her when she space's out in the grass. he'd fight if someone so much as looked at her wrong.

and Spider always stands close to the King and Queen when they're holding little Tuk during events, even if their own personal guard, already knighted, stands by as well. he just wants to ensure she's safe. Neytiri and Jake struggle to not look at the small golden boy fondly when he does so. it's nearly impossible. after years of fear of whether or not the boy would be like his father, he had proved them so wrong.

he is knighted young, having more then proven himself, by sixteen, it is made official. Neytiri knights him, as she had been the one to agree to let the infant live within her walls on the condition of knighthood, so she is the one of officiate it. Spider feels no fear when the sword touches his shoulder. or crosses over his head. he just feels bliss.

his siblings, a good majority of his kingdom, his knight, other honored knights, the King and Queen and Queen Mother, even some close Lords and Ladies. they're all in attendance. they all watch him be honored with this title. given his armor. given the cloak that marks his status as a Kings Guard.

when returned enemies return to their gates, he will be his siblings shield, even if the fates demand another life...