#wilson in the real rants

[tragedy-with-a-melody]

I drew this in someone's strawpage the other day. Never used strawpage before, so it was a bitch to use, but I did it. Yayyyyyy. Drew this with my finger. I'm very proud of how it came out. I might use it as a profile pic.

[marc--chilton]

(mgv) house and wilson display courting behaviors and don't even realize it. granted, courting in that sense is out of style and traditionalist so even if they did believe they were doing it, they'd wrinkle their noses (house especially). but like.... house buying them expensive tickets to a thing is an opportunity to grow closer, wilson letting his food get stolen isn't just a show of patience but proof he can be a good provider, etc etc. the amount of times they get mistaken for a couple in omegaverse is, in turn, much greater than it already is in canon

[jameswilsonsupremacy]

i can poke fun at gregory house for gathering up all the kids with parental issues and essentially adopting them (despite going the extra mile to avoid his own) all day, but at the end of it all, i do the exact same thing.

[yufcourse]

ADULT IRIS ADULT IRIS ADULT IRIS

[weezerlvr228]

they look half dead ☹️

[worldsaparted]

makeout session with daniel larusso ?? where it's very sweet and soft and passionate yet heated and heavy at the same time ?? if you're okay with it of course —♡

yes of course! thank u for requesting <3

storage room - daniel larusso

as senior year nearly came to an end, every class became pointless. y/n sat in her own class, sighing in complete and utter boredom as she leaned her head against her arm, tapping her pencil with the other.

mr. wilson loved to go on rants about his own personal life, and he was doing so now - it was around 43 minutes into that where y/n’s view shifted from him to daniel who discreetly yet purposely walked past her classroom window. her eyes widened and her brows furrowed. ‘what?’ she mouthed, watching him point to the indoor hallways.

he fixed his hair, attempting to act natural as he walked by, and he then pulled out a piece of paper that he clearly had just put together. y/n’s eyes scanned the paper, her eyes squinted as she studied it. “meet me.” she read it aloud, in a small whisper under her breath and gave a tilt of her head before reluctantly nodding to daniel who held his hands together as if begging.

“mr wilson?”

so within five minutes, y/n was out of her classroom due to her terrible “period cramps” that she couldn’t seem to get rid of. she held her class books, glancing around in search for daniel and as she watched down the hallway - she was caught off guard by the storage room door cracking open, and she gave an awkward glance over just in case it was a staff member.

thankfully, it wasn’t. daniel fully opened it and held his hand out, pulling her in and shutting the door behind her. his eyes lit up at the sight of her, and y/n gave a quick smile before speaking up. “what happen-”

her question was cut off by daniel’s parted lips against hers, he helped her remove her backpack and placed it by his before continuing to kiss her, gently yet continuously. his lips unable to leave hers.

daniel’s hands met her waist, rubbing her sides as he kissed her, sighing against her lips in pure content. “i missed you.” he admitted, smiling into the kiss and he let out a soft groan once her hand met the back of his head to play with his hair.

y/n wanted to respond, but really - she couldn’t seem to do anything but kiss him back. her insides turned at the way his hands travelled her body, and the way his teeth bit her lower lip in order to give himself an entrance to her mouth.

daniel slipped his tongue in without any hesitation at all, and he was pleasantly surprised to feel hers clash with his own.

something about them nearly finishing their senior year together intensified everything. they were about to go out into the real world together, and nothing excited the two more than the thought of living with one another, being with one another.

he muttered casual i love you’s against her lips throughout the kiss that she reciprocated, and at one point - he did pull back. his hair was now disheveled, and her lipstick was slightly smeared against his lips - though still, they admired one another. daniel fixed her hair, pushing a strand back behind her ear. a smile crept onto his lips, and her face burned at the sight of him gazing at her like so.

this time, y/n leaned in. she pressed a desperate open mouthed kiss against his lips and daniel sighed into it, his hands grabbing her waist firmly before they travelled down to her ass, softly rubbing her and smiling as he did so.

y/n kept her hands firmly around his neck, keeping herself as close as she could. it was heavy, rough kisses that came from both of them, unable to really control the way they felt now. daniel took his left hand off of her to then slip under her blouse, and caress her back until his hand stopped at her bra clip. after a few seconds, his hands continued to roam under her shirt, and y/n’s lips left his to kiss a trail against his jawline, softly.

daniel groaned in pleasure, and he muttered the smallest, “don’t stop.” under his breath, and to that - y/n only continued, making her way down to his neck. he leaned down for her to get a better position. she was pinned against the shelves, and his head hung just over her shoulder, leaning against hers.

she kissed him tenderly, leaving small marks for him and only him to find. daniel wanted nothing more than to be at his house with her, or in his car - but they were stuck here and at that fact, he cursed himself.

he began to kiss her head, making his way down to the back of her neck, and he nibbled there, his hands rubbing her waist firmly, holding her against him.

soon, their kisses were cut off by the sounds of the school bell ringing, and they had both pulled away, groaning and staring at the door before slowly meeting eyes again.

“can i take you back to mine?” daniel asked, breathless. he earned a quick nod from his girlfriend, and immediately, he grabbed their bags, his hand clinging onto hers as he pulled her out of the room, ignoring the glances from their peers.

[stampgwifeyera]

why i love house md so much

while i don't use a mobility aid i do have a lot of chronic pain and because of that i relate so much to house. i think one of my favorite things is the way he'll self harm to distract himself from the pain like in season one when he broke his hand or when he gave himself a migraine or when he would pace around his room constantly to tire himself out even the fact that he uses his cane incorrectly causing him extra pain or how he constantly rubs his left leg (which HAS to hurt) its just so real to the chronic pain experience and i love seeing it.

one of my favorite scenes from the show is in S8 and Taub tells him that Wilson just doesn't want to be in pain and house just yells at him that "LIFE IS PAIN I WAKE UP I'M IN PAIN I GO TO WORK IN PAIN, DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES IVE WANTED TO GIVE UP? HOW MANY TIMES IVE WANTED TO END IT?" its just all too relatable and devastating as house lives for Wilson (and his job) so the fact Wilson wouldn't go through a fraction of the pain he goes through daily for him probably broke his heart. (not that I'm angry at Wilson or smth i get why he did what he did)

another thing too is the way he makes his pain his identity he doesn't want to get help because his pain is who he thinks he is hes scared of getting better because hes become used to being in pain, i remember thinking like that too because when you live in chronic pain you get so used to it you're scared of the change that it getting better would bring you'd rather suffer than change such an integral part of your daily life even if its torture. and i never thought id see something like that on tv but this show actually shows it and i almost cried seeing my experience represented so well.

being in constant pain changes you so much and i don't think a lot people truly realize what it can do to you.

anyways sorry for the rant i just love this show so much!!

[booksandabeer]

Ramblings on Fandom: Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers, Delusional Shippers, and Alleged Misogyny

So with the release of Season 2 of What If…? emotions are once again running high, the outrage is outraging, and people are up in arms about the whole Captain Carter situation. While I do think that some reactions are a little overblown, even needlessly aggressive in tone to the unfortunate detriment of their otherwise convincing arguments, I share the confusion and frustration about the sudden centering of a long-dead & never excessively popular character, the sidelining of the Steve-Bucky friendship, and the as-inexplicable-as-it-is-total exclusion of Sam Wilson as Captain America. However, I’m not here to talk about the show because (1) I haven’t watched this season and have no plans to (why waste time torturing myself with something I know I’ll hate?) and (2) other people have already written dozens of metas about it, so what could I possibly add at this point.

What I do want need to talk about (lest I explode) is something that has irritated me for a long time and that is now happening again: Every time someone even mildly criticizes Peggy Carter, expresses doubts about her suitability as a heroine, or even just questions her disproportionate importance to the franchise post-EG, inevitably a certain section of fans will come out of the woodwork to immediately throw around accusations of misogyny and yell about how we’re all just a bunch of delusional Stuckies who are mad that she got "in the way" of our ship. Sigh.

This is gonna be a long one, so I’ll put it under a cut. Rant incoming. You've been warned. If you don't want to read, simply keep scrolling.

First of all, let me state very clearly that I’m not debating the existence of misogyny and sexism in fandom spaces—or in the media from which these fandoms originate. At all. It exists, it’s a thing, I’m not denying that. Which is exactly why it frustrates me endlessly to see these accusations thrown around as a gotcha! argument to shut down any and all critical debate around a female character. All it does in the end is escalate rhetoric and radicalize attitudes.  

In the case of Peggy Carter, specifically her treatment by Stucky shippers, I’ve always found 'misogyny as a motive' to be a largely unsubstantiated accusation.¹ Now, I neither presume nor do I want to speak for the entirety of Stuckynation, so I will not claim that there aren't corners of the fandom where people discuss her in ways that I find off-putting and deeply unserious, but I will say this: If you genuinely believe that disliking one (1) fictional female character equals “hating all women” and wanting to suppress and marginalize their presence in fiction and real life alike—then I think we need to take that word away from you until you’ve learned its true meaning.

You might also want to ask yourself how exactly reducing a female character to a mute trophy wife or a heroine who has to act out her love interest’s recycled storylines helps your feminist fight.

As for the “getting in the way of your ship” part of the argument. Very simply put: No character can get in the way of something if there never ever was “a way” to that something to begin with. “Being mad” implies that there was a reasonable expectation that wasn’t met, a substantive hope that was crushed. Now, I’ve said this before and I’ll gladly say it again a million more times: No Stucky shipper in their right mind ever truly thought that there was even the slightest chance that Marvel Studios owned by the Walt Disney Company would allow Steve “Captain America” Rogers and Bucky “Winter Soldier” Barnes to be canonized as an explicitly romantic pairing in their billion dollar franchise. Be serious. That was never in the cards. I wish we all lived in a world where it was, but we don’t, and it wasn’t. The best we could ever hope for was for Steve and Bucky to get a good, satisfying, in-character ending. And if, in Steve’s case, that would’ve included hints (or more) about a possible rekindling of his, uh, aborted romance with Sharon—then so be it. But we never got any of that. The characters never got any of that. Instead they sent Steve into 1950s suburban hell, literally trapped him behind a white picket fence, and condemned him to a life of passivity and lies, all so he could be married to a woman he barely knew a long time ago in a completely different world; who built and ran a top-to-bottom Hydra-infested organization, but apparently never noticed that there was anything wrong with her life's work. For decades. Great. As for Bucky—well, we’ve all seen the devastatingly grim-faced, utterly lonely, and deeply sad version of him that was presented to us in TFATWS. Happy endings all around, I guess.

So. Am I mad that Steve didn’t get to ride into the rainbow-colored sunset with Bucky at the end of EG? No. Because that was never going to happen anyway. Would I have been mad had he ended up with Sharon or another female character in the 21st century? Also no. Granted, I wouldn’t have been ecstatic about it, but mad? No. But am I mad that Steve ended up with this specific female character under these specific circumstances as presented in canon? Fuck yeah, I am.

The thing is: I personally believe Steve and Peggy to be fundamentally incompatible when it comes to the way they view the world and their respective places in it; their morals and values; their capacity for compassion and empathy; their ability and willingness to compartmentalize, compromise, and collaborate with people and institutions whose ethics and/or politics do not align with their own. I have a real hard time believing that a relationship between these two (or worse, a hasty marriage) could be either happy or long-lasting.

I don’t believe Peggy to be inherently evil, I don’t hate her, I simply think she operates within a different moral framework than Steve (and even genuinely believes it to be a righteous one).² Your mileage may vary, but I personally happen to find that framework reprehensible, even indecent, and ultimately dangerous. After all, over the course of the 20th century, we have seen exactly where that kind of “the ends justify the means” brand of pragmatism leads—over and over again. Not to mention that the people who use this line of argument to defend characters like Peggy (or real-life politicians for that matter) never seem to want to look too closely at who gets to define what "the ends" are in the first place and who decides when they've finally been met.

(Never. The answer is never.)

And to be clear, there is absolutely nothing wrong with depicting, and even centering a narrative around a morally (dark)gray character—oftentimes it’s actually the more interesting option—but you cannot at the same time claim that they are purely good and should be only admired as such when their actions literally tell an entirely different story.

So, no. I will not accept Peggy Carter as the shining aspirational heroine that the MCU so badly wants to sell her to me as—while simultaneously continuing to reveal things that paint an increasingly darker picture of her character. And I will certainly not celebrate seeing one of my favorite characters of all time—whose defining trait was that he couldn't ignore "a situation pointed south"; who used to fight for the little guy and against the establishment; who once said about the very organization that Peggy Carter helped build that it was so corrupt, it all needed to go—rendered morally inert for some hollow happy ending that may as well be a conservative’s wet dream full of false nostalgia for an America that never really existed. I cannot find it in me to be anything less but mad about that.

But that does not make me a misogynist. It does not make me a delusional shipper. It makes me someone who looks at what the MCU has been telling me about Peggy Carter for years now—over and over again—and takes them at their own word.

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¹ If you’ve actually read a a fair number of Stucky(!) fanfics you will have noticed that the reverence afforded to and "page time" devoted to her character and her relationship with Steve is somewhat disproportionate to anything that's backed up by canon—well, up until EG, where she was suddenly reanimated as The Great Love of Steve’s Life—and in my experience, it's highly unusual for any fandom to put so much (mostly) positive attention on another character, let alone a potential love interest that is not part of the endgame ship.

² I also want to emphasize that if you love Peggy and she's your fave: good for you! I genuinely have no beef with you. People can agree to disagree. All I ask for is that we maybe stop willfully ignoring the less savory aspects of her character. You don't need to pretend she's perfect to justify your affection for her. I LOVE Steve, and yet I have no problem conceding that he is FAR from perfect.

[thatdarkfanficstuff]

Flutter - Chapter One

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mafia AU. Characters may act darker than you are used to. There will be adult content in later chapters. Steve is unhappily married at the start so there is cheating but not on Reader.

18+ Only.

Steve Rogers preferred to have meetings in the comfort of his home. On his own territory where there was no question who was in charge. But Stark’s boy had been causing issues at one of Steve’s clubs and he needed to make certain it wasn’t the beginning of a power play. Tony Stark was one of the few in the city that could cause real problems for Steve if he so chose.

So this meeting was taking place on “neutral” territory. An exclusive restaurant with private rooms and respect for its patrons’ privacy. If it was owned by one of Rogers’ shell companies, well, no one needed to know that.

The glow of the candle on the table flickered as Steve finished his meal and leaned back in his chair. His eyes scanned the faces of his companions as they too finished eating. Bucky Barnes sat to his right as always. His best friend since childhood and the only person he trusted without question. They had always been there for one another and Steve saw no reason that would ever change. Sam Wilson was on Steve’s left. He was a newer addition to the family but had proven himself more than reliable.

Across from him, Tony Stark lounged with an easy grace that belied the tension in the room. He sipped at his drink as his dark eyes studied Steve. It wasn’t often they found themselves at odds and neither man liked it. Stark much preferred drinks in Steve’s office than an awkward meal followed by thinly veiled threats. Bruce Banner sat to Tony’s left. He looked more like an accountant than an enforcer but he was one of the most feared men in the city. He was ruthless when it came to protecting Stark and his family. Clint Barton filled the last chair. As usual the man appeared completely at ease. Steve was fairly certain Barton would have a smile on his face and a quip on his tongue in the middle of a slaughter.

“Let’s just cut to the chase, shall we?” Tony began, his voice smooth and strong like aged whiskey. “I have no intention of going against you. I’m not interested in being king. I just want to run my business as I always have. Let me tinker with my toys, let the cash flow and keep the streets just clean enough that the cops stay out of our hair.”

Steve’s gaze lingered on Tony, assessing the truth of his words. They’d operated in this city side-by-side for years. He didn’t see why it should stop now. He trusted Stark. But Peter, Peter was another matter entirely. Steve knew very little about him beyond the fact Tony had adopted him as a teenager. And he was smart, just like Stark. The boy was getting older, nothing said he couldn’t be getting power hungry as he aged.

Steve leaned forward and tapped his fingers on the table. “I like to think I can trust you, Tony. We’ve worked together for a long time. But you’re not the one causing issues. I need a guarantee that this is over. You can promise me anything you want but we both know you can’t control Peter.”

Tony pursed his lips but nodded in agreement. He could try to rein Peter in but there was no guarantee he’d be cooperative. “What do you need from me, Rogers? I don’t want a war but I’m not going to hand my empire over just because my kid stirred up trouble in one of your clubs.”

Bucky snorted a humorless laugh. “Stirred up some trouble? He put two of our men in the hospital. Nearly killed one of them.”

Steve held up a hand to cut off the rant. He rubbed a hand across his mouth and sighed. “I’m not going to pretend what he did was okay but it’s the fact that he claimed to be putting them in their place when he did it that is the real issue here. I can’t have him running around on a power trip, Tony. We both know what that sort of shit leads to.”

Tony rubbed at his forehead before raking his hand through his hair. “What can we do to get back to where we were? What would make you trust us again?”

“An engagement,” Steve said. The surprise of everyone in the room was obvious though they all tried to hide it. It was an unusual move but it would bring the Starks back under his control and might rid him of the irritation of his stepson at the same time. It would make Roman someone else’s problem.

“I’m flattered, but I’m already married,” Tony finally said.

Steve’s lips twitched. “Your daughter, my stepson Roman.” He leaned back and gave a lazy grin. “Everyone knows family is everything to the Starks. So we become family. Peter won’t want to embarrass his sister, he’ll behave and I won’t question your loyalties.”

Tony’s tongue darted out to lick his lips. “An engagement.”

“Family’s important,” Bucky said. “Imagine what ours could do together.”

Tony nodded slowly as he considered his options.

“Pepper won’t like it,” Bruce muttered.

“Pepper will like us having peace with Rogers,” Tony corrected absently as his mind calculated all the possible outcomes, weighed the pros against the cons. Morgan was young yet. He could push the marriage off until she was twenty. Maybe Roman would get himself killed in the meantime. He had a tendency to piss people off. This could work.

“Alright,” Tony murmured. “I agree.”

Steve’s lips curled up ever so slightly in the mere shadow of a smile. “Then we have an understanding.” He leaned forward slightly, the movement minor but deliberate. He held out his hand waiting for Tony to take it, to seal this agreement in the old way. Now it was all contracts and paperwork, but this family started in a time when a man’s word was law and a handshake was as good as a signature.

When Tony didn’t immediately take it, Steve arched a brow and said his name. “Tony.” There was a question in his tone, wondering if his old friend meant to keep to his word or betray it already.

Tony hesitated a moment more as his dark eyes ran over Steve. He was either questioning whether he should actually enter the arrangement or if Pepper was going to kill him for doing so. Morgan was the princess of the family. Which was why she was the perfect inducement for Peter to behave.

Finally, they clasped hands and Tony gave the ghost of a smile. “You’ve got an agreement, Rogers. Guess this makes us family.”

Bucky huffed a humorless laugh. “Make sure to point that out to your son.”

Tony’s jaw tightened. “I’ll make it clear as crystal.”

Steve leaned back and placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder with more force than necessary. “Tony doesn’t need a lecture, Buck. He knows what’s at stake.”

Their business concluded, they rose to their feet in unison. Chairs scraped across the floor as they headed for the door. They exited out the back and stepped out into the quiet of the night. With one last nod goodbye they separated to their own vehicles to head to their own parts of the city.

***

Steve stepped into his house with a sigh. His gaze immediately found his stepson Roman where he sprawled sideways in a chair, one foot on the floor and the other leg draped over the arm carelessly. He was playing some sort of videogame and ignored Steve’s presence completely.

“Roman.” The name was not a greeting but a summons. A call for attention which Roman ignored as usual. “We need to talk. Now.”

When he still didn’t respond, Steve crossed the room and pushed the power button on the console.

Roman’s head snapped up. “What the fuck are you doing? I was playing that.”

“No shit. I guess you should have paid attention when I told you we needed to talk.” Steve smacked Roman’s foot that was hanging in the air. “Sit up when I talk to you.”

The boy did as instructed, though the resentment was obvious in every movement. Steve resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “I had a meeting with Stark tonight. We came to an agreement. You’re now engaged to his daughter. Congratulations.”

Roman shot up from the chair as if it were on fire. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not marrying that bitch. You’re out of your damn mind.”

“Watch the tone,” Steve snapped. “Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

“And I suppose I’m just supposed to give up the club and the women, for what? A ring and a lifetime of catering to daddy’s little princess?”

“If you know what’s good for you, you will. You know Stark won’t stand for any disrespect. You won’t have to marry right away. Get it out of your system now.”

“What’s going on down here?” Sharon’s grating voice drifted down the stairs in front of her.

Steve glanced over and flicked his eyes over the ridiculous robe she was wearing, a pale blue satin number with fake feathers at the neck and cuffs.

“Mommy, Steve engaged me to Stark’s daughter.” The whine had a headache blossoming behind Steve’s eyes. For fuck’s sake. The kid was twenty-two not ten.

Her eyes snapped to her husband. “You can’t just make decisions like this for him. You’re not his father.”

Steve took a step forward. “Can’t I?”

Roman’s backbone was apparently restored with the presence of his mother. “No, you can’t. You don’t own me.”

The corner of Steve’s lips flicked up in amusement. “It’s cute, really, how you think you have a choice.” He brushed imaginary lint from his shoulder then slid his hands into his pockets. “You both live lavishly because I allow it. Your comfort is due solely to my generosity.”

Sharon swallowed and lifted her chin to stare him down. “If you think you can bully us into—”

“You both,” he said, cutting her off, “enjoy a life others can only dream of. My terms are simple. Comply or forfeit everything.”

He paused to give his words a chance to sink in. “Think it over. The clock is ticking and my patience is in short supply.”

Roman’s gaze dropped first, defeat coloring his features. Sharon followed suit, her defiance crumbling in the face of the reality Steve laid bare. Everything they had, they owed to him.

Steve’s gaze flicked between them. “Good. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

[thechy-fychannel]

Little domestic hilson things aoigh

Wilson talks with his hands a lot, all dramatic pointing and arm moving. House holds one of his hands whike he's ranting about sports scandals or whatever and its just. Nice and domestic and sweet. House can secretly admit to himself that its nice how Wilson doesn't let go even in full rant mode.

House plays both guitar and piano, and its sort of a private thing for him outside of diagnostician stuff (e.g. that ep with the guy who was piloting only half a brain but was good at piano). The piano is the most private to him i think, and seemingly the most emotional/vulnerable. For Wilson and house, it started out by accident- Wilson came home one day and heard house playing and it was beautiful. So, he practically snuck into their house and sat and quietly listened to house playing, in awe at his skill. House finished the peice, and almost jumped out of his skin (expecting some cruel joke or criticism) when he noticed wilson sitting and listening; wilson clapped sincerely instead. So, house only plays piano on purpose around wilson- and lately has been including singing while playing to the mix, making both him and Wilson sappy happy.

They cook meals for each other they both know the other will love, as both have skill in the kitchen

Hugs, rambleanon

This ask is everything to me okay domestic hilson is EVERYTHING TO MEEEE 😭

The part about them holding hands is canon in my heart and soul. To me they are absolutely holding hands everywhere and they don't let go unless they have to. I love that you mentioned wilson talking with his hands, I love the idea of him going off on a tangent, his hands everywhere, and house's hand going everywhere with him alfjalfk. I like to imagine that it started small, wilson taking house's hand to pull him somewhere he wants him to go and then one day they just didn't let go. Or maybe it started when they would get drunk bc wilson is a wanderer, so house would hold his hand to make sure he didn't wander away. And they just. loved it so much. It felt so good, so secure to them that they just started holding hands everywhere, whenever they can.

I also love love love the idea of house only playing piano for wilson, otherwise it's a very private thing for him, especially if he's working on a piece he wrote. I have a HC that wilson's only real request on his birthday/christmas/hanukkah is for house to play the piano for him while he goes to sleep. House spends most of the year writing a new piece specifically to play on those occasions bc nothing makes his stomach flutter more than hearing wilson sleepily murmur "that's pretty. you wrote that?" And he doesn't know that not only did house write it, but it's named something like "Saint James" or "Dear, Jimmy" or "Wilson's Serenade". I really love the idea of house singing for him a little bit too, it would be so soft and sweet omg.

And them cooking for each other yes !!! I wish we had gotten more of them cooking for each other. Cooking with/for each other is one of my favorite domestic activities, I think making food for the person you love is just such a beautiful thing, especially when you both have an appreciation for food and you can have fun together with it. I love thinking about them not only enjoying each other's cooking, but also total fail moments bc I think failing together is just as cute and domestic as succeeding together. House trying to make something very complicated and ambitious and completely destroying the kitchen and the food turns out terrible, but they spend the rest of the evening cleaning the messy kitchen together and end up sharing a pizza and beer on the couch after. Or of course the classic HC of house making something super delicious that wilson just absolutely loves and then poor wilson starts seeing fairies or some shit an hour later bc house dosed it aldjalgksl. And in retaliation, wilson makes the most delicious brownies that are for house and house only. House who eats half the pan before he finds the empty packet of laxative chocolate in the garbage can aldkalfkwlfsmsjfl.

Thank you for this, my heart feels full now 💕

[househrt]

House MD 20th Anniversary Fanfic Gift Exchange!!

Want/Deserve/Receive is my gift for @irenespring for the @housemdanniversary gift exchange (it's also below the cut)

Wilson and House start dating and Wilson freaks out because he isn't convinced he's allowed to feel happy or be selfish*.

*To Wilson, selfishness means pursuing his own desires and having good things in his life because of course it does.

Wilson spends his first week of dating House in a state of low-grade anxiety. It's not the big gay freakout that House predicted that first morning after, when his limbs were strewn across Wilson's body, sapping his body heat and possessively holding onto him.

“If you insist on proposing tomorrow,” House had said, voice deliciously rough from sleep, “I'm not changing my name.”

“Liar,” Wilson said, pressing a kiss to House's forehead just to watch him melt. “You'd love being the fourth Mrs Wilson.”

No, he's been surprisingly well adjusted in that regard. It's hard to deny the reality of his feelings when his chest fills with warmth every time House smiles at him or tugs his tie to pull him in for a kiss or sits on the couch beside him like they've always done but this time their thighs are touching and House's hand is on Wilson's leg or curled around his shoulders.

Dating House is a lot like being friends with House. Wilson knew that years ago, seeing how he acted when he was with Stacy. House isn't one to censor parts of his personality for the sake of whoever he's dating—that'd be too much like lying to him and would undoubtedly lead to a rant about hypocrisy.

That applies to his friendships too—or it would, if he had more than one of them. The only real difference in their relationship dynamic now is the level of physical affection.

The reason he's anxious has less to do with House and more to do with himself. Much like he knows what House is like in relationships, Wilson knows what he's like in relationships.

He goes through the motions, hits all the important Good Boyfriend standards, then he finds someone new who needs him more and he convinces himself he's okay with his decisions, pretends he's happy. He lives with it.

He doesn't want to do that with House, but that doesn't mean anything. It's not like he wanted to cheat on his previous partners at the start of the relationship, back when he thought he'd finally found someone to be happy with.

And House wouldn't want Wilson to be the usual boyfriend-Wilson. But Wilson doesn't know how to be anything different. What is happiness meant to look like for him? Is he supposed to learn how to be in a happy relationship with House? Like an experiment? What if he doesn't figure it out in time?

God. He's never dated a man before either. Navigating his newfound sexuality, trying to unlearn his every dating instinct, hoping he doesn't mess up either bad enough to lose the only good thing in his life.

He should've known he isn't meant to be happy. Happiness is for other people.

House had a patient for the past week, so they haven't had much time together outside of exhaustedly climbing into bed together in the early hours. Now that his case is solved, there are no distractions from their relationship.

And Wilson is terrified. He's falling off the cliff of denial, ready to resign himself to the reality waiting for him at the bottom: he's going to screw this up. When, not if.

House, naturally, thinks he's an idiot, judging by the argument they've been having for the past half hour. House keeps deflecting, diverting the conversation back to his position and dismissing Wilson's.

“I'm going to ruin this,” Wilson says, spelling it out so House can't willfully misinterpret his point this time. “And when I do, I can't show up at your door.”

“Sue you can,” House says, “it's not far to walk, even I could do it. And if it leads to mind-blowing breakup sex, even better.”

Wilson groans and pushes his shirt sleeves further up his forearms. Arguing with House always makes his body heat increase, and seeing House passionately angry always has the same effect, although for different reasons.

“I'm trying to be serious,” Wilson says.

“I know.”

“So, what, you don't care?”

House just looks at him and raises his eyebrows. Yeah, bad question.

“Fine,” Wilson says. “You care. I just can't—”

Wilson has other words at the ready. While he was at work, he rehearsed his side of the argument, coming up with the perfect way to convince House that they made a mistake.

They should stay friends, remove the physical affection from their dynamic and go back to how they used to be. Wilson could cope with that, he thinks. It would hurt now that he knows what it's like to be soft and vulnerable with House in a dating context, but that's okay. Wilson's used to hurting.

His mouth is open to say something, but then he meets House's gaze. House, whose expression is guarded, projecting nonchalance, while something in his stance reveals the thread of anxiety underneath.

Oh god, he's already ruining this.

He wants to take everything back, make promises he can't keep, be the good people-pleasing boyfriend he's always been. But House hates it when he isn't real with him.

He's stuck. His breaths come in short quick bursts and his skin is suddenly too tight. Legs shaky, he stumbles. Distantly, he hears House say his name and he sounds so concerned and genuine that it stings.

House loves him and Wilson knows that he won't be okay when Wilson follows the expected pattern. Wilson can't be responsible for that. The consequences for everyone at PPTH would be bad enough, but the way House will undoubtedly implode…

“I can't,” Wilson says as House’s hands push him towards the couch to sit down. “I can't, I can't, I can't.”

He doesn't realise he's hyperventilating and repeating himself over and over until House tells him to shut up and breathe. It's far from the gentle shushing he might've expected from anyone else, and it works to pull him out of his head a little.

They're both sitting on the couch. House’s hand is pressed against Wilson's chest and he wonders if House can feel his galloping heart rate. He doesn't want to lose this point of contact.

“I can't lose you,” he says, voice cracking.

“Then don't,” House says simply.

“It's not that easy.”

“It could be.”

House says it with an air of easy confidence, as if he hasn't bothered to consider the alternative because there's no chance it'll happen.

“I'm not…good at this,” Wilson says. “Being in a relationship, being happy.”

“And you think I am? Where have you been? I don't do happy, Wilson.”

He flounders for something to say, but he can't think of a way to get House to understand.

He blinks and his vision blurs with tears. House's palm slides up Wilson's chest to rest on his cheek and the underside of his jaw. Tilts his head towards him.

“We can't do this,” Wilson says. “If you don't do happy, why risk being unhappy? When this might crash and burn and kill us both?”

House moves closer, prompting Wilson to turn to face him properly.

“Because you're worth the risk.”

And it's not enough, because Wilson can't imagine anything will ever be enough to convince Wilson that he's allowed to want this, but it's something.

House is willing to risk everything for Wilson. As supposedly carefree as he's trying to appear, Wilson knows he too is fighting the instinct to let himself have something good.

Wilson doesn't know how to respond. He's never been good at reacting to nice words or compliments because a large part of him doesn't believe the words.

But this time, he'd like to.

House tugs at Wilson’s arm, pulling him across the couch until he gets the hint and swings his legs over House's until they're facing each other, Wilson sitting in his lap, knees on either side of his thighs.

“I'm probably going to freak out again later,” Wilson says, settling his hands on House’s waist.

“I know.”

“And I still don't believe you that this won't end badly.”

“Then let it end badly,” House says. “But don't end it now because you're a coward who's allergic to happiness. Be selfish, Wilson. Take what you want.”

“I don't know how,” he admits.

“Do you want to kiss me?”

He nods. He always wants to kiss House.

“Then kiss me.”

Wilson leans down until their lips meet. It's warmth and soft noises and gentle hands and everything that Wilson never thought he'd get to have with House.

When they pull apart, House says, “Not bad. But next time, do it because you want to and not because I told you—”

He cuts him off with another kiss. And another. Each one chips away at Wilson's defenses. It'll take a lot more to break them down completely, but that's okay.

He's not planning on stopping any time soon.

[tragedy-with-a-melody]

Okay, so, fair warning. I've been trying to separate from source for almost a year now (maybe over a year even), but that shit is so hard you have no idea. In the end, I've just been sucking up other random sources while still feeling very attached to personal headcanons and certain things about lore. I hate ccWilbur so much I practically froth at the mouth. I hated that one "fanfic" he wrote so much, but somehow, that man made a character devastating and relatable enough that my brain decided to sink it's fangs into them and never let go. Now, I'm mostly stuck on content that I've made/imagined myself regarding the character, and other people's art of course.

CcWilbur really did fuck things up with cWilbur near the end of the lore in my opinion. Though I could argue that there was always fuck ups, but all's fair in love and minecraft roleplay war. CWilbur has essentially become my oc/persona at this point, but I know that's not new within the realm of the dsmp fandom.

[anamoon63]

And that's all (for now) about The Cho Brothers, Hidden Springs edition with Tyron, the oldest of the brothers as the protagonist. I'm closing with these photos of Hidden Springs at sunset, and a bonus photo of Jasper's house, with the Fire Engine included. ��

Next up is a bit of The Wilson's, though I must confess I don't play The Sims 4 much anymore, you know, it's impossible for me to enjoy the game with updates every month and all those add-ons and events. This is probably an unpopular opinion, but it's a real pain to update all the gazillion mods I use, each time, to make the game work as it should.

Anyway, I love the Wilsons to pieces, so we'll continue to see something on them, but sadly maybe not as much and not as often as before. First, I would need to be able to play that game in peace and quiet to take more photos to show you, which is difficult for me now with EA constantly messing around with changes to the game. But don't worry, the Wilsons are staying with us., though it may take me longer to take proper screenshots of them.

*(End of the Sims 4 rant) *

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What will continue as usual are my posts on The Sims 3. Like I had already told you, in a few days we'll be back to the University with Dale, Kelly and company.

We'll see as well a little more of Lucky Palms, with Terence and Cynthia, and a bit of trouble in paradise.

Then we'll return with Tyron, and his new life in Starlight Shores.

I take this opportunity to tell you that I've continued to update the story of the Cho Brothers on my blog de Wordpress, for those of you who want to read it from the beginning or catch up with any posts you may have missed since this game began, you can find it here:

Also, probably next month... Really, I don't want to make any promises, but hopefully, by the end of February or earlier, the first episodes of my story Time Traveler. Part Three: To the Moon and Back will finally be ready. Mind you, it may take us a while to see Robin, our main character, again, but we will see some of his wife Ann, and the Shens, especially Dustin and Juliette in the hours following Robin's abduction.

Honestly, I hope I can keep up with everything, cause it's already difficult as it is to sit down and put my posts together. I'm juggling with two sim games, different stories and gameplays, not to mention work and real life stuff.

But don't worry, I promise this very year we will find out what happened to Robin Crane after he was abducted by aliens. We will also know who his parents are and why they had to separate from him. So prepare to go To the Moon and Back, and for lots and lots of drama! 😉

Until then, you can catch up with the latest episodes of the story, or read from the beginning if you must, on my WordPress blog here:

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

rory characters as hozier songs

pt 1 🖤🌿

a/n: idk what this is, man, my bipolar meds kicked in at about 3am and I'm going to make this everyone's issue

pt 2 HERE pt 3 HERE

charlie walker - work song

clay roach - in a week

clyde - jackie and wilson

(stop me from ranting about this one i BEG)

danny cooper - like real people do

ollie sway - first time

[fuckyeahmarxismleninism]

Trump’s fascism revival faces working-class resistance

By Gary Wilson

Trump’s anti-immigrant rants are meant to whip up racism and are a diversion from the real cause of the loss of jobs and housing — the capitalist profit system.

Trump’s policies won’t stop U.S. capitalism’s decline. But their purpose is to enforce austerity while diverting working-class anger away from the capitalist ruling class.

They won’t succeed, however. The opposition is already there. Around 40% of those registered to vote did not do so. Although Trump got 51% of those who voted, he actually got only 28% support of people of voting age. Three out of four in the U.S. did not vote for Trump. There was no overwhelming mandate for Trump or his policies.

This opposition can be mobilized into action to put a stop to the racist attacks, the anti-trans assaults, the sexism, and violations of women’s right to make their own choices, the union-busting and economic hardship.

[thejackalxi]

Watching "Kahmunrah Rides Again" for the FIRST TIME like...

(Final thoughts and disclaimers at the end, so hold all questions and comments for the end, please. For all my rantings and ravings, I do take a breath and anaylize this fairly and even have my own epiphany.)

Seeing "Kahmunrah Coming Soon" poster made me laugh like the immature boy that I am.

The voice acting is not great. No one sounds even remotely like the original actors, including the way they speak, their natural flow and line delivery doesnt feel beliavble, except for the Ricky Gervais sound-alike who actually was pretty close.

Worse than the voice acting is the dialogue itself. The writing is atrocious!

The scenes with Larry and Nick felt genuine and were actually written pretty nice, immediately followed up with a terrible clunky scene with Larry and his ex-wife.

Inconsistancies ABOUND! There's no Rebel Wilson character and Dr. McPhee doesn't know about the museum coming to life, and with the inclusion of Laa, yes, the script confirms that this takes place after the events of the 3rd film.

The candy bar scene got a chuckle out of me before the badly out of sync Teddy Roosevelt jumpscare. The animation itself is not...awful, that one shot just was sync'd weird.

Seriously, the scenes of Nick sharing dialogue with his dad are the best written bits, it's like being able to come up for air while otherwise drowning in a sea of stupid. I actually got a small chuckle out the Tokyo bathroom joke.

I really hate that Kahmunrah doesn't have his speech impediment...and looks nothing like Hank in NATM2.

WH-what is this voice he's doing? It's super inconsistant. He has an accent, then he doesn't have an accent, his voice is all over the place. At this point I'm completely convinced there was little to no vocal direction and Disney execs didn't care, they just wanted the tracks recorded and mixed by the end of the week. "This is all so bad."

"Ohh, it IS bad, and DON'T interupt me!" The movie is aware, heard my critique, and agrees 🤣 This was the hardest laugh I got out of watching this thing so far...

I HATE HATE HATE this writing and the line delivery *screams into hands, and notices there's still 50 minutes left to watch* Gotta keep going...maybe it gets better??

Personal nit pick, but if my handsome beefcake daddy Kah with massive biceps has superstrength in this cartoon pushing over a whole ass stone column, what sick character designer gave him pool noodle arms??? I mean, are you for real??? LOOK AT THOSE THICK TREETRUNKS, MAN! What sick monster drew him in this cartoon- whatever, it's fine. It's fine. It's just a cartoon, it's fine.

No, it's not fine! Listen! Kahmunrah's entire design in this animated movie is offensive and it deeply bothers me, I recognize that it shouldn't bother me, but it does, and it's wrong and I don't like it...Ill tell ya how I really feel, I don't particularly care for this cartoon....*takes a breath* Moving on...

Ugh...and the poster of Merenkare looks NOTHING like Ben Kingsley either *sigh* Im kind of glad Ahkmenrah is M.I.a. from this film because I'm sure the character designer knew they couldn't replicate Rami Malek's angelic beauty and perfectly capture his face, so they just didnt bother.

stop...this dialogue is so unfunny and delivered so baddddd *cries*

"Technically he was never a pharaoh because [insert badly written quick exposition]" FALSE!! First of all, Teddy, you weren't there, so shut your goddam moustachio'd mouth. Second, if the writer of this thing had watched ANY of the movies or done any research into this franchise (they clearly didn't, who am I kidding), Kahmunrah WAS passed over and the throne given to his little brother Ahkmenrah who, after only a year on the throne, was violently murdered by Kahmunrah and reclaimed his rightful place on the throne for 17 years before he passed. Did anyone on this production think to ask the original writers or Shawn Levy for creative consultation? Of course not, because it's Night at the Museum now owned by Disney, they don't care to fact check...or even glabce at the original source material 😒 (Turns out yes, they did and they just forgot their own established canon. Don't you be tryin to take away my man's title of Pharaoh, how very dare!)

Yet, they included Joan of Arc who appeared in a NATM spin off junior novel following Nick. Kinda disappointed she's not voiced by Nicole Sullivan 🤣 jk, this actress is good for Joan, Im just a sucker for Clone High.

"Let's dance." Kahmunrah draws khopesh (hot)

"No dancing, just swords." Joan replies. I actually giggled, that was cute, until,

"Silly girl, that was a metaphor! A metaphor is not literal-"

Dammit movie!! Stop killing your own jokes by pointing out why the joke is meant to be funny! Stop! Let me just TRY to have a laugh! This dialogue is just bad. Please don't follow up your jokes with, "See, that's funny BECAUSE-" Stop! We get the joke, it's annoying! I get they were trying to match the improv comedy tone of NATM, but they failed so hard doing so!

*Kahmunrah talks more*

BRO, PICK A VOICE! PICK JUST A SINGLE TONE, PICK A LANE! PICK ONE ACCENT AND STICK WITH IT! One minute you sound like if Hank Azaria was on ALL of the drugs, a Mark Hamill's Joker-esque tone, then you sound insanely British, now you have an American accent, some sort of demented gremlin voice, and now sound like Jafar?? PICK A VOICE, MAN!! And of all these voices, still no teeth lisp. A crime.

"Don't eat me, or this will be a very short movie!" Please do, a fourth wall joke doesn't work for Kahmunrah, that really should be Teddy Roosevelt's shtick.

Also REALLY bothers me that they made Jedediah a freckled red head.

"Let gho of me you Phillestines!" And now Kahmunrah is Mark Hamill? Why...did he deliver that line like the Joker?

"I need backup, the ULTIMATE backup." Now he's what, Haas Delgado? What are these vocal choices his actor is doing?

Also, not the voice actors fault here, but why is Kahmunrah's khopesh sheethed in the back inside his tunic like that? Is his blade nestled in his ass crack? 😂 Why animators did you make such a terrible choice??? He could've had a sheath at his hip, but...why in the back like this???

There's still 40 minutes left, HOW???

And again, just when I feel like we've settled into an American scary guy voice for Kah, he slips into the Joker again. brah....brah...come on.

Seth's accent isn't very tight or consistant either, but I'm so exhausted by the insanity of Kahmunrah's vocal deliveries to really care. Speaking of which, he alives a Scorpion statue and his voice COMPLETELY changes tone and delivery style... again. I know I could just stop watching, but Ive made a comittment to see it through.

"Is it really bad?..." Teddy asks, Nick and I happen to say at the same time, "Yeah, it's still really bad." (Though we're clearly not talking about the same thing) 😂

Seriously, the khopesh is like RIGHT down the crack of his ass!!

"I smell Kahmunrah's musk-" YOU SMELL WHAT?! You know his SCENT?

"Fire burn." "I know the feeling." DAMMIT JOAN! 🤣 Ya got me on that one.

Aw, this scene building Nick up, this was nice. A breath of air before Im sure it goes back to shit quickly...

A fart joke, yup. Sadly I was right.

Yup, and then the movie reminds us that Robin Williams would've had a funny improv bit as Teddy, except it would be actually funny and naturally paced, and the other characters would be chuckling and trying not to bust up laughing, and not a phoned-in unfunny delivery like it is here in this cartoon where the characters are annoyed and critisize Teddy's reminiscing. I miss Robin so much. He was such a light on this world.

"We have an hour left before sunrise, come on!" Well, once again the franchise doesn't seem to understand how short an hour actually is. You're two hours deep into Ancient Egypt, you still have to stop Kahmunrah, leave the portal, get through the Art Museum, back on the Subway to get to the Natural History Museum...all in the span of an hour...Sure (Yes, they find a way to get home in time, that's the point, I know).

Jedediah shouts, "Don't forget to swallow!" I have died!

"Once I insert my tablet into the sarcophagus-" ...*slowly raises eyebrow* Once you insert WHAT now??? "My army will RISE!" ...sir... I hate your voice, I despise so much of the dialogue throughout this movie, but THAT line *slow clap* truly a masterpiece, *chef's kiss* Thank you to whomever wrote that line for me.

"We can't let that bully win." "Bully!....I mean, yes I agree." Oh now with less than 20 minutes I'm mildly enjoying myself.

And the "heiroglyph" of the 2nd chord to the combination in the MIDDLE of the tablet looks like :===

This cartoon has turned SUPER innuendo-y all of a sudden 🤣

HELL YEAH! A jackal army is WAY COOLER a birdmen army in my personal opinion. Damn, if only the voice actor had actually tried to sound like Hank (or if the vocal director didn't at his job) and Kahmunrah's design wasn't so awkward, I'd say that's insanely hot...Imagining Hank Azaria's Kahmunrah commanding a muscled canine-man army is one of the sexiest sounding things I could imagine...too bad it only exsists in this cartoon without Hank and not live action WITH Hank (obviously) 🥲

"Yes, my minions, ATTACK!" Now, imagine that line said in a commanding English accent and a forward lisp, while pointing with a big muscular arm....HOT!

UGHHH Why...why was he drAWN WITH STICK ARMS? *personal breakdown for the hundredth time watching this hour and 10 minute cartoon movie*

"Fine, then leave Son of Larry..."draws sword, "to me!" delivered in what I can only describe as freaky goblin voice. Why...? This...this would be so sexy, except everything is wrong.

That's it, I'm transcribing every bit of his dialogue and recording what he SHOULD sound like, and y'all will agree, they should've brought Hank back for this!

This weird goblin voice...this is the voice he's settled on now I guess, er...nope, nope, apparently we're going back to sounding like Jafar. Good god, just let this movie end.

They're using a poster of the natural history museum to get back while they're in a painting at another museum...I don't think that's how that would work, but I don't...I don't care, I want this to just be over.

Teddy, why are you not freezing with Texas-? Augh, who cares?

So Shawn Levy AND Chris Columbus produced this??? How much of a hand did they really have in this, because it was a nightmare.

*Does some Googling*...The AUTHOR of the original Night at the Museum children's book that the franchise is based on was one of the screenwriters? Did NOT see that one coming!

All in all, this movie got a few chuckles out of me, and the plot is pretty much a re-skinned version of Night at the Museum 2 Battle for the Smithsonian. It's not a bad concept, just a little weak as a final installment to the franchise.

My biggest issues come from the predominantly awkward dialogue, the joke murdering, granted it's hard to translate that vibe and live action comedic improv that leans more mature into a cartoon movie for a younger audience. The writers were bound to their screenplay and didnt have the luxury of improvizational comedy gold from the likes of the original NATM cast. With what they were constrained to, they tried their best, sometimes jokes worked, but most of the time it just didn't.

Some of the character designs were wonky, but I didn't mind the art style itself, Im just nit picky about the choices in Kahmunrah's design and his overall color palette.

But above all, the voice acting was ROUGH in places! Some performances were great, Joan was solid, Jed surprised me in the end when he finally started to sound like Owen Wilson, the Ricky Gervais sound-alike was decent enough, and Joshua Bassett as Nick was pretty decent as well, but Teddy Roosevelt, do I need to say it? No one will ever be Robin Williams, but Disney could've found a sound-alike.

And FINALLY, my guy, Mr. Joseph Kamal...what were you doin, man?

I mean, I tried to keep an open mind, and I am all for a voice actor putting their own spin on a character performance, but my man, this was not good, and I'm really disappointed.

*RESEARCHES Kamal's IMDB page* SOooo, in...SOME fairness, this was only his 2nd ever voice acting/voice over role. He's only ever done minor acting roles in serious television dramas or soap operas.

That being said, as a freelance voice over artist and voice actor, voice acting is NOT easy, especially when you have BIG BIG BIGGG shoes to fill from long time crazy-talented voice actor Hank Azaria. I just think Kamal was simply miscast into a role that was too much for him to take on. And I also blame whoever was in charge of vocal direction. Sometimes for voice actors, without a strong director, in a big vocal performance, the choices made in a delivery are too vast, like throwing darts into the universe while blind folded. You just kinda throw a variety of deliveries out there and ultimately it's up to the director and the editor which takes to go with.

Maybe that was it! Kamal did multiple deliveries of lines with varying styles because again, lack of strong direction, and the editor ultimately just threw these unfitting takes together making Kahmunrah sound batshit insane in not a good or well executed way...I wanna give this guy the benefit of the doubt.

3/10 There were ideas here, but this movie was painful to get through.