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lilywily143 · 2 months
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Drone Dump
Drone-ified Solver
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Penny!
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Penny: I-I'm sorry
Charlie: Y-you don't need to apologize to me.
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?: Glad I don't need to tell you to shut up with all the signs you do
B [mind]: I... share too much?
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@zombytommy I wanted to show the penny art to you [I might have on discord idk]
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umblrspectrum · 11 months
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hello that one person in my askbox asking my about my opinion on cyn. I think this should answer your question.
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chicafinal · 1 year
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chibifox2002 · 4 months
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I'm in a Mama D and baby Dedede fixation rn 💙🐧
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fizzycyberkitty · 8 months
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Dove of Peace AU part 3:
Who replaces V?
Well, let me introduce you to:
Serial Designation S!
formerly known as Sam
(uses they/them pronouns in this au)
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S plays the roles that V did, but their personality is not changed.
Always high on magnets, but somehow still manages to do their job as a disassembly drone.
They killed Thad's parents, but do they remember? Probably not, they were very high at the time.
Gonna do a poll for who to post next, I have a few ready to go but Idk which ya'll would wanna see!
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sleeve-sleeve · 10 months
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what ok i had a dream that everyone on tumblr was hyper focused on these background characters instead of anyone else in the show and i think they are quite skrunkly now just. look! them! they are so!
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jimmywilsonschutzpah · 7 months
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Oh look, it’s adorable Evan Peters in an ep of House
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like-sands-of-time · 1 year
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See I'm torn between
"House's parents/teachers noticed how advanced he was academically despite moving around so much and tried to give him an accelerated education, allowing him to graduate early and get into premed school at 14 and therefore finishing med school by the time he's 18, effectively finishing his residencies by his mid twenties and that helps him make a name for himself in the field of pathology before cuddy even hires him"
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"house's mother was distant, allowing his father to be both negligent and outright abusive, physically and emotionally. They moved around a lot and therefore house senior didn't put a lot of stock into his son's advanced education, and his mom was more focused on maintaining her social life and protests behind her husband's back, leaving house forced to learn ahead through books he either bought or checked out at libraries, only going away to college at 18. He progresses at the normal rate from there, and though he's brilliant, often almost failed courses because he refused to do work that didn't entertain him. Only through his professors seeing this did he even graduate. His reputation proceeds him through his acts in school and his stunning ability to diagnose through residency, Albeit with unconventional means ."
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grinchwrapsupreme · 1 year
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adding on to my list of Character Traits That Carry On Throughout A Series But No One Comments On Them They Just Pop Up Every Now And Then is Wilson being incapable of keeping a secret
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atomicradiogirl · 5 months
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yes house md as a show is outlandish and insane. house is literally a truman show of his own show. background characters are made out of cardboard, the walls are glass, he is just allowed to bully patients and his coworkers for funzies. but like there is also a deeply realistic element to house as a character. his actions are in line with his life, his backstory, and with his predicament. his chronic pain which lead to an opioid addiction, his childhood trauma, his trust issues that have definitely been shattered throughout his life leading to his cynicism, his refusal to seek mental support. of course the one constant and true trusting relationship in his life will also be codependent. this all makes sense. but this is also a show where house gets shot, gets recruited by the CIA for an episode, goes to jail multiple times. but it’s also a story about a deeply damaged man making the best of what he has and also learning to accept love? oh yeah and this is also a sherlock adaptation.
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eleonkraken · 5 months
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Watching House md I keep thinking that House has this true sort of queer flair to him, in his movements and his facial expressions etc etc. He's so expressive and such a large presence and so graceful, it reads very queer to me. And either it's just what Hugh is like as a performer, or it's a product of his comedic background. Acting with your whole body so much seems like it could very well come from comedy experience. Either way, I don't think many other actors could have made House such a captivating and likable character.
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thefuturewithoutus · 1 year
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characters on house md will be like House could NEVER love anyone he hates EVERYONE in the world it's NOT happening he is a selfish bastard who will never find love. and in the background house is in wilsons office like wilson❤️❤️❤️ willsonnn ❤️💞 jimmy 💞🫶 ♥️♥️♥️
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jaegeraether · 5 months
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Sunsets and footballers (Part 30)
Lucy Bronze x Reader (28) & Alexia Putellas x Character (4)
Masterlist (other parts here)
It was MD-1 for Barca and they were notorious for training hard on those days. Long days.
Lucy arrived alone, feeling almost naked without her phone, but she was also a little relieved to not have it, so she wouldn’t be seeing anymore photos of YFN and Leah online. After she’d shattered her iPad, Alexia had helped her find one of the medical staff who were still onsite to remove any shards of glass and wrap her hand. It wasn’t ideal, and she was angry with herself for losing her temper, but Alexia had helped her calm down and convince her that she needed to keep that space, out of respect for her girlfriend. It was media, after all, who were notorious for starting drama where there was none. Lucy knew better. She knew where Leah and Jordan’s hearts were, and if she put aside her insecurities, she knew where YFN’s was also. With Lucy. Lucy just hoped she hadn’t scared her away.
“Lucia! There you are!” One of the security guards rushed over as she arrived. “Your phone.. one of the fans found it.”
Lucy felt a sense of relief. Her need for YFN to be able to contact her trumped her jealousy of seeing photos of her stunning Australian with Leah. “Do you have it?”
“No.. they said they will bring it to the game tomorrow for you. I’ll find them and bring you to them tomorrow.”
Great. Another full day without it. “Thanks for letting me know.. I’ll look out for you tomorrow.”
Lucy walked onto the field and over to their exercise room, giving the camera a small acknowledgement that was a lot less than her usual grin. She just couldn’t pretend she was happy today when she wasn’t. The aching inside her, the unresolved discussions they had yet to have. Without her phone, she couldn’t even look up photos of the game YFN was at today, hoping she’d see her in the background of Jordan’s game. She dropped her boots outside and walked into the training room, the last to arrive. Ona was immediately on her.
“Lucia! Your hand!” She almost shouted, worried as she took Lucy’s hand. Lucy pulled it away a little too harshly.
“It’s fine.”
Alexia caught her eye and gave her a look. Lucy must have given a terrible response because Alexia came over then before Ona could try to talk to Lucy further.
“We did too much boxing last night.” Was all she said, as she stood between the two and crossed her arms, looking at Jonatan. That was the end of that. Ona still seemed slightly worried for Lucy and her mood. She rarely took things to heart, and always felt what other people felt deeply. A true empath.
The players were in groups or pairs most of the day, Alexia ensuring she kept Lucy close. They were rough with each other all day, not noticing the other players giving them wide berths and worried looks from afar.
“Okay, Lucia, enough.” Alexia said as they collapsed onto the grass, the soccer ball landing somewhere nearby.
They took their time to get their breath back, and Alexia was the first to sit up.
“What do you need, Lucia?” Alexia asked. She was asking as a Captain, because she didn’t really understand her needs.
Lucy was still on her back, staring up at the clouds. The sun was getting low, and she wanted to see the sunset. “I need your phone.”
She paused before she responded. “Okay.”
As easy as that? Lucy sat up and watched as Alexia collected her phone from the sidelines and came back over to sit on the grass near Lucy. Lucy took the phone gratefully, but perhaps also a little too eagerly as she looked for photos of the Aston Villa game. It had already ended, and Chelsea had completed dominated them, but she wasn’t looking at that. She was looking for her girlfriend who she found in several photos on the sidelines.
There she was, shivering in the rain with her purple beanie on as she smiled from the sidelines, those little dimples excited to see Jordan play. She was in the perfect spot to be caught in several photos and videos, talking to her work mates, talking to players, taking some photos of the players herself. Lucy watched one video several times where she raised the camera up to her eye, paused, clicked the perfect shot and then lowered the camera to look proudly at her work, exposing her pink nose that Lucy just knew was freezing cold. She saw her talking to Millie and Erin Cuthbert from Chelsea, and then with her arms wrapped around Jordan as they caught up after the match. She looked so happy, and Lucy’s heart missed that. It longed for her. Even more so when she realised that she was wearing Lucy’s hoodie. That was enough proof for her that she hadn’t scared her away just yet. Still, the need to have a proper conversation with her Australian weighed on her heavily.
She was staring at one photo in particular of her and Jordan cuddled together, warming each other in the rain when Alexia spoke.
“She’s pretty.”
Lucy gave a small acknowledgement at that, still staring and taking in all of her. Butterflies appeared in her stomach like she was a teenager in high school with a crush.
“You don’t want to call her?”
Lucy sighed and looked up then. “I don’t know her number. I smashed my iPad. My MacBook is at home..”
“You can buy a new phone? I can give you leave early..” Not quite the right English wording, but she was trying.
“Security says a fan found my phone and they’ll give it to me tomorrow at the game.” She had thought about buying a new phone, she really didn’t care about the money, however she though it would be better to wait until game day tomorrow rather than waiting for her phone company to activate a new sim.
Alexia nodded, and Lucy gave her phone back.
“Alexia… thank you. For today, and yesterday, and for everything. Just… thank you. I appreciate it.”
“That’s okay, Lucia Roberta,” she said and cheekily nudged her shoulder with her own. This was the real Alexia. “We stick together, si?”
“We do.. so enough about me. Why do you seem even more grumpy today than you were yesterday?”
Alexia was in her vulnerable, non-Captain state, but still paused to think about how open she would be with the right back. Apparently she needed to vent to someone, and Lucy had chosen the right moment. “I… dream about her.”
“Bad dream?”
“No.. good dream. But then it’s a…bad dream.”
“Ah.” Lucy understood her hesitation now. Her best guess? A sex dream which potentially ended with her leaving for months on end. Lucy usually teased people, it was her thing, but she knew it was the wrong time, especially when Alexia finally seemed to be opening up to her after knowing her for a few years. “And going to the bar tonight would be a bad idea..”
Alexia nodded as if she’d already had the same thought. No point stirring that beehive before the game. “Today… was good.” She looked at Lucy; thoughtful hazel eyes meeting empathetic green ones.
“I needed today.” Lucy agreed.
When Lucy arrived home, her attention first went to greeting Narla, followed closely by her opening up her MacBook to multiple messages, emails, notifications. She found the one she wanted; a message from YFN that morning. She must have sent it just after Lucy had closed her laptop.
YFN: I’m sorry for taking so long.. I’m really not used to this, Luce. I can’t stop thinking about you. Can we talk?
Her heart skipped a few beats. She couldn’t stop thinking about her. Was that why she wore her hoodie? And she was sorry, after seeing all of those photos?! She took a deep breath to control herself. She couldn’t start a conversation over text, she didn’t want to risk any miscommunication. Lucy wanted to do everything right by her little Australian from now on.
Lucy: Sorry, little one. Just got home from training. Lost my phone yesterday.
YFN replied almost immediately and she wondered where she was and what she was doing.
YFN: How are you texting me..?
Lucy: MacBook.
YFN: I was starting to worry.. can we talk?
She was worrying? Lucy guaranteed YFN hadn’t been as worried as she had been all day. The past few days. Okay.. since she’d last seen YFN. She worded her next text carefully.
Lucy: We need to talk, but not over text. I’m not a good texter. Security said a fan found my phone so I’ll get it tomorrow at the game and call you after it, okay?
There was a pause for a minute or so before she replied.
YFN: Okay Luce.
Okay! Good. She wanted to talk. Lucy worked out the time.. her game started at 3pm London time, it would finish at 5pm, and she could escape early by 5:30pm if she asked Alexia.
Lucy: I’ll call you about five-thirty your time. Will you be free?
Please be free.
YFN: Okay, I’ll be driving to Crawley then.
Crawley that late? She did the math in her head. She’d be in Crawley very late at night. She was worried.
Lucy: You’ll be staying in the London apartment overnight, I hope?
Another pause.
YFN: Is that still okay?
She was worried Lucy wouldn’t be okay with it? Her heart sank a little as she thought about YFN feeling like she shouldn’t use the keychain she’d given her. She would never regret that.
Lucy: I’d be upset if you didn’t. I meant it when I gave you that keychain.
YFN: I love it, Luce. How’s your hand?
Lucy let out a breath. Okay, she’s going to stay in London. She’ll be safe and have somewhere to sleep. Perfect. And worrying about her hand meant she’d also been following Lucy’s day online, but she didn’t want to stress her with the real story just yet.
Lucy: It’s okay. Stupid accident. I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, okay?
YFN: Yes, please. Have a good game tomorrow, Luce.
Lucy would have given anything for her to be at that game tomorrow, or vice versa.
Match day. Lucy arrived early, again finding an excuse to not go with Ona. She knew she’d have to explain eventually, but that would be for later, when YFN was in Spain perhaps. She dropped her things off in the changing room, surprised she wasn’t the first there, and wandered until she found the security guard from yesterday. Disappointingly, he hadn’t seen the fan yet.. they hadn’t arrived. He had their phone number and texted them and they said they’d meet after the game, asking that they get to meet Lucy as repayment for finding her phone. With gritted teeth, she agreed. She did love her fans... the good ones… but she didn’t like being forced into situations like the one she was currently in.
Frustrated about her phone, she decided to take it out on the pitch rather than bottle it up. To be fair, she didn’t see how she could have stopped herself if she wanted to. She just felt so… angry. Annoyed. Needy. This unresolved matter putting more and more strain on this new relationship she had. One that, until she had left for Spain, had been absolutely perfect in every way.
The opposition eventually worked out not to pass down through right back as Lucy was being so fucking aggressive, though just before this, she’d managed to pass a perfect little lob assist to Salma for a goal. It was the most relaxed move she’d made all game. Most of her just wanted to launch the ball towards goal as hard as she could and break the fucking net.
Unfortunately for Sevilla, they also couldn’t go through the midfield either, because Alexia was on a mission. She’d gotten away with so many trips and late tackles that even Lucy was surprised.
Half time was a much needed break, and both Alexia and Lucy were pulled aside, away from the team. Jonatan didn’t ask what the problem was, his only concern was that they didn’t get red cards. Alexia and Lucy looked at each other as if they each thought each other was the bigger issue. Jonatan rolled his eyes at that, giving up his attempt to talk down the two most stubborn and independent women in the team.
After half time it took three minutes for Lucy to get her yellow card. The player marking her had been trying to shove back all game and Lucy was sick of the disrespect and hip and shouldered her over the boundary line for the ball. Unfortunately, she took the ball with her and Lucy knew she was lucky to get a yellow. Two minutes after that, and perhaps a little inspired by Lucy, Alexia received a yellow for a very late tackle of Sevilla’s best player in the midfield. Lucy heard her yelling at the girl to “Get up!” and couldn’t help but chuckle. It was so unlike Alexia.
The game ended in domination 7-0 to Barca, though Lucy watched the final whistle blow from the bench as she’d been subbed off not too long after her yellow. She hated being subbed off or not playing but in this instance, she understood.
After the game, she immediately found the security guard again and he led her to the boundary where the fans with her phone were apparently sitting. She had to step on an esky to reach them, however. The security guard pointed at three girls then, and Lucy froze as she stared at the ‘fans’ directly in front of her.
Her body locked with her jaw, as she stopped her immediate reaction, which would have been to drag her over the fence.
“Hey Lucy.” Kristie smiled brightly, as if it were their first-time meeting.
Lucy didn’t reply. She just stared at the woman who seemed early to mid 20s.
Kristie blushed. “I… I have your phone.”
So it was her she saw in the crowd the other day. Why the fuck was she in Spain? And wearing her Barca Bronze jersey? She wanted to rip it away from her. Lucy opened her mouth to speak but was cut off as Kristie leaned closer to her.
“Lucy.. we’re surrounded by fans right now who can hear everything you say.. so maybe just think about that, hm?” She gestured to the photographers watching them interact. “I know you’re great with fans, so we also don’t want a picture misinterpreted either.”
Then she gave a bright smile, and Lucy struggled to believe how manipulative she was. She still didn’t speak until Kristie took Lucy’s phone from her pocket and waved it in front of her. Lucy went to grab it but she pulled it back.
“What. Do. You want.” She asked through gritted teeth.
She leant closer to Lucy, resting her weight on the barrier between them and locking eyes with her. Blue, determined eyes.
“I want a date with you.”
Lucy scoffed.
“I’m being serious,” she said with an innocent expression. “I know you, Luce-”
“Don’t call me that.” She said harshly and flinched as she saw that someone close by had heard her snapping.
“I do, though. I know you. Better than her… maybe even better than yourself. I think we could have a great time getting to know each other.”
Lucy didn’t speak. Did she really think she would accept that?
“Look, Lucy, I know things haven’t gone well between us lately..”
Was she kidding? Lucy didn’t even know the woman.
“…but I think everything had been misinterpreted and just blown up too much. I’m sorry about my friends.. they know I like you and they’ve been the ones sending the photos and with the window incident…” She gave a sheepish look that make Lucy feel sick. The manipulation. Anyone listening could have actually believed her. And Lucy didn’t for one second believe that all of it wasn’t her doing. “So I want to apologise for them. They went way too far, so I’m here to say sorry to you.”
Lucy looked at her ‘friends’ either side of her and scoffed again. Why had they agreed to this?
“What you’ve done is unforgiveable. Give me my phone.”
“So you can text her?” She asked with audacity and jealousy.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Lucy, please! She doesn’t even know who you are. She doesn’t even like football. She’s just here to use you and drive your car and get work through you. That’s it. I’m really sorry to have to be the one to tell you, but that’s all she wants from you, and I can’t stand by and watch her abuse you like that. I care about you too much.”
Lucy took a deep breath in, pinching the bridge of her nose and closing her eyes. She didn’t trust herself to speak.
“Think about how you met her.. I mean.. I bet if you take a moment to think about it, it’ll be suspicious as hell. She’s purposely wormed her way in and used you. I’d never do that to you, Luce..” Lucy flinched. “Like I said… I know you. You care a lot, especially about your family. You work hard. You love to have fun and tease. And… I wouldn’t do what she’s done. I wouldn’t shut you out because someone sent me photos of you with a friend.”
Lucy’s gaze shot up and met hers. She pulled back slightly, realising what she’d just admitted. So the photos of Lucy and Ona had been from her. Of course they had.
“I was doing it for you.. to show you that she doesn’t know you and doesn’t deserve you, Lucy. I know you’d never cheat.”
Lucy stared blankly, almost conflicted.
“So go on a date with me tonight… and I’ll give your phone back at the end. Who knows, you might be surprised at just how well we get on. I can be pretty entertaining.” She flashed her smile again, and if Lucy was being honest with herself, it was pretty.
So that was the crux of it all. A date for her phone. She looked at the time showing on the screen. Five twenty-eight pm. She realised then that she would miss her phone call with YFN.
“She can go another night without hearing from you.” Kristie cooed, as if reading her thoughts and wiggled her phone in front of her. “It’s your choice.”
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under-loch-n-key · 1 month
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I was going to make this little comic longer, but I am so exhausted. I didn’t want to draw detailed stuff, so I doodled the characters and just imported backgrounds. I know House’s cane is on the wrong side of him, I did do it for an artistic choice just so we can see the gesture of his hand better. I shortened the comic to three panels.
The 2nd panel was done in the early morning so it is the most messy. I also forgot his curl too. Sorry about that. Lol.
Here’s the dialogue that was going to be in the panels and undrawn panels:
[Enter House] we see him leaned back in his chair with his legs kicked up on the desk playing with his ball when one of The Ducklings™️ enter the room.
[Enter Chase]
Chase: Oh, God! House- you got, you going to a costume party?
House: *tossing his ball up in the air and catching it a final time with a sigh* No, Wilson had to cancel the orgy..
Chase: Right..did not need to know that…
House: As your kind say, ask and thy shall receive. Except me, Wilson was going to be receiving this time. He drew the short straw.
Chase: Ew, God, just- WHY.. why do your eyes look like that?
House: *points to his eyes in the gesture of a peace sign* these blue eyed babies?
House begins to get up from his chair and limp over to Chase. He puts a hand on the man’s shoulder and with a serious expression he says,
House: Well Chase, I- there’s something you should know..
House then leans into Chase’s personal space and whispers,
House: I’m just really into cosplay.
House gives Chase a final pat on the shoulder and limps out of the room. Leaving a horrified Chase in his office. Wilson’s lunch awaits.
More Ethical Omens MD comics soonnnn!! Enjoy the doodles. 💛💛💛
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lqtraintracks · 4 months
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Omg it's reveals!!!! I was so excited to participate in @hd-erised this year again! I loved writing this fic for the completely lovely @xx-thedarklord-xx (a little more on that below) and being a part of everything with all the other kickass participants (I will be reblogging my incredible gift art again later as well because HOLY SHIT Y'ALL)! I want to thank the mods so very much for running things so smoothly, putting in countless hours of hard work, and being awesome!
The super talented @nv-md made this gorgeous banner! Thank you so much; you know I was a'flailing! She was also my beta along with yet another rockstar, @capipuff, and I can't thank the two of you enough! <3333 Okay onward with the deets!
Title: Jasmine in Bloom Author: Me Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, background Ron/Hermione, background Dean/Seamus Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~41,500 Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter; Creature Fic; Tattoos; Tattoo Artist Draco Malfoy; Landscaper Harry Potter; Magical Theory; UST; Meddling Friends; Nonbinary Characters (not Harry or Draco); Disability; Assistive Devices; Chronic Pain; Recreational Drug Use; Clubbing; Bowling; Hung Harry; Humor; Mild Angst; Jealousy; Soulmates; Brief Mention of Animal Deaths; Bisexual Draco Malfoy; Bisexual Harry Potter; Wanking; Inappropriate Erections; Shaving; Blood; Buff Harry; the man is ripped okay; Disaster Wolf Harry; Hot Werewolf Harry; he contains multitudes; Himbo Harry Potter; but also; Powerful Harry Potter; Magical Genius Harry Potter; Competency Kink; Himbo Kink; Frottage; Blow Jobs; Deep Throating; Face Fucking; Rimming; Anal Sex; Werewolf/Human Sex; Knotting; Creampie; Post-Hogwarts; Alternating POV, Alcohol, Spitting, Slapping, Creature Prejudice, Internalised Creature Prejudice, Shame, Anger Issues, Breaking and Entering, Invasion of Privacy, Sparring, Rough Sex Summary: This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn. Author's Notes: XxTheDarkLordxX, now that I can squee openly about it, I loved your sign-up SO MUCH! Tattoos; creatures; soulmates; magical theory; Neville, Goyle, and Luna; 'Maybe Harry is a lesson Draco didn't know he needed'; 'Plotting by friends brings them together'; and 'Opposites that discover that not everything is quite what it seems. The things that separate them also bring them together and show their dichotomy.' Those were all the things I tried to cram in here, and I had SO MUCH FUN doing it! You were a pleasure to write for. Also, there is a spoiler tag in the end notes if any of you are the sort who can’t stand not knowing! It’s not anything in relation to any of the major archive warnings or other content warnings, though, rest assured. I think it's better to go in not knowing right off the bat. ;) Anyway, enough talk! Enjoy! <333
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dragonagitator · 2 months
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Omar Epps is such a magnificent actor.
I just got to the House MD season 2 finale "No Reason" in my latest rewatch, and look at the face Foreman makes when Moriarty first enters the room:
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Foreman could immediately tell that something wasn't right. House wasn't just being racist when he hired Foreman for his "street smarts" -- Foreman actually does have excellent instincts when it comes to reading malicious intent.
I've had the show on in the background all day today, so I just watched Euphoria 1 & 2 earlier as well. Those are the two episodes that showcase Omar Epps' acting ability the best -- dude went through the ENTIRE range of human emotion -- but this scene in "No Reason" demonstrates that he nails the more subtle stuff too.
Foreman will never be my favorite character -- his dynamic with his older brother reminds me way too much of my own judgmental hard-ass much more successful younger brother (right down to the long periods of not speaking to me or even acknowledging that I exist) -- but the more I rewatch the show, the more I love Omar Epps.
Any huge Omar Epps fans out there want to recommend me some other stuff he's in? I only know him from House MD, and I've never even heard of the other shows listed on his IMDB page. Are Resurrection, Shooter, and/or Power Book III: Raising Kanan any good? (And do I have to watch Power Book I & II before I can watch III? Literally never heard of it before today!)
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