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madqueenalanna · 10 months

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i think 6x19 "the choice" is the closest house md comes to genuinely giving us all the pieces about house/wilson and i'm going to explain why (delusional)

the a plot is an extremely in-denial gay man collapsing at the altar with his almost-wife. we discover over the course of the episode that he used to have a "roommate" he had sex with for years who clearly still has feelings for him, and his symptoms were caused by the brain damage he gave himself in conversion therapy. it's an unusually real, sad ending, where the fiancee tells him to figure himself out and leaves as he begs her to stay and insists he's straight for real. no real closure beyond that

now, many episodes of house have the b plot (either the team's personal drama or a clinic patient) connect thematically with the a plot, either to jog house's brain blasts or just to form a cohesive narrative. so what's the b plot this episode? wilson's relationship with sam is getting more serious and he wants to distract house. house starts the episode waking up in a neighbor kid's bed bc he got so drunk he was sleepwalking. house has a long, explicit history of self-medicating when he's in emotional distress. house goes out three times with his fellows and all three serve to tie him back to wilson:

he goes out with taub and his wife. this is to highlight the strained awkwardness of a straight relationship, and esp when the guy has a history of infidelity (at least one of wilson's marriages dissolved due to him cheating, and taub is already cheating on rachel again)

he goes out with thirteen to a lesbian bar. this is connecting them as both bisexual, and they talk about gaydar and then thirteen talks about how it's cruel that the patient is lying to his fiancee about his sexuality bc honesty is the most important thing, including honesty to one's self. this is easily applicable to house needing to admit his feelings for wilson. (extremely delusional) the lesbian bar is called "foxhole" and the saying "there are no atheists in the foxhole" specifically refers to situations where one has no choice but to give in to faith. so. also the gay patient in s2 has a parasite he got from foxes

he goes out with chase and foreman and they perform karaoke. specifically they sing "midnight train to georgia" and they don't change the pronouns?? so chase is singing lead about another man while foreman and house back him up?? it's about following a man across the country bc you would rather give up your entire life than lose him (house does this at the end of s8). one of the outro lines (not in the episode, but i've listened to the song a lot) is "my man, his girl" and like. c'mon

there's a great moment where the patient is denying he's gay and he says "i'm as straight as either of you" to house and thirteen, who makes a face in the background. let's be so for real here

the episode ends with cuddy asking if house wants to go out, and he asks if wilson put her up to this too. she denies it and says lucas is working late so she's free and they can be friends. house says friends is the last thing he wants to be (we know). she leaves, and he rubs his leg, almost reaches for ibuprofen, and grabs whiskey instead as the ep ends. again, bookended on self-medicating, and we know his leg hurts worse during emotional pain– he got an mri when stacy left in s2 for the same reason. when house gets his big epiphany he says "wisdom is knowing the difference between what you can change and what you were born with" and he says this while having an argument with wilson!

i choose to believe at least some of this was intentional on the part of the writer bc he also wrote "lines in the sand" which is one of the most empathetic episodes in general and also gives us a lot of patient-house connections. i'm well aware this reads like pepe silvia qanon for gay people

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emotionallyits2009 · 3 years

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supernatural/house crossover. dean spends the whole episode trying to have sex with thirteen who's instead trying to have sex with mary who's trying to have sex with foreman who's trying not to talk to anyone. chase absolutely strikes out outside of all of this. it would be funny if cas & wilson hook up bc of the insane emotional fallout, but it's hard to imagine it actually happening, and it might actually be more gutting to their respective unhealthily dependent bestie if they become genuine friends instead and share feelings and recipe links. i would like to think rowena & cutthroat bitch hook up because it's hot, but it might be too much of a putting a cat in front of a mirror scenario.

but cuddy & crowley fuck.

okay crossover episode where dean comes down with a mysterious disease and cas can’t heal him for random plot reasons so he has to go to the hospital. first of all Cameron is the ULTIMATE #icanfixhim girl so she latches onto dean. she’s a shark and his trauma is blood in the water. she tries to make him talk about his daddy issues while he just deflects and makes sexist comments. this is what 90% of season 1-3 house episodes are like so we’re off to a great, in-character start.

house calls dean a closet case within two minutes of meeting him and dean throws something. when cas shows up he makes some vaguely homophobic comments about the two of them. however cas and dean’s relationship is paralleled heavily to wilson and house’s relationship all episode. wilson and cas end up in a scene together where cas is like “I feel so helpless because I can’t heal him :(“ and wilson, who doesn’t know this is about Literally Healing Him and thinks it’s metaphorical is like “well you can’t help people if they don’t want to be helped 😔”. idk what issue house and wilson are going through but it’s something about not being able to communicate.

by the end of the episode wilson has talked cas into having a semi-honest conversation with dean where he’s like “I feel like it’s my fault that you’re in pain right now because normally I would be able to heal you” and dean is like “c’mon, buddy, you know it’s not your fault, right?” yeah okay and then this ties back into house and wilson (i’m thinking out loud here) where they have a conversation at the very end of the episode where house is like “i KNOW you’re blaming yourself for me being [back on vicodin] right now. when will you learn that you CAN’T fix me you can’t take responsibility for other people’s fucked up actions!”

crowley gets sent in to distract cuddy while house’s gang does some dangerous unnecessary medical procedure and sam & cas are trying a magic ritual solution. and they do fuck. #milf4milf

SOMEHOW the diagnosis goes back to John. like dean makes an offhand comment about something his dad used to do and house has his epiphany and is like you idiot! why didn’t you mention that your dad used to leave you alone with your brother in dirty motel rooms for weeks on end! CLEARLY you have a delayed onset of Abandoned-In-Dirty-Motels-As-A-Child-For-Weeks-On-End Disease and would have been died of it in the next hour if I, the greatest doctor in the world, had not caught it. luckily the treatment is very simple and you will be up and walking around tomorrow even though right now five of your organs are failing.

finally, during the episode SAM hooks up with thirteen (they’ve been having side conversations about death and feeling like you don’t have a choice in what’s gonna happen to you all episode) and at the end her Huntington’s diagnosis is revealed (this is a big au okay) so his dick game remains positively deadly.

#hotgirlgarak #housenatural #this post feels STRAIGHT out of 2010 living up to my url

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dilfhanni · 4 years

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No one at the hospital knows you two are married.

“How’s the husband? Still too busy for a vacation?” Mrs. Johnson was trying to make friendly conversation with you – like she did every time you saw her – by asking about House. Or ‘the husband’ as she knew him. Anyone else who knew him wouldn’t be so fond of him, but you were lucky enough to tell her about all of the good things he does and how good he was to you. The last time you saw her, you were stressed from how heavy a workload you had and were in desperate need of a vacation. You told her that House (‘the husband’) wouldn’t be able to go and you refused to leave without him; apparently, she remembered that.

“Yes, unfortunately. But work is so much better now, I’m no longer in dire need of way too much sunlight and sand in unwanted places.” You gave her your warmest smile and she let out a soft laugh, hanging her purse over her shoulder. You lead her to the door and followed her out of the room.

“Tell him that he needs to take you anyway, you look like you could use some sun.” You shook your head slightly and set her chart in the file holder beside the door.

“I thought my vampirish glow was working for me.” You walked to the nurses station and waved her off with a goodbye, grabbing another patient file. You might as well try to fulfill your clinic hours while you were here. The doors to the clinic opened and you could see a small group of people walking in, one of them with a distinct walk. Something you could recognize anywhere. You set the file back and walked around the opposite side of the clinic, avoiding him like the plague.

You two made a pact to ignore each other at work and to pretend like you didn’t know the other existed. It was easier for you two that way, no arguments to have over a patient or annoying things to dispute about your relationship with talkative nurses. You could hear the collection of footsteps following you at a somewhat faster pace and House say something to them, your eyes searching the clinic to see who was paying attention. You turned your head to look over your shoulder at them, seeing House looking back at you.

“Need a consult.” You stopped and turned your body to face him, seeing his fellows standing behind him and watching with curious faces.

“Come to my office, I’m not doing this here.” You walked out of the clinic and to the elevators, knowing that House would be following you. You pressed the button and tucked your hands into your lab coat pockets, feeling the presence of someone standing right next to you. You spoke so only House could hear you, your eyes staying on the elevator doors. “There’s no one else you could get a consult from? Or are you still mad about last night?” You stepped into the elevator as it opened, turning to face the doors and seeing his fellows looking at you two with their eyebrows scrunched together. He stepped in beside you and pressed the button for your floor.

“Sorry, no more room.” He spoke to them and you watched as the doors slid shut before turning your head to face him. He looked down at you and raised his eyebrows slightly. “No, I’m not mad because I know I was right and so do you.” Your mouth hung open a bit as you scoffed.

“There is no way in hell you were right. Admit it, you just want to tell everyone that you love me and you’re tired of hiding it anymore.” The doors opened as you were finished talking and you smirked at him, walking out of the elevator backwards and watching as he rolled his eyes. You turned around and lead him to your office, finding his team already sitting and waiting. You smiled at them before sitting at your desk, clasping your hands together on the top of your desk.

“Fever, joint pain, rash, seizures, kidney function declining.” House was the first to speak in the room, his eyes focused on the window and his hands tapping his cane up and down.

“And you needed my expertise? It sounds like autoimmune.” You watched his face for a moment before resting your head on your hand, raising an eyebrow. “Do you need me to tell you it’s lupus? Because I can. Gladly.” He turned to look at you and narrowed his eyes.

“It’s not lupus.” You raised your hand to get him to stop his tangent before he even started, his fellows surprised that he listened.

“Is the ANA positive?” He sighed and nodded, a smirk spreading on your lips. “It’s lupus.” You watched as he grumbled to himself, the only female fellow speaking up; you think he called her Thirteen, but you can’t remember.

“Do you two know each other?” You looked between her and House, wondering if you should tell them the truth, before sighing.

“Yes. He’s my husband and currently being an idiot.” You watched as he crossed the room to stand beside you at your desk, some stupid remark about to come out of his mouth. “It’s lupus and you need to start treatment.” You could see his fellows watching you two carefully, trying to figure out if you were lying or not. House looked at them and picked your left hand up, showing them the ring on your finger.

“It’s real, you can stop looking at us like that. Is it so hard to believe someone would want to marry me?” You rolled your eyes and took your hand back, looking at the four doctors in front of you.

“You can ask Wilson if you still don’t believe us.” You stood from your chair and walked to the door, opening it and gesturing outside. “Now that you have what you needed, I have to get back to my job. Go treat your patient.” House walked to you, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout. You shook your head and shoved him out of the door, nodding towards him to get the other four to follow him. “No, don’t look at me like that. It’s lupus.” You shut the door behind them and went back to your desk, looking down at your calendar and seeing that you had a patient to see in ten minutes.

You opened the door to Wilson’s office, seeing House sitting on the couch and quickly entering the room. You shut the door behind yourself and sat in the chair in front of his desk, sticking your tongue out at House before turning your attention to Wilson.

“He told his team our secret.” You watched as Wilson looked between you and House, his eyebrows scrunching for a minute before realization dawned on him.

“So, they know you’re married. It’s not a big deal, it’s about time you told people.” Your mouth hung open slightly and you looked back at House, his face mirroring yours.

“Can you believe this guy? He thinks we can just tell the hospital about our personal lives and be fine with it.” You turned your attention back to Wilson – who was shaking his head in annoyance at you two – and heard House speak behind you.

“She thinks I can’t behave myself if people at work know we’re married.” You nodded and looked back at him, his fingers playing with a loose thread on the couch.

“I know you can’t behave yourself, House. When we had to tell Cuddy, you were bursting with the need to tell her about our sex life in as many innuendos as possible.” You raised your eyebrow at him, his argument deflating as you stared him down. You turned back to Wilson and saw that he was ignoring you both, his eyes focused on his paperwork. You reached forward and grabbed a pen off of his desk, leaning forward and scribbling a stick man onto his calendar. You gave the stick man a cane and drew a speech bubble, writing ‘Wilson Sux’ in it. Wilson reached out and grabbed the pen from you, putting it in his drawer along with the rest of his stationary.

“Wilson…” You looked over to the door and saw Thirteen standing in the doorway, Chase behind her. You smiled at them and they seemed a bit taken aback. “I was just wondering if you’d seen House.” You looked over at House and watched as he stood up, walking to the door. He stopped beside you and leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. When he pulled away you smiled at him, missing his touch already.

“Forgot to ask, do you want takeout tonight? I can stop on my way home.” You stood from your chair and walked to the door, stepping around Thirteen and Chase.

“Don’t get the one with the bald guy, he forgets half of our order every time.” You gave him a thumbs up before stepping into the elevator, needing to get some paperwork done. Thirteen and Chase stared at him in disbelief, Chase the first to speak up.

“You’re actually married? Not just going insane and thinking a hooker is your wife?” House narrowed his eyes at him, leaving Wilson’s office and heading to his own with Chase and Thirteen in tow.

“Believe it or not, she’s the one that pursued me.” He sat down in his desk chair, Chase and Thirteen standing in front of his desk and looking at him like he had two heads.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Thirteen thought she was catching onto a clue that it was made up, trying to get him to admit it.

“We made an agreement to keep it under wraps. It made things easier; no one to distract me during a case and no one to scare her patients away.” Chase looked over at Thirteen, his eyebrows raised. Foreman came into the room, holding lab results.

“His kidneys are improving.” House groaned and tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling tiles.

“Don’t tell (Y/N) she was right.”

“How’s your patient?” You sat with your legs crossed, facing House with the remnants of your dinner sitting on the coffee table. You had your head resting on your hand, your elbow propped up on the back of the couch. House was staring intently at some guy showing off a sponsored power tool, his feet propped up on the coffee table and his hand rubbing at his thigh.

“Stable. Apparently, lupus is a real thing.” You laughed and climbed carefully onto his lap, not putting any weight down on his bad leg. You placed both hands on the sides of his face, leaning down to press your lips to his. You pulled back and smirked down at him, his eyes closed now.

“Tell me I was right and I’ll make tonight fun for you.” You placed kisses along his jaw, moving down until your lips were at the collar of his shirt. He placed his hands on your hips, sighing in frustration before mumbling something to himself. You looked up at him and moved your hands to his belt, unbuckling it while raising your eyebrow. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” You unbuttoned his jeans and paused, waiting for him to say it louder.

“You were right. Happy now?” You smiled and kissed his neck, unzipping his jeans slowly.

“Very happy.”

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I found this prompt on the gregory house x reader tag ! I can’t remember who wrote it originally but I wanted to give it a try <33

#house md #gregory house #gregory house imagine #house md imagines #gregory house x reader #hugh laurie #avenue-cherry

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altik-0 · 4 years

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Personal Revelation

I've spent the last two weeks trying to figure out how to write this post, but my mind has felt like it's tumbling around a washing machine and trying to figure out how to straighten my thoughts into a coherent message has felt impossible. But I'm driving myself crazy continuing to hold off on saying something, so I'm going to just rip off the bandage now, and we can talk in more depth after the cut.

Hi! 👋 I'm Asexual and Aromantic! Let's talk about it.

Where to even start

This month has been a fucking trip.

On the one hand, this has been the fourth month of nearly continuous quarantine for the COVID-19 pandemic. On the other, the end of May was the spark that began a wildfire of protests against police brutality that have swept across the country, including the seemingly milquetoast land of Salt Lake City. I found myself simultaneously figuring out the umpteenth way to keep myself entertained while being in home nearly uninterrupted for over 90 days, while also desperately searching for the courage to exit my home and join the marches against injustice.

And in the background of all of this, it was Pride Month.

On the 12th, a Youtube creator I follow released a video about their experience discovering themselves as non-binary. You should watch it, but what is important for the sake of this post is that the bulk of the video is an asynchronous telling of various moments throughout their life that, in reflection, show them that "[they] were who [they] are now, back then". These moments form a tapestry that tell a story of self discovery, and the result is incredibly powerful.

They released a rough cut about a week earlier for Patreon supporters, and I was immediately transfixed. I watched it three times in a row on the first day it was uploaded. I watched it twice more after the release. Hell, when I pulled this video up now to get the share link I couldn't help but sit and watch through it all over again.

At first I didn't really know why I felt so attached to this piece in particular. Yet still, I spent multiple nights laying awake for hours in what felt like a dreamlike haze at the time. It took three nights like this for me to realize I had spent all this time reflecting on my own past moments, and revisiting them through the lens this video had shared with me.

How I got here

It is September 2005. I am currently at a school dance. I know I am supposed to be finding someone to dance with and enjoy that for some reason, but all I want to do is go home. I might consider mustering up some courage and just asking someone, anyone, to dance, if it weren't for the fact that I still didn't have any friends. Instead, I feel trapped, wandering up and down the side wall, waiting for it to be over so I can finally leave. I stumble across a small group also sitting on the sides; a girl reading manga, and another playing Yu-Gi-Oh! with a boy across from her. I approach: "I didn't realize anyone still played this" They invite me to join, and soon I find myself with genuine friends at school for the first time in years. I never think about asking someone to dance again.

It is the summer of 2017. I am at a bar with some coworkers at the end of the week. I don't drink, but I've opened myself up to joining people for happy hour because it feels like a good way to socialize, and I've genuinely enjoyed getting to know folks. My team lead makes a comment that he feels it's impossible for a man and a woman to ever have a friendly relationship without having some element of sexual tension between them. I rebuff this comment -- initially I feel a sense of feminist frustration at the concept, as if it is implicitly saying that men and women should not work together. As the conversation continues, I realize the real reason I feel so sure this is wrong is because I have never felt this way toward anyone I've worked with.

It is the summer of 2008. I am in church, listening to the new instructor for my Sunday school class shift the discussion towards politics. Since he began, every lesson without fail will eventually derail into right-wing screeds. For him, any issue that is even vaguely left-leaning is a potential avenue for Satan to take hold of you: feminism, activism, even environmentalism. But lately he has had a particular fixation on the topic of gay marriage, and it is beginning to take a toll on my mental health. Being in these classes, hearing a man in a position of authority repeatedly say "it is not that we shouldn't love these people, but we need to still understand that they are committing a sin" has become physically painful to listen to. Of course, I am not queer, just an ally -- I can only imagine how painful this must be for those who are directly affected. I will nearly pass out from exhaustion and anxiety during sacrament meeting a few hours later.

It is February 2020. I am out to lunch with a friend and coworker. I have just recently changed jobs after less than a year, because I was hopelessly miserable at my last one. It should have been a dream job, marrying two of my closest passions, but instead I felt suffocated by being in a world where everyone seemed indifferent towards me at best, or actively hated me at worst. My friend invited me to join this job, and although it is a miserable job, I find solace in being able to go to lunch and have genuine conversations with someone I get along with. He mentions his wife is pregnant, and the stress of tending for his current child while she is resting. I acknowledge the frustration, though somewhat awkwardly since I am still single. "Oh, yeah, I sometimes forget you aren't married yet, haha. Well, don't worry, you'll get to join in on the fun soon enough!" I want to say "I very much doubt that"; instead I say "Well, I guess we'll see." The conversation does not feel so genuine anymore.

It is January 2009. I am watching House M.D. with my dad. We bond a lot while watching tv. We're both avid fans of MST3K, and we are invariably the obnoxious people in a movie theater a few rows down cracking jokes throughout the film. It feels fun and rebellious, even if we're doing it at home where nobody will be annoyed. This episode starts with Foreman and Thirteen waking up together in bed after clearly spending the night together. My dad cracks a joke about how "they're going to get in trouble, since they aren't married!" I quip back "nah, it's not a big deal, they just slept together, haha." My dad pauses the show and turns to me, deadly serious: "Who told you that was okay?!" I am a deer in headlights. I suddenly realize that I meant "slept together" literally, but nobody else uses it that way. I don't understand how I missed that.

It is October 2010. I am at home, speaking with my mother after coming home from school. She has always been a political firebrand, and especially after I left the church and started college the two of us have connected on this a lot. She has just read an article that mentioned the expanded acronym "LGBTQIA", and says she doesn’t know what all the "I" and "A" refer to. I don't yet know what the "I" refers to, but I suggest the "A" is probably for "asexual". She says she hadn't heard of asexuality, though that does make sense. I realize I don't recall hearing about asexuality before either. I don't actually know if anyone identifies like that. It just somehow feels like something that must exist.

It is the spring of 2007. I am at a local game store playing at a Friday Night Magic event for the first time. I suffer from very extreme social anxiety, and I spent the entire week a ball of nervous energy. Despite myself, I have managed to drive myself to the event and register. I have promised myself dozens of times over that I already knew Magic players were people similar to me, so there was no reason to worry. My first match is against someone wearing a frilly dress, cat ears, and tail. She mews at me several times while playing. On the surface I have frozen and only robotically go through motions of playing the game because my anxiety has boiled over to the point that I cannot quite function properly. Inside, I am filled with pure delight at realizing that someone could feel comfortable expressing themselves that openly in a space like this. I eventually become friends with this person who I will later learn is trans -- I had never met a trans person before. I will become close friends with three more trans people, at least two enbies, and countless other queer people over the next decade of playing this wonderful game.

It is November 2019. I am at work, sitting at my desk, feeling completely numb despite starting the day energetic to the point of mania. I've just had an argument with a close friend -- perhaps the closest friend I've ever had -- and it ended... poorly, to put it mildly. So poorly, in fact, that it is safe to say we are just not friends anymore. The reality was that there were always problems between us, and this was a culmination of conflict that never really got effectively resolved. It might not have even been possible to resolve. In the moment, though, I cannot escape the suffocating feeling that I am a failure as a human being; someone who simply does not know how to maintain a relationship. My mind goes through loops of how I could have said something differently to have it end better. The emotional pain will not fully make sense to me until several months later, when I realize this was the closest thing to a break-up that I've ever experienced.

It is January 2012. I am watching House M.D. with my dad again. Since leaving the church, watching shows like this has been a desperate lifeline for our relationship. We don't joke as much anymore. This episode features a side plot with an asexual couple, who House determines is simply impossible, and uses his power of supreme logic to prove the asexuality wasn't real all along. I have heard of asexuality, though I don't know where or when, so I am angry at this. Of course, as an ally. I want to joke with my dad to release some frustration, but he is still in the church, and I don’t think he will empathize. I stay silent, and do not enjoy this episode.

It is December 2019. I am scrolling through a Discord channel I was invited to from one of the leftist creators I follow. This community has been a breath of fresh air in many ways, and one I found surprisingly helpful was an NSFW adult content chat channel where people are open about sex, fetishes, and more. I've considered myself fairly open-minded and sex-positive, but I'm still a virgin at 28 so I've found there is a lot I just don't know about. Today, someone has started a conversation about what qualifies as "taboo" and relating it to kink-shaming. Another member replies, mentioning they are asexual and find the whole notion of taboos being kind of bizarre. My mind reels at seeing someone who identifies as asexual in this chat. Over time I find out there are several other people who identify at least gray-ace in this chat, some who even draw risque artwork for commission. I realize how little I actually understood about what asexuality really was, and begin scouring the internet for articles and wikis on asexuality.

It is April 2010. I am at an Apollo Burger across the street from the local game store where I am playing in a Magic prerelease. My friends I followed over are talking about weekend plans, and one of them makes a joke about doing some chores to butter up his partner to have sex. The joke does not go over my head -- I am straight, and understand sex, even if I am still a virgin -- but I still can't help but think out loud: "You know, I just don't get why people make such a big deal out of sex." The awkwardness and confused looks are suffocating. I drop the topic immediately.

It is June 2020. I have just watched a video from an enby Youtube creator about their experience discovering their own gender identity. Over the next three days I will see every one of these past experiences, along with hundreds of others, flash before my eyes in rapid succession, over and over, until I begin to realize that I haven't allowed myself to truly identify how I do. Every time I asked "am I asexual?" in the past, I would dismiss it because I understood sex and have a sex drive. Once I actually researched asexuality, though, I almost immediately found stories of people who identify as ace and still experience a sex drive. I also discover a lot of stories from aromantic people that sound painfully similar to feelings I hadn't even realized were not the norm. For the first time I begin to realize I may not just be an ally.

So what does this mean

I came to a sense of satisfaction with living alone and single a long time ago. At first this came with a certain level of shame, because I felt like it was only because I was too cowardly to enter the dating scene and try to find a relationship for myself. Over time the impact of the shame diminished, but it never went away; it just became a quiet background noise that I got accustomed to pushing back.

But now that I feel comfortable calling myself "Aromantic", I don't feel any shame. A romantic relationship is simply something I don't need. Instead, I can focus on fostering the kinds of deep relationships that do feed my soul. That will likely be a difficult thing to do -- awkwardly traversing intimacy was something most people worked through as a teenager or young adult, and I'm nearly 30, haha. But it at least feels possible now.

But really the biggest change for me is that I feel like I can be honest and public about who I am in a way I never was before. Simply being open about this piece of my identity somehow feels important if for no other reason than to let other people who felt like I did growing up that they aren't alone.

So... yeah. I'm aroace. And I always have been.

#coming out #aroace #aromantic #asexual #pride #god it's nice to have an emotional post that doesn't need to be tagged as garbage for once

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Floyd Mayweather vs. the southpaw jinx

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Floyd Mayweather vs. the southpaw jinx

No person appreciates for certain who coined the boxing adage “southpaws must be drowned at beginning,” but a good prospect would be George Chip, who misplaced the middleweight championship to still left-handed Al McCoy in 1914.

If issues had absent in accordance to strategy, Chip would in no way have fought McCoy at Brooklyn’s Broadway Athletic Club on that unwell-fated day. McCoy was originally scheduled to box George’s brother, Joe Chip. But when Joe turned unwell, George agreed to get his put.

The championship was on the line, but it appeared like an quick payday. Below the prevailing New York guidelines, McCoy had to win by knockout to claim the title. All Chip had to do was complete on his feet.

As it turned out, he would not even last a spherical.

In accordance to syndicated columnist Robert Edgren, when Chip missed with a correct hand, McCoy countered with a still left that “commenced someplace in close proximity to his knees” and “landed fairly on the level of the crouching champion’s unguarded chin.”

Chip went down tricky and was counted out at the 1:55 mark of the first spherical, earning the 19-yr-old McCoy, the son of a area kosher butcher, boxing’s first southpaw winner.

McCoy’s upset of Chip is as good a put as any to commence exploring the myth of the “southpaw jinx.” The decades-old bromide is in vogue yet again, many thanks to the upcoming novelty bout in between Floyd Mayweather and Conor McGregor.

Conor McGregor has a strong still left hand and is a single of the most precise electric power strikers in the UFC. AP Photo/Isaac Brekken

The MMA star just occurs to be still left-handed, a truth some have suggesting would be to the Irishman’s benefit. Is there any credence to this level of watch? Or would McGregor be just as nicely off pinning a 4-leaf clover to his trunks?

All myths have a evaluate of truth of the matter. It’s what helps make them plausible. But additional often than not they are 50 percent-truths, a way of earning belief show up to be expertise.

Let’s start out with the accurate part.

For decades southpaw boxers had a significantly additional complicated time locating do the job than their correct-handed counterparts. Supervisors and promoters shunned them. Trainers tried out to “change them all-around,” a euphuism for teaching lefties how to box out of an orthodox stance.

If there is a jinx, for most of the 20th century it was cast upon the lefties, not their opponents. Southpaws ended up the odd men out, struggling to rise higher than neighborhood hero position and make some real income.

Prejudice from them, even so, is not without the need of some justification. There have often been significantly additional correct-handed boxers than still left-handers, so there is sure to be a particular quantity of awkwardness for righties facing a southpaw’s mirror image. This is especially accurate for inexperienced and lessen-degree boxers who deficiency the talent and/or alacrity to make the suitable adjustments.

It was the advent of a handful of excellent southpaws this kind of as Lew Tendler and Tiger Flowers (the first African-American middleweight winner) that began to modify issues. These fellas ended up only much too good to be overlooked.

Lefty Michael Moorer, still left, received a heavyweight title by defeating Evander Holyfield in 1994. Holly Stein/Getty Images

Southpaws are significantly fewer anathema these days. Even so, savvy administrators make certain their boxers encounter ample of them during their formative yrs to get the dangle of it. Recognizing how to battle a lefty is an crucial talent, part of staying a globe-class qualified prizefighter.

Any individual who has viewed a fair quantity of boxing on Television set has read the right technique described ad nauseam: To be in the correct placement to land punches on a dependable foundation, the correct-handed boxers ought to continue to keep his still left foot outdoors of the southpaw’s correct foot. It’s all about geometry.

Currently, lefties are pretty a great deal regarded as an ordinary part of the activity. They nonetheless rating upsets, but so do boxers who battle out of an orthodox stance.

Considering the fact that the days of Tendler and Flowers, the roster of illustrious southpaws has grown drastically. There is certainly Marvin Hagler, Pernell Whitaker, Joe Calzaghe and Naseem Hamed. There is certainly also Vincente Saldivar, Flash Elorde, Freddie Miller and Daniel Zaragoza — Corridor of Famers a single and all. Mark Johnson and Hector Camacho, much too.

It is at the elite degree that the myth falls aside like sandcastles at higher tide. Every a single of the higher than boxers, with the exception of Calzaghe, experienced losses. He is also the only a single to retire whilst nonetheless the reigning winner, the lone exception to the rule.

As you may assume, the southpaw jinx is artificially fortified when a lefty tallies an unpredicted win in a significant match.

Irrespective of converse to the contrary, when still left-handed underdog Corrie Sanders crushed Wladimir Klitschko within of two rounds in 2003, it was not the southpaw jinx that received the battle. It was the speed and precision with which the South African attacked that brought Klitschko down.

Like the good male in a cowboy motion picture, Sanders was only more rapidly on the draw.

It was a various tale thirteen months later on, when Wladimir’s brother, Vitali Klitschko, a further orthodox fighter, stopped Sanders in the eighth spherical. Vitali received since he was a sturdier, grittier fighter — with a superior chin — than his brother. Sanders could have been ambidextrous and it would not have helped.

Floyd Mayweather, correct, has fought 9 southpaws in his profession, winning all 9 fights, such as a single from Zab Judah in a welterweight title battle in 2006. Al Bello/Getty Images

It was a important milestone when Michael Moorer turned the first still left-handed heavyweight winner of the gloved period by defeating Evander Holyfield in 1994. If you start out counting when John L. Sullivan turned the heavyweight champ in 1885, it was additional than a a hundred yrs in the earning.

Did staying a southpaw lead to his victory in any significant way? Possibly the very best answer came from correct-handed George Foreman, who knocked out Moorer and took the title away in his first defense.

Mayweather has fought 9 southpaws during his undefeated profession, starting off with Reggie Sanders in his 2nd pro bout and concluding with his victory about Manny Pacquiao in 2015.

McGregor supporters who get succor in Mayweather’s fights with southpaws DeMarcus Corely and Zab Judah are forgetting a single salient element: Mayweather received each fights in a convincing method. The bumps along the way just designed the fights additional interesting, in no way a terrible matter from a spectator’s level of watch.

The adversary who came closest to beating Mayweather was Jose Luis Castillo, an orthodox stress fighter with no concern and a thudding still left hook to the liver. The cause for Castillo’s achievements in their April 2002 battle had very little to do with his stance. The Mexican came shut to pulling an upset since he had a crowding, within recreation that stored Mayweather on the ropes and vulnerable.

When you get correct down to it, southpaws are additional an inconvenience than a jinx, and at periods a contributing element in a single of boxing’s couple reliable tenets — styles make fights.

That same theory will implement when Mayweather and McGregor climb into the boxing ring at Las Vegas’s T-Cell Arena on Aug. 26. Though a single would be tricky pressed to place a label on McGregor’s boxing fashion, preventing out of a still left-handed stance isn’t going to give him an edge.

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a follow up to this post, since y’all are loving it as much as i am, and i am stuck on a plane without my laptop. crack universe where thirteen and chase accidentally call house “dad”, part two:

cuddy shouting “doctor hadley!” and house saying to thirteen, “wow. your own mother doesn’t even know your name”

the ducklings walking in on wilson and house bickering, and house sarcastically telling them “don’t worry kids, mommy and daddy still love you very much”

house throwing the tennis ball from his office at chase (it probably smacks him) and asking if he wants to bond over a game of catch. chase stays silent. thirteen and foreman egg him on and urge him to say yes

wilson being endeared by the way chase sometimes follows house around like a puppy hoping to impress him when they’re working on a case

thirteen randomly showing up in house’s office during her downtime and using it as a quiet space. the first few times house arrives to find her there, he tries to kick her out. she’s so stubborn that he eventually just gives up and lets her pop in and out when she pleases, so long as she’s quiet

chase tries the same thing once. he promptly loses all of his bravado and leaves the office as soon as house tries to kick him out because he doesn’t want to be a genuine annoyance or make house mad at him. thirteen drags him along sometimes when she goes to take a break in house’s office so chase can get more practice “standing his ground”

house making sarcastic comments and jokes about grounding the ducklings whenever they make a mistake

house offhandedly referring to cuddy as “your mother” to thirteen and chase in random conversations. (he made an ‘evil stepmother’ joke only once. cuddy was not happy. never again.)

house ironically saying “your father and i” about himself and wilson when talking to the ducklings

people occasionally referring to chase as “your boy” when talking to house about him

wilson still thinking the entire thing is hilarious and eventually inviting the two “kids” over for dinner, to house’s great chagrin

#greg house #remy thirteen hadley #james wilson #robert chase #lisa cuddy #houseposting #insane bisexual family #house md #hate crimes md #100 #headcanons #200

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more neurodivergent headcanons:

adhd kutner

cannot ever be completely still and thus is always fidgeting with something in his hands (see: stethoscope in canon, but also: pens, stress balls, hair ties, rubber bands, expo marker, anything he can find in the outer office while they’re doing a ddx)

bad habit of interrupting people to finish their sentences for them or to say what he needs to say before he forgets it. if you’re talking to him, his brain is already three steps ahead of whatever you’re saying. he tries really hard to not interrupt during ddxes and when talking to patients and sometimes it takes a lot of energy

can’t use those squishy stress balls because he fidgets so much that it’ll break open in less than an hour. has definitely accidentally broken one while working in the diagnostics outer office and gotten the water inside all over paperwork foreman was doing (and house thought it was hilarious)

i bet adhd medication was his savior in med school. needed it to help him function in classes/be able to pay proper attention

inevitably doodles (without realizing it) on any paperwork he’s given to sign or fill out

uses his foot to tap out the rhythms of songs stuck in his head when he’s working in the lab. sometimes does a lil dancey dance when he gets really into it

prefers red bull or monster over coffee unless the coffee is ridiculously sweetened

constantly losing his phone in the funniest places (the office fridge; leaves it on a patient’s bedside table; forgets it in the MRI room, etc.)

loves to stim by making goofy/funny faces

His apartment abides by the rules of “organized chaos” thanks to The Pile Method. Definitely has an ADHD doom drawer he hasn’t opened in like three years

Loves socks. Always wearing socks with a cool or funny pattern on them and usually never wearing a matching set.

neurodivergent/autistic thirteen

keeps her hair tied back, or curls it and uses a ton of hairspray, to avoid touching it. (she runs her fingers through her hair or twirls it as stimming and grounding when she’s anxious, and she wants to hide that she does that when she’s around other people)

became an absolute master at sarcasm and banter in high school (to always have the upper hand in conversation)

is constantly analyzing the conversation, tone of voice, expressions, and mannerisms of her coworkers and others around her, and tracking the patterns she notices. she’s so used to it that it’s an automatic/instinctive process for her by the time she gets a job as one of house’s fellows

in college, purposely sought out alcohol and weed on her own time in order to build up her tolerance and get used to the feeling. that way when she gets drunk or high around other people, she can be reasonably intoxicated and fit in with the group while also still being in control and staying cool and detached.

knows kutner is adhd, and keeps a spare hairtie on her that she can “accidentally leave on the table” when kutner needs something to fidget with

Prefers the sensory feel of tighter clothes on her lower body and looser clothes on her upper body. Only likes tight clothes on her upper body if the fabric is thin, it’s short sleeved, and it’s not restrictive to her movement

Gets headaches/sore scalp when she wears her hair up too much. keeps it in looser ponytails at work to lessen the pull, and uses scrunchies to put her hair up at home.

Loathes socks. She wears only the lowest cut no-show socks, the kind that are even invisible with sneakers like converse or vans. rips off said socks the moment she steps into her apartment after work.

Prefers to be organized and makes sure everything has a set place for the sake of convenience. Doesn’t always have the energy or motivation to put things back in their set place (probably because masking is exhausting)

#lawrence kutner #remy thirteen hadley #house md #hate crimes md #headcanons #autistic thirteen #adhd lawrence kutner

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