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marthammasters · 5 months
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smh irresponsible smoking around creatures !
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fandomsandfeminism · 7 months
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Yall better prepare yourselves for me to go into another classics spiral. Oh my god.
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gegewrites · 10 months
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James Wilson- Pretty in Pink(smut)
I got really fucking busy and it’s only getting worse! 💃 SMUT TIME!!!
Requester- @the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf (I hope you enjoy sorry for the wait)
7-19-23
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Wilson’s pov-
I closed and locked the front door of the apartment. The smell of garlic and tomato was in the air, telling me that (y/n) cooked. I did come home a bit late, only an hour.  House took my keys, wouldn't give them to me unless I looked at his patient, and then still wouldn't give them back to me. I stole them back and now I'm home, thank god, though I’m expecting him to show up at my door. 
I took off my suit jacket and threw it over the couch, looking into the kitchen as I did so, (y/n) wasn't there, but food was. Then the door to the bedroom opened, the door creaks a bit so it's easy to tell which room.
"Honey?" I asked out loud hearing her steps getting closer.
"You're late." (y/n) said as she enetwred the living room, she had her long black robe on...it use to be mine.  A smile crept to my lips as she walked over.
"I am so sorry, House was pinned on this diagnosis and wouldn't let me leave till I consulted the patient and did-" she cut me off, her hands coming up, holding lightly to both sides of my jaw, her lips pressed against mine. A kiss to shut me up.
"It's fine." She whispered against my lips, my hands finding their place on the curve of her waist, unconsciously pulling her closer to me. The underneath of the robe on her hips felt a little bulky, I brushed it off as her lips touched mine again. Her soft lips moving with mine, her fingertips grazing down to jaw to clasp together behind my neck. My hands moving from her waist to hold against her lower back , pulling her body against mine even closer. As I felt my pulse speed up a few beats, her fingers carded through the back of my hair, taking hold of the longer hair against my crown, pulling my lips away from hers.
"Wanna eat?" She asked, pulling away from home, her hands on my shoulders.
"What's on the stove or in front of me?" I asked, my lips curling into a slight smirk and she giggled lightly. my right hand snuck back to the front of the robe, grabbing one of the tied ends, only to be stopped by a hand now on my wrist,"come on."
"You should eat first."  She suggested once more,"you said you didn't get lunch."
"I can eat later." I pulled my hand back, pulling the end of the tie. The bow tied on the front of her stomach coming undone. I kept my eyes on her, her cheeks tinting pink, and that cute sheepish smile on her face forming. 
"James-" she held the robe by her chest, her right palm flat against the black fabric.
"What are you hiding?" My brow raised, smirk now turned grin plastered on my face. He gaze averted from me, now looking towards the wall. My left hand came up to grab her right wrist, pulling it away from her chest.
It fell open just the littlest bit. Showing mostly skin, put also pink fabric along her rib area and hips. Right as I was about to grab both sides of the open middle of the robe, she quickly turned around. Darting back to the bedroom.
"(y/n)!" I chuckled, quickly walking the path she took.
The door was shut, but not fully so I pushed it open. What I saw kneeling in the middle of the bed, will forever be carved into my brain. I will see it when my life flashes before my eyes. 
"My God." I said in complete awe. She was in Lingerie decorated in baby pink floral lace.
The bra that cradled her breasts was baby pink, with floral lace. The lace skirted out from the band of the bra, only hanging enough to cover the top of her ribs. A gold heart kept the bra together in the front, and two small pink bows were tied where the bra straps connected to the bra in front.
She sat up more, sitting up a bit taller, moving her hands behind her back, letting me see more of the bottom piece. The panties were secure by a band around her waist, another golden heart just under her belly button holding the band in front, It was decorated with the same Lacy fabric, which was skirted out to the sides of her hips. Two smaller bands connected to it, holding onto the bit lace that covered her pussy.
"Do you like it?" She asked, breaking the silence in the room.
"Do i- psssh." My hands sat on my hips as I looked at her, I was speechless she looked so damn good,"come closer."
She crawled to the end of the bed as I walked over. she sat back on her calves, her thighs flushing out more and I couldn't wait for my head to be between them.  My right hand cradled her jaw as my eyes looked her up and down. Taking in the design more clearly on the lingerie. I peaked behind her, seeing the back of the bra and panties were secured by a bow tied with a ribbon the same shade of pink.
"How long did it take you to tie those bows?" I asked, coming back to look at her gorgeous face.
"Not even two minutes. It's easy." She giggled and I shook my head.
"That's a women's skill." My thumb brushed over her pink tinted cheek and she sat up fully. her hands grazing up my sides, to her hand gliding flat along my chest to wrap her arms around my neck,”you always look so pretty in pink.”
“Its my best bedroom color.” She giggled, I felt her playing with the collar of my shirt.
“That and blue, red- you could definitely rock a neon green set-“ she cut me off with her lips, and I let my hand fall from her jaw. she wasted no time to get hot with it. My left hand sat on the curve of her back, my right hand buried into the back of her hair holding against her scalp.
She ran her hands down my chest, I felt her tug at my tie. She loosened it before she focused on the buttons of my shirt, her lips still moving quickly and perfectly with mine.
She tugged my shirt out of my pants. Her lips pulling away to bring the tie over my head, tossing it away. I unbuttoned the wrist of my sleeves as she kissed at my jaw. Her hands pressed against my chest before sliding the shirt down my arms, the white fabric dropping to the floor. her lips moved down to my neck.
My right hand sat on her hips before I took the skirted part of her panties in between my thumb, middle and index finger. Kinda felt like those decorative lace curtains your grandma has in her living room, though you could tell by the fine details and the softer feel of the lace that it wasn't cheap.
"When did you get this?" I asked as her lips neared my collar bone, my left hands creeping around to the curve of her back.
"Awhile ago. Around new years." She said against my skin. She left a final kiss on my neck before pulling away,"figured it was about time."
"So my birthday wasn't the right time?" My right hand slid up her side, I started undoing the bow on the back of the bra.
"No, that's why I just went naked for your birthday." That was an enjoyable day, we were snowed in. Nothing else to really do but watch movies and have sex.
I pulled the bra down her arms, taking a few seconds to look at it a bit more before tossing it to the floor. My attention returning back to her. I took a step back, taking a mental picture for later, which she giggled at.
“Sit on the edge.” She moved off her knees as I got down on mine. I pushed her legs open, and she leaned back on her propped arms. She moved a bit closer, almost giving me a face full of boob, which I wasn’t far from already. My hands slid along the sides of her thighs, and onto her hips.
“Pretty girl.” I placed a kiss just below her sternum. I slid my right hand behind her and grabbed and end of a ribbon, pulling the bow apart slowly.
I noticed how her left hand lightly held onto my right forearm, the way she pushed her chest closer to me as I kissed up the valley between her breasts.
“Come on James.” She urged in what was barely a whisper. My hands held onto her waist, my lips still not leaving her skin. Placing kisses on her chest, collarbones, neck, anywhere I could reach on my knees. I took her right breast in my left palm, massaging it with my finger tips as I kissed her neck, her head falling back. I pulled away, grabbed her right arm and pulled it forward. She gasped as she fell onto her back, a little giggle erupted from her.
I took hold on the waist band of the panties, she lifted her hips and I pulled them off, joining the bra on the floor. She was quick to put her legs over my shoulders, propping up onto her elbows, looking at me with a smile which no longer held any innocence, her eyes filled with lust. I could feel how hard I was getting my pants.
“This what you want, Baby?” I asked, obvious to the answer. She nodded with a hum, my hands held onto the top of her thighs. I trailed messy kisses up the inside of her left thigh, slowing down when I got closer to her pretty pussy. She dug her heel into my upper back, trying to pull me closer.
“You mind?” I looked up at her, raising my brow. She rolled her eyes and laid down on her back, her leg relaxing again. I placed a Kiss above her clit before letting my tongue dive in between her lips. Revealing just how wet she was. She rolled her hips up into me, not much, just urging me for more which I gave.
I started slow, kitten licking her clit, gaining those small whines from her throat as my tongue sped up, changing from lapping at her clit to circling it.
“Aaah James.” She sighed out, her thighs already tightening around my face. I grabbed them harder and held them a bit more open for my own sake, she can crush my head later.
I circled her core with my tongue, dipping my tongue in and then licking back up to her clit, and back to her core. She tasted sweet and heady, the type of taste you wanted to keep on your tongue.
I felt her thighs twitch lightly each time I licked her clit, so I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bud and sucked at at. A broken moans ripped out of her lips, and her hand shot into my hair, her nails immediately catching at my scalp. I groaned as she tugged my hair, I still kept sucking her clit, licking it as I did so. Her thighs tight and quivering around my head. I looked up at her, propped up on her left elbow, head back, lips parted, and back arched.
I let go of her left thigh, and wasted no time on sliding my middle finger into her core, and started pumping it, I stopped sucking her clit and started circling it with my tongue again. I watched her reaction, the way she curled up, jaw dropped allowing those pleasure filled moans fill the room before she slapped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes met mine, I shot her a wink, and she collapsed back onto her back and I slid in my middle finger. Curling both as i pumped faster, making sure to hit that soft spot each time. My tongue lapped from her core to her clit, her breathing was fast and her abdomen was tightened, her walls were fluttering out my fingers, I could tell she was close. The whines that we’re able to escape from her were high pitched, definitely close.
“I-Im gonna cu-um.” Her voice shaky and volume low, i didn’t leave her. I kept licking, sucking, and pumping. I didn’t have that much of a choice, I was trapped in her thighs, though I was still keeping a firm hold on her right thigh. A long and loud whine escaped from her throat, almost like a teapot when it’s reached it boiling point. Her orgasm hit her, and she rode it out on my lower face and fingers.
I slowed down when her thighs loosened. I grabbed my shirt and wiped my face and hand off and I stood up; her legs falling from my shoulders.
“You’re fantastic.” I smiled, catching my breath as she sat up fully. She didn’t say anything, she just quickly undid my belt, then the buttons, the zipper. I gathered her hair in my hand as she did so, wrapping it around my fist and then letting it go as she slid my boxers off. Complete relief. I stepped out of them, and gave my cock a few strokes, and she patted on the bed.
“I wanna ride.” She stood up and I sat down. I grabbed her hips as she straddled my lap.
“Well go ahead baby.” I ran my right hand up and down her side as she grabbed my cock, tugging it lightly as she positioned it right under her wet core. I planted my left hand behind me into the mattress as she held nto my shoulder for more support.
I watched as she lowered down onto my cock, her pussy slipping around me perfectly, . She took my tip and a bit more in one go,her walls squeezing me perfectly. She let out a whined sigh and I groaned. Both her hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second when she took me fully, my tip coming in tight contact to her gspot.
“You feel sooo good.” She wasted no time to start moving. I sat forward, both hands holding her hips. She rose up to where my tip was only in before coming down halfway, back up, then down fully. She never wasted her time going slow when riding, she always kicked it right into gear.
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A few minuets later-
My hips rolled down onto James’s, my hands planted on his chest as he was laid down on the bed. My hairline, spine, and the back of my knees were damp. the inside of my thighs getting wetter. Each time I came down, his tip pressed harshly against my gspot, rubbing against it perfectly when I grinded my hips down onto his. Small moans left my open lips every time I came back down, groans snd sighs leaving his.
“Good girl.” He praised, his hands giving my ass a hard squeeze before sliding back to my waist,” so good.”
He looked amazing underneath me, he always does. His hair messily finger brushed back, his abdomen muscles tightening, the way his body rolled when he bucked his hips up. His arm muscles tight, finally showing their definition.
“Jaaamess.” I sped up, planting my hands into the mattress by his head. his hands gripped my waist harder, helping to lift me up and drop me down,”oh Go-od.”
“That’s it.. wooow.” His eyes were locked on my chest, which was right over his face. My breasts swaying with the rocking of my body. He had a huge grin on his face and eyes full of lust and amazement.
“Mmmm Fu-uck.” I moaned, my eyes closing. my body was heating up now, I could feel the blush on my skin forming. My breathing was fast and shallow, matched up to the rhythm of my hips moving up and down. I could feel my head getting dizzy and my pace starting to falter,”oh god.”
“I got ya.” I gave him control as I could tell he was controlling me more then I was. Instead of keeping pace,he stopped me. Sitting up as his left arm wrapped around my lower back the other on my upper.
He stood up, I held onto his shoulders, his cock never leaving me, and then he laid me down on the bed. I held my legs around his waist and my heels dug into his lower back as I kept my grip on his shoulders. His right hand now planted at my head, his left arm still holding my lower back, keeping my hips angled to his perfect. He rolled in his hips into mine, and he looked so good doing it, it only made my orgasm approach faster.
“Faster.” I tired to grab further down his back, my nails scratching against him as his body moved. His tip punched right into my gspot, not too hard but just right. His left arm slid out from under me, his thumb making contact with my clit, rubbing it in a circle quickly which only made my legs tighten around his waist and my Nails scratch deeper, and my pussy squeeze him.
“So fucking good.” He spoke into my ear, his breath hot against my shoulder and neck,”squeezing me tight.”
My back arching up more to him, almost spasming, I felt was wall fluttering around him, my core tightening, and my moans Basically uncontrollable but I tried to keep them down.
“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonnafuckingcum!” My nails digging into his back, he sharply inhaled and groaned out the breath in response.
“Give it to me baby, give it to me.” His tone low and lust soaked. I felt his cock twitch inside of me. He kept fucking me as my orgasm crashed through me, my eyes clamped shut, mouth stuck open as moans and gasps came from it.
He groaned my name, his left hand now grabbing my thigh as his pace slowed down just a bit, rhythm a little more messy. I felt his cum shoot into me, mixing with mine and I felt it drip down my ass and coat the immediate areas of my thighs and lips.
He slowed down after a minute or so, making sure he fucked us both through our highs. I held his back tightly and he came down onto his forearm. I gasped for air into his shoulder and felt his breath against my neck. Iight scrapped up his back and into his hair, just holding the back of his scalp before sliding down to his neck. He pressed soft kisses to my shoulder as he pulled out of me, I felt more cum drip down my ass and onto the comforter below me.
“Exactly what I fucking needed.” He said as he laid down on his back next to me. I rolled onto my side, resting on my left forearm.
“I hoped so.” I smiled, leaning on to press a kiss to his chest, my right hand sitting on his ribs. I felt his right hand against my upper back,”will you go eat now?”
“After, gotta clean you up first.” His left hand came and held my cheek and rolled my eyes as a smile overtook my lips,”pretty girl.”
“Shut up…” I shook my head as I sat up,”you sexy fuck.”
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the-bisexual-bitch · 10 months
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If Wilson and House were in a romantic relationship in cannon, what kinds of pet names would they use? Like... would they use "babe" "sweetie" etc, or would they do something dumb?? Asking for totally non-nefarious reasons.
Reblog please :3
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mrbensonmum · 2 months
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TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. VI
So, we're now at episode 10/11 in the third season, and while House gets a visit from Tritter in rehab, Tritter shows his true colors, or rather, House reveals them.
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I find it good that the judge clarifies again that Tritter acted completely out of line, and she can't quite understand why he was after House so much. But as described before, and also shown by Cuddy's reprimand, zero attention is paid to the fact that Tritter started it all. Yes, we're at a stage where all involved have made mistakes, serious ones even, Cuddy just a few moments ago. But as House pointed out so nicely, if Tritter doesn't get his butt kissed by everyone, he loses it! Plus, what really gets me mad is he's still chewing those gums even though he was told he'll lose his manhood if he keeps at it.
And yes, the judge said House provoked Tritter, and I won't argue against that, but the fact that House rarely does anything without a reason and no one asks about the real reason, namely that Tritter was the worst patient until then, is not questioned. Here I see a missed opportunity to delve deeper into House's character, even though it's been done many times before, but here they could have explored his motives a bit more, and I think that would have done the character quite good!
Fortunately, this storyline is over, even though I like it, it really raises my blood pressure!
Fun Fact: The prosecutor from episode 11 has the voice of Rüdiger Schulzki in German, who probably won't ring a bell to anyone, which is okay, but he's known for voicing the intro of the Galaxy Rangers and has voiced many characters in series in the 80s and 90s. Unfortunately, he passed away on August 5, 2022, in Hamburg! We don't talk enough about voice actors, which should change because every time something comes to us that wasn't produced here, it's the voice actors who are responsible for making the medium enjoyable in our language. And yes, sometimes dubs aren't really great, but believe me, that's rarely if ever the fault of the voices, but rather the dubbing directors who regularly dump one in the brain! So, enough rant for today!!
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surpotatrash · 11 months
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this stupid cat looks like Dr. House
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catboycooter · 10 months
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i love mashing my niche interests together like barbie dolls.
i think house and herbert west would HATE EACHOTHER!!! it would be so funny if they met herbert hates house because he doesnt follow proper medical guidelines ever (hypocrite) and house hates herbert bc hes a petulant little twink (hypocrite, sans the twink part) dan and wilson would be like. normal abt it though like theyre having a professional workplace discussion about a patients wellbeing over some xrays or other scans while herbert and house maul eachother to death in the background
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comradeupdog · 9 months
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My biggest toxic trait is not understanding why Wilson is like that to Dr. House, like my guy you know this is how he is! That is your gay-lover and autistic best friend, so what if he is a girl boss manipulator, that is what you signed on for? So what if he is partly responsible for your gf’s death he just goofy like that sometimes!
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I love watching House MD bc they'll say some homophobic shit and then have House and Wilson be gay on screen for 10m without skipping a beat. Like Wilson you keep talking about a wife but we ain't seen her yet buddy
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“I study AP science
I love my classes
I’ve got a crazy teacher
Who wears gold glasses
Things are going great
And they’re only gettin’ better
I’m doin’ alright
I get good grades
My future’s so bright
I gotta wear shades
Yeah, I gotta wear shades”
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marthammasters · 5 months
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the public foreplay is getting crazy
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gray-doesnt-write · 1 year
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His Couch (Drabble) | Dr. Wilson x Reader
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Pairing: James Evan Wilson (House M.D.) x GN! Reader
Summary: Wilson leaves you forever, now the only reminder you have of him is his couch.
Warnings: House M.D. season 8 spoilers, mentions of cancer
Notes: Man, dude I love this dude 😭. Masterlist
The room was completely empty. It was a weird sight, usually Wilson's room was stuffed full of posters and things he received from patients. Now, all there was was his desk and his couch. You just found out this morning, from Foreman, that Wilson had left to spend his last 5 months alone. You had come down to the hospital to bring his lunch to him and eat with him as you had since he had been diagnosed with cancer. Never in a million years would you think Wilson would do this to you. You never would have thought that James Evan Wilson would leave you in his office, crying on his couch, alone.
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lovelenivy · 5 months
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mouse bites™
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cowboylexapro · 3 months
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look at my doctors dawg im gonna die
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mrbensonmum · 2 months
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TV Show - Dr. House | House M.D. XIII
THAT'S A WRAP!
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We did it! Last night, the final episode of Dr. House flickered across the screen, and I must say, this rewatch was extremely enjoyable for me, partly because of writing about it. But from start to finish, there wasn't a single part that felt like a struggle, because the series is consistently good.
Cuddy is gone, Foreman is the new head of the hospital, and House is in jail. If that's not a spectacular start to a season, then I don't know what is.
But before that happens—since we still had a few episodes left from the seventh season—we see House completely out of control. First, injecting himself with experimental substances and then surgically removing the resulting tumors from his leg. After that, he tries, in his own way, to make things right with Cuddy, but it's increasingly failing. Even though I can understand some of his accusations toward her to a certain extent, what happens toward the end of the season is anything but justified.
In the eighth season, we see a very bizarre side of House, but one action hints at why he keeps resorting to such strange means. When he makes the immigration office document disappear, forcing Dominika to stay with him, he reveals something that has been subtly apparent all along—that he's incredibly lonely. Not everything can be attributed to this theme, but it does explain a lot! Especially what will happen with Wilson becomes increasingly clear.
Otherwise, Season 8 is another wild rollercoaster ride, not just in terms of the cases but also in terms of character development. During his time in prison, House meets the young doctor, Dr. Jessica Adams, whom he immediately adds to the team when he returns to Princeton-Plainsboro. There's also the suspended doctor, Dr. Chi Park, and after some initial difficulties, Taub and Chase make it back onto the team. From then on, everyone on the team faces some really tough challenges, and the worst one, towards the end of the season, comes to House himself. His best friend, what irony, is diagnosed with cancer. House has to confront many inner demons from then on and realizes that soon there will be no one left who truly understands his character and is also somewhat friendly towards him.
House tries everything to prevent Wilson's death because he doesn't want to lose this important person and also knows that his future would be uncertain without this support. But he's fighting windmills because Wilson has seen and experienced too much already to want to undergo treatment. He wants to enjoy the remaining time he has left.
I particularly liked Wilson's development because at the beginning, he's quite a thin, rather boring oncologist, and in the end, he's the tough, three-day-beard biker with a leather jacket. Especially when he's on the bike and puts on the glasses, he looks incredibly good, even though tragically plagued by cancer, just good!
What I find unfortunate, but can understand from an actress's perspective, is that we didn't see Lisa Cuddy (Lisa Edelstein) again. In the end, when House gets another beating in the burning house, he hallucinates quite a few people, and even Kutner and Stacy are there. On the other hand, Cuddy might have simply taken up too much space, especially after what happened in the last episode of the seventh season. Maybe it's for the best that she didn't show up again because otherwise, it might have felt like the focus was only on their relationship. Instead, it felt more like it was about each person and House, as well as the processing of different periods in his life or his drug addiction.
Whether there's such a thing as a perfect ending for a series, I don't know, but the ending of House comes pretty close. Of course, you're initially a bit disappointed because even though eight seasons are long and an ending can be a good thing, you don't want to let go just like that, and the inner series junkie demands more. But objectively speaking, this ending is really good because we've seen so many facets of House that it might feel forced now if there were more. We see how Adams and Park are firmly established in a team, Chase has finally found his place (I think his development is very good and how much more stable he is compared to the early seasons), and Taub embraces his role as a father. Cameron is also happy, which makes us all happy. And we also get another wonderful look at a still relatively healthy Thirteen, wonderful. Plus, there's that little nod with Foreman finding House's ID under a side table. Judging by his expression, you might think he knows House is still alive but is content that he has found his peace.
As often, I only picked out the really prominent parts from the season! The eighth season is full of interesting cases, exciting interactions with patients and the team, and a lot of new things, compared to the old seasons.
The thing between Park and Chase.
Chase being attacked and seriously injured by a patient (which is used to give him the necessary distance and make his team takeover make more sense)
Taub, who has a pretty established presence but still hasn't quite found his place in life
Foreman, who doesn't know whether he should be like House, like Cuddy, or just like Foreman as the head
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What happens next? I honestly don't know yet. Yesterday, I looked around a bit and then decided on Bullet Train (2022). I still have to continue with Halo, but maybe I'll wait until the season is finished and then binge-watch everything in one evening, we'll see. But one thing I know is that I feel like watching something in the crime genre again!
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hysteriaxmode · 1 month
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Memory Fragment 46.
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"...she is certainly ill. She imagines strange things. And she has a 'hero complex': an inherent desire to help others, being unable to help herself, and compulsion to make the world right... She's trying to 'unlock' the true meaning of her life. And she doesn't know who has the key."
— A Life in Chains // Dr. Wilson
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