House in 2024
House: faggot
Foreman: I.. don't think you should be saying that
Chase: arh naur I theenk he carn archally. Ave you seenim with Wilson?
Cameron: I think it's a little rude to speculate about someone's sexuality while they're in the room
House: oh no no, let Chase continue. I wanna know when he'll start describing how I take in in the ass-
*house realizes something*
House: WE HAVE TO CHECK THE PATIENTS ASS
me when a character who was completely powerless gains power and proceeds to lose themselves in the intoxication of it before coming to and being horrified by their own capacity for bloodlust
i think i'm in over my head chat... the croakerverse is deeper and more profound than i ever could have dreamed
my mutuals can do that too but you dont see any snapple facts about them
Kabosu did not deserve to have her image turned into cryptocurrency. She did not deserve to have the meme she was known for across the world to become a code word for a fascist coup.
Her name is Kabosu. Not Doge.
Nothing reassures me that my boyfriend loves me more than when he wants me there while he's in full Lizard Mode - sleepy, already asleep, headache, sick, anything that's got your brain running on skeleton crew, wholly focused on survival and comfort. Nothing matters except being in a dark, quiet place, horizontal, and comfy. Communicating in eepy grumbles. Expressing distaste that I am not cuddled up to him. Letting me know when he wants to be the little spoon. He doesn't have the processing power for contemplating people pleasing, he just wants me there because having me there is genuinely preferable to not having me there.
Poor man functioning on one brain cell and he'll use it to grab my ass just to make sure that it's still there.
Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.
I forgot where I was going with this.
So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.
I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.
hi i'm scotch tape or cas for short // i post stuff sometimes and reblog occasionally // genderfluid bastard // any/all // pfp is Philip Pearson from Travelers (2016)
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