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Can’t even argue with that

house md is essentially: house suggests something absolutely insane as a diagnosis or treatment, all the underlings thinks it won’t work but do what house says anyway because no one can really argue with house’s logic except cuddy but house does what he wants anyway, wilson is in the background looking all smitten at house, house sees the fond looks that wilson is giving him and decides to pull pranks on wilson, wilson is more cunning and pranks house back and somehow that’s a love language that equates to them banging and exchanging a marriage proposal all at once, house sudden gets an ah-ha moment while he’s eye-fucking wilson and he saves the day with a diagnosis of infective wind exposure, everyone has some poignant moment at the end of the episode, and house goes home with wilson

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Hilson cats ❤️

Silly phone, you're not detecting an analog audio accessory, you're detecting soup, from the bowl of soup I dropped you in.

Everyone at Princeton-Plainsboro knows that.

btw it is sexy and cool to uplift and admire people who have skills you wish you had without using their ability as a stick to beat yourself with. even and especially if you are jealous of them.

Mane 6 as humans!!

“U think House is a bottom bc u r ableist and don’t think disabled people can top blah blah blah” no I think he’s a bottom bc of that one scene where him and Wilson r talking abt blood types and Wilson says his blood type is the universal receiver so House responds that Wilson’s blood type is the universal donor which is why he has 3 alimonies

DUDE WHAT DID YOU THINK OF HOUSE!!

Every time I think of the finale I get so emotional. House said in an earlier season "if you die, I'm alone" and they really did an excellent job elaborating on that. House would rather throw away his job, be literally dead to everyone he knows, give up everything just for the sake of staying by Wilson's side even for a few months.

It's so bittersweet. They rode off into the sunset and everyone they left behind is moving forward. You can't help but wonder what will happen when House inevitably ends up alone, but that doesn't matter, because he's happy to live in the moment with Wilson.

I want a post canon story of their last vacation together. I want them sitting by a shitty stick fire while House makes his regular gay jokes saying "you can cuddle me to stay warm, but nothing too handsy" while Wilson laughs. I want Wilson to insist he can climb a mountain, get exhausted and need to stop halfway, and quietly admit he should have taken House's pain more seriously over the years as they share vicodin. I want them to get on the wrong flight and end up in Las Vegas and say oh well fuck it, let's count cards at the casino. But also I don't want that because I know that it would absolutely destroy me when House has to say goodbye to Wilson.

Anyway haha House MD is good

The fact I can imagine this scene in my head says a lot. About the writer or about me I do not know

placing a wire cage on wilson’s desk, house tapped against wilson’s desk with his cane. “need you to do surgery on this patient.”

wilson barely looked up from his paperwork. “i don’t do surgery on rodents.”

“fibroadenoma. need an oncologist to remove the mass,” house said.

that got wilson to glance up. “you could easily surgically remove that yourself. you don’t need my help,” wilson replied as he squinted at the rat in the cage. “wait a minute, is that your rat?”

house rolled his eyes. “the fact you couldn’t say for certainty if that’s someone else’s rat or steve mcqueen, and you live with him, says a lot.”

throwing his hands up into the air, wilson sighed. “a rat is a rat. they all look the same.”

house faux-gasped. “where did you get your degree from? i’m personally revoking your license and sending you back to vet school.”

“who’s rat is it?”

house smirked lazily. “let’s say the owners name is egg.”

“you’re the worst. it is your rat, isn’t it?”

“steve is our rat.”

wilson dropped his head down against the table. “what did you do to give “our” rat a fibroadenoma?”

tsking, house dropped down onto the couch that was tucked into the corner of wilson’s office. “nothing you can prove. do the surgery on your lunch break.”

the sigh that came out of wilson’s mouth was long suffering. house knew that meant wilson was agreeing to whatever hair-brained scheme house had come up with. “if he continues to gnaw loudly on wooden blocks during the night and keeps waking me up, i’m slipping him too much propofol during the procedure.”

house snagged his cane and got up from the couch. “no you won’t. you secretly love him.” house left the room and wilson watched him go.

reaching into the cage, wilson snagged steve mcqueen and placed him on the desk so he could wander across the surface. “knew it was you all along, steve. already put a surgical plan together for you when i saw the mass last week,” wilson said. he stroked a finger over steve’s head and settled back into his seat to finish up his paperwork so he’d have the time to do surgery during lunch.