On The 11th Day Of Christmas My Mutual Gave To Me Softcore Middle Aged Man Pornography

[I.D: ao3 tags that read “vivisection, blood and gore, rated m for organs outside, unusual methods of showing affection”]

yankin that willy wonka

My mane 6 redesigns in mlp style

the spirit bares its teeth. i have been sobbing for like 3 hours finishing that read and i don’t feel like i’ll ever be the same!!!

Hey does it violently fuck with anyone else that both House and Wilson say nearly the exact same thing about one another when mentioning the aftermath of their first serious relationships....???????

Halfway through s2 when Stacy kisses House, Wilson barges into her office and tries to protect him. Specifically, he says that he "was the one stuck picking up the pieces" after she left him.

And then, in s6 when Sam "The First Mrs. Wilson" Carr is reintroduced, House says that he had to pick up the pieces after she left Wilson the first time. He confronts Sam in a much more aggressive way than Wilson confronts Stacy (though even that was a little uncharacteristically aggressive for Wilson back then tbh?) but they literally have like... the EXACT same conversation.

They both just go straight into confrontation, immediately building up a protective barrier over the other. And the women react the same exact way too; snapping back. And if Sam was to Wilson as Stacy was to House... well. It's safe to say she did some fucked up shit. And I'm honestly really surprised that isn't mentioned more often on here

Little Silver stops in the middle of Playful Land's dramatic climax to take glamor shots of his friends.

And then he gets kicked in the face by Floyd. Again. This time he gets a nosebleed, but it's alright.

me and tommy are one in the same. Rizzful

*points* THEATRE KID

i love you visible brushstrokes. i love you glue warped scrapbook pages. i love you awkward poems. i love you junk journal with faded receipts. i love you poorly composed journal layout. I love you unintentionally blurry photographs. i love you asymmetrical beading. i love you curling freeform crochet. i love you fingerprints on pottery. i love you reused materials. i love you improvised instruments. i love you mistakes. i love you bravery to make it anyway. i love you creativity that hasn't been wiped clean of every drop of humanity and sanitized and commodified.