Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Cosmic Funnies
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noise dept.
JBB: An Artblog!
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trying on a metaphor
Kaledo Art
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@drlisacuddy
# DRLISACUDDY : welcome ! this is an independent, private, and very canon divergent portrayal of LISA CUDDY of HOUSE MD. activity will be sporadic, written by jenn, she/her, 25+. exploring themes of empathy vs. personal responsibility and the guilt it entails, building one’s own life through hard work and perseverence, family, overcoming trauma and loss, motherhood and its personal meaning to oneself. very wlw oriented and crossover friendly.
i'm really feeling like being here to be gay and do gay medical things with my milf imprint since age 15 if u even care
one of my absolute favorite moments in the entire series is this underrated scene in 1x04 that exhibits lisa cuddy as a feral Shark Brain, which i am all over
she’s gone full boss mode during a hospital epidemic among the maternity ward – the source of the infection can’t be identified but she has all of the medical students swabbing sites looking for it. anyway she and wilson are walking the halls and she’s super frustrated bc the students are, in general, acting dumb and not practicing proper hygiene and
it’s so powerful (the call of the milf)
i took the liberty of charting everyone’s sexuality on house please know i’m correct. opinions welcome ( but i’m right )
drlisacuddy:
legend has it that if you ever vote against lgbtqa interests, this is what you see right before you die
starter for @vicemirrored *
“ EXCUSE ME ━━ you don’t have authorization to be back here. ”
i am giving cuddy a revamp and organizing her tags, etc. but in the meantime, give this a like for a dialogue starter !!
house was about cuddy being a lesbian dating house because she thinks she’s straight, and wilson being a gay man not dating house because he also thinks he’s straight
remember when Cuddy was so heterosexual that she bet house $10 for every patient he could diagnose without touching and she purposefully gave him a case file for a lady she thought was sexy knowing he would fail. remember when Cuddy just Knew how she could win because she has the same taste in women and way more game. Remember
My new and extraordinarily niche writing project is a fic for every episode of House, M.D. (2004).These fics will narrate the malpractice lawsuit(s) following the events of each episode. I’m calling the series Court-House and I will not be accepting criticism on that point
@drliscuddy
STACY WARNER:
❝ YES, me too ! they’re good, lisa. ❞ she’s smiling too, though she’s still shaking her head in that southern ‘im disappointed in you’ way. ❝ maybe you should try branching out a little. you’re a good doctor, i promise you you do not need another read through of grey’s anatomy. you’ve got that COVERED. ❞ she pauses, taking a step back and tilting her head, examining her. ❝ stay there for a sec. i’m trying to figure out which house to put you in. ❞
Cuddy quirks a brow in playful response, and stays still for a long moment, holding back her amused laugh. She rests her chin upon her hand, waiting, indulging her friend. Their eyes meet again, and Cuddy tilts her head, raising her brow once again. Stacy is such a funny woman. ❛ What’s your verdict ? ❜
generalchief:
218. @drliscuddy + send me ‘ 🛋 ’ and i’ll use a number generator to generate a sentence / accepting.
what is the worth of a meeting if not met with the forefront face of the woman who called to arms & looks as though she handled her weight in jose cuervo ? if only the surgeon could say the same… ❝ did you have fun last night ? ❞
Cuddy looks up from her clipboard into the kind eyes of Dr. Meredith Grey -- one of the more senior members of the hospital. Head of surgery, to be precise. Cuddy is on a routine clinical rotation today, as part of her residency; it’s not exactly the most ideal day she would have chosen for it, of course . . . but training for one of the top jobs in the country often leaves her with no choice -- absolutely no room to pause. Thankfully, her headache has been mild. She offers the other woman a smile, quirking a brow. ❛ Fun is one word to describe it, I suppose. How are you, Dr. Grey? ❜
house + cuddy in every episode → 1.02 paternity
cruelonlytobekind:
@drliscuddy
you don’t know how to talk about this. or anything. all of this settles around you like snow, except it’s falling ash, dotting your skin black, smearing unkindly on porcelain. sometimes you almost see it. sometimes you almost look down and there are the smudges of red, all over you. you hate this wheelchair, frankly, and your jaw works with a resounding click. the television’s soft glow illuminates the room– your photosensitvity hasn’t been stricken yet, that chord unplayed, and there’s a sound in the background you can’t distinguish. you put the sound on to drown out the silence. sometimes, the quiet is laced with what sounds like voices, like a snake slithering through your ears, between them.
there’s a pot on the floor between you. it’s full of the only thing you can eat, now– glue-looking, fake macaroni and cheese. it feels like a slap in han– dr. lecter’s face. it’s disgusting and generic and comforting. it’s just oozing orange. you can eat maybe three forkfuls before you can only consider it. your legs aren’t useless– but they’d said you wouldn’t walk ever again. fuck them. they thought you were dead, too, so.
“do you ever wonder what would have been different?”
your head, still fuzzy, almost always, still foggy, makes you feel like you explained this whole trajectory of thought. (you did not.)
Lisa’s words are blurring together before her, now, in the thin scrawl from her fountain pen’s ink. It’s late. She is sitting on her couch, her black, leather - bound notebook resting upon her lap as she writes, notating, annotating -- marking down practicality after practicality -- as was her duty. Things like medical procedure market costs, competitive insurance negotiations, and insurance policies lay before her in a neat comfort; evidence that she is, in fact, in charge; she is the first gear, the top. She is the foundation of this hospital.
And yet, this evening is different. The energy of her home’s living room is heavier with the vibration of company; of someone’s presence. This is not usual. And it is someone Lisa knows well -- Alana Bloom -- an old flame, a past girlfriend -- an even older friend. She feels warmer, somehow; she always does with someone here. Especially when it is someone she can ensure is safe. But Alana is not really okay; not yet. She is safe and here, with Lisa, and that is comfort enough -- the least she can do. But she is not okay. Her energy is not warm. But it is here, and that is enough for now.
“ do you ever wonder what would have been different? ”
Lisa looks up from writing. She wonders what Alana means? Different about her experience? Different about their life paths? Different about their relationship? Lifting her chin a bit, indicating she is listening, she sets her pen flat against her notebook, ceasing her work. She looks at Alana, brows furrowed in slight confusion -- but gentle curiosity. ❛ Uh -- , ❜ Lisa takes a small pause, leans forward more. ❛ What do you mean? About what? ❜
