#hilson?

[dailytraingirl]

i am starting a religion based on this.

does this mean that guilty as sin? is written about house and wilson

[cmkren]

I understand wilson in the sense that if i had a girl “best friend” who was morally dubious and kind of a dick but clung onto me like a stray cat and treated me differently than the rest i would simply let her and love her

[merverse]

obsessed with the fact that i figured house was hallucinating during the entire season finale bc he woke up after getting shot and wilson wasn't there to yell at him

[sebari-1004]

House MD

@girlbosscannibalism @ilikestopwatches @ringdingdestroya

[jameswilsonmybeloved]

I'm rewatching season 2 episode 23 of House MD (Who's your daddy) and this episode is a good example of how Wilson craves just as much control over House as House does with him.

Particularly, the instance when Wilson enters House's office with the chicken mole. He deliberately entered with enticing food, a trap, knowing House's tendency in stealing other peoples food. The first thing he does it drop it on Houses desk, just out of reach.

This is the 'reward'. He's already questioned House's friendship with this man, asking why they were friends. Whats special about this man? And now, he wants to know why he's defending him, why he cares. There HAS to be a reason, and Wilson won't give House his 'reward' until he tells him.

So he asks, and when the answer doesn't satisfy him Wilson leaves with the chicken mole. House gives in (a little bit too easily) and tells Wilson an answer that will satisfy him (guilt over a past girlfriend of Crandall's, but really, guilt? I don't buy it). Wilson looks at House with an expression I can't decipher (anger?disgust? disapproval? smugness?)

And he gives House his reward without another word, departing with whatever that look is.

This whole interaction screams control, Wilson->House, and the chicken mole is the 'good boy' equivalent of giving a dog a reward after it's listened to you.

There was no point to that interaction besides Wilson needing to know that House doesn't actually care about some guy calling himself House's friend. House doesn't have any other friends, CAN'T have any other friends, isn't capable of caring about them without an ulterior motive. Otherwise Wilson wouldn't be special anymore :)

[medidoctorate]

my indecisive ass has been debating posting this since december. but fuck it im posting anyway

lil screenshot redraw where i make the scene 100% sadder and completely put it in another context :)

[turtlelover59]

There was shooting inside. 

James looked up from tying his horse, his eyes widening as he realised where the gunshots were from. He dropped the rope, pushing his hair back as he ran towards the house. 

A man was leaning against the wall, an old kitchen knife in his shoulder. He seemed to be just barely awake. James ignored him, pushing the knife even deeper into the man’s shoulder. He got up, his head snapping towards the sound of Amber holding in tears.  “Breathe, sugar.. Come on, I know you’re here-” James’ voice was a whisper as he rolled his wife over, Amber hissing at the feeling. 

The shot had completely wrecked her arm and another in her back. James winced at the sight, his jaw dropping in panic as he saw Rose. The baby girl was curled in Amber’s armpit now, her lips blue as Amber tried to curl back around her.  “No, stay like you were, hon..” James’ breath was shaky as he rolled Amber back, picking up Rose. He set the baby on his wife’s chest, Amber letting out a broken laugh at the sight.  “‘m sorry.. I-I tried--” She was cut off by Rosie letting out a weak cough, her eyes widening in worry. James sighed softly, running one hand through Amber’s hair and the other resting on Rosie’s chest.  “It’s fine. You- You’ll both be fine, love-” He took a shaky breath, his eyes starting to bounce around nervously.  “I-I.. don’t know-” “You are, doll- please..” He finally broke, trying to hide tears as he buried into his wife. 

“Rosie..? Oh, god.. Rose..” Amber’s voice was soft as she mourned, feeling the little one’s heartbeat finally stop. James let out a growl, pulling both Amber and Rose close to him as he took a breath. 

“I’m ready-” Amber choked, “-To go, James..”  “No- Nonono, please.. please..” He let out a small sob, holding the two close to his chest. 

He felt Amber go limp, his arms full of now-dead loves as he mourned. James stayed there for hours, still clutching his family tight as he let out screams.