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1st VS 3rd person POV in different genres
So I saw a post about this recently ( i will track it down eventually), but i wanted to illustrate my point (literally).
For Horror, romance etc. I generally use 1st person, because it helps me portray emotion better. As in the illustration, it helps with suspense. You aren't the all-knowing 3rd person and can be surprised. You feel the emotion of the characters!
For anything that isn't emotion-based and relies heavily on description and being able to see further than one person can (sci-fi, for example) 3rd person is the standard.
tl;dr: for emotion, you use 1st person, for description, you use 3rd person.
House is an atheist. We know this. He tells us often, with bitterness and certainty. He rejects the idea of God, of souls, of cosmic meaning. He dissects faith like he dissects symptoms: a fragile delusion, beautiful maybe, but ultimately dangerous. For House, belief is the enemy of truth. Religion is a sedative for the desperate. He doesn’t believe in miracles—he performs them under fluorescent lights, scalpels, and sarcastic monologues.
And yet, the entire show is draped in religious imagery.
The irony is deliberate. The tension is constant. House, M.D. is not a show about religion, but it is deeply religious in structure and tone. It’s a modern-day gospel about suffering, sacrifice, and the endless question of whether redemption is possible for people who are fundamentally broken.
And at the heart of that contradiction—at the center of House’s reluctant, silent religion—is Wilson.
Wilson, the oncologist. The caregiver. The forgiver. The one person who doesn’t try to fix House, just stays. In House’s world of godless suffering and brutal honesty, Wilson becomes the impossible constant. A living parable. A symbol of grace. He is not just House’s friend—he is House’s church. The only place he returns to. The only place he trusts.
Despite everything he says, House believes in Wilson the way people believe in God—not in certainty, but in need. In faith. When everything else fails (medicine, logic, self-destruction) it’s Wilson’s presence that remains. Not because he proves anything, but because he chooses to stay.
Wilson is where House goes when nothing else makes sense.
And this is where Amber enters—because Amber is crucial to understanding the show’s theology.
Amber isn’t just Wilson’s girlfriend or a romantic foil. She’s a vessel. A sacrifice. A holy symbol burned into the center of House and Wilson’s dynamic. She represents the cost of belief. And her death is House’s Fall.
Amber is cast in religious imagery from the start—sharp and shining, dressed in clean lines, commanding presence. She’s the only woman who matches House in intellect, in stubbornness, in biting wit. But while House uses those qualities to alienate, Amber uses them to love. To claim. She chooses Wilson with a kind of divine certainty, and House both resents and envies it.
And then she dies—because House called her.
Because House, in a drug-fueled haze, reached out for Wilson and accidentally destroyed the one person Wilson loved most.
Amber becomes a martyr. She dies for House’s sin. The sin of needing Wilson, of being selfish, of reaching out without understanding the cost. Her death is sacrificial. She absorbs the consequences of House’s weakness. And it shatters Wilson’s faith. In House. In meaning. In everything.
But here’s the terrifying, beautiful part: even then, Wilson comes back.
Not immediately. Not easily. But he returns. He forgives. He chooses House again, knowing the damage he can cause.
And isn’t that what religion is, at its most painful?
The choice to return.
The choice to love something that hurts you.
The choice to find meaning, even in suffering.
From that point on, House is haunted—literally and metaphorically. Amber appears to him as a ghost. A judge. A reminder. Her presence during his Vicodin-fueled breakdowns is a vision, not unlike biblical visitations: accusatory, radiant, always asking questions he doesn’t want to answer. She becomes a conscience, a prophet of pain. Not just Wilson’s loss, but House’s guilt made flesh.
And House listens.
Because he believes her.
Because he believes in what she represents: that his actions matter. That pain has consequences. That love, once given, leaves an eternal mark.
That’s the thing. For all his denial, House’s life is shaped by faith—just not in any god he’ll name.
His god is Wilson.
His gospel is logic.
His demons are guilt, pain, and the memory of Amber in that white, frozen bus.
His sacraments are Vicodin.
His confessionals are sarcasm and silence.
His moments of worship are quiet, rare, and often happen when Wilson isn’t looking.
But it’s faith all the same.
When Wilson gets cancer, everything crashes again. This time, House can’t save him. There’s no diagnosis to solve, no miracle to pull from his bag of tricks. He is powerless. Human. And finally he understands the most terrifying truth of all: he can’t live in a world where Wilson doesn’t exist.
So he dies. Or pretends to.
He sets fire to his life. He lets everyone believe he’s gone. He chooses exile, isolation, and total obliteration of self—all so he can spend a few final months beside the man who has always been his moral center, his constant, his quiet divinity.
That’s not just friendship. That’s religion.
A god falls from the sky. A believer lays down his crown. A sinner chooses love over truth. A cynic learns how to pray—not with words, but with presence.
And isn’t that the most blasphemous, beautiful faith of all?
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Maybe I should say something.
There was, a few weeks ago, a debate on censorship in my class. I did not participate, unfortunately, but I just wanted to get my personal opinion out.
Nothing should be censored. Ever.
Because when we censor, we are making censoring things acceptable. Say we make one thing censurable. People will abuse that, expand and twist the definition until it covers everything they want censored.
We are not trusted with the privilege to censor. No one should be.
Little disclaimer, as well: This does not apply to blocking topics or words you find not to your taste from your own personal, private feed. This post refers to the deliberate removal or blocking of content from the public as a whole because one person finds it distasteful.
Uk peeps!! Let’s get this going! 🏳️⚧️🇬🇧
Has anyone else got a bug where if you click into the reblog tree (idk what its called but the thing where you see all the reblogs of a post) the post just. disappears??? help please
extra info: I'm using web tumblr on a debian linux laptop and the newest version of firefox.
January 26, 2025
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