Oh My Lord What Are You Staring At James Wilson?? And With That Smile?? Hello??

*walks around the dash loud as fuck* good morning...

i'm really curious about this, but where are y'alls names from? like one of my names is mexican and the other is arabic

rb and tag where your name's from

I see a lot of people who are thinking about watching House MD asking if Hilson is cannon, here’s the objective truth: the whole show is a ‘will they won’t they’ but they never will except they also have been the whole time and will continue too

me when someone who has been nice to me every single time we've interacted is nice to me:

omg... you dont hate me?....

Isn't House problematic??

i live in one so i hope not

i actually do think house and wilson should go on a big romantic weekend in the poconos but they joke about doing it purely as an experiment to see if they actually do fall in love, because everyone else already thinks they are but they swear they aren't, and they planned it while super drunk and made several huge, non-refundable deposits so they kinda have to see it through to the end. so they go, and they can't stop laughing at everything, and it feels awkward and silly and they can't take anything seriously because everything is covered in rose petals and candles and they keep getting served champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries. there's no way they're in love!! they can't even soak in the heart-shaped hot tub together without arguing!! so they ditch the final night of their reservation and hit up the casino and a club, where they do end up fucking in a dirty bathroom stall where the door doesn't even lock. turns out reckless gambling and doing bodyshots off bartenders is the romantic push they need

me commenting on a fic i loved with my entire heart: why would u write this. i'm going to kill myself