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zambehnation · 2 days
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In the last 6 months of Wilson’s life, there wasn’t much that he wanted to do. There wasn’t a long bucket list of things like: ride a hot air balloon, see the northern lights, sleep with a playboy bunny that he presented to House as if House could grant all his dying wishes, though House had been willing to try. Mostly, days were spent riding their bikes, eating greasy food wherever, getting lost and checking out the few sites they pass along the way. A couple of times someone would hand them a flier to some gig at a rundown bar and they’d laugh in a little corner as a poor soul butchered another pop song that they were both just a little too old to know or appreciate. A couple of times one of them would get too drunk and sloppy and get thrown out or cut off or start a fight and the other would stay sober, would pacify a bartender or the other angry drunk in the equation, one would steer them back to the hotel and the other would hold on for the ride. Most nights ended with the two of them in twin beds- not too close but close enough to take care of each other. Near the end it was just one bed- big enough for space if space was wanted, but space was never wanted when the nights were too cold even in the summer.
But when Wilson dies and House promises not to follow, he remembers all the little things that Wilson had wanted to do when they were younger, when they had time- when the days were slow and the end was nowhere near the horizon. He’d stored them away somehow in a tiny drawer behind shelves of books on all kinds of diseases.
He brings each page of the list out of that drawer one day at a time- lives each day with the ghost of a smiling Wilson looming just to his right.
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makowcy · 1 year
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boom
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inklessletter · 10 months
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"Eyes on me. Yeah. Good boy."
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Thank you so much for trusting and sticking around.
Steve says thank you 💛
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ilovethebittertaste · 2 months
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thund3randrain · 5 months
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Regulus appearing at the Potter's house after getting the locket, looking like a corpse. I'm not even talking in an even remotely good way. Hollow cheeks and skin so pale its basically grey and he's shaking and really thin and barely able to stand, with eyebags darker than his hair, which is falling in greasy, ragged strips down his head. Clothes torn and hanging off his starved frame, lips cracked and pale, looking like a completely different person. He is a completely different person, the death eater and later horcrux hunter life draining anything he had out of him. James answers the door, and all he can say is "What did you do to deserve this?"
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mylifeingotham · 3 months
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ineffablehubbys · 1 month
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I cant live like this anymore. They are in my walls.
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artbyleav · 2 months
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“I wish the ring had never come to me”
Super happy with this one. There is another version below so enjoy👇
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pawedgamer · 5 months
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TW// Distortion, Glitching
I don't post on Tumblr a lot, but here, take some art. :3
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1rabong · 6 months
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Day 3 of Different characters everyday challenge - Hisoka and Illumi
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brewed-pangolin · 6 months
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Price called Soap 'Sunshine' on the last mission.
Remember that.
Next time you feel the gentle warmth of the sun's rays on a cold day, that's Soap.
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Excuse me while I go cry in a corner.
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allagogtoreblog · 1 year
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oddthesungod · 1 year
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hey............ yknow what would be super cool? a crit role fighting game with all the player characters :)))
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basiatlu · 6 months
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Day 30: The Veil
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He came to Remus in a dream.
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livlaughloveluke · 1 month
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sobbing thinking of luke castellan x reader where they’re basically the “parents” of camp and then luke betrays her and she has to take care of her “kids” alone 😓
set to the song “not a lot, just forever”
“i could be a good mother, and i wanna be your wife.”
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