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i used to be a sydcarmy but after s3 it’s just like. i would never wish that upon her

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I'm watching house md for the first time and I'm only at the 6th episode but something about Wilson just feels strange as a character. In the sense that if you told me he was House's imaginary friend I would believe you.

Something about Wilson (at least from what I've seen so far) seems so unreal. Like he mostly only talks to House, he is the only one House seems to truly see as an equal, he acts as a sort of common sense filter for House and he doesn't put up that big of a fight with House because House usually concedes to whatever point he makes in his head and Wilson knows it.

Like he just seems like the embodiment of House's ideal friend. Idk I love the show so far and I can't wait to get deeper into it.

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And she did

Now, I’m not saying romantic relationships are inferior, or that they’re useless, or that you being in one or that you shipping some characters romantically is Bad or something off the walls like that. What I’m saying is that two people (or characters, since we’re talking shipping here) can be just as devoted to each other, love each other just as deeply, mean just as much to each other while being in a platonic relationship. The end point of caring about someone doesn’t have to be romance.

Friendship isn’t a stepping stone between strangers and romantic partners, it’s a different path. And you can follow that path as deep into the wood as a romantic one if you want, and neither is inferior to the other, they just have different views.

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I am convinced that anything prefaced with “my hand slipped…..” immediately becomes like ten times more iconic then it would have been otherwise

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But like… Max is gonna be fine right? Right?

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Does this mean Will isn’t getting any screen time? Cause I will riot. Pun only half intended.

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

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The thing that sucks the absolute most is that Steve and Eddie really only start to become close after Eddie has died. In all honesty that’s not exactly right. Really it has just been Dustin telling stories that make Steve think he would’ve loved to get to know Eddie more. And then he feels guilty because people knew Eddie. Spent the time to know Eddie. People miss Eddie. The real Eddie. And Steve missing this phantom Eddie, this Eddie he invented from watered down, half-forgotten memories that aren’t even his---it’s just wrong. And then he thinks what would Robin say? Probably that he's being too hard on himself. Or that he’s being freaky. Or that he needs to stop worrying so much. And there’s the truth, a jawbreaker the size of one of Dustin’s stupid compasses. That is---hard to swallow. The truth that Steve doesn’t know what the fuck Robin would say to this, but he doesn’t want to ask. So really Steve can’t even try to chill out because there’s no one telling him “hey, you aren’t a bad person.” He could be a bad person. He probably is a bad person. So he stops thinking about Eddie like he’s alive. Like any fabricated version of him---based on reasonable evidence or not---is real. But Steve still asks for stories. Anecdotes and maybe even old textbooks. He won’t read Eddie’s diary, but he’ll pour over his bio notes. Because isn’t it just as bad to ignore that Eddie ever existed---to stop listening?

Steve can’t help but mourn the opportunity---the chance. Because Eddie wrote out jokes to himself about the ‘genetic mutation’ unit in Ms. Iverson’s class. Half-baked-fever-dream-run-on-sentences about cloning. And he’s kind of really funny. He was funny. Steve has this sick thought that keeps running through his head---he keeps wondering how Wayne Munson hasn’t killed himself. It’s fucked up, obviously. Steve’s own parents may not give a shit, but he knows distantly that most parents would do anything for their children. And he knows personally that if his kids were to die like that---

Maybe it says more about his own quality of life. But then he runs into Wayne in the Arcade parking lot. Maybe ‘runs into’ isn’t the right term. He watches Wayne from his car. He’s just dropped the kids off when Wayne pulls in. He parks and gets out and sits on the hood and lights up a cigarette and just stares. And Steve watches from the safety of his beamer. And Steve realizes in that moment that maybe Wayne wants to be alive to miss Eddie. To tell Eddie’s story, sure, but also to live with him a little longer. Whatever scraps of him are left. To look at the Arcade Eddie spent plenty of his time in. To try and reach out and understand. Or maybe that’s just Steve projecting. But he thinks he might get it, a little, after that. It’s these small moments he doesn’t share with Robin. He does know how she’d react to this part. Doesn’t want to think about it, to have to look at her face while she realizes that maybe he’s a little broken. Aches to tell her anyway because he knows with all that concern will come a small smile. Something they can share.

But Robin is doing so well, and he doesn’t want to rip that rug out from under her. She’ll be leaving for college soon. And she might not go if she thinks that he’ll do something---

Stupid.

When she leaves.

Which he won’t.

Because Max is in a coma and the kids are always sad and Nancy ran away and Eddie never did figure out cloning.

He’ll keep doing idiotic shit, but he won’t do anything stupid.

And they have the summer.

That’s the end. There’s nothing else.