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a starter for the papa @justastarkgenius

He’s actually productive for once. He’s actually gotten things done without making a gigantic mess, and without hurting himself or anyone else, and dare he say it, Danny is proud that he hasn’t made one mistake yet this morning. Ah, well... the day was still quite young, and the boy was certain that something would happen later. It was a gut feeling. One he was sure his “brothers” and “sisters” felt as well, even if they weren’t all human like he was now.

Being human was still a trip and a half. Literally. As he pretty well fell out of bed every morning and tripped over his own two feet. Choked on his own spit and food and water constantly, and tended to hurt himself every other moment of the day. It was an understatement to say “I’m sorry!” was his catch phrase, and Tony-- DAD -- he had to play caretaker more and more, and it was beginning to eat away at the man’s time.

So he assumed.

It was times like this, where he hadn’t screwed anything up nor hurt himself nor broken anything that made him think... well, this wasn’t all bad. Maybe Tony wouldn’t heave a sigh the moment he walked into the labs. Maybe he wouldn’t have to untangle the boy from wires or pick him up after face planting... Danny felt just a tad bit useless on the best of days. Yet despite the sighs, and despite having to clean up each day after his child, Tony was always rather supportive of the boy.

Speaking of Tony, Danny had just sat himself down at one of the tables, smiling to himself dumbly and staring ahead-- he very often lost himself to thought. He wasn’t used to thinking and thinking and thinking, and boredom very much consumed him. So, when Tony entered the labs, Danny behaved similar to that of an excited puppy at the sight of their master returning home.

“Dad!” he barks out, a grin taking his features from ear to ear. “I made coffee without spilling it everywhere!” He couldn’t promise the coffee would be strong enough mind you (or perhaps it would be too strong?), but he was proud of the fact he had done something without creating a mess. He leans back into the love seat comfortably, fingers lacing behind his head as he picks his feet up to rest on the table.

“I even--”

It was too bad the table was made of glass, however. And it was too bad Danny wasn’t entirely accustomed to how he should be moving. Glass was breakable, this he knew-- what he didn’t know was that slamming your boot covered feet onto a glass table top would certainly crack or shatter it. Danny wasn’t a light boy. The shattering glass makes him flinch and go wide eyed at the sight, jaw dropping and a wheeze escaping him with shock. “-- I even.. Dad... I’m sorry.”

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AWYEAH, I’M OVERHAULING THE FUCK OUTTA THIS BLOG

bear with me friends

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Send me "black bird" for a darker memory of my muse's past

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                                                            i could not                                                             count the nights                                                             that i’ve woken                                                             s c r e a m i n g…

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        Funny how sometimes House's jokes and jests and insults could go too far and cross the line. He had pushed, he'd admit it. He had pushed and shoved Lisa's emotions around and although it was the truth he was after, he hadn't expected her to actually spill the truth. Her love for him. Her vulnerability to him.

And he certainly didn't expect her to give herself to him fully.

        There was, of course, a moments hesitance... but as soon as his lips found hers and she kissed back just as feverishly, House threw all caution to the wind and went for it. He dove right into this chaotic, murky water and found himself drowning in Lisa Cuddy all over again-- he'd never quite got over her, no matter how often he confessed that she was old news.

        And yet here he was now; legs tangled with hers and that look on her face that indicated he had been able to satisfy her in the best way he knew how. He even allowed himself to break down his walls a little, staying for post-coital snuggling and even lifting an arm so he could gingerly run the tips of his fingers over her cheek bone and down her jaw to trace each inch of flesh he'd kissed and nipped and loved while she clung to him earlier.

        House parted his lips, tongue poking out to wet them and just as he inhaled so he could sigh with content, he was quickly jarred from his delusional world that everything might work out and was quickly thrown back into the screaming whirlwind he had long sought a way to get out of. She should go? 

        House grunted, shifting to prop himself up on his elbows as cerulean blues followed her every movement. It wasn't until she was reaching for her shirt when he finally swung his own legs off the bed, brows knit together firmly as it was obvious he was struggling to keep himself in check.

     "Lisa." he gruffed out, rubbing the back of his neck before ruffling at his hair.  

                                                       "Stay."

A L O N G T I M E C O M I N G |h o u se

     ⚕—There were two things Lisa Cuddy dreamt of as a child. The first was to become the most successful female doctor in the world. The second, and much more probable desire, was to be married with and nice house and 2.5 kids. Just like her mother. Of course the hand she had been dealt never matched with her version of perfection.            She didn’t even do anything involving being a doctor anymore. It was all paperwork, and board meetings, and hounding patients for insurance they didn’t have. The only the she did have was someone who made her happy, and she’d fulfilled her dream of children by half. For a fleeting moment she’d thought she’d at least achieve on of her goals                                                                                                                           —until this moment.     She found herself intertwined in post-coital bliss with a man she had sworn to hate more than anyone else—                                                               — Gregory House.               She had admitted she loved him. She had given herself up, and now she lay in the arms of her arch nemesis, the man that had made her life a living hell had just given her a repeat of a night she had never been able to forget, and in the warm afterglow of a satisfying orgasm she was forced to come to terms with the fact that she had just destroyed what she had thought she’d already achieved.                 And she had no one to blame but herself.      ”I should go.”         She said suddenly as she wrenched herself from his content hold on her. Before he could even protest she was off of the bed, a sheet haphazardly covering her body as she searched for her shirt.

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back to unpacking and cleaning the downstairs suite. i'll be back up in a bit, ugh. also i'm in a "let's add another muse" mood again.

let's take a vote while i go clean.

first off, y/n should i add another.

second off, who;

norman bates (bates motel)

GOB (arrested development)

dr.cox (scrubs)

luigi largo (repo! the genetic opera)

pls to be helping me decide?

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Ms. New Booty — Bubba Sparxxx ft Ying Yang Twins

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He waited until everyone left before he stalked towards her, grinning widely and lifting his own glass of alcohol. "Alright, wonderful. You, me. A bottle of bubbly. My jacuzzi in my ensuite bathroom." he grabbed for a bottle of champagne, shaking it playfully. "Naked jacuzzi party, that's what's up!"

    Raising the glass of champagne, she had previously picked up to her lips, she rose her brow; at the man’s comment. “Huh… okay..”, was all she could say before going back to her drink.

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"Alright, so it goes completely against the Bro Code, I know that. It's more, like... well, he broke the code first, so I'm just dishing it back at him."

                                                     barney grumbles to himself a bit,                                                      adjusting his tie and buttoning his                                                      shirt as he watched her replace hers.

"Okay, well that's not exactly the connection I was talking about, but if you want to put it that way... So, you want me to lie. To my  best friend? .... Yeah, I can do that. Easy. This never happened. You're better off with a lousy architect, and I'm better off between Candi and Sugar anyway. Yeah. Real names. Isn't that adorable?"

"What’s up with you sneaking behind his back like that? Aren’t you his supposedly best friend?”

                              peyton had took her shirt off the bed only to put it                               on again, she sat up properly, looking to the male                               with raised eyebrows

"Oh please, what connection would  that be? Your dick calling out for me? I forgot who I was there for a minute so that explains why I was into it  but watch me closely, Barney. This never ever happened alright?  And you cannot tell anyone about it. Especially not Ted.”

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"Ehehe, 'cause it was funny. C'mon! I'm bored and I wanna go shopping, c'mon! I'm like your... gay, totally straight, best friend uncle."

"Do I dare ask why?"

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his-angel-of-music

"Do you want to run that by me again? I'll admit, you lost me as soon as you walked into the room. I really could have cared less at first, but now I'm bored and you sound entertaining. Humour me."

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ipickedarealwinner

"Ted, just. For once. Please. Be cool. Please. Just... just one time. Be cool just one time."

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minervamorton

"Funny. Very funny. Get in the stupid car. Blue gets the front seat."

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shewhowalkedtheearth

"Uhm... I don't know if you're here for Pop, but. I kinda hope you're not, 'cause... he's just gonna hurt you, and you're way too pretty.

                   I mean, no. I mean, yes!                                           Yes, you're... pretty, but uhm... I didn't... I... hrmn."

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