#bex rambles

[bexisanidiot]

No bc like I want these on my future frount porch

Hopefully, it'll weird ppl out, and I'll be left the fuck alone at night

[obscuremechala]

rebembering i have a tumblr i suppose, should i post art here

kinda made it to do that but then i never remembered

lately its mostly robot ocs that aren't connected to Transformers (but 12 year old me did base this story off of transformers so there's similarities but ive made so much lore since then that i might one day explain)

[bexrambles]

i keep accidentally posting vent blog shit here rip sorry to anyone who mightve seen that

[bexrambles]

ive been thinking a lot lately about how i missed out on the forum signature era by being a shy lurker

we need to go back to the era of 20 million different forum websites for each hyper-niche community, animated post signatures and everything. that was more fun i think

[melorasmushrooms]

I’ve been thinking a lot about “The curtains are just blue” again and well…are they?

What do you, the reader, picture in your mind’s eye when you hear “blue curtains”? For me, I picture floor length curtains opening into a dark, well appointed room like you would see in Downton Abbey or Bridgerton. There’s minimal light, save for what’s coming in through the window, and no one is in the room. The shutters are open and there is a light breeze that causes the curtains to blow a bit. They’re a dusty blue grey (one of my favorite colors) and they match the interior of the room which is full of blues, rich greens, and golds.

If the author mentioned that the curtains are blue, they probably had a reason for it. Do they match the room? Do they stick out like a sore thumb and someone laments they haven’t gotten around to changing them just yet? Are they blue out of necessity because they were the only ones available to the character? Are they sheer? Opaque? Long or short? On curtain rods on tacked into the wall with pushpins? Brocade or plain?

Maybe they’re in a stately office, the one pop of color. Because they’re a government official telling the protege only they can save the world, or in a corporate exec’s office where their partner tells them to stop working so they can have a moment. Maybe the character rushed past the window but still had enough time to clock that the curtains were blue.

Do they represent the character’s melancholy? Maybe it’s a patriotic blue or the navy often seen in work wear. Is it the wine dark sea, roiling against dark clouds that threaten to close the character off from the world. Is it a sky blue in a cozy home with fresh coffee and homemade breakfast. Silky blue and dappled in moonlight

The curtains are never “just blue”. They’re blue for some reason but people are choosing to not see them as part of a whole

[babyboywilson]

Hilson request!! Cuddy keeps on playing matchmaker without them knowing which leads to the ducklings joining in!! The rest is up to you

cuddy had been watching and waiting for years. she’d seen the spark as soon as she’d hired wilson (with a surprisingly authentic recommendation from house about how she needed to hire this up and coming oncologist). she’d watched the two of them be drawn together, push each others buttons to the breaking point, fall apart in a catastrophic implosion, and then be drawn back together like the earth and the moon drawn into each other’s gravitational pull.

this last set back had been the worst she’d ever seen. amber’s death had shifted wilson and house’s relationship into devastation. she’d never seen wilson ice house out that way, and she’d never seen house unravel the way he did without wilson in his life.

but then house’s father passed away, and wilson dragged him to the funeral. and suddenly house and wilson were houseandwilson again. they were pranking each other again. wilson was following house around. everything was back to the way it was.

except that wasn’t enough in cuddy’s mind. that spark was like a live wire between house and wilson, threatening to electrocute both of them and everyone around them. and that was why cuddy had made an executive decision. it was time for her to take on a new role. lisa cuddy md, dean of medicine, chief hospital administrator, and matchmaker.

step one.

cuddy walked into house’s office, hesitated, then moved back towards the door as if she were unsure. house glanced up, giving her a questioning look. “if you’re going to profess your love for me, you might as well spit it out,” house said. cuddy rolled her eyes, and instead strutted forward. “i shouldn’t be giving this to you. he was back and forth on if he should even go through with the idea.” that piqued house’s interest. “give me what?” he asked. cuddy hesitated again before reaching into her pocket and placing the tickets onto the desk. front row monster truck rally tickets. house cracked a smile and reached out for them, but cuddy pulled them back. “if wilson asks, you bullied me for the tickets. and you tell him that he’s going with you,” cuddy warned. house grinned, snatching the tickets from her hand. “as if i’d want to go with you,” house said. cuddy quickly walked out, as if she was scared of second guessing her decision. once she was around the corner, she laughed to herself. and that was how you set up a first date.

step two.

a week later, cuddy went to wilson’s office, knocking cautiously. “come in,” wilson called. cuddy cracked the door open and peeked inside. “you got a minute?” she asked. wilson nodded and she stepped into the office and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “i need a favor,” she started, waiting for wilson to nod again. “there’s a charity event this weekend, and i was going to go on behalf of the hospital, but now the board needs me to attend a conference instead. the board wants house to go. show face since his department takes most of the budget. i need you to go too. he won’t go otherwise, and i need you to keep him in line,” cuddy said. wilson’s eyebrows scrunched together. “he’s not going to go for that and you know it.” brushing her hands down over her skirt, cuddy replied, “i know. that’s why i’m willing to offer him pick of any case he wants for the next couple weeks with no clinic hours,” cuddy said. sighing, wilson shook his head. “wouldn’t it be better for the hospital if he goes with you? he flirts with you enough that it’ll be entertainment for everyone,” wilson pointed out. cuddy hesitated, glanced down, and half shook her head. “not when he told me to my face he prefers your company over mine.” she let those words linger for a minute before looking up again. wilson was blinking rapidly, as if in shock. “it’s a 7pm on saturday. make sure he behaves,” she said, knowing wilson would do as she asked. she saw herself out of his office….

and ran right into kutner as she closed wilson’s door. “there isn’t any conferences this weekend, is there?” kutner said. cuddy squinted her eyes at him. she really wasn’t surprised that house’s new team was as sneaky as his old team. “they don’t need to know what,” she said, starting to walk away. kutner hesitated for a moment, glancing towards wilson’s office before following after her. “what’s your goal here?” he asked. cuddy scoffed, “not any of your business.” kutner jogged a couple steps ahead of her and stopped in front of her. “it could be. because if you’re trying to set them up, i can help with that,” kutner replied. freezing, cuddy darted her eyes up and down the hall before pulling kutner to a quieter hallway. “how did you know about that?” she asked. offering her a grin, kutner replied, “i’ve been trying to get them together for weeks now. but my efforts haven’t been enough. but if we combined forces…” he offered with a half smirk which mirrored house far too much. she should say no. she’d known house and wilson for longer than anyone else in this hospital. she could do this by herself. but… if she got the underlings involved, it might get house and wilson together quicker which would mean she wouldn’t have to deal with their ridiculous version of pining anymore. “fine,” she agreed, “but don’t make me regret it.” with a bow, kutner replied, “you won’t. now just to get taub and thirteen involved.” before she could say anything, kutner disappeared. yep… cuddy was already regretting it.

the next morning, cuddy found her office filled with house’s ducklings. “what’s the plan, boss?” kutner asked with a grin. luckily, cuddy had had a feeling she’d be faced with the team coming to her to scheme about ways to set wilson and house up. and she’d already come up with a great plan. “alright… this is what we’re going to do,” she said.

house glanced around the charity event, looking for cuddy. she said she’d meet him here in exchange for no clinic hours for a month. that was the only reason he was here and not out doing something more enjoyable; preferably with wilson, but wilson had said he was busy this weekend. he caught sight of the rest of his team. they were huddled in the corner of the room, whispering; flashing glances his way as if he were the target of some prank they were about to pull. knowing his luck, that’s exactly what was about to happen. he’d already decided he was going to tell cuddy he was firing them all immediately… when his eyes fell on wilson. wilson who was walking his way with two drinks in his hands. he offered one to house and house raised an eyebrow. “thought you were busy this weekend?” house asked. wilson ducked his head. “cuddy bargained with me to come in her place. said you would prefer my presence over hers.” house huffed out a sigh, glancing back over to his team. taub looked away, thirteen held his gaze, and kutner flushed and turned away. suddenly the pieces fell into place. “i think we’ve been parent trapped,” house said. wilson’s eyes snapped up to house’s. “we’re being set up? together?” he stuttered out. “that manipulative little… she’s been setting her trap for weeks,” house muttered. taking a large gulp of his drink, wilson asked, “do i even want to know?” flicking his cane against the ground, house pointed at wilson. “you didn’t buy those monster truck tickets, did you?” wilson shook his head. “she’s been playing matchmaker,” house huffed. he glanced up to wilson, who had a puzzled look on his face. “you think the team was in on it too?” wilson questioned. house glanced back over to the team, who were all deliberately ignoring them while casting furtive glances their way. “definitely.” and then wilson was moving, stepping closer into house’s space. “then let’s get even,” wilson said, dropping his head down fractionally and darting his eyes down to house’s lips before looking back up to meet house’s eyes. house laughed, placing his drink on the counter behind them. “wilson, i like the way you think.” and then house leaned in and kissed wilson. when they broke apart, house caught sight of the team staring at them in shock. looks like they hadn’t expected that. house grinned smugly to himself.

cuddy may have been winning up until that point… but house was pretty sure with that move, he’d just tied the game.

[wulfberry]

bexley my beloved

(he/it)

[socially-reluctant]

so was anyone going to tell me that Peter Steele was 6 FOOT FUCKING 8 or was I just supposed to figure that shit out on my own

[bexisanidiot]

I remember when I was younger I was playing barbies as a young child would.

No my barbies didn't go shopping

My barbies had a wedding, I made the wife cheat in her husband with a woman, and the husband watched. I vividly remember making the two barbies bang while the dude just sat there

I was at least 6 years old

[obscuremechala]

wahoo spent all day doing homework and i have no more energy for creativity i love finals season /very much sarcasm

[bexrambles]

for no particular reason at all i might start hanging out around here more

[trickstertox]

[Image ID: There are two anthropomorphic animals standing together and talking. There is no text. The character on the left is a colourful sturgeon. The character on the right is a wolf with badger markings. It also has horns and its tail is that of a shrimp's. Both are happy. /.End ID]

@fishyfishyfishtimes We yapping!

[melorasmushrooms]

Maybe it’s just me but I think reacting aggressively to a child who is in pain and is having a, y’know, fairly average reaction to something medical stinging their open wound isn’t good???? It’s not making the situation better

[kinaesthetiqueer]

rereading the Gallagher Girls series and i'm just saying if you like RWBY, you'd love GG

[babyboywilson]

I don’t know how much longer I can be held back.

Life growing, mind and body changing.

A picture in a frame that is fading.

Every day I find a better version of myself.

I’m rising above like a balloon released into the Sky.

Get ready, get set,

let go.

[adoriels-tears-if]

Sorry to hear, don't know why people ruin things for the rest, what you couldn't wait for a week!!