#enjoy amores

[gucciwins]

bel and harry in venice???? 🫶

okay, because i love you here's a bit of the red carpet

(this is in relation to my story love on tour)

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79th Annual Venice International Film Festival 

The red carpet and all who walk are where the attention is, and today we'll be speaking about what we see for the premiere of Don't Worry Darling. We will discuss who's here, what they're wearing, and all the hot gossip. All around, cameras are scattered around, an endless amount of cameras, and the cheers only seem to be getting louder the more guests we see enter. It all goes by smoothly, and honestly, everyone is waiting for the stars of the night, Florence Pugh and Harry Styles.

The crowd is wild, and we know it has to do with a particular pop star walking down soon. Harry Styles is set to walk alone, bringing his team with him to support. Let's hope he stops for an interview. The biggest question we all want to be answered is if he and Y/N Belmonte are still dating. We have stopped seeing them together, no more visits at love on tour, and for Belmonte's red carpet, she's been wearing Valentino, not Gucci, for which Harry is the face. 

First of the cast to walk the red carpet is Director Wilde in a bright yellow dress, sure to capture everyone's attention. As she wants to be seen as the start tonight. Followed right after by Gemma Chan and Chris Pine, who make quite the duo, these two have been fan favorites as they are husband and wife on-screen and here in Venice show a united front. 

There are shouts of their names as they greet fans and walk to the end of the carpet, awaiting the rest of the cast to arrive for photos. 

Familiar faces cross our path as Nick Kroll, and Lily Kwong walk the carpet hand in hand. Kwong stuns in a purple dress while Kroll wears a blue suit. His wife was shining brighter than him on the carpet. 

Up next is the man everyone has been waiting for, Harry Styles. He is wearing a custom Gucci look featuring a deep blue double-breasted suit and a long sleeve shirt with an oversized collar. He has on Gucci square sunglasses from his HA HA HA collection set to launch next month. He did not come to play. Also, he arrived alone, even though we all know Ms. Belmonte has been at the event for the past few days. The fans go crazy as Harry goes up to them; quick photos and signatures are enough to keep them cheering. There's nothing like Harry Styles fans who are dedicated and always ready to support him in all he does. 

The star of Don't Worry Darling, Florence Pugh, is wearing a Valentino dress made for a leading lady. She poses on the red carpet in a shimmery creation featuring voluminous balloon-styles sleeves and a stunning split front. The sheer overlay is scattered with round, star-shaped silver sequins finished in a sweeping train. She wore her hair in a simple, slicked-back wave, and honestly can, she hand over her stylist's number because she indeed was a dream. She accessorized her glam gown with black heels featuring a bow at the ankle, and dramatic feather trims up her leg. 

Making a late arrival is Y/N Belmonte, and honestly, it's clear why she's so loved. She walks with grace, a timid smile on her face as fans begin to wave. The cast sends her a wave as she goes to greet fans instead of interrupting the cast photo taking place. The cameras follow her every move, trying to look at her stunning outfits. She's wearing Christian Dior, a tight fitting black suit with silver embellishment that make her look like she’s shining. It’s closed with a diamond broach showing just enough cleavage for a red carpet It's clear she held back because of her three red-carpet looks. This might not be my favorite. But of course, she was the leading lady for those two premieres and is now here to support the cast. 

As the wonderful cast breaks away, the cast mingles together, hugging and taking photos. While Belmonte didn't linger long to have her photo taken, she did make her way over to Florence Pugh, who welcomed her in a warm embrace. The two ladies have acted alongside each other in Little Women and have competed for similar roles, but it's clear their friendship remains strong. 

Styles and Belmonte don't cross paths, but her stare lingers on him for a second when Styles turns and meets her eye. It's clear by the tension that something has happened. Let's hope we find out.

Belmonte walks off after chatting with Chris Pine, who she allowed to take a photo of her. She moves to the edge, and right as the camera turns away, we see her approach Harry's team, who all look dapper and full of smiles in support of Styles. She hugs them all individually, all of them beginning to talk at once, trying to get her attention. She's good friends with them all. 

Our attention stays locked on her as someone from Styles' team takes her hand and has them twirl for her. They seem to love the outfit just as much as we do. 

The stars are heading in, and we have not one interaction with Harry and Y/N.

The camera zooms in as Harry walks toward his friends, including Belmonte. He comes from behind and rests a hand on the small of her back; when she turns, the smile she gives him is bright. He whispers something causing her to nod and lean into his arms, wrapping him in a hug. Their friends have their phones pointed at them, taking photo after photo just as the fans and photographers seem to be doing. 

A security guard comes for Harry, and before he leaves, he leans in to give Y/N a quick kiss, which leaves us shocked but allows us to confirm that Harry and Y/N are still going strong despite all the tabloids. 

Safe to assume that we'll be seeing a lot more of our favorite couple later tonight.

[youssefguedira]

i dont know when ill get around to writing the larger fic this is part of but you know brain worms have this

Nicky offers to pick him up at the airport like it’s nothing, like it hasn’t been almost ten years since they saw each other, because he knows Joe hates planes and won’t want to try and navigate the two trains and two buses it’ll take to actually reach their hometown after the flight. And Joe doesn’t even try to protest, just texts him Thank you before he gets on the plane and then tries not to think about it for the entire flight. He fails.

When he arrives he’s exhausted, because it never really gets easier no matter how many times he does it. Moves through the airport like a zombie, operating mostly on muscle memory. He hasn’t been here in a long time. Still knows it well enough to navigate without really thinking about it. 

His suitcase is one of the last to come through on the carousel, but it does come through, and then he’s walking to arrivals with his heart in his throat. 

Nicky’s hanging back from the crowd, hands in his pockets. His hair is a little longer now, and at some point in the last decade he’s gotten his ears pierced, which Joe didn’t know. He’s wearing a dark green sweater and blue jeans. When he catches sight of Joe he smiles, small and restrained, straightens slightly.

“Hey,” he says as Joe gets closer, voice soft.

Joe has to swallow. “Hey,” he says hoarsely.

And he doesn’t even need to say anything else, because Nicky pulls him into a hug before Joe even has to ask, and Joe buries his face in Nicky’s neck and tries to breathe around the sob catching in his throat. One of Nicky’s hands comes up to cup the back of Joe’s neck, his thumb moving back and forth gently, and Joe is fragile enough that that gesture alone almost undoes him. 

Nicky pulls back first. Smiles at Joe. “You look good,” he says.

Joe has to swallow before he trusts himself to speak. “You too.” 

They linger just a moment longer, Nicky’s hand still on the back of Joe’s neck. Ten years ago, Joe would’ve kissed him; now there’s a gap neither of them quite know how to fill.

Finally, Nicky steps back fully, and Joe feels the loss of contact sharply. “We should go,” Nicky says. Joe nods, and follows him out of the terminal.

The car Nicky heads for is the same battered old thing he’s been driving since he got his licence. Joe wonders to himself how the car is even still going, and the look Nicky gives him tells him he knows exactly what Joe’s thinking.

It does something funny to Joe’s heart. He looks away, and gets in the car. 

“I brought you something to eat,” Nicky says before he starts the car, reaching for the bag by Joe’s feet. 

“You didn’t have to–” Joe begins, but Nicky cuts him off with a knowing almost-smile. 

“You hate plane food,” Nicky says, “and it’s almost two, and the other option would be whatever we can find on the way. I thought you might prefer this to service station food.”

It makes Joe want to cry a little. “Nicky,” he says, and can’t manage anything else. 

Nicky seems to understand. He pulls out what he had been looking for - a silver thermos, and a fork - and hands it to Joe. The contents are still warm when Joe opens it: pasta, warm and comforting. 

“Good?” Nicky asks, watching him.

Joe nods. “Good.”

“Okay.” Nicky looks at him for a beat longer, then turns away and starts the car. 

There’s a moment of delay before the CD player starts up, but when it does, Joe knows it from the opening note: he bought Nicky this CD from a thrift store the summer before he left for university, when they’d taken off for two weeks, just them and the car and the road. And there’s no chance that Nicky’s kept it in his car for ten years, but as they leave the airport and turn onto the motorway it makes it feel like they’ve done this a thousand times before, even though Nicky never picked him up from the airport when he came home, only met him at the station once or twice.

Joe finishes the pasta and tucks the thermos back in the bag. “Thank you,” he says, and it comes out a lot quieter than he means it to. 

Nicky glances at him. “We’re still a few hours away, if you want to try and sleep. I will wake you when we’re almost there.”

Joe might protest under other circumstances, but the flight was long, and he doesn’t sleep well on planes anyway. So he takes off his scarf and folds it into a makeshift pillow before leaning back and closing his eyes. Nicky drums his fingers on the steering wheel in time with the beat, hums along with the tune, and Joe lets the sound of his voice and the tapping of the rain on the window wrap around him like a blanket, carrying him off to sleep.

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Joe wakes to Nicky shaking his shoulder gently. “We’ll be there soon,” he’s saying. The rain has stopped; the radio is on, now, chattering in the way in the background. They’ve left the motorway behind for a much narrower road. Joe has to blink a few times before he catches sight of a sign and realises what Nicky means. 

He sits up. The position he’d been sleeping in hadn’t been great for his back or his neck, and he’ll probably regret it soon, but he’d slept a lot better than he might’ve expected. 

Being back always makes the rest of his life feel like a dream, like he’d never left at all. When the sign for their town passes Joe sits up, panic coiling in his stomach. He’s had days to prepare himself and still isn’t ready.

“Wait,” he says when they turn a corner two streets away from Joe’s parents’ house, “Nicky. Wait.”

“What?” Nicky asks. He doesn’t stop, but he does slow down.

“I can’t– I can’t do this.”

Now Nicky does stop, pulling into a lay-by. “What is it?”

“I don’t know, I just. Not yet. I need time.”

Nicky looks at him for a long moment. “When are they expecting you?”

“I didn’t give an exact time. Just sometime this afternoon.” He’d told his sister Nicky was coming to get him over the phone; she hadn’t said anything, but the silence had been enough. 

Nicky doesn’t say anything, but he’s got the look on his face that means he’s thinking.

“I’ll be okay by myself,” Joe says then. “If you need to work.”

Nicky shakes his head. “I have today off.” And then, before Joe can really think about that, he turns the car around and heads back the way they came. This time, he recognises the path Nicky’s taking almost immediately, turning away from the area Joe’s parents live in and towards the outskirts of town, where it starts to become mostly farmland.

“I can park the car by my uncle’s house,” Nicky says, glancing at Joe. “Then we can go from there.”

Joe doesn’t need to ask where; they’ve walked the same route so many times he could probably do it in his sleep. 

The sheep are out in the fields by Nicky’s uncle’s house, but he doesn’t see any of the lambs yet, though they must be coming soon. Nicky’s uncle let Joe try and help with lambing once, up until the point where Joe saw what exactly that entailed, and immediately lost his nerve. But he’d still let him help Nicky feed them every year.

There’s a little paved yard outside the farmhouse, where Nicky parks the car before grabbing the bag that had been by Joe’s feet. “I’m going to drop these off,” Nicky says. “You can come in, if you want?”

Nicky’s aunt and uncle have always been kind to Joe, but they will inevitably ask about his father, and Joe cannot quite bring himself to talk about that, not yet. 

“I’ll wait,” Joe says. 

It’s a few minutes before Nicky reappears, this time without the bag, but carrying a different thermos. He smiles apologetically as he jogs over. “I didn’t mean to make you wait long,” Nicky says. “But you know how they are.”

All Joe can do is nod. Nicky sets off down the path towards the woods that border the farm and Joe falls into step beside him. They don’t talk much on the way there, but they don’t need to: the silence is comfortable enough.

It’ll be spring soon. It’s cold but not cold enough to be uncomfortable, and the snowdrops are in full bloom, bright shards of white in the grass. The rain has stopped, but the smell of it still hangs in the air. They must’ve spent hours walking this path, enough that Joe doesn’t really need to look to know exactly where Nicky’s going.

This part of the river is just secluded enough that he can’t hear cars passing by anymore. The bench by the path is still there, though at some point they’ve built a shelter over it, which probably leaks but has kept it dry even after the rain. Nicky makes for it immediately. 

If he looked at the back of the third slat from the left he’d find their names carved into the wood, side by side. Joe very deliberately doesn’t look. 

Nicky sits down. Nods to the space beside him. When Joe joins him, he holds out the thermos.

“Tea,” Nicky says. “If you want.”

How many times have they done exactly this, over the years? In summer, they’d wade into the river; in winter, Joe always wanted to try skating on it, but the ice was never quite thick enough. Every time Nicky got into a fight with his father, every time Joe couldn’t bear to be in the house one second longer, they’d come here. 

Joe gives into memory and rests his head on Nicky’s shoulder. Nicky brings one arm up to hold him close, hand on Joe’s upper arm.

Joe closes his eyes, listens to the birds, listens to Nicky’s breathing. 

Nicky says, “When is the funeral?”

“Thursday,” Joe says. He doesn’t want to think about this, doesn’t want to think about the last conversation he had with his father, doesn’t want to imagine walking into his parents’ house and finding him gone. Of all people, Nicky will understand. It’s what brought them together when they were younger: being the only two students in their class who spoke English as a second language, and difficult fathers.

Silence falls between them, and Nicky doesn’t let him go, and Joe’s missed him, more than he really knew. He’d tried to stay in touch, and they had, for the most part, but it’s not the same as having Nicky beside him again.

Joe doesn’t think there’s anyone in this world who knows him the way Nicky does.

He doesn’t know why he says it, but they haven’t talked about it, and it feels like something they should, if only so Joe can lay this all to rest. 

Joe opens his eyes. “You, uh. You seeing anyone?”

Nicky doesn’t pull away, but Joe feels the way he goes still, tense. Slowly, softly, he says, “I don’t think this is the right time, Joe.”

“Is there ever a right time?” Joe asks, half-joking. 

Nicky doesn’t laugh. 

Joe clears his throat. “I’m not. So.”

Nicky exhales slowly, like he’s steadying himself. His thumb moves back and forth, back and forth where it’s resting on Joe’s arm, catching on the fabric of his coat. “Me neither.”

Joe’s not sure if that’s better or worse than if Nicky had said he’d found someone. If he had, perhaps Joe could put to rest the little part of him that will always be in love with Nicky. Not get rid of it entirely, but fold it away in a little corner of his heart and leave it there. This, though – this is possibility he doesn’t know what to do with.

“How long are you here?” Nicky asks quietly, moving his hand up to run his fingers through Joe’s hair, like he used to whenever Joe needed something to keep him grounded.

“I got two weeks off work,” Joe says. “After that I don’t know.”

Two weeks feels monumentally long and yet vanishingly short at the same time. And after?

They don’t talk about much after that. Small talk, more than anything else: Nicky’s still living in the same apartment, still working the same job, but Joe knows he loves it from the tone of his voice when he talks about the shelves he built for his most recent client, how he’s starting to make more of his own stuff, how his boss has been talking about retiring and leaving the whole business to Nicky. Joe could listen to him talk about it for hours. Maybe he does. 

It settles the frantic thing that had woken in his chest when they crossed the town line, and eventually, Joe says, “I think I’m ready.”

Nicky turns his head inwards and kisses the top of Joe’s head. Lingers there for a moment. It isn’t anything; it doesn’t have to be anything. 

“Okay,” Nicky says. “Okay.”

The walk back to the farm is largely silent, just as the walk there had been, passing the thermos of tea back and forth between them. They get back in the car, and Nicky drives them back to Joe’s parents’ house. 

Nicky pulls up on the curb outside the house. “Call me, if you need anything. Or just– call me.”

“I will,” Joe promises. He has two weeks; he’s not going to waste them. They haven’t been in the same timezone in a long, long time.

Nicky smiles, small and hopeful, and there’s nothing really to say, after that. 

Joe gets out of the car, and prepares to face his family.

[americankimchi]

some days i think to myself about the wasted potential that was essek criticalrole and feel a headache form behind my eyes.

[deus-and-the-machina]

I caught up to the oshi no ko manga recently and can I say whatever aquakane has going on is fucking insane good lord. Not platonic not romantic but a secret third thing (fake dating to “I have feelings for you” “I have feelings for you too” *narrator voice* the feeling was friendship to willing to commit a murder so the other won’t return to a spiraling revenge quest, a murder she was 100% down with since the moment it was implied to complicated exes but goddammit I still see through your bs and care about you idiot I’m gonna ruin your clearly self saboteering revenge quest and also it’s all super ace coded)

[vinnigami]

September 26 2023

He only smiles in tartarus. to me

[cactikiki]

Ough..you shouldn't have allowed me to do this Glitch Punkz Sr......

Two things..

One, imagine a sick day between those three..Poor Tony just trying to manage whilst Greg and Ellis spend the entire time complaining LMAO. and then ... OH NO..the dreaded medicine has entered the battle! ITS LIKE HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE UPON THE EARTH. </3 /lh

And two...it could be either ship but imagine them going to an amusement park during the summer or smth, i feel like Tony might be terrified of the rides/get ill easily but he'll still go on the Ferris wheel for the people he cares about (whether its Beckory / Beckorellis is up to you :))

1. Sick day

Tony knows how to take care of sick people. He's good at dealing with people when they're sick, he has done it many times with his family and himself– having a nurse for a mother has its benefits. But Ellis and Gregory... they're on some ungodly, unfathomable level of difficulty when it comes to being sick.

They hate medicine, they eat foods that won't be any help for them right now, they try to do activities they really shouldn't instead of rest, but Tony manages.

Only... when he's sick too, things take a turn. He has to take care of them as well as himself, and his patience is wearing thin. He just about manages, but Ellis and Gregory don't make it easy!

At least if they're ALL sick, they can all curl up together under a blanket, eat some soup and watch a movie.

2. Amusement park

Tony isn't a fan of heights. He isn't a fan of fast-moving rides. Frankly, a trip to an amusement park is his idea of hell! Gregory and Ellis would spend the whole time trying to cheer him up, promising this next ride is so so great actually... but it's all too much, and eventually Tony can't take it. He snaps.

Ellis and Gregory talk to him, in softer, calmer voices. They make sure he knows it's okay to feel the way he does, and they won't force him to do anything he doesn't want to. They're sorry. And Tony forgives them, while giving them a compromise; he'll happily ride the ferris wheel with them! He just wants to not look down and also hold their hands while he's on it.

They're okay with that.

[beatleswings]

This Don comic but the girl he talks to is Carmen.

Original:

[sainzcaleruega]

Opinion of Carlos’ beak? 🤔

I WILL LET THE BEAK SPEAK FOR ITSELF

but yes i want to feel it on my p-

[verso-abstracto]

La vida son momentos que tenemos en las manos y que no debemos dejar escapar sin disfrutarlos.

-sisii

[azizemsin]

Ozzy x Oc (Love Island: Double Trouble) One Shot <3

— Romantic reunion after Casa Amor. (aka how I imagined it to be)

🩷 song: august by taylor swift

Jennifers heart pounded with a mix of nervousness and excitement. She had missed Ozzy dearly during their time apart, her thoughts consumed by memories of stolen kisses and shared laughter. As the reunion party began, Jen couldn't help but scan the crowd, searching for that familiar face.

And then, she saw him. Ozzy stood at a distance, looking slightly unsure, but his eyes lit up with joy and an astonished expression went over his face as he locked gazes with Jennifer. Time seemed to stand still as he made his way towards her, oblivious to the noise and the curious gazes of the other islanders. Jen walked towards him also.

When they finally reached each other, Jennifer could no longer hold back her emotions. She pulled Ozzy into an everlasting tight embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. A soft sigh escaped her beautiful lips, and she whispered, "I missed you so, so much, Ozzy."

Ozzy held her tightly, burying his face in her long, soft hair, inhaling her scent. She smelled like the sun, a warm summer beach day, just the sun went down and there was this windy breeze and such an indefinable feeling went over his whole body that frightened him, because he felt himself get lost in Jens arms. "I missed you too, more than words can express," he replied, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I couldn't stop thinking about you. Casa Amor made me realize how much you mean to me. I wish…I wish I would‘ve walked out with you, but I was such a coward. When I thoughtI had to show respect and loyalty to Grace, I lost myself within what I actually wanted. What I needed. Who I had to give the same respect to. "

Jennifer pulled away slightly, her eyes searching Ozzy's for any signs of doubt. "Do you really mean that?" she asked, her voice laced with vulnerability.

Ozzy cupped her face in his hands, his thumb gently stroking her cheek. "I mean every word, Love. Being apart from you made me realize that my heart arches for you, and I can‘t imagine being here without you anymore. I want you to be with me. I want you mine." He came closer to her face, his lips almost touching her lips. His hot breath touching hers.

A surge of overwhelming joy washed over Jen. Tears welled up in her eyes as both of them leaned in, their lips meeting in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, all doubts and insecurities vanished, replaced by an unshakable belief in him.

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other's arms, sharing stories and catching up on all they had missed. Laughter mingled with whispers of affection as they strolled along the moonlit beach, their fingers intertwined.

As the night deepened, they found themselves in a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore provided the soundtrack to their intimate conversation. With a shy smile, Ozzy confessed, "I've never felt this way before. This feeling, it‘s becoming stronger by the second and I fear, when I let myself fully go, I will never be able to stop this."

Jennifers heart swelled with adoration, her brown eyes sparkling with love. "I feel the same way. Our stolen moments, being with you has brought me more happiness than I ever thought I deserved. I'm so grateful to be here with you."

The moon cast a gentle glow on their faces as they moved closer, their lips meeting once again in a lingering, passionate kiss. They reveled in the warmth of each other's embrace, their bodies entwined as this fresh couple reached new heights.

Underneath the starlit sky, Ozzy and Jen shared a night of romance and intimacy, their connection deepening with every touch and every whispered declaration of their feelings for each other. The world seemed to fade away as they surrendered to the depth of their feelings, a promise of forever woven into every stolen glance and every caress.

As the night wore on, they found themselves lying side by side on a blanket, their fingers gently tracing patterns on each other's skin. The air was filled with a sense of tranquility, as if the world had paused just for them.

Ozzy turned to the woman beside him, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness. Feeling so stunned, that someone like her would choose him, out of all people. "Love, there's something else I want to share with you," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, opening it to reveal a delicate silver necklace.

"While you girls where in Casa, we had a city stroll challenge. I found this one in a local jewelry store and immediately thought of you," Ozzy said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I knew it would be close to impossible of me ever giving it to you, especially after I didn‘t walk out with you, but I thought I could cherish the remembrance of you through it. But now, you deserve it. I hope you don‘t mind this and don’t think it‘s too much" He seemed a bit shy, almost unsure.

Jens eyes watered up as she accepted the necklace, her heart overflowing with so many emotions. She drew closer to him and turned him her back. Ozzy caressed her hair out of the way and clasped the piece around her neck. Jen felt the weight of his devotion resting against her tanned skin.

"Thank you, Ozzy," she whispered ever so softly, her voice filled with gratitude. "It is stunning."

Ozzy brushed a gentle kiss against Jens shoulder, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You deserve every bit of my devotion and happiness, Love" he murmured, his breath mingling with the cool night air. "You look absolutely beautiful."

With those heartfelt words, their connection deepened, their souls intertwining as they embraced the magic of the night. They shared whispered secrets and dreams, their laughter blending with the distant sound of crashing waves. In each other's arms, they found solace and a sense of belonging.

[n7raul]

7th Time Loop The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy!

[ndostairlyrium]

A wardrobe a pyromaniac and a goth walk into a bar...

A revamp of a thingie I did back in 2016 (under the cut). They grow up so fast 😭 LUCKILY

[tsmerch]

hey I just wanted to thank you for running this blog, you've saved me from missing amazing merch so many times or keeping track of what I wanna keep an eye out for, and I appreciate it so much, you're wonderful and I hope you have a lovely day 💖🥺

Oh this is so nice!! I’m so glad it was helpful for you!!

[bougiebutchbitch]

Wilson: nods

Me: YOU FUCKING BASTARD

YOU KNOW HE’LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU

YOU KNOW HE’S RECKLESS AND BORDERLINE-SUICIDAL

YOU KNOW HE’S AT SERIOUS RISK ON ACCOUNT OF HAVING A) A FRACTURED SKULL AND B) JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK THAT FUCKING MORNING

YOU’RE TELLING HIM TO DO A SERIOUS NON-RECCOMMENDED RIDICULOUS PROCEDURE ON HIMSELF FOR A TEENY TINY CHANCE YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW EXISTS, THAT HE MIGHT’VE SEEN A SYMPTOM ON AMBER BEFORE THE CRASH

RATHER THAN PUT AMBER THROUGH THE RISK OF BEING WOKEN UP WITHOUT THEM BEING ‘100% SURE’ (impossible) WHAT’S WRONG WITH HER

I KNOW YOU’RE SCARED AND UPSET BUT HOLY SHIT

And House just. Looks at Wilson. With big sad eyes. And nods too. Like, okay. I’ll die if you want me to, all for an incredibly slim chance of saving your girlfriend who you’ve been dating for... what, under a month??????????????? sure

flkghskldfhjglsdlfgsdfgkjsdjfgfsdkhlghklsdflhgkhldfsklglsdfhkghkjdfsg??

This really is just a peak Wilson Is Kinda Awful moment. Tell House you don’t love him without telling him you don’t love him. Ouch.

[itsvictorianstyle-mcl]

"If you say so... You know what? Let's talk about something else, the idea of waking up at 6:30 is giving me the chills."

Me, reading this at 6:49 👁️👄👁️

I'm actually like you, Castiel, just not a morning person, never.

Bonus:

"What are you doing now? Since you got your degree and stuff..."

hahahahaahahahah HAHAHA well, not much tbh... 😅😅 *Cries in unemployed*

[minorfamilysupremacy]

pete should be allowed to do more torture, in part because it would be entertaining to watch and in part so people will stop thinking of him as an uwu innocent angel baby