memory rick just likes to listen to club classics
can we talk about the way lestat moaned when louis stabbed him in antionette's bedroom? my man had been fantasising about that ever since he first saw louis and you can't tell me differently
like they couldn't just have their hate sex with some spanking or choking like normal people, louis said you are taking a knife to the GUT.......... i love these little freaks so much what the fuck
Sayat Nova, from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "My request"
Something else i feel like people who arent in the house md fandom also dont undestand is that not only are wilson and house just Like That - so is cuddy. Like. All three of them together are just Like That. They are constantly telling each other secrets they dont want one of them to know and then act shocked when they tattle on each other. Its like telephone foreplay. Every season for like 2 episodes wilson has a crisis over whether he should ask cuddy out on a date or not, and every time house gets Weird, yet Supportive about it. Wilson spends so much of season five desperately trying to get cuddy and house to date. Cuddy is constantly seeking out genuine comfort and advice from wilson, and when push comes to shove, cuddy and wilson are the only ones who ever pry any emotional vulnerability out of house. Every time all three of them are in a room together they trip over themselves trying to hide how much they desire each other Carnally.
Polyamory might not have fixed them but it would have contained the blast radius.
"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed
“To betray with a kiss. The reek of Judas. I took the brush to clean my teeth and thought of his mouth. Kiss of life, kiss of death. Come kiss me so that I can read your lips, deceptions scripted and waiting to be staged. His lying heart is in his mouth. When I kissed him this morning I tasted his fear.”
— Jeanette Winterson, excerpt of Gut Symmetries, 1997. (via bluebeardsbride-archive)