House would treat two gay patients like shit and get sued for being homophobic and cuddy would go "he's not homophobic, he treats everyone like that!" which does not hold up in court so instead he's like how can I be homophobic when I have a boyfriend? Wilson stand up. Everyone would turn to Wilson (who had ZERO warning about this) and he'd stutter before glaring at House and stand "yes, House is unfortunately my boyfriend"
Then they'd walk out of the courtroom and Wilson would chew him out which House ignores. Cue 3 days layer when Wilson says House needs to clear up they lied about being gay to get him off (ha) and they're not actually dating because he is NOT getting any dates like this. House would walk into the hospital cafeteria and yell "ATTENTION EVERYONE. Doctor Wilson is not my boyfriend." Wilson would nod for 2 seconds before House follows up with "because we're engaged!" and Wilson can't even be mad because why did he think for 2 seconds that House would make it easy for him
House would try to use this as an opportunity to demand less clinic hours (think of it as a wedding gift) which he does not get because Cuddy knows exactly what's going on and she thinks it's hilarious but she needs his ass working
Cuddy: yeah? You two are a thing? How big is he?
House: 5.3 inches
Wilson: how the FUCK do you know that
a quick wip i whipped up today just because it's been in my head for days now something something big fan of anyone who thinks that wally isn't evil but just damn LONELY. and confused. and honestly super fair on his part
Tried out an electric box ish cover/lid for Roswell’s chest because it was looking plain.
Uhh fun fact the image order is chronologically backward from when I drew them (so this blocky one was first haha)
One of the things we used to do as kids that will forever be embedded as a strong sense-memory in my brain is on nights with a full moon in deep winter, my siblings and I would layer up in all our snow gear and march out onto the middle of the frozen lake, sit down in a circle and tell ghost stories. No flashlights, no lanterns, just the moonlight bouncing off acres and acres of white and the wind howling; the bite of sub-zero air and the stark clarity of starlight in a high frozen atmosphere. You tell yourself that nothing can sneak up to you on open ice but the snow snaking in the wind makes it seem like things are moving all around you, sneaking low and flat and casting strange pale shadows. Sometimes the snow made sound go dead and still but you could still hear the ice under it all, and the resonance of it made us speak in whispers only. And when our fingers and toes started to go numb and we ran out of stories, we'd slide-march our way back home over the ice again, and half-believe that whatever monsters we had made up were following us back over the endless ice.