So Hello. I’ve Been SICK. BECAUSE OF THIS STUPID WEATHER IN FLORIDA (internal Screaming Btw) North

HOUSE LITERALLY GOING "oh my god, you're sleeping with me." TO WILSONS FACE AND WILSON'S FACE JUST GOING "wait he does have a point" LMFAOOOO PATHETIC ASS LOSERS JUST KISS ALREADY

LIKE WHA?????!:'@_"&-;(+) (((! ::'

you can recognize yourself through the fictional character. but watch out

challenged myself to make simpler redesigns that match the show constraints because I often create very complex designs and I wanted to see if I could make something I liked without going too over the top!! pretty happy with these [:

if you have any questions about my design choices ask away!!

part 2 with ten gazillion background characters including sunburst, luna, and twilight's canterlot friends!

‼️HOUSE MD SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

Hey so btw just putting this out there because I'm losing my MIND over this realization:

Every woman who came along in House's life was so willing to outwardly accept him as he was, but never in an unconditional sense like Wilson did. When Cameron went out on that date with him, she goes,"I don't expect you to be someone you're not." and proceeds to get upset when, obviously, House is an ass. He's very visibly self destructive. With Stacy, he says he's not going to change, and she goes,"Who's asking you to?" but again. He's self destructing. Even with Cuddy, she tells him,"I don't want you to change. You're the most incredible man I've ever met." But when he relapses on vicodin, she ends things with him.

Wilson, on the other hand, never truly expects him to change at all. Yes, they have their fights and arguments, but Wilson is the only person in the entire show who can ACTUALLY handle House not changing. Wilson knows who House is and he doesn't expect that caring for House will somehow nurture him into growing or changing. Even when Wilson leaves in s5 after Amber dies, he doesn't try to tell House that he needs to change. He knows full well that's not going to happen. So, he leaves. But when he's forced to bring House to his dad's funeral, he's reminded of how much fun he has with House, despite how much of a jackass the man is. Even though he was downright furious nearly the entire trip, he still admits it's the most fun he's had since Amber died.

Wilson was the only person who never really wanted House to change.

Hi there small note on this, one of my favorite historical trans figures is James Barry. He was a british surgeon who also did some work with the military. High ranking guy, really good at what he did. Well after he died some nurse discovered that he was a biological female the whole time and it caused some discourse in the medical world at the time since the guy was revolutionary. Really neat stuff, please read his article in the national uk archives (the us should really document people like this ngl.)

To all the trans people who see this tonight, no matter what happens, we will survive. Trans people will still be here 4 years from now and 10 years from now and 100 years from now and tomorrow. We have always existed and we always will. The world cannot unlearn about us; we are too public, too loud, too beloved, too present. Ill be here tomorrow. Please stay here with me.

RANDOMALISTIC’S TURBO/KING CANDY ANALYSIS JUST HIT ONE MILLION VIEWS 🥳

SERIOUSLY CONGRATULATIONS TO THEM!!!! THIS VIDEO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR WHY I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS MOVIE FOR 3 MONTHS

I am cringe but I am free, grab your popcorn the girls are fighting :3

God I fucking hate Olaf the snowman so fucking much holy shit. Holy shit, every frame he's in, every scene, every gif, every jpeg, he's got this painfully vacant, stupid as shit, fuckass look on his stupid lumpy face. Absolutely no part of his ugly as sin piece of shit character design is endearing. His stupid fucking legs? Who the hell makes a snowman with legs. His dumb flaily fucking twig arms? His shitty, lumpy bastard head? The three thousand percent unnecessary dumbass shitass fucking SNOW BUCK TOOTH that no snowman has EVER FUCKING HAD IN tHE HISTORY OF GOD'S GREEN FUCKING EARTH? God, I hate him. I hate him so much. So FUCKING much. Every time I see a stuffed toy Olaf or an Olaf gif or a shitty goddamn commercial, it ignites my primal rage response and I'm overcome by the need to punt this shitty little homunculus into the fucking sun. "Bhurr blur, I'm Olaf the fuckshit snow fucker, I like warm hugs". Fuck you. Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. You look like Tow Mater summoned a patronus. Your dumb fucking twig hair makes your whole shitty head look like a hairy skin tag. I hate your dumb fucking lumpy carrot nose and your stupid, empty googly eyes and your over-the-top goofy ass upbeat asshole personality. Any scene he's sad it invokes all the wrath and fury of a spoiled child having a meltdown over a chocolate bar in a w*lmart checkout line. And I know its irrational. That's the worst part. I know he's just a shitty fucking side character in a stupid fucking children's movie, I know it doesn't matter, I know I shouldn't care. But that's part of the problem. The part where no matter the might and fury of my hatred, the locus of my homicidal intent is alltogether inconsequential. I find myself laying awake in the dark in the early hours of the morning consumed by the spirit of Wrath itself, all the force and might of a flaming hurricane directed at a bottle of piss in a ditch by the highway. The absurdity of it all burns me to my core. What better things could this energy be directed towards? And yet my disdain for this stupid, useless, insubstantial failure of endearing character design utterly eclipses the intrigue of all other pursuits. I hate him. I hate him on a level of my mind reserved for the worst of the world's array of sinners, and I can't even begin to justify it. Shitstick the snow dick is, for all intents and purposes, the animated corpse of all of humanity's saccharine pretenses- every condescending, passive-aggressive statement of meaningless upper middle class suburban drama distilled into a single, hateable form. The fucking. Fuck. I have no words. There is no cuss or epithet in any language that can encapsulate the height of the emotions I am experiencing. God, I hate him so much. I hate him so, so fucking much. I want to light his ugly little dumpster body on fire. I want to graphically beat him to death with his own stupid fucking nose. I want to punch him to death. You know that weird feeling you get, when you see a picture of something so cute you find yourself overcome with the bizarre, inexplicable urge to squeeze it? It's EXACTLY like that, except instead of cuteness it's disgust. The wordless knowledge that his existence as a fictional work is evidence of all the failures of mankind. I find myself possessed by the will of a Holy Angel gone rogue with the belief that God has made a mistake, and I alone must correct it. This is the trial by which Samael himself fell from grace. This wild, meaningless rage. A thousand blades of shining steel cast with inhuman force in the direction of a plastic grocery bag floating on a breeze. What horrors must I have committed in a past life to be plagued by this torment now? I must Unmake this fictional snowman

in memory of today heres my favorite interaction of all time. i miss you twinsduo