I Need Someone To Make House M.D Fanart Of The House/Wilson/Cuddy Ship Where Wilson And Cuddy Are Each

I need someone to make House M.D fanart of the House/Wilson/Cuddy ship where Wilson and Cuddy are each wearing shirts that say “party rockers”

If you see my vision.

get you a man that looks at you the way Ted looks at the computer that turned him into a slug

Cave Johnson here! We’ve conducted an experiment with highly radioactive plutonium, now we didn’t really see it necessary to spend the funds on getting proper safety equipment so we ended up using the next best thing, screwdrivers! The test did not go exactly as planned, the screwdriver slipped and the plutonium core let out hi highly condensed radioactive light. We lost one of the eight people in the room, you ask me that could’ve been a lot worse. But hey look on the bright side, we’ve now discovered how to produce blue light that’ll last much longer than those of your namby pamby cores. Introducing the Aperture science state of the art bug zapper, it keeps every known pest out of your house and lets you enjoy your home in peace. Hell it may even take care of any potential burglars too, let’s see em try to get past the front door with that thing heh! Cave Johnson out.

Disabled aros I love you. Disabled aces I love you. Disabled aroaces I love you. Disabled aroallos I love you. Disabled aceamatos I love you. Disabled people whose attraction labels are anything that's considered outside of the societal norm I love you

i genuinely don’t get cishet monsterfuckers. for context, in the wake of shape of water i participated in this loving-the-monstrous type discussion event slash publishing party wherein i debuted a short story about a woman who “befriends” a cave monster—but that isnt the point. the point is i had to hear straight women talk for hours about how the appeal of monsters is some kind of weird “taming the beast” fantasy—loving a monster until it loves you back, sounding like every bad beauty and the beast take ever.

And there’s my queer ass being like literally none of you get it. this isn’t about power, this is about love and alienation and acceptance. you dumbasses, I’m the monster. this isn’t a metaphor for your shitty boyfriend, this is a metaphor for my own alienation from a society that tells me a the way i am and the way I love are grotesque. this is a fantasy of love free of judgement, separate from societal standards that I’ll never live up to anyway. that ghoul doesn’t care if I’m fat, they think it’s hot that I eat well. that immortal fae creature doesn’t care if the gender on my birth certificate matches the one I use now, they barely have a concept of gender in the first place. that tentacle monster doesn’t care if I shave, they don’t have eyes

monsterfucking is queer culture, everyone else go home

God I want to learn physics so bad but it’s so hard because while I’m learning the concepts and the meanings of things, I still don’t know how to think of it myself. I understand the words and what they mean but if you ask me to figure out a problem in quantum mechanics or particle physics, then I’m lost.