When The Curious Girl Realizes She Is Under Glass - Bright Eyes // S1 E10, Histories - House MD // Poison Oak - Bright Eyes

S5 E17: The Social Contract, House M.D. | Cain and Abel in Text and Tradition, John Byron

we as a society deserved more of the danny wilson storyline

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: House M.D. Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gregory House/James Wilson Characters: Gregory House, James Wilson (House M.D.), Danny Wilson (House M.D.), Lisa Cuddy, Allison Cameron, Robert Chase, Eric Foreman (House M.D.), Original Child Character(s) Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Kinda, Family, Married Life, Bring Your Kid To Work Day, Soft Gregory House, idk how to tag this one boys, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, you were a wonderful experience, you were everything, can be read as a standalone, but would probs be better if u read the whole series Series: Part 3 of bastards in love verse Summary:

“Daddy loves you, Joanie-bear, but Daddy’s going away. I’ll be back in four months, which is quicker than you know, baby girl. You’re gonna have so much fun with Uncle Jimmy and Dr. House, you won’t have the time to miss me.” * They become a family, almost by accident.

or: how house and wilson come to look after their 3yo niece for a few months, and learn a lot about themselves in the process

Some very sloppy doodles

I like the social contract ending bc it feels so real. with wilson and his brother just feeling like strangers after all this time. However you have to understand this will not stop me from imagining them back bonding as a family please and thank you

random, barely comprehensible word vomit about in the gloaming

because i'm obsessed and in tons of pain

The entire movie maintains a heavy air, melancholy weighing in the contact the characters’ eyes share, yet make room for levity in Danny’s conversations with his mother.

Danny reflects on his past, yearning for what could’ve been. He’s unsure of whose remissness on the topic of his lover was to blame for what he didn’t have; His own, or his mother’s? 

What if he’d come out sooner? Could he have salvaged their relationship? Would it be just as he imagined? Could he have enraged his family and treated the arguments with a careless levity, just as he imagined? Could they have learned to love and accept each other, to hang each others’ ornaments in their family trees? Could they? Would they?

An analytical young man who, while glib in his words, knows.

She knows she’s messed up. She’s made too many lapses in her life. She wasn’t as inquisitive as she should have been. But it’s too late to worry about that now. She needs to be with her baby in the now. She needs to shut out everything she couldn’t mend, she needs to be with her baby.

Non-confrontational–We don’t need to talk about it right now. We just have to deal with it. This is the way things are.

You can’t change the past, but you may the future.

Anne’s life, from a childhood of being a glass door to her brother who had the favor of their mother that she tried so desperately to earn, feels like it’s culminating to this; Mother’s favor turning into more than just favor. She shields her child and withholds love because of the damage inflicted on her by her mother, as though Danny turned out the way he did because of excessive love from their mother, as though her child may turn out the same way if he comes into contact with him. Unresolved. 

No matter what she does, how many wonderful things she does in her life, no accomplishment could hold a candle to dying. She’d officially lost.

He who cares for his family so deeply but has no way to express it. He who has a bottled ardor for his child but can’t find the means to connect in the same way he sees in his wife; Is it too late? Did he wait too long to realize their relationship could never have been “normal?” Was it enough to bring out the lamb and grow the tomatoes? Was he too late?

Four people separated by more than just miles.

Everything is wonderful Being here is heavenly Every single day she sends Everything is free

I used to be so careless As if I couldn't care less Did I have to make this mess When I was Mary's prayer?

Suddenly the heavens roared Suddenly the rain came down Suddenly was washed away The Mary that I knew

So when you find somebody you keep Think of me and celebrate I made such a big mistake When I was Mary's prayer

So if I say, "Save me, save me" Be the light in my eyes And if I say ten Hail Mary's Leave a light on in Heaven for me

Blessed is the one who shares Your power and your beauty, Mary Blessed is the millionaire Who shares your wedding day

So when you find somebody you keep Think of me and celebrate I made such a big mistake When I was Mary's prayer

So if I say, "Save me, save me" Be the light in my eyes And if I say ten Hail Mary's Leave a light on in Heaven for me

Save me, save me Be the light in my eyes And if I say ten Hail Mary's Leave a light on in Heaven for me

If you want the fruit to fall You have to give the tree a shake If you shake the tree too hard The bough is gonna break And if I can't reach the top of the tree Mary, you can blow me up there What I wouldn't give to be When I was Mary's prayer

So if I say, "Save me, save me" Be the light in my eyes And if I say ten Hail Mary's Leave a light on in Heaven

Save me, save me Be the light in my eyes And if I say ten Hail Mary's Leave a light on in Heaven

Save me, save me Be the light in my eyes What I wouldn't give to be When I was Mary's prayer What I wouldn't give to be When I was Mary's prayer What I wouldn't give to be (save me) When I was Mary's prayer

WHY DO I FEEL LIKE DANNY WILL BE CALLING 911 TOO????

Danny Wilson MARY'S PRAYER SuperShorts Guitar Cover LESSON LINK BELOW

my first instinct upon seeing this was to get angry and want to hit this person with hammers, but actually I want to talk about this.

this post, and I didn't even want to click in the read the rest bc it made me to sad to see, is saying that Wilson and Amber only dated for a maximum of three months, so should he really be this torn up about her loss?

So, as a grief support specialist and house fan, let's talk about it.

First and foremost, it's the depth, not the length, of a relationship that matters. Quality over quantity, all of that. Of course. But also, if we look at Amber and Wilson's relationship itself, this is kind of the first time Wilson is in a relationship that feels really good to him. Amber doesn't just want Wilson bc she needs him and needs to be put first by him, she wants him to take care of himself too. He's being challenged for the first time (in a romantic context) (canonically) to not put himself on the back burner for everyone else, but to think about what Wilson wants. House, of course, does this too, but in different ways. Which is also to say that Amber is a revelation for him because she is like House--House who is his longest and arguably only real friend, the person he trusts the most, is most able to be himself around. And now he's found this person who he can feel all that in a romantic and sexual context too.

Which is all to say that this relationship wasn't like any other three month fling he had, this one had a depth to it from the very beginning that was really important and profound to Wilson, and was changing some parts of himself in a way that was really kind of life altering, even as it was also pretty subtle in many ways to the casual viewer.

This, plus the fact that her death itself was really sudden, very traumatic, and prolonged (a couple days and many really traumatic failed attempts to save her life, including his best friend risking his life for her), really adds up to someone being profoundly affected by this loss.

But beyond this, Wilson did not only experience the loss of Amber with her death. There are losses we grieve beyond simply dying. The whole experience before finding out she was even missing and hurt, of seeing House without memory, of even for a little while thinking they may have had an affair, of watching House kill himself (literally) to bring back his memories - this portion of the situation alone is an experience of a loss of safety. He's realizing that life is random, and terrifying in a whole new way than he may have known it before. His best friend was in a bus accident. Life is random and he could have died. There is no guaranteed safety. His best friend who knows everything suddenly knows nothing. A loss of the status quo, of what he's assumed is the way things are. he's watching his best friend go to extreme lengths in order to capture his memories. he's watching his best friend fucking die on a bus floor as he tries to revive him with his boss. Loss of control, loss of the norm, loss of the future they could have had if none of this happened.

THEN.!! He's made aware that Amber was involved in all of this. And we don't know where she is or how she's doing. He's now been introduced to ambiguous loss (which he has experienced at great length with his brother who went missing, and is now experiencing again). Now they have to find Amber. Okay and now they've found her and she's in a coma and really on the brink of death. And this too is an ambiguous loss of another variety. He's experiencing both sides of ambiguous loss about Amber back to back (1. Physical absence and psychological presence (ex. someone missing/estranged) 2. Physical presence and psychological absence (ex. parent w dementia, someone in a coma))

He then has to skip over the grieving part and jump into problem solving and trying to keep her alive. and then his boy best friend has to risk his life for amber and wilson and almost die. And then Wilson has to realize that now, his kind of technically-alive-but-not girlfriend, he has to let her go. And she's woken up and he has mere moments to say his goodbyes and I love you's.

And ALL OF THAT is just the loss itself.

Then he is "grieving" or "mourning" in the way that is generally understood by the average person. If you ask the average person (esp in the US) what grief is, they'd usually point to this--after someone dies when you're sad--and none of the many paragraphs of grief and loss grappling I wrote about just before that.

The average bereavement leave is 3 days. Grief will invariably last more than three days. The amount of time we see Wilson grieving is frankly, really fucking regular. Even for a death less fraught and traumatic (subjectively) than this one.

Besides all of this, there are a number of different grief styles, and I think that Wilson's grief style is that of the Intuitive, or Heart, Griever (isn't that just perfect? I wonder if the writers knew that when they named the episode Wilson's Heart...).

This type of griever is more overtly emotional than the Intellectual, or Head, Griever (the other 2 styles are the Blended, or Head & Heart Griever, and the Dissonant, or Head vs Heart Griever). But is again, really common! Perhaps the asker of this original Reddit question is a head griever, or a dissonant griever, or perhaps even someone who has never yet had to grieve, and has only been fed the myths about grief, and they're trying to make sense of such a large grief.

There is no right way to grieve, there is no correct length of time that that grieving should last. There's no correct amount of time you are allowed to know someone before you grieve their death or pain. The way you grieve is the way you need to grieve, you simply have to try to honor it.

(I don't have a reddit so I can't respond to this directly, but feel free to link this in the responses to the post itself if you feel so inclined)

brother's keeper

"Nightwing."

Dick froze halfway across a rooftop, the lights and gunshots of Bludhaven disappearing in an instant. A scowl flashed across his face, teeth clenched and bared, before he forced it back. His face smoothed back out and his voice took on a pleasant, amused tone. "Slade. How did you get this frequency?"

"Nevermind that," Slade scolded. "We have more important things that need discussing, and information to be revealed."

"Is this about Constantinople?" He asked with a lilt, propping one hand on his hip. "Because I thought I told you, those geese totally counted as villains and deserved arrest--"

"I found a child vigilante. What do I do with it?"

"Ex-cuse me?" His fist clenched. "Is this a trick question?"

"No."

"What do you mean, 'what do I do with it?' You know what to do with it; you become its nemisis when their 15 and haunted them for the next decade." His voice was thinly-veiled rage. He couldn't stop himself from shaking. That poor kid, Slade has his sights set on them. He's going to torture that kid, or worse, and now I have to track Slade's trail back to wherever he found this kid--

"I can't do that! He's only eight years old!"

"What?"

"There's this eight year old meta brat running around a Mid-West town in his pajamas while adults shoot at him. There isn't a mentor in sight, and one of the kid's rogues has threatened to skin him. What. Do. I. Do?"

Danny Wilson - Mary's Prayer

Song 🎵 🎶 of the day: Mary's Prayer by Danny Wilson (1988) from Meet Danny Wilson #dannywilson #MarysPrayer #meetdannywilson #80s