rossmustdie

gregory house is the man the myth the legend. he’s a genius. he’s babygirl. he’s in his 40s. he has no friends. he has one friend. he has NO friends. he has coworkers and a friend he’s in a constant battle of wits and wills with. he has a pet rat he almost kills with mad science and loves more than life itself. he has a guitar. his guitar got kidnapped. multiple people have tried to murder him in his own workplace. he’s mentally ill he’s the sanest man alive he’s unhinged. he has committed multiple murders technically depending on your definition of murder. he supports murder. he’s a misogynist who supports women. he’s broken up multiple marriages one of which was his own. his dad isn’t his dad. he rides a motorcycle he bought during a midlife crisis. everyone is obsessed with him. two of his best friends are terminally ill. he has NO friends. he and his best friend want to fuck but that’d be way too normal for them. he drove a car into a house. he’s forced his employees to break into countless houses and dig up at least one grave. at least two ghosts have haunted him personally. and he’s bisexual.