diddnt know i could do titles

the tortured poets department. girl, you’re not sylvia plath at the typewriter. i’m not saying pop can’t be poetic, but there’s a difference between depth and slapping a title that feels like it’s been through an insta-poetry generator. there’s this constant cycle where every move she makes is dissected, hailed as revolutionary. her eras tour... i mean, it’s like the hunger games of tickets. people selling organs for nosebleeds. why? why does it have to be this obsessive consumerism spectacle where she’s not even just an artist anymore, but a cult leader for people to worship at the altar of vinyl variants and limited-edition merch?

and don’t even get me started on the chart fixation. like, did anyone even enjoy music this year, or did everyone’s brains collectively rot into a dopamine chase of streaming numbers and records broken? congrats, she’s the first human to sell out mars. can we breathe now? people act like if her single doesn’t debut at number one, the entire industry will collapse. and the stans… you say anything less than “taylor cured my depression and reinvented the wheel” and suddenly you’re enemy number one. like, chill, she’s good, but she’s not a god.

still, i get it. she’s calculated in the best way. she knows how to pivot, how to keep things fresh, how to sell relatability while staying untouchable. it’s a formula, and she’s mastered it. she’s the girl who gets dumped and turns it into poetry. she’s the boss reclaiming her masters. she’s the girl next door who somehow owns the block. there’s something magnetic about that. but can we talk about how shallow the pop landscape is if this level of obsession feels normal? like, shouldn’t there be room for more than one messiah?

maybe the issue isn’t even taylor. maybe it’s us. this endless need to crown someone, anyone, to obsess over. the numbers game, the constant need to validate our tastes through stats. music is supposed to be felt, not quantified. but here we are, measuring streams like it’s a pissing contest. maybe we’re the problem. or maybe i just miss when listening to music didn’t feel like being a cog in someone’s marketing scheme.

Notice how when people started to defend Taylor Swift, they started to sound like the Trump supporters? They're so close to use "that screaming blue-hair woke lady" gif. Taylor Swift's white supremacy power is so strong, it turns everyone into KKKlan members without them even knowing (lol). They sandwich between using "leftists" and "liberals" because they're still fans of the Aryan Princess. If someone don't know they're Swifties, they would mistake them for Trump Supporters.

I think its crazy how little emphasise is put on Angels trauma as a fandom.

Like ive seen more appreciation posts for the vees than i have for angel. I dont wanna see things like romanticising Valentino - and yhh you can like what you like its fine.

But it feels like a betrayal of everything other characters like angel have gone through at there expense - they have a whole song about how they pick out ppl and take advantage if them with false promises and manipulation and then leave them out in the dust.

They represent the greed of big cooperations in the real world - their whole fake image of being cute and funny is curated because their influencers.

Piper: Leo PLEASE open your mouth for the right things or not at all

Piper: i am not ready to lose you but if i have to i will rip myself away

ok i don't want to be controversial but like. house really plays up how terrible of a person he is because i feel like 90% of the time he's essentially just ragebaiting - wilson really downplays how screwed up and awful he is because he so desperately wants to just be a Normal Guy, but he's a serial cheater; he asks house, his best friend of over a decade, to risk his life because it MIGHT save the girl he's been dating for a few months; he's the only one in the house/wilson relationship who ever tries to leave, even if he always comes back; he lies to him about saving his patient in 3x01, inadvertently causing him to relapse; he leaves house after finding him post-overdose in 3x10; he forces house through detox more than once. he's always trying to teach house a lesson to make him a better person but that often involves punishing house for something outside of his control, like his addiction.

This one 30 second clip summarises House and Wilson's entire relationship/dynamic; let me explain.

House is doing something both immoral and illegal. Smoking indoors is illegal enough, let alone smoking INSIDE A DAMN HOSPITAL! Which is also immoral and unethical. It's also unprofessional, considering House is on duty. Seeing a patient/visitor lighting up could be put down to either ignorance of how bad that is, or them not caring. Seeing a doctor do it is something else! Not to mention the doubly immorality (and irony) or smoking in an ONCOLOGISTS office - ya know, with smoking being a major risk factor for developing cancer, and all that. (Also; ya know who knows that more then anybody? Wilson, the head oncologist. Just saying) Not to mention, burning money, which House is doing here, is also illegal. All these laws stand in New Jersey, where 'House M.D' is set, (yes I googled it. I'm English. I dunno much about the states).

So James, "head oncologist, known goody-two-shoes, Never Done A Thing Wrong In His Life" Wilson, sees his bestie breaking at least three laws, crossing several ethical and moral boundaries, and gives a feeble, "we can't smoke in here."

Notice: WE can't smoke. Not "you." Not "House you maniac, YOU can't smoke in here, put that out!" WE can't smoke. Even as Wilson says this, he KNOWS he's going to smoke with House. He's just giving this fake protest so that he can tell others, and, most importantly, himself, that he said something, that he TRIED to stop the loose canon that is House, but House is gonna House. Nobody is going to blame poor, innocent, easily-manipulated Wilson for being swept away and 'controlled' by the evil, dominating, controlling House. This is all bullshit and we know it, but that's what people THINK of Wilson. They think he's this sweet innocent little cutie pie who's caught up in the human tornado that is Gregory House. Wilson is an actor; he pretends to be this picture perfect person. He's the ultimate people pleaser who does what he thinks everybody wants him to do and be. He's got a golden reputation and the world's highest high horse that he refuses to climb down from. However, he and House both know that Wilson's little act is all bullshit. Wilson is often MORE of a freak then House himself. Wilson LIVES for the chaos, the rule breaking, the going-against the grain. House is like the humanised form of all of Wilson's inner desires. House says what he wants and does what he wants. Deep down, Wilson wants to be as wild as House, but he can't/won't let himself, so he's Silently Wild while House is Loudly Wild. They're both wild, adrenaline junkies who match each others freak SO damn hard. So Wilson's little 'we can't smoke in here' is equivalent to this:

Willy Wonka, famously, gives negative 10 billion shits right here, and that's obvious. He wants Mike TV to go use his equipment. But, to be able to say "he tried" to stop Mike, Wonka gives this deadpan yell. That's literally what Wilson is doing. If House was genuinely like, "oh damn, you right," and put the cigar out, Wilson would malfunction windows-shut-down-noise style and we all know it. He wants to join in, and he can't join in without House. Wilson would never start the cigar smoking or any other rule-breaking, because he doesn't want to be seen as the bad one, so he uses House as an scapegoat, an excuse to do whatever the fucks he wants.

Ya know, who knows all this better then anyone? House. Notice how House doesn't even react to Wilson's little fake protest. Anybody else would react in some way, a 'do you really want me to stop?' or 'we can go outside?' or 'you know you wanna join in.' Something. He just points out that they also can't get people into the clinic based on a petty bet, which is something Wilson did in this very episode. Wilson put a patient through the clinic to try to prove House wrong about something, with a £100 on the line. He's pointing out that Wilson is just as much of a rule breaker as he is. Also notice: before House says this, Wilson has already sat himself down beside House, and before House has even finished his point, Wilson has already stuck out his cigar for House to light on that same burning £100 bill. House doesn't even need to finish pointing out Wilson's fake hypocrisy before Wilson has started doing what he wanted to do all along; join in!

Then, in perfect synch, they cock their feet up on the table, kick back, relax, and take synchronised pleasurable puffs. House says, "well?" Well, is it good? Well, was it worth it? Well, how's your acting job tasting? And Wilson says, "disgustingly satisfying." It's disgustingly satisfying to break the rules, to indulge in this pure pleasure without worrying about anybody or anything else, the way House does. To say 'fuck it' to all laws, morality, ethics, reputation and rules. To just be, here, in this moment, having fun with his best friend/soulmate/husband.

This sums up their entire relationship. They're Loudly A Bastard (House) and Quietly A Bastard (Wilson), and this clip proves it. To anyone who says/believes that Wilson is this doe-eyed little Bambi, controlled by the big bad wolf that is House, I hope this proves that he's Hell On Wheels too!

Full clip: https://youtu.be/gfb3axuDtvk?list=PLVpMeJVI2LHul8_M2KfDifDobawxpakaP

Note/ SPOILER FOR EPISODE/clip:

Season 8 Episode 9 ''Better Half''

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