Darling, don’t read on unless you’ve seen episode 3/15!!! That applies to everyone else.

Dammit, I swooned the minute he started playing that piano! And Dave Matthews joined in… that was a mesmerising moment. So beautiful!

The medical case blew me away, and it raised such a tough question- is it worth having a gift, if you can’t have a life? People love you if you’re unusual, if you’re gifted… it’s human nature, we are drawn to any manifestation of higher powers, we just can’t help it. The more gifted someone is, the more we are drawn to them, like helpless little nails to a gigantic magnet. I know I work like that. It’s pathetic and despicable, but I can’t help it. Read the rest of this entry »

Egyszer jól megropogtatnám ezt az úriembert…

I would really like to lay my hands on this gentleman. Only once.

Mr Hugh Laurie, who has no idea why women like him. *snorts*

Egy aprócska Hugh Laurie képecske. A pasi mai napig nem érti, mit esznek rajta a nők. (Pedig intelligensnek tűnik…)

Hugh Laurie won his second Golden Globe for House!!!! YAY!!!!! Go Hugh!
He would deserve one every year, as far as I’m concerned…
Now eveyrthing is right in the world. *beaming*
House and Hugh rock!!!!

Gregory House… one of the most intriguing TV show characters, played by the amazing Hugh Laurie. He inspired me more than once. This was my first fanfic on the subject.

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Nothing changes

He sat in the gloominess of his floodlit parlour, sipping hot coffee, wondering at the irony of the word, given his own circumstances. The last time anyone sat and talked to him in the room was on Christmas Eve. Wilson had come over to keep him company, out of sheer pity, or maybe because of his own emotional problems. Well, that’s what friends are for. In need, indeed. Rain was pouring down on the annoyingly clean windowpanes. Sally came regularly, every week, or fortnight, depending on his mood. Sometimes he just didn’t care, he let the dirt grow over him, like tendrils of memory, pulling him down, pulling him back into the past. But most often he liked law and order persisting in his home. Unless he had to do something about it. Then he just limped to his mistress, the white-lipped, cooing microwave, and exerted scorching coffee out of her. Read the rest of this entry »

Néhány kép
Szabad vinni… ha lehet, linkelj köszi!
Free to snatch- if possible, please credit! Thank you