16 of the Most Long-Awaited Kisses in TV History

Ok I promised a Cuddy letter and it is coming but I found that I needed this middle chapter to lead up to it. So please urso with me.

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Wilson knocked on the door and awaited a reply. He didn’t know if Dominica was there but if she was he was hoping maybe she could get a message to House. It had been months since that dia and he hadn’t spoken to House. He wasn’t sure if House was alive and he was worried about his friend. He was still angry with him but time settles edgy nerves and calms the storms within us all.
"He knew what House had done...

OK,
so first of all, I must say.
I did not expect that....
I mean, sure, I read all the spoilers *shifty eyes* but I didn't expect some things.
However, this artigo isn't gonna be about the episode at all...
I'm gonna focus mais on the fãs and the problem that seems to be Lisa Cuddy
[SPOILERS for those who haven't watched it yet]

First of all,
House and Cuddy in this episode are completely the same.
Yes, you read well, THE SAME.
Both are trying to be something they're not, and failing at it.
First House.
He's trying to prove to Cuddy that he's changed.
Sure, we see that slight change, but, it isn't that...

It was just another normal day, well for me at least. No one else would probably think it was a normal day. However today,it felt different, like I felt like something was going to happen. I was right. I was doing paperwork in my office when suddenly my doors swung wide open. I jumped, it was only House. I should have known, he never knocked he just came right in."What do you want House?" I said not really caring because he probably just needed me to say ok for some procedure. He just stared at me with his amazing blue eyes. Sometimes I feel like I can get lost in them.

He didn't respond....

SPOILERS FOR 6x07. Haven't caught the link? link However, if you're expecting a happy one shot, I suggest you change the page.
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"Why, hello Juan Francisco de la adega, bodega y Quadra. Had no idea you were sailing in from Lima." Wilson stated sarcastically. House had just walked in the lobby, catching Wilson in a heartbeat. With side burns going down his cheek, a ridiculous amount of mousse, mousse de twirled in his hair, and the "Miami Vice" wear.
"You're the one to talk," House retorted.
"I actually fit the attire. They said 80's. Not the 1700's."...

It had been two, nearly three months since Anthony came along. Their relationship was still growing--for the time being at least.
House was still jealous. He kept his eye on her every now and again. Making sure nothing would happen. But eventually something did happen.
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It was pouring rain outside. Cuddy was rushing to her car to leave, looking through her bolsa for her keys. She was shaking her bolsa all over the place once she had reached her car. But she couldn't find them. So she looked in the car and saw that she had left it on the dashboard. She heaved a great sigh.
She slide down the...

Cuddy walked into her office ready to start the morning. She set her stuff down and sat at her desk. She rumaged around for some papers and stumbled over a red box with a bow on it. She thaught it was weird seeing as she usually doesn’t get anything for Easter. She untied the bow and carefully opened the box. In it lay a little card that she would read at the end. She lifted the card up and set it aside so she could look at the present. There lay a little pair of red edible underwear under the gift embrulho, envoltório paper. She was serious at first and tried to be mad but then she smiled. She picked up...

Some poems por one of my favorito poets, Erich Fried.
Some of them are so Huddy, you will see ^^.
I hope you like them.
Some of them I had to translate myself.
Here's a little selection.
Enjoy

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Compensation

To be able to breathe out
ones unhappiness

to breathe out deeply
so that one can
breathe in again

And perhaps being able to speak out
ones unhappiness
in words
in real words
which are connected together [coherent]
and make sense
and which oneself
still can understand
and which perhaps even
somebody else understands
or could understand

And to be able to cry

This again...