I really love how the entire cast is posting photos of the end, because you can see how they love what they do, and each other, and us the fans.
And I can’t believe they’re actually giving us this final season, I feel so blessed because this is what I always asked. I wanted them to have a chance to properly say goodbye, to know the end is coming and actually enjoying their last time together as this big family.
It still hurts to read “the end” and “final” in Bones stuff. It’ll probably always hurt. But I’m so glad to see we’re all -the fandom, the cast, EVERYONE - suffering a bit, because if it was not worth it, if Bones wasn’t special, no one would be sad.
This just proves how the last 12 years were important, and special, and worth it. And even hurting, I’m immensely proud of this show. Always.
I only did Squints that have been around for awhile and were still alive. I avoided Nigel-Murray like the plague.
Thank you to @uniquelyobsessed for requesting and helping me celebrate my 1k follower celebration!
At first, Zack couldn’t figure out why you were acting so
oddly. He could feel that something was wrong, but he was never good at
detecting feelings. So, instead, he decided to study you. He noticed your eyes
were red and swollen. Your nose was also red, as if you had been wiping it
repeatedly. He listened to you speak. Your voice trembled, which was unusual
for you. You were usually so confident, downright outspoken at times. He caught
you grasping at your neck for your necklace, but it was gone. Every time you did
so, you squeezed your eyes shut, fighting back more tears.
Crying. You had been crying. He didn’t know why, but something
inside of him became very angry. You had only ever been the nicest person he
had ever met. Even when he was awkward and lost in social interaction, you
never acted frustrated. You often explained things to him so that he could
continue in the conversation. This, this was something he could never
You hadn’t seen him coming, but he placed his hand on your
shoulder and squeezed gently. You seemed to relax under his touch and placed
your hand on top of his. You squeezed your eyes shut again and your breath
picked up. You spun around and wrapped your arms around his abdomen. He was
taken aback by your actions, but he reluctantly placed his arms around you and
just held you. This was something he understood.
Not much can throw Clark off. He understands a lot about the
human body and even the human mind. He’s confident in himself and he really
doesn’t like to get involved in other people’s drama, but the minute you sent
him that text saying that you needed to talk to someone, he dropped everything
and came to you.
You sat on the couch and breathed deeply. He could tell you
were upset, you’d been crying. He asked if everything was okay, were you hurt,
anything else he could think of. You shook your head, not giving an answer to a
specific any one question. He knew. He could see it on your face.
He stood up and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed your
favorite pizza place and ordered your favorite pizza. Then, he started digging
through your DVD collection. He knew what movie to play that would make you
feel better. He popped it in as you waited for the pizza. He placed a blanket
over your legs and sat next to you, resting your head on his shoulder. He didn’t
need to say anything and neither did you.
He was fuming. He simply couldn’t understand how someone
could be so cruel to you. He was boiling, his knuckles white, and honestly, he
could only see red. He had never seen you look the way you did. He could see
that you were heartbroken. It was written all over your face. He said that your
ex was a jerk, they didn’t know what they had. He threatened to go talk to
them, but you begged him not to.
He looked down at you, small and feeling broken. He knelt
down next to you and held your face close to his. He told you how perfect you
were, smart, funny, and you could so much better. He embraced you and stroked
your hair. He told you to let it all out, that you would feel better. And then,
the two of you would go egg his car.
Colin often searched for things that might seem dark and
depressing to others. He reveled in them. He was often annoyed by your
presence, so light and airy. He couldn’t comprehend your incessant need to be
cheerful. The day you walked in, dressed in close mute of any color, and your
usual cheeriness was gone, he noticed. There was a shift in the lab that day
and he felt out of place. Your observations that day were angry and dark.
Everyone began to notice. The others whispered that you were acting differently
and that something must be wrong. Fisher decided that today was the day that he
would flip the tables on you.
As you left for work that day, Colin grabbed your wrist and
led you to his car. He drove to a local dive bar. You protested the entire
time, but he never stopped until you were inside. Tonight, Colin was going to
reveal a deep dark secret to you. He loved karaoke.
He climbed up on stage and “Don’t Stop Believing” started
playing. You clasped your hands over your mouth to stifle your laugh. By the
middle of the song, the entire bar was up, singing along with him, including
you. You stood in front of him and sang along, jumping up and down to shake everything
off. As he descended the steps from the stage, you hugged him tightly and
thanked him. He then swore you to secrecy.
You told him everything. Every nasty detail about your
breakup. You didn’t hold back, not with him, not about this. He listened
patiently and nodded his head. He then stood up and asked you to come with him.
You sat silently in his car, he offered no details about
where you were going. Arastoo paid the attendant and walked you back to the
batting cages. He placed a helmet on your head and pushed you inside. He told
you to bend your knees and square your shoulders. The second you heard the ball
spit out, you swung.
You both stood in silence as the ball arced into the air and
flew past the ball machine. You turned around, a huge smile swiped across your
face. You started jumping up and down, remarking how you had never hit a ball
before. He quickly reminded you that another ball was being loaded up and you
followed his instructions once again. Arastoo could watch you swing all night
and the two of you closed the place down that day.
She tried to offer up statistics about relationships. She
told you that even penguins mate for life and that the male will search the
entire beach looking for the perfect rock to offer up to his mate. These facts
only made you feel worse.
She looked at you and sighed. She told you that what she had
meant was that the perfect person for you just hadn’t come along yet. The right
person will look for the perfect rock to give to you, even if it takes their
entire life. There’s someone out there waiting for you and you just have to be
She took you out for a drink that night and told you all the
horror stories from her dating life. All the messy, crazy stories she told made
you laugh and for the night, you forgot about everything that had happened and
watched intently as Daisy made you feel like this breakup was possibly the best
thing to happen to you.
Can we just acknowledge that no one is the exact same after 11 years. Real life people/Characters/TV shows grow and change. So complaining about TV shows being different to earlier seasons makes no sense.
Zack was never really good at the emotional parts of any
relationships, platonic or romantic. In fact, he really didn’t know the nature
of his relationship with you. You were close, closer than he had ever been to
another person. He loved seeing your face every day, even though he had no idea
what that meant.
The look on your face that day, as you sat next to his
hospital bed, his hands bandaged, was forever seared into his mind. You weren’t
mad, no, you harbored no anger towards him. You looked sad. So sad that he
couldn’t bear to look at you for long periods of time. The others had tried to
get you to leave, to abide by the schedule they had created, but you refused.
You needed to be here. To stay here. To understand.
You never asked to explain. You never questioned his
motives. Instead, you sat there and you stared at him. He tried to memorize
every inch of your face, so that he could remember you. He didn’t know what the
future held for him. He didn’t know where he would go from here. He desperately
wanted to touch your hand, to feel your skin on his, but he knew he couldn’t.
You fell asleep, despite your fighting it. He relished
watching you sleep. He watched your eyes moved under shut lids and how
sometimes you even laughed out loud. And then, something terrible happened. You
smile disappeared and was replaced by heavy panting and the word no. You kept
repeating it over and over again. He watched you, helplessly. A tear rolled
down his cheek and felt so much guilt. He knew you wouldn’t hear him, but he
said it anyways.