otf: best best friends

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         I suppose I owe you a ‘thank you’ for getting me out of the lab every now and then.
                                       Well now, we have husbands and kids.
                  But that doesn’t make our relationship any less important.

Yesterday when I asked twitter for No Expectations prompts @winged suggested:  Ronan, blue, mosh pit. I don’t have any idea what this is, besides super clumsy. But hey, that’s what No Expectations means!

Also, clearly they’re at a Dropkick Murphys show, because Dropkick.

Blue has never seen so many boys like Ronan in her life. They’re not all as tall as Ronan. They don’t all have tattoos and close shorn hair. But they all look like they could cut. It’s in the corners of their mouths, the chains on their belts, their elbows, and in some cases, the hip bones peeking out of their jeans. The club containing this clone army is dark and muggy, its black painted walls holding on to the heat of the bodies as they riot to the noise. Blue can’t decide whether she loves the exuberance of it all or hates that she’s currently covered in other people’s sweat.

She’s honestly not sure what she was expecting. It’s not like Ronan made her come to Richmond. He was probably pretty content to come alone until she learned about why he was coming and insisted it’d be more fun if he had company. Specifically her company. He had in fact told her that she’d hate it, and he might be right, but this is her first real concert and she’s not going to give him the satisfaction. So she heaves when the crowd heaves and by the time the second band comes on Ronan gives up on keeping an eye on her and disappears. When she sees him again he has a beer she knows he shouldn’t have and is standing somehow immovable in the mass of bodies.

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#thankyoubones week: day 10 → 3 other favorite ships/friendships 

I love every single friendship on Bones, especially since to me, they are all this huge makeshift family. But these 3 listed above are my utmost favourites. Why? I’ll tell you why: 

  1. Brennan and Angela - to me, these two represent the most iconic best friends on television. Sure they are polar opposites, but they have been best friends for such a long time, and would do almost anything for the other, and I do hope to find a friendship like that myself one day. 
  2. Booth and Cam - these two have had the longest friendship on the show, over 20 years worth by now, and have remained good friends after all these years. While I was never a fan of them as a couple, their friendship certainly works for me, and they incite a special nostalgic pang in my heart whenever I watch scenes of them together because I can’t help but think back of their long history with each other. 
  3. Booth and Aubrey - this friendship is fairly new yes, but one that I will certainly miss dearly. Considering how Aubrey joined the team after Sweets’ death (rip dear Sweets), he has managed to earn Booth’s trust, respect and affection, and really, any scenes of them either talking about life or enjoying a meal together makes me really happy.
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bones rewatch1x17: the skull in the desert
“I’m just afraid that I don’t have a generous heart. I’m afraid that I won’t have the chance that I had with Kirk ever again.”
“You will.”
“How can you be so sure?”

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Bones » 2016 rewatch - 1x17 “The Skull in the Desert”

That’s why we come out here every year. It’s like you stand still, and the whole             universe just comes at you. At a hundred and ten degrees.

wwyonna  asked:

For the ask thing with the list of prompts, could you do Blue x Ronan and E? (That is if you're still doing those, and if not, then that's cool too.) Thanks!!

Well this got out of hand. Who is surprised? No one is surprised. I honestly just set myself the challenge of finishing something tonight. Two hours later, this. Please leave all champagne sabrage to professionals. Or at least, to your more responsible, most un-Ronan Lynch-like friends.

This is E: Sharing a drink.

As a rule, Blue didn’t like being sent on errands. She especially didn’t like being sent on errands that might involve cleaning up after Ronan Lynch. But she was also growing tired of smiling and nodding and pretending like she didn’t have rather strong views about reproductive rights and forests that shouldn’t be thrashed for more wood paneling for rooms like the one she had spent most of her night in, so at the moment being sent to check up on Ronan was something like a gift. She suspected Gansey knew that, but she wasn’t ever going to tell him he was right about it.

She searched the mansion’s many corridors–seriously, who made children grow up in a fucking museum–she searched the rooms they’d been given to sleep in for the weekend, she searched every bathroom and dark archway, and she searched around the back yard where the guests who needed air were milling. There was no sign of Ronan. She was starting to think he’d flown the coop and wondered if maybe she shouldn’t double check to see if the Pig was still in the driveway, just in case.

When she finally found him, he wasn’t doing anything heinous at all as far as she could tell. He was just standing, looking up at the sky with his hands deep in the pockets of his black trousers. Blue often begrudgingly thought of Ronan as handsome, but right this moment the light bleeding out from the large windows of the Gansey kitchen caught on the angles of him and made him look a great deal more touched, angelic maybe, than anyone would ever think of him naturally. Then again, what did she know of angels? Maybe they were all reckless jerks too.

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