too many bones

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He might press her close now till the muscles knotted on his arms […] There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.”

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I Found - Leonard McCoy

Summary: Len is scared to lose any more people. based on the song i found by amber run

Prompt: bones imagine based on the song I Found by Amber Run? - @uhura-ny

Warnings: language, lil angsty

A/N: lil less than 2k words. one of my favorite people requested this piece. i was so happy when i finished writing it that i sent her 8 messages screaming about it. it’s a good piece, not exactly what was wanted, but i’m pretty satisfied with it! i obv had to add some jim to hold myself over. ENJOY and tell me what you think! 


A novice in the art of ignoring those on his mind, Leonard found it difficult to keep his mouth shut and in his most neutral scowl— especially when you were the one in question.

His palms were growing tired of his fingernails just as his teeth grew tired of being constantly gritted and he thought maybe his eyebrows would be stuck in a permanent furrow while his jaw would never come unclenched. He couldn’t stop, though.

He couldn’t just not dig his nails into his skin with enough force to draw blood— it kept him from reaching for you. It was compulsory that his teeth remained gritted with such strength— there was no chance any words meant for you could leave his lips that way. He absolutely needed to furrow his eyebrows, knit and screwed together— it prevented his eyes from softening for you.  And he knew there was no way he could ever unclench his aching jaw— it made sure to keep intact the slipping tension he so desperately needed to keep from sinking into you.

He didn’t dare forget about you, either. While he did his best to choke back the feelings that awoke for you just by the smell of your shampoo or the sound of your voice, he couldn’t afford to forget those feelings ever existed. They were a warning for him— a cautionary tale that laid before him the outcome of ever feeling that way again, the outcome of ever falling so hard again.

It wasn’t that he hadn’t tried. He’d actually tried so hard. He kept himself locked in the medbay, tied to his desk, drowned in a bottle of cheap bourbon. But that made it all worse— quitting you cold turkey just wasn’t an option.

He then resorted to limiting his exposure to you. Just lunch every afternoon! Sometimes dinner, usually breakfast. A little pop-in to see how you were fairing in the bowels of the Enterprise as Scotty’s favorite engineer beside himself. But that was it. No more than that.

He was rethinking things as he sat before you now, though. With the way your finger-mussed hair brushed against your cheekbones and your eyes sat widened in amusement, he needed to rethink things.

“— so they keep injuring themselves! Out of spite!” you said loudly as you laughed, waving your hand around so your water came dangerously close to sloshing over the rim of your glass. “Can you imagine having such little regard for your superior officer that you’re willing to risk knocking your teeth out?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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So today I was out for some shopping and lunch with Cal and our friends, a lovely couple, who are Star Trek fans as well.

The conversation went to the sad passing of Anton, and what would happen to the role of Chekov now.

Cal and his friend thought that they should have Jaylah back, and she could take the navigation / engineer role, and would be good with Sulu. However, I disagreed and thought that the role should be recast as, as much as I love Anton and miss him, Chekov is an integral role and in the TOS and films and his relationship with Sulu is wonderful and his youthful innocence gives something to the group whereas as we’ve seen Jaylah is a little jaded, her innocence has been taken and she was vengeful and filled with anger.

I don’t know what they’ll do in the fourth film, or indeed what the cast would do, but I would like to see Chekov still as part of the cast.

What do you guys think?

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Ok, after 3 days of work, (with breaks and school in mind of course) I’ve FINALLY finished this. This is to show my appreciation for all of these users, for being the best!

Here are the lovelies’ objectsonas/object ocs from top left to the bottom:

Mae from Night in the Woods (represents Nik but I don’t know their tumblr)

Pitcher- @mochazuki

Flowerpot- @undeaddog

Diospyro kaki (Persimmon)- @kimboster

Sketchbook- Me

Hourglass- @ii-hath-consumed

Egg- @gethacoolshoeshine

Lava lamp- @icemintfreeze

Book/King- @transrollcake

Glue- @papiomikes–warehouse (oc)

MP3 player- @zealzealous

Diffy the defuser- @wubwubwoobs

Camera Obscuro- @redmist108

Book(?)- @thanksdunkel

Hat/Top hat (is supposed to represent @toonirl, but I didn’t know what their objectsona was)

Moon (is supposed to represent @plantaplants, couldn’t find their oc)

Jaw- @squidplzplz

Finder- @papiomikes–warehouse (objectsona)

Mushroom- @gameover101 (I couldn’t find an oc or objectsona from them so I just took their hat and turned it into an object)

Ink well- @toonirl (past objectsona)

Tea bag- @mmahinadraws

Tarot deck- @plantaplants

Edit: Gave credit to transrollcake

Edit 2: Gave credit to kimboster

I can’t help it, I use my rapier wit to hide my inner pain
—  that time Jace Herondale became the most relatable character

noregratz  asked:

... Will you finish the fourth one when your patience is restored? XD

Actually, that’s there as a joke. ‘Too many bones, too little patience’ just seemed like a funnier thing than, say, ‘Sorry, kids, this blog is PG’. Especially considering there’s really nothing to censor there.

I never had an actual outfit planned for that last panel though — and why would I, if I the joke didn’t call for it? — but I do have a full-body thing without clothes, if you wanna see. I actually drew it first and then dressed it up like you would a paper doll :D

I don’t think I’ve ever drawn a full skeleton before. Even a cartoony one.

You know what, Booth and Brennan will always be my #1 otp because they gave me so much as a couple. I mean, I’m not talking about sex or smut because that’s fanfiction material (like you go girl, want to see your fave ship bang on a piano? go and read that !!!! that’s what that website is for) but everything else. The ‘platonic’ aspect of their relationship has always been the best part of their dynamic to me, but they were still able to overcome that phase and be a family. This being said, that original dynamic has never been compromized, not to me at least, because when it comes to the important stuff, Booth and Brennan are still partners first, they are still the people they would give up their life for, they would fight for each other. While the majority of other ships kinda change once they get together. Booth and Brennan never completely changed, so much that people complain because they’d rather have them being romantic the 100% of the time. I don’t. Also, it’s the little things that matter to me, like it might sound stupid, but I find it extremely adorable and precious that Brennan knows Booth by knowing his injuries. Every time something happens, she’s able to compare factures and other stuff to Booth’s. And that’s so IC, that’s something I really want to see because it’s them. And it’s been this way since she first found out about his past in 1x15 and it never changed. She imagined him on that autopsy table in 11x01 by looking at the bones, just like it happened on 12x04 with Aldo and in other many occasions. Brennan saying like I know that because of your brain tumor. She knows his brain scans. YAAAS. Give me this stuff. Give me Booth and Brennan that can’t sleep without each other at night when one of them is struggling with something, give me them talking about taking someone’s life and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Give me them hurting each other to save each other. They would never cheat on each other or hurt each other because they want to. They only do it because it’s the only way. Yaas. Screw sex, just give me this stuff.

Little Spider Boy

Peter Parker X Reader // Fluff

Warnings: Maybe a few cuss words.

Requested: Yes!

A/N: This might be bad since i wrote it in 10 minutes at 5AM, but i still wanted to publish it.

Originally posted by prettystucky


“Hey, Parker, Could you let me in?” you yelled from outside his apartment window, knocking loudly on the thin glass to make sure he knew you were there.  

“Y/n? What’re you doing here this late?” He opened it, letting you through. Stepping into the familiar small room of his, you quickly glanced around. The smell of scrap metal and aunt Mays horrible cookies hit you like a wave. You wondered why it still smelled like sweets that late at night.

“To give you some advice.” you sat down on his bed, making yourself comfortable. Peter looked at you like you were crazy, but you didn’t care. You wanted to help him, since it was painfully obvious he had been struggling to get through the past few weeks more than ever. And it hurt you to see him that way.  He looked bad. Tired, unkempt. And it wasn’t letting up in the slightest.

“You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders.”  you said, sighing quietly. You tired to gather the right words to say, but suddenly they were hard to put together, even though you had been planning to say something for days.  "Don’t be hard on yourself. You’re only human. Peter you can’t do everything and expect to not loose things on the way. You’re harming yourself,“

"You understand I can’t just back awa-”

“You listen to me, okay!?!” you cut him off, knowing what he was going to say, and knowing you wouldn’t like it.

“I won’t stand back and watch you suffer. It pains me more than you can ever imagine. Every time you come to me needing help patching you up tears my heart. I’m not asking you to quit. The world needs you. Queens needs you, hell, I need you. But all I’m asking is that there will never be a day you show up at my door with too many cuts, too many bruises, too many sprained bones to get you up and walking again. Okay?” Tears were welling in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away. You had already said too much. You just knew it. You crossed a line.

“Okay.” He said, voice slightly shaky. His breath pattern turned longer and deeper, his eyes not managing to look at you. Instead they were planted at the wall. 

“What would I do without you?” He muttered, sitting down right next to you and lying his head in your lap. You smiled down at him, starting to brush through his messy hair. Something you had always done to get him to unwind a bit.

“Probably die,”

“You’re completely right.” After that silence fell upon you two. For a little while you thought he was asleep, but you saw that he’d been gazing at you for what seemed like a long time, since as soon as your eyes met he glanced away, his face flushing a light pink.

“I have never loved myself, but I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“Peter I,” you were completely speechless. you stared at him to see if he was lying. Or joking. Anything. But no. He was serious. And he just admitted he loved you. He love you.

“Jesus  Christ, you sappy spider, get your ass up and give me a damn hug before I force you to.” You felt his arms wrap around you, his head buried in your neck. As soon as he pulled away, you hastily pressed your lips to his before you could change your mind. It was sloppy and fast, but it felt right. Like you had been waiting for that moment for years.  

‘I love you. God i love you so much,”

“Really?” He asked, like everything that just happened didn’t. Which made you giggle. He could be so damn cute.

"Of course,” You gave a reassuring smile, putting your hand on his jaw. Another thing that tended to calmed him down. Closing his eyes, he sighed, murmuring a ‘thank god’ under his breath. 

“My little Spider boy.”

So, I was at our annual family holiday dinner, and I was just kind of eating my food and listening to the adults talk about politics and stuff, and then all of a sudden my grandfather (who was sitting across from me) exclaims, “Girl, whose class ring is that around your neck?” (Because I never got a class ring, so I guess he assumed it was my boyfriend’s or something.)

I looked down, because I’d kind of forgotten what necklace I was wearing. 

It was the replica of Jace’s Morgenstern ring that I bought at Hot Topic two and a half years ago when the City Of Bones movie first came out.

I had to explain to my grandparents (and my mom and aunt, who had now dropped their conversation to listen to ours), at Christmas dinner, that no, I didn’t finally get a boyfriend, I’m just a huge nerd who bought her favorite book character’s family ring and had to put it on a necklace because it was too big for my tiny fingers. 

No one was even remotely surprised. 

so i’ve had this finished in my drafts for weeks, too shy to post it in the @elsewhereuniversity tag, but if i don’t take the plunge now i probably never will. hope you enjoy! (and thanks again to @charminglyantiquated for making this super cool world to play in <3)


you’ve been at elsewhere university for almost two full years now. so, at this point, you can’t pretend not to hear the stories. especially when they start to happen to you.

your best friend’s roommate says to call her knuckle, says her parents are from the old country. she doesn’t mention which one, but she laughs when she admits she never dreamed that their nursery rhyme protections would really work.

apparently, they don’t because knuckle is snatched away on either the sixteenth or seventeenth day of winter semester. (you’re not sure, because neither you or your best friend really noticed the difference between her and the… replacement at first. you feel guilty about that, sure, but at least she finds her way back. her dancing is better afterwards too, more fluid and sinister in the dark after-hours shadows of your dorm lounge, but she doesn’t like to do it any more. you think that’s fair.)

(no pun intended.)

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