too many bones

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.

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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?



“When you’re the youngest of four aggressive males, your defense mechanism isn’t going to be your fists—it’s going to be something else. My mind is the thing that got me through it without too many broken bones. One of the reasons I started performing was just to get out of the house.” 

Ryan Reynolds on being the youngest of four brothers 


Lightning in a bottle ⚡️⚡️⚡️ 

does anyone have that picture of that anime manga drawing and is this guy and hes made of bones but theres like way too many bones like the artist has never seen a skeleton before

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. 


Three more sketches, because it’s all I’m capable of for now, since i’m having my exam tomorrow. I promise, when this whole exam thing will be over you’ll get something digital from me. 1 and 2 are pieces of the one idea where underfell!sans and Underswap!Sans changing their timelines by accident (and they don’t realize it until they talk to the local Pap)

1)Underswap!Sans and Underfell!Papyrus (poor, poor Sans…)
2)Underfell!Sans asn Underswap!Papyrus (Papyrus is probably asking something like: “Are you feeling ok, bro?” and Sans is like: “ For fuck’s sake! I already told you I will collaborate traps later!… The fuck are you wearing?” *probably doesn’t realise that he is in different timeline*)
3) This is my headcanon for underfell. It’s 6 years old sans and Papyrus is 16. So in my headcanon Pap is the older one, and he is the one who took care of himself and Sans, when their mother died while giving birth to Sans. And their father abandoned them a long time ago. It was really hard to Pap, he was forced to kill for surviving. And he had learned one thing - there is no place for weakness in underfell. It’s kill or be killed. In main time he and his lil bro just trying to survive, by searching for food and fighting with other monsters that attacking them.Pap is only started to teach Sans the basics of bone magic and he is really harsh with him (because he can’t let his bro to die because of weakness). I’m planing to draw a comics of this one (and I guarantee that it will be a digital)

I talk about what used to be
far too often for someone who 
has trouble remembering. 
There’s a gaping hole 
where I used to live, and
I don’t remember anything from before. 
Except the way the clouds hung 
so low I could have stood on the tips 
of my toes and kissed it 
if I really wanted to.
And I did.
Back then, there were too many bones. 
Too many teeth living outside 
of their homes.
Everything tasted like death 
but the ghosts never came.

Here is what I know:
there are more feelings in the world 
than there are words. 
This is why we choke. 
This is why we cry. 
This is why there are more words for colours 
than there are words for the way we want to 
walk into hurricanes barefoot.
There are a hundred ways to describe 
the colour blue and I could start with the ocean. 
I could start with you.

What I’m trying to say is 
there are only so many ways 
you can talk about the night. 
But the day holds
so much more language.

western massachusetts gothic
  • When did the Loew’s go up? It must have been over the winter. Next to it another big boxy store is expanding, and the construction brings the traffic to a standstill. In the distance you can see the oldest strip malls, one on either side of the street. They’re under construction too. The work lifts your eyes skyward, to the vault forming high overhead.
  • In the spring the snowbanks recede like glaciers, revealing what was buried beneath them. Sometimes you go for a walk to look at what was left behind. For the most part it’s sand and smooth stones, crushed coffee cups, cigarette butts, the usual debris of winter. You’ve learned to ignore the things with too many legs or bones. The town cleans them up in the dead of night.
  • Every town has a Congregational church, whitewashed like a tomb. The service hours are posted on the sign, but you don’t know anyone who attends and you don’t ask. All are built on high stone foundations, to prevent the uninitiated from peering through the windows and witnessing what goes on inside.
  • All the hills make radio reception spotty. The college stations seem to broadcast precisely as far as the town line, and in some spots you can listen to stations in Hartford. Sometimes, when you’re driving alone at night, the radio calls you by name and gives you directions, and you know to turn it off and drive in silence.
  • Potholes are everywhere, laying in wait patiently like spiders. Some of them last for years, growing deeper and more dangerous and spreading slowly. So slowly. The potholes are inexorable, but they are very slow. Usually there’s time to find a new place to live when they come for you.
  • The fall foliage hasn’t had its color for years now. “Climate change,” you tell anyone who asks. What were those colors? What were they like? Why can’t you remember? Were the sunsets always gray?


The overflow shelf haha