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jeffersonianintern · 1 month
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Angela: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE!

Angela: *aggressively throws water bottles*

Booth: Uh... what's up with her? 

Zack: she’s trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us.

Angela: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! 

Sweets, crying: It's working.
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belpheg0r-luna · 1 month
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When i was 13-14 i spent a whole year watching all 12 seasons of Bones over and over again (i think i managed four rewatches in total) spent my whole winter and summer holidays in bed watching this show day and night not talking to anyone thinking noone gets me the way bones gets me shes everything i want to be, i should probably become an anthropologist and NO ONE thought hey maybe we should take this kid to a doctor and get her diagnosed :/
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necromanceyourgays · 9 months
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liking bones is a red flag. it's also an orange flag. and a yellow flag. and a green flag. and a blue flag. and a purple flag. liking bones is gay. you are gay.
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Someone please tell Dr. Hodgins to stop playing Rasputin loud enough that we can hear it from our office on the other side of the building
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zackaddystolemyheart · 10 months
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every character in bones is autism transgender and gay the only reason its not canon is causethe governtment
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puppyspiral · 2 months
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“bisexual bisexual bisexual” i chant into the mirror
he appears behind me, lance sweets
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icouldbeaduck · 4 months
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dana scully is like if they gave temperance brennan a gun instead of autism
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sweetst0oth · 6 months
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Okay idk if this is like. A popular opinion in the bones fandom or even something anyone else had thought of
But I mourn the death of the angelator it was sooo much cooler than angelatron like angelatron is cool too but there’s just something so mesmerizing about the hologram of the angelator… idk
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junkheaded · 8 months
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billy gibbons as angela's dad is sooo funny... for the younglings that's like if you got engaged to a girl only to find out later her father is a blues musician so notorious for his s-tier guitar skill that he might be tight with The Devil Himself and also, he does NOT like you
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renliiu · 8 months
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i made these in 10 minutes. Zack and Hodgins shenanigans
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jeffersonianintern · 1 month
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Booth: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?

Sweets: >:O language

Brennan: Yeah watch your fucking language

Hodgins: Okay, who taught Brennan the fuck word?!

Cam : 'The fuck word'.

Vincent : Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time

Wendell: Oh my god he censored it

Cam : Say fuck, Vincent .

Wendell: Do it, Vincent . Say fuck.
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lordfreg · 1 month
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zackary addy
is a sweetheart
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BROOOO this took TWO HOURS bc I had to keep starting over on the rendering 😭😭😭 but anyway . more bones posting !!!!!!!!! bc i love this show sm omg i fall in love with it every single time i rewatch it
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he gave me a type : his autistic style and puppydog eyes captivated me
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necromanceyourgays · 9 months
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every time someone in Bones makes fun of Lance I want to strangle them. that’s our little meow meow you’re talking about you fucker idc if you’re the main character get OUT
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I didn’t think “hodgins getting dragged away by men in black for calling in a terrorist threat” would be on my 2006 bingo card but here we are
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purplerabbite · 9 months
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Bones is like supposed to be this sexy drama but then the main two people are named Seely and Temperance
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yellow-cr0w · 1 year
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Disaster
Fandom: Bones (2005)
Pairing: Lance Sweets x Reader
Rating: Teen & Up
Warnings: Severe injury and blood loss, description of an attack with a deadly weapon. I’m very new at writing so be warned that there might be other things that I didn’t think to include.
Description: I really really want to write a long term slow burn fanfic for Sweets, this is the first scene that I had fully formed in my head (even though it occurs MUCH later in the plot, so I supposed I’m spoiling the fanfic for everyone rn but you’ll probably forget this happened by the time I get around to writing it). At this point Sweets and the OC, Julia have been friends for years and moved in together after he dumped Daisy and stayed with Booth and Brennan for a while. I forget which serial killer was in this era but I’m going to be rewatching the entire show while I write so this scene will also be heavily edited later once I get to that part of the plot. 
Let me know if you have any suggestions since I haven’t written anything in a LONG time and this is my first ever fanfic that I’ve actually put on the internet!
I hope you enjoy! :)
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Distracted by my thoughts, I stepped into the shower, the heat helping ease the tension from today. Sitting down to let the near-boiling water beat down onto the top of my head, I replayed earlier events.
A faint noise ripped me from my thoughts.
“Sweets? Is that you?” I stood, it should be way too early for him to be back home - unless I had been in the shower longer than I thought. He shouldn’t be home for another two hours at least, but maybe I had lost track of time. I winced, the water bill was gonna be high this month if that was the case.
Hands trembling, I reached to turn off the water.
Click
The lights were out. I held my breath, frozen in place under the heated water.
Suddenly, the shower curtain was ripped open. The beginning of a scream left me before my mouth was covered. The weak light from the little toy nightlight outlined the horror in front of me. I blindly scratched at the silhouette - managing to land a few feeble hits until a sucker punch landed on my right side. The rough hand released my mouth and I was shoved hard into the tile wall.
The last thing I remembered was the ground disappearing from underneath my feet, and the quiet click of the light turning on.
I woke up shivering.
The freezing cold water contrasted the dull, crippling, warmth on my right side. I blinked at the filtered light coming from the closed shower curtain.
How long had I been here? My vision spun as I tried to push myself up on shaking hands to turn off the water. A spot just above my ear pounded. My stomach lurched and I resigned myself to leaning back and shivering.
I opened my eyes to the sound of the front door. 
Maybe whoever did this to me came back to finish me off. Maybe it was-
“Sweets,” my voice croaked out. He wasn’t going to hear me. Hell, I could barely hear myself. I tried again, sounding even weaker than the first time.
I closed my eyes again, praying to whatever, whoever, inhabited the sky that he would decide to use our apartment’s one and only bathroom soon. Maybe he would be too tired to brush his teeth before bed. Maybe he wouldn’t risk coming in with the shower running. Maybe he didn’t hear the water at all.
“Jules? You didn’t slip and fall down the drain did you?”
A small cry left my throat in my attempt to call for help.
Please, I silently begged.
“Are you okay in there?” A gentle knock along with a pause, “Julia?”
Come in.
The creak of the door and gentle footsteps pushed me to try again.
”Help… please.”
The shower curtain was hesitantly pushed open and I came face to face with a wide-eyed Sweets. He muttered expletives under his breath, rushing to turn off the freezing water and start grabbing several towels from the bathroom closet. He stumbled over himself trying to get a towel to lay flat on the bathroom floor before moving to cover my exposed body.
“-crap crap crap, how long have you been here? Do you know how much blood you’ve lost?” He leaned over the side of the tub. His eyes frantically searched my face.
“I’m not bleedi-“ I slurred out, my words fading into a cry as his hands pressed the rough fabric into my side. High pitched ringing blinded me and a furious coil rose into my throat.
“-s okay. You’re okay, stay with me.” A small tapping on my cheek prompted me to blearily open my eyes. “How long have you been here?”
“Don’t know.” A heavy lead filled my muscles, keeping me from shivering any longer. “-m so cold. I just woke up.”
“I’m gonna put you on the floor until the paramedics arrive, okay? You’re gonna be fine-“ Sweets repeated more soft encouragements as he carefully moved his arms under my bare upper back and just under my thighs. I sighed in relief as the hard curves of the tub no longer pressed into my bones. He lifted me like I was made of paper thin porcelain that would shatter at the slightest bump.
“You smell nice.” My head rag dolled against his arm, and I caught the hint of the earthy cologne he aways wore. “Why’re all the colors weird.”
My mouth felt funny.
Everything feels funny. Half of a laugh slipped out.
Sweets muttered more curses as he kneed next to me. “-k you’re in shock.” One of his hand pressed hard on my side as he desperately fumbled to release his phone from his pocket. “It’s going to be okay- I’m calling 911 they’re going to help you.” He blinked rapidly, phone shaking and jerking with each beep of the keypad. “-you’re going to be okay. You’re going to be oka- COME ON answer the phone.” The pressure on my side increased.
“Lance,” I faintly tugged on his dress pants. I heard the faint noise of the 911 operator picking up and getting cut off in their standard introduction by Sweets speaking faster than I could register. I repeated myself, losing my grip on the fabric. Beautiful, wild eyes ripped away from the blood soaked towel to look at me.
“I’m in love with you.”
A sob broke out of his mouth as he switched the phone to speaker and threw it down onto the tile. He used both hands to stop the bleeding, now blubbering our address to the operator.
His left hand broke away and moved to cup my face. I leaned into his touch, the dark edges of my vision creeping to the center.
It feels so nice.
“Don’t cry.” I mumbled, vision swirling as I tried to fight it and focus on what he was saying.
“Jules. Julia, no- stay with- NO.”
Too bright, I tried to say.
Hurts.
I’m so tired.
I’m sorry Lance.
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