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You're in Lawrence, not Hollywood...

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Johnny doesn't like to share

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What happened to me when I took one too many Absinthe shots

Every episode of Bones ever

Booth: we got a body

Brennan: I need this all sent to the Jeffersonian

Brennan: fracture to the ulna

Intern: can't believe I missed that

Booth: I'm Agent Booth, FBI, and this is my partner, Dr. Temperance Brennan, we're here to ask you a few questions.

Angela: I plugged in the exact muscles and subtracted the injuries that occured postmortem and turned the skull inside out and showed it to the computer. Here's our victim

Hodgins: bugs and particulates indicate this exact spot

Cam: *gasps* that's where the husband works

Booth:WE KNOW YOU KILLED HER

Husband: no. I want a lawyer

Booth: *stares angrily*

Sweets at some point: I know that you're not upset over this case, its something else

Booth: no way. Don't get all shrinky on me. Ok youre right

Intern: I reexamined the bones and found this

Brennan: this leads exactly to our killer. Good work

Real killer: I didn't mean to kill her. I just wanted to beat her up a little

Brennan and booth: *long stare*

Brennan and booth: *have meaningful talk about whatever was bothering them*

Brennan at some point: you're a good man booth

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fleurlungs

Passion, it lies in all of us. Sleeping. Waiting. And though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms: shuttered and dank. Without passion, we’d be truly dead.

Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer (via fleurlungs)