#compendiumofconstellations

[trek-tracks]

The worst plan was giving Bones an opening like that

[mentalisbon]

closed starter for @compendiumofconstellations who: van pelt and lisbon when: after the red john revelation

It was one thing for Teresa to follow Patrick Jane into his quest for vengeance. As the Special Agent in Charge, she had a duty to her team, to Red John's victims, and to the justice system to pursue the serial killer and try to prevent his continued cruelty. And maybe it was foolish of her to believe there would come a point in all of this where she'd have him properly apprehended and tried by a jury of his peers -- but through years of dogged investigation, it was clear to her that Red John had no real peers. For better or worse. Perhaps Jane counted himself among that number, but... Lisbon didn't like to think in those terms.

What horrified her at the revelation of Sheriff McAllister's wicked secret was just how close they'd been to him without ever knowing. And worse still, how close they'd allowed the team -- and namely, Grace -- to the man without truly knowing. Sure, the plan had been Jane's, but Jane was Lisbon's responsibility. And so were Cho, Rigsby, and Van Pelt, as much as everyone was a competent agent and adult (Jane... included, mostly).

Grace, to her credit, was always open to Jane's plans. He'd rarely given himself reason to appear untrustworthy. But Teresa knew that the retrospect of a brush with death was not something to brush off lightly. That's why she'd asked Grace for coffee, in this period of unmoored limbo, Jane completely in the wind, unreachable. And as much as the senior agent hated being too vulnerable around her subordinates, this was a rather unprecedented matter for all of them.

"Hey, Grace. How are you holding up? Small question for a big situation, I know, but... I wanted to check in."

[retriibutions]

@compendiumofconstellations liked this for a starter. hotch & sebastian. gif cred.

slender yet scarred fingers page through the paper file that he'd been handed when they sat at the round table, looking once again through what little that they had started this case with. the san pedro police precinct was still abuzz after the newest murder. the bau had only just arrived a few hours prior, and already another body had been discovered.

blue eyes look up to the bau's leader, to aaron hotchner. "this victim was killed differently than the last ones had been," he speaks the obvious, clearly thinking over what this means as he talks. "i know the odds probably aren't in favor of this, but what if we have a second killer? i just don't see why our unsub would change once we arrived."

[citizenstarlightarch]

        A mission that left them with more questions with answers. It had been an exhausting day, which made even the dingy motel room seem inviting. Everything seemed so overwhelming and impossible. Even if it was only temporary, she wanted to get out of her head and feel something good. As soon as the door closed behind them Annie began to strip down. Sweater pulled over her head to reveal the white tank top underneath. Combat boots removed as quick as possible. Jeans were discarded to expose a yellow cotton thong.

        Annie’s attention was brought to Butcher, she walked over to him. Slender arms slid around his arms around his broad shoulders. It was strange how time changed things, changed them. Once upon a time she found him repugnant. Now she wanted nothing more than to get lost in the cheap bed linens with him. “Billy…” She pulled herself up, so her legs wrapped around his hips. Pink lips crashed against his. “Fuck me till I can't think….” 

★ ╼  SEXY SUNDAY STARTER ! | @compendiumofconstellations ( butcher )

[awkwardcourage]

cont. | @compendiumofconstellations

"What's on your mind?"

It was cheap. Going behind Butcher's back like this. No doubt it would get back to him and Hughie would probably get a split lip for his troubles, but those consequences weren't enough to dissuade him. Becca knew things about Butcher than nobody else did, things that Butcher stonewalled if anyone tried to talk to him about them. It wasn't the kindest thing to do to her either, putting her in this position; but she could always tell him to fuck off.

Hughie sat down next to her, clasped hands between his legs. He glanced at her, then back down at his hands. "You know... Butcher says I look like he brother. His aunt said it too. And... I know Lenny's important to him, but he won't ever talk about him. ... How did he die?"

[mercifulmemories]

winter rush day 4

@asoulofstars / @compendiumofconstellations One would think that Penelope would be used to the creaks in her apartment building, after living there for so long. But, in fact, some nights it bothers her more than others. Tonight happened to be one of those nights. 

She was trying to read by her tv which happened to have the festive fireplace, making her think she was somewhere much cozier than Virginia. But the floor called by the door again followed by a solid knock, which made her jump. She took a second, and set her book down. "Oh my God, could you have knocked any louder? You abated the hell out of me!" Penelope chided, answering the door just a smidgen to see who it was.

[starstrekked]

❝      Doctor   ,   I   while   I   do   respect   your   opinion   ,   you   have   a   tendency   to   be   rather   emotional   in   your   responses.   I   would   request   that   next   time   the   captain   asks   for   an   opinion   ,   consider   leaving   emotions   out   of   it.      ❞

@compendiumofconstellations​ | starter call for your bones

[astralwalkerarch]

Sometimes Bones asks “Jim, What do you think you’re doing?” But that just means stop. He doesn’t actually want to know my thought process.

james t. kirk, captain of the u.s.s. enterprise