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me: i need to lose weight
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Rules: repost and tag people you want to get to know better. Tagged by: karlbourbon
Name: Anna Nickname: none Birthday: July Star sign: cancer Gender: female Height: 5′6″ Sexual Orientation: still figuring that out Romantic orientation: also still figuring that out Favorite color: depends on the day, but I’m a big fan of blue Time and date at the current moment: 11:45am, April 17, 2015 Average hrs of sleep: 7-8 Lucky number: idk it’s been a while since I opened a fortune cookie The last thing I googled: binary numbers First word that comes to mind: sudorku One place that makes me happy: my library How many blankets do I sleep under: as many as possible without dying of heat stroke Favorite fictional character: leonard mccoy, steve rogers, bucky barnes Favorite famous person: I don’t really have one right now, but for a long time it was misha collins Celebrity crush: see above Favorite books: harry potter, percy jackson series Favorite animes: the only anime i’ve ever seen was one episode of attack on titan and i still haven’t gotten over the psychological scars Favorite tv shows: star trek, castle, hawaii five-o Favorite musician/band: of monsters and men Favorite games: i don’t really play any but i think the last thing i played was the sims Last movie I’d seen in the cinema: Still Alice Dream Holiday: road trip through Italy Dream job: ER doctor Wearing right now: pajama bottoms and my college hoodie Last book I read: Clash of Kings
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one. its all you. you are the one who slips the first seed past your own two lips. your fingers taste like everything your mother never wanted you to have. its all you. you never expected to be glad. two. its like a shotgun, how he slips it in his mouth before slipping it into yours. the smoke is on the sweetness of his breath, sage and cloves and pieces of his soul. three. is sealed with more than a kiss, it’s sealed with your legs (miles long, clad in woodlands and feeling like silk) and his hips and toxic promises. he promises you fate that lasts forever. you grow wildflowers over his heart and give him everything you’re worth. four. he is the terror of all gods and he himself is terrified. he calls you beautiful, he names you queen, he lays every jewel at your feet and only in his surrender are you satisfied. five. tastes like blood. it weeps from his lips and mama said it would taste like death, said it would taste like sacrifice. she said it would taste like hell burned black. his lips make your lips bloody, but never will it ever taste like death. six. you take it like you have every other beautiful thing. you take it because it’s yours. (through sweetness through madness and dreamlike surrender) it’s all you and it’s all him and in this you will live forever.
hades and perspephone // l.b.
karlbourbon replied to your post “karlbourbon replied to your post “Headcanon: Ever since what Jim calls...”
did you know that like a month ago i discovered that death by tribbles was almost a legit canon thing that happened in the comics
I literally just fell back on my bed laughing. Of course it was.
I can't believe more than one person looked at tribbles and thought "Yes, this is a good way too kill someone."
What is your top 5 fav blogs?
oh god! only 5? this is hard but okay… hum (in no particular order)
- karlbourbon- smokesforwolves- acklstiel- ayyoassbutt- darknovak
yeah they’re all awesome!
"You busy tonight?" Bones nearly smacks himself in the face at the pathetic attempt to sound casual. He rubs a hand over the back of his neck and tries not to look as embarrassed as he feels.
They're literally walking off the dock and into a flurry of press activity (mostly tabloids hoping to catch a glimpse of Jim). It's the first time he's really been able to talk to the kid. Jim's been pretty much locked in his quarters since they left Nibiru and Bones has been locked in his head, planning this night.
Jim's grin is a slow simmering meal in his Nana's crock pot. The crock pot he hoped to use tonight to make Jim the home cooked meal he desperately wanted (Bones, I need non-replicated food like I need to get laid. Don't you?)
Bones just wanted to confess how deeply, ridiculously, most likely fool-heartedly in love he was with his best friend. Finally. After five-years of keeping stupid silent.
"Probably go see the girls." Jim slipped on his sun-glasses, waved a hand to the reporters and followed security through the crowd.
Bones didn't even want to ask who the girls were, did it even matter? before he too was ushered past the vultures and to his debrief.
If he believed in such things, he might have left a piece of his heart at the dock, suspended between space and terra, liminal and forgotten.
-
He decided to forgive Jim for his transgressions and planned something for the next night. Jim was a full, bright, red balloon, bouncing as he stopped by to grab something (kid was always forgetting pieces of himself somewhere, maybe like Bones' forgot pieces of his heart). "A five-year mission! Dude. Do you know how cool that would be? Freedom. Just us and the black."
He squeezed Bones' arm then and his eyes were like the stars he imagined seeing on this so-called mission. Bones tried to be hopeful. Re-planned the meal. Figured the euphoria of a promotion couldn't hurt his cause, right?
Jim never commed, never stopped by, never sent a message. The next he heard of his best friend was in the triage outside of what was once the Daystrom conference building.
He pushed through the crowd, of admirals, captains, men and women bleeding and ashen, ignoring his instinct to help, to stop, so that he could find Jim.
Jim was on the steps of the next building, shadowed by the collapsing beams of Daystrom, huddled and small. His complexion was the same as the grey officer suit he was required to wear.
"Jim?" He whispered, approaching like he did the animals he rescued outside the farmhouse.
The kid's face crumpled and Bones wanted to crumple with him.
-
You can't tell someone you love them in the middle of a inter-galatic man-hunt so Bones keeps his mouth shut.
He has a panic attack worse than when his father was sick in his office. He almost dies on a rock with his hand stuck in a torpedo. He whispers, I'm sorry, I love you, a million times that day. The staff thinks he's gone nuts. He can't find it in himself to care.
Nana always said that you could tell that something awful will happen if your beloved doesn't say goodbye. He always thought that was a little general but Jim doesn't say goodbye.
Bones never gets the chance to either.
As he stares down at Jim's body bag, he doesn't know what to do.
He knows there are steps to take, responsibilities to carry out but he fucking...he can't breathe.
How could he never tell him?
How could he never do something so fucking simple?
He stumbles toward a chair, wonders if anyone will just hypo him out of this or if he'll have to do it himself when the sweetest sound he's ever fucking heard startles him from trying to become invisible.
The tribble purrs.
He's on autopilot. He wonders if Jim will know how much he loves him when he wakes up. If he wakes up. When.
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His favorite place in the world, the only place that matters is in the most fucking uncomfortable hospital chair, hand curled around Jim in the two weeks that it takes for him to wake up.
When he does and Bones checks him out (three times, with Boyce there for good measure and a fleet of nurses and other doctors too), he takes Jim's hand again.
"Bones-" Jim licks his lips. A swipe of the bottom, the top. Bones melts.
Bones holds up his other hand. "Hold on."
He takes a deep breath. Recalls all the pieces of his heart that he'd left behind. "I really have to tell you something."
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Type: INFJ
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Liz Lemon from 30 Rock
Rory Gilmore from Gilmore Girls
Aragorn and Saruman from The Lord of the Rings
The eponymous Mulan
Mia Thermopolis from The Princess Diaries
Daenerys Targaryen from A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones
Christine Chapel from Star Trek: The Original Series
Obi-Wan Kenobi from Star Wars
Fox Mulder from The X-Files
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