"His Weirdness- Whatever You Wanna Call It"

One of my favorite things about running this account is the tags and comments yall put on my posts. below is a compilation of some of my personal faves :)

kind of a long post below

things that happen when you post on the bones tag everyday djdhdjdh

what’s the tuition for autism university, do they give scholarships?

no comment this one’s perfect

i will think about this comment for my whole life

this is about lance btw

adding scrumpt to my vocabulary. incredible word

thee great autismo………

woah blorbos be upon ye

so glad that the evilness of the plane seat post was noticed. that was on purpose >:)

these just made me emotional and so happy. i love you guys so much 🥹. stuff like this is what keeps me motivated to keep making these silly bones posts :)

bonus:

every time miz tags a brennan post with “#that’s my wife”. incredible 10/10

I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing and I pay for my place

I keep thinking abt tipsy Angela in 1x09 saying she might kiss Brennan at the Christmas party and then immediately bi-panicking and covering it up saying “in a festive non-lesbian manner” girl could you be any more obvious…..

Observing child of abuse behaviors in Seeley Booth is equivalent to smashing your own hands with a hammer

Bones mutuals please reblog this with your favorite bones ships!!

I’ll go first it’s Sweets x Zack (polarduo??) for some fucking reason

The FBI: wow, this agent and the anthrolopogist consultant we hired, and her team of weirdos at the Jeffersonian, have a truly insane solve rate for murder. I think we can overlook a few breaches in protocol; their expertise makes it worth it in the eyes of the Bureau. We are going to have to hire a full time psychologist for them tho because jesus fuck

Bones » 2016 rewatch - 2x13 “The Girl in the Gator”

Your file shows your a military sniper. How many people have you killed? Lost count. Oh, you can remember a hundred and eighty bricks, but not how many lives you’ve taken? Epps makes fifty. Fifty what? Fifty kills. But Agent Booth you didn’t kill Epps. You tried to save him, remember? Or perhaps I better put it as a question, did Howard Epps slip from your grasp or did you release him?

Knitting with a cup of coffee in my Jeffersonian mug <3 and bones playing on the TV (duh) it’s a good night!!!

i hate tumblr people as much as everyone, i'm here for 5 individuals and to post tag essays