Posts tagged tv: bones.

Mhmm, Brennan. You know you want it. …..SEE!

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alwaysanonymous2:

lolwhat.

IF I WASN’T LOL’ING SO HARD AT THE IRONY OF THIS I’D BE HARASSING HART ON TWITTER. HOWEVER, I FEEL THE OBVIOUS INSULTS WOULD GO RIGHT OVER HIS HEAD… need—to—stop—over—using—CAPLOCKS.

1 hour: 30 min for download to become available…. MUST KEEP TUMBLIN TO GET THROUGH THE WAIT!

lindanhem:

EMILY: She is completely unprofessional, demands ridiculous things!

ZOOEY: 17 loaves of bread, pizza, a fleet of Ferrari’s.

EMILY: Drumsticks, of course drumsticks!

ZOOEY: Drumsticks.

EMILY: You don’t need the drums, just the sticks.

EMILY: Right. That’s why you need so many Ferrari’s, because they get dented.

ZOOEY: The sticks-but I play it on the Ferrari’s.

♥♥♥ I have never been more attracted to him. The whole ‘totally, hopelessly enamored, gruff and brooding man in a three-piece suit…’ gets me every damn time.

onebreath:

So, I’d aplolgise for spamming you all with picspams/caps of this promo… if I was actually sorry.

HIS FACE!!!!! CANNOT. WAIT. FOR. THIS. LOVE. FEST.

Bones, The Gamer in the Grease

promising:

armsofrapture:

secondhandjoy:

BRENNAN: Who’s that?
BOOTH: That’s the victim’s wife.
BRENNAN: Oh, are we going to tell her about the clacka maow boom chicka wow maow boom?
BOOTH: No, no, it’s bow chick wow wow boom clacka maow wow.

Bones, 5x09 The Gamer in the Grease

SHE CANNOT POSSIBLY BE THIS CUTE.

THIS!!! …RIGHT HERE?? …IS WHY I LOVE DR. BRENNAN.

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