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