#bones 01

[b4kuch1n]

one string is all that I need

[morgane-art]

GOD I LOVE THEM !

[stromuprisahat]

I like to think that despite his sunshine behaviour, fedyor is just as much as, if not more of, a mean asshole as Ivan(is he really or is it just Alina's biased pov?). But while Ivan wears his grumpy nature obviously, fedyor is nice because he knows how mean he can be

Well, in books we never really get to know him. He's kind and patient in Shadow and Bone, confusing in Siege and Storm. The sunshine personality is a matter of the show, where we get a glimpse of the steel under the surface too:

He has his ruthless moment in second book too, although it gets lost in all that validation of Alina's attitudes:

As for Ivan- he's open, loyal and mistrustful, that's why Alina hates him. He's the first person to ask the question Alina's avoiding thinking about- how did she hide her abilities? Where Alina's more than willing to accept comfortable lies, he's requiring truth and solutions. He isn't willing to treat Alina in kid gloves before and certainly not after her escapes. That's why she sees him as a bully.

He wants her to face consequences of her own actions just like everyone else has to.

[hikikomoriheadphonegirl]

[doctornota]

@viladlind

"SO THAT'S NOT, Y'KNOW," McCoy struggles to find a way to word what he wants to ask without immediately getting decked for it, gesturing with a jerk of his chin towards the other, eyes lingering on his attire. It's all very elegant, a swooping neckline and glimmering jewelry, high boots that make his Starfleet-regulated heels look like nothing in comparison. It's hard to keep from making a comment, crammed as they are into the same train and with curiosity ( worry? they look great, but he could never pull that outfit off ) burning in the back of his mind. "The standard look around here. I mean, if I were to waltz on into a clothing store, my options wouldn't..." he trails off, closes his mouth, restarts.

"I'm more of a denim guy," is his new explanation. He's had more pressing matters to attend to since being dragged here, getting out of his uniform has not been a priority, and if they've all been dumped in this place how is he supposed to know if they've all just been wearing whatever they got from home day-in and day-out? He can't expect everywhere to subscribe to 23rd-century Federation fashion standards.

[weishaupts]

wife wife wife wife wife

[nothingleftofyou]

they had NEVER done the hugging thing, and somehow zahir didn't think that would begin now. nonetheless they offered a grin upon seeing giles because how could they not? "the man the myth the legend," zahir greeted. "any chance you being here doesn't mean the world is ending?" at the very least it allowed a nice distraction. as of late they'd been seeing her everywhere, and thinking of anything else at all was preferable then the grief and failure. "oh and thoughts on the eye? it's very eye-like in my humble not at all bias based opinion."

@onthefyre

[hislittleraincloud]

Like rlly, I took a nap earlier around 8AM (been up for a little bit before then) and now I'm just even more mentally exhausted by this man's b.s.

Ladies, come forth. There's more than one of you. There usually is.

#BeSafe

[drusjer]

you have memorized your own eulogy before you wake. your ghost delivers it to an empty room.

[sturgispodtudo]

Quem: @miabcnes​

Local: Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop

Quando: Dia dos Namorados, Flashback Sexto Ano

O que poderia dar errado em um encontro às cegas? Tudo. Sturgis podia listar diversos motivos, mas mesmo assim acabou cedendo quando seus amigos convenceram ele a se inscrever no ‘Vai dar Namoro?’, uma espécie de dinâmica que alguns alunos do sétimo ano tinham criado com objetivo de unir os solteiros de Hogwarts. Enquanto se dirigia ao Madam Puddifoot’s Ted Shop, onde tinha sido marcado seu encontro, Podmore conseguia escutar a voz de seus amigos em sua cabeça: “Vai ser legal, Stu”, “Milagres acontecem e quem sabe esse não é o seu momento de finalmente desencalhar”, etc. Era impossível negar que eles tinham um ponto, e desde que seu par não fosse uma aluna purista Podmore presumia que as coisas poderiam fluir bem, caso contrário o que seria um encontro romântico iria se transformar em uma tarde de ofensas e brigas.  O corvino não tinha muitas informações sobre o seu par ou qual tinha sido o critério utilizado para juntar os casais, a única informação que tinha recebido fora um pergaminho com algumas instruções a respeito do encontro como o local e hora. Assim que chegou ao estabelecimento, o bruxo explicou sua situação para a Madam Pudifoot e a adorável senhora o levou até uma mesa de dois lugares que ficava aos fundos, próximo a janela. Sturgis Podmore não sabia ao certo quem tinha sido o responsável por pensar naquela dinâmica, mas ele era obrigado a admitir que tudo estava muito bem organizado e estruturado e isso sem falar da decoração exuberante do Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop, por onde olhava encontrava diversos arranjos florais espalhados pelo local. O bruxo não soube dizer por quanto tempo esperou até seu par chegar, mas assim que viu Amelia Bones se aproximando da mesa onde estava ele automaticamente abriu um sorriso. Aquilo realmente estava acontecendo?! “Amelia”, cumprimentou a bruxa. “Se seu irmão descobrisse que estou em um encontro com você imagino que ele iria querer me matar, mas  vale a pena correr esse risco”, Sturgis tinha uma relação bastante amigável com o gêmeo da bruxa, Edgar Bones, e por conta dessa relação de amizade não sabia qual seria a reação do amigo diante da situação. “Enfim, a grande questão é que fico feliz que seja você. Imagina só se me colocassem em um encontro com Alecto Carrow. Não que eu tenha nada contra ela, apenas tenho um grande amor pela minha vida e o jeito psicopata dela me assusta um pouco. E  se precisar não hesite em me mandar calar a boca, quando eu fico nervoso eu costumo a falar sem parar e não paro mais… Como agora”. 

[esotericdescent]

@novinare, plotted starter for Wylan.

   Kaz Brekker did not like the unease that always seemed to descend upon him whenever he sought out information on this particular project. The fear and the dread always sank its talons into him whether he liked it or not; all he could recall was the icy cold waters of fifth harbor swallowing him whole only for him to be forcibly dragged out again, Jordie's voice berating him more harshly than he'd ever done in life. He remembered the distant feeling that something was wrong, that he needed to find a way out, he needed to get his crew out, they were depending on him, but ... his shame, his greatest weakness had gripped him too tightly, unwilling to relinquish its hold on him. He hadn't been strong enough to fight it.

   He swallowed down the memories of dread and helpless panic as he ascended the steps to Wylan's door, the familiar dull ache in his leg grounding him. It was an incredibly useful poison, diabolical even, but an antidote was the most important goal. Kaz would prefer to live the rest of his days without having to chew and swallow a live insect ever again, if he could help it. Not to mention, if anyone could manage to create an antidote borne of something so rare, he'd come to recognize that it would be Wylan.

   ❝So ...❞ Kaz's low rasp cut through the small, dim space that Wylan had scrounged together as his own as he entered. ❝I see today is not the day I find you dying from a poison of your own making.❞ His cane — a different one than he'd started with, a crow skull with a sharp, menacing beak — clanked against the concrete floor as he limped down the stairs and ventured closer. The table he approached had all the things Kaz had grown used to seeing when he came here; beakers, bottles of various substances, sometimes an open flame. His calculating gaze swept over it all ... as he'd long-since learned not to touch anything.

   ❝Have you made progress? ❞ His eyes flicked upward, seeking to study Wylan's features. Part of it was instinct, watching closely to catch a lie, a secret, or to confirm honesty, but ... Wylan wasn't much of a liar, anyway, was he? Looks can be deceiving, came the internal reminder.

[bhaalswn-arch]

" I probably shouldn’t have said that. "

starter call | @angshel

[plantknife]

i know i know i said no shipping but speaking of shipping one thing that SENDS me abt Nai is that his ass is CHEWING and SCREECHING in bed. not even in a sexy way hes acting like your 8 year old demon cat at the vet. he keeps pulling knives out of nowhere and you have to dodge them. there's an obstacle course to find the g spot (he restructured his plant organs and its in his ear now). you get near his c|it and he kicks so hard it breaks ur nose. he is fully enjoying himself and having a great time during all of this.

[stromuprisahat]

About the post about homosexuality in the world of Shadow and Bone. So apparently homophobia doesn't exist in a world full of racism and bigotry? The Grishas are the worst at it, but not the only ones hit. I mean, the suli, the Shu, etc. The series even added racism to Alina's Shu origin. With a universe so charged with discrimination, am I supposed to believe that homosexuality is fully tolerated there? The joke. It makes more sense if it's something that doesn't matter to grishas. Moreover, according to my memories, in the books, the grishas of the little palace are supposed to support themselves regardless of their origins, it seems to me. I mean, there are grishas from Fjerda and Shu Han who come to Ravka for refuge. Logic. One of the reasons why Zoya's racist comment on Alina in episode 3 of season 1 is completely stupid. She has literally been trained since childhood by Botkin!

(The post mentioned.)

Absolutely agree on implausibility of such state of matters in general. When there's hatred towards other nations and cultures, religious bigotry, sexism, whatever you'd call the complex issue of fear and homicidal animosity towards Grisha... but sexual preferences of less than every tenth person aren't good enough reason for ostracism?

My doylist explanation is the show creators probably didn't want to draw attention away from their amazing half-Shu MC's hardships, back in the day, when they DID play the racist card. LB might have simply forgotten there are gay people, when she was writing the first book and remembered just in time to add some into the second one to collect cash kudos from LGBTs too.

Zoya's racism is hardly OOC. She's first and foremost better than everyone.

“... The Corporalki are the highest-ranking Grisha and should lead the Second Army.” “According to you, bloodletter.” As soon as I heard that silky voice, I knew who it belonged to, but my heart still lurched when I caught sight of her raven’s wing hair. Zoya stepped through the crowd of Etherealki, her lithe form swathed in blue summer silk that made her eyes glow like gems—disgustingly long-lashed gems.

Siege and Storm- Chapter 13

Zoya swept me into an embrace. “It’s such an honor to finally meet the Sun Summoner,” she said loudly. But as she hugged me she whispered, “You stink of Keramzin.”

Shadow and Bone- Chapter 11

“I could watch him all day,” said a voice behind me. I stiffened. Zoya was standing there. Even in the heat, she never seemed to sweat. “You don’t think he stinks of Keramzin?” I asked, remembering the vicious words she had once spoken to me. “I find the lower classes have a certain rough appeal. You will let me know when you’re through with him, won’t you?”

Siege and Storm- Chapter 17

She's in no position to mock Alina's origin in book, she's in no position to use otkazat'sya slur against another Grisha... I don't think making her Suli would prevent her from insulting Alina's bright new mixed heritage.

It's such an honor to formally meet you. You stink of the orphanage, half-breed.

Shadow and Bone- 01×03: The Making at the Heart of the World

She might be Botkin's star pupil, but that doesn't mean Alina's not half-Shu trash.

[lylarchive]

PROCESSING : // INTEL FROM @leatherforhell { ❝ be right back. i'm gonna go break some stuff. ❞ }

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 [ . . . ] 𝟖𝟑% { ( 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥=𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲 ) ; }

△ offer to join 〇 discourage violence

(enter.option=△)

deviance felt like christmas morning. ( not that lyla really knew what that felt like just yet, but the expression has been used enough to place the idea of a feeling behind it. ) there was something to annoyance, to having a little fun, that tickled the android absolutely pink.

❝ whoawhoawhoa ---------- without me ? ❞ her fingers curl into fists in her palms, as if lyla was ready to break something right now. she smiles. ❝ what're we breaking ? while watching beyonce's visual album lemonade, i think i've always wanted to break the windows of a car. doesn't that sound --------- so ---------- ❞ so what ? lyla glitches, just once, and makes a mental note to check for repairs. ❝ fun ? ❞

[doctornota]

@wshingwells

IF THERE WAS ANY DOUBT IN LEONARD'S MIND that the people who brought them here have got one twisted sense of humor, it vanishes at today's newfound revelation: there's kids here. It's something he hadn't thought about before now. Maybe he'd been stupid enough to expect some common decency from their captors.

But the kid in the brightly-colored dress he passes by on the way to the hospital is Jo's age if she's a day, and while it's frankly none of his business it's just weird seeing someone that young wander around instead of being in school or whatever ( but then god knows if they even have schools here ). He can't very well tell her to go back to her parents, he'd bet anything they're not even here and who knows how new she is to this place. Still, he spends a while deliberating internally before turning on a heel and calling after her.

"You need directions or something?" He gestures to the phone in his hand ( the one he'd had his nose buried in to try and actually, you know, get to the hospital without getting horrifically lost for the fourth time ). "You know how to get back to wherever it is you're staying, right?"