#miz-chase

[galwithalibrarycard]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!! I make no promises but if I DID draw something for you, what would it be? -miz

Thank you!!!!! No pressure at all, but I would love f!Booth rescuing Brennan in Two Bodies in the Lab, or B Cubed or Brengela fluff!

[renee561]

46 or 11 for the settings prompt for Booth & Brennan plzzz - miz

@miz-chase

46 or 11 was classroom setting or back of a cab (I believe) it's been a hot minute.

So, this actually starts off Skirt Our Line, and it's still a rough draft, so the whole vibe is a little off but a little sneaky sneaky for you

She kept her eyes forward, her focus on the end of her lecture, her posture as relaxed as she could make it.

She recognized one of the agents standing in her lecture hall and she didn’t like it.

Not at all.

She dismissed her students and watched the two approach as she tucked her papers back into her messenger bag, avoiding eye contact as best she could.

“Dr. Brennan, you’re a difficult woman to find,” the blonde woman said, but Temperance's eyes moved from her task to where the man—who looked uncomfortable—stood with his hands on his hips, his Cocky belt buckle peeking from below his FBI suit jacket.

Good. This was an unfortunate and uncomfortable situation. At least he felt just as uncomfortable.

“I don’t intend to aide in an investigation that Agent Booth is leading. I made that clear the last time the FBI approached me with their request. My answer has not changed in the six months since.”

She knew the line, he should too It was after all his line

She was good at compartmentalizing, he was not.

She even went as far as taking a dig out of the country to make sure she remembered.

The blonde woman looked at him, and his casual shrug at the other agent at his side made Temperance irritated.

He was too calm about this.

“I’m Special Agent Payton Perotta, I’ll be taking the lead if you agree to help us with the set of remains that were found, Dr. Brennan. The Deputy Director knows about your unwillingness to work with Agent Booth on investigation matters. You come highly recommended by the New York Coroner and the US District Attorney and a few other sources. He wants to make sure that they aren't blowing wind up his sail.”

She didn’t know what that meant by that turn of phrase at the end, but she understood the first part.

“So you’re going to be taken the credit for the end result?” She asked bluntly.

She looked at him and he smiled at her, his charming one.

She wanted to punch it off his face.

She didn’t want to be working with subpar agents. He knew this.

The woman had the foresight to look as upset at her blunt question as Temperance was about someone else taking credit for a case that was originally someone else's.

Originally Booth’s.

He shouldn't need to get this other agent involved. If he just—

“Shared credit, Bones, but since you won’t work with me, Agent Perotta was asked to be brought in because the remains aren’t recognizable, too decomposed, and you're the best.” It was a quiet admission, and she knew it cost him.

She looked at him with a raised brow.

Did they know why I wouldn't?

He barely moved his head in the negative.

She had a hard time understanding most cues, but not from Booth. She relaxed more than she was pretending to be since she saw them at the end of her hall.

Good at least that was still the case.

His ludicrious line wasn't going to be crossed.

“Deputy Director Cullen didn’t say, nor has Agent Booth why you won’t work with him. Would you care to explain why?”

She looked at the blond agent and pursed her lips, “No. I’ll help the FBI with this case. Have the body and evidence sent to the Jeffersonian, Agent Perotta. Agent Booth, don’t you have anything else to do?”

She needed him to leave if she was going to do this.

He smiled tightly before he left.

“What did Booth do to piss you off, Doctor? Give you a nickname?”

“He is the typical alpha-male and I do not work for alpha-males. The nickname is the least of the reasons that I won’t work with him, but it is one of them.”

She didn’t do nicknames. Yet he insisted on using that nickname anyway.

The agent nodded and Brennan couldn’t believe she was doing this, she didn’t want to do this but she knew it would eventually happen.

Everything eventually happened or so she was reminded…repeatedly. Especially considering who recommended her.

She did owe Caroline a favor, this was going to go a long way with the puckish attorney.

[katebeckets]

Temperance Brennan! -miz

♡ — I love her character arc soooo much. Like it's been a while since I watched early seasons and truly thought about her, but oh my gosh, she was so alone and holding so much pain and I love love love that we get to see her learning to open up again and that she has the courage to do so.

✘ — I honestly don't know... I think sometimes she chooses to say things that hurt others instead of trying to be more open or understanding because of her own fear (like early season 7 when she and Booth are learning how to be a couple) and I don't love those moments. I

send me a character!

[mizmatched]

spoilers for pjo ep 8

so somethings that i really liked about this ep in no particular order are

luke ASKING percy to join him. in the books he goes straight to murder, i double checked, in the show he actually asks percy!!! and we get percy's moral questioning, debating between the major faults hes seen with the gods to the recent interaction he had with his dad. percy asks himself who he is loyal to, his father or luke. and if lukes shoes hadn't been so murderous, or if percy's father had been a little less kind percy would have taken luke's side. but he chose his father. and we got to actually see this split second decision and the events that led up to it.

annabeth SEEING the betrayal. this was HEART WRENCHING. this addition might take away from annabeths internal debate about her trust of luke in the next few seasons, because she gets to see in person luke's attempt to kill percy. she ONLY revealed herself to save percy, and while i really think annabeth would have attempted to bargain with luke first, the reveal shows how she was probably waiting with baited breath to see if luke was actually going to betray them. she was probably even convinced by luke's speech until he threatened percy.

percy apologizing for hurting luke, this was the most in character thing for tlt!percy. he was truly heart broken by lukes betrayal. he looked up to luke so much, and although he was willing to fight, he was NEVER trying to hurt. he cared so much. his apologies broke my heart. he was still so loyal to luke despite everything. lukes violence and rage felt all the more terrifying after percy apologized. the juxtaposition of percy apologizing and luke going for the kill made percy really feel like a 12 year old kid. i also, while ill miss the scorpion, really like the decision to have luke try to kill percy, as it seems more personal.

ANNABETH GIVING PERCY THE NECKLACE. no other comments. just cold hearted, prideful, annabeth from ep 1 becoming trusting, caring annabeth from ep 8 whose terrified to see her only real friend of her own making go.

[arrowgirll13]

I love when @miz-chase makes things gay (or gayer!!!!)

gay bones for the win!!

Wouldn't Bones be better if Booth was a lady?

[kindalikerackham]

@miz-chase this is your fault

Concerned best friend hot on her heels, Temperance Brennan strode towards her computer and peered at the screen.

"I'm telling you, sweetie, it's okay to be torn up about Booth and his cutie reporter."

Diverting her attention from verifying the results of a fractured ulna, Brennan looked up. "Yes, I know in times when a woman loses a prospective mate, it's customary to enter a period of mourning. You've referred to that period as 'cry-your-heart-out' before. While I recognize it's useful for many women in contemporary society, I find no need to engage in that period. I am simply happy for him to have found a suitable partner."

Angela sighed. "Brennan, being happy for him doesn't mean you can't also be sad for yourself. You lived your life in that will-they won't-they for years. And he's not doing that with you anymore."

"I'm not sure what "will-they won't-they" means in this context, but I can say with certainty that I am quite pleased by Booth's choice in romantic partner."

She shook her head in disbelief. "C'mon, Bren! Surely that makes it worse! She's the whole enchilada: hot, driven, funny, and did I mention hot? I've even had to tug on Hodgins chain to keep him from slobbering all over her." She collected herself. "The point is, sweetie, that it's okay to be hurt, okay?"

Brennan's smile had widened with Angela's description of her rival, and she inclined her head. "I agree; she posses excellent attributes, including a very symmetrical face and an aesthetically pleasing female musculature." Brennan increased her nod, appreciative. "She must keep a very reasonable diet and exercise routine."

As Brennan went on, Angela felt her face slide into a familiar expression halfway between incredulity and a wince. "Yeah, I'm sure she does, honey. Just know I'm here for you."

Brennan had already redirected most of her focus to the ulna. "Oh, don't worry; I do."

--

After leaving her hopeless friend, Angela was set up in her own office, but even a half hour on, something was bothering her, something lingering from that conversation.

She knew Brennan, and she knew that no matter how many walls she'd built, she wouldn't just be okay with Booth seriously dating, let alone be genuinely enthusiastic.

She pictured Brennan in her mind's eye. Discussing Hannah, Bren's shoulders had relaxed while her eyes widened with sincerity. That was pretty typical Brennan emphasis posture. It often leaked a whisper of hurt Brennan was repressing, but. It didn't. Not today.

Her eyes...

Something about her eyes.

While discussing Hannah's "symmetry" and "musculature," those eyes had a little oomph, a little spark. Her eyes had these little zings of excitement.

Wait, excitement? Rewind.

The image in her head wavered, then snapped into place.

Angela's jaw dropped.

No way.

That wasn't excitement. At least, not the same excitement Brennan emanated while discovering the origins of an ancient microfracture. Not the scientist's excitement, oh no.

This was 5 drinks deep, pointing out a hot 6 pack across the club kind of excitement.

This was relaying Hacker's significant dinner charms kind of excitement.

This. Was bragging about Booth excitement.

Her girl had a crush.

On her soulmate's girlfriend.

And suddenly, Angela was tingling with possibilities.

[whydontyousaeso]

“Dashing”

Dashing era Cody Rhodes x reader

Warnings- swearing

Type- Enemies to lovers

A/n- haha so guess what the wheel chose(I screamed when it landed on Cody). Tbh I’ve been obsessed with his dashing era recently so this was perfect for me. Next will be tattooed in your brain pt 5! So be on the lookout for that!

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

“Hey y/n, you’re gonna be in a mixed tag team match against Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan”

“Okay, with who?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, you’ve got an hour before the match”

And with that the producer walked away.

You sighed, frustrated with the lack of answers.

It could literally be anyone, the miz, Randy orton, hell— even Batista.

You normally didn’t like mixed tag team matches, but you couldn’t stop what the people booked for you.

“There you are, I was wondering if you were purposely running away from me.”

Fuck.

You turned to see Mr “Dashing” Cody Rhodes standing there.

How pleasant.

“A little birdie told me that we were working together for the match tonight.”

“Well that same little birdie forgot to tell you to fuck off.”

“Hey hey, no need to be so hostile. We’re both in the same boat here.”

You rolled your eyes and grabbed your bag with your ring gear in it.

“I’m gonna go get ready. Don’t bother me until the match Rhodes.”

“Trust me, if there’s anyone I listen to it’s gonna be you baby doll.”

You huffed as you finished your hair, seeing the hour turn into fifteen minutes.

You were really dreading this.

“What’s wrong Y/n?”

You looked over at AJ

“I have to do a match with Cody”

“Wait seriously?”

“Yes and he’s a prick! He just cares about how he looks”

“But he looks good y/n! Come on you can’t be atleast a little attracted to him!”

You rolled your eyes.

Every diva was obsessed with him.

You didn’t see the appeal.

“Come on, he seriously looks good!”

You shook your head.

“I just want this match to be I’ve already.”

You came out first, making your way to the ring while Cody did his entrance.

You watched him, and in reality he did look good today, but you still hated his guts.

As he made his way onto the apron he winked at you, causing you to scoff.

Unfortunately you had to act like you liked him.

You turned your attention to the other two making their entrance.

They had just started dating recently, so of course they had to feed the crowd with lovey stuff.

You watched Bryan twirl her around and dip her, kissing her on her lips.

“Hey, you think that could be us?”

You turned to see Cody looking at you and smirking.

“Are you seriously trying to get laid while our match is about to start?”

He just shrugged with that shit eating grin.

“You’re unbelievable Cody.”

“Here is your winners, Dashing Cody Rhodes and Y/n!”

You stood up after pinning Brie, a smirk on your face.

Cody slid into the ring and reached out, but you turned away quickly.

“Come on y/n, I’m not that bad really.”

You shook your head and held up your hand with the ref, quickly getting out afterwards.

You saw him follow you, chasing quickly.

He wasn’t gonna let up any time soon.

You tried to make your way backstage as soon as possible, but it was like he just kept following you.

When you finally did make it you turned towards him, upset.

“I’ve done told you no, what do you not understand Rhodes?”

You grabbed your things quickly and started making your way out, hearing him chase after you.

“I know that you’re also extremely stubborn. I don’t chase after women surprisingly.”

“Then what are you doing now?”

“Okay I am chasing after you now but it’s because I’m genuinely attracted to you y/n.”

You shook your head and turned around, facing him and his smirk.

“What will make you leave me alone.”

“Let me take you on a date now. It doesn’t have to be long but please.”

You looked at his facial expressions, despite that shit eating grin you could tell he was desperate.

“Fine. I’ll be ready in thirty minutes.”

You met Cody outside, he was gonna be the one driving you.

“Ready pretty lady?”

“Let’s get this over with.”

He took your bags from you and helped you get in the car.

Atleast he was a gentleman.

The car ride was mostly silent, he would ask a question or two and you would give a single word answer.

When you guys got to the restaurant, it seemed to change.

It was like he dropped the fuck boy persona and was just a normal guy.

“What’s with this?”

“What do you mean?”

“You just drop the persona to woo someone?”

“You know how it is, if I’m not that I’m no one there y/n.”

You shrugged.

“I get that, but seriously you choose that?”

“It was the best I could come up with.”

“I don’t believe that.”

You felt the hate you had slowly slip away.

Damn him.

“I could say the same thing about you.”

“It’s only because of the attitude you had. I didn’t like it.”

He chuckled and crossed his arms.

“I’ve got a chance now?”

“Thin ice”

“That’s better than in the river drowning.”

“You taking me home after this?”

“I can do more then that”

“Don’t push it Rhodes”

“I had to take my shot somewhere”

You shook your head and chuckled, watching the waiter as your food came out.

He wasn’t bad at all.

As he helped you out of the car at your house you gave him a small smile.

“Thanks for dinner Cody.”

“It’s nothing, sorry I annoyed the shit out of you at the show.”

You laughed.

“I think it’s okay now.”

You smiled bigger snd pulled him closer to you, pulling him down slightly and kissing him on his lips.

Surprisingly his lips were soft on yours, and he knew what he was doing.

He didn’t grab your waist, but instead held your face gently with one hand and your hand in the other.

You pulled back and kissed his cheek.

“We’re gonna have to do this again Cody, you gotta let me know though.”

He smiled from ear to ear, letting you walk to your door.

“I most definitely will.”

[release-the-sheep]

thanks to @domini-porter and @miz-chase I am consumed with medieval rizzles thoughts and specifically I am thinking about medieval french and even more specifically I am thinking about the word gué. which is pronounced how you might expect it to be pronounced in the context of the medieval thoughts I am having and the person I am. it doesn't really mean anything it's kinda just an exclamation or a flavour word for poetry and song. but. heh.

[galwithalibrarycard]

trick or treat???? -miz

@miz-chase Alas, I don't have enough of the Celia Booth season five fic written to share any more snippets without spoiling everything I've written so far. But I did find a little unfinished Angela drabble from the vault for you!

Love is fleeting. That's what Angela's always believed. But just because it ends, it doesn't mean the love was any less real. Brennan once told her, you can love a lot of people in your life, but there's only one person you love the most. She had no problem with saying those words, usually. Sporadic phone calls with her father often ended on an "I love you, dad." She told Brennan she loved her all the time, her best friend, her sister. She held Michael Vincent close and whispered the words every night before she put him to bed. It had been easy enough to say it to romantic partners at first. She'd said it to her first high school boyfriend, right before he dumped her. She said it to Roxie the night she sat for the painting, the night that Roxie's color-stained hands had traveled across her body, softly, artist's hands tracing across her breasts and dipping down along her torso, and further. Then, a few months later, she broke Roxie's heart. She told Grayson she loved him, when they burned together in the darkness of the ocean, in Fiji. He said it back, moaned it, his deep voice rumbling through her as she cried out her pleasure. The next day they left the island on separate boats. She said it to Hodgins, a thousand times. In Cleopatra's bed, while he stroked her hair and handed back a lost earring. On date nights, random moments in the lab, or her office, or the Ookey Room. After the tough cases, the ones that shook them to their cores.

[renee561]

What are your rare-pairs?? -miz

Ah @miz-chase , my friend my friend there are many of them. But I shall tell you the few that plague me:

OUAT:

RedCricket

Sleepingwarrior

Cursed!Gold/Mary Margret

Granny/Gepetto/Gepetto's wife (OC)

Granny/Gepetto's wife (OC)

Alan Rickman Movies:

Karen (Loathe Actually) Trevor/Sinclair Bryant (Bleach my Eyes)

Jane Austen:

Edward Ferrars/Mary Bennet

Mary Bennet/Georgina Darcy

Margret Dashwood/Alice Kingslish (Alice in Wonderland 2010)

Marianne Dashwood/Self-respect

Bones:

Agent Perotta/Camille Saroyan

Agent Perotta/Rebecca (Yes Booth's ex)

Gordon Wyatt/Donald "Ducky" Mallard

Rebecca/ Jack Hodgins

[ganondoodle]

had another thought (oh dear) about sage abilities, specifically koga

i think the yiga teleport while cool, could lead to alot of problems with puzzles and render other things useless; so i thought, what if he gives you the ability to summon a bunch of koga clones? its like what miz kyoshia does so it serves as yet another connection to the ancient shiekah ways and the yiga, its something unique to koga (he does it in his bossfight in the rewrite), still kinda fits the shadow theme and, most importantly, fills the role of the sages in canon totk in my rewrite you dont have them glitching all around you at all times but summon their ability through the wheel selection thingy and aim it directly (no more chasing after sages and no annoying woop sage got knocked over while charging and you gotta start it again LOOKING AT YOU RIJU) and while you have zelda as a permanent companion and in the sage dungeon the according sage, thats still only two, so the clones would be useful as a distraction for enemies and serve as extra combat support for however long they last

it would also be a bit more spectacular which fits koga well imo

(still unsure about what to do about the spirit sage but im gonna draw a test ability wheel and sort out the other stuff and see whats doable; i really wanna give zelda the light laser too bc hell yeah go girl do some DAMAGE)

[cleolinda]

"Strength (Bell Donner Gives Her Word)"

I posted this short story on LJ back in 2007, and I said I'd repost it here for Halloween. I did an audio reading 15 (!) years ago that I'd like to redo in better quality in the near future; I'm also curious to see what it would sound like now that I'm the age I imagined the main character to be. This version is lightly revised, but the story is mostly the same.

That fall a number of people in Chesterville were mauled to death by some kind of wild dog or coyote—the kind that apparently wasn’t too afraid to go right up to people as they took out their trash at night, or let their own tame, domestic dog out not too long after dawn. But it was a small town out in the sticks, verging on farm territory: quiet. Not like a wild animal was marauding up and down Times Square or anything. Not like it was in plain view. So people just started being more careful—not venturing out alone until midday, or not venturing out at all without a loaded shotgun—and things were all right for a while. Then, in late October, the animal came back, and this time, someone survived.

An old lady by the name of Edna Mayhew—well, yes, she lost her arm from the elbow down, but she came out of it a damn sight better than any of those who’d come before her. And she said that it was a wolf, definitely a wolf, but it had come at her on two legs, and when she had smacked it in the face with a veiny little fist, it had held her down with two arms and bitten her forearm clean off. The only thing that saved her, she declared, was her neighbor Bill “Thursday” Thurston, who had heard her screaming and come out with both barrels blazing. He claimed that the thing he saw ran away on four legs, but that it was, in fact, Goddamn Huge. This was about the time that that new photo of Bigfoot lumbering around on all fours came out, which several professors and scientists swore up and down was just a bear with mange. Eddie at the Red Brick printed out the picture and taped it up by the bar, and the next time Thursday came in for a beer, he said, yeah, the thing he chased off Miz Mayhew kinda looked like that. Maybe it was a wolf with mange. Mange was a terrible thing, after all. He’d managed to hit it with at least one shot, though, so he didn’t think it’d trouble people too much after that.

So, going into November, that was where things stood. Whatever it was, it had mange, and it had probably gone off and died quiet somewhere. Bell Donner wasn’t terribly worried about it when she went outside one morning to get more wood for her kiln. She threw artisan pottery out on a little farm a few miles to the west of Chesterville anyway; every week or so, she’d go into town for groceries, mail out her online orders, maybe stop at the Brick for a burger and a drink, and hear what was to be heard. She had little to tell about herself, but folks like to tell their stories, and she knew Miz Mayhew from the post office. She learned that people were keeping their guns out, their doors locked, and their pets inside; she heard the recitation of tales. But whatever the thing that Bill Thurston shot had been, it and its mange were not likely to bother Bell. Or so she thought, until that morning when she was piling kindling into the crook of her arm, looked up, and saw it standing at the edge of the yard.

It didn’t have a human face, but it was standing—on two long, lanky legs that curved back into hocks like a dog’s. One—arm?—was held close to its belly. Probably protecting wherever Thursday shot it, thought Bell, her brains feeling thick and logy. That was the best reaction she could dredge up: Yeah, six-foot man-shaped wolf thing hunched over in my yard, probably not feeling too good right now. It didn’t have a human face, but it did have a very human expression—desperate, she thought, and cranky. Maybe resentful, even. And hungry.

Bell put down her armful of kindling and picked the axe back up.

The thing staggered forward a step or two. It was still a good twenty feet away.

“Go on, now,” she said. “Get. Ain’t nothin’ here you want.”

The thing gazed at her, its eyes watching the axe; it almost seemed to—calculate? She’d seen it, after all, and it was hungry. A human murderer wouldn’t have let her live, and this wasn’t even human.

Bell hardened her voice and rode over a quaver like it was a speedbump: “Go on now. I won’t tell nobody if you just go.” It was on the tip of her tongue to offer it some food—she had a pot roast from the other night, and she was still knee-deep in leftovers—and then she thought, You dumbass, you feed it once and you’ll never get rid of it. “G’on now,” she said, her hands tight on the axe handle. “Just get. You got my word. I won’t tell nobody.”

It was still standing there, reckoning. And then it stepped back, making a tactical withdrawal into the brush at the back of the yard. She saw it drop back down on four legs and lope away awkwardly towards the thicket out behind the farm, a scrubby bit of forest that led into some of the foothills. Probably some good caves in there, she thought. The wolf-thing wasn’t the only one out there who could calculate. And when the attacks started in Chesterville again, and then moved a bit north—northeast of Bell’s farm, and then back down to Chesterville, and then southeast of her farm, and then back to town again—she knew it was being careful. It knows better than to shit where it eats, she thought to herself. Or eat where it slept, more precisely, but the saying held the same. There were some people at the sheriff’s office who probably would have given a lot to know about a thicket in the foothills west of Chesterville, particularly since Edna Mayhew was still the only survivor. But Bell Donner had given her word; she valued her word almost as much as she valued her life, and they were pretty much the same thing in this case, she decided. After all, it’s one thing to know where something lives. It’s another when something knows where you live, and a deal was a deal where Bell Donner came from.

[miz-chase]

In the mood for Hole in the Heart clothes snugglings to go with my Hole in the Heart fic

[emily-prentits]

Rules: shuffle your repeat playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people

tagged by @queer-boo-radley!

Prelude 12/21 - AFI

Black Eye - Allie X

Cool With Your Girlfriend - Kennie

Chemtrails Over the Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Pandemonium - NIKI

Perfect Places - Lorde

Eye of the Untold Her - Lindsey Stirling

Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter

Slim Pickins - Sabrina Carpenter

HOT TO GO! - Chappell Roan

no pressure tagging: @crime-wives @byulyi @lisascumslut78 @peridotglimmer @miz-chase

@haeva @jackie-shitposts @flyingpotstickers and anyone else who would like to! i can't think of any more mutuals lol

[kindalikerackham]

heterosexual will-they won't-theys in TV always have this air of inevitability, this When Harry Met Sally-esque "men and women can't be friends with each other, the sex thing always gets in the way." It's a blanket of respectable safety in these fantasies. Of course Scully and Mulder end up together Of course Rachel and Ross. Of course Harry and Sally.

It's not like that when you're queer. When it's two men or two women

Perhaps you slot right into place next to each other. Perhaps no one's ever been like this for you. Perhaps you feel hopelessly emotionally entangled, leaning on them more than anyone else. Perhaps there is a gasp between you when you're a little too close. Perhaps they feel the same.

And perhaps you're just the bestest of friends

. I am Thinking about @miz-chase 's lady-booth A Lot on this day

[neurodiversebones]

Trans booth is my real agenda, being so fixated on masc presentation to the point of literally wearing a cocky belt buckle, self-conscious about lack of body hair, very attentive any potentially non-masc behaviors to the point of things like “guy-hug”

Young Seeley Booth, just wanting to be strong and brave like his father the soldier. Young Seeley Booth, attentive at the barber shop, cutting his own hair to prove to his dad he was ready to do more than sweep haircuttings. Young Seeley Booth, hiding with his Aunt Ruth when his father gets violent after seeing Seeley buzzed away his long hair. Young Seeley Booth, bulking up to protect his mom and baby brother, doing everything he can to seem Tough and Strong. Regulation standards in the military and then the FBI giving him a uniform to hide behind, the Gender Rules clear and ordered.

Brennan, in their first case, giving him encouragement to step outside of this hyper-masc wall he’s built around himself, let in the silly ties and socks. To soften up, stop being openly hostile to anything which doesn’t fit the norm he aggressively tries to adhere to. Realize he’s fought so hard to make himself fit in with Correct Masculinity that he doesn’t even know what to do when faced with Hodgins, Zach, and Sweets. He tries to ‘help’ Zach by encouraging him to ‘man up’ and realizes all he’s done is hurt Zach and hurt Brennan.

Trans booth tho 🥺 -miz-chase

THIS IS SUCH AN OLD ASK BUT I THINK THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IVE SEEN IT AND ? 💗💗 YES THIS IS SO GOOD AND SO COOL