#jeffersonian history

[greendomine]

listening to Manifest Destiny: The Lewis & Clark Musical Adventure while i edited this bcuz im silly

[fallenangelontheceiling]

I’m pretty sure there was only ONE woman…

[fashionsfromhistory]

Dress

c.1825

Probably the United States

Museum at FIT (Object number: 2007.41.1)

[marzipanandminutiae]

Do you think they'd call this period in English history the Charles era or would it be more like the Post Second Elizbethian era?

Unclear. It didn't always go by monarch's name, in the past- sure, you had the Victorian era and the Georgian era before it, but you also have what we now call the Restoration era, and the sub-era of the Regency within Georgian, and the Tudor era named for a royal family rather than a specific monarch- though I have heard the term "Henrician" batted around for Henry VIII's reign. I still have to keep looking up what "Jacobean" comes from, because I always forget the exact explanation (James in Latin is Jacobeus, and the king was James I). I've also heard terms like "Thatcher-era," and of course after Edwardian you get periods named for historical events or attitudes on both sides of the pond: WWI, the Roaring Twenties, the Depression, WWII, etc.

(Shoutout to Regency for being extra-confusing: the literal English Regency was in the middle of stylistic/social period we use the term for. It was 1811-1820, but the aesthetics, media, and manners we think of as "Regency" span roughly the 1790s through 1830.)

Charles I's reign was called the Caroline or Carolean era, also from the Latin version of his name. So maybe, going by monarch's names, this is the second Caroline era?

[i-like-old-things]

Throwback to when I gave Jefferson a 24% (out of 100) as president 

[theaologies]

I love bones and I love that sometimes they don’t even begin to bother photoshopping the California Science Center logo off “The Jeffersonian”

[shelbgrey]

Dating Lance Sweets Headcanons:

Paring: Lance Sweets x Hodgins!Reader

Summary: Headcanons about Lance dating Hodgins' little sister.

A/n: I'm on a roll with my Lance content, I love this man. Also there might be some nsfw content so be aware.

🩵MasterList 🩵Dating Lance mood board

I think you guys would be clueless to your feelings, like they're obviously there and everyone can see It expect you two.

You two became best friend first and guys spent so much time trying to get Booth and Bones together, you didn't relize the feeling you had for each other.

Booth noticed first, the leangering glances Lance would give you, how his eyes would light up everytime you entered to room. In Booth's words Lance was a love-sick puppy.

You were just the same, your brother Hodgins knows you like the back of his hand so he'd notice how you'll smile when you talk about Lance or how you just turn bright red in his presence.

You kinda just always had missed opportunities and your friends were getting sick of it, your the 'mom' of the group dispite you being one of the youngest, so your always trying to help everyone else find their happiness.

“why don't you just tell him how your feel?” Angela asked one day. You didn't know how to respond.

He confessed first... It was on the day he thought he was gonna lose you forever. The Gravedigger buried you in the car with Hodgins.

He didn't leave your side when you got taken to the hospital. “please don't leave me... I love everything about you even the things I don't like.. God I love you”

The rest was history... You guys ended up together quicker than Bones and Booth... Apparently there was a bet going around the Jeffersonian on which couples would end up together first, I'll tell ya Cam lost a butt load of money to Hodgins.

Anyway, he's the Sweetest boyfriend you'll ever find. Your the best thing that ever happened to him.

It won't take long for him to open up about his time in foster care and the abuse he endored. You'd hold him as a few stray tears would leave his eyes.

He would talk about the parents he did end up with in the end a lot. The older couple showed him what love was and he was greatful for it. He'd always say how much his adopted mother would love you. “she would have loved you”

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

There's a lot of neck and forehead kisses being handed out by this man. He loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and just trail soft kisses down your neck.

He loves it when you kiss him on the cheek It's always innocent and loving, and a quick way to love on him even if you're in public or at work.

We can't gloss over the nose, It's super cute gester he loves doing. He thinks is adorable to watch your nose scrunch it up when he press his lips to it, but that just makes you cuter in his eyes.

And maybe he'll just nuzzle his nose to yours... I think it's Eskimo kisses or something, whatever it is it's a cute motion of love he loves doing.

He can be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

Sometimes if your not busy at the Jeffersonian he'll call you up so you can keep him company in his office, you'll just curl up in his lap while he dose paper work.

He loves it when you curl up on his lap and loves it when your fingers run through his hair or massage his scalp while he's working or your just cuddling.

He hangs out at your office in the Jeffersonian a lot too, sometimes he could be pest(you'll never tell him that nor will you tell him to go away) but you love the company and he's always there to help you with evidence.

Oh, since he's a Shrink is basically impossible for you to lie to him, but he's easy to talk to. I think that you talking to him as your boyfriend and not a psychiatrist helps a lot too.

“I know when your lying”

“because your and Shrink or because your my boyfriend?”

“both” he responded.

God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.

He loves your eyes, He loves how innocent and beautiful they looked, they're so gentle to him.

When he talks about you, they just know he's in love. Booth tease him saying he has drool or heart eyes.

“Booth, did you know she has like five smiles?”

“is this a Shrink thing or 'I'm so in love' thing?” he'll ask but still want to know. He's happy Lance finally found someone.

“she has this one smile when she finds something funny and there's one when she's just talking about her friends.. There's this cute little smile she gets when I compliment her... It's my favorite, she's cute when she gets all shy”

He's very protective of you, he not a violent person in the slightest but if someone caused you harm he'll tear the world down.

He's so afraid of losing you, your the best thing that's ever happened to him and he doesn't want to screw it up. Of course he doesn't have to worry about that.

Your always resuring him that your always gonna be by his side. With that I think he's secretary insecure, he's never really had anyone drool over him like girls do Booth, so your always telling him how handsome he is.

“your so Handsome, have I ever told you that?”

He just the same way with you, always telling you your perfect or beautiful. Sometimes you feel a little bit out of his league, but there's no one he'd rather be with than you.

He leaves love notes every where for you to find, sometimes it will be on your mirror, sometimes in the book your reading at the time, no matter what your always finding his sweet messages.

You have a folder in your office with every single post-it, scratch paper, card, anything with a love note you kept.

It's the small things that matter most. He loves dancing with you to your favorite songs. It brings a softer side to your guys chaoic lives.

Your Song is 'Can't help falling in love' by Elvis Presley.

He teaches you how to play chess, you show interest in playing the game after watching him play dozens of them during a case involving a chess club. You would copy his stratagies, but you still couldn't really figure it out. He beat you everytime.

He finds it both frustrating and adorable that you have nicknames for the pieces. The most famous ones are 'little horseys' or 'the skinny castles'

Sometimes he'll let you win just so he can see you smile and do a little victory dance.

“how about we play checkers, I'm good at checkers” you said dumping the chess board.

You beat him at checkers everytime.

You love hearing him play piano, he'll learn your favorite songs and play them for you. You talked him into teaching you how to play, it's a great way for you to spend time together.

But if he's in the right mood he'll mess with you.

“I can't concentrate when you do that” you laughed. He was standing behind you while his hands moved around you. “doing what?” he said, kissing your neck.

He goes all out with dates rather if it's a night out or in. If it's a movie night he'll get all your favorite snacks and movies and make a comfy theater for you to cuddle in. If it's a night out he'll take you anywhere your heart desires.

A/n: this is just my headcanon for me and him: he'll remember the small things, like you mentioned you loved Elvis and have never be to Graceland. This man will keep the trip a secret, make sure you both have time off work and he'll suprise you. Hell, he might even propose to you there.

He has alot of nicknames for you, but the most common one is Baby or Honey.

Your nickname for him is Sweetie or Sweetheart, it goes with his last name and you refuse to call him Lancealot.

Speaking of Lancelot... The girl that calls him that causes a bit of commotions for you. Daisy had a huge crush on him(in this universe they never dated) and she's tied her hardest to be with him. Lance is faithful to you and told her fermly that he'd never betray you. She didn't let up for a while and even tried to use your inncecurites against you.

After Lance saw your tears and heard you question everything he quickly put a stop to everything.

He'll notice the little things, like how the only gummies you'll eat is gummy sharks. You don't like the worms because they remind you of snakes and the bears are too cute to eat.

Speaking of sharks and the ocean, Angela made you a vertical aquarium for the screen in your office after the case involving the lion fish.

Sometimes you and Lance will set infront of it relaxing while you watch the fish.

If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to be the little spoon. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.

You love his curls and you'll play with his hair any chance you get. It's a very comfterting feeling to him so he's neve apposed to it.

I don't think he'd waist much time when it comes to proposing to you. He knew you were the one the second he met you, of course he'll let your relationship grow and strangthen but he'd definitely bought a ring seven months into the relationship.

He'll carry the ring around everywhere too, without you knowing too. If there's a perfect moment to do it he'll have it on hand.

And you know Booth helped him pick out the ring.

Speaking of Booth and Bones, those to took you under their wings, Booth is your best friend and your adopted big brother. Temperance loves you to and you got her permission to call her Bones.

NSFW headcanons:

He tries his hardest to be romantic all the time, during sex especially. He wants you to know just how much he loves and adores you.

He's the most loving person during sex, hell he is all the time. He'll also try his best to make it as romantic as possible, if not he's always holding you close and kissing you so you know how much he loves you.

Your pace all depends on your moods honestly. Usually it's slow and loving, everything moves so quickly in his life so it's nice to just savor moments like this. But if you get him riled up or push the right buttons that switch will be flipped in seconds.

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his curls rather your tugging or just playing with it.

He loves hearing you moan. If you try to hold back or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush. “your so Beautiful”

He's not opposed to hearing your praises either, he wants to know how good he's making you feel.

He's a soft Dom and he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

I think he'll feel most a power if your in his office and he has you bend over his desk or maybe your just setting on top of it, getting railed.

I think he needs to keep eye contact and just feel you as close as possible, so if your on his desk your facing each other. He loves it when you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer as he rams into you.

There has been a couple of times Booth has walked in on you, he'll hear the desk legs scratching aginst the floor and things falling. Safe to day Booth has lernd to knock.

“Lance he just saw us!” you panted.

“I was too busy to notice” he said kissing your shoulder.

So there's alot of office sex with him, they're mostly quickies which aren't his favorite but he's never apposed to it.

Speaking of which, he refuses to refer sex as 'fucking', he thinks is degrading towrds you so it's just sex or 'making love' in his vocabulary.

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need and when. After your both cleaned up and he makes sure your okay he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle, my boy needs cuddles after sex.

[letarasstuff]

Do You know what this is, Mr Bray?

(A/N): This has sat in my drafts for over 2 months and I'm sorry for taking so long to finally finish this request. I hope it lives up to expection

Summary: Wendell and the reader are dating. How will telling the team go down?

Aka Booth goes into Dad Mode

Warnings: Mention of small explosion, the reader has small burns on the arm from that, talking about a weapon (gun to be specific) and my obvious lack of knowledge regarding those, if there is more, please tell me

Wordcount: 1.9k

✨Masterlist✨

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After putting the car into park, Wendell tries to take the keys from the ignition. But the little shaking of his hands proves to make this whole endeavor even more difficult. A gentle hand cups his, holding it steady and helping him with the task.

“Darling, if you are not ready, we don’t have to.” (Y/N) looks at him with soft eyes, sensing the distress Wendell is practically radiating like a heater. Still he shakes his head. “No, I’m ready. Really, it’s just that I feel like I’m meeting my girlfriends’ family for the first time. Which in some way, I do.” He laughs nervously and scratches his neck before losing his buckle.

A laugh erupts from the passenger’s seat. “You don’t. You know everyone, you work here, silly!” (Y/N) boops her boyfriend's nose before exiting the vehicle. Another smile spreads on her face upon seeing what feels like her second home since she is spending so much time there: The Jeffersonian Institute.

Both Wendell and (Y/N) work as “Squintern” there and happened to meet on a case a few months back. Quickly after realizing that this is the woman of his dreams, the blond asked her out and well, the rest is history.

In the beginning of their relationship the two decided to keep it on the low, wanting to figure out the way this is heading for themselves without the prying eyes of the other squinterns, snide comments by Dr. Brennan or the nagging from Angela as well as the awkward behavior Cam always puts on after obtaining information like this one. Also, Wendell is scared of Booth’s reaction, claiming his watchful eyes over them would burn the hairs in his back.

“Yeah I know, my little dove. But, they are practically our family and soon they will know the youngest of it are dating. Not that we are something like siblings- god no, this wasn’t what I wanted to imply. I just meant- I don’t know how to talk my way out of this,” he sheepishly looks at (Y/N), his face red as a tomato. In return, she kisses his cheek, rubbing a hand over his bicep in an affectionate manner.

“Don’t worry, Darling. They all will be happy for us, I mean either that or they don’t care at all. Both reactions are not bad for us.” But his troubled face still doesn’t vanish. “Honestly, I’m just scared of Booth.”

Again, this theme. Sensing your annoyance, Wendell quickly explains himself. “A few days ago, when I touched your shoulder while complimenting your work of reconstructing the skull, Booth watched us and had this ‘don’t touch my daughter again’ look on his face. And I have seen this in fathers of previous girls I was in relationships with, but none of them needed to pass a gun qualification regularly or are trained in a military level in what seems every single life aspect. I swear, he can snap me in two by just looking at me.”

(Y/N)’s lips leave an exasperated sigh. They discussed this topic over and over again. Wendell is more than sure that both Brennan and Booth adopted her as their unofficial child since they know her since she was a junior in high school and watched her grow up and supported her career as a forensic anthropologist from the beginning.

(Y/N) on the other hand feels like this is not true at all due to all the comments they make she feels like they are just people sharing a long friendship. Said comments are teasing, but Wendell and her are still working on the whole social cues thing together.

“Darling, you are imagining things. Just yesterday Seeley called me the single reason for getting gray hair after Jack and I blew up a little bit during an experiment.” He animatedly gestures his hands in her direction. “Exactly! This is something only a father figure say- wait. Hodgins and you blew up during an experiment! Why didn’t you tell me about that?!” His face immediately takes a look of new worry, a deeper one than the previous one. That was only about people’s opinion, but this look is about his girlfriend’s safety.

“I told you to be more careful when you conduct these with him! You know what- I’m gonna kill him for being this reckless all the time” this and many more things does Wendell grumble while the two of them make their way through security without any hitches.

Now it’s her turn to look sheepishly at him. “Look, I didn’t tell you not because I didn’t want to, I just forgot about it. And we are both fine! We only lost a few arm hairs and have some slight burns. We were already scolded by Cam, so you don’t need to lecture me too.”

But this doesn’t help Wendell’s mood either. “I will lecture you as long and as often as I see fit. It seems like the amount I already did wasn’t enough, because here you are, telling me about something like that as if you were talking about what you had for lunch. I need to be informed if you get injured. I need to make sure you are fine mentally, emotionally and physically. That’s part of the job description as your boyfriend. Show me the burns, please.”

While Wendell lectures (Y/N) and inspects her injuries they continue to walk towards the platform, not paying attention to who is close by. Until a voice cuts his rant off with a loud “BOYFRIEND?! OH MY GOD!” Coming from nobody less than Angela Montenegro herself.

The scream is loud enough that everyone comes out of their offices, throwing away any project they were working on. While (Y/N)’s face turns hot by all of the sudden attention, Wendell’s gets white as a ghost seeing Booth step out of Brennan’s office.

Unfazed by the couple’s expressions, Angela has still her gaze fixated on them. Wendell’s hand still clasps around (Y/N)’s wrist in order to deem the burns non life-threatening. “I knew it! I knew that you two are together! Jack, pay up!” A groan comes from the entomologist. “You just made me fifty bucks poorer, kids. I hope you are happy now.” He says with a sigh, getting his wallet out of his back pocket and hands a bill to the brunette. Her smile is unmatched.

“Is that true, Mr Bray? Are you having a relationship with Miss (Y/L/N)?” Brennan asks the now red faced man. Booth positions himself next to hir, his arms crossed in front of him with his face turning into an intimidating look.

His eyes are switching between his boss, her husband and his girlfriend. The last one gives him an encouraging smile. After taking a deep breath he gives her a nod paired with a smile of his own. He lets go of her wrist, instead threading his fingers through hers. “Yes,” he says, turning towards Temperance, “Miss (Y/L/N) and I are engaging in a relationship.”

She looks at him with a satisfied smile on her face. “Well then, I wish you two good luck. Also, (Y/N),” Brennan addresses her, ”I want you to remember what we have talked about.” Now it’s the young woman’s turn to look embarrassed. Still, she gives out a meekly “Yes, I do.”

Hoping that this whole ordeal is over now, the male turns back to the platform, where Cam already awaits her team. She has a warm look for the youngest between the group.

But he isn’t let off the hook that easily.

“Wendell, I got something in my car that I need help with”, Booth shouts for him, leaving no room for discussion. While most of the team gives him a look of terror and pity, (Y/N) flashes him a smile and a sublte thumbs up, thinking that Seeley really does need help with something.

The way to the garage is basked in an uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable for Wendell at least, Booth is enjoying this obviously. After what feels like an eternity, he decides to break it.

“So, Wendell Bray. What do you think is the reason you are dating (Y/N)?” Startled by the sudden question, the young man gaps at the agent. He needs a second to collect himself again. “I- Agent Booth, we, I- ahem- I date your- (Y/N)! I date (Y/N) because I love her, Agent Booth.” Ok, maybe he isn’t as collected as he thought he is.

“Aha”, Seeley acknowledges, popping the trunk of his SUV open, “Isn’t love a pretty strong word?” Wendell watches him take a big plastic case out.

“It is, still I’m sure. I love (Y/N) and she loves me. We both are willing to make this relationship work. We know that our jobs are demanding and we both are dedicated to our careers. I think that’s why we understand each other so well and know exactly what the other one needs. I attend just as much to her needs as (Y/N) does to mine. I know love isn’t enough to keep a relationship alive, but it’s part of the foundation.” He looks up at the agent with nothing but honesty in his eyes. It makes Seeley sigh before popping the plastic case open.

Inside is some kind of rifle. After all, Wendell is not a weapon expert, so every gun with a long snout is a rifle to him. “This, my dear Mr Bray, is one of my specialties. If - I’m talking in an ‘if’, I can’t give you more - if you hurt (Y/N), I’ll follow you around with this one. You know, this kid is like a daughter to me and Bones, so you know what this talk is about. Except for, I won’t kill you. Injure? Yes, definitely. But not kill. I want you to live with the guilt of hurting one of the most innocent souls on this earth. You’ll never see this - me - coming. Understood?”

Booth’s expression should induce the biggest fear into Wendell he ever felt. Instead, a wave of great respect overcomes him. Now he knows that there are people caring about his girlfriend beyond a friendship level. There is a familial bond, people (Y/N) can and does rely on outside from him. “Understood and respected, Sir.” They shake hands, exchanging mutual respect.

“Good, now that this is settled, I wish you two the best,” He tells the young man while packing everything up again and closing the trunk. “You are kind of the best fit for her in a lab like that. God knows you are the only normal one, and I got a wife and a nearly-daughter in there. Let’s get back inside before they send the cops out, thinking I killed you. We should also meet up for a beer or something soon again, have a man to man talk. What do you think?”

As they enter the platform in a cheery manner, everyone looks at the pair with bulging eyeballs. Everyone except for (Y/N), who is just happy to see them getting along just the way they were before the announcement. After all, she is right.

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[luv-loo]

Study Date & Kisses

Masterpost || Bones Masterlist

Vincent Nigel-Murray x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N’s having trouble with their uni assignment, luckily the classes Fun-Facts guy has decided to help. The same guy Y/N may or may not have a crush on..

Warnings: Swearing, some of info may not be 100% accurate.

Notes/Anything Else: Another repost, I promise I’m gonna other stuff ! I really like this fic, but be warn that Y/N comes off pretty pissy in this fic, but for good reason ! I’m promise Y/N still nice. I love this series so expect some more fics of them in the future &lt;3

° Tagging — @topguncultleader

The times currently 9:30pm, your eyes check tiredly to the screen of your laptop. The library closes in an hour and you’ve barely gotten half way in your assignment that’s due tomorrow afternoon.

The idea of going home makes you smile, but you know well that once you shut the front door your heading straight for your bed and sleep for the next two days.

That’s why your pushing through, multiple sickly sweet energy drinks as your right hand companion and the will to past this last assignment for the month, but this is just tedious. You much rather work directly with bones and the now of technology, than the history of how scientists and doctors discovered and identify bone parts from the 17th century. A fact you’ll never dare tell Dr Brennan.

So you’ve been putting this off. A dumb idea on your end. Making more time at the Jeffersonian was great, but breaks should of been made for finishing off these rather than chatting with Hodgins or watching Angela reconstruct the victims face while she talks about what type of past they might of had. You look back to the clock. 9:45pm. “Just great.” You whisper to yourself. Seconds felt like minutes.

You looked around the library. Barely anyones there. It’s quiet, besides soft footsteps, paper flipping and tapping on keyboards from other students. Your screen went black, so you pressed the on button to re-type your password. Soft footsteps were coming closer behind you. Your head snapped towards the sneaky stepped behind you.

“Woah! Hey, Y/N, don’t give me that look.” A British voice said, his hands in a defensive pose.

You quickly, tried to, soften your face while you pinched your nose. You sighed and looked back at him.

“Sorry Vincent. I’m just tired..” you yawned and looked back at him. “Do you need anything? Do you wish to trade my shift with Dr Brennan again?”

“Uhh… did you know the timing of our need for sleep is based on two things. The first is how long we have been awake. The second is our bodies clock. If we stay awake all night we will feel more tired at 4am than at 10am.  Scientists call the time between 3am and 5am the ‘dead zone’. It’s when our body clock makes us ‘dead’ tired.” Vincent smiled, making a small pointing jester with his pointer finger.

You raised your eyebrow. It’s not that you hate his facts, knowing that is his way of communicating comfortably (for some reason), but it’s currently 9:52 and you feel like your eyes are getting darker by the second.

“Can we skip to your point, Vincent? If I’m not mistaken you are usually in bed at this hour.” It came out harsher than you wanted, making Vincent subconsciously grab onto his laptop cases strap. Twisting it in his hands, making you cringe a little.

“Um, well, you see.. I notice that you hadn’t completed the latest assignment—“

“—What gave that away?” ‘Stop being pissy’, you think to yourself.

Vincent bit his lip, and nodded.

“Yo-your laptop is open and your in the library at 9:59pm on a Thursday. Our Assignment, that we’ve had two weeks to complete, is due tomorrow.” You gave him a weary look.

“Right… you were being sarcastic.” It was almost like he was shrinking in his shoes at that point.

You’re about to punch yourself at this point. The Brit’s obviously here to help, but because your tired ass is deciding to be mean he’s melting from nerves. Vincent was always the one to ask questions on any part of the project he didn’t understand or just wanted extra info on. His hand is always up during lectures to the point where the teachers just tell him to write all the ones he has down and than hand them a list at the end.

After all the questions he asked got answered he would hand most of the class pieces of paper with those answers. “Just in case I had asked something that you wanted to know and you didn’t write it down quick enough!” His normal answer when you ask.

You sigh at those memories, and point towards to the seat next to you.

“You may help Mr Nigel-Murray.” You smile as his eye light up a bit. Vincent went to sit down, pulling out the chair when he stops.

“Are you sure you want me to help you, Y/N.” His cheeks are a bit rosey red, it stands out from his pale, British, skin.

You chuckle a bit and shake your head. “Your not only here to help, I’m about to lose my sanity with my fourth energy drink. I could use the company.”

“Alrighty, Mrs L/N. I’ll keep you the company you need.” Vincent sits down and puts his laptop case on top of the table, pulling his laptop out before placing it on his chair like a bag. You smirk as you turn back to your laptop and re-enter your password once again.

“How far have you gotten?”

“Up to when the Andean Villagers strung up their dead’s bones like some festival decorations. This part is really boring honestly—“

Vincent slaps down a piece of paper, louder with how quiet it was.

“You find them boring? I rather find them very knowledgeable in the history to those people.” Vincent says, taking out two papers, fill to the brim with writing, and set them besides you. You grin as you take hold of a half empty can of a strawberry energy drink and take a swift. Before taking it back from your lips and turning it a bit in your hand.

“You all enjoy those things, well maybe besides Colin, but I don’t really. I study criminology so I can work on the front lines of a case. I take this class to help better my understanding, but some of this stuff kind of ticks me off. You know?” You finish your tired speech and place your can back down, facing towards Vincent.

You look up to see him with red cheeks again, but he’s staring straight at you. Your own cheeks heat up a bit, because god those eyes. His bluish-grey tinted eyes are just cute.

You shake your head. ‘Not when I have work to be done, Y/N!’ You angrily thought to yourself. Crush later, work now. ‘God..’

“I completely understand! I have certain things I do not enjoy others may. But when it comes to work I believe it’s best you priorities it. Even if it’s to your distain.” He smiled, god that smile. And god that accent. You never thought an accent could suit someone, until you heard Vincent Niguel-Murray.

“Well, as you Brits would say, let’s crack on.” You say, placing your hands on your laptop.

Vincent laughed.

It’s currently 10:47 pm on a Thursday night.

You and Vincent are packing up the paper, books and your laptops so you could leave quicker. You’ve completed the work, a little half-assed, but it’ll make sure you pass.

As you both start walking to the door Vincent turns towards you.

“Hey, um… Y/N, if you’ll like, I mean, if you have any more trouble, you can always send me an email. I wouldn’t mind helping you out more.” His voice goes up one octave as he asked. You internally scream as your heart starts picking up pace. You both reach the front door to the Library, Vincent opens it and lets you walk through first. God your cheeks must been bright.

“I could just give you my number, so if you just wanna hang out that’s alright with me.” You say as you turn and stop. Taking out your phone from your pocket.

“That’ll be alright.” Is that another octave higher?

Vincent shuts the door and takes out his own phone. Opening the message app, you gently go and take his phone. You quickly put in your number and text it to your phone and hand it back to him. He looks down and his face turns beet red in an instant.

“Uh, Y/N, why did you save your name as ‘Y/N: Needer of help’?” He laughs a little as he looks up. You smile and walk up to him, getting inches to his face, you’re about the same height, and give him a peck on the cheek before stepping back.

“Because I’ll call you whenever I need help with anything.” You give him a wink and turn to start walking away, smirking while your heart thumps like crazy.

Vincent watches as you walk away, your bag bouncy a bit and your ponytail swinging. He reaches up and touches the spot you kissed him and his face becomes redder than fresh blood on a corpse.

[association-of-freed-people]

Why do the the elites hate us? Why do they want us to be mindless cattle?

They’re Masters of the Universe.

People who ask this question and want a satisfactory answer really need to become students of history.

This is a battle that’s raged for ten thousand years.

It’s just that in the last hundred the technology has enabled an attempt at global consolidation.

The revolution was individualism. It was Jeffersonian liberalism birthed by the Renaissance.

Every political movement since that’s advocated central planning and collectivism has been a backsliding scheme to bring mankind back under the boot of the self-anointed god-kings, their priesthood, and associated bureaucrats of their given age.

[b-b-b-b-bones]

Dr. Goodman is so charming and interesting, and when he was around the show was so much more connected to history and culture and you were actually constantly reminded that the Jeffersonian is, in fact, a museum. No hate for Cam or disrespect for whatever behind-the-scenes reasons were behind Goodman leaving the show, but season 1 just had a vibe, you know?

[greendomine]

her: wyd

me: theres just this LEVEL of codependency that i love in relationships like to the point where absolute despair is the only choice if they dont have one another. i think clark ALSO was somewhat dependent on lewis despite most interpretations, but i think he was able to lean into more traditional life during his time of society bcuz he was generally more well-liked than lewis and had less of an incline to depression and addiction. i truly believe that lewis wouldve been okay if he had more support and wasnt left to fend for himself like a wounded animal. clark had PLANS for what would happen after the expedition (a wife, children, a successful job) while its clear that lewis never knew what he wanted outside of the freedom to wander. his intelligence both encouraged him and trapped him, and he was cracking under the pressure of everything with no help. anyway do u want my nudes

[riddlemaster]

BONES CHALLENGE [4/5]

Robert Kennicott, born in 1852, began to send specimens to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History at the age of 17. Among his peers, he was notable for his forward-thinking ideals regarding conservation and habitat loss. However, he was killed at the age of 30, and currently his skeleton is on display at the Smithsonian. In Season 5, Episode 5 of Bones, "A Night at the Bones Museum," Brennan and Booth are called to investigate what appears to be charred human remains on an electrical fence. The mysterious corpse is later determined to be a mummified Egyptian royal on loan to the Jeffersonian. The anthropological mystery has Brennan in a tizzy, and when the Jeffersonian curator prepping the mummy for exhibition is murdered, the team suspects foul play. Brennan's investigation of the curator sheds new light on the life of the Egyptian royal, turning their case into one of historic proportions. Meanwhile, Brennan goes on a date with Booth's supervisor and former intern, and Sweets' girlfriend Daisy Wick returns to the Jeffersonian.

HAVE I SEEN THIS EPISODE OF BONES? [Y/N]

[fashionsfromhistory]

Evening Dress

c.1809

United States

The MET (Accession Number: 1976.142.1)

[gracegrove]

Dear children in the wider fandom,

Please take a breath. A really damn deep one.

And quit waving your fresh degree around like it's worth more than the paper it's printed on. You got a degree in psych? Fab. A bachelor's? Très chic! But you're no authority in the field. You can't practice with it. Go to grad school and get another degree. Learn some more in this field before making such grand, catch-all pronouncements. Open your eyes to the world around you and the people in it. In some states you can't practice in the field until you've reached the doctoral level... so you've still got plenty of content to learn.

Did you know that psychology like all other scientific fields is an evolving one? And that being versed in a trauma-informed lens is one of the most important topics of our field right now? How are you going to serve and work with clients that have trauma histories if your current instinct is to call them assholes who are beyond help the minute you see a fictional representation of one who acts in a way you don't like? Psychology is not a field where you pick people apart with pop-psych buzzwords in order to determine who is good or bad, or who is salvageable and who isn't. It is a health profession. You help people. And if your first instinct is to weed out, to separate the 'wheat from the chaff' before you can bring yourself to extend a helping hand? You're not needed in this profession. You're not wanted.

Also, I would argue that hiding behind your "psych degree" to argue the merits of a fictional character just so you can jump on other people's pages to harangue them about their preference and fondness for this character is not doing the profession or the wider mental health field proud. You're an embarrassment to it really.

I don't see any budding anthropologists on here maligning other users because they refuse to admit that Temperance Brennan from Bones was an ill-suited character for the role she filled in the Jeffersonian or that she was an unfit mother, etc, etc, etc. [this being illustrated all in jest]

So do yourself a favor. If you wanna scream in all caps, go ahead. Write the longest ass diatribe this side of the Mississippi. But keep my profession out of it. You haven't earned it. And even if you had... that's a gross misuse of its purpose. You clearly haven't read the APA Ethics Code (2013).

And maybe... maybe you'd be less stressed if you stayed out of the tags you claim to hate so much? I dunno. 🤷‍♀️

[corruptballin]

do you mind sharing your thoughts on clayhoun ( and other figures and ships from the period?)

woof..! okay a girl can try! i fear i am everything but educated in most historical subjects and i instead just toy with these figures like doll’s on my floor like im seven years old. i actually, genuinely, hated us history all throughout middle-high school and then i awoken one day in janurary like a sleeper agent and went oh… i get it. as far as collected thoughts go.. well I’ll try. if anything i say is inaccurate pls keep in mind im a just a girl

clayhoun: clayhoun for me is almost this push and pull dynamic, where as we have Clay, who is openly a charismatic charmer, who (quite literally) plays poker: he can be dealt a hand of cards and will figure out a way to win, in this almost fantastical sense, and we see Calhoun enter in the early 1810’s

and fall inline with Clay’s rational as a war hawk, with Jeffersonian ideas licked and reinforced into him, and we see in his early years this sense of nationalism that pairs well with Clay. I love these early years, as they lay the basis and foundation for their relationship. I especially love that, when Calhoun was challenged to a duel with Grosverenor, we see this push/pull: calhoun is set on defending his honor, with high ambitions, and openly defends his actions so early in his tenure. He, of course, asks Clay to be his second, and before the duel commences it’s resolved by Clay.

Here you see my entire dynamic and fun laid out: that, Calhoun is bent on the reflection of his honor in a metaphorical sense that is reflective of Americas, because if he cannot defend his own personal honor, then what of America’s honor in 1812? What the entire war is practically based upon. It’s a whole debacle I toy with. And here is Clay trying to rise in his own ambitions, with his own charms, while also keeping the fraying union together as it progresses.

I think it’s also fun, of course, during 1824 & later Jacksonian politics we see Clay attempt to climb this political ladder— over and over he attempts to become President, become something— and here is Calhoun, who’s ambitious, who’s outspoken, and the ballot falls upon his lap and he’s made VP. And we see this turn from nationalism, from a strong federal goverment into state’s rights, and we have Clay who watches his dissent, who watches his ability to rise. Utter jealousy, is what I would feel if I was Clay. Here is a man around 5 years my junior who I considered my friend, who I saved from death, who rises and continues to rise and I cannot. Just absolute chef’s kiss. Clay revolves around this big precense, this show-man ship and here is Calhoun with his humility and stoicism who rises. Literally listen to the song w.a.m.s by fall out boy. please.

I sadly do find myself intrigued by Calhoun, as it’s simply my nature, but I in no means endorse either of them. Quite frankly I don’t even like modern politics inside the US since they all shift wayyyyyy too conservative/right-wing for my liking, but ahhh well what can I do but hope to lay the foundations for future generations, but that is me being side tracked. I simply and genuinely just find his turn and complete 180 and abandonment— or rather, return to southern ideas— fascinating. My clayhoun songs I leave to you as an emo: w.a.m.s for 1824-1828-ish with Calhoun’s rise ofc, PAVLOVE!!!!!!, our lawyer made us change the name our song for corrupt bargain / calhouns rise… i simply think calhouns rise that is ultimate paired with his descent sooo juicy and the way they used to be friends. Braunrot.

rapid-fire for the rest: clay/webster ultimate failed prank on biddle re:charting of the second bank. they fight for joint custody with jackson over who keeps the orphan biddle 💀mvb is hilarious to me and can be described as a giant bunny in my head. just silly and fat and magical.

ty for ur indulgence on these very pressing matters… my friends have absolutely no idea what i mean when i talk abt these things so its fun to be let out of my enclosure.