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It's sunday! Time to do spicy things!

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"Because, Dean Winchester," Ziva took a step closer to the truck and tapped the plate with the tip of her finger, then looked up to meet his stare. Leaning in his direction, "I need you to wake up. You can't read in a dream."

In the next step she's in front of him and the black blouse she wore seemed a little smokier, "I need you cognizant, Dean, you're dying. Can't you feel it?"

" what— " he was slightly thrown off by the insistence. he glanced over at the plate again, blinking a few times as he tried to deduce the letters and numbers. he couldn't. but he didn't think much of it. but he was more troubled by why she was. " why are you askin' me that? "

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Ziva had been looking at the fliers for the various rides at the fair that had popped up nearby. What could be more fun than going on a date there? Not to mention, most fair food was kosher. They didn't mix their dairy and meats- and the stalls that they did, she'd just avoid. But all of these things had Height requirements that said she had to be at least 5'5" to ride them.

She was 5'2".

And then he said that after she made that grumble and it very promptly short circuited her brain. For a split second. She had to recall exactly what she said and felt that heat rise to her ears, "Yeah, well, I don't have a height requirement, but I do have an IQ one."

@fbiartist sent: "'Must be this tall to ride the ride' My ass!" (For Spencer)

Spencer looked at the hand she was holding above her head, standing on her tiptoes. The hand still wasn't quite to his nose. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk twisting his mouth upwards. "Last time I checked I'm taller than that."

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it’s okay to murder people but it’s not okay to disrespect your wife btw

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❥    𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] ( PART 2 ! ) .

part one is here. change gendered language and add context to your needs. happy roleplaying!! ♡

❛  never underestimate the value of being just who you are. life isn’t about being extreme all the time.  ❜

❛  i used to be so focused. but now, it’s like i just can’t … you know … do stuff …  ❜

❛  you know what i’d like? a chance to talk to someone who isn’t you.  ❜

❛  i waited and waited because i really wanted to see you.  ❜

❛  i’m pretty forgetful, but i’ll record the times we’ve shared in the notebook of my heart.  ❜

❛  there is no rational reason why people act the way they do.  ❜

❛  there aren’t any trendy shops and zero hot men. what a wasteland.  ❜

❛  if i listen carefully to the sound of the rain, it seems like music on the leaves and flowers.  ❜

❛  even if it’s temporary, fleeting happiness is better than none.  ❜

❛  in my opinion, passion is what makes people beautiful.  ❜

❛  no one ever understands me. i’m hungry all the time and no one cares.  ❜

❛  i’m afraid of falling in love and getting hurt.  ❜

❛  you’re just such a little ball of sunshine! you make the world seem like a brighter place.  ❜

❛  one day, i realized that i’m happiest just being myself.  ❜

❛  being filled with doubt and uncertainty is just part of being young.  ❜

❛  doing your best at something you’re really into is kind of what life is all about, right?  ❜

❛  i feel so happy, i might explode! … please promise you’ll clean up if i explode.  ❜

❛  if you ever need someone to hear out your troubles, or even just a shoulder to cry on, just let me know.  ❜

❛  i’m not crying. i’m just using my eyeballs to moisturize my cheeks.  ❜

❛  you’re just so darn cute! i can never say no to you.  ❜

❛  we meet people, get to know them, and then they get up and leave us behind.  ❜

❛  believe it or not, i feel like i’ve known you for a long time.  ❜

❛  the world needs people like me to tell everyone what’s wrong with them.  ❜

❛  it doesn’t matter if you’re powerful or weak. having a strong heart is what counts.  ❜

❛  sometimes i forget who i am and what i’m doing.  ❜

❛  i’m beautiful, but i’m also … deadly.  ❜

❛  there’s something loveable in all of us.  ❜

❛  you’re a little obsessive, aren’t you?  ❜

❛  i always thought you were some freak mental case because you run around town all the time.  ❜

❛  even if perfection is sometimes out of reach, isn’t it still fun to try?  ❜

❛  i’m a lone wolf who doesn’t want to be alone.  ❜

❛  the body is like a battery. every now and then, you need to recharge a little.  ❜

❛  sometimes i put flowers in the toilet so it’s like a huge vase.  ❜

❛  i’ll bet that he’s looking up at the same sky right now.  ❜

❛  even a good memory can make you cry.  ❜

❛  don’t be such a little capitalist! take a deep breath and enjoy a long walk.  ❜

❛  i don’t mean to brag, but, i’m one of those people that’s good at everything.  ❜

❛  you don’t know me. don’t try to judge me.  ❜

❛  i care about you a lot. if you’re having a hard time, i’m here for you  ❜

❛  when someone fakes a smile, don’t get mad. at least they’re trying.  ❜

❛  i guess i just went into fight or flight mode, you know? only my ‘fight’ is more like ‘cry.’  ❜

❛  i’m gonna have to come up with something nice to say about you that sounds believable.  ❜

❛  if you go around trying to change everyone, you’re just going to make them angry.  ❜

❛  i guess you’re having one of your shy episodes.  ❜

❛  i feel like you’re staring at me and it’s making me nervous …  ❜

❛  i do not like to go around spreading rumors. but you won’t believe the rumor i just heard.  ❜

❛  i’ve got this feeling that we have chemistry, and it scares me …  ❜

❛  what’s it like to be so cool and self-assured?  ❜

❛  nobody’s ever nice to me except you.  ❜

❛  when i look up at the stars, i just wonder … what will they all become someday?  ❜

❛  you’ve definitely gained 1-2 [ pounds / kilograms ] since the last time i’ve seen you. i can see it.  ❜

❛  i like to think that it’s my job to show you young people how hard life is.  ❜

❛  ah, it’s such a good story. but i am legally prohibited from sharing all the details at this time.  ❜

❛  you can forget about being friends with me.  ❜

❛  i’m leaving this awful town.  ❜

❛  you’re so short. i can’t help but laugh.  ❜

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Don't talk to me unless you want me to scream about the new Superman Movie trailer. THE KINDNESS AND HOPE IS BACK IN OUR HEROES. Listen, man, I'm a mess on this.

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"Yeah, I'm not a great listener." Her smile grew a little as Sarah sat up in bed. One step closer. Ziva tilted her head toward her as she kept going. Then there's a shrug, "You know me, I prefer spending time around the holidays with my family and making sure they're okay, when I've got the holiday to spend with them." There's another pause and she met Sarah's stare, "Besides, I have ulterior motives outside of showing you Taco's super cute harness. I got a good few list from some angel trees and was wondering if you wanted to help me with them."

"Ugh... god... I should've said I wanted the adorable at a minimum--- not that you'd listen to me." It was with a heavy sigh that the Sarah shaped lump of blankets sat up in bed. She was comfortable like this. She was surrounded by warmth like this, but Ziva came first always. Didn't mean Sarah was gonna unblanketify herself immediately, though. She wanted a few more minutes of warmth. "I don't understand why you insist on doing this to yourself every year, Z. I'm horrible company during the holidays while you're so full of light and happiness... don't you wanna spend it with someone who matches your energy?"

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"Depends on how badly the van smells." Ziva said as her only objection. With Frenchie's various questionable activities, it was always debatable whether there would be a variety of body odors in his van. Or the scents of chemicals. Or fertilizer. It was always a bit of a lottery with him. "I have some stuff of one of my ex's if we need something more specific to blow up." The fact she still has any of Meghan's books was an oddity.

"This is good. I will not make you an accomplice." He's not at risk. Not this time. He has a perfectly reasonable explanation for having so many bombs. But he likes the mystique. And the way that it made him sound perhaps more unhinged than he was. Frenchie was being very responsible.

This time.

Ziva relents though and Frenchie claps, delighted. "Ouais! Middle of nowhere. I have a place! I can drive, even, if you do not mind the van."

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send REFLECT for me to explain a traumatic event in my muses’s past and talk about their perception of events,  which parts have stayed with them longest and how it affects them now.  (  sender can request specific scenes/backstory  )

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Since we’re doing this, Ziva is an Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising. 

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Since we’re doing this, Ziva is an Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising. 

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"No, not really, I just kind of..." Ziva tapped her temple, big black eyes meeting his for a moment with a sheepish smile. "Caught a vibe. I know it isn't my place here, but you may wanna get some kind of caffeine if you don't plan on sleeping. And if you plan on getting some caffeine, maybe some food to go with it. And maybe we can go together and you can tell me about the mission you're going on?"

There's a moment where her thoughts catch up with her and she offers a hand out to shake his, "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Dr. Ziva King, I'm one of the scientists you're escorting."

It's normal, and benign, enough that Jim doesn't spare more than a few thoughts to the extra crew member or the diversion to their route. The Federation routinely has them ferry crew members and experiments; their main mission might be to explore, but they are still a vessel under the Federation's command. Even Jim can recognize that it's an efficient use of resources.

For some, it even offers excitement - new science, new history, new faces. Limited to change in their routine, it shouldn't be more than a bit of variation. Instead, Jim's woken by Spock, carrying news that their journey may no longer be so simple.

He frowns at the interruption, already feeling worn by his talk with Bones. Gaze narrowing, Jim asks, "Did someone tell you to ask that?"

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There is a brief hitch of fear in her expression when he mentioned that he wouldn't kill her. That he wouldn't hurt her. He was the one bringing it up. He'd done this before. With other girls. It didn't matter how this conversation went, he was planning on killing her. Maybe not now or tonight, maybe not in the next couple of days, but it would be a plan in the back of his mind.

"What...what do we need to talk about, Joe?" The quiver remains in her voice and she raised her hand with just a moment of hesitation before pressing the tip of her finger against the glass where one of his hands were. Tracing circles there and taking deep breaths like she was trying to calm herself down.

The intricate tattoo work wrapping around her delicate fingers, palm, and wrist very visible to him. "What precautions?"

𖥸 ─ Joe... Why are you doing this?

Because you are about to find out I killed Guinevere Beck and Peach Salinger and I can’t have that. I imagine you drawing from Dr.Nicky's description – and I know you’re good at what you do; I’ve seen your work and it’s beautiful and terrifyingly accurate – and as you apply each detail you see my face on your paper... I imagine your eyes widening, your mind expanding and suddenly I’m a bad guy, I’m terrible, I’m a murderer. I’m not a murderer. Peach wanted to die and Beck was sick. I freed her from her pain. I did her a service and even finished her manuscript so she could achieve her publishing dream. I’m not the bad guy! I look at you, my mouth opening... then closing. I don’t know what to tell you or how to tell you because no matter the scenario I know this looks bad...

I hate how you look at me now, with your big watery eyes, and how your voice has this tremor that elevates betrayal. Fuck me... did I make a mistake? No. No I didn’t. I had to do this! I had to!

I just...I just want to know what I did wrong?

I look down. Bite my lip. Look at the time. 10pm. Still have two hours to send that nightly e-mail to Penelope. I got your phone with me, in my back pocket, unlocked with your face recognition while you were out cold and had a go at your e-mails, personal and professional, your texts... Found the pattern. Oh, and I turned off your location once I travelled to another part of the city. You disappeared by the river. It’s almost romantic. Don’t want anyone to poke and look for you in the shop. This isn’t my first rodeo, Ziva... But you don’t know that. You never had any way to know that. It’s not your fault.

I approach the cage and crouch down, my hand pressed to the cool glass near your head. “You didn’t do anything wrong”, I tell you, and it’s true – I keep my voice steady and gentle, “ – but you will... and I can’t... let that happen. We need to talk, Ziva. I can’t risk anything... Anything bad, y’know? That’s why you’re here. And like I said, I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m not gonna kill you. I just need to take precautions, that’s all. When I’m sure, I’ll let you out.”

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Jeanette Winterson, from "Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal," publ. in 2011

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I'm also gonna be remaking an old sideblog into something for my FC5 Deputy OC, Ruth MQ. So keep an eye out for her.

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I loved him to the point of Invention. Independent and Selective Therapist OC Henrietta "Nettie" Hughes set in various Fandoms that fall within the Supernatural Genre, though built up within the CW Show's Supernatural as set dressing. Themes touched upon will be redemption, second chances, healing, and processing the journey of grief written by Kendall. Graphic made by the wonderful @malka-lisitsa.

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I'm crawling the walls for more Criminal Minds rpers, please give me recs and links. I need more profiling and shenanigans in my life where she gets to genius her way out of things.