#30 days of spring

[loudlooks]

Day 2 - Spring fling

A/N: three musketeers banter, tiva

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Spring fling

Word count: 482

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“Well, well, well,” Tony said holding up McGee’s phone to show Ziva the lock screen photo . “Looks like Timmy’s been hiding his spring fling from us.”

McGee rolled his eyes and snatched his phone from Tony’s hand. “Are you jealous, Tony?”

“Why would I be jealous, McGee, I’m happy for you, I’m just disappointed you didn’t share the good news with us.” He glanced at Ziva, walked back to his desk and sat down. “Honesty goes a long way.”

Ziva pursed her lips, and threw a paper ball at him.

McGee scoffed. “The way you were honest about your winter fling?”

Tony faked innocence. “What winter fling?”

“Honesty goes a long way, Tony,” McGee chided, and looked at Ziva. “He was seeing someone, right?”

“Hmm,” Ziva said and looked pensively. “He has been less annoying the past few months.”

Tony threw the ball of paper back at Ziva, only to have her catch it midair with a smirk.

“What happened to her,” McGee asked.

Tony turned to him, and crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s no longer a winter fling.”

Ziva narrowed her eyes at him. “So, what is she now?”

“Well, it’s spring, so…” He shrugged and held her gaze.

McGee’s phone beeped, and a smile spread on his face as he read the message. Absentmindedly, he told Tony, “Flings don’t tend to last half a year.”

“I’m going for a four seasons fling, Timmy, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Does she?” Ziva asked with an amused smile.

Tony frowned at her and tilted his head to the side. “Does she what?”

She briefly touched her earlobe. “Does she understand she’s more than a fling?”

“Of course, she does, she’s very smart.” His eyebrows raised at her tense expression, and he smiled softly. “Except when it comes to relationships…very romantically dysfunctional.”

Ziva chuckled. “Like you.”

Tony nodded. “It’s why we work so well together.”

Ziva glanced at McGee who was still glued to his phone. “Perhaps she would be interested in a summer fling.”

“Only a summer fling?” Tony challenged her.

“Some summers can last a lifetime,” she said, staring at him intently.

McGee put his phone down with a thud, startling them both. “Just admit it,” he said in mild frustration.

Tony frowned and briefly shook his head. “Admit what?”

“That you two are dating,” McGee looked at them pointedly, “each other.”

Tony and Ziva glanced at one another, ready to deny the allegation, but McGee didn’t give them a chance. “Look, I won’t tell Gibbs, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Their eyes went wide.

“Tell me what?” Gibbs said from behind McGee.

McGee paled, and stammered, “That, um, Tony’s, his winter fling turned into a spring fling.”

“McGee!” Tony hissed.

Gibbs took a long sip of his coffee while staring at Tony, then Ziva. “Congratulations, didn’t think you two could keep it out of the office this long.”

[maysrinn]

I’m a ✨DAD✨

Daddy duck and his MINI BORBS ✨

wanna know which one is who? fear not, I’m here to help!

From left to right:

Audree & Aubrey ??

Janus Crimson

Rosie Aurelian

Clementine Auburn (On top)

Cedar Fern

Xanthos Olive

______________

They hatched the following spring after his little summer romance with Goosey Gray, she had to stay the winter after breaking her wing and not being able to follow the covey south. Coriolanus made her the prettiest and warmest of nests, with the best hay and his most beautiful plumage! Food in bed, the best view and well needed rest, How can she say no to that??

[canisalbus]

It's unexpectedly cold in coastal Canada right now (it's raining and snowing very hard and fast, and before the sun set it was also very sunny) and the floors are cold, so I find myself concerned for your warmth. Are you doing alright?

Aw, that's very sweet of you to ask, I'm fine! Here in Northern Finland it's slowly getting warmer, the temperatures seem to stay at around 0°C during the day so the snow has started to melt. Then it gets a little colder at night and those wet slushy roads freeze, and when it warms up again the next day there's a layer of water on top of the melting ice and as you can imagine it gets extremely slippery. I cycle everywhere throughout the year and even with winter tires it's kind of precarious. Other than that I'm enjoying the increasing amount of natural light and the birds have started to sing again.

[rizalismyotp]

Including the days where Al temporarily returned to his flesh body (which i'm counting because he was conscious just in a different way), Al was awake, without reprieve, at minimum, for

1,672 days.

Also known as:

-55 months

-239 weeks

-40,128 hours

That is unfathomable.

[totalcharliespringsimp]

~ 30 DAY IDOL CHALLENGE ~

Day 6: With friends

[faunandfloraas]

If there's a single song I love how I love novel and butterflies on the new Japanese album, I will be winning for the end of 2024

[klutzyghost13]

Hope everyone is having a safe and great day. 💙💛

[loudlooks]

Day 17 - Spring cleaning

30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit

A/N: Tiva, Tony jumping to conclusions, making out. this was supposed to be 300 words of nonsense so I could write the spring break prompt as well today...something went horribly wrong. Thank you for the prompt @hopeless-nostalgiac!

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Spring cleaning

Word count: 1611

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As he waited at her door, Tony briefly wondered if he should’ve texted her ahead of time. He shifted the three case files to his left arm, and knocked again. Seconds that felt like hours went by, and just as he was about to grab his phone and call her, the door swung open, revealing a rather disheveled looking Ziva.

“You need to work on your ninja hearing, I had to knock twice.”

“I was busy in the bedroom.”

Tony looked her up and down; messy bun with loose strands framing her face, a black hoodie with indecipherable faded logo that looked vaguely familiar but several sizes too large and definitely a man’s, bare legs and feet. His stomach clenched and he wished he had called her before coming over.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled and shifted the files back to his right arm.

At the sight of the files, Ziva asked, “Anything new?”

To his surprise, she walked back into her apartment, and grabbed a bottle of water from the coffee table. He frowned at the open invitation for him to follow her inside, and did so hesitantly, trying very hard—but failing—to keep his mind from wandering to whatever had been happening in her bedroom before he had interrupted.

“No...just wanted to go over things with you in a different setting.” He glanced in the direction of her bedroom. “But if you’re…busy, it can wait until tomorrow.”

Ziva swallowed the gulp of water she had just taken, and closed the bottle cap, then nodded at her bedroom. “No, in fact, we can do both at the same time if you read the files to me,” she said and walked away.

Seconds that felt like years passed as Tony stood nailed to the floor, trying to process her suggestion.

Ziva popped back out of the bedroom door and looked at him in confusion. At the look of horror on his face, she smirked. “I am not asking for your help, Tony, I know you hire people to do that for you.”

A feeling of dread took hold of him, yet his feet began to move on their own volition as soon as Ziva raised her eyebrows. He stopped a foot away from the door, waiting to hear voices…or worse, but heard nothing but Ziva’s bare feet on the carpet. With trepidation, he glanced inside the room.

A pile of clothes lay in the middle of the bed, and he released a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. With a wide smile he took in the rest of the room; opened drawers, open closet door, boots and shoes strewn around the floor.

“Place looks like you got robbed,” he joked, as all tension left his body.

Ziva glanced around, moved the pile of clothes to one side of the bed to make room to sit, and simply said, “Spring cleaning.”

“Well,” he said dropping the files on the bed, “you’re nothing if not thorough.”

His inquisitive mind took over and led his feet straight to the chest of open drawers, as soon as Ziva turned her back to him. He poked around the neatly sorted underwear, and picked up a black lace bra. Holding it up to her, his mind conjuring images of her in it, he said, “I’ve never seen you wear this.”

Ziva turned around, narrowed her eyes, and snatched the bra from him. “The only time you’ve seen me in lingerie was years ago, for work.”

“We should do something about that,” he blurted out, grinning widely. As his gaze ran down her body, trying to bring back those memories, his mind came to a screeching halt as soon as the hoodie she was wearing registered again.

There may not have been a naked man in her bedroom like he had feared, but there was clearly a man in her life. Suddenly the thought of going through her underwear drawer had lost all of its appeal.

He sat down on the bed, and opened one of the files, as the hollowness in his chest expanded.

The mattress dipped next to him as she sat down, and looked at him expectantly. “Where do you want to start?” She grabbed a shirt from the pile of clothes, and began to fold it neatly.

Tony shrugged, flipped through a few pages while chewing his bottom lip. “Maybe…Walker’s testimony?”

Ziva stared at him intensely, then nodded and grabbed another item of clothing.

As Tony read the testimony, Ziva continued folding clothes and placing them on a pile on the bed. “I got nothing,” he said dejectedly, and closed the file.

Ziva frowned at him, grabbed a hoodie, and bumped his arm with her elbow. “DiNozzo’s don’t give up that easily.”

Tony shook his head vigorously, knowing she was right, but the focus just wasn’t there. He glanced at her, but didn’t have the will or energy to decipher what was happening behind those deep, brown eyes of hers. Following the methodical movement of her skilled hands was a lot safer, less confusing.

A fold here, a tuck there, the palm of her hand swiping over the logo, then placing it on the ever growing stack of folded clothes.

His gaze shot up to hers, then back at the gray hoodie with the red Buckeyes logo. He grabbed it from the top of the pile, undoing her handy work, and held it up. “That’s mine, I looked for it everywhere.”

Ziva opened and closed her mouth, then tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You gave it to me.”

“I did not,“ he said, and suddenly remembered a cold evening at the end of last summer when they were all at Gibbs’ for a barbecue.

Looking at the pile of clothes behind him, he spotted the frayed edge of a black sleeve, and pulled out one of his oldest Ohio State long sleeve shirts. “I never realized we went to the same college,” he deadpanned.

She held up her palms. “So I forgot to return a few of your clothes after borrowing them.”

“A few? If I had amnesia I would assume I lived here.”

Ziva rolled her eyes, and tried to grab the shirt from him, but he refused to give in. Tony’s interest in the shirt vanished into thin air as soon as their struggle became more physical and his nose ended up right behind her ear. The scent of her had sent his mind spiraling into endless possibilities that always ended up with her in his arms. He lied still on his back, and bit his bottom lip breathing heavily, as Ziva straddled him, holding the shirt above her head triumphantly.

The challenging look in her eyes, made him want to kiss the smug smile from her lips. As he dropped his arms, his hands made contact with warm, toned skin. His gaze was drawn to the strong thighs at either side of him, and as alarm bells rang somewhere in the back of his mind, his fingers flexed, and stroked automatically.

Part of him wanted to check her reaction, make sure he wasn’t crossing any boundaries. A more persistent part was drawn to her body and warmth like a magnet. He ran his hands up her thighs, muscles twitching under his fingers as he reached the waistband of the hoodie.

The hitch of her breath broke the spell long enough for him to finally meet her gaze. Her dark eyes full of want staring back at him made his whole body tingle.

Never breaking eye contact, Ziva dropped the shirt to the side, and placed her hands on his, while biting her bottom lip. She guided his hands higher, underneath the hoodie, over the thin strip of fabric covering her hips.

The sensation was too tantalizing and he could not resist looking, as his fingers tickled up her sides, hidden from view by black fabric. A small, red and white tag, right above the hoodie’s waistband drew his attention.

“Wait,” he said, his heart still hammering in his chest. He pulled his left hand back, vaguely wondering what he was doing as the loss of warm skin beneath his fingertips hit him, and fiddled with the tag. “This is mine, as well.”

Ziva looked down at him, mischief written all over her face. “Do you want it back?” she said in a voice that seemed to reverberate through his body and soul.

A halfhearted shrug was the best he could manage after his hands had, once again, found their way to her warm, bare skin.

“Fine.” With a seductive smile, she pulled the hoodie over her head and threw it in the direction of the bedroom door. “You can pick it up later, on your way out.”

Tony’s eyes went wide, and his hands held her thighs tighter. He licked his lips, and said, “Nice to know you were done organizing all of your bras when I got here.”

Ziva squeezed her thighs, and slid her hands up his chest, lowering herself on top of him at an excruciatingly slow pace. She rubbed the tip of her nose against his, breathing heavily, lips parted. “Why were you so hesitant to come in earlier?”

Tony’s hands slid up her bare back, holding her closer. He chuckled. “I thought there was a naked man in your bedroom.”

Ziva nipped at his bottom lip, then ran her rand hand down his side and under his shirt. Wagging her eyebrows, she said, “The night is still young.”

Tony grinned, and ran his right hand through her hair, pulling her head back lightly, exposing her neck. As he peppered her skin with kisses, he murmured, “Never realized spring cleaning could be this much fun.”

[hearts-hunger]

good morning snookums <3

[caffeinatedkylie]

30 Days of Productivity: Day 3/30

It was a longggg day, but I made some shit happen!

took my anthropology final after one last study push— I got a 96!

finally made an appointment to sort out the IUD drama

worked a super productive, drama-free shift

started getting packages from my big order of stuff for the house

journaled for the first time in years

finally located the xTiles manual

The last several weeks have been rough. Mental health is not great right now, work mostly sucks, and I’m still super unsettled/behind the power curve in the new house. But! I finished my class with a B, and I’m on a break from school now until summer. I really wanted to push through and take another class in the second session, but I really need some time to just situate myself, manage my mental health, establish new routines, and rest.

I have a lot to do around the house, and I’m looking forward to doing a LOT of recreational reading in my downtime! I’ve also got a weekend trip with my boyfriend coming up that I’m super excited about.

Lots to plan, lots to do, big chore day tomorrow— but first, relaxing hard for the rest of the night.

[arttsuka]

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[crownconstellation]

i have off friday so i'm going to go to the farmer's market for the first time in a couple of years :-)

[maximalminimalist]

Its been a while. I had to be intentional and put “declutter 18 things” on my To-Do list, and that’s what I did!! 18 things down!

I seriously can believe how much progress I’ve made.. But at the same time I started to feel overwhelmed and guilty about the fact that I accumulated so many things. I started to think to myself - I need to stop buying junk, and I can’t keep making impulse buys..

I decluttered my books today and while I was going through them I sat down and read through one of them and came across a part of a chapter that spoke about setting goals as a positive statement.

Instead of saying “I must to stop filling my space with junk”

I should say “I want to make more meaningful purchases”

Instead of saying: “l need to stop leaving my room a mess”

I should say: “I enjoy keeping my room welcoming, neat and organized”

You’re more likely to achieve goals this way because you’re getting what you want vs. restricting and limiting yourself.

It honestly boosted my mood when I began feeling down about all that I’ve accumulated. Made me realize that through my actions I was working towards a life that I want for myself and that setting goals that make me feel guilt is pointless.

[designedandplated]

Womens' Spring Dress, 30 April 1834.

Chapeau en paille de rix orné de plumes. Robe en mousseline de soie brodée Mantille en blonde sans couture.

Rice straw hat decorated with feathers. Embroidered silk muslin dress with a seamless pelerine made of silk lace.

A pelerine is the cape-like or shawl-like garment worn over the shoulders of the dress. It could be attached to the dress but was most often a separate piece. In the 1830s, at the height of their popularity, they were usually made from lace or chiffon.

[johnschneiderblog]

The march toward March

I know - you're tired of the darkness - right down to your Vitamin D-starved soul. You've had it with the tentative, watery sunrises and the early, dusk-less nights that come not gently, but abruptly like the drop of a light-blocking curtain.

But look at it this way: We in the Northern Hemisphere are now 30 days past the winter solstice, which means that we've completed one-third of our march through the seasonal heart of darkness, toward the spring equinox.

You could say we have two-thirds of of winter yet to endure, or you could say that one-third of the slog toward spring is behind us.

[klutzyghost13]

Day 22, in Glasses

Hope everyone is having a good day. If you ever need to talk I'm here.