#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.

[good--merits-accumulated]

sitting in my overnutrition lecture grinning like a fool from ear to ear because some fictional guy from the 15th century just diverted all his cargo to Kerasous and the Genoese cargo to Bursa, ruining Pagano Doria's trading endeavours and saving theirs from oncoming war. and he did all that while looking cunty as fuck and dispelling rumours of his violent death. amen.

[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.

[thatonequeerk1d]

~ 30 DAY IDOL CHALLENGE ~

Day 6: With friends

[klutzyghost13]

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

[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

[loudlooks]

Day 24 - Ladybugs

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: Tony and Ziva getting distracted at a crime scene, tbh, the only thing I knew when I started writing this was the Attenborough line, whatever happened after that was completely out of my hands

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: ladybugs (thanks @hopeless-nostalgiac), and vaguely "risking something in order to achieve something"

Word count: 1196

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“That’s unusual,” Tony said looking at the dead marine’s corpse which was practically covered in ladybugs.

“Not really,” McGee said casually.

Tony pursed his lips. “Those are ladybugs, Magoo, not maggots.”

“Yeah,” McGee replied undisturbed. “The weather’s getting warmer.” He crouched down and inspected a plant next to the body. “It’s full of aphids, ladybugs love aphids.”

Tony stared at him blankly. “Are you moonlighting as David Attenborough’s assistant now that you’re no longer writing about us?”

McGee stood up, opened and closed his mouth, then pointed in the direction of the van. “I forgot my gloves.”

Tony grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back. He nodded at Ziva. “You’re the book worm, has he published anything new about us?”

Ziva stepped in closer and stared down McGee. “I don’t know.” She narrowed her eyes. “Have you?”

“I, erm.” McGee swallowed hard, then recovered and shook himself loose from Tony’s grip. “I have not published anything new about you.”

McGee’s sudden confidence, triggered Tony’s suspicion. “You’re playing some linguistic game of semantics, aren’t you?” He pulled at McGee’s lapels, then roughly patted them until they lay flat. “You’re confusing Ziva, you know how Ziva gets when words confuse her.”

Ziva sent Tony an icy glare, and when he said, “See,” she slapped his arm.

“You’re not that interesting,” McGee said, with a forced smile, and walked off.

Tony scoffed. “Not that…who does  McPopular think he is, anyway? We should give him something to write about.”

Ziva rolled her eyes. “That is the opposite of what we want to do.”

Tony stared at McGee who was loitering near the van, occasionally sending them a furtive glance. He snapped his fingers. “We should make out in front of him now that he’s still nervous.”

Ziva stared at Tony blankly. “I am not making out with you next to a dead body covered in ladybugs.”

Tony frowned and glanced at the dead marine. “Can’t be too difficult to get rid of them, they fly, right?”

With extreme restraint, she said his name.

“You’re right.” He pretended to think deeply, then said, “The bullpen.” He grabbed her shoulders, and raised his eyebrows. “Gibbs’ desk.”

Ziva avoided his gaze, her teeth barely grazing her lip, and fiddled with her earring.

Tony let go of her shoulders. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That glint in your eye?”

“There was no…” Ziva looked everywhere but at him, and shrugged with exaggeration. “It was probably just a reflection of the sun.”

He grinned widely. “You’ve thought about making out with me on Gibbs’ desk, haven’t you?”

She suddenly stood taller and looked him straight in the eye. “No, I have not.”

Tony frowned. “Wait,” he said, and cocked his head, “are you playing a game of semantics now?”

Ziva looked at him innocently. “According to you, I don’t know what that means.”

Tony chuckled. “You know I start blabbering to get people to say things they don’t want to say.”

She raised an eyebrow, and went back to fiddling with her earring. “Is that why you asked me to make out with you?”

“No, my mind was still extremely focused on annoying McGee when I asked that.”

“And now?”

“Now…it’s very focused on …the thought of making out with you.”

“On Gibbs’ desk?”

“I asked you first,” Tony dodged her question.

“I already answered.”

“Right,” Tony said, and tried to stall for time. He looked her up and down, which didn’t help his confusion. “Not recently?"

Ziva’s face tightened. “Oh, you do not find me attractive anymore.”

“I,” he said with hesitation and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not what I meant.”

He glanced away, trying to quiet the nervous energy running through his veins. With a frown he focused on McGee, who was writing on a notepad, occasionally looking at them. “Is McGee taking notes on us?”

“Tony,” Ziva said calmly, and placed a hand on his cheek to get him to look at her. “Focus.”

He stared at her mouth and tried to remember where his mind had trailed off. “It’s different now.” He glanced to his right, spotting the dead marine, and huffed out a breath. “Do you really want to have this conversation here?”

“I did not start this conversation.”

“Fine.” He took a deep breath, and leaned in closer so he could lower his voice. “Making out with you on his desk would be all kinds of hot, and exciting, and something I would remember on my deathbed no matter how demented I become, but.” He shook his head lightly as his brows squished together briefly. “It’s just…not worth it anymore.”

Ziva tugged on her earring. “You mean, possibly getting caught?”

“No,” Tony breathed out, and briefly closed his eyes. “I mean possibly ruining our…friendship.”

“Oh.” Ziva blinked rapidly, and looked away, at a loss for words.

“Yeah,” Tony said dejectedly, and stood up straight, clenching his jaw.

As the awkward silence dragged on, Tony dropped his head briefly, and moved to get back to work right as her hand reached out to his chest, not quite touching, but enough to stop him in his tracks.

“You were right,” she said.

With a flutter in his stomach, yet as casually as possible, he said, “I always am.” He cocked his head, and stared at her intently, feeling the mood shift in his favor. “About what, specifically?”

Ziva inhaled deeply while trying to avoid his probing stare. With a quick scan that there was nobody within hearing distance, she hesitantly said, “I have thought about making out with you…in the bull pen…on your desk.” The intensity of his look and silence were too much to bear, and she continued against her better judgment. “And my desk…the elevator.” She shrugged casually and waved a hand. “The men’s room.”

His mouth went dry, and he resisted the urge to touch her. “Recently?”

“Well.” She wiped at her hair, even though it was still neatly contained in a bun. “Not since you stopped wearing your shoulder holster.”

“I thought you hated my shoulder holster?” Tony asked confused.

“It is distracting, Tony,” Ziva said, voice laced with a tinge of desperation.

“Oh, like your yellow blouse, with the …” He drew an imaginary line on his chest and bit his lip.

Distant voices drifted towards them on the wind, and reminded them, once again, that this really was neither the place nor time for a conversation like this.

“Perhaps,” Ziva started, and licked her lips, “you should come over tonight, for dinner, to, erm, discuss taking revenge on McGee.”

He grinned widely. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Of course, we would need to practice making out, I don’t like making out in front of people.”

Tony frowned, remembering the times they had been undercover. “Could’ve fooled me.”

At her raised eyebrows, he simply said, “Oh.” He glanced to his left, to check on their approaching co-workers. Leaning in, he said in a warm voice, “We can practice as long as you need to feel completely comfortable, whether that’s an hour, or a week.” He glanced at her lips, then got lost in her eyes. “A year, or even a decade…or five.”

[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.

[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 :-)

[gaym3bo1]

mental health update:

made a new stardew farm, named my character Jun, the farm MARS and my cat Po

[klutzyghost13]

Day 22, in Glasses

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