#ok2rb!

[maxpawb]

Progressive emotional transformation

[ayatoscupid]

you and your f/os having had a tiring day and just stumbling home, changing into comfortable clothes and slipping into bed snuggled up against each other. no words needed, just each other’s warmth and comforting presence as a reward for getting through the day.

your f/os and especially you did well today, and you deserve to get some rest together. ♡

[ashmp3]

accidentally matched with the sunset

[dracwife]

pedantic.

ship: about this dream & you → mickey/tim

word count: 960

summary: Tony settles an argument between Mimi and Tim. Based on a little idea I had for those pre-case interactions we see<3

The elevator dings, and Tony checks his watch. 8:45, that should mean that…

"Tony, I'm not pedantic, am I?"

"Good morning, Timmy," he smiles. Right on cue. 

"Right?"

Tony pauses, squints. He looks Tim over curiously, the way his backpack is slung over his shoulder half-hearted, his jacket draped over his arm. His annoyed, pleading face staring down at him, mouth slightly agape. Tim shakes his head and furrows his brows, waiting for an answer.

"Not at all, my dear friend. Why ever would you think such a thing?" Tony finally leans back in his chair, offering the other agent a moment to let out the breath he'd been holding.

"Thank you!" he huffs, and continues towards his desk, dropping his bag and retrieving his things from his desk drawers. He shakes his head in disbelief, disgruntlement.

"He asks because that's what I told him he is," the third voice joins them finally, "It was very mean of you not to hold the elevator for me."

"Oh," Tony sighs, watching the dark haired man round the corner into the bullpen.

"Mickey called you pedantic?"

"Because he is."

"Tony said I'm not," Tim gestures towards him, almost like a child, desperate to win the argument.

Tony grimaces, "Actually, he's right. You are pedantic. Like, so, totally, very extremely pedantic. All the time."

"What?" Tim's voice almost cracks. His head turns toward his friend, confused and possibly betrayed, "I am not!"

"Like a middle-aged school teacher with a classroom full of over-hyped kiddies holding a stack of worksheets and an eternal grudge over stolen youth, my friend." 

"You just said I wasn't!"

"I lied," Tony offers gently.

"Why would you lie to my face?"

"You see, McMeticulous, it's a bit like picking on those same little middle school kiddies. You bully the same one for so long, it gets a little boring," Tony tilts his head, offers an apologetic gaze, "You almost get to feeling bad for the kid after a couple of years, cause he never fights back. You throw him a bone once in a while."

"This is unbelievable! What else have you lied to me about?"

"Oh, so much, Tim. But it made you feel nice every time, didn't it?" Tony's words cover his laugh for a moment, but that toothy grin that grows as he speaks still shines through. 

"You see, Tony, this morning," Mickey exaggerates every word, "I couldn't find my hairbrush. So instead of wasting our time, lest we be late --" his head snaps towards Tim, who's now sat carefully at his desk, glaring back, "I just borrowed my dear boyfriend of nearly six years', you know, assuming that because we've been together so long," the pitch of his voice slowly rises, "Maybe he wouldn't mind so much. But apparently in doing-so I committed some heinous sin against humanity!"

"I just don't like when people borrow my brush, okay?"

"Tim, for god's sake we share a bed! We share clothes! We share pillows and hats and we drink from the same coffee cup every morning! Oh my god, we even shared a toothbrush when you left yours at home on that case in Florida last month! And I can name a million other things we share besides that, but to be quite honest with you I don't think Tony wants to hear about those."

"Maybe I do," his voice chimes in.

"I don't," the final voice interrupts them.

"Gibbs, would you please tell Tim he's being ridiculous?"

The man in question rounds the corner, and makes his way to his own desk, quietly. He looks over towards Mickey with a smile, and tilts his head for a second, that sort of half-head shake he's so used to being given.

"I just don't like people moving my things, okay? And…It's a very expensive brush. And Mickey has very…Tough knots when he gets out of the shower sometimes. It's made for gentle hair."

"Expensive gentle-hair-only brush? That's…So very McGee of you, McGee," Tony mumbles, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

"And so pedantic. It's not even an insult. It's just fact."

"And you --" Tim turns to Mickey, "I didn't hold the elevator because you stopped to get coffee." His voice lowers, "I'm sorry."

"Well, it was still mean," the other pouts, and passes cups to the other two agents, and places another on Ziva's empty desk in the assumption she'd be in at any moment before finally approaching the corner where he and Tim's desks sit, touching in some sort of broken L, in perhaps the most ironic and sickeningly-cute ways they could have possibly been arranged; And in six years, neither of them had ever questioned it. Mickey holds out the last cup to his boyfriend.

"You still got me coffee?" Tim looks up at him. Those stupid puppy eyes, Mickey could never resist them, and he almost hates himself for it.

"Well…Yeah. I've never not gotten you coffee, no matter how mad I am at you. Besides, you're gonna give it to me in three sips anyways. You always do."

Tim almost smiles, and takes the cup.

"Thank you."

Mickey shrugs, and tries to hide his grin back. Tim glances over at their boss, who seems preoccupied with whatever was on his monitor at that moment. He glances to the side, where Tony sits relaxed, inspecting his coffee. He glances towards the elevator, where he sees Ziva finally joining them. Then he looks towards Mickey, who has finally sat down, and propped his feet onto his desk, keyboard in his lap, and checking his email. Tim pulls up his own, enters the recipient, and types out just three words before hitting send.

Mickey blinks, puzzled for a moment. Clicks something. 

And then he smiles.

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

having a child has taught me that every toddler is completely justified in their frustrations and tantrums because learning how to do something you have literally never encountered or heard of before is insane. and being expected to be completely calm in the face of this constant barrage of overwhelming information is doubly insane.

i got charlie a sticker activity book and it occurred to me i have to TEACH someone how to unpeel stickers. it's SKILL that requires DEXTERITY and FINE MOTOR ABILITY. i thought it was obvious that you have to curl the page a little bit to create a break in the cut so the sticker comes up.

obviously a fucking BABY wouldn't know that because they have no background experience to inform their thought process. OBVIOUSLY. and OBVIOUSLY the LITERAL BABY wouldn't get it right the first few times. it would OBVIOUSLY take practice. lots of it.

i hate this feeling. it's so obvious. why are children treated so badly when they're learning everything for the first fucking time. why do people treat children so horribly and expect so much. they're brand new. why didn't i get the same grace i give to my child? why did no one have patience for me? why, when it's this easy?

it's so easy. it's so fucking easy.

[unmarketableplushy]

out of curiosity do you know what the URL of the person your reblogging from refers to/means?

[dykestache]

new heart bong 🫀

[hadal-heart]

reblog to bother your f/o a little bit

[ssozo]

[budoodly]

reposting bc i messed up the time limit. i woke up in a cold sweat to make this last night so if you disagree w me you’re wrong bc this was a vision from god.

[kayfacedraws]

study of leyendecker's 1929 "june" from the saturday evening post, with bilbo and thorin as my subjects for this study

reference under cut

[addox]

things they dont teach you anymore:

- how to write a check

- cursive

- that selfshipping is cool and awesome and some of the most creative and well executed stories ive read and art ive seen have been ocxcanon, so whether u do it for fun or coping or whatever reason u should do it. because creating is creating and whos gonna stop u

- how to change a tire

pr*ship c*mship etc dni & if u steal this ur bald lol

[ashmp3]

finished (i think) fit for the concert + not pictured black platform boots

[dracwife]

he's gonna bodycheck michael . it wont end well but it was pretty funny at least. (color wip under cut but tw for like. blood and stuff)

[unmarketableplushy]

i am the WORLDS PRETTYIST PINK PRINCESS and im gonna KILL YOU WITH MY HUGE FUCKING HAMMER

[axemartyr]