HM THEMES

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l-u-n-a-c-i-e:

mymusickeepsmealive:

fangirltothefullest:

FUCKING WATCH THIS

You really should watch this like rn

WATCH WATCH WATCH

We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in
I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not, and who I am. {x}

nope   tiva   ncis  

you make me droolCote de Pablo (7/?)

you make me drool
Cote de Pablo (7/?)

queencotes:

Reveille AU

She’s just jogging past when he catches sight of her. A big grey beanie and shades she pushes up, and brown curls that bob up and down with each step. He’s seen her quite a few times; passed and admired her on his jogging route, but they’ve never spoken. There and then, though, he just knows. This is it.

“It’s her.” he splutters out, swallowing his mouthful as quickly as he can. The bread sticks in his throat a little but he doesn’t care. His heart’s racing and he thinks his palms are sweating, and there’s a sick feeling rising up from the pit of his stomach that’s definitely not the food.

“Who?” Ducky asks, looking round intrigued as Tony reaches for a napkin and wipes his mouth messily.

He doesn’t know how to tell them it’s the woman with the grey beanie, who he’s been admiring from afar for months, so opts for the next best thing as he replies, “The love of my life.”

Standing, he jogs away, leaving his colleagues- and more regrettably his sandwich- alone.

He crosses the street haphazardly, darting between pedestrians and cars before he ends up on the sidewalk right next to the park in a cacophony of car horns and yells.
She’s a little ahead of him, her pace unrelenting, and his heavy jacket and rather full stomach are weighing him down considerably. Ordinarily, he’d either give up or toss the jacket aside, but today, he’s determined.

“Hey!” he yells out, louder than intended, and almost everyone nearby in the street turns to look at him, grey beanie included. She doesn’t stop though, merely smirks at him, seemingly knowing he’s looking for her, and turns back round, her steady pace continuing.

“Oh, so it’s like that, then?” he murmurs, under his breath, gaining speed. He overtakes her seconds later, spinning round and jogging backwards.

She blinks at him over her sunglasses, apparently unfazed, and keeps jogging. Not quite the effect he was going for but he’ll take it.

“Hi. I’m—“

“Blue t-shirt, yes? I have seen you a few times.”

Her voice is heavenly. That’s the first thing he thinks and he hopes to God he didn’t say it aloud. She’s got something of an accent; it’s deep and mysterious and oh, he knows catching up with her today was a good idea.

He smiles, awkwardly offering out a hand as he tries not to back up into a street sign. His pace is lagging a little with his backwards steps and they’re a little closer than they were before.
“Yeah. Uh, Tony.”

“Ziva.” she nods, shaking his hand and slowing down to a halt. He takes a look behind him, where Kate and Ducky stand in confusion in the distance. He waves his hand, gesturing at them to leave without him, and he thinks he might just see Kate roll her eyes before sitting down again.

“So-“ he cuts off, distracted by his new friend’s rather nice ass, as she stretches down to her toes right there on the sidewalk. He averts his eyes accordingly, but she probably knows he’s been staring anyway.

She stands up, looking a little accusingly at him, with her shades now tucked into the front of her t-shirt. Her eyes are brown, he notes, and he doesn’t know why but brown seems good.
“Is there a reason you almost got yourself killed trying to come and speak to me?”

He runs a hand through his hair, smiling awkwardly.
“You saw that, huh?”

“I thought you avoided the cyclist rather deftly.” she smirks with a deadpan tone, and for some reason it makes him laugh. Oh, she’s got fire in her eyes, this one.

“Thanks, it’s kinda a talent of mine.”

“Avoiding things?”

His jaw drops a little, stunned by her bluntness but taking the hint all the same.
“Uhm. I wanted to know if you’d maybe like to get a drink with me… sometime.”

His awkwardness is unusual, and uncomfortable. And she might just sense it, too, as she brings a hand up and pats his cheek rather playfully.

“I do not even know your last name. But, I would love to.”

His heart flutters a little.
“It’s DiNozzo. Tony DiNozzo.”

She smiles, properly this time, and it makes his stomach flip and ache painfully.
“Ziva David. It is… it’s nice to meet you.”

“You too.” he murmurs, and he’s never meant anything more in his life, he doesn’t think.

“Would you like to accompany me on the rest of my run?”

He casts a glance over his shoulder once more. Kate and Ducky are gone, as is that sandwich, he supposes, and though he should really get back to work the pull of her smile is too much to resist.

“Sure.”
He sends her a grin, the really charming one this time, and she merely slips her shades back on and heads off. He thinks he was almost expecting that.

(She kicks his butt when they attempt to race. He lets her.)

rubiesandrian's Fic Rec Challenge

Day 6: A fic involving a baby:

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Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by LittleSammy

It all starts out with Ziva picking up Tony in the hospital and Tony being still vulnerable and both of them slipping up, a bit. Starts with “Nature of the Beast” and progresses along the first half of season 9.

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I don’t read many baby fics. I’m just not the biggest fan of them (I know, I’m sorry. Don’t smite me). So technically this fic doesn’t involve an actual baby, BUT in the very last chapter, Tony and Ziva do discuss babies and it’s great (besides I had to put this fic somewhere on the list. It’s one of my absolute favorites).

Another head aches, another heart breaks
I am so much older than I can take

mon-petit-pois:

Click here  to come discuss Far into the Yellow Wood by wildpeace with us:) Anyone’s welcome!

whatsanialler:

how am i supposed to get a boyfriend i cant even get anons

navyyardarchives:

NCIS 10x04 Lost at Sea

shut up   tiva   ncis  

Reveille AU

YESSSSS   AU LAND   TIVA  

astudyofscarlett:

DO YOU KNOW THE FEELING WHEN A FANFIC IS SO PERFECT YOU JUST WANT TO SCREAM BUT YOU CAN’T SO YOU WIGGLE AND GIGGLE AWKWARDLY ALONE IN YOUR ROOM

everythingismadefromdreams:

-You know, I think McGee’s right.

-He was, was he?

4x10 - Smoked

tiva   ncis  

ssv-normandy:

when people casually mention something you’re completely obsessed with and it takes every fuckin ounce of your self control not to propel yourself into the stars and scream for the rest of eternity about how much you love the thing