The Idea Of Being An Emotional Burden On Someone Is Scary, No Matter How Big Or Small, But We Have To

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stolen from @moxyphinx <3

Last Song: “Sarah Onstage”, courtesy of Lisa Gutkin on a zoom call.

last movie: sleepy hollow. Another one of those odd tim burton films

currently watching: the 9 second video ON LOOP of me and the indecent cast on a zoom call

currently reading: in the shadow of islam (isabelle eberheardt) for a class and it’s quite interesting!

currently craving: more quesadillas (that was dinner)

i’m tagging: uhhh anyone! hii!

tag your vibe

days of the week;

monday: snoozing your alarm clock, navy, seeing the moon in the morning, vanilla ice cream, writing poetry, blurry photographs, windswept hair, iced coffee

tuesday: seeing a cat on the street, a light rain shower, untied shoelaces, indistinct music from someone else’s earphones, empty coffee shops, denim jackets, long train rides

wednesday: pastel highlighters, drinking water, group laughter, plucking daisy petals, floral scents, counting down to a birthday, peonies

thursday: old books, a downpour, telling the truth, comfortable silence, hand holding, wrapping a gift, the smell of leather, reminiscence

friday: neon lights, sweet cravings, a little bit drunk, falling in love with a stranger, remembering your dreams, cherry red, late night showers, desserts at midnight

saturday: watering plants, childhood cartoons, a bowl of cereal, meeting someone new, waking up early and laying in bed, spontaneous plans, sitting on a rooftop

sunday: strawberry smoothies, golden hour, a soft feeling of wistfulness, lazy afternoons, 4pm naps, lofi mixes, deja vu, long daydreams, lighting sparklers

today apparently just didnt exist

i forgot how fucking weird november is theres no afternoon its just night after 2pm

she is not, however, she makes a FIERCE ally and also gives the sapphics everything they could ever want

Is Katrina Lenk a lesbian or does she just exude the most potent and powerful lesbian energy of any woman ever to not be a lesbian?

her ENERGY in this performance was insane and almost made me want to listen to the hamilton cast recording. almost. but still... CARMEN CUSACK EVERYBODY

@projectbway event 01 : performance — carmen cusack performing “you’ll be back” from hamilton at miscast 2017

— you say our love is draining and you can’t go on you’ll be the one complaining when i am gone

Someone grant you the rights to a screenplay; I NEED THIS NOW!

NCIS 17x11: the ending we deserved.

Jimmy walks close to Ziva as they move towards the elevator.

We hear a familiar ‘ding’.

The world stops.

Ziva halts where she is, feet rooted to the ground. Her eyebrows shot up and her mouth opens involuntarily in surprise.

“You,” is all she can say.

The camera shows feet. Man feet, in formal black shoes. Then little feet jump down to the ground and start running.

Bright pink shoes with a bow on top of each one.

“Ima! Ima!” exclaims Tali, running towards Ziva with her arms opened, a big gap-toothed smile on her face.

Ziva gets down to her level and hugs her tightly. Tears of joy stream down her cheeks, but she doesn’t even notice them.

“Oh, Tali,” she says, as she kisses her daughter’s hair repeatedly, not believing this is actually happening.

Ziva David is finally free.

“Told ya it would work, Tali,” says a familiar voice.

The camera goes further up.

“Speechless. You see, all DiNozzo men have this quality of leaving women like that. We just don’t know if it’s a good or a bad-”

“Tony,” she interrupts him, eyes full of disbelief.

Her voice falters and she starts beaming, wiping her tears quickly and getting up.

“Tony. I thought was going to see you in Paris…” her voice is deep with emotion, “why… Why are you here?”

“You know why,” he answers, eyes watering as well.

Couldn’t live without you, I guess.

“Besides, your daughter couldn’t stop asking me where you were, so I just figure it would be best to come straight here, ” he continues, putting his hands on his pockets, “that’s why I wasn’t answering you. Not so much a fancy man to get Wifi on a plane.”

He casts his typical boyish smile and takes a step towards her. Ziva’s breath catches and she stands very still.

“Tony, I-”

“Shhh,” he whispers while grabbing her shoulders and kissing her forehead, “we have all the time in the world, sweet cheeks.”

They exchange a meaningful look. Relief. Love. Peace.

“Hello, everybody,” Tony waves to the team which is watching the scene from afar, “glad this place didn’t go under without the Very Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo taking care of it.”

His chin angles up as his eyes land on Torres.

“You,” he points at him, “you’re new.”

Tony looks at Bishop, and she’s casting him an amused look.

“Oh,” a loud laugh escapes his lips, “Oh, HO HO HO”, looking back to Torres with a big grin, “best of luck with that, pal. You’ll need it.”

“Ziver,” says Gibbs arriving at the scene.

“Gibbs. I thought you didn’t like goodbyes… Well, I… I don’t know what to say.”

Gibbs looks down at Tali, still hugging Ziva’s waist, and shuffles her hair.

“Nothing to say,” he looks back to Ziva, “you’re ready.”

He opens his arms and Tony raises Tali to his hip as Gibbs and Ziva hug for one last time. For now.

“I am ready.”

“I’ll miss you, Ziver,” he whispers in her ear.

“Sorry to interrupt, mon che-rrie,” says Tony, dragging the syllables in french with his tongue, “but we still have a plane to catch.”

Ziva lets go of Gibbs and they enter the elevator.

“Tap your red shoes three times, Dorothy,” says Tony smiling, Tali on his hip and Ziva kissing her cheek, “we’re going home.”

He looks back at Gibbs and the team.

Familiar orange walls greet them, and the feeling of bittersweet fills their tongue.

“Take care of them, DiNozzo.”

“On it, boss.”

The elevator doors close.

All is well.

really in this wistful moxy mood today

Christine Baranski for V Magazine photographed by Erik Lee Snyder (2021)

if the comments i left on my own work were visible to the public, this is what my brain would look like during most of my writing process lmao

Microsoft really out here trying to stifle my creativity

autumn evenings aesthetic