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EVERYTHING BEYOND THIS POST IS AN ARCHIVE

i’m far too proud of everything that i did on this blog 3 years ago to archive and restart it, so i don’t want to delete things, but if i actually do a revamp on here, i’m starting all over again with a new icon style, new tagging system, and new partners since no one is active anymore.

#it's been 3 years but i miss this blog n that's the tea

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Short version: not dead.

(via ofdevilsstrings)

#lol #{ v: blood; bones; voice; ghost. }#{ if he'll let me. }

directorsheels:

( @handpiicked )

A FEW BRISK STRIDES TAKES her from the foot of the stairs to the center of the squad room; she stands at the corner of DiNozzo’s desk in Jethro’s central hub and looks around for a brief assessment of the current state of this team made up of her star agents. But none of them seem to be around – that is, until Agent Todd rounds a corner. Jenny nods in acknowledgment, a small but professional smile flickering faintly across her features. Jethro had told her that Agent Todd is a good agent and she has not disappointed. But Jenny hasn’t had the chance to really talk to Todd yet, and, while popping by in the middle of an investigation is probably not the best place to strike up a friendly, workplace conversation, she thinks maybe she might chance it.

‘Agent Todd,’ she begins, taking a few steps forward, ‘how are things going with the case?’

She expects Tony to call out to her, whining about the reservations to the really fancy French restaurant with the really hot chick that he’s most likely going to have to cancel. He’d already tried moaning to Gibbs about it that morning ( “--- boss ! so what are the chances of---” immediately cut off by the elevator door closing in his face ) so she’s lived in dreadful anticipation of his grievances all day.

Needless to say anyone else is a welcome surprise.

“ Director Shepard, ” A welcome surprise is still a surprise indeed ; the lilt of her voice, the barely-raised pitch on the greeting’s final syllable gives it away as she pauses to mirror the smile before moving across the room. “ No progress when I talked to Abby earlier. But Gibbs left to get her a Caf-Pow about... ten minutes ago. ” She steps behind her desk, but does not yet sit, eyes flickering from the director to the phone ( no light, no missed calls ) and back again. " So, from their track record, I’d expect her to be getting a ding! any minute now. ”

#{ v: kim needs new verse tags 2k1forever; }#directorsheels #...this is where the shells typo occured #hashtag never forget

*slides coffee across the table*

@mutuals come play with me

#{ out of the yard. }#B R I B E R Y

marinescoffee:

HE’S NOT ROLLING WITH IT. yeah, so she caved; jethro’s not too surprised. as TEAM LEADER, these agents are his family responsibility, and he can’t keep ‘em safe when they’re keeping secrets. so maybe he’s tough on them, maybe he can be a bastard: he’s been called worse, usually by his exes. but when kate’s head is up in the clouds (stuck on some guy from the coffee shop, or the next damn spa weekend she’ll be taking with abby – hell, he doesn’t know) it’s his job to bring her focus back to today. to their current case.

and his team using his rules against him just makes that job a whole lot harder.

“ it’s better to seek forgiveness than ask permission? RULE EIGHTEEN. ” his tone hardens, so does his stare – there’s a tension wired through his frame that wasn’t there a moment ago. jethro’s mind races, trying to piece together what in the hell special agent todd could’ve done to warrant pulling such a card. god, if she’s kept something SERIOUS from him, too skittish to give him a head’s up for some potential snag or other complication – his expression sours as he flips through countless scenarios.

“ spit it out, kate. ”

and now, he stands – palms braced on the desk as he leans across, not giving a damn about any preconceived notions of personal space. she doesn’t deserve that imaginary bubble of safety if she’s done something stupid to jeopardize the case. jethro doesn’t want to spend all night here, staring her down, but they’re not leaving until they get this figured out.

right, yeah, RULE EIGHTEEN. halfheartedly noted, the majority of her attention devoted to him. if ‘s gonna he’s pissed now, she’s gonna hate to see him in about twenty seconds. the way she reads him, there’s a couple different ways this conversation could go ; though she can’t decide which reaction she would most prefer, she’s praying to evade his signature SILENCE. .

“ it’s not about the case, ” she begins, and now that she thinks about it, she’s almost insulted by the thought that he might think it so. almost because it’s happened before, she’s messed up before, but the fact that he’s so willing to use it against her at a time like this ---- well, it’s damn insulting. and she’s going to let him know as such.

...at a later date. when she’s not about to admit to prying into his personal life.

“ it’s --- not about anything to do with work, actually. ” and now she’s just stalling and she knows it, knows he knows it, too, and knows he needs to know that she knows what she now knows.

he leans in and she straightens, shifting her weight from one foot to both feet and squaring her shoulders. she lifts her chin like the type of woman who is CONFIDENT in her decision, like the type of woman she is ---- was more so before she was being stared down, but is still. he shakes her, but she does not crumble. to prove it, she meets his eyes, stares into the man she now views with so much more depth, just in time to tell him how.

“ i read your file, gibbs. ”

#marinescoffee #{ v: get your gear; }#my antivirus software wouldn't let me open the rules list because of a phishing threat #you stick THAT in YOUR palm pilot and suck it

withghcsts-blog

he was just making small talk, but at her response, his head tilts up, a little more enthusiastic at the common ground she’s just unsuspectingly created.

’ boston? that’s where i grew up ! ’

he misses it sometimes, too. new york city is exhausting at times, especially when he has anxiety that tends to weigh him down. he always looks forward to going back to visit his parents and his younger sisters.

he realizes that he’s smiling at her, and not the subdued kind. the crooked mess that makes up his real smile, and he reigns it back in. he always forgets about the dead nerve endings in his lip until he’s smiling at someone he doesn’t want to embarrass himself in front of.

her enthusiasm at angie’s presence catches his attention again, though, so he focuses on that. his hand strokes over angie’s ears, and the puppy’s tail fwaps against his calf.

’ yep. i have a great pyrenese upstairs, too, but maya angelou here can’t function without attention. she’s a BRAT, but you can pet her if you want ? ’

handpiicked

the kind of guy who LIVES where he WORKS ----- noted, though not necessarily underscored by the judgment some surely would have applied to the assessment. A) that would be more than a touch hypocritical, and ( more relevantly ) B) it’s a handy predicament to be in, from her vantage point. guy with dogs and a position of ( relative ? ) importance close by. check that : CUTE guy with dogs and a position of importance close by.

LAURA SKINNER [ 1 ] UNIVERSE [ 10,000 ] ( well, at least she has a shot at catching up )

she only catches a glimpse of his smile before it fades away, but that brief moment is enough to gain her another point or two on the tally board. even if this means she’ll have to brush up on some of her boston knowledge ; she’d think it the wrong fact to have lead with for her own weakness had the association not seemed to make him so happy.

“ oh, i wasn’t there long -- two years or so, ” real world : two days, not counting a service trip with her youth group in high school or a handful of secret service details or the three hour layover on a business trip to france. “ but it’s a lovely city.”

defer to something she DOES know more about.

“ ----- and aren’t YOU a lovely girl ! ”

she extends her hand palm-up first, then flipsit to go right for between the ears. that same smile lights up her face, that softer kind she gives to dogs and babies and ( to a slightly modified extent ) precious old ladies.

“ you are a lovely girl ; yes you are, yes you are, maya angelou. ”

#withghcsts #{ v: the art of keeping up disappearances. }

thank you, tony dinozzo, for being in my life since i was seven years old. i’m sure as shit gonna miss you.

#{ out of the yard. }#ALSO WE GOT TWO NODS TO KATE IN TONY'S GOODBYE EPISODE #AND I'M AN EMOTIONAL WRECK OVER IT

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she’s pretty, he notes. no, more than that. she’s beautiful, in a stark, professional sort of way. he can’t help but notice it, even though he knows that maybe he shouldn’t. she’s a guest, and he owns this place. it’s unprofessional to stare.

he thinks he sees her throat work as she composes herself. but whatever momentary stumble was there d i s a p p e a r s in all of a second. archer considers that maybe he imagined it.

the keyboard clickclickclicks under his fingers as he types in her name, pulling up the details of her reservation.

’ yep, here you are. room 417. one queen size bed. sound right ? ’

dark eyes scan over the rest of the information quickly, and he can’t help but notice the lack of an end date for her stay. this happens sometimes. usually the business types, who don’t know how long their busy schedules will carry over.

’ you here for work or for a vacation ? ’

archer gives her a small smile as he makes small talk, prepping the room keys. he’s not trying to pry, and honestly he’s not fully expecting her to even ANSWER. half the time people don’t. but it’s polite to ask at least.

the toe of his shoe nudges angie, who had been sleeping under the desk, and with a curious woof she pops up, resting her paws on the counter top, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she pants happily up at the woman.

( come on, angie, don’t embarrass me. )

’ sorry. she stays behind the desk with me while i’m working sometimes. be careful or she might try to lick you to death. ’

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“ work, ” she answers, and at least that one is simple. “ i’ve been... RELOCATED down here from boston. ”

she smiles, but it’s mostly at herself, the ease with which the story slides off her tongue. it’s the first time she’s used that part on someone else, not fornell or one of the other agents or her cracked bathroom mirror. it holds up rather well, she thinks, in the light of day. especially in the face of, well, such a handsome face.

“ and, yes, sorry. one queen sounds just about --------HI ! ”

it’s not quite a 180° change, her demeanor, probably somewhere closer to 90, but her smile brightens, eyes widen, and somewhere inside, heart warms. ' men are always cuter when they have dogs, ’ a voice that sounds like abby muses, and the fact that such a memory doesn’t bring a pang of guilt or sorrow to her chest is proof enough that the goth was right.

“ she’s yours, then ? your dog ? ” captain obvious inquires, temporarily switching her gaze from the canine cutie to the human one.

#withghcsts #{ v: the art of keeping up disappearances. }

what she says: i'm fine

what she means: tonight is michael weatherly's last night on the show and i'm not ready to say goodbye to very special agent anthony dinozzo, who likes to hide behind the face of a clown but is the best young agent leroy jethro gibbs has ever worked with

#ncis #michael weatherly #tony dinozzo #anthony dinozzo #ncis spoilers #(i guess??? if you've been under a rock all this time)

marinescoffee:

IN HIS BONES, JETHRO’S JUST A BOY FROM STILLWATER, PA. he wanted to serve his country, marry a pretty girl, raise a couple kids – shannon and kelly were more than he deserved; better than anything he could’ve asked for. and then he lost them.

it’s not a part of his past he likes dragging to the surface. in fact, those years (for the most part) are locked in a box, buried six feet deep, and covered with an ocean. (it’s a no-brainer that he works with the navy now; he wasn’t there to save his family, but he can damn sure bring closure to someone else’s.)

of course – jethro doesn’t know that kate knows. not yet.

his second ex-wife used to say she liked him ‘cos he’s not a man of many words, but he sure knows the right ones. most of the time. jethro’s thinking this is another – kate throws him a half-assed smirk which only serves to heighten his suspicions. so, he stares.

and keeps staring.

he probably won’t stop until she caves.

I DON’T WANT YOU HERE IF YOUR MIND’S NOT ON THE CASE, those cold blue eyes say. or maybe, GOD, I HOPE YOU NEVER HAVE TO LIE ON MY BEHALF (because he can read her like one of dinozzo’s favorite books – you know, the ones with the pictures. he doesn’t need captions to see she’s holding something back.)

she caves.

‘ nice fold, ’ she can practically hear tony say. as if he doesn’t do it, too, crumble under that gaze, crack under that invisible pressure, cave in they ALL do ; they’re powerless not to, and she’s beginning to wonder if he likes them like that. predictable, obedient, weak, so they won’t forget where they stand. ( neve rmind how much STRONGER they’ll all actually be for it, in the end. ) at least she doesn’t stutter when she acquiesces.

“ what’s that rule ? ” she begins, and now that she’s begun, she’s already LOST. as if she ever had any chance of winning at all. “ about --- forgiveness ? number nineteen or something ? ”

she has it scrawled somewhere in her palm pilot from the early ( correction: earlier ; anyone and their mother will be the first to tell you kate todd still has a long way to go on this journey ) days with the team. RULE EIGHTEEN, it is. so she’s off by one ---- sue her. the exact number is hardly the point. the point is recovering some measure of her authority or some shred of his mercy or... something. roll with it.

#marinescoffee #{ v: get your gear; }#look at my quick turnaround

dinozzo-jr

We’ve come a long way from where we began Oh I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again When I see you again

#{ & visage. }#ha ha HA

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@handpiicked | because i do what i want

IT’S IN THE WAY SHE AVOIDS HIS GAZE, the way he feels her staring when she should be looking at the plasma – as if HE’S somehow more interesting than their current double homicide. it’s in the way she glances at him when he walks into the squad room, like instead of clutching his coffee cup he’s carrying a severed head.

there’s something on her mind, and jethro’s beginning to think it’s interfering with her work.

so that’s why he tosses her a POINTED LOOK when she’s packing up her things, on her way to leave the office and go do whatever she does when she’s not at the navy yard. dinozzo and mcgee head out, bickering about whatever they’ve been arguing about all damn day, and soon enough it’s just the two of them in the big orange room. seems they’ve got the place all to themselves, which is for the best, because his gut’s been telling him he probably won’t like the answers to his questions.

“ out with it, kate, ” he begins, leaning back in his chair, because the alternative would be getting to his feet and crossing the space between them. following a short, mild sigh, jethro resigns himself to the inevitable conversation. “ something’s on your mind, and it’s not about our two dead petty officers. ”

handpiicked

it’s in the way he doesn’t talk about himself, the way he doesn’t talk about anything. he’s all black coffee and too-quiet footsteps, steely gaze and semper fi and she can’t understand. and he hired her, she thinks, to UNDERSTAND. to profile, to analyze, to figure it out, to never give up. he’s a bastard ( full stop. ) and he’s a bigger bastard if he thinks that doesn’t apply to HIM, too. he piques her interest, gets under her skin, fuels her impassioned phone calls with rachel, leads her to a cup of tea and a thick file and the gentle glow of her lamplight in the abandoned bullpen and -------- oh. boats in the basement and skeletons in the closet.

she’s not TONY ; that is to say, she hasn’t done what she’s done for the sake of rubbing it in his face. but his face is all she can look at it, and god, she can’t look at it the same. every line is so much deeper, every feature -- she wonders which kelly shared. he hasn’t told her, and although it’s not as if they’ve sat around and swapped life stories by the campfire ( ' i never knew how much i could cry until my grandma mitchel died ; what’s been the most traumatic death in your life, gibbs ? ’ ) , knowing this feels like trespassing . so she holds her tongue if not her gaze and starts to digest his truth like a brick in her stomach.

of course this is the time he decides to TALK.

“ hm ? ” purse halfway up her shoulder, she freezes. his gaze is chilling and purposeful, and she knows words of dismissal are useless without having given them their fair shot. she settles for a half-smirk that morphs its way into a grimace, a scoff, a tease. “ YOU initiating a conversation ? what’s next, dinozzo referencing literary classics ? ”

#marinescoffee #{ v: get your gear; }

OUTRAGEOUS ! -- the infamous shower playlist // listen on spotify. pop hits from 2006 and 2016, delivered to you by caitlin “ kate ” todd

01. outrageous - britney spears 09. sexyback - justin timberlake 02. talk dirty (feat. 2 chainz) - jason derulo 10. i kissed a girl - katy perry 03. dangerous woman - ariana grande 11. hollaback girl - gwen stefani 04. stitches - shawn mendes 12. sugar - maroon 5 05. expensive - tori kelly 13. don’t cha - the pussycat dolls 06. bad day - daniel powter 14. irreplaceable - beyonce 07. hips don’t lie - shakira 15. confident - demi lovato 08. sorry - justin bieber

----- thank / blame @marinescoffee

#i'm so #i almost spent more time on that graphic and then i gave myself a headslap