#quite dark

[barnbert]

The common theme being exploitation and the key threads and themes constantly being given to us is about sex and kev not being able to be intimate with Robert (presumably because he was able to have this whenever he wanted in prison (ew) and now, that element is out of his control)

So, I think this will be horrowing but also, incredible theme to explore with someone whom is a charmer by nature, comfortable in the bedroom environment and commanding in his own way

[wanna-get-that-spike]

Guns & Goodnight Kisses - An NCIS fanfiction

- A look into Ziva's childhood -

Abba hands her a gun under the strict instructions not to tell her ima. It's cold and heavy and a bit scary, but as she lifts it up and down and turns it around and think about all of the people she's seen today, Ziva can't prevent the smile on her face from growing. “Can I try it?” He hesitates at first, but then sees the way the gun seems to be right at home in her tiny hand. He lifts her up so she kneels on the ledge and stands behind her, closing his hands around her much smaller ones and levels the gun at the round target. He tells her to pull the trigger and she barely blinks at the recoil. Ziva knows she hasn't ever seen her abba as proud as when the shooting instructor tells him she's a natural with a gun. He kisses the top of her head and calls her 'My Ziva'. It becomes a game of theirs. He brings her to Mossad whenever they can get away with it. Her ima has no idea.

Read the whole thing on AO3

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[rotzaprachim]

The ao3 tag is really like we’re doing Star Wars all Over again

[arrow-guy]

check under the cut to see what kind of junk i’m writing for my 350 class this quarter lmao

first draft of my Bad Poem for class tomorrow (not turning this one in)

“She sits on the porch

And she waits

She sits on the porch and she waits

And she looks up at the stars and feels smal

lShe doesn’t understand why she feels small

She just does

And she understands that things just have to be sometimes

And she accepts it

She accepts that she is small and moves on

She sits on the porch and she waits

Looking at the stars

And she hopes that they’ll come home soon

She’s not sure who she’s waiting for

She just knows that they’re very importantAnd they will come

She knows they will

So she sits on the porch and she waits

Looking up at the starsWaiting for someone very important

And she doesn’t question it

Because sometimes it be like that i don’t fuckin know help me out here“

Second Draft:

She’s tired, and quiet

And sad in a way that’s hard to understand

But you want to

So you try your best

She doesn’t smile in public like she does when she’s with you

So you do your best to make her happy whenever you can

To make her laugh as naturally as when you’re at home

It doesn’t always work

But when it does

Oh it’s so worth it

When she actually smiles

Her eyes light up

And it’s like she’s hiding a galaxy that only you get to see

And her laugh

Oh her laugh

It’s the purest, happiest sound you’ve ever heard

And it’s only for you

Only you are lucky enough to hold the key to that laugh

You don’t know how you did it

You just know that you never want her to stop

You just want to make her feel that way

All the time

And without worry

So you try your best

And you keep trying

She’s tired and quiet

In a way that no one really understands

But you do

And you try your best

To keep her happy in a way that only you can

(definitely wayyyy more proud of the second one and it has teh added bonus of being really fuckin ga y)

[beautiful-heart14]

[beautiful-heart14]

[shy-necromancer]

This is the least creepy song Ilva knows