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Roxy, 31, Ziva/Tiva/Cote are the reason I came here. Sticking around cause I don't know any better. TV, books, food, travel, these are a few of my favorite things. 💗The Lord.

"What is essential, is invisible to the eye."


Emily Vancamp as Sharon Carter in “Captain America: The Winter Soldier”

Here’s an example of what we call a “soft no”. Sharon turns down Steve’s offer in a way that’s meant not to insult him but never actually uses the word “no”.

Steve clearly gets the message, though, and importantly offers to leave her alone. Sharon’s comment afterwards gives him an opportunity to try again later, but he doesn’t press and respects her rejection of his company even though it’s probably hurt his feelings a bit.

Just in case you ever wonder “What would Captain America do?”; there you go.

You know what I love? How in the absence, and dare I say destruction, of our OTP we’ve become food and doggy blogs??

It’s actually kinda perfect and makes sense if you think about it. Food because you kinda want to eat your feelings and dogs because they offer comfort and studies show they bring down blood pressure and combat depression.



Well then. Thanks for ruining my childhood.


“If I’m at a party where I’m not enjoying myself, I will put some cookies in my jacket pocket and leave without saying good-bye.”



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Maltese puppy gets a blow (dry) job (x)

[x] - Maltese Puppies - 8 Weeks Old


i take it you’re not interested in the premium channels


Tony stepped out of the charger on a warm night in July, Bishop not too far behind him.

“With all the crap I see you eating at your desk, it’s about time we take you out for a real meal.” He joked as he made his way onto the sidewalk towards the restaurant.   

“Well, I appreciate that,” she smiled. “Though that crap you keep telling me I’m eating is delicious.  And part of my process.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I remember.  Food association. I still don’t believe that’s a real thing.” Tony teased. 

“I swear, it is,” Bishop said with a laugh. 

“You want to get a table, or wait for the rest of the team?” 

“We can wait out here,” she chirped, “it’s a nice night.”

“That it is.” he said, trailing off.  He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck, like someone was watching them.  He turned quickly only to see someone turn and dart away.  For a moment he could swear…his heart seized.  It couldn’t be her.   He hadn’t heard from her in months, and there was no reason for her to be in DC, but he knew it was her.  He took off after her, leaving Bishop in the dust. 

“Tell the team I’ll make it up to them,” he called over his shoulder.  “ZIVA.” he yelled

The body didn’t stop.  He could tell she was trying to look inconspicuous, that she wanted to get lost in the crowd, but he knew her far too well for that.  His heart was beating out of his chest.  He was breathing a little too hard and sweating just a little too much.    He walked faster, weaving between people, just trying to catch up with her instead of pulling out his badge and telling everyone to make a hole.  She got caught up behind a very slow walking couple, and he grabbed her, praying to god that he wasn’t mistaken and grabbing some stranger on the sidewalk. 

She turned quickly, letting out a gasp at being caught.  Her hair was shorter, her skin more tanned, but it was her, in the flesh standing in front of him in the middle of Georgetown.

“Ziva.” he gasped in disbelief.  It was really her.  It wasn’t some illusion or a dream. It was her. 

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