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mon-petit-pois asked:

Vibbs, 12

(I hate you for this) 

12. things you said when we were lingerie-shopping

“I don’t know how you talked me into this, Gibbs,” Leon muttered under his breath from behind a curtain, a hidden changing area in the back of the store surrounded by racks of sheer lace and satin skivvies.

The silver-haired man, never overcome with the gift of gab, shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, his piercing blue gaze unwavering as he muttered, “A bet’s a bet, Leon.”

The Director poked his head out and threw him a pointed glance, aggravated, but said nothing.

“If you weren’t prepared to agree to the terms … ” Gibbs trailed off. Damn the stupid Seahawks for losing, Leon thought for the thousandth time today. But he’d agreed to the terms, and Leon knew that Gibbs had him there.

“I’m coming out,” Leon informed his Agent, “And if you laugh, you will be fired under suspicion of treason and sent to Gitmo.”

Gibbs didn’t answer, but when Leon stepped out from behind the curtain, clad only in a pair of red lace bikini bottoms and a matching lace bra - that he didn’t even come close to filling out - Gibbs couldn’t hide his smirk.

Leon narrowed his eyes, as a warning, but Gibbs simply responded, “Did I laugh?” 

Before Leon could answer, Gibbs raised his cell phone, an antique according to McGee, but still a camera phone that his tech-savvy agent had shown him how to work just that morning. He’d been prepared, and snapped a shot of Leon in all his glory before grinning and saying, “You know, Leon, red really isn’t your color.”

You know how to work a camera phone? Since when?” If he’d thought that photographic evidence would be part of the equation, he never would have agreed to the bet.

“Not important,” he said, flipping the phone shut and putting it in his pocket.

Sighing and retreating back into the dressing room area, Leon heard Gibbs chuckling behind him. “Next year, Gibbs, we are betting money.”

15 Things

Thank you noralinenbrook for tagging me. List 15 things that make you happy and tag 15 people to do the same.
(And yes listed in no particular order)

1.Home
2.Family,cousins and friends
3.Nature,forests and plants
4.Snow
5.Pizza
6.Flowers..especially fuschias and cherry blossoms
7.Coloring
8.Making art
9.My religion, Islam.
10.Talking to Animals..or well playing with animals as long as theyre furry and cute(no insects allowed)
11.reading
12.Dreaming
13.God
14.Sunny days
15.You!

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Lehavot, Part VI

Author: mon-petit-pois
Chapter WC: 12,906
Composite WC: 68,614

Summary: “Flashes of a long summer full of take out dinners, sweaty skin, and soft, crumpled bed sheets flickered before her eyes, and she would have cherished them if she had known that, in a few weeks, she would not have been able to remember any of it. But this was different. He was different.” (Somalia AU, T/Z)
Link to Part I

She woke up in a bright room, sunlight streaming in from the only window. That was the first thing she noticed—the light. Even before she opened her eyes she could see its reddish glow through her lids. At first, her mind jumped to the torture chamber in Somalia. She had fallen unconscious there, and so she would wake up there. It was only logical.

But the light streaming in from the single window was about the only similarities the guest room in Gibbs’s house had to her desert cell. Quickly she took note of the beige walls, the half-empty bookshelf, the oak tree whose green leaves pressed right up against the glass plane. She noticed the lack of almost any pain. She noticed the comfortable temperature, the soft bed, the clean pajamas, the downy comforter. And then there was the warm, humming body she was pressed up against, the chest she was using as a pillow that went thuh-thump, thuh-thump under her ear, the fingers that lay limp on her side. This last one was perhaps the greatest shock of all. The night came back to her in bits and pieces.

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I did it!

I made Milathos and The Musketeers a part of my French presentation. lol

Quand nous avons rencontrée <<the Musketeers>> dans un duel avec <<the Red Guards>> - Aramis, Athos, d'Artagnan et Porthos, nous avons eu nos épées et aidé à gagner le duel. Constance a préparée un grand repas pour nous. Nous avons eu le poulet avec des petits pois, les carottes et pommes de terre avec la créme brûlée. Soudain, il y avait un frapper à la porte. Constance a répondu et c'était Milady de Winter. “Je n'étais pas invitée?” Elle a demandée. Tout le monde regardé Athos pour lui quelque chose. Mais il n'a pas dit. Il a bu plus de vin. Elle se assoit à côté de lui. 

(When we met the Musketeers in a duel with the Red Guards - Aramis, Athos, d’Artagnan and Porthos, we had our swords and helped with the duel. Constance prepared a meal for us. We had the chicken with peas , carrots and potatoes with créme brûlée . Suddenly there was a knock on the door . Constance replied and it was Milady de Winter . “I was not invited ?” She asked . Everyone looked at Athos for something. But he did not say. He drank more wine. She sits next to him. )

anonymous asked:

Qu'est-ce qui est vert et qui monte et qui descend ? Un petit pois dans un ascenseur !

….did I just get sent a dad joke in French?

(thanks Google translate lol)

mon-petit-pois replied to your post: mon-petit-pois replied to your post: send me weird…

JUST REMEMBEr, wHEN YOURE PUKING YOUR GUTS OUT FROM THE IMAGES SHE’LL PUT IN YOUR HEAD— YOU BROUGHT THIS ON Y O U R S E L F

MY EYES HAVE SEEN TERRIBLE THINGS THROUGH FANFICTION AND /B/ AND THE INTERTRONS IN GENERAL I THINK I WILL BE OKAY

PLUS I HAVE A SURPRISINGLY STRONG STOMACH REALLY THE ONLY THING THAT MAKES ME WANT TO RETCH IS THE THOUGHT OF EITHER TONY OR ZIVA WITH SOMEONE THAT IS NOT EACH OTHER BECAUSE GROSS.