sO! Here’s me and @hopesucker this lovely persons collaboration
I colored the first one (todomatsu)
She colored le second one ( beast wirt- )
This was really fun aaaa-
Hope u enjoyed it too, duzya
It was the middle of the day, but Ziva had already cleared it
with Tali’s preschool that the interruption would be okay. They’d decided it was fine, especially considering how long she’d been gone.
She loved her new job and it kept her home at much more reasonable hours
than her job at NCIS had, but it had the unfortunate drawback of annual
conferences lasting a week, none of which, she’d been informed when she
started working there, were optional.
Or local, apparently.
missed her little girl, however, and although this time certainly
wasn’t worse than the last time she’d been separated from her, it still
made her anxious and ready to see Tali again and give her a big hug. She
might just pull her out of school early for some ice cream and a
Ms. Hanson was standing toward the
front of the room as the children played, all of them wandering around
and interacting with each other over blocks and letters of the alphabet,
and she caught Ziva’s eye from inside the room, nodding slightly to
signal that she could come in. Ziva took her cue, scanning the room for
that mess of light-brown curls and bright brown eyes she’d committed to
memory from the moment she’d held her daughter in her arms.
There she is, Ziva
realized, her heart flipping at the sight of her, wearing a black
long-sleeved t-shirt and a black hat not unlike the one she was
currently wearing herself, the one that Tali often took off her head to
wear herself, the oversized object falling down over her eyes and making
her squeal with laughter. Tali had wanted a hat of her own, and it
seemed Tony had gotten her one while she was away.
then, Tali turned her head, noting for the first time who was standing
behind her. “Ima!” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet and running
toward her mother and into a hug. Ziva gathered her up in her arms,
patting her back and kissing her cheek, trying - and failing - not to
“Ima, look! Tali’s hat!” She said proudly,
pointing to it happily. “Abba buy it,” she added, as if Ziva wouldn’t
have been able to determine that piece of information herself. Someday,
Tali would understand that her mother had been an investigator and that
she would instinctively know these things, but for now, Ziva only
“It’s lovely, my sweet,” she cooed, tipping the hat gently. “Now you’re just like ima.”
like ima!” Tali agreed with a squeal, and Ziva felt her heart swell
with pride at how much her daughter had grown. She might want to be just
like her mother for now, but she’d already become her own person in so
many ways. And if this small way was the way in which she chose to
emulate her mother, rather than so many other ways, then she’d have a
much better childhood than Ziva ever had.
It was a
dangerous thing to think about, and she immediately pushed the cloudy
thought out of her mind. “Come on, Tali,” she said, standing back up and
taking her by the hand. “Let’s go home and see abba.”
yall remember my #beautifulmonbebe that i created? i still want to see you guys! so im going to start it ~ this tag was meant for monbebe to post a picture of themselves and their bias. i want to see how beautiful we all are! Im going to tag a lot of people sooo yeah and spread this around and use the hashtag #beautifulmonbebe
I forgot who tagged me (i forget a lot of things tbh) but I was tagged in the selfie tag!!! I tried to take some aesthetic photos but that didn’t work out. Thank you so much for tagging me and have great day!!!
KIRAMUNE MUSIC FESTIVAL 2016 僕らの描く未来 // re Kiramune☆All Stars
The Namikawa-Ryohei hug near the end was adorable. Reminds me of when Kamiya’s signed ball knocked the back of a seat, rebounded and landed directly in a Kamiya fan’s hands that was like two rows in front of mine. I love this song I love the Kiramune family……I’m not ready to hear 8piece live it’s just next week oh my god help.
do not re-upload and/or claim this as your own or any of those fun
stuff, thank you.
Please ask for permission before making use of any parts of my videos, too. I don’t tolerate re-uploading of things (BD/DVD, scanlations etc.) that don’t belong to you, sorry.
Everything is ripped from MY OWN copy of the BD.
Check “Kirafes16″ tag under my blog for the other uploads! ♡
An heir to the throne had made a deal with their father. They would marry any suitor who could manage to impress them, and they don’t impress easily.
Soon after word gets out a man shows up to the castle, a sword on his hip and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He knelt in front of the heir and bowed his head.
“In exchange for your hand in marriage you will be given land to expand your kingdom.” He spoke, lifting his head so he could meet eyes with the royal. “Does that impress you?”
They shake their head, folding their hands onto their lap. “What good is land to me when I’m perfectly content with what I have now? I’m not impressed with your offer, you may go.” They reply before waving the man away.
Two days pass and another suitor arrives. This one wears a robe and smells of herbs. He also kneels before he dares to speak, like the man before him. “I can teach you the art of magic and how to speak to spirits. Does that impress you?”
They shake their head. “Why would I need your skills when we already have a court wizard? I’m not impressed.” They say, dismissing the wizard.
Weeks pass and not one suitor has manage to impress the heir to the throne and the father is giving up hope.
A woman walks into the throne room and kneels, like the many men before her. Yet, unlike the men before her she has the heir’s attention.
The woman looks up and without a word reaches into her jacket, pulling an object out of her pocket. She grins toothily, a grin that made the heir’s stomach flip flop, and held out her hand. Slowly she uncurled her fingers to show a small round object that laid on her palm. It glowed warmly, a familiar glow that the heir couldn’t quite place their finger on.
“I bring you your heart. Are you impressed?” The woman asks, knowing already that she had.