It started as a drabble, I swear. But then it became a 9 page drabble without really any plot so I DON’T EVEN KNOW I BLAME THE WINE. Will post on ff.net tomorrow when I’m sober and can make sure it doesn’t have a thousand typos. And actually makes sense.
“All right! Here we go! Fresh paint, hot off the paint-shaker thing!”
Ziva paused, caulk gun in hand, and turned to the door. Tony picked his way across the canvas-covered floor, stepping over idle brushes and trays, to plunk two gallons of paint on the floor. Without waiting for a response from her, he snapped open one can with a screwdriver from his back pocket.
requested by queencotesMUSE - Starlight
Hold you in my arms.
I just wanted to hold you in my arms.
but do you remember the whoaamyninja blog ran by heartwarming/heartwarm-ed and the zivaziver one? One is gone and the other was updated the last time 2 years ago. two years. gosh.
two wing nuts;