#ridiculousness

[saltygilmores]

A List Of My Favorite Gilmore Girls AU's, Conspiracy Theories and Ridiculous Headcanons

There are definitely more... as I think of them I'll keep adding to it. But these are the biggies and some of my favorites. 13. Jess eventually gains custody of Doula and she avoids ending up in the cult, and she changes her name to something way less stupid too. 12 Jess and Lane have a fling as an act of rebellion to piss off Mrs. Kim (but I really can't see any long term compatability here) and because pissing off one Stars Hollow mom just wasn’t enough for Jess 11. There is an alternate universe where Jess ends up enrolled at Chilton because his mother conned some rich fucker into marrying her and he used his money and influence to bribe Headmaster Charleston into letting him in. I feel like Luke is sitting on a lot of money but he would never have enough to pull to make it happen. 10. Rory was actually a hero for sleeping with Dean and breaking up Dean's marriage so Lindsey could escape 9 Luke, Jess, and/ or Rory finally snap one day after they can't take any more bullshit and go on a rampage around Stars Hollow slaughtering the many people who have wronged them, I call it the Blood In The Hollow triology. 8. Taylor Doose is pocketing all the money made from the festivals in Stars Hollow and he has no intention of fixing The Bridge or putting that money towards other charitable causes 7.In season 4 when Jess is living in New York and Luke insinuates Jess is a drug dealer he's right #HeyTawd 6. Luke serves cheap ordinary supermarket coffee (oh wait, that one is actually TRUE, Mr. Folgers can. I've seen you). 5. There's a vortex/black hole in California sucking in the unsuspecting men of Stars Hollow (Dave Rygalski. Jess. Max. Even Christopher, apparently ) called the Male Gilmore Girls Character California Wormhole, it swallowed Dave Rygalksi permanently because It loved him so much, but it spit everyone else back out eventually 4. Jess erased Shane after the Dance Marathon and threw her body in the lake and the swan that beaked him was a reincarnation of Shane out for revenge 3. Jess' novels become unexpected worldwide best sellers, turned into movies, turned him into a household name, earned him legions of fans and book groupies, making him a millionaire, causing our reluctant and modest blorbo to face the pressures of fame, press, wealth and attention 2. During the Truncheon years and beyond Jess Mariano blossoms sexually and becomes a raging manwhore the likes of which Philadelphia has never seen, sometimes I make him a college student (sometimes I don't), he has a Myspace page that the girlies flock to and a very busy flip phone and two roommates who never get any sleep 1. Lorelai and Dean are having a torrid love affair, and I call it The Dala (The Dean and Lorelai Affair) I will die on this hill, this is my Death Hill

#gilmore girls #ridiculousness #jess mariano #rory gilmore #lane kim #the DALA #Dean and Lorelai Affair #Jess the Slutbag #Shane #Wormholes #Vortex #Luke Danes #hey tawd #Tawd #my abundant imagination

[idontknowreallywhy]

Got myself in a cycle of stress editing / rewriting particular piece which will not go the way I want. So I abandoned it for now and challenged myself to just write a one-off scene that has lived in my head for a long time with no going back and editing or adjusting but just a linear splurge of words and silliness.

It’s entirely ridiculous but here it is anyway (with an affectionate nudge to @crunchyluigi @obeyweegee214 @galaxytransman)

It’s a Secret No-One Knows

6pm on Tracy island and all was quiet as Scott made his way up the stairs into the lounge.

Virgil, Gordon and Alan were still in the air on the way back from a tricky mine rescue in Northern Europe. He was grateful that success had been confirmed on comms as he’d been on the point of ignoring John’s pointed comments about flight hours and heading north.

He’d have been there with them of course if, when the call came in, he and One hadn’t already been plucking panicking, inexperienced climbers off of one of his favourite crags in the Blue Mountains. His nimble ship was always the most suited to such environments and frankly he could have done it in his sleep.

Oh, but it was such a waste of his time and fuel! Enough awful disasters happened around the world every day without people putting themselves into danger because they were more focussed on researching what shots they wanted for their vlog than on the rating of the climb they were undertaking. The names the Aussies had assigned to each route didn’t exactly help - the latest gaggle of idiots had got half way up “Does my Bum Look Big On This?” wearing entirely inappropriate shorts for the weather and got themselves tangled in each others’ safety lines while trying to take selfies from a distinctly unorthodox angle. It had taken every last ounce of self-restraint he had not to accidentally drop their phones into the ravine.

And the next one to use the word ‘gnarly’ was going to experience an Incident with the passenger loading bay door.

Over the ocean.

At Mach 19.

When had young people got so ridiculous?

And when had he stopped being one? He sighed and dragged his hands down his face. Damn, he really was getting old and grumpy.

And probably hangry, now he thought about it. Well that was fixable even if the inexorable march towards irrelevant middle age was not. He made a beeline for the fridge and found himself uninspired by the array of pre-prepared high calorie low effort snacks they usually favoured post mission. He craved something… nutritious…

Ignoring the imagined old-man mockery of the younger brothers who resided in his brain, he pulled out every fresh ingredient they had in stock: Eggs, bacon, sausages, three types of cheese, peppers, spring onions, basil… ah Ha! He knew exactly what this was going to be. A quick rummage in the larder turned up a bag of potatoes and he hefted it over his shoulder, flicking the switch on grandma’s ancient radio as he went past.

Ooh, ‘Happy 90s Hour’ was starting. One of his guilty pleasures as a teenager in the early 50s…

The repetitive peeling and dicing task combined with the irrepressibly cheery pop bangers slowly eased the knot of grouchiness in his chest. By the time he scooped the mountain of potato cubes into the dustbin-lid sized frying pan he was singing along with both halves of the Barbie Girl duet. A pleasing sizzling ensued and he grinned to himself. This was going to be epic. A little prodding with the spatula to cook them evenly then he turned the heat down and did a little slide sideways to fetch the meat and a shuffle and a hop back to add them to the pan.

As John popped up on the kitchen comm, his big brother was too busy volta-ing through the kitchen with a cheese grater to notice. Because you can’t just walk across a room when Ricky Martin is playing. John’s quizzical single eyebrow was rapidly joined by its twin as he spotted the pan on the stove… he cut the connection and leapt into the elevator, sending a message to Virgil to put his proverbial foot down.

Frittata Night was not to be trifled with.

And so it was that all four younger brothers took the elevator up from the hangar together and arrived in a state of some excitement for the culinary experience that awaited them.

As the door opened however Virgil threw out his arms to prevent them piling out. The chatter stopped immediately as they peered round the wall of brother to spy their eldest dancing to and fro at the stove and belting out the words to some ancient pop song:

So hold on to the ones who care

In the end they’ll be the only ones there

When you get old and start losing your hair

Can you tell me who will still caaaaare?

As the chorus dropped so did the jaws of Alan and Gordon for who knew their biggest brother could move his hips like that? And why was he waving the spatula that way? Alan looked wide eyed to John and pointed with a shaking hand as if to ensure his space brother was seeing the same thing he was. John, didn’t acknowledge him, instead staring straight ahead, tapping a finger on the doorframe in time with the beat. Gordon turned to Virgil unable to verbalise beyond “bu.. bu… bu…” only to find his tank of a brother smiling broadly and… his jaw dislocated further… also swaying his hips in time.

Then he was gone.

… And so was John!

Both of them jigging across the floor to join their brother in an honest to goodness dance routine while the three of them sang nonsense words. Alan lost control of his knees and collapsed cross-legged to the floor. Gordon desperately tried to grab his phone to record the moment but fumbled and dropped it down the back of the couch. And then it was over.

And there was frittata.

And if the Tinies were unusually quiet during the meal, the elder three didn’t notice as each treasured the memories of their little dance trio ‘performing’ for their biggest fan. While eating her signature dish.

Fin.

*****

You want the dance routine? Course not… but here is is anyway (Scott starts singing at about 0:40, chorus and excellent hip action kick in at about 0:52)

Edit to add: Weirdly specific note because the precise image is apparently super important to me (clearly been sucked in by the child watching Strictly) and because I forgot there are two types of Volta… this is the move I mean - the samba one (skip to 1:44 of the video and it’s just a few seconds).

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #john tracy #alan tracy #thunderfluff #ridiculousness #90s music #frittata #probably nobody ever made a song fic of this one before #probably for good reason #earworm warning #idontknowreallywhy fanfic

[ejzah]

A/N: While Deeks was at FLETC and Kensi hard at work with the team, how did they balance romance?

***

Kensi, as her phone starts ringing: Oh, it’s Deeks. *she gestures outside the car* I’m just gonna go for a quick walk.

Rountree: Stay, we don’t mind. It’ll be good to hear from Deeks.

Kensi: Umm…

Sam, holding back a smile: Go ahead, Kensi. Answer your phone before your blonde weirdo hangs up.

Kensi, reluctantly answers: Hey Deeks.

Deeks, in a throaty tone: Hi baby. I missed you so much. I—

Kensi, quickly cutting him off: Sam and Devin are in the car with me.

Deeks after a short pause in a much higher voice: Hey! Wow, that’s fantastic. I miss you all so much. So how’s it going?

Kensi with a strained smile: Mm, they’re the best.

Sam, cutting her some slack: Go on, get outta here. Go talk to your husband.

Kensi, halfway out the door: Thank you!

Rountree, frowning: That was weird.

Sam: I’m sure they had other things on their minds than talking to us.

Rountree: You think they’re fighting?

Sam, giving him an incredulous look: Seriously? They’re married, Deeks has been gone for four weeks, they miss each other. A lot. Don’t make me say more.

Rountree: Ohhh. *he makes a face* I think I’d wait for somewhere more private.

Sam, shaking his head: Sometimes you have to make do. Just be glad that conversation isn’t happening in here.

Rountree: That definitely would be a new experience for me.

#ncis la #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam and Rountree #ridiculousness #dialogue drabble

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

#talkin #tik tok #greg edwards #ridiculousness #steelo brim #rob dyrdek

[divinekangaroo]

If only they could cast an ice-blonde Cillian Murphy as Sammael and flood the script with short jokes between him and Lanfear I mean

#wheel of time #peaky blinders #ridiculousness #although it would also satisfy my rutger hauer thing #Lanfear #sammael #I mean what better way to feel taller than lews therin than to seduce his off cast woman right #lizzie stark #tommy shelby

[densi-mber]

Team Bonding

A/N: A fic in which Sam attempts to corral the other unruly members of the team, with absolute terrible results.

***

“You know, when I suggested a team building trip, this is not what I had in mind,” Sam commented, standing over Deeks and Kensi, who were currently sunbathing on the deck side pool. The impressive “vacation house” Sam had scored for them creates a nice backdrop.

“Uh, Sam my man, you’re kind of creating a shadow,” Deeks replied without opening his eyes.

“This was an amazing idea,” Kensi added. “Thanks for suggesting it.” She smiled in his general direction.

Deeks still had his eyes closed, but he didn’t miss Sam’s annoyed sigh. “We’re supposed to be connecting.”

“Oh, we’ve been connecting,” Deeks assured him, the innuendo heavy in his voice as he trailed his fingers across Kensi’s shoulder. She actually giggled, wriggling closer to him.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Sam growled. Deciding he wasn’t going to get any more peace for the moment, Deeks finally sat up.

“And that connection is why I’m glad we all have separate suites,” Nell said, walking out from the house in a loose and flowing dress and sun hat; Eric wasn’t far behind.

Sam inhaled deeply, visibly working to control his temper. “Guys, this trip is supposed to be about bonding and self-reflection,” he reminded them.

“Oh, I’m definitely reflecting,” Callen promised from his lawn chair. He looked vaguely out of place in a garish Hawaii shirt (Deeks was 99% certain Callen had brought it solely to annoy Sam), jeans, and hat even wider than Nell’s. “I’m reflecting on how much I’m enjoying this latte and croissant. You know, normally I’m not a latte kind of guy, but this one is the exception.”

“I will hurt you,” Sam promised gravely, jabbing a finger at Callen. Turning to point that same finger at each of them in turn, he sent them a disappointed look. “Listen, this is a great opportunity to reveal our weaknesses, as individuals and a group. We can become a stronger, more united team. You really want to waste that opportunity?”

“Ok, ok,” Kensi sighed, tossing the book she’d been pretending to read to the side. “You’ve convinced us, Sam.”

“Yeah, if only to stop the lectures,” Deeks added.

***

“Oh yes, this is so much better than swimming, tanning, and eating our weight in gourmet pastries,” Deeks said under his breath. Actually, he hadn’t spoken that quietly, but Sam, who was several yards ahead of him, seemed to be pretending not to hear any criticism.

In true Sam nature, he’d instructed them all to dress for a hike, and meet him out front. He’d then wordless led them to a heavily wooded patch of ground near the house.

Despite her earlier protests, Kensi had predictably come prepared in full hiking gear, complete with provisions, and weapons. Eric and Nell had gone with a combination of clothes that seemed more appropriate for a scenic walk around the park than whatever Sam had planned. Once again, Deeks assumed this was their silent form of protest.

“I know. But let’s just get it over with so Sam gets it out of his system,” Kensi suggested, squeezing his hand. “Then we can spend some quality time together, baby.”

“Ooh, we’re dropping babys in public now.” Grinning, Deeks leaned down to kiss her.

“Hey, stop goofing around!” Sam shouted back at them, his voice traveling through the leafy foliage. “We’ve got a five mile hike, then team activities, before we set up camp for the night.”

“Uh Sam, I didn’t bring a sleeping bag. Or my pillow,” Eric called out, picking his way around a patch of poison ivy.

***

“‘We’ll be connecting,’ he said. ‘It’s a bonding experience.’,” Nell said, managing a fair comparison of Sam’s voice. She glared up from under her hood, raindrops soaking into the fabric.

It had started drizzling sometime around six, but Sam had insisted it would clear up. So, they’d pushed on, making it through another two miles before the drizzle increased to a steady downpour.

“I’m sorry, Nell. The forecast said nothing about rain,” Sam apologized, having the good grace to look contrite as he pounded a stake into the soggy ground. Kensi, Deeks, and Callen were each working on one of the three other sides while Eric and Nell made sure their “provisions” stayed dry.

“This is good for your character,” Sam continued. “We don’t want to get too soft.”

“Sam, I say this with full love, but shut up,” Deeks said pleasantly. “I think after our multiple unsanctioned treks through foreign countries in less-than-ideal circumstances has given us more than enough character. Some might even say too much.”

“Ok, before we say something we’ll all regret, how about we stop to eat?” Kensi suggested.

“Kensi, we need to set up shelter before anything else.”

“That’s a good idea. What do we have, Nell?” Callen asked, ignoring Sam.

“Uh, granola bars, trail mix, beef jerky, pairs, water, and instant coffee,” Nell rattled off.

“And I may have snuck a few Twix bars into my pack,” Kensi added.

A few minutes later, everyone besides Sam had gathered on bits of damp log to enjoy their meager dinner. Once they’d broken into Kensi’s chocolate stash, the mood lifted considerably, even though they were all still soggy and chilly.

“God bless you, Kensi,” Eric said fervently around his candy bar.

“Now you better not tease me about my food habits anymore.” Kensi poked Deeks in the side, and he nodded agreeably.

“I won’t make fun of you for at least a month.” Looking past Kensi’s shoulder, he found Sam still stubbornly working at the tent. “Hey Sam, why don’t you join us?”

“Yeah, you’ll feel better if you eat something,” Callen coaxed him.

Making a disgusted sound, Sam tossed down a handful of stakes, and wiped his damp hands on his jeans.

“Fine. Give me a damn candy bar,” he grumbled, sitting next to Callen, and begrudgingly accepting a packet. He tore off the wrapper, taking a healthy bite. “Just so you know, I’m not taking any of you out on one of these ever again.”

“And for that, we thank you,” Deeks said happily.

#densimber 7.0 #densimber 2023 #densimber day 27 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #Sam and Callen #Eric and Nell #ncis la #ridiculousness #humor #by ejzah

[fidgetyhands]

matchmaking

It seems like a fair chunk of Good Omens fandom has decided that a) Mr. Brown has a crush on Aziraphale and b) Shax has a crush on Crowley.

Clearly, neither of these crushes are going to work out well for the poor folks who harbor them. Even when things are bad between them, Aziraphale and Crowley are pretty clearly devoted to each other and not interested in other options.

So what would happen if we do what is basically always a bad idea and an unkindness when done to real people, and not any more sensible in this fictional setting? What would happen if we put Mr. Brown and Shax on a blind date together, or in a stuck-together-to-achieve-an-end situation, or any other creative way to try to get two loose ends people together?

(I think they would hate each other and deeply confuse each other, but it might be an entertaining story)

#good omens #ridiculousness #mr. brown #shax #matchmaking

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

This idea that a man being sad, afraid (or even happy in some cases) makes him lose his worth as a man and makes him unrespectabke and that a woman being angry or horny makes her weird and undignified is one of the most ridiculous things about humanity. God forbid humans having human emotions and feelings, you know. Emotions and feelings are gender-specific, apparently.

#emotions #ridiculousness #txt #i mean you can make the “proclivity” argument but i'm sorry i don't listen to bullshit #emotions are emotions #i've come to notice that men are expected to repress emotions that are widely encouraged in women #and women are expected to repress emotions that are widely encouraged in men #because in this society we love to separate men and women as much as we can #which is where all of these ideas come from #y'all know i'm telling the truth

[fullbattleregalia]

I’ve getting my fiancé caught up on the Great British Baking Show, and his conclusion after watching about six or seven seasons is that, “Gold leaf fixes everything.”

Biscuits slightly over baked? Gold leaf.

Tray bake messy? Gold leaf.

Three tear cake leaning? Gold leaf.

Steak burnt? Gold leaf.

Soup under-seasoned? Gold leaf.

Car engine not turning over? Gold leaf.

He just sent me a link to buy a 24 pack of gold leaf on Amazon, so we can have one on hand to solve all of our problems. 🤣

#he’s ridiculous and I love him #XD XD XD #great british bake off #great british baking show #gold leaf #life hacks #life hax #ridiculousness #ridiculous #ridiculous nonsense

[notcensorship]

(via GIPHY)

Nunca aceite ser censurado.

#giphy #thumbs down #what the hell #ridiculous #i dont think so #nonsense #what the heck #not cool #ridiculousness #not okay #makes no sense #what the what #why is this happening #rediculous #business financing #disaster financing #disaster loans #no ok #business loan declined #i vote no #they said so

[missmouse25]

Besties I am exhausted let me tell you

We run our dance show from start to finish today (no costume mind you) and I feel finished. The last 4 numbers are absolute killers - I don’t leave the stage for the whole dance for 3 of those. There’s a dance in between them that I’m not in but like, you dance for 4 minutes straight and then rest for 2 and then dance for 3 again

#ridiculousness #and some of these kids man #filming the dances when they know they mustn’t #making fun of other dancers #I could scream #ThatKindaVibe

[ejzah]

A/N: The team plays “Never Have I Ever”.

***

Kensi: Never have I ever…eaten something out of the garbage.

Deeks, sighing and putting down a finger: That’s not fair.

Kensi, shrugging: Hey, we never stated any limitations.

Eric: I think you could put down like ten fingers for that one.

Sam, having recently walked in the room: What are you fools doing now?

Deeks, turning to face him: Playing “Never Have I Ever: Undercover Edition.

Kensi, nodding to Deeks’ hands: Deeks is losing.

Deeks: That’s only because I’ve been undercover more than any of you.

Kensi: Makes an offended sound.

Sam: Why?

Nell: Bonding exercise? And when we’re not routinely getting ourselves nearly killed, this place is pretty boring.

Deeks, moving on: Never have I ever said a article of clothing from Hetty’s wardrobe was destroyed, but really just took it home.

Everyone, including Sam puts down a finger.

Nell: My turn. Let’s see. Never have I ever lost an article of clothing in the middle of the job.

Kensi, Deeks, and Callen put down a finger.

Deeks: You should have been more specific.

Eric: Still looking for those pants, huh Callen?

Callen, shortly: I don’t want to talk about it.

Sam, shaking his head: I don’t even want to know what Deeks first seven fingers were for.

#ncis la #marty deeks #kensi blye #densi #Sam and Callen #Eric and Nell #ridiculousness #dialogue drabble

[densi-mber]

A Friendly Competition

A/N: Now for some pure silliness. Set post Deeks’ time at FLETC.

***

“Ah, the returning hero!” Sam said grandly, standing like he was announcing the entrance of royalty.

Deeks accepted the the teasing with good grace, pausing in the middle of the bullpen with Kensi by his side while the rest of the team applauded. It was his first, official day back from FLETC.

Grinning, Sam gave him a firm hug, squeezing his shoulder.

“So, how’s it feel, Investigator Deeks?”

“A little surreal, difficult at times. Glad I don’t have to take anymore tests,” Deeks summed up, and Nell scoffed.

“Oh, please. Deeks, you were gone for weeks. We need more than that!”

“He’s been surprisingly reticent,” Kensi spoke up. She patted his shoulder. “But I’ve been able to weasel a few things out of him. From all accounts, his performance was very impressive.”

“Kens.” Deeks dipped his head in embarrassment, but Kensi ignored his protest.

“From what I heard, he was at the top in all his classes, he tutored some of the other candidates, and, they even asked him to present one time,” Kensi filled in proudly.

“Wow, that is impressive,” Callen commented. “Especially from a guy of your advanced age.”

“G, you’re older than Deeks.” Sam game him a perturbed look.

“True, but I was not the one who had to pass FLETC. Because I’m not a glutton for punishment.”

“Well, congratulations, Deeks,” Eric offered, speaking over Sam and a Callen as they continued to bicker. “It sounds like you did really well.”

“Thanks, man.”

“I’m just sad I wasn’t there to see it all,” Nell said mournfully. “Especially your final run.”

“Oh, I forgot to mention that Deeks also had the fastest time for his last run.” Kensi grinned up at Deeks. “He’s going to get a little plaque and everything.”

“Nice. I was very much middle of the pack during my training.” Making a face, Nell made a gesture to her body as a whole. “I can’t keep up with you people and freaking long legs.”

“You know, I think I could still keep up if I had to do it all over again,” Sam mused. “I’ve kept in shape.”

“I seem to recall that you had issues with speed. Something to do with being too bulky, wasn’t it?” Callen said. Sam’s expression turned truly menacing, but Callen just grinned, completely unbothered.

“I tripped over a root. My speed was fine.”

“Yeah, I think I ran into that root a couple times, too,” Deeks said, chuckling.

“What about you, Kensi?”

“For sure.” She answered without hesitation. “I bet I could even beat Deeks.”

He raised his brows in surprise, not sure when she had gone from supportive to competitive.

“Oh, really?” He crossed his arms, staring his down. “Would you like to put a wager on that?”

“What did you have in mind?”

Deeks considered the possibilities for a second.

“If I win, you have to fill out my expense reports for a week.”

“And if I win, which I will, you wash my laundry for a week,” Kensi decided. He chuckled, because of course after all this time, she’d still do anything to get out of housework.

“I accept your bet.”

“I’ll put two weeks of coffee runs on Sam,” Callen added.

“Why the hell are you bringing me into this?” Sam asked, quickly switching from amusement to disbelief and annoyance.

“Are you saying you can’t compete?” Callen raised one eyebrow in an obvious taunt.

“Of course not. I’m in.” Sam scowled at everyone, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Now let's get this over with.”

“Anyone else want to join in?”

“Oh no, I am completely fine just keeping everyone time,” Nell said, naturally appointing herself as racing secretary. “I’ll grab my stopwatch, you guys better change.”

***

Half an hour later, they’d gathered outside behind the mission. While the participants changed into running clothes, Nell and Eric marked off a mile-long track.

Kensi was performing a series of stretches while Sam paced angrily. Deeks decided on a set of warmup squats, in part because it helped loosen up his joints, but mostly because every time he sank towards the ground, Sam muttered under his breath.

“Alright, runners, on your marks!” Eric called out. They lined up, Sam on the far left, Kensi in the middle, and Deeks on her other side. “Set, go!”

They all took off, staying pretty even for the first quarter mile. Then Kensi pulled ahead, lengthening her stride to its full limits, and Sam put on a burst of speed to keep up. Deeks kept the same pace, the same way he’d learned in high school track, and then relearned at FLETC.

He blocked out the sound of Nell and Eric’s cheers, as well as Callen’s playful taunts directed at each of them in turn. He kept sight of Sam and Kensi, to make sure they didn’t get too far ahead.

At the quarter mile marker, Sam began to flag. He growled, pumping his arms even faster, as though it would increase his speed. Deeks easily passed him, then caught up to Kensi.

He really should have warmed up more; his muscles were beginning to tighten up a little, but he pushed on. As they approached the last tenth of a mile, Deeks extended his stride to its full limit, bringing him in line with one another.

For several seconds, they were neck and neck. Kensi growled, desperately trying to force her legs a little faster. It wasn’t enough though, and Deeks crossed the finish line a couple strides ahead of her to the sounds of cheers.

Kensi followed him a few seconds later as Deeks bent in half, hands on his knees, and dragged in deep breaths. Sam brought up the rear, sweat dripping down his temples.

“Damn it!” Kensi gasped out, looking at him in disbelief. “You didn’t used to be this fast.”

“Well, something about having the equivalent of a very large drill shouting at you puts the fear of God into you. Plus, I don’t have the energy to run like that every day.”

“I want a rematch,” Sam said.

“I’m afraid not, the times stand as they are. Deeks is the winner,” Nell decided, and no one had the nerve to argue with her. “Congrats, Deeks.” She them at the finish line and hugged him.

“Don’t you think that’s a little biased for the grandmaster of the race?” Kensi asked.

“Oh, the grandmaster always congratulates the winner.”

“Don’t be jealous I’m the favorite,” Deeks teased, winking at Kensi.

“Don’t worry big guy, maybe you’ll win next time.” Callen stood up with a massive grin and gave Sam a conciliatory pat on the shoulder.

“Why are you so happy?” Eric asked. “You lost your bet.”

“I don’t care, it was worth it,” Callen decided happily.

“This is all your fault,” Sam grumbled.

“You’re welcome.”

“Congrats babe,” Kensi said reluctantly.

“Thanks. You know, I think I’ll have that plaque framed. Maybe put it up on behind my desk.” He spread his hands out like he was describing a marquee. “Marty Deeks, Office of Special Projects Fastest Runner.”

He ignored Sam and Kensi’s groans, addressing an amused Nell.

“I’m thinking gold plate is absolutely necessary.

#densimber 6.0 #densimber 2022 #densimber day 29 #ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #plus team #ridiculousness #by ejzah

[wanderinghedgehog]

I think the craziest part of Terrence Mann being my favorite Javert actor is that when I was trying to explain that to my mom, I showed her a picture of him and her response was “oh he looks like your dad when he was younger.”

Mother… What?

#I don’t see the resemblance #not sure what she was talking about #les mis #ridiculousness #terrence mann

[goldendivinewrath]

Anyone else stricken with the thought that Vash might swallow donuts whole when he's absolutely sure that no one else is looking, or.

#OOC #ridiculousness #((who needs energy and words to align properly when you've got ideas like this to throw at the dash...)) #((...that is a rhetorical question)) #((body just decided to pick a real irritating time to loudly confirm that it exists and is angry is all)) #((..........okay there's no GOOD time for that))