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What it鈥檚 like when an introvert is around a very loud person:
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Jimmy, walking in to see Clark putting a bandage on Chloe鈥檚 chest: What the heck did you do to my girl, Kent?
Chloe: There was a tracking device in me. Clark had a pocket knife.
Clark: We improvised.
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ejzah 9 hours ago
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Random head canon:
The first couple months after his dad was arrested, and he and his mom were all alone, 11 year old Marty barely slept. He would make in the middle of the night and stand outside Roberta鈥檚 room, standing guard. He鈥檇 curl up next to the door, listening for any strange noises. He was always tired the next day, but it was worth it if he could make sure his mom was safe. Eventually, he realized that his dad truly wasn鈥檛 coming back, and the nightly vigils lessened. Still, even into his teenage years, when a loud noise startled him away or a bad nightmare, his first thought would be to check on his mom.
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ejzah 13 hours ago
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Surfin鈥 USA: NCISLA Summer Song FanFic Series
Surfin鈥 USA: #NCISLA Summer Song FanFic Series by Psyched1327. Kensi鈥檚 Journal entry from 2010 when Kensi first met Deeks. Find out what the agent thought of her new partner. #kensi #kensiblye #deeks #densi #Kensi鈥檚 Journal #ncislalosangeles
Surfin鈥 USA Inspired by the Beach Boys song If everybody had an ocean Across the USA Then everybody鈥檇 be surfin鈥 Like Californi-a You鈥檇 see them wearing their baggies Huarache sandals too A bushy bushy blond hairdo Surfin鈥 USA 聽 We鈥檒l all be planning that route We鈥檙e gonna take real soon We鈥檙e waxing down our surfboards We can鈥檛 wait for June We鈥檒l all be gone for the summer We鈥檙e on surfari to鈥
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ejzah 15 hours ago
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If I鈥檝e seemed a little more absent, or disorganized, than usual it鈥檚 probably because I鈥檝e spent a good portion of the last week at our local fair. I made banana bread and brownies to enter, but didn鈥檛 win anything. Which is ok. I still had a good time and ate way too much food that makes my stomach hurt.
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ejzah a day ago
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Just to keep the memories rolling, here鈥檚 some poorly taken pictures. I listened to this CD so much as an angsty little 12-15 year old (honestly still listen to some, but usually on YouTube).
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Does anybody else remember the talon mix cd or did i imagine that??
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ejzah a day ago
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My friends are all out there having second or third kids and buying houses and I鈥檓 just here researching real Austin, TX wedding venues for fictional characters. It鈥檚 fine.
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ejzah a day ago
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I wholly agree. Clark was a teenager for the first few seasons, largely taking the advice of his parents to hide his abilities, while Lex was an adult from the beginning. Clark had every right to be cautious. Plus, didn鈥檛 take Lex (who I happen to like through much of his time on the show) long to start investigating Clark (may I reiterate, a teenager). Lex was responsible for his own insecurities, insatiable need to know, and jealousies that led him to ultimately alienate Clark. Clark did contribute to their issues after a point, but Lex made it very difficult to trust him.
gonna say something controversial. when it comes to clark keeping his secret at all costs, i鈥檓 on his side. no one was entitled to that information until he was comfortable sharing it
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ejzah a day ago
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Yup, it was real. I still have it.
Does anybody else remember the talon mix cd or did i imagine that??
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ejzah a day ago
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A/N: A dialogue drabble set during a team/family get together at Kensi and Deeks鈥 place. Even more ridiculous than usual.
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Deeks, walking in the front door to everyone hanging out in the kitchen: Hey, I got more ice and drinks. Wait, why do I hear arguing?
Callen: It鈥檚 your mom and the admiral.
Deeks, nodding: Ok, follow up question. Why? When I left, mom had a beer, Kilbride was gleefully preparing the steaks, and there was a general sense of tranquility.
Kensi, sighing: Roberta disagrees with the way Kilbride set up the grill. She thinks it needs more charcoal.
Rosa: And she said he used too much garlic.
Sam: I for one agree with your mom.
Deeks: Of course you do and of course she did. So, is anyone going to take one for the team and intervene?
Rountree, snorting: Not a chance. I always say the wrong thing and it ends up being really awkward.
Fatima: Nose goes.
Deeks: Kensi?
Kensi, popping a chip in her mouth: Sorry, babe, but I learned long ago not to get involved when it comes to your mom and fights about food. We may be looking at ordering takeout at this point.
Callen, who鈥檚 remained quiet. He downs the rest of his beer: I鈥檒l do it.
Deeks, putting up a hand: Woah, are you sure, Man? Mama can get pretty feral when she feels her territory is being challenged.
Callen: Sure, I have a plan to distract her. I鈥檒l just tell her Fatima brought dessert so we don鈥檛 need her cake.
Deeks, pursing his lips: Fantastic.
Fatima, suddenly looking nervous: Can I get a bag of snacks to go?
Kensi, still eating chips: Next time we鈥檙e ordering sushi like I wanted.
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ejzah a day ago
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Me: Well when I was in undergrad-
Person I鈥檓 speaking to: Assumes I鈥檓 perhaps 22-23.
Me: -7 years ago.
Person: 馃槺
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Hi! Could you do a 'what if' Densi hadn't made up in 10x01 kind of fic please? and thanks :)
A/N: So, I might have approached this a little differently than you anticipated, as I am prone to.
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It鈥檚 All Broken
鈥淥k, just a few more steps,鈥 Kensi coached, hands bracing Deeks鈥 left elbow and back. Deeks鈥 teeth were too tightly clenched for him to make more than a grunt of acknowledgment. His muscles felt tense beneath her hands and she could tell how much the effort of walking from the driveway to the front door had cost him.
After a week鈥檚 stay in the hospital, he still experienced excruciating pain with most movement and sometimes even when lying flat and still. That, coupled with intermittent and unpredictable bouts of vertigo, nausea, and vision problems, proved extremely exhausting.
鈥淒o you want to go upstairs?鈥 Kensi asked softly, not wanting to add more stimulation than necessary.
鈥淣o, the couch is fine,鈥 he muttered, lurching forward a few more steps and collapsing on the couch with a pained sigh, closing his eyes immediately. A fait sheen of sweat coated his forehead and cheeks.
Kensi ached to brush his damp hair away, soothe him in whatever way she could, but she clenched her fist against the urge.
They hadn鈥檛 talked since returning from Mexico. Not really. Sure, there鈥檇 been a couple chats when Deeks had woken during his first days, but he was only semi-lucid and Kensi wasn鈥檛 sure he remembered any of it. Every time she considered broaching the topic, she saw Deeks鈥 strained eyes and remembered what his team of doctors mentioned about limiting stress.
Kensi was still hurt by what Deeks said the night before they left for Mexico, but regretted her reaction . If only she hadn鈥檛 walked away. If only she had taken a breath and let Deeks explain before storming off and stubbornly getting on that plane. So much could have been different if she hadn鈥檛 been so damn stubborn and now鈥ow she was afraid it had been too long and they were past the point of repair.
鈥淗ey, I鈥檓 not going to fall apart if you sit down for two seconds,鈥 Deeks said, voice softer and hoarser than normal. He peered up at her through the slits of his eyes, concern creeping through the exhaustion. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been watching me for days without a break.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 fine,鈥 Kensi insisted. That wasn鈥檛 exactly true; pressure was consistently building behind her eyes. Although she鈥檇 faired the best, her body still took a beating and now was protesting the lack of general care. 鈥淚 got some rest when Sam came to visit.鈥 If you considered drifting off in the shower for two minutes rest. Deeks didn鈥檛 need to know that though.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know want you to get sick.鈥 The concern in his voice nearly undid her and Kensi looked down before he could read it in her eyes.
鈥淒eeks, you just need to worry about you.鈥 She needed to leave before she broke down completely. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time for your next round of meds.鈥 Making her escape, Kensi ran to the kitchen.
There were four orange canisters and one larger white bottle lined up on the counter which contained Deeks鈥 current medication regimen for the next few weeks. Kensi shook out the prescribed amount according to the pharmacy instructions.
As she turned to pour a glass of water, Kensi caught sight of a slip of paper pinned to the front of the refrigerator with a magnet. It was a note from Deeks to get milk next time they went to the store. Something about seeing his familiar handwriting shook something in her, and she sank to the floor, and sobbed.
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Deeks didn鈥檛 know how he鈥檇 screwed things up so horrifically. Kensi could barely look at him and all because he couldn鈥檛 keep his mouth shut for once. Maybe if he鈥檇 waited for when they were less stressed, when he鈥檇 had two minutes to think, it might be different. Maybe he could have convinced Kensi to stay. If nothing else, his relationship wouldn鈥檛 be damaged beyond repair.
For a little bit, he鈥檇 thought they might be able to fix things after he woke up in that church in Mexico to Kensi cuddling him, bit that had just been a brief reprieve.
The memory of Kensi鈥檚 face when he told her they shouldn鈥檛 get married, hurt, and betrayed, flashed through his mind for the thousandth time. God, he鈥檇 been such an idiot.
He didn鈥檛 even know why Kensi was still here. He was beyond grateful, even though every time he looked at her, his heart fractured a little more.
A particularly brutal pain stabbed through his head, and he gasped, clutching at his temples. His ears rang and the light was suddenly piercingly bright, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
Gentle hands cupped the back of his head, smoothing down his his neck.
鈥淏aby, here, take this,鈥 Kensi whispered, pressing a couple pills into his palm and a glass of water as she rubbed circles into his back.
He squinted again, Kensi a hazy version of herself.
鈥淭hanks,鈥 he muttered, handing the glass back. His hand shook with the effort.
鈥淵ou should lie down,鈥 she said, brushing her fingers through his hair. A suggestive comment was on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself just in time.
鈥淭hat feels nice,鈥 he managed instead.
鈥淕ood.鈥
She smiled, her hair still caught in his hair, less than a few inches away. Her eyes drifted to his mouth and Kensi shifted even closer, and he was sure she was going to kiss him.
At the last second, she pulled away, eyes shuddering in the moments before she dipped her head. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Kensi abruptly moved her hand away. Deeks felt its loss as keenly as if she was miles away instead.
鈥淜ensi鈥斺
鈥淐ome on, you need to rest,鈥 she told him. He watched her leave the room, knowing he鈥檇 lost everything.
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A/N: I hope this is suitably angsty. I鈥檓 playing up the theme that Kensi and Deeks have once again fallen prey to poor communication.
Thanks for the prompt!
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ejzah a day ago
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I don鈥檛 know how I feel about this whole blaze a post thing. We have enough trouble with posts getting hidden without adding this into the mix.
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Hi! Could you do a 'what if' Densi hadn't made up in 10x01 kind of fic please? and thanks :)
A/N: So, I might have approached this a little differently than you anticipated, as I am prone to.
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It鈥檚 All Broken
鈥淥k, just a few more steps,鈥 Kensi coached, hands bracing Deeks鈥 left elbow and back. Deeks鈥 teeth were too tightly clenched for him to make more than a grunt of acknowledgment. His muscles felt tense beneath her hands and she could tell how much the effort of walking from the driveway to the front door had cost him.
After a week鈥檚 stay in the hospital, he still experienced excruciating pain with most movement and sometimes even when lying flat and still. That, coupled with intermittent and unpredictable bouts of vertigo, nausea, and vision problems, proved extremely exhausting.
鈥淒o you want to go upstairs?鈥 Kensi asked softly, not wanting to add more stimulation than necessary.
鈥淣o, the couch is fine,鈥 he muttered, lurching forward a few more steps and collapsing on the couch with a pained sigh, closing his eyes immediately. A fait sheen of sweat coated his forehead and cheeks.
Kensi ached to brush his damp hair away, soothe him in whatever way she could, but she clenched her fist against the urge.
They hadn鈥檛 talked since returning from Mexico. Not really. Sure, there鈥檇 been a couple chats when Deeks had woken during his first days, but he was only semi-lucid and Kensi wasn鈥檛 sure he remembered any of it. Every time she considered broaching the topic, she saw Deeks鈥 strained eyes and remembered what his team of doctors mentioned about limiting stress.
Kensi was still hurt by what Deeks said the night before they left for Mexico, but regretted her reaction . If only she hadn鈥檛 walked away. If only she had taken a breath and let Deeks explain before storming off and stubbornly getting on that plane. So much could have been different if she hadn鈥檛 been so damn stubborn and now鈥ow she was afraid it had been too long and they were past the point of repair.
鈥淗ey, I鈥檓 not going to fall apart if you sit down for two seconds,鈥 Deeks said, voice softer and hoarser than normal. He peered up at her through the slits of his eyes, concern creeping through the exhaustion. 鈥淵ou鈥檝e been watching me for days without a break.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 fine,鈥 Kensi insisted. That wasn鈥檛 exactly true; pressure was consistently building behind her eyes. Although she鈥檇 faired the best, her body still took a beating and now was protesting the lack of general care. 鈥淚 got some rest when Sam came to visit.鈥 If you considered drifting off in the shower for two minutes rest. Deeks didn鈥檛 need to know that though.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know want you to get sick.鈥 The concern in his voice nearly undid her and Kensi looked down before he could read it in her eyes.
鈥淒eeks, you just need to worry about you.鈥 She needed to leave before she broke down completely. 鈥淚t鈥檚 time for your next round of meds.鈥 Making her escape, Kensi ran to the kitchen.
There were four orange canisters and one larger white bottle lined up on the counter which contained Deeks鈥 current medication regimen for the next few weeks. Kensi shook out the prescribed amount according to the pharmacy instructions.
As she turned to pour a glass of water, Kensi caught sight of a slip of paper pinned to the front of the refrigerator with a magnet. It was a note from Deeks to get milk next time they went to the store. Something about seeing his familiar handwriting shook something in her, and she sank to the floor, and sobbed.
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Deeks didn鈥檛 know how he鈥檇 screwed things up so horrifically. Kensi could barely look at him and all because he couldn鈥檛 keep his mouth shut for once. Maybe if he鈥檇 waited for when they were less stressed, when he鈥檇 had two minutes to think, it might be different. Maybe he could have convinced Kensi to stay. If nothing else, his relationship wouldn鈥檛 be damaged beyond repair.
For a little bit, he鈥檇 thought they might be able to fix things after he woke up in that church in Mexico to Kensi cuddling him, bit that had just been a brief reprieve.
The memory of Kensi鈥檚 face when he told her they shouldn鈥檛 get married, hurt, and betrayed, flashed through his mind for the thousandth time. God, he鈥檇 been such an idiot.
He didn鈥檛 even know why Kensi was still here. He was beyond grateful, even though every time he looked at her, his heart fractured a little more.
A particularly brutal pain stabbed through his head, and he gasped, clutching at his temples. His ears rang and the light was suddenly piercingly bright, making him squeeze his eyes shut.
Gentle hands cupped the back of his head, smoothing down his his neck.
鈥淏aby, here, take this,鈥 Kensi whispered, pressing a couple pills into his palm and a glass of water as she rubbed circles into his back.
He squinted again, Kensi a hazy version of herself.
鈥淭hanks,鈥 he muttered, handing the glass back. His hand shook with the effort.
鈥淵ou should lie down,鈥 she said, brushing her fingers through his hair. A suggestive comment was on the tip of his tongue, but he stopped himself just in time.
鈥淭hat feels nice,鈥 he managed instead.
鈥淕ood.鈥
She smiled, her hair still caught in his hair, less than a few inches away. Her eyes drifted to his mouth and Kensi shifted even closer, and he was sure she was going to kiss him.
At the last second, she pulled away, eyes shuddering in the moments before she dipped her head. Tucking her hair behind her ear, Kensi abruptly moved her hand away. Deeks felt its loss as keenly as if she was miles away instead.
鈥淜ensi鈥斺
鈥淐ome on, you need to rest,鈥 she told him. He watched her leave the room, knowing he鈥檇 lost everything.
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A/N: I hope this is suitably angsty. I鈥檓 playing up the theme that Kensi and Deeks have once again fallen prey to poor communication.
Thanks for the prompt!
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ejzah 2 days ago
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Yes, I did just buy four packets of Australian biscuits. Don鈥檛 judge.
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