marti makes things

Someone should write BTTF its own highly quotable Infamously Bad Fic, one of these days. Like apparently there’s BTTF ties in My Immortal and such, but like, this franchise deserves its own My Immortal, I know several other fandoms have one.

The protagonist is from modern day, somehow ends up in the 80s. Maybe the time machine got lost there and she returned it. How did Marty and Doc get home with no time machine? We just don’t know. Cell phones and internet connection still work out of their decade despite not existing yet. Anachronisms are everywhere, from references to slang to clothes to technology. Everybody uses their catchphrases too much. Protag and Marty are dating, obviously, and Jennifer is suddenly Super Evil. Doc is also apparently evil, but not like properly mad scientist evil or anything like you’d expect, he’s just an asshole and there’s no adequately explained reason for why he’s an antagonist all of a sudden. The third film is kind of retroactively erased from existence because it never gets brought up, except when it is, and then that’s contradicted later. Cartoon canon is brought into play. Young Emmett is There for some reason and he’s not evil for some other reason, he probably gets killed off with zero timeline repercussion and then shows up fine later which is never explained properly. Causality is-… More of a shrug and a suggestion than an actual rule. People just end up in different time periods without traveling ever being mentioned. The plot is pretty close to repeating the films, except it all takes place after the films and it’s confusing. The author doesn’t seem to realize Biff and Trump are actually different people. George dual-wields guns in one scene. It crosses over with some rather odd things at times, some of which even also take place in the 80s.


(I love you in the way that creates, not destroys)

anonymous asked:

or that deeks is making fun of kensi because she drank too much margaritas fanfic?

“She’s alllllll yours Deeks.” Nell says as she tries to open the deadbolt. 

Deeks gets up from the couch and opens the door. “I am allllll yours Deeks…. I am your fiiiiiiiannnnnceee.” Kensi says as she throws herself into Deeks arms. 

“Yes. You are. And by the look and sounds of it, you ladies had too  many margaritas tonight.” 

“Why, yes, detective Deeks…. We had one too many pitchers celebrating her final night as a single lady.” Nell says as she stands in the doorframe. “I haven’t drank like that…. Since, well…. College.”  

Kensi unwraps herself and sits down on the couch, starting to pull a blanket over her lap.

“I am a fine detective and I know that, Nell you should not be driving home.” 

Kensi slaps Deeks’ butt and rolls her eyes. “Well, duh, detective. I am a federal agent and even I told her she should not drive home.” 

Nell laughs when the butt slap turns into a butt grab. “Yeah…. See detective, we got ourselves a royal chariot.” She says as she points to the car in the driveway. 

“Ah. Rideshare. Good job ladies.” Deeks says as he waves to the driver. “Nell are you staying over for the night or are continuing your journey onward to your own bed.” 

“As comfy as that couch looks, Deeks, it appears your madame has already claimed her spot for the night, and if I don’t make it home tonight I think Eric would send a search party out for me.”

“Got it. Go home, text me when you make it back. Obviously you haven’t had as much to drink as Kens has, but I want to know you made it safe.” 

“On it.” Nell says as she closes the door. Deeks turns around.  Kensi sticks her foot out from under the blanket and pokes his thigh. 

“Alright, my lady bird. It sounds like you had a lot of fun at your bachelorette party.” 

“God yes. The best part was coming home to you, though.”

“Aw are you getting all sentimental on me?”

“I’m definitely drunk, not drunk enough to get too emotional, but I love you enough and wanted to come home so you would give me a foot rub.” 

Deeks smiles as he starts to rub her feet. “Ah, so you’re marrying because of my foot rubbing skills, foot rubber extraordinaire!” 

“Basically. And for so much more.” Kensi says. 

“You’re a total softy when you’re kind of drunk, Kens. It’s totally cute. I could probably tell you I want kids soon.” 

“Don’t push it on me, Deeks. One day though, soon. Promise.”  

He stands as he reaches for her hand. “Let’s go to bed, sunshine.” 

keeping resolutions

“I can’t believe we’re two hours away from 2015." 

Forcing open tired eyes, Deeks casts a quick glance at the tv screen, the countdown prominently outlined in the top corner. "Yeah,” he says, his voice low, gravelly. “Seems like yesterday it was just January…”

Kensi shifts slightly, her body snug in the space between her partner’s body and the back of the couch. A warm blanket covers their naked bodies, muscles deliciously tired after a lazy day of movie watching and lovemaking. Her palm on his chest just above his heart, Kensi tucks her head in the crook of Deeks’ neck, her eyes closing as she breathes him in. “Crazy year…”

Crazy doesn’t quite do it justice, Deeks thinks. It was a year that saw him race to the other side of the world to save the woman in his arms; it was a year that saw him nearly lose his mind, driven to the brink with fear and grief and anger over a single photo sent to his phone - the photo that had portrayed his partner as dead. It was the year he’d realized just how far he would go for this woman, and just how far he would go again if she ever needed it. 

It was a year that saw their partnership blossom fully into the blurred lines, the in-between, before emerging out on the other side, the side where friends became lovers, where partners became soulmates. It was a year that saw her take a chance with him, on them. 

It was a year that started off delving into the deepest despair he’s ever felt, but a year that had ended with his heart the lightest it’s ever been. “Seductive highs and destructive lows…”

Kensi snorts softly. “I’m pretty sure you just quoted a country song there,” she replies, the tail of her statement gathered up cozily within a yawn. 

The corners of Deeks’ lips quirk. “You’ll never prove it." 

A knowing smile touches Kensi’s lips. "Would you be embarrassed by it if I did?" 

Deeks doesn’t even hesitate. "Probably." 

Kensi stretches luxuriously against him, sighing softly. "You’re lucky I’m too comfortable to reach for my phone and google it…”

Deeks chuckles. “I think I’m just lucky, period,” he remarks, gently threading his fingers through dark, tousled locks. 

“Well that was just a little bit sappy,” Kensi teases, but there’s no denying what his words do to her heart. It remains a mystery to her just how this man managed to break through everything that makes her Badass Blye, how he managed to find that secret, hidden, lacy side of her - the side of her that wants to cuddle beneath the sheets instead of getting to the gym early in the morning; the side of her that wants the slow burn rather than fast and furious (though oh dear God how good fast and furious can be with him…)

Deeks just smirks at her comment - he happens to know she likes things overly sugary. 

It’s a good forty minutes before the sleepy silence is broken again, and when it is, Kensi’s quiet voice drifts to Deeks’ ears almost as if though from miles away. “So are we making any resolutions for this year?" 

"It’s New Year’s,” Deeks says, his voice slurring a bit with the heaviness of sleep. “Everyone makes a resolution or two. Even if they already know they’re gonna break it…”

She knows immediately he’s referring to her failed efforts in previous years to give up processed sugar. It’s the same one she makes every year, and the same one she fails to keep less than a week into the new year. “I haven’t really given it any thought this year,” she says finally, shrugging. 

“That’s okay,” Deeks murmurs. “We’ve still got an hour or so before you have to commit." 

Kensi hums softly. "What’s yours, then?" 

He may be drifting right along the boundary between sleep and waking, but the words he whispers come with a certainty that can only come from the depths of his heart. "Fall more in love with you every day…”

Kensi closes her eyes, her cheeks tinting as his whispered words settle into her. Sometimes, she wishes he wouldn’t say things quite so bluntly - she’s come a long way, but there’s no denying that such declarations still frighten her. 

It frightens her, she thinks, because of how deeply she wants it. 

She lets out a quavering breath as she attempts to settle the butterflies in her belly. “I don’t know if that really counts as a real resolution,” she says, tracing her fingertips along his chest. 

Deeks just shrugs. “Maybe not, but it’s the only one I’m a hundred percent sure I’ll keep." 

Around an hour later, as their first lazy kisses of the new year slowly ignite into the slow burn of intimacy, Kensi thinks that his resolution might be one they share.

(And one that both of them keep.)

[ncis:la] from the same cloth (1/2)

Scene Rewrite / Character Swap ficlet – 2x15: Tin Soldiers
(in which “Esme” reads Deeks’ palm instead of Callen’s)
by: asthedayisfading // jessica237

“Time to bait the hook, boys.”

At Sam’s prompt, Callen and Deeks approach the bar. In his head, Deeks is running his lines - a collection of his typical clever, smooth, bar pick-up lines combined with a few well-chosen, incredibly direct, obnoxious remarks guaranteed to ruffle Kensi’s feathers and have her summoning club security and, invariably, getting the attention of Singh.

But before he has the chance to even open his mouth, Callen jumps a step ahead, doing to him what Deeks so very often does to his own partner during investigations - taking what they’d planned and changing it completely around on the spot.

Luckily, Deeks is much better at playing that game than Kensi is.

(He’s just annoyed that he’ll have to find some other opportunity to impress his partner with his clever lines.)

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“Now you can’t see this but… Marty’s actually reading Cohle’s copy of Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols… We had some footage that showed Cohle’s notes and highlights in it.”

Nic Pizzolatto, True Detective Commentary Season 1, Episode 4 - “Who Goes There”


This is a nice boy. This is a good boy. This is a mother’s angel. And I want the world to know once and for all, and without any shame, that we love him. I’m going to teach you. I’m going to teach you how to walk, how to speak, how to move, how to think. Together, you and I are going to make the single greatest contribution to science since the creation of fire. 

Young Frankenstein (1974)


Marti Noxon (Executive Producer/Writer for Buffy the Vampire Slayer):

It was always that balance, you know, ‘cause if she doesn’t make mistakes, that’s not drama. That’s Superman in a way. And I’ve always loved him, but there’s a reason why Batman’s more popular.

Merry Christmas to Milly! I hope you had a great year and I’m wishing you all the best for the next one. 

And to all of my followers, Happy Holidays! Thanks for all the love, guys.