Aw sorry lovely, I’m just not so into the show anymore, the storylines just aren’t as interesting and honestly, we had less than a handful of callensi scenes in the past season. I really miss the NCIS LA of season 1/2, not just the awesome callensi moments we got, but the great writing and characterisations in general.
There’s some great NCIS LA blogs out there and I’m sure they’d be happy to gif the callensi moments if they do come up in s6 and beyond :)
I use photoshop :)
So as you can probably tell, I’ve taken a bit of a break from this blog during the hiatus. To be honest, I’m not loving the show as much as I used to when I made this blog, and I’m wondering if I’m going to continue on with it when season 6 airs.
Hopefully once the season starts again I’ll get back into the groove of things, or maybe I’ll look for someone to help run this blog - would anyone be interested?
31 Day Challenge - Day 2:Favorite Cast Member(s)
Daniela Ruah + Chris O’Donnell
Something about working with someone who you had a poster of growing up :). These two are adorable biffles.
Gif courtesy: wallflowerings
No one tells you that things get so busy in your 40s that you feel like you just have your head down and you’re running all the time. I feel like my life is on fast forward. It’s shocking how fast it goes. I’m 42 now─I’m wearing glasses now! Not sunglasses. Real glasses. I’m just falling apart.
Happy 44th birthday Christopher Eugene “Chris” O’Donnell (June 26, 1970)
"It’s not a name. It’s a letter."
Oh gosh I can’t remember off the top of my head! Can anyone help please? :)
 tv shows; ncis los angeles
The button on her jeans popped open easily, and Callen peeled them over the curve of her hips and down her legs, his fingers gently tracing the edge of some skimpy black panties.
Her plaid shirt proved to be slightly trickier. He fumbled with the buttons over her chest, the shirt slowly falling open to reveal a lacy demi cup. He hadn’t known she wore that underneath those plaid shirts. If he had, he might have tried this a whole lot sooner.
When the last button was finally undone, the shirt dropped to the floor, leaving Kensi in front of him in nothing but her lingerie.
“Callen.” His name rolled off her tongue in a breathy moan.
No, she didn’t call him that.
Callen was snapped out of his daydream by his partner’s voice.
“Where were you?” Sam asked with a grin.
“I was, uh…”
“Not here,” Kensi laughed.
Callen’s eyes flickered to the desk next to him. The object of his daydream sat there innocently – and fully clothed. In jeans and that damn plaid shirt.