#Dr. Michael Brown

[pedroam-bang]

Back To The Future (1985)

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Propaganda (1985)

[rosebug3]

OG Falsettos casts Revival Falsettos in an old playbill article.

Well, one of them guessed right. It probably helped that Michael did two previous shows with Christian, during which Christian fangirled about Falsettos and Marvin. It is really cute that he did think of him.

Leslie did attend opening night and I think this is the first time I’ve heard from Jonathan since the original closed. It’s cool that he came back for this.

[aesthetic--mood]

Back to the Future Aesthetic

[wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728]

Until Dawn dead by daylight headcannons:

Not like if they were in dbd. Like if they all played dbd, how they would play, who would they main, etc.

Sam:

Either a Meg or Jill main for survivor

Likes sprint burst waaaaay to much and doesn’t understand how annoying it is

For this reason, on the rare occasion she plays killer, she mains either legion, hillbilly or blight

Definitely a survivor main

Chris

He has two loadouts. Friendly ghostface and Ace who throws the whole game to use pebble on the killer

The most obnoxious and colorful outfits on survivor and the wassssupp ghostface

Plays 200% more around new chapters and events

Loves the modifiers

Ashley

Incompetent but well meaning Steve main

Is really trying her best

The builds don’t make sense

Never advanced past trapper. Tried hillbilly once but can’t control the chainsaw

Josh

Also plays meme builds like Chris, but there’s also a 40% chance he’ll play the most cracked, insane build he can come up with.

Gives hatch to the last survivor as killer

Will loop for 5 gens if you give him a chance

Plays Myers as killer and Zarina as survivor

Loves boons and hexes and scourge hooks

Streams most of his games

Mike

Biggest no mither enjoyer

Plays the tough licensed survivors like Ash and Chris and Bill

Bad deathslinger player, but it's the only killer he’ll play because he wants to have a gun

Loves flash bang and blast mine

Jess

Mains Kate for the most innocent reasons, and tries to dress the character to match her own outfits

Kind of a baby survivor, crouches around the map and drops god pallet before the first gen

A shockingly good killer player on the occasion that she plays killer, and usually plays huntress, hag or plague

Emily

The meanest nurse main you’ve ever encountered

Only plays survivor when she has to because she hates dealing with solo queue survivors and none of the others will play with her anymore

Toxic Nea when forced to play survivor

Matt

David or Jake main

He likes side objectives; totems, chests, the turrets for xenomorph and vecna's chests and sadako's tvs

Anything but gens, it's too boring

Doesn't play much killer so when he does it's one of the base game 3

Hannah

Unironic spirit main

Most altruistic claudette player

Only brings medkits

Deliverance bcs she's always rescuing everyone anyways

Beth

If she doesn’t stream it did it really happen?

Mikaela main or just whatever killer came out more recently, but she’s partial to licensed killers, specifically odd ones like chucky

Her and josh crash and or sabotage and or feature on each other’s streams

Dr. Hill

Doesn’t play the game at all, but knows a shocking amount of lore from listening to everyone talk about it

Probably knows more than anyone else but it surprises them all when he randomly pipes up and corrects someone

Flamethrower Guy

What is this shit and why does he have to be part of it?

Literally just goes afk and hopes for the best

Everyone thinks he’s a basement bubba, but he never does anything at all and the game lasts almost an hour because they’re still trying to avoid him unnecessarily

Playing survivor with him is the prime example of a solo queue nightmare

[jasmineaxd]

The aesthetic of "Back to the future".

(Pics from Pinterest)

[nerds-yearbook]

Doctor Brown was sent back into the old west to the year 1885 when the time machine he was in was struck by lightening. Brown was enjoying the simpler life, although that didn’t stop him from inventing things to make his life easier and was surprised when Marty McFly, his friend from the future, showed up. Marty explained he had come back to rescue the Doc from being murdered in this past. (Back to the Future III, Flm)

[sonjackcarl]

[80smovies]

[love1979]

“Silence, Earthling! My Name Is Darth Vader. I Am An Extraterrestrial From The Planet Vulcan!”

by Marty McFly

[dwimpossblog]

Mindwarp

The Sixth Doctor's trial continues in 'Mindwarp', which sees the Doctor reunited with the villainous Sil!

[pedroam-bang]

Back To The Future Part III (1990)

[angelx1992]

[mannytoodope]

Doc Brown:  (in person)What did I say?(on tape)I need a nuclear reaction to generate the 1.21 gigawatts of electricity(in person)1.21 gigawatts? 1.21 gigawatts? Great Scott! 

Marty : What-what in the world ll is a gigawatt?

[justanotherdrfan]

The bromance/friendship is so sweet!!

It hurts even more that their separated this year with Michael being Yuki’s trainer this year!! 😢

not michael having fea on the palm of his hand before hi-fiving daniel at his last race :(

[reidsdimples]

“He pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.”

Paintings With His Tongue

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

18+ ❤️‍🔥MDNI ‼️

“Come on, just tell me what you’re thinking,” Reid smirks and tosses a ball of tissue paper at you.

You cross your legs and tug up your knee high socks. The carpet in his apartment is soft on your legs and you shake your head as you continue to wrap JJ’s baby shower gifts from the team.

You had gotten her a puzzle with the new baby’s name as the pieces ‘Michael’ it read. You thought it went so well with Henry,

“I shouldn’t have said anything, it’s a me issue,” you shake your head. You had bit your tongue on a risqué joke that could have been taken as a pass at him.

The truth was, you were extremely pent up. You dumped your abusive ex weeks ago when he bruised your eye. Even before then, your needs were not being met. But you have always had a thing for Dr.Reid and now being alone with him in his apartment… you were barley holding yourself together.

He moistened his plump lips with his tongue in frustration and sighed. The movements of his deft fingers as he wrapped a present caused you to squirm. How exactly the two of you got roped into present wrapping duty was still a mystery. Though you guessed Garcia was trying to finally push you two into each other like Barbie and Ken dolls. You smile to yourself.

“See? What was that- what are you thinking?” He calls you out.

“You may never know,” you flirt and snatch the tape from his grip.

He raises an eyebrow at you, those deep brown eyes pleading.

You stretch your legs out in front of you, placing your crossed feet on his lap. His eyes travel up to your short skirt which allows him a view of your creamy thighs. You swear he swallows hard.

“I was just thinking…” you start slowly. He leans forward attentively.

He rests one hand on your shin, his long fingers wrapping it completely.

“Thinking what?” The air charges and he separates your crossed legs only to lean forward and closes the distance between the two of you. Your heart hammers and you forget how to breathe.

“I…” you think he’s about to kiss you as he gets closer, forcing you to pull your knees to your chest to give him room as you lean back on your palms.

He snatches the other wrapping paper from behind you and moves back to sit. You inhale sharply and shake your head. Fuck.

He pushes his hair back from his face and you nearly fall apart. You know you need to do something about your neediness. He’s your coworker for fucks sake.

Then an idea pops into your head.

“You know what, we’re profilers. Why don’t YOU tell me what I’M thinking,” you challenge him.

He looks up at you through his messy long hair with the handle of the scissors in his mouth. His fingers quickly work to tape up the diaper bag for JJ.

“I don’t know if I…”

“You doubt your abilities Dr. Reid?” You sit up straight.

“I doubt you’ll like what I profile,” he reasons.

That makes you doubt he knows what you’re actually thinking.

“Try me,” you demand and stuff a bag full of tissue paper.

He narrows his eyes on you and loosens his tie. The dark cardigan was already tossed into the couch three presents ago and he begins rolling up his sleeves.

“You’re healing from your recent break up. You feel guilty that you miss him because he hurt you but you do. What you don’t quit understand is that you miss attention, not him. You deserve better but you don’t think so,” he pauses to sip his wine. You tilt your head.

“Is that it?” You jest.

“You knew you and I would be alone so you’re wearing something more revealing than you might have otherwise. You flip your hair over your shoulder to draw my attention to your neck. You lean back and allow me to see your thighs because you want me between them.”

Your mouth falls open at his words. But he doesn’t stop there.

“Not because you want me specifically but because you want that attention I mentioned before. Perhaps a distraction or…”

“No- that’s not true,” you cut him off.

“You’re wearing glasses, knee high socks, and a school girl style skirt because you perceive me as intellectually superior. You have a school girl and teacher fantasy you wish to act out.”

He leans forward between your legs again. He braces himself above you when you lean back on your elbows and he keeps talking.

“You’ve been trembling since you got here, you won’t stop biting your lip, and you keep squeezing your thighs together. You were about to make a joke that showed your hand but thought better of it because you fear rejection. You also don’t want to cross professional boundaries, and you can’t gauge where my interests lie.”

You’re dumbfounded, actually speechless as his breath fans across your face.

“Your inability to read my micro expressions leaves you feeling uncertain about the chemistry we have and I intended it to be that way. The truth is I want nothing for than to bury my face between your legs and make you scream my name until your throat is so sore that you remember it everytime you speak tomorrow,” he holds your gaze and you’re melting.

You feel your cunt pulsing with need and you want to squeeze your thighs together for some relief but you can’t because he’s kneeling between them.

“Please,” is all you can manager to whimper.

He grips you behind the knees and slides you forward so quickly you barely register it. You fall willingly onto your back with a soft huff and watch him meticulously roll your skirt up. His hair is messy and disheveled and he seems to be panting with need just like you are.

Wrapping paper crinkles beneath you but you don’t care when he leans down and begins kissing your thighs.

“Spencer,” you inhale in shock at his lips on your skin.

He continues to kiss your soft skin then starts nipping it gently. His fingers dig into the outside of your thighs, pinning them open. You never would have thought he’d be so… demanding?

He starts to kiss your pussy through your underwear and you writhe against him. The friction is heaven but the view of him there could send you both straight to hell. He moves one hand up to your hip to pin you down why he uses a thumb to rub your clit. He’s kissing your pussy gently and you know you’re soaked, you know he can feel it through the thin fabric.

Finally he rolls your panties down and out of the way. He looks up at you for consent ones more and dives in like he’s been waiting to his entire life.

It’s too much, it’s everything. His nose pushes against your clit, his tongue drags up between your folds, he comes back down to your interest and pushes his tongue into it into you mewl.

He’s moaning and he licks and laps at your cunt, slowly to savor it. He moans as he sucks your clit into his mouth and moves back down to your hole.

“Oh my god,” you cry and tighten your thighs around his head.

He sucks on your pussy and audibly devours you on his living room floor. He skillfully and artfully brings you to climax and before you know it you’re coming over and over again for him. You pant beneath him and whimper but he doesn’t stop.

He makes small whimpering noises of approval and eats you like a man starved. Your pussy quivers and responds to him as he continues to beckon more cum out of you. You swear his tongue must be painting a masterpiece or spelling every word in the English language.

“One more,” he pants from between your legs.

You roll your eyes back as the fourth orgasm siezes you. You can’t even try to tense your legs anymore, they’re jell-o. You’re shocked when the last orgasm is more squirting that your usual.

“I’m sorry!” You squeal but he laughs and dives back into you, his strong hands still gripping your hips. You cover your face in embarrassment, not ever having had more than one orgasm per sexual encounter.

Ones he fills himself on that last orgasm which left you red faced and embarrassed, Spencer sits up from between your legs. He’s on his knees looking down out you when he brings his shirt up to wipe his face.

You cover your eyes with your hands, utterly shy under his gaze.

“You are incredible,” he breathes.

“Me? You… you’re the one that did all the… that,” you stammer gesturing between the two of you. You sit back up and pull your skirt down.

“Mhmm,” he grins sinisterly at you.

You remain in awe that this man just did that to you. You crushed on him but you never imagined him to be so skilled, so dirty mouthed, and egotistic about his abilities. You glance down and see just how much he enjoyed himself, taken aback by the length of said enjoyment.

You lick your lips hungrily.

“For the record. It’s not about attention for me, I genuinely like you,” you assert and reach for his belt.

He raises his eyebrow in a ‘touché’ manner and crosses his hands behind his back as he watches you pull him free from his pants.