#dr scissors

[shinnyshining]

Once again

LONG HAIR BEAM!!!

[arjengelly]

And one day, they’ll all get their happy endings

Man I’m still going to believe the Prince will be Dr. Briefs in the future

[bonnieisaway]

gun to my fucking head u tell me "believe that seven in the past and seven as he is now are two seperate people and entities are not the same person and the past seven would have never been as kind or caring as the current seven became" i'll read you my will and testament right fucking there i do not care what anybody says to me that's the same bitch . that's the same motherfucker. have you ever looked in the mirror and asked yourself who you'd be if that didn't happen to you. if the tramua didn't hold you down everyday. if you lived a better life. that's what happened to seven. the same motherfucker who got a new start. that man was never some heartless killer , the man who was some "stone cold, heartless, steel-faced killer" who didn't care isn't hiding inside him because he does not exist. you can look. you will not find him. the director himself right the fuck now could say that to me and i wouldn't fucking believe him

there is EMPATHY in every action he takes in his past. the show does not make sense in any regard - in the way we pick it apart and comb over it like we always do - if he was just some heartless guy who lives on in the depths of seven who does not care. that boy would never only fight on missions. that boy would never refuse to draw his sword on redtooth until he had no other option. that boy would not consistently, and wordlessly spare bystanders who he understands are harmless and are stricken by their own emotions. and that boy would never, never go against every killer in the world to save a girl who he knew had been set out as a trap for him.

that's not a different seven that is seven in a worse scenario. he's not "unlocking his old personality" or "reverting to who he used to be" or "becoming a cold killer again" - he is once again put in the same scenario that poses danger to his life. seven is not moving backwards, nor unlocking something hidden in him - and i don't mean his memories, yes, he is gaining some back, but i mean the fundamental personality and "person" he was believed to be back then - history is repeating itself and his life is being shaped by the same inherent tragedy it once was. yes, he had one moment to laugh in season four. that does not mean he doesn't want to anymore, or can't, or won't, it means he will when he fucking can despite despite despite.

i'm so i'm going insane to a point i cannot put it into words but i dont i don't LIKE the thought process of "becoming who he used to be." or the concept that he was ever anyone else . that is unfalteringly, and indisputably seven. there's no other seven. his life was built around a world that was not fit for a fifteen year old with no visible or prominent family to be in, let alone one where at the age of fifteen he killed people to survive. there was ALWAYS a love in that man's heart but there was an inherent wall he learned to build around it. a wall that when he woke up on chicken island he did not feel the need to build. i feel like i cannot put this into words well enough

[luvkagamine]

🍷 - 🍷 - 🍷 🍷 - ✂ - 🍷 🍷 - 🍷 - 🍷

⠀⠀Genicider Syo Stimboard !

⠀⠀No kin / me / f/o tags please

[questintheskies]

Just Samoa Joe looking like a boss in the suit...

[poverhearts]

The Three Whitty Simps Phonk Walk (Dr. Livesey Walk Animation Meme)

FT: Paris, Sya and Kim

I also put The Rocham Bros just for Fun

This is kinda old

The only character that I own is my FNF Self Insert lol

Sya Belongs to My friend From Discord and other Social medias

Kimberly belongs to @angryshipping

Hope you enjoy! ✨

[averageresidentsenjoyer]

Did rws do this on purpose

[symptomofgout]

the song are you serious by andrew bird is inexplicably oumota core. can’t explain it

[arjengelly]

Oh no… I made another Universe for DB Super!

My Kai in training before I knew there were more Supreme Kai’s & in other colors… Can’t believe Zamasu was a thing!

It’s a world where Launch was actually two separate people and Tights Briefs had more relevance…

Yellow Lauch is Tights and her daughter with Android 17 is Blue Lauch.

Ofc I’m including Scissor Seven here with Dr. Briefs being the former Prince of Stan & Bikini used to be Cola.

No matter how many times Trunks tried to fix the future, it kept getting worse.

Marron, Bulla & Pan step in and become: The Triple Threat/Heiresses of Power/Sisters of the Silver Eye(s) 🤷🏻‍♀️…..All sport silver eyes btw

Bulla and Pan transform into something beyond Super Saiyan 4 (look like zabimaru)

The Goddess of that realm, Bass, takes a liking to them & gives the girls a mission:

Don’t use the dragon balls to resurrect the fallen z fighters (including Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Krillin and Piccolo) but use the relics’ energy to shield their world/ realm from outside enemies….the multiverse & alien invasion. They also have to conquer Earth in Bass’s name, no big whoop… 😅

Trunks, Goten & Uub aren’t too happy about it. P.S. there’s another Bio Broly lurking around (Brollie).

[cleelczipsybane]

WLC 2.8: Violence at Last

L: Several hours of ups and downs and all arounds (mostly downs) later and we'd arrived at Hairy Scary Rock: a twenty meter tall stalagmite which stands in a massive chamber.

"That is an ugly rock, says Maraja, "Its shape is... yonic?"

"Stop gawking and keep moving," says Ling, "We can't stop here."

"Why?" asks Maraja, condensing vapor for her to drink, "What's here?"

"Stop using that spell," Ling pulls a bottle out of her little magic pouch, "Use this."

J: Always with the bottles, Mum. L: Hydration👏 is 👏 important!

"What's the harm?" Maraja continues using her spell almost spitefully. "And what's here?" she asks again, irate.

The ground begins to shake. Ling seethes, "Creatures that are drawn to changes in the air and water." The rumbling nears.

"Iss thhat a giant worm?" Kalyani readies her staff as the tremors intensify.

"Giant worm," Ling nods.

D: Giant worm!? L: Giant worm.

On command, the giant worm bursts from the ground. It's thick dark grey hide etched with purple scars. It is about twenty-four meters long and three meters wide. It's open maw spews forth purple goo which the trio scatter to dodge.

"Strewth, a purple-stuffy!" shouts Ling, "Watch it, that goop is highly basic."

D: What does basic mean? L: Usually it means it's slippery and can burn you very badly.

Maraja draws her sword and readies herself, as the beast slides along the ground. She dodges its maw as it lunges and cleaves her blade through its side. A mix of blood and goop bleeds from the writhing mass. She resists the urge to blast the slime away with water.

Kalyani dodges the worm's venomous stinger tail and fires a bolt of electricity into it. This barely phases it. "Any idea what it'ss weak to?" she asks.

"No idea," says Ling, pulling a tuning fork from her pouch, "But I got this!"

As the creature lunges at the wizard, she slaps it in the side of its face with the fork while rolling past it. The worm's jaw spasms and it begins convulsing.

L: I call that spell "Nervous Veer"; it disrupts the target's nervous system, redirecting body commands all over the place. Try to bend your arm and twist your foot instead.

Maraja runs forth and brings her blade down upon the creature's slack-jawed face. The creature brain oozes out of it's open head. The body continues to squirm about.

D: EEEWWW!

"Shhield your eyess," shouts Kalyani, as she lights the entire area it occupies in holy flames. "BURN! DIE! BEGONE!" In a blink, it's roasted. A bitter aroma fills the air.

In the calm, the trio reunite a safe distance from the corpse.

"Anyone harmed?" asks the priestess, "Do you need aid, dearss?"

"Clean as I came in."

"I'm fine, but- Gross, it's so sticky," says Maraja, using a cloth to wipe her sword clean. "Why was that thing here?"

"These are their breeding grounds," says Ling, preparing to rant.

Maraja began marching suddenly. "Let's get the hell out of here."

"F*****g right" says Ling, suddenly calm again, "We can roast your a**e later."

[frimleyblogger]

Winning Strategies For Games Of Chance

Winning strategies for games of chance #Poohsticks

In an Olympic year it might be churlish to gainsay the founder of the modern games, Baron Pierre de Coubertin, whose mantra was that “the most important thing in the Olympic Games is not winning but taking part; the essential thing in life is not conquering but fighting well”. That is all very well, but for some psychologists and game theorists rock, paper, scissors (RPS) offered the opportunity…

[vampzer]

old art ( ignore scissors )

[eva-emaria]

WHO DESECRATES THEIR SEWING SCISSORS TO CUT HAIR?!

i hope adrien fell first and i hope he hates his dad and i hope marinette thinks its sooo cute how much he hates his dad

[arjengelly]

I’m just making this up because why not lol

*they’d have their kids by their 30’s

Bulma’s parents are Cola & the Prince of Stan

The Prince managed to create a new body for Cola. She’s either a cyborg or an android 🤷🏻‍♀️

The Prince gave up his throne for a simple life and they changed their names. Cola joked by choosing the sir name Briefs (her life would’ve been brief if not for the prince and his battle suit always showed his🩲).

Their eye colors are confusing, but it still works out

[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.

[aouiaa]

oneshot preview

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄’𝐒

❝ A WAVE OF EMOTION ❞

NOT JUST ANYONE’S, never truly understanding why your boss, dr. abigail “abby” anderson, harbors such animosity towards you. that is, until a moment initiated by the arrival of a newcomer to the team inadvertently triggers suppressed emotions to surface, revealing her true feelings.

FEATURING doctor!abby anderson x nurse!reader

THE ONESHOT CONTAINS (enemies to lovers), porn w plot (yay), a word count of 15k+, wlw content, mean!abby, jealous/delusional!abby, mentions of reader’s hair, abby being a book wormy, abby describes the reader as a goddess (once), fluff, angst, different povs, bullying, light workplace mistreatment, SEXUAL CONTENT, mean/softdom!abby, sub!reader, semi-public sex (hospital’s office), panties stealing, spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, masturbation, usage of a vibrator (once), scissoring, squirting, nipple play, degradation, body workship/praising, overstimulation, usage of pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl, good girl, dirty girl), cum eating, mutiple orgasms, DARK CONTENT, stalking, act of stealing narcotics, cursing, jealousy, alcohol/drug consumption, mentions of inflicting harm on others, acts of frame-up, (none of the content shown here is encouraged to be done irl and the photo below are for aesthetic purposes)

❝ CRASHING ONTO YOU AND I ❞