#taahm

[sosorrydad]

Not me laughing with a Two and a Half Men scene. But hey, Jon Cryer does a great gay impression

[hecho-a-mano]

unneeded reminder that miley cyrus was in Two in a Half Men, which is probably one of the better things the show had going for itself

[ladyinfierno-art]

memes that cater to me and only me? of course

[fandomlife-confessions]

[antoniorichardsonblog]

Watch "Fresh air, sunshine, nighttime cold medicine, and scotch (TAAHM)" on YouTube

[saipng]

me: it didn’t really work out with the last guy, but what do you think? do you want to be popuko or pipimi?

the 1875 simple cowboy named Buck that i brought back from the dead using that same arcane magic: Well, ah be damned, button, ah done not understand a word ya said, but i’m hair for a daisy taahm not a coon's age

Bishop Robert Abbot: I has't fallen in deep loveth with Buck and wouldst liketh to gay marryeth hym

me: so yeah i’m going to set this anime girl as your pfp and then you’re all set to be my discord kitten :)

the 16th century english anglican priest that i brought back from the dead using forbidden arcane knowledge: A gib of disc'rd, thee sayeth? What witchcraft is yond? What h'rr'r? Hence with thee! Hence!

[kitigai]

hugs

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Enrique Iglesias : Two and a Half Men (S04E23)

[shady-swan-jones]

Why am watching Two and a Half Men reruns?

They are so fun

[saliciouscelery]

"God gave you a box of assorted chocolates and you're just gonna have one?"

[seerdahn]

God gives us children so Death won't come as such a disappointment.

[fandomlife-confessions]

[bigbangblog]

En realidad, Ashton es su solución para todo :v Más temporadas de The Big Bang Theory si convencen al elenco. "Si sobrevivimos a la pérdida de Charlie Sheen, también podremos seguir sin Jim Parsons". Nota: obviamente esta es una BROMA 😅 #tbbt #bigbangtheory #tbbtescenas #shamy #howardette #lenny #ashtonkutcher #twoandhalfmen #taahm #doshombresymedio

[babaengmadaldal]

Charlie Harper; Charlie Sheen // Two and a Half Men Season 1 Episode 8

[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE.

hello everyone! this is my first ever ever spencer reid x reader fanfiction, its a multichapter fanfic so hopefully you guys will stick around for more chapters. also a disclaimer, that english is not my first language so the grammars are all over the place and i’m terribly sorry for it but i promise i’ll keep learning. and i alternate between using you, her, and (y/n) so hopefully you guys won’t mind that but i am open to suggestion so please do message me! thank you enjoy!

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

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Coming back from a case has never felt so good to (y/n), although she’s only been apart of the team for couple of months, the cases are all tiresome and most definitely gruesome. Yet, her thoughts keeps on circling back to the conversation she had with one of her coworkers that certainly ignite something inside her tummy, the thought alone has her biting her lips raw and tender all the way home from the BAU.

—————Beginning of the Case—————

“lastly (Y/n), you and Reid visit the M.E, find out the the true cause of death, and investigate the mark left by the unsub. JJ and i will talk to the family.” Hotch explained as he flip through the case files, earning a nod from (Y/n), the newest addition to the team. She turned her head to give Spencer a shy smile, which he immediately smile and nod that caused blissful warmth across her cheeks as she sees him staring at her, (y/n) looked away and shake her head before going back to studying (pretending) the case file.

Four women were found dead in their houses, with definite signs of sexual assault, and undetermined cause of death. They were found naked with only a small satin silk sheet covering their thighs, which bears a deep mark, signature of the unsub. Their body posed with them lying on their side supported by the headboard, and their heads on top of their arms, whilst the other hand laid on top of their thighs delicately, and their legs crooked slightly.

That’s the only information that the team knows as you walk to the M.E office with Reid. You followed his steps as he led the way, lightly chatted with the examiner. “So have you found the official cause of death yet?” He asked as his eyes delicately scan over the mark that the unsub left on the victim’s right thigh, tilting his head trying to figure out the meaning behind it. “the official cod is asphyxiation, and the marks were done antemortem.. but we found something odd in their system, chemicals commonly used to make oil paints.”

“Picasso,”

“what?” Reid turned his head to you, as your fingers ghosted over the mark and dried blood on the skin “Picasso, that’s what he carved here, picasso’s signature— or trying to be one. look, he used a fairly sharp knife that’s why the cut is deep but this.. it looks messy- almost like he has no self control or he’s just not good at carving and possibly.... even painting” (Y/n)’s eyes found itself lost, trying to find a deeper meaning to the marks— her body jolted as he heard Spencer’s reply,

“So you’re saying that, he’s trying to be like picasso?” he says, tugging his bottom lip, glancing at his partner. “Yeah, he’s probably a failed artist.. trying to gain recognitions and has been rejected so many times, look at the way they were posed.. he was going to paint them before he killed them” Her eyes lit up as she stared at his, biting the inside of her cheeks. “That makes sense actually, according to Garcia, all of these women were working or have worked as models for art student, or just artists in general. i’ll tell hotch,” he smiles, as he took off his glove and dug his pants to grab his phone and call hotch.

(Y/n) found herself completely mesmerized by the deep purple marks the unsub left as well as some ligature marks that were probably caused by the use of restraints, her skin littered with goosebumps and she visibly shivers. Her thoughts keeps on wondering until she hears Spencer cleared his throat which makes her blush furiously and timidly walking out of the building to the car. As she’s about to open the car door, she felt a tug on her wrist.

“hey, are you okay?” Spencer asked, as he kept a strong grip on her wrist, head tilting like a cute yet intimidating puppy trying to figure her out “yeah, um i’m totally fine spence, do i not look like i’m fine?” (Y/n) tried to dodge the question as she let her eyes flutter shut briefly at the feeling of his body heat, so close against her.

He’s your coworker, five years your senior, and you just saw a poor woman’s dead body. Woke up sick psycho.

“Look at me.” His voice sent venom like electricity to her veins as she quickly and shamelessly obeyed, lips parted, breathing shallow “Are you scared or aroused?” He simply asked, his grip tightening around your wrist, one eyebrow lifted as if he’s demanding you to answer then and there. “p-pardon, what are you talking about?” you shuddered, letting out a high pitched voice that makes you want to punch yourself.

Your thoughts are spiraling as you open your eyes back, staring at the grip— specifically his hand and fingers before gulping “you’re flushed (y/n), your eyes are glassy, your voice is twenty different pitch almost like a shivering little kitten, when i touched you— your heartbeat accelerate, you bit your lips way too often that i can almost feel how tender they are and i can see your body shivered then, even right now. according to what i’ve read about body language, women who displays the body language that you’re displaying right now is either scared or aroused. So, let me ask you again.. are you scared or aroused?”

Your knees buckled as you try to make sense of what he’s saying, your eyes are burning holes to the ground as he move his grip so from your wrist to your chin and forcing you to look up to his magnificent eyes, piercing with strangely content and warmth but there’s this subtlety of lust that could be seen from his dilated pupils. as you were parting your lips to answer, his phone rang and he curses lowly under his breath before turning around to pick up the call,

“yes, hotch?”

You definitely have to thank Aaron for this. You thought.

TBC!

[artsarak]

Two and a half men 💛 # https://www.instagram.com/p/BpKKTSFhJpL/?igshid=1susnwa1diss3