#scorpion cbs

[concrete-at-least-15-ft-thick]

"Once again you've mastered the art of only thinking of yourself." I need to kill him with hammers

[violetdaphne]

its missing scorpion hours guys

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In the wake of Israel and the west's recent crimes against Palestine, I realized why Scorpion's plot went to shit.

Scorpion's plot was all about calling out the American government. The Iraq massacre America commited and Walter's backstory. Sly's father being military and saying he wants to save the world yet only caring about his reputation. Cabe aiding and abetting war crimes. America having nukes in foreign land, and putting embargos on Yemen.

The US government doesn't like when it's exposed in any form of media.

That's why they changed the story.

[somebodylovesyougcv]

i started watching scorpion again (biologically a comfort show i cant control it) and this show is so so so special like you dont get it if u dont watch it but its so special. these characters are so special. they have so much heart

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down bad for walter o'brien

[just-here-for-the-whump]

@whumpcember24 Day 8 Alt. 3: Fire

Scorpion 2x6 Tech, Drugs and Rock and Roll

[achillesunly]

Walter season 1's beautiful curls what have they done to you?

[bugsmunched]

"Talk to Me" - Walter O'Brien x GN! Reader

Summary: After a stressful day, Walter calls you to unwind.

Content: no reader genitals mentioned, mention of penetrative sex, Walter being turned on by your voice, Walter being awkward and smart

Wc: 2414

I started this forever ago but just finished it. The end is a little rushed but ehhhh I don't really care. For my friend @litteralyjustawriter

NSFW UNDER CUT!!

It had been a very long and very frustrating day for Walter, as tensions had been high during the mission. Sly’s anxiety had gotten the best of him, causing him to miscalculate the exact amount of time they had to save a young girl from an unfortunate situation.

Toby had been psychoanalyzing Walt all day, as recently, Walter had become very attached to someone- You. He had become overly protective and the team was worried that he was so protective that guarding you would jeopardize the team. Luckily, that hadn't happened today, but Toby was sure that it would happen eventually, and at the very worst possible time, especially if Walter never revealed his feelings.

Walter sighed as he undid his tie, pulling it off in a swift motion before tossing it to the ground. He fell backwards onto his bed, kicking his shoes off, blinking up at the ceiling. Tension in his shoulders and back was causing one hell of a headache. He brought his hands up to his face and groaned, rolling onto his side. He was thinking of just heading to bed when his eyes landed on his phone that he had placed on his bedside table. Maybe calling you would take some edge off.

He picked up his phone, unlocking it with his unnecessarily complicated password. His thumb hovered over your contact for a moment, his heart suddenly falling to his stomach. What if you weren't awake? It was late, after all. What if you didn't feel like talking?

He shook his head of those silly thoughts, for as long as he had known you, you had always been willing to talk, especially to him. He pressed on your contact, and then on the call button, holding up his phone to his ear. As it rang once, he took a deep breath. At the second ring, he rolled back onto his back, propping himself up on the pillows. It rang for a third time, and he was about to hang up when he heard you finally pick up.

“Hey, O'Brien. “ Your voice was smooth, even over the phone. He let go for the breath he was holding, feeling his shoulders relax slightly from just hearing your voice.

“Walt, is everything okay?” You asked, curiosity lacing your words after he didn't respond to your initial greeting. “Walter?” You asked again, your voice ringing in his ears.

He shook his head and refocused himself, trying not to drown in your voice. “I'm here. “ he said, though his voice seemed deeper than usual, sending a shiver down your own spine. It was no secret to anyone that you were quite fond of the genius with a 197 IQ. No matter the time of day, if he called, you answered.

“What's up with you, Walter? You seem off, more off than usual. “ You spoke gently, wishing you were with him to hold him, kiss all over his face and tell him that it's all okay. Truth be told, if he asked you to come over, you would, but he never did. You always waited for that invitation with baited breath on every call, but it never came.

“Today's mission left everyone disheveled. “

“That rough, huh?” you hummed in response, relaxing into the comfort of your own mattress.

“Indeed. “

“You ought to be exhausted, so why call me?”

“Your voice is incredibly mellifluous and smooth, a perfect stress reducer.” He said in a matter of fact voice like you should know that about yourself.

“Explanation of mellifluous for those of us that don't have a 197 IQ?”

“Your voice is sweet and smooth, and incredibly soothing. “

You felt your face get hot, it was unlike Walter to straight up compliment you like that, but he was tired, maybe his filter was just letting a few things fall through the cracks. “oh, well that's good to know. “ You said softly, tripping over your words a little bit.

“Yes I figured after a stressful day, hearing you talk would help take the edge off better than any inebriating substance could, for me at least. I find the effects of alcohol quite negative. “He explained, his spare hand undoing his button up, letting the cold air hit his bare chest. It was less restricting like that.

“Okay, that makes sense. What do you want me to talk about?”

“Anything you would like, what about that uhm, show about the uhm, adolescent mutated mercenary reptiles?”

“Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?!” you said with a laid back laugh.

“Yes, the teenage mutant ninja turtles. Kind of a ridiculous concept, how did the turtles become mutants in the first place?“ Walt answered, running his spare hand through his hair, moving it out of his face.

“Well it depends on what generation of TMNT you're talking about, but in most cases, four baby turtles are exposed to radioactive ooze that turns them into humanoids that fight crime. But if you want to know specifics, I can tell you about the newest series, the one that started in 2012. Do you want to hear about that?” You asked softly, listening to the silence on the other side of the phone. “Walter?” You asked softly, your voice laced with concern for the male.

“Sorry, yeah I'd like to hear about that. “ He said softly, his head leaning back against the pillows as his eyes closed softly, ready to just drown in the soothing sound of your hypnotic voice.

“ Well you see, it starts with ninjustu sensei Hamato Yoshi carrying his four pet turtles through the streets of New York City when suddenly -” you being to ramble on about the plot of the 2012 teenage mutant ninja turtles, getting a little bit carried away.

“- and then professor Honeycutt, also known as the fugitoid, saves the turtles, Casey, and April and uses his spacecraft to take them on a journey to outer space. And that's the end of season 3, that just ended recently. I'm really curious to see what happens in season four. “ You said with an excited smile, glancing over at the clock. You had been rambling to an almost completely silent Walter about TMNT for about an hour straight. He had barely responded the entire time and now that you were done rambling, you had become a bit worried once again. You thought for a moment that maybe you had talked him to sleep, when suddenly you heard an uncomfortable grunt sound off from the other end of the line. “Walt? Is everything okay?”

“It seems as though the combination of your mellifluous voice mixed with my increased stress levels has put me in an unfortunate situation. “ He explained, shifting around on his bed.

“Oh no, did I make you uncomfortable? I'm so sorry Walter I didn't mean to talk your ear off like that, you just said that you wanted me to talk and I got carried away, I'm so-”

“No. That's not what I meant. “ Walt spoke, a bit sternly to you to get you to break out of your rambly panic.

“Then what do you mean??” You asked, your voice still a little high from panic that you had caused him any form of discomfort.

“ It appears as though…my phallus has become erect due to the sensation of hearing your - quite hypnotic - voice in my ear. “ He said, quite calmly despite the fact that he just admitted that your voice gave him a hard on.

“oh. “ You squeaked out slightly, your face turning red. “I'm…sorry?” You posed it like a question, wondering if you should be sorry for accidentally turning him on.

“Don't be. I should be the one apologizing. Just because there's a soothing voice talking in my ear does not mean that I should become…aroused. I usually have more self control, but I guess around you, it simply fades away. “ He spoke, he was not trying to flirt with you, it was just simply the truth. When he was around you, his self control faded away, and he was unable to handle himself. But his words were delectable to you. You felt your entire body start to heat up.

“Well, uhm. “ You cleared your throat a little bit, feeling heat creep all over your body. “ You should uhm, sort that out. “

“Yes, I shall leave and go sort out my problem, goodbye, Y/N. “ Walter said as he pulled his phone away from his ear to hang up when suddenly your desperate voice rang through the phone.

“I didn't say to go! All I said…was to sort it out..”

“Oh. “ Now it was his turn to be shocked.

“I want to talk you through it, since you, uhm, love my voice so much. “ You said, your voice shaking from the nerves. You were sure he was going to hang up and never speak to you again. This was way out of line- you worked alongside him! You would never be able to look him in the eyes again. You were just about to ramble out a broken apology, when you heard him shift on the other side, followed by the sound of a zipper coming undone and fabric being moved to the side.

“Go on then, talk to me” he rasped out deeply, a shiver being sent down your spine.

“Are..you sure?” You asked, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Yes, I am certain. Go on, speak. “ He commanded gently. The energy had shifted greatly. He seemed…dominant, more so than usual. It made you shift on your mattress, feeling your own arousal build.

“Okay..” you said softly before you took a deep breath, collecting your thoughts. You weren't sure what to say, so you closed your eyes and just let the words flow through you, trying not to worry about overstepping boundaries that you weren't even sure existed anymore.

But after you were silent for a few moments, Walter sighed. “ Come on Y/N, you got this…” he encouraged you gently, trying to nudge you along.

“I don't know how to start, Walter!” You protested with a whine, the sound going straight to the males dick.

“Speak to me about a fantasy of yours…” he suggested softly, a hand wrapping around the base of his long cock, beginning to gently stroke himself, awaiting the return of your voice.

You closed your eyes again, taking a deep breath. “Sometimes…I've thought about you…taking me up to your loft. “

“I've postulated that you think about me, but I only thought it would ever be true in my dreams.” He spoke softly, giving a soft groan.

“Ive thought about you…pushing me against your window, hands on my hips, slipping underneath the fabric of my shirt..”

“Then?” He urged you to continue.

“Then you would capture my lips with yours in a desperate, and messy, kiss..allowing my fingers to tangle in your hair, tugging on your curls.

“Hell, Y/n…” he groaned softly, another moan falling from his lips as he started to increase his pace, tightening his grip a little bit.

“In the heat of our kiss…we'd be desperate to get our clothes off…and frankly I'd probably ruin your shirt by ripping it open after I've unceremoniously removed your tie. “ You whispered out, picturing how he looked right now, laid out in his bed, phone in hand, cock in the other as he stroked himself to the thought of a fantasy that you had had more than once.

“Are you really that desperate to see what I hide beneath a few thin layers of fabric? “ He breathed out, his bottom lip quivering.

“Oh Walter…you have no idea how desperate I am to see what you hide…” you whispered softly, lowering your voice a little bit. “The real question Walter is, how desperate are you?”

Walter gave a little whimper on the other end of the phone, and then began to hope that you hadn't heard that. His hand increased in pace, his breathing getting heavier with each rough stroke. “I live an incredibly anguished life everytime I wake up and you are not by my side. “

“ Do you ever think about me, Walter? Maybe…me on my knees…looking up at you? My lips wrapped around your cock, glistening with spit as I struggle to take all of you?”

“Oh damnit Y/N. '' Walter cursed, his hips thrusting upwards into his hand. “More. “ He managed to choke out as a breath shuddered its way past his quivering lips.

“do you want me Walter? Do you want my hands on your chest as I sink down onto you, letting you fill me?”

“No, Y/N…I need you. “ He groaned, a moan falling from betwixt his lips.

You fell silent for a moment, pulling a whine from him in the process. You never thought that Walter O'Brien would ever be the kind of man to whimper or whine. “Don't stop talking, please Y/N…”

“Are you close, Walter?”

“Yes…”

“good. Keep going, O'Brien. “

He dug his teeth into his bottom lip, nearly breaking the delicate skin. His stomach tightened as he felt himself getting closer, his thighs quivering gently. “Speak. “ He said in an almost demanding voice, which caused you to flush a light pink.

“Imagine it's my hand wrapped around your cock, Walt. I bet it's nice and thick…isn't it? I bet it would feel so nice inside of me, stretching me open. I bet you'd get nice and deep too…”

Through your words, you could hear his moans becoming louder and more broken. You wished you could see his face at this moment. Hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, lips glistening with his own spit, face beat red. You could imagine all of his muscles tensing, his grip becoming tighter around his cock with each word you spoke.

After a moment of silence, he gave a final broken moan before you could hear him relax into his mattress, his breaths being just shallow pants, he was nearly gasping for air. “Did you…finish?” You asked, all the confidence that you had fleeing your body in a matter of seconds.

“While I did indeed finish, I don't think I'm quite done. How fast can you be here?”

“10 minutes…”

“Make it 5. There are not enough hours in the night for me to take you on every surface I want to tonight. But I will sure as hell try. “ He commanded before he hung up, leaving you flushed and shocked.

Who were you to deny him the stress relief he so clearly needed?

[thewickedbohemian]

Thoughts on the Brilliant Minds pilot

cinematic-ass opening montage-thing

so they're basically trying to make him be House

and now I'm crying

and now he's singing and I'm very much feeling what they're saying about the music

faceblindness, hmm...autistic???

so he's a fusion of House and Max Goodwin

when one door closes a Call To Adventure opens

nice house, needs a turret though

looks like more plants per square feet than Botany Manor from the game of the same name

badass female lead as usual

So that was Andre De Shields

tragic backstory unlocked

cue the ensemble

*Veggietales narrator voice* "shocked and slightly embarrassed by the sight of their attending in a towel"

I think I've heard about this condition somewhere I just don't know where

So unlike House he is gay, he just needs a Wilson (and we're not doing the guy-girl slowburn shit you'd otherwise expect from characters like this on a show like this)

houston we have a dick

let's meet the interns and now I'm getting reminded of Scorpion and The Librarians (and I wonder if, like on Scorpion, the one with the anxiety will end up becoming my favorite)

and he's taking someone else's drugs

there was an attempt at empathy

screw your protocol

as I myself have said mental illness is still illness

what the psychic vision just happened with that flashback

so it is what I thought it was, Capgras Syndrome (and isn't even a fourth-wall break, no set here)

exactly what mom thought they were going to do just mom thought they were going to blindfold her not turn the TV around

who gave her a backless chair!?

expected dark night of the soul

she would have been fine if they talked to her when she wasn't facing them

let's go chase a patient (and I'm going to have to look up that needle drop)

better attempt at connection let's see if it works

there's the blindfold mom was expecting...and it works

I hate chalk noises even on TV

nice going through the play-by-play of her plan

expectedly unexpected twist hammers home the whole "find your way back home" motif

In conclusion if you love House, New Amsterdam or Scorpion you should totally check Brilliant Minds out, I hate to judge based one (really good) episode but this show not only deserves to go on for years but it deserves a fandom as big as House's

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[moonsharky]

the amount of times i recognise reused sets on tv shows just keeps increasing. this bowling alley in bones is the same one used in 911 when it was still on fox. i have also noticed before that in lucifer carols apartment is the same as bucks from 911. and in the show scorpion, their headquarters is in a warehouse that was used in 911 lone star as their fire station. another is in an episode or two of the mentalist theres a building that was used in 911 at the aged care facility with the std outbreak. theres way more but it happens more often than you think

[violetdaphne]

season one walter would NEVER fire paige and the butchering of his character is a travesty i will never forgive the writers for

[cbs-scorpion-coffee-shop]

Scorpion took a group of characters that most authors would write as teenagers and decided to make them middle-aged and it absolutely fucking rocks.

[somebodylovesyougcv]

no cause walter o’brien’s relationship with his sister megan is so special to me it makes me sick to think about. walter doesn’t understand love or how to process human emotions or how to handle the idea of a problem that cannot be solved. enter megan, his older sister, the only person in the world who has ever understood him and loved him in that unconditional way only a sibling can. megan, who has a degenerative nerve disease and is going to die. and there’s nothing walter can do about it. and you watch him try so desperately to save her. he builds a rocket engine to win millions of dollars in grant money to fund research into saving her life. into solving a problem that no one has been able to solve, a problem that doesn’t have a real answer: why is megan’s immune system attacking itself? walter can’t handle it and you watch him try every way he can to cope with it, you watch the awkward and irrational and desperate way he cares for her and loves her. the most special person in the world to him. and she dies anyways. he isn’t able to save her. but knowing her and loving her gives him the push to grow emotionally and try to feel that close to someone else the way he felt to her

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why do I find more scorpion content on pinterest than tumblr 😭

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@whumpcember24 Day 26: Falling

Scorpion 3x3 It Isn’t The Fall That Kills You