#Family!Shawn

[theerurishipper]

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Masterpost

[beautifuldaysarehere]

The era of White Collar, Leverage, and Psych was the highlight of my entertainment life.

I am happy to report that to deal with the stress of current events, I am pretending it is 2010.

[nucrests]

It's been a while, so let's see what they've been up to

[nocofamilyau]

take some daves

[creativelylucky]

I'm mad.

Warning: rant about autism online communities

Saw a mutual reblog some bullshit about "autism representation in media bad because it's not my autism!!11!!1!1"

If you genuinely believe that then I don't think I can be comfortable around you.

You think that showing more severe autism is "infantilization"

You think that showing more severe autism is "inaccurate"

You think that showing more severe autism is "stereotypes"

Well guess what. The show you're bashing, the movie you're trashing, the characters you call stereotypes and inaccurate and fake, those are the characters I relate to the most. Because I am not you.

There is more autism than level one autism you know. I hope you know that.

I hope you know that level 2 people are on the internet and can see the shit you say about us and how characters like us are "inaccurate to autism"

I hope you know that level 3 people and/or parents/caretakers of level 3 people are seeing you talk about them or their child as if they don't exist just because you don't like the severely autistic character in the hallmark movie you just watched.

In your journey to have more autism representation, you actually DECREASE autism representation because you're saying level 2 and 3 rep isn't allowed. Moderate and Severe autism rep isn't allowed. Only mild is allowed guys!!!!! Only Quinni is allowed guys!!!! We're not allowed to have other characters chat!!!! Chloe says that only Quinni is accurate so that means we're only allowed her guys!!!!!!!!!!

We're not allowed to have characters with severe meltdowns, speech differences, echolalia/scripting, constant stimming, "childish" special interests, live with parents, can't get jobs, nonverbal, eloping, AAC, or anything relates to level 2 or 3 guys! Remember! That's the rule!

Fuck you, I have plenty of OCs with moderate and severe autism. But I'm also nice and I DON'T FUCKING EXCLUDE PEOPLE so I also have some Level 1 OCs as well.

Maintagging some things because this message needs to get spread.

[driftingoffthegrid]

my sister just informed me that she doesn’t like to watch shows on her phone

funny the variety you find even within families because watching sitcoms until 5 am was an essential part of my development that legitimately saved my life

[girlbossvicvega]

psych has a lot of really funny running gags but i think my favorites are the ones that turn into an off screen b plot for a specific character that you pick up better if you binge a bunch of episodes in a row. netflix show from before netflix existed

bonus points if it’s somehow related to the actor’s filmography. bonus bonus points if it’s another batshit character trait of burton guster or carlton lassiter. bonus bonus bonus points if it’s something james roday rodriguez made up on the spot that stuck around

[dookypickles]

oh wait i know you i saw you kill three sharks on that show in 2008

anyway so poptartsiskool is me and i made that little courtney theory 🙁🙁 i can’t stop thinking about it and i have free will soo

so duncan and courtney met at some bar i guess i know that’s not creative but whatever, they were both drunk because courtney was busting her ass at her job and was on a business trip in ottawa and needed some kind of break and duncan was just homeless and only had money for alcohol, they went back to courtney’s hotel and had that one nightstand

courtney found out about her pregnancy about 4 months later but duncan already went M.I.A at that time so she had shawn alone and found some guy at her job. he started coming over and taking care of shawn with her so they starts dating and had axel but 2 months later courtney found out he was talking to other chicks on some website because he kinda though having a baby was NOT a good idea and he regretted it i guess so yah that’s all i have

dave likes courtney too courtney isn’t a germaphobe big like ewuh she hates being around filthy stuff so not only wen he went to her house her house was actually clean it was way less loud than his house and he felt less stimulated and stuff so yay

[wwprice1]

Cassandra Cain by Jason Shawn Alexander and Dave Stewart.

[nightmaredazzling]

𝑼𝑵𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫! 𝑺𝑳𝑰𝑷𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑼𝒑 𝒂𝒕 𝑲𝒏𝒆𝒃𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 | 𝑱𝒖𝒍𝒚 19𝒕𝒉, 2011

[jaymber]

I don't know if it's because of his golden heart, or load-bearing mental illnesses, but Henry is very lucky to still be in Shawn's life cause HOLY FUCK no one deserves that level of patience from a child they trained but didn't raise 😶

[svenituse]

some quick character sketches for 🍑 au: cale, choi han, lee soohyuk, choi jungsoo, shawn, and tasha

[afewproblems]

Difficult Days Part One

Even at ten years old Shawn knew he was different. 

It didn’t take a genius to notice, and Shawn was certainly good at noticing things --observing, his dad would be quick to say, correcting him as usual. 

His dad did that a lot, correcting, insisting there was a right way to do things; there was a right way to play hide and seek, there was a right way to camp, to relax, and more often than not it was the opposite of what Shawn was doing. 

While other kids learned how to play baseball and spent their loose change at the arcade, Shawn was instead learning how to navigate through the woods without a compass, escape from the trunk of a car, and how to spot a squeaky floorboard from four paces. 

While his classmates were at the beach, searching for jellyfish in the low tide pools, Shawn would memorize the layout of restaurants and describe the last three patrons to walk through the door in the time it took him and his dad to get their drink orders. 

‘You can’t skate through life Shawn,’ his dad would tell him, breathing the words out sharply, ‘you have skills others don’t and you need to use them the right way, I don’t get why you can’t see that’.

It was exhausting. 

Why was the right way only his dad’s way? It had never been very clearly explained to Shawn, other than how great of a cop he could be -maybe even a detective. But why couldn't he use his observation skills the way he wanted to? This grownup stuff was years away!  It wasn’t like it was something he could turn off, so what was the big deal?

Like Mr. Cooper’s homework spot checks. 

None of the other kids had managed to figure out his system, the pattern to the days when their teacher would ask for their math homework.

Tommy Decker insisted it was completely random, that the man asked for it on a whim -just to torture them all. 

Mandy Holloway on the other hand, whose sister had Mr. Cooper for math the previous year, argued that it was based on the moon cycle and every second new moon the pattern would change - you just have to track it Tommy.

But somehow Shawn always, always, seemed to know without fail the day that Mr. Cooper would ask them all to pass their work to the front of each row.

It wasn’t Shawn’s fault that Mr. Cooper was incredibly obvious, so why shouldn't he take advantage of it? Besides, it was almost mind boggling how the other kids in his class couldn’t see the many, many, tells their teacher had. 

First, there were the heavy purple bags under Mr. Cooper's eyes that would tend to show up a few days before the homework check. 

Mr. Cooper would also become noticeably agitated over the smallest of incidents in the classroom, whether a student was running late or even opened their book bags a little too loudly - it didn’t matter, detention was in their future. 

That coupled with the noticeable creases in Mr. Cooper’s shirts, unironed, and lacking the normal meticulous care --probably on the outs with his wife based on the intermittent wearing of his large gold wedding band.

Finally, and honestly how no one else in his class seemed to see this one, if Mr. Cooper brought in a gas station paper coffee cup as he walked into the classroom -instead of his usual metal thermos from home, that was the nail in the coffin. The final sign that Mr. Cooper would be demanding their homework the very next day. 

It was so, so obvious, at least to Shawn.

But then, so too was Shawns ability to avoid the seemingly random spot checks.

“How do you always know?” Tommy whispers to Shawn near the end of the school year, his voice quiet to avoid Mr. Cooper’s notice as the man wanders up and down the rows of desks.

“Know what?” Shawn says, his voice equally soft as he turns towards Tommy, whose face twists into a sneer at the question.

Tommy scoffs with narrowed blue eyes, “Duh, Cooper’s homework checks, you’ve never not handed it in - what are you some kind of nerd?” 

Shawn blinks, the way Tommy spits out the word, nerd, can’t bode well for him. He remembers just the previous year, how Tommy and a few of the other boys in their grade had given Gus a hard time, even going so far to give his best friend a swirly. Shawn shivers at the memory and shakes his head rapidly, he opens his mouth to argue when suddenly a shadow appears over his desk. 

He manages to quickly turn back to his paper, away from Tommy’s glare, and writes down an answer to question seven from their textbook. It’s not the right answer, he knows that already, but it’s enough to throw Mr. Cooper off his scent.

Their teacher shifts away from Shawn, seemingly satisfied, and looks at Tommy who isn’t quite fast enough.

“Eyes on your own paper Thomas, I don’t want to have to tell you again,” Mr. Cooper says sternly, but his voice is tired at the edges. Whatever fight the Coopers had must have been a real doozy this time. Shawn tries not to think about his own parents' fights and the silence that would drift through the house for days afterwards. Did Mrs. Cooper shut down the way Shawn's mom so often did? Maybe Mr. Cooper yelled, like Shawn's dad. It seemed likely given the number of detentions the man had assigned their class this year. 

Mr.Cooper waits for another beat between their desks until Tommy finally shifts in his chair and lowers his face to his desk, the tips of his ears quickly flushing pink beneath curly blond hair. 

“Yes Mr. Cooper,” Tommy mumbles into his desk. 

Their teacher nods and leaves, making his way over to a pair of girls on the far side of the room hiding a magazine under the desk - or trying to. 

“You did that on purpose,” Tommy hisses, shooting a withering glare at Shawn, “you knew he was there-”

“What am I psychic?” Shawn huffs with a roll of his eyes, “how was I supposed to know he was there, huh?”

Tommy turns away again, glaring at the paper on his desk. Shawn watches as Tommy catches the eye of Marcus Boon across the classroom.

Shawn stifles a low groan as the other boy's eyes flick between him and Tommy; Marcus levels him with a sneer to rival Tommy’s own and lifts a finger to his throat before dragging it across in one smooth motion. 

Well, shit. 

So much for making it through at least one school year without getting into a fight. 

***

“You should’a just told him,” Gus breathes out, his chest heaving as he and Shawn scramble over the fence of the Spencer front yard. Both boys make a beeline for the porch, Gus keeps watch while Shawn stops first at the small garden to grab the spare hide-a-key out from the fake rock beside his mom’s hydrangeas.

Shawn is lucky that Gus had been with him on the way home from school, not that it had stopped Tommy Decker and Marcus Boon from making good on their threat from math class, chasing Shawn down the road to the boardwalk.

Shawn winces as his fingers grip the key, his hands hurt from where he had managed to stop himself from falling face first into the gravel after being shoved by Marcus. 

Thankfully Gus had managed to distract the pair of boys long enough for them to make a run for it. 

“Tommy’s an asshole, they both are, why should I tell them anything,” Shawn mutters, wincing as his split lip opens again, the smell of copper invades his nose, making him nauseous. 

He gets the key in the door and opens it, bringing in the fake rock with him. He’ll have to explain to his dad that he ‘lost’ his house key again, knowing that Tommy and Marcus had taken it from him and thrown it into the trees off the side of the road. One more thing for his dad to lecture him over.

Shawn can feel Gus staring as he brings the hide-a-key with him into the kitchen, but says nothing as the pair make their way through the quiet house. 

He places the rock on the counter with the spare key beside it. Gus opens the pantry door and takes a pair of Wagon Wheels out of the already open box, the cellophane crinkles as Gus tosses one to Shawn. 

“All I'm saying is you might get beat up less,” Gus says before taking a large bite of the chocolate snack cake, he wipes the mess of crumbs from his cheeks onto the floor and shoots Shawn a grin at the mess.

“And I'm saying, they don't need much of an excuse,” Shawn counters, matching Gus’ grin as he watches the collection of crumbs grow on the kitchen tile floor.

Shawn chews on his lip, playing with the thin cellophane around his snack cake, “It’s…it's weird, right?”

Gus blinks, his lips quirk into a half frown as he takes another pensive bite of his cake before finally shrugging. 

“Well, who cares? I think we're cool so if that's weird, then we're weird together”.

Shawn lets a groan out and shakes his hands so hard his own snack cake goes flying onto the counter with a soft thunk.

“No!” He breathes out sharply, “I mean, it's weird being able to know things about people without trying, I don’t want to know them, I don't want to be in this situation, it’s weird and it sucks and dad thinks its so great but--”

Shawn stops speaking as the last of Gus’ chocolate cake is suddenly smushed into the side of his face. Crumbs and icing litter the tile around them, some has smeared from Gus's shoes in his haste to dart out of the line of fire. The previously spotless kitchen is now completely filthy in just a matter of seconds.

Shawn slowly looks at Gus, who has the widest grin on his face, and breathes out a startled laugh.

“Dad is going to kill you,” he says, wiping cake and icing from his cheek. 

“He's not my dad,” Gus snorts as he tries to dodge Shawn's swipe of cake hands.

He might as well be, Shawn thinks to himself as he reaches for more cake crumbs from the floor and manages to smear them onto Gus’ face. 

At least one upside to Shawn’s memory is he’ll be able to hold onto this, their laughter in the afternoon sun, the smell of chocolate, for a really really long time.

Wrestling in the kitchen with his best friend, previous hurts forgotten for now and with chocolate smeared all over their clothes, their faces, and the floor, Shawn had never felt less like an only child. 

Tag List: @adaed5 @drakkywolf

Part Two

[averagesawfan]

I find it so funny whenever people exaggerate Shawn's height. bro is 5'9 what are we talking about

[nocofamilyau]

they're both sorta outcasts at preschool, so naturally they sat around alone together, for different reasons. they're definitely the closest to each other as friends, but its probably more just Dave tolerating Shawn's blabbering about zombies and wacky hijinx (god help me). Shawn is a lot more hyper and imaginative, so it compliments Dave's constant moping well

I guess the one thing they do have in common is that they both are willing to keep each other safe... or at least, their own separate ideas on how too keep 'safe'

[pratchettquotes]

Shawn took a deep breath and leaned over the battlements.

"Halt! Who Goes There?" he said.

A ringing voice came up from below.

"It's me, Shawn. Your mum."

"Oh, hello, Mum. Hello, Mistress Weatherwax."

"Let us in, there's a good boy."

"Friend or Foe?"

"What?"

"It's what I've got to say, Mum. It's official. And then you've got to say Friend."

"I'm your mum."

"You've got to do it properly, Mum," said Shawn, in the wretched tones of one who knows he's going to lose no matter what happens next, "otherwise what's the point?"

"It's going to be Foe in a minute, my lad."

"Oooaaaww, Mum!"

"Oh, all right. Friend, then."

"Yes, but you could just be saying that--"

"Let us in right now, Shawn Ogg."

Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies