#Shawn Spencer

[serailovesbagelsetc]

They had their shared galaxy brain*insert god’s comma s* advantage

There's "committing to the bit" and then there's whatever the fuck Shawn Spencer and Burton Guster were doing on television every week from 2006-2014

[demiboydemon]

[natalyakayak]

[ddesole]

PSYCH 3.06 "There Might Be Blood"

[autistic-crypt1d]

[psychcollegeau]

Jules, crying: *sobs*

Gus: Hey Jules, you okay?

Shawn: You've been crying for 40 minutes and your eyeliner is flawless. Where'd you get it?

Jules, still crying: It's sharpie.

[triplem-mmandm]

I'm trying to figure out the good point between my art style and photo realistic... 2nd image is traced for study from S1 Ep11

And boys are much harder than lassie. But I keep going to draw anyway. 4th image is traced for study from S2 Ep4.

[possibly-evil]

Just remembered Psych exists. I love that show SO MUCH it's not even funny. Ive watched it at least 4 times. Ohhhhhh my god.

For those who don't know, you SHOULD because it's so stupid I love it. A guy pretends to be a psychic and helps the police solve murders and stuff, along with his best friend who is just there to help. It is SO GOOD. Also if you do start watching it keep an eye out because they hide a pineapple in every single episode for some reason. They just silly like that.

[foundinthevoid]

I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth! 🍍

[demiboydemon]

[dragon-fire-fire]

Shawn Spencer should’ve been gay but the world wasn’t ready for that yet

[grapesrambles]

I NEED to see shawn in more eyeliner. Idk what episode it was but I swear he wore it once, and looked cunty af in it/pos

[stimboardzzz]

Shawn Stimboard 🍍

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

This stimboard was harder than lassies for some reason

[sseanettles]

okay have some dialogue outlining, the first work in the fic verse will be set after Despereaux’s second episode, once he’s offically out on bail.

It started with the phone call.

“Hello, Shawn.”

“Despereaux?! Hey man, with your reputation, I didn’t think they’d let you make personal calls in prison.”

“While phone privileges are in fact a thing, as I believe you’d say, Shawn, I am not calling you from prison.”

“You sly dog, did you break out again? Y’know, Lassie’s gonna have a cow when he hears—”

“Oh hardly. You see, I’m out on bail, Mr. Spencer. American prisons leave so much to be desired compared to their Canadian counterparts, so I decided I was quite through wasting another second of my life within its walls.”

“Well, naturally. So, what brings your sultry voice to my supple ears?”

“I was wondering if you would like to get dinner tonight, Shawn. On me, of course.”

“Now, I thought the government seized all your assets when they arrested you.”

“They did.”

“…..You’re on.”

“Splendid. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

He takes Shawn to a really good Italian place whose quality does not match its appearance. Frankly, it might be a mob front. It’s an internal maze, bizarre to try to navigate and feels like it is definitely not up to code and somehow bigger on the inside. The owner, super jovial, incredibly loud in the manner of the half deaf, and highly spirited, knows Pierre by name and insists that everything is on the house.

“And how do you know that guy?”

“Oh, quite simple, really. Met a man who knew a man (indicates their host) who needed a little job done on the inside, so I took the commission.

“You shanked a guy?!”

“Shawn.”

“Stole a priceless heirloom.”

“Does this appear to be my demographic of client?”

“Prison smuggling ring!” Pierre gives him a look. “You adopted a little orphan boy from the circus and trained him to be your partner-in-tights—”

“I smuggled family photos to a man in solitary confinement. He’d not seen them in five years.”

“…Oh. Wow. That’s, uh….”

“Lovely husband, as you’ve seen, and two very beautiful children, six and eight each. Cherubic, the sort of little creatures you’d see in TV advertisments, you know?”

“You a kid guy?”

“No…no, not with my, ah, lifestyle.”

“No, I can imagine the papoose would ruin the whole Man From U.N.C.L.E. vibe.”

“Indeed.”

“That’s really nice of you.”

“I can be a nice man.”

“No, you can’t.”

“I said nice. Not kind.”

“Touché.”

“And besides, if being nice always secured me rewards the likes of a lifetime access to deliciously authentic Sicilian food, why…I’d be nice all the live-long day. But as you well know, it does not and so I am not.”

“Nice.”

“Precisely.”

so yeah anyway, I’m gonna be writing that behemoth of a leverage-psych crossover AU verse consisting of multiple fics of varying lengths, and I will be embracing the poly shawn, “see you around/in the next town” shespereaux in addition to shules bc shawn has two hands and also pierre would have THRIVED in a leverage/person of interest type universe thank you very much. It is his original genre before he fell through the cracks into this frickin’ looney tunes nonsense XD

[goofalicousgooberface]

very big fan of when shows put wigs on actors and say ‘yeah. That’s him when he was younger fuck you’. No anti aging ai, no teen actor hired. Just. The same guy with a fuckass wig