#as a psych major myself

[whimsical-roasting]

okay just imagine being friends with colin and jamie being like slightly jealous

okay so i’m thinking about doing like a psych major!reader who shadows Dr Sharon at the football club for experience and ends up having a thing with Jamie... like Jamie asks for her to tutor him on psych knowledge and being a better person and ofc they lowkey fall for each other but don’t know it... 

ANYWAYS AROUND THAT PLOT LINE... the reader and Colin end up as bffs (lowkey spoilers for Colin’s info in s3?).. also my bestie is @sokkigarden and i love and appreciate her support

okay, so reader is shadowing Dr Sharon and Colin is so nice that he consents to her sitting in on the session since Dani was a bit too traumatised to have any silent observers 

she doesn’t speak and tries not to make too much eye contact but when they do lock eyes, she gives him a soft smile, and he returns it

after the session, now only 3 people know Colin’s gay... him, her, and Dr Sharon. when she catches his eye at the end of the session, she does a little lock and key motion to her lips as if to say ‘my lips are sealed, promise’ with a soft smile, and he smiles and nods

the reader is usually extroverted and chatty but remains professional - not really interacting with the boys unless necessary (obvi Ted won’t have any of it, but that’s a diff point) so Colin isn’t too fussed about her...plus, she seems genuinely nice

in the next couple of weeks, the reader bumps into Colin in the hallway and goes, “oh!! Colin, I was out on the weekend and saw this and thought of you, so um, here :))” and nervously passes him a small pocketbook of affirmations since Dr Sharon instructed him to reaffirm “I am a strong and capable man”

he grins and thanks her, and then BOOM, they’re now good friends. he offers to drop her home when her Uber cancels, and they blast Taylor Swift and rap to Drake 

now fast forward a while when Jamie asks the reader to tutor him in psych/therapy, and it is a funny exchange:

Jamie: you’re uh, good at this psych shit huh?

Reader: uhh, you mean the 4+ years I’ve dedicated to this degree? Yea, I kinda hope I’m good at this psych shit

Jamie: can you help me do better at therapy?

Reader: um,, therapy is more of a personal thing.. you kinda do better yourself

Jamie: oh, then what do you do :/

Reader: -_-

Jamie:  no no, I didn't mean it like that, fuck sorry

Reader: I can tell you about tools and theories that can HELP YOU help yourself 

Jamie: yea yea.. that. let's do that, I want that

Reader: this isn't a drive thru, Tartt, you can't just ask like it's a dollar menu

anyways,, she agrees bc experience yea totally it’s the resume experience and not cause he has a cute thinking face and emotional intelligence is hot or anything like that

so they’re like a month in with this whole ‘tutoring’ thing and she’s at his place and he notices a childish bracelet on her wrist.. he seems to notice a lot about her but he tells himself it’s cause he’s getting more self-awareness (lmao dumbass, SELF-awareness has nothing to do with HER hair, eyes, and new accessories but sure)

okay the next day in the locker room, he sees Colin w the same bracelet??? so he asks and Colin’s all like, “it’s a friendship bracelet, boyo!” and Jamie just kinda nods not replying before they head out onto the pitch

next time he and the reader are tutoring he asks why she and Colin are wearing the same bracelet thingy...she tells him it’s a friendship thingy and she made it for the both of them.... Jamie just kinda stares and goes ‘where’s mine.’ 

she blinks at him and tilts her head, “are we friends?” and his mouth falls open “we’re fuckin not???” he questions, slightly offended. and she’s all like “no no, ofc we are... but maybe just not friendship bracelet level friends” 

Jamie fights back a pout, but there’s a crease in the middle of his brows and she wants to lean forward to flatten it with her thumb but fights the urge

there’s silence for a moment...

“when you upgradin meh?”

[notmoreflippingelves]

[benetnvsch]

what if I change my major again,,,,,

[ddarker-dreams]

hello folks i am currently writing the most lockcore yan chrollo fanfic ever. i'm so excited to share it with you... i'm about 2k words in and the introduction scene is barely finished . whew. we're in for the long haul boys. 🙏

[arospecsyourblockdudes]

cant go too far from tumblr its the only website that isnt horrible to people with npd

[starfish-spencer]

Hiii I’m here to ask about one, five, and twenty three of the psych ask game also I <3 psych and ur blog :)

Yay! Thank you so much for the ask, I love your blog, too! 💖🍍

What is your favorite Gus nickname?

How could I ever pick one? Gus T.T. Showbiz! The extra "T" is for extra talent! Honorable mentions go to "Nick Nack," "Mission Figs," and "Button."

5. Was Pierre Despereaux really an INTERPOL agent or was it all a con?

I love how the show never confirmed anything and left the viewers to decide for themselves! I like to think that Despereaux truly is one of the greatest criminals of all time, and that he conned INTERPOL for years into letting him steal more art. He probably wanted a challenge. I think his name really is Royston, though, because that's funny.

23. What other fictional universe would you like to see Psych crossover with?

I'm a huge Tolkien fan, and I'm honestly a little disappointed that Psych never did a Lord of the Rings parody episode or crossover, cause it would work so well! Shawn and Gus really do have that Sam and Frodo queerplatonic relationship tbh. Gus could be the Tolkien nerd I know he is, Lassie could be the horse girl he was always meant to be, and they would all look SO GOOD with cute pointy ears. And the guest stars? Infinite options. Viggo Mortensen, Sean Astin, Andy Serkis, Elijah Wood, Billy Boyd, IAN MCKELLEN!! And THE OUTFITS!! The fantasy weapons!! JULES WITH A SWORD!!! I need this more than I need air

[syls-chaos]

Me; deciding to major in psychology: Oh hey this is a cool new thing!

Everyone else: Good job figuring out what we already knew

[skiddo-xy]

I've actually found that language learning is quite enjoyable for me when you look at it as a bunch of different skills you can use. I think the thing that first triggered this feeling as an example was when my English teacher from exchange (they put me in English so I could help out the class/teachers lol) who was an L2 speakers said "that makes two of us" when talking to me and even though you I would usually hear "same" or "me too" it was just a nice way of showing how hard you worked in the language. So yeah, going to focus more on grammar points and sentence structures for Italian

[galamalion]

grappling with the fact that one piece has 10 sagas (more to come in the future) and ~30 arcs, meaning that writing individual routes for the current 12 characters i have selected will total to about 120 sagas i will have to rewrite and 360 chapters, assuming i can fit 1 arc per chapter (which absolutely will not happen).

now, assuming each arc will be about 10k works and each chapter i write is 3k-4k words, there will be about 1080 total chapters and 90 chapters per character.

and some sagas, like marineford and whole cake island, will definitely be longer than 10k words, 20k words at minimum, meaning that each route will be at least 100 chapters and 300,000 words, making the total word count of all routes 3.6 million words.

i am going to out-write game of thrones.

[barelyoksometimes]

Not to get personal on he he ha ha website bur I've legit lost track of what I'm doing with my life and that's stressful. I think I want to major in English but dang there are so little career opportunities for English majors. That's what I've always been passionate about but what am i supposed to do with hat degree. I've taken aptitude tests but they mostly tell me I'm well suited for careers in psychology and English, the two things I'm trying to decide between. English teacher has come up a lot and I did want to teach high school at one point. The unfortunate thing is most people who know me don't think I'd make a good teacher. Im hypersensitive, a bit of a push over, socially awkward, anxious, and autistic. I don't want the label of autism to limit what I do but it's an unchangable part of who I am. Being an adult is so hard squad.

[todayisafridaynight]

Since you mentioned it, what did you think of Speak No Evil? I was thinking of watching it myself :0

i really liked it ............ my friend scoffed at me when i told her i was watchin it so take my opinion with a grain of salt tho </3

[mainfaggot]

so anxious while wide awake -> it feels like i will explode into smithereens vs. so anxious while fatigued -> it feels like i will dissolve into a pile of vibrating dust particles. if u know what i mean

[monochrome-sunsets]

my mother: "i'm so sorry that you're traumatized by that experience. is there something i could do to make you feel better?"

me: "oh, no no no no! i'm not traumatized! i'm just having anxious thoughts relating to an experience from numerous years ago! not trauma!!"

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me: "wait hang on."

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me: "oh."

[roboraindrop]

Sometimes I will just sit here and think realistically about what would happen if I met my favorite celebrities and ngl I don't see a future where I meet BD and don't end up crying my gay little eyes out. Not because I love him so much or whatever but because I'm SHY and I feel silly walking up to a 74 year old man and saying "Hi, I like your work so much, I've seen almost everything you've ever been in because I have autism and your work is one of my current points of intense interest. Please have this gift of the needle felted head of one of my favorite of your characters."

[actualaster]

xanax is So Good

I am So Chill right now

[azikarue]

MayBlade 2023 : Day 15 : Battle

TyHil, (RaySal & MaxMar implied) | FFN Rating: K+ | FFN Link ❖ “Draciel!”

At Max’s shout, Draciel rose from his beyblade to block the oncoming attack from Ray and Salima’s blades. It was a magnificent sight, swimming in the hazy summer air, but standing firm against the tandem attack. When its opponents ricocheted back, Sharkrash came out from behind Draciel, moving so fast that it was skimming along the top of the sand, to deliver another blow while they were vulnerable.

“Driger!”

Ray’s bitbeast appeared with a mighty roar as he and Salima regrouped. Sharkrash retreated back to Draciel’s side. Both couples made eye contact, temporarily ignoring their opponents to wordlessly decide on their next moves.

Beside Hilary, Tyson was practically vibrating with pent-up excitement.

“C’mon guys!” he shouted, making Hilary jump and all four bladers’ heads turn his way. “I’m playing winner, so hurry up and finish it already!”

“Tyson,” Hilary scolded, tugging on the fist he was pumping above his head until he obliged and dropped it, “let them concentrate!”

Max, Ray, and Salima laughed, but Mariam had other ideas. Taking advantage of the momentary distraction, she called upon Sharkrash. It appeared in a burst of light, heading straight for Driger.

“Noctalon!”

Salima’s beyblade collided with Mariam’s just in time to protect Driger. Sharkrash skidded off course, sending up a spray of sand and Mariam cursed. With a flick of her wrist, a bitbeast strongly resembling a great horned owl soared out of Salima’s beyblade and into the sky. It was midday, but the golden light shining off its feathers made everything in the vicinity glow like the sun was setting.

Hilary must have been the only one entranced by its beauty, because the battle kicked up a notch with its appearance.

All four bladers coordinated attacks and defenses, unwilling to give each other an inch. Hilary found herself squinting to keep the sand from flying into her eyes as every impact sent bursts of energy reverberating outwards. She was going to have to rinse off in the ocean after and she’d still probably find sand in her swimsuit when she got back.

It was worth it to watch her friends battle so fiercely.

“Who do you think will win?” she asked Tyson, almost shouting to be heard over the sounds of the battle.

Ray and Salima were both balanced beybladers on their own. Between the two of them, they had a wide range of experience, allowing them to bounce between a variety of strategies. But Max and Mariam, having a strong defense and attack respectively, were naturally balanced and their style of battle reflected that. As far as Hilary could tell, it was anyone’s game.

For a second, she thought Tyson hadn’t heard her. His brown eyes, tinged honey in the sunlight, were locked on the fight. Hilary followed his gaze.

They watched together as another one of Ray and Salima’s attacks fell on Draciel’s defenses, like water on stone. Sharkrash followed with an attack from the direction of the ocean, sideswiping Driger and Noctalon, throwing them off-kilter for a few seconds. Those few seconds were all Max needed to launch a rare attack from Draciel, covering the battlefield in a rush of water.

The water surged up the beach, seizing Hilary’s ankles, making her momentarily loose focus on the beybattle. Tyson’s grip on her arm kept her from stumbling. When she looked again, all four beyblades were still spinning in the damp sand.

“If Ray and Salima are smart, they’ll use that to their advantage,” Tyson said, his full focus on her for the first time since the battle had started.

Hilary knew, in the back of her mind, that he meant the freshly packed-down sand. In the forefront of her mind, she was still getting used to the fact that dating Tyson meant she was one of the few people he would take his eyes off of a battle for. She flushed and he smiled at her.

“Does that mean you think they’ll win?” Hilary asked as another gust of wind from the battle blew sand and mist their way.

Tyson combed her hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear once the wind subsided. Both of them glanced quickly at the battle; once again, all four beyblades were still kicking.

“I think, whoever wins, I’ll have one hell of a fight on my hands,” Tyson answered. He grinned, a familiar fire lighting in his eyes and making Hilary feel warm inside.

“Well, yeah, if you plan on taking two of them on at once,” she teased. “It’s not exactly a fair fight.”

Tyson shrugged. There was a familiar bravado in the set of his shoulders when he said, “They deserve a handicap against the World Champion.”

Hilary scoffed.

He winked at her.

“You need taken down a peg or two,” she said, rolling her eyes.

An obliging wind kicked up, blowing Tyson’s hat off of his head. He scrambled down the beach after it as Hilary laughed and the battle continued. Luckily, he caught it quickly. When he returned to her side, he’d laced his hat into the tie of his swim trunks to keep it secure.

“Gee, thanks for your help, Hilary.”

“That’s what you get,” she said smugly, a stubborn smile still on her face. “Instant karma.”

She tried to go back to watching the battle. It looked like it was winding down; none of her friends’ beyblades were spinning as strongly as they had been a few attacks ago. But she could feel Tyson’s eyes on her, sending a prickle of awareness up her spine. She turned toward him curiously.

“What?”

“If I taught you to beyblade, would you battle with me?”

That question caught Hilary off guard. For a second, all she registered was the distant sound of metal-on-metal and Tyson’s earnest eyes, studying her.

“I… I don’t know, Tyson.”

She’d thought about it several times over the years.

When they’d first met and Tyson was insufferable, she’d thought about taking up beyblading just to see the look on his face when Hilary, the “Wicked Witch of the Eighth Grade”, beat him in a match. That was a short-lived fantasy. Back then, she thought beyblading was a little dumb. By the time she felt otherwise, she was friendlier with Tyson and his group and no longer had the need for that pipe dream.

It had become a niggling thought again during the next World Championships and all the drama that followed. She halfway wondered what would have happened if she’d taken it up when she originally though about it – would Tyson have accepted her as a partner in Kai’s stead? Or could she have filled the extra position on the team in the fight against BEGA?

“It didn’t exactly go too well that one time,” she said with a blush.

“Duh,” Tyson teased. There wasn’t any judgment in his expression, but there was a little bit of amusement as the same memory came to both of their minds. “Rule number one: don’t launch in a moving vehicle.”

Hilary’s blush deepened. She hid her face in her hands. “Let’s not talk about that.” It came out muffled, but she knew he heard her, even as the battle intensified again.

Tyson chuckled and pried her hands away. Just when Hilary thought he might say something nice, he responded with, “Max’s dad almost drove us off the road.”

“Shut up, Tyson!” She shoved him back and crossed her arms, determinedly facing the battle instead of him. “You know, this isn’t the way to talk me into being your tag team partner.” That day had been humiliating enough living through it the first time.

Clearly, Tyson had some semblance of self-preservation instincts, because he came closer and nudged his shoulder against hers.

“Hey, I didn’t mean anything by it, Hil,” he said gently. She could feel him seeking her eyes and stared stubbornly straight ahead. “You made our training regimen. I think you’d probably blade better than all of them combined if you took the time to learn.” He nodded to where Max, Mariam, Ray, and Salima were finishing their battle.

Hilary didn’t agree, but chose not to argue. Instead, she looked up at Tyson.

“What about you?” she asked suspiciously.

“Well,” he said with an arrogant grin put on, she suspected, solely for her benefit, “obviously I’d still be the World Champ, but I’d blade with you as my right-hand over Daichi any day. You’d be a close second-best of all time.”

“Gee, Tyson, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” She rolled her eyes and turned back to the battle once again.

Ray and Salima were mounting a final attack. Static from Driger and wind from Noctalon made the sand around their beyblades suspend in midair as they circled one another, headed straight for their opponents. Hilary could feel Tyson watching just as raptly as she was, as they collided with Draciel’s weakened defenses with a loud, electric crackle.

Draciel cried out and began to crumble under the assault.

“Sharkrash!”

In a flash of light, Mariam’s beyblade sliced through Draciel’s force field from the opposite direction and landed a fast, solid hit to Driger and Noctalon.

Hilary’s eyes widened with realization; Mariam had yet to attack with full power. Now that she and Max had worn Ray and Salima down enough, she laid the attack on thick. It wasn’t an unfamiliar tactic for Max, but seeing it used in a double battle was new enough to make Ray and Salima let down their guard.

Salima gasped as their beyblades were thrown back and landed, completely still, by her and Ray’s feet. The pair of them fell to their knees in the sand, panting and smiling, even in defeat.

“That was a good battle,” Ray said as Salima nodded her agreement beside him, slower to catch her breath.

When the dust settled, Draciel gave one last listless spin, before collapsing. Max fell to the ground, too, and said, “It sure was. I’m beat.”

“I think I have another battle in me,” Mariam said, sending Sharkrash on a quick victory lap around the battlefield and recalling it to her hand. She ignored Max’s answering laughter and whipped around to where Tyson stood at Hilary’s side. “What do you say, Tyson? Still up for playing the winner?”

Tyson ripped his hat off his trunks and slapped it on his head.

“You bet!”

As Max, Ray, and Salima got sluggishly to their feet to make room for the next battle, Tyson made eye contact with Hilary. Quickly, while the others were distracted, he pulled her close and pressed a soft kiss right in front of her ear.

“Next time,” he whispered, so only she could hear, “maybe we’ll both play the winner.”