#carlton lassiter x shawn spencer

[under-loch-n-key]

Here have some more of my brain rot. Lassie is my beloved and I wanted a reason to draw him and his stern bush.

The boys are hiding from a criminal and Lassie saves them.

I may draw more art of them in the future!! Enjoy!! 💛💛💛

(I got some new brushes and canvas style and I am loving it. I may permanently use them. I'll have to see.)

[pineapplepluto]

Gentle touches

[silliestofg33sevik]

Middle-aged man yaoi

MIDDLE-AGED MAN YAOI

Art of said middle aged man yaoi is linked: here

[thefancyspin]

“I meant between you and me. Why have things gotten weird?”

“I don’t know, man. Maybe because I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you? Is that weird?”

[shawnaise]

Carlton, Take A Break

ok so overworked!lassie meets a concerned!shawn

pairing!! shassie <3

hijinks ensue//fluff

————9:50PM SBPD————

“if you spend another hour here, vick told me you’ll have to start paying rent.”

lassiter had been slumped over his desk for the past… well. shawn couldn’t exactly recall; all he knows is that this morning lassie was asleep on one of the waiting couches by the door when he came in, and god, that could NOT be comfortable.

“go home, spencer. don’t you have a crystal ball to ponder or something?”

the mildly pissed off response didn’t even compare to what carlton usually packed in terms of snappy remarks.. something was bothering him. shawn recollects himself to examine the man;

eyebags, crumpled files in the garbage can, a shaking hand wrapped around a nearly empty fountain pen, and a small downturn of lassiter’s lips.

a case had gone wrong. it had been lassiter’s fault, or so the man thought. but now he was staying up late hours and writing extra reports to compensate for this; and potentially to punish himself.

when shawn sat on the corner of the desk, lassiter couldn’t even muster the energy to scoff.. the psychic, a little downtrodden by this, snatched the pen from the other’s iron grip. shushing the protests before they started.

“shh, lassie, come on dude, when was the last time you went home?”

a fury was slowly being stoked behind tired eyes, “none of your business, spencer. if you had a real job, maybe you’d understand how people usually have to… well.. I don’t know….WORK!”

this sort of weird deflection was not dissuading shawn, if anything it was motivating him. lassie was clearly beating himself up to a degree not yet seen by spencer. one that proved dangerous to the detective’s health.

“ok buddy, I get it, you’re working hard; I can respect the hustle. but you’ve gotta see that at this point you’re not helping your prospects, only hurting them. and yourself.” shawn gathers the last few reports, almost as evidence and spreads them out in front of the man.. the handwriting is sloppy and the sentences either run on for ages or make no sense at all.

with a huff, carlton lays back in his chair for the first time in what must be hours and begins to examine them for himself.. the expression on his face slowly morphs from stoic, to surprised, to defeated as he lets the files slip from his finger tips into the bin beneath his desk.

shawn stands at the helm of the desk and holds out his hand to the other, gesturing mildly,

to his surprise, the older man threads his callused fingers between his own.. and the palm that kisses his is warm and tender from countless hours of writing.. something shifts in shawn’s chest and he finds that it’s not entirely unpleasant..

after the shock wears off.. shawn can’t stop himself from laughing gently at the soft nature of the gesture from lassie of all people..

“i wanted your keys, carlton.”

the detective seems a little shocked at his own actions, if not a bit pink at the realization of what exactly he just did. perhaps he would’ve put up more of a fight about shawn driving his car if he didn’t want to immediately change the subject.

removing his hand from it’s subconsciously executed hold, he digs his keys out from his internal suit pocket and lays them in the palm of the psychic’s hand.

“you need my address..?” carlton seriously doubts that shawn does but it feels almost courteous to ask..

“no, I’ve read your personal file.”

of course he had.

——————————

[demiboydemon]

[psyxhic-angels]

shawn spencer is actually the most shippable character on the show i’m not even kidding

[fawnovermind]

I can now officially say that my favorite psych episode is the one where Shawn gets kidnapped. And my favorite scene is specifically at the end when Shawn is on the hood of Lassie's car, and tells his dad to give him the gun. He proceeds to actually shoot the bad guys car pretty good. Then Lassie pulls up in front of the bad guys car, Shawn switches the gun in his hands, and Lassie snatches it up and pulls Shawn off the hood by his waistband flawlessly.

And good lord, at the end when Shawn is panting on the hood and Lassie says "Nice shooting, detective." AT SHAWN HDKSHDKJSS

I should totally write a fic about after this scene 🤭

Edit: I wrote it and never added a link-- so here it is <33 (but now I'm thinking of rewriting it and making it longer shkahd)

[huangsecret]

[aspiring-creative-person]

I just got a great idea

There’s GOTTA be a fanfiction out there where Lassy, either drunk or angry or something, says something like “I know you’re not psychic because you don’t know about my crush on you!”

And Shawn is like “what”

And Lassy is like “what”

[aut189]

Your prompt:

Shawn: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor.

Lassiter: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

[under-loch-n-key]

Another Cowboy Psych mini comic! I love drawing these three so much. I may draw a fantasy AU. I’m in a burnout phase of my art so it may take me a bit to draw some stuff.

Anyways, enjoy the comic!! 💛💛

Here’s the dialogue in case people cannot read my shit print (I’m used to writing in cursive, sorry- Lol.)

Lassie: What are you doing, Spencer?.. *he is looking down from his horse.*

Shawn: *laying on ground on a flat rock. Basking in the sun* Soakin’ up some rays, Lassie. You should try it. All the koalas do it and look at the coats on those little guys.

Gus: *also on his horse* that’s amphibians and reptiles, Shawn.. and you’re not a lizard.

Shawn: I’ve heard it both ways.

Gus: No, no you haven’t.

Shawn: Gus, don’t be the sand in shorts on a hot summer day. It’s not sexy.

Gus: *huffs & sighs* You’re lying on sand right now, Shawn…

Shawn: There’s no need for technicalities, Gus, but if we must do them, I’m technically on a rock, not sand. So, better luck next time, buddy.

Gus: *scoffs* Yeah, a rock made of SANDstone and we are in a desert, Shawn, so-

Lassie: *rolls his eyes* If you two are done, some of us have actual police work to do..

Shawn: is that what that is? I thought this was you taking on an opportunity to show off that sweet & sexy, salt & pepper bush.

Lassie: *scoffs and looks away flustered*

Gus: Gross, Shawn..

I hope everyone liked this. I don’t really draw horses or stuff like that so I’m sorry to all of the horse riders out there. Have mercy on me. 😭😭

Again, I was thinking of making a fantasy Psych AU, maybe even some more House MD/Ethical Omens MD art? I’ll have to seen. My burnout phase sucks rn. I’m very exhausted. TvT

(My image quality is trash btw. Tumblr never lets me put the full quality images on here. 😭)

Again, I hope you lot enjoy the comic!!! 💛💛💛

Cowboy Psych is my beloved. Happy Pride!! ⚧️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

(OMG I FORGOT LASSIE’S GLOVES AND STRAP BELT IN ONE OF THE PANELS, AAAAA. Curse sleepy me for doing art at 4AM. Shhhhh, he just took them off because it got hot- ignore that- you saw nothing. 😭😭😭)

[strangenewwords]

Shassie still a thing?

[thefancyspin]

Shawn laughs humourlessly, throwing his head back to let out a little bark. “Yeah, right. I don’t have to ask. I know everything about you. I know how you take your coffee, and what you eat for breakfast and all about your secret blog where you mostly get horny over Guns and Ammo magazine.”

“Oh right, because you’re psychic.”

“No, because I pay attention. Because I like you a lot, Lassie. I like that you’re passionate about what you do, and I like that you’re not afraid of who you are. I like that you don’t back down from a fight or go against your ideals and you’re not ashamed to be different. You’re … you mean something to me.”

[marlenacantswim]

"I've Heard It Both Ways" from Psych the Musical 🤝 "I Don't Dance" from HSM2

boppin' as fuck duets from late 2000's* tv musicals sung by two very shippable male rivals that emanate bisexuality through both lyrical content and choreography

*i KNOW the psych musical released in 2013 but it's an episode of a show that started in 2006 so Let Me Have This

[demiboydemon]