Shawn: Currently thinking about the time my family told me nothing is free in this world so I responded "refills" and they called me an idiot
Shawn: All I'm saying is 9 year old me was on to something and if you guys think he was wrong you can tell him to her face and also fist fight me about it
Lassiter: I mean
Lassiter: You have to buy the first drink, technically
Shawn: You sound just like my dad
Lassiter: So it’s infinite drinks for the price of one
Lassiter: It’s not really free per se
Lassiter: It’s all advertising
Shawn: Free is free, the refill is free
Lassiter: But it requires a cup that has been previously purchased
Lassiter: From the establishment
Shawn: Love is free, happiness is free, fulfilments and friendships are free, and most importantly REFILLS ARE FREE
Lassiter: You can’t exactly walk into a McDonalds with a bucket and ask for a free refill
Shawn: But the refill itself is free
Lassiter: With a prerequisite of a cup that you have bought from the place
Shawn: SORRY MY 9 YEAR OLD SELF COULDNT THINK OF A BETTER REBUTTLE BUT HE WAS STILL RIGHT ON PRINCIPLE
Shawn: DONT YOU DARE SIDE WITH MY MEAN ASS DAD, LASSIE
Lassiter: 9 YEAR OLD YOU WAS OVERLY OPTIMISTIC AND WRONG
Shawn: LOVE IS FREE, JOY IS FREE, FULLFILLMENT IS FREE, FRIENDSHIP IS FREE, RUNNING AROUND AND SCREAMING IS FREE, DOING A CARTWHEEL IS FREE, REFILLS ARE FREE
Lassiter: REFILLS ARE NOT FREE
Shawn: THEYRE FREE
Lassiter: THEY COME AT THE PRICE OF ONE DRINK
Lassiter: MANY CUPS FOR THE PRICE OF ONE
Lassiter: NOT FREE
Shawn: NO THE FIRST DRINK COMES AT THE PRICE OF ONE DRINK, EVERY SUBSEQUENT DRINK IS FREE
Lassiter: NO ITS NOT
Lassiter: the more times you refill it, the more the overall price per cup lowers, but it will never become zero at any point
Shawn: THE ORIGINAL PRICE ONLY COUNTS FOR THE FIRST CUPS, ITS FREE TO REFILL
Gus: … it’s not free, Shawn
Shawn: FIGHT ME
Shawn: I MAY BE SICK BUT I CAN STILL KICK YUR ASS
Juliet: I agree with you, Shawn.
Shawn: THANK YOU
Shawn: See, this is why Jules is my favorite.
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I posted 2,816 times in 2022
That's 1,549 more posts than 2021!
190 posts created (7%)
2,626 posts reblogged (93%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
@theonlythingimfuckingisstupid
@identitycrisis-electricboogaloo
@passion8alot
@obsidiancreates
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I tagged 643 of my posts in 2022
#rem rambles - 184 posts
#tma - 49 posts
#the magnus archives - 43 posts
#ask and ye shall receive - 17 posts
#tma s5 - 16 posts
#tma s5 spoilers - 15 posts
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#family stuff - 14 posts
#tma s4 - 12 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#but this was too good of a point and “gay sex will always be a stronger force in the world than transphobia” is too excellent to not reblog
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Jon facing the entities: hey there demons, it’s me, ya boy
Jon showing up in people’s nightmares: hey there boys, it’s me, ya demon
Jon becoming The Archivist: Hey there me, it’s ya demon boy
957 notes - Posted August 20, 2022
#4
So in love with the idea that very few of the ghosts actually want to attack or hurt anyone and are kind of their as glorified personal trainers for Danny.
Like this newly formed half-ghost child is insanely powerful and no one understands why but what they DO know it that ghosts shouldn't go withhout using their powers for very long or it causes problems so they all show up to Amity to cause problems so that Phantom has a way to actually use and train with his ghost powers and release energy before he explodes or something.
And all his villains are so tired like god damn the kid has a new power one of you go handle it.
And after he defeats Pariah Dark and is technically in line to be the new Ghost King when he dies, his villains become INVESTED in making sure he lives as long as physically possible because no one knows how an untrained, over powered teenager is going to use the powers that seemingly show up at random.
And it is BECAUSE he is a child that they don't use his civilian identity against him because come on the kid does not need us outing him to his parents when they might KILL HIM (yes I'm aware they wouldn't but the ghosts don't know that)
I've seen this or a version of this covered in a BUNCH of fics (can't remember which ones so if you do feel free to mention them)
Idk just, the concep of Ghost Children being valued and protected as well as Phantom's Rogues Gallery just being there to make sure his powers don't blow his city off the map
1,476 notes - Posted March 8, 2022
#3
me going from social to social documenting how the different environments are reacting to a drastic unexpected change to the internet landscape that they cohabit:
1,717 notes - Posted September 28, 2022
#2
Ah yes, Jonathan Sims. He plays many famous and fantastic characters. Namely Jon Jonny and John
2,181 notes - Posted October 3, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
No but like one of the BEST tropes in fanfiction is definitely "local Hero's community definitely knows their identity but refuse to say anything" it's hilarious. Particularly when the hero is young, like Danny Phantom or Spiderman or Merlin.
This is ESPECIALLY true when the characters kinda just come together to make life easier for the hero
Like Amity Park having collective amnesia over anything Phantom related whenever the GIW come around, or the residents of Queens learning self defence so they can handle some petty crime so that Spiderman has time to actually do his homework, or servants and knights in Camelot making up excuses for Merlin or taking over some chores so he doesn't get in trouble
Any attempt to out the hero is quashed immediately on pain of total social ostracisation
Just give me people protecting the local teenage hero because god damn it he's doing good and he doesn't deserve all the shit he's getting
2,640 notes - Posted March 31, 2022
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Call Me Cinnamon
Chapter 3: Huh. Well, That's New.
Notes: Thisssss took foreverrrrrr. But it's done now! So here you go :3 Also, big thanks to @obsidiancreates for beta reading!
Walking into the station, the two — technically three — almost immediately ran into Lassiter, who also happened to be going in.
“Lassie! Fancy seeing you here.” They had stopped at the front doors inside, next to the counter at the entrance.
He just gave Shawn an icy stare. “Spencer, I work here. You on the other hand, do not.”
He’s about to continue walking further down the hall. Shawn asked, “Where’s Jules?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but she’s in the Chief’s office. What are you two doing here? Don’t you have your own circus to run?”
“Okay first of all: ouch, Lassie. You wound me. And Gus too. Second of all: we run a very real private detective business, solving your very real crimes.”
Lassiter scoffed. “Oh please. A frat house run by monkeys would be better at solving crimes than you two buffoons.”
Shawn heard a small ‘ooo buuuurned!’ from Cinnamon, but ignored her and continued “-and third of all: the Chief called us in for a meeting, said it was urgent. Not sure what it’s about. Although,” he quickly comes to a realization, and raises his fingers to his temple, “I’m sensing that it’s the same meeting she scheduled with you and Jules.”
Lassiter’s face scrunched up in confusion. “What? Why would she call you two in?”
Gus cut in before Shawn could. “No idea. She didn’t say anything over the phone.”
Shawn noticed that Cinnamon was being uncharacteristically quiet, save for the comment from earlier. He looked over at the nearest reflection — a mirror just above the bench at the entryway— and saw her standing directly in front of Lassiter, the biggest grin ever on her face.
“God, he is so much hotter in person.”
That really caught him off guard. Sure, Lassie was good looking, to the point where even he couldn’t deny it. But he didn’t expect her to say it so bluntly and up front like that. That seemed to be a common theme with Cinnamon.
She started rambling. “…but damn, I forgot he got that horrible haircut. It’s absolutely atrocious. He looked so much better in… 2008? No, no… 2011! Yeah, 2011.” She put a finger to her chin in thought. "But it did look really nice in 2017." She nodded to herself, but looked confused for a second. “Wait. It’s 2010 now, right?”
Subconsciously, Shawn let out a short laugh before trying to cover it.
But Lassiter caught it, and asked, “What’s so funny?”
Shawn thought on his feet, and quickly said, “Oh, nothing. Just the spirits. And…oh!” His fingers sprung back up to his head. “They are saying your haircut is, quote-unquote, ‘atrocious’.”
Unimpressed, he just gave Shawn a look and turned around.
“Wait, noooo! Why’d you say that I said that? Tell him I take it back!”
Too late. Lassiter had already stalked off.
“You’re just mad jealous I like Lassie more than you.”
Shawn huffed a small sigh. He was about to tell her to suck it, but stopped himself, remembering that he was literally the only person who could even hear Cinnamon. He turned to Gus. “Go on ahead, tell the Chief I'll be right there.”
Gus hesitates a for a second, looking like he’s going to ask why. But he just says, “Alright.” and walked to the chief’s office.
He pulled out his phone and pretended to call someone. Putting it up to his ear, he said “Rule 5-”
“You mean rule 4.”
“What? No, I mean rule 5.”
“Technically, rule 4 doesn’t exist, since you forgot it. So, that automatically makes the next one rule 4.”
Shawn rubbed his eyes with his free hand. At this point, he was too tired to argue. He was running on roughly three and a half hours of sleep and nothing to keep him awake. Not even coffee. The world was cruel like that.
“…Fine, rule 4: no making off handed comments about Lassie. Or anyone, actually.”
“Aww what, why?!”
“Because, despite being set back the crippling disability of not seeing the future, I can just tell that you won't be able to shut up about him-”
“You don’t know that...”
“-and I really don’t want to hear what you think about Lassie’s ass.” A police officer walked by and gave him a strange look when he said that last part. Shawn just waved awkwardly.
“…uhm, I never actually said anything about his ass, dude.”
He backtracked, and realized Cinnamon was right. “Don't change the subject."
"But I didn't-"
"Just... keep it PG, alright?"
"Ugghh fine. Whatever."
“What’s the deal with your obsession with Lassie, anyway?
She traded her slightly irritated expression for one that looked like she was daydreaming. “His wet cat personality and autistic rizz have captivated me.”
“…I’m not even going to ask what that means.”
“Good. I wasn’t gonna tell you anyways.”
That tracked. "This is so weird. He's like, 17 years older than you, at most."
She started nodding along, but stopped and thought for a minute. "No, wait. He's like..." She started counting on her fingers. "...23- no, 22 years older than me right now."
That made Shawn stop and think too, quickly doing the math in his head. “Wait, You’re not even 21 yet?”
She looked very confused when he said that. “Why would you think I’m older than 21?”
He raised his eyebrows. “You’re literally wearing a jacket for a pub right now.” She was, in fact, wearing a zip-up hoodie advertising a pub. It had been completely unzipped to show off her shirt, which was a forest green shirt advertising a place called Westview, the colors complimenting her vibrant red hair. Was that why she preferred to be called Cinnamon? Because of her hair color? He was getting off track.
She looked down at what she was wearing, and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot I was wearing that.” She fiddled with the zipper. “I only got it because my family takes me and my siblings there a lot, and it looked really comfy.”
“Okay, so if you’re 19, then-”
"I should've chosen something better. Like, literally anything else in my closet would’ve been good. Can't believe this is the fit I have to wear for eternity."
"...I think you'll be fine." Where was he? "So, if you're 19..." Shawn’s face scrunched up. “Oh. Ew, that means Lassie-”
“-is old enough to be my dad, yeah yeah yeah. But that just means I can call him a dilf.”
“What.”
“Don’t worry about it. Now come onnnn, the Chief is waiting for you! Us, technically. Also, I kinda wanna see what this meeting is about.” She was right. They had been talking for a little longer than he thought they would. He ‘ended’ the phone call, and ran over to Chief Vick’s office. On the way over, Cinnamon muttered song lyrics under her breath. He caught a few words — I know, you know — but didn't recognize it. It was probably some future song she conveniently had stuck in her head.
When he walked in, he saw that Juliet and Lassiter had taken the seats in front of Chief’s desk, the former being on the right and the latter being on the left. Gus had opted to stand between but also a little behind the both of them. Which left Shawn to stand to next to Gus’ right side.
“Good to see you could finally make it, Mr. Spencer.” The chief got up from her desk and began pulling down all of the blinds. Consequently, that also meant getting rid of the reflections, save for the very dull and warped one coming off of her glass fish, which was where Cinnamon now had to reside. However, she had not been standing in view of the fish’s reflection originally, which meant she was unceremoniously shoved towards it by an unseen force.
"Mother fu-"
“Now, I want you all to listen to what I have to say very carefully.” She pulled out a file, one that was labeled ‘Channing, Amber’.
“Last night, we were called in to investigate a car wreck, as I’m sure you remember, detectives?”
Lassiter straightened up. “Of course, Chief. Amber Channing: lost control of her car in the sudden rainstorm and drove off the side of the road into a tree. Her head was practically split in two. But we had already ruled it an accident.”
That caught Cinnamon’s attention. “Wait, isn’t that how I-?”
She was silenced when the Chief opened the file, setting it on her desk for everyone to see.
"Wow. That car is fuuuucked."
Once again, Shawn had to hold back a laugh. This was going to be a problem, wasn’t it?
“Like Lassiter said, this is Amber Channing, the mayors daughter. Although she was better known by the nickname her father gave her: Cinnamon.”
He frowned when she said that. These similarities between the mayor’s daughter and Cinnamon were beginning to unnerve him. First it was the eerily identical deaths, now the nicknames? What’s next, they both look the same? Have the same hobbies? Either Cinnamon had extremely poor memory and this was turning into ‘The Butterfly Effect’, or this was starting to turn into one of those cheesy sci-fi movies with a parallel world the main character was sent to.
Parallel world. It was like he struck a chord deep in his chest. Where had he come up with that thought? As far as he was concerned, he had never seen or heard of any media portraying that trope. What was going on?
Chief Vick continued. “We’ve received some concerning evidence from our new coroner earlier. This might not be something as simple as someone losing control of their car in the rain.”
Juliet leaned forward a bit, curious. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying this is a cover up. Someone killed her and made it look like an accident. Obviously done by an amateur.”
Pointing at the photos of the crime scene, she continued. “As was pointed out by Mr. Strode, some of the cuts and bruises on Ms. Channing’s body don’t exactly match up with the damage done to the car.”
Shawn couldn’t help but ask, “I’m sorry, Chief. You know I’m not really one to look a horse in the nose. But,” He motioned to Gus and himself. “where do we come in?”
Before the Chief could get a word out, Gus said, “The saying is ‘looking a gift horse in the mouth’ Shawn.”
“I’ve heard it both ways.”
Chief Vick was visibly restraining herself from rolling her eyes. “I was getting to that.” She moved the photo of the wreck and revealed a new one underneath. "There was a note written on the windshield — or, what was left of it." There was indeed writing on the glassy remains of the windshield. It looked like it had been written in glowing green ink. Although it was almost impossible to read, having been written in a swoopy caligraphy. It read-
"Good luck, Shawn Spencer"
"As far as we and the photographers are concerned, that wasn't there the night of the crash. Nor was it originally in this picture. It just... appeared."
———
The meeting was over now. Chief Vick had ordered them to convene in the morgue and examine the body for themselves.
Before Shawn could take another step out of the office, Gus stopped him. “Shawn, can I speak to you for a minute?”
He froze a bit before pretending to act completely natural. “Uhhh yeah! Sure, man. What’s up?”
“Nice. Real smooth.”
“Why were you talking to yourself outside Chief’s office?”
“Ooohhh shit, he’s on to us.”
“Gus, don’t be the grass on this side of the road. I’m fine! I promise.”
Cinnamon let out a little snort, and Gus made a tsch sound. “I’m not stupid, Shawn. I know you didn’t call anyone. Besides, you’ve been acting weird all morning. You haven’t made a single pop culture reference. You're still wearing your clothes from yesterday! So why. Were you. Talking to yourself?”
“Spencer! Guster!” They both look down the hall and see Lassiter, Juliet, and Chief Vick standing impatiently down the hall.
“Be right there, Lassie!” Shawn turns back to Gus. “Okay dude, I promise you the second I can, I’ll tell you everything.”
Gus looked like he wanted to argue a bit more, but ended up giving in. “Fine. But you’re telling me all the details, don’t leave anything out.”
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Notes: That’s it! Grrr I can’t wait to write out the next chapter
ao3 link
Beginning: Prologue
Previous: Chapter 2
Next: Chapter 4
Also, full credit to @birdyboylassie for helping come up with this line:
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