#psych - Shawn & like half the cast

[penna-nomen]

Character A: I am chaos Character B: I am order. I will reform you A: A little order would be nice, if it makes you happy B: (smug) Totally winning you over to order A: Nope, gotta stay chaotic B: Help! I'm in a situation I can't solve with order A: ** solves things with chaos ** A: ** shares backstory highlighting the unfairness of the systems that enforce order ** B: Oh. I see. Agents of chaos provide balance A: So I don't need to change to keep your approval/love/friendship? B: Don't change. You're perfect. me: ** melts **

[dickytwister]

WIP DAY

tagged by: @nuclearstorms tagging: @stars-of-the-heart @perseus-veil @stacispratt @paralytic-states @shellibisshe @strafethesesinners @judasofsuburbia @hopecountyisforlovers @wewillryesagain and whoever wants to do it!!! in an unprecedented turn of event, i will finally post a wip on wip day,,,,,,, i have fallen deep inside the psych rabbit hole and i am now writing shassie fics so this is what you're getting god bless and amen 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'll try to post oc writing next time i'm posting a wip teehee!!! and thanks for tagging me bones mwah mwah and mwah

It all happened incredibly fast, and yet Lassiter could still see the last ten minutes play out behind his eyelids like detached scenes from a movie.

Shawn had called him at an ungodly hour of the night, rambling like a madman about a psychic vision so strong it had woken him up—Lassiter highly doubted that, just as he did the mere fact of Shawn being a psychic in the first place. He’d given him a location and had nearly begged him to come as fast as possible.

The Riviera Parlour was the kind of high-end restaurant that Lassiter had only ever dreamt of setting foot into. With a waiting list the length of his arm and a menu that averaged his bi-weekly salary, dining there had simply been out of the question. He’d only considered the idea once, a few months after his separation, hoping that Victoria would have seen in this gesture just how devoted he could be, if given another chance.

Shawn, with his green Henley shirt unbuttoned at the neck and pale blue jeans, had seemed out of place in front of the gold ornaments that decorated the facade of the restaurant. What’s more, the torrential rain had soaked him from head to toe, his hair matted to his forehead and clothes sticking to his body like a second skin. He’d looked all the part of a mutt left to sleep in the doghouse, and Lassiter had had half a mind to scold him for taking his bike in such weather. He’d instead held his tongue, had stared expectantly at the other man with a pinched grimace.

The door had been unlocked—Lassiter had glanced at Shawn with a raised eyebrow only for the latter to shrug and squeeze past him into the restaurant. The glow of their flashlights had casted eery shadows on the walls as they’d wandered, Lassiter forcing Shawn to stay behind him even as the faux-psychic had held his fingers to his temples and guided him deeper into the restaurant and into the kitchen.

He’d ‘divined’ that the evidence they’d needed to tie their suspect to the murders was in the walk-in freezer. How he’d come to that conclusion, Lassiter had no idea, and he hadn’t bothered to ask. Cautiously, gun held tightly in his fist, Lassiter had pushed the freezer’s door open and walked in. Shawn had stayed behind to hold the door, peaking curiously with his head tilted sideways, eyes darting across the room with barely concealed interest.

And then, just as Lassiter had been about to complain about the flagrant lack of evidence, Shawn had yelped and stumbled forward, holding the back of his head with one hand as the door had banged shut.

A deafening silence had hovered over the room for two, three full seconds before Lassiter had launched himself at the door. He’d pulled and pushed at the handle, banged his fist on the cold metal and the thick glass of the window, yelled himself raw, to no avail; the door had remained firmly shut, and their suspect had fled, taking with him their only chance of getting out anytime soon.

Leaning against the door with two fingers pinched against the bridge of his nose, Lassiter forced himself to remain calm, even as Shawn’s rambling, which had been going on since Lassiter’s attempts to open the door had failed, went on and on with no sign of stopping.

“Think anyone’ll get mad if I eat some of these frozen raviolis? I didn’t eat before I left and I’m getting a tummy ache, which is seriously messing with my psychic abilities–”

“If you’re not going to help me find a way out of here, kindly shut the hell up,” Lassiter snapped, glaring intently at Shawn as the latter examined the contents of the shelves. There was no mistaking the tremor in his shoulders, previously soaked clothes now frozen solid on his body.

“Don’t worry, I already have a plan,” Shawn assured confidently, though that didn’t mean much when his voice trembled with every word he spoke. “We turn into icicles and, in ten years, they bring us back to life Michael Beck style.”

“Can you be serious for one second? It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” Then, with a frustrated huff, “And who the hell is ‘they’?”

Shawn shrugged with a vague wave of his hand, and Lassiter had to physically stop himself from reaching for his gun.

“Did you tell anyone else about your hunch?”

“You mean my vision.”

“No, I mean your hunch. Answer the goddamn question, Spencer.”

[majorbaby]

Your comments on the "canon vs fanon" posts the wishful thinking of those tags as if there arent people shipping klinger with the most racist charachter in the show might as well ship ginger/frank at that point

post and tags here

just in case you're upset that i mentioned beejhawk specifically, i did that because the edit i was referring to specifically cast Turk as BJ but i actually care more about the point i was making than i care about the ship war so have this: if trapper were black, the default early years m/m ship would be henry/hawkeye or perhaps even radar/hawkeye.

i personally do not believe in specifically setting limits on what people can ship, yeah that includes klinger/charles. first of all, by what measure are you quantifying charles as the 'most racist' because the charleses in my life are easier to avoid than the margarets, the potters, the franks and yes, even the hawkeyes. here i am not trying to make the case that charles is 'less racist' than the others, i'm just pointing out that 'most racist' isn't a universally accepted standard.

so it sounds like your problem is with the charles/klinger ship itself and not the racism you're claiming it upholds and you've decided to complain about it in my inbox referencing tags i wrote, despite the fact that they have nothing to do with your point.

those tags were not in favour of stopping or shaming anyone from shipping what they like to ship, in this case, a theoretical 'potter/hawkeye' ship that i proposed would've emerged ahead of beejhawk if BJ was black.

my wishful thinking is that people (myself included) would examine why it is that, demonstrably and across multiple fandoms, conditions exist that should reliably produce a brainrotting, filthy-fanwork-generating m/m ship and yet they're overshadowed by a much less typical m/m ship where both characters happen to be white. Shawn and Gus (Psych) are your basic Johnlock situation, JD (Scrubs) is only able to win over his assigned hetero love interest by professing to her "I love you more than Turk" - both ships feature two men who have been friends since childhood, and the white half of each one meets the standard of "the dynamic". What could possibly be standing in the way of Shawn/Gus and JD/Turk being the most popular ships in their respective fandom hmmm?

i can say all of this without attacking the ships that do dominate in those fandoms (Shawn/Carlton Psych, JD/Cox Scrubs) and so should i, because it's overwhelmingly clear to me that discouraging people from enjoying the things they enjoy doesn't guarantee or even encourage they will instead start enjoying the things you want them to enjoy, or that you deem are okay for them to enjoy.

[obsidiancreates]

Guilty Filthy Soul

It really hadn't been as life-changing as one might think when they discovered magic was real, because it wasn't really real in the way that made it particularly life-changing.

No-one can shoot fireballs out of their hands or summon demons or things like that. Most spells really affect behavior, outlook, but can't usually force someone into doing something they wouldn't ever do on their own.

Which is the real issue here, really.

Because a curse to "abandon your boxes and follow the call of your soul" is shockingly disastrous.

Not if you're Lassie and Jules, of course. Apparently they're doing exactly what their soul's calling is anyway. Lucky bastards.

But if you're Burton Guster, it means you found yourself calling your boss from a crime scene to quit your high paying day job and become a full-time tap dancer and teacher.

If you're Shawn Spencer-

Well, that one's a little harder to pin down at first.

"Sorry Chief," Shawn had sighed the next week when they were called in to consult on the case of a recently stolen sports car from the mayor's own garage. "The curse is... blocking the spirits. In truth, I um, haven't been able to receive any messages lately... except for one related to murder."

"Oh, come on." Lassie had scowled. "You really expect us to believe your soul's whole purpose-"

"Calling, not purpose. Totally different things, Lassie. My purpose is to have great hair, and give men and women alike something to oogle at in situations where it's usually frowned on."

"Right." Lassie hadn't been amused. "Anyway, you expect us to believe that your souls calling... is just to solve murders?"

"Apparently so, Lass-i-frass. I'm just as disappointed as you are, honestly. This means no more Despereaux cases for me when he comes back. I'll miss him."

"Give me a break."

But there were none. Shawn was off any cases that didn't have to do with murder, and Gus was on less than half he salary he had from Central Coast.

And yet, oddly, hadn't been evicted. In fact, his rent had been lowered to just the right amount.

And the Psych office's landlord had just... stopped asking.

And the cases they weren't hired for anymore got weird.

Gus saw it every week in the paper (the online version, but no-one calls it The Screen, because it's The Paper and always will be, just like how NCIS is still NCIS even though none of the original cast are even left anymore).

That theft of the mayor's car? It had been found outside of a house that was being used as a sweatshop, and the people running it had been connected to the mayor through donations to his campaign.

A painting was stolen from the museum and the owner got an incredibly large insurance payout. Three days later his office's safe was broken into, cleaned out, and the painting put in place of the cash along with a pile of papers proving his fraud.

A building downtown had been vandalized with a big "You Suck!" written in block-style letters all across the front entrance. When the cleaners hired to remove it all got to work, they found a weird loose vent under one of the letters. One city inspection later and one of the biggest contractors in the business was shut down for cutting corners on safety and leaving many building completely unsecured and open to easy infiltration, including government buildings.

More and more and more. One crime lead to another, like a little trail of crumbs in the woods.

And so, six months after the curse, six months of weekly heists and vandalisms and bold public drag races later, Gus sat down across from Shawn and finally said it out loud.

"It's you, isn't it?"

"What's me?" Shawn kept tossing his paper ball in the air and catching it, never looking Gus in the eye.

"All of this." Gus holds up his tablet and nods at it, frowning knowingly. "I know your soul's calling isn't murder investigations, and so do you. This is."

"Gus, don't be The Beatles trying to say Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds isn't about LSD."

"I'm not. This is you. I know you, Shawn, this has you written all over it."

"How so?"

"Let's see. How about the store we went to that stopped carrying your favorite brand of hair gel, and the next day the manager reported his office was broken into, but when the cops checked the security tapes all they found was videos of him planting drugs on his employees and then blackmailing them over it?"

"That's just how karma works, Gus, but I'm flattered you think I'm a force of the universe like that." He still wouldn't make eye contact.

And so Gus adjusted himself in his chair and leaned forward. "Okay. How about this? A bunch of drag racers went out in the middle of the day, roaring all down the highway, weaving in and out cars, and one of the plates reported in turned out to be a car registered to a known alias of a man on the run for defrauding a ton of people under the guise of running charities."

"Sounds like he should have been more careful about where he hid his keys."

"And this one about a low-level drug runner trying to claim that a guy with oily hair and patchy stubble took pictures of him having an affair and blackmailed him into becoming a police informant?"

"What?!" Shawn snatched the tablet away. "My stubble is not patchy, it is rugged and-! ... Crap."

"I knew it!" Gus had sprung to his feet. "You are! Oh my god Shawn, I can't believe your soul's calling is being a criminal! No, you know what? I absolutely can! In fact, it explains our entire lives, Shawn!"

"Would you shush!" Shawn had slapped a hand over Gus's mouth. "Yes, okay, yes! Yes, after that lady cursed us I suddenly couldn't control my impulses anymore and just did whatever dumb idea popped into my head! Do you know how many times I've thought 'Wow, it would be so much easier to get this done if I could make them just turn themselves in?' or 'Man, this would be so much more fun if I could steal something from this awful person and get the other guy caught at the same time?' Yes, I am using crimes to catch criminals!"

Gus yanks Shawn's hand off of his mouth. "Don't try to make it sound better, you're one of the most wanted people in the whole city right now!"

"But I'm not!" Shawn throws his hands out. "because I'm way better at this than the lawful thing! Dude, do you know how much easier it is to break into places when you're not worried about leaving a trail? Or how much easier it is to get people to tell you things when you blackmail them? It's not like I've never done this before, it's how I got them to let Chief keep her job!"

"You exposed the affair?!"

"OBVIOUSLY!"

"Who else have you blackmailed?!"

"Your landlord. He's breaking a ton of laws by the way, I'm working on forcing him to clean up all the mold in those places."

"That's why my rent went down?!"

"And why we don't have to pay here anymore. Although this guy is just cheating on his wife... and his other wife. And his third wife. I'm figuring out how to expose him without losing our lease, I did get a sweet amount of cash from that painting thing so-"

"SHAWN!"

"WHAT! Gus, it works! It all works out! I'm still catching bad guys, and I'm profiting way more than we did just solving for the police! And I'm probably preventing a ton of murders doing it this way, anyway."

"Except that when you get caught blackmailing kingpins and double-crossing business execs, I'll be caught in the middle of it!"

"I already planned for that, I always make sure I'm out while you have a good alibi."

"... Wait."

"Hmm."

"Oh... my god. That's why you made those flyers for my tap class."

"Can't be helping me commit grand larceny if you're teaching. sweet. moves, what? Gimme five for that."

"Why are you suddenly so much better at this kind of thing now that I can't be caught with you?!"

"I don't know. I kind of feel like I've been freed from something... like there's an old, grumpy voice in my head that got plucked out and it freed up a lot of thought room. Stealing is so fun, Gus. So is blackmail. And lying! ... How did I not become a criminal way sooner?"

"Technically you always were."

"Oh yeah. ... How did I not totally embrace it sooner? Maybe I should ask Pierre what he's doing next month. There's a guy at the museum right now who's trying to get my plaque removed from the dinosaur exhibit and I know he's been slowly replacing some of the lesser known pieces with forgeries, I totally saw him doing it when I stole those guns Lassie liked from the display."

"You did that?! He's gonna kill you, Shawn!"

"Relax, I put them somewhere safe. Oh, that's actually my next one! I'm gonna use them to lead him and Jules to a guy selling stolen guns specifically to frame people."

"Stop telling me about your plans!"

"Oh, yeah. I just made you complicit, didn't I? ... Whoops."

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Detective AU

An au where Steven/Two Brains is a private eye detective who is a mix of Sherlock Holmes, Columbo, and Shawn Spencer from Psych in personality and skills wise. Basically he acts like a serious detective but has comedic moments due to his clumsiness, oblivious nature, and naiveness. Becky is his daughter who is 13/14 in this au. She is his partner (refuses to be referred as sidekick or secretary). She takes down all the notes and notices things her dad doesn't and keeps up with her dad's appointments and phone calls. She doesn't mind assistant but if you insult her position in her dad's work, you get a swift verbal beatdown that leaves you in tears. Bob is a human rookie cop that is good at his job, but has a food eating problem that gets in the way of promotions. He aids Becky and Steven about half of the time.

I am not sure what to do with the henchmen or the rest of the wordgirl cast yet. I know Scoops and rose are definitely reporters and the kids in canon are aged up in this au. Oh and also this takes place where everyone is part human/part animal. Steven and Becky are part mice and Bob is part monkey etc. This is just a fun noir/comedy detective/mystery crime series I thought up on the spot. I will update this if I have any more ideas worked out and feel free to send asks or ideas about this au.

@melodythebunny

@drtwobrainsstuff

@liloskull343

[psych---ologically-deranged]

2x09 bounty hunters!

SF, CH, KK, AB, JRr, & DH, that is a lot of people. Six. I won't be able to keep track.

"half pounder" lol

SF "also a fantastic gardener"

(nice car)

"I'm Lindsay Sloan. Not the actress, the network" -Dule Hill 1987 /j

Baby shawn has shawnvision!

Jamocha almond fudge??? THAT'S THAT BLUE ICE CREAM? I would have thought it was fake.

Lol hair

Calls him shawn?

andy "subtle" berman

Why are they talking about hot cream shaves in the psych office circa 1925, what is going on in this commentary, but I haven't seen that deleted scene. The "great north" called & asked NOT to do it in the barbershop as was initially scripted, they asked for it to be .. in the psych office. full face of cream, matching stubble levels, can it be just a gilette, shawn sleeping gus shaving himself, what abt a quatro those are new right, can they be eating shaved ices?

Main requirement for casting: good hair

JRr: We'll just get a women's large

costume shop: bounty hunter costume

Already in s2 they are deconstructing hand to head & they've already abandoned the big song & dance ritual from channeling the cat channeling gus

That's just egg whites on the flat top. Never trust a skinny chef Me: there is no such thing as a canadian accent, we (excluding east coasters who sound very gaelic) sound just like typical americans (by which I mean not east-coast new york, & not southern cowboy)

*jumps on the car*

First & last time they use greenscreen for the car.

DH: He took all my money KK: You take all my money. Tim too. CH: Who is the better poker player lou diamond phillips or W earl brown? DH: wearl Brown JRr: He's a talker, it's part of his game

tinkerbell shawnvision

SF: I worked a jungle cruise boat at disneyland for eight years

SF: Once again, continuing the theme Me: that Henry wears purple? SF: that Henry calls at the worst time possible

go stunt actors

So hard to swim with shoes on

Nah KK is right abt the clothes

It's fun when they are commenting on what's onscreen but it's also fun when they are completely off topic but it's also fun when they stop talking to just watch the show for a bit

KK: Whenever an andy berman episode comes in, chris henze always emails him a picture of edward scissorhands just to know what's in store for this episode

CH: It's fun!

FRIENDLY INDIANS WAS PLAYING IN THE BIKER BAR?

AB: By the way, not every man who looks like a man in this bar is a man, & not everyone who looks like a woman in this bar is a woman Me: Yeah they're a bunch of rock music loving bikers at a bar at who knows what time of day Me: ...Trans rights

"Pisces"

*chooses the thumb to the the first in counting from one to three* *my hoh ass knows basic asl*

First experience in upside-down harnesses (btw how is shawn's shirt still up) "How was it?" "I have a new appreciation for scenes shot upside-down" KK: I remember Andy called in & said John wanted to film this whole scene upside down before they turned over

DH: But it aligns the spine nice

KK: That's all real sweat by the way

KK: That vest we got from the costume shop. James, you WEAR that vest AB I think: That guy was a woman. (The one with the vest I think? In that case, congrats on the gender)

I feel like shawn, as someone with a bike, could be able to make himself blend in.

Gus: Like that couple from open water DH: *doesn't get the reference*

I would have LOVED that shot of the car going by without the car going by

There would also have been a shot of the cops coming to henry bc they found his boat

Another purple shirt

The camp song in the end credits is great. ily andy cohen. SF: We want to broadcast it AC: *horrified*

"I <3 coins"

& look at his hair

*actually ate the steak*

Tancana's actor had a band. "He's too good a singer for this role" DH: You don't need to be a good singer to be in a band. Just look at the friendly indians SF: That's fine dule, but season three episode one: "I'm in a polka dot dress? What?"

"I wasn't even TRYING to get involved

*after touching a dead body*

the wink

whose idea was the wedding march?

SF: Between James & Andy & I there is an obsession with hair on this show that is unrivalled

the bounty hunter walk

KK: I love it when they're like "They should totally kiss they should totally kiss!" & Steve has got this grin on his face like "I'm gonna get them close" & Andy Berman just makes it so hilarious

They're all commenting on the kiss & the chemitry & how well it played onscreen & I love it

AB: If you listen closer you could hear me laugh off camera

samee "hmm" as psy vs psy

"She likes me" "I'm frustrated"

ML learned how to do this

TIKIHAMA

Lalalalala & then the view!

[tigerrriot]

i am watching the mentalist and is patrick jane a sociopath or what like...he literally does anything he wants and does whatever he feels like to get away with really serious shitty actions and crimes?!!! but then he like smiles and is like LOL look what i did LOLLL and it's like is that supposed to be charming LIKE HE SERIOUSLY BROKE OUT OF PRISON RATHER THAN BE WILLING TO LEARN A LESSON ABOUT HIS ACTIONS HAVING CONSEQUENCES and everyone enables the shit out of him! LIKE WHY IS THIS SHOW LIKE THIS?

and yet he makes me laugh.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Psych: A Fanfic

Title: Psych: A Fanfic

(I made this for fun around a year ago)

Characters: The cast of Psych

| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 |

WC: 1,596

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, cops, teasing, Shawn being himself, mentions of death, slight Shassie (but that's just me), angry Lassie, Vick is annoyed as always :), mentions of drugs, Psych references, and ... tacos

Walking into the Santa Barbara Police Department, Shawn, and Gus looked around at all the buzzing cops, detectives, and other employees.

"Must be rush hour," Shawn spoke up, sipping his pineapple smoothie.

Gus shuffled in his spot, looking around, seemingly surprised, "Must be."

"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Guster." Chief Vick called, gaining the two men's attention. "My office, now, please." She finished, before shutting her door.

Shawn and Gus glanced at each other before heading into Chief Vick's office. Shutting the door behind him, Shawn looked around the room, seeing Juliet in one chair and Lassiter in the other; while Chief Vick sat in her chair behind her desk.

"Good, now. I have a case for all four of you. This one will involve a lot of teamwork." Chief Vick began, opening a file on her desk.

Shawn immediately spoke up, "Oh, come on, Chief. Don't tell me we're going to be doing another Scooby Doo thing?" He asked, "Last time I was sure Lassie was morphing into a dog."

Lassiter slowly looked up at Shawn. If looks could kill, Shawn would've been dead in 2006.

Chief Vick shook her head, "No, Mr. Spencer. This one is a bit more high-profile."

"Ooh, are we going up against the Illuminati?" Shawn asked, sipping his smoothie. "Gus has been practicing his Kung-Fu."

"No, Mr. Spencer." She growled lightly, looking up from the folder to glare up at Shawn. "The mayor's daughter has been kidnapped and we have no idea where she is. Now, if you have nothing to pertain with the case... Please, sit down."

Shawn tossed his hands in the air as he gestured wordlessly around the room. Shawn looked around the room, his eyes zoning in on Lassiter. Strutting over, Shawn plopped right down on Lassiter's lap, taking another annoying slow sip of his smoothie.

"Mr. Spencer. Lassiter is not a chair." Vick scolded, only for Shawn to shake his head.

"Chief, I can't sit on Jules's lap. Much too soft." Juliet gave Shawn a face. "And Gus's... Too hard, it's like sitting on rocks. It's terrible." Shawn then let out a happy sigh, rubbing his hand down across Lassiter's face. "But Lassie's lap? Just right. Like two fluffy clouds... Or cats. Made just for me. Or made out of cotton candy." He mumbled the last part.

"What are you? Goldy Locks? Get off of me, Spencer." Lassiter angrily exclaimed, and Shawn groaned slightly, before pushing off his lap.

"Fine. I'll just suffer and stand." Shawn sighed, leaning against the wall, Gus giving him a weird side glance. "Please, Chief, continue."

Vick let out a long, annoyed sigh before getting back to the folder. "Alright, she was last seen on the seventh in the town square. She had missed an appointment at a hair salon at two, and the street and store cameras spotted her being dragged into an alley. We checked there, but whoever did it was very thorough. There was no evidence, no hair, or anything."

"What's daddy know?" Shawn asked, and Vick sputtered, looking up at him.

"The Mayor said that his daughter didn't tell him where she was going. Just that she was going out for the day."

Shawn pursed his lips, "Boyfriend?" He quickly pushed off the wall, "Wait! No. Angry ex-boyfriend. Maybe she broke up with him and he just couldn't let go."

"Half right, Spencer. She has a boyfriend, but no angry ex. You're losing your touch." Lassiter taunted only for Shawn to shake his head.

"No, Lassie. The spirits are napping." He quickly corrected, earning a look from everyone in the room.

Shawn crossed his arms over his chest, "Hey, what do you expect? Spirits don't give two pineapple smoothies about my life. All they care about is bringing justice to this world, which is why I'm here, to help find this girl." Shawn turned to face Chief Vick, "So, where is the boyfriend?"

Shawn leaned close to Gus, "Speaking of, I just finished mine... And yours. Might need to get Buzz to grab some when we get back."

Gus looked at his friend upset, "Shawn!"

"According to her father, he went out of town for business." Chief Vick answered, glancing over at Lassiter.

"We tried contacting him but were unable to." Lassiter finished.

Shawn scoffed, "Yeah right. What kind of business?" He started to pace, "I bet it's drugs."

"That's highly unlikely, Shawn." Juliet finally spoke up, and Shawn sighed dramatically, turning to face her, "We did a background check. The boyfriend's clean."

Raising his hand to his temple, Shawn closed his eyes. "But the Mayor got the ransom note. seventy-five thousand dollars right?"

Vick nodded, "Yes, Mr. spencer." She said, secretly impressed.

Shawn tossed his empty smoothie cup into Vick's trash, before sighing and looking at each member of the room. "Well, Gus and I are going to check the square. See if my psychic juice picks up on anything."

"Juice?" Juliet softly asked herself, majorly confused.

Grabbing Gus's arm, Shawn dragged him out of the office waiting for the doors to shut before they began walking to the blueberry.

"Shawn! Where are we going?" Gus asked as he got into the passenger seat.

"We, my dear friend, are going to find the Mayor's daughter, Claire."

"Wait, you know her name?"

"Shawn? How do you know her name?

"Shawn!?"

~~~

Pulling up to the square, Shawn parked the car, both him and Gus getting out and looking around. Pausing, Shawn spotted the hair salon, noticing the alley just a little ways away from it.

"Gus, I found the alley." He turned to Gus, who actually never got out of the car in the first place.

"Good. You go look." Gus spoke, shutting his eyes as he leaned the seat back a bit.

"Guuuussss, we are a team. We need to do this together." Shawn whined, going over to the passenger side window that was slightly ajar.

"Shawn, I am not going into that dark creepy alleyway with you."

Shawn laughed lightly, "Dude, it's just an alleyway."

"Yeah, just an alleyway where the Mayor's daughter was pulled into. I saw the video. I am not going in. Besides, I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Mmm, the zombie one. It was the zombies, right? Was Curt Smith there?"

"Shawn!"

"Finnne, I'll go myself. Don't get your brain eaten while I'm gone." Shawn teased, slowly walking off.

Peaking an eye open, Gus fidgeted slightly in his seat, "You can't be serious..." Opening the car door, Gus rushed out, slamming the door shut as he caught up with Shawn.

"Gus! I knew you'd change your mind!" Shawn cheered, wrapping his arm around his best buddy's shoulder only for Gus to push his arm off.

"It was nothing you said, Shawn. My leg was beginning to cramp." Gus lied and Shawn just smirked making it to the alleyway.

The two peered into the somewhat dark alleyway. There was nothing much back there except an ain't trash bin and some trash.

"Gus? You see something?" Shawn asked, holding his palms up.

"Nope." Gus replied, shaking his head. "Nothing here. Just like the Chief said. Let's go."

Shawn furrowed his brow, "I thought I felt it. A presence. Something evil. Like a ghost, maybe?"

"Ghosts aren't real, Shawn." Gus stated, crossing his arms over his chest.

"They are in my world." Shawn continued, stepping forward deeper into the alley. "Let's look around."

Gus nodded, "Yeah, you do that."

Shawn rolled his eyes, stepping deeper into the alley. Looking around, Shawn spotted a few grocery bags, including a red and white one. He picked it up, feeling its weight. It felt heavy.

Opening it, Shawn sighed, "Gus!"

"What, Shawn? What did you find?"

"What type of person throws away a Bluetooth speaker? I'm taking this home with me!"

"Whatever, Shawn! Just hurry up!" Gus called back, only for Shawn to turn to the ain't trash bin.

Walking over, Shawn smiled in victory. Looking around, he grabbed an empty grocery bag and scooped the item up, being careful to not touch it. Looking once more, Shawn looked at the far back of the alley, noticing the chain gate. The lock on the chain was missing. Satisfied, Shawn walked back with his two bags, and back to a very confused, yet curious Gus.

"What's in the second bag?" He asked the psychic, only for Shawn to open the bag.

"A high heel? Shawn, that could be anyone's heels." Gus commented, but Shawn shook his head.

"Nope, if you paid attention to the tape, Gus, you would've seen that she was wearing these pink stilettos. Why she was doing that to her feet, I have no idea. Do you see how high these are?"

"Shawn. We need to take this back to the Chief, or call Lassiter."

Shawn sighed, a dreamy look appearing on his face. "Mmm, Lassie..." Snapping out of it, Shawn shook his head. "Gus, we're not giving it to the Chief. I'm going to put it back and then lead Lassie and Jules right to it with my psychic abilities."

Gus narrowed his eyebrows, "Shawn, there are cameras, remember?"

Shawn nodded, "Yes, but I know I am just out of it's sight... Reach... Blindspot Thing. But, you aren't."

Gus huffed, "So I look like an idiot?"

"A loony." Shawn answered matter factly.

Gus sighed, "Great. Fine, hurry and put it back so we can get Lassiter down here."

"Oh! Gus! Look!" Shawn pointed with a free hand. "There's tacos. I'm craving chimichangas."

Gus shooed Shawn back into the alley. "Okay, heel then taco then Lassiter."

[incomingalbatross]

It's funny, I've run across multiple Star Trek AUs for Psych, and I feel like Lassie is always the Vulcan in the cast? Which I get, but. Listen:

Lassie is clearly a Klingon. At the very least, he's a Klingon-raised human.

On the Vulcan side of things, allow me to propose: Half-Vulcan Shawn. (On his mother's side. It doesn't show.)

[gennydreams]

My thoughts on Psych 3: This is Gus 🍍

The good things:

This movie made me super happy. It had lots of vibes of the old show, tons of Shules moments, lots of goofiness between the guys, and it felt like it was setting up a 4th movie since somethings were left open ended. Lily Nora was adorable, I was so happy to see her grown up and acting like a Shawn. It made me so happy. The humor was well done and very in tune to the show. It was cute how it tied in things from the previous movies and show. I loved getting to see Gus and Selene work through things and have their kid. Overall, I loved it

The bad things:

There were a few things I felt were lacking though. Woody and Lassie kind of felt thrown in there since they wanted the whole cast people would recognize. Woody was only in there for a very brief scene to influence Karen’s plot. He really could have been brought back in at the end to help deliver Selene’s baby. Lassie’s plot was overall well done, especially with him relating to Henry about giving up police work and intuitive kids, it just felt like it ended very abruptly. I wish he could have been integrated in a bit more. The whole thing with Shawn and Jules not wanting kids seemed weird, since they both seemed to not really want the agreement. There was a total missed opportunity to not have the guys wear their half beards again as the delivery men. The movie itself seems to end suddenly too, without a real wrap-up

Idk. It was a great movie overall. If you love psych, definitely go watch it. It will be worth your time. See y’a psych-os

[captainsjack]

we never talk about the fact that james roday is half mexican and has explicitly stated that he identifies as latino, and yet shawn was whitewashed.

shawn could’ve easily been latino, and yet he was automatically written as a white guy.

and it’s not like the writers could argue that there was a reason he had to be white. they literally could’ve still kept corbin cast as henry - that didn’t have to change.

shawn’s mom is in, what, six episodes? honestly any actress could’ve played her instead of cybill shepherd or whatever her name was, and it wouldn’t have changed. it’s not like she was this super special actress they just had to have.

there was no reason for them not to cast a mexican actress, let alone any latina one, for shawn’s mom.

anyways, this really just doesn’t get enough attention, and it just goes to show that no matter how much anyone denies it or ignores it, there’s racism in psych and the fandom (not even mentioning everything that goes on in regards to gus, but that’s a topic for a different day).

[someonefantastic]

If You Thought the Head Trauma was Bad…

More migraine Shawn and roommate stuff! Basically I headcanon that Shawn, Gus, and Juliet all lived in the loft together between s8 and the first movie. Also if you want more fics on Shawn and migraines, then feel free to check out my day 3 or @bijulesspookyohara​'s day 5. Shoutout to the folks of the psych discord, primarily @victoriantrashjohn for coming up with the concept and jackal switch for a lot of these migraine remedies. Oh and also @tonystarksspoopyhouseofkids because she drew this adorable pic of Shawn that inspired a scene in this. And shoutout to @chaosintheavenue for beta reading this! Summary: Shawn has a migraine. It's a good thing his best friend and his girlfriend are there to help. Warnings: migraines, nausea, ambulances ___ Shawn groaned as he snuggled deeper into the couch, barely even able to open his eyes. It had been an incredibly long day- he had spent most of it trying to infiltrate an illegal jewelry ring with little success, just another failure on his quest for Juliet’s engagement ring- and he was in the middle of a full blown migraine. He had seen it coming, recognized that the sharp pains in his brain and the small ripples of nausea could easily lead to later pain, but he had ignored it, instead letting the image of his girlfriend (fiancėe’s) elated face spur him to work harder.

And now he was suffering the consequences. No ring, no joyous girlfriend (fiancėe), just a massive, brain pounding, vision blurring migraine.

He sighed, pulling the fluffy blanket tighter around him. He was sitting on the couch, legs crossed, blanket over his head, its soft fabric enveloping him. A pair of child-sized kitty earmuffs were placed squarely on his temples while the sounds of 80s heavy metal filled the air. The shades had been drawn keeping the sun from invading- not that there was much on a rainy San Francisco evening- and the room was cast in a red glow, the source being a small red LED candle that Jules had bought him. It was cozy and nice and he could almost forget the incessant pain in his head.

There was a jiggling at the door and Juliet and Gus walked in, their loud joyous laughter causing him to wince. They paused, and he caught Juliet frowning as Gus walked over and collapsed into the armchair besides him.

Juliet’s hair was falling out of her half-ponytail, Gus’ tie was slipping from its knot, they smelled like coffee.

“Headache?” He asked, voice much quieter.

Shawn barely nodded, squeezing his eyes tight as sharp pains radiated through his skull.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Juliet’s soft voice spoke from his side. Warm fingers gently brushed his hair and he relaxed into her touch. “Did you take anything?”

His voice was strained, “Ibuprofen, a few hours ago.”

Gus spoke up, “He could take acetaminophen. It works differently than ibuprofen so it won’t cause any problems.”

“Perfect,” Her lips pressed against his forehead, “I’m going to go get changed and get you some meds.”

“Thank you,” He muttered, sad when she pulled away.

“Can you get me some too?” Gus asked, beginning to undo his tie, “My side is killing me.”

“Sure thing.”

After her small footsteps faded away, Shawn cracked an eye open. “What’s up with you?”

Gus frowned. “I pulled a muscle lifting boxes for that cute girl in marketing.”

His memory flashed back. A woman in blue, long black hair, Gus doing the thing with his nose. “Michelle?”

“Yeah… it was all for nothing, I overheard her talking about some dude named ‘Levi’.”

“Tough luck bud. That’s a solid name.”

“You know that’s right.”

Shawn’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Gus rubbing his side. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, “Hey, where is the heating pad?”

Shawn jerked his head back, groaning as the motion caused the throbbing to double. That wasn’t his brightest idea. “Under Jules’ side of the bed. Just make sure to put it back when you’re done, she needs it for cramps.”

“Ah,” Gus nodded, standing up, “Sure thing.”

A stain on Gus’ pant leg, the carpet was rumpled, an empty can under the chair.

He shut his eyes tight again, trying to stop himself from noticing, an in vain attempt to ward off his abilities. Instead he flashed backwards, various images and memories jerking to the forefront of his mind, waves of nausea close behind.

His blue bouncy ball in fourth grade, divorce papers being signed, a bright smile on a beautiful blonde.

His jaw clenched, swallowing roughly as he tried to keep the contents of his stomach down. He leaned forward, trying to focus on the music around him. The beats moved in and out, giving him something to concentrate on.

“Babe?”

His eyes cracked open, the corner of his mouth turning up at the sight of his girlfriend (fiancėe). Her hair was now all the way down and she had pulled on his Thunderbirds sweatshirt. Even though she was only wearing the hoodie because it smelled like him, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride- after all, she usually refused to wear any football team’s merch aside from the Dolphins’.

“Here.” She handed him some pills and water which he promptly took, noting how Gus did the same.

The cool water felt nice but did little to soothe the ache in his head. “Thanks.” He frowned, noticing how her knuckles were bruised, “Did you get into a fight?”

“What?” She glanced at her hand, giving a good natured shake of her head at his abilities. “No- well, kind of. I was sparring with Sam and accidentally punched him square in the jaw.”

He chuckled, “That’s my girlfriend.” Not noticing how she frowned at the term.

Now that his eyes were open, his brain leaped back at the chance to pick up on things.

Small smudge of mascara under her right eye (probably missed it when washing her face), a few crumbs above Gus’ lips, dog hair on the hoodie sleeve.

He groaned as a sharp pain erupted in his head, vision blurring and stomach churning dangerously.

“Shawn?” Juliet’s voice was worried and he soon found her sitting next to him, guiding his head to her lap. She shushed him, beginning to run her fingers through his hair. “I need you to stop thinking, okay? Just focus on my hands.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he relaxed, allowing himself to fixate on her and only her. He felt warm and safe in her arms, her presence always serving to be a beacon in his crazy mind. Honestly he couldn’t imagine life without her, ever since he walked into that dinner nine years ago she had become a permanent staple in his life. He loved her so much it made his heart hurt. Even though the idea of marriage still terrified him, he knew deep down that he didn’t want to marry anyone else but her.

“I love you,” He muttered, reaching up to squeeze her hand.

“I love you too Shawn,” He could hear the soft smile in her voice, “Get some rest.”

He snuggled deeper, a small smile on his lips. Her hands would occasionally drift over to his temples, rubbing where the earmuffs weren’t situated. It was very calming and soon he felt sleep begin to overtake him.

Somewhere between Judas Priest and Holy Driver he heard a groan- and not from the music. It dragged him out of his sleep. Vision blurry and head foggy, he cracked open his eyes. The groan sounded again. He barely registered Juliet’s hand pausing it’s soothing motion and her concerned voice, instead his eyes were on his best friend. Gus was clutching his side, the color draining out of this face.

Jerking upright, he ignored how his head throbbed. “Gus? You okay?”

There was no answer as Gus’ eyes rolled back and he pitched forward, landing on the ground with a heavy thud.

“Gus!” Shawn and Juliet yelled in unison.

In a flash they were both at his side, Juliet’s fingers on his neck and his hand being held tightly by Shawn. “He’s still alive, I’ll call an ambulance.”

Memories flashed through Shawn while his mind burned.

A large crowd, pain in his side, sweating, collapsing, a white room.

He should have noticed sooner, should have seen the signs. If it wasn’t for his headache-

“I think his appendix burst.” He all but shouted, words tumbling out of his mouth. This was all his fault, he should have noticed, he was trained for this for pete’s sake. The one thing he was good at was picking up on information, little things that most people didn’t notice.

He had failed Gus.

Looking back, he remembered the time between Gus collapsing and the ambulance coming so clearly but in the middle of it all, it frankly felt like a blur of regret and blame and worry.

As he watched Gus’ unconscious body being loaded into the ambulance, his hands shook, tears threatening to fall. Juliet grabbed his hand, beginning to lead him to her car. The paramedics only had room for one person but selfishly he needed Juliet to be his rock. He wasn’t sure if he could hold on without her.

She squeezed his hand, wide, worried eyes gazing up at him. “He’ll be okay.”

Nodding mutely, he followed her to the car. All he could hope was that she would be right.

[dragonnan]

WIP Challenge

WIP Challenge!! Tell your blog the titles of all the WIPs you are currently working on right now and a little about them and then tag five other writers.Another posting challenge I saw that appeals to meTagged by: nobodyDisclaimer: I'm only "actively" working on a handful of these.  I deeply want to finish all of them but some that have lingered for years are of a lower priority.  I also can't write for more than 2 fandoms at any given time and right now the two that interest me are MCU related and Sherlock.

1.  Sed Diabolus (MCU)

Takes place soon after Endgame.  Due to the nature of the multiverse it is both compliant and non-compliant to the film as well as being both a fix-it as well as making shit significantly worse.  The story is structured around Peter Parker - who returned, with everyone else, with the snap that restored everyone to life.  The difference is that he won't wake up.  Meanwhile, in another universe, Peter Parker has recently returned from from Europe.  Left to skulk around Queens at night, now that his identity has been revealed, he is feeling more lost than ever before.  Meanwhile Doctor Strange, back in the other universe, has been called upon to rescue the comatose Peter - and a startling truth is revealed!  What will it take to restore Peter once again?  Worse still, an old enemy of Stephen's has returned.  And a new enemy threatens to destroy everything they'd won with the defeat of Thanos.

2. Avengers: New Beginnings (MCU)

This is also an Endgame fix-it.  This is actually the first fix-it idea I had but then @kitcat992 and I started brainstorming Diabolus and I got extremely side-tracked.  In this one, the focus is more specifically on Tony Stark and the fact that he's been having horrific nightmares.  The thing is, according to Stephen Strange, they aren't nightmares but memories that come from another universe.  The story will involve repairing the fractures in the universe caused by the use of the gauntlet as well as looking at the various Avengers as the go forward from the defeat of Thanos.  There will also be the introduction of Kamala Khan and how, exactly, her powers came to be.

3. The Fire in Which We Burn (Sherlock)

Molly Hooper-centric.  Set immediately after TFP (with a thick dose of establishing history in the first chapter).  In essence this story developed from the question "what was upsetting Molly just before Sherlock made That Call"?  It also provides context for how she could go from speaking about Tom in glowing terms during TEH to stabbing his hand in TST.  Snatching back terminology from the jaws of obscurity this story relights on a ton of UST (unresolved sexual tension for the fandom young).  There is also a lot of Mycroft and Anthea involvement.  As to the actual story-line it involves an ex of Molly's who got dangerous.  The story will be about her dealing with said ex and the shit going on between herself and Sherlock.  Is anything salvageable from all of this?  Is it even worth discussing?  

4. Oompa Loompa Doom-Pa-Dee-Die (Psych)

Originally this story was part of a huge Virtual 9th Season set after the end of the series.  Myself and about 6 or 7 other writers had plotted out in tremendous detail a connected story arc that would carry through 8 episodes (originally 16).  This story was set to be the 5th episode.  Sadly, after many years of trying to make the VS happen, I finally contacted the various writers and we agreed to let it go.  However, as this story was fully plotted and was a bit of writing that I remain very proud of, I reworked it to function as a stand-alone story.  Basically, Shawn and Gus end up finding themselves involved in a murder investigation at a chocolate factory.  As is likely evident from the title, the themes in this fic draw very heavily from the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory film.  There are actually two rival chocolate factories run by two sisters who have been rivals since their youth.  Their father, the former owner of the first factory, is fan-cast as, of course, Gene Wilder.  There are a lot of mysterious elements, humor, and hopefully a decent twist by the end.

5. Simon and Simon and Psych (Psych and Simon & Simon crossover)

In spite of letting this thing linger so long I’m actually pretty excited about it still.  The basic story plot is that Rick and AJ Simon travel to Santa Barbara so that AJ can compete in the annual (and real) half marathon.  Of course things go sideways when Rick gets caught up in a drug trafficking scheme with him as the accused.  To make matters worse, Shawn, Gus, and AJ all get caught and kidnapped while investigating the drug traffickers.  The one thing I’m especially excited about this story is bringing Rick and AJ into modern times with a few changes to their personal history.  It’s a lot of fun having them banter about websites and politics and stuff of that nature.

6. The Big Stink (Supernatural)

My very first foray into fanfic for this fandom I started this thing years ago when I had already become frustrated by the direction of the series.  I wanted to recapture what had originally made me love the show and that was the story of two brothers fighting monsters - no more no less.  The story is built around Dean being cursed to constantly have a terrible smell in his nose - which also affects his sense of taste.  While initially humorous the side effects of something like that become gradually worse as if not only makes eating and drinking awful but also leaves him constantly nauseous.  The story is about the boys backtracking their movements to figure out who or what put the whammy on Dean as well as trying to work out how to break the curse.  

7. Asgårdsreia (HTTYD)

Right off the bat I made the mistake of starting this fic before properly plotting out the story first - thus the initial reason why it was left hanging.  Then the third film hit with its swath of disappointment and I’ve been somewhat less than eager to get back to it.  So the story, as it stands, is that the Viking clan is in the midst of celebrating Fyr Bal (basically “fire festival”).  Most of the clans join together at this time with each clan taking a turn to host on their year.  That year it’s Berk’s turn to host - much to Hiccup’s dismay.  He’s especially off-put by certain visiting clans eyeing him like a side of beef for their eligible daughters.  So, needing some escape, he takes Toothless out to survey some unexplored islands in search of new dragon species (basically the typical shit he’s been getting up to in Race to the Edge as well as the second movie).  Things go severely awry, however, when he comes across some dragon hunters and is hit with a bolo - breaking his left leg and making it impossible to operate the pedal used to fly Toothless.  Forced to shift on his side and fly by using one hand on the pedal, he and Toothless eventually crash land on a deserted island.  Now, badly injured and with no way to escape, they’re forced to run from the dragon hunters who followed in their wake.  

Tagging: @hanuko @ceruleanmindpalace @kitcat992 @sgam76 @mizjoely @ariaadagio @aelaer    

[mockingjayne12]

Take Your Time

(Shules / Psych Fic)

“Hmm,” Juliet sighs, blowing her stray blonde tendrils out of her face, before snuggling further behind her into Shawn.  The warm green Snuggie encapsulating them both, creating a cocoon of support between the two.  His body is folded over her’s, both their arms through the arm holes, her fingers clinging to his wrist, bringing their entwined arms to rest against her chest.

The stress of the day was finally settling into her body, and she’s exhausted.  His scruff tickles her cheek as he rubs his face against her, his breath casting a stream of air over her, and she squeezes his arm just a little closer to her heart.

A quiet has settled over them.  The excitement from earlier having worn off, leaving them with just their thoughts, and neither of them seemed to be too eager to speak, instead having gone home, the long car ride spent mostly in silence, which was unusual for Shawn.  She’d tried to start up a conversation several times, and had been met with a one word answer, if that, not rudely, just as if he was too busy contemplating the day, processing everything that had happened.

She can feel herself drifting off to sleep, the beat of his heart hitting her back, rattling off her ribs, until they were synced, their air measured in the same breath.

“You asleep?” She hears, her eyes not yet fluttering open, waiting for his next words.

“Yes,” she hums, exhausted eyes screaming, and she can feel the huff of his laugh.  He seems to hesitate, his finger moving to trace the ring on her finger, the one he’d placed there after years of searching.  If fiancée was a word he rarely, if ever, used, wife was the word he muttered the most throughout the day, seemingly never missing the chance to tell the world he was married to her.  A quiet smile appears on her lips thinking of how proudly he’d taken the title of husband.

And as his wife, she knows something is eating at him, so she waits, letting him gather the thoughts that had clearly been ruminating around in that mind of his since they’d left Santa Barbara.

“It’s never going to be just the three of us again,” he finally says, the wonder in his voice mixed with a hint of disbelief.  It’s not what she had been expecting, although to be honest, she wasn’t sure what he was going to say most of the time.

“The three of us?”  Her voice going up at the end, the thought of their we, us, turning into three.

“Yeah, you, me, and Gus,” he states, as if that’s obvious, and she nearly shakes her head thinking of them that way.

“He’ll be a good dad,” she replies, his finger still tracing the ring.

“He was made to be a dad,” he says, as if stating the obvious, a fact.  “Still, it’s…”

“Crazy,” she finishes for him, and feels him nodding into her.  Opening her eyes, a squint comes to her brow.  “Crazier than thinking it was our baby the whole day?” She says with an air of teasing, but the question is not really a joking matter.  And he doesn’t laugh.

Pulling away from him, he stills, as if in shock, and she untwists herself from her position, nearly tossing herself out of the bed, except his hands have moved to her waist, steadying her.  Twisting around, she comes to meet his face, a soft smile spread across her lips and she looks into his hazel eyes.

Her hands move up the t-shirt he’s wearing until they meets his face, her fingers pricked on the stubble, her thumb coming to trace the grin that’s appeared on his lip, and they purse, placing a kiss on her fingertips.

“When you said…you weren’t upset about the kid thing…” He trails off, and she scrunches her face, unsure where he’s going with his train of thought.  Remembering his very real sigh of relief at finding out that it wasn’t her pregnancy test, not his baby, but his best friend’s.

“Yeah…” she urges, not wanting to push him.

“Did you mean it?” His eyes cast down, pulling her closer, his hands on the small of her back, until she’s flush against him.

“Yes,” she answers without having to think, because she knows that she wasn’t upset, in that moment.

“Right, good, yeah, because that’s…yep,” he says, his rambling nerves hitting her in the chest with her answer.

“Shawn,” she sighs.

“I was just double checking, because you never can be too sure, and I just wanted to me sure you were okay, because me,” he says in a nasally high pitched voice she’s heard plenty of times.  “I feel great about it.  110% sure that I feel…great.”

She’s not really sure where this is coming from, the man who had told her in their proposal that he’d be about sixty when he’d be ready for kids, the one who had actually cringed in horror at thinking she was about to tell him she was pregnant was now fumbling with his words, continuing to bring up the subject.

“I’d be terrible at it anyway,” he throws out there, and she stills, grabbing his face between her hands, silencing him, the green of his eyes focusing on the blue that was quickly turning into something of a pool of emotion with his admission.  

With an amused sigh, she closes her eyes, only for them to flutter open to his forlorn expression.

“Shawn,” her thumb strokes his cheek, her face turning into that of an almost pout.  “You jumped in front of a gun to protect me…and our baby.”

His eyes grow wide, glancing down at her stomach.

“I’m not pregnant,” she says again for what has felt like way too many times in one day.

He shrugs, as if needing that confirmation again.

“But you didn’t know that.”

“I’d heard it both ways,” he half-heartedly throws in there.

“Shawn, you are already an amazing dad to a child that doesn’t even exist…yet,” she adds, with a grin.

“I umm, I don’t want to fail at this,” he says, as if echoing something he’d been harboring within himself.  And there it is, the fear that had clearly been eating at him all day.  He wasn’t so much afraid of having a kid with her, but that he’d somehow fail as a father.

“You won’t,” she assures him, her arms coming to wrap around his neck, her finger thumbing through the short hairs at his neck, her forehead coming to rest on his own.  “What kid wouldn’t want jelly beans every night for dinner?” She asks, her mouth impossibly close to his own, so it comes out as a whisper, but one that has him smiling against her.

“Not our kid,” he murmurs, as if voicing the future into reality.  They’d talked about kids, in passing, the idea of them always something they agreed they wanted, but never really brought it up seriously.  Until now.

“Definitely not,” she grins, the thought of their baby, what it would look like, if he or she would inherit their father’s mind, weighing deeply in the pit of her stomach, sprouting to her heart, wrapping the idea with an emotion of want.

“Is anyone ever really ready?” He asks, and she shrugs, before they both say.

Gus.

“I mean, we’ve got a two year gestation before…”

She shakes her head with an amused smirk..

“Not how that works,” her nose tickling his own with the scrunch of her face.

“Hmm, you sure?  Because…”

“Shawn…what are you trying to say?”

He moves his hand, grasping her right hand, the one he’s always holding onto, and kisses her knuckles.

“I’m saying…maybe…we…think about…”

“Trying?” She finishes for him, and she feels her heart stutter at the thought of making this real.

“Or we start with a dog, I remember promising you a fleet,” he raises his brow at her, his thumb trailing over her knuckles, dipping and rising.

A huge smile lights up her face, the kind where he can see nearly all her teeth, nodding enthusiastically.

“Yes, I will get a dog with you,” she scrunches her nose again, kissing him with a promise, before burying her face in his neck.  “My person,” she sighs, breathing him in.

“Just promise me one thing,” he says with a serious tone.  She hums into his neck.  “You’ll tell me immediately, you know, when Tiny Little Jules does…exist.”

“Promise,” she sighs into him.  “And until then…”

“We practice,” he groans, covering her in kisses until her laughter fills the room, the promise of that sound coming from their baby someday enough for now.

[lozenger8]

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not to turn the tables but what are some good lighthearted murder mysteries?!

The classic and well-known Midsomer Murders is something I think of as quintesential lighthearted murder mystery. It’s as much of a comfort watch as a murder mystery can be, I’d say. (With the caveat that some episodes are gorier/bloodier/darker than others.) Each episode is an hour and a half long and the mysteries are often the kind you can figure out as you go along, so you gain a sense of superiority over the characters. My favourite seasons are the ones with DS Jones, but all of the main character’s companions have been lovely. There are usually some great performances and nice comedy beats through the episodes.

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries is excellent. I preferred when we had more of an episodic season rather than the serial we got in the first season, but it’s seriously great. Melbourne in the 1920s? Yes, please. Several hour-long episodes each season? Yes, please! Also, Phryne in the TV series is perfection; she’s empathetic, strong-willed, devilish, stunningly sexy, and who I want to grow up to be.

Brokenwood Mysteries is also excellent. Do you like Midsomer Murders and/or Miss Fisher? Do you wish the accents were a little more evil? Do you want a recurring cast of characters among the witnesses rather than a complete new set of people every episode? This New Zealand murder mysteries series is for you. There are only 4 episodes a season, but like Midsomer, they’re an hour and a half long each. Also, Mike/Jared, guys. Mike/Jared.

Psych is also also excellent. It is The Mentalist, before The Mentalist existed, except Shawn is trying to convince everyone he is psychic, apart from his best friend Gus, who knows he’s not. Instead, Shawn has an eidetic memory and is the son of a cop. Also, Shawn is shippable with everyone. He’s a character who should have been canon bi, because he’s so bi. These episodes are 45 minutes long and some of the plots are am-ay-ay-ayzing. James Roday is criminally underrated as an actor. Somehow, even though you could come away finding Shawn the most obnoxious character ever, you end up loving him and finding his antics endearing most of the time. 

Poirot is probably where my love for this genre started. I’m not talking about the telemovies they ended up with, but the first three seasons of 45 min to hour long episodes with David Suchet. Ms. Lemon, DCI Japp and Hastings are perfection and each episode is a little pocket of joy. Not all of the episodes are closely adapted from Agatha Christie’s work and I honestly think the show’s better for it. I liked the Suchet telemovies, don’t get me wrong, but they don’t all have the same sparkle as the episodic TV show.

[psychokillermp4]

I was tagged by actual angel @dykearchie hi can you tell I’m catching up on all the posts I was tagged in djkhfkdjkd 

rules: pick 5 shows, then answer the following questions (don’t cheat) & tag people

That’s 70s show

Psych 

On My Block

New Girl

Riverdale

sticking this under a read more so it’s not too long but i’m tagging @pattyblumuris @unhaler @lauraharrier @michelllejones @zesty-boi @shoesicannotwalkin @thotfuss​ and anyone else who wants to do this! No pressure!

who is your favorite character in 2?

mmmmm Shawn... but Gus is his other half so...

who is your least favorite character in 1?

Fez, Yikes

what is your favorite episode of 4?

 So many but prob S.4 Ep.6 Background check, when that cop is doing a background check on Winston and Jess and co. think there’s meth in the apartment. I literally put it on when I’m sad and need a laugh or S.2 Ep.15 Cooler, bc Nick and Jess 🥰

what is your favorite season of 5?

uhh S1 or the second half of S2 like eps.18-22 FUCK

who is your favorite couple in 3?

Monse and Cesar, Jamal and the roller world money ajskdhkjdf

who is your favorite couple in 2?

Shawn and Juliette!

what is your favorite episode of 1?

ooo idk if I had to pick one maybe “Jackie bags Hyde” bc I’m soft for Hyde punching the dude who calls her a bitch at the barbeque or the episode where he takes her to the prom even though he hates her, but also mainly all of s5 skjdhsdkfjdhff

what is your favorite episode of 5?

oddly enough s1 ep.2 bc that ending when the core four all sit in the booth together at Pop’s for the first time and Trouble by Cage the Elephant starts playing was the moment I first got hooked by the show.

what is your favorite season of 2?

Every season slaps but I’d go with Season 5

how long have you watched 1?

I literally grew up watching it, I couldn’t tell you when I watched it for the first time so, a long time

how did you become interested in 3?

I came across it on Netflix when it first came out and watched the trailer. They said Latinos and coming of age in L.A. and I was THERE. Catch me stanning Latino representation till the day I die babey

who is your favorite actor in 4?

I’m in love with Zooey Deschanel but I’d pick Jake Johnson who outsold. but honestly the whole cast was good like Max Greenfield brought the range and Lamorne Morris was SO funny, where’s his emmy?

which do you prefer: 1, 2, or 5?

oof I’d have to go with Psych bc s8 of that’s 70s show doesn’t exist, sorry to Riverdale but don’t step to the classics

which show have you seen more episodes of: 1 or 3?

That’s 70s show bc it has more episodes but I have seen all of On my Block

if you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Jess. I’ve had a couple of people tell me she reminds them of me in personality, her wardrobe is SO cute, and I too am in love with Nick Miller so. we are the same.

would a crossover between 3 and 4 work?

mmmm not at all

pair two characters in 1 who would make an unlikely but okay couple

uhhhhh idk maybe Donna and Hyde??? oh or Fez and Kelso!

overall, which has the better storyline: 3 or 5?

oh god On my Block, no contest fdjgflgfdjkljdf

which has the better theme music, 2 or 4?

Psych for sure!!! Bro when they do a different version to fit the vibes of the episode 🥺 ICONIC, always a bop