They Are 2 Geniusses Who Make A Conscious Decision To Be Idiots

Update: i have bought us matching pineapple earings. She has yet to wear them.

Me and my bff always argue about who is shawn and who is gus in oir friendship. It usually goes like this:

Her: what if i said i had to work tomorrow

Me: Then i would be all alone:(

Her: it would be like leaving gus alone without shawn.

Me: you mean shawn without gus.

Her: said the liar.

Me: not.

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Me and my bff always argue about who is shawn and who is gus in oir friendship. It usually goes like this:

Her: what if i said i had to work tomorrow

Me: Then i would be all alone:(

Her: it would be like leaving gus alone without shawn.

Me: you mean shawn without gus.

Her: said the liar.

Me: not.

This is so incredibly real of u and i have the same issue. Except i Just don't have the patience. HELP

I can’t write psych fanfic bc I just don’t have the correct voices in my head (not like that) but I do have ideas. Thinking of sharing them with the world in hopes that someone else will write it for me

Having gay sex would have solved half their issues i think

If I had to describe psych to someone, I'd tell them that it's a show about a dude, who's just a guy, that happens to be scamming his local police department, meanwhile having sexual tension with everyone around him; namely, one Carlton Lassiter

What was i on?!?!?

Translation: zom-b apocalyps but with ostriches

So real.

I love you.

hi unpopular opinion, feel free to roast me, but i hate juliet x gus so much actually. i either love or am indifferent to like every other ship in this show (((and im only 6 seasons in so maybe something happens later on that'll change my mind))) but it just feels like theres nothing there and it's just like "oh who's left over after shassie"

do you think he's their son

OMG. This is incredible!!! I think you may have read my mind.

quick little drabble based on @famkoe's prompt: the chief has reluctantly approved an undercover mission starring lassiter. Lassiter is determend to show how great he is at this. Shawn is Just confused about why lassie Just walked into his favourite gay bar.(shassie)

Sean was two drinks in on the dance floor. His shirt had mysteriously unbuttoned itself and the DJ was halfway through [music]. And the edges of his world were starting to get fuzzy just the way he likes them.

gus had refused to come tonight on account of "there are never any girls at that place"to which Sean pointed out

"Gus, don't be a limp piece of confetti in the morning after a birthday party. that's the point buddy. no girls just men. And some boys. A fair few lads as well. Come on. We see girls all the time. "

unfortunately, Sean had lost that argument, and so it was forced to face the gay club alone. :(. he was working to rectify that situation, settling up to a taller man With an umbrella in his cup, when something caught Sean's eye.

He tilted his head and squinted – inwardly smiling at what Gus's reaction would've been – and focused on the shoes he could just make out from behind a throng of people across the bar.

he recognized those dark brown men's casual loafers from somewhere. Flipping for his memory, he realized they were the same shoes Lassie have been wearing that day at the police station.

Sean abruptly left the conversation he had been half paying attention to holding up a finger in the direction of tight pants. he hurried over to the crowd of people and yes. It was detective Carlton Lassiter.

well, Carlton Lassiter yes. Detective? Sean had never seen a detective wearing nothing but a tight green mesh top and Jean shorts with a bandanna in both back pockets. Lassie's back was pressed up against a bar, overwhelmed by the five men all crowding around him, trying to buy him drinks. Sean grabbed his elbow and said loudly "come on Ted. Let's get you home. " And turn it to the nearest bathroom.

when they reached the men's room shawn pulled carlton through the door as 2 other men stumbled out, far more inebriated that shawn was.

"spencer what the hell are you doing here? i won't have you blowing my cover just because the chief wouldn't put you on the bone street case." lassie hissed at him while checking under the stall doors for eves-droppers

"bone street? blow your cover? lassie i was just dancing when i saw those horrible shoes, i mean, seriously man, who wears boat shoes to a night out? don't answer that i have a better question, how did it work?? those twinks were crawling all over you maybe i should dress like it's my uncle's wedding next time"

"they're not boat shoes spencer they're men's casual shoes. they go with any outfit even..." lassiter looked down and looped a finger around a black and gold string of his shirt "this thing" he finished

shawn looked down at the taller man's shirt, unable to stop staring at the waves of salt and pepper hair tangled in the tight garment

"shawn!" he yelled. shawn looked up, getting the feeling his name had been said several times.

just then a knock came at the door and the two made eye contact, lassiter determined and shawn mischievous.

before the detective could say anything shawn said

"lassie do you trust me?"

"no."

"well, you can't be hiding a gun in those shorts and we're on my turf so just follow my lead" he said quickly as the door handle turned

"i- what? sha-" lassiter spluttered as shawn stood on his tiptoes to meet his lips

as their mouths touched shawn pushed him to the wall, one hand up by his face, pinning him in and the other slipped underneath the waistband of the jean shorts by carlton's hip.

shawn broke the kiss for a split second as the door was opening to hiss "hands on my ass big boy"

carlton complied, not entirely sure if he liked being called a big boy but the zing that went through his body as he awkwardly grabbed shawn's but was undeniable.

through the rushing in his ears lassiter could hear a quiet chuckle from the door way and a man say "i'll just use the ladies' then" before the door closed

expecting shawn to stop he put his hands down, but instead shawn's teeth moved lower to meet his ear. in a moment he would deny later, carlton closed his eyes, waiting for shawn to kiss his neck, but instead shawn whispered in a jovial and seductive tone "by the way, ted, the guy in the with the orange shirt who was trying to buy you a whiskey killed that girl two weeks ago. you might want to bring him in for questioning" before walking out the door and back onto the dance floor, leaving carlton reeling

Autistic dad(bobby) and adhd son(buck)

Also exposing myself as 911 Stan.

i’ve seen too many people only headcanon buck as being autistic when bobby — who has the most autistic gaze i have ever seen in my life — is right there, hyperfocusing on the right amount of cocoa powder to add to his recipe