PSYCH !!

indie shawn spencer. under heavy construction.

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           gaze catches the shawn spencer laying on his floor, brow raised. the shoe not currently occupied by the psychic’s idle fingers is easily slipped off with nimble digits of his own & set aside for the next morning. his palms promptly move to ( softly –– sort of ) smack shawn’s away, in order to take off the opposite shoe.  ❛ & you’re wrong again, spencer. my day was just great without you. ❜ 

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          ❛ spirits are tellin’ me that you’re a liar liar, pants on fire, ❜ shawn responds, tone mimicking that of a third-grader’s ( per usual ), portrayal complete with a snide grin. ❛ your day... sucked. nobody refilled the toner in the printer. then panera screwed up your order. and then jules finished up the martinez case for you, when it was rightfully yours. she probably took it from you because you were a bit distracted thinking of me all day. how right am i ?? ❜

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                                   ‘ It’s Albuquerque, and it’s in New                                      Mexico—— no you HAVEN’T                                      heard it both ways. ’

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         ❛ Albuquerque, Abaquerque ————            yes, I HAVE. The point is there’s a case            there. A really, really cool case, with a really,            really cool serial killer. ❜

[alderaanheir]

WHO’S PRINCESS LEIA ??

        princess leia’s his sister… and they shag all the time. — gavin free, 2015.

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           the urge to roll his eyes is all too great, but carlton’s not sure what it’s worth if shawn can’t actually see the gesture of annoyance. instead, he decides to settle for an irritated exhale, & moves to sit atop the bed’s duvet, nimble digits unlacing his shoes.  ❛ au contraire –– i am not dying to see you. so, suit yourself & stay under there ––– i don’t care. ❜

[fakedpsychic-blog]

        ❛ well, that’s a lie if i’ve ever heard one, ❜ is the scoffed response. still, simply for the sake of seeing lassiter, shawn slides his body from underneath, though he does maintain his place on the carpet. limbs sprawl out next to the other pair of feet, one hand stretching out to idly play with the loosening shoelaces. ❛ admit it ———— your day was just awful without me hangin’ around the station. i know, i know, & i apologize. i’ll be back tomorrow morning, six o’clock on the dot. ❜

[fakedpsychic-blog]

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          ———— are you a fan of delicious flavor ??

[justicedriven-blog]

                       ❛ shawn, i know you’re under there. ❜  he knew from the moment he laid eyes upon the ( undeniably a musical, cinematic masterpiece ) dvd left on his counter ––– since he hasn’t watched grease for a month or two. not to mention, the idiot’s foot was poking out from underneath the bedskirt, & he’d recognize those shoes anywhere.

[fakedpsychic-blog]

           always on the ready to combat whatever lassiter would throw at him, a ❛ no, you don’t!! ❜ automatically slipped from lips previously holding careful breath. crap. despite his cover being completely blown, he remained in his curiously comfortable position under the bed. ❛ i’m not moving, ❜ he called out to the other. ❛ if you’re just dying to see me, and i won’t blame you if you are, you’re gonna have to get down here. ❜

[afakepsychic]

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          ———— he is 100% not hiding under lassie’s bed while he waits for him to come home. there’s no evidence he’s even broken in, save for the grease dvd set he’s accidentally left upon the kitchen counter.

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[fakedpsychic-blog]

that’s my daddy.