𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚄𝙿 & 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴 ! private carlton lassiter of usa’s psych , loved by shelbi . originally established 2015 , rebooted 2019 .
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𝚆𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝚄𝙿 & 𝚂𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙴 ! private carlton lassiter of usa’s psych , loved by shelbi . originally established 2015 , rebooted 2019 .
reboot/revamp coming soon !!!
it appears i am all out of fucks to give. let me just check the afm (automated fucks machine) and– oh! it seems the machine is also out of fucks to give! my entire fucks account is barren! let me try to apply for a fucks loan– wait! the bank is also completely out of fucks to give! it appears we have entered into a fucks recession. everyone is out of fucks. there is literally not a single fuck to be had.
Send me ₩ for my muse to sit in your muse's lap
i, personally, would love to calm down, and yet
❛ –––– do i know you? ❜ usually, there’s some form of apology starting an inquiry like that, but he spares the unnecessary formality. instead, his tone is curt & straight to the point.
@frenchbcauty // liked for a starter forever ago.
fakedpsychic.
❛ 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 ?? ❜
he sighs –– more or less ‘ accidentally ’ audible. of course spencer ( somehow ) managed to guess the events of his day. spare the last part. work is far too stressful to be daydreaming like some pansy. his day did suck, as shawn so admirably put it. & that is the exact reason he’s slipped his suit jacket off & wrenching his tie loose –– the buttons on his shirt are next. ❛ ––––––––– have you been spying on me again? ❜ comes with the usual snark, but with an unusual playful sort of spinoff.
vorxkoroleva.
“Any reason you want me wired up?”
“Also, didn’t they recently proven that polygraph tests cannot be held as accountable evidence towards a crime?”
❛ you’re right –– they’re not accountable evidence. consider just satisfying my curiosity. ❜
me [angrily yet softly, through gritted teeth, while crying]: i love to write
combatsituation.
❛ i’ll suck your dick if you don’t arrest me. WHAT?! everyone wants their dick sucked. ❜
handcuffs are wryly pulled from his belt; his patience thin. ❛ alright ––– that’s it. you & i are taking a little trip down town. ❜
talkstotwigs.
“says who?” she asks, only sparing a fleeting glance at the other as he approaches before she continues sifting through the documents. “ — ’cause ‘m authorised an’ everythin’, actually, so…” that’s a blatant lie, and rose makes no move to reach for any form of identification to further validate her claim just yet. hopefully, she’s improving when it comes to stalling. ( keep him talking, provide enough information to keep him satisfied while simultaneously withholding the more important bits, and keep on working. ) eyes continue skimming through the files –the information had to be here; it had to–, her progress unimpeded by his interruption. “what’re y’looking for, then? I’ll help.”
disbelief is written quite plainly upon his face, with little effort put towards concealing it behind a facade. even despite so, carlton doesn’t voice his pending inquiries just yet. thumbs hook ‘round the foremost belt loops on his slacks, weight shifting to a single foot for slightly splayed hips. briefly, his own gaze attempts to scour the same information she was, but reading the words upside down didn’t exactly help. so, instead, he ignores her question & provides his own: ❛ ––– i haven’t seen you around the station before. who are you? ❜
Despereaux’s arrest in Extradition: British Columbia (Psych, 2009)