"It's a Psych thing."

"All right, I need you to hear me, okay? If you insist on staying involved in this case, there are going to be rules. I was hired by the police department, therefore it is my ass on the line and those rules will be made by me. You are no longer a cop....

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Shawn has been moved to THIS ACCOUNT.

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unrcstricted ;;

She did her best to hide how much in awe the entire psychic thing could still put her in. Which proved difficult as each vision was correct. 

Picking up the case file on her desk, she sighed. Carlton may have faith in ‘good ol’ detective work’,  but Juliet knew they were between a rock and a hard place.  “I did not show you this.” She handed it to him with the slightest of hesitation. “28-year old Candice  Thorne was found murdered in her home. No sign of forced entry and our number one suspect, the live-in boyfriend, has an alibi.”

Jules was always nice about his psychic thing. She was clearly taken in by the act and while he hated lying to her it wasn’t like he could just own up to it now. It made her happy so he’d keep up the charade and help solve crimes.

A grin spread across his face as he grabbed the file and flicked through it. His brain stored the information away so he could remember it later in the guise of a vision. That and it was how his brain worked. He looked in the photo and noticed a small gap of light under one of the cupboards. “I’m getting something!” He exclaimed in his I got a vision voice fingers moving to his temple once again. “There’s a hidden door. We need to find it.”

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eideticrose ;;

His reaction confirmed her initial suspicion and she briefly mulled over making a thing out of this, but then, that wasn’t fair to him. Not if he had grown up living a totally different life, she had no right to go changing that. “Yeah, it’s not every day you meet someone with your last name,” She said with a soft smile, nodding over to the CSI techs. “So you said you knew something? I have to warn you, Agent Fleming is not such a fan of the psychic crowd.”

Shawn had spent a lot of his life trying to prove that he wasn’t related to his Father. All he had done was get injured doing this and have the older Spencer shout at him. "Especially one as amazing as Spencer. If you don’t look at my Dad who while a great cop is not a great anything else.” He dramatically moved his fingers to touch his temple in his classic psychic pose. “The spirits are telling me that you’re looking for a guy with hiking boots...” He could see a footprint in the mud outside the window. “...He’s athletic...” The crime scene was on the second floor. “AND...He’s driving a pick-up truck.” He’d managed to convince the woman who owned the store next door to let him look over their surveillance tapes under the guise of looking for a missing cat and had seen the car leave around the time of the murder if you factored in climbing out a window.

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eideticrose ;;

“Wow, listen to all of this sass. I’m guessing someone doesn’t want a candy apple…”

“I want a DNA test! No way someone who can channel Lassie’s evil vibes is related to me. Or this is the final evidence I need to prove that you’re Dad’s only biological child and I was kidnapped from Gus’ family.”

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cellophanekids ;;

Sure Lydia had never actually believed in any of the nonsense Shawn had spewed about spirits and this and that, but after everything they’d been though she hadn’t once wanted it to go away. Wanting things is something else entirely though, and she knows that, so instead of being dazed by the news that he’s a ‘fraud’ like the rest of them she had gone looking for him.

So after looking just about everywhere else, she finally decides to check his place. Bingo.

“Hey yourself,” she hasn’t really given much thought as to what she’s gonna say since she’s been more concerned with finding him. “U-um you ok– what are you doing with that pineapple?” The thing was distracting enough considering everything that had blown over that that, she was no master observer but since she was already at an angle when he had decided to open the door she noticed it.

Shawn knew that people were looking for him. His phone was buzzing every few minutes with a phone call from either Jules, Lassie or the Chief. All wanting to find him. The only thing they’d said after it had been revealed was that they wouldn’t press charges for fraud because of his record. Didn’t mean they wouldn’t shoot him.

Though Lydia looking for him was a pleasant surprise. Maybe he’d give her his new number once he skipped town. He dropped the pineapple in his bag. Got to have manganese for the road. “I thought you were Lassie.” Shawn didn’t have a gun he could use as a weapon despite being highly proficient in using them.

[capandshellhead]

get to know me meme | favorite friendships [3/5] → I guess that what I’m saying is: I’m sorry, Gus. I’m sorry that I can’t do goodbyes. I tried so hard to tell you, man, I just… I just suck at the real stuff, but you know that. But you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be better than fine. I just can’t help thinking that the only problem that you really had this whole time… is me. And I’ve kept you from the life you deserve, you know: the life that you’ve earned. The life that you’d have if i hadn’t barged into your office 8 years ago and said “we’re gonna play detective… whether you want to or not.” I love you, man. 

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   “You know what? I’m done! You don’t believe me so    what’s the point!?” It was very rare that Shawn couldn’t    handle the prods at his visons or himself as a person.    Only today he’d had a crap day and it was getting worse.    First his Father had added another thing to the my son is    a disappointment list, then Gus shouted at him for interrupting    a meeting, Lassie and Jules had basically said he wasn’t    wanted at the station and now another person was piling it on.

   “I’m going away for a while.” Long enough to clear his head.    Usually he only needed a couple of days but he might extend    it to a week or two. Long enough to get his mind clear and for    everyone to calm down.

[fearlessgusters]

5.07 | Ferry Tale 

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@cellophanekids + Shawn is a fake starter

It hadn’t occurred to Shawn how little he actually owned that he really cared about. Sure he had his bike and some old mementos but most of his favourite things were at Psych. Which was no longer open to him since it had finally come out that he wasn’t a real psychic. He didn’t have long before an angry Lassie would come and shoot him so he was packing up and shipping out.

After all, that was what he was best at.

He paused as he heard someone knock on his door and picked up a nearby pineapple as a weapon as he moved to the door. His face was controlled as he opened the door. “Hey...”

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unrcstricted ;;

Simply sighing as she completely disregarded his interpretation of her.  From what she learned acknowledging any type of goading he does never end well. “I think your vibes are faltering. Carlton and I are doing just fine. Terrific, actually. He is running down a lead as we speak.” It was a lie, of course.  They were drowning, but Carlton was adamant on not involving Shawn.

His eyebrow raised along with a hand to his forehead. With the cover of a vision he could scan ehr desk for proof that he was right.

“I think you’re lying vibes are interfering with my vibes and vibe interference is mean. I can sense...that you’ve been here a while...” Three cups of coffee in the trash. “...You’ve found no clues...” Only one case file on her desk. “AND...Lassie said not to involve me.” That one was a guess but with Lassie he was sure he’d be right.

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cellophanekids ;;

“Right… well then I guess you can thank them for this little surprise then.” she adds as he’s done with his Nicolas Cage quib just before disappearing for a moment and returning with the new bandages. Cleaning up Shawn isn’t anything new, so neither are all the wrong names and just overall Shawnness of this moment. “No, life’s not a board game, now hold still while I take these off,” Lydia has already lifted his shirt up as high as it goes before she pauses, “actually just take off your shirt all together,” she decides it’ll be easier if he does and waits for him to do so as she reaches for some disinfectant. 

“I didn’t foresee one thing. I caught the bad guy though which everyone is forgetting.” That probably was because he had played a game of human wrecking ball. He was lucky he’d been found out by Lydia and not Gus. He would have flipped his magic eight ball head. “If you wanted my shirt off you could have just asked.” He smiled cheekily as he stripped off the item of clothing.

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The only thing I know is this :

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7.09 | Juliet Wears the Pantsuit 

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Like for a starter in my Shawn was found out verse!

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6.03 | This Episode Sucks

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Shawn Spencer + shooting guns (and a sword, for good measure)

@luciferofficial, you called? Shawn shooting guns gifset signed, sealed, and delivered! These are all the times I could think of him shooting; if there are more I forgot, let me know and I can add them!

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unrcstricted ;;

       “What’s with that face?”

   “You mean my face of awesome? I know you need me for a case.    The vibes I’m getting from you are all saying I need handsome    Shawn’s help oh please help me.” His voice went high pitched in his    over dramatic version of her voice.