#double dippin'

[a-gay-bloodmage]

Day 5: Logic Has Not Yet Reached Her

(Merrill x Marian Hawke, Justice x Anders)

Hawke has been invited back to Merrill’s house for Wintersend. She doesn’t want to go alone. As a result, Anders and Justice are dragged along to be spectators to an afternoon of watching their first friend in Kirkwall pine after a blood mage.

Written for the @loveofdragonage and @andersweek2025 events!

[kuroppiii]

helloo sweetie, hope ur okay! could you pretty please write some fluff headcanons abt my boys sho and koushi (separately ofc) having a crush on a fem!brazilian!reader? thanks anyways! good evening ! ! 💕 💕

  baianá ᵕ̈       timeskip!hinata shōyō       x fem!brazilian!reader +       timeskip!sugawara kōshi      x fem!brazilian!readerˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : crushes amidst sand , ⋮⋮  sun , and music in the air

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🎶 on shuffle " the girl from ipanema " - astrud gilberto

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ of course i can ! thank you so much for the request love ♡ it was so much fun researching brazilian culture for this one , so thank you for being the reason why i learned some new things !!! ”

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

brazil arc hinata save us all

you're next door to the place he was posted up for the duration of his stay

you both always end up leaving in the mornings to go about your days at the same time, seeing each other at your front doors

from the first moment he saw you, he just thought you were out of this world pretty

eventually starts greeting you

“bom dia! (good morning!)” [hinata]

then it goes into small talk as the mornings follow one another

it’s like canon he can keep up a decent convo in portuguese

"roupa linda... hoje? (nice outfit... today?)" [hinata]

"obrigada! (thanks!)" [you]

(his face absolutely lights up)

tells you he’s in brazil on beach volleyball training and starts inviting you to the beach to come watch

"if you're not busy! i'm always down there. i'm getting really good!" [hinata]

and not like he would be more of a try hard bc he’s always trying hard when it comes to volleyball...

buttttt if you were there for his games he would always look to you nearby after he scores to make sure you saw him being super cool like that

would even try to show you how to play–specifically serve or set for him–if you don't already know

freudian slip he brushes some sand he spots out of your hair

"sorry you had a little something." [hinata]

"hinata there's literally sand all over me...?" [you]

then it would extend to going out at night as he asks you to show him around (his volleyball mates have already shown him a bunch but he acts dumb so he can hopefully spend more time with you)

if he thought you looked good in your daytime outfits, he thinks you're drop dead gorgeous in your night-out fit (especially if you accessories with metal jewelry or something like that!!)

he gets tongue tied just as badly as when he's trying to speak portuguese

where there’s music, there’s dancing–and hinata really tries to dance brega with you a little bit

he knows he'll be bad, but he hopes that makes you smile (and an excuse to hold you) and besides, he’s actually not too bad! (i have said before i think he can dance when the time calls for it!!)

his volleyball friends have definitely put him onto some brazilian funk as they've played their games on the beach, but he’ll ask if you have any brazilian music recs

if you do, as soon as you go into your respective houses at the end of the night, he’s listening to that religiously u can lowkey hear it through the wall

"did you listen to my recs?" [you]

"sim!!! (yes!!!)" [hinata]

he just thinks you're so cool :((( really wants to impress you at the end of the day!! he hopes you'll think the same way about him

︴sugawara kōshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

it's carnival!!!

sugawara and his friends (the third years) (noya convinced them to go) decided they wanted to be part of the festivities this year!

his group just so happens to bump into you and your friends in the crowd that first night

bro is down bad from the moment he lays eyes on you

like he's sooo gone

his friends catch him staring and they push him to go dance with you amidst the loud music surging through the mass of people

(he gets bumped into you)

"sorry! uh, uh... b-boa noite (good night)? hi– i don't know the, um– dançar (dance)?" [sugawara]

so then maybe there's a little samba here and there–i think he could pull it off! 💃🕺

both of your groups hit it off and you exchange numbers

the next few days you all hang out in the mornings as you and your friends show them around, before reuniting again in the nighttime for the festival activities

genuinely asks if you could teach him some words in portuguese

"how do you say... "beautiful" in portuguese?" [sugawara]

"linda!" [you]

"cool! cool, yeah... good to know– GREAT to know, actually!" [sugawara]

he'll always ask which fruits or foods or drinks are your favorites and is willing to try any you pick out for him

he's not picky or anything not as long as you're around

and i really mean as in any, like if you lied and purposefully picked one you hated for him, he would fake that it was the best thing he's tried in his life

doesn't ever fail in offering to share it with you, though chat is this rizz

"here, have a bite from mine!" [sugawara]

the guy's not too bad with beach football

but he does keep letting the ball drop though bc he can’t stop looking at you 😓

asks you to help put sunscreen on him bc he "burns easily 🥺" 💀💀💀

keeps saying “brazil is so beautiful!” when what he’s really trying to hint at is that YOU are so beautiful

"brazil is so linda!" [sugawara] (he says this looking directly at you and with the stupidest grin on his face)

one afternoon, noya is asking to see what pictures sugawara has taken on this trip so far

reluctantly, sugawara opens up his camera roll

and for some odd reason 🤔 you appear in a lot of them as he swipes through

"is that me again–?" [you]

"noya! isn't there just so many pretty sights here?" [sugawara]

he may or may not go home to their airbnb one night and convinces the rest to stay another week

and the day after the festival is over he may or may not start texting you one-on-one under the guise of "do you want me to send those pictures of you you're in??"

[noctilu-uca]

Hypmic is real i own an abum on cd npw

[muzzledmikey]

scp 5470 save me. scp 5470. save me scp 5470

[whoredyceps]

"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day twenty-four: "i missed you."

ᰔ pairing: din djarin x reader

ᰔ summary: home is where the heart is, and the space cowboy returns to you after a long bounty.

ᰔ author's note: short and sweet today! double din dippin' towards the end here. when i chose the characters to go with these prompts, i didn't realize i double-din'd. sorry not sorry, y'all already know i have a soft spot for the space cowboy ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ womp womp 

ᰔ content warning: grogu appearance (it only took twenty four days into this series), domesticated life, i'm making up my own mandalorian rules

"Come now, Grogu. It is time to rest," you cooed as you kneeled down. A little bundle of green waddled towards your arms, eager as you scooped him up.

While Grogu fought back most nights, this evening was different. You had noticed how sluggish his movements were, and the way his wide eyes seemed to droop. The fact that he wanted to snuggle in your arms before bed was a sure sign that he wouldn't fight his sleep tonight.

"What a fun day," you mumbled. "One too many frogs for my little darling." You rocked the youngling, your hand over his chest to keep him calm. The longer you held him, the heavier he grew. For such a small creature, he could make your arms sore after some time. Still, you held him until he was completely asleep in your arms.

Quiet as could be, you set him in his floating cradle and closed it to keep him asleep. Once you were sure he was settled, you closed the door to his room. You sighed softly to yourself, greeted by the quiet that your small home brought you.

You glanced out one of the windows when you heard something off in the distance. A smile spread across your lips as you rushed for the door. Even after all this time, you still couldn't hold yourself back when Din returned. It was the most overwhelming feeling to know your house would feel like home again.

As soon as Din was near the door, you swung it open with a grin. The sound of his soft chuckle through the modulator made your heart stammer. You quickly moved to the side so he could enter, though it was hard to maintain your composure. From where you stood, you watched as he removed his helmet and his cape.

In moments, he had gone from the Mandalorian, a ruthless and feared bounty hunter, to your husband, a man who betwixted you mind and soul. How you had been so lucky to witness what was beneath the beskar, you weren't sure. He chose you to see what had been hidden away, and you were thankful to bear witness to his transformation.

Before Din got a word out, you lurched forward and kissed him. His chuckle was muffled by your lips on his, as your hands found themselves lost in his dark curls. Your head always seemed to be in the stars, and the only thing that grounded you was his embrace, the way his arms held you so close to him.

"I missed you," you muttered between kisses. You had never been one to hold back your affection. it was something about yourself that you refused to change, and Din seemed to appreciate it. Where he faltered, you thrived.

"I missed you too." Din pulled back only to remove his gloves and the breastplate strapped to his chest. You took it and set it to the side, along with the other pieces of his armor that had been shed.

"You made it back okay? Any wounds?" You asked as you finally inspected his face. Still as beautiful as you remembered— and for it to be only yours to see? How lucky you were.

Din shook his head, the last of the beskar pulled off and put away.

"Only a few warning shots my way, and what did hit was sent straight back to them." He watched you fret with the armor; he saw the strain you put on yourself to not be attached to him. It was hard to not demand his presence when he returned.

"If you were without the beskar, I... I don't even want to entertain the idea," you shook your head. You already worried enough when he was out on a bounty. No need to make it worse with your rampant imagination.

"It's best not to." Din dismissed the thought with a wave of the hand. He grabbed your wrist and tugged you back towards him.

"You're right," you sighed. Some nights, you worried yourself sick over Din's safety. When he was beside you, it was easy to lay on his chest and let his heartbeat be a reminder that he was there. On the nights when he was gone for weeks on end, you swore you'd go mad as you stared at the ceiling.

"I have a tendency to be," Din lightly teased. He kissed you again, this one softer and sweeter. It wasn't as feverish as the one you had greeted him with. Still, it made you melt all the same.

"Are you hungry? I made soup," you offered as you pulled away. The way Din's eyes lit up was answer enough. You chuckled and slipped your hand in his.

"Come on. It's almost ready."

While you had Din home, you'd take advantage of every second you had with him.

[t4yce]

LAZY SUSAN • drag race down under season 4.01 double dippin' runway

[ryo-apologist]

Shiggy's Slutty Lil' Waist

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader

CW: Smut, Minors DNI, I will block your ass, talk about crop tops on men and gray sweatpants. Don't like? Bully me it'll be foreplay <3 /j

AN: I saw a picture of Johnny Depp in a crop top. We all know the one. And yk what? Shiggy has the same slutty lil waist. And so far all three of my posts have been about Shiggy. Will that change? Idk ask me next week. It's my comfort character and I can seek toxic comfort WHEN I WANT-

~Darling XOXO

☾ Shigaraki Tomura has the sluttiest fucking waist.

☾ That's it. That's the post.

☾ No, I'm kidding. I'll elaborate for thirsty whores like me. And Barbie. Shout out to them.

☾ Shigaraki obviously has the fits going for him. Name one outfit he wore that didn't slap. Exactly. You can't. So contrary to what people think, I think Shigaraki takes a bit (Not a lot, do not get me wrong) of care in how he looks. He has an image to maintain after all. How can he be expected to be the big, bad leader of the LOV if he doesn't look like it.

☾ That being said, I think at some point it just comes naturally to him to dress in ways that suit his body.

☾ And we all know he has the body to do so. After he left that big ol' test tube? Did y'all SEE his arch? Fuck man I couldn't arch better if I TRIED. Like,-

☾ Okay before this post turns into a tiktok comment section on the thirstiest of Gojo Edits, let me continue.

☾ My point here, is he probably doesn't dress like we see in the anime all the time. That would get tiring. Drain his mana level if you would. And he needs time to recharge.

☾ So, In this essay post, I'm here to argue that Shigaraki Tomura wears crop tops that barely brush past his nipples to show off his slutty little waist.

☾ You know, the shirts that had a hole in the front? Instead of sewing them like a reasonable man, he rips them from that hole all the way around. Which means his crop tops vary in length. Every single one of them.

☾ And that leaves perfect access for you to wrap your hands around his waist and just hold him like that. He hates it. No, he doesn't.

☾ In all truth, Shigaraki loves the feelings of your hands on his midsection because it's such an intimate place to him. He loves feeling you touch him with no fear, even though he knows the second he's done with you, he's taking those hands and dusting you.

☾ Y'all didn't think I was about to turn my greatest number one villain into a *gasp* nice person, did you? /lh

☾ Sorry, not here. Shigaraki does not do love. Only with me, dw guys I'll treat him right :). He's a man with needs that get in the way of his bigger plans. Sorry, not sorry.

☾ Anyway, trail your hands up his ribs and play with his nipples. Pinch them and roll them between your thumb and forefinger. It buys you another day. Additionally, you get to play with his fat tits.

☾ He has one shirt that he outgrew after his transformation that absolutely hugs his double dee, mommy milking, calcium cannon, honga-bazongas, dippin dots, whatyoudoingouthere withallthattiddies, boinga boinga, bouncing bangers.

☾ This one magically turned into a crop top. It was crazy. Shoutout to whoever put it in the wash to shrink it. They a real one.

☾ It was me.

☾ And it's like that one meme of the guy looking at something with his pecs right there and the lady is just O-O at them. Which...Yeah me too.

☾ Anyway, he wears it all the time because he's convinced it still fits.

☾ Play with his...pecs... through the shirt. He has the most sensitive nipples and it just brushes against them just right and...He likes it is all I'm gonna say.

☾ Now, I know what we're all thinking, 'Darling, what about the pants?' And Darling's got you, baby cakes.

☾ I only tease in the bedroom :)

☾ Grey sweatpants season is EVERY season for this man. He's got like three pairs he cycles through. Kurogiri HATES them. He tries to throw them out and replace them with sensible jeans or slacks.

☾ Never works. He's like a raccoon with stocks of them EVERYWHERE.

☾ Anyway, so he's got his gray sweats and his slutty little crop tops. Let me paint this picture for Y'all.

☾ Shigaraki Tomura wearing a tight white t-shirt that's shrunk into a crop top, clinging to his chest as he stretches his arms above his head, biceps straining against the fabric. His toned abdomen is constricting with his every breath of his, on full display along with the angles of his slutty lil' waist. Your eyes follow down to his belly button and following the trail of white hairs that lead to his v-line, the waistband of his pants just barely clinging to his hips but hugging the delicious outline of his cock, which, while even flaccid, is enough to make anyone drool.

☾ Y'all seeing the vision now? Because I do.

☾ I'm seeing the vision. I'm salivating over the vision. I'm ready to turn into a Gojo fan girl at this point. Like I'm drooling. No lube. No protection. No-

☾ And if you start playing with his tits like this? In this outfit?

☾ He's trying to swat you away, you're getting in the way of his game, but your hands are feeling too good. He's only half paying attention to the pixels anyway, but it's about the principle of letting you get your way.

☾ But you can see you're winning with the way his cock twitches in his pants, throbbing in plain sight.

☾ Your lips trace along his neck and suddenly the pause screen pops up. There's a dark patch already soaking through his pants and they're lose enough your fingers can dip right past the band and trace along his shaft.

☾ He's already groaning, debating if this is worth his time. Worth the distraction.

☾ When your pretty little fingers wrap around his cock and give it a firm tug, he decides it is.

☾ Do not think he rolls over and let's you do as you please however.

☾ No, no, no. He's pulling you over the couch and pinning you as he gets rid of the bigger distractions stopping from doing exactly what he wants.

☾ If he leaves you a dripping, drooling mess on the couch, that's your own fault really.

☾ But who really cares at that point, because in the end, you won anyway <3

☾ But FUCK does Shiggy have a slutty lil' waist.

[vonxodd]

MAX DRAG QUEEN // 'double dippin' runway for anon(s) ❥ drag race down under 04x01

[flame-shadow]

a passing curiosity I have when I recall how this blog a few years ago was a lot more bug fandom focused but has broadened its scope since then

[dusty-sketchbook]

Sprite Series 010 - Sableye, This is one of my best friend's favorite Pokémon, and also part of an art trade. BECAUSE DOUBLE DIPPIN' IS FUN! This was fun to make though, the slight gradient on the shadows helps a ton too.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: July 4, 2000

Lyrics:

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D-O-double-G (Snoop Dogg!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm mobbin' with the D.R.E. (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know who's back up in this motherfucker! (What, what, what, what?)

So blaze the weed up then! (Blaze it up, blaze it up!)

Blaze that shit up, nigga... yeah 'Sup Snoop?

If you believe in the S, you'll be relievin' your stress

Top Dogg, bite 'em all, nigga, burn that shit up

D-P-G-C, my nigga, turn that shit up

C-P-T, L-B-C, yeah, we hookin' back up

And when they bang this in the club, baby, you got to get up

Thug niggas, drug dealers, yeah, they givin' it up

Lowlife, yo' life, boy, we livin' it up

Takin' chances while we dancin' in the party fo' sho'

Slip my hoe a 44 when she got in the back do'

Bitches lookin' at me strange but you know I don't care

Step up in this motherfucker just a-swingin' my hair

Bitch quit talkin', crip-walk if you're down with the set

Take a bullet with some dick and take this dope on this jet

Out o' town, put it down for the Father of Rap

And if yo' ass get cracked, bitch, shut your trap

Come back, get back, that's the part of success

Da, da, da, da, da

It's the motherfuckin' D.R.E. (Dr. Dre, motherfucker!)

Da, da, da, da, da

You know I'm mobbin' with the D-O-double-G

Straight off the fuckin' streets of C-P-T

King of the beats—you ride to 'em in your Fleet- (Fleetwood!)

Wood Coupe DeVille rollin' on dubs

How you feel—whoopty-whoop—nigga what?

Dre and Snoop chronic'd out in the 'lac (In the 'lac!)

With Doc in the back, sippin' on 'gnac (Yeah)

Clip in the strap, dippin' through 'hoods (What 'hoods?)

Compton, Long Beach, Inglewood!

South Central out to the Westside (Westside)

It's California Love, this California bud got a nigga gang o' pub

I'm on one, I might bail up in the Century Club

With my jeans on and my team strong

Get my drink on and my smoke on

Then go home wit' somethin' to poke on (Wha'sup bitch?)

Loc', it's on for the two-triple-oh

Comin' real, it's the next episode

Songwriter:

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be thinkin' we soft

We don't play

We gon' rock it 'til the wheels fall off

Hold up, hey

For my niggas who be actin' too bold

Take a seat

Hope you ready for the next episode—

Hey

Smoke weed everday

Calvin Broadus / Andre Romell Young / Brian Anthony Bailey / David Axelrod / Melvin Charles Bradford

SongFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

Dr. Dre

Snoop Dogg

[shivapvoid]

☆ - happy headcanon, ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon for fai? and!!!! for zenos. double dippin gimme gimme

WAAAA OKAY!!!

Happy HC:

Fai : It would be very funny to say that he's never happy (<- considering i torment him way too much) but that simply isn't true. He loves to feel alive, thats when he's most happy. To feel joy in food and living and loving the life of humanity. Which makes it all the more tragic when he can't do that anymore of course!

Zenos : man. okay. thats a hard one yet easy at the same time. The obvious and easy answer would be Fai, which IS true. but i genuinely cannot think of anything else this stupid idiot likes. definitely weapons. thats also an easy answer. I can't think of anything else!!!! sorry its just so hard to get into his head (elidibus was right about one thing and it was this)

Quirks/Hobbies:

Fai : Well, once he's a full android I like to think he keeps opening up the near-invisible panels in his arms just to fidget a little bit. Takes off a panel in his arms just so he can see the insides. Naturally this freaks people out. Still does it.

Zenos : (Gunk. gunk why did you have to do this to me.) I think Zenos likes to mess around with vehicles a little bit (mainly cause od his mount that drops in the Ala Mhigo Dungeon). This has no other basis except for that and that one artwork by pydiyudie that shows Zenos riding Zero on water.

[kittenintheden]

It's Always Sunny in Nine Hills - Ch 2

It's Always Sunny in Nine Hills Ch 2 - What I Got

it's the modern AU dirtbag SoCal beach vibes fic

quick cross-section of events that will occur:

* Cazador still sucks but this time he's a drug kingpin * Wyll gets hit on by so many surf moms and he's very polite about it * Karlach loves Dippin' Dots and rides a Razor scooter everywhere * Scratch surfs * Ori and crew play in a skeezy local band * Shadowheart goes by Jenevelle but she's still sadgoth as hell * Astarion hates everything and everyone until he doesn't and also he smokes cloves * Gale and Halsin have big Cheech & Chong vibes * everyone's job is beach

read it on AO3!

In this chapter: Gale is high as a kite, Ori is a clutz, Astarion is sick of everyone and everything, and there's a concert in a tiki bar

***

“Dear, dear friends, welcome,” says Gale, opening his arms wide to gather them both into a double-hug. They both pat him on the closest respective shoulder.

Ori laughs under her breath. “How high are you, buddy?”

He releases them and steps back, beaming. “As a kinetic kite, my precocious, perceptive friend.” Gale winks and taps the side of his nose. “We’re field testing a new hybrid, a pair of chromolaena odorata substrains with unbelievable potential for both opening creative neural pathways and igniting an inspiring burst of energy.”

Gale leans toward them, puts his hands near his temples, and mimes an explosion emanating from his skull, complete with pkk-keoooow sound effect.

Elias crosses their arms and nods with a half-smile. “And how many field tests have we had?”

“Three,” Gale says with a nod, patting his pockets as if he’s searching for something. “It was a slow morning. I can see in five dimensions, I think. Now where did I put that…?”

[grapenehifics]

what mlb team do obikin support?

Anakin, as the child of the American Southwest I am headcanoning him as for this fic, is a lifelong Arizona Diamondbacks fan, and exactly as embarrassed by that fact as you or I would be. However he just likes baseball! When he was at university he attended his school's home games and if he travels he likes to catch a game no matter who's playing. When his team inevitably doesn't make the playoffs, which they don't because see above re: Arizona Diamondbacks, he roots for the NL champion because he's old enough to remember the before-DH times when being a well-rounded athlete actually mattered (whoops author's bias against the DH, how did you get in here??)

Double Header Obi-Wan is slightly embarrassed to admit that he doesn't actually care about sports, baseball very much included. He likes hanging out with his friends when they invite him, and appreciates that, when going to a baseball game as opposed to a movie, you're allowed to chat with your friend and/or date and it doesn't bother anyone. He likes the pageantry of it - the ceremonial first pitch and the songs the batters pick for their at-bats and their little rituals at the plate and the games they play between innings and the groundskeepers who come out to sweep the base paths and deciding what flavor of Dippin' Dots he wants to get from the vendor when they pass by. He loves doing the wave and is perfectly happy to join in and cheer when everyone else is cheering but he doesn't quite get *why* he's doing it but also doesn't care enough to learn. He's just here to have a nice time :)

One time after they get together Anakin decides it would be fun if Obi-Wan got a little more involved so he tried showing him how to keep score - Numbers! Math! He figured Obi-Wan would like that - and Obi-Wan played along for half an inning before offering to make out with Anakin in their seats so long as Anakin promised to never use the phrase 'on-base percentage' in his presence ever again. Anakin, being the easily distractable boy he is, readily agreed.

[peppinodelivery]

Let me get a couple double quarter-pound kings

A pancake platter with a couple onion rings

I want some chicken fries added with a garlic side

Salad, and a double ham sandwich, don't forget the

No cheese, miss me with it

A bacon crispy chicken

Everything up in the kitchen

Everything up in the kitchen

I need ketchup for the dippin'

Mellow Yellow what I'm sippin'

If it's breakfast, I'm gon' need a different sandwich in my vision

I can have it my way, when it come to BK

Need the Hershey pot, yeah and the Oreo cheesecake

A hundred thousand nuggets on the side, for pete's sake

Come on, don't worry, I pre-paid

This ain't gonna be enough, I promise you, I'm tellin' you

Wait, hold up, I think I need a second too

I'ma need a Hershey pot, get some chicken tenders too

I'll empty out my check in the counter, max out my credit too

Let me get a sprite, I'm a thirsty guy

Serve me fries on the side of a Hershey pot

Serve me food, I'll serve you rhymes every time

If your manager is hiring, then I'm the guy

Yeah, yeah

[obsidiancreates]

Learn How To Bend

Sequel to Gus Knows Shawn Knows That He's Telling The Truth (<<< That's a link)

Shawn strolls into the SBPD, Gus at his side as usual, and Jules barely glances his way- until something catches her eye. She does a double-take, eyes widening further when she realizes that yes, she’s seeing what she thought.

“Shawn?” Jules passes the finished paperwork to the desk clerk and power-walks to catch up with the duo. “Is that a crystal necklace?”

“What, this old thing?” Shawn looks down and fiddles with it for a second. “I’m trying out some new methods of psychic enrichment, Jules,” he says, squinting and looking off to the side- why, Jules has no idea. 

“Shawn received a vision from the spirit of another psychic,” Gus adds on. “They showed him some ways to, hone his abilities.”

“That’s amazing.” Jules grins. “How’s it working out so far?”

“Oh, I dunno, really.” Shawn shrugs casually, and then leans to the side and calls out, “Lassie! How’d that 2 AM fishing trip with your mom go?”

There’s the sound of a gun being dropped, and Shawn sucks in a disapproving breath as Gus whistles in shame just hearing the flurry of curses from Lassiter’s desk. The head detective storms over to them, and Shawn’s hand flies to his temple before Lassie can get a word out of his beet-red, steam-spewing face.

“Ooh, scratch that, you had to cancel because your mom…” Shawn screws his face up, tugging on his necklace. “... got the flu. Oh, that’s a shame, Lassie, that really is. Hey, orange juice and chicken soup, right?”

“Spencer, I swear to Sweet Lady Justice that if you’ve been trailing my mother-”

“Not me, Lassie,” Shawn swears, putting his hand over his chest. “The spirits! They told me you’re trying to repair the relationship between you two, it’s-it’s very touching.”

Lassiter is still so livid it’s almost comical when Chief Vick steps out of her office, one foot in and one foot out, and snaps to get their attention. All four quickly take their places in the office, Lassiter keeping a wider distance from Shawn than usual.

Chief Vick looks up and opens her mouth- but Shawn is already shutting the door and closing the shutters. She casts a somewhat surprised look at Jules, who mouths ‘Crystal’ and makes a gesture over her own chest where the necklace falls on Shawn’s. He turns around with a smug grin and slides into his usual seat.

“Good instinct, Mr. Spencer,” Chief Vick says, looking down at her desk and clearing away her visible surprise. “This information I’m about to share cannot leave this office, understood?”

“Of course, Chief. But if we were going to have a sleepover I wish you’d have said so before- we would’ve brought Dippin’ Dots.”

“Dippin’ Dots?”

“They make Ice Cream a novelty, Jules.”

“Mr. Spencer, if you had a vision knowing how important this case is and you are still holding this briefing up, I’m going to seriously reconsider hiring you on it.”

Shawn pretends to zip his mouth shut and toss away a key, which Gus catches and tucks into his pocket before smoothly transitioning the movement into a fistbump.

Chief Vick huffs, not without a slight smile, and looks back at her papers. “This case is coming to us directly from The Mayor’s wife, and unfortunately for the department it’s the kind of case that the press will be all, over.”

She begins to go over the specific details, and try as she might to pay attention Jules can’t help but be distracted by Shawn and Gus as Gus pulls out a notepad with a list of words and checks them off with an audible sccrtch! of the pen for each mark.

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Gus looks over at Shawn as The Blueberry cruises back to the Psych office. “So? Was Lassie’s reaction everything you wanted?”

Shawn chuckles and nods. “He looked like a Looney Tunes character.”

“No kidding. Was all of that a vision?”

“Course not, Gus. I’m not that psychic. … Yet. The fishing trip has been in his planner since last week, which happened to fall into my hand when he stepped away for coffee. The canceling was the vision.”

“How vivid?”

“Just him holding his phone and the sound of sneezing over speakers. Not hard to piece together what it meant.”

“I still can’t believe you’re getting real visions now.”

“You can’t believe it? Dude, the other day I got one about my dad dropping by the office for a surprise visit and totally avoided it!”

“These visions sound way more specific than we thought they’d be.”

“Nah, not really. The visions are… broad, big, like that dog your elderly neighbor used to have.”

“She actually got him on a diet, he’s way healthier now.”

“Really? Well, good for him! I always liked that pup. Anyway, the visions are way too big to give me anything useful on their own. I had to run the one of my dad through my head like, a million times before I figured out the day, time, and reason. The clocks were all wrong in the office, but I caught sight of the popcorn guy with the caramel options outside the window, and he only passes by our office between 2 and 4 PM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Then I noticed the milk in the trash, and it didn’t expire until Wednesday, and you have a weird thing about expiration dates.”

“It’s not weird to take my food safety seriously, Shawn.”

“Come on, dude, throwing it out one day after expiration? At least sniff it first.”

“Get your own milk if you don’t like how I handle mine.”

“Stop drinking milk while lactose intolerant and then blaming it on ‘it’s spoiled’ when you get the stomach flip-flops.”

“I take lactose processing pills, Shawn, fine milk doesn’t bother me!”

“Agree to disagree.”

“Tsk! Just finish up how you knew what your dad wanted!”

“Easy, he had the newspaper tucked up under his arm. He only comes by with that when we’ve done something that gets in the papers and he wants to yell at me for it. Recently? That’s gotta be the thing miller who used those novelty socks.”

“The one you decided to lure out by sending in a letter to the editor that spewed hate about the socks?”

“Bingo. It was going to be another ‘stop taunting killers’ lecture, I’m sure of it. Just sick of those.”

“Gee, I wonder why he keeps coming around to give them.”

“Because he hates dramatic, poetic justice?”

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“Whoa, whoa.” Shawn raises his hand to his head as something flashes into his mind.

From an angle down by the floor, he’s looking up at his dad cleaning a fresh catch. Suddenly his dad pauses, and then smiles to himself and lets out his ‘now-isn’t-this-something’ chuckle. He pulls it out of the fish’s guts and sets it to the side.

Shawn blinks and lowers his hand. Gus looks at him expectantly, and then gestures for Shawn to hurry up and speak already.

“Gotta run that one again,” Shawn says. He puts both hands to his temples now and closes his eyes.

He focuses closer, but he’s just not at the right angle to see the object. His focus trails around, and then a reflection in the porch window lights up. The vision zooms in on it, and Shawn makes out one of his dad’s lucky fishing charms. His vision trails around a bit more, trying to pick out details on Time. His focus lands on the TV, playing a show that broadcasts at exactly the present.

He smirks and opens his eyes. “Gus, I totally know how to show it off to my dad now.”

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“Shawn! Wasn’t expecting you by today.” Henry is only just pulling the fish off the grill. “But since you’re here, I think we need to have a chat about that-”

“Ah, not today, Pops.” Gus hands back, hiding behind a tree (poorly) as Shawn jogs into his dad’s yard. “I actually came by to congratulate you.”

“Congratulate me.” It’s not a question, and Henry hits him with the ‘What bullshit are you pulling now?’ look.

“On finding your lost lucky charm,” Shawn says, looking over the table. “Take it in to clean already?”

Henry crosses his arms. “Lost charm?”

Shawn looks at him, leaning forward a bit and mouth slightly parted in his most authentic gentle confusion. “Yeah. The one you found inside the fish?”

Henry’s frown gets deeper. “What, did you put cameras in my yard, kid?” He’s half-serious about the jab.

“No.” Shawn puts his hands in his pockets, leaving his thumbs out, and shrugs. “Just had a uh, hah! A feeling about it.”

Henry’s frown becomes an outright scowl. “A feeling.”

“Clear as day,” Shawn affirms, keeping a straight face. “Or, strong as… day? No, that doesn’t make any sense. Help me out here Pops, what’s a good metaphor for a strong feeling that’s so right it’s scary?”

“... Lucky guesses, Shawn.” Henry points his tongs at his son. “Trying to get me to believe your charade is a new low.”

“No-one’s trying to get you to believe anything.” Shawn shrugs again. “By the way… what were you doing watching reality dating shows after getting back from a fishing trip? Your tradition is fishing competition after a fishing day, everyone knows that.”

“How did you-” Henry quickly looks through his window, but the TV is off at this point. “Alright Shawn, did you come here just to piss me off today or do you have something you need?”

“A man can’t just visit his father?”

“You can’t just visit your father.”

“Alright, you got me. Listen, Gus and I have a new case that’s… pretty high profile, and I remembered one of your poker buddies just moved into the mayor’s neighborhood. I was hoping you’d help me get him to let us do a stakeout from his house.”

Henry purses his lips and nods a bit. “Stakeout in the mayor’s neighborhood. Sure, Shawn, that’s an easy ask. Let me just call him up and explain why you can’t just-” Henry makes some mocking gestures with his hands. “-conjure up what you need.”

“Well, I could,” Shawn says confidently. “But then I wouldn’t get to eat stakeout snacks.”

“You’re not getting into his house, Shawn.”

“Fine. … I’ll do it my way.” Shawn turns on his heel and begins to walk away, but pauses at the gate and turns. “Oh, and Pops? You used salt instead of sugar in your sauce there.”

He turns again and leaves fully, Gus coming out from behind the tree and giving Shawn a fistbump as they both walk away.

Henry scoffs, knowing Shawn didn’t taste the sauce. He waits until he can’t hear footsteps anymore, and then dips his pinkie into the bowl and tastes it. For his own satisfaction.

Instead he splutters and spits it out into the grass, his sweet-and-sour sauce more like salt and sour.

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The mayor’s wife’s case would be easy even without psychic visions. After one look around the house and one round of chatting with each member of the household, he knows it’s the son. He’s been brought up with the expectation of becoming the next mayor, and was obviously cracking under the pressure. The stolen documents would cast such a pall on the family name that it’d guarantee the death of his political career before it ever started, and the guy clearly had little to no concern about how that would impact his parents. The mayor didn’t even know the documents were missing until his wife had reported it, because his ‘very responsible’ son was in charge of them. Shawn even found the corner of a page with the office symbol visible  caught under the son’s dresser- and he got a small vision confirming his suspicion that the son hid the documents under there before moving them before Maid Day.

“OH! I smell the priceless, important mayoral ink!” Shawn has his hand by his head the moment Lassie and Jules step into the foyer to update the family. Shawn holds the imaginary papers up to his nose and takes a deep inhale. “No, wait, there’s-there’s more. Something… musty? No, not musty, zes-zesty? No, no… DUSTY!”

Shawn pulls the pretend papers away from his nose. “The papers were kept somewhere dusty! And- OW!” He snaps his hand away from his temple and over to his ear. He keeps up a silent expression of sheer pain for a moment before sucking in a breath, so dramatic and raw that it makes Jules step forward in concern.

Shawn yanks his hand away from his ear to point at the son. “You.”

“Him?” Lassiter’s open disbelief just encourages Shawn more. “It’d ruin his career, what are you talking about?”

“Yes. Yes, exactly. Guh!” Shawn brings his hand back to his temple and closes his eyes. “You… you want to lose your career path. The politics, the parties, the pressure… yes, I see it now. You hid the documents and staged the theft because you want out!”

The son steps back. “I- what are you talking about? This is my whole life.”

“Exactly.” Shawn opens his eyes. “Ex-actly! Your whole life is nothing but this! Paperwork and flattering and perfection! I can see your drained, tired aura all around you!”

He hopes that never becomes true. Auras sound like a very annoying thing to have to deal with seeing. He’s fairly certain that his dad’s would look like those awful racetrack shirts from the Jimmy Nickles case, all smashed together and awful enough to blind his first, second, and third eyes.

The son looks at his parents. “Come on, this guys has been here for like, three hours, he-he barely even looked around!”

“With my physical eyes, maybe.” Shawn nods. “But with my spiritual eyes I saw everything. And, OH!” He gestures at his ear again. “Oh, I feel everything! Lassie, I think if you check under his dresser in his bedroom, you’ll find a piece of one of the stolen documents under the left back leg.

The son pales. He looks at his parents, backing away from them. “It-it was just budget documents. Nothing harmful.”

His mother covers her mouth. The mayor stares in disbelief.

“Is that a confession?” Lassiter pulls out his cuffs.

“It wouldn’t have hurt anyone!” the son insists again. “Just-just pushed a few deadlines back!”

“Yeah, like food assistance program funding and money for road repair.” Gus looks at the son with confusion and judgment. “Which a lot of people rely on for quality of life.”

“I didn’t destroy them!”

“Yeah, that’s a confession.” Lassiter cuffs the man. “Next time try having a normal scandal to ruin your career.”

“One that doesn’t hurt poor people!” Gus watches the son be led away. “Man, how selfish can you get? Imagine if he had gotten into office.”

“... I actually don’t think much would change, Gus.” Shawn looks past Gus at the mayor. “No offense. There’s just-just a lot of potholes on my street.”

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Gus leans back in his chair, grinning at the check. “You know what this calls for.”

“Way ahead of you, Gus.” Shawn turns around his laptop to show a page for a pineapple-shaped couch.

Gus tsks and yanks the check out of sight. “No way. I meant, this is our first time making an actual profit instead of just operating at a loss or barely breaking even.”

“Dude! The Sweetness just got sweeter! … Man, I hope this doesn’t actually come from spirits. It’d-it’d be a little weird to be calling a bunch of dead strangers Sweetness.”

“Well, have you talked to any dead people?”

“Nah, man. Just visions and gut feelings. Oh, and I totally read Buzz’s mind earlier.”

“For real?”

“For real!”

“What was he thinking?”

“... That part’s a little fuzzier.”

“So you didn’t read his mind.”

“I did! Just… not very clearly. It was something about bagels. Maybe.”

Gus shakes his head and opens his own laptop. “I’m booking you another meditation class.”

“Oh, throw in a massage at the place next door.”

“How is a massage supposed to help you grow and hone your psychic powers?”

“It’s not. But we’ve got money to burn now, man!”

“We made a little profit.”

“That’s the most profit we’ve ever made!”

“That you didn’t immediately gamble away.”

“... That’s low, Gus, that’s a low blow.”