#shawn musings

[movietonight]

[dc-himbo]

I took a big step yesterday and I am taking my first dose of testosterone today. Words cannot describe how I feel. Also, my middle name is changing to Grayson in honor of our resident Flippy boy. I just...words cannot describe how I feel right now.

[r1ver-6]

There’s an early ad for Psych out there that bills it as the “New Fake Psychic Detective Series”. Like, that is so unserious. Imagine (or remember) you’re an 18-35 year old scrolling through the USA channel and you hear those words in that order. How do you even decide to watch it😂 That sounds so fake! I know they make a joke about it in the show, but when you actually hear it ADVERTISED as that, it’s so surreal. And then, you realize that people loved it so much that it got 8 seasons, 3 movies, and a constant stream of fanart, fics, and support for nearly 20 years. I love this fandom so much. Every character in the show is at least a little insane, and I think each Psych-o is too! It’s the best🍍

[neuroticlump]

Hallow.

[words-are-fireproof]

I haven't even made it to Jack Abbot's reappearance in The Pitt but I already love him and want to write for him. Help.

[darlakane]

Saw this on FB and in some way it reminded me of Shawn and Hunter.

According to Hunter's memory, Shawn barely gave him the time of day when he met Shawn for the very first time. Over the years they went through heaven and hell together, in particular in the late 90s. And just look at them how they are always beaming at each other when they are together, even now. And yet, there are enough clips of them when usually Hunter pokes fun at Shawn and after a while Shawn looks like he wants to throttle him. Like when they were practicing for the Clique Hall of Fame induction, I think it was. 😂

I love my boys. 😍

I also wonder how long it took from the initial meeting to Shawn and Hunter becoming so close, seeing that Hunter didn't drink or anything and was just a little different except in his love for the business. Surely Shawn must have wondered about this strange kid. Hm, I don't think I've explored that in a fanfic yet. *makes a note*

PS: And yes, I still refuse to write it Kliq. Back in the day, the Kliq were Shawn's fans, and the Clique were his boys. I am old school, for me it will always stay that way.

[clarkgriffon]

putting jennifer love hewitt in braces to play teenage melinda in ghost whisperer is as to putting jennifer morrison in glasses to play teenage emma in OUAT

[musingartblog]

[stupiidgood]

My heart goes out to everyone born with the people pleasing gene. I simply cannot empathize but you have my sympathies.

[movietonight]

[lavishresilience]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓: @castlesfallen!

❛❛shawn!❜❜  topanga  exclaimed  to  try  and  get  his  attention  while  her  eyes  narrowed  as  she  was  listening  to  what  it  was  that  he  was  saying.  or  trying  to,  at  that.  she  really  couldn't  begin  to  make  much  sense  of  it.  it  wasn't  any  surprise  to  her  though.  this  was  her  boyfriends  best  friend  they  were  talking  about  here  who  she'd  known  for  years  now  too.  ❛❛you  know  i  can't  understand  what  it  is  you're  saying  when  you're  talking  that  fast,  right?  so  can  you  just  rewind.  repeat.  and  start  calmly  from  the  beginning  so  i  don't  miss  anything  this  time?❜❜

[dcrlingmuses]

So I rewatched Arrietty with my friend on discord yesterday and

WELL....I'm adding so many other muses for the new year. Why not her too?

[lxchlan]

What do you mean there's another Shawn Howlett OC out there?????¿¿¿¿¿?????¿¿¿¿

[excellentexecution]

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Anonymous asked: "do you remember our encounter in Paris?"

Prompts for Pre Established Connections and Creating History Between Characters | Shawn Michaels

Comfortable on the locker room bench, the peace that Bret held onto was eventually broken by the one voice he'd recognize before all others. Dressed in sparkles and glitter, his hair combed into the perfect lion's mane, blonde and soft on top of his head. A husky phrase that matched the wicked gleam in his eyes, so blue, Shawn had always seemed to make it his mission to torture the Hitman. Loved nothing more than to disturb whatever bliss Bret achieved - the emptiness of a locker room, the relief of silence, to be able to get ready for his upcoming match without interference. Part of Bret found the whole spectacle quite endearing. Was touched, truly, felt the entire of his heart about to burst, the little bit of pride within blooming. A lover of attention and all things that involved being watched, being adored and beloved, the Heartbreak Kid just couldn't help himself in wanting to be closer to the Hitman. It was sweet.

Working the laces of his white boots, the right one first, Bret didn't remove his eyes from his shoe, the floor below. Continued with the bend and twist of his fingers - the slight shift in shoulders, the way his back tensed, was sign enough that he was listening. Focused on the task at hand but couldn't ignore the presence of Shawn, the shadow that was made of silver and gold, the faint scent of mint. Come to the peasantry without the most faithful; to be without Diesel was strange. A bodyguard draped in leather, the difference between safety and pain for Shawn. A brick wall that Bret had run into many times, the year of 1993 was not to be simple or easy. The previous show in Paris a distinct reminder; the bruise to Bret's chest had only just begun to heal, was ever still purple underneath his pink singlet top.

Brown eyes flickered finally to Shawn, who leaned against the lockers like a cat in an alley, slinky and spread, Bret used all the patience he could muster to keep an eye-roll at bay. A still and serious expression - mouth pressed in firm line, unmoving and unaffected. Asked sultry, the question smothered in a drawl that made all the girls melt, the sort of tease that the Hitman had become familiar with.

"Shawn Michaels, how could I ever forget?" Bret replied sarcastically, finishing with the laces of his boot, moving onto the next quickly. "It'd be near impossible to forget how your bodyguard kicked me down to the mat, interfered, and cost me the match. You didn't deserve that win and we both know it."

Still able to recall the cries of the fans, the screams, the pleads, Bret tied the knot to his laces. "Y'know, you'd save yourself a lot of trouble if you used that brain of yours before your mouth. You're a great wrestler, Shawn. You have a lot of talent. But whatever you've gotten into with Diesel, this new attitude, its ruining all that. You've started to become a real jerk, y'know. I thought we were friends."

Hands folded in his lap, Bret turned to Shawn fully, allowing for all of his attention to be cast on the Boy Toy. Just what Shawn wanted.

"Did you need something, Shawn? Y'know, you're not really supposed to be here. This isn't your locker room. Isn't your dressing room. And I'm sure that long-legged giraffe of yours is looking for you, anyway."

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[saucy-mesothelioma]

I got a lil guy

He's going on a road trip

[unrely]

-‘dom’ technically; shawns a switch

he is intrigued

all of the things shawn is not are on the lesser scale of importance. he has marked all of the ones that matter most to alexis

he is willing to go on a date.

(or get picked up in a bar lol)

he will not bring wine ;)