#big gus

[migiganteknapkindispenser]

Found a chainsaw on my way back downstate, its pretty big..

[thedaily-beer]

Ballast Point Big Gus IPA (Picked up at Total Wine). A 3 of 4. One of the better easily-accessible IPAs I've had recently -- lighter body with a bright tropical fruit and citrus nose, and a clean finish. There's a moderate amount of bitterness here, and the hops shine quite nicely.

[milkhorns]

Thanks For Watching! 🦉💖

[rileyclaw]

tumblr doesnt usually get the dumb scrappy doodles but this one.. is important

[jkriordanverse]

"Found family❤️❤️❤️" and it's the most traumatised group of people you've ever seen.(i love this trope sm)

[strawbbz]

Human/Demon Realm Exchange Program fieldtrip hijacked by some dumbass

[an-oddity-indeed]

Just a dad and his (slightly feral) children 🥰🥰

[danko420]

a second whisker is growing in black

(plus 2 of his eyebrows)

[the-blanket-princess]

I love rhem,,, so much sobs

[moeblob]

So with the Community Center done + both harem routes taken... Asmodeus♡ proposed! In Marnie's kitchen. Like a classy individual.

[unlimitedhearts]

RIP Tumblr you would have loved Psych 😭

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Birthday! Free space if this gets in on time, but either way birthday wishes and thank you so much for all your writings. They're really good and such a bright spot in my day.

Carlton is having a good day up until he sees what’s clearly a civilian’s motorcycle parked in one of the reserved spots. If the state of disrepair didn’t make it obvious, the ACAB bumper sticker stuck on the back certainly did. Oh, he was going to give this asshole the biggest fine he could, and get his bike towed for good measure! The good people of the SBPD are working hard everyday to keep the streets safe and this guy wants to make a mockery of that right in front of them? What a sick bastard.

He stalks inside, face set into a scowl. “McNab!” he shouts, startling the officer who turns from whoever he’d been talking to. “Who the hell’s bike is that out front?”

He looks at him, wide eyed, but then a kid in a leather jacket is stepping out from behind him and clapping him on the shoulder. He’s got on faded jeans, brown boots, and a dark blue henley. He’s a couple days off from a decent shave and Carlton’s not at all surprised when he says, “It’s mine. Sweet ride, right?”

“You can’t park there,” he snaps. “I’m writing you a ticket – McNab, write him a ticket! Now!”

“Uh,” McNab looks between them uncertainly. “But he, you know, um. He can park there, Detective.”

Carlton snarls, “Why the hell do you think that?”

“It’s okay, Buzz,” the kid says, stepping forward and offering his hand to Carlton with a smirk that has him itching for his cuffs. “I’m Shawn Spencer.”

“I don’t care who you are,” he says. “Only police personnel can park in that area.”

Spencer’s grin gets a little wider. 

McNab is honest to god wringing his hands. “Um, Detective, he is. Police personnel, I mean. He’s the new head of Internal Affairs.”

Carlton stares. This has to be some sort of practical joke. “Are you even old enough to have gone through the academy?”

“My youthful appearance is due to my intense moisturizing routine, a zest for life, and my good humor,” he says. “Laughter really is the best medicine.”

“You’re out of dress code,” he says, because most of him is still refusing to believe that this is happening.

“I’ll write myself up for it later,” Spencer says, which is ridiculous, because that’s not an IA issue, it’s an HR one. Which as the head of Internal Affairs, he should know.

He opens his mouth, but whatever he was going to say is interrupted by Chief Vick swooping in, several files held in her hand. “Gentleman. Detective Spencer, my office, now.”

Spencer winks at them. “Buzz. Lassie.”

What the hell did Spencer just call him? Before he’s managed to choke back his outrage, Spencer’s in Chief Vick’s office and McNab is making a hasty retreat.

He stalks over to his desk and Lucinda glances up from her own desk at his approach. She’d left early this morning to go back to her place to shower and change and had been responsible for the good mood he’d been in up until he’d encountered Spencer and his stupid bike. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing,” he says, then, “Did you meet the new internal affairs guy?”

“Shawn? Yeah, he seems nice,” she says, already looking back down at her paperwork.

Nice? Nice?

The day’s just begun and it’s already shot to hell.

[invisible-pink-toast]

love jepp's character in sweet tooth. like his backstory is how he went from being a star football player, to the "hybrid catcher", to a bitter lonely wanderer but then from the start of the series his character arc is basically:

[rainbowpufflez]

Giovanni homophobia arc™️

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

GAAHHHH (grasping my head in the Shawn Spencer point) the visions……they plague me…

[saturnniidae]

Shout out to Sweet tooth for having strong male-female friendships that end in tragedy but remain completely platonic as well as little to no romance throughout the entire show