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zaxal · 2 years

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@vixiak a popular user a few years ago (idk if he's still around) decided that lassiet was incest because he personally headcanoned them as having a brother/sister-type relationship and decided that anyone who didn't agree with him was being purposefully obtuse to the 'real' canon.

he ran a psych october prompt thing, and in the second or third year, instituted a 'no problematic ships' rule, where what was and was not problematic was entirely arbitrated by him. instead of being a fandom event open to anyone, it turned into a content farm tuned to his tastes by banning shules, lassiet, and i believe carlowe. i sent him a message asking for clarification if this included polyships including those characters, because i do not personally consider a/b/c to be the same as a/b + b/c + a/c. he said yes. i thanked him for his time, said i wouldn't be participating, and unfollowed the event blog.

he proceeded to vagueblog about me and my partner, saying that because i shipped incest in another fandom, it was 'proof' that lassiet was also incest. the fact that i created maybe one or two tumblr posts for lassiet but wrote roughly 346k of shassie fic was something he completely ignored because it didn't fit his narrative that everything i touched was inherently problematic and evil.

he also had a problem that my partner and i shipped the ot4: shawn/gus/lassie/juliet. he said, in the same post where he said that bc i shipped lassiet it must be incest, that poly ships were for people who couldn't conceptualize friendship and had an unhealthy obsession with romantic relationships or some shit like that.

he turned the psych fandom that branched out from the shassie fandom into a hostile space by trying to make everyone else conform to his exact tastes with all dissenters being labeled "problematic".

so!

i might be interested in talking about the characters sometime, but i no longer have the love, passion, and drive it takes to create fic for them. he poisoned that well along with every person in the replies on that post who took his side, called me and my partner horrible things, and implied it would be better for everyone if i was dead :)

#vixiak #discourse

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jamesrodayrodriguezpresents · 2 years

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Thanks for the reply! My reasoning for believing that what James said was implying there's only one movie left is a bit contorted, but here it is. Last year after movie 3 was released they were doing the usual "post-movie" press and James (who we know is writing the scripts with Steve) said something like "next movie? It's time for a breather so we might do the wacky parody/homage we would do every season", which to me sounds like at the time there were at least 2 movies left... But now he said "at least 1", and we all know that if there's only one movie left it would have to be the "let's wrap everything up" movie (the epilogue if you will), and I'm not sure this time they can go for an "open" finale like they did in s8 (like, based on ages alone, they need to take a stand on the Shules having kids thing, right? And the two houses with the common river in the garden thing sounds like a final scene of the final episode to me)... Sorry for rambling, I hope I was able to convey my thought process!

I understand where you're coming from. My own reasoning is entirely based on the cast saying they would never say no to more Psych, and Steve Franks' neverending enthusiasm to get the movies made. They can always come back a few years down the line. At this point I don't think they will definitively say that the next movie is going to be the last-ever thing they'll make for the series, even if it takes ten years to revisit the characters. That may be overly optimistic of me but I think the cast and fans love each other too much to ever close that door completely.

#ask #anon #psych 4

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unfortunate-arrow · 4 years

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Lassie, Vick, and Gus

[Lassie’s POV, Vick’s POV, and Gus’s POV during this.]

LASSIE

Carlton Lassiter is pissed. He’s had a short fuse and been somewhat snappish the previous three days. After all, the only reason he didn’t hightail it to San Francisco the moment he’d found out about her abduction was because Marlowe had calmed him down and convinced him that Karen, Spencer, and Guster could be trusted to find her. But O’Hara Juliet is his partner, even if they hadn’t actually been partners in years. She’s basically his little sister.

He stands in the middle of their living room. It’s nearly one in the afternoon, and well, he couldn’t exactly call Karen in the middle of the SBPD. At least, he couldn't talk about something so personal there. It was rather unprofessional.

“Hey Karen,” he says into the phone after dialing the familiar number. The same one he had dialed at least twice a day, each time hoping for new information.

“There’s nothing new, Carlton,” Karen Vick replies as a greeting, as she’s taken to doing the previous times he’d called the past two days.

“Are you sure? Nothing from Spencer’s antics?”

“I’m positive. There’s nothing new in our investigation.”

“It’s been a little over seventy-two hours. You know that it’s harder after that critical period.”

“I do, Carlton. But most missing people don’t have a psychic husband looking for them.”

“Spencer doesn’t take a damn thing seriously,” Carlton snaps. He’s talked to Spencer once before and all the younger man could do was crack jokes or make movie references. It used to drive him crazy when they’d still been in Santa Barbara, but this was even more irritating.

“Look, I know you don’t get along very well with him, but it’s ignorant to think that he doesn’t care about O’Hara.”

Carlton knows Spencer cares about her. One of the few things that Spencer has said to him that Carlton clearly remembers is “You’re probably the only other person in the world who loves Jules as much as I do.” It was one of the nicest things that Spencer had ever said to him.

“I know he does,” he says softly.

“I’m sorry we have nothing more, Carlton. We’re working our butts off trying to find her.”

“Are you sure you don’t need another set of eyes or hands?”

“Positive. Santa Barbara needs its police chief and your wife and daughter need you. O’Hara wouldn’t want you to come rushing in like a madman.”

“But her husband can?”

“I can keep Spencer off this case as well as I could have kept you off a case if Marlowe had gone missing when I was still SBPD’s chief.”

“Keep me updated. I want to know as soon as she’s found.”

“Well, the first person to be informed will be Shawn. He’s her husband and emergency contact. But you’ll be next.”

“Good enough. I’d want to be the first one informed about finding Marlowe if she ever disappeared.”

Carlton sighs and hangs up the phone. Please, God, if you even exist, let O’Hara Juliet be alive. I don’t want to lose more family, he thinks.

VICK

Karen Vick knows their expert (whose name she cannot remember for the life of her) made a mistake the moment the words leave his lips.

“Look, it’s been 124 hours since we were alerted of the disappearance. We’ve passed the critical period. Most likely, we’ll find her body,” he says.

“She’s not dead!” Spencer Shawn snarls, stalking down the length of the room to glare at the expert. “She’s not dead! She can’t be.”

Karen steps between the two men. She places a hand gently on Shawn’s chest. She wouldn’t touch most other people, but hell, she knew Shawn better than most of the other people in the building. And sometimes, a firm touch was the only way to at least slightly defuse the younger man.

“She’s not dead,” Shawn repeats and Karen hears the pain in his voice acutely.

“Go take a walk, Mr. Spencer. Take Mr. Guster with you,” Karen says, gently pushing him back.

“She’s not dead, Chief.”

“Shawn. Go take a walk. Calm down, clear your head. We’re operating under the assumption that she’s still alive unless we find evidence that says otherwise. So, just go take a damn walk. Both of you.” She directs the other half of the sentence to Guster, who’s standing at the other end of the room, his hands in his pockets, looking very worried. The lines on his forehead are pinched and he looks exhausted.

“Come on, Shawn,” Guster calls. “You’re not going to help anyone by snarling at them.”

Spencer turns, still fuming, and walks out of the room, Guster trailing quickly after him. She counts to thirty before turning to the expert.

“Next time you want to mention stats like that for this specific case, wait until Mr. Spencer is not in the room. He may have punched you if I hadn’t interrupted,” Karen says.

~Approximately two days later~

Karen stands in front of the door to the hospital room. She’s not quite sure what she’s doing here at 7 in the morning. Maybe it’s to calm Carlton down. He has bombarded her with a million texts and voicemails since she informed him that O’Hara had been found, with some injuries. That information had not been enough for the chief of the SBPD. Maybe it’s because she wants to be sure that O’Hara really is fine. Maybe it really is to try and take O’Hara’s statement, which is the excuse that Karen is currently operating under.

She swallows the nerves down and gently pushes the door to the room open. It’s light enough out that she can see clearly without having to turn the light on. There’s only one bed in the room, as it is a single room. There is not, however, only one occupants of the hospital bed. Spencer’s sneakers have been kicked off and landed near the end of the bed in the middle of the floor. Curled on the bed together are Spencer and O’Hara. Both are still fast asleep. Of course, Spencer had called her around 7 o’clock the previous night. He was just lucky that Karen had still been at the SFPD. Iris had spent the night at a friend’s house and Richard had surprised her with dinner at the office. She has no idea how long everything in the hospital would have taken. Therefore, they probably haven’t been asleep all that long.

Spencer’s face is pressed into O’Hara’s shoulder, and one arm is wrapped protectively around her. One of his hands is wrapped in hers. It’s sweet, Karen thinks, and then, huh, you’d never have guessed that O’Hara Juliet was the glue that kept our weird little group together.

GUS

Burton “Gus” Guster glances worriedly at his best friend, who’s a few steps ahead of him in the hallway. Shawn’s hands are shoved in his pockets, and Gus has watched him kick the wall every few feet. It’s worrying to see how quickly some aspects of Shawn’s facade have fallen.

Gus has seen his best friend brother in all sorts of different situations from his parents’ divorce to the Yin-Yang killers to his dad being shot. Yet, this one seems to take the cake. Gus, himself, is quite worried as well as Juliet had become like a sister to him at some point during all these years. But, Shawn, he’s terrified. Gus knows how his best friend handles death. If Juliet really was dead, like that expert seemed to think, Gus is terrified to think about how Shawn would react. All he knows is that it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Hey, Shawn! Are you alright?” Gus asks.

“I’m fine, Gus,” Shawn says.

“Dude, there’s no way you’re fine. Your wife was kidnapped and is still missing! Hell, even I’m not fine and Juliet isn’t my wife!”

“I know that Gus! You really think I don’t know what the hell is happening?”

“Dammit Shawn! You almost lost it on Chief Vick! You’re barely hanging by a thread! I haven’t seen you anywhere but here or at the Psych office!”

“Psychphrancisco,” Shawn interrupts.

“Fine, the Psychphrancisco office! You’re losing it, man! Have you even eaten anything other than some damn cereal or whatever other crap we have in the office?”

“So? I can eat whatever the hell I want! You’re not my father!”

“No, I’m your best friend and I’m worried about you! Okay, I’m worried about you!”

“It’s Jules, Gus. Jules! I don’t know what the hell I’d do without her!” Shawn’s voice has gone quiet and Gus swallows.

“I don’t know what to say to that.” Gus glances at his best friend again.

“Gus, I’m doing my best, man.”

“I know you don’t handle this kinda thing very well.”

“C’mon son!”

A small grin spreads across Gus’s face at the phrase. It’s a small reminder that this, hopefully, won’t break his best friend.

~Approximately a day and a half later~

Gus glances at Juliet. She’s watching Shawn, who had stepped away to call Chief Vick. She’s shaking a little, but he’s not sure that she’s noticed.

“You were gone a week,” he says suddenly, making her gasp.

Shit, she didn’t know. Those bastards, he thinks. He’s also pretty sure he can see the wheels turning in her mind.

“That long? How was he?” she asks, and it’s a very valid question. They are probably the only two people in the world who know Shawn like the back of their hands.

“He almost lost it on Vick when someone mentioned that we were more likely to find a body.”

“Of course he did. “Was it like it was after Henry was shot?”

Gus swallows. “It was about the same. Vick tried to keep him off the case at one point. That did not work well. At least this time, when he went into the dangerous house, there were no bad guys with guns.”

#psych #carlton lassiter #karen vick #burton guster #gus guster #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #implied shules #implied shawn x juliet #my writing #vick has a lot of patience #she's dealing with three stressed terrified angry men #shawn's pov will hopefully be later this week #but have gus vick and lassie in the mean time #this was fun to write

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someonefantastic · 3 years

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I love making dumb things

#psych #shules #psych memes #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #carlton lassiter #chief vick #woody strode #burton guster #incorrect psych quotes #incorrect quotes #the funniest part about this imo is that it implies that this is a convo they're having around a dead body

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themaybewoman · 3 years

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14 Shawn

I’m getting through these! Just very, very slowly - welp. This can take place S8 or beyond (but before the first movie). I’ve just been picturing it right after the finale a couple days after the move up to San Fran, based on the psych discord’s headcanon that Jules had been staying at Karen’s place for a bit while trying to find her own place and Shules stayed a couple days before they decided that ‘yeah we need our own place now’.

Also, first bit of Psych writing in a while. Enjoy! :)

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“You love me, right?”

Coming back from the bathroom shouldn’t have taken so long, but here Juliet stood, feeling like she had just awoken from a centuries long nap as she stared at one Shawn Spencer. He sported a very conflicted expression while loosely gesturing with a wooden spoon in hand. Her own expression couldn’t have been any less muddled as blue eyes tried to calculate just what her boyfriend was implying by that.

“What?” she said, scrunched brows and all.

That probably didn’t help matters.

“This,” he gestured the spoon between the two of them, “doesn’t depend on the taste of these cookies,” he clarified. On ‘these cookies’ he pointed the very spoon at the mixing bowl. “You’re not like super passionate about cooking or anything, I hope?”

“Shawn, what did you do?” Her eyes flicked from the bowl to the empty can right next to it and then the untouched bag of sugar in the background. Her mind put the pieces together. Exasperated amusement touched her voice: “Oh, no…”

“Yeahhhh.” All the air fled out of his chest, but not in a defeated way; it perpetuated more relief than anything else. He brought a hand up to the back of his neck, rubbed briefly, then dropped his arm to his side and shifted closer. “So, how do you feel about sugar-free cookies, Jules?”

“How does someone mix up baking soda with sugar?” Juliet returns easily, but her words are too addled by laughter to hold much scolding effect. If at all. Criticism wasn’t really her intention, anyway.

“They’re both white and powdery!”

“Oh-kay, that makes sense,” she said sarcastically with a loving eye roll.

“Hey, I made a mistake! I’m allowed this, aren’t I?”

“You’re allowed this.” She lifted herself on her tiptoes to plant a quick kiss on his lips before turning to the bowl and lacing her two hands on its rim. “But we’re going to have to start this from scratch again.”

#psych #shules #fanfiction #ao3 #writing #shawn spencer #juliet o'hara #ships & otps #lilly's writing #lilly's fanfiction #skipps tag #ask me replies #lilly's answers #drabbles #psych drabble

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cladeymoore · 5 years

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Coinbase at Violet Hacks

Recently, Coinbase had the honor of partnering with The Violet Society, an organization whose mission is to build community and career mentorship for women and gender-nonbinary professionals in the tech industry, by sponsoring Violet Hacks, a hackathon where a group of about 200 of these professionals gathered to design, build, and pitch various products to a panel of judges in a friendly competition.

Members of the Coinbase Engineering and Talent teams at Violet Hacks in San Francisco.

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menachem-bluming · 4 years

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Menachem Bluming Muses: Being a Partner at Home in Quarantine and in Torah

At times husbands offers to help out and in his mind he is being sincere, and yet his wife sees him as unhelpful and does not accept his offer. Sometimes what the husband says and what his wife hears are miles apart. We need to appreciate how our words come across. She may be hearing the opposite of what he meant.

So when you say:

"If you need any help preparing dinner I am happy to help you. Just let me know, I'm right here in the living room."

You thought that was being nice. But your wife hears:

"I am going to the couch to chill. If you really desperately need me, then you will have to come and disturb my peace and I will reluctantly come and cut up a few vegetables like a martyr."

Not a very convincing offer. Even though you didn't say it in those words, between the lines you implied a willingness to help, but not an eagerness. You are not presenting yourself as being at her service, but rather as not opposed to doing your bit if it is absolutely necessary.

Your wife does not feel supported by this offer because it is passive. You are making her feel as if you are doing her a favour, and she should be forever indebted to you for your heroic gesture of bothering to get off the couch to cut up a salad. No wonder she doesn't feel you are sincerely offering to help her.

Here's a different way of saying it:

"OK, I am here for you. Tell me what I can do to help."

The words are only slightly different. But the meaning is worlds apart. Here you are making yourself available, putting yourself at her service. There is no 'if', you are not requiring her to interrupt you, you are there for her, at her beck and call ready for instructions. When you offer help in this way, the offer is received graciously because it was presented sincerely. Let's call it an active offer, rather than a passive one.

We learn the idea of active offering from an event that happened over 3000 years ago, the Jewish people's acceptance of the Torah at Mt Sinai. G-d wanted to give them His laws, but before they even heard the first commandment, the Israelites committed themselves to fulfilling His will. They said Naaseh Venishma - "We will do whatever You want from us. Now let's hear what it is that You want. Without knowing what You are about to ask of us, the answer is already yes."

I have no doubt that you truly want to support your wife. So try expressing that in a way that she will hear it. Actively offer your help so she feels you are not just there for the salad, you are there for her.

We are soon coming to the holiday of Shavuot, the celebration of the giving of the Torah. As we face yet another festival without regular communal services, the message of active offering is more relevant than ever. We say to G-d "Naaseh venishma. We are ready to do whatever You want. If You want us to come to shul and pray, we will. If You prefer we stay at home and pray, we will do that too. If You want us to hear the Ten Commandments being read from the Torah, we are ready to do it. If You don't want that this time, we will study the Torah at home. Whatever the mitzvah of the hour is, we will do it, and do it with joy. We are here to do Your will."

We have the opportunity to do something amazing this Shavuos. We are accepting the Torah from our living room. For the first time ever, we will stand at Mt Sinai AND stay on the couch. That's called home shuling.

Mendel (Menachem) Bluming and Rabbi Moss

#relationship #covid_19 #bible #jewish thought

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menachembluming · 4 years

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Menachem Bluming Muses: Being a Partner at Home in Quarantine and in Torah

So when you say:

"If you need any help preparing dinner I am happy to help you. Just let me know, I'm right here in the living room."

You thought that was being nice. But your wife hears:

"I am going to the couch to chill. If you really desperately need me, then you will have to come and disturb my peace and I will reluctantly come and cut up a few vegetables like a martyr."

Here's a different way of saying it:

"OK, I am here for you. Tell me what I can do to help."

Mendel (Menachem) Bluming and Rabbi Moss

#bluming #moss #shul #synagogue #covid-19

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mendelbluming · 4 years

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Menachem Bluming Muses: Being a Partner at Home in Quarantine and in Torah

So when you say:

"If you need any help preparing dinner I am happy to help you. Just let me know, I'm right here in the living room."

You thought that was being nice. But your wife hears:

"I am going to the couch to chill. If you really desperately need me, then you will have to come and disturb my peace and I will reluctantly come and cut up a few vegetables like a martyr."

Here's a different way of saying it:

"OK, I am here for you. Tell me what I can do to help."

Mendel (Menachem) Bluming and Rabbi Moss

#shevuot #torah #jewish history #lockdown

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