One little detail I absolutely love is in Black and Tan when Jules and Lassie show up at the SBPD with their new outfits. Jules is wearing a black shirt under her jacket and Lassie has a blue tie.
But a few minutes later at the end of the episode, they both put on red.
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I could talk about the Jules Lassie hug at the end of Mr. Yin Presents for days. I could talk about how Lassie hauls the EMT away, but he doesnât crowd Jules or grab her. How he just gently hovers his hand under her arm and waits for her to reach out to him. The way Jules keeps saying, âIâm fine, itâs okay, Iâm fine, I am totally fine, I am fine,â and Lassie is saying, âYou donât have to be fine. Juliet! You donât have to be fine.â The way Jules tries to pretend she's okay, but she's not, and she just collapses. How Lassie is basically holding her upright because she is so completely exhausted. How Lassie is rubbing her back with his thumb. And the way he rests his chin on her head. And you can see him blinking back tears of his own. AND THEY'RE GRIPPING EACH OTHER SO TIGHTLY THEY'RE HOLDING ONTO EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE. Jules holding on to Lassie because she's terrified and thought she was going to die, Lassie holding on to Jules because he's terrified and thought he was going to lose her.
BUT thatâs not what this post is about. Maybe Iâm losing my mind but I SWEAR in the last few frames before they fade out completely, you can see Lassie tilt his head down and KISS HER ON THE HEAD. Most gifs cut off before this point for aesthetic reasons but turn up your screen brightness and stare at it closely, I swear he kisses her on the head.
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Can we talk about the fact that, instead of using air fresheners or candles, Lassie blasts his apartment with spray deodorant? I can't even begin to imagine the texture his furniture must have. What is his problem. Why does he do that.
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Summary: Shawn comes up with a creative way to win an arm-wrestling contest against Gus.
It was only a matter of time before I wrote a fic about these two.
Theyâre so silly goofy adorable
Fic under the cut
âCâmon, Gus, just one more game!â
âNo, Shawn, Iâm done,â said Gus, exasperated. He started scooping the UNO cards off the brown floor panels of the Psych office and putting them back into the box. The two friendsâ card game had started on the coffee table next to their couch but somehow, most of the cards had ended up on the floor.
âOh, I see how it is. Youâre scared to lose.â
âNo Iâm not,â Gus grunted as he stood up, wiping dust off the knees of his pants. They really needed to vacuum in here. âI just donât want to play UNO for the eleventh time!â
âYou donât wanna lose for the eleventh time.â
âIâm actually not sure who won any of those games, Shawn. You were making up most of the rules.â
Shawn snorted and handed Gus the last couple of cards. âI personally think my version is way more fun. If we ever have Jules and Lassie over, weâre teaching them Ultimate NoâRemorse Death UNO.â
âWhatever,â Gus sighed. His voice jumped up an octave as he tried to suppress the chuckle building in his throat.
âJust one more game,â Shawn pleaded.
âWeâve been playing games all day,â said Gus, sitting down at his desk and pulling out his laptop. âOh Gus, bet you canât throw this paper into the trash from over there, bet you canât guess what Iâm thinking right now, bet you canât beat me at Candyland!â
Shawn plopped down onto his own chair with a sigh. âDonât be a sore loser. I just got lucky at Candyland.â
âYou got stuck in the Molasses Swamp for seven turns and then flipped over the board and declared yourself the winner.â
âGloppy and I have some unresolved issues.â
Shawn leaned back in his chair, tipping the front legs off the ground as he rested his feet on his desk. He put his arms behind his head and stretched. His boredom was becoming almost unbearable.
âHow âbout just one more, and then I promise Iâll stop,â he said. âLetâs armâwrestle.â
âI have work to do, Shawn.â
âWhoever wins the armâwrestling officially wins all the other games we played today.â
âThatâs not fair! You canât do that!â
âCome on man, you got this one in the bag. I mean, look at those biceps. Theyâre practically tearing through your shirt!â Shawn motioned toward Gusâs rolledâup blue sleeves.
Gus sighed and closed his laptop. âFine, just one round.â
Shawn put his feet down and scooted his chair over to Gusâs desk, making Gus wince as the legs of the chair squealed against the floor. Gus put his right elbow up on the desk and held his hand out to Shawn, who grabbed it tightly. Shawn smirked.
âAlright, three, twoââ
âWait, weâre not even!â Gus moved to the side of his chair and adjusted their arms. âYou have more leverage here. Our elbows have to be the same distance away from the middle.â
Shawn raised an eyebrow. âDoes it really matter?âÂ
âYes, you have to move your arm out more. Itâs all about physics.â He pushed Shawnâs elbow a few centimeters farther from their hands.
Shawn rolled his eyes. âGus, donât be Emilio Estevezâs haircut in the second Mighty Ducks movie.â
âNo, itâs justâ the second movie?â
âYeah, he fixes it for the third one,â Shawn shrugged. âAnyway, three, two, one, go!â
âHey!â Gus was caught offâguard by the lessâthanâfair start, but he managed to push back against Shawn. Their arms stayed upright for a few seconds, neither one having the advantage. Slowly, Shawnâs arm started to fall back toward the table. He grunted with effort before looking up into Gusâs eyes and smiling. Suddenly, he leaned across the table and planted a soft kiss on Gusâs lips.
Gus gasped into the kiss and stopped straining just before Shawnâs hand was about to hit the desk. Shawn quickly seized his opportunity and pushed Gusâs arm back until it touched the desk, signifying the end of the match, and Shawnâs victory.
Having effectively won the arm-wrestling contest, Shawn finally pulled away from the kiss, the warmth lingering on both of their lips, and grinned triumphantly.
Gus leaned back with his eyes wide. He stood up from the chair, looking dazed. âDid you just kiss me?â
Shawnâs smile faltered. âAre you angry?â
âIâ yes! Of course Iâm angry!â Gus yelled. Shawnâs expression fell as regret and panic seized his chest. He stood up and tried desperately to think of something to say, something to save the friendship he had inevitably just shattered, but he couldnât find the words.
âThat was our first kiss! And you wasted it to win an armâwrestling contest!â Gus fumed. âShawn, our first kiss was supposed to be romantic! Do you have any idea how long Iâve spent imagining it? We would be sitting on the boardwalk at night, on that green bench by the pier. We would be watching the stars reflecting in the ocean together. It would be cool, with a little breeze, but not too cold. The ocean would be quiet and there would only be a few people walking by and the moon would be huge and bright. We would slowly move closer together until our knees were touching and we would hold hands. Then, you would look at meââ
Shawnâs fears melted as he gazed at the man babbling away in front of him, feeling more in love than ever before. He felt like laughing. Or crying. Or both.
Gus continued, âI would be able to taste your vanilla chapstick. You would gently hold the back of my head andââ
Shawn stepped forward and pressed his lips against Gusâs a second time, effectively ending his romantic rant. Remembering what Gus had just said, he brought his hands up to hold the back of his head, deepening the kiss.
When they broke apart, Gus froze, mouth hanging open.
âHey, I had to shut you up somehow,â Shawn shrugged. âI always thought it would have been the other way around.â
âShawn, that was our secondâfirst kiss!â Gus cried, but he couldnât stop the smile spreading across his face. âI canât believe itâŚâ
Shawn grabbed his hand.
âDonât worry dude, thereâs gonna be so many more.â
Gus looked thoughtful for a moment. âNow I have a contest to propose,â he smiled. âBet you canât be the best boyfriend in the whole world.â
Shawn pulled Gus closer and pressed their foreheads together, wrapping his arms around him.