Planets According To Stargate:

Chief Vick: Why are you four drenched in blood?!?!

Shawn: Um, Gus had a nosebleed?

Lassiter: Don’t worry. It’s not ours…

Chief Vick:

Chief Vick: Do you have any idea how much paperwork I’m going to have to do now?

Juliet: They’re just being dramatic, Chief. It’s not blood.

Gus: Shawn ran into a shelf while we were investigating a paint store.

saying I miss a character is so funny I don't even know what I mean. I could engage with the media anytime. i could even read or even WRITE fanfic. but man. i miss the character

They really put the ha into hanging on by a thread

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polyamory was invented in 1969 by kirk, spock, and mccoy, and their only true successors are the leverage ot3 and whatever the fuck psych had going on

Flight Attendant: Please make sure all small items are secure!

Hardison: *grabs Eliot next to him and holds him tightly against his chest*

Hardison: Do you feel secure?

Eliot: I will hit you.

bugs when u lift up a rock

Hardison: Don’t worry. We’ll watch your back.

Client: Oh yeah? Who watches yours?

Parker: *smiles*

Eliot: *appearing out of the shadows*

Eliot: *hair flip*

Eliot: *looks really cool*

Eliot: *another hair flip*

Eliot: That… would be me.

Stereotypical New Yorker Peter Parker has my entire heart ESPECIALLY if Tony is clueless

The two are strolling the city for a day and Peter’s chatting happily away before suddenly SLAMMING INTO TONY to push him out of the road, flipping off a rouge taxi, full “I’M WALKIN’ HERE” and everything. Meanwhile, Tony’s just losing it like “WHEN TF DID YOU GET AN ACCENT??”

Forgot the word "apostrophe," could only remember the Psych joke, and straight-up googled the phrase "God's comma" to jog my memory.

I know Lassiter would like to think he’s reasonable, serious, and normal but his life to anyone else’s ears sounds so wacky and full of hijinks

We can bring up the small things like the fact he reenacts war battles, has mommy and daddy issues, or had a fling with a colleague, but there is also the facts that he works with a psychic, has so many guns in his house the police couldn’t find them all, had gotten in a relationship with a woman who is in jail after her brother tried to steal his blood, tap dances to relax and solve murders, set up a bomb on a car as a distraction for the mentioned psychic, has a murder- I mean suspect board in his own home, would plant evidence on his ex-wife’s new boyfriend, is pansexual, has encouraged his colleague to breakup with the twice previously mentioned psychic, has offered to set up that colleague with another woman in prison, refused to tell anyone about extreme amounts of blood loss, went fishing with Henry Spencer, has shot at a donut mascot after being drugged, gave colleague and psychic knives (not of the kitchen variety) as a housewarming gift, threw himself a party (banner included) for solving a case, cut the umbilical cord off of his boss’s baby, has chased previously mentioned psychic’s best friend through his apartment building with a sword after once again being drugged, immediately assumed he slept with the coroner, psychic, and psychic’s best friend after waking up from a night of drinking spooning the coroner, has gotten the nickname detective dipstick, is definitely a conspiracy theorist in a government cover up and apocalyptic kind of way, has the most glorious chest hair (not really relevant but I just want to bring it up), and is weird about his car.