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it lingers and claws you when you’re down
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SHAMELESS 11x11 | “THE FICKLE LADY IS CALLING IT QUITS”
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i want you to know that i'm stil waiting for your 4x11 fic 😢😢💔💔
ACK IM SORRYYYYYYY ive been so busy with work and grad school prep and life so ive been severely neglecting my fics 😞😞😞
here is a randomly chosen passage from the 4x11 fic as an apology for making you wait so long🖤
He recalled one night where the two of them had been plastered on the Gallagher couch, cross-faded and entranced by an episode of How It's Made. They couldn't look away as that soothing voice narrated the dozens of machines spinning fucking yarn. Turns out cotton is all these tiny fibers that stick to itself and others like it. They have to be cleaned and separated to get out all the bad shit, the shit nobody ever wants to deal with. Then the machines take all these little bits of cotton and twist them around each other into they are one. Once a million little pieces of different plants, now all tangled into one. It's technically possible to separate these fibers, to turn them back into little bits, but you'd die before you ever finished.
In the haze of weed and lager, Mickey had thought that's what him and Ian were like. They picked out all the dirty bits until they were left with something worth preserving. Then they wrapped themselves around each other until neither could tell what part was whose. Did I stop smoking so much since you moved in? Who was it that used stick deodorant instead of canned? Since when do we eat ice cream after every shared meal? With enough force you could separate them back into Ian and Mickey rather than Ian and Mickey, but he'd kill you before you even tried.
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IAN GALLAGHER
→ SHAMELESS S10
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@galladrabbles for blur ❤️
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Ian’s hand was moving so fast on his cock it was like a blur. The toy in his ass wasn’t going easy on him either, buzzing mercilessly. Mickey’s stomach clenched, the pressure building and making him whine. “I gotta—“
“No, I didn’t say you could come,” Ian chided. He pulled the toy out and shoved it back in, making Mickey keen. “You’re gonna be a good boy and hold it in, aren't you?”
“Fuck,” Mickey breathed, tears blurring his vision. Ian wasn’t slowing down. “Yeah, I’ll hold it. I’ll be fuckin’ good.”
A messy kiss as reward. “Mhm, you will.”
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The parallel we didn’t think we needed, but most certainly deserved.
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In March - to celebrate the beginning of Spring - we asked you to grab your hoes, get your hands dirty, drop to your knees, dig deep, and plant your seed…
Yeah, seemingly Mickey Milkovich wrote this announcement, but never mind that! You sure delivered some of the tastiest produce we have ever seen!!
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Thank you @tsuga-of-mars @mickittotheman @darlingian @michellemisfit @deedala @swiftfootedachilles @energievie @blue-disco-lights @doshiart @creepkinginc @deathclassic for sharing your GARDEN CRAFTS creations with us!
(It’s downright hilarious how often Ian takes his top off in your garden Gallacrafts! HAHAHA)
Click the ‘Theme 31’ tag to see all the creations in their full grown glory and leave some love at each artist’s individual little fandom garden 🌱
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Galladrabbles
a sequel to this @galladrabbles, courtesy of @callivich’s prompt, blur
The guy—Ian—flinches, and shakes his hand off. His eyes scream fear, and it hurts Mickey even if he’s not sure why. “Let go of me.”
Mickey stutters, feeling awkward but persistent. “I…know you.”
He’s met with the same deadpan glare. “Who?”
“You have to believe me. I don’t know anyone else so—I need you.” His voice cracks. He holds his hand tight over his chest, its dark imprint the only evidence of it ever being real.
Everything is a blur; pizza rolls, gun against cheek, orange sunsets.
How can the one person he’s tied to forget him so easily?
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Liam wants to learn how to skateboard
Surpassingly, Mickey is a natural at it even though he has never tried it before
He takes Liam shopping for a skateboard (“and all those fucking safety things because if you get as much as a scraped knee Ian will fucking kill me”)
Liam tries on various helmets and finds one that fits his aesthetic (“whatever the fuck that it?”)
Mickey gets lost looking at the various stickers you get buy and decorate your board with (“this is a serious thing, kid. You gotta get the most badass stickers”)
Liam gets several stickers; a Ross painting as a sticker, Miles Morales as spider-man, and lastly some ACAB stickers (“hell yeah fuck them cops man”)
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“why’s he always covered in blood” he needs enrichment. What’s not clicking
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Quickest way to my heart? Stab wound probably.
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Miss me? Mickey?
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"but she hit her with a car" cute aggression
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