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Remember that time Mickey got shot in the ass? 🍑 Dat ass!
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don't forget me... it made me cry 😭😭
mini moodboard story challenge
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So, I'm back in business. I love Callie and her prompts. Even if it's just a BLUR ♥
Thanks to @galladrabbles and @ianandmickeygallavich1 for this week's prompt. Here are my 100 words:
The first thing Mickey notices when he wakes up is red hair. He blinks several times until the events of last night no longer seem like a blur.
The redhead turns and stares at Mickey with emerald eyes, black eyeliner smeared underneath.
"Morning, Mata Hari," Mickey grins.
"You and me…"
"Oh, no. I prefer to fuck people when they’re seems alive. Picked you at the club last night. You were completely out."
"I'm alive now."
"Really?"
"Yuppp. 'm Ian, by the way."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Mickey."
"You're very handsome, Mickey," Ian mutters, ducking his head under the blanket.
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Drabble Challenge!
Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!!
“That’s starting to get annoying”
“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You can’t just sit there all day.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“I’m not here to make friends.”
“I need a place to stay.”
“Well, that’s tragic.”
“You’re seriously like a man-child.”
“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”
“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”
“Dear Diary, …”
“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
“I lost our baby.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”
“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
“What’s the matter, sweetie?”
“You’re Satan.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”
“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
“Did you just hiss at me?”
“Do you really need all that candy?”
“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”
“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
“No. Regrets.”
“How drunk was I?”
“How is my wife more badass than me?”
“Be you. No one else can.”
“I haven’t slept in ages.”
“I locked the keys in the car.”
“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”
“You work for me. You are my slave.”
“Take your medicine.”
“They’re monsters.”
“Welcome to fatherhood.”
“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”
“It’s your turn to make dinner.”
“The kids, they ambushed me.”
“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”
“Stop being so cute.”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“You need to see a doctor.”
“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”
“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”
“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”
“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”
“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”
“This is girl talk, so leave.”
“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”
“There’s a herd of them!”
“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”
“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
“You’re a nerd.”
“I’m late.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“You smell like a wet dog.”
“I could punch you right now.”
“Are you going to talk to me?”
“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”
“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”
“Here, take my blanket.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“How could I ever forget about you?”
“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”
“Run for it!”
“We need to talk.”
“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”
“I want a pet.”
“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”
“I’m not wearing a dress.”
“I’m not wearing a tie.”
“Quit beating me up!”
“Please put your penis away.”
“It’s a Texas thing.”
“Don’t argue. Just do it.”
“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”
“Does he know about the baby?”
“Hold still.”
“I just ironed these pants!”
“Enough with the sass!”
“Show me what’s behind your back.”
“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”
“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”
“Stay awake.”
“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”
“You’re not interested, are you?”
“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
“Tell me you need me.”
“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
“I had a bad dream again.”
“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”
“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”
“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”
“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”
“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”
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things I would love to read: EMT!Ian and ER nurse!Mickey who meet at the hospital when Ian is on a call bringing a patient to the hospital—maybe they get along at first, maybe they don't, but after they run into each other a few times Ian starts looking forward to when they end up at Mickey's hospital (no he's not been obsessively trying to figure out Mickey's shift rotation, why do you ask)
and one day he and his partner have dropped off a patient and it's lunch and they're starving, so they decide to eat at the hospital since they're already there, and Ian sees Mickey at a table outside, and there's nowhere else to sit because the weather is nice and the employees are taking advantage of the sunshine
so Ian is all "mind if I sit here?" and Mickey is like "I ain't stoppin' ya, red" and it's awkward at first but then they somehow manage to break the ice—this may lead to Mickey showing Ian where on the smoke-free hospital campus is a sneaky place for them to light up and share a cigarette 😉
anyway the boys end up bonding and chatting and Ian finds an excuse to get Mickey's number and it'd just be cute as hell <3
@gallavichprompts any takers?
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Prompt by @callivich :
Mickey is a handyman/builder. His latest job is working on a room which he’s pretty sure is gonna be some kinda sex dungeon. Even though his client, Ian, insists it’s a ‘workout’ room.
Maybe Mickey is wrong and this is just a weird home gym but either way…..one thing he does know is that he’s got the hots for Ian.
Climbing up the ladder, Mickey looks closely at the mark on the ceiling. He just finished installing the podium yesterday, and now he has to screw a massive metal hook into the ceiling right above it.
He hears movement behind him. Turning around, Mickey almost falls off the ladder when he finds Ian leaning his shoulder against the doorway.
“What the fuck, dude? You can't sneak up on a man like that when he's busy! Mickey is indignant, coming down from the stepladder.
Ian giggles, hiding his hands in the pockets of his jeans, which are so tight and fit well on those hips that it must be illegal. Mickey thinks the man looks a little shy. On the other hand, his amorous brain may well play this cruel trick on him.
“I'm sorry,” Ian says. His smile at the same time makes Mickey's eyes hurt in the most pleasant way. “I just wanted to know how you're doing here.”
Mickey snorts to himself. He has been doing repairs in a strange room for a week, ridiculously reminiscent of a sex dungeon. At the same time, the owner of the house continues to claim that “this is just a gym.” At the same time, this host is so hot, how sweet, attentive and kind. And Mickey managed to fall head over heels in love with him almost on the very first day they met.
How is he doing? Oh, great! Mickey's totally fucking fine. Why not?
Ian continues to stand in the doorway, giving Mickey space and time to think about his answer. It gives Mickey a little more courage to ask the question that's been on his tongue all morning.
“What is it for? He finally asks, pointing with his gaze at the sturdy metal hook he clutches in his hand.
“Oh, it's going to have a punching bag attached to it,” Ian replies innocently.
He doesn't seem to think about the answer for a second. That doesn't mean Mickey doesn't have more questions.
“A punching bag. Cool,” Mickey snorts again. “In that case, why the fuck would you need this podium under her?”his gaze slides along the perimeter of the structure on the floor, suspiciously resembling a king-sized bed in size and height.
He thinks that the two wooden beams that were brought yesterday would have made a full-size St. Andrew's Cross. Mickey is not sure if he hopes that this is not the case, or vice versa.
Obviously, Ian has an answer to any remark Mickey makes.
“Well, it's convenient. And aesthetic,” Ian shrugs, looking up from the doorway. Mickey notices too late that the atmosphere in the room has changed. When he realizes this, the giant redhead is already standing on the podium right in front of him. “What are you thinking, Mickey?”Ian is asking. His voice now sounds low and muffled.
Mickey has to swallow the lump stuck in his throat. His free hand involuntarily reaches for his face. He scratches his eyebrow with his thumb, tilting his head and staring at his work boots. Should he tell Ian that a sex swing would look much more aesthetic on this hook than a punching bag?
“I think it's more like a dark room,” Mickey hears himself talking before he can stop himself.
He also hears Ian's soft laugh, but he doesn't dare look up yet. His whole body is covered with goosebumps when a large freckled hand reaches out to him. Ian's long fingers touch Mickey's chin so gently and at the same time firmly that he has absolutely no strength (and desire) to resist.
“You wish that was the case, wouldn't you, kid?”
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Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024
It's here! Our first ever fanart-only event (thanks @michellemisfit for the idea!).
The rules are pretty similar to the fanfiction masquerade. In a Masquerade, artists will create fanarts anonymously, attempting to create something in a style different from their usual in order to fool the "admirers". These fanarts will all be revealed at the same time on May 12th - our Fanart Masquerade Ball! - and admirers (who may also be other fanartists) will have two weeks to attempt to guess who's behind each mask, that is, who did which fanart.
Details after the read more.
Requirements
None. Any art style will do, as long as it's drawn, I suppose. Traditional or digital, colored or b&W or lineart... Just no edits. And absolutely no AI, of course.
I need fanart ideas!
Maybe this will help.
Sign-ups
Signing-up is required and can be done here. For this event, sign-ups can be done up to the time of posting. Unlike other events, this is one where you will need to sign-up only at the end, after the art is done. You'll be required to add your AO3 username and the title of your fanart (yes, you'll have to give it a title, sorry - it can be pretty simple though).
Is NSFW accepted?
Yes, as long as it is correctly tagged. Please keep in mind that in this case, it's possible some people might not be comfortable in viewing it.
What if I don't have an AO3 account?
Then I'm very sorry, but in this case, you won't be able to participate (as an artist). For his event, having an AO3 account is mandatory so that you can post in the collection. That being said, a lot of people have AO3 invites, so ask right now and someone may be able to send you one. (Or, worst case scenario, we can find writer buddies to post for you.)
Posting
Posting needs to be done on AO3 because the Fanart Masquerade Collection will be unrevealed and anonymous. All posting must be done until the eve of the Masquerade, so May 11th. On May 12th, all the fanarts will be revealed and available for the admirers. The fanarts will remain anonymous until May 26th, when the game ends. The winners will be revealed shortly after, along with the prizes (more on that below). After the artists identities are revealed, they are free to post their fanart wherever they please.
Because unfortunately AO3 doesn't host images, your fanarts will have to be hosted elsewhere and linked to AO3. They should stay as hidden as possible. One possibility is posting privately on Tumblr and then using the image link to post on AO3. If you don't know how to do that or don't have a place to host the fanart, please contact us and we'll help you out.
When posting on AO3, choose to do it under the Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024 Collection (as in the picture below). I'll take care of the rest. It's important to do so when posting and not after, or it won't work.
Voting
Voting will be done via a new form, which will be disclosed only after the fanarts are posted. All fanart titles will be displayed and the admirers will chose from a menu who they think the artist is.
Points
There are two ways of winning this game, as an artist and as an admirer.
Artists are awarded 1 point for each person who correctly guesses their fanart and 3 points for each person who wrongly guesses it. That's right, you get more points if you're actually able to deceive everyone!
Admirers are awarded 5 points for each fanart they guess correctly, but they lose 1 point for each wrong guess.
Artists can also be admirers, so they have twice the chance of winning.
Prizes
The winning fanarts will get short fics based on them! And the one by the winning artist will be the prompt for one week in the @galladrabbles.
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Thank you Rayray @rayrayor for encouraging me to participate in the Drabble Challenge ♥ Thanks to Mandi @bawlbrayker for helping me edit this ♥
Here's my drabble on request number 15: “I’d kill for a coffee...literally.”
Morning crept inexorably into Ian and Mickey's bedroom, along with the sun's insidious rays. They should have gotten new blinds to replace the old ones Ian had taken from Lip and Tami's house in Milwaukee. In fact, Ian wasn't the least bit bothered by the fact that he had to wake up literally at the crack of dawn. He had long since gotten used to the strict regimen. The same could not be said for his husband, who had become particularly restless lately. Besides, Mickey had always hated the beginning of the work week.
Not that Ian thought there was any reason for Mickey's restlessness. But apparently Mickey himself thought otherwise.
The agitated tossing under the covers signaled to Ian that his husband was awake, and not in the best of spirits. It didn't come as a surprise to him either.
"Fucking shit!" Mickey jumped up from the bed so abruptly that the phone Ian was holding fell onto his chest.
Raising an eyebrow, Ian decided he wasn't going to release any comments just yet. Instead, he preferred to focus on enjoying the magnificent sight of his grumpy and completely naked husband. He couldn't hold back a disappointed sigh as Mickey quickly picked up the first boxers he could find from the floor and put them on, thus depriving Ian of an important part of his aesthetic pleasure.
Standing in front of the window, Mickey grabbed the blinds, crumpling them at the edges. He then jerked his arms violently, pulling the blinds off the window, allowing sunlight to fill their bedroom.
"Might as well not have this shit in here," Mickey yelled, throwing the now permanently broken blinds to the floor. Glancing over his shoulder, he threw Ian an angry look. "You should give this shit back…” he kicked the blinds with his foot,"to your fucking brother. I'll be fucking glad to know that asshole has as fucked up a morning start as we do."
"Well, there's nothing wrong with my morning," Ian couldn't resist commenting, for which he was immediately rewarded with two blue knives pointed right between his eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I completely forgot that you are Mr. 'Nothing Can Take Away My Zen'. In that case, Master Shifu, could you stop thinking only about your own ass for a second and take care of your fucking neighbor? Isn't that what fucking kung fu teaches?"
"Actually, kung fu teaches you to be more tolerant of your neighbor first and foremost," Ian snapped back. "I'm sure I've been pretty good at it so far, Mickey."
With those words, he threw back the covers and slipped out of bed. His morning boner stared proudly at the ceiling as Ian stalked naked into the bathroom. He didn't like the fact that his husband had managed to get him off balance so quickly, but Mickey's lustful sigh behind Ian's back made up for that brief discomfort.
Ian's peace of mind was fully restored after Mickey caught up with him in the bathroom doorway. Ian received his rightful morning blowjob, which he immediately returned to Mickey with all the enthusiasm of which he was capable.
Brushing his teeth, Mickey mentioned in passing that Kit, their new West Side client, had turned out to be a sneaky bastard who'd tried his best to drive the price of shit down. Ian simply reminded Mickey that credit should be given to Kit, since it was Mickey who had arbitrarily jacked up the price of shit. The incident was over.
Until it turned out that there was no coffee in their apartment.
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As they approached Starbucks, they found a line a mile long, which in itself was not surprising for a Monday morning. The next coffee shop was much less crowded, much to Ian's sincere joy. All his hopes of getting the morning going again were dashed immediately after the waiter mixed up their order and brought them iced coffee.
"If I liked drinking this shit, I'd have stayed in fucking Mexico!" shouted Mickey desperately as Ian dragged him outside, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
Eventually, after all the morning's misadventures, they found themselves in a tiny, unremarkable coffee shop. By West Side standards, it was just a hole in the wall, mostly ignored by the civilized locals. Ian figured: why not? After all, he and Mickey were still ghetto dudes, right? His temporary excitement quickly faded when he and Mickey walked up to the counter and found there.... the laziest barista in fucking Chicago.
Ian read the man's name on the nametag.
"Good morning, uh... Squidward?" he greeted the barista with the most idiotic name he'd ever seen. After the guy didn't even bother to look up from his phone at him, Ian decided to order anyway. "Double Americano and an Americano with cream, please."
Again, no response. Throwing a glance at his husband, who was leaning his butt on one of the tables, Ian realized Mickey was approaching boiling point. He returned his attention to the barista, already seriously contemplating that a plate of stale oatmeal cookies would look good on this guy's head.
"Hey, Mr. Tentacles," Ian muttered through clenched teeth.
Meanwhile, Mickey had gotten his ass off the table and walked over to the counter, resting his palms on it. A sly smile played on Ian's lips as he reached across the counter and slapped Squidward hard on the shoulder. The man didn't even flinch at this unceremonious invasion of his personal space. Instead, he slowly raised his head and stared at Ian, blinking his sleepy fish eyes stupidly, as if he didn't know there was anyone here but him.
Ian arched an eyebrow and nodded at Mickey's tattooed fingers, which his husband defiantly spread, knuckles pressing against the counter.
"I suspect you can read. Can you see what it says here?"
This time it apparently reached Squidward what an unpleasant situation he had gotten himself into. He swallowed awkwardly, and then, like an idiot, began to read aloud the writing on Mickey's knuckles. This made Ian growl impatiently and Mickey snort smugly.
"Bite him, Hercules!"
"Jesus Christ," Ian rolled his eyes, ignoring his shithead husband's retort. "Are the people in this place even capable of reading between the lines?" The barista blinked dumbly again. "Look," Ian noisily let the air out of his lungs. He points at Mickey’s tattooed fingers and spells it out, "It says, 'I'd kill for a coffee.' And that's not a euphemism, Mr. Tentacles. We understand each other now, right?"
With a hasty nod, Squidward jumped up from his seat.
A few minutes later, Ian and Mickey were enjoying a fairly decent coffee, seated at a table in the deserted coffee shop. They'd even allowed themselves to get a little fucked in the bathroom because Mickey was so damn horny. Ian thought he guessed the reason for that.
"Bye, Sponge fucking Bob. See you later," Mickey called out cheerfully, waving goodbye to Squidward as they left the café.
Once outside, Ian put his arm around his husband's waist and pulled him to him for a brief but deep kiss.
"Do you think he'll be happy to see us here again?"
"I don't care if he'll be glad or not," Mickey snorted. He looked relaxed now, which Ian couldn't help but be pleased about. "We'll definitely come back here again. Dude's a dickhead, sure, but his coffee's pretty damn good."
A wolfish smile blossomed on Ian's lips.
"Are you sure it's not because I turn you on so much when I'm angry?"
"Oh for fuck's sake, Peter fucking Pan," Mickey rolled his eyes. "You know you look like a golden retriever most of the time, right?"
Twisting out of Ian's embrace, Mickey headed toward their parked car. Ian rushed after Mickey, resenting being demoted so abruptly.
"Hey, what happened to fucking Hercules?"
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We are hosting our very first writing event ~ so stuff all your pens, notebooks, and art supplies into your favorite backpack, bring water and snacks, and join us for Gallavich Summer Writing Camp!
What is it?? Writers and artists will team up in “bunks” and write a story together, paired with accompanying art (if desired!). Stories will post the 3rd week of July - during our weeklong virtual campfire.
What kind of stories can we write?
* The theme of your story is ... ☀️ SUMMER ☀️
* Story word minimum: 10K
* Please make sure your stories and art are tagged properly
How do I join a bunk?
* You can form one with your friends! Each team can have any combination of writers, artists, and betas - we recommend 3-4 people per group. And we'll expect a cute name for your bunk too :)
* If you would like to be assigned to a bunk, we’re excited to find the right one for you!
Got my group, now what?
* Once you have your bunkmates assembled, please fill out this Google Form by Friday, May 10 to let us know your plans. Just pick one representative from your bunk to complete it.
* If you’re signing up solo and would like to be assigned to a team, you can indicate that on the form too + your preferred role.
The week of May 13, we’ll contact each group to let you know your assigned posting date ~ and then you can start writing and creating!
Posting Week: July 22-26; we will check in midway through to make sure you’re on your way or if you need anything as you work toward your posting deadline.
We’ll have a Collection on AO3, so at least one person in the bunk should have an account.
The Fic Club on Discord will set up a channel specific to this event where you can ask us questions and chat with fellow participants. If you’re not on the server yet, come join us!
We can’t wait to hang out by the fire, roast marshmallows, and read stories together!
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The flying dragon lizard (Draco volans)
So dragons still exist, only now they are very small!Meet the Draco volans, known as the common flying dragon.Draco volans, a species of lizard in the family Agamidae, is native to Southeast Asia and Southeast India. This species can reach up to 22 cm in length, including the tail, and males are usually shorter than females.Draco volans is endowed with wing-like lateral extensions of skin, called patagia, which give it the ability to glide. In fact, the reptile is entirely arboreal and is considered a passive glider or parachutist. The male’s patagium is tan to bright orange with dark bands, while the female’s has irregular patterns instead of bands.
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Gallavich is toxic
No relationship should have that much ass. PUT IT AWAY
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BONES
Okay, okay, I know it's a little late. Thanks to @galladrabbles and @heymacy for the prompt though ♥
"You mean you didn't notice the fucking wedding ring on his finger?"
Ian flares his nostrils, looming over the stranger who pinched Mickey's ass a moment ago.
Mickey strains his brain looking for ways to appease the jealous Red. He needs to throw this Irish Wolfhound a bone. Preferably one with a lot of juicy fillet on it if he doesn't want it to end with someone's broken jaw.
"Easy, baby."
Standing between Ian and the stranger, Mickey presses her ass against his furious husband's groin. Ian's hands instantly interlock on Mickey's stomach.
"Run, motherfucker," Mickey whispers to the jerk.
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