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minniedeer · 2 years
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Cutie 💚
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raulfernandez · 8 months
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NOOOOOOOO
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sylphide-nour · 1 year
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[050523] 5:07 PM KST
🐶:Baby Minnie...😀😀
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innielove · 2 years
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🥺😭
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jobforhom-blog · 8 months
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artharakka · 1 year
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“Äiti itki. Isä lähti huoneesta. Vivian istui nurkassa ja kuunteli vaiti. Kissamme Minni hyppäsi vuoteelle ja käpertyi jalkojeni päälle ja kehräsi, sillä kehräämällä parannetaan sairaita.” — Emmi Itäranta. Kuunpäivän kirjeet
“Mom cried. Dad left the room. Vivian sat in the corner and listened quietly. Our cat Minni jumped on the bed and curled up on my legs and purred, for through purring the sick are healed.” — Emmi Itäranta. The Moonday Letters. Quote tranlated by me (unofficial)
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gimmeurtmi · 6 months
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triptych-of-voids · 3 months
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@emmetofthestars another specimen!!
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lovereist · 1 year
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killer queen (of hearts) — ᥫ᭡˖ ݁ . ᳝࣪ ˖ ֹׂ 𝆬 𓈒 ֹ ࣪˖ . ݁🍷
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scurvgirl · 7 months
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The Milkovich house is a disaster. Actually, disaster is an understatement. Ian always knew how the Milkoviches lived, shit he'd lived that that too for a bit. But it hits different when you're one of two people now tasked with sorting through everything.
Most of it is trash. Some of it, though, is meaningful. An even smaller portion of it is pure treasure.
Ian pulls out a picture, clearly taken years and years ago. It shows two young children, more like toddlers really, dressed up in matching costumes. A Mickey and Minnie Mouse.
"Holy shit," Ian breathes as he stares at the picture. He knows it's his husband but he has to be sure. He flips the picture over and in neat, blue ink reads "Mickey and Mandy, Halloween 1997". He can barely process it. Little Mickey. Little Mickey dressed as Mickey Mouse. He flips the picture over again to stare at how adorable his best friend and husband were when they were little. Mickey is smiling in the photo, a big open mouthed smile, maybe even mid laugh. Adorable. Precious.
"Hey, whatcha got there?" Mickey's voice cuts through Ian's thoughts. Oh no, Mickey shouldn't see this. But also....
"Just a picture of you and Mandy." He tries to deflect, but Mickey's quick. He darts to Ian's side and snags a peak of the picture before Ian can hide it.
He expects curses, eye rolls, maybe a hand to snatch it from Ian. What he did not expect is how Mickey goes still then looks away.
"Throw it away."
"Mick-
"Throw it away! My...my mom took that. Before she...look, just throw that shit away." Mickey picks up a beyond-repair shirt and stuffs it into a 'throw away' trash bag. He stomps off into the house, leaving Ian alone with the picture.
He looks down at little smiling Mickey and Mandy. He can't throw this away, he can't just toss whatever evidence that some parts of Mickey's childhood weren't all bad. He tucks the picture into his coat and continues to sort through the mess.
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Much, much later, they're home. They shower together for quickness and it really is quick (okay, there is some groping) before falling into bed together. Fuck clothes, they're married and at this point, everyone in the house has seen them.
Ian turns to Mickey and tentatively places his hand over his husband's. Mickey accepts it, a finger worries at Ian's wedding band.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Shit, Ian, when do I ever want to talk about it?"
There's a long pause before Mickey presses his free hand to his eyes. "I dunno, man, it's just...I'm a fucking orphan. Terry was fucked up and terrible and I wanted to kill him, should have killed him, but he was...fuck. I dunno. I dunno all this feeling shit is just fucked."
Ian doesn't respond verbally right away, instead he scoots over and gently coaxes Mickey into his arms. Mickey allows it, his head coming to rest on Ian's pec while Ian holds his hand.
"I fucking hate him. He taught me how to shoot, how to hotwire a car. I hate him and he's gone. He...he hurt you."
"This isn't about me," Ian whispers, giving Mickey a squeeze.
"It is cuz I'd be...I'd be in jail right now because I'd have killed that stupid fucking nun by now if it wasn't because of your stupid ginger ass."
Ian pauses, listens to Mickey's breath hitch, feels wetness not from their shower on his chest.
"Do you want to kill her?" Ian asks softly after a while.
"No."
Oh so gently, Ian cups Mickey's jaw and tilts his reddened, tear streaked face up.
"I'm sorry you're hurting, baby, and I am not sorry he's gone. He hurt you and he can't do that anymore." Ian presses a kiss to Mickey's forehead.
Mickey doesn't say much more, either from exhaustion or not wanting to talk about it anymore. Either way, Ian holds him and he doesn't pull away.
"That picture you found was the best day of my life before you. Mom dressed Mandy and I up, we went trick'or'treating, ate so much fucking candy. Then she had to fucking die." Mickey sniffles and Ian holds him closer.
"So stupid, dressed up as that damn mouse."
"You were cute," Ian cuts in because he can't help himself, "you're still cute."
"Sap." Mickey pushes Ian without any real force, making them both smile.
"Yeah, I...have a confession, Mick."
"Fuck, what?"
"I didn't throw the pic away."
Mickey doesn't respond right away, just runs a finger along Ian's chest, fidgeting with some of his chest hair.
"Good."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
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They're back at the house the next day. More trash. More hateful messages and books and shit that Ian would like to forget.
In the end, it's Mickey who finds it. He walks out of one of the smaller bedrooms holding a short, black book. He's staring at it like it's some foreign object or a bomb about to go off. Ian is by his side in a moment.
The book's label is written in that same neat script as the picture - "Mickey and Mandy Growing Up".
"It's a photo album," Ian whispers.
"Yep." Mickey's eyes don't move away from it. His body is still.
Ian places a hand on Mickey's shoulder, "You don't have to open it here, or even today or tomorrow. Let's pack it and when you're ready, we can look at it. Together." Finally Mickey moves. He nods his head and gives the album to Ian.
"Keep it with the picture."
Ian takes the album then leans forward to press a kiss to his brave, emotional, incredible husband. His husband who has the chance to be as happy as the little boy in the picture.
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minniedeer · 2 years
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Baby Minnie vs. Xiumin
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dreamsinthewitchouse · 8 months
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It all happens in a split second, but it’s enough. Bucky’s jaw drops. “Holy shit,” he breathes. “You’re Captain America.”
Cracking a smile despite his nerves, Steve sends Bucky a sloppy salute. “Steve Rogers, at your service.”
“I think I need to sit down,” Bucky mutters, and sinks to the floor.
Calico Skies by @musette22 | 52k, Explicit
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A little moodboard for the epic, slow burn Stucky cabin AU by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show-stopping and spectacular Minnie 🌲🌻🪵🐾🕯️🍂☕️ This fic is so very soft and sweet and beautiful, and guaranteed to leave your heart full of marshmallows. 💞💞💞
Happiest of birthdays, my most precious baby giraffe! 🥂🎂🎉🦒💘✨ I love you a completely abnormal amount, to the outer reaches of the universe and back, and I'm sending you so many birthday smooches and snuggles you won't know what to do with them all! 🥰💫💋 Bisou!
(Apologies for not managing to snap a photo of Bernie — I promise she’s chewing the bed as we speak. 🐐)
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dreamiehan · 5 months
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i truly wish i could tell you i stayed sane when these were posted on my timeline but i’d be lying so.. 😵‍💫
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mickeysclubhouse · 2 months
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Friends always friends, it's you and me forever, Funderful wonderful friends ♥
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oceanicpride · 1 month
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Cry Babies BFF Disney Minnie Mouse, Daisy Duck and Stitch inspired dolls
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dealing with my pre-dublin shows anxiety by writing some milex smut on this fine saturday evening and i have to say it's a pretty effective distraction
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