Music has become my sanctuary, my refuge amidst the chaotic storm that is my life. I never imagined that this simple hobby would have such a profound impact on my journey. You see, it all started when I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder. The weight of the world felt unbearable, and my mind was a constant battleground of emotions.
In those dark moments, I found solace in the keys of a piano. The gentle touch of my fingers, the melodies that flowed through me, became a balm for my troubled soul. Music became my therapy, my way of easing the turbulence within. Sometimes I play guitar and drums also. I may not be the best singer, but the act of singing, of pouring my heart out through the lyrics, became a cathartic release.
Through music, I could express the depths of my emotions, the turmoil that seemed to have no words. It became a language of its own, allowing me to communicate the unspoken, to share my innermost struggles and triumphs. With each note played and each lyric sung, I felt a sense of liberation, as if I could finally make sense of the chaos inside my mind.
Growing up, I always had a deep appreciation for different genres of music. But it wasn't until my bipolar diagnosis that I truly embraced playing and singing. Music became a lifeline during my bipolar episodes, soothing the edges of my depression and channeling the intensity of my manic episodes. It was a constant companion, guiding me through the highs and lows of my journey.
At first, I only used to sing for Mickey, my partner and confidant. It was our intimate connection, a way for me to share my vulnerability with someone who understood me. But as time went on, I began to sing more openly, even in the presence of others. It was a gradual process, shedding the self-consciousness and embracing the joy of making music.
Sure, I may not be the greatest singer or the most skilled instrumentalist, but that no longer matters. What matters is the healing power of music, the way it has become intertwined with my very existence. It's no longer just a hobby; it's become an essential part of who I am.
Music has taught me empathy and understanding. It has opened my eyes to different perspectives and allowed me to connect with the world on a deeper level. It has shown me that even in the darkest moments, there is beauty to be found, melodies to be sung.
So, I continue to play the piano, to strum the guitar, to beat the drumsticks on my drums, and to sing with all my heart. Music has become my sanctuary, my way of navigating the complexities of life with bipolar disorder, and so much more. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN
I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.
Being in a relationship with Mickey Milkovich has been a wild ride, to say the least. I never thought someone like him would end up being the love of my life, but here we are. Our story is far from conventional, but it's our story, and I wouldn't change a thing.
Our journey to being together was anything but smooth. We grew up on opposite sides of the tracks, with Mickey being the tough-as-nails, no-nonsense guy from the South Side, and me being the Gallagher who always seemed to be searching for something more. Our paths crossed countless times, filled with tension and fiery arguments, but deep down, there was an unspoken connection that neither of us could deny.
It was during one of our most turbulent moments that everything changed. In the midst of chaos and danger, we found solace and comfort in each other's arms. In that moment, our hearts finally aligned, and we realized that the love we had for each other was undeniable. It wasn't the fairy tale romance that you read about in books, but it was real, raw, and passionate.
Our relationship has been a rollercoaster of emotions, filled with ups and downs, fights and reconciliations. We've faced obstacles that would have torn most couples apart, but somehow, we always found our way back to each other. Mickey's loyalty and unwavering support have been my rock, even when I didn't deserve it. He's seen me at my lowest points and loved me through it all.
But what truly sets Mickey apart is the way he loves me. It's a love that's fiercely protective, yet tender and genuine. He knows me better than anyone else, and he accepts every part of me, even the broken pieces. Mickey has seen the darkest corners of my soul and still chooses to stay, reminding me that I am worthy of love and happiness.
So, to anyone who questions whether Ian Gallagher truly loves Mickey Milkovich, let me make it clear: I love him with every fiber of my being. He's my anchor, my partner in crime, and the person who makes my heart feel whole. Our journey may be unconventional, but our love is undeniable. Mickey, you are my everything. Gallavich Forever <3
Always and forever thinking about the day they got the eggs and got paired up, and other people being maybe a little awkward cause they still don't necessarily know the person they've been paired with, a little unsure of what bits they can get away with, and then Mariana, i imagine, is like "damn this is my chance for an actual ship for once let's fucking go let's not be To Weird so my partner won't be creeped out" but then charlie runs up and assigns him as Bitch Wife and immediately starts a bit where they've been married for years and he's trying to get a divorce and Mariana is just like 😍 YOU! You are The One. We are going to have so much sex. And he was right.
Cassidy clapped her hands together and bounced on her feet, grinning.
Freddy, instantly cheered by seeing them so excited, smiled down at them. “You should both get to bed,” he suggested. “You will need your energy for the big day tomorrow!”
“Aw, but now we’re too excited to sleep!” Gregory protested.