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✨ Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thank you to @jrooc for tagging me in this latest (and previous) round of Weekly Tag Wednesday, as well as @thepupperino, @heymacy, @catgrassplantdad, @heymrspatel and @deedala for thinking of me these past few weeks! 🥰💖

Name: Lyds 🌿

Age: 6x6

Location (globally): Hey, look over there! runs off

Location (physically): In my cozy little office nook

Favorite food to eat: Pasta with anything

Favorite food to cook: Whatever is the quickest/easiest

Will you be attending @too-schoolforcool’s ☀️ Kitchen Shenanigans🍴with Cherry on the 6th july? Hhhwhat? Must investigate further, I'm embarrassingly out of the loop

What’s your zodiac: Taurus ♉

Will you be attending @heymacy’s ☀️ Astrology 101: More Than Just Your Sun Sign ☀️ lecture on the 13th july? This sounds like a blast, so I will try to!

(check @gallavich-fic-club’s lesson plan for details here) (Oooh, will do!)

Now let predictive text complete each sentence for you after the 💭

My age is 💭 a little overwhelmed (just like the rest of me 😅)

My favourite animal is 💭 the angstiest shit I can think of (nooo, critters must be angst-free)

I love to cook 💭 and cook for you (you be cooking up some lies right there, girlfriend)

I love to eat 💭 with fish (true, I love fish with anything)

I have a lot of ideas about 💭 how to handle it (really, care to share some?)

I have no clue 💭 what I did (ah, short-term memory problems)

My dream career is 💭 to be a pet lover (as a currently unemployed wife, this is correct)

My favourite character on Shameless is 💭 that what he sounds like? (and here we have a mandatory guest appearance from my smutty fic draft)

Debbie Gallagher is 💭 a small victory (nice)

Carl Gallagher is 💭 a carousel of blorb (what? 😂)

Mandy Milkovich is 💭 a great resource (of what exactly?)

Mickey Milkovich is 💭 the best (correct! ✨)

Ian Gallagher is 💭 an amazing entertainer (he certainly entertains me with his dancing)

To me Ian and Mickey are 💭 the only ones that have been on the losing side (they had a rough start, but those days are long gone)

Gallavich means 💭 that you feel like doing the picrew thing (haha, this fandom does love a good Picrew!)

I wish anyone who reads this to 💭 be a pet lover (10/10 can recommend, I'm taken so you can't be mine, but otherwise go for it XD)

Tagging all the lovely folks from the top of my post right back, as well as @rereadanon, @gallawitchxx, @vintagelacerosette, @lupeloto, @darlingian, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @crossmydna, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @spicycinnabun, @gallabitch73 and anyone who sees this and wants to play! 💖

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This week's @galladrabbles prompt, provided by @ardent-fox was: "in this space right here / that we have made for each other, / you can say anything / and i will not abandon you. / unwrap the worst things you have done. / watch me hold them up to the light / and not even flinch." - trista mateer.

They never talked about them later.  Never mentioned it during the daylight.

The late-night, half-awake, whispered confessions.  The moments of softness, and acceptance.  Tears, and reassurance.  Apologies given, forgiveness received.

They never spoke of them outside of the comfort of their bed.  Never hinted at them once the sun rose.

The sad memories shared.  The painful days, and lonely nights finally spoken of.  The childhood dreams that died too young, the hopes that once ran free.

They never spoke of them in the hours, days, or years to come.  But some days, they looked into the other's eyes and smiled, because they knew.

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this week's @galladrabbles is featured by [with? what is english] @ardent-fox and her amazing prompt:

"in this space right here / that we have made for each other, / you can say anything / and i will not abandon you. / unwrap the worst things you have done. / watch me hold them up to the light / and not even flinch." - trista mateer.

read from the start here or on ao3.

"Mickey? Mickey!" Hands grabbing for his shoulders, hauling him up from the ground. Soft fingers closing around his face, eyes flicking over marble skin. Searching, searching. "I'm okay," hushed, panted. Voice trembling with relieved doubt. "I'm okay, Ian." Arms closing around his torso, pulling him close, closer. Lips pressed against his forehead. Mickey let go of his held breath, settling into the space Ian had made for him. No judgment. No fear. Just love and devotion. Pulled out of their cocoon by twigs breaking under heavy boots, they turned, expressions wide and wild. Before their eyes, their trap snapped shut.

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galladrabbles!

the lovely poem by Trista Meteer is this week’s prompt by @ardent-fox for @galladrabbles !

In this space right here

that we have made for each other,

you can say anything

and I will not abandon you.

Unwrap the worst things you have done.

Watch me hold them up to the light

and not even flinch.

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ian gulps, a storm in his eyes threatening to pour, “it’s just i know ive done shit during my episodes i never want you to-“

“hey” mickey stops him, “not even on my radar, gallagher.” he, “nothin’ you could do that i can’t handle.” he uses the tip of his thumb to lightly brush ian’s chin. ian leans into the touch, a weight lifting from him and the storm subsiding as he inches closer to mickey, allowing himself to be wrapped in the warmth of the space they’ve made for each other.

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galladrabbles - poem by trista mateer

In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.

thank you @ardent-fox for this week's @galladrabbles prompt! this poem is so lovely <3

Mickey didn’t realize the joy he would feel when he and Ian moved into their own space.

A space that was built for just him and Ian - nobody else.

They put up silly posters and Mickey made some drawings that Ian promptly framed to hang on the wall. They were building a home together in their small (but cozy) apartment on the West Side.

Here, he was safe. He was with Ian, who loved him for all that he is - the good, the bad, the really bad, and Ian’s favorite; the soft, sweet loverboy that he’s always been deep down.

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Today was Gallavich Nation Resurrection Day 🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏🙌🙏

Ahhhh!! Look at them!!!!

Photos credit to the owner 🙏

Photo credit tagged on it 🙏

Photo credit @salkestis on X 🙏

Photo credit tagged on it 🙏

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Galladrables: Trista Mateer poem ✨

Thank you @ardent-fox for this week's beautiful @galladrabbles prompt. It is so very them.

In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anythingand I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch. 

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Sometimes, on quieter days, they’ll head back to the old neighborhood.   

They’ll wander the streets they used to know by heart, smoke under freeway overpasses, make out in the broken-down bleachers no one’s ever bothered to fix. 

Each corner, each block holds a memory, a flashback. These places were the backdrop of their story, a reminder of how it all began. The light moments, and the dark. 

“I don’t know where else to go…”

“What fuckin’ world do you live in?… “

“Would you at least look at me?”

They’ll remember and squeeze each other’s hands tighter as they walk.

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In this space right here

that we have made for each other,

you can say anything

and I will not abandon you.

Unwrap the worst things you have done.

Watch me hold them up to the light

and not even flinch.

I never thought I would miss her. I never thought she would go like this. I never thought I would be the only person who miss her like this.

But I do. I was always like her. I never wanted but I always was. I was the most like her of all the others.

When she was alive I always want to abandon her. But right now I only want to talk to her. She was the worst. Had done te worst. But right now, in this space here I want her to hold me like the mom she never was but always wanted to be.

"You're okay?"

The familiar voice let him smile.

"Hey mexican asshole."

"You miss her?"

Thanks @ardent-fox for the new @galladrabbles prompt!

[ardent-fox]

thank you @ardent-fox for this weeks @galladrabbles !

prompt: a poem by Trista Mateer

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he can exist in a world where nobody knew they were together.

it's safe and special, nothing can hurt them in this place.

but he can see the other grow restless, grew too big for their little space.

and suddenly it's not enough.

he can stay in this place but he'd be alone

it would be lonely and empty, without him here.

so he takes a step outside this world and into a bigger one.

and it's scary and painful like he expected it to be.

but ian is smiling at him in this place so he might just stay.

[ardent-fox]

Galladrabbles: in this space

This week's @galladrabbles is based on the poem prompt by @ardent-fox:

In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch. — Trista Mateer

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Finally, we have time. What we don’t have is space. Just four cement walls measuring six by eight.

At first I sleep better than I have in years, but now long after you’ve drifted off the guilt eats at me. I listen to your steady breaths and watch the walls closing in.

You’re trapped in here with all the worst things I’ve ever done, unable to abandon me now, even if you wanted to.

I watch for the moment you wake, waiting for the flinch as you remember where you are, what you’ve given up, but somehow it never comes.

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i cant find the original picture but i had a vision

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our flag means death but make it don bluth that ended up being a series apparently (bunch of these are available on my inprnt if you’re interested, shop link is on my description!)

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White Day!

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In This Space, Right Here

For @galladrabbles and @ardentfox's Trista Mateer's beautiful poem prompt. Word Count: 100

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Ian gives him permission to be himself.

He still struggles sometimes with who he thinks he needs to be. Ian tells him there aren't any rules. They are who they are. But he still feels Terry's presence watching him. He catches himself doing something he thinks is too 'gay' and feels embarrassed on behalf of a ghost he's still afraid of.

He wants to hold Ian's hand. Lay on his chest. To laugh. Cry. To touch and play and enjoy every fucking second of it.

And Ian never makes him feel bad for that. He won't accept anything fucking less.

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Galladrabbles: Trista Mateer poem (remixed, Gallavich-style)

Thank you to @ardent-fox for this week's prompt! Long live @galladrabbles!!!

They are stronger together than they are apart.

He’s told him that he’s nothing but a warm mouth to him. He’s denied that he means anything at all.

He wakes up and looks over and he’s still there.

Every time he wakes up and looks over. He’s still there.

He’s cheated on him; he’s run off with his kid. He’s walked away more than once.

He wakes up and looks over and he’s still there.

Every time he wakes up and looks over. He’s still there.

Two parts together, make one whole. So much stronger together. Forever. Undivided. Unflinching. Shameless.