#I FORGOT THEY GOT IAN THAT WAS SO COOL....

[mwagneto]

finished 13 era rewatch. jesus fucking christ

[thegreatirene]

My Best Friends Brother(Carl Gallagher x Latina!reader)



Rated: Mature(language and implied sex)

Summary: after leaving the south side you come back to visit your best friend’s lip and Ian. A lot of things changed around the Gallagher household especially the people living in it.

I watched some clips on tiktok of Carl and forgot how cute he looked in his policeman outfit. So this takes place in like the last season so Fiona is gone but she’s mentioned in it. The read is Latina cuz I am and I want more Latina reader fics out there.

“How long has it been since you left?”

“Shit, like eight? Yea I think it’s eight cause we were still in high school when my family moved.”

You inhaled on the watermelon flavored vape you had as you walked next to lip. You found him walking with a stroller. Surprised the hell out of you when you learned he had a kid and was married as well. You were happy for him and continued your walk with him on his way back to the Gallagher house. He told you about the things you’ve missed. Fiona being the biggest one. You didn’t think she would actually leave everyone behind without a word but you were really happy for her. You didn’t say it, cause you didn’t want to hurt lip’s feelings but she deserved to get out of here.

“No way Mickey and Ian are together! Would have thought they would have fucked a couple times and moved on” you laughed as you handed your vape to lip.

“We thought the same thing. Ian kind of thought that too but they’ve been strong throughout their relationship.”

“That’s cool and them other ones? Debbie and Franny still good?”

“Yea Deb’s had some shit going on with her but she’s fine now. Liam is our smart guy. Little man getting straight A’s”

“I’m not surprised. You and Ian were pretty good in school. I guess it skips a generation” you laugh as lip handed your vape back.

“Yea Carl’s a cop believe it or not”

“No fucking way?!?! Carl, Carl? The little boy who beat and tortured people just for the fun of it? The one we all thought was gonna be on the most wanted??? That Carl?” Lip nodded his head as the both of you stopped in front of the gate that was in front of the Gallagher’s house.

“I swear it,” lip held his hand up, “he should be dropping by soon if you want to see him?” You laughed as you said yes and went into the house with him.

—

“Man it still looks the same” you took your jacket off as you hung it on one of the empty hooks by the door. Walking further in you could hear voices in the kitchen and made your way in. Lip put his son in the playpen and walked towards the kitchen. Standing at the counter with his back to the doorway was Ian. Mickey looked around him and nodded towards you.

“Holy shit, here I thought you got deported” Mickey said as he took a sip of his coffee. Ian turned to see who he was talking to and broke out into a smile.

“And I don’t know how many times I have to tell your racist ass that I was born here-“ Ian grabbed you into a hug in the middle of your rant to Mickey.

“It’s so good to see you y/n” he kissed the top of your head as you squeezed him to you. You pulled back from the hug but still in his arms as you got a good look at his face.

“Still the pretty red head” you patted his cheek as you hugged him again. The both of you laughed as you felt Ian being pulled back a bit.

“Ok enough of that” Mickey said as he pushed Ian back from the shoulder and looked at you.

“Don’t get jealous Mickey. Ian is all yours he doesn’t like pussy remember?” You laughed as he mocked the laugh and pulled you into a hug. He patted your back a couple of times and then pushed you off of him and walked back to his seat.

“So it’s just you two here?”

“Yea Liam is at one of his friend’s house and Deb’s at the park with Franny.” You nodded your head.

“Lip said Carl’s a cop?”

“Yea he’s changed a lot” Ian offered you a cup but you declined it. Lip made a ‘I told you so’ face as he walked in front of you to get his own cup.

“He grew into that big ass head of his?” You questioned as you laughed at the memory of the little boy.

“Who has a big head?” Came Carl’s voice as he stood next to you. You looked up at him, “holy shit, y/n?” Carl looked you over. You got a good look at him. He’s a couple inches taller than you and definitely grew up. Carl is handsome and you definitely weren’t prepared for that. You blinked a couple of times and smiled at him.

“Hey bid head. It’s good to see you” he rolled his eyes and pulled you into a hug. You placed your face next to his. He smelled nice and god could you feel how strong his body felt under his clothes. You pulled back from the hug or at least tried but Carl was holding on to you. You could feel Carl’s hand rub your back and start to move a little lower.

“Ok that’s enough” lip said as he went and broke the two of you apart. You turned away from Carl to calm yourself while Lip smirked at his little brother and patted his shoulder. Ian held up his left arm for you to walk into him. He held you by the shoulder as lip and Carl whispered to each other.

“Man, you Gallagher’s really don’t be lacking in the looks department, huh?” You said to Ian and he looked down at you as you eyed Carl. His younger brother doing the same from over Lip’s shoulder. You huffed a breath through your nose and turned to look at Mickey and Ian.

“What?”

“Nothing just-“

“Watching you be a prev for his brother.” Mickey finished. You scoffed at his remark and folded your arms over your chest.

“Fuck you, I’m just saying that the family has good genes. Where did I say that Carl is hot?” You whispered yelled at Mickey as you got close to him.

“You didn’t have to say anything. We can see you eye fucking him” Mickey whispered back as he laughed at you. Ian pulled you back as you were about to say something but stopped it.

“Stop it”

“Ian he started it”

“And I’m stopping it” you sucked your teeth and settled back into his side. Lip and Carl finished their conversation with lip patting his back with a big smile and walked over to the three of you.

“You staying the night, y/n?” Lip asked as he went to sit at the table with his cup.

“I could, I’m on vacation so I don’t have any where to be. If you guys don’t mind me being here”

“Mick and me don’t live here so you can take the room we slept.”

“Is it clean?”

“It’s clean don’t worry” Ian laughed as he rubbed your arm and let you go. He walked over to the table with lip and sat down.

“Sleepover at the Gallagher’s. Brings back memories the only difference is I don’t have to awkwardly pretend I don’t hear Ian jerking off in his bed.” You and Mickey laughed as the both of you looked at Ian.

Carl came up to your side a little closer than you thought he would. You turned to look at him and smiled.

“You gonna be sleeping with me tonight, Carl?” You said to him as you leaned on the counter with your head on your hand.

“I can think of some other things we can do besides sleep” he said as he looked at you with darkened eyes. You looked at his blue eyes and then to his full lips. You wetted your bottom lip and looked back his eyes and smiled.

“I’m gonna go make a phone call. If I’m gonna be sleeping here I need some of my things” you said as you broke your eye contact with him and talked to the other three people in the room. You smiled at them as you took your phone out and started to make your phone call.

Carl watched you walk out of the room and then out the house as he bit his lip and stood there for a minute. Mickey raised his brows at the younger man and then looked at the other two brothers. Lip shook his head as he got up and walked into the living room to be with his son.

“Carl the more you look the harder it is to make your eyes go back into your head.” Ian said as he got up from the table and put his mug in the sink. Carl rolled his eyes as he looked at the front door one more time before he began to talk.

“Y/n is…” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he went back to look at the front again. Ian shook his head as he walked into the living room. Mickey looked at Carl and finally had enough.

“Listen if you’re trying to fuck y/n make your move tonight. Me and your brother are gonna be out for a couple hours at like 8 and lip said he has to go back to his house to finish doing whatever” Mickey finished his coffee and got up. He stood in front of Carl and leaned back to look into the living room.

“Debbie isn’t gonna say anything cause she don’t care and Liam is having his own sleepover. So y/n is gonna be in that room by herself. Make your move” he said as he put his mug in the sink.

“Thanks Mickey” Carl said as he looked at the older man with a look of admiration. Mickey patted his shoulder and walked into the living room.

—

True to what Mickey said, him and Ian left the house at 8. Lip stuck around for another hour to finish catching up with you and left when he saw you get sleepy. Debbie hadn’t shown up yet but he wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

Right now he was debating if he should do it while you were in the shower or wait until you got dressed in the room. He chose the latter and waited at the top of the steps. Once he heard the water turn off and the door open he stood up. He watched as you walked to the room at the end.

The door was left a cracked as he quickly tiptoed to the room. He listened to see if you were gonna do anything but the door swung open and you grabbed him but the front of his shirt. Closing the door with a bang and locking it, you looked at him from the door. Your towel still wrapped around your body as you looked at him with sultry eyes.

Carl gulped as he stumbled back and fell on the bed. You walked towards him in a predatory manner. Your head held high and shoulders back as you swayed your hips. You stood right in front of him and slowly unwrapped the towel. You pushed him back until he was on his forearms and settled yourself on his lap. Still holding the towel loosely to you.

“Fuck” he breathlessly said as he watched your hand drop the towel. It landed on your spread legs and he followed it. His eyes slowly followed the curves of your torso. They landed on your breast and he reached out a hand to touch them. He rubbed his thumb over your right nipple. You moaned as you bit your lip.

“You’re so beautiful y/n” he groaned as he leaned forward and sucked your left nipple into his mouth.

“Fuck Carl” you moaned as you grabbed a fist of hair and pulled him away from you. He licked his lips and looked up at you. You leaned down and captured his lips with yours. The both of you moaned into the kiss as you grind down on the growing hard on in his shorts.

“I need you papi” you moaned as he bit your neck and flipped you on to your back on the bed. Carl looked down at you as you wrapped your legs around his waist. He pulled over the undershirt and threw it behind him. He breathed hard as he watched your breast move with the breath you took. His eyes met yours again and went back for another round of kisses from you.

—

The next morning Debbie was making breakfast for her and Franny. Lip walked into the house with Freddie in his stroller. He announced himself to his sister as he placed his son in the playpen and walked into the kitchen.

“Hey Deb’s y/n still asleep?” He asked as he walked towards the bathroom but first gave Franny a kiss on the head. Debbie made a face as she looked at lip.

“Y/n? I haven’t seen her since you guys were in school. Is she back?” She placed a plate of pancakes in front of Franny as she went to make coffee.

“Yea, I bumped into her on my walk with Freddie and we offered her to sleepover. She should be sleeping in our old room.” He said as he finished washing his hands.

“Oh then I’ll wait until she comes down. It’s been a while since she’s been here” Debbie said as she had a happy look on her face. The two continued their conversation until they heard a scream from upstairs. Lip looked to Debbie and then to the staircase.

Lip was the first one to get out of his chair as he ran up the stairs. He was intercepted by Ian who was the first one at the door. Pulling it open they both rushed in.

In the middle of the room was frank on his back on the floor with Carl on top of him holding him down. You were on the bed with the covers held to your chest as you watched Carl.

“What the hell happened?” Lip shouted as he pulled carl off of frank. Carl stood back up in just his boxers as he looked at frank and began to tell his brothers and now, Debbie and Mickey, what happened.

“Y/n woke up and frank was standing over her, watching her!” He said as he went back to get frank but lip held him back.

“Hey, hey, hey it’s not my fault this Latin beauty is in my bed naked! Who can resist when someone like that is there! By the way son got yourself a good one” frank winked at Carl but Carl wasn’t appreciative of the compliment. Frank held his hands up as he got up from the floor and dusted himself off. Carl made his way to the bed and wrapped more of the blankets around you.

“Holy shit y/n and Carl fucked!?!?” Debbie said as she made her way into the room and looked at the two of you on the bed. You huffed and rubbed your face as you looked at all of them.

“It’s too early for this.”



[f1nalboys]

hiii um. feel free to say no and i kind of feel embarrassed asking lmao but. ian mckinley and breeding kink with fem reader? >//<

NEVER EVER EVER FEEL EMBARRASSED FOR REQUESTING THIS listen im not saying that ian has to breed you everytime he gets high but thats exactly what im saying...... if you dont like the high aspect of this or if i used pronouns.descriptions ur uncomfy with, feel free to send another ask and i can fix it up/rewrite it!!!! otherwise, i hope you enjoy :D

Ian McKinley x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1548

WARNINGS: nsfw, breeding, creampie, talk of breeding/ getting pregnant/getting knocked up, high sex (bc its ian and im right), car sex, pretty tame compared to most of my stuff!!! barely proofread honestly so sorry if theres any mistakes <3

Though the smoke is thick, lazily flowing from his lips, you can still make out his red cheeks and that shit eating grin. His gaze, like always, is on you and intense, making you shift in your spot opposite of him. “C’mere,” he says, coughing slightly as he nods his head, arm slung over the headrest of the backseat. You grin, closing the gap between you two and nestling into his side. His nose runs along your cheek, his eyes closed, as he breathes in. “Fuck, you smell good, y’know that?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Ian whispers back quickly, the word tumbling from his lips as he dips his head down to kiss at your jaw. You sigh, tilting your head as he continues down your neck, his hand dragging down your bare arm, his rings cold against your warm skin. His lips move expertly, finding the spot that has you letting out a soft gasp, goosebumps rising on your skin. “There you go,” he praises, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh as he trails down further. “You feelin’ it yet?”

You muster up a hum, nodding your head. Of course you could feel it; the two of you had been smoking on and off in his car for the last hour, shedding your warm winter layers as the car continued to heat up, leaving you in your pants and tank top, Ian in his jeans. His breath had long become your own, adding to the sensation of floating you felt. “God…” You grunt, eyes closing as he nips and bites at the thin flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue, the cool metal of his piercing sending a shiver down your spine. “Ian, we can’t.” You say, a flimsy sentence you had no plans on doubling down on.

He ignores you, hand drifting to cup you over your jeans for a moment before trailing up to your chest where he squeezes, his tongue and lips and teeth still marking you. You feel dizzy, your mind gone, unable to focus on anything but him. You always got like this when he kissed you, but when the two of you were high he was borderline addictive. “Yeah we can, baby,” Ian says, pulling back and letting go of your tit to grab your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Ian’s lips are pink and swollen, his cheeks red, his pupils dilated. His eyes search yours briefly and he smiles, leaning in to kiss you. “Lean back.” He grunts against your lips, pulling away to shove off his jeans. The back of his car is cramped but somehow you manage to lay back against the warm leather seats and have your pants pushed down to your ankles before Ian’s hands are back on you. He helps you take the rest off before spreading your legs at the knee, cursing under his breath. You blush, rolling your eyes at him.

“You’ve seen me naked a million times, Ian.”

“I’m pretty fucking lucky, aren’t I?” He teases, kissing your knee before leaning over you. You squirm remembering your first time with Ian, how he had told you over and over again you were made for him, how he fit against and inside you so perfectly it was meant to be. Ians’ breath is warm against your skin and you moan softly, looking down at where you meet, his hand wrapped around his cock as he slowly swipes it through your folds. “So wet already. Forgot weed goes straight to your cunt, baby.”

You whine slightly as you grind your hips against his tip, silently begging, before you hum. “You totally didn’t forget.” He laughs, confirming, before he grunts, the tip of his cock pushing against your hole. One thing about Ian, high or not, was that he loved to tease you, to dangle what you wanted over your head, keep it just out of reach, until you begged. “Ian, please! C’mon, d-don’t fuck around, dickhead.”

His eyes snap away from his hardening cock to your eyes, narrowing them slightly. “That’s not how you ask and you know it.” He says, his voice frighteningly calm and level. He pushes his cock against you again, sliding it through your folds with a hiss, his eyes never leaving yours as the sound of his cock sliding through your wetness filled the car. “C’mon, I know you can beg like a slut, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re all fucked out already?”

“Shut up.”

“I'm waiting.”

You look between him and his cock, groaning in frustration as the tip of his cock slides against your clit, too softly to do anything other than tease you. “Okay, okay!” You say and he gives you a pleased smile, waiting. It was harder to get you to this point when you were sober, too shy and too stubborn to listen. “Please fuck me, baby, okay? I need it, you know that.” You whine, your arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer, your lips hovering against his. “I’ll even let you do that thing you like.” You whisper, grinning when he pulls his head back a bit to get a better look at you with an eyebrow raised. “Please, Ian? I want you cum in me.”

There’s a brief pause as he registers what you’ve whispered to him, his eyes widening before he kisses you hard, his hand fumbling to line himself up with your hole. “Holy fuck, baby.” Ian’s head rests in the crook of your neck, his pale body pressed against yours in the cramped car, the tip of his cock pushes inside you. His lips brush against your neck, tongue swiping over your salty skin as you moan. His hips move slowly, groaning as he bottoms out. “Fucking take it so well, don’t you? You were just made to take my cock, baby, see how good I feel inside you? Shit, I love you, I love your fucking pussy.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you adjust to his size, your cunt pulsing around his cock. Despite being with Ian for as long as you have been (and fucking him just as long, if not longer,) it still took you a minute before you could tell him to start moving. His cock was long, curving upwards, always managing to hit the spot inside you that made your vision go white around the edges. “O-okay… you can move.” You breathe out and Ian is pulling out only to slam back in. You yelp as he sets his pace, fast and rough, grunts and whines slipping from his lips.

“Jesus Christ, you’re so fucking tight.” He moans, one arm next to your head propping himself up as he ruts inside you. “C-can you, shit, Y/N, can you talk? Please, baby, I wanna hear how bad you want it, okay?” Ian's voice cracks slightly, his face hovering above yours, eyes searching yours. “I know you need my cum, don’t you? Need my fuckin’ load inside you, dripping out, breeding you.” 

You nod your head quickly, moaning, your hips rocking against his cock, plunging him deeper inside you. His moan is high pitched, a whimper, and his thrusts begin to lose tempo. “Fuck, Ian, baby, I do need it. I need you to breed me so bad, I need you to cum inside me, knock me up, fuck,” you moan, babbling as he continues to fuck you. Your words, your gasps, your moans; they all drive Ian fucking crazy. 

His thrusts grow sloppier and now his entire weight is on you, his forehead pressed against yours, his cock barely pulling out with each thrust. The tip of his cock hits into your g-spot over and over again, forcing all the air out of your lungs as the pleasure builds. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts, shuddering as his hips begin to sputter. “M’gonna fucking cum, holy fuck. Gonna knock you up, baby, get you pregnant. Pussy’s gonna be leaking once I’m done with you. Fuck, I’m cumming.” 

Ian thrusts inside you a few more times before slamming all the way back in with a loud grunt, cumming inside you. You catch your breath as he rocks his hips, your cunt squeezing around him, milking his cock. His eyes open and he lifts his forehead from yours, giving you a lazy pleased grin. “That felt good.” You say with a grin, earning a chuckle from him. 

“Yeah? You liked me breeding you baby?” Ian asks, kissing your cheek and down to your neck again. You hum, closing your eyes and focusing on the feeling of his lips. You feel Ian begin to thrust again, gently, and you gasp softly, opening your eyes and looking at him in confusion. He grins, a flash of something dark in his eyes. “What? You thought you weren’t gonna cum tonight, baby?” He tsks, shaking his head as he hisses from overstimulation, rocking his hips back and forth. “Nah, gotta feel you cum around me baby. You can show me a few times, can’t you?”  He leans his forehead against your own once more, his pace getting faster as soft moans leave your lips. “Besides, I need to breed you a few more times anyways. Gotta make sure it sticks, don’t I, baby?

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Halloween Head Swap

I was so psyched for Halloween this year because it was the first time I could spend it with my boyfriend, Julian. I'd never been a big horror guy myself, but he goes nuts for spooky thrills. I'd always wanted to go to one of those Halloween events, like haunted houses or corn mazes, and I thought being with Julian was a good enough reason to go. We were looking up events happening nearby on my laptop, and I thought I found a cool one.

"Let's see." Julian read the website.

"What's it say?"

"Haunted house. Ooo! Haunted corn mazes. Nice! Magic show. Magic show?"

"I love Magic shows!"

"I guess it could be a Halloween thing. Wouldn't be surprised if they just replaced the rabbit in a hat with something scary instead. Or maybe the assistant wears a ghost costume or something."

"But wait." I pointed at the bottom of the page. "It says absolutely no costumes are allowed. Aren't you supposed to wear a costume?"

"Yeah, for costume parties and trick-or-treating and stuff. But for things like this where they have paid actors and stuff in the haunted events, they don't want randos in costume, in order to keep up with the vibes."

"That makes sense." I noticed another part of the website that said "18+ only for the whole event."

"Ooooo," we both said in unison.

"That better mean they have strippers and vodka."

"Hell yeah!"

"Now where is this again?"

"Lemme see. Some place called Caneville." He looked up the town info. "Aw shit."

"What? Too far?"

"No, just a 30 min drive. But it's got such a tiny population that it's probably one of those hick towns. You know those places always give me the creeps. Like everyone seems to stare at you because you're an outsider."

"But don't you like creepy things? We can ignore the background of the town and enjoy the festivities." I kissed him.

"Hey, I guess. Sure. As long as you promise me one thing..." He placed his hand on my bulge which had now grown.

The 31st arrived, and so we got dressed and left at 3pm. The drive there was pretty normal, up until we reached the town. There was an unexpected amount of traffic leading into the town itself. As we continued along, we found that all the cars were headed to the festival.

"Woah, I didn't think it would be this packed!" Julian said excitedly.

"Me neither…it's weird though. Why would such a large number of people be coming to some small-town festival? It doesn't make sense."

"Dunno. Maybe they paid extra to get their event on the top of everyone's search results? I think you can do that."

"Maybe. Well, it better be good then."

Luckily, we found a parking spot in time, before too many people showed up. The place was pretty big and was decorated nicely for Halloween; jack-o-lanterns lined the fences, ghost shaped lights hung above us, and the grass was covered in hay. We noticed the sign advertising the magic show started at 5pm, so we checked out the other attractions first. Making our way through the crowds, it was somewhat obvious who was from this little town, and who drove here. There were people in all shapes and sizes, but a lot of the older people were wearing formal clothes and usually had grumpy looks on their faces - probably upset that there was so much diversity this year.

We were walking along, when we saw two punk guys, one with a red mohawk, and one with brown, searching around looking confused. Red mohawk made eye contact with me and approached.

"Hey, do you guys know where the free booze is?" He didn't even look old enough to drink but I didn't really care.

"Free booze? How come I didn't know about this?" Julian asked.

"What do you mean? It was in huge letters on the ad. Couldn't have missed it."

"I don't remember seeing anything like that though," I said. 

"Damn, nobody else seems to know either. Did I get some fake version of something? Everything else seems legit."

"That's weird yeah."

"Anyway, I'm Ian. Let me and my buddy know if you ever find the free booze. Fuck, I forgot I was gonna meet my boyfriend here too. Shit, well catch you later." He seemed like such a weird guy but hey, he's probably just 18 and desperate for a chance to drink.

5pm arrived and we headed to the magic show. As we expected, there was a pretty big crowd. I was so excited though, and it looked like everyone else was too. It started when a chubby guy in a tuxedo walked on stage.

"Friends and folks, welcome to The Great Guillermo magic show! I am the Great Guillermo!" He took a bow, and everyone applauded.

"Now for my first trick, I will make this sword float!" He took out a sword and set it on the floor. It began floating all the way up to his head when he did some hand motions. The crowd cheered once again. It was glowing blue as well, which was strange because he didn't announce anything like that.

"For my next trick, I will need one volunteer from the audience." The crowd seemed hesitant, most likely because the idea of a sword related trick would make some queasy. Luckily, after a bit, a guy around my age raised his hand and stepped onto the stage.

"All right! What is your name, young man?"

"Tyler."

"Ok Tyler! For your part, stand in that spot real good and don't move!"

"Oh ok." He did a bit of a nervous laugh. The Great Guillermo took the sword and aimed it at his own neck. What in the world was he doing? It started glowing blue once again and went through his neck! The audience gasped. I knew it was all a trick, but I expected blood or something. Instead, what happened was unbelievable. His head hopped right off his body! Completely still alive, it fell to the floor and the body took a bow. The crowd went wild.

"Holy shit man, that was so cool! How’d he do that?" Julian turned to look at me.

"I have no idea!"

Normally with tricks like this he would go back to normal to start the next trick, but he was still a head and began talking again.

"Now this is only the first part of my trick. Here comes the part where my volunteer must help." His body, still moving on its own, took the sword and aimed it at Tyler's neck. When that blue glow returned, The Great Guillermo's head hopped over to the left of Tyler. In an instant the sword sliced Tyler's head off, just like it did before. Though, instead of hopping off and hitting the floor, it seemed to fly off in the direction of The Great Guillermo's body, as if it was a magnet. When it got to the neck, it plopped itself on top, replacing The Great Guillermo's head.

Tyler's head on The Great Guillermo's body was a funny sight, seeing a skinny and young-looking guy with such a large body. He began moving and reacting, as if Tyler was actually controlling it. Tyler's head looked down and widened his eyes at the sight.

"Woooahh, this is trippy!" The Great Guillermo's head did the same and flew onto the empty body like a magnet. The audience began laughing when they saw the full image. They just swapped their heads!

"This is even crazier; how did they do that? Man, I gotta know now!" Julian was getting so excited now. It made me so happy to see him in a good mood. Tyler, on his new chubby body, realized he could move his legs and started walking around.

"Oh wow, I can move? This is weird." It looked so real. But it must be fake right? I know a lot of times magic shows pretend to pick out a random audience member, but really it was all planned from the start. The mood changed a bit when Tyler started becoming restless.

"Hey, uh could I have my body back now? This is actually feeling kinda uncomfortable."

"Of course, my boy! Right after you learn your lesson!" 

"Lesson?" My gut told me that this was no longer part of the act.

"The lesson of hard work of course! I may have been a little overweight, but it's not impossible to work it all off! And when you do, it should be just like your former one! Well…maybe a bit older! In the meantime, I’ll be enjoying your nice slim body!" The Great Guillermo seemed like a completely different person at this point and began laughing maniacally.

"What? Hey this isn't funny anymore! What's your problem?!"

"Oh, don't worry, Tyler. You won't be alone. In fact," He looked at the audience with a gleam in his eye. "Everyone else will be starting their own unique journeys!" He quickly grabbed the sword and pointed it at the audience. They all screamed when not only did it start the blue glow, but it began multiplying as well! Sword after sword came out of the original; there must've been hundreds! It seemed like we all knew what was about to happen next, because the crowd turned around and ran. Julian was by my side…at least at first. Soon enough the stampede plowed through us, desperate to escape, and we were separated.

"Julian! Meet me at the car!" I screamed, not sure if he heard me or not. I ran away from the stage area, dodging unfortunate heads flying everywhere. The Great Guillermo began laughing again.

"Now everyone will learn the true value of hard work! Whether you want to change your new body or not, adapting to your new life is the fun part!"

When I got to the parking areas, I was shocked at the horrible sight. There were people with the same idea as me hiding in cars…only the blue swords were able to pass right through them to slice their heads. It didn't stop there because the decapitated heads seemed to be in an ethereal state, where they could also go through the walls. That bastard magician. He planned all this! I'm screwed! While I was in shock, I could feel something hit me in the neck. It didn't hurt at all, but I felt dizzy. I watched as the world went in a loop, and then back to normal. I could see myself flying through the air, but when I looked down, there was nothing. No body. I could still feel my hands and the rest of my body, but I was far enough away that I couldn't check to see if it was moving.

I couldn't change the direction I was heading in, but I could lean a little to the left or right. I'm guessing I was homing in on the nearest headless body, so I wondered if I could direct myself away from a bad one? I saw a headless body in front of me, so I jerked to the left and managed to dodge it…for a few seconds. It turned out there was a body on the other side of the fence I was on, so I flew right through it and attached myself to the neck.

I looked down and almost screamed. It was a fat body wearing a light blue dress shirt, with a tie and suspenders. I would imagine I was also wearing dress pants to go along with it, but I couldn't see past my huge belly! My waist size must’ve been double what it was before! Judging by the clothes, this probably belonged to a man that lived in the town.

I pushed my hand against the belly and felt it jiggle, sending vibrations throughout the rest of my flesh. I'm glad I wasn't a floating head anymore but I'm not too happy about being a fat guy either! I must’ve looked like Tyler did with his twink head on an obese frame. Luckily, there was a public restroom nearby, so I walked in and locked the door. I was scared to see myself in the mirror, but knew it had to do it, so I shuffled over to see my reflection.

Oh god, I was massive. It really did look strange, almost funny in a way. Normally when you gain this much weight, you also gain a double chin. But my chin and head were exactly how they always were. But yet, my body was huge. At least I wasn’t wearing some trashy looking clothes or something. Formal wear was nice, even though it felt tight on me. How do guys like this go shopping? I must’ve been wearing 5XL clothes! The curious thought of seeing what it looked like underneath crossed my mind. I guess it was going to have to be done eventually…and my chest felt like it was being crushed under the shirt I was wearing. I started by unclipping the suspenders. The front two were easy, but the back two I had to guide my hands around my oversized ass in order to make out where they were. Then I lifted my collar to take off the tie and unbuttoned the first two shirt buttons. I expected to be wearing an undershirt, since I felt so compressed, but no. The dress shirt was all it took to feel cramped. I reached for the bottom of my shirt that was tucked in and pulled up. When it was fully untucked, the belly promptly fell back down, slapped my thighs, and jiggled for a few seconds. Once it was all unbuttoned, I opened up the shirt and took it off.

Fuck. I wasn’t just big; I was morbidly obese. My man tits stuck out, love handles hung all around, and the loose skin left a crevice that covered my belly button. I really hated this. What’s Julian going to think? He might break up with me. No one would ever want to date a lardass like me. I put the shirt on, lifted up my belly in order to tuck it all back in, and walked out the door. I didn’t bother putting the tie and suspenders on again. I didn’t even need the suspenders anyway because my pants were tight enough over my big hips.

I started walking back to the festival area in order to find a clue to where Julian went. There were still blue swords flying around, but they ignored me completely. I guess they don’t go after those who had already been head swapped. Walking felt really weird because it was more like a waddle. Every step felt like I was causing an earthquake, which made it worse considering I couldn't even see my own feet! Not to mention I was sweating like a pig, even though I hadn't been walking long. I could feel the sweat stains forming in my armpits and since I had no undershirt on, it was probably obvious. I heard a familiar voice, so I turned around and noticed a familiar red mohawk. It was Ian! He was much chubbier than when I saw him before. He was talking with another guy, who lifted his t-shirt up to touch his belly.

"This is like a fuckin dream come true! Look at this gut!" Ian seemed excited to gain weight. Was that guy his boyfriend or something?

"We gotta hope that this body is good at staying big though! I want you to be my chubby bunny!" He said, flashing a grin. As I approached them, they stared for a second, but then smiled really wide. 

"Hey! Wait. You're that guy I met before. Remember? But you're like, so fuckin obese now!"

"Yeah…"

"That's awesome man!"

"Not really, I was fine being a twink before."

"Yeah man, but now you're a fuckin beast! You could like murder someone just by squashing them."

"I'll keep that in mind in case I need to murder someone," I said sarcastically.

"So, wait, where's your boyfriend?"

"No clue. I'm looking for him."

"Well good luck man. And hey, being big isn't all that bad you know."

"Yeah, maybe."

I got to the festival area to find a couple people still frequenting, but it was obvious they were head swapped. I suppose I was lucky mine ended up matching my skin color. At least the weird young head and old body combination isn't impossible naturally.

I noticed a shed area with a hastily made sign that said, "pick up your phones here." That was a good idea actually. Afterall, most people would've had their phones in the pockets of their old bodies. Maybe if Julian already found his, I can text him. Luckily, I skipped a step because I found him searching through the pile of phones inside. His body didn't look too different, at least from the sides.

"Julian!"

"Petey! You're…wow." 

"I know…this is going to take some getting used to."

"Hey no biggie. You're still you. You have your head at least. You're just a big guy now."

"Yeah, it's weird. Do you think there's any way to change back?"

"Don't think so. When I went back to the stage, the magician guy wasn't there. Fitting. Guess he just wanted chaos and well, he got it."

"Can't believe I'm stuck like this. But at least you don't look too different, maybe a bit bigger and older."

"Oh no, I've changed a lot actually. Here." He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a flabby old man's chest.”

"Oh."

"I know right. Looks like I took the body of an old guy."

"Does it feel weird?"

"Yeah kinda. A little uncomfortable. I really just need to take off these clothes. I can feel my underwear being pulled up way too high!" I laughed. I'm glad Julian was still finding ways to make light out of a bad situation. "My back does kinda hurt though. But it's ok! We'll just work out and all like normal. Plenty of old guys are in shape!"

“Makes me so mad though. Those old guys that got our bodies are probably enjoying their nice abs right now.”

“Well, in your case, he’s in for a surprise when he sees how loose you are in the back…” I started laughing again.

“You got that right! He was probably straight, so it’ll be quite the shock. But I guess this means I’ll have to start loosening up all over again.” I touched my huge ass. “I guess I’ll have to work out too. I have a long way to go.”

"Oor…you could stay like you are. At least for now. Didn't wanna say it before but I'm totally finding you hot right now. Never fucked a fat guy before."

"Really? You like this?"

"Yep! Hey, it's still Halloween, so how about we go home, and I can feed you some candy or something." The thought of Julian feeding me was making me hard for some reason. Why do I feel like I want to stay this big? It's crazy! But I was so hungry, so I agreed.

"That sounds…pretty hot actually. Sure." Julian smirked.

"Happy Halloween my big boy." He slapped my gut.

"Happy Halloween…"

[megumi-fm]

this week on megumi.fm ▸ media analysis brainrot

📋 Tasks

💻 Internship ↳ setup Linux system on alternate drive (this took me wayy more time than i anticipated) ✅ ↳ install yet more dependencies ✅ ↳ read up on protein folding and families + CATH and SCOP classifications ✅ ↳ download protein structure repositories ✅ ↳ run protein modeller pipeline ✅ ↳ read papers [3/3] ✅ ↳ set up a literature review tracker ✅ ↳ code for a program to parse PDB files to obtain protein seq ✅ 🎓 Uni Final Project our manuscript got a conditional acceptance!! ↳ revise and update manuscript and images according to changes mentioned ✅ 🩺 Radiomics Projects ↳ feature extraction from radiomics data using variance-based analysis ✅ ↳ setup LASSO regression (errors? look into this) 📧 Application-related ↳ collect internship experience letter ✅ ↳ collect degree transcripts ✅ ↳ request for referee report from my prof ✅

📅 Daily-s

🛌 consistent sleep [6/7] (binge watched too much TV and forgot about bed time booo) 💧 good water intake [5/7] (need to start carrying a bottle to work) 👟 exercise [4/7] (I really need to find time between work to move around)

Fun Stuff this week

🧁 met up with my bestfriends! we collected the mugs we painted last year and gifted them to each other! we also surprised one of our besties by showing up at her place. had waffles too ^=^ 📘 met up with another close friend for dinner! hung out at a bookshop after <3 🎮back at game videos: watched this critique on a time loop game called 12 minutes //then i switched up and got super obsessed with this game called The Beginner's Guide. I watched a video analysis on it, then went on to watch the entire gameplay, then read an article on the game's concept and what it means to analyze art and yeah. wow. after which I finally started playing the game with my best friend!! 📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Last Twilight 📺 binged: Taikan Yoho (aka My Personal Weatherman), Hometown Cha Cha Cha 📹 Horror Storytelling in the internet era

📻 This week's soundtrack

so. the Taikan Yoho brainrot was followed by me listening entirely to songs that evoked similar emotions to watching the main couple. personal fav emotions include a love that feels like you could die, a love that feels like losing yourself, a love that makes you feel like you could disappear, a love asking to be held, a love that reminds you that you're not alone, and a love that feels like a promise <3

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[Jan 15 to 21; week 3/52 || I am having a blast at work ♡ I feel like I'm really learning and checking out a lot of cool stuff. That being said, I think I'm slacking when it comes to my daily routines in regards to my health. and I'm spending wayy too much time chained to my desk. maybe I'll request for an option to work from home so that I can cut on time taken on commute and spend that time exercising or walking

also. my obsession with tv shows is getting a bit. out of hand I think. not that it's particularly an issue? but I think I should switch back to my unread pile of books (or resume magpod) instead of spending my evenings on ki**a*ian. this could be unhealthy for my eyes in the long run, considering my work also involves staring at a screen all day. let's see.]

[spacerockwriting]

It's the end of the year, and I just wanna say that I'm incredibly thankful for finding Shamless and joining the Gallavich fandom. I made some super awesome new friends and joined a fic club which I love so so much!

I started writing again, like, real writing with chapter fics again and not just one shots and I'm so excited to be doing my first ever big bang with a beta and artist and everything.

So glad to have met the Moo Crue, and all my Gallfriends. To read fics and feel involved and cared for in a community and fandom. It makes me so happy to be involved with good people again <3

Some cool peeps who brought me joy this year: @wildxunchartedwaters @champofpallet @callivich @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @transmickey @skylerwinchester @dynamic-power @stocious @energievie @juliakayyy @deathclassic and everyone else I forgot to tag or can't because tumblr :chompmickey:

Here's to a great year of snails and games and friends and fic!

Plans for the upcoming:

Green Day maybe both? I've got 2 shows i've got tickets for so maybe both.

Travel More. Back to Disney, go places.

Do the things with Micks.

finish the SBB and maybe do more fics.

And yes, use my tablet and do more art things more.

Tats???

Thank you gallafriends for this wonderful 2023 <3

[lupeloto]

mickey birthday ficlet🥳

i wrote a little drabble about mickey’s birthday morning in the gallagher-milkovich household. it’s quick and maybe slightly ooc bc fuck it we hall but yes here you go!

The Sun is peaking through the light gray curtains draped across their bedroom window. Ian stands in the doorway, mesmerized by the way it shines against his husband's pale skin, the brightness making his long eyelashes flutter slightly. He had planned to let Mickey sleep in on his special day, but it had been a couple hours and Ian had already made breakfast, so he decides to wake him up in an extra special way.

However, he finds himself paralyzed in that position, admiring the beauty of the curves in his toned arms, the stubble scattered across his face, the light dusting of freckles that Mickey never even really noticed he had before Ian started doting on them.

"Fuck you starin' at, Gallagher?," Mickey opens one eye slightly, not moving from his position on the bed.

A smile spreads across Ian's face, "Oh nothing, just a very special person on his very special day..." Ian know he sounds corny, but he doesn't care, besides, he knows Mickey loves it.

"Huh?" Mickey question, rubbing his eyes and turning over on his back.

Ian makes his way over to the bed, placing his legs on each side of Mickey's waist, straddling him. He reaches his hand down every so slightly beneath the waistband oh his boxers, "Happy Birthday," he says with an endearing grin that Mickey can't help but respond to with an even wider one.

At that, Ian pops up, "Alright, come on, I made breakfast." He reaches his hand out for Mickey, a smug smile spread across his face.

"You fuckin' tease." Mickey scoffs, placing his hand in Ian's and letting his husband yank him up.

"So what do you wanna do today?" Ian asks, as if he doesn't already have a whole day planned, knowing Mickey would try to brush off the day as if it's just like any other one.

"Dunno, man, kinda forgot about it anyway," Mickey shrugs, hesitating before continuing, "Didn't really do that stuff growin' up. Most I got on my birthday was a comment from Terry about how glad he is that I'm another year closer to getting out of his way and some little homemade gift from Mandy most years."

Ian yanks him closer, one hand on his hips and another cupping the back of his head, scanning his face with slightly sad eyes. He attempted to maintain a neutral expression, but he isn't exactly known for "playing it cool."

"What?" Mickey spits, "Don't gimme that pity shit, man," he shakes his head, looking down and attempting to pull away. Ian, however, strengthens his grip and brings him back,

"I'm not pitying you, Mick. I'm just happy that I've got you now, that's all. You haven't lived till you've had Ian Gallagher's special birthday breakfast, that's all I'm sayin." He shrugs with a cute one-sided grin. Fuck, Mickey loves him so goddamn much.

With that, Ian turns Mickey around, covering his eyes with both hands, his large hands practically covering his entire face.

"Jesus christ, Ian, is this really necessary?" Mickey asks, but Ian can feel his grin against his hands.

"Shut up, yes it's extremely necessary."

"Better not open my eyes to a fuckin' baby and a crib or some shit."

Ian ignores him until they reach the kitchen, uncovering his eyes to reveal his whole birthday setup. There's a homemade streamer, clearly made by Franny, that reads "Happy Birthday Uncle Mickey" in sideways, messy lettering. There are a couple of paper-bag wrapped presents under the banner and a full breakfast set-up at the table with a stack of banana pancakes, topped with whipped cream and sprinkles, a pot of fresh coffee, and one little blue balloon tied to the chair. Personally, all that sweet shit so early in the morning makes him a little nauseous, but he knows Mickey has always liked sweet shit, so he whipped something up.

Mickey fails to fight the smile that takes him over as Ian stands to the side, clearly proud of his ensemble. He knows Mickey isn't one for flare or big celebrations, but he had to do something,

"Franny made the banner," he smiles shyly, "Forgot that when I told her to make one for you, she would write "uncle" in front of it."

"Yeah I can see that," Mickey laughs, "It's fuckin perfect," he turns to Ian, his hand coming up to caress his cheek, "You know you really are the softest motherfucker I know?"

Ian closes his eyes playfully, "Mmhm, you love it," he kisses Mickey gently, "Happy Birthday, Mick." He studies the pattern of freckles on Mickey's face a moment longer, his eyes scanning up and down before pulling away and lightly shoving Mickey towards the table, "Okay gimme a full pancake review. Don't spare me," he says dramatically as Mickey rolls his eyes before taking a seat.

He takes his first bite, moaning dramatically.

“Okay I get that they’re good…but that’s scarily close to you orgasm face,” Ian jokes.

“What can I say, you bring it out in me, Gallagher…” he raises his eyebrows with a smirk before returning to his pancakes. Ian smiles to himself as they finish breakfast, admiring the look on Mickey’s face, admiring that he is the one who put it there. It’s fucking perfect.

[mephyyy]

So I was trying to find some random Sonic OCs off Google to draw today because, man, art block killing me. I would like to prefece that I, myself, have Sonic OCs.

(This is all old art, except for my sonic.exe oc, but alas)

I think they're fun and a good way to express your creativity, whether that's writing them to date a character that you like or to be the most popular/powerfulest person EVER.

But with my not very deep dive into the 3 page of Google, I realized that even the really well draw or intriguing OCs are "cringe" and "Mary Sues".

With this, the notion comes that OCs are inherently cringe and not worth making unless you make them the most boring and unspecial person ever. Like: "This is my Sonic oc, Joe the cat. He works at a desk job, and he likes coffee." Making just your average Joe can be fun, but the thought that ALL OCs have to be fucking boring is dumb.

This thought is everywhere. You scroll through Google for 30 seconds, and you see articles about sonic OCs being a sickness, like this article from the medium. Like the drawing that a 10 y/o posted on deviant art about their green sonic will irreparably damage art.

This mindset actually hurts art in the long run. If you get told over and over again that the self insert you make is cringe and you should never draw again then, inevitably, you're going to stop drawing.

I was someone actually who thought for a very long time that my OCs shouldn't be special, or have super cool powers, or even have heterocromia. A good lot of my original characters were boring because I was worried about making a Mary Sue (Thanks CyberSans). It's actually a very deliberate choice that my self-insert/persona, Mephy, cringe.

Yes, I took things from jjba and Sonic to make this weird combo of Mephiles, Diego, jouta, and myself. I did this to push myself to make something "cringe," and anytime I think about removing his tail, I remember why I gave him one.

After I disregarded being seen as cringe, did I start to like designing characters. Just the want to make something I like without being worried if it's cringe or not. I think the freedom to make things like this is very important for young artists (or just artists in general). It's very liberating.

I took the making things purposefully cringe into my TF2 OCs. I gave them on the noise names, and I gave them back stories that were edgy. I enjoyed it. It made me happy.

With the acceptance of being seen as weird, I almost forgot what things were "cringe." I've just been seeing so many people happily making sonadow fan kids that I forgot people think that's cringe. I forgot that edgy OCs is cringe. I forgot that just being into something odd is cringe, and that makes me sad. I honestly thought that we got past thinking that darkspine the evil hedgehog (original character, do not steal) is cringe.

It's just sad. These OCs are cool. And yes, there are sonic OCs that aren't seen as cringe, like Ian Jr, S.N.T., or Trevor the hedgehog, but those are the exceptions. When was the last time you heard something say that Rosechu was their favorite OC? That's right, you haven't because sonichu is very much "cringe" (and don't bring up that Chris-chan did some fucked up shit, y'all didn't like she before she went to jail or did any of that fucked up stuff.) Why can't someone just make someone weird?

Concussion: Stop seeing things as cringe, and cringe culture is NOT dead until we kill it ourselves.

Anyway, I think I have written enough, and my English teacher would say that this is an emotional rant and that I need to rewrite like half of this. I think one of her exact words on a paper I wrote was "zack, this sentence makes me want to smear poop in my hair."

Here is some old art is some of my favorite little guys I found off Google (:

[nucleiaster]

Having some trouble progressing with shaders, I feel there's a lack of reference material (tutorials etc). Could you guide me to some materials that you used to progress in this field?

Yes, of course ! I don't know your degree of familiarity with shaders, or what platform you're writing them on, so these resources are going to be very Unity-centric, since that what I'm familiar with ! But a shader is a shader, no matter where you create it, so it should not be complicated to adapt these resources to your needs. I personally started with Gabriel Aguiar Prod's Shadergraph tutorials. He doesn't go in depth into the how and whys of shaders, but it's a good starting point to get a feel of how it works.

For learning how to write shaders, both Xibanya and Cyanilux are very good resources : Xibanya's Shaders for people who don't know ho to shader focuses on writing shaders for Unity's Built In Render Pipeline; and Cyanilux has a very detailed article on writing shader code for the Universal Render Pipeline, and a more general intro to the shader pipeline that goes into how shaders work in general. The book of shaders is not attached to any particular engine and provides interactive examples of the concepts they present.

When it comes to tutorials, I really like the work of Ronja's tutorials, Harry Alisavakis, Minions Art, Roystan and Alan Zucconi. Also, Simon Schreibt makes a lot of game effects breakdown and has a series of posts explaining render pipelines from an artist's perspective.

I also want to mention Catlike Coding, Inigo Quilez and Acerola who are on the more technical side of things. Reddit and the Unity forums can also be really useful if you're stuck. Oh, and don't hesitate to dive into Unity's shadergraph documentation when you need a specific function (remap, gradient, blend mode...) : each node comes with a code snippet and it's a lifesaver.

For the maths, I unfortunately don't have a lot of resources. You can go without for a while, but eventually you'll have to know some vector maths and matrices, either for more complicated effects or if you want a better understanding of what's going on in your shaders. The book 3D Math Primer for Graphics and Game Development by Fletcher Dunn and Ian Parberry has really helped me link abstract maths concepts to what happens on my screen. I also got Mathematics fo 3D Game Programming and Computer Graphics (third edition) by Eric Lengyel (it has a skeleton on the cover, how cool is that) but I haven't gotten through it yet.

I probably forgot a few blogs or youtube channels, but these are the ones I always come back to ! I hope these will be useful to you, have fun creating shaders !

[saintedbyher]

Jealous!Angela x reader

Ever since your relationship with Angela developed into a full blown dating relationship from just an office-mance, every day was an exciting day. You worked with your girlfriend, how great is that? It’s been four months and “girlfriend” still sounds surreal in your head.

However, today her friend Mariah is scheduled to visit for a TNTL shoot. You knew of Mariah Rose Faith before Angela through being a Mean Girls Musical fan, but never in a million years did you expect to meet her. Let alone work with her. Because your girlfriend and her were best friends.

“I’m so nervous,” you whisper to Angela on set. Angela just received a “be there in 5” text from Mariah.

“Don’t be, she will love you,” your girlfriend says.

“I’m meeting, like, a real celebrity!” you exclaim.

“Pfft, she’s not, you’ll see,” Angela jokes.

“Look who I found!” Courtney enters the room with Mariah. Angela squeals and runs up to the brunette and hugs her. The two girls scream in excitement.

“My cats aren’t even this excited to see me,” Courtney laughs to you.

“Mariah, this is my girlfriend, Y/n!” Angela drags her over to you and Courtney.

“Hi, oh my gosh it’s so nice to meet you! You are my favorite Regina, by the way,” you shake her hand. She says “nice to finally meet you!” and continues but you get distracted by her gorgeousness. You knew she was beautiful, that’s obvious, but in person is so much different. She’s taller than you by a good couple inches, though she’s wearing platform boots. Adorable platform boots paired with cropped jeans and a black crop top. She might as well be her character Stephanie Lauter.

You snap out of it and the two of you talk on your own while Angela talks with Courtney.

The rest of the cast for the shoot arrive and Kimmy calls to start rolling.

Every time Angela goes out you are cracking up on the other side of the partition. She always makes you laugh no matter what and you love it.

You and Mariah both lose it every time. One of those times Mariah leaned her forehead into your shoulder, crying laughing at Angela’s bit, and Angela saw when she came back. You made eye contact and she didn’t say a word to you. Though you’re in the middle of filming, what do you expect?

It’s Angela’s turn in the seat and you make your away over to the stool to make her laugh. But you forgot your prop.

“Oh no,” you say in-character as an old man. “I seem to forgot my cellular phone,” you turn to peer behind the partition to see if anyone will assist you.

“Oh honey!” Mariah runs out in a matching gray wig, being a good sport. “You forgot your gadget!” she yells in a falsetto voice and hands you the toy phone. You decide to go along with the bit.

“Oh honey,” you reply in a deep voice with your hands on her shoulders. Mariah grabs your biceps. “You always know what gizmo I need.”

Angela spits but not because she laughed. She spits the water and says, “‘gizmo’ got me, that’s so stupid.” She says it in a joking way but something rubs you the wrong way.

After each cast members’ turn, you all remain on set to speak with Mariah. It’s always exciting when an outsider is at the office. Everyone (though mostly you, you can’t lie) ask a million questions about what she’s doing next, what shows she may have coming up, everything.

You two sit side by side on a couch, Mariah in the middle, and Keith on the other side of her. Everyone else is in various single chairs.

You get to discussing Mean Girls and when you get into a heated debate on whether or not Cady or Regina was more whipped for the other, you can’t help your excitement.

“Regina would have bought Cady an island if she had just asked!” you turn more towards Mariah and place your hands on her knee.

“No! Regina is way too cool so be so pussy-whipped!” Mariah almost yells back.

Keith, Courtney, and Ian attempt to join the conversation but it’s really only you and Mariah. You’ve noticed Angela not saying a word in the past maybe twenty minutes, but every time you take a glance at her she is looking right at you.

Once you all sat down after the shoot, you realized what was going on. Angela was jealous. Because you know you would never do anything to make Angela need to worry, you decided to play with her a little bit. You think Angela knows she has nothing to worry about either, but you’ve learned she’s the jealous type regardless. It’s kind of hot.

Another twenty minutes pass of you and Mariah finding an even better bantering-rhythm. Mariah was not leaning into the flirting whatsoever which made your flirtation even more innocent.

“I’m so jealous of your hair,” you reach out to touch the ends of her incredibly long hair. “I used to have hair this long and I miss it.”

She gave you a few tips on what she does to keep it healthy but you sort of blacked out when Angela stands up and says “I need to borrow Y/n for a second.” She gives no explanation, only grabs your hand and pulls you away.

“What?” you asks a little too ‘I know what I did wrong but I won’t admit it’-ly.

She pushes open an empty single-use bathroom off the main hallway of the building. You’re pulled into it and she locks the door.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asks. You’ve never seen her so serious.

“Hanging out with your friend,” you say casually.

She harshly grabs your wrist. “Don’t,” she says. “You’re flirting with her in front of everyone.”

“We’re being friends, I thought you would be happy,” you say even though you know it’s untrue. You are being friends with her and hopefully Angela would be happy about that, but you’re doing more on purpose as well. You both know it. It’s only Mariah who seems oblivious to the flirting from you.

“No, I’m not fucking happy with you making me look like an idiot in front of my coworkers,” she obviously wants to yell but doesn’t. She only squeezes your wrist so hard it hurts.

“Our coworkers,” you correct her. Everything is hers when she’s angry.

“You’re lucky I’m not doing this in front of them,” she says.

“Totally, lucky me,” you jerk your wrist out of her grasp and turn to exit the bathroom.

She suddenly pulls you back, grabs your face, and kisses you, hard. You back hits the door. You wrap your arms around her waist and kiss back. She smells so good and her lips are so soft even when she’s being rough, not kissing her back isn’t an option.

She adds tongue, then bites your bottom lip out of nowhere and doesn’t let go. You moan.

She takes you off the door to push you into the sink. Right when you’re about to hop up onto the sink counter behind you, she flips you around so you face the mirror.

Angela uses her hips to push you into the counter and pulls your hair back.

“Why do you insist on fucking with me?” she whispers into your ear.

“Because you get like this,” you say back. She looks at you over your shoulder through the mirror and shakes her head.

“I fucking hate you, you know,” she says, pulling your hair back even more.

You yelp a little. “I know.”

After grabbing your boob for good measure, her free hand lowers to your thigh and she travels upward to between your skirt and underwear.

“Let me know if you still want to flirt with her,” Angela says smugly into the back of your neck. She moves your underwear aside and pushes two fingers into you with no warning. You moan loudly.

Her left hand releases your hair to cover your mouth.

“Quiet, Y/n,” she whispers into your ear. “You wouldn’t want to make someone jealous.”

You whimper at that.

You try to say into her hand “I’m sorry,” but it comes out as an incoherent mumble.

“What was that?” she asks condescendingly, fingers moving quickly inside you. Your hips rock back into her front.

She releases your mouth to grab a hold on your jaw.

“I’m sorry,” you say while stifling any moan.

“I know,” Angela says and the tension in your lower abdomen releases. She sticks the forefinger and middle finger of her left hand into your mouth to attempt to discourage any moaning. The moans are muffled as you suck her fingers.

Angela removes her hand from beneath your skirt, wiping her fingers on your bare thigh, and slaps your ass hard.

“Don’t fucking do that again,” she says as you make eye contact through the mirror and she exits.

[beevean]

Archie Sonic's got a lot of brain-dumbing idiocy going on, but one of my biggest personal gripes is that they (with which I of course mean Ken Penders) had the audacity to try and claim that 'Sonic' is merely a nickname and Sonic's actual name is Olgilvie Maurice. Sonic, whose entire person was meant to be cool and who thus has a cool name to match. Funnily enough the wiki states that Ian Flynn actually stepped up here and stated Sonic's first name is not Olgilvie, but leave it to the fandom to conveniently ignore that for... reasons? And of course that phrasing means Maurice is still his middle name... yeck. I truly cannot wrap my head around why people cannot accept Sonic's name is simply Sonic, no strings or weirdness or "Oh but he's got a secret first name he's embarrassed about so he just acts like his name is Sonic but it's not!!1!1!" attached. This is one of the fandom conceptions I cannot wait to have die off, though I fear it'll never happen.

You have awaken ancient memories in me, because when I first got into the fandom (so around 2004-2006), I read that information being written as if it was canon, in a list of characters bios. Even back then I was like "Olgilvie...? What kind of name is that?"

I had no idea that it came from Archie and that Archie was an absolute mess :^) but then I kept playing the games, ignored Archie, and forgot about that fun trivia since, y'know, in the games Sonic is Sonic.

(and TIL that in Archie, Maurice the Hedgehog is Sonic's grandfather. lmao)

Anyway Ken Penders is the scourge of the Sonic franchise

[fayesdiary]

9, 18 and 32 for the meme?

9) Did you like the map exploration and why?

I like the exploration where you are in Alm and Celica's PoV and can just look around for stuff a lot! Examining the background is great and all the flavor text does wonders for Alm and Celica's characterization. It's also really funny.

But for the rest... the overworld exploration is really annoying with the endless reinforcements especially if they attack you first (had some units in my Ironman runs die because they got the first turn and I couldn't do jack about it), and the dungeons are fun at first but get kinda tedious on repeated playthroughs.

18) Who's your favorite VA performance?

Boring response but, come on. Ian Sinclair by far, Berkut would be nowhere the character he is without his performance.

But honestly, every voice actor in this game is wonderful. Especially Kyle McCartney for Alm!

32) Do you ship any rarepairs? What drew you to them?

Oh, do I!?

In order:

Faye/Celica: Childhood friends to lovers, it having a slight base in canon with Faye actually thinking highly of Celica (or at the very least, she's happy to see her if Celica comes to visit Ram in Act 2), kinda has the same sugar star-crossed lovers vibes Alm/Celica has except Faye is actually a villager with no strings attached, Faye getting over Alm only to realize she has a thing for Celica, them being the only girls in Ram so probably Faye was Celica's best friend in Ram excluding Alm...

I could go on, really, but the short story is it has a lot of potential of both fluff and angst and there are a bunch of quality fanfics that got me into the rarepair to begin with!

Faye/Rinea: It has a lot of what makes Faye/Celica good with the whole farmer/nobility thing going, but also you're pairing the two women who arguably got fucked over by the narrative the most.

In-universe it makes a lot of sense, too, two women who placed their whole identity around a man with it ending in tragedy of both finding comfort and meaning in each other. Has a lot of both fluff and angst potential, especially with Witch Rinea being a thing.

Also I wrote a modern AU fluff fic about them which only made me get attached to the pair more. It's also the first proper fic about Faye/Rinea, something I love to brag about!

Celica/Rinea: Completing the OT3. Red/Blue dynamic, both noblewomen and also Celica would give Rinea all the love she deserves! Also look at this fanart come on

Celica/Clair: I feel Clair would definitely crush hard on Celica. As most women seem to do, really. Also dunno, I think it fits!

Sonya/Catria: They pretty😳 Also, similar cool/chill vibes!

Palla/Mathilda: It literally just came up to me. I think it fits a lot.

Python/Silque: Similar color scheme, looks cute, also shipping the cynical lazy bastard with the tireless devout healer is always nice!

Clair/Gray/Tobin: Not really a rarepair per se, but I don't really think it's popular as an OT3? I don't know, I think the dynamic could be a lot of fun! (Even if I don't think Clair and Tobin like each other romanticall)

There are definitely some rarepairs I forgot, I often see a lot of pics with rarepairs I end up loving which is why it turned into a tag! #echoes rarepairs my beloved

[criminalmindsismyobsession13]

A Face Like Glass: Part One

The lastest BAU case was a weird one. Even for them. The unsub had been killing their victims with ancient arrows and not one of the geniuses could work out why. No logic, no sign of expertise (the victims were actually stabbed with the arrows) and no visible pattern between the victims. The whole BAU was in a state of stress and confusion.

"Maybe the point is that there is no pattern?"

"The arrows are a pattern."

"I meant with the victims Spence"

"And if you're going to stab someone why not do it with a knife?"

"JJ that was a legitimate question I'm not suggesting they should use a knife I'm just wondering why they aren't using one"

"Native Americans used arrows didn't they? Maybe it's to do with that?"

"No. Wrong type of arrows."

Everyone was tense and no-one knew the answer. This rough case was the last thing everyone needed- they had only just all recovered from the Ian Doyle situation and there were still clashes between the members of the team. Hotch had clearly had enough of the irritated conversation going on and decided to stop it.

"Okay. Everyone go back to the hotel, have a drink and sleep on it. We are clearly getting nowhere and I don't see any point in us staying it's only going to get worse."

The team all agreed and began to leave, until only two remained.

"Prentiss? You okay?"

"Yeah. Just not that tired I guess"

"Not tired. That old chestnut. You know this job affects people who have been through far less than you and it wouldn't make you any less tough if you admitted that you're having a rough time."

"Wow. You did not waste a single second there did you. Straight to the point."

"You're deflecting."

"I'm fine."

Aaron could tell that this clearly was not a fight he would win tonight.

"How about a drink then?"

"Are you not tired?"

"I haven't been tired in a long time. Like I said, the job gets to you."

One drink turned into two, and two to three, and three to so many that the two of them lost count. So many that they forgot to hide their feelings from each other.

"Its not Doyle thats been keeping me awake Aaron."

"Prentiss I think you might be setting yourself up to end up saying something embarrassingly cringey so I'm going to intervene for your own sake."

"You kissed me?"

"I kissed you."

"Shut up and do it again."

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8am. Aaron's hotel room is still quiet, cool and dark. Bottles from the minibar have replaced the carpet and the two BAU agents are still sleeping off the alcohol.

"Hotch? Hotch? You told the team to meet at seven are you okay?"

The two agents are woken from very much unwelcome banging and shouting on the door.

"Hotch? Hotch hang on I'm getting a key!" Morgan shouts again.

"ughhghgh who is making all that noise?"

"Prentiss wake up thats Morgan"

"who?"

"crap get out of bed"

"you get out of bed"

"no you gotta hide Morgan said he's going to come in I have to answer the door and you can't be visible when I do"

"aww shit okay I'm moving"

"no you're not"

Hotch practically drags a very hungover Emily Prentiss into his hotel bathroom, gently placing her onto some towels before shutting the door and running to let Morgan in before he breaks down the door.

"Good morning Agent Morgan. What's up?"

"Why didn't you answer your door we thought the unsub came for you or something! Emily's not answering her phone either JJ's trying to get into her room now."

"Why would you think that the unsub took me?"

"Because that literally always happens. If its not you it's one of the others. Oh crap maybe its Prentiss that got taken"

"I'm sure Prentiss is fine too she probably just overslept like me."

"Well there's JJ. I don't see Emily."

"Em wasn't in her room. Have you seen her Hotch? I guess you weren't taken then."

"No I haven't seen her since yesterday but I'm sure she's fine. Go to the precinct where we are set up to check she didn't go in early, I'll get dressed and meet you there in ten. If she isn't there, then we worry.

"Emily I brought you coffee and you have to get up right now"

"Fine I'm awake what's wrong you sound more stressed than usual."

"The team thinks you were abducted you have to get dressed and get to the precinct. And make up a good story. I'm meeting them there at half eight so if you get there at twenty two then we won't raise suspicions that we were together"

"Okay. I'll just say i drank a bit too much and stayed the night in someone else's room. People wont ask questions then."

"Okay I'll see you in a bit."

Hotch, a naturally fast walker, arrives at the precinct at twenty-five past where he is greeted by many worried faces.

"Hotch. She's not here." Morgan looks worse than he did when Emily disappeared to try and kill Doyle. "I can't lose her again. None of us can"

"Lets just wait a litte longer, I'm certain she just spent the night somewhere else"

Half past. Thirty-five past. Forty past. Forty-five past. Ten to. Five to. Nine o'clock. Each minute crawls by and even Hotch is worried now. She was supposed to be there by now. She might have just fallen asleep again. But this is the BAU. What are the chances of her being asleep?

[you-show-me-love]

Hey Chaos 😉 how are you? If you feel like it , I have a new challenge!

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

(if it’s too much just picks a fav question)

Omg thank you for these headcannon questions @gallavich-headcanons !

1. Besides Mick and Mickey Ian mostly calls him baby, but I can absolutely see Ian try out other pet names and nicknames with various degrees of success. Sweetheart and honey got him an eye roll, muffin and pumpkin just made Ian hungry, snookums got him a punch in the arm, but baby he could get away with. He couldn't call him that in public and never in front of Lip but when they were alone he'd say it to his hearts content.

Out of everything Mickey has called Ian the man in question especially loves when he calls him lover and husband. A lot of Ian's nicknames come from the way he looks, like red and ginger snap and howdy doody, but when Mickey calls him lover he feels all warm inside because that's who he is.

2. I have this headcannon that Mickey gets tattoos to prove something. So for example he gets Ian's name to prove he loves him, and I think he gets the knuckle tats to prove he's a Milkovich and match his dad and brothers. I think he got them in juvie and it was rough and amateur and it hurt bad enough to make him forget his dad never once visited him. As bad as they are Mickey's tattoos prove he's a Milkovich, prove he's Southside forever, and prove that Ian Gallagher has his heart.

Similarly Ian also gets tattoos with meaning, like his tattoo in rememberance of his mom or even his army tattoo as he fully immersed himself into his military dream. So I think Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey during a time when he needs to cling to Mickey, when he's worried he'll lose him. He learned his lesson about not getting a portrait after the tits that got inked into his shoulder, but I can definitely see him getting Mickey's name over his heart, or the words At Last after their wedding song, or even Mickey's own shitty heart he drew on a note pinned to the fridge. Either way he doesn't lose Mickey, doesn't need a tattoo in keep him, he's always had him and always will.

3. Oh random turn ons are abundant. Here's what I imagined got them this week. Mickey did some math in his head and that turned Ian on. Ian squared up against a line cutter at the supermarket and that turned Mickey on. Mickey was fingerpainting with Franny and wiped a purple handprint onto the butt of his jeans, Ian rolled a beer bottle along his exposed collar bones before passing it to Mickey, and the list goes on and on and on and-

4. Ian has an instagram that Mandy helped him make when they were in high school. The @ you ask? JTismyboyfriend. He posted a couple of photos, no pictures of himself or anything, but he forgot all about it until he went to create a new account a few years later. His current @ is not very creative: just IanGallagrrr - chosen by a teen at Trevor's shelter who took pity on him after watching him struggle to change his handle for ten minutes.

Mickey doesn't have social media as far as Ian knows. When he's brought it up Mickey rants about how he doesn't want to be tracked and he won't be snitching on himself and selling his information to some rich fuck and blah blah blah. In actuality Mickey had a blank instagram he uses to keep up with Ian, the other Gallaghers, and his own family - the one's he's cool with anyway. His @ is 3I21M_ which doesn't catch anyone's attention. Not even Lip has figured out this random account following all of his family is made up of his and Ian's initials and their wedding date.

5. Both Ian and Mickey want a dog, but what they get first is a little runt of a kitten they found outside of a dispensary on a rainy security run. They brought it home and fed it scraps of chicken and kept it warm with a towel, agreeing to take it to a shelter in the morning, except morning came and went and the kitten was still there. They did eventually take her to the shelter, but not to turn her in, they wanted to make sure the dog they picked out would be compatible with their feline family member. Ian takes the dog for walks and Mickey stays home cuddling with the cat. Mickey loves pretending to throw a ball for the dog and Ian lets the kitten climb up and sit on his shoulder as he walks around the kitchen.

Phew and there are all the headcanons! Thanks @gallavich-headcanons ❤️❤️❤️

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I've just realised I forgot to talk about this, so I might as well do it now, because it's better late than never and I had thoughts I wanted to discuss: I did see the colourised version of "The Daleks" from the other day! I thought it was very interesting. It felt very experimental, but then, I suppose "very experimental" is precisely what it is.

I'd assumed for a while that when I got around to having a look at classic DW, I'd start with the Paul McGann film, what with me already being a fan of him. But when this came along I decided it seemed like a nice way to dip my toes into the metaphorical ocean that is Classic Who.

I loved the colouring itself. It felt very suitably '60s, which I appreciated because I love that sort of colourful 1960s aesthetic. I did think the story ran very, very fast, though - I felt like I missed a lot if I even looked away for a moment. Maybe a bit more should have been left in; I don't know though, since I haven't seen the original. I suppose that the more the story was shortened, the easier it must have been to colourise it.

Also, I've decided that so far Susan is my favourite of the original companion team - based off what I saw of the three of them, I liked her character the most. She's cool. Obviously though that's not exactly a definite opinion because it's not like I've seen that much, so maybe if and when I see more of this era I'll turn out to like Ian or Barbara's characterisation more than hers.

[whatwouldmickeydo]

Quick headcanon challange-

Where do Ian and Mickey live 5 years after canon?

What do they do for work?

Does Fiona come back to Chicago? Does Mandy? Do Vee and Kev?

How are the Gallaghers react to Frank's death?

A cute little head canon you feel like sharing?

Feel free to send it to your favorite blogs 🖤

Ooh headcanons, I love headcanons!

1. I like to imagine them back in the south side with their own house. Maybe they actually fix up the Gallagher house and make it their own or they end up buying a new place with a yard for their dog and room for Ian’s veggies, plus space for the family to stay over

2. We’ve talked a bit about different types of jobs they might have, and I really like the idea of Ian doing something related to healthcare again - it was SUCH a good fit for him and I love the thought of him becoming a sort of Vee for the neighborhood with more official knowledge and resources to help (ok but now I’m thinking of him opening his own clinic and I’m loving this idea??). For Mickey, I picture him running the security business and collaborating with the grow houses and dispensaries and hiring on a team to boss around all day. He switches out those camo outfits to something more him though.

3. I like to think they all do! Family reunions become a thing, and there’s always a big summer blowout that everyone comes back for.

4. I always pictured a lot of mixed emotions. I think it might hit Liam and maybe Debbie and Ian the hardest - Debbie just because she always had such a tumultuous love/hate relationship with him and I can see her acting like she doesn’t care but then realizing she’s an orphan now and being really sad about it. I kind of think the same for Ian, just because he tends to get sentimental about people in his life even if they aren’t/weren’t good for him. Lip and Fiona I don’t think would really care at all tbh.

5. I got LOTS of cute headcanons, let’s see which ones I actually remember from my daydreams 😂

- Mandy and Ian rekindle their friendship when she comes to visit for the summer and Mickey gets annoyed at how much time they spend together. Just picture that s1 scene with them on the couch except Mickey doesn’t have to hide his affection and Mandy yells at him for practically sitting in Ian’s lap when they’re trying to play Mario Kart.

- They adopt a dog from the shelter and then also find a stringy looking cat in the alley next to their house that ends up following them home. Mickey refuses to let it in the house but flash forward a month later and Ian’s taking pictures of the cat curled up on Mickey’s chest sleeping

- Mickey gets his GED without telling anyone and just throws the certificate on the kitchen table one day while eating a sandwich. “Oh yeah, forgot to mention I took some classes and finally got this bitch.” Ian proceeds to stare at it then tackle him to the floor.

- Despite moving back to the south side, the west side helped them discover a lot of really good restaurants and cool places to go, so now they can enjoy being comfortable where they grew up while also enjoying fancier burger joints and fun date night activities like axe throwing and the more expensive movie theaters with the nicer seats