#frannie is in deep shit

[orangepeelshortbreadcookies]

I'm just... obsessed with this 5-second meet cute we have of Francesca and Michaela. A lot have been said about Frannie's adorable tongue-tied, flustered face, as well it should. But I'm gonna need to draw your attention to Michaela's beautiful little reaction over here:

You see that??? Her. Face. Dropped. This woman 100% thought Eloise was John's wife and was ready to put her flirt on the sister before Frannie clarified her identity. You can practically hear her scream 'Oh no, she's gorgeous. I'm in deep shit.' internally from this face. This is the expression of someone who's already head over heels, lovestruck, down bad. Michaela Stirling's kicking into gear her Subaru on Hopeless Devotion Highway right here. The quiet pining is already starting. It's going to hurt deliciously. I am seated.

[gallaghersgal]

Vacation au + ❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜ with Lip

sonia u rlly cooked with this one ngl 🤞 nsfw 18+. quick sex, doggy style, dom/sub dynamics, single mom reader + single dad lip. cruise au! lots of expo

vacation au + “you’re sick a fucking tease, you know that?” part of my 1,500 follower celebration (closed)

"mommy mommy!" your daughter lydia runs up to you the moment you step into the ship daycare center, ready to take her to lunch and enjoy a mommy-daughter day after a morning of mimosas and spa treatment. "can i go play in the pool with my new friends?" two adorable redheaded kids run up after her, one tugging a man around your age behind him.

"it's time for lunch baby," you tell her, kneeling down to get on her level. the other two kids plead with you, and you look from their sweet faces to the man standing behind them. "well, if..." you trail off, cocking an eyebrow at him.

"lip," he supplies.

"if lip says its okay, they could come get lunch with us?" you smile, standing again so you can offer your hand to lip. he shakes it as you introduce yourself, his son tugging at the hem of his tee.

"pleaseeee dad?" he asks, nudging the slightly older girl beside him.

"yeah, please uncle lip!?"

he concedes to their begging, reaching down to ruffle his son's hair, and the five of you head over to the on board burger joint. lydia and her new friends—freddie and franny, you learn—play together until dinner time until lip tells them it's time to leave, bringing a pout to both their faces. but he promises the kids they can play together again before the cruise is over, so they share an adorable little group hug and you take your daughter back to the cabin.

later that evening there's a 70's themed party, which you weren't planning on attending. but your younger sister insists you go after telling her about the man you'd met earlier. she even lets you borrow the dress she had brought along for the party, staying behind to watch lydia.

the dress has a deep, rounded v-neck, in a bright shade, but it doesn't matter much. ten minutes in the club with lip sees the pretty thing bunched around your hips in his cabin.

"y're such a fucking tease, y'know that?" he purrs in your ear, tip nudging at your center through the thin cotton of your panties. why didn't you wear lace? at least the lights were off.

"you're the one teasing'," you respond in a pout, ass pressing back against him. he responds with quick fingers, pulling the elastic band and snapping it against your back. cool air floods your core just as quickly, his fingers tugging your panties aside to run his length through your folds.

one strong hand presses your back into a perfect arch while the other guides his cock inside you. "hhng- shit! s'tight," he mumbles, picking up the pace after allowing you a bit of time to adjust. the cabin fills with quiet grunts, the slap of skin on skin and the melody of your moans, muffled into the soft comforter.

calloused hands grip your ass, pulling away for a second to land a smack to the area, your pitchy whines are like music to his ears. "lay down, princess. on'ya stomach, legs over the bed," lip whispers. he guides you into the position, lays his cheek against your shoulder blade, and starts to rock his hips into you again. "tha's it mama, fuck, y're so wet."

"lip, ohmygod, lip!" you cry out his length pressing into your wet heat over and over. your toes curl and you crane your neck up to catch his mouth in a kiss.

he lets out a startled "mmph," but kisses you back regardless. his tongue pushes past your lips and licks at you in a needy manner. one strong hand cradles your jaw as he pulls back to ask, "'re y'close baby? y'gonna cum on my dick?"

your voice cracks embarrassingly when you manage to respond "uh-huh!"

"c'mon, use y'words," lip encourages, his strokes slowing while his lips brush tenderly over your brow.

"i-i'm gonna cum, lip, please," your hips press pathetically back against him, wordlessly begging him to move faster. his lips curl into a smile as he fucks you at a relentless pace. words escape you completely, nothing but broken moans and babbles of his name and 'please' leave your lips.

lip shoves two fingers past your lips, soft lips hushing your garbled protests and soft gagging. as quickly as the digits were pushed past your lips they disappear. they snake under your body to circle your clit and the stimulation sends your orgasm washing over you.

he pulls out soon after, muffling his deep groan with a bite on your shoulder. thick ropes of cum paint your back, just barely missing the fabric of the borrowed dress.

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

i am neutral towards galladads (more so...towards no), but every so often i tangle with my personal takes (or what i'd love to see) and i wanna share. strap in, it's long. pt. 1

Ian doesn't push the thought of kids. They had a conversation about it after s11x12, but it took some time, it wasn't immediate. Basically, I think Ian relished the idea of being an uncle for a while. After all, it's always Mickey before anything.

They took care of Franny, Freddie (+upcoming kiddo), and Liam when they were asked to as favors. It subconsciously became this mental practice for them. Some unspoken tension kept rising, cause they felt the other was thinking the same thing but went unmentioned. Partially cause Ian decided not to press, and doing so meant breaking that threshold.

I think Mickey brought it up one day probably, Ian felt somewhat defensive at first, but since he always reminds Mickey about the importance of "communication," it'd bite him in the ass, so he gave in and spoke his truth. They had another conversation about it that ended in an agreement to see a "shrink." They started going, it was a deconstruction of years of trauma, fears, repressed emotions, y'know the drill.

Considering that they were between 25-27 when the show ended, I think they engaged in "intense" therapy for like 5-7 years maybe. Trying to talk through the bulks of it, for the purpose of parenting in the near future.

Through that time, they first contacted Debbie, had thoroughly researched artificial insemination (pls mickey thinking he would have to bang Debbie makes me cry 💀), had a lengthy talk with her. I haven't reached shameless far enough to know Debbie's character, but I think she probably gives them informed advice, a lot of "you guys sure you wanna do this??" And I don't think it stems from a place of objection, more so worry. I like to think she eventually caves in and accepts to help them when they're ready. She loves Ian, Ian loves Franny and Debbie (fuck JW for making it seem like he doesn't in s11) and Mickey and Debbie are besties.

(this is a huge reach but I ponder nonetheless) After thinking of Debbie, I think maybe Ian thinks of Mandy. I fully believe (like many other people) that Ian kept in touch with Mandy from time to time ever since she left, and at some point encouraged her and Mickey to reconnect. It's a slow process, but he knows both of them needed it and yearned for it deep down.

He breaks the news to her that they're gonna be parents at some point, sort of fills her in on the process and the years of therapy, gets Mickey to tell her anecdotes too or whatever. The thing is, at some point in the conversation, he yaps about how he has always wanted two, a boy and a girl (because Ian is a dork like that). That Debbie is only gonna do this once for now because...well that was the agreement, ofc, and he just doesn't wanna overwhelm Mick with two kids of their own even though that's what they practically baby sit.

Jokingly (at first), Mandy offers herself as a surrogate in case they aim for another kid. Ian sheepishly declines, that he couldn't ask her after everything she's been through, but Mandy reassures him that shit is different now. Times have changed, and that even though it's a big deal, she'd comply. Ian says he'll think about it, talk with Mick in case shit does happen as to not spook him. It was a pleasant talk.

He talks to Mickey and at first he doesn't know how to handle the thought of two kids, one of them from Mandy, and he almost feels like all this time in therapy could crumble down at the thought of Mandy being a surrogate. They have a long ass talk.

At the end Mickey affirms that he is open to the responsibility of two kids. The whole thing goes like Ian telling him he doesn't have to do this, that he's fine with just one and that he doesn't have to comply just because Ian would love two kids, and Mickey being like "all these years and you still don't get it through your thick skull that you ain't making me do anything I don't want to" (affectionately ofc). He reassures Ian that if he's making these decisions with him it's because he wants to, and he admits he owes a lot of it to that "shrink" they go to he's come to appreciate. It was a lovely conversation tbh and many fears and goals were shared between them.

[bridgertonbabe]

I hope you can answer this question,

How would the family group chat pop off when Araminta suffers an unfortunate accident?

BSSG Group Chat

Michael: Hey @ Sophie Franny's just told me after Greg told her that Hy told him that Daph told her that El told her that Ben told her that Arabitcha's in hospital? Is it true? 👀

Gareth: please be true 🙏

Gareth: even if it's a sprained ankle or something weak like that

Simon: Yeah so long as she's suffering ✨✨✨

Phillip: Last El heard they're still at the hospital with Posy and Hugh

Lucy: omg she went to the hospital????

Kate: Only for moral support for Posy!

Kate: No way in hell would she be there otherwise.

Penelope: Yeah Ben wouldn't let her step one foot in that hospital if it wasn't for the purposes of being there for Posy.

Gareth: well maybe with ben being there her life support could be "accidentally" pulled out

Simon: Yeah or her LVAD wire being cut.

Gareth: the fuck's an lvad wire?

Simon: You've never watched Greys Anatomy?

Gareth: you watch greys anatomy?

Simon: Daph watches it and tells me all about it.

Michael: Oh really? Is that so?

Michael: Because I definitely seem to recall you having an in-depth discussion with Franny about the show.

Lucy: yeah I remember that!!!!!!

Simon: ...

Simon: Ok fine! Daph got me into it, I didn't want to like it, then I convinced myself I liked it ironically, but now I guess I have to accept that I actually like it unironically. You happy now?

Michael:

Gareth:

Penelope: 🤭

Kate: 😂😂😂

Simon: fuck off @ Gareth don't act like Hy doesn't make you sit and watch drag race with her

Gareth:

Phillip: If it's any consolation I willingly watch Love Island with El

Phillip: There's something so endlessly fascinating about good looking people having to actually make an effort with each other when they're all used to being the ones being pursued in the real world.

Kate: Hang on Eloise watches Love Island?!?!

Kate: I could have sworn she said she hates dating shows like that

Penelope: She very much does but it doesn't stop her from watching them obsessively

Phillip: I could lie and say she hate-watches them or even watches them unironically but deep down she loves them.

Penelope: Very much so

Penelope: But she will absolutely deny it if you bring it up so don't bother

Kate: Believe me I wouldn't dare raise any subject with Eloise that could result in her vehemently getting defensive for 10+ minutes

Phillip: That's fair

Michael: Well I watch Say Yes to the Dress - and I was the one who got Franny into it

Lucy:

Michael: Oh come on I don't mention it that often!

Phillip: Did you completely forget the time you invited us round for a boys night and made us watch back to back episodes of it and nothing else?

Simon: surely you must be aware that your love of Say Yes to the Dress is absolutely no secret whatsoever

Michael:

Sophie: Yeah you've sent me screenshots of dresses you think I might like if Ben and I were ever to renew our vows.

Kate: Same here! You even add suggestions for dresses for a vow renewal on the beach, in a rustic barn

Kate: Omg Sophie

Kate: What's happened?

Michael: What's Arabitcha in hospital for?

Gareth: please be something that inconveniences her the most 🙏

Penelope: yeah please let it be more than a sprained ankle 🤞

Simon: Wishing nothing but the worst for her 🙌

Sophie: Well

Sophie:

Lucy:

Phillip: Wa

Phillip: Wait fr?

Kate: Omfg are you serious

Michael: Say more now

Penelope: @ Sophie WHAT IS TAKING YOU SO LONG TO CONFIRM OR DENY

Simon: CONFIRM OR DENY

Gareth: sophie please istg

Sophie: She's seriously actually dead for real fr.

Gareth: and to think i was worried it would be a sprained ankle at best

Gareth:

Michael: Holy shit

Lucy: how did it happen???

Sophie: I just want to state for the record that Ben didn't pull her life support plug or cut her LVAD wire.

Kate: That's a shame for Ben, he'd have loved to have been given the opportunity.

Gareth: hy too

Sophie: She was actually being her absolutely lovely self and having a go at some poor shop assistant demanding to speak to their manager or whatever and she literally dropped down dead mid-rant.

Penelope: omg

Gareth: she really went

Gareth:

Phillip: So she died the way she lived

Kate: Being a bitch right to the very end

Simon: What I'd give to have been there to witness that

Michael: Maybe if there's CCTV in the shop we can ask the owners if they could be so very kind to send us the footage

Penelope: Is Posy ok? Obvs she was a bitch to her too but is she feeling any sort of way about it?

Sophie: When we were told she did start to cry but then we realised her sobs were actually laughter and she was hysterically cackling with relief and she said "well thank fuck for that"

Phillip: Oh I was the same when my dad died

Simon: Same just minus the tears

Lucy: And how are you feeling about it all @ Sophie ?

Sophie: I don't know really

Sophie: I sort of don't feel anything?

Sophie: Maybe it hasn't sunk in yet, like I haven't properly processed the fact she's actually gone, but yeah right now I'm just of sort like eh, you know?

Michael: I think that's to be expected.

Phillip: She put you through shit and was nothing but awful to you but because of who you are you've naturally always been the bigger person and taken the high road, you haven't let her diminish your self worth and you've gone on to live a wonderful life that she could only dream of having. Whether you process her death and feel any type of way about it or still feel eh, you're always going to be better than her in every possible way; so don't you dare feel bad about yourself for feeling any sort of relief or joy from her passing.

Michael: 👏👏👏

Kate: Exactly what he said ↑

Simon: And like Phil said, don't you dare for a second feel guilty for celebrating her death

Penelope: And even if you want to be the bigger person and not celebrate, we'll all celebrate on your behalf don't you worry

Sophie: I really appreciate it guys 🤗💖💖💖

Sophie: And if you'd all like to go ahead and send your celebratory reaction gifs and memes please be my guest x

Penelope:

Simon:

Phillip:

Kate:

Gareth:

Michael:

Lucy:

Gareth:

Penelope:

Gareth: hy's ecstatic btw

Gareth: and is claiming full responsibility

Gareth sent a photo

Lucy: omg is that voodoo doll????????

Penelope: Why am I not even remotely surprised

Gareth: according to her she threw it down hard on the floor a few hours ago

Gareth: and now that she's dead naturally hy believes it's all down to her

Kate: Just so long as she doesn't start making dolls for every single person who wrongs her or anyone in the family. We don't want her getting any ideas.

Gareth: yeah tell that to the doll she made of my dad and is currently slamming against the wall 💀

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

debbie gallagher, despite being twenty at the end of the series, is still a hurt little girl deep down. every single action she made can be traced back to the fucked up shit frank and monica did to her. she went from being an adult in a child’s body, to a child in an adult’s body. she spent so much of her life trying to be grown up, that she missed out on her childhood. she was scared and in need of love. her entire childhood was full of instability and abandonment and it killed her inner child. by the time she was thirteen, her mother left because they were “better off without her”, her father had finally lost her trust and respect and she now finally saw what everyone else saw in him, fiona was always working or with her boyfriend, lip was at college, and ian was missing. the life she knew was gone. and so she just decided that thirteen years was enough childhood and started acting like an adult even further. she surrounded herself around the wrong people, made bad decision after bad decision, and landed herself with a nice boy, derek. derek had what she wanted; a loving family- and when she thought she found a good opportunity to be welcomed into that family, she seized it. she was pregnant, and decided that she would give this child what she never had, a loving, happy, stable, childhood with two parents. then derek left her pregnant and alone and suddenly she was lost. she refused to abort her child and fucked up her relationship with pretty much everyone in her family, so she confided in her father, who is pretty much the worst person to take advice from. by the time that franny was almost a year old, fiona kicked her out and frank told her to beg on the streets. she lost franny and everything went to shit. that kid was her everything, and now, she was lost yet again. the next year of her life is just made up of bad decision after bad decision, yet again, and she ends the year off with eight toes, because that’s her luck. she ends up discovering she’s a lesbian, and that both men and women can’t love and stick with her. and after another slew of bad decisions and hook ups with women, she meets sandy, mickey’s cousin, and they date. they’re happy and for once, debbie thinks that she’s found stability in her life. around this time, she lets the guard she put up when she was young down, and attempts to relive her childhood. suddenly, she loses franny to frank and everything in her life is collapsing. someone agreed to take franny to school, but they didn’t, and franny was left with the man who ruined her life. now, she’s a shitty mom, and suddenly everyone is trying to leave her. then she discovers sandy has been married and abandoned her child and husband, and suddenly, she’s back in 2007 and monica’s leaving for the first time. her entire family is trying to leave her, and she can’t afford yet another person leaving her. she can’t be left high and dry again. she concludes that her parents ruined love for her, and takes her anger out on frank for it. he says that the only person who could love her is someone shittier than her. she then meets heidi, a girl who is the dictionary definition of unstable- and suddenly everything she knows is thrown out the window and she gets with heidi. except, heidi is leaving and going to texas. heidi offers that debbie and franny go to texas with her, and debbie’s hesitant. then the show ends. her entire storyline is made up out of instability and heartbreak.

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 3: The Future Has Arrived

“Wilbur! Little buddy! Oh man-”

Carl was running up the street like a chicken with its head cut off. He was getting quite a few looks from people he passed, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was finding Wilbur before he got himself into trouble again.

He ran across the street when he saw an electronic store with a window full of old television displays.

“Ladies! Have you seen a dark haired kid? About yey high, probably has a stupid smug look on his face?”

They… just sat there. They were TVs. What, did you think they were gonna say something back?

Frustrated and no closer to finding Wilbur, Carl stormed off to keep calling for him. Had he stayed any longer, he would’ve seen the news story on a woman stealing a train and taking it for a joyride…

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A dark haired woman stormed up the steps of Joyce Williams Elementary School. She was already having a shit day if she was being honest, and now she gets a call that her son is in the principal’s office. Getting in trouble at school 17 years before he’s even born. Only Wilbur Robinson.

Stopping in front of the doors to the office, Franny took a deep breath and smoothed back her hair. At least she knew her son was safe. At least there’s that.

As she stepped in, she saw that familiar pointed hair and smug look on his face. Franny had never been more relieved, and yet furious to see it.

The principal seemed to do a slight double take at her hair, but nothing more.

“Good afternoon. Mrs.Robinson, was it? I’m afraid your son has been trying to ditch class during school hours-” “Ditch class? Ma’am, my son doesn’t even go to this school.”

That paused the principal in her tracks. She glanced at Wilbur, who was still sporting that stupid look. “Then… what was he doing on the campus?”

Wilbur faltered slightly, but Franny didn’t miss a beat. “Visiting a friend, no doubt. What kind of reckless school lets some kid in without identification or an adult? Couldn't you just check the student records to see if he attends? He kept telling you he isn’t a student.”

Franny was never one to start a fight over her son’s behavior.

But she has had quite enough of him goofing around with time.

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Little Franny was on her way to be picked up from school. A woman had passed by moments before, and she did not look happy. Jeez. She was interrupted by her thoughts  when she heard barking. Outside of the fence, there was a dog… wearing glasses? And a saddle? The girl stopped and stared for a moment.

“Hey friend. What’s your name?” The dog looked back at her. He sniffed the air and took off suddenly, leaving Franny confused. She was gonna tell her brothers about it when she got to the car. No time to wait, she was gonna be late for karate practice.

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The moment they left the building, Wilbur’s expression dropped. Franny’s, however, did not. Wilbur chuckled nervously. “Man, heh. Who knew schools in the past were so harsh, amirite?” 

Franny scowled at him, not even cracking a little smile. “Wilbur Robinson, I have had it up to here with you!” She hissed. “You may have Carl wrapped around your finger, but not me,” she glanced around to make sure nobody was nearby to overhear. “You just wait until we get home, mister. There’s no telling where anyone is, and you’d better pray they’re alright. Because if they’re not, you’re never going to hear the end of it, do you understand me?” Wilbur couldn’t get himself to meet her eyes. He had really gone and made a mess of things this time.

Franny sighed, all out of steam. “It’s getting late. We should find a motel or somewhere to sleep, but we don’t want to mess anything up.”

“Wait. Mom. I know someone who can help us.”

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[found-family-tournament]

Found Family Tournament Round 1 Part 2 Group 10

Propaganda and further pictures under the cut

Dethklok: Nathan Explosion, Skwisgaar Skwigelf, Pickles (The Drummer), William Murderface, Toki Wartooth, and Charles Foster Offdensen

The Robinsons: Lewis, Wilbur, Franny, Bud, Tallulah, Billie, Fritz, Joe, Laszlo, and Petunia Robinson, Art and Gaston Framagucci, Lucille Krunklehorn, C4rl, and Spike & Dimitri

Submissions are still open!

Dethklok:

Admittedly most of the time they are kind of assholes to each other especially early on (except for Charles) ,but they do love each other deep down and get a bit more caring towards each other as time goes on, there is quite literally an entire special dedicated to the found family factor. Like Doomstar Requiem drinking game: take a shot every time they say “brother”, you will be dead and it will brutal!

The Robinsons:

perhaps Thee found family of all time. little orphan boy travels forward in time to meet a big messy family and realizes that they were already destined to be in his future… that’s the shit.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Finally finding someone who appreciates Between the Devil and Desire as much as I do, I honestly cannot believe the first book is more popular when JACK DODGER EXIST, that man is on my top 5 historical romance heroes

Lol look man... I really need to re-listen to the first book, because I remember it being fun, but I don't recall DETAILS the way I can so vividly with Between the Devil and Desire. I'm not shading The Devil in Her Bed, I'm sure I'll love it when I re-listen (I mean I gave it 4 stars on GR) but I know I read Between right after and it was like a mental RESET.

(I also like Surrender more than The Devil in Her Bed--if I'm being honest, I think I remember TDiHB the least.)

I think that what I do find a little frustrating about TDiHB, and maybe... not to sound like a snob, but maybe this is why it's so big lol... I find it a lot more basic than a lot of other Lorraine books? Yes, Luke is a ~devil~ suspected of murder, yes Catherine approaching him the way she does is wild. But Catherine is like, this gently bred innocent in a lot of ways--compared to Olivia, who is refined as hell but also has a stick up her ass and experienced marriage and is a mother and has become rather jaded in a lot of ways, or Frannie who's been so wounded by the world and keeps people at arm's length.

I do wonder sometimes if it's less a hero comparison thing that makes it more popular (because dude, I am sorry, but JACK DODGER HAS THAT SAUCE) but a heroine comparison. Catherine is just the kind of heroine I know a lot of readers find more palatable. She's more conventional in a lot of ways--spirited highborn virginal lady. Olivia is, frankly, kind of a bitch lol, which is one reason why I love Between. Frannie is sweet but she's also kind of an ice queen, and I know a lot of people actually really dislike her because Luke thought he was in love with her? Which? Lmao how is that her problem? She literally tells him constantly "I am not right for you, I'm not right for anyone, I can't give you what you need and I love you as a brother". Hell, JACK TELLS LUKE THAT ALL THE TIME. I really like Luke, but he was honestly violating a lot of Frannie's boundaries--with the best of intentions, sure, but she was not this "other woman" to Catherine in any way except in Luke's (and by extension Catherine's) heads. I also think that Frannie being this untouchable beauty that all of the Scoundrels are kind of in love with in a boyish way is something that triggers a lot of female readers, but lol, that's again not on her, it's basically because she was the only girl around when they were younger and they all have a lot of damage about not "protecting" her

(Which is also why Frannie ending up with Sterling is so important--he doesn't put her on a pedestal once he gets to know her, and the Scoundrels always will. He loves her as a human woman.)

But yeah. Jack Dodger outsells, and his and Olivia's book outsells. I forgot that after he surprises her in the beginning of the book by waiting for her in the carriage, causing her to do a whole squeak/jump, she does the same to him later and he's like "OHMIGOD" and hits his head on the roof lol. Like, the book deals with a lot of heavy shit and it's very romantic, but their dynamic is SO funny? After they have sex for the first time she's like "you're so good at that" and he's all "I mean yes but thank you for reaffirming". He takes her and Lovingdon out dressed as little street rats and she's doing a deep voice like "BLOODY HELL" and Lovingdon is imitating her and she's all "no no no mommy was just doing a bit" while Jack watches with like, total adoration????

I really forgot how batty Olivia was too? Like halfway through the book she's all "Jack I have a secret" and he expects her to be all "I want you" but instead she goes "I MURDERED MY HUSBAND" and his immediate reaction is "I'm sure.... you're confused...." (And she is lmao.)

I just think it's one of Lorraine's finest and it deserves the flowers. 10/10 "Jack Dodger doesn't care he absolutely doesn't care actually she's pretty annoying really it would be better if she was dead but he is going to spend hours watching her sleep and put her in an ice bath and talk to her about her weird clock collection that he finds oddly endearing" points.

[analogskullerosis]

4, 7, 42 !!!

4. what are you looking forward to?

Going back to school so I can enjoy my first full year as a high school library assistant and do all the fun things I have planned for the year (I started last December so I only got a half year).

I'm also planning on going to a few shows in September. I'm excited to finally get to see Magdalena Bay (a synth-pop duo I've loved for a while now) and I'm catching Electric Light Orchestra one more time in Philadelphia before Jeff Lynne hangs it up. I'm sure there are other things I'm excited for, but that's all that's coming to mind currently.

7. what was your life like last year?

I had just finished earning my master's degree in English Lit, I finally left retail for good (although it would be months before I would start my current job), and was enjoying the summertime. My father was still alive and little did I know that he would be gone in three months. Still strange to think about sometimes. But I was happy then and I'm still relatively happy now! Just some things are different now :)

42. favourite book(s)

Oh jeez! This is a hard one. I don't know if I have a definitive favorite, but I can name a bunch of ones I really love!

The book I've probably re-read the most is The Great Gatsby and it's my go-to example of a breezy story that's just easy to go back to and just holds up well. Very few people can be called "The Voice of Their Generation," but I think F. Scott Fitzgerald really captured the world around him and his specific moment in a way that few others could. I think The Beautiful and Damned also does that really well.

I've always loved J.D. Salinger's Franny and Zooey (to the point where I wrote my undergraduate thesis about it). The way he writes character dialogue is simply unmatched. Most of that book is conversation, but it never feels like it's dragging. You feel like a fly-on-the-wall listening in on two characters talking about heavy stuff that maybe you shouldn't be hearing, but you can't resist. I know Catcher in the Rye has a reputation and stink surrounding around it, but Holden Caufield is such a fully realized character by the end of the second page and his narrative voice just jumps off the page. Salinger's characters have always felt like real people to me and it makes for incredible reading.

Two recent favorites of mine have been Reaper Man and Soul Music by Terry Pratchett, two of the many books in his Discworld series. I love them for different reasons. Reaper Man explores why Death himself feels its important to give a shit about the humans he's tasked with taking to the afterlife ("What can the harvest hope for if not for the care of the reaper man?") Soul Music is just a great demonstration of Pratchett's humor, his ability to weave pop culture and music references seamlessly into his fantasy, and present a fun and heartfelt story that explores what happens when his characters are introduced to something from our world (rock n' roll in Soul Music's case). Terry's "Death" series of Discworld books kept me laughing and kept me going when my dad passed (don't ask me what attracted me to the "Death" series during that time hahaha). Different Seasons by Stephen King has always been one of my favorites (it got me back into reading in tenth grade). I fell in love with "The Shawshank Redemption", really enjoyed "The Body" (which became the movie Stand By Me) and loved the realistic horror of "The Breathing Method." I'm currently knee-deep in his Dark Tower series, but that's one of my favorite King works because the horror is understated and not supernatural based. He uses the four novellas in that work to explore realistic characters and real horrors (prison, how easy it is to fall into fascism, learning about your own mortality, and the fear that comes with difficult pregnancies and the unknown-ness of whether a mother will survive the delivery). I love it! I revisit it every couple years.

I could shoot your ear off about books forever, but I promise I won't do that! :)

Anyhoo! Thanks for submitting some questions! This was fun!

From this post. Feel free to submit a number, if you so choose!

[transmickey]

hi weekly tag wednesday 🌅 thank you for this week's questions @suchagallabitch , and @creepkinginc @metalheadmickey @deedala for also tagging me 🫶

1. if you could switch bodies with anybody for only one hour who would it be and what would you do?

my best friend's cat because 1) i miss them and 2) he is so silly and dumb and does nothing all day and i need that rn

2. whats your most trivial / dumbest hot take?

mayonnaise is bad as hell like i'm sorry but EW

3. if you had to teach a college course what would it be in?

the only thing rattling around in my little head these days is chemistry (please can july hurry up i want to graduate immediately) so. i think teaching intro chem would heal me a little bit that shit was so mindless and i miss it

4. season 12 of shameless is suddenly happen and youve been put in charge! what plot point(s) are you gonna make happen?

*rubs hands together* carl quits the force + buys the alibi. ian and mickey get a cat or dog im not fussy i just want pet dads. and ian + mickey actually having nice deep talks aand communicating and healing. im sending them both to therapy. fiona back at least just for a bit idk i miss her. lip + brad either buy bornfree back or start their own shop (BRAD! i love u brad). franny transgender (true). debbie actually meets a nice person and has a nice relationship please i am begging. aaaaand so much gay sex like so so much i am serious.

5. who would be your godly parent? (can be any mythology).

i am so sorry idk anything about any mythology

6. what’s something you love about yourself?

im a little bit funny sometimes. as a treat.

7. describe your day in 5 emojis:

🏙️📖👨‍🔬💻🥱

8. what shameless character do you think you could beat in a fight?

realistically just liam.. probably frank. definitely couldn't beat him but lip just because i want to punch him [affectionate]

9. tell us 2 truths and a lie, we’ll try to guess the lie!

👀 i don't like tomatoes, i've never broken a bone, i swam competitively for 6 years

10. do you have a pet(s). if so how did they get their name?

i do not :-(

11. show us a meme (or picture) that captures your essence

im sorry i went through my entire camera roll multiple times and couldnt decide so you get 4

12. whats your typical coffee / tea / beverage order?

english breakfast tea with oat milk mmm

13. use a song to describe the last 5 years of your life?

ngl i thought harder about this than i did about everything else i did today combined

2023: faith healer - julien baker

2022: oh no! - marina

2021: scott street - phoebe bridgers

2020: young blood - noah kahan

2019: ribs - lorde

tagging some lovely people woo! @stocious @skylerwinchester @lupeloto @jrooc @heymrspatel @dynamic-power @milkovichrules @ian-galagher @deathclassic @tanktopgallavich @such-a-barbarian @mickeysgaymom @swiftfootedachilles @rereadanon

[pjunicornart]

FIRST OF ALL I LOVE UR LITTLE OTP SO MUCH. how they never crossed my mind baffles me bcuz that is gen such a good pair??

ANYWHO any hcs?? im so curious like yes yes tell me more about ur ot4.,.,..

ALSO ANY IDEA OF A SHIP NAME???

Hey! Sorry it took me so long to get to this. It was because my body was basically BEGGING me to take a break... I had a pounding headache and my drawing arm and hand felt heavy and sore. So to any artists out there... don't be like me. Take breaks. In fact, I'm probably not gonna be posting any art for a few days so I can give my body time to rest. Unfortunately, I inherited my father's workaholism...

ANYWAY. Glad you like it! Meet the Robinsons needed more... gay. So, I provided! When I first revisited this movie and saw all four of those characters I knew my gay ass brain was gonna do something with them. And that, it did.

The piece I did was them within the AU. Let's give the characters some brief summaries before going into detail (under the cut)... - Lewis is a nerdy finger gun bi disaster. 'Nuff said. - Goob is a jock type. - Lizzy is the goth girl, with a hint of weirdcore influences. - Franny is the choir girl. - All of them are 16.

Lewis He was the one Goob, Lizzy, and Franny had in common. Essentially, all three of them liked Lewis "in that way." The three of them had kind of silently agreed they all wanted to get with Lewis. Nevermind that Lewis was completely oblivious to all of this and deep within his own bi panic! In this AU, he attends high school like everybody else, but he does go off campus for a couple of periods for college classes. He's a star student! Not popular in the sense that he's the school hot shot, but in the sense that everybody knows him for being very kind and an overachiever. Oh, and Lewis was never given up for adoption! He lives with his birth mom and about-to-be step-dad.

Michael (Goob) He's the ACTUAL school hot shot. Star baseball player who holds the school athletics records. I'll admit, Goob was kind of my way of making Jock Paperjam from the OG NaJ AU not problematic, and like how I imagined him being. To channel the trauma and come out from it, y'know? (Heh, I even gave him his face shape...) He's the tallest of the four, and the strongest, too. Only his girlfriends and boyfriend know how sweet and loving he is. His love language is definitely physical touch and protection. I specifically imagine him holding Lewis close to his chest while laying on the couch. Goob is not a bully, I want to make that clear. He's just a little cocky.

Lizzy Ah yes, the goth girl. I expanded her special interest from ants, to bugs in general. Her favorites are still ants, obviously. I imagine she has a couple of creepy crawlies in resin sitting on top of her dresser. Like a tarantula named Nacho. She's not necessarily full goth, because in the image I drew she has purple as well. So she's more of a pastel goth, maybe nu-goth. Lizzy is definitely a teaser! Her favorite to tease is Goob, because she likes to see him get worked up. She may be small, but she's a fire cracker!

Franny Last - but certainly not least - Franny. She's in the school choir, and is overall very musically gifted. Both of her older brothers are away at college, so it's just her and her mom in the house. Within the relationship, she's the one who showers them with kisses and hugs. She's very bubbly and energetic, and she has no bad bones in her body... except when you talk shit about her boys and girl, then you better hope you're not karate chopped in the throat. I also turned up her love for frogs into a hyperfixation, hence the froggy bucket hat. You have no idea how tempted I was to buy that hat when I saw it in Hot Topic...

The ship name is really quite simple: Family.

I saw the templates in your other ask! I'm gonna keep there for a bit, and I'll fill them out when I'm not actively dying hopefully!

[cheekypeakyblinder]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Franny knew Thomas had gone talking to the Lees after what happened. But he hadn't told anyone about it. Like he has been doing more the last few months. Ada wanted to see Franny she had heard everything from Polly and wanted to see how she was doing. When they met up Freddie wasn't there it was just Ada. And she was looking miserable.

'Ada, are you okay?' Franny asked making a fast pace towards her. 'Just tired and this baby is really pushing my luck the last few weeks.' Franny smiled and helped her sit down. After they had talked about everything that had happened. Ada was even madder than before at Thomas.

'That stupid shit with Kimber.' Ada cursed while brushing Franny's arm. 'If I were still there it would not even have happened in the first place.' Ada spit. 

'And now they left you alone after all that shite with the Lees.' Ada sighed.' You're going to get yourself killed Fran, you need to get out of it while you still can.' Ada said while standing up and looking for an envelope. 'Ada you know I won't just quit.' Franny said looking up at her. 'Fran, the fact that you love John, is not a reason to get yourself killed.' Ada said aloud. To which she fastly shut herself up. They promised to never talk about it so it would be just their secret. It quickly went to why Ada had actually asked for Franny's visit.

And a few hours later she walked into the Garrison. Finding thankfully Thomas the one she was looking for. 'Morning Tommy.' She said. He was smoking a cigarette and drinking a glass of whiskey. He didn't respond to her. Franny closed the small door to the bar. And sat down next to him. Thomas had gotten the envelope. In it was just an address.

'Do you have anything to with this?' He asked her. Franny sat down next to him and took a cigarette out of his pack and lit it. 'I asked an acquaintance for an address.' Franny started. 'She said she would only give it to me anonymously. She's afraid of the consequences. 'Whose address is it?' Thomas asked questions marks in his voice. Franny took the paper with the address on it.

'Tommy I'd like to suggest a strategy.' She said to him. 'I'm listening.' he said to her while throwing back his glass. 

It was the next day and Franny knew what she was needed to do. Ada had told her it was Freddie's deceased mother's birthday and he would go to her grave to bring flowers. She needed to confront him.

So very early Franny went to the graves a big dark green coat on and because of the cold a scarf around her head. And she was right. Around 8 am Freddie walked over towards his mother's grave. He laid the flowers on the grave, and took off his hat. 'It's her birthday today. I know you never miss it.' Franny said as she sat up. Freddie's face turned towards her. He wasn't looking to shabby to see her. 'Then I'm lucky you're not a copper.' He said looking at her. 'What do you want.'

'I came to warn you.' Franny said as she stood up dusting off her knees. 'They lifted Stanley Chapman.' Freddie stood there his facial expression didn't change. 'How do you know? The police don't spill that kind of information.' Freddie asked her.

'I know, it was me and Tommy who tipped them off.' Franny said as she lighted a cigarette. Freddie's face turned a little. 'Tommy did a deal, in return for safe passage for you and Ada, He's given him Stanley and the money.' Franny said puling off her gloves and exhaling the smoke through her nose.

'Money? What Money?' Freddie said to her. Franny didn't say anything and looked at him. 'Who told you about the money?' Freddie asked. 'Who do you think?' Franny said now turning to him. He was looking at her for a few seconds before Franny spoke up.

'Yea, it was Ada's idea. That's how desperate she is to get out of that rat hole you're in.' Franny said now walking towards him. Freddie took a deep breath and sank to his knees like he was thanking his mother's grave. 'She didn't mind if you knew, she just didn't want to be here when you found out.' Franny said putting out her cigarette against a tombstone.

'Sometimes the women have to take over. Like in the war.' Franny said she stood close to Freddie. 'Who the hell do you think you Shelby's are. Hell you're not even a real Shelby, just looking out for their kids and baby sibling like your their slave. Who's the communist now. 

'You swear like that over your mothers grave?' Franny asked him a small smirk on her face. 'They play their tune and they expect the whole world to dance to it. And you're their little bad new teller, doing their dirty work. Like a little...' Freddie was like a preacher preaching away.

'You don't have time for this Freddie.' Franny interrupted him. Then Freddie walked over to her. 'You did a deal? for me?' Freddie said looking at her. 'Don't flatter yourself. I did it for Ada.' Franny interrupted him once again. 'And you think this copper will keep his word.' Freddie said to her. 'If he does your safe, if he doesn't Chapman will give you up. You'll still have to leave town. Same result.' Franny said. 'So neat.' Freddie said trying to keep the better hand. 'So leave.' Franny said looking him dead in the eye.

'Except there's one thing that you got wrong. Stanley won't be able to give up my address. because he doesn't know it. That's how it works None of us know each other's addresses. So you wasted your fucking time.' Freddie explained pointing his hat towards her. 'And they keep beating him and beating him for information he doesn't have. So all you've done is sign the death warrant of a good man.' Freddie added as cherry on top. 'So you won't leave?' Franny asked nicely like nothing that Freddie had spat out had bothered her.

'No! I won't fucking leave! If you want me out of Birmingham, it'll have to be in a wooden box.' Freddie said before he suddenly took Franny her chin in his hands. And she fast as a whip, pulled her gun and pointed it at him. 'You lay a hand on Ada, and I'll put you in a wooden box meself.' She looked at him. Freddie had turned away from her and walked off.

Later that afternoon she was busy in the betting shop. She had been cleaning like crazy with Polly. Billy Kimber was going to take a look at the shop to hopefully give them their betting permit. 'There's a car out front.' John said. 

Pulling a cigar from his lips. Franny rolled her eyes. 'Best if I leave then.' She said. 'Don't kill him play nice, we can show him later.' She said patting John's cheek before she went upstairs. Thomas and her had closed a deal, that she would not be seen when Kimber would be here. Maybe he would see her and put 1 and 1 together. And not give them their betting permit.

Franny went to Ada's room and sat down on her bed. But before she could actually get bored John ran up the stairs. 'Fran are you in here?' He said knocking on the door but also barging in directly. Franny stood up from the bed. 'What's up something wrong?' She asked him. But John his face told her everything she needed to know. 'Really??' She asked him suddenly also very excited. He just nodded and Franny jumped into his arms. John spun her around.

'Finally!' she said smirking. 'We need to get down before Tommy does the announcing to the others.' Franny said as she had John's hand in hers and wanted to pull him to the door. But he didn't move. Making her pull back to him like a rubber band. He catched her and in a swift move and he kissed her. 

Maybe it was because he was so excited. Maybe it was all the work they had put into this. Maybe it was because they both were so in love with each other and they finally had a moment completely alone. Maybe it was because they both had the gut feeling something was going to be terribly wrong soon. It took a few seconds before they broke apart and both looked to the ground. 

'Sorry, heat of the moment' John said coughing awkwardly. Franny softly smiled. 'Let's get downstairs.' And they both went downstairs still excited about everything that was now put into works.

[gallavichgeek]

Time for Gallavich wedding headcanons: 1. Besides edible boxers from Carl and the honeymoon Car from Liam, what wedding gifts do they get? 2. What flavor was their wedding cake? 3. How the fuck do they have 120 guests at the wedding? Who are they inviting? (only to claim they have no friends a season later?) 4. Why did Ian say Mickey and not Mikhailo? 5. What's one thing in the wedding that way important to Ian? (Chiavari chairs level important)

THE WEDDING EDITION 😍😍😍😍

Ian's EMT friends (his real EMT buddies, not the fake ones Paula had him working with) got him a years supply of condoms with a note saying "wait a year before you knock him up." Ian laughed, Mickey got horny, and as he threw the box away knowing they don't need any of that shit, they saw the real gift underneath which was a weekend stay at the fanciest hotel Chicago has to offer. They got a few house warming gifts, which was a hint that they needed to get their own place. Mandy sent weed and lube. They're gay friends, because yes, they have some already. Fuck all things s11. gave them some new toys and Fiona sent down the necklace Monica wore on his first wedding day. Apparently she found it and had been keeping it to give to the first of the siblings to get married. Deep down she always knew it would be for Ian, but she didn't want to play favourites. It's a simple silver necklace with a blue crescent moon. "Pretty fucking perfect" where Mickey's exact words when Ian lifted it up from the box and held it in his hands, swearing to god he could smell her perfume.

Their cake was three tier and Mickey had a different flavour for each. The top was of course carrot cake. You can piece together why, I'm sure. The second tier was white chocolate and raspberry swirl, and the third was chocolate, that was Franny's pick.

120 guests is simple. Gallaghers. Milkovichs that aren't homophobic assholes. Close encounters from Ian's gay Jesus days, kids from the centre that WEREN'T being the security. EMT guests, some of the guys from the club Ian still talks to that he used to dance with, everyone from the Alibi that Mickey can tolerate and of course, their plus ones. Once again, fuck you s11, Ian and Mickey don't need to go out looking for friends.

Mickey will ALWAYS be Mickey to Ian. Mikhalio is his legal name, but it's not his name. Though I do love that Mickey called himself by his legal name when he said his vows. Swoon.

The only thing important to Ian at the wedding was the music. He picked a lot of the songs that represent his feelings toward Mickey and what they mean to one another. Besides that, he allowed Mickey to have the final say. Why? Because he was marrying Mickey and in the end that's the only detail Ian cared about. And two, it's because deep down Ian knew a lot of Mickey's behaviour cycled back to the first wedding that still haunts him. The one he hated but was forced to go ahead with. The one where he had no say and was more for show than for love. This wedding was Mickey's chance to have the dream day to match the dream guy.

[you-show-me-love]

Gallavich Kinktober 2022 Day 27- vanilla / slow & soft X “Is that a thong?”

For @gallavichthings and those who waited for Mickey to be ready

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Mickey sipped beer from the bottle hanging loosely from his fingers, watching his husband comb his fingers over a blonde head as he read their nephew a bedtime story. His vantage place from the doorway offered him the perfect view of the party still raging down the hall, the one Ian willingly left to have this moment with Lip's third kid. Mickey sighed, feeling something stir in him that scared him into leaving his husband behind and rejoining the chaos of the rest of the Gallaghers.

Liam was still in his gown, the matching graduation cap thrown sky high with the rest of the class hours earlier. Mickey had never been to a high school graduation before then, none of them had. It was boring as fuck and you had to sit through every kid getting to walk the stage and not just the kid you care about, but it was worth it to see Liam's wide smile as recieved his diploma with honors. Mickey thought maybe there was hope for them just yet, with him and Ian running a successful business, Lip sober and popping out kid after kid. Carl was a lost cause, fucking cop bastard he was now, but he was still cool out of the uniform, and Debbie, well Debbie had Franny and Mickey loved his first niece more than anything. He searched the room with his eyes for the twelve year old in question and almost choked on his beer when he spotted her.

The little redhead Mickey had played liquor store robbery with, had picked up and swung around, had read bedtime stories to, slow and stilted as his comprehension was, that same little girl was now talking to one of Liam's basketball buddies in the corner, her adolescent fingers running along a small scrap of fabric at her hip. Mickey stalked over, the need to intervene too great and Ian not in his ear to talk him out of it. Hell, Ian would probably be stalking alongside him right now if he was here. He approached the two, ignoring his niece to stare down the eight foot tall motherfucker, whose height couldn't do shit when faced with Mickey's are we gonna have a problem face.

"Beat is Shaq. She's too young for you. "

The kid opened his mouth as if to retort and Mickey's eyebrows almost left his head entirely. The kid closed his mouth and scurried away, his height allowing Mickey to track his departure straight out the door.

"Uncle Mickey-"

"Is that a thong?" Mickey spoke over his niece, still holding onto that confrontational face. It didn't have the same effect on Franny who grew up seeing that face aimed at so many people, so instead of fear he got annoyance.

"It's none of your business." Franny shot back, crossing her arms defiantly over her developing chest.

"You made it my business when you pulled your underwear out for the fuckin' world to see!"

Franny looked around, her defensive posture morphing into embarrassment seeing most of her family looking their way. Mickey looked around too, making eye contact with Tamietti for just long enough to know he fucked up.

"Listen, Fran." Mickey pitched his voice low, stepping closer and shielding the girl from their audience. Franny was tough, she had to be to be a Gallagher, but Mickey couldn't stand the idea of hurting his favorite niece. "I'm sorry. I was just-"

He took a deep breath. He'd never been that great at expressing himself and often the only person who saw him open up was his husband, but Franny was looking at him with eyes so wide and vulnerable, and he could hear his beer bottle clack against his wedding ring as his hands shook.

"You're growin' up so fast. I forget sometimes you aren't-" He didn't know how to finish his sentence, only knowing when he looked at the girl in front of him he sometimes still saw the once smaller kid she once was. He turned to look over his shoulder and found the party had mostly gone back to what they were doing before he caused a scene. His eyes caught a shock of red at the end of the hall and knew he'd be slinking over to his husband with his tail between his legs.

"I love you." He told Franny, and he meant it, because he never said it to anyone but her and Ian. He let her decide what came next, relief flooding him when she nodded and fell against him for a quick hug.

"Love you too, Uncle Mickey."

He rubbed his unshed tears into her auburn hair, she was almost as tall as he was now. They parted and Tami took over for Mickey, swooping in like the fun aunt she was and pulling Franny in for a dance to the shitty music they had turned up. Mickey made his way over to Ian, who was still leaning against the wall by the hallway.

"You okay?" Ian asked him. His green eyes moved over Mickey's face as his stance still said casual observer. Mickey nodded before tilting his head back into the hallway where they could be more open. The husbands abandoned the party again, slipping into Lip and Tami's bedroom for a private moment.

"You ever feel like they're leaving us behind?" Mickey asked, leaning against the headboard, shoe clad feet dangling off the mattress. Ian matched him on the other side of the bed after adjusting the pillows beneath him.

"They're not leaving us behind, Mick. We're right here." Ian assured him, hands clenched together as he waited out Mickey's panic. He had the timing right after all these years; grab him too soon he gets angry and pushes you away, too late and he gets angry and leaves, but wait just the right amount of time and Ian could pull his husband close, let him sag against him, kiss his temple, and tell him it would be okay.

Mickey bit his lip, contemplating his next words. He'd been sitting on them for a while, held back by lingering trauma and fear, but seeing Ian tell their nephew a bedtime story, seeing their niece grow up, maybe it was time.

"I think I'm ready, Ian."

"Like, ready to leave?" His husband clarified, not knowing what was going on in Mickey's head, in his heart. Turning to face him fully, not caring that his shoes were on the mattress, Mickey looked his husband in the eyes.

"I think I'm ready to be a dad." He said with a shaky breath. Ian's face was frozen for a moment before it absolutely melted with love and affection. Welling tears made his green eyes shine, his smile stretching his freckled cheeks.

"Really?" His voice croaked with emotion, making Mickey's throat tighten to the point that he could only nod. He let Ian pull him closer, let him bury his head against Mickey's neck, held him tightly as they processed their emotions. They were going to be parents. It took Mickey seven years, but they were here, ready.

Ian pulled back, eyes watery and face blotchy red, and Mickey loved him more than anything. They just looked at each other for a moment, grinning like fools in someone else's bedroom.

"Let's do this Milkovich, let's make a baby."

Mickey barked out a laugh, lightly punching Ian's upper arm. They tussled, grabbing and shoving until Ian had him pinned down on the bed, fingers tight around his wrists but lips sweet and loving as they planted patternless and abundant on Mickey's face.

"Let's make a baby." Ian insisted, hips gyrating, sparking Mickey's arousal. He grinned, arms still pinned above his head.

"Don't think that's how it works, man."

"We should still try." Ian reasoned, finally releasing Mickey's hands to slide his own beneath his shirt, fingertips tracing his own name scarred over Mickey's heart.

Mickey pulled Ian's lips back to his, kissing with intention, smiling in between. They undressed each other, the pace unhurried, pulling them skin to skin when the time called for it, stealing their brother and sister in law's lube when they were ready, prepping and sliding home when the time was right.

Ian pushed into Mickey in long, even strokes, looking down at him with pure love and adoration. He stared back up, knowing his face was just as saturated with the same feelings. They made love, slow and measured, a sexual signature on their verbal contract, to love a new life they created today…symbolically.

"Wanna fill you up, baby." Ian whispered into his ear, hips moving in a dirty grind. "Gonna get you pregnant."

The words tugged gently at Mickey's heart, then sharply at his cock. He groaned and pushed back onto Ian's cock, increasing the tempo and grunting with little jolts of pleasure.

"Fuck yeah, Gallagher. Breed me."

A punched out moan left Ian as he collapsed onto the man below him, hips moving mindlessly as he bit a bruise into the juncture of Mickey's neck. Mickey smiled as Ian lost himself to orgasm, filling his channel with seed that wouldn't take root, but in the moment they could pretend that this was their moment of conception. The redhead had barely caught his breath before the dark haired man was pushing him up by the shoulders, grabbing himself in the space created. Ian watched Mickey jerk himself off, his own cock twitching with each clench of the ass he was still buried in.

"Shoulda brought the plug." Ian said as Mickey's breath hitched and stuttered, his fist a blur over his angry red cock. "Made sure it really took."

Mickey cried out, cum spilling over his fingers and onto his stomach. Above him Ian hissed at the pressure bearing down on his own spent cock, but didn't pull away. His dopey, lovestruck expression made his husband chuckle as he caught his breath.

"Well Stud, just in case a miracle doesn't happen in my ass, we should probably look into adopting."

"Surrogacy maybe?" Ian chimed in, finally pulling his mostly soft cock out of Mickey, letting his cum leak out and stain the bed sheets, not giving a fuck in the slightest that Tami would have his head for what they just did on their bed…again.

"Expensive."

"We got the money now."

"Whose kid will it be?"

"Dunno. Maybe we jerk off in the same cup and just-" Ian made a fart noise and squeezed an invisible turkey baster, making Mickey snort at his immaturity. Ian laughed with him, turning on his side to lay his head against Mickey's chest, his ear against his own name above his husband's heart.

"I don't care how we do it, Mickey. As long as we do this together."

Mickey wrapped his arms around the larger man, pulling him close and closing his eyes, imagining them plus one more, with red hair, maybe black hair, maybe no hair at all. A bald, fat baby that looked like neither of them but smiled because it was cared for and loved by them all the same.

[m4ndysk4nkovich]

The thing that surprised me when I first got into the fandom side of Shameless is that Fiona and Debbie will very rarely receive a nuanced reception for their actions (thinking about the things they do that are wrong and thinking about intent) whereas Lip's actions will always be handwaved away, even when he's 100% in the wrong. I still love Lip but it's led to me sometimes eye rolling at some of his scenes. Really the one's where he's screaming at someone about how wrong they are.

yeah… i love shameless and i love the fandom but they are both incredibly misogynistic, unfortunately.

*cue the man by taylor swift*

lip’s actions will always be defended because people think that he’s cool. debbie and fiona’s actions won’t, because people think that they’re bitches.

and there are so many pieces of evidence that the reason people (men) love lip and hate debbie and fiona is because of gender.

debbie or fiona could (and have) do the same fucked up thing that lip did and people react so differently.

for example:

lip trying to convince karen to keep her baby, wanting desperately to parent the child despite the fact that fiona warns him it’s a shitty decision because they can’t afford it, and for that, he’s stepping up. he’s mature. he’s brave.

debbie lies about being on birth control to purposefully have a kid and refuses to abort it despite fiona’s pleas because they can’t afford it, and she actually raises the kid all on her own, for that, she’s dumb. she’s a brat. she’s a bitch.

both of them were wrong. lip was wrong for telling karen what to do with her body and risking everything for his family for a child he wasn’t even 100% was his. debbie was wrong for lying to have a baby at fifteen (she was not wrong for not aborting franny, though. a lot of people think that she was, but i’m a firm believer in my body my choice, so it’s her absolute right to not abort her child).

debbie drops franny because of sleep deprivation and she’s suddenly the worst. fiona’s a drunk and suddenly she’s a bad character and a shitty person (she is a shitty person, but they all are). lip dropped his kid and is an alcoholic but he’s given the benefit of the doubt.

lip treats the women in his life like shit. probably because of monica. debbie and fiona get screamed at by him for honest mistakes (mostly fiona), mandy, amanda, sierra, and tami all got treated like shit by him when they were dating (tami doesn’t put up with it as much, though). and i’m not even necessarily saying he’s a misogynist, but he generally treats men better than women. and people are a little too okay with that.

all of lip’s actions are defended by how hard he had it, fiona and debbie’s aren’t. people will get really deep with lip, and explain how his every move is okay because his childhood was shitty. debbie and fiona are so complex also, and they literally had the same parents as lip, but people don’t like to get as deep and explain their every move with them (i do tho😉). every shameless character is complex. even the characters that aren’t as big. they all are complex and they have layers and if you look into them you can find a lot. people will do that with characters like lip, but with debbie and fiona they just kind of shrug it off. personally i find debbie much more interesting than lip but that’s just me.

if you’re going to defend lip because of how he was raised, you should defend all of the siblings. they literally grew up together.

and i love lip. i’m not trying to say i hate him, but if people are going to shit on fiona and debbie, then people should shit on lip, too.

i’ve said this before, but all of the characters resemble a role. they all have trauma and they all have different trauma responses. but just because they deal with it differently doesn’t mean that they aren’t traumatized.

i’m getting off topic as always lol.

but i wish that lip would get held accountable more. and i wish that people would go easier on fiona and debbie.

the show is called shameless. all of the characters are massive pieces of shit. to call any character except for like, liam, a good person is stupid because that’s missing the entire point. just because you like a character doesn’t mean that they’re an angel. one of my favorite characters is debbie and she’s a piece of shit. like she sucks ass but i also love her.

i’m unhappy with this post i might just redo it😭

[noocturnalchild]

SEALED IN MARBLE  Chapter II  The First Sins

The church bells chimed, announcing Lauds, the dawn prayers. Father Garupe woke up drowning in his sweat .

He reached down his mattress to find the package, still in the same place where he had put it last night.

***

Last morning he was incautious enough to go to the sculptor’s atelier in his clerical robes. What he did was like an act of bravery, as if he wanted to know if his legs could lead him there. And there he went, without any plan in mind, and just stood for minutes, gazing at the surroundings before turning on his heels and hoping that no one saw a black robe prowl in the corner.

Francisco had to think.  

If he wanted to present himself to the sculptor, he had to do it under a false name and in secular clothes. He had to invent a past and a family and a profession and maybe speak in another tone that wouldn’t give him away as a man of God. In short, he had to lie.

- “Francisco!”

Father Rodrigues had to rise his tone a bit louder than necessary, and as it earned him disproval stares from his superiors, his friend was all but ready to listen.

Garupe was fumbling with his spoon and staring at his untouched supper when he deigned to answer.

- “What?”

- “Parchment, Garupe, I was asking you for extra parchment!” an irritated Rodrigues hissed.

- “You can have mine for tonight, I think I am feeling sick today…” Garupe muttered and he excused himself. It was his second lie that day.

But instead of returning to his cell, he slipped in the kitchen through a back door, then into the dorms of the manservants. There, he made quick business of “borrowing” the clothes of one that was about his height and size, following which he almost ran to his room and closed the door behind him, like a thief.

***

Garupe proceeded to his ablutions and fell into step behind the other priests for the prayers of dawn. He prayed with the same devotion and sincerity as always, trying to ignore what he did and what he was about to do. It was something he should be ashamed of, but once he had the money in his hands, he would confess all his sins. He had time and he should help a powerless widow and three little angels that had no sins but to be born women. Weren’t the Jesuit ideals all about linking faith with justice and having special concern for the poor and the oppressed? And wasn’t he following these very values by acting like he did? Garupe felt suddenly thrilled and stayed on his knees till Prime prayers, reinvigorated by a hope so big it made him fly to meet his superior just after the last psalms were recited.

- Father Garupe, I see you overjoyed this morning, I might attribute your elation to the prayer, I wish.  

Garupe retorted in a tone he wished composed.

- “Always, your excellence.” Garupe smiled before adding “Pardon me, your excellence, I came to you for a request… Yesterday, I went for a walk after prayers… on my way, I saw a poor family …a deplorable sight… I took pity on them, for as your excellence knows, that’s what Christ would do … and I promised to return today, and to visit them regularly with some … food to meet their needs for a few days … after your permission, of course.”

- “Good my son, good…” the brows of the bishop knotted for a second and he flexed his jaw, as if to comment something, but then he relaxed as he continued “You might go now, may the holy spirit accompany you in your endeavour.”

Garupe held his breath for many seconds after his encounter with his superior. He couldn’t believe that he could lie so blatantly and repeatedly in a span of a few hours… But he pushed his guilt away for now, as his legs performed lengthy strides and stilled behind a dilapidated wall.  He hopped over a barrier and sank into a small but luxuriant wood. There, he quickly changed into secular clothes, kissed his rosary and hid it in a deep pocket of his priest robe before folding it in a sack.

The sun was high in the sky when the priest knocked on the master sculptor’s door. He waited for seconds that felt like hours, mentally prepared to greet an old man, august and condescending, but instead he saw a boy, running through the yard to swiftly open the door, big crooked smile and wide eyes meeting his.

- “Excellent day milord! please come in”, the boy shouted, bowing and scraping.

Garupe nodded and followed the boy through the yard. The place revealed more of its secrets as he progressed in its depths. The garden, whilst vaster that he thought, wasn’t maintained and looked more like a messy bush, wild flowers and vines that grew past its borders and invaded parts of the yard, climbed the marbles statues, the fountain’s borders, the walls and the roof of an elegant albeit old building,  which first floor was framed with tall windows that reflected the sunlight. Garupe was lost in the enchanting beauty of the place as he was pushed inside a fresh gallery that led to a big empty room, solely lit by two windows on the ceiling that scattered liquid squares of light on the floor and illuminated a block of raw marble and a table displaying a variety of sculpting tools, rags and bottles.

The boy extracted him from his bewilderment when he finally spoke.

- “ I’m Miguel, Master De Luna’s apprentice, milord, to whom do I have the honor to speak?”

Garupe gasped as the sense of reality caught him again, he swallowed a lump in his throat and spoke as calmly as he could:

- “Vicente Santos. Servant.“

Garupe couldn’t lie further, as he was indeed in the simple clothes of a low ranked man.

As the boy stayed silent, Garupe added:

- “I heard you are in search of models…” he lied carefully and was relieved when he saw the boy relax, another wide smile appearing on his juvenile face:

- “You come in time milord” - the boy continued to address him using the same epithet even after revealing his low rank - “usually we choose them, but my master is about to start a new …particular work, we have one job available milord, if you…” – the boy gave Garupe a prolonged look, up and down, which made him nervous- “… oh but my master should see you first! please wait for me here? milord?“

And the boy slipped away before Garupe could utter a word.

An eternity seemed to pass before the boy appeared again, an eternity where Father Francisco Garupe regretted a thousand times his acts and decisions, but just as he was thinking about running away and abandoning his impossible adventure, the boy reappeared, followed closely by a small frame in …a cloak. A large dark cloak that hid the shape of the master’s body and face …

Garupe narrowed his eyes but, and as to make the task even harder, the master stood in the shadow, where the squares of light couldn’t reach his face. The master stood still, not speaking, not budging, but Garupe felt him staring at him and taking him in with invisible eyes, covered by veils of darkness. Garupe felt a chill run down his spine, and a spontaneous prayer played on his lips as he tried to focus and say something to alleviate the dread that began to take hold on him.

- “Vicente Santos, master, at your service.” Garupe offered a small bow, "I believe your apprentice informed you of the reasons of my visit."

The Master returned the bow and simply hummed, what Garuped believed was a hum of appreciation.

The boy then spoke again:

- “My master can’t speak, but with him present here, I can explain to you the details of the job.”

The master nodded as to encourage the boy to continue.

- “I hope milord here wouldn’t be bothered to pose without clothes on…” the boy coughed, “as my master is about to make a big work of art, a representation of the original man, no less, biblical Adam, milord.” And the boy opened his arms with emphasis as to demonstrate the importance of the work.

Garupe felt the world spin around him as he tried to make sense of what he had just heard. Did he miss something? Clearly not. They were telling him that the only work available was nude modelling!

- “I beg your pardon, Master” Garupe tried to adjust nervously the sleeves of his shirt. “As it is my first time in the business … I … I’m afraid I’m not comfortable enough…with such ideas.”

- “Models posing nude are doble paid, milord” the boy cut him off, yelling with enthusiasm, before the master stretched a cloaked hand and led him violently off the room.

The brisk reaction of the master sculptor made Garupe gasp in shock. But as he pulled himself together, he thought God was giving him a second chance to run away. He should, now, or never. He should say no, no matter how much they offered, no matter how strong the temptation would be.

Yes, leave now.

But just as he was about to turn away and disappear, the sculptor and his apprentice showed up again, like evil spirits from the depths of hell. Miguel ran to him and whispered something in his ear, something that made Garupe’s eyes almost roll out of their orbits. And that’s how he knew that he was really being tested.

- “All… all that, just to strip?”

The master sculptor nodded from his spot in the dusty darkness, and Garupe swallowed thick.

Shall he? Should he? Could he?

Lord, have mercy.

- “My master thinks that you are the man for the job.” Miguel re-entered the fray again, “I assure you milord, you’ll be a perfect Adam. Just think of your body as a tool, and it is, as you will see, as important for the art as the ones you see on that table. Just look at this block of dead marble. Do you think it’s worth a Real if not polished and worked to imitate life? And do you think it can stand in the most prestigious palaces of this town and arouse admiration and wonder in the eyes of kings and prelates if the very life that inspires it is mediocre?”

- “Excuse me”, Garupe replied, confused and a bit taken aback by the boy’s words, that seemed all but his. “How… how do you know that I … I would be what you are looking for if you’ve not seen … me yet.” Garupe couldn’t bring himself to mention his body, as tension grew tighter in his stomach. He had never imagined that a day would come when he would have a conversation about the worth of his body with anyone, ever, not even his confessor.

- “My master here is a connoisseur, and he has seen your face, milord.” The boy smiled, radiant. Garupe couldn’t help but notice the troubling contrast between his words, that were those of a grown adult man, and his facial expressions, that belonged to a no more than twelve year old boy.

- “How is my face…” Garupe stopped in the middle of his sentence. It was ridiculous, the fact alone that he wasn’t already taking leave, was ridiculous. The fact that he was here trying to discuss things that weren’t even in the realm of possibility for him was absurd. He tried to collect his courage and refuse, leave, return to his prayers and routine and forget about the letter, tuck it away, burn it, pretend he never received it… but Miguel, that little devil, was approaching him again with that big smile and the master’s eyes were so persistent on him, a burning stare he could feel but not see .

- “Milord, what had brought you here to model, is, I assume, a scarcity of money, and here my master is bidding you plenty of it just to strip of a few clothes, which, my master believes, is a very generous offer.”

- “It is, a very generous offer indeed”, Garupe found himself muttering. “But…“

- “Just a try, milord, I assure you, you will not regret it, let me help you, think of all the possibilities, do you have a family to feed, maybe a beautiful wife that you want to please? Or maybe parents that are in need?”

Garupe shook his head… Parents in need.

- “Fine! I will! I will.” He didn’t know, maybe another man shouted those words because what Father Francisco Garupe wanted now, was to be buried six feet deep, that was better than the disgrace he managed to become in such a short timeframe.

In the worst case, Garupe thought, chasing away his guilt, he could take the money that the master would give him today and never return again. But deep inside, the stubborn priest refused to accept that all he had done till now, all the risks he had been taking would come to nothing, that all the sins (and they were aggravated in his mind), would have been committed to no end at all. That would make them worse in his eyes, and he was sure, in God’s eyes too.  

- “I will.”

His voice was his that time, resolute and determined as he started to work on his vest’s buttons, carefully avoiding the two pairs of eyes that were avidly waiting, like for the doors of Heaven to open.