#mickey's slutty knees

[arrowflier]

“Why is Mickey’s knee always so slutty” that sounds like something Ian would think and accidentally say out loud and Mickey would be like 🤨 “what” and Ian would be like “nevermind! Forget you heard that?!” And Mickey is like “how are knees slutty?” And Ian is like “they’re not but yours….when you wear the ripped jeans or your naked or-“ and Ian is sweating and blushing and Mickey just laughs at him and forever teases him about

Lol Calli this absolutely happens. Mickey is like "is that why you liked that stupid mall uniform with the shorts? And why you keep pulling on the blanket until my leg sticks out? You got a knee fetish, you freak?" And Ian mentally flails a bit trying to deny it then Mickey bends his leg to make his knee show more through the ripped jeans and there's no use. From that day on he makes a point of sticking his knees out, nudging Ian with them when they're sitting at the table or on the sofa, etc just to see him flush.

[michellemisfit]

Nobody:

Absolutely no one:

Not a single soul on earth:

Me: I think what this situation needs is an entire post dedicated to Mickey’s slutty knee…

::nods to self::

[gallawitchxx]

🌶 SOUTHSIDE SPICE (AO3) 🌶

you do have really slutty knees nice legs (7/?)

[kandyzee]

Why did they start putting mickey in those ugly ass outfits. He spent years in the closet for no fucking reason.

NOT MY MICKEY MILKOVICH

These fucking ripped skinny jeans make me wanna die. Why did they do this to him.

BRING BACK FASHION 🗣🗣🗣

BAGGY JEANS TIGHT TOP COMBO THATS WHAT I LIKE TO SEE.

Special mentions to that slutty ass jumper. Just like mickey in that scene IM GETTING ON MY KNEES. Big ass coat mickey changed lives!!! RADIOHEAD TOP SUPREMACY

WHERE DID HIS FASHIONISTA FLARE GO ?!?!?!

[wh0lemilk0vich]

i am begging on my knees for more thoughts on this please [if you got the time and energy, in any case you're getting a hug 🤗💚]

Nosho! Listen friend, the idea is so tenuous and born from slutty pictures of boys asses that I get on my feed because I follow a porn blog 😅

Like for sure canon divergent au. Ian's a nerdy, artsy, English major who is a teacher's pet and a peer writing tutor. Mickey is majoring in communications but he's more interested in drinking and partying, so he's failing his composition seminar.

This is so half-baked so forgive me but I just really want Mickey to be a slutty chubby frat boy who like has no sense of shame or modesty and is dressing so slutty or constantly like stripping or getting his whole ass out at parties with his friends, and Ian is kind of simping over him in tutoring sessions but neither thinks the other is gay? Or maybe Mickey comes onto Ian all the time at first, but Ian thinks that he's just messing around because he's a frat boy and he's probably straight, so Mickey figures he must not be interested.

Fast forward to later in the semester one of Ian's girl friends drags him to a party and it's at Mickey's frat and Mickey is in his element, having the time of his life, half naked and feeling himself, looking soft and glistening and just joyful. And Ian has a crazy emotional journey because Mickey is over there, grinding with some guy, and making out with him.

I don't know how to get to it or contextualize it, but I really then want a scene where Ian and Mickey are at tutoring after, and Ian just can't stand it anymore and is like ok I didn't know you were actually gay and meant all this shit like I need you so bad it's not not even funny and they start making out in a private study room in the library and Ian gets on his knees and sucks Mickey off and they start hooking up for real.

This is very much from my lizard brain but I want to flesh it out more

[metalheadmickey]

Hey Jessie! I want to hear your take of Lingerie: What clothes make them feel sexy? What turn they other on? (could be thongs, jock strap, booty short, fitted jeans, suit, etc.)

Hey! Sorry it's taken me a few days to get to this!

I'm a firm believer in Mickey In A Jockstrap. It's such a simple thing, but it drives Ian wild. Anything that emphasizes that perfect ass is a winner in his book. And he doesn't even have to take it off to fuck him, what a glorious thing.

I could see Mickey being more a fan of things that aren't overtly sexual: Ian's hands, his forearms, oof his fuckin' shoulders...anything that shows off Ian's upper body makes Mickey weak in the knees. And there's also something about him shirtless in a pair of jeans. Dude has no business looking so slutty like that, but it makes Mickey feel like he has to resist the urge to just turn around and bend over for him.

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Mickey in panties. I loooove the idea of him feeding this curiosity that he has, and both of them going nuts for it. I love the thought of him really feeling himself in something lacy and being so surprised by it. I love the thought of him wearing it out of the house under his jeans, just because he likes it so much. I love the thought of Ian fucking him in it. Could be a thong, could be something a little different.

On Thursday I'm posting my final kinktober prompt fill, and yeah, Mickey gets to wear something lacy. And it's not quite a thong. It's a little different. They both lose their minds for it. It'll be a great time.

[gardenerian]

Lmao your boss would hate me all of my "nice pants" are jeans. I think I own one pair of slacks and they don't fit anymore (and they were uncomfortable to begin with). In my public speaking class in school we weren't allowed to wear jeans, but it's already been established that I don't own anything other than that, so I wore my nicest black jeans. Tbh I don't get the whole not allowing jeans in the workplace (like unless it's something seriously corporate or smth) because jeans can definitely look professional if dressed right, especially if they're black. Good luck with being back in the office!!!!

right! why do i have to dress up to be a lil cubicle gremlin? not saying i need to wear slutty mickey knees out jeans (although, can you imagine askdjfh) but come on yall lemme wear some somewhat comfy pants! 

but thanks! it wound up being a pretty nice day despite the slacks 🥲 i got very acquainted with the hot chocolate machine*

*it’s a coffee machine that also makes hot chocolate aksjdfh i just don’t like coffee 😇

hope you had a nice day too, love! i hope your pants were extra comfy today 💓

[jomilky]

Mickeys tied up, legs spread widely and Ian’s fully dressed, and he says the filthiest dirty talk to Mickey

man I don’t know if this’s sent to me as small talk or a prompt

but it hit the right button so read the quick drabble under the cut (if my account didn’t get banned after I clicked post)

18+ only

“You like this, huh? Slut. You’re so hard.” Ian breathed into the pale skin on Mickey’s neck. His husband was perfect like this, naked as the day he was born, legs spreading as wide as possible, puckered pink hole and leaking cock fully exposed, wrists attached to ankles by leather cuffs, all tied up and bound to the bed posts by a whole set of silver chains Ian bought. He packed their packages, so Mickey didn’t know he had brought these with him until tonight.

He definitely had earned a “Jesus Christ, Gallagher, you really are a perv”, but Mickey was not fooling anyone. Mickey had been wanting this all night, he knew it. Mickey had been wanting this ever since he put on the fancy suit they rented for tonight’s business dinner party, he knew it. That’s why Mickey’s suit had already been yanked off, but he’s still fully dressed.

“You almost popped a boner right there, didn’t you? You can’t keep those eyes off me, those slutty blue eyes. You were begging to be fucked all night.” Ian ran his tongue along the veins on Mickey’s neck, feeling Mickey’s racing pulse, while his hands wandered around Mickey’s chest, teasing the nipples and caressing the chest tattoo.

“Can’t blame me. You- you look hot.” Mickey pulled on the chains and groaned uncontrollably because his nipple was twisted by the smirking redhead.

“I look hot, hmm. How hot?” Ian soothed the standing nipple by circling around areola with his soft fingertips. “So hot that you want to drop to your knees and suck my dick right in front of all those rich motherfuckers? So hot that you want to shove me down and ride my dick right beside the dinner table? So hot that you want to show everybody I’m yours, show ‘em how you take the whole nine-inches so well, like the shameless little slut you’re, every single night.”

“Yes. Ye-” Mickey threw his head back and choked on his own moan when Ian pushed two lubed fingers into his tight rim. “Fuck! Ian, Ian, touch me.”

“I’m touching you.” Ian curled his fingers inside Mickey while rubbing the sensitive area between Mickey’s balls and stretched hole with his big thumb. He sucked a dark mark on Mickey’s chest, right next to the misspelled tattoo of his name.

“Touch, touch my cock, please.” The begging was followed by a pathetic sob. Mickey wanted to close his legs around Ian’s torso, but the chains were keeping them wide apart, making him feel extremely exposed and vulnerable.

Ian stroked Mickey’s cheek as a comfort before he wrapped his hand around Mickey’s throbbing length. “Like this? You like it?” Mickey nodded frantically. “Do you know how slutty you look right now? Moaning and drooling under me. You like it when I wear this suit, right?” Mickey nodded again, and Ian chuckled.

“It reminds you of our wedding day, when I was wearing that black tuxedo you handpicked. It reminds you of the day you married me, when I put the ring on your finger. And you never take it off, never will. You love me so much.”All Mickey could do was nod while stifled moans kept escaping between his clenching teeth.

Tears blurred Mickey’s vision, but he was not sure if it was caused by all these emotion his had in his racing heart or by the third finger Ian added into his stretched hole. It was the ring finger, going knuckle deep. He could almost feel the coolness of their wedding ring against his warm rim.

“I love you so much too, baby.” Ian pecked a kiss on Mickey’s left chest before he raised his head and sealed their mouths into an affectionate kiss. When their lips separated, Mickey moaned out loud because Ian jabbed his prostate hard with three fingers.

Ian smiled smugly and whispered into Mickey’s reddened ear, “Shh, Mickey. We’ve already got one noise complaint. Do you need me to gag you? I’ve brought a gag. You know how desperate you look with a gag in you mouth. You would drool and cry and beg with your eyes, so beautiful, huh? But if I gag you, we can’t kiss. My little slut doesn’t want that, right?”

Mickey shook his head, bunny teeth biting deep into his bottom lip. Ian knew he’s already too far gone in his submissive headspace to spell his own name. “Then you better keep it down, Mick. I might gag you if we got one more complaint,” Ian cooed.

Mickey nodded, and bobbed his hips to seek for pleasure in Ian’s hand. But the fact was that Ian wouldn’t. Ian wouldn’t gag him even if the whole floor heard Mickey’s yelp. Ian wouldn’t gag him even if they got too many complaints that they lost their hotel room deposit. Ian wanted to hear those sweet moans. Ian wanted to kiss those shaking rosy-red lips.

“I wanna cum, Ian. I wanna cum.” Mickey moved his hips faster. Those watery blue eyes were fixed on Ian’s face, begging.

That’s the moment the evil redhead removed his hand from Mickey’s leaking cock.

“No, no, baby. Don’t cum on my suit. We need to return this.” He smirked wickedly and wiped his hand on Mickey’s ample chest.

Mickey kicked his legs and made a complaint noise. “Then take it off. Please, please, Ian. I need to cum.”

Ian poured more lube around Mickey’s hole and moved his fingers in and out, making sure Mickey’s ready for his big cock. Filthy wet sound echoed in their hotel room.

“You need to cum, huh? You want to cum on my finger or on my cock?”

Mickey clenched his hole around Ian’s long digits. “I want both.”

Ian laughed. “You’re a greedy little slut.” He opened his fly and pulled his cock out with one hand. If he waited any longer, he might ruin these pants himself. His dick was exuding pre-cum like a broken tap. How could it not with his husband begging under him like this?

He poured some lube on his fully aroused cock before slowly pushing it into Mickey’s asshole. One finger of his was still left inside, but Mickey would get used to the stretched burning sensation. In fact, he loved it. He’s born for it.

“Let’s see how many times you can cum tonight, Mickey. ‘M gonna fuck you all night with my fingers and my cock. ‘M gonna pound this ass so good and so hard that you cry like a bitch.” Mickey whimpered when Ian entered ball deep. “Yeah, you like that? ‘M gonna make you remember this. You’ll get hard immediately every time you see me wear a suit again. You’ll clench that tight little hole under your boxers and hope that nobody could notice how desperate you’re. But I’ll notice, I’ll know. It’s our little secret.”

Their hotel room deposit was gone the moment Ian began to rock his hips. But can you blame them? Long night, soft bed, horny husbands.

[anastasiaskarsgard]

My hair is now down to the middle of my back. I could use a little trim, maybe. I put it up in pigtails today just for something different and cute. How would Bill's character's react to coming home to their girl in pigtails and maybe sucking on a lollipop while she was watching a movie or something?

Roman

Roman would take one look at you and tell you to go get in the car immediately. He’d be right there. He’d go inform the nanny that you guys would return in a few hours, he’d also greet Nadia and tell her he was going to get her a surprise. Roman was a lot of reprehensible things, but neglectful father was not one of them. After getting an excited squeal from Nadia, he’d rush out to the car and upon entering, he’d pull you in his lap and kiss you thoroughly. He’d hiss at you as you reached for his zipper, removing you from himself and putting your seatbelt on. He’d drive towards his modern house, since you now live in the old mansion. He wanted to be loud and he wanted you right now at 534pm, which wasn’t possible at your family home. As soon as he parked, he’d tell you to take your clothes off. Only keep the pigtails and the lollipop. You’d hesitate since you were parked outside and it was light out, but he’d ask if you really wanted to be a bad girl, and since you’re not a fan of pain, you’d strip and get out of the car, walking towards the front door. He’d be shamelessly groping himself and would just watch as you stood outside nude, sucking a lollipop. You’d turn and notice he wasn’t following and you’d stomp your foot and point at the door expectantly. He’d enjoy how your ass and tits move when you stomp. He’d cock an eyebrow, and you’d whine his name stomping your feet, bouncing everywhere, and he’d finally snap and walk behind the little privacy wall, and fuck you right outside, against the front door, before taking you inside for more fun. He used to be into the whole daddy trope, but no longer could indulge in it, since it freaked him out since he had Nadia. He’ll role play, but just can’t bring himself to be called daddy or say baby girl or anything.

Mark

He would be all about the daddy talk. He’d ask if you’d been a bad girl and of course you would nod. He’d tsk you and tell you to bend over his knee. You would and he’d get really dirty.

“Have you been naughty baby girl?”

Nods

Smack

Have you been out showing off daddy’s body to everyone?

Nods

Smack

Have you been thinking slutty thoughts?

Nods

Smack! Smack!

“Are you daddy’s little whore?”

Shakes head

“Are you lying to me?”

Shakes head.

He ghosts his fingers across your wet panties, and then pulls you up to straddle him, looking deep in your eyes.

“Then why are you so fucking wet?”

“For you.”

“Just for me baby? You’re so fucking beautiful. Now get on your knees.”

You do

“You’re gonna take all my cock right?”

Nods

“You want me to fuck your pretty face?”

Nods

“You’re such a good little whore. My fucking whore. No one else’s.”

Nods but looks a bit unsure

“Only now though, the rest of the time, you’re my princess.

You smile and take out his cock.

Axel

Axel walks in and is like what’s with the pigtails? You shrug and say they’re cute. He nods contemplating you. He asks if you’re trying to fuck right now, cuz he needs a shower first. You shrug and watch your show. He stands in front of the tv, with that wide eyed sassy look. You roll your eyes dramatically and pout, crossing your arms. He raises his eyebrows and chuckles. “You better do some stretches, while I shower, cuz when I come back.... I’m gonna fuck you until you remember your place.” You roll your eyes again. “Ho-oh! Fucking be ready.”

Mickey

He wouldn’t notice for awhile, but when he did, he’d tease you and ask you where your overalls were at. Then he’d keep making jokes about hoedowns and tractors, until you finally kissed him to shut him up.

[michellemisfit]

Even his armpits are slutty, I can’t even…😔

Let’s be honest here, Mickey Milkovich doesn’t give a flying fuck about the mean things people say about his feet etc. online - after all, he’s got a husband that worships every fucking inch of him, so why should he care?

At the same time, no one likes being body shamed, including Mickey, so this was his reaction when he heard you like his armpits…

[gallawitchxx]

Bee! I hope you don’t mind me sharing more weed ball fortune teller Mickey thoughts - he’s like a South Side Delphi oracle (I think that myth about the Delphi oracle inhaling vapours has been disproven but whatever), he gets enough shit right that people trust him. Or at least, trust him enough to take a chance. Mandy makes him a whole fancy set-up in their spare room (Terry’s in jail) with drapes everywhere and low lighting which really adds to the vibe. Ian wants to know whether going into the army is the right thing, he wants to so much but he has a tiny doubt deep down and he can’t shake it. Mickey’s first reading tells him no. So he keeps going back, asking things and sometimes they happen so…Mickey must be accurate, right? But Ian is also noticing that he just likes being in the dimly lit room sitting very close to Mickey as he gets high. Probably best not to think too much about what that means….but then one day he blurts it out, why does he like coming here so much? And Mickey just smirks and silently offers the magical weed ball for Ian to take a hit and they get high together and realise they like each other…a lot. 💖

CALLI YOU ARE ALWAYS SO BIG-BRAINED! 🤩🥳✨🥺🥰🤯👏

ook so just so we can set the scene... this is a continuation of these here tags from this here post:

#I’m imagining a fortune teller au where Mickey uses this to predict the future #but also to get high #so his predictions are 50/50 #but it’s the Southside so people take a chance on his fortune telling #Ian comes in one day and becomes a little bit obsessed with finding out his future #half of Mickey’s predictions sort of come true #so he keeps going back #until he’s Mickey’s best customer #then one day they use the ball together and things happen….

i am in LOVE with the idea that mandy makes mickey a lil space in their house! & yeah, i could totally see how even just a few right predictions would boost his reputation! people are always seeking answers & this is a low key & low cost way of maybe getting them? no different than playing the fucking lottery, you know? plus, mickey's ethically unethical--he doesn't charge an arm & a leg & he almost always offers a hit of something on their way out the door.

but he never lets anyone hit the crystal ball bong....

until..... 🧡🖤

what if the ball showed mickey something that even he couldn't decipher? like one day after ian leaves, he takes a hit & sees fragments of, no, it couldn't be his own future, could it? but there are his knuckle tats, brushing across a freckled cheek... there's his slutty knee being covered gently with a blanket... there's his full head of black hair being pushed down towards a stiff, flushed cock--

but he knows ian has other plans. big plans! ones that involve being a fucking general, not being trapped on the southside with some glorified soothsayer... still... the weed ball hasn't exactly been promising when it comes to those dreams of ian's. in fact, it's been pretty clear that the army road leads to a dead end.

he just hopes the next time gallagher shows up, there'll be more clues as to how to get them both from here to whatever the fuck future keeps revealing itself... 🔮

EDIT: I WROTE A DRABBLE ABOUT IT 🤘🏼

[ao3feed-gallavich]

That's What Friends Are For

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3boAAbu

by Drago

Ian accidentally gets them invited to a sex party. They try to have group sex, it doesn’t go well.

Words: 2893, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Brandon, Robbie, Travis, Will

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher/Original Male Character(s), Mickey Milkovich/Original Male Character(s), Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Spitroasting, Rough Sex, not how you make friends, no beta we die like men, Jealous Ian Gallagher, Jealous Mickey Milkovich, Misunderstanding, Mickey thinks his husband is H O T, Mickey thinks his husband is hot, other men think Mickey is hot, Mickey's slutty knees, Dirty Talk, Daddy Kink, Group Sex

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3boAAbu

[yikeswtfmate]

hate to do this to myself, but high key, what would some HCs be for Ray dating one of Mickey's maids on the DL?

main masterlist

No, okay okay okay but listen

Mickey would obv have no idea bc if it doesn't have to do with his wife or the business he couldn't really give a shit

Rosalind would know

and not only bc she knows everything but it's pretty hard to miss the way Ray would just stop whatever he's doing and watch Y/N whenever she's in his sight

and she doesn't miss either the winks or the grins the girl throws Ray when she thinks no one's looking

but anyway

it all started when he was having a drink with Mickey one night and Y/N came in with food to soak up some of the alcohol bc those two are known to get into arm wrestling if they get too drunk

Ray was just admiring the curve of her body when she caught him staring

and listen, this little fucker is not daft

and she's been fantasizing about him and that glorious hair and beard for a few weeks already ok

so she seizes the opportunity

and drops a teaspoon by accident so she has to bend down to get it right in Raymond's face

and fuck that's an amazing ass that's been driving Ray insane ever since he first laid eyes on it

so he's waiting for her in front of his car when she's done with the day

and of course she gets in without a word, a shit eating grin on her face

that night she's the one in charge and shows him what it's like to heed every word

although there's not much talking going on tbh

but they're going at it whenever they can, esp when Mickey and Rosalind are at the garage and they have the house to themselves

there's a slight possibility that she has to clean after themselves more than she does after the Pearsons

they've christened nearly every bed (except Mickey and Rosalind's bc come on they do have some decency left maybe), couch or chair in the house bc fuck these two are going at it like rabbits

and tbf all the closets, bathrooms and any secluded corner in the house has at least seen a good groping when they're not alone in the house

the secrecy makes it even more exciting although to be completely honest Mickey's probably the only one who still has no idea the others just pretend they don't notice mostly bc they're making bets on how long it will take the boss to realise

Coach even caught them once when Y/N was making dinner

and Ray was pinning her down on the kitchen island, about to go down on her

Coach swore he'd never set foot in the house again

Ray's favourite part is still the end of the day when he gets to take her home like that first time

when he sees her soft tired smile after a long day

and he kisses her forehead when she steps in front of him while her arms go around him

and he loves the way her knee feels under his palm the whole way home

what he loves the most is when she steps in the bedroom later that night dressed in a slutty maid costume

which gets shredded in seconds

a few months later Mickey still thinks they just live close by and Ray's only offering her a ride bc he's a gentleman

I might have kept on writing for a few more hours on this but then it would've become an entire one shot...which doesn't sound like a bad idea atm 🤔

[hawaiigurlinct]

❤️

My last living grandparent passed away this morning. I've cried off and on all day. But it's a weird sadness this time around. I'm sad that I've lost my grandmother, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

My grandma and I had a strange relationship. She was the strict grandparent when I was growing up. My parents were more lenient, letting me blow bubbles in my milk, letting me leave food on my plate, wear black. My grandma was one of those old school matrons telling me that kids were starving in Africa and therefore I had to finish my plate. She rarely babysat since she lived on a different island and when she did visit it was for vacation, not to babysit. Nevertheless, I still asked that she not be in the typical rotation of babysitters due to her strictness.

In high school my parents would have to travel for business conferences 1-2 times a year. Call it good parenting if you will, but even with a license they never let me stay home unattended to take care of myself and my sister. BOOOOO! (Actually, I think they did let me stay home in charge during my senior year. I played hooky, got caught and yeah... that's a story for another time.... but maybe they were right not to trust me.) Anyway, they always asked someone new to watch us (I assume because after just one stint watching me and my sister people went running for the hills), from cousins to paid babysitters to my grandma once. When it was my grandma's turn it was the best. She threw a party at our house. Take that parents for not trusting me with a house to myself! Guess who shot up to favorite babysitter after that?!

My grandma was still strict but I was a perfect child by high school so we got along great. While I clearly wasn't actually perfect (see playing hooky comment above), I knew what my grandma disliked - slutty (read: modern) clothes, black clothes, boys that wore hats backwards, boys that wore hats in general... and I was the grandchild that played by the rules. I always showed up in a knee length pastel-colored skirt and on the rare occasion that a boyfriend was dragged to a family get together - he knew the rules too. So I was the one that escaped without further criticism.

Then I went to college and our relationship grew. She would send me care packages and write me long letters. And while email was certainly up and running by this time and I was ALWAYS on AIM my freshman year, it wasn't unheard of yet to write long letters back and forth in the mail. She became my pen pal.

And then the Alzheimer’s kicked in. While it was never a fun time, listening to the same story retold just a few minutes apart of each other (such as what happened the day the above picture was taken) was more of a slight sadness than in the end when she had no idea who I was at all.

I flew back to Hawaii 4 years ago to say goodbye to her. I was devastated. I missed my friend's wedding in order to be there with my Grandma and had to get special permission to leave work during a busy time. I wouldn't change that decision for anything and would make the same decision again given what I know now, but the result was she got better. She got off hospice. She recovered.

I had already moved back in Hawaii the next time there was a big scare. But first I was sick and therefore couldn't visit and then I was going on vacation. I was so worried that I would get a call that she passed away while I was gone and I would have to live with the guilt that I preferred to spend time with Mickey over seeing my Grandma one last time. Turns out I had nothing to worry about. She made a recovery.

Which is why when I came home crying yesterday to tell Ryan that I had heard my grandma had been given maybe hours to just a couple days to live, he tried to be understanding but he ended up smirking and told me "that lady has more lives than Senior Chang... including his stint on The Hangover". I agreed she would probably outlive us all.

We were both wrong. My last living grandparent passed away this morning and I cried. I cried for a person that I had wanted to pass away for so long. Don't stop reading now, I'm not as heartless as you think. She couldn't speak, she didn't know who anyone was, she was bedridden. The world was cut off to her. I wouldn't wish that life on the worst person in the entire world. You want a rapist or a murderer to live through the worst hell? Don't give them a lethal injection, force them into a life like THAT. So yes, I wanted my grandmother to pass away. I wanted her to be at peace. To be reunited with her husband and her daughter and her baby boy in a world where she could painlessly look down on all of us and remember her huge family that loves her. I am happy for her. But I am devastated to live in a world where I no longer have my grandmother.

I love you grandma! Rest in peace

[michellemisfit]

mickeys slutty knees this, mickeys slutty knees that. when are we gonna talk about ian's slutty freckles?

Now THIS is a veeeery valid anon ask!! 🙌

Slutty freckles until the cows come home!!!

The chest freckles always get me!!! 🤤