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This month we're bringing you

🛠️ Fix-It February! 🛠️

Cuz, y'know sometimes you just gotta take it down to the studs and start fresh... or put a big ass hole in the wall. we see you lip gallagher 🤷🏽‍♀️

Either way, if there was ever a plot point or scene or character arc you didn't like, here's your sign to Fix It! Show us how it should have happened. And we all know there's plenty to work with in our beloved show that also makes us want to pull our hair out sometimes 🙃 (Gap filler/ fill ins also welcome 💖)

Posting day will be Sunday 16 Febrary and as always don't forget to tag @gallacrafts and use tags #gallacrafts #theme 42 and #fix-it February so we can reblog and flail about your crafts!

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Galladrabbles: Train

Thank you @deathclassic - this prompt is so versatile, makes me want to write five more. 🏷️ @galladrabbles

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Ian’s grateful for this new job, teaching Psychology 101 at Cook County Correctional. He can do good here.

His class are guys finishing up their sentences, working on degrees, preparing for life on the outside. As the group files into the classroom and take their seats, he begins his introductions - his background, the next month’s lesson plan.

The door opens to reveal one more student. 

Fist bumping his friends, swaggering towards a seat in the back. 

“Hey Teach.” 

A smirk. Piercing blue eyes aimed right at Ian. Tattooed hand running through jet black hair. 

Ian loses his train of thought. 

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If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

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Look I just think that if you’ve ever loved Star Trek, Like really loved it (not just had a passing interest or casually consumed it) then it’s gonna be a part of you forever. It injects a little whimsy in you. A little thoughtfulness and curiosity and wonder. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I do I feel like a little kid staring up at the stars holding onto the grass. I’ll watch Star Trek and every time I’m sitting out sharing a sweater with my friend as we talk about Spock and the sun starts to set. I’ll watch Star Trek and it’s the same feeling of calm awe that I get when I sit in the aquarium.

Aliens aside it’s about humanity. It’s always about humanity and trying to understand despite it all (which I think is a core tenet of humanity). And if that compels you then it’s going to stay with you. No matter if the packaging is a bit silly. Maybe even because the packaging is silly.

Also once you love Spock I don’t think you can stop

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GALLADRABBLES #153 - TO BE WITH YOU

As I said, been humming the song all week 😁 Thank you, Liz @sweetbee78 😍 Some high school AU for you, my dear 😘 Paging @galladrabbles 😎

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‘Hi, Mickey!’

Dan's voice is quiet, a little hesitant.

‘Um…’

Ian grits his teeth and focuses on the contents of his locker, however uninteresting they may be.

‘I was wondering–’

‘Not goin’ to the dance with you,’ Mickey cuts him off impatiently.

‘But–’

‘No buts. Now fuck off!’

Ian sighs. It's the fourth guy Mickey’s letting down and he sure as hell isn't being gentle about it. What's even the point in asking him? Just to be the fifth guy?

‘Yo, Gallagher!’

His eyes snap to the left in a matter of milliseconds.

‘Wanna go to the dance with me?’

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A Card For Aunt Mandy

inspired by a video I saw

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It’d been nice to have his sister come visit, Mickey could admit. She came to stay for a week, spending some time with him, hanging out with Ian doing whatever kinda shit they liked. She also enjoyed seeing Yev. 

But after a week of her being here, Mickey was ready for her to get the fuck out. At least then he and Ian could fuck without her banging on the walls to shout at them for it. 

“Mandy, hurry the fuck up,” he hollered. “You got a flight to catch!” 

“It’s not until one-thirty, douchebag!” She snapped back, pulling her luggage out with her. Ian, of course, rushed to help her. Mickey didn’t bother, just leaned against the back of the couch, smoking. 

“Whatever,” he said. 

She huffed. Now that she was near the door, she said to Ian with great emphasis, “Thanks for the help. It’s nice to know some people are considerate.” 

Mickey held up his middle finger. 

Ian laughed, taking her into his arms for another hug. Jesus Christ, he’d already hugged her-what, twice already. “I’m gonna miss you, Mands.” 

She pressed her face into his shoulder. “I’m gonna miss you too.” 

“Am I fucking invisible or what?” 

“Maybe if you helped me, I’d hug you,” Mandy swatted at him. Mickey tried going in for a titty twister but she was one step ahead of him and pinched his ass. 

“Ay!” He yelped. 

“Not so nice, huh?” She snarked. 

Mickey grumbled under his breath, drawing her in for a hug. “Skank.” 

“Assface,” Mandy’s arms were tight around him. Then they parted, with her moving some hair out of her face. “Hey, Yevy?” She called. “Your dad’s taking me to the airport soon.” 

“Come tell Aunt Mandy goodbye,” Ian added. 

Instantly, the sound of heels digging into the floor was heard. Mickey rolled his eyes. He gave up on telling the kid to walk lightly in the house. 

“Aunt Mandy! Aunt Mandy!” Yev was holding up a card he’d made for her. “Look! It’s for you!” 

“It is? ” Mandy took it from him, her smile slipping. 

“What?” Ian asked, brows furrowing. “What is it?” 

“I made Aunt Mandy a card,” Yev explained, taking it back to show Ian proudly. Ian immediately had to smash his lips together to suppress his startled laughter. 

“Oh, wow. What does that say, Buddy?” 

Mickey stubbed out his cigarette and caught a glimpse of it. He snorted in surprise. 

“It says see you next time,” Yev said, smiling widely, showing off the gap in his teeth. “But...But I shortened it so it would fit, see?” 

That might have been Yev’s intentions, but he’d misspelled it by one letter, inadvertently abbreviating the word to cunt instead., surrounded by a few misshapen hearts. 

“Holy shit,” Mickey cackled. Mandy shot him a glare. If Svetlana were here she’d probably try to scold him for his reaction in fucking Russian but he couldn’t help it, he just lost it. 

“Why is Daddy laughing?” Yev frowned. 

“Because your dad’s an asshole,” Mandy said darkly. She looked betrayed when a few chuckles slipped out of Ian’s mouth. He glanced at her apologetically but he was struggling to keep his composure. 

Yev, of course, was completely confused. But he shook this off, wrapping his arms around Mandy’s waist. “Do you like it, Aunt Mandy?” 

She sighed, smiling down at him. “I love it,” she told him, kissing his hair. 

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Bailing Out The Brother-In-Law

It's not important to the story but Ian and Mickey are in their apartment

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Ian’s cell phone was buzzing. 

The fucker just had to leave his brightness up on high so now it lit up the whole damn room. Being a light sleeper, it woke Mickey up almost immediately, grumbling as soon as he was semi coherent and figured out what it was. 

“Ian.” There was no answer. His husband slept soundly beside him. “Fuck, man. Answer the damn phone.” 

He was out like a light, these new meds he was put on the other day really hitting him hard with the drowsiness. When the buzz stopped, the light went out. Mickey relaxed. Least he wouldn’t have to get outta the bed to check. S’probably nothing anyway. Ian was in that stupid Gallagher group chat that Mickey was also technically included in but he’d frequently take himself out of. 

But then it lit up again, this time it was a text. 

“Jesus Christ,” Mickey threw his blanket off, stalking around the side of the bed to read it. They didn’t make it a habit of using each other’s phones but they knew the passwords incase of an emergency or whatnot. 

The missed call was the first notification that popped up. Mickey’s interest rose, his eyebrows flying up to his hairline. He was very familiar with that number- it was the local jail. 

As for the text or rather texts, Tami spammed Ian’s cell with five messages. She was at home with baby Fred and didn’t want to wake him up after he’d been so difficult to put down for the night. She added that Lip got himself arrested somehow and if Ian would go bail him out using the money she sent him, she’d appreciate it. 

With his sleep-addled brain, Mickey took this all in. Now, he could have woken Ian up, made him go out there in the middle of the night to fetch his dumbass brother and go back to bed for some much needed sleep. 

A smirk grew on Mickey’s face. 

But that would have been too fucking good of an opportunity to waste. 

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Mickey threw on a pair of jeans and a zip-up jacket. He slipped some shoes on, wrote a note for his husband should he wake up before he returned and out the door he went. 

It was different to be in the ambulance without Ian. The radio was on to give him some noise but it was nothing like his husband, who filled any and all silence with useless facts or innuendos or other goofy ass shit. 

At least the traffic was light this time of night.

As he sat at a red light, Mickey wondered what the boy-genius had done to get himself arrested. He didn’t have the guts to do the hardcore stuff, even though he’d disagree and go off to sulk like a little bitch. Mickey knew what he was talking about. Hell, he wouldn’t have believed that floppy-haired, doe eyed, all American boy scout looking kid Ian had been at fifteen woulda gone to prison and lasted. 

Because Mickey wasn’t a dumbass himself, he didn’t park the stolen ambulance in front of the police station. He was a block or so down, walking the rest of the way. 

“Ay,” he said to the front clerk when he got inside. “I’m here for Lip- Phillip Gallagher.” 

“Okay,” the chick at the desk said. She typed into a computer, pulling up a file. “He has a bail of two thousand dollars. Are you able to pay that now?”

Mickey held a comment on that, his curiosity mounting because of the amount. The fuck did Lip do? “Yeah,” he handed over Ian’s card, his hand shoved back down into his jeans pocket. 

When it was all done and processed, he was given a receipt to take back. Had to go through the metal decor too, reminded him that it was a damn good thing he’d taken his knife outta his jacket pocket yesterday so the thing could be washed. 

“He’s through these doors,” an officer came to escort him. 

“Yeah, okay,” Mickey then had an idea. “Ay, can I have a few minutes with him before you release him?” 

“Knock yourself out,” the officer didn’t object. He led Mickey through the doors, directed him to where Lip’s holding cell was and then went to sit back down. “Just tell me when you’re done.” 

“‘Kay,” Mickey saw his brother-in-law sitting down on the bench, eyes closed, head leaning back against the wall. Whatever happened, he didn’t look to ruffled, just fucking tired. “Well, well, well,” he drawled. Lip’s head whipped around to face him, and he groaned loudly. “Look like what we have here. Didn’t think I’d be seeing you on the other side, Phillip.” 

“What are you doing here?” Lip was back on his feet, standing right at the bars. “I asked for Ian to come.” 

“And you’re out of luck. He’s sleepin’.” 

“Great,” Lip grumbled. 

Mickey smirked. “How’s it like in there? Anybody made you their bitch yet?” 

Lip wasn’t amused. “I’ve been in this cell the whole time, Mickey. I haven’t seen anyone else.” Then it seemed to register to him what’d been said. “Hold the fuck up. What makes you think I’d be anyone’s bitch?” 

This was too fucking funny to Mickey. He snorted. “Like you’d be takin’ anybody down. They’d have your college ass before you could start shootin’ out useless shit like you always do.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“Think Ian would object to that,” a devilish grin grew on Mickey’s face. “He railed me for hours last night.” 

As predicted, Lip was disgusted. “I don’t want to hear about your sex life, Mickey.” 

“Ain’t like you got anything else to do,” Mickey shrugged. 

Lip’s scowl that appeared suddenly vanished, but he was still visibly annoyed. “Wait a minute. Where’s the guy that’s supposed to let me out? You paid for the bail, right?” 

Mickey was deliberately silent, arching his brow. Lip asked more aggressively, 

“Right?” 

Mickey chose not to say anything just to fuck with him. 

“Mickey, I swear to God-” 

“Take the tampon out of your ass and chill your fucking tits, man. I did the damn thing.”

Lip was still glaring at him. “Then why hasn’t anyone released me yet?” 

His question was ignored. “You gonna explain what you did to get yourself thrown in here?” 

“It’s not important,” Lip muttered, averting his gaze. 

“Whatever, man. I got all night.” 

“No, you don’t,” Lip tried to argue. “Ian-” 

“-can be on his own for a while,” Mickey finished. 

Lip was frustrated. “Fuck, why can’t you just get me out of here? I told Tami I’d be back soon.” 

“Your baby mama will understand,” Mickey said uncaringly. “Just tell me what ya did and I’ll tell the guy to get you out.” 

“You don’t even care!” Lip exclaimed. 

“I do when I get to see self-righteous ass finally get put in your place,” Mickey said smugly.  

Lip looked to be two seconds away from tearing his own hair out. 

Personally, Mickey would pay to see it. 

Resigned to the fact that he wasn’t getting out there anytime soon, at least without giving in to Mickey’s demand, he sighed. “I met a guy online-” 

“I fucking knew that ninety-six percent straight was bullshit!  Good for Tami, though. Always thought she could do better than you.” 

Lip gave Mickey a withering look. “He’s part of some neighborhood group for parents, helping them get supplies and shit.” 

“And?” 

“We started talking because Fred’s going through diapers faster than Tami and I can buy. The guy said he could get us a few boxes.Should’ve known they were stolen.” He sighed. “He told me where to go to get them, cops came and he ran so they arrested me.”

“That’s gotta be the stupidest fucking thing to get arrested for.”

“I know,” Lip said shortly. He dragged a hand down his face. “I’ve always been able to spot scams. I don’t know what happened.” 

Nobody spoke for a moment. 

“Not surprised it was you, though.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Lip said sharply. 

 Mickey shrugged. “Figured it wasn’t anything hardcore, you know?” 

“It could’ve been.” There was a touch of defensiveness to Lip’s voice. Riling up his brother-in-law was a favorite pastime of his. Ian had long learned to stop trying to get him to quit doing it. 

“Nah, man,” Mickey said dismissively. “You ain’t cut out for that shit.” 

“You don’t get to decide that!” Lip was getting angry. Fuck, this was too easy. 

“Boo fucking hoo. Go cry to your baby mama.” 

“Well, maybe I would if I wasn’t fucking stuck here!” 

“Probably got a point there,” Mickey said nonchalantly. 

Lip looked murderous. “Mickey, go get someone to let me out.” 

“Hang on a sec,” Mickey took out his phone, snapping a quick picture. He showed Lip just to be a little shit. “Ay, see. That’s group chat worthy. Not you askin’ bout shit nobody cares about.” 

“Don’t send that-” 

“Too late,” Mickey said with a grin. 

Lip clenched his jaw. 

His phone pinged. Mickey glanced at it. “Your beard wants to know if you’re coming home soon.” 

“Well, I’d like to know that too - Tami’s not my beard!” 

“Whatever,” Mickey shrugged. “I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna go take a piss. Wait here.” 

He snickered to himself after that last part. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you for this, Mickey!” Lip shouted as he strolled away. He smiled sheepishly when a couple of officers looked his way, quickly looking as far as he could see but by that point, Mickey was no longer in sight. “Mickey, get back here! I swear to God....”

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Gallawheel Challenge December - Rules 💬

Welcome to the very first Gallawheel Challenge, a creative mix of randomness and Gallavich magic! Whether you write, draw, edit, or just love trying out new ideas, this challenge is perfect for you.

For December, we’re kicking off with a festive round full of wintery themes, dramatic twists, and heartwarming moments. Here are the rules to join the fun:

1. Plot List

❄This month features 10 exciting plots (see extra post in a few days).

❄The themes range from canon-inspired scenes to alternate universes (AUs).

2. The Pickwheel

❄Use the Pickwheel to randomly select your plot.

❄You’re allowed one re-spin if you don’t like your first plot – but after that, your choice is final.

3. What Can You Create?

❄You can express your creativity through fanfiction, fanart, moodboards, or edits/videos.

❄Anything goes, as long as it fits the assigned plot.

4. Deadline

❄Submit your work by December 31st.

❄Share it under the hashtag #GallawheelChallengeDecember and #[plot] so the community can find it.

5. Flexibility

❄You can make small changes to the plot, but the core idea should remain intact.

❄The most important thing is to have fun and feel inspired!

Have fun!

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“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.” — Marc Chagall

🎨 art by @steorie -> check out her redbubble shop!

🧵🪡 embroidery by me

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Literally grumpy and grumpier in the morning

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a quick married gallavich

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Angry at the world (but mostly your brother)

We never got to see their goodbye before Ian left in 3x12... until now! @whatthebodygraspsnot has written an incredible commission to pair up with this drawing. read here and thank you, Ray!

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Angry at the world (but mostly your brother)

We never got to see their goodbye before Ian left in 3x12... until now! @whatthebodygraspsnot has written an incredible commission to pair up with this drawing. read here and thank you, Ray!

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SHAMELESS | 11x04 (deleted scene)

I gotta worry. You're my husband.

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was i just invited to a sleepover?

Shameless US, S3

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