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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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thinking about how mickey tried to get ian to call out of work sick from a job he had just started just so he could stay home and fuck him all day
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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reunions
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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finished a cross stitch after a million years! pattern courtesy of @shitpostsampler
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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Respect and support all psychotic people.
Respect and support psychotic people in psych wards.
Respect and support psychotic people in prison.
Respect and support psychotic people who use drugs.
Respect and support psychotic people who can't hide their symptoms.
Respect and support psychotic people who are homeless.
If you say you respect and support psychotic people no one is exempt.
If you are disgusted, scared of, or laugh at psychotic people on the street that talk to themselves you cannot say you respect and support psychotic people.
Just because a psychotic person is less privileged, and less socially acceptable to you, does not give you a pass to be sanist.
This shouldn't have to be said but every human deserves basic respect.
People who are mentally ill, have no money, have no support, can't hide their symptoms, make bad choices and don't fit into the social norms, are not any less human than anybody else.
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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“ian shouldnt complain to mickey about his childhood, mickey had it worse”
literally both of them were abused their entire childhoods. yes, what mickey went through was more horrific but ians still incredibly traumatized??? hes allowed to awknolege all of the shit he went through and tell his husband because thats how a healthy relationship works, they communicate. ian and mickey both get to mourn the childhoods they never got because terry was a monster and frank and monica were disgusting.
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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GALLACRAFTS | THEME 20 | THIS KISS
so i couldn’t decide which kiss to draw for @gallacrafts​​ so i chose my personal top 7 and this happened! Individual frames are under the cut  <3
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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for @gallacrafts KISSES 😘 theme I wanted to take you lovely folks on a journey back through time ✨
these dummies have had a lot of kissing practise throughout the years 🥰
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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literally shut up if you make newt x fem content in 2023. he’s gay. that’s not subtext or a headcanon, it was stated by james dashner. he is gay. i don’t care if “it’s an alternate universe” or you’re “projecting” or anything. every other male character is mlw. you have so many options and you chose the one canonically gay one. do some reflection.
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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the Gallagher kitchen turns Mickey into a drama queen
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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Icarus..
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mickey + gradually releasing himself from his father’s grip
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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Thinking about how Mickey’s knuckle tats were done on a boy of what? Like 16, maybe? Probably as a posturing thing, assurance for others that he could and would fuck anyone up who crossed him and reassurance for himself that he fit in with his family, a symbol of his adolescent struggle and the violence that was so commonplace in his life. And now those hands aren’t living up to those tattoos, the letters on his left hand now interrupted with a ring. Those hands are busy getting himself ready in the morning for work, for his legal business that he started with his husband. They’re making food in the kitchen they share, sometimes popping the caps off of bottles and carefully doling out their contents to make sure his person takes what he’s supposed to with food. They’re holding his niece’s tiny hand, or helping her hold a crayon or toy gun or doll. They’re holding his husband’s hand. They’re shuffling through little sachets of seeds on the kitchen table, seeing what his person had come home from the nursery with to indulge in his new hobby. They’re delicately rolling joints with good weed, no more dirt weed, finally able to drop extra (legal) cash on something he’d actually enjoy smoking. They’re arranging items in his home, the space he gets to share with his spouse and no one else. Those hands spoon-fed his abusive, wheelchair-bound father who didn’t deserve it, whose hands his adolescent self had been trying to emulate. And someday he’ll use those hands to spoon-feed his own kid, a kid he’ll hold and comfort and care for with those hands. He’s not fucking anyone up anymore, but the tattoos are still there, and that’s fine. They’re a reminder that he’ll always carry his adolescent self with him, and that where he came from brought him to where he is now, and where he is now is safe and stable and full of love.
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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for anon
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sloppy-soul · 1 year
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Ian knows the boxes in the attic won’t most likely have anything useful in them for their new apartment, but he figures this move is as good a time as any to throw away their contents since it’s mostly his old notebooks, school textbooks, and a couple of not-so-discreetly hidden gay porn mags stashed inside his Soldier Monthly that he won’t ever live down in Mickey’s eyes.
He leaves through the notebooks first, trying to find if there’s anything other than scribbles and his chemistry notes. There’s a loose paper in one of them, crumbled and crisscrossed, and Ian takes it out to give it a quick skim-read, letting out an almost disbelieving giggle as he does.
„Ha! Holy shit. I remember this,” he tells Mickey, who stands over a different box across from him. “What the hell. I can’t believe it’s still here.“
„What is?“
Ian shakes his head, smiling over the memory.
“We made these stupid lists with Mandy one night when we were stoned. We were fifteen, I think. Fuck. I can’t believe I kept it. It’s kinda embarrassing.“
That seems to be everything Mickey needed to hear. “Oh yeah? Show me.“
Biting his lip, Ian stalls for a second, reconsidering. Then, with nothing more than a little shrug, he hands the piece of paper over.
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„Yeah. Good luck finding that guy,“ Mickey comments through a huff of laughter, reiterating Mandy’s written words.
Ian mimics his little chuckle, then cocks his head, grimacing as his eyes narrow.
„Mickey,” he says as if he’s talking to the slowest person on the planet because, come on, it’s obvious. “I already did.“
But Mickey only looks more confused.
„Look, we were both fucking high off our tits when we made these,” Ian explains, “and I didn’t want Mandy to figure it out, so I threw in some bullshit, but this is about you. Obviously.”
„How are any of these obvious? I’m not fucking… tall.“
„Yeah, you are. In your own way, anyway.“
Mickey blinks back at him, his face still a mask of total comical incomprehension.
„In what way?“
„I don’t know,” Ian huffs in frustration. “It’s a metaphor. It makes sense in my head.“
“Really fuckin’ hope it does,” Mickey grumbles before he takes another look at the paper, snorting. “This shit’s hilarious. You were so damn pathetic at fifteen, man.”
“Oh yeah? Like you at that age was so fucking suave.”
“Yeah, well, at least I wasn’t making lists about the guy of my dreams—or doodling Mr. Mickey Milkovich all over my notebooks.”
“Asshole. I definitely wasn’t doing one of those things.”
Ian stacks the books back inside the box, the question aching to be said out loud.
“But if you ever did,” he starts out slow, “what would, like, be on your ideal guy list?”
Mickey cackles. “Definitely not: must be some scrawny ginger kid with a massive crush on me.”
“Right.”
Deflating a little, Ian focuses back on the task. It takes another minute of complete silence between them before Mickey kicks his shoe.
Ian looks up just in time to see him roll his eyes.
“Probably things like: Annoys the shit out of me every fuckin’ day. Unbearable soft bitch with a crippling mental disorder and self-confidence issues. Daddy issues. Mommy issues. A family of weirdos as a package deal. Sings out of tune and on the most inappropriate occasions. Great in the sack. Must stand me at the altar at least once. Best fuckin’ friend I ever had.”
Ian stares, feeling his cheeks heat up.
“Thanks.” He smiles at his husband, giving him a tentative hip-check. “I mean, that was deeply offensive, but also kinda sweet. So yeah, thanks.”
Mickey smiles back. “Anytime.”
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sloppy-soul · 2 years
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THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACHOTHER
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sloppy-soul · 2 years
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( source )
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sloppy-soul · 2 years
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shameless + memes 19/?
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