#Andrew shameless Minyard

[sunflowerius]

happy pride month to whatever the fuck the literal human incarnation of a guard dog and that fucking ginger have going on and to THEM ONLY !!

[silbermilch]

[konaiiro]

wips 😴

[southsideofchicago]

you cant tell me this is not them.

[palmettoshitposts]

[haloofsaturn]

watching shameless bc mickey milkovich is the closest im gna get to seeing a live action andrew minyard 💔💔

[detectivebambam]

so we all know i have a bunch of aftg playlists yes?

i have one for every fox (except seth was replaced with Jean as he always is), i have Andrew's favorite songs, i have Neil's favorite songs.

i also have these:

🔺this is Neil's playlist of songs that remind him of Andrew (obviously i made it but that's not important)

this is Andrew's for Neil 🔺

and this is Bam Bam's for Andreil 🔺

[vvalgrace]

mickey and ian are sooo andreil I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT WELL

[ladyl1tberty]

Neil’s been running for as long as he could remember. Even as a kid, he took small delight in how the world slowed around him as he raced faster than time. The one thing he could never outrun was his name, his background, his father. After Mary dies in California, Coach Wymack finds Neil in Millport with the help of a telepath named Renee, and offers him a home: Coach Wymack’s School for the Gifted.

or

what if they were mutants

[mitskihost]

aftg show but it has shameless style precaps

- kevin, watching freshmen practice from the bleachers: “well? you sure as fuck weren’t at practice last week so where were you? you think you deserve a recap? go fuck yourself

- aaron, hunched over a textbook late at night, visibly disgruntled: “i play exy on the same team as kevin, i’m fucking pre-med and i still tuned in for last week’s episode. what the fuck is your excuse?”

- nicky, collecting empty beer cans from under a couch: “wait, you missed last week? thank god, me too. blacked the fuck out. i’ll let you have this just don’t tell andrew kay?”

- dan, putting her gear on in the lockeroom: “im incharge of the messiest exy team in the history of the ncaa and even i made time to watch the show last week. you think you get to be lazy? i won’t accept excuses next time? roll the fucking tape”

- allison, carefully painting each of her finger nails: “you want me to tell you what happened here last week? do i look like your fucking mother? you wanna get spoonfed all the time? get the fuck out of my sight and watch the damn recap”

- renee, sweaty, sparring with andrew casually: you missed last weel huh? i’m not an aggressive person yknow, i like to avoid fights. but if i hear you miss another week, my blade will not show you mercy. i’ll give you a pass this time, go on then (andrew in the background: you done playing nice walker? we gonna get started anytime soon?)

- seth, smoking outside the court, allison next to him looking annoyed: “you missed last week huh? look, i couldn’t care less. but i’d love a reason to punch your teeth in. you don’t wanna give me that reason again next week. now get lost.”

- matt, walking out of the lockeroom where everyone else is sitting in a shit mood: oh hi, yeah you don’t wanna be here. they got to know you missed the last week. kevin might tear you a new one if he sees you. maybe….watch the recap? i think that might help

- neil, during the hitchhiking scene in book1: look at me right now. fucking look at me. you missed last week and you cant even give me a ride. fuck you. make yourself useful and watch the recap.

- andrew, smoking on the roof, looking visibly unimpressed: i don’t care about most things that happen around here, and i still tuned in to watch the episode last week. now get lost. i don’t want witnesses to what i’m about to do to josten.

-wymack: nothing you could be doing last week was more important than the kind of shit ive been dealing with. get your shit together, asshole. better not see you asking me this stupid shit next week.

[kiwiaok]

one more bit from “my love mine all mine” bc I’m actually kinda proud of how I captured drugged andrew’s thought process:

Everything's so damn funny lately. Kevin's desperation to get him to care about exy, the scarecrow of the man that hides under the name Neil, Wymack looking at him like he might be worth something more than the knives hidden under his armbands. And the pills, especially those little bastards. They're so funny they squeeze involuntary giggles through his teeth all the time.

It's truly hilarious that after so many survived years, Andrew is still just a naïve little kid on the inside. That all his truths still crumble when faced with reality. Andrew thought that even if his choices and body were never his, at least his mind was his own. That he could always take shelter in the privacy of his own head, that this was the one thing he would always have control over. And he fought for it, too. It's why he actually cooperated with Bee - he decided that he wouldn't allow anything, not memories and not past experiences to take control over his thoughts. Now, the pills laugh at him from where he sees them out of the corner of his eye.

Andrew laughs right back at them, dizzy and nauseous. It's like he has been spinning for a long time, and he can't stop. His thoughts cycle constantly, wildly; blue pills, blue eyes, blue like cyan, that's like cyanide, one of the symptoms of the poisoning is shortness of breath and tinnitus, tinnitus, there is always ringing in his ears but he doesn't know if it's from screaming or laughing and he doesn't know if it's coming from his own mouth or from other's and he doesn't know when was the last time he could take a full breath and there are maggots crawling under his skin, and he wants to cut himself open and pluck them out one by one, but he's not allowed, and he's not allowed to stop either, to pause, to breathe, to think.

Frankly, it's exhausting. Constant racing thoughts, a constant stream of feelings fabricated entirely from those funny little pills. Every time he's fed one of those, on a schedule, like a fucking dog, he obediently swallows and then imagines little blue, cyan pills dancing around in his brain. Andrew doesn't think that's the drugs' desired effect, but he doesn't say anything. Enough words fall unbidden from his mouth these days.

He stays quiet and never alone and never in control, just him and the dancing pills, spinning, spinning like on a carousel, and oh he was on a carousel once with Cass, Cass like Cassandra, that database management system that supports computer clusters, Andrew knows because he read about it once and now his mind will never let him forget and Andrew thinks he needs a Cassandra for his brain to manage all clusters of his memories and then he remembers that he needed Cass too, not that long ago, Cass the person, not the database system and he wanted her to stay but where Cass was there was Drake and there were hands dancing on his skin, dancing just like those little pills and isn't that so funny? It seems funny. Everything's so damn funny lately.

[fierromilkovich]

Pleeeeeeeeease, could someone write a fic about Andreil and Gallavich in the same universe 🙏 I would pay to see Mickey and Andrew in a room being smart mouths, talking about their redheaded boyfriends, being the "I hate everyone but you" trope, being violent and bffs, idk I just wish that would happen 🥺

[blindingliqhts]

this. this is my andreil

aka i make edits on instagram and i always use pictures of them for my andrew and neil edits

example: my neil birthday edit

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[aalyre]

is this a safe place for me to say that gallavich is a andreil variant?

[starregulus]

gallavich is soooo andreil coded

[skinnylorax]

i’m currently watching shameless and can only think about how much mickey and ian remind me of andrew and neil