#Franny Fruitful

[art-beyond-the-stars]

WELCOME TO THE CREW, KID! SAY, WHO WOULDA GUESSED THAT PILOTING A CAT MEATSUIT COULD BE SO MUCH FUN?

(Inspired by @endomentendo and @sm-baby!)

Help me escape an unsafe household!

[sm-baby]

LET THE WOMAN LIKE LEMONS!!1! /silly

Is franny doing a monika in the last slide show?

What last slide? oh, silly, you must be imagining things! you're cuh-rayzee, anon hahahahahah ah a HA HAHAHAH

anyway have a doodle of Franny finding out what lemons are

[gallaghersgal]

just started s10 when tami is pregnant asf so now i’m thinking about lip with a lovey needy pregnant gf 🧸🩷 ((not edited + been awake 24hrs+))

“good morning baby,” you croon, watching lip come sleepily down the stairs. he runs a hand through soft, messy curls and waves to franny, who had started giggling the moment she saw him. you sat at the table with her while debbie was in the shower, filing out your crossword and letting franny ask you questions she had about her new baby cousin in your tummy.

“what uh-, fuck, what time is it? how long’ve you been up?” lip asks, rifling through the cabinet for a half-eaten, half-stale box of cereal. he’s tired, you can see the dark circles from across the room. you’d made the decision to let him sleep in, leaving him in the morning with a sweet kiss on his cheek before drawing the curtains and shutting the door.

you shrug, “about noon… been down here since seven. this baby sure is a gallagher, ‘cause he’s real hard headed and stubborn,” you say, playfully pointed at your baby bump.

“baby gallagher,” he mumbles, almost in awe as he pours two bowls of cereal.

you stand, one hand on your back to ease the constant weight of your pregnancy belly, and make your way over to lip. he smiles knowingly as you hold out the fruit basket to him, and takes a banana to cut up in your cheerios. just the way you like it.

he’s thoughtful in that way, knowing what you wanted, what you needed, understanding you in a way no one has before. while lost in thought you feel his arms wrap around your middle, hands resting gently on your baby bump. then, you feel your son kick right under lip’s hand. sure, there’s discomfort attached, but it’s all worth it when you look back at the sweet smile on your boyfriend’s face.

“hey buddy, how ya doin’ in there? hm?” he murmurs down toward your tummy.

“he’s been rowdy this morning,” you confess. you’d barely slept because of your son’s constant kicking. “i think he’s ready to be outta there, aren’t you little man?”

lip laughs softly at that, moving to finish slicing up the banana for your cereal. “you should’ve woke me up. i could’a helped try and get ya comfortable or somethin’,” he tells you, turning his head towards you with concerned eyes.

you just shake your head with a dismissive smile. “you needed the rest, lip. i let you sleep in.”

“hey, look at me will ya?” he says, reaching a hand out to guide your cheek. you meet his eyes, seeing him softly search your face. “you gotta rest too, mama.”

you shrug him off, but fall in at his side as grabs the milk from the fridge. “baby keeps me up, then i think about all the shit i gotta do and-“

“nuh uh, none of that, we’re in this together yeah?” he says bluntly, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“of course,” you respond with a kiss to his cheek. his skin is still warm from sleep, and you breathe in the scent of tobacco and cologne.

lip nods, satisfied. “there we go, end of discussion. you wake me up next time, you hear me?” he says playfully. he turns around to grab the shaker of cinnamon but you reach out and catch his sleeve, pulling him in so your faces are nearly touching.

“thank you,” you murmur to him, hand coming up to stroke his cheek. “and i love you. so, so much.”

you can feel lip heat up at your words, but he kisses you softly instead. the two of you are so close together, the world falling silent as you lived in this brief, shared moment.

“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs, laughing softly, but after a moment his shifts into a genuine expression as he adds, “love you too mama.”

end.

[atthedugouts]

Birthday Breakfast

Mickey stayed in bed. He could hear all the fucking commotion going on downstairs and he didn’t want to be a part of it. There’s banging of pots, shouts, cupboards opening and closing, and every now and then a loud shush from Ian telling Franny that the birthday boy is still sleeping.

Mickey is the birthday boy.

Birthdays were not celebrated in the Milkovich house growing up. Maybe in the rare times when it was just his mom and his dad was in jail and it happened to line up with someone’s big day. But Mickey can’t recall for sure. 

The Gallaghers are all so fucking close. It makes Mickey uncomfortable. His ideal day would be to play video games naked with Ian. But he can’t do that in this clown car of a house.

But it’s his first birthday being married to Ian and he knows who his husband is. He knows that Ian will go all out because the fucking sap just can’t help himself. So he stays in bed and waits for the inevitable.

 The noise downstairs quiets down and he hears footsteps climb the stairs. Then the door cracks open and he hears an excited little whisper.

“He’s awake Uncle Ian!”

The door opens, revealing Franny and Ian carrying a tray of breakfast.

“Uncle Mickey! Happy birthday!” The little girl shouts. Mickey can’t help but smile. It’s strange that Franny actually likes him.

Mickey sits up and Ian comes over and places the tray of food on the bed.

“Happy birthday,” Ian greets, kissing the top of his head.

“Mommy and me and Uncle Ian made you breakfast!”

“Is that so?” Mickey says, playing along like he didn’t hear every goddamn thing for the past hour.

“Yeah, we made pancakes and bacon and eggs and orange juice and fruit,” Franny explains.

“Is the pancake looking at me?” MIckey asks.

“The eggs are eyes!” Franny points.

Mickey laughs and looks at his husband who has a stupid smile on his face.

“Cool,” Mickey responds and picks up the fork. He can get used to this birthday thing.

[deadpanwalking]

dpw I am finally dedicating some time to reading poetry and have been knocked on my ass by a few lucky finds (Franny Choi, CD Wright, the new translation of Vulturnus!), but I feel like I don't have a great sense of where to find more. not that the world is short of—I mean, I haven't forgotten about google or anything—what I mean is, do you have any especially mindblowing collections you'd personally suggest? something that was influential to you at some point? I'm in a fertile headspace for it, and you're the poetryposter I follow on here and I trust your taste

It's August, so you're spoiled for choice. Elizabeth Bishop (Questions of Travel) for mornings when it rained overnight, Pablo Neruda (Residencia en la tierra) for mornings when it's going to rain; Robert Hayden (The Night-Blooming Cereus) for mornings when it's drizzling and you hear birdsong, but can't see birds. Maya Angelou on the bus to work (Complete Collected Poems), and Walt Whitman (Leaves of Grass) on the bus home; T.S. Eliot (Prufrock and Other Observations) if you're taking lunch at your desk, Billy Collins (Picnic, Lightning) for eating lunch outdoors. Charles Simic (A Wedding in Hell) before dinner, Charles Baudelaire (Les Fleurs du mal ), postprandially, if the peach you'd been saving for dessert got overripe and has to be reclaimed from fruit flies and eaten over the sink. James Baldwin (Jimmy's Blues and Other Poems) to go with chardonnay and the smell of petrichor, Franz Wright (Walking to Martha's Vineyard) on nights when the moon seems too big for its own good. If you can't get to sleep, try a nice epic, say, Derek Walcott's Omeros, but if you wake up suffocating from the heat, crack open Matsuo Bashō's The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches.

[mouseymilkovich]

In honor of our most recent shenanigans - I would like to request a Dad!LipxReader where Lip takes his baby girl (toddler age 1-3 years old🤗) to a *water*park (since it is summer after all!) & also takes Frannie and Deb’s / Sandy along & lip realizes when reader is tending to Frannie/Their little babe that he really does wanna get married after tossing it around in his mind after a while 🥰😍

CAPRI MY BELOVED!!!! yes. i love this.

no content tags !! just loads of fluff. and introducing reader's daughter with Lip officially: Morgan Claudia Gallagher (Claudia after Clyde Youens our beloved<3)

A small pile of Gallaghers (and two honourary Gallaghers) in a van— Debbie, Franny, Sandy, Liam, Lip, you, plus your daughters, Xan and Morgan, all on your way to the waterpark, in an attempt to beat Chicago's summer heat.

You and Lip had very briefly discussed getting married a few times— for a few reasons, one of the biggest being that technically, you weren't a legal guardian of Liam or Xan, only Lip was, it'd be easier for you to become that if you were married... and the even bigger and most obvious reason, you two were in love. But, marriage also scared the hell out of both of you.

As the family settled on a place to sit and keep their things, you slathered sunscreen on all the kids— Morgan, then Franny, then Liam, then Xan.

"Why do I even need sunscreen?" Liam asked.

You sighed. "Buddy, we've been over this a million times— it protects you from more than sunburns."

Lip couldn't help chuckling to himself as he watched you with all the little ones; though, Xan and Liam weren't so little anymore. It got him thinking about the whole marriage thing again...

You, looking beautiful in a wedding dress. Ian being his best man. Maybe Debbie would be your maid of honour, she always adored you and you loved her, no matter how ridiculous or stupid she could be. Xan, Franny, and Morgan all as little flower girls, Liam being a ring bearer. Maybe Mickey giving you away, seeing as your own father wasn't in the picture...

"Dada?" Morgan's little voice broke Lip from his thoughts.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He asked her with a smile.

"Mama says 's youw tuwn fow sunscween!" She told him, motioning over to where you were looking at him expectantly.

Lip laughed softly and nodded. He gave Morgan a quick kiss on the head, then went over to you. "Right. That."

"We really don't need a repeat of last summer, do we?" You teased as you started rubbing sunscreen on Lip's back.

Ah yes, last summer, when he refused sunscreen, but you were too busy with Morgan fussing you pay attention. And spent majority of the following two weeks complaining about the gnarly sunburn he acquired— Xan and Liam would not stop making fun of him, calling him the names of various red fruits and vegetables.

"No, we don't." Lip muttered with a reluctant groan as you made sure every inch of his exposed skin with sunscreen.

You laughed a little, rolling your eyes as he turned to face you so you could get his front.

He smirked a little at you, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Keep touchin' me like that and we're gonna end up giving Morgan a baby sibling."

"Oh my god, get your mind out of the gutter." You giggled, playfully poking him in the ribs. Oh, if only he knew...

"It never leaves the gutter, babe."

┈

Once you were sure everybody was sunscreened up, including Debbie and Sandy, Lip took it upon himself to take Liam on the biggest waterslide the park had to offer. Xan would've joined them, but she was a little intimidated by it— maybe later.

Instead, Xan took Morgan and Franny over to the little kiddie pool in front of where you guys had parked your things. Debbie and Sandy had gone to get everybody drinks.

While you sat alone, watching your daughters and niece, your mind wandered to the same place Lip's had earlier— marriage. Somehow, in your mind, being married to Lip would simultaneously change everything and nothing. You'd officially be a Gallagher, you'd become Liam and Xan's legal guardian, you'd be fucking married.

"That was awesome!" Liam shouted as he and Lip returned to you, the same time Debbie and Sandy returned with drinks.

You laughed softly. "I'm glad, buddy! I know you've wanted to go on that slide forever."

You recalled coming to the same waterpark with Lip and his siblings when the littlest ones were younger, even baby Liam looked at that giant slide in awe. Back then, you and Lip hadn't been more than friends, and you never would've imagined having a baby with him either. The thought made you smile.

"Hey, um, Debs, Sandy, you wanna take the kids on a ride?" You asked, hinting you wanted a second with Lip.

The pair looked at you, and shrugged, then Sandy went to round up the girls.

"Yay! Auntie Sandy!" Morgan giggled happily as Sandy scopped up your daughter and Franny.

As the pair headed off with the kids, you looked at Lip with a little smile.

"So... we were talking about... yknow..." You muttered, trying to hint.

Lip took a second, then he realized, his eyes widening a bit. "Y-Yeah? What about it?"

"Do you still wanna—"

"Fuck, baby, seriously?! Of course, but— shit! You gotta let me do it properly!" Lip said quickly

You laughed loudly, taking his face in your hands. "You know I don't care about you doing it 'properly' or whatever, babe." You muttered softly.

"Yeah, but... I wanna." He muttered softly, sighing a little.

You smiled softly, then kissed Lip gently. "Okay. But make it soon, cus... I've been feeling a little sick lately."

Lip's eyes widened again. He remembered the last time you said those words to him. "You're...?"

"I think so."

[iandarling]

Kinda wish we got more prison scenes with these two

(Obviously I wouldn’t want the show to romanticise or glorify prison, but i would love a few scenes of their time together in prison)

Ian working in the infirmary and Mickey doing laundry

Maybe a short scene of them eating their dinner together and Ian saving an extra pudding cup for Mickey

Mickey hustling money and bribing guards for security or privacy, like a place to shag or get lube

In the “interviews” Ian says he misses fruit and a real mattress; I can imagine Mickey bribing someone in the kitchens to smuggle an apple or maybe a piece of watermelon for Ian (all while calling him a “fucking fruit”)

I know Ian would be sentimental and call their cell “home” and say stuff like “see you after work”. I wanna see (more) of them decorate their cell with Mickeys drawings and Ian’s books

“Mickey gets crazy jealous, I have to keep him from stabbing everyone who looks at me” I wanted to see that. I wanted to see Mickey use his Milkovich-Persona to establish himself and keep Ian safe. For once, his last name actually served him some good and helped him

I wanna see Ian run around the courtyard every day to keep in shape. I wanna see them work out together and spot each other while lifting weights

Speaking of weights; Ian is literally a Giant and i kinda wanna see him use his size and strength to protect Mickey

I wish we got a scene after Ian was released where we follow Mickey into his now empty cell that is filled with the ghost of Ian’s presence

Ian alone at home waiting for Mickey to call

I wanted more scenes of Mickey alone in prison, or him trying to call Ian/the Gallagher phone while shaking and holding back his tears because he’s still scared Ian will leave again

This fear goes away quickly though as he receives letters on a daily basis from Ian: they’re sweet and romantic (sometimes sexual,) but they usually detail his life back home; His PO got him a job, he’s trying to workout every day, I miss you, Liam is doing well in school and Franny can count to 25, I need you more than I need oxygen to breathe, Lip tried a new pasta recepie and it sucked, I cannot wait to see you again

Mickey gets out way earlier than expected (honestly shameless is iconic for this scene) and after getting in his POs car, he ends up at the Gallagher house back in Ian’s arms where he belongs

[trickostars]

What r your thoughts on each Futuristic Four member 👀👀👀 (i am holding back a flood of excitement i like ur art btw)

WAHHH thank you I am also very excited. I have soo many thoughts. More under the cut

Violet

- I am totally unbiased abt her she totally isn’t my favourite incredibles character. I totally didn’t basically kin her when I was little

- also her speech about like “the government only gives rich people a slap on the wrist and lets them go” like girl the second supers get legalised you work for the government!! your mom works for a billionaire!! Do you know that?

- down to some headcanons. I think she’s very much the voice of reason in the four, between both of the boys being kinda impulsive and penny just eager to do things, someone has to make sure they don’t blow themselves up. She’s the only eldest child amongst the four and it heavily shows, half the time she looks like this:

- that said she isn’t above the mischief they all get up to, she likes being able to relax and not think with reason for a wee bit as long as it doesn’t cause mass destruction. She’s the logical friend but she isn’t like the mom friend or anything like that.

- she’s also the tank which is funny considering she looks like a twig but those shields + two traumatic experiences sure do a lot in terms of fighting skills.

- I also think she involves her life the least in the sphere of the four. she has a decent social life at home and she almost sees the four as an extension of her hero life rather than her personal life, they don’t know anything about tony and have never interacted with dash and Jack jack, maybe one time one of them interacted with her parents but it wasn’t what she wanted. this might cause problems down the line.

- she’s a very musical girlie, I definitely stole this from someone else but her friends like dropping off vintage vinyl in their homes to her since she doesn’t like buying them herself and she’s very much a teenager with music blaring from her room but it’s like. The Beatles or something instead of my chemical romance. until it IS my chemical romance because penny drops off one of her old cd players and you know violet would THRIVE with early y2k pop rock and it only gets better when Wilbur donates his mom and dad’s old cd collections. this ends up with her having insane taste, half franny’s broadway tracks, electro swing and emo phase and half lewis’ lonely island and weezer tracks

- she also very much is an “acts of service” kinda affectionate for her friends. She’s the tallest so she grabs things from high shelves, opens jars, luges things around the lab for Hiro, organises Penny’s stuff for her sometimes, definitely helps organise Wilbur’s space cause it’s a mess etc.

- oh and. idk if you wanted lgbt headcanons but. bi violet. she learns what it from one of the others (probably Hiro considering his friends are a fruit salad) and is like “OHHHH that makes sense.”

Wilbur

- there’s something wrong with him. I fully believe that it is not the future that is Like That but in fact just the Robinsons that are Like That and that becomes more believable when you realise most of the weirder robinsons’ family members were kids, teens and young adults right between y2k and now. They are pretty much eccentric rich people, but like morally good.

- he’s not much of an engineer or inventor like his dad but is actually way more artsy like his mom, but instead of music he likes model making and Lego like stuff. he’s thinking of studying architecture when he’s older though he’s pretty unsure of his path forward in life in general. He’s only a kid.

- in general actually he’s pretty unsure of himself, often dotting back from interest to interest, whim to whim until it doesn’t interest him. 99% sure he has adhd tbh but surprisingly he doesn’t struggle with things like school, but more with his sense of identity, he cannot define himself properly quite often and is constantly driven to find a purpose in life, since both of his parents knew who they were rather early in life and as he gets older this is just a more stressful prospect to him. He is very loud and boisterous to make up for this

- so as can be expected, the adventure that landed him to meet the others was just a whim that stuck. And maybe he feels guilty for that but he’s happy it happened.

- he’s very much the kinda teenager boy who sees himself as invulnerable and he often is the one who creates humiliatingly dangerous scenarios the other three have to save him from. Sadly, none of these saves have halted his own belief in his invulnerability, but instead made him wanna reach greater heights of almost dying. at least he’s pushing his friends’ limits, both power wise and nerve wise.

- I headcanon he didn’t really do school, more like a private tutor, as the youngest in his entire family and only child he very much is the kinda kid who’s best friend is one of his uncles or his cousins. No, he doesn’t let any of the others come around to his, his parents would kill him, does he steal the Time Machine to visit at least one of them at least ONCE a day, of COURSE what ELSE will he do all day??

- to no ones surprise, he’s very much the distraction of the group, a master of distracting people as much as himself so Hiro and violet can GET em. It’s how he makes up for being the one who starts most of the fights.

- definitely organises group dnd sessions that he dms and when he gets bored he sculpts their characters for funsies. he has 10k+ word docs worth of lore.

- speaking of which, loves giving gifts, usually little models and projects he makes.

Hiro

- he is the most social member of the group but it was not his decision, he inherited his brother’s friend group of full grown adults and I’m not entirely sure if he would be socially conscious enough to keep up with the four if not for everyone wanting him to finally have friends his own age. It’s not that he doesn’t like any of his friends, in fact he loves a lot of people pretty easily, it’s just that he gets dragged down in his personal projects so much that he maybe struggles to put in effort a wee bit sometimes.

- he is also the main host for hangouts, in his workshop or the cafe because the other four can poke around too much in his bedroom and he doesn’t really like anyone going near tadashi’s part of the room or messing around with his “order” of things, aka the mess he understands.

- it was priority one after they all become besties that he design supersuits for them, he especially liked the challenge of actually working and amplifying violet’s power while creating abilities for penny and wilbur. for penny he of course included bolt as well, copying a lot of the tech shown in the movie to make them a tag team duo with matching coloured armour while wilbur he just gave green lantern construct thingies. He gave them these as a gift and sadly none of them get a lot of use out of them but they appreciate it none the less and he enjoyed the project A LOT.

- he is also very much a gift giver, he’s not good with words so effort is the best he can show.

- he’s a little bit hypocritical in that if he gets hurt he’s very stubborn with baymax’s attempts to heal him but if ANY of his friends get even a scratch on them he’s pushing Baymax on them like “no no, get that cleaned up. get a bandaid. come on. Don’t fight him about it.” With his arms crossed

- he felt so awkward when he introduced the six to the four. they got along great, besides some lingering awkwardness and Fred’s joking attempt at a rivalry but he couldn’t help but feel like SOMETHING was gonna go wrong at every turn. He was surprised in fact to see them get along so well.

- Hiro often acts as the secondary fighter for them all, most of the time when he’s with them he doesn’t have access to Baymax so he just tries his best with armour and it’s small amount of gear.

- he’s the one who gets talked into doing dumb things for the sake of doing them. He doesn’t have the teenage boy invulnerability of Wilbur, more like the scientific mind that wants to do the most dangerous version of every test on mythbusters. He always has Baymax on stand by, his fatal flaw is just thinking that will always be enough.

- oh and just as a wee add on, I like to imagine him as autistic and aroace. And maybe trans, mostly because the idea of Baymax doing t-shots is fun to me.

Penny

- probably my biggest character change, cause penny is a wee bit nothing in the original movie. Not her choice really but there are things to expand on which I do. I know one of the more common things to do is make penny an actual secret agent like she in her show but I think it’s funnier for her to just be like. a retired child actor who hangs out with a bunch of superheroes and geniuses by accident. She is just a guy.

- But she is a very traumatised guy, between the fire incident and just y’know- being a child star for a semi Disney coded network, she’s got some stuff going on. Mainly breathing problems and some panic attacks. Thankfully, Bolt is a very job-oriented dog so with acting out of the picture, they had him trained up as a therapy animal which of course he does amazingly and diligently. Her mom moving them onto a farm was also very much a part of this, the clean air and work she thought would be good for her.

- She’s just now adjusting to being a more regular child, having acted for a long time, and is on the path back into integrating into school but she has yet to make any friends, especially not her own age. She’s often stuck at home so she’s very welcoming to her friends’ visits to her as it eats up her time.

- Penny’s place is the most common hangout spot for all of them as it’s just her, her mom and the animals and a lot of room to do whatever they want. Penny is always find with them being around and actively makes attempts to keep em around as long as possible so she doesn’t go stir crazy, week long sleepovers in summer and stuff like that.

- She also likes how if she travels to any of their own time period, she doesn’t have to deal with the fear of paparazzi and gossip tabloids and that’s probably why she’d rather travel to San Fransokyo for anything like buying a toothbrush or a snack rather than drive down the road.

- Treats Baymax like a pet quite often, petting him and calling him a good boy just out of habit, the others find it funny but she always gets embarrassed.

- she’s the healer of the group, when Baymax isn’t around, and Bolt acts as an attack dog part time. she gets panicked a lot by seeing her friends hurt so running in with a medkit to clean them up is always her top priority. She hides it well but it stresses her out when hiro and violet aren’t around cause she’s worried they’ll get grievously injured in battle.

- she’s also big on words of affirmation, team hypeman to the extreme. She cares about her friends a whole lot and she will tell them exactly why with no excuse or insecurity allowed. This doesn’t go over well most of the time considering violet and hiro can’t handle compliments and wilbur will soak it in with way too wide a grin.

[lupeloto]

gallagher family dinners

it's sunday! which means all the gallaghers and honorary gallaghers (Kev and V) are at Lip and Tami's for weekly sunday night dinners!

it's Ian and Mickey's turn to deal with dinner so they pick up pizza for everyone on the way over. they place bets on whether or not Carl is going to bring some random girl this time who he claims is "the one" as they make their way over.

when they get there, Kev, Liam, Carl and Franny are running around the house with nerf guns. Fiona is holding Fred while her and Tami swap baby horror stories about Fred and Liam. Debbie and Sandy are laid all over each other on the couch, mickey walking past and spitting a quick "Jesus will you two get a fucking room" as they both flip him off.

"PIZZA!" Lip yells throughout the house as he and V are cutting up fruit and vegetables to put on the kid's plates. they are little plates shaped like different animals, lip jokingly hands one to Carl as he walks past, earning him a firm "fuck off" from Carl as he brushes past him. they all sit down, talking and yelling over one another, bursting out into laughter every five seconds. Franny climbs up into Mickey's lap with her pizza as Ian watches on, absolutely smitten by the sight. he moves his hands to squeeze Mickey's thigh as the two make googly eyes at each other.

"Now who needs to get a room?" Sandy jokes, lightly chucking a piece of crust towards the two. Mickey and Carl fight over the last piece of sausage pizza, eventually resorting to a game of rock-paper-scissors to see who gets it. Mickey wins and sensually bites into the piece to rub it in Carl's face.

At the end of the night, they all file out of Lip's house, Ian's arm hanging loosely around Mickey as they make their way home, slightly tipsy off a few too many beers, singing some song that they're almost definitely getting the words wrong to before making it to their apartment, immediately falling asleep in each other's arms.

[food-for-hungry-mtr-fans]

ROBINSONS FABORITE DESSERTS?!?’c

Oh, what a fun question! ^^

Gaston - Frozen Cream Puffs. I will NOT back down on this.

Laszlo - Oreo Ice Cream. With fruit rolls ups in it. (He likes the tattoo Fruit by the Foots too).

Art - He’s big on Pumpkin Pie. He makes a pretty good one, too.

Franny - She likes blueberry donuts, unglazed. She thinks they’re heaven above.

Cornelius - Thumbprint Cookies. They’re easy, one bite so they’re clean, pretty, and they’re peanut butter!! :D

Wilbur - Neapolitan Ice Cream, five scoops and a pound of sprinkles. He’s a smart 13 year old but he’s still a 13 year old. Neapolitan is three whole ice creams in one.

Fritz - Plain pound cake. He occasionally puts glazed strawberries on it, but he enjoys the basic yet sweet flavor of the plain cake.

Petunia can’t eat, and all she deserves anyway are nails.

Tallulah - Doesn’t really like desserts, but would chose Pecan Ice Cream if she had to pick. Carl enjoys the visual appeal of a Tirimasu. Grandpa Bud - Molten Lava cake. [I ALWAYS FORGET HIM FOR HEADCANONS IM SORRY]. He puts more chocolate on top and has to eat with a spoon and sometimes a strawz

Lucille - Speaking of straw, her favorite dessert is a split between a Mango Smoothie and a Tirimasu. She eats it away from Carl so he doesn’t get sad. :)

[art-beyond-the-stars]

We did it, folks!!!

Thank you SO MUCH for 300 followers!!! I appreciate you all so much!!! It's such an honor to have so many eyes on my work! <3

Help me escape an unsafe household!

[sm-baby]

Wah!! What a lovely pair of ladies! Hehe

Meet Franny Dearest! I use her as well. the same way Clancy is supposed to be for an origins server, Franny however, i use for Char. Ai!

Clancy and Franny are around the same concept so I made them meet hehe 🩷💛

I made a steve AI, and to test him out i got him a lady friend :3c Franny and her village ends up seeing him as a literal god... They call him " my lord", bow to him, gift him "offerings" (fruit baskets), and straight up gave him a robe for a present..

They are not in the same world,,, though it would be very cool for Franny to see Roland hehe

[haveyoureadthisqueerbook]

books (assuming it’s okay to submit more than one):

Ángeles Vicente, Zezé (1909)

Rosa Guy, Ruby (1976)

Deborah Hautzig, Hey, Dollface (1978)

Samuel R. Delany, Tales of Nevèrÿon (1979)

Elizabeth A. Lynn, Watchtower (1979)

Nancy Garden, Annie on My Mind (1982)

Alice Walker, The Color Purple (1982)

John Preston, Franny, the Queen of Provincetown (1983)

Samuel R. Delany, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand (1984)

Timothy Findley, Not Wanted on the Voyage (1984)

Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit (1985)

Chrystos, Not Vanishing (1988)

Ian Iqbal Rashid, Black Markets, White Boyfriends, and Other Elisions (1991)

Crìsdean Whyte (Christopher Whyte), Uirsgeul / Myth (1991)

Carlos Sanrune, El gladiador de Chueca (1992)

Tom Lennon, When Love Comes to Town (1993)

Fernanda Farias de Albuquerque and Maurizio Jannelli, Princesa (1994)

Qiu Miaojin, Notes of a Crocodile (1994)

Shyam Selvadurai, Funny Boy (1994)

Gregory Maguire, Wicked (1995)

Christos Tsiolkas, Loaded (1995)

Nina Revoyr, The Necessary Hunger (1997)

Lola Van Guardia (Isabel Franc), Con pedigree (1997)

Tom Lennon, Crazy Love (1999)

Micheál Ó Conghaile, Sna Fir (1999)

Laurie J. Marks, Fire Logic (2002)

Nalo Hopkinson, The Salt Roads (2003)

Esdras Parra, Aún no (2004)

Barry McCrea, The First Verse (2005)

Manuel Tzoc, Gay(o) (2010)

Tama Wise, Street Dreams (2012)

Dane Figueroa Edidi, Yemaya’s Daughters (2013)

Jamie Berrout, Otros Valles (2014)

Niviaq Korneliussen, Homo sapienne (2014)

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, This Accident of Being Lost (2016)

Nathan Niigan Noodin Adler, Wrist (2016)

Trifonia Meliba Obono, La bastarda (2016)

Sofia Samatar, The Winged Histories (2016)

Kai Cheng Thom, Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars (2016)

jia qing wilson-yang, Small Beauty (2016)

Billy-Ray Belcourt, This Wound Is a World (2017)

Elliot Cooper, Rogue Wolf (2017)

Kevin Lambert, Querelle de Roberval (2018)

Joshua Whitehead, Jonny Appleseed (2018)

Masande Ntshanga, Triangulum (2019)

Leanne Betasamosake Simpson, Noopiming: The Cure for White Ladies (2020)

Tlotlo Tsamaase, The Silence of the Wilting Skin (2020)

Bendi Barrett, Empire of the Feast (2022)

Simon Jimenez, The Spear Cuts Through Water (2022)

Kōtuku Titihuia Nuttall, Tauhou (2022)

if you’d rather keep it to one book at a time: Samuel R. Delany, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand (1984).

Thank you so much for this fantastic list! They're all queued.

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

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Enjoy this that has been in my head since last week.

Mickey was reluctantly walking around Whole Foods with Ian. He was getting more used to their apartment on the West Side as well as the weird adventures his husband liked to go on.

This was one of them.

Staring at organic fucking fruit at Whole Foods.

He had found a few things he liked on the West Side, like the pool at the apartment wasn't terrible, they had a rage room that he went to with Tami once after Lip pissed her off. Minus the fact that he didn't used to have to pay to destroy a car, it was pretty fun, and less dangerous for getting glass shards in his eyes.

And he wasn't complaining about the MMA gym that Ian had taken him to once. He liked the MMA fight style, liked watching Ian box, and it made him want to dig out his nunchucks next time he went there.

But staring at the organic fucking fruit at Whole Foods.

"C'mon Ian, Debbie is dropping Franny off at our apartment in like twenty minutes, and we still have a sexcapade mess to clean up." Mickey groused leaning on the cart handle and pushing it back and forth while Ian looked at a rainbow of red apples.

"You're the one who wanted to use the swing today." Ian murmured undeterred as he picked up a pinkish apple.

"Fuck off. And just pick an apple! They're all just apples." He mutter back.

Ian gave him a little wave of his hand as he brought the pinkish apple up to his nose and sniffed it. Then grabbed a more orangey apple and sniffed that one.

Mickey groaned.

He heard a familiar tune start on the radio and he grinned.

Ian didn't seem to notice the song, too busy occupied with apples.

Mickey rolled his eyes and listened, remembering when Ian surprised him at the bar when they were planning the wedding with the guitarist.

He got an idea and he looked at Ian, making sure he was still occupied with apple sniffing as he quick stepped to the next aisle.

Ian sniffed the gala apple again and then the primrose, there was a distinct difference in smell, the primrose was more sharp and the gala was more sweet. He was trying to decide which apples to get to make a pie with Mickey later. But Mickey didn't want to seem to help him choose.

He heard Bon Jovi over the radio and he smiled, having good memories resurface of their wedding, and the planning of their wedding.

"They said we gotta hold on to what we got." He sang softly under his breath, wondering if Mickey heard the song too.

"It doesn't make a difference if we like it or not." He head his husband behind him sing along.

Ian smiled, placing the primrose apple back and grabbing a couple more gala apples as he sang, "We've got each other, and that's enough for love."

"Ohhh, we're halfway there." Mickey's voice chimed with his as he turned to place the apples in the cart.

"Ooooh! Lemon and and Pear!" Mickey sang as he tossed fruit to his husband, who dropped the armload of apples into the cart to catch the offending fruits flying his way.

"The fuck Mickey?!" He snapped.

Mickey's teasing smile made Ian raise an eyebrow before looking at what he was holding.

In one hand he was holding a bright yellow lemon, and the other a green pear.

"Don't get mad at me for finally getting interested in the fruit here." Mickey warned as Ian came closer to him, still holding each fruit.

"Shut up, and take my hand." Ian demanded, dropping the fruits into the cart and cupping the side of Mickey's face in his hand.

"And we'll make it I swear." Mickey finished the line as their lips crashed together.

Mickey could see himself liking their trips to Whole Foods now.

[lyricailove]

Full Mag part 2 is coming I swear. But here's a small thing to show that I think is cute. Introducing: Uncle Mickey comforting Maggie.

It's a quiet Friday afternoon and Mickey waiting for his husband to come back from the grocery store. They had a little extra money this month so Ian wanted the expensive organic groceries. Mickey wanted no part of those rich pretentious West Side pricks. So he decided to kick it at home with the kid while Ian had fun in the organic fruit aisle.

Maggie, or as Mickey likes to call her, Mags, is on the carpet in front of the couch with the toys that Debbie had gleefully brought over along with some old clothes from when Franny was her age. She's currently going to town on a baby drum which Mickey thinks is hilarious.

"Look at you, little Rockstar. You're gonna grow up and be a chick drummer?" He leans down, lying horizontal on the couch and watching Maggie do her thing. That is until she misses the drum and hits her little knee.

She flinches, gasping at the sting and grumbling out a small whimper before devolving into full-blown hysterics. Her little fists come up to cover her eyes and Mickey immediately panics.

"Woah there, kid! It's all right." He scoops her up, placing her on his chest and gently tugging her fists from her eyes, trying to get her to look at him. "Hey hey, it's okay. You're fine." He ruffles her head full of chocolate curls and gently tugs one, letting it spring back into place.

He's seen Ian do something that calms little kids and thinks maybe if he tries it'll work. He stands, settling Maggie on his hip and putting her head on his shoulder, bouncing her while she hiccups and sniffles. He rubs her back and starts humming. Nothing distinct, just some humming that he hopes makes her feel safe.

It's at that moment that Ian unlocks the door to the apartment and walks in, carrying multiple bags. He thinks about teasing Mickey over not helping him but the second he lays eyes on Mickey cradling Maggie in his arms, all thoughts of nagging his husband fly right out of his head. All he can do is softly coo and smile at the two of them.

He knows it's mostly out of the cards, but if parenthood is off the table at least he gets to watch Mickey be the best uncle he can be.

[mouseymilkovich]

Take My Breath Away | Lip Gallagher x Reader Fic | Chapter Four

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Chapter Summary: It's like something out of a movie - that beach volleyball scene in Top Gun, or something, your day at the beach with the Gallaghers. You couldn't help wondering how different your getaway might've been if Lip hadn't literally run into you... probably really fucking boring. | Lip x fem/afab reader, both are 21

Content Tags: nothing major, more mentions of Jimmy-Steve, smoking (cigs and weed), underage smoking (it's Ian you should expect this by now), reader mentions their ex, Lip gets a sunburn, Carl's a little shit, yeehaw

Chapter Four: Let's Go To The Beach

Word Count: 1.5k

The array of things you and Lip purchased were carried in various bags while you all wandered onto an empty stretch of beach. A volleyball net from the clearance section, obviously a volleyball, a shitty little disposable beach grill, some various sand toys and buckets for castle building, and of course, two coolers full of various food, snacks, and drinks.

You and Fiona set out the blanket while Ian and Lip set up the shitty little volleyball net. Fiona was pleasantly surprised by all of this, the beach day with you and her siblings was something she definitely needed.

Lip, Ian, Debbie, Carl, and Liam all decided to indulge in some beach volleyball, the two older brothers against their younger siblings. You and Fiona sat on the blanket, Franny in Fiona's lap. The two of you chatted, holding some small talk while you watched Debbie and the guys play volleyball.

Fiona must've caught your eyes gazing at Lip, cus she decided to start teasing you.

"See somethin' you like, huh?" She asked you with a little laugh. It made you blush, because, well, yeah... you did in fact see something you liked.

On top of the way Lip looked while he was shirtless and sweaty playing volleyball, you just couldn't deny how sweet it was seeing him with his younger siblings. He and Ian were basically best friends, and he was so encouraging whenever Liam had the ball... it just made you think about what a sweet guy Lip really was, under that whole cocky facade he had going.

"I haven't seen him this happy in a while, gotta be honest." Fiona commented as she took a swig of beer.

You raised your eyebrows a bit in surprise. "Really? What do you mean?"

"He kinda had a rough go recently... just some shit. College shit." She explained, sighing a little while feeting Franny some fruit.

You looked curiously, but decided not to pry, since Fiona seemed like she wasn't going to say anything else.

"You should come join in!" Lip called over to you, and you laughed.

"I fucking suck at volleyball!" You called back, shaking your head.

"So what? So does Carl!" Ian laughed, making Carl whine with offense.

After some back and forth, along with some teasing from Fiona, you relented and joined the others in the sand. Liam joined his oldest brothers on the other side, you joined Carl and Debbie's team.

Despite you sucking at it, it was actually a lot of fun. You dove to bump the ball and took a spill in the sand, but you laughed, looking up as Lip blocked out the sun and smiled down at you from the other side of the net.

"You were right..." He started, offering a hand to help you up. "You fuckin' suck at this."

You laughed again as you took the hand offered to you. "Hey, I warned you, didn't I?"

Basking in the sun - or, more importantly, watching Lip bask in the sun, was just incredible. It was like something out of a movie - honestly, you felt like you were watching that beach scene from Top Gun or something, seeing Lip all glistening with sweat and leftover sunscreen... it was becoming increasingly harder to focus on the game of volleyball rather than his muscular, sweaty body. You managed somehow, though.

The game went until Fiona called everybody to have some lunch. Lip and Ian sat on either side of the little disposable grill to try and figure the damn thing out. You just watched Lip, a little too fondly probably, but then he smiled at you while you were staring; the butterflies overwhelmed your stomach.

You and the Gallaghers indulged in your lunch, ending with ripping up a leftover hotdog bun and throwing it for some pestering seagulls.

Rather than returning to your volleyball game, you concocted a fun idea - a sandcastle building contest, going to be judged by Debbie and Franny. The remainder of you divided into pairs, you with Lip, Ian with Carl, and Fiona with Liam. You all disbursed the buckets and toys, and Debbie counted you guys down.

You drowned out the two other pairs, focusing on what you were doing with Lip. "Go get sand, I'm gonna dig a little moat."

Lip chuckled at your enthusiasm, and grabbed a bucket. "Sure thing."

You smiled a little as you watched him go closer to the shore for some wet sand, then got to work. You patted a little area of sand for the actual castle, then dug a moat - suddenly you heard Carl mutter something about that being a good idea.

"No cheating, Carl!" You heard Debbie yell at her younger brother, which made you giggle at the banter between them. It vaguely reminded you of the banter you'd heard between Lip and Ian too.

Lip came back with a bucket of packed sand, and with your direction, neatly placed it. You both built around it and decorated, until Debbie counted down the last 10 seconds and declared time.

"Goddammit!" You heard Carl yelp, seeing his and Ian's... whatever they made, that was apparently a castle.

Fiona and Liam were declared the winners for some creative ideas from the youngest sibling. Well, you had to hand it to him, he was a little genius.

The rest of the day was fun, a little more volleyball, some swimming, Debbie even got little Franny in the water for a few minutes.

As the evening grew a little later, Lip and Ian built a shitty little bonfire for everybody to enjoy. There was some marshmallows, some s'mores, some laughs. Then eventually, you were left with the oldest three Gallaghers, Debbie and Carl took Franny and Liam back to the family's suite.

"This was a pretty fuckin' nice day." Fiona muttered after she took a drag of her cigarette.

"It was their idea." Lip said, nodding towards you with a little smile.

You laughed a little bit. That was true... but you'd planned to tell Fiona it was actually Lip's idea.

Fiona smiled a little at you, nudging you gently. "Hey, thanks."

"My ex was a dick. This fuckin'... Jimmy-Steve, he sounds like he's worse than a dick. You deserved something nice." You muttered with a little smile. "And, yknow what, I had fun too. I think everybody did. I bet Liam's having a pretty gnarly sugar crash from his three s'mores right about now."

You all laughed at that. Yeah, it was probably true.

After a few more shared laughs plus a joint, you guys tidied up, and headed in for the night. Unsurprisingly, Lip came back to your hotel room with you, but you were more than okay with that.

"Jesus fuck- I thought I put enough sunscreen on you!" You yelped, noticing Lip's bright red back.

Lip looked behind him, getting a small glance of it. "Oh, shit."

He sounded way too casual about it for your liking. You whipped out some aloe, rubbing it in your hands.

"Bend over." You demanded.

"Kinky."

"Lip, let me rub this shit on your back, c'mon!"

He relented, bending enough for you to slather the gel on his sunburn. He let out a little hiss initially, but relaxed as it soothed him.

"Was that so hard?" You muttered with a little laugh.

"Guess not." He replied, smiling a little at you.

Then, he caught you by surprise, giving you a gentle kiss. But for the first time, that didn't turn into anything more, despite your thoughts swirling about his glistening, sweaty abs earlier in the day. You two just went to bed.

In the morning, you both lingered in bed for a moment, having woken up in each other's arms.

"Any plans for the Gallaghers today?" You muttered softly.

Lip opened his mouth to speak before you both heard a crack of thunder, the sound making you jump slightly.

"Guess it's an inside day." Lip muttered.

After you got dressed, and reapplied a layer of aloe on his back, you and Lip went to the Gallaghers suite, and everybody had seemingly also decided it was an indoor day. Fiona ran down to the restaurant to grab food for everybody, and the youngest of the Gallaghers settled on a movie.

The rained-in vibes were obviously much different than the day prior; but it was also just nice to spend another day with the Gallaghers.

You couldn't help but wonder what your vacation would've been like if Lip hadn't spilled beer all over your stomach. Would you have met him at all? Would you have met any of your new friends, the crazy Gallagher family? You definitely knew you probably wouldn't have gotten eaten out as well as Lip did it, that was one thing you knew for sure.

"Y'alright?" Lip asked, it snapped you from your thoughts.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, just... yknow, thinkin' about stuff." You nodded with a little laugh.

"Thinkin' about doin' Lip again?" Carl laughed loudly, making your face flush bright red.

"Gross, Carl!" Debbie scolded, swatting her brother’s shoulder.

The day in the hotel suite wasn't as eventful as the previous few, but it was a nice change of pace.

Well - it would've remained uneventful, until there was a knock at the door. All you heard was one thing out of Fiona's mouth when she answered it...

"You son of a bitch!"