#I miss you Mike

[awfullybigwardrobe44]

Grief is funny.

Like, funny as in weird.

I went through a period of grief in 2020 when a pastor (worship pastor at my church) I was close to was fired abruptly.

Aside from him having invited me to the worship team in the first place (a very amazing answer to prayer) and the fact that I had been playing flute for him for 5 years, he had ALSO been counseling me for about a year leading up to that. We had taken a break during Covid, but I was scheduled to call him the day the email was sent out to the church. (This was before I knew I had OCD. I was just seeking spiritual/biblical help for all my questions and anxieties.)

I know why he was fired. I agree that it was right of my church to fire him.

But to this day, any reminder of him at my church is a punch to the stomach. He has a VERY distinct voice, and tonight I think I heard him on a track he must have produced for our church about 5-6 years ago. And almost started crying.

It’s been 4 years.

I agree with his getting fired.

I adore the worship leader they hired in his place. We all do.

It’s not like he died. He is a pastor still but moved to a different state. (Fun fact! You can go through grief even when death isn’t involved.)

But after all this time and even in these circumstances, I still am brought to tears when I am reminded of him.

Grief is funny.

[ohnoitsmysideblog]

oh and with mike the first time i watched that episode i sent multiple 10min voice recordings to my friend whining and crying and promising to cherish him 10x harder in better call saul

[crxzytogether]

Listen im a mike defender through and through BUT MIKE WTF DUDE, go give your girlfriend a hug or reassurance or literally any comfort my goodness😭😭

[artashipatrick]

thinking of josh’s “i think they should all find a way of living together” today. he would love post challengers domestic throuple fanfiction

[royalarchivist]

Pepito: fofoca???

Pac: Fofoca? You know, uh, me and Fit are dating, that's the - like, the last fofoca I can tell you

Mike: YOU STARTED DATING?!

Mike and Pepito react to Pac's news about dating Fit.

[ Subtitle Transcript continued ↓ ]

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Pac: Yeah, right? Like, I said to you - [stammers] Y- you - you cut my hair, man!

Mike: No no no no– You said- you said that you- you had met, but you didn't said you were dating, bro! What the fck.

Pepito: QUEEEEEEEEEEEE CUENTAME (WHATTTTT TELL ME)

Pac: Yeah, like, I think after like the first date, I think I'm dating, it's not how that- the things work, right?

Mike: I'm gonna- I'm gonna ask- I'm gonna ask Fit.

Pac: Ask Fit, ask Fit.

[Mike runs off to question Fit]

Pac: Fit like, invited me to... to dinner yesterday, Pepito.

Pepito: mi primera boda :-D (My first wedding :-D)

Pac: Cal- calma, calma, calma, calma- You know? We are– we are baby steps. [Laughs]

Pepito: PASITO A PASITO COMO PEPITO. (Little by little, steps like Pepito)*

Pac: Yes! [Laughs] "Little by little, steps like Pepito." [Starts singing "Despacito" then laughs again.]

* "Pasito a pasito" can also be translated as "little by little" or "step by step," but given the context of what Pepito's saying, "Little by little, steps like Pepito" is a closer translation to what Pepito's actually trying to say.

[love-byers]

"Mike was always protective of Will,"

"And Will always leaned on him,"

“And you could never really tell if it was something romantic or just a really special friendship."

[sceletaflores]

teasing mike with an ice cube. 18+ mdi

not proofread don’t yell at me

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mike has been tied to the bed post for almost ten minutes now, and blindfolded for nearly just as long.

he’s fully worked himself up by this point. chest heaving, cheeks ruddy, lips slick and red, boxers tented deliciously. he looks perfect.

not to mention the thin lines of wetness trailing all over his chest and stomach, leaving little red paths from the intense cold in their wake.

you can’t remember who started this, all you remember is trying to fix mike and you a couple of drinks shortly after he got back from dropping abby at vanessa’s place. innocently filling each glass with ice cubes when mike slid up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering filth in your ear.

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance to rile mike up. it worked of course, he’s a simple man, but just not in the way you wanted it too. mike grabbed an ice cube and dropped it down the back of your shirt, and a small wrestling match ensued leaving both of you on the floor making out.

one thing led to another and mike hauled you up in a rush to get to the bedroom, you didn’t even notice he grabbed the glass full of ice cubes off the counter.

now you’re here, minus some clothes, sitting on mikes thighs trailing ice cube after ice cube over his sensitive skin on display.

“ah! mhm shit…” mike whimpers out when you run the cold ice over his left nipple, hands clenching and unclenching where they’re bound to the bedpost.

you hum back nonchalantly, mouth too occupied to respond fully. your lips wrapped around a piece of ice that’s quickly melting, you circle his nipple a few times drawing out little keens from him as you do.

the ice fully melts, leaving your lips cold as you trail kisses all along his pecs. you travel all the way up his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear. mikes breathy moans make your heart race and fireworks go off deep in your stomach.

you take advantage of mike being blindfolded to surprise him, stopping your assault on his neck to kiss him properly. he responds almost immediately, craning his head up to desperately kiss you back and moaning into your mouth enthusiastically.

you smile into the kiss before you can stop yourself, mikes responsiveness to your touch never fails to make you giddy.

you pull back, breaking the kiss much to mikes dismay. he lets out an all suffering groan, trying his best to rear up in chase of your lips.

you sit back, just watching him for a second. the biggest drawback of the blindfold is that you can’t see mikes eyes. they’ve always been your favorite feature of his, they’re so expressive. you can read whatever he’s thinking by just looking in his eyes.

you reel back before you feel yourself starting to get too sentimental, that’s not what mike needs right now. that’s not what either of you need right now.

“how’s it feel?” you ask softly, running your hands up and down his chest.

mike shivers under your light touch. “feels weird,” he breathes out quietly, “feels so fucking good though.”

“yeah?” you ask hotly, reaching out to pluck another piece of ice wasting no time before popping it in your mouth and shuffling down mikes body.

“ah!” mike exclaims as you start up on his chest again, circling his right nipple a few times before making your way over to his left to repeat the process.

only this time you dare to go lower, dragging the ice down the center of his chest to his stomach to trace shapes with the ice. a circle, a square, a heart, you even spell your name out. mike yelps, his abs tensing.

“shit! baby oh god,” he babbles incoherently, head trashing back and forth on the pillow.

you trail the ice all the way to the hem of his boxers, kissing along where the seam meets his skin while raking your hands up his legs.

mike keens, his legs fight to stay still. “fuck yes, don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

hearing his desperate pleas and whines spur you on enough to stop teasing him. you roughly yank his boxers down, his hard dick bobbing out to slap against his stomach. you moan at the sight of him, flushed red and wet at the tip.

sparks go off at the base of your spine. you need him in your mouth now. you crunch down on your ice enthusiastically, swallowing the bits and pieces left.

you know your tongue, lips, and mouth are still cold from how many ice cubes you’ve gone through. apparently, mike didn’t think of that, so the cold kiss you plant on the tip of his dick takes him by surprise.

“fuck! oh fuck fuck fuck-“ he breathes out roughly as you run your cold tongue all over the length of him, kissing and suckling as you go.

you kiss your way up to the tip of his dick, gripping the base in your hand and wrapping your lips around the head.

“s’good baby, feels so good.” mike slurs quietly. you squeeze his thigh with your other hand, starting to bob your head in a steady rhythm.

you pull off, letting the spit that gathered in your mouth drip down the length of mikes dick before you continue bobbing your head. the lewd sound of slurping that fills the room makes your ears burn in the best way possible. the familiar weight and taste of him on your tongue leaves your pussy aching.

mike’s a incoherent mess at this point, reduced down to making needy sounds and tugging at his restraints in vain.

you plunge lower, down to the base of his cock and swallow around him. mike yelps.

“shit baby i’m gonna-fuck-i’m gonna fucking come.” he’s unable to stop the praises that flow out of his mouth. his legs are kicking out erratically, but you’ll give him a pass just this once.

you pull all the way off mike’s dick, using your hand to stroke him quickly. “do it mike. come for me,“ you purr hoarsely. “be good and come for me.” your lips brushing against the tip of mikes weeping dick has his orgasm hitting him like a train and spurting his come into your parted lips.

“fuck!” he shouts, voice raspy and loud. you bob your head down again to swallow his release, tearing an overwhelmed keen from mike’s chest. he’s rocking his hips mindlessly up into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

you can tell that he’s extremely sensitive, but that doesn’t stop you. “oh shit–” mike gasps as you continue to suckle at his sensitive spent dick, coaxing out tiny drops of come.

“s’to much, i can’t!” he cries, hips pressing into the mattress trying to squirm away from the pleasure turned overstimulation. you take pity on him, and pull off after one long suck, pressing one last kiss to the head.

you slide up the length of mike’s body, pulling a blanket up with you to cover you both. his chest is heaving and he’s covered in sweat. “i’m gonna take the blindfold off.” you say softly, reaching up to gently remove the blindfold. he only grunts in response.

mike has his eyes closed when you take it off him, still coming down from his orgasm. then you undo the tie you used as a makeshift rope to free his wrists from the bedpost. tossing both items aside you finally lay down and cuddle up next to mike.

he turns his head to you, eyes open and looking into yours. “hi.” you say with a soft smile.

mike laughs weakly, strong arms circling your waist to pull you closer. “that was… holy shit.” mike says reverently. you laugh, tangling your legs with his under the blanket. “you’re welcome.”

mike doesn’t respond, instead leaning in to kiss you. the two of you slowly make out, hands roaming each others body’s contently. you pull back just enough to rest your forehead against his.

“you want that drink now?”

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[bylrndgm]

You see, it meant everything to me.

[marvey-sideblog]

"And it just happened to be empty?" "Something like that."

Suits 4x8 "Exposure" Mike returns to Pearson Specter and gets Harvey's old office.

[taeiris]

“you can’t even look at me!”

CW: blood, trypophobia, very mild gore i think

based on this theory of mine giggles

i rlly enjoyed working on this a LOTTTT hope you guys like it<3

also feel free to write fics or draw my design of bonkers will or whatever you guys wanna call him cause i think he looks cool👍

[gayofthefae]

The tragedy of season 4 Mike Wheeler's arc and the difference between being trapped in a loveless relationship you just feel something is vaguely missing in and being trapped in a loveless relationship you know is loveless but you've locked yourself into.

His arc isn't to taking action. That was a hopeful myth he gave himself as he figured out what he really wanted. His arc was just to learning he was settling. At least when he didn't know, that was the reason he couldn't do anything about it; there was still a fantasy that someday he could fix it.

But now he knows he's queer and he knows he can't get over it but he also knows he can't be it either.

The queer experience of being closeted and not even wishing you were straight, but wishing you still thought you were, not because you don't want your queerness but because...what can you do with it? What difference does it make?

[admireforever]

Challengers

[sillygh0st]

Do you guys also remember when Mike used to walk around without shirt and wearing a bull skull after a bull killed Richas or it just me

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: If you guys don't mind, I would like to... have some... Would you like to say some words for my daughter?

Felps: I want to, I want to. Pasta, bus, iron box–

Cellbit: Not random words! Beautiful words, Felps!

Pac: [Laughing] Stop!

Quackity: Yeah yeah yeah– it's words about my daughter, words about my daughter.

Felps: Oh ok. Egg, dead–

Cellbit: I'm sorry that your dad was a vagabundo.

HUGE thank you to @xurviving for double-checking my translations and transcript for this clip!

[Full Transcript & Translation ↓ ]

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Quackity: Let's have a moment of silence, for my, uh... Remember not to click it! If you click it, it disappears forever, so...

Felps: Wait– [Sad sniff] Oh my god!

Mike: She's so pretty! She's so pretty.

Felps: [Overlapping with Mike] Ah, don't click. Don't click for the love of god!

Pac: Quackity, what was she called?

Quackity: Yeah, I would- I would– If you guys don't mind, I would like to... have some... Would you like to say some words for my daughter?

Felps: I want to, I want to.

Mike: Yeah.

Pac: Yes, yes.

Felps: Pasta, bus, iron box–

Cellbit: Not random words, beautiful words, Felps!

Pac: [Laughing] Stop!

Mike: I will say– I will say, ohh–

Felps: No, I said some words. I said some words for her.

Cellbit: No! You're supposed to say beautiful things! See–

Mike: Don't talk, don't talk.

Quackity: Yeah yeah yeah– it's words about my daughter, words about my daughter.

Mike: Say it, say it!

Felps: Oh ok. Egg, dead–

Cellbit: I'm sorry that your dad was a vagabundo.

[All the Brazilians laugh]

Quackity: Ok...

Mike: This Egg lying on the bed is such a bilontra.*

Pac: What was her name?

Quackity: [Notices Cellbit's speech bubble translation] WHAT THE FCK! What the hell??? Why'd you say that to my daughter? I was not a vagabundo!

Mike: No no no no!

Cellbit: No no no– You understand– it was mistranslation! I didn't say that.

Quackity: Oh, of course, of course, of course...

Mike: He said, "Her father was... vagabundo."

Cellbit: No I didn't! Stop, no–! [Unintelligible]

Pac: [Unintelligible]

Cellbit: Stop exposing me, man! Stop, oh– she's n– You crazy man!

Quackity: So let me ask you guys something–

Cellbit: I didn't say that, I didn't say that, I said "I hope she had a very beautiful life." I mean, she's dead, but anyways– **

Felps: Yeah, [she] doesn't have anymore–

Quackity: No, no, she had a horrible life, actually.

Pac: Maybe she can have a very beautiful death too.

Cellbit: No, I didn't! Stop it–

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Translator's notes:

* Hard to translate. Smartass...?

** Expression to say someone's acting out of their mind

[zappedbyzabka]

All photos (and a gif) of these karate men in one place