#Mickey is Ian’s rock

[rayrayor]

New chapter up, double the fun as Karma nudges both Lip and Kash . And as always thank you Alice @darthvaders-wife for bringing pieces of my writings to life💕💕💕😁

[taihaole1111]

it’s from s1e7

When they found something hard against their thighs and their phone wasn't in their pocket

oh my…

[ohkate]

Incorrect quotes.

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[suzy-queued]

New Story Alert!

It's the best day of the year!! May 28 is my lucky day for starting multi-chap fics. 2021 | 2022 | 2023

And now, for 2024...

Workhouse Rock Welcome to Lincoln Rock Workhouse Center, where the most mediocre Chicago criminals get the light punishment they deserve. Ian's life is on a downhill slide, and he needs to emerge from this place as a reformed man. Mickey can't wait to get a break from reality and live his best life for the summer. If only they weren't standing so firmly in each other's way. Start reading

I'm so excited to be starting a new long fic! I hope you enjoy!

[myvinylplaylist]

The Cult: Sonic Temple (1989)

2019 30th Anniversary Vinyl Reissue

[ninoochat]

WHAT YOU AND I HAVE MAKES ME FREE

[mitjalovse]

Tony Visconti collaborated with many musicians I discuss here on my blog, so allow me to point towards yet another example of this fact with the following post. Yes, we have to check his T. Rex's production as well despite us, well, already looking into that. However, I must state the major difference between their folk incarnation and the most successful one – they became more direct. I jokingly call their change an anticipation of what Yes did to their sound during the 80's, since they both streamlined their style into a more popular version of the latter. However, they keep their intriguing elements intact. For instance,T. Rex brought their early otherworldly aura to their 70's appropriation of the early rock songs and the combination just functioned well.

[iangallagherisadeadman]

just finished reading Cooperative Gameplay by @gallavichy which is a must for the shameless/gallavich fandom I suppose, and fuck! that was good.

and I'm just. so happy to be able to read such a good work by someone so passionate about their craft. I mean, Gray did so much research to properly describe videogames and how ged and university application work and mental ilness and places and tourist points and the most banal things too, and their mannerisms! the way every fucking twitter user ian follows has a consistent personality throughout all the fucking +240k words its insane! she included the clothes they were wearing and made whole playlists for a fanfic, that's so fucking nice.

it's just so nice to feel how much she was into it, you know? more than a great writing and story and characters, it was so nice to read cause there was so much feeling to it, all the time. makes me feel warm inside. smiled so big reading it and cried too! i just had to put it out here.

[ryantryinx]

Head cannon

Mickey is definitely a rock kinda guy. From classic rock like the greats; Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, Ac/dc, Bob Seager ect. To heavy metal, and even punk when the mood arises.

He doesn’t ‘ hate ‘ other genre’s of music. Pop, Rap, Hip-hop ect. But if he’s playing music while doing something its 100% rock. Unless Ian’s around and changes it.

Ian is most definitely a pop/hip-hop guy. More dance friendly.

[musicmags]

[rayrayor]

I hated the way the writers had Mickey pop off so casually about Ian’s mental illness in the Hall of Shame episode . Mickey not perfect, Ian either but wow that below the belt comment always bugged me . I wondered if it had an effect on Ian after .

So I rewrote it, angst with Gallavich doing what they do best , finding their way back to each other .

No idea where this came from except last night had an epic oops and lost a final chapter ( it was sooo good) poof no more chapter 🤬

So I pouted , read other great writers and about 11 pm this cropped up .

For all of you so damn good at angst , tipping my hat cause this is mildly angsty and I was just a snot fest typing it out🥹

[fanonsupremecy]

Mickey they could never make me hate you. Even WHEN you were the dirtiest white boy in America. V THAT MAY BE TRUE but he's also soooo pretty so he gets a pass cuz he's so babyboy and babygirl and an angel that deserved so better like fucking love and compassion and pride and adoration from his fucking shithead father. (if you can't tell I'm on my season 2 shit) honestly he was so much more dirty white boy tm in season 1 tho...

”I came out for you, you piece of shit”

YES YOU DID MICKEY. YES THE FUCK YOU DID.

[ohkate]

Crash into me

Many thanks to @starry-nights-17 for this week's prompt "Crash into me" by Dave Matthews. Word Count: 100

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"Somebody should fill that mouth of yours so you'll shut up," Ian sniped, pushing Mickey against their brand new-used couch.

"Yeah? You seem to like it sometimes…maybe I'll go find somebody who'll appreciate it more," Mickey smirked.

Truth-be-told, pissing Ian off was his favorite pastime. Inevitably, Ian would forget Mickey was annoying him purposely and he'd manhandle him against some poor, weak piece of furniture to fuck it out on.

And when Ian crashed into him and almost split him in half with that angry, glorious cock, he smiled hearing the couch creaking beneath him with each thrust.

"Happy…Monday…to me."

[suzy-queued]

Workhouse Rock, chapter 9: We Are Family Ian's finally starting to fall into a regular routine around here. He has his friends, he has hobbies, and Lincoln Rock feels like home. Nothing's going to interfere with that, right? Read chapter 9 | Start from the beginning

Happy Friday! Happy fall! Happy almost Halloween! Thank you for checking out my story!

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

Mickey’s on house arrest for an eensy teensy crime (a total misunderstanding obviously - Mickey would never.)

At first he thinks he’s gonna go level ten batshit cooped up in their apartment. It’s not that he doesn’t like the home they’ve made for themselves, it’s just he’s a man who needs enrichment in his enclosure and everyone knows it.

Ian finds himself “breaking” things on the downlow so he can subtly float a “hey could you look at the ___ today? I think it’s busted” over their morning coffee. He's not coddling him, he just likes knowing Mickey will have something to do while he’s at work besides pace the halls and make trouble for himself out of sheer boredom.

The first week is rough. But by the next week, things have evened out considerably for Mickey. He’s clearly found a passion in something, because Ian will come home and Mickey’ll be outside on the balcony, more or less where he left him that morning. And he’s pretty sure it’s not the tomatoes he’s got potted out there.

Ian doesn’t wanna pry, especially since Mickey’s found something that works for him. But he’s a curious being. So when he comes home the next day, he decides to follow after the sound of his beautiful house-arrest husband on the balcony.

“Ha… Dumbass…”

“Who is?”

Mickey quickly turns to him as Ian steps out, joining him at the rail for a welcome home kiss.

Or…rather, Ian is kissing and Mickey is grumbling against it. “No one…”

“Mm?”

“Home early.”

“Yeah,” Ian smiles, glancing curiously at the green-space that the balcony overlooks, “got done pretty quick today.” There’s no one there. Just a couple squirrels darting around by the bushes.

Mickey nods, taking a long drag from his cigarette. 

He’s clamming up. 

Ian definitely struck something.

Silence floats between them, Ian taking the cig for himself. And he almost lets it go until it happens - movement, Mickey’s eyes darting to it down below.

Ian follows it. Hears himself huff a laugh as he watches a squirrel tear at lightning speed to the bush across the way. “Fast little fucker.”

“Gonzales…”

“Huh?” Ian turns to him. 

But Mickey refuses to meet his gaze. “Speedy Gonzales,” he says. Very cryptically.

And Ian…doesn’t know what to do with that. He chuckles, teasing, “What, you out here namin’ the squirrels, Mick?”

Another handful of seconds float by them in complete silence. Avoided eye contact.

…oh.

Wait.

Holy fuck, he’s out here naming the squirrels.

“You got somethin’ to say, wise guy-”

“No!” Wow - no - Ian doesn’t-… It’s just how the hell is he supposed to process something this endearing in such a short time span? “No, baby - nothin’ wrong with it.” Oh no, his house-arrest husband is cute?? “I mean, Speedy Gonzales - you really nailed it, ya know?”

Beside him, Mickey’s shoulders are starting to deflate from where they’ve ratcheted up in defense mode. Not all the way, but starting at least. Ian thinks they should probably leave it at that for now, but then miraculously, he’s talking again. “Got no fuckin attention span… Been lookin’ for the same shit he buried since Monday.”

Ian takes it in with a carefully constructed expression, “Oh yeah?” no smile to misconstrue or anything. “Where’s it at?”

Because Mickey knows, doesn’t he?

“Big tree,” he nods to it, “right side.”

Holy fuck, Ian is so in love with this man.

“Almost got it before you came out.”

“You think I scared him off?”

“Nah, he’s a real dumbass. Probably woulda dug two times and then ran off somewhere else.” And then, like he didn’t just make Ian’s heart absolutely rock hard, he turns to the door. “Fuckin’ starvin’ - you bring anything home?”

They have sandwiches and potato chips and Ian practically has to eat his hands to stop himself from asking more questions about his husband’s squirrels.

On Saturday morning, Ian joins him outside to water his tomatoes and then lingers, eager for any tidbits Mickey might drop on his own. 

In the grass below, a squirrel clambers over a pile of dirt and then begins a session of quick digging, bringing a smile of recognition to Ian’s face. “Hi Speedy.”

“That’s Rat Tail,” Mickey corrects from his chair.

Oh. Right. “How can you tell?” Ian asks stupidly. Because all it takes is one look with his own eyeballs to note the thinning end of this particular squirrel’s tail. “Ah.” Rat Tail. Got it.

And so begins the introductions, the two of them sipping coffee as Mickey leisurely explains the lore to him. Ian didn’t realize squirrels lead such a rich, fulfilling life, honestly. Who could’ve known? 

Mickey, of course, his feet propped up on the railing and his ankle monitor blinking away while he points out new characters seemingly every morning.

“That’s Scratch.” and “That’s Little Bitch.” and “Damn, I thoughtchya kicked the bucket, Rabies.”

Each name takes its place on Ian’s mental list.

“That one’s Allen,” Mickey says once.

To which Ian simply has to ask, the fact that he shares a name with their neighbor surely no coincidence. “What? Why?”

“He’s short ‘n ugly.”

“Got it.”

By the start of the next week, Ian feels caught up on the ins and outs of the squirrel lore. But just like with his husband, there’s always something to learn.

“Hey Mick, is that one new?”

Mickey flicks his eyes up from his phone, identifying the squirrel on the fly. “Nah, just hasn’t shown up for you yet.” Ah. “That’s Little Fucker.”

Ian nods. Interesting. “Are Little Fucker and Little Bitch related?”

“I dunno. Think they’re bangin’ each other, though.”

“Of course.”

Ian sees himself and Mickey in Little Bitch and Little Fucker.

Week Four hits, and Mickey is starting to wonder why he ever dreaded house arrest so much. It’s really not all that bad, especially when he’s got a caring husband who gives a shit about his-

“MICKEY!” comes Ian’s voice, fucking tearing through the apartment and launching Mickey into a startled fumble and ‘the fuck’ with his wet towel. “MICK GET THE HELL OUT HERE - QUICK!”

He’s dripping wet and ten seconds away from making a b-line to the gun drawer, but when he sees his husband’s face practically pressed up against the screen door, his look of sheer excitement is contagious.

“The fuck?” Mickey snaps, keeping the towel around his waist, “The hell are you out here-”

“It’s Speedy, Mick!” Ian beams, opening the door for him and pointing dramatically toward the green-space. “He’s getting it! He’s gonna get it, finally!”

Mickey shuffles over to the rail, the history that’s being made making his blood run hot when he sees it with his own two eyes, Speedy Gonzales digging frantically at the exact spot that he’s been too much of a dumbass to check for a whole month.

He and Ian grow deathly still. Wait with bated breath. 

And then…finally…after weeks of anticipation…

“Oh my god,” Ian grins, both of them watching Speedy Gonzales stuff the acorn into his mouth and then dart for cover under the bushes.

“Well whaddaya know - stupid fucker actually did it.” About damn time.

Beside him, Ian wrangles Mickey wetly into his side, processing the moment proudly. Silence may float between them, but it’s positively electric. Fiery. And when Ian glances down with him, Mickey knows the exact look in his eyes.

“You bricked up right now?”

Ian nods, swallowing thickly.

Speedy Gonzales is left to eat in peace as the two of them push their way inside, eager to celebrate the rush Little Bitch and Little Fucker-style.

[octoberscigarettes]

depends on the season

S1 Lip

S2,3,4 Mandy

S5 Mickey

S6-9 (really nobody was looking out for him but i guess) Lip or honestly Carl

S10-11 and beyond Mickey