#but Mickey is right

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

GallaCatch Up

This @galladrabbles is for the prompt "zipper" from @iansfreckles

“You do laundry?” Ian asked Mickey as he rifled through drawers.

“Yeah, it’s in the washer.” 

“I’ll have to go commando today.” Ian groaned.

Mickey raised his eyebrows smirking, “Don’t hear me complainin.”

“No but you will hear me if my pubes get caught in the zipper again. Last time I nearly did a landscaping overhaul.”

Mickey laughed coming up next to Ian and watched his pants rise over the thatch of copper curls.

“So long as you don’t pull a “There’s Something About Mary” I think you’ll be okay cupcake.” He teased.

“Besides, nothing I can’t kiss better after.”

[ifwebefriends]

[teddybeartoji]

sukuna coming home from his run all sweaty and sexy and the first thing he does is pressing the fattest fucking kiss to your cheek while you're doing whatever you're doing and then he's rubbing his nose against you while holding onto your jaw, keeping you in place as you squeal abt how 'disgusting' he is. aaaand then he's already on his way over to the bathroom, laughing loudly like a maniac bc he knows you're into that anyway<333333

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[skullsemi]

MY turn for an ask, buddy! So with Gladstone and Mortimer you have the makings of another trio— someone who is friends with both of them (begrudgingly or otherwise) so I’m curious! Who would be their Goofy?

That is a great question, and honestly? I can't really see anyone that would fit the bill and I think that is because these two have so many things in common already that it's hard to find someone else just alike

[maqui-chan]

vrel: landry's bad with technology

me: omg... hag <3

[suntails]

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[samantitheos]

Sometimes I will suddenly remember that Ian and Mickey are each other's 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚/𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚/𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, and I have to sit down and breathe slowly through my nose for a few minutes.

[zombie-jed]

Thoughts? Criticisms?

[tomwaterbabies]

consider the mouse

[sunny1927]

Anyone remember the backups? 🔍

[sing-a-songofsix-pence]

i think the difference between mickey and jack in regards to rose and the doctor (especially pre-satellite 5) is that mickey sees himself as a third wheel in their relationship, while jack just sees himself as the third.

[teddybeartoji]

it's not often you get to see a sleepy suguru.

it's not like he's not tired – he's fucking exhausted; the dreams just don't seem to like him all that much. but he's usually toughing it out, trying to seem as composed and put-together as possible. the dark skin underneath his eyes betray him, though.

so you don't really know why today is different. is he just more tired? have all of the sleepless hours caught up with him? or is it just you; could it be that your body is the most comfortable place to rest his heavy head? or is it your perfume that's soothing him to sleep?

or is it the fingers in his hair?

he doesn't really let others play with his hair too ofter either. satoru and shoko had been the only exceptions but that was before you came along. satoru uses his hair as a stim, something to play with when he's bored. suguru has taught him manners though – a few slaps against satoru's fingers and chest to remind him to be more careful. and shoko is just more likely to brush a strand from his eyes or help him tie them up in a half-assed bun whenever his own hands are full with whatever.

you like playing with hair, always have and always will. it's relaxing and it's fun and it's calming and you love it. when you first met suguru, his hair was the second thing you noticed about him (his keen purple eyes being the first). an irresistible itch burned in your fingertips everytime you saw him, everytime he wore his hair down. it just looked so pretty and soft.

he takes very good care of his hair, you know that much. specific shampoos and conditioners, masks and all – he's all in. and nobody bats an eye. not that they should but satoru definitely gets made fun of because of his stupidly expensive collection of figurines and shoko gets teased for her silly mug shelf – and yet, neither of them ever comment on the bottles and tubs of fancy products that lay on his bathroom counter.

his hair also smells good. the compliment always hangs on the tip of your tongue but stays hidden in fear of coming off too weird. too creepy. but he doesn smell good. even with closed eyes and ears and you'd find him in a crowd. you wonder whether he knows that.

as you grew closer and closer, the now scorching itch only doubled in need. you never did gather the strenght to outwardly ask him – if you could play with his hair? if you could caress it? comb through it? it was an accident.

a simple gloomy friday afternoon: you're both lazing on your couch, staring at the screen. it's funny – you find yourself muffling your already quiet bursts of laughter, suguru alongside you. he's sitting close by, closer than usual. you don't ask him about it.

he asked to come over; something-something about being sick of his own apartment. you understand that, so you tell him that your home is his home (you'd tell him that even if you didn't understand). you hear the faint smile when he thanks you over the phone.

even when he looks like he hasn't slept in months – he looks good. you can tell he's overexaggerating his smile a bit but don't say anything about it, rewarding him with a grin of your own. his eyes flick to your lips and how they curve and he thinks about how warm it feels to look at you. maybe he's not exaggerating anymore.

your arms open wide, inviting him into you and he obliges, as always. he smells good. as always.

his hands lock behind your back and your behind his neck. your hearts meet and they greet each other with a fastened beat, eager to be in sync – to feel each other again.

he pulls back and the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. he's not doing it anymore and you're happy to relieve him even if it's for mere moments.

he's wearing a sweather and his hair is down. he has lip gloss on; you try to think whether he's more of a mint guy or more of a shea guy. it remains a mystery.

and now you're on the couch with two cups of warm tea waiting for you on the small table. he smells good. he's so close. he snickers at the screen and you can't take your eyes off of him. it's the same small crinkle of the eyes and the faintest pink tint on his cheeks.

you know he knows that you're looking at him. you've been told to have a staring problem and he's just an observant guy. it's a terrible match. or a perfect one.

he doesn't say anything though; instead he leans his head back and little to the side against the headrest (he's even closer now) and you find yourself shifting an inch aswell. perhaps magnets are involved? the iron in your blood pulling you together?

no, that can't be. you'd have to be polar opposites for that to work. warm-blooded and cold-blooded? would that work? you're getting too poetic and he's looking at you now.

it's an accident. it slips out on its own. you smell good. caught off guard by your own comment, you're about to apologize when a hand on your thigh almost makes you suffocate on the words stuck in your throat.

he laughs and it feels so good. he thanks you. he means it, you see it in his tired eyes. he likes the way you blush.

turning his focus back to the tv, you try to collect yourself. a deep breath in and a deep one out and a deep one in and a de—

a weight on your shoulder. he smells so good. he's so close. you peek down, curious as to whether this is a dream or not. but suguru's head is in fact laid on your body, sinking a bit more into you by the second. a deep breath in and a deep one out.

seeking for a more comfortable position, you snuggle closer to him. it's hard to focus but you're making it your sole mission to make him feel safe. your arm curls around his body, his shoulder, and rests right by a flock of his hair.

his cheek is now smushed against the top of your chest and the weight of love doesn't seem as bad as everyone keeps telling you. his hand finds a place around your waist; loosely – as if he's the one who's afraid to scare you off. silly.

his breath against you feels right and the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. so you do what you always do when you get nervous – completely on their own, your fingers caress his hair. just smoothing over it at first but before you know it, they're combing through a strand and twirling the ends between themselves.

you wanna apologize, again, but the soft little grunt that emits from the man keeps you from doing so.

don't stop.

+ this is for @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat just bc it feels right

[romidoes]

boooooyfriiiiieeeeendsss (husbands) you love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

[dotster001]

Me: wow, twst is so good. The art is beautiful, the voice action is phenomenal, the characters are unique but well developed and believable, it explores mental health issues that not even real life people are willing to discuss sometimes, but the boys are still silly in a light hearted way. They could add almost anything, and it wouldn't upset me!

Disney: bet 😈

Disney:

[mickeym4ndy]

3x06 breaks my heart for a million obvious reasons but I think one of the many reasons it hurts that isn’t talked about that much is how innocent the whole thing starts out.

So much of their lives forced them to grow up way before they should’ve. Ian was being groomed by predatory men since he was 14 and Mickey was abused his whole life. That and a million other things forced them into adulthood so much quicker than they deserved.

But then they get this night.

Then they’re together and even amongst the chaos and the awful shit in their lives, they get this little glimpse of a normal teenage relationship. Everything about it sounds so typical. Mickey’s parents are away for the night so he asks the guy he’s seeing over. Ian is so excited because he gets to sneak out of the house to actually spend the night with his maybe boyfriend that can be so distant and hard to read but has now actually invited him over to spend the night (and kissed him!!)- that has to mean something right?

They stick on a movie and sit together on the couch sneaking glances at each other wondering when the other is going to make a move. They’re both so nervous but so excited but trying to play it cool to the other. They laugh and joke together and spend time together before they have sex in an actual bed for the first time and actually spend a whole night together. Mickey made Ian food and they got to wake up together and eat breakfast together.

Up until a point, the entire situation is just so typical. They got to be normal teenagers on the cusp of their first real relationship for one night.

Then the next morning all of it was taken away and their entire lives changed forever.