#not shameless related

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

Noel Fisher is the male equivalent of Emilia Clarke in the eyebrow department and I will take no criticism.

[sillygoofygoobersstuff]

i feel so sick oh my god

[killerpancakeburger]

Thinking about a Tav that Astarion despises deeply at first cause not only they're a goodie-two shoes but on top of that they're shy/have no presence/no autority etc. Then at some point he makes a dark joke and Tav laughs so hard the whole party stops to look at them. Eventually Astarion realizes that Tav is the only one who laughs at his jokes, and when Tav is comfortable enough with the group/certain members of the party, they start using sarcasm and dark humour all the time. And Astarion hates that he loves it. His brain cannot compute how you two can have the same humour while being so different. He's also intrigued by the fact that you’re apparently a completely different person once you’re used to people. And he's a tiiiny bit offended that you’re so comfortable with Wyll and Karlach but when he tries to participate in the convo you clam up and turn back into the little mouse from the start of your journey.

[sleepyheadgallavich]

Missed ya

⤷Set for @mickittotheman

[ak1ji]

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Credit - me!

[gunstellations]

double trouble

[romidoes]

‘stop eating your weight in fruit loops, go get dressed!’

[menacingmonty]

shameless is makign me insane. its making me go nuts. absolutely wild. i need shameless mutuals NEOW. shameless tiktok has liek zero nuance.

my stupid little sociology major brain latches onto all of the dynamics, especially between the siblings RAHHHHH

[rynnbug]

Some gallavich

[theyaremycrocsyoudonut]

Prompt: Blur

Thank you @callivich for this week's @galladrabbles prompt. This was a painful one 😀

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Ian had a manic episode last week. At first, he was just a bit more energetic than usual. Then, before anyone could grab it, he was having full blown discussions with the Shim. Mickey practically dragged him to the doctor and she had to change his meds. Afterwards, everything was a blur. The only thing Ian remembered vividly when he came back to reality was a conversation:

"I'm sorry I'm such a fuckup."

"You're not a fuckup. And never apologise for this shit, it's not like you asked for it."

His tears were interrupted by a kiss.

"I love you."

[mickittotheman]

Hello! Can I ask for gallavich + 47? Thank you :)

Hi!! I too am fueled by spite so this was a very fun prompt to fill.

47. ...out of spite

Mickey only hears the conversation by accident.

It’s early. Way too fucking early to be awake, but he’d reached up to grab at Ian’s big warm arm and his fingers had met nothing but cold empty sheets and the jolt of panic he’d felt had been enough to have him stumbling up and out and down the hall.

The panic is receding a bit now, with Ian’s voice floating up the stairs. There’s other noises, too. The coffee maker burbling, dishes clinking, the fridge rattling as it’s opened and closed, but all Mickey is focused on is ian ian ian.

The panic ebbs out to a low grade hum. It never goes away completely. Probably never will.

Mickey sighs, scrubbing at his eyes with one hand, the other one still clutching the stair railing so hard his knuckles are white. 

Slowly, the actual words Ian’s saying start to filter through. 

“–is that supposed to mean? Of course he’s good for me. He’s the only reason I came back in the first place!”

There’s the sound of someone slurping obnoxiously. Probably Lip drinking his fucking coffee. He always slurps when he drinks coffee. “He’s also the reason you left, so.”

“Fuck off, Lip.”

“Seriously?” Fiona scoffs, faucet squeaking as she shuts off the water, “That’s why you disappeared out of the fucking blue?”

Oh. 

Mickey twists his lips. Debates just turning around and going back to sleep. It’s too fucking early for this shit. 

“I left for a lot of reasons, okay?”

“Ian. Sweetcheeks. I’m just worried about you. We’re all worried about you–”

“Well, maybe everyone should be more worried about you.”

“Ian!”

“He’s got a point.”

“Who’s fucking side are you on, Lip?”

“I’m not on anyone’s side. Jesus.” Another obnoxious slurp. “And keep your fucking voices down, you’re gonna wake up the kids.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Ian snarks, “Liam hasn’t been sleeping very well. Wonder why that is.”

“Ian. Please. I just want what’s best for you.”

“Mickey is what’s best for me.”

“Seriously?” Fiona laughs, and Mickey would probably be more offended if he hadn’t nearly blurted out the same thing.

He swipes at his nose. Shoots a longing glance down the hall behind him, towards his little makeshift nest on the floor made of blankets and pillows that smell like Ian. Shoots a longing glance down the stairs in front of him, towards Ian. He sighs again. Sits on the top step. Tunes back into Fiona’s tirade.

“He’s a thug–”

“–you just got out of jail.”

“He’s a highschool drop-out–”

“–we’re all highschool dropouts.”

“He’s a Milkovich–”

“–oh, because being a Gallagher is so much better?”

“He can barely even stand to touch you–”

“–trust me, he touches me plenty.”

“In private,” Fiona presses, pitching her voice louder over the sound of Lip snorting and nearly choking to death on his coffee. “The moment you guys are around other people he acts like you’re radioactive fucking waste.”

“Jesus, Fi, can you blame him for not wanting people to find out–?”

“But we already know! He knows that we know. And he knows damn well that Gallaghers don’t snitch.”

Mickey gnaws on his lower lip, eagerly awaiting Ian’s snarky comeback. 

It never comes.

“Ian, sweetie,” Fiona says, voice soft again, “I’m just worried you’re getting too attached.”

Say something.

“I’m– Ian, I’m sorry, but I think you're reading signs you hope are there, instead of the signs that actually are there.”

C’mon, Ian, fucking say something.

“I just… don’t think he’s as into you as you're into him.”

Ian finally says something. 

“Yeah,” he says. 

Mickey blinks. His mouth drops open. His brows scrunch together.

“I really am sorry, sweetheart–”

“No, it’s.” There’s the sound of Ian taking in a shuddery breath, followed by a deep sigh. “You might be right.”

Jesus fucking christ. 

Mickey hauls himself up. Stomps down the stairs. Hears Lip mutter ‘oh shit’ before he’s even in view.

By the time Mickey reaches the base of the stairs they’re all looking at him with wide eyes. Lip sitting at the table, Fiona standing by the sink, Ian leaning against the fridge.

“Mickey!” Ian says, voice painfully faux-cheery, “I– um, good morning, when did you wake u–”

“Shut up,” Mikey bites out. He plants himself right in front of Ian. Jabs a finger hard against his chest. “You must be the stupidest goddamn fucker on the planet.”

Ian’s strained smile drops. 

“Hey!” Fiona protests, but Mickey ignores her.

He forcefully reminds himself of what happened the last time he was too much of a fucking coward. Swallows down the nerves dread don’t bubbling up his throat and fizzing through his veins. 

His hands are shaking, just a bit. 

He brings them up, uses one to shove Ian back against the fridge and the other to fist in Ian’s hair, yanks down his head enough so Mickey doesn’t have to go up on his fucking tippytoes like some bitch.

Ian makes this surprised little sound when their lips collide. Which actually works out great, because it gives Mickey the opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth. 

Mickey can feel the tension seeping out of Ian. That shocked little noise morphs into a deep groan. Ian’s big hands clamp down on Mickey’s hips hard enough to bruise.

“Woah, okay, that is way more than I need to see,” Lip announces, punctuated by the sound of his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “I’m gonna go ahead and finish my coffee somewhere else. Preferably somewhere very far away.”

Mickey grins into the kiss. Relishes in momentary victory. Two down, one to go. 

He pulls back, their lips making a positively indecent sound as they part. Mickey huffs when Ian tries to trail after him. Uses the grip on his hair to keep him at bay.

Mickey turns his head just enough to cock a pointed brow at Fiona. “That enough touching for you? Or should I go all out and bend over the kitchen table for him?”

Ian makes a strangled sound. His hands spasm on Mickey’s hips. He yanks Mickey closer, so Mickey can better appreciate the way he’s grown hard as a rock, the way his dick is pressing perfectly up against Mickey’s own.

Fiona rolls her eyes and throws her hands up in the air in defeat. “Okay, alright, you’ve made your point.” She brushes past them. Pauses just before disappearing up the stairs to look back at them with a solemn, serious expression. Locks eyes with Mickey. “I really, genuinely hope I’m wrong about you.”

Mickey swallows hard. Stares after her as she retreats. 

He hopes so, too.

His grip on Ian tightens, then loosens. Ian seizes the opportunity to surge forward and latch onto Mickey’s neck like a fucking leech. 

“Jesus, firecrotch,” Mickey hisses.

Ian hums. Smears a smile against Mickey’s skin. Nips at Mickey’s ear. “So…” he hedges, grinding their hips together again, “How serous were you about letting me fuck you on the kitchen table?”

Fuck.

Maybe Mickey is a bad influence on Ian afterall. 

send me a number~

[wrinkly-fucking-qtip]

CURRENTLY LOOSING MY SHIT OVER THE FACT THAT THE CAMERON MONAGHAN WAS IN MY SMALL ASS FUCKING COUNTRY IN A CONVENTION AND I DIDN'T BUY THE TICKETS BECAUSE I JUST DIDN'T WANNA GO EVEN THO MY FRIENDS BEGGED ME AND I SAID NO.

Y'KNOW WHAT'S THE SHIT? A FRIEND OF MINE SENT ME THE PICTURE HE TOOK WITH GIANCARLO ESPOSITO AND I WAS LIKE "OMG THATS SO COOL."

AND THEEEEN, I SHOW IT TO MY MOM AND WAS LIKE "I BET YOUR ASS IF CAMERON MONAGHAN WAS THERE I WOULD TAKE A PIC WITH HIM (he'd be invited due to his work in Gotham and SW because of the type of convention) AND PAY ANY AMOUNT OF MONEY" I SAID THAT THE SAME DAY HE WAS THERE AND THAT MY FRIENDS WENT.

HE WAS FUCKING THERE. I WASN'T. This is officially one of my biggest regrets in life and nothing will top it I wanna die right now.

I NEVER SAW HIS NAME IN THE LISTING I'M SO PISSED. AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THE CAPTION SAYS?????!?!!!?

THAT HE TRIED ONE OF OUR TYPICAL MAIN DISHES IN THE COUNTRY AND HE LIKED IT.

OH MY GOD I WANNA THROW UP.

[sillygoofygoobersstuff]

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[itsmealaiah]

me every day:

not mine

mickey's such a mood 😭 ❤️

[tinysuzy]

Speaking of "Be the change you want to see"

If You're only here for the vore then that's good and well, headpat

But if you're here for my writing as well, then I love you very much

Anyway

I have a G/t Novel length fic in the works, It's called

Of Smoke and Shadows

And here's reasons on why you should read it:

1: It features (what I personally think) are underrated tropes in the g/t fandom, like Borrowers interacting with beings other than humans

2: It features a wide variety of POC characters, Including the two main protagonists, They're also queer and has AuADHD

3: You like vampires? And reality bending beings? And quirky little borrowers? We have all of those here.

4: Vorey dialogue for those who like that

5: It will make me very happy :D

@pineappleparfaitie @dav8530 @opikarts @flights-of-fangcy

And @small-but-oho because they asked about the fic

[manga-and-stuff]

I made another blog

It's called "Night Vale Clips unofficial" and, as the name implies, it's short clips from the Podcast "Welcome to Night Vale" without any context.

It's mostly spoiler free clips like sponsor reads or PSAs. Here's a taste of what you can expect: