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I donât think Jeremy Allen White can get anymore handsome. I showed my mom this pic and she was like âwell damnnn he is really handsomeâ đ itâs the blue eyes, curls, his lips, and his structure of his face â€ïž
Jeremy Allen White is becoming A-List and he deserves it all! Acting is his craft and he takes it serious! He needs all the recognition!
And he cleans up really nice âșïžđ
#the bear#handsome#the bear fx#jeremy allen white#carmy berzatto#perfection#carmen berzatto#lip gallgher#showtime shameless#JAW is a handsome manđ„°#he is my 2nd fav white boy right now â€ïž
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I'm so fucking obsessed with this kiss đ€ And everytim I'm sad I think about Cam and Noel and their decision to kiss each other with tongue the way they intertwine their fingers and the way Cam pulls out his belt and kisses his neck. And then I realize that Showtime is an asshole and they cut the scene to early.
Everybody in this fucking series got an hot sex scene. Except Ian and Mickey. (If you leave the JonasBrothers aside).
#showtime is an asshole#tadc showtime#gallavich#ian gallagher#ian x mickey#mickey milkovich#gallavichedit#gallavich fanfic#ian and mickey#noel fisher#shameless fanfiction#shameless us#cameron monaghan
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iconic âheartbreak driven escapes into the armyâ scenes;
Shameless (2011)
Fellow Travelers (2023)
#shameless us#fellow travelers#shameless#tim laughlin#ian gallagher#gallavich#hawk and tim#scene comparisons#showtime#jonathan bailey#cameron monaghan
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i'm not even remotely exaggerating when i say that i have never hated any tv or film character in my life more than i absolutely hate, with all my heart, frank gallagher
#the things i want to say about that man would put me on a cia watchlist#i never thought anyone was worse than michael scott but here we go#the hate i feel for frank is primordial#the kind of hate that took out the dinosaurs#frank gallagher#fiona gallagher#shameless#shameless us#shameless tv#the gallaghers#lip gallagher#showtime#i'm on 3x04 right now btw#ian gallagher#tv characters#tv series#anti frank gallagher
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đ„șđąPlease donât hurt our Lip. Omggg I am so invested in this story I love it đđŸâ€ïžyour writing is amazing! Charlotte please donât hurt Lip smh he canât take rejection well. He deserves someone like her soft & loving.
I canât wait for the next chapter. You are an awesome writer âđŸ esp for Lip!
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Chapter 6: Exclusive...Friends
Note: Hello! Once again thanks for all of the amazing support and love! Writing this story is so fun because of you all! I love seeing everyone interact with it and leave me replies and messages. I am also so glad that you guys like Charlotte! I plan to have the next chapter out tomorrow. Hope you enjoy! <3 WARNING: A little explicit? Kinda. Not really. MDNI
The woman squints her eyes in confusion, looking between Lip and the phone. âIâŠwhat?âÂ
Lip scrubs a hand down his face, trying to calm the insecure thoughts already swirling around in his head. âBoyfriend at home?â His nerves only get worse when she doesnât immediately respond, instead placing her phone down on his dresser tilting her head at him, offering him an innocent look. Face down. Karen used to do that shit. âWell?â
âPhillip, if I had a boyfriend I would tell you. I wouldâve told you.â Charlotte says, hugging herself. Her rose petal lips pulled down into a frown, âAre you seriously mad that I answered my phone? Youâre the one who told me to answer.â
âYeah, I fuckinâ know I did-â
âStop cursing at me.â
âIâm not cursing at you-â
âOkay, so what are you cursing at? Why are you acting like this, werenât we having a good time?â Charlotte nods her head toward the door, gesturing for Lip to pull it shut. The blond curses one more time before tugging the door closed and moving to sit on his bed, breathing a little bit better when she sits next to him. âI donât get what I did wrong.â
The guilt washes over Lip like a wave. Heâs pissed at himself for not just listening to Ian and staying downstairs while she made her call. Itâs none of his damn business who sheâs on the phone with. Even if he feels like it is, itâs not Charlotteâs fault he has fucking issues. âNothing, You didn't do anything, baby, my bad. Fuck, I need a smoke.â He climbs over the bed, pushing the window open and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, offering one to the girl absently, feeling her watching his every move carefully. âWant one?â
Charlotteâs frown goes even deeper. She shrugs spitefully, flipping her hair over shoulder. âOkay. Fine. Gimme one.âÂ
Lip looks over to her in shock, snapping out of his jealous, guilt filled haze and realizing sheâd just accepted a cigarette from him. Sheâs staring back at him with a challenge on her face, white cigarette between her pink lips. He raises one eyebrow at her, accepting her challenge, pulling his lighter from his pocket.
The pair stare at each other for a moment, stuck in a limbo, each refusing to break. Silence is filling the room, the only sound is muffled music filtering in from downstairs and cars going by outside. Lip breaks the stalemate, unable to hold back his snicker at the fact that Charlotte is holding the wrong way. Her eyes drop to his hand, seeing how heâs holding his and she flips it, mumbling a âshut upâ placing it back in between her lips.Â
His laughter stops immediately when she snatches the lighter from him, her manicured nails struggling to try to force the stick to light. âFuck, Charlotte-â Lipâs snatches the cigarette from her lips, snapping it in half between his fingers and tossing it outside before shoving the pack into his drawer, never grabbing one for himself. Grabbing her chin with his thumb and pointer finger, he pulls her face closer, âYou donât use those, understand me?âÂ
âYou donât get mad at me out of nowhere, for no reason.â she pouts. âUnderstand me?âÂ
âHeard.â
âGood.â She chirps, moving away from the window and laying down on her back in his bed, brightness quickly returning to her brown eyes. âMe too. Heard.â
Lip laughs again, even more of the tension that had filled his body in the last few minutes dissipates as he slips down onto the bed too, laying next to her and staring up at the ceiling. âYou wanna sound like me or somethinâ now?â
âWhat? Why would I wanna do that? Youâre full of yourself, Phillip Gallagher.â she hums.
âYeah?â he asks, as he turns lightly to send his fingers into her sides, tickling her briefly before tugging her on top of him to straddle his hips, his hands resting on hers. He feels the room fill with the sound of her laughter, forcing his own smile to form. As their chuckles settle and Charlotte stays on top of him, resting her weight Lip thinks about how good this moment is. Her hands falling softly into his curls, fingers running through his curls, sheâs looking down at him with an expression he doesnât think heâs ever seen before. He wants more of it. He loves it.
Itâs not even sexual, this moment, him rubbing his thumbs along her hips where her shirt had ridden up and her pants lowâŠokay maybe itâs a little sexual. Heâs still a man and this hot girl was sitting her ass on his dick, heâs not a saint. But it wasnât about how badly he wants to fuck her. Even though he reallyâŠreally does.
Lip is more focused on how she wasnât punishing him. Heâd been an ass, no matter how fast he snapped out of it. And she didnât storm out. She didnât start ignoring him. She was still here. They hadnât even talked about it, but she wasnât withholding affection, or trying to distract him with sex. She was giving him soft touches. Charlotte is soft. It makes Lip want to be. Caresses over his jaw, and hair, a patient look, waiting for him to explain what was bothering him. It felt safe to.Â
âI uhâŠâ he tries, bringing his own hand up to lightly push his knuckle into her dimple, letting out a breath when she leans into his touch. âI uh, donât want you fuckinâ with anyone else, alright? I know weâre not really together or anything, and weâre doing your whole âfriendsâ thing but-â
âOkay.â Charlotte says softly. âI wonât. You wonât either, right?âÂ
Blue eyes stare up into brown and a beat passes. âI wonât.â
âYay.â she hums quietly, a gentle smile is all he gets to see before she leans down on him completely, burrowing her face into his neck, her hair tickling his skin.Â
Lip chuckles, turning his head and kissing her behind her ear and then again on the cheek before flipping them over so heâs on top of her, nudging her hands off of her face. âYeah? You shy now?â
âStop it.â
âCâmon, bunny, look at me.â he teases, leaning his forehead against hers. ââMâsorry, I still gotta ask.â
Charlotte looks up at him, biting her bottom lip. âThat was my best friend from home on the phone.â
âYeah? She okay?â
She sweeps her thumb over his cheek. âYeah,â she looks away. âHe is.â
âFuckinâ knew it.â
âAnd while Iâm being honest, we used to date.â she blurts, squeezing her eyes shut.â
âCharlotte.â he all but growls, guiding her face to look back at his. âHe know about me?â
âOf course, he does!â
âYeah?â Lip asks. When the girl nods he takes another breath before nodding, wetting his lips. âOkay.â
âGlad thatâs settled.â she smiles, pulling the blond down again so their lips can meet. A sweet exchange of kisses turns into a heated makeout as Lip feels along her body, fully settling down on top of her. He slowly drags her shirt up her sides as he starts kissing along her neck, the sound of her sighing in his ear.
Lip pushes their lips back together, groaning when she pushes her hips against his grabbing her thigh with the hand that isnât gripping the fabric of her shirt, exposing her pink bra. The two of them continue to rock against each other as he goes back to her neck, sucking on the skin and dragging it between his teeth.Â
The music from downstairs fully stops and suddenly the only noises in the room are the old bed creaking lightly under their movements, their heavy breathes, and Charlotteâs intermittent whimpers.
âLottie!â Vâs voice calls from downstairs. âCome on, weâre leaving!â
Charlotte drags Lip back to her lips, kissing him deeply one more time, giggling when he mumbles against her mouth, âno no no, stay.â
âMy daughterâs got 15 seconds to be down here before I come up there and kick your ass Gallagher!â Kev slurs, his voice booming through the house.
âIf he wakes Liam up Iâll fuckinâ kill him.â Lip jokes, climbing off of Charlotte and adjusting himself before helping her off the bed.
She pats his cheek and then holds out her hand, letting him intertwine their fingers. âHe means well. Am I,â she smiles sheepishly, âgonna see you tomorrow?â
âYeah, âcourse you are.â He grins.Â
âTwelve! Thirteen!â
âIâm coming!â she yells, smiling at Lip one last time before leaving the room.Â
Lip closes the door again, wincing when he goes to sit, looking down at his pants. âFuck.â he grunts, grabbing his stuff to shower, pausing at the door when he hearâs Kev yell, âWHAT THE FUCK IS ON YOUR FUCKING NECK?!â and deciding to just deal with his situation behind the safe, locked door of his room.
Charlotte yawns as she struggles to force herself awake, scrunching her nose up as she feels something heavy and warm on her face. âUgh, off, have to pee.â she whines, shoving Lipâs muscled arm off of her face. The man just grumbles behind her, kicking her in her butt as she stands, chuckling lowly as she squeaks before rolling over to face the other way. âDick.â
She rifles through his drawer before finding a pair of pajama pants sheâs comfortable with stealing, pulling them on and drawing the strings tight to her waist, his shirt already drooping off of her shoulder. The girl stumbles out of the room groggily, mumbling and whining to herself about being tired, going to the bathroom and then deciding to go downstairs and help get Fiona started.
This is how she spends most of her days off recently. Either waking up in the Gallagher house or waking up with a Gallagher in her bed. It has been about 3 weeks since she and Lip had decided to be exclusiveâŠfriends. Theyâve been taking things both crazily fast, and horribly slow. They talk on and off all day, spending most mornings together, and almost every night. They visit each other at work, Lip stopping by the sportâs bar whenever he can, Charlotte going to either the construction site, or the Alibi with Lip. He absolutely refuses to take her back to the college campus with him, unless college campus with him because all the guys looking at her pissed him off and frankly he was terrified of an old professor coming over and telling him what a shithead he was before he got kicked out.Â
But they were going slow. Maybe too slow for Charlotte, definitely too slow for Lip. Making out became more frequent for them. Her on his lap in Kevâs car, him on top of her in his bed, rolling their hips together on the couch. But Charlotte had drawn a line in the sand. Breaking away from his embrace and panting against his lips, âI only have sex when Iâm in a relationship. Mâsorry.â
Lip would argue that they are in one, but when he looks down into those earnest brown eyes, he canât help but try to please her. Kissing her temple and telling her, ânothing to be sorry aboutâ as he tries to shift into a position where his dick isnât pushing at her.Â
Charlotte hops down the stairs with light footsteps, starting the coffee before bending over and pulling out a pan to start making french toast, eggs and bacon.
âWell, good morning.â a voice slurs behind her.Â
Charlotte all but leaps out of her skin, screaming and whipping around, pushing herself against the counter. âOh shitâ she gasps, âFrank! When did you get back?â
âStop yelling, and pour me some coffee, will you?â The man grumbles. âWho do you belong to again?â
âGod.â she breathes, grabbing a mug. Quick footsteps come down the stairs, Mickey turning the corner and finding Charlotte in the kitchen with a dirty, disheveled Frank.
He scowls, deeply, standing between the two, âHe fuckinâ with you, princess?âÂ
âNo.â Charlotte sighs, passing Mickey and Frank both mugs. âI didnât mean to wake you. Did I wake Ian too?â
âNow,â Frank begins, âI thought you belonged to the red one.â
The two continue to ignore the older man, Mickey slipping into a seat and Charlotte starting to fry the bacon. âNah, Gallaghers can sleep through anything. Dead to the world âtil they're ready to get up. Besides, I wore his ass out.â
âUgh, Mickey!â
âWhat? Thought we were bondinâ or some shit. Lipâs sleepinâ pretty soundly up there.â
Charlotte giggles to herself, placing a finished piece of bacon on the plate, huffing when Frank snatches it before stumbling into the living room.Â
Before long Fiona comes tiredly, staggering in. Pointing at Frank laid out on the floor irritably and choosing to ignore him, stepping over his body and going into the kitchen. âMorninâ, Mr. and Mrs. Gallagher, your husbands still asleep?â
Mickey simply raises his middle finger to the girl, as Charlotte passes her the first plate. âYouâre just grumpy because youâre tired. Eat. Sleep. Iâll help out until you get up.â
Fiona offers her a sleepy smile, taking a bite of french toast. âYouâre my favorite. Tell V I was very mean to you and tried to stop you from shacking up with my brother every other night, will you.â
âIâll even fake cry.â
âToo much, sheâll kick my ass.â
A couple more minutes and the rest of the Gallagher children begin to filter down at the smell of food, Liam on Debbieâs hip, Ian sleepily dropping into the seat next to Mickey, the latter not even flinching as his boyfriendâs head falls onto his shoulder roughly.Â
Lip goes straight toward the kitchen, wrapping his arm around Charlotteâs waist and rubbing his face against her jaw before pulling her close, âKiss me.â he rasps, his voice still filled with sleep.Â
Charlotte ignores the smug smile on his face as she pushes up on her toes, pushing their lips together and obscuring them from his familyâs view with her hand, slapping Lipâs chest with the other when he squeezes her ass.Â
The younger Gallagherâs (and Fiona) boo at the sound of lips smacking and Charlotte quickly goes back to cooking as Lip flips them off, grabbing the coffee sheâd made him.Â
Everyone starts making their plates, shuffling in and out, crowding the kitchen. The space is small and the pan was already getting really hot, so itâs no wonder bacon grease pops. Lipâs eyes shoot open at the feminine yelp, Charlotteâs whimper as she clutches her hand causes him to rush back over, grabbing her wrist to inspect her hand. âDamn it, can you guys give her some damn space? Shit.â
âPhillip-â she whines, her bottom lip wobbling, âIt hurts.âÂ
The blond man sighs, pulling her over to the sink, âI know, I know, stop whining, bunny.â He turns on the cold water and watches her hand closely, instructing Carl to get ointment from upstairs and Debbie to tell V and Kev breakfast was ready. âGotta be more careful.â he winces as if itâs his own hand that had been burned.
âIs it gonna leave a mark?â she asks, eyeing the small burn.Â
âNah, itâll be okay, see?â he murmurs, pressing a kiss next to the injury.Â
Charlotteâs frown stays in place but she nods as Lip pushes his thumb into her cheek. She grumbles about helping Liam get changed and Fiona get to bed before taking two of his siblings upstairs. Lip watches her go up before taking a bite out of the bacon on his plate, going to cover hers so her food would stay hot when he feels an unwanted hand land on his shoulder.
âYouâre spoiling her son.â
Knocking Frankâs hand off, Lip grabs his own plate and Charlotteâs moving to the table. âShut the hell up, Frank.â
âYou keep acting like that and sheâll think this thing is permanent. You donât want that. Girls like that have expectations, son.â
âGod, stop talking, Frank.â Ian groans, pushing away from the table, putting his and Mickeyâs plates in the sink and gesturing for his boyfriend to follow him upstairs. âFirst shower.â
Frankâs gray brows furrow. âHe used to be so sweet before he started up with that thug. Believe me son, girls like that require too much maintenance. Cut your losses.â
âMaybe I know how to treat my woman, Frank.â Lip replies smugly, finishing off his coffee. âAnd how to get her to stick around too.âÂ
Frank recoils at the implication. âMy Monica is way more complex than your, Lottie-â
âThank God.â
âAnd-! I know women like her, they wrestle you down into the prison that is monogamy, drain your money and demand all your time in exchange for some two and a half spoiled kids, mediocre meals, and a pretty face to look at during missionary sex-â
Lip is shooting out of his seat and punching Frank in the face before his father can see him coming. He watches in disgust as Frank slumps to the floor, shaking his hand out. He turns around to see V and Kev standing in the doorway, both of them shrugging and stepping over the elderly man.
âDebbie said breakfast is ready?â
âAre you done?âÂ
Lip looks down to the half-smoked cigarette in his hand and sighs, flicking it to the ground and stepping on it. âYeah, baby.â
âKay!â she chirps, turning the corner again and smiling up at Lip expectantly.Â
Lip smirks down at her, seeing her breath in the cold air as she speaks and tugging her close, grabbing the ends of her open jacket and zipping it to her neck. âTryinâ to fuckinâ kill yourself to look cute or somethinââ
âAlan wants us to leave our jackets open when weâre out front so customers can still see our uniforms.âÂ
Lip clenches his jaw as he reminds himself he promised not to do anything to jeopardize her job again, even though he thinks he should take a bat to Alanâs car windows. âYeah fuck that, heâs not gonna be the reason you get sick.â Satisfied that heâs properly bundled her up he grabs her hand and starts walking, she only gets so long for her break. âSo uhâŠwhatâs this Christmas surprise you were so excited to give me?â
Charlotte grins in excitement, clutching her purse tighter with her free hand and shaking her head, dark ponytail bouncing from side to side. âYou have to wait until we get to the park, I wanna fully see your reaction.â
âThe park, huh? So itâs not you naked with only a bow? Because I told you not to get me anything other than that.â
She rolls her eyes, nudging his shoulder. âYou got me something. And wonât let me have it until Christmas dayâŠâ
âYeah, well Iâm supposed to.â He says, âWould you still want me if I didnât get you a Christmas present?â he jokes.
Charlotte tucks her head down a little as they cross into the park. âYes.â she says quietly.
Lip pauses, pulling her to a stop and looking at her. I know, he thinks, leaning in and biting her cheek lightly, rolling his eyes at her dramatic âowâ. âStop being so fuckinâ cute then.âÂ
As they sit on the bench, Charlotteâs energy shifts, she faces him, looking nervous. âOkay, so thereâs a good gift, and then news you might not love.âÂ
âOkay.â He says, sitting and waiting patiently.
Charlotte produces two white envelopes from her purse, one with a red bow on the top and the other plain, holding them both in front of Lip. âPresentâ she says, waving the one with the bow, âNeutral news.â she waves the other. âPick which one you want first.â
âAre you red pill blue pilling my ass?â he chuckles.
âWhat? What the hell is that?â
âNothing baby, lemme get the bad news first. Might as well get it over with-â He pauses when she snatches the plain envelope away.
âSorry, I got nervous. Open the good one.â she hands him the envelope with the bow, her smile returning as she watches him rip it open and two slips of paper fall out. âTada!â
Lip turns one of the pieces of paper over, reading it closely, his eyebrows shooting up. Chicago Museum of Science and Industry. His mouth opens and closes as he tries to find the words to express how he feels, failing miserably.Â
The Chicago Museum of Science. 12 years ago, a teacher had summoned Monica and Frank to the school, begging them to stimulate his brain more. Theyâd told them that he was incredibly bright. Genius level under the right development. That maybe heâd be less destructed if he was challenged more intellectually. That the process starts in the home. His parentâs egos had been stroked and so they were pretty fuckinâ excited to announce in the bar they had him and Fiona sleeping in that night that their son was a, in Frankâs words, âgoddamned genius who can think circles around you drunk peons and would use his big ass brain to think them out of the hoodâ. They saw an ad about the museum in a newspaper outside and declared they were going to take him. Lip had been excited to say the least. They got him up, got him ready and took him to the bus stop. Where they got high, got into a fight, walked off and forgot Lip for hours. He waited and waited and waited. Fiona eventually came and got him. She rubbed his head that night, telling him it was okay to cry, Daddy wasnât home yet to see him. Except Lip didnât feel like crying. He was angry, at fucking Frank. At Monica. At his fucking self for thinking he was going to that stupid fucking awesome museum. Itâs not like they hadnât spent the ticket money that teacher gave them because theyâd believed in him so goddamned much on drugs anyway.
Now, 12 years later, Charlotte was rewriting memories for him without even knowing.Â
âI know youâre probably way more advanced in all that science-y stuff than the exhibits here, but some of it looks interesting. And before you say anything it didnât cost a lot and I already got Kev to agree to let us use his car but you have to drive because for some reason he doesnât trust me to and I have to work a couple shifts at The Alibi for free but thatâs okay-â
I love you.
Lipâs eyes widen in panic as that thought goes through his mind. He canâtâŠthatâs notâŠhe canât think that. Not yet.
He immediately tries to distract himself, pulling Charlotte into a deep kiss that only makes the thought swirl in his mind on repeat. When he finally lets her catch her breath, he cups her cheeks again, looking at her intensely. âThank you, bunny. I loveâŠI love it.â
She smiles widely at him, her cheeks still mushed in his hands, âWeâre going at the end of the week. Itâs gonna be so fun, Phillip.â
âYeah it fuckinâ is, shit, I gotta get another brochure so we can see the cool shit.â
âAw, youâre such a planner.â she teases, squeaking when he pulls her legs over his lap and tugs her closer.Â
âOkay, now gimme the other one.â he says, a small smile still on his face.
Charlotte bites her lip, clutching the other envelope. âItâs gonna kill the mood.â
âI thought you said itâs neutral news.â
âItâs good but bad, but not that bad. Hey-â Charlotte tries to snatch the envelope back as Lip snatches it, turning away and blocking her hands as she tries to grab it back. âPhillip-â
âMight as well get it over with.â he says, tearing at the paper, pulling out another folded piece of paper. âYou better not have gotten me anything else.â Lip laughs, unfolding the paper and beginning to read. Charlotte shifts uncomfortably under the silence.
âPhillip?â she tries, leaning forward trying to catch his eyes, but theyâre glued to the paper. âPhillip.â
âItâs uh,â he clears his throat, reading the paper again as if it was the most complex reading heâs ever done. âA plane ticket to Virginia.â
âYeah, but see, itâs set after when weâll go to the museum.â
âYeah almost right fuckinâ after.â hurt fills his blue eyes as he shakes his head in disbelief. Charlotteâs stomach clenches at the look on his face.Â
âKev and V helped me pay for the rest of it. Iâm gonna get to see my parents.â she says in a small voice.
âOkay,â he says incredulously. âBut why is it a fucking one-way?â
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IAN GALLAGHER
SHAMELESS (2011 - 2021)
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âI love you. It means we take care of each other. It means thick and thin, good times, bad, sickness, health, all that shit.â â Mickey Milkovich
#shameless#thegallaghers#shamelessus#showtime#shamelessshowtime#chicago#southside#iangallagher#iangallagheredit#ian#iangallagherart#cameronmonaghan#gallavich#mickeymilkovich#milkovich#mickeyfanart#mickeymilkovichedit#noelfisher#fanart#art#procreate#digitalart#digitalillustration#portrait#icantdrawfaces#facelessart#facelessdesigns#design#faceless#portraitart
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I canât figure out who eyes are more intoxicating đ„°đ Omgg Cillian Murphyâs eyes are a dream but then Jeremy Allen Whiteâs eyes make me dream.
I canât pick cause I can stare into both of their eyes ALLDAY LONG! Gorgeous men.
#handsome#the bear fx#the bear#jeremy allen white#carmy berzatto#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#peaky blinders#lip gallgher#showtime shameless#these two men are a dreamđ„°#goregous men#blue eyes
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Sexiest pic of Jeremy Allen White đ€€đ„°â€ïž
#jeremy allen white#handsome#the bear#the bear fx#carmy berzatto#perfection#lipgallagher#showtime shameless
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Shameless - Showtime - January 9, 2011 - April 11, 2021
Comedy Drama (134 Episodes)
Running Time: 60 minutes
Stars:
William H. Macy as Frank Gallagher
Emmy Rossum as Fiona Gallagher (seasons 1â9)
Justin Chatwin as Steve Wilton / Jimmy Lishman (seasons 1â3; special guest season 4; recurring season 5)
Ethan Cutkosky as Carl Gallagher
Shanola Hampton as Veronica "V" Fisher
Emma Kenney as Debbie Gallagher
Jeremy Allen White as Philip "Lip" Gallagher
Cameron Monaghan as Ian Gallagher
Noel Fisher as Mickey Milkovich (seasons 3â5, 10â11; recurring seasons 1â2, 7; special guest seasons 6 and 9)
Joan Cusack as Sheila Jackson (seasons 1â5)
Chloe Webb as Monica Gallagher (season 1-5)
Laura Slade Wiggins as Karen Jackson (seasons 1â2; recurring season 3)
Zach McGowan as Jody Silverman (season 3; recurring season 2)
Emma Greenwell as Mandy Milkovich (seasons 3â4; recurring season 2; special guest seasons 5â6) (Jane Levy played Mandy for six episodes of season 1)
Jake McDorman as Mike Pratt (season 4; recurring season 3)
Emily Bergl as Sammi Slott (seasons 7â8; guest season 3; recurring seasons 4â6)
Richard Flood as Ford Kellogg (season 9; recurring season 8)
Christian Isaiah as Liam Gallagher (seasons 9â11; recurring season 8)
Kate Miner as Tami Tamietti (seasons 10â11; recurring season 9)
#Shameless#TV#Showtime#2000's#Comedy Drama#William H Macy#Emmy Rosssum#Justin Chatwin#Ethan Cutkosky#Shanola Hampton#Steve Howey#Emma Kenney#Cameron Monaghan#Jeremy Allen White#Joan Cussack
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Ian and Mickey, Shameless
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Ian Gallagher from season 1 of Shameless US version. 15 years old.
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Yess Iâm the same way đđI know Lip would be so erked after he warns me not to laugh because whatever issue we are discussing is super serious đđ©
I feel like lip would actually get pissed at me 24/7 cause I laugh at everything đ
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Shameless (2011-2021)
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nah fr the best written tv couple ever
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Noel Fisher as Mickey Milkovich in Shameless icons
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