#so he can pet the dog while Terry pets him

[zappedbyzabka]

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[earthchica]

sweetest things

terry richmond x black fem! reader

summary: After losing the love of your life, you've been hesitant to open your heart to someone new, but that might change when you meet Terry, your next-door neighbor.

warning: FLUFF, strangers to friends, dog lovers, mention of death, grief, falling in love again, kissing, pet names { baby girl & more }

note: I genuinely enjoy writing, sweet Terry, and I see some of you do, too. So here's another one... this might be a mini-series, idk! Please, enjoy!

{ part two }

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You recently moved back to your hometown and just settled into a new, comfortable starter home with your Bernese Mountain Dog, Zeke.

You were in the middle of unpacking when Zeke made a muffled bark to get your attention.

You turned your gaze towards him, and he was sitting in front of you, tail wagging furiously with his leash gripped his mouth firmly,

Indicating he was eager for a walk, you smiled at him before checking the time and decided you two could benefit from a walk.

You've been spending so much time cooped up in the house, trying to make it feel cozy and welcoming.

You feel the urge to explore the new neighborhood, so you put on some shoes, grab your keys and bag, and secure Zeke onto his leash before heading out.

The lovely neighborhood park contained a lively playground filled with children's laughter.

A dining area with picnic tables next to a lake where ducks swam and a dog park where dogs romped in the open spaces.

Once you unhooked Zeke from the leash, his tail wagged eagerly as he approached a group of dogs in the park.

His playful nature and sweet demeanor were evident, but he also displayed a sense of readiness to protect himself.

The sun shone as you sat on the wooden bench, your trusty bag by your side.

You were immersed in a captivating book, stealing glances now and then to ensure Zeke was still within your sight.

Your head lifted from the pages when you noticed him meandering to someone on another bench.

"Come here, Zeke." You called but he did not listen and dashed towards the man seated in the distance.

You quickly rose from your seat, hastily gathered your belongings, and dashed after him.

As you caught up with Zeke, you witnessed a man petting him softly.

The guy softly utters, "Hey," with a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm so sorry," You apologized, making yourself known. The man raised his gaze, and you found yourself locked in a gaze with his striking, grayish-blue eyes.

Your eyes widened in awe at the sight of his strikingly handsome features—his tall, muscular frame, captivating eyes, full lips, and caramel-brown complexion.

"It’s all good! I'm Terry," he said with a friendly smile, extending his large hand.

You took his hand to shake and introduced yourself with your name.

"And this is Zeke. He loves meeting new people and being playful."

"I could tell! if you hadn't shown up, I would have been tempted to steal him," He said with a chuckle, and you giggled in response.

"Oh...nah...He's my baby. You'll have to fight me," You said playfully while gently scratching under Zeke's chin, his tail wagging happily.

Terry chuckles again but softly. It sounds warm and genuine. You don't know why, but it makes your heart flutter.

"I feel ya. I just rescued a dog named Nala...not too long ago. She's brought a lot of joy into my life."

"Really? Where is she?" You asked, curious as you scanned the area for his dog.

He calls over a golden retriever, the epitome of cuteness. You crouched down, gazing at her, before asking.

"Oh, she's so cute. Can I pet her?"

“Sure.” He responded with a smile, nodding in approval.

"Hi, sweetie," you cooed as the adorable dog wagged her tail playfully and joyfully.

With a cheerful skip, she runs over to play with Zeke.

“I'm guessing you two are new around here, huh?” He asked, politely gesturing for you to take a seat.

You eagerly sat beside him on the bench, happy to be in his company.

"Um, kind of to neighborhood, yes. The state, No. I was born and raised here proudly by my mom," you exhale deeply, feeling a little nervous at his gaze.

Get yourself together, girl. He is just a man.

“Oh...that's what's up.” He said admiringly.

“Um…how about you, Terry?” You asked with a smile, slightly turning your body towards him.

“Well...I moved here about a year ago after losing someone close. I guess I needed a fresh start.” His reply was honest.

“Oh…I’m sorry for your loss. I've lost someone close too,” you said, lightly touching his shoulder.

You and Terry talked for hours until you realized it was getting late. If possible, you would have spent an entire day conversing with him.

Terry kindly offered to accompany you back to your place, using the time to learn more about you through the walk.

Upon reaching your front door, you slowly turned to face him, a genuine smile spreading.

"Thanks for walking me home, Terry. It was nice talking and meeting you and Nala," you said.

"Of course…It was very nice meeting you and Zeke here," He says with a smile.

The air crackled with tension as you both locked eyes for what felt like an eternity.

His gaze flickered away briefly, and then he cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"I'll see ya around," His words were accompanied by a soft smile directed at you.

"See ya around," You said, eyes fixated on him as he sauntered away, gently tugging Nala along. She glanced back at you and Zeke, her tail swaying happily.

Much to your surprise, you discover he resides just across the street from you.

You knew that was gonna be a problem; you didn't need to get close to someone, and you didn't need the guilt of moving on haunting.

After the devastating loss of your fiancé, you thought that you would never be able to open your heart to another.

You attempted to avoid Terry and keep your distance, but his kindness and genuine care drew you in.

You've ended up spending a lot of time getting to know Terry, whether it be over doggy playdates at the park or cooking delicious dinners together.

Terry shared how he was an ex-marine. He also talked about the tragic loss of his cousin, Mike, and how he exposed the corrupt system in Shelby Springs and successfully won the case.

Then you opened up about your past, including the loss of your fiance and your work as a teacher.

When you spoke about your late fiancé, Terry was incredibly comforting and kind, genuinely touching.

Every interaction with Terry felt genuinely comfortable. He was easy to talk to and willing to listen, and spending time with him was incredible.

You found yourself falling for him, which terrified you. You tried to plant doubt in your mind to halt the growing feelings, but you couldn't.

You were surprised that an amazing man like Terry hadn't been snatched up by a woman yet.

He was definitely husband material. You disconnected from your thoughts as you made your way to his house.

Your heart quickened with anticipation as you walked across the street to his front door.

You knocked, waiting for him to swing the door open with a big grin, ready to say something goofy that would inevitably make you giggle like a schoolgirl.

However, this time, things seemed different. As the door swung open, revealing his unexpected presence, your jaw fell in surprise.

Terry stood there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, using a smaller one to dry his head.

The towel hung provocatively low on his hips, and you couldn't help but stare at his well-defined chest and chiseled six-pack abs.

Damn! Stop, he's your friend.

"You're early," he remarked, pulling you out of your reverie. You gazed at him, bemused, as he casually slung the small towel around his neck.

"Say what?" you asked.

With a chuckle, he remarked, "You're early. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."

"I am?" You checked the time on your Apple Watch and realized you were over an hour early.

Looking up at Terry, you noticed a hint of amusement in his expression.

"Well, since you're already here, come on in," He says, moving to the side to let you in and entering his house, sweet Nala greets you with a wagging tail and joyful barks.'"

"Hi, sweet girl," You greeted her with a joyful expression as you bent down.

You then lovingly rubbed her head with both hands. She scanned the area, hoping to glimpse Zeke.

"Sorry, Nala. Zeke isn't with me tonight; he's spending time with my mama," you said, leaning in to place a kiss on her head.

Terry stood still, his gaze fixed on the captivating scene before him. He had never encountered anyone like you—your sweetness, thoughtfulness, intelligence, and beauty.

His feelings for you were growing steadily, and he yearned for the day when he could openly share these feelings with you, hoping that you would reciprocate.

"Terry…Terry?" Your gentle and soft voice jolted Terry out of his thoughts.

"Yeah?" He inquired with a puzzled expression, clearing his throat as he looked directly at you.

"You good?" you asked, looking at him with genuine concern.

"Yeah...Yeah. I'm good. Imma get dressed" Terry's words were barely out of his mouth before he swiftly ascended the stairs, leaving you no time to respond.

"What was that all about?" You asked, looking down at Nala, who appeared just as perplexed as you were.

With a nonchalant shrug, you went to the kitchen with her casually.

"So what are we cooking tonight?" Terry entered the kitchen with a soft, charming smile.

The confidence in his snug white T-shirt accentuates his body.

"I thought I'd make dinner for you tonight," You said, bustling about the kitchen, gathering ingredients and utensils to prepare the meal.

"But we always cook together," He said, moving over to you. You felt your heart flutter with his every move.

"I know...but I've been dying to make you my mom's famous fried fish and mac and cheese. I know you would love it. So let me, please."

"Okay, okay...baby girl. Do ya thang then?" He said with a smirk before making his way into the living room with Nala.

After finishing the meal and elegantly plating the food, you eagerly anticipated Terry's first bite.

"Is it good, Terry?" You inquired with a look of curiosity on your face as you poured yourself some wine.

He makes a sound that does something to you. "It's…so good. You did great job"

"Thank you!" You laughed heartily, lifting your fork and beginning to savor the delicious food on your plate.

As the evening progressed, you both enjoyed a delightful dinner and lighthearted banter accompanied by glasses of wine.

By the time you reached for your third glass, you could feel the pleasant effects of the wine, and a gentle sense of tipsiness began to set in.

You can't stop laughing at Terry's shocked expression.

"You playing with me, right....you've never heard of this famous song by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell?"

"I've heard of Marvin Gaye but not this song..." You nonchalantly remarked with a casual shrug, then lifted the glass to your lips for another sip of your wine.

"Nah...come on, baby girl." He rises from the comfortable couch, leaving you perplexed.

"What?" you inquired, delicately setting your wine glass down on the coffee table before turning your gaze towards him.

"Dance with me," With a warm smile on his face, he extends his hand towards you. You reciprocate the smile and gently clasp his hand in yours.

You two danced around the living room, laughing. Terry began to sing playfully every lyric to you, which put a wide smile on your face.

He slowly stopped and looked at you with those eyes that you came to.....love?

"You know...these past months with you have been so amazing for me. I-I....baby girl, you've made me feel things I didn't even know existed. I love being around and talking to you; your smile and your laugh make my heart smile....." He laughs before continues

"Your kindness to others...how you help people without a thought. I'm drawn to that, I'm drawn to you....I'm falling hard for you...baby" He confessed.

His beautiful words rendered you speechless. Silence fell between you two, the only sound being the music from the radio in the kitchen.

Thoughts of doubt and fear overwhelmed you, becoming too much to handle.

"Terry, I-" You said softly, looking away for a second.

"Shhh...it's okay. I just wanted to tell you," Moving closer to you, he leans in and gazes deeply into your eyes with his captivating grayish-blue eyes.

Your gaze travels up to meet his eyes and lips. You part your lips to speak but press them against his instead.

His lips felt incredibly soft and tasted sweet, leaving a lingering sensation of tenderness and warmth.

Terry pulled you closer, responding to the moment with his arms encircling your waist.

His touch sent shivers down your spine as you gently touched his neck.

The sensation of kissing him was so incredibly passionate that it seemed almost intoxicating.

The tender embrace of the kiss possessed the extraordinary ability to transport one to a state of pure euphoria.

Slowly, both of you pulled away from each other. You two stood there for a few minutes, mind blown by the kiss.

You found your voice again.

"I-I should go," You were about to make your way toward the door, but Terry held you tight, halting your movements.

"You don't have to, baby girl?" His words were spoken softly as he gently caressed your cheek.

"No, I do. I'm sorry, Terry," you responded with a quick comeback, swiftly slipping out of his grasp and exiting.

[slashers-sister]

What if you just kidnapped adopted an animal?

How would your brothers react?

TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE AS YOUR FAMILY LETS GOOOOOO

(I FORGOT, MARTHA IS THE CHICKEN 👆)

(Don't worry, I'll write more later, I'm just lazy and it takes a while for things to flow, you can request stuff if you want👍)

Note:

No animal death! Roadkill mentioned, but not actual descriptions of animals dying of your wondering!

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Drayton

(Raccoon/trash panda)

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Goodness. You are practically begging your older brother day and night. He's getting annoyed. The twins used to do the same thing. Quit givin' him flashbacks of the twins annoying the hell out of him!!

"Sister, Darlin', the only ray of sunshine on this god forsaken farm. Please. We are not getting a dog."

"I don' want a dog! Brother please he's right-"

"For fucks sake I said no!"

"...right outside."

"What?"

Then you showed your lovely little friend. 'Bark'. He was caught in a trap, and had been cowering in fear. All the loud noises scared the poor raccoon kit. Man you definitely scared the crap out of bark at first!..

N' till you fed it. Then he disregarded everything, you where so sweet!

"Kiddo. Please explain how you.. no, don't. I don't even wanna know. Please understand we CAN'T keep it. So don't name-"

"His name is bark."

~Long pause of silence.~

"...yer gonna whine and cry till I say we can keep it, aren't ya?"

"He likes blueberries."

"I'll take that as a yes."

Well, unannounced to you, that's no longer just your raccoon. He grows fond of it. It'll help him collect eggs out of the chicken coop.. it's definitely quite a nice cooking buddy.

Drayton even made him a little hat for Halloween, Drayton had to sew up everyone's clothes every once in a while. You of course helped make the little tie.

Yes, that's right. A little red tie.. and tiny chef hat.

Drayton made sure that little chef hat fit perfectly.

He had help around the kitchen, surprisingly Bark was quite a helpful boy. He would understand the difference between words. Sadly often getting sugar and salt confused, there both white, give him a break.

He doesn't mind Martha, including even stealing an egg for her to try and hatch. And even went outside to steal some berries for her.

Bark was a bit of a thief, sometimes you'd get little presents.. Nubbins knife.. Maybe one of Chop-Top's CDs.. Drayton's favorite ladle.. definitely has stolen knives and other sharp objects for you to use.

Bark was treated like a little prince, being snuck little food scraps.. either from you or Drayton. And it sure didn't mind eating human, heck. When you got a bit older, he screeched when someone got inside the house.. 'How dare they get inside the house!! Who the fuck are you! FUCKING OUT YOU- oh hi Chop-Top!!' kind of attitude.

Have you thought about putting him in a show about raccoon cooking? Yes.

Was it made up by you?

Yes.

Will you admit that? Probably not.

Of course, you see Bark as not only your best friend, but your pet.. you both get in trouble equally.

Bark was definitely part of the family now, the most protected 'coon in all of Texas.

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Chop-Top & Nubbins

(Coyote.. except there's 4.)

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Well. Their plans where definitely.. cut short? No ruined in all honesty. You where outside at 2 am, feeding your new friends. Your new dogs.

..You mistook them as dogs.

Or maybe you refused to think they where anything else.. I mean they where so friendly!

You named them already. Josie, Cutler, Terry, and Michael. You know Josie has a cut in her ear, and Cutler had strawberry blonde fur, and white paws. Terry was the definition of midnight. You could only see his eyes. And Michael was named Michael because of those.. black beady eyes. How cute.

..Who would've guessed they eat human. Scavengers to the fullest.

Meanwhile, Chop-Top and Nubbins where planning to sneak out, probably to go mess some shit up, and make someone's day tomorrow horrible. By accident they caught you taking care of your four.. dogs. Oops?

"W-what the ff-uck are you doing up at t-two am?!" Nubbins said, half-yelling half-whispering.

"Uh.. well.. uhm.." you said quietly. the coyotes began growling. They haven't met the twins or any of your family yet.

Chop-Top immediately tried to get to you, thinking the coyotes where growling at you. Cutler snapped at him.

Chop-Top grabbed the coyote by the scruff of its neck.. you calmed down Josie, Terry, and Michael. And immediately grabbed Cutler out of Chop-Top's hands!

"The hell?! It was growlin' at you! What the fuck are ya doin'?" Chop-Top said.. man if the commotion didn't wake up Drayton, the yelling would.

"Cutler wasn't growling at me! They're not used to you guys.. this is why I feed em' in the mornin'..

"Y-.. you w-what. How l-l-long have ya been d-doin' this?!"

Nubbins was extremely confused, wouldn't they have realized this by now? They're pretty damn smart.. then again they did eat tide pods as a kid so.

"Well, Terry was first, than Cutler, then Michael, than Josie, and I think-"

"Ya fuckin' named em?" Chop-Top said, almost confused. There where 4, how could you remember all of them? "A-and how long have you b-been f-f-feeding them?!" Nubbins said after a second..

'Jeez, gimme time to answer'.. ya thought.

After a moment of calming down the coyotes, you said, "Well.. It's been a few months.. and I did name them. ~You explained how you told them apart.~ and I feed them because they gimme little things!"

You showed the twins your other bracelet. You had two, one you and your family shared, the teeth bracelet Nubbins made everyone, and your other one, it was old, and had little feathers, beads, some string, and a few other things on it.

"Ya realize Drayton is gonna have your ass- ~Nubbins elbowed him really hard, they are trying to curse less, plus having a baby sister made them all sort of realize they need to have a less "fuck around and find out" attitude.. you where their only sister.~ I mean.. your gonna get in trouble when Drayton finds out."

"If he finds out."

Yep, definitely their sister.

"What? What do you mean 'if'?"

"If. If he finds out."

The twins kind of stare at ya. Wow. You take after them a scary amount.. That's a bad thing. At least for Drayton.

Immediately you pull them over to the spot under your window, which is where your coyotes decides to mostly hide off too.. you had put a bunch of brush in the way to hide them. You kept showing them your coyotes.. Josie really liked Chop-Top! And Michael really liked Nubbins! Of course Terry and Cutler were not as happy that the twins are well. Your brothers.

But they still didn't bite them. The twins shared all the times they captured animals.. and tried to keep them as pets. Surprisingly only 2 out of the 9 died of starvation. Drayton had made them take the animals back out.. but the twins were going to keep these coyotes.

If that includes getting hit with a broom, or depending potentially shot, so fucking be it. Granted they won't get shot, Drayton loves them even if he hates them at the same time. But your partly the unspoken favorite like Bubba.

In the morning, well. Shit. Shit indeed. Drayton was pissed. Obviously.

Too bad, ya are keepin' the coyotes.

And he of course asks how you'll feed them..

You take them to the barn you are pulling your older brother along sort of forcefully, to show that they'll follow you anywhere.. and come out with an arm, and fucking YEET that shit across the yard.

(Excuse my 2018 language)

And everycoyote went after it! Josie needed some assurance that yes, you can go get it, but they did! And man! Did they tear that arm up. They where scavengers, they were hungry. And they brought you back the simi-clean bone.

Bubba was honestly giddy about the whole situation, signing "They are just like dogs"

You got to go to town that day! The coyotes stayed in the bed of the truck, and sat peacefully. You got them all collars.. and food bowls.

The twins got to help pick out the tags for them! You picked out a star for Terry, a heart for Michael, and the twins picked a flower shape for Cutler, and a plain circle for Josie. Cutler got a dark blue color, Josie got a pink color, Michael got red, and Terry got green.

It was a nice day. And an even nicer day when you got back to the farm, to show you can practically sick your little puppers on victims.

Nubbins favorite picture is still you, his twin, Drayton, Bubba, and the puppers over a freshly dead body, laughing as the coyotes destroy the victims face.

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Bubba

(He signs, I just make it dramatic)

(Snake)

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You'd think he had a heart attack when you came in with your snake.

No no, it's not that's it is a snake.

The problem is that it's a cottonmouth.

Wrapped around your throat.

After a moment you heard thundering steps you guessed it was either a REALLY pissed off Drayton', or one happy Bubba. Ya hoped it was the second one. He ran up to you signing quickly. Almost too quick to understand.

"Are you okay? Do you need me to pull it off?! Why do you even have it?!"

You couldn't make out the 17 other questions.

"No, no, Snappy isn't choking me, he's actually quite sweet!"

Spoiler, you've taken care of this snake for 3 or 4 weeks. Naming him included. You thought Snappy was a good name because of how he would snap at you when he first saw you.

"You named it? Why? Why is it wrapped around your throat?"

"Because he got tired, and I move a lot faster than him. Plus I wanted to get him some water."

"What"

His confusion is obviously known, and a bit funny. You explained you found Snappy trapped and almost being eaten by a few owls. Those owls became lovely stuffing for pillows, and now you have a cottonmouth that won't leave you alone.

Bubba did not trust this snake whatsoever. What if it hurts you? It's a snake. He literally had to throw them across the yard like a bad Frisbee.

Snappy liked him tho! Throughout the day Bubba tried to stand near and close to you. Snappy kept thinking that was an invitation to keep trying to crawl on his shoulder.

Haha. No.

He was holding himself from throwing it. Technically everyone was. Especially Chop-Top. Man he hated snakes. Especially after time in Vietnam.

Drayton said it wasn't allowed on the floor, near any food, and nowhere near Grandpa. And especially not anywhere it can cause trouble!

Nubbins was indifferent. It's. A snake. Yippers.

Get it far away from him this instant.

Chop-Top was 🤏 close to finding a new creative way to plan a snakes murder.

Grandpa used to have to deal with snakes all the time, he ain't excited. As long as you're happy tho.

Throughout the next few days it kept slithering towards Bubba. Snappy really likes Bubba in general.

You are so lucky he's your brother. He would've killed it by now if not. Snappy and Bubba got along better after a while.. Snappy was a nice company while chopping up bodies.

It's not like you had too many people to scare with your new snake. Snappy really likes human tho. You had a few bites on your arms, not deep, but the poor boy accidentally did bite a bit hard. Ya should've fed him breakfast!!

Bubba wasn't always within your vision.. none of your brothers were. You often fend for yourself, it ain't too hard, if ya need food ya just go inside and take whatever is in the fridge.

So having a friend was nice, And Snappy loves you, otherwise he would've bitten you and your brothers in their sleep.

That would be a lovely lecture in hell as you get bitched out by Drayton for letting Snappy bite everyone >:(

So you may or may not have gotten him a cage- well sort of. Kennel. One of the old ones in the house when you guys used to have a dog.

Snappy acted like a dog, tail wagging included.

(more like half of his lower body?)

Your brothers were a little worried that your lack of human interaction was taking a toll on you, you already talked to yourself a lot.. and sometimes accidentally answered yourself! And now they can't tell if you're talking to Snappy, or yourself.

Drayton and Bubba, heck even the twins surprisingly were able to teach you some things,

Usually you'd rather run around and help around the farm, not learn. Cannibal children are feral, ya can't do much to keep them contained.

They are lucky they scared you enough to wear shoes! You didn't want to step on a scorpion.

With the few things they taught you, you made many hats for your snake. Snappy wore each one with pride.

Your favorite is the little plushy knife Bubba helped you make for Snappy. Snappy indeed loves it too!

Everyone slowly warmed up to Snappy. Including Bubba. Who now carried him around like a little ball of spaghetti.

He secretly fed him scraps off of the butchering table.

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Bonus:

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Grandpa

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Nope, get it out of the house.

No butts, get that ------ out of the house now.

Don't make him get your older brothers.

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The END WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TOOK ME TOO LONG TO WRITE THIS

Am I proud of it? Yep

Am I sad I lost all my ideas for Drayton? Yes.

Thank you for reading regardless! <3

[daisyachain]

Rictor and Shatterstar’s status quo has come out of such a long game of telephone that it’s interesting to try and consider what different readings could make of them.

Focusing on Rictor: the word-of-god on his sexuality has been PAD, who cares so little about characters outside of the og X-Factor and forces his own pet plots so unilaterally into continuity that you can basically ignore anything he says. As everyone and their dog ignored his Shatterstar and Rahne characterizations.

That leaves him in an interesting area where he’s been word-of-god-ed as ‘idk probably homosexual’ by a man who notably is a piece of shit and doesn’t care about previous writers’ work. There is space for later comic writers to try and rationalize his work on Rictor the way that, I regret to say, Howard and Williams did successfully rehabilitate Shatterstar. Now IMO the XFI Rictor is a good, interesting characterization and that’s mostly by accident of PAD’s snarky male archetype (‘snarketype’) mapping on to some parts of Rictor that had already been established. That doesn’t mean we should take that book as law, though.

From the start: Rictor is defined by anxiety/negativity/self-hatred/clear trauma/undefined mental illness and an instinct for leadership. Simonson writes him as a big brother type, acting as a leader for the new half of the New Mutants while Sam and Dani lead the ogs. He’s not without his deadpan humour, but he’s not particularly snarky the way that Boom-Boom is. His biggest role in New Mutants is in the Rahne-Rictor-Tabs love triangle, where Tabitha comes to like him as a sensible, sensitive non-threatening guy and Rahne looks to him as a comforting protector-type. Rictor ends up with Rahne in an off-panel twist.

That is to say: Rictor’s most important relationships are with girls throughout his first phase. In fact, he doesn’t have any unique dynamic with a guy…at all…until Liefeld decides that Stryfe killed his father. Then nothing after that. He’s an emotional character who reads as a big-brother type and meshes well with the two female characters from rough families who want some stability in their lives. The actual romance between him and Rahne is hampered by the time crunch, but it seems like he’s drawn to her as someone he can protect. For the same reason, he doesn’t pick up on Tabs’ affections because he thinks of her as independent—even his protector. In other words, we have Rictor dating a naive redhead with an extremist worldview who imprints on him, for whom he chooses to leave the team at some point.

Liefield and/then Nicieza’s Rictor takes a bit of a turn from Simonson’s into more macho territory. His emotionality and tendency to bail manifests as anger rather than fear, getting prickly about small-scale things while staying a sensible team-oriented type. In a few critical panels, he’s a tertiary leader when Sam/Terry/the adults aren’t around and he’s usually one to jeep the team together. This Rictor is still fond of Rahne, though they’ve broken up, and he’s pursuing Tabitha now that she no longer has feelings for him. This comes out of nowhere and is as literally forced as it is awkward—one rejection from Boomer and they never speak of it again. Why does Rictor turn to her now, other than that Rahne’s gone? Unclear. Nicieza also writes Rictor as a bit of a ladies’ man, flirting with one of the New Warriors (Namora…?) and dancing with the club girls. That’s a trait that jars with Simonson’s nervous teen, but it’s not inconceivable. Rictor’s only relationships are ambiguously romantic friendships with two girls, why wouldn’t he be comfortable chatting them up with no strings attached?

The game of Telephone starts here. Niecieza realizes that he’s not doing anything ongoing with Rictor or Shatterstar, so he quickly pairs them up for an issue or two to finish Rictor’s arc about Stryfe/Cable and then start an arc for Shatterstar. Sticking to Simonson’s characterization, he has Rictor act as an older brother figure while adding Nicieza-style snark Nicieza happens to play with the idea of Shatterstar’s alien appearance on a city street right before his book gets handed over to Loeb. So History is made.

At this point, Rictor and Rahne have a fond relationship that drifted apart, Rictor and Tabs have an awkward intense friendship that got wrecked by Rictor’s inexplicable advances in an apparent desperate play to thwart Sam, Rictor has started to mentor Shatterstar just like he did with Rahne. Rictor’s as volatile as always, but he flips to anger over anxiety.

Then Loeb picks up the book. He reads Nicieza’s last issue and thinks it’s kinda gay, and he’s also got a new agenda that doesn’t mesh with Nicieza’s slice-of-life book. He quickly writes Rictor out with some heavy closet-coding and writes a gay arc for Shatterstar, bringing Rictor back in the position of a love interest. I truly don’t think Loeb thought about Rictor for more than five minutes. Rictor’s sexuality is viewed entirely through the lens of Shatterstar’s crush; it’s not really relevant whether he returns Shatterstar’s feelings, it’s only relevant that Shatterstar loses him and gets him back as the bookends to his arc. Rictor inhabits the same reliable-but-independent space in Loeb’s writing as Nicieza’s, less emotionally torn than in Simonson’s.

Aside: Age of Apocalypse happens somewhere here and Rictor is an evil Grand Vizier with no apparent personality traits. Oh well!

Moore then comes onboard at another critical transitional time and writes the two least-developed characters out of the book. Oops, that’s Rictor and Shatterstar! They’re written out together and so the characters canonically leave together—thus tying their fates to one another. Rictor now is at the point where he’s left the team, all his friends and connections, on his own hero’s quest and he brings along one devoted companion. I’m sure that Moore and Loeb don’t remember Rahne and barely remember he was involved with Tabitha. Rictor and Shatterstar are bound together by fate as the two minor characters. When they go on their big Mexican vacation, it’s easy to read Rictor as a young straight guy with a good heart and sympathy for the outcast. It’s also not hard to read him as a kid who dated one naive teammate who looked up to him and is now close to another, a bisexual teenager who had an inkling at the start of Loeb’s run and has finally accepted it.

Then, the two guys remain off-panel except for that one Shatterstar VS Domino fight (Moore) in which Rictor plays damsel to Shatterstar—again, Shatterstar’s feelings are in focus while Rictor’s are ambiguous.

The nail in the coffin comes with the one the only 1999 Annual, where Nicieza comes back and…doubles down on Loeb(+Moore)’s subtext. Rather than sticking to his own macho flirt take on the character, Niecieza implies that the two are sleeping together and has Rictor exchange the more domestic lines in their banter. Where Rictor was a plausibly deniable straight crush for poor Shatterstar in the past, Nicieza writes them as steady partners in the space of a few panels. Rictor is gay or bisexual when we enter the great drought of the aughts (only seven years but well. That’s too many).

XFI then comes along and resets the status quo. Liefeld’s godawful miniseries had broken up the happy couple without giving a mention to Ric, so David creates his own version that continues Simonson’s emotionally harrowed (is that a correct usage?) Rictor with some of Nicieza’s sense of humour. This version is tied to the team by his friendships with Terry and Rahne, continuing the trend of Rictor being closest to women. His early XFI arc is being the accidental hero, and of course that’s represented by saving the girl. He’s got ambiguously romantic scenes with Terry, Monet, and one or two anonymous women, though there’s never any hint at an actual Theresa/Rictor plot.

Instead, XFI keeps its options open and leans into the idea of bisexuality. Madrox comments on Rictor’s looks and his relationship with Shatterstar, Quicksilver’s manipulation of Rictor is coded as seduction, while Rahne remains Rictor’s most important connection on the team. Rahne and Rictor’s relationship is in-focus from the start with their…moment?…at Rictor’s suicide attempt. Their feelings for one another keep them grounded. At the same time, PAD’s misogynist fucking pea brain means he’s decided to write Rahne as a destructive or cursed entity. Because of that, her involvement with Rictor is literally harmful to him. When they sleep together, her claws rip up Rictor’s back. His romance with Rahne is as much a part of his self-harm as jumping off a building or refusing to eat. Rahne was Rictor’s most definitive romantic relationship for a while, and XFI rewrites it as a stagnant union between two people desperate for affection and reassurance.

Taking the whole history of Rictor as the cohesive canon it definitively isn’t, this explains Rictor’s random jump on Tabitha. When he’s unsettled, threatened, or bummed, Rictor will do whatever drastic thing comes to mind to try and salvage the situation. Afraid? Die. Girlfriend and close friend missing? Leave. Afraid of your boss? Leave. Afraid your boss will know you’re gay? Leave. Gf on a different team and close friend now dating someone and drifting away from you? Hit on her. Suicidal again? Sleep with a friend even though it’s literally painful. Rictor acts like a big brother to Rahne more than a boyfriend, their relationship starts from nowhere and ends anticlimactically. By turning Rictor’s main f/m relationship toxic and presenting no alternatives, XFI is the first comic to make ‘gay’ the definitive read on this character. Subsequent stories don’t do anything to complicate this. Is it because writers agree with this interpretation or because they’re cowards? Up for debate.

In any case, I wonder what would happen if someone tried to revisit Rictor’s relationships with women. But imagine that. I don’t think anyone at editorial even remembers he and Tabitha are friends

[diningwiththeasquiths]

Puppy Play AU (Cobra Husbands, Lawrusso and Kreerence)

Terry and Daniel arrange a puppy playdate.

Terry's pup is a fiercely protective Rottweiler. At his age he's not very playful, prefering to lounge close to Terry in his fancy dog bed while Terry plays the piano, or lying across Terry's lap so Terry can pet him. He wears a high-quality harness and very well-padded knee pads.

Daniel owns a Golden Retriever, who's generally well-behaved (very happy to obey his owner's commands) but can also be a real menace sometimes. Thanks to his puppy-dog eyes he gets away with a lot. It's easy to tell when he's in a good mood, because he'll be wagging his tail repeatedly.

At first the play date doesn't go all that well. After some initial sniffing, Rottweiler John quickly loses his interest and lies at Terry's feet for a nap. He cracks one eye open to watch Golden Retriever Johnny show everyone how good he is at, well, retrieving. Apparently this impresses him enough to let Johnny curl up right beside him, as the pup catches his breath and rests for a bit. Terry says this behavior is remarkable, he rarely finds a playdate that his dog won't growl or snap at. In fact their last arrangement was nearly 14 years ago.

Daniel then asks when the last time was that John bred a bitch. Because he's been wanting to use this new breeding stand on Johnny. Both pups perk up at the mention of their names. Terry notices his dog's, ahem, growing interest, and agrees to the breeding with a wide grin.

[sanotherhplaceitonhidey]

time to talk about duck

about this character that everyone loves

but where did he come from?

what theories can we get from this character?

Well I have a few so it's time to make them public

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In this post I talked about two

one was that he was the pet of the family of Leslie, Roy, yellow guy and his older brother. it makes a bit of sense since in the animated short of chapter 5 it looks like duck is yellow guy's dog. and to have a family again they need a pet. so it's a good theory. but why represent a pet like a duck that is over 40 years old?

although it is a theory with good sense thanks to the references it has. continues to give way to several theories, some more likely that it is

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the other is simply that the true origin of this character will not be revealed until season 3

the first season was about red guy, the second about yellow guy and probably the third about duck. if so, at the moment we can only draw small points from its origin, but not one that we can 'affirm' (I don't say 'confirm' because as Becky Sloan, Joe Pelling and Baker Terry said, the series will be based on theories, nothing is confirmed, that's the point of the series)(and I think that's why all of us love the series XD)

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Now I want to talk about a theory that I've been thinking about for a while.

as various theories say, red guy and yellow guy were real people who after a death or after a contract, ended up in the world of don't hug me i'm scared

but what if duck is the only character that was never a real person

the only one who is totally a living puppet

why do i say this? well I say this because in the part where yellow guy meets Leslie she tells him that she has several replacements, but at the time she showed them to yellow guy there were only duck dolls

and well... he is the only character that despite the number of times he has died, in the next chapter he appears as if nothing had happened, and as if being a puppet he is a being that cannot die

in chapter 5 of the first season he did die when that can ate him, but then we see that in chapter 6 when red guy is pressing the buttons on the machine he appears in good health

in chapter 2 of the second season he really dies at the end when his clone kills him (we know it's the clone since he was positioned on the left, while duck was on the right, and the one on the right was decapitated).

but in chapter 3 he appears as if nothing happened when yellow guy and red guy are talking about the tv show

Let's also remember that in the family chapter he says that he only has him, and several ducks begin to appear, representing as if he were his own family. since being a puppet he doesn't really have one

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Well... That's just three theories about him, I don't really know much about him, so I can't think of any meaningful theories.

For now i will leave duck as a character full of mysteries

Becky, Joe, Baker... I beg you for a third season to tell us more about this character, please 😭😭😭

Sorry if certain things were not understood

If you have no doubt, do not hesitate to tell me ^^

[imikhailotakeyouian]

Hey Elisa! How are you doing today? ✨ I came up with a few questions about I&M (if all of them is too much just pick a fav) 🥰

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

Hellooooooo! I missed you! <3

Oh, I love these kinds of questions!!! Thank you!

Let's see...

Look I know it's not original but I am a total sucker for "Baby". When Ian called him Baby in S11 I was whining like a wee dog. Something we didn't hear in the tv show otherwise, let's see. Ok, so the premise is that Ian loves when Mickey calls him nicknames, especially related to him being ginger (because he knows how Mickey loves that too), but I imagine Mickey calling him with Spanish nicknames (Rojo, el Gingero, Bonito) and NOT liking them because he gets jealous of possible (and probably made up lol) ex Mexican lovers so Ian burst out a "YO! Tiny but mighty! SHUT UP!" and generally speaking other nicknames would be related on Mickey being shorter than him XD once Ian is drunk and calls Mickey "Pokemon" because of Pocket-Monster and Mickey pretends to be furious but he actually likes it u.u Ian's favorite nickname from Mickey is "Red", because it's classic, it's old-but-gold, or "Hot Stuff", or "RHCP" (Red Hot Chili Pepper) but he also loves all the sweet ones he gets when Mickey is drunk or high and goes all sweet like "Sugar Daddy" (because he is Ian's "Baby"), "Sweetie", even "Love". Ian likes the sweetness of them but he will always prefer the sarcastic ones because he knows Mickey says them with all the love charge he can anyway.

He was so young he didn't want to do them. He was like 11 or something but Terry forced him to ("No son of mine is a fucking pussy, you'll get them today"), from some Milkovich cousin (because who would ink such a young boy that was clearly forced into it otherwise?) and when he had to pick which words he picked "FUCK U-UP" with the promise that those very inked fists will fuck Terry's face up one day in the future. He was so used to see them he eventually forget about them, and he thought about covering them only when he is in his 30s, but Ian confesses that he loves them and couldn't imagine Mickey's hands without them, so he keeps them forever <3

For Mickey: every time Ian curses/uses fowl language. I mean not like the regular "Fuck!" for the small things, but when he gets really pissed off and just lets it go with a long sequence of profanities. It goes straight to Mickey's dick. For Ian: when Mickey is jealous -which doesn't happen often, because he knows Ian is hot so he is not jealous whenever someone looks at him, it would be unrealistic, but if someone really hits on Ian then he goes nuclear and starts say that Ian is his fucking husband, don't you dare touching him, I'll fuck you up, etc... and generally speaking, every time Mickey calls him "husband" especially in public :D

I don't see Ian&Mickey from the canon being Instagram users to be honest, while I totally, utterly, LOVE social media AUs (like yes please gimme!). Canonically, let's see, I would say that Ian open one IG account during lockdown out of boredom and though Mickey doesn't open one he tells Ian to make a joined account (still for Terry's sake) so Ian creates @mr-and-mr-gallavich and the Bio is like: Ian&Mickey Gallavich Husbands Love wins, a$$hole! And what starts like a fuck off to Terry actually will be filled with plenty of photos of Mickey playing with Franny during lockdown, of them with silly faces, then of them in their new flat, their new business, their new cats, their kids, etc etc <3

While I love the fanon dog "Bazooka", I am more of a huge fan of Mickey as cat-daddy. He is a cat-daddy in the majority of my fics too (Lizzo cat, I miss you!), and Mickey is the one who spoil them more, he is daddy. While Ian is the pet's punching ball :'D or better, scratcher/cat-tree ahahah! They obey to Mickey but they love the both of them u.u

[terrence-silver]

I'm quite certain it was you who wrote it- it's been a while- but Terry would absolutely get so so jealous if beloved was giving most her attention to a pet. He definitely plots out some master plan to get rid of said pet that was keeping you on your toes and absorbing all the attention meant for him. His attention, his beloved, his arch nemesis. Before the pet "runs away," Terry probably calls it the creature too XD poor Terry

Terry Silver admires animals.

Really, he does.

He admires them for their wildness, their integrity, their feralness, fierceness and for their instincts, above else. Unlimited and unburdened by societal expectations and in great many ways infinitely more advanced than people, especially where aggression is concerned. Much can be learned from them, in way of combat, schemes and behaviours, although few beings on this green earth can outmatch a man's thirst for blood. Or his jealousy. But, then there's also a distinct law of nature that takes precedence over whatever favourable outlook Terry has on animals and that's that in the feeding chain he, being human, is top dog. He's top dog in beloved's life as well, which gives him all the right to all their time at all times. He won't be bested by whatever cat, hound, parrot or gold fish beloved keeps, because the law of nature itself demands that someone's mate is priority and he is beloved's mate. Their partner. Their owner. They belong to him. Terry truly and honestly believes in this religiously. Of course, he never shows it. Never mentions it. He is in fact, outstandingly good towards beloved's pet to the point it --- this creature --- ends up loving him more than beloved and the sentiment is mutually genuine. Terry doesn't really necessarily hate beloved's pet. Maybe just a little, deep down, because Terry deep down hates everything he has to share with someone or something else, in this case, your affection with an animal. The sensation that overrides everything here is him wanting the pet out of the way regardless how much the pet adores him. He could have them in his lap, smoothing them with a ring finger while he's working at his desk and still be plotting against them, because what if you love an something else more than you love him?

He has a way with animals, it seems, as much he does with people.

Truly and genuinely.

Ironically, considering this whole premise, it is like he gets their language.

He gives them best foods money can buy, acquires the best equipment, feeders, carriers and habitats for them and invests a smaller fortune in this pet's utmost, borderline ridiculous leisure only a billionaire could afford, spoiling them rotten, so when the pet mysteriously disappears, Terry is the last culprit beloved ever doubts because he's been taking such outstanding care of their animal --- better than they themselves ever could or would even know how. Heck. Terry might even help them look for the creature himself to add insult to injury and make this even more darkly hilarious. Might even have his staff aid in the task and make this a full-blown household emergency. Should he kickstart a Missing Animals Fundraiser around The Valley to show how much his heart is really in this? He would, if need be. Might as well make some money out of all of this and profit over defeating what he sees as an enemy. Not a mere ferret. No! An enemy! Of course, the creature is never found and for all Terry is concerned, while he's comforting and cooing a grief-stricken beloved, seeping in all their attention, all their tears, all their sadness, and taking a little way too much private satisfaction in all of this, he is in the duration of all of this entirely convinced is the way things should be. He won. He is victorious. He feels no remorse. In nature, the stronger beat out the weaker. The bigger fish eats the smaller. The gazelle eats the grass, the lion eats the gazelle and then someone visiting a safari comes and shoots the lion. Then the cobra bites the guy who shot the lion and it all comes full circle. In life, Terry Silver's that cobra and he doesn't stand competition.

Not entirely unbelievable his very own lunch prepared by whatever Five Star Michelin chef he keeps in his employ is of mysterious contents, and much like Saturn devouring his own children, Terry Silver devours the essence of his enemy (with a million quotation marks attached to that epithet), fully spiced and garnished with a glass of fine wine --- a meal for nobody but him. Some cultures believe in the potency of such gestures. Maybe now all your affection will be passed unto him.

Love very much made him into an animal too, turns out.

Maybe he was always one.

[ardent-fox]

Hey lyds ! Feel like answering some headcanon questions today? (:

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

Hello there! 🤗 Ooh, what a fun idea, thanks for including me in these 😍

1. I think Ian keeps it fairly simple with his nicknames for Mickey. "Baby" is obviously a big one and I think he says it quite frequently, I can also see him blurting out "sweetheart" or "love" during some intense, emotional sex and proudly calling Mickey his husband and the love of his life to other people. As for Mickey's nicknames for Ian, "tough guy" is the oldest and therefor Ian's favorite, along with "red" or "freckles", since he adores Mickey loving on the physical attributes that he might have been teased for as a kid, they're like a shot of confidence and serotonin every time. "Sleepyface" is also still a part of their lives, but since their nieces and nephews/possibly their own kids end up liking it so much, Mickey uses it on them later on instead, and Ian doesn't mind one bit.

2. The knuckle tatts were definitely a part of a "you're a Milkovich man now" initiation process that was led by Terry when Mickey was around 13-14 years old, done at home by a family member. I do think Mickey wanted to get them, but for all the wrong reasons. He had his own idea of what a "real man" should act and look like at the time, which was greatly manipulated by his father, and he used them as a part of his defense mechanism to look tough and keep people out for a long time. Once he let go and embraced his sensitivity, he was still okay with the words he picked out, but let them fade away naturally when the time came, symbolizing distancing himself from Terry's influence. As for Ian, I see him getting something symbolic that they can both share, perhaps stargazer lilies for their 10th wedding anniversary, or they both get a shape outline with their kids' initials inside if/when the time comes, and Ian includes Mickey's "M" inside it on his version.

3. Crime/gun kink aside, Mickey loves to see Ian get pissed off once in a while and verbally defend them against random assholes, something about that rough energy sparks the need to get Ian on him while his blood is still boiling. Also, once they move in together and Ian takes on cooking, he surprises Mickey with preparing his favorite meals, and this new love language ends up speaking not only to Mickey's tummy, but also his dick, prompting spicy moments in the kitchen. For Ian, it's the sight of Mickey calculating their finances with his glasses on (we support glasses!mickey on this blog), nibbling on his pen every once in a while, mouthing out the words as he goes over his notes. Ian tries his best not to stare as he hangs around him, handing Mickey the cup of coffee he made and pretending to scroll down his phone while he waits, clothes flying everywhere as soon as Mickey is done.

4. Although my knowledge of Instagram is pretty poor, I don't think Mickey particularly gravitates towards social media, so Ian is the only one who has an Instagram in their home. It's the same one he's had for the last few years, a simple handle with just his name. It used to be a place where he posted hot pics of himself, but now it's mostly artsy photos of his and Mickey's joined hands in bed, his little tomato sprouts and other pretty stuff Mickey would surely tease him for if he knew they were on there.

5. Mickey finally gets the Pitbull he always wanted and 100% names it after a brand/type of gun (I vote for Heckler), thinking it will be the toughest dog in the world, only to realize over time that it's the exact opposite. Ian wants a cat, a sweet, orange kitten so they can be twins, and they end up getting both pets from the local animal shelter. However, since Ian is the early riser and more active outdoors, the dog ends up attaching himself to him more, and the originally not-that-cuddly ginger cat takes a liking to Mickey and starts sleeping on his chest while he watches TV, making it clear that their pets also have a say in the matter. Ian and Mickey just shrug and roll with it, and both of them end up loving the crap out of each of their fur babies in the long run.

[theoneforwriting]

I’m a cat! I’m a kitty cat!

AO3

Summary: The Midnight Burger crew wants to get a cat. Except Caspar. Cherry happens to work at an animal shelter and own a moped.

  It had been a slow day so far. As slow as a day at a shelter full of rambunctious animals could be anyways. Cherry was given front desk duty, which was the opposite reason why they had chosen to get their volunteer hours at an animal shelter. They wanted to spend time walking the dogs and petting the rabbits. They did not want to be sitting at a desk shuffling around the same papers wishing they had brought their holo-pad with them. 

   “I am bored out of my mind,” they gestured to the desk’s holo-screen. “Also, I am literally not needed.” They complained to Terry who had just walked in. Terry was an alright guy, probably spent too much time at the shelter. But that would be hypocritical of Cherry considering they spend all their time at the shelter and are only a volunteer, while Terry got his salary from being there. 

   “Don’t be silly, people love to see a real face and not just a screen.” 

   “Uh huh.” 

   “Well if you’re going to have that attitude-”

   “Terrance!” Someone else called out interrupting him. Terry gave a ”we’ll finish this later” look and disappeared into the back. The back, where literally anything enriching happens. 

   “Ugh.” Cherry slumped back into their seat, they couldn’t even see over the top of the stupid desk. It was like being trapped in a lame version of the Colosseum. No matter how high they put the ancient office chair, the desk obscured their vision. So when a voice came out of nowhere Cherry startled and fell, hitting their head on the chair on the way down. 

   “Are you okay?” What sounded like a concerned woman asked. 

   “Yep, never better.” They grunted. Cherry stood all the way up, their platform boots thankfully making it so their head was past the desk. 

   “How can I help you?” Cherry asked, people weren’t exactly their strong suit but they’d take anything to break the monotony right now. 

   “I am looking to adopt a cat!” She said gleefully. 

   “Uh yeah sure just scan your ID.” Cherry pointed towards the holo-screen at the front of the desk. 

   “Oh uh…” The women looked slightly panicked. Cherry raised an eyebrow. 

   “Yes an, um, my ID! Which I totally have!” She smiled with all teeth and no eyes before rummaging around in her tote bag. 

   “There it is!” She said, slapping it onto the desk counter. 

   “That’s a drivers license.” Cherry said while picking it up and looking at it. 

   “Which is an ID?”

   “It says it expires in 2027.” 

   “So..?”

   “Lady not to be rude but you do know it’s the year 3069, right?” Cherry asked, suddenly very much missing shuffling the same papers over and over again. There was an awkward silence. 

   “Oh, hello miss, how may we help you?” It was Terry coming back to finish their talk, but now his button up shirt looked like it went through a battle, dirt streaked all over with little paw prints. 

  “She wants to adopt a cat.” 

   “Oh how wonderful, how about you show her the kitties Cherry?”

   “Ter-”

   “What, I thought you were bored out of your mind?” He asked while fruitlessly wiping his shirt with a tissue from the desk. 

    “Fine.” 

   “Righty-o.” Terry said and started to walk away. “I hope someone will find their furr-ever home.”

   “Boooooo!” Cherry yelled at him. The crazy lady, because of course she did, actually laughed at it. 

“Follow me.” Cherry said emerging from behind the desk, hoping that she wasn’t about to be murdered. 

   While some cats were still in crates they did have a room where the ones that were allowed to mingle could do exactly that. It was a place for the cats to get entertainment (Unlike the front desk Cherry bemused) and interact. It also served as a place where patrons could come in and chill with the cats and see if they connected with one. 

   “Oh precious!” The woman exclaimed, her voice already rising several octaves. It was like this for a bit. The lady would ask about a cat and Cherry would answer, the routine let them let their guard down. Feeling less and less likely to end up in a casket. The presence of the cats also might have helped a bit with that. They were both sitting on the floor, a gray tabby named Hercules sprawled across Cherry’s legs. The lady sat crisscrossed with a ginger cat on her.

   “So what’s your name?” 

   “That one is Pickles.” 

    “Ah no I meant,” the lady turned to face them. “I meant your name.” 

   “Cherry.”

   “Ah I see I thought the guy said Larry and you just don’t give me Larry vibes.”

   “Is it the hair?” Cherry joked pointing at their dreads that are dyed a bright red.

   “Nah, it’s your eyes, they’re the window to the soul.”

   “Cool.” Cherry said, petting Hercules. 

   “I’m Gloria by the way.” She said before cooing at a cat who made its way over to them.    “Thanks, now I can call you something other than a crazy lady in my head.” Cherry said, making Gloria snort. 

   “I just wanted to say thanks for not calling me out back there.” Gloria said, leaning back against the wall and unfolding her legs. 

   “It’s hard to sneak out and get a cat especially when you're not born in this century.”

   “Oh c’mon you’re not that old.” Cherry said.

   “Hah, thanks.”

    Cherry, deciding to ignore the century comment, asked “You had to sneak out?” 

   “Oh yeah, one of my friends, his name is Caspar, is determined not to get a cat, he says it’ll hate him.” Gloria chuckled. 

   “He’s a dog person then?” 

   “More like a pet rock person.” Cherry laughed so hard that it spooked the cats away. Except the ginger one who stayed curled up in Gloria’s lap.

   After perusing the cats in cages Gloria started to look a little anxious. 

   “Hey, if you're worrying about making a choice we can put one on hold for you.” Cherry offered. 

   “That’s sweet of you but I am afraid I have to,” Gloria pulled out a pocket watch and squinted at it, “make a decision in four hours.”

   “Um, okay.” Cherry said too bewildered by the pocket watch Gloria had pulled out to check on the time limit she apparently had. 

   “My friend though, uh Leif, he’s the one I told you helped me sneak out, he’s going to be here soon and he’ll help me choose.” True to Gloria’s word, five minutes of looking at rabbits later a guy wearing an apron showed up looking disheveled. 

   “Caspar is onto our bullshit so hard we have to act fast.” 

    “Well let me tell you who I’ve found!” Gloria said already tugging Leif away toward the cats before Cherry could even unlock the door for them. Cherry sort of hovered around the two once they started talking. It was like watching professional ping pong as they talked through Gloria’s line up of felines. 

   “But this guy?” Gloria said with a fondness in her voice that caught Cherry’s attention. She picked up a ginger cat who didn’t even bat an eye at being lifted into the air. 

   “Is Pickles, it says he used to be an outdoor cat so I think that would also help him handle the diner.” 

   “Diner?” Cherry asked at the same time Leif exclaimed “Seriously?!”

    “Hey,” Gloria said offensively, pulling Pickles closer to her chest “we could change the name, no need to be so harsh on the gatito.”

   “Gloria, that’s not a cat,” Leif looked at Cherry, “how did it even get in here?” Cherry startled a little, realizing Leif was asking them. 

    “We got him, like, last week, some lady dropped him off, said it was a gift because we gave her a map of the city, she was nice but weird.” 

   “Oh my God.” Gloria said. 

    “What are the fucking odds?” Leif asked. 

   “What’s happening?” 

   “Uh, nothing at all, it’s just a small world is all, I think we know her.” Leif hurriedly explained. While Cherry could tell it wasn’t a lie, they could also tell there was a lot more hiding behind those words. 

   “Should I be worried?” 

    “No!”

    “Eh.”

Cherry looked over the two of them critically. 

   “…Okay then, I guess you’re getting the Not-a-cat cat?”

   “Oh absolutely.” 

   “Definitely.” 

   Back at the desk Cherry was tip toeing in their boots to lean over the desk and point at what Gloria was supposed to click. Cherry didn’t blame her, the legal jargon also got to them too. 

   “I’ll need that ID again to scan.” Cherry said. The dread filled Gloria’s eyes again like the first time. 

   “I got ya covered.” Leif said and then loudly slammed an ID onto the desk. Cherry took it and sure enough it was a proper Saleieinsport City ID. 

   “Huh.” Both Cherry and Gloria said at the same time. The rest of the process went smoothly. Cherry being thankful they were finally eighteen so they didn’t have to get “a legal adult” to sign off on everything. Now that they actually thought about it…

   “Hey, Gloria, you're my first adoption.”

   “Awe, really?”

   “Well, officially anyways, it just felt like something to say.” Cherry said leaning on the back of their heels. 

   “Of course you should say it, that’s awesome!” Gloria exclaimed. 

   “Yeah, congrats!” Leif agreed. Cherry could feel their cheeks blushing. 

   “Let’s go get your Not-a-cat cat already.” Cherry said, ducking their head down to hide their face. 

   Not-a-cat cat eagerly got into the travel crate when they set it down which made Cherry do a double take. 

   “Did you guys open the crate?”

    “No?”

    “No, I told you that thing is not normal.”

     “Leif don’t call gatito a thing!” 

    “No, I’m sorry Gloria but I agree with Leif here.” Cherry said while pointing their thumb at him. Gloria huffed and picked up the carrier, which the door to was also somehow closed. The walk to the parking lot felt forlorn to Cherry. 

   “Well it was nice meeting you guys.”

   “Same to you Cherry.” Gloria beamed. Not-a-cat cat meowed. 

   “Oh no, Gloria!”

   “What is it, Leif?” They both turned to look at Leif who was glaring at the hover-bus schedule. 

   “It says the next bus doesn’t come for three hours!”

   “Three hours?!” Gloria’s face sagged. “We don’t have that kind of time!” 

   “Do you guys want a ride?” Both heads whipped towards Cherry. 

   “You’d do that?” Leif asked. 

   “I mean sure, my time ends in five minutes anyways.”  Cherry fiddled with the hem of their violet sweater, “and you guys have been pretty nice.” 

   “Alright then let’s hitchhike!” Gloria exclaimed. 

   “I think it’s carpooling.” Cherry chuckled.

   “Nah, hitchhiking sounds cooler anyways,” she brought the carrier up to her face “Isn't that right Pickles?” 

    “Oh we’re definitely changing the name.” Leif said. Gloria scoffed.

   “I think it’s cute!” 

   “Where's your ride?” Leif asked, rolling his eyes at Gloria. 

   “It’s that one.”

   “Oh.”

   Gloria hung onto Leif for dear life. 

   “Isn’t this illegal?!” Gloria yelled.

   “What?!” Leif yelled back. Cherry couldn’t even hear Gloria from the back of the hover-moped.

   “We don’t have helmets!” She tried to explain. But the wind and the hum of the magnets that made traffic airborne was louder than Gloria. That’s not even mentioning the honking that was happening as Cherry swerved around other cars.                     

   The Not-a-cat’s carrier was secured safely in the side cart. Which left the three adults to have to squeeze onto a single seat. 

   Leif took the middle so he could guide Cherry to Midnight Burger. It was interesting trying to explain to Cherry why their Star Trek looking GPS wouldn’t work, but their urgency to get back before “closing” seemed to push aside any questions. At some point on the ride Gloria squeezed her eyes shut, so once they were safely parked in front of Midnight Burger she didn’t even realize it. 

 “We’re here!” Leif said, prying Gloria’s hands off of him. “That’s going to bruise.” 

 “Oh thank God!” A voice yelled from the door. “Do you know how hard it is to keep him distracted? I had to lock him inside the pantry! Get your asses in here!” 

 “We’re coming, just hold on!” Gloria exclaimed, tumbling off the bike. Leif grabbed Pickles and booked it towards the diner, the diner that Cherry was looking at in fascination. 

   “How long has this been here?” They asked Gloria. 

   “This morning.” She repsonded sheepishly. 

   “What-”

   “Thank you for all the help Cherry.” Cherry was about to repsond when someone else interrupted. 

   “Gloria!” The woman from earlier yelled. Gloria turned and cupped her face. 

   “Geez hold on Ava!” She looked back at Cherry with a big smile, her smile lines visible. Not fake like the one had been back at the animal shelter. 

   “You’re a lifesaver.” She gave Cherry a bone crushing hug. Gloria let go and then started mad dashing for the diner, slamming against the door as she slid inside. Cherry simply stared, their chest feeling warm. When was the last time someone hugged them like that? They however didn’t get to ruminate on it for long. A loud warping sound started to fill the air. A bubbly fizz seeped into Cherry’s blood. The wind rustled. The negative space yawned like a cat. Then the diner was gone. Everything snapped back into place in less than a second. The sounds of the road magnets and a park nearby suddenly coming back into existence, they hadn’t even realized those sounds had left. Cherry dropped their helmet. 

   “What the fuck.”

[ian-galagher]

Hey Willow (: how are you ? Here are a few questions if you feel like answering about our favorite boys 😉

Headcanon challenge:

1. Besides “Mick” and “Mickey”, what’s Ian nickname for Mickey? From all the nicknames Mickey calls him , what’s Ian’s favorite?

2. What’s the story behind Mickey’s knuckle tattoos? (When / how / by who) When Ian gets a tattoo for Mickey, what is it / on what occasion?

3. Random turn-on for Mickey and a random turn-on for Ian? (Bonus: something that really shouldn’t be a turn on but is)

4. What’s their Instagram @ ? When did they start following each other?

5. If they get a pet, is it a dog (who walks it more often?) or a cat (who cuddles with it more often) ? 

HELLO! I'm fighting a cold and I'm being SO brave about it. *sniffs* And some idiot cut the wires of the internet in our street but it's up and running again and I'm so so glad. It's weird being without internet. ANYWAY thank you for sending these! 😁

1. Nicknames! Weirdly, I kinda like the idea of Ian not having nicknames for Mickey. Mickey has more than plenty for him, so maybe that's his thing. Ian brings out 'Mick' only on special occasions, or as a way for Mickey to know that he's serious. He used 'babe' once on the show but it somehow felt out of character, I can't see that being a regular thing.

2. Tattoos! I think Mickey got them done young, maybe at 13, to impress his dad and brothers. Afterwards Terry said he's 'a man now' even though he was literally just a kid. Now they're just a reminder of his old life.

I LOVE the idea of Ian surprising Mickey with an ass tattoo. Mickey doesn't get it. "Why your ass man? You're a top." But Ian justifies it by saying his ass belongs to Mickey now, and no one else. 🥺

3. Turn-ons! Mickey definitely has a uniform kink. Loves seeing Ian in his paramedic outfit, or that heavy gear that they wore for the security gig. He'll say shit like, "step on me with those boots", which puzzles Ian. "Wouldn't that hurt?!" He still wears the uniform, but he's not stepping on anyone. The boots can stay on though.

Ian. Sigh, it's gonna be something with tomatoes isn't it. No, it's coming home to Mickey cooking him dinner wearing an apron and nothing but an apron. Ian will drop everything and go straight for his neck, kissing it up and down which is another one of Mickey's turn-ons. Added bonus, Ian gets to smell Mickey 🥰

Something that REALLY shouldn't be a turn on but is is smoking. Smoking is terrible in so many ways and yet when Mickey lights up, tilting his head back to blow out a stream of smoke, Ian's a goner.

4. Instagram! Heheh I've got a pretty cool idea for a fic I'm writing and I don't wanna spoil it but I also haven't written in weeks 😭 and I don't know how to get back into it anymore. So maybe I'm giving up on that. Mickey's got something soppy like MrMilkovichGalagher while Ian's using IanGalagher because Gallagher was already taken (Mickey just used one L as a reference to his tattoo, or so he says. Ian's not entirely convinced he simply forgot how to spell again)

5. Pets! ONE OF EACH PLEASE 🥺 Mickey gets a badass dog he dotes on. He thinks it'll scare people off but he's never been stopped in the street more often. Everyone wants to pet the cute doggie.

Ian meanwhile gets a cat, a scruffy little thing, which crawls onto his lap in the evenings and is allowed to stay there, no matter how much Mickey protests that his lap is for him only.

My even deeper theory is that Mickey is most like a cat (doesn't wanna be cuddled but secretly does, doesn't do as told, scratchy) and Ian is like a dog (loyal, friendly, enjoys runs, will go through a fire for the right person) which is why they get pets representing the other 🥺

[goodgaymckay]

(Heads up for ANIMAL DEATH)

After Jeb goes non vegan, Rex shows him the simple pleasure of sandwich meat. Jeb falls in love with it, it's a ratatouille moment for him! will eat it straight out of the bag.

Rex starts taking him on little deli dates. It's super cute to him because he gets to watch jeb stare at the meat wall to pick out their sandwich meat for the week. I headcanon that Rex makes amazing cheap sandwiches and that he gives them to Jeb for lunch. Terry spent so much of their budget on vegan food that met his sensory needs/standards and it never tasted as good (not because it's vegan but because Terrys a mid cook). His favorite is turkey!

Terry sees this and decides to give Jeb some shit for it. It's more of a raining on Jebs parade thing than a vegan thing.

“IT'S the most processed thing you can eat”

“You've been gaining quite a lot of weight since you quit veganism, must be all that processed meat and processed bread”

“you look bigger, it must be all that ‘honeymoon phase’ weight. I'm glad you and Rex are happy eating in front of each other. He REALLY treats you well.”

Then he brings up the little animals because he knows Jeb loves the little animals. That's how he got Jeb to turn vegan anyways. He starts sending articles on animal cruelty in the farming industry. At some point he even sends videos of chick's getting sorted, animals getting corralled into the murder areas, and even chickens getting their necks snapped. What really sends him over is a video of a sick looking cow getting shot in the head.

Rex walks in on Jeb while he's crying and gets him to explain. Rex goes into research mode and finds cruelty free farms that do farm to table.

Jeb is skeptical so Rex takes him on one of their long night drives to the farm since Jeb was too afraid to take a tour. They hop the fence (Jeb needs help getting unstuck, Rex catches him) and take their own tour. The animals seem really chill and he does know that local is better than supporting BIG FARMING. So really he's doing a good thing eating these cute guys! It's raising farming standards! And Rex is like ya sure! And hypes him up.

Now they go on day long drives to local farms for dates too. It's not just animals, they go pick apples and stuff. When it's animals they usually intact with the safe and animals. Sometimes they even let him pet the animals and hang around them.

They go to a goat farm with the gang (Terry refuses to join) and they do goat yoga, eat goat cheese and other goat products, scott gags at goats milk, jerry tries to cheer him up vomiting it up a little, and then get goat milk soap! They bring back some goat soap for Terry and and gasps and refuses to put it on his body. Terry thinks the soap is from melting the goats down Luke horse glue.

I think that Terry has no idea that ethical farming is a thing and does not care to learn about agriculture At all. Like even when they're not slaughtering animals its bad. His veganism helps him feel better than the rest of them.

Meanwhile Rex and Jeb go to agricultural fairs and decide to raise chickens (for eggs not food). Jeb loves all the baby chick's, they follow them around the house, Rex somehow potty trained them, the chickens have their own space but vibe around the house like small feathered dogs.

Jeb and Rex actually moved in together to do this. They had to rent a house with a backyard for it. Terry's bitterness brought them much closer as a couple and now Jeb has chickens to mother. Their very happy!

Side note I think properly getting protein (not a vegan thing, dating Terry thing) and going out with Rex makes Jeb gain weight and muscle. They are gym bros to me but not in a ripped way. Those dudes are solid!

I’m posting this without commentary it’s a fic in its own way

[reasoningdaily]

Reason: Tyre Nichols' Killers Could Be Convicted and Still Get Qualified Immunity

The Cops Who Killed Tyre Nichols Could Be Convicted of Murder and Still Get Qualified Immunity

In his State of the Union address Tuesday, President Joe Biden said that he wants to hold police "accountable." But he neglected to mention the elephant in the room.

(Memphis Police Department; Jacqueline Martin - Pool via CNP / MEGA / Newscom/RSSIL/Newscom)

At his State of the Union address last night, President Joe Biden introduced the family of Tyre Nichols, who was killed in early January by Memphis Police Department (MPD) officers during a traffic stop. The footage, released several weeks later, was brutal and condemned almost universally, reigniting a stagnant debate about how to give victims of state violence some justice after their rights are violated by the government.

"When police officers or departments violate the public's trust," said Biden, "we must hold them accountable."

Absent from his speech was a suggestion for how to do that or how to ensure victims of state malfeasance have some sort of recourse.

That's not because such an avenue doesn't exist. But the issue has become politically radioactive, though it need not polarize people along partisan lines.

During the summer of 2020, the federal government seemed poised to offer some sort of reform to qualified immunity, the legal doctrine that shields local and state government actors—not just police—from facing federal civil suits when they violate someone's constitutional rights, so long as the way they infringe on the Constitution has not been "clearly established" in prior case law. That explains, for example, why two cops who allegedly stole $225,000 while executing a search warrant could not be sued for that act: While we would expect most people to know that was wrong, there was no court precedent that said theft under such circumstances was a constitutional violation.

It's an exacting standard that can defy parody in the ways in which it prevents victims of government abuse from seeking damages in response to government misconduct. In the case of Tyre Nichols, for example, it's quite plausible that the officers who killed him could be convicted of murder and still receive qualified immunity—a testament to how disjointed and unforgiving the doctrine can be.

This is not a hypothetical. Consider the case of Bau Tran, a former police officer in Arlington, Texas, who was indicted in 2019 for criminally negligent homicide after shooting and killing a man as he attempted to flee a traffic stop. (The case is still pending.) Tran received qualified immunity, with a federal court ruling that it was not "so clearly established that every reasonable officer" would have known his precise conduct was unconstitutional. O'Shae Terry, the deceased, initially complied at the traffic stop and then attempted to drive away, prompting Tran to jump on the side of the vehicle and ultimately fire five shots into the car. Perhaps a jury of Tran's peers would have denied Terry's family damages. We'll never know, however, as the family will be legally barred from even asking.

Accountability via the criminal courts is part of the equation. But prosecutors often hesitate to bring such charges, and a charge is not the same thing as a conviction. Should the officer who accidentally shot a 10-year-old boy while aiming at a nonthreatening pet dog face time in prison? Reasonable people may disagree, though it's arguably less reasonable to contend that the mother of that child should not receive compensation for the medical care her son required due to the government's negligence and abuse. Yet that was the reality for Amy Corbitt, who did not get to ask a jury to consider her civil case. The officer who shot her child received qualified immunity (and was not charged with a crime).

Those skeptical of qualified immunity reform typically cite an uneasiness about bankrupting officers. They can take heart that cities indemnify their employees against such claims, meaning the government pays any settlement. It's certainly an imperfect solution in terms of holding individual bad actors accountable, but it gives victims of state abuse an outlet to achieve some semblance of reparation. Make it so any settlements come out of a police pension fund, and you've created a major incentive for departments to excise its consistently problematic actors.

Biden's demurral at broaching the doctrine by name on Tuesday is an indicator of how risky the topic has become after years of criminal justice debate characterized by excess. In the case of qualified immunity, however, an inverse relationship exists between controversy and palatability across ideological lines. There's a reason the doctrine has drawn the ire of Supreme Court Justices Clarence Thomas and Sonia Sotomayor, when the two agree on little else. Those on the left may lament the barriers it poses to curbing police abuse. Those on the right may zero in on the doctrine's penchant for greenlighting big-government misconduct, as well as the fact that its genesis came as a result of judicial activism at the highest level. Instead, we're left with a status quo where government protects its own at the expense of the people it serves.

[tnott]

luminescenc1e​:

“ Terry Boot? Do you mean that complete waste of space that is attached at the hip with Corner and Goldstein? ” She appeared to have struggled with pronouncing their names, not due to difficulty but due to disdain. She had no idea that this Ravenclaw had insulted her, she had not told her, and while that did not seem to cross Theo’s mind, it rang quite clearly in Pansy’s. They were friends, yes. More so than most in their year or even house. But Theo tended to keep to herself, in a way that had nothing to do with being secretive or not revealing one’s cards. 

And Pansy had no idea why, she wanted to ask, obviously, if it were up to her, she would prod and prod until she got to the issue, but that would not work on Theo, she knew that already, so she let it go. She wouldn’t forget it, keep it in the back of her mind, maybe when they were at the Nott estate, to ask. A part of that was due to Pansy’s own insecurities. But she did not need or want to dwell on those. 

“ If that is the case, then they can come, if not for any other reason than Greg did do something useful, and that should be celebrated. ” Her last comments hovered there in the air like annoying pixies, pulling at your hair. Her parents would never change, she had made peace with that. But she had not yet made peace with what she would do with her future, whether she would be brave or stupid enough to go against them when the time came, or if she should just follow in the path that had been carved out for her. 

Neither option allowed her a piece of mind, so she didn’t like to think of it, THE FUTURE. It was so out there, hard to imagine, anything seemed possible, but then also nothing. “ I know Theo, I will give you something modest, but I will make sure to get something more…just more. " 

The Christmas holiday arrived, and Theo and Pansy were met at Platform 9 & 3/4s by Theo’s father. Leontius was rather grey and stooped, but his eyes were bright and alert as he greeted his daughter with a hug and shook Pansy warmly by the hand. “I’ve heard so much about you,” he said with a smile. “Come along; we’ll be taking the Floo network from the Leaky Cauldron. Our elf was just preparing to start working on lunch when I left, so you girls should have half an hour or so to settle in before we eat.”

Nott House, as became apparent when they arrived, was both older than Malfoy Manor and rather less imposing -- fewer high, echoing halls and far more windows to let in the light. Theo’s room and the guest room were up the stairs on the second floor, and Theo took only a moment to drop her trunk in her own room before ushering Pansy into the bedroom across the hall. It was a cheery room, decorated in shades of gold and dusky pink, with a comfortable bed stacked with pillows, a padded window seat, its own en suite bathroom, and a pleasant view of the back garden, parts of which were still in bloom despite the winter chill. While he might not seem the type upon first meeting, Leontius was an avid gardener, and he was justly proud of his prize ever-blooming roses.

“I’m right across the hall, as you saw,” Theo said, bending down to help Pansy unpack her trunk. As the girls carefully transferred Pansy’s clothes into the empty dresser, a rather shaggy golden retriever padded in, his collar jingling, and sniffed Pansy a few times before nudging her hand in an effort to receive some petting from this new stranger.

Theo smiled and rubbed the dog’s ears. “This is Hal,” she said. “He’s a soppy old thing. Just scratch him under the chin and he’ll be your friend for life. If you don’t want him in the room, you can just close the door. He’s well trained; he knows not to scratch. He sleeps in my room, anyway.”

[teatimeallovertown]

these are a few married Gallavich headcanons I have:

When they first move into their apartment Mickey bitches about the electricity bill in the summer and doesn't want to run the a/c since they've never even had a/c before but then he realizes if it's cold in the bedroom at night Ian can spoon him all summer and then he decides he likes a/c

Ian really wants to learn to cook. He buys a bunch of cookbooks and watches youtube videos but the first few things he makes aren't very good and he gets frustrated and upset and wants to give up. But Mickey knows it's important to him so he starts hanging out in the kitchen while Ian cooks and helps him chop everything and reads through the directions with him. It still takes a while for things to turn out right but Ian loves cooking with Mickey so much he keeps trying and eventually turns into a very good cook and he and Mickey prepping dinner together in the evenings turns into one of their favorite routines.

Ian goes through a bad depressive phase at one point and his doctor tells Mickey that getting a pet might help Ian out. Mickey convinces Ian he's the one who wants the dog since he knows Ian will get upset if he feels like they're only getting one because of his mental health. They go to the shelter and find a pitbull/lab mix who Mickey loves and Ian begrudgingly agrees. They name her Lady. Mickey ends up being an awesome dog trainer and teaches her to do a bunch of cool tricks. Ian is hesitant at first but slowly ends up falling in love with her. He and Lady go for runs every morning and he buys her the fanciest dog food he can find at the store. Without realizing it after a few months he's the happiest he's ever been.

On the anniversary of Terry's death Mickey gets really upset and goes out and gets shitfaced drunk. The bartender calls Ian from Mickey's phone and Ian goes and finds him. Ian brings him home and rubs his back while he throws up in the toilet and cries about his dad not loving him. Ian helps him get into pajamas and then holds him all night. In the morning Mickey tells Ian that even though he's sad about his relationship with his dad Ian is the best thing that ever happened to him and he's so glad he gets to be who he is, even though Terry didn't accept him.

Lip and Mickey end up being friends, even though they don't admit it. Mickey goes back to the Gallagher house at least once a week because even though he likes their apartment now, he still misses the South Side and needs a break. Lip's always there working on the house so they end up sharing beers and bitching about life together. Even once Lip eventually sells the house and gets a place with Tami Mickey still goes over once a week. Ian tells them they're best friends but they both say they're not they just happen to drink beer in the same place sometimes.

Once they both get off probation they take a trip to Mexico together for their anniversary. Mickey shows Ian where he lived and the beaches he would visit. Ian cries a lot at first and feels really guilty but Mickey tells him he has never been mad about it and he's proud of Ian for doing what was best for him at the time. They drink tequila together and swim in the ocean and Ian gets a really bad sunburn that Mickey teases him for but rubs aloe on him in the hotel room that night.

[mikhailoisbaby]

My shameless/gallavich headcannon list

(Or at least what I can remember rn)

Mickey and Ian have 2 adopted daughter

Franny is trans and becomes frankie

Franny is adopted by Ian and Mickey after Debbie abandons her

Debbie has untreated bipolar and never processed to get treatment

Debbie leaves for Texas and never returns for a long period

Lip becomes sober until him and tami get a divorce when Freddie is 10 and relapse for a while

Lip and tami although dovecotes stay friends and it’s healthy , she helps him with rehab

Lip and tami have another son

Liam and Mickey are best buddies and Mickey helps him with his math on weekends and Liam teaches mcikey about social issues.

Lima and Mickey go to protest together

Mickey reconnect with Yev when he’s about 18

Mickey had pet beared dragon when he was younger but gave him up to a good home becuse he was scared of terry or his brother hurting him

Milkovich had a cat that went missing and Mickey was distraught. 

( Carl killed or somehow hurt the Mickey cat that meant that he was forced to be put down )

Carl becomes a fitness trainer and either takes over Kev fit or opens his own place

Ian and Mickey business does really well and expands

Iggy and Mickey are besties so is Iggy and Ian and they sort of bully Mickey but it’s brotherly

Mickey meets up with Tami , Tami sister , sandy and Vee every week for wine and cheese boards and gossip

Tami and Mickey becomes almost like partners in crime ( best fiends forever lmfao)

Frankie ( franny ) and yev are the best brothers in a weird sort of way

Ian and Mickey adopt 2 dogs a really old half blind chihuahua and a baz the pit bull

Mickey goes to therapy

Mandy and Mickey fall out becuase Mandy constantly says to Ian that he can do better.

Fiona never really welcomes Mickey in to the family

Mickey and Ian create a college fund for Liam

Everyone meets up every week for dinner , as they get older and more kids it becomes once a mouth to then only once a year

Ian has a large collection of blankets although is never really cold.

Ian’s and Mickey live on the south side/ west side boarder when older

Lip opens his own mechanics with Brad 

Ian has a childhood stuffed animal that sits in their bedroom that both Ian and Mickey cuddle into

Fiona runs a hotel in Florida

Ian and Mickey never go to Mexico because of trauma

Fiona and jimmy Steve are still on and off in Florida