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@fckuup
- You like the penis, yes? - Not when there’s tits directly above it.
the little nervous shift mickey does all the time, like he’s unable to sit still for too long, always moving his hands and shoulders and pacing he’s made up of energy tbh
* ——— @roadtaster.
❝ can you just walk? ❞ a grunt, without it’s usual severity. and still, his nerves hold his chest into a clench - fist vice. cinders collect at the tip of his cigarette, held precariously between forefinger and thumb. without risking a glance back, opposite hand ensnares mike’s wrist into a loose grip, pulling him closer to his side, unwilling to have him fall behind from irritable pouting. ❝ i’m tryin’ to do somethin’ nice for you here. stop whining. ❞
*makes a jerking off motion every time someone with authority talks*
“I kept callin’ the house, no answer. Then I call her cell and she says shes at home. She with Lip?”
roadtaster.
makes a tck ! sound with his tongue. none of this is going the way he wants —- he’s fighting a losing battle. ❛ m’not being a dick, ❜ he replies sullenly, arms crossing over his chest. bites back the urge to say ‘ you’re being a dick ’ ; instead just glares at mickey for a beat before letting out a huff. WHAT DOES IT MATTER, IF HE’S EATEN OR NOT ? he’s left a trail of half-finished burgers, untouched sandwiches, & near-empty-but-not-quite bowls of pasta in his wake for years, & no one has seemed to have issue with it before. resumes picking at the treat with a childish reluctance ❛ if i eat it, can we go ? ❜ isn’t sure where he wants to go, but doesn’t want stay here where he’ll keep being made to eat something. ( mickey has a point —- mike’s pretty sure the last thing he ate was a HOT DOG the night before from gary’s new place of business. had he finished it ? he can’t quite remember. ) ❛ — i eat when i’m hungry, ❜ he murmurs, picking up a crumb & putting it into his mouth. has decided to give up trying to argue, but instead ATTEMPT REASON. ❛ haven’t been hungry today. ❜
he kind of laughs, he kind of scoffs. it comes out as a dry sound from the back of his throat, hand moves on its own almost, thumb dragging across the brand name of his cigarette carton ( could really use one, fuck cutting back ). mickey finds himself frowning, feeling lazy and not up for going back and forth, even though that’s what he seems to do best when it comes to mike. concern comes easy, he’s as restless as any other day. eyes focus upon the coffee to his right, porcelain and untouched, the chatter of the diner is mere humming within his ears, dulled by the sound of mike’s voice. ❝ sure. ❞ mickey’s tone is bemused, a lean of his weight as he pitches forward in his seat, elbows resting unto the table. ❝ you finish that and we can do whatever you want, yeah? ❞ a poor jab at humor in his disposition, a kind of reassurance in mike’s dwindling mood. ❝ g’nna start losing weight like this. won’t be much to look at then. ❞
mickey constantly is just : > : (
roadtaster.
expression is pointed, hands fidgeting. he’s not used to having to spell it out – or tip-toe around it. ( i think this is coke. i’m not sure though ). then again, he’s not exactly used to having anyone care about his RECREATIONAL HABITS enough to disapprove of them. picks at the doughnut, gaze downcast. ❛ because — ❜ hesitation evident. maybe this wasn’t the best tack to change to. ❛ he’s got . . . medicinal things. ❜ voice trails off towards the end, almost inaudible. ❛ doesn’t matter. ❜ regretted it almost before he’d even said it. SLOUCHING AGAIN, reluctant feigned interest in the coffee & doughnut dropped. ❛ can we go ? i’m full. ❜
BROW LIFTS HIGHER, EXPRESSION SEEMINGLY OPEN. waiting for it to be spelled out, maybe. not that he particularly needs him to, just would prefer it. exasperated scowl comes next, one hand brushes over his forehead and down the expanse of his features, crass knuckle - tattoos obvious with the florescent lighting. and mickey snorts, despite himself. ❝ iggy gotta lot of shit, ain’t none of it medicinal. y’don’t need it, ‘less you wanna be on y’r ass, trust me. ❞ and with the topic forcibly dropped, the food comes to the forefront of the conversation once more, knows with the certainty of the sun rising tomorrow that mike will only waste the food in front of him further if not stopped. ❝ y’serious? don’t be a dick, ain’t seen you eat a thing all day. ❞
mickey: i’ll fight anybody even myself
“ does it get tiring ? ” it’s laziness that holds people down into little categories . that plus governments not funding into certain states , certain towns . close the door on those that are expendable . millions of people were . instead of blaming systems and other factors leading to you staying in the same shit hole , you just bask in it . this is your life and you aren’t willing to be more because what if you fail . you need to fail to evolve . “ you know , being what everyone expects . ”
@fckuup x
FLAME FLICKERS AS THE WIND GROWS HARSH. autumn is in full bloom, rotting the trees and grass. shorter days with longer nights, can barely see the sun as it is, anyway. the tips of his fingers are pins and needles as he forces the lighter to life, hovering one hand over the end of the cigarette until it cinders, alight in the blackened night. glances off to the side, tongue runs lightly over chapped lips, avoiding and careful --- at first, mickey thinks of not answering. ❝ fuck kinda question is that? what you bustin’ my balls for, huh? ❞
turn on: staying the fuck away from me
Noel Fisher breaking our hearts as Mickey Milkovich
After years of playing it tough and defensive, Fisher carefully peeled back Mickey’s layers to reveal his vulnerable side and a big, beating heart (for Ian). (x)
only after disaster can we be resurrected. it’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. nothing is static . everything is evolving , everything is falling apart .