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mickey being forced to make a valentine for a girl in the fourth grade to save face

"Ugh! Glitter and girls. I hate them. Ew. This sucks. Valentines day can just die for all I care..."

I'm imagining him making one for Ian that said "from your secret admirer. I like your hair. So... yeah. Happy V.D. or whatever." (V.D. since he's just not sure how to spell it. Also, he didn'tuse glitter for Ian's because that is just totally gay. But let's be honest so is pink, and so are hearts, and so is the whole idea of the holiday anyway. This just gave him an excuse to see if he could make Ian smile since he knew he would never tell him those things face-to-face, because once again, he's not a girl and that's just gay.)

Then, when everyone went to lunch, he secretly walked by Ian's box and dropped it in. Then later, after he's eaten 3 cupcakes (3 because he's hungry and it's not stealing if you're hungry, bitch!), he quietly watches through his top lashes as Ian opens all his cards (he watched Ian because it hardly took any time for him to read his since he only had 2. One from the teacher, and 1 from Ian because Mickey doesn’t scare him and Ian ignored his threat to everyone that he would "knock their teeth out of their head if they gave him a Valentine!!")

So when Ian gets to his card, a very nervous Mickey is watching very intentionally through his top lashes so no one else can see him watching (even though nobody ever looks at him since he threatens to, "knock their teeth out their head if they look at him!") As Ian carefully takes Mickey's card out of his box he opens his mouth, just slightly, in shock, because it's prettier than all the rest. Instead of cut out hearts and fancy glitter, there is a beautifully drawn picture of himself with extra special care taken to make sure his hair looks exactly as it does in real life. He then smiles so big that he lights up the room and Mickey, despite the fact that he's a hard ass, and despite the fact that he's not a bitch, smiles too. Just long enough for Ian to see as he looks around the room trying to pinpoint the artist responsible for this "prettier than all the rest" V.D. card. Mickey stops smiling and averts his eyes down quickly enough that Ian really didn't suspect him as the admirer and artist.

But Mickey knows. And Mickey, despite all the things that could prevent him from having hope for anything beautiful, still hopes that one day, he'll be able to sign the card "From, your Valentine... Mickey." And even though that might be gay and even though that might make him a bitch, it's worth it all just to see Ian's smile "that lights up the room!"

#ian loves mickey #and mickey loves ian #mickey is nobodys bitch #but lets be real #yes he is #hes ians bitch and will forever be #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #gallavich

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milkovich solidarity

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Really it just comes down to Mickey is used to not having much and not hoping for much so he has always been willing to settle for the bare minimum to just survive. From his perspective right now (and in reality) he has the most he could have ever hoped for and better than he ever dreamed. He has Ian. He’s away from Terry. He has his new family he doesn’t hate and his favorite cousin all under the same roof and it feels comfortable and safe. So from his perspective what the fuck is Ian bitching about? How can he not see how perfect it all is? Meanwhile Ian has always had goals and ambition but there was always something in the way of him getting what he wanted. But now he also has some stability. He has Mickey. He has a job. His meds are working. He’s in a good place so he wants to get to an even better place. He wants kids like yesterday. So he wants to start getting to work on creating the right environment for that. He wants to never be separated from Mickey again and he also has no intention of ever being permanently separated again. He doesn’t want to be a single father visiting his husband once a week in prison. He’s focusing on the future and Mickey just wants to bask in the cozy present for a bit. Neither is bad, neither is wrong, they’ll be fine.

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Loved the episode, but now I have questions.

For instance and given Mickey’s loud and rather public this is your fault for making me do this shit, will there be questions asked of Ian: Who was that scary guy and why did you bring him here? If so, will Ian sheepishly admit that yeah, uh, that’s my… that’s my husband or will he try to pass him off as a distant cousin or deny all knowledge like I don’t know why he said that, I’ve never seen him before in my life? I tend towards the former, but could also see Ian getting a bit (additionally) annoyed that Mickey made things awkward for him at work.

By the way, do you think that maybe Mickey’s real problem with Ian’s job that it’s giving Ian blisters so he can’t give Mickey the back rubs he deserves? (Or, you know, grip him tight or hold him down properly when they’re in that sort of mood.)

Oh, and how did Mickey inform Ian of his happy change of fortune? Did he wait until they were alone in the room that night to pull out the cash? Did Ian ask him if he stole the guns for Franny, and Mickey was like no, I didn’t fucking steal them, I told you, I bought them – With what money? Already used everything from our wedding. – Got some more. Or did he send Ian a picture of his dough the second he got his hands on it, with some celebratory little note about that’s how much I made in the last hour, how much was your pay check again and then a second later gonna go buy franny the best fucking gift, tell them to start the party without me, no way in hell i’m putting on a tiara anyway?

Which brings me to my final question for now: why was I robbed for seeing Mickey in a tiara?

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Happy birthday, Franny!

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random 11×2 things i really enjoyed:

franny running around the house, waking everyone up

franny giving her not-favourite uncle ian this look:

ian being his petty self

this line. i low-key love that this is the way they bicker now

ian pulling the big guns with ‘okay, i won’t fuck you until you do what i want’. also, the family’s reaction. and mickey’s reaction

sandy laughing at mickey’s bitchiness

franny looking over at her and mimicking her

‘5-0! don’t shoot!’

valid comment from lip:

two bros, chillin’ in the alibi, five feet apart cos they’re not gay (while phill collins plays in the distance)

mickey, in his robe, drinking beer and smearing jam over his tank top. you do you, grandpa, live your best kept husband life

‘come on, i need more time than that’

HOW LONG IS THIS ROBE, JESUS

tami and sandy basically saying fuck princesses and gender roles

mickey lying on his CV like, ya, i served two active duties in afghanistan

mickey somehow getting jam his mask, too (or is this one blood?)

cam eye-acting the hell out of this scene

mickey honestly trying to offer what he’s best at: scaring people off, scamming shit, and weapons!

you know who’s the real princess in this episode? mickey complaining he’d get blisters from hauling boxes. (tells us once again how you’re fine with spit, hun. we see right through you)

is this actually him saying ian comes home reaking and with blisters on his hands? in that case, we love caring husbands!

mickey being a competent thug (don’t do crime, kids. but if you do, be good at it is what i’m saying, maybe)

‘hey, get the door for me, will ya?’

freddie saying da-da 🥺

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the princess song and everyone being good sports for actually cooperating to please debbie

‘ho, ho, ho, happy birthday!’

mickey at his peak dickiest

noel’s line reading on ‘tough titties’

seriously, i could quote the whole scene. i loved every damn second of it

mickey is the fun uncle and ian is the loving tryhard uncle, which is why mickey is fran’s favourite. don’t quote me on this

marsha the lady pushing her dog georgia in a stroller by day and dumping rubbish on her neighbours yard by night

just a regular night in for the husbands of 50 years 6 months: annoying each other left and right while one rubs his illegal money on himself and then lets it rain on his sweaty husband who does situps on the floor of their cramped bedroom with too many lamps

good on you, ian, for staying mad all through mickey saying ‘suck that dick, benjamin franklin’. also, wtf?

what a pretty dick, tami