Get Fucked

this ain't macy's, bitch.

[gallagvr]

𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒍 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 , 𝒊'𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 . ©

[milkobiitch]

it’s time for me to move back on over here and get to some owes. i’ve been busy with school and then all the shit storm that’s been the last few months has had me hiding on discord.

if anyone might be interested in a gc with a plot (spn/serial killer themes), ic banter and tbh, gayness, dm me. i’ll be in the background working on responses, but i’m usually available through discord or even wire so get at me. mutuals only.

disc.ord: milkobitch#0258

wire: fvckcff

[highbcltage-blog]

why should i resolve things peacefully when i can fucking punch you in the face

[amlkvch]

“ there  are  two  things  that  may  happen  to  a  person  :   the  first  is  that  you  become  so  soft  that  no  one  &&  nothing  can  break  you,   &&  the  second  is  that  you  become  so  hard  that  nothing  &&  no  one  can  break  you.   either  way  you  go,   the  path  will  be  very  painful.   but  herein  is  the  great  sadness  of  it  all  :   that  anyone  must  try  to  become  something  that  cannot  be  broken  (  whether  the  soft  - or -  the  hard  ) .   why  must  we  be  born  into  a  world  where  we  must  spend  our  lives  struggling  to  become  

        UNBREAKABLE ? ”

         ind., priv., && canon-divergent MANDY MILKOVICH, penned by em,  ©

[milkobiitch]

Two weeks left of this term so I should be studying, but instead I choose to watch Gotham and cuddle with my dog. Will I get to drafts? Maybe. Verses page? I want to but probs not. Fix the link to my rules? Also strong maybe.

[milkobiitch]

I don’t know why the fuck I don’t edit when I fucking reply. Like jfc you fool lol

[mickeygifs]

[niaved]

𝙁𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙂𝙍𝙊𝙒 𝘽𝘼𝘾𝙆 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙁𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙔'𝙍𝙀 𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙋𝙋𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉.

tessa young  of  after series  /  scripted  by  lyric

[milkobiitch]

It’s 6am and I just popped in to say that if mickey and Ian dont fuckin go on some mission to find yev in the next season so help me fuckin god.

[rebeltypedmoved]

I’M  THE  BAD  GUY,  DUH.     -     independent,  private  &  highly  selective  duncan  trueheart  from  the  total  drama  series,  paroled  by  storm.

[milkobiitch]

gallagvr·:

❝  i don’t mind watching him for a bit until mandy or one of you gets back home if you need to go deal with your shit . ❞  he had to admit , it was weird and awkward to be watching your ex’s child but he had a soft spots for kids … and saying no to his friend in a time of need . raking a hand through his hair , he tried to avoid looking at the two with a small smile . ❝  he’s a good kid … see a lot of similarities between you two . ❞

       he looks at ian, gaze lingering for a long moment, taking that time to decide his response. did he dare allow ian babysit yev-- what if svet came home early-- what if mandy herself didn’t get back in time. he wasn’t necessarily worried about ian’s safety despite svetlana being savage in her own way, but her words cut deep and she’d be successful in running ian off... potentially forever. “nah, i think i can stay. iggy can call rocco or some shit.” he stands up, not paying much attention to the following compton about similarities between them. “yeah-- good kid. doesn’t fuckin’ scream. respectful. smart ass little snot too.”

[mickeygifs]

every mickey outfit

→ 4.12

[milkobiitch]

[ text: milkovich ] what the fucking hell is wrong with you??

[ text: ian’s sister ] the fuck is wrong with me???

[ text: ian’s sister ] let’s not forget who went all helicopter mom on him. don’t get mad when i call out your shit.

[mickeygifs]

every mickey outfit

→ 4.11

[milkobiitch]

crimsxnidol·:

Jesus Christ – the last thing he was planning on doing is running a fucking marathon a few blocks down from where he was supposed to be. But he manages, barely ; chest heaving ridiculously from the strenuous activity ( hopefully he didn’t have to run from the pigs too many more times tonight, he’d never fucking make it with these shitty, smoke-ridden lungs ). Converse skid along the concrete as he comes to a stop, leaning against exposed brick when Mickey comes into sight, ❝ What the fuck – ‘m never doin’ that again. They can just fuckin’ cuff me next time if it means I won’t have to do all this bullshit runnin’. What’re we gonna do now, my dude? ❞

      Running from the cops was no unfamiliar task for a Milkovich. of course, that didn’t mean they were never caught, no matter how much practice they had with occasions like this. The two exit out of the small alleyway, both bodies booking it across the street into the one across the way. It was only until they slipped behind a shallower alleyway that blocked visual access from the road did they halt. He follows suit, leaning against the wall with a huff before leaning back out just out to peek and see if they were being followed-- sirens still wailing in the distance, but perhaps the pigs lost them. he listened for a long moment before leaning back. “We might be good--”

[milkobiitch]

pinkogenius‌:

          the act of shoplifting such a large bird was something svetlana couldn’t quite wrap her mind around, but in her short time with the family she’d learned that if there was something worth stealing, no matter what the size or how painstaking the task would be, there would be at least one mikovich both willing and capable of doing so. it wasn’t the most marketable skill, but she’d be damned if it hadn’t come in handy time and time again.

          dry or not, svetlana’s upbringing was enough to ensure that any complaints wouldn’t keep her from eating. just because something wasn’t   ideal   didn’t mean it was inedible. turkey was, in many ways, the edible version of her marriage                 a  necessary evil that was forced upon you, and that no one truly enjoyed. 

          olive green gaze flicked sideways as mickey took his seat, attention paid to his body language while doing so. the man was nowhere near as bad as he could have been, in fact svetlana occasionally found herself   liking   him, but the more they spoke on any given occasion, the more chance there was for his aggravation to rise to the surface. it was something she watched for, cutting off communication just in time to save them both the time a petty argument would waste.          ❛      i   don’t   know   if   i’ll   be   here   for   chritsmas,   but   if   i   am,   i’ll   cook.   do   you   know   pampushky   ?   like   donuts   ?      ❜          

      it was rare they would indulge in a casual conversation like this. things had progressed between them and even though mickey showed her coldness, they had began to come to an understanding about one another. take this shit for what it was.                                     they both tried.       “pampushky’s a donut?” his ignorance was apparent, paying her a brief glance before he picked up his fork and began to shuffle the mashed potatoes around his fork, raising it to take a bite and lean back to chew almost thoughtfully. “can’t say i have, but if it’s like a donut, can’t be that fuckin’ bad. that your version of this dry piece of shit?” she did have a point, it was dry. “--and where the fuck you goin’?” not that he cared particularly what she did with her holidays-- she was no prisoner.        

[milkobiitch]

ight-- done all i could do for now. i can probably hop on tomorrow and finish the remainders of responses so more patience is needed. feel free to hmu on wi.re @ fvckcff and or dis.cord @milkobiitch#0258. mutuals only. you know the drill. also, leave me memes and shit if you want, but i’m back to lurking for today. peace.