fuck you, fuck you, and especially fuck you

[milkovichsmickey]

established feb 17 // revamped aug 18 //  ©    

[milkovichsmickey-a]

so i have decided to archive this blog. the drafts that i have on this blog as of right now will be answered on the new one (unless you want to drop our thread then let me know)

[milkovichsmickey-a]

the urge to archive this blog and start fresh is very strong 

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#TeamILikeGivingHead

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mickey + his softest lines

→ part three

[wantedbetter]

[milkovichsmickey-a]

wantedbetter‌:

“do  you  think  i’d  be  working  at  a  prison  if  there  was  a  fucking  walmart  within  sixty  miles  of  here?”

 independent  //  selective  //  dennis  zalewski  from  castle rock  //  written  by  nicole  ©    

[milkovichsmickey-a]

gllaghrs‌:

❝      bullshit .      i’ve  seen  iggy  look  at  you  for  two  seconds  before  you’re  snapping .      ❞        he  snorts ,    glancing  up  at  mickey  for  a  second  .      mind  was  still  preoccupied  with  the  idea  of  a  tv  show ,    but  he  was  still  trying  to  listen  to  what  the  other  was  saying        (        it  was  hard  ;   ian  wanted  to  jump  topics  ,      one  thing  to  another  .      he  was  too  awake  for  a  boy  that  showed  up  so  early  in  the  morning      )    .        brows  shot  up        &        his  tongue  pressed  against  his  teeth  .        the  sound  he  made  was  a  muffled  hum  .        ❝      didn’t  know  you  were  so  kinky ,    mick  .      ❞

❝      you  saying  your  jobs  are  better  than  mine?      ❞        he  snapped  .      it  happens  quickly     –-    one  blink        &        the  way  he  had  been  smiling could’ve  never  been  there  .        ❝      last  time  i  checked  we  were making  good  money  because  it’s  completely  legal  for  me  to  be  dancing  .      ❞        false !        boy  was  only  seventeen  years  old  .        ❝      she  can’t  anyways  .        her  body  needs  time  to  heal        &        shit  .        didn’t  you  read  the  baby  book  i  picked  up?      ❞       he’d  risked  his  life  for  that  book !        shoved  it  into  his  bag  then  speed  -  walked  out  of  the  shop .        ❝      it  says  she’s  gonna  be  like ,    oozing  shit  out  and  her  breast  milk  is  gonna  make  her  tits  sore .        until  she  feels  like  she  can  work  again  ,      i’m  pulling  my  weight  .        who  gives  a  shit  how?      ❞

“well, yeah. it’s fuckin’ iggy, there’s always a reason to be pissed at him.” or any of the milkoviches who milled around the house not doing much of anything. though in general, mickey was just a grumpy person though he was sure he had started to mellow out over the years. he was grumpy, but not as much as he used to be. a scoff pushed past his lips at the next comment. “shut up. i wouldn’t like that shit any more than you would. besides you of all people should know how fuckin’ kinky i can be. that box i got stashed away under the bed ring any bells?” he had shown him his ben wa beads before everything went to shit. he had other toys stashed away in there.

“completely legal my ass! you were a fuckin’ minor when you got hired, ian. shouldn’t be surprised they hired your ass considering all the pervs they seem to fucking attract.” that particular topic was never an easy one for them, though it didn’t stop mickey from voicing his disdain over it. “her mouth and hands gonna suddenly not work? ” it wasn’t his wife’s first rodeo in popping out kids, she had already popped out theirs not to long ago. “she was still blowing johns after she popped out yevgeny.” granted, mickey hadn’t given her much of a choice since the rub n tug had been in full swing but still. “because there’s better ways to make money! you don’t need to keep doing the shit that you’ve been doing.” 

[ohmightysmiter]

Having a sibling is either “we ride together we die together” or “no officer I’ve never seen that person before in my life” there is no in between.

[milkovichsmickey-a]

gllaghrs‌:

❝      you’re  blaming  me  for  your  mood  swings?      ❞        isn’t  he  to  blame?        his  brows  furrowed  ,    while  hand  dropped  from  his  face  in  order  to  cross  his  arms  .        he  might  be  teasing  ,    but  it  doesn’t  mean  he  can’t  hone  in  on  his  acting  skills        (        no  matter  how  poor  they  may  be        )  .        ❝      maybe  we  should  go  on  it  .        he  might  let  you  get  a  few  good  swings  in  me  before  breaking  it  up        &        forcing  us  to  cuss  each  other  out  .        could  be  fun    –-    see  who  takes  our  sides  .      ❞

a  good  reason ?        ian  lived  through  cause        &        effect  daily  ,      but  the  cause  was  still  blurry  .        he  did  things  because  he  could  ,    at  least  ,    that’s  as  far  as  he’s  convinced  himself  .        maybe  mickey  should  go  back  inside  to  sleep  ,      because  there  was  little  chance  ian  would  be  able  to  provide  the  real  answer  ,      even  before  the  sun  rises .        he’s  sick  ,    sick ,    sick !        ❝      i’ve  been  doing  shit  for  you     –-    for  the  kid  .        i’m  a  part  of  the  family  ,    aren’t  i?        i’ve  been  pulling  my  weight  .      ❞

“you’re always to blame for my mood swings.” a roll of his eyes before he chanced a look at the other and shook his head, wondering why the fuck he was so infatuated with the redhead. “hopefully you ain’t planning on becoming an actor someday ‘cause you’re pretty fucking terrible at it.”  he was supposed to be mad at him and yet here he was, trying not to smile because he was dating a fucking dork. “i’m not gonna fight your ass on national television, man. you think you’d be able to keep that shit up for an hour or however long the segment is? probably won’t be long til we’re giving the audience a whole other show.”

 in the back of his mind, he knew there was a reason why ian was doing what he was doing but he was denial about it. he didn’t want to admit to himself that there was something wrong with ian. he’d told ian’s siblings that he could take care of him and he had, but now ian was coming up with weird ways to make money and it was becoming worrisome. “you wanna pull your weight? get a fucking job. y’know one that doesn’t have you shaking your ass for geriatric viagroids.” mickey himself had been doing illegal jobs to get them more money, but the thing was, he was careful about it. ian had just been doing whatever he wanted without really thinking about the consequences. “look, sveltana’s about to pop any day. as soon as she does, we can start selling her ass again.” 

[milkovichsmickey-a]

southietrash:

Mickey was right - there wasn’t a worse person to go looking for help from than Monica. Ian knew he should probably get away from her and whatever hell she was about to spin into before she took him down with her. But he’d also spent most of his life watching her ups and downs, seeing her disappear and then come back to the Gallagher house at the worst moments like she’d timed it, and now that was all he saw looming in his future any time he thought of going home. And he couldn’t do that to Mickey. No, Mickey deserved so much better than another goddamn hurricane.

“Yeah, you’ll deal with my crazy shit for now, but what happens when it doesn’t fucking stop?” he said with a wet laugh when he heard a car engine start in the background. “This isn’t something you can just fix, it’s part of me. You remember what that nurse said, don’t you? Thirty, forty years. Years, Mickey. On meds I don’t even fucking want. Told you about all the stuff Monica’s pulled before, you’d be crazier than I am to wanna go through that shit.” The words tumbled clumsily out of Ian’s mouth and he hoped they were enough to knock some sense into Mickey before he got too far on the road.

If only past him could see him now, how he was practically running after Ian like some bitch. He had come a long way from the scared, closeted boy he used to be thanks to his dad. At the time, he had thought Ian going off to the Army was better than him sticking around. At least that way, Mickey could have kept him away from his dad. The army might have been dangerous, but facing the wrath of his father was even more dangerous. Now things were different. He was out. His dad was in the joint for a long fucking time. 

Yeah. He had heard the nurse out loud and clear, Ian illness was never going to go away. Maybe he was crazy, but he didn’t want to lose Ian.  “I don’t give a shit if it’s part of you. I love you. Ain’t that what a person who loves someone does? They stick through all the bad shit. No matter how hard it fucking gets.” He knew dealing with all Ian’s crazy shit wasn’t going to be easy, but he was willing to fucking try. All because he loved the stupid, freckled redhead. He ran a hand over his face again, the engine still running though he was still on park. “So what? We hang up and that’s it? I ain’t ever gonna hear from you again?” 

[milkovichsmickey-a]

viiennawaits‌:

“Shit, look – I’m sorry, I have a tendency to not think before I run my stupid mouth when I see blood.” And yeah, Charlie understands ‘being used to it’… doesn’t make it okay. Not by a long shot. “Look, I have a first aid kit.” The cut above the other man’s eye is what worries him. That shit could get infected and that is not an ideal place for an infection. Do not invite strange men into your apartment. It never ends well. “Let me, um – “ He reaches an awkward hand out, trying for a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m Charlie. I promise not to, like, kill you if you let me help you out. Jesus, that made me sound like I’d kill you if I didn’t. I’m on a roll. I can help if you want. If, however, I’ve come off like a psycho, um – there’s a really good InstaCare down the street.”

“I don’t need a fucking first aid kit. It’s just a couple of cuts and bruises, it ain’t that serious.” He had just wanted to be left alone for a while, but of course the guy had to see him and ask him if he needed help — which he didn’t want or need. And right on time, the side of his head started to hurt from where his dad had smashed a beer bottle. “Fuck.” He winced. He knew he had to get himself cleaned up, but with the abandoned building he often squatted at not having any running water and him not wanting to go back home, he didn’t have many options. “Fuck, fine.” He ignored the offered hand that was extended towards him. “I’m not gonna go to fucking InstaCare.” There was no point in going when the injuries he had suffered could easily be fixed without a medical professional. “I’ll let you help patch me up so you can do your good deed of the day, then I’ll be on my way.” 

[mickeygifs]

mickey + his softest lines

→ part two

[wolfmanscn]

“I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.”

— Andy Warhol (via andywarhol-art)

[milkovichsmickey-a]

thebrcthersjones‌:

liam snorts. “trust me, i tried that once before. it didn’t end well for anyone,” he explains with a laugh. “the old man isn’t cut out for so much fun anymore.”

a slightly muffled, yet amused sounding, “i can hear you boys,” floats up from the stairs leading down below deck, making liam grin. “nothing specific since i don’t know what’s around. just wanted a night of fun, ya know?”

mickey let out an amused chuckle. “what you can’t hold your liquor? at your young age?” he shook his head disappointingly. “you’re giving the rest of us young people a bad name, man.” 

a small smile appeared on mickey’s face at nemo’s comment before he turned his attention back to liam.”well you’ve come to the right place. gonna show you how things are done in mexico. just gotta tell el patrón i’m leaving for the night then we can go.”. 

[milkovichsmickey-a]

c0kehead‌:

“ Oh yeah ??”  A wicked , teasing little smile rose upon Tate’s face , as he pulled in close enough to feel Mickey’s breath against his lips but not close enough to actually kiss him .  “ I’m just — that irresistible , am I ??”  He listened carefully as they were still alone , but greatly exposed in the middle of the dry boxed foods aisle of the their local grocery store . Fingers played with short strands of dark hair casually until he made one single abrupt yank against the back of Mickey’s head .  

The blond was standing so close to Mickey that he could smell the body spray he wore mixed in with cigarettes and coffee he often associated with the other. “We both know you’re fucking irresistible. Never could resist you, could I?” His eyes flickered down to Tate’s lips. He was close, but somehow not close enough. When Tate yanked on Mickey’s hair, he raised his eyebrows as if he were warning him. “We should probably get back to shopping.” They still needed to get more things on their list.

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violentscars‌:

@milkovichsmickey

“Look its just a scratch, its nothing.”

“That’s one big fucking scratch.” He rolled his eyes, grabbing his pack of cigarettes. “You get into a fight or did you walk into a door?”

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Happy 24th birthday, Mickey Milkovich: August 10th, 1994 ♡ your desk is looking a little messy…

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