* GOOD / GOLLY !

𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘴, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦.

[mollkovich]

canon - corrected    &    heavily    respected    portrayal    of    Masha    ‘ Molly ’    Milkovich    ,    rescued    from    showtime’s    very    own    trash    fire    ,    shameless. 

[mollkovich]

I know I don't have many mutuals over here - BUT - for the time being Molly is moving to my newly-formed multi account in an attempt to actually get some interactions going. I hope to move her back to her own blog at some point, but for now YOU CAN FIND HER HERE !

[mollkovich]

・ﾟ⋆ ｡˚ ✄   mandy.  

NOTHING. Of course, Molly had been utterly and tremendously bored when Mandy had stumbled across her path. Everything was falling into place as the two of them made their way down the sidewalk. Molly was always so full of energy and part of Mandy wished that she still had some of that same zest. The last time she could recall feeling like that was when she was a child, and that felt like a lifetime ago. It had been short lived really, Mandy had been forced to grow up pretty swiftly with a father like the one she had. 

The sound of the consistent popping of Molly’s bubblegum was wearing on Mandy’s nerves, but she did her best to conceal her feelings. Today she was turning a new leaf, sort of. The least she could do for the girl was take her out. Mandy got into these moods sometimes, notably when she had helped little Debbie Gallagher with her makeup. “Baguette…? Like the bread,” Mandy chuckled, “how about you just buy the nail polish that I was gonna steal and we’ll call it even? You can pick a colour you like, I’ll do your nails kid.”

given the current state of her own fingernails molly couldn’t help but to agree, both quickly and enthusiastically.      “   that   sounds   WAY   better   than   bread   ,   ”      she announced without hesitation. with one smooth motion the gum in her mouth was removed and   stuck   to the underside of a neighbors mailbox, after which molly innocently pulled her hair into a ponytail as if nothing had ever happened. it’s not like anyone would be poking around under there            it was a victimless crime as far as they youngest milkovich was concerned.

with no judgment on her mind what mandy said about stealing nail polish got molly thinking ,   wondering.      “   do   you   have   ,   like   ,   a   JOB   job   right   now   ?   a   real   one   ?   ”      she asked, knowing full well that   stealing   said nail polish still would have been in the cards with or without steady work. some things were just too easy, too   perfectly pocket sized   to pass up. 

[mollkovich]

・ﾟ⋆ ｡˚ ✄           SC .   @mskankovich​

city   winds   caused   the   plastic   bag   beneath   her   thigh   to   rustle   .      pinned to the porch by molly’s weight , the bright yellow receptacle was full of discarded trash  ;   an empty bottle of coke, the remnants of a skittles bag, and various bits of thin cardboard which molly would no doubt save with some sort of jewelry project in mind. it was all to be dealt with later in the day, as for the time being attention was trained solely on the items before her.

stacked   neatly   in   a   row   were   various   tubes   of   various   colors   .    some were clearly broadcasting that they were meant to be a fruit, while others proudly sported the name of drinks or foods that the parent company had clearly partnered up with. there was something to be said for having them   all to herself,   but in the end molly knew that hoarding them would do her no good. it sucked the fun out of it, and besides, she only had two lips and a girl could only use so much chapstick in a lifetime.

it   was   mandy’s  appearance   that   saved   molly   the  need   to   go   out   and   force   a   friendship   on   some   unsuspecting   neighborhood   girl   ,      and although she had no real poof that her older sister would play along, molly saw no reason not to try.      “   you   want   some   ?   ”      the younger asked, scooching over to make room on the front steps.      “   i   panic-bought   some   variety   packs   and   now   i’dunno   what   to   do   with’em   all   .   ”

[mollkovich]

・ﾟ⋆ ｡˚ ✄            SC .   @villainclle​   *   victor.

“   do   you   guys   have   boone’s   farm   ?   ”      a nonchalant question posed with a tone of desperation. the end of a long day found molly with a messy bun and chipped nail polish, bony knees pointing in opposite directions as she sat at the bar with far less than perfect posture.    “   any   flavor   is   fine   ,   but   if   you   don’t   have   that   ,   um   ...   surprise  me   .   ”

[mollkovich]

・ﾟ⋆ ｡˚ ✄            SC .   @jusstabite   *   seth.

“   hey   ,   can   you   help   me   out   ?   ”      something close to confusion lay etched upon her face, the annoyance at having to pick a gift for someone she hardly even knew displayed clearly in molly’s body language. it was a required gift and nothing more, something to hastily wrap in order to save face as opposed to a well thought out present given with affection   -   in other words, a book seemed like the perfect option.   “   what   would   you   suggest   for   someone   who   can   probably   read  ,   but   ,   like   ...   you  aren’t   actually   sure   if   they   can   .   probably   something   with   pictures   ,   right   ?   ”

[mollkovich]

・ﾟ⋆ ｡˚ ✄   mandy.

Mandy looks down at the younger girl as she starts talking a little too EXCITED for Mandy’s taste. “Calm down, I promise you its not going to be any type of adventure.” Mandy opens the door and heads out into the sun, arms resting by her sides. She wasn’t sure she really wanted Molly to come along, but she had her kinder moments. Like when she had helped Debbie Gallagher do her makeup, or attended her sleepover just for the HELL of it. Maybe all Molly needed was a little bit of that same HELP. Not that Milkovichs were notoriously kind, –but perhaps some company might not be the worst thing in the word. 

“First I’ve got to stop at the Kash ‘n’ Grab for smokes and then the small general store over on Willow. See? Nothing special about it. But if you keep up you can come…The fuck were you doing before this anyways?” Mandy stated, although it was already quite obvious that Molly was more than excited to have been invited. 

“   I   was   doing   absolutely   NOTHING   .   ”      and that perfectly explained why going to the stupid corner store sounded like a wonderful day out. it was a little pathetic, molly would admit, but it wasn’t as though she had endless options. friends were few and far between for a variety of reasons, and walking around aimlessly by herself had the tendency to end with less than stellar results. in an ideal world she would have been able to pick up an afternoon shift somewhere, but apparently the universe wasn’t in the mood to be charitable.

mandy’s calm walk into the afternoon sunshine was quickly followed by molly and her field mouse-on-crack energy, electric blue bubblegum popping between her lips as shoes rushed down their front steps.      “   since   you’re   letting   me   come   with   you   ...   i   think   i   should   buy   you   something   .   what’d’you   want   ?   my   first   thought   was   a   baguette   and   i   honestly   have   no   idea   why   .   ”    

[textpostsrus]

“anyway, whatever i guess.”

— me, probably, about some complex personal emotional problem  (via geeses)

[mollkovich]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

[mollkovich]

strawbcrryskyys​.

Mandy had been hiding out in her room for most of the day. She didn’t really know what to do with herself now that she was home. She hadn’t even made it around to go and see Ian yet, mostly because she didn’t want to see Lip. Finally she had worked up enough courage to head out for more cheap nail polish and cigarettes. Her room was already stocked with vodka and magazines, she’d decided that a girls night in was desperately needed. Of course, who wanted to have a girls night in alone? Pushing those thoughts from her mind she made her way into the living room and was heading towards the door when a small answer to her question scrambled out of wherever she’d been hiding. 

Mandy turns to her younger sister, “sure”. She’d always felt guilty about not forging a better relationship with Molly. Honestly, she liked to pretend she wasn’t a family person but the truth was Mandy loved her family. All but her father. She would do anything for any of them in an instant, maybe it was time she stepped up her game as a big sister. “I don’t know how interesting it’ll be but some company might be nice.”

there was suspicion surrounding just how easy it had been to worm her way into whatever it was that mandy was doing            molly wouldn’t complain, but a plethora of questions were swirling around her mind as they often did when one of the   real   milkovich siblings was agreeable. they were known to be a difficult bunch, so when things were the exact   opposite   of difficult it was bound to raise some eyebrows.

before mandy had even finished speaking molly was pulling her shoes on, ready with a smile by the time she’d fully finished her thought.   “  where  are  you  ,  or  i  guess  WE  going  ?  not  that  it  really  matters  .  whatever  you  say  i’m  in  ,  ready  for  the  adventure  ,  down  for  the  ride  . ”

[mollkovich]

𝗦𝗖  ☾ ✧･ *✄┈┈┈┈┈  @strawbcrryskyys

if she committed to staying still, shallow breaths and not even so much as an eyelid twitch, molly was sure that she could   hear her fingernails growing. there was almost always some sort of of chaos going on in the milkovich home ;   rarely laughter, often yelling, bodies moving in and out of various rooms for various reasons. there was always something...until there wasn’t.   it was the quiet days that molly had come to dread, with nothing to do hours ticked by in silence as she waited for either entertainment or death            happy to welcome whichever happened to come first.

it was desperation which had scrawny legs and clumsy feet scrambling to the living room the moment footsteps were heard, the younger girl catching sight of her sister just in time.   “  you  goin’  somewhere  ?  can  i  come  too  ?  ”

[thepersonalquotes]

I suck at apologies, so… unfuck you, or whatever.

[mollkovich]

milkovichsmickey​:

“I’ve had a job,” he corrected her, not that it was all that important. “Worked as a security guard at the Kash n Grab for a hot minute.” Until one day he just stopped showing up. He had a good reason, his life wasn’t all that great during that time so he went awol for a couple of days as he tried to process everything that was going on in his life. He never bothered going back, even after Ian had took off  “Don’t wanna have someone tellin’ me what to do all the goddamn time, the fuck I wanna have someone givin’ me orders for?” He would rather be the one who did the ordering around and when he his illegal jobs, he had done just that. 

There was another reason why he didn’t attempt to get a ‘real’ job, but he wasn’t about to have a heart to heart with his sister. “Just ‘cause my jobs ain’t of the legal kind don’t mean nothing. I make money either way, ain’t that why people get jobs in the first place? To make money?” He didn’t see the point in getting an actual job when he could make a lot more money doing what he did in the streets. “Don’t see the problem.” 

He grabbed a beer out of the fridge, gesturing to the papers she had laid out in front of her. “What kind of job you applying for anyway?” Curiosity had gotten the best of him and if he helped his sister get a job, then maybe she could start helping around the house. 

hands came up in a defensive motion as molly tried not to smirk. she was  (  for once  )  quite happy to have been proven wrong. granted, working as a security guard for a convenience store wasn’t exactly the same as being a banker, but she hadn’t been on his ass for not having a 401K, she’d been on his ass about not having   any   sort of real job which just so happened to have been incorrect.   “ my  mistake  , ”   she  said  with  an  innocent  smile  .   “ i’m  sure  you  were  the  scariest  security  boy  they’d  ever  seen  . ”   all jokes aside, if molly were in the mood to lift a pepsi and saw someone like mickey standing by the door? she’d think twice about just how thirsty she was.

as mickey gestured to the papers before her molly was quick to straighten them out, multiple pages per job and multiple jobs on her list meant that the designated work area had gotten more than a little cluttered.   “ most  of  it’s  waitressing  , ”   she said with an unimpressed shrug.    “ but  this  one  is  for  a grocery  store  , and   this   is  for  that  shitty  little  recording  studio  up  on  south  union  .  they’re  just  looking  for  someone  to  answer  phones  and  shit  i  guess  ...  could  be  fun  though  ,  right  ? ”  

[mollkovich]

Mickey​.

jobs where you would get paid every two weeks ( one in some cases or monthly in others ) and milkoviches usually didn’t mix. besides molly, mandy was currently the only sibling he had that had a legal job, the jobs that mickey had had were of the illegal sort. the only time he had an actual job had been when he was forced to get one by his probation officer. still, he had never had to fill out an application before “ain’t this something you’re better off at askin’ mandy about?” though he had a feeling she had only asked him because he was the only one around and had walked into the room at the wrong time. cracking open a beer, he brought the can up to his mouth before he spoke again. “but there’s a good chance she got her jobs by flashing her tits and sucking the managers off, either way she got the fucking job.”  

“   You see mandy in this room? cause i sure don’t.   ”      Eyes rolled, vibrant blue somehow making the act even more noticeable than it would have been otherwise. Unless she tried her hardest to play into the role she’d been given molly found it difficult to seamlessly   BE   a milkovich, but those eyes ;  they were proof enough that she was part of their family, if only by blood.

Truth be told, Molly didn’t   HATE   the ideas being put forth by her older brother, but saying as much wasn’t an option, instead she would pretend to jot it down, exaggerated hand movements showing that it was all in jest.   “   M’not totally convinced that flashing the manager would work for me, but thanks for the advice, I guess.    ”   Depending on how the actual application went, having a few other options wouldn’t hurt.

Giving Mickey a once-over Molly leaned back in her chair, a quiet sigh passing through parted lips seconds before the heels of her hands came to press against tired eyes.   “   So what’s the deal, why is Mandy the only one who bothers to have an  actual   job? You’re smart enough, and I’m sure you could suck somethin’ just as well as she could if that’s what it takes.    ”

[mollkovich]

Where comfort was to be expected, absolutely none was found. As a familiar face   {!}   𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕  {!}      planted himself behind her in line, he was greeted with a swift nod which knocked brunette locks loose from the haphazard bun in which they previously sat.      “   Long line,   ”       she mumbled after a deep breath, stating the    b l a t a n t l y    obvious.      “   It’s almost like they think we don’t know their food is fuckin’ shitty.   ” 

☾ ✧･ *✄┈┈┈┈┈      🆂tarter🅲all    .....   @gallagvr​

[mollkovich]

“   ʜ ᴇ ʏ   . . .   ” As a blue pen tapped against molly’s front teeth it was clear to see that the young woman was stumped.   It wasn’t her first job application, nor would it be her last, but it seemed as though every new form which she filled out had a new and completley unnecessary question added, and on the form which currently had heart and mind fully engrossed, said question had absolutely nothing to do with work history and instead focused on the one thing molly couldn’t easily bullshit her way around ;   herself.  “   What would you say my      BEST QUALITIES      are   . . .   ” 

☾ ✧･ *✄┈┈┈┈┈      🆂tarter🅲all    ..... @milkovichsmickey​

[morgoth-bauglir]

dtf? if you mean down to fight then yes always