myholldoll and mckeysgallagher tagged me in this thing thank u v much u good-looking elegant turtles
Answer the following questions in either an audio, video, or text post (do what you feel comfortable with!) and tag 10 people to do the same. Have fun!
1. State your name and current URL
emma // noelroeimfisher
2. Do you have any saved URLs? If so, what is your favorite one?
i have so many follow up questions to holly’s answer.......anyways.............. i dont have any saved urls other than my ex-urls and also my full name so i dont repeat ted cruz’s mistake when i run 4 president
3. When did you join tumblr and why?
2010 for my main blog bc my brother was on tumblr and he is my gauge for what is cool in the world..................march 2014 for this one bc my noel obsession reached a level that required some amount of documentation
4. What fandoms are you apart of?
shameless i suppose
5. Do you read and/or write fanfiction for said fandom(s)?
big time and i have written stuff before but not in a while
6. Talk about your favorite fic you’ve read and/or written.
i think?? tstlsoom is my favorite?? idk its hard to think of just one. but that one popped into my head first. i just really love the way both ian and mickey are written and idek what else to say about it its just v great and everyone should read it
7. What TV shows have you started watching because of tumblr?
shameless bc i saw gifs of noel and i was like!!! noel fisher??? in a new show??? and then like seventeen thousand years later i made this blog. also unbreakable kimmy schmidt, true detective, and west wing, and probably a ton of others
8. Talk about your first fandom/tumblr friend.
i honestly dont know :/
9. What do you love most about blogging?
it is something to do
10. Have you ever met a tumblr friend in real life? Would you want to?
no and probably yes but i would be v anxious that i would ruin everything so idk??
11. What is your all-time favorite tumblr meme?
i dont think i fully understand what a meme is
12. Name 5 blogs that everyone should follow, and state why.
((im doing more than 5 and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop me and also these turned out to be more about why i love all of u than why everyone should follow u?? i suppose its the same thing tho. and this got really long and embarrassing so it is under a cut !!))
thestarsarealight bárbara just has a beautiful soul and i feel like she is a nine-billion year old star lady who just lives in the sky and watches over everybody and makes sure everybody has plenty of water and blankets and also she sings like a perfect little angel and someday we will do a duet
anythingbutgrief u were one of the first shameless blogs i followed and i remember one time u posted something about my sidebar (r.i.p.) and i was jsu t oh my god Vivian Noticed Me honestly i felt like i hit the big time, like that was It, that was my moment in the sun tbh. and basically that just describes how i still feel about u its like i cant even believe u kno my name
hisfuckinfamily the very first thing i said to u was about the princess bride and i took u on a very long journey of a metaphor bc i assumed that like everybody else in the world u had seen the movie but u hadN’T and u still haven’t seen it but i forgive u and i only want the best for u which includes watching the princess bride bc literally everyone has seen it like my dog probably knows it by heart, it is probably her favorite movie i’ll ask her later. anyways i love u and i am so lucky to be ur grandmother tbh
lesjouetsdudestin angela is so beautifully honest and intelligent and she just ?? she strings words together so eloquently no matter what and i am constantly so amazed by that ability tbh and also she always has the fluffiest most adorably specific headcanons that just make u want to squeeze something!!! and!!! the grumpy mickey that she draws!!! like this one!!! is the cutest thing that has ever happened!!!
mckeysgallagher i dont even remember when i originally followed u and i think probably i saw u talking to someone else and was like..........yes hello i am here. kensie’s!! eyes!! are!! so!! green!! she is writing an i n c r e d i b l e ixm fic rn that i am lucky enough to read before anyone else gets to even tho i prob dont deserve that honor ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and she is also the sweetest person on the planet fyi
baphometsss bel i think u were another one where i saw u talking to someone else (probably angela tbh) and was just like who! is! this! i think u r so cool and i love your love of astrology like that is such a cool thing to know so mcuh about and i had no idea how complex it is!!! also your appreciation for mickey’s leggies is so beautiful and ur fics are some of my absolute favorites
peeves i only followed u recently?? idk what i was doing before?? eileen is so kind and thoughtful an d just seems like one of those ppl that u immediately feel comfortable with which is such an impressive quality and her hair is like directly from a mermaid, like an actual mermaid probably bestowed that hair upon her and we should all be a little intimidated by that but in a good way
nolfisher honeslty how many times have i almost referred to someone as a potato and then had to stop myself......like........................ u have infiltrated my brain with ur potato nonsense in a way that i v much appreciate and i think the first time u talked to me was about starting SUN and i was completely useless and unhelpful??? but here we are anyways and if thats not true love idk what is tbh ((and also now SUN is like everybody’s favorite so a+ on that))
sirkururugi jack is off having a irl life rn which is v cool even tho i miss him. jack's happiness and excitement is so infectious??? i always smile when jack posts things??? and i remember that like the first thing u said to me was about deandre yedlin who is my tiny soccer son and it was like soemthing about him spreading his bb eagle wings at the world cup and i was like that’s IT we’re friends
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this became such a bizarre mix of speaking to you and speaking about you ???? im so embarrassing anyways i am tagging all the cute nerds i just mentioned if u wanna do this :^)
More Information You Didn’t Care to Know About Me :)
By: Melody ( WithMyWordsISpeakTruth)
BASICS
Name: Cassidy
Nickname: Chassidy, Cassie
Birthday: November 3rd, 1994 :)
Favourite number(s): 8
Height: 5’ 3"
Talents: Writing, reading, singing, watching TV shows, listening and discovering new songs
Can you juggle? Hell no
Art/Sports/Both? Both
Do you like writing? I do.
Do you like dancing? Yes, kind of..
Do you like singing? Yes o^u^o, it's my guilty pleasure. Been doing it since I was a child.
Last thing you Googled? Sports interviews gone wrong
Most used phrase? "What the fuck!!"
FANTASIZE
Dream vacation: Anywhere where there is water like a lake, a river or the beach. Or just a place where there are things to discover.
Dream guy/gal: Someone who is intelligent and ambitious and funny, and I already have him <3
Dream wedding: In Hawaii or New Zealand. Preferably Hawaii though, I want there to be a lot of food. But most of all I want to see my family and my partner's family come together.
Dream pet: A tiger cub, not to keep as a pet, but to take care of or nurse :)
Dream job: To be an actress or open an animal sanctuary/ nursery for endangered animals.
MUSIC
Favourite song: Pompeii by Bastille
Favourite Album: Helplessness Blues - Fleet Foxes
Last song you’ve heard on the radio: Anaconda by Nicki Minaj haha
Least favourite song: Loyal by Chris Brown
Least favourite album: Don't have one, because if they're my least favorite then I wouldn't care what the album name was.
Least favourite artist: Don't really have one, I guess, Vanessa Hudgens when she was still making music.
PREFERENCE
Guys/Girls/Both: Guys
Hair color: Don't care :)
Eye color: Doesn't matter :)
Humorous/serious: A good balance of both. But I am a sucker for a guy who can make me laugh.
Taller/Shorter: I prefer them a little on the taller side
ok sara noelfuckinfisher tagged me in thIS (thank u my angel) and here i am!!! im sorry for my voice??? i sound funny. i dont kNOW ok. (AND THE ENDING IS FOR MEGAN gallagherisms OK.... I DID THE THING)
mickey has the genius idea of taking debbie to prom - inspired by [x] (ianmickey - 2185 words - ao3)
"Boys are stupid," Debbie proclaimed, late one afternoon after school, storming into the Gallagher kitchen and plopping down at the kitchen table.
She said it with so much pure conviction that Ian burst out laughing. Mickey glared down at his plate, where a couple of Debbie's papers had burst out of her backpack and somehow covered his pancakes. Debbie picked them up, making a face when they came back all syrupy, and shot Mickey an apologetic smile.
"What happened, Debs?" Ian asked, gently, because Debbie never seemed to want to open up about her life, preferring to keep quiet, and Ian missed talking to her. He missed laughing with her about stupid stuff, missed getting his ass kicked on the Xbox, missed the way her face lit up when she told him about her new friends at school.
"Nothing," she mumbled, predictably.
"Debbie," Mickey said, more forcefully than Ian would have dared, but his gruffness seemed to work, because she sighed and sat down, looking up at Mickey with a tiny frown on her face.
"Just prom stuff. No one wants to go with me." She sounded defeated, and Ian hated it. Seeing Debbie as anything other than her headstrong, happy self scared him, because he always counted on her to see the bright side of a situation, to remind him that everything wasn't as bad as it seemed, to just smile and magically make Ian's chest feel a little less tight.
"You don't need a boy to go to prom," Ian reassured her.
"I'll go with you," Mickey said, at the same time.
Debbie's eyes got wide, a smile slowly spreading over her face. "Really?"
"Really," Mickey nodded. "I never went to my prom, anyways. Always wondered if they were like the ones in the movies" (Ian didn't have the heart to tell him that they weren't). "Plus, you can point out the guys I need to beat-up for thinking that Debbie Gallagher would be anything less than a fucking fantastic prom date."
"What," Ian said, stupidly.
"It's a great idea!" Debbie's voice rose in her excitement, and Ian was still trying to wrap his head around the thought of Mickey going to prom with his little sister.
Mickey turned around to look at Ian, and shrugged. "You gonna try to turn down that face? It'll be fun!" He raised his eyebrows, cheekily.
"You guys are fucking crazy," Ian sighed. "Don't you have to take someone that actually goes to school with you?"
Debbie shook her head. "You can fill out a form or something to take a guest."
Mickey and Debbie were smiling at Ian, and he was pretty much powerless when one of them smiled at him, let alone both of them. They could probably convince him to commit a felony, if they wanted.
"I'll wear a tux," Mickey said.
"Sold," Ian said, quickly, too quickly, and Debbie laughed at him for like five fucking minutes straight.
---
Ian found the old camera underneath Carl's bed, and miraculously, it still worked. Mickey burst into his room while he was making space on the memory card, and he tossed his rented tuxedo down, the plastic wrapping crinkling.
"You really gonna change in here?" Ian asked, standing up to press his hands into Mickey's hips. He grinned lasciviously at Mickey, in his white tank-top and plaid boxers, dragging his hands upwards over the thin fabric.
"Damn right, I am," Mickey said. "And you're gonna keep your hands to yourself so we can get outta here on time."
Ian pouted, but he took his hands off. Mickey was right. He didn't want Debbie to be late because he couldn't resist Mickey in a suit.
Mickey unwrapped the tux and Ian went back to the camera, discreetly watching Mickey out of the corner of his eye as he pulled on the black slacks and buttoned up his shirt.
"What are your intentions with my sister?" Ian asked, jokingly.
Mickey raised his eyebrows, fumbling with the suit jacket. "Gonna show all those assholes what they're missing out on. And make it through the night without getting my feet stomped on by those killer heels Debbie bought." He paused to reach down and tie his shoes, before standing up again and looking straight at Ian, his eyes bright. Ian shivered. "Might make out with her brother a little bit. Later."
Ian grinned. He was gonna get Mickey out of that suit, no doubt about it. He just had to be patient.
"Sounds good to me. We should probably head downstairs now, though." He held up the camera. "Gotta have time for pictures."
---
Debbie looked like a princess. Her dress was dark green, with gold embroidery, and Vee and Fiona had done her hair and makeup, and Ian couldn't stop smiling when she thumped down the stairs in her high heels.
It was still light outside, so everyone moved to the front lawn, staring up at Debbie and Mickey on the porch steps. Veronica made them try out a million different poses, and Ian snapped pictures of every single one. Mickey caught his eye a few times, and he smiled, really smiled, down at Ian, and the sun set behind them in the sky and the evening light lit up Mickey's dark hair.
Ian was so goddamn happy, and it was stupid, but it was just special, seeing two of the people he loved most in the world all dolled up for something as ridiculous as prom. Because Mickey never had one, and Debbie got to spend hers with someone she adored, and they were both so fucking happy that Ian couldn't even handle it.
"Alright you two," Fiona called. "Time to get going."
Mickey led Debbie down the steps, a hand around her shoulder, and Ian caught his other hand when they walked by. He squeezed it, softly, and Mickey threaded his fingers through Ian's and squeezed back. It still always took Ian by surprise, the way Mickey could be so gentle, the way the tangle of their fingers could make Ian feel like he was floating, the way Mickey talked through simple touches (good morning, be safe, I love you), through the press of skin-on-skin, healing with his hands in a way no Milkovich had been taught to do.
Kevin revved up his bright red truck, which Carl had covered in balloons (but not before driving the others nuts when he inhaled some helium and yelled at them in a really high and squeaky voice), and Debbie and Mickey climbed in the back. Debbie beamed out the side window, waving at them as Kev drove away.
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Mickey didn't know, but Ian had signed up to chaperone, but they only had Kevin's car, so Ian had to walk to the school. He checked in at the front desk when he arrived, but the parents failed to mention what exactly a chaperone was supposed to do, so he slipped into a corner of the dark gymnasium and kept his eyes out for anything suspicious.
He wasn't quite sure what the theme was, something to do with water, judging by the fish balloons and wave decorations lining the wall, and it was kinda shitty, but that wasn't the important part of prom.
Ian caught sight of them about an hour in, dancing to some upbeat party song (okay, Mickey was doing more glaring than dancing, but his feet were moving). They were surrounded by a group of Debbie's friends, and Debbie looked so incandescently happy, her hair falling out of the pins and creating loose waves in front of her face, that Ian felt a small laugh burst out of his chest. He probably looked fucking weird, laughing to himself in the corner, but he didn't care. Mickey and Debbie were practically glowing under the dim lights.
The song changed, the beat slowing down, and Ian watched in wonder, as Debbie pointed to a blond boy a couple feet away. Mickey nodded and Debbie's face broke into a grin. She moved forward and tapped the boy on the shoulder, still smiling when he whirled around. Ian felt giddy when the boy smiled back, and then placed his hands on her shoulders and they fell in time to the music.
Mickey stepped back, awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his heels, and Ian made a decision. He pushed his way through the cloud of perfume and cologne, avoiding the swaying couples, and he ended up in front of Mickey, whose eyes were wide and surprised.
"Wanna dance?" Ian asked, and Mickey thumbed at his mouth, looking around nervously, but then he looked back at Ian and his eyes softened.
"Yeah," Mickey said, unevenly. "Yeah, I do."
He reached up and laced his hands around Ian's head, his fingers warm against the back of Ian's neck. Ian pressed his thumbs into Mickey's hipbones, spreading his hands around Mickey's waist. He thought he heard Mickey sigh.
"Why are you here?" Mickey wondered, softly.
"Heard there was gonna be some real thugs here. You know, the kind from juvie, with guns and scary tattoos. Wanted to keep it safe."
Mickey flicked the back of Ian's neck, "Loser," and pressed his body closer.
They didn't move much, they just kinda hung on to each other, and Ian smiled at Mickey and Mickey smiled at Ian, and the music washed over them, the balloons floated around them, and they danced with each other in this small gymnasium because they never had before. Two boys in the mess, clinging on to each other, breathing against each other's faces, because the way they felt, the way their eyes met, the way they helped each other be stronger, be brave, be happy, was truly important.
The song stopped, breaking the spell, and Ian realized that Debbie was looking over at them, her hand covering her mouth, and Ian gave her a thumbs up.
"Gonna steal your date for a little bit," he called over. "Have fun!" Ian winked at her, gesturing towards the blond kid. Debbie rolled her eyes.
Ian and Mickey untangled, but stayed close together, Mickey's suit rustling against Ian, and Ian had the sudden urge to get him the fuck out of it.
"This way," he whispered in Mickey's ear, and dragged him in the direction of the bathrooms. They practically ran through the dark hallways, and luckily, no one else was around. Mickey followed, his breath getting quicker, and Ian could not get him in the stall fast enough.
He locked it and pressed Mickey up against the door, kissing him hard. Mickey responded by sliding his hands under Ian's shirt, and when they broke apart to breathe, Ian let out a few short gasps against Mickey's lips because his hands were fucking cold.
"Not fair," Mickey panted, as Ian scrambled to undo his bow tie and slide the suit jacket off Mickey's shoulders. "I want to see you in a suit. And then take it off."
"Later," Ian said, completely distracted as he popped open the last button on Mickey's shirt and spread his hands across his bare chest. "Shut up and do something useful with your mouth."
Mickey raised an eyebrow, but he complied, capturing Ian's mouth again and pressing their bodies closer against the stall. Ian fumbled with Mickey's zipper, but he finally got it open and palmed Mickey through the fabric.
"Shit," Mickey panted hotly, against Ian's neck. "Fuck, oh fuck."
He pulled Ian completely flush against him, and Ian could feel him, hard through their pants, and then Mickey rolled his hips and Ian literally forgot what he was doing, and rolled his hips back. They stuttered against each other, fast, then faster, Mickey mouthing at Ian's skin, making small noises that were driving Ian crazy, Ian's hands twisted in Mickey's hair, their cocks brushing in the most madly, infuriating way, but they were so close.
"Ian," Mickey moaned, and that's it, show's over folks, Ian went over the edge and Mickey followed a few moments later, and they stood there, wrapped up in each other, breathing heavily, their foreheads (sticky with sweat) pressed together.
"Jesus Christ," Ian said, his voice embarrassingly gravely. "I can't believe we just did that in a high school bathroom."
"Told you I missed high school," Mickey smirked.
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Debbie took one look at Mickey's undone bow tie (they were too lazy to figure it out again), their dazed looks and their screwed up hair, and held up her hand.
"I don't even want to know," she laughed. "You guys go home - or not. I'll see you later."
They nodded at her, and Debbie caught Mickey's arm.
"Thanks," she said, seriously. "For taking me to prom. Besides the whole being my brother's boyfriend thing, you made a pretty great date."
Mickey pulled on one of her curls, smiling, thanking her without words, because it was the way he knew best. Ian watched the whole thing, his heart beating hard against his chest, because he loved both of them so much, and here they were, happy, and goofy, and smiling, and it was the best feeling in the world.
