#big mick

[dysphorie]

Courtesy of me and the hubstand

[archivetallica]

Cake time! 🍰

it is written: "thanking the band and crew for a successful 1987 european tour"

[thatlaidbackdude]

For Halloween, the Fat Sal's location in Hollywood turned into McDowell's from the "Coming To America" movie.

[shortforesmerelda]

Achilleus: So, what's the plan? We go in there and just pow, pow, pow! And free Maxie and Blue?

Ollie: What was that noise?

Achilleus: Guns.

Whitney: No, Akkie, I think you mean [imitates gun sounds]

Achilleus: That sounds like fireworks.

Lewis: Technically, they're more like ba-choo, ba-choo, ba-choo!

Ollie: Okay, enough with the bad sound effects. Besides, it's more like blam, blam, blam!

Achilleus: What?

Whitney: You're crazy.

Lewis: No way.

Mick: Wrong.

[the-twisted-kids]

Blue: Look, I know you think my judgement's clouded because I care about Maxie a little bit...

Mick: You doodled your wedding invitations.

Blue: No! That's our joint tombstones.

Mick: My Mistake.

[dysphorie]

No talk me. Many thoughts. Head full. Mick grabbing you by the face so your mouth opens and he just- opens his mouth so his spit globs into your mouth all slow and gross, and it tastes of like, blood and whiskey, and he just drops you down grins like a freak and mutters "Swallow, bitch." And- MMM YEAH

*furiously scribbles notes*

[dysphorie]

𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙙𝙗𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠!: 𝙢𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙩 >:]

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"Shhhh, shhh, it's ok. It'll all be over soon, don't worry." Mick tightens his grip a little, relishing the way bone and cartilage shift and creak beneath his fingers. The way their bloodshot eyes bore into Mick as he leans his weight down through his arms to his hands make his heart hurt. "Just relax," he coos.

Tears leak from their eyes, spilling over Mick’s fingers. He almost moves his thumbs to wipe them away, but they're too firmly pressed against that groaning windpine.

"Oh hey now, don't cry. I'm sorry, i never meant to hurt you...it just has to be this way, you understand right?"

It only takes another second, but the hands that had been clamped around his wrists loosen before falling away completely, knuckles heavily hitting the gritty ground but no pain registering.

He strokes a hand across their face, closing their eyes and cleaning the tears from their cheeks. "There we go, all done. You were perfect," he whispers as he stands up and walks away, rubbing his aching hands.

[dysphorie]

𝙎𝙇𝙀𝙀𝙋 𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝘾𝙆 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙂𝙀𝙏 𝙏𝙊𝙐

NUUUUUUUU I'M SORRY MICK PLZ I'M GOING TO BED I PROMISE 😭😭😭😭😭