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Mickey was snuggling with Clay and fell asleep.  Meanwhile, I secretly put party hats on them and took this snap just for you!  (I’m not sure why they are in outer space though >.> )

Happy Birthday, Sensei!!!

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We don’t get a middle ground you and me, it’s either zero or a fucking thousand for us, there’s no in-between.

Mickey to Ian in The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher

I SWEAR TO GOD, THIS IS THE BEST DESCRIPTION OF IAN AND MICKEY’S RELATIONSHIP,  IN FICS AND ON THE SHOW

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You get it all; I give you everything. There’s nothing left when you’re done.

Ian to Mickey in TIPDIG

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Everyone go read this!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s happy and hilarious and fluffy as hell and  just the thing we need now in our lives.

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Gooooooooood morning members of the Dead Sal society!

Are you ready for today? Hell, I am! I woke up, showered, made myself a nice hot chocolate and am sitting here reblogging shit while waiting for you know what from you know who.

So madam you know who, hurry up and give it to me. I’m ready for whatever you have , just bring it on. 

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me after reading chapter 12 of The increasingly poor decisions of Ian Gallagher

Here it is, my weekly TIPDIG gif review. This week’s update was a bit hard to find the gifs for, but I think I’ve managed to capture the important scenes. Enjoy!

“He gave into the temptation and slowly popped the head of Ian’s cock into his mouth... -  He fell back against the pillows, spent and breathless, while Ian’s hand slowed and stopped after the last of Mickey’s convulsions subsided.”

  Alex narrowed her eyes and leaned forward, and suddenly it was on. “What was his name?”Ian shook his head. “Kept it anonymous.”“Was he young?”“Yes.”“How young?”“My age?”“So you didn’t exchange names but you swapped ages?”“I’m ball parking.”“I bet you ball parked. How tall?”“I-I don’t know, average?”“Hair colour?”“Black.”“Eye colour?”“Blue.”“Tats?”“Yes.”“You fucked Mickey, didn’t you?”“Yes, no, wait!”

“...(Mickey) opened the duffel bag he had tucked away there. He rifled though it until he found what he was looking for and pulled it out. He clicked the button and jumped a little at the enthusiastic buzzing as his toy shook to life.“I really fucking hate you,” he muttered to Ian’s picture as he placed it on the pillow and knelt on the bed before it.

“Mickey hooked his fingers in Ian’s pants and underwear and yanked them down..... - ....“So fucking good,” Ian gasped before they both came hard, shuddering against each other as they rode the wave of their orgasm.”

“Is there a fucking fire I don’t know about?!” Sal groused as Ian edged towards the door. “What, not even a goodbye kiss?” Ian glanced helplessly at the door and doubled back quickly to give Sal his kiss. “Goddamned kids, always in a fucking rush,” Sal grumbled and rolled over to go back to sleep until a decent goddamned hour.  

“There isn’t a day that goes by that I didn’t wish you weren’t mine by blood,” Sal said, frowning a little as he rambled on, “but it doesn’t fucking matter. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. That’s how the saying really goes. I bet even the college boy didn’t know that, huh?” Sal snickered and kicked at Ian’s leg before turning his full attention back to Mickey. “Doesn’t fucking matter. Everything I have is yours. You stick with Sal Boerio, kid. You’re my fucking prince and I take care of my own.”

“Ian wondered if he should just tell him that it didn’t matter in the long run, that the moment with Sal was just a small island in an ocean of hurt and manipulation. That Sal wasn’t going to love him the way Ian did; wasn’t going to love him in any way that was right. That the men they had as fathers and father figures weren’t capable of loving them, not even on the best days and with the best intentions—it was simply beyond their capacities....   So Ian wasn’t going to say anything at all to the man hesitating at his doorway. Instead he went to him, took him by his tie, and pulled him across the threshold.”

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me after reading chapter 11 of The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher

“So that’s it then?” he (Mickey) asked quietly, searching Ian’s face, “we can’t bang so we’re just nothing now? There isn’t anything else here?”

“Yeah okay, friends—I think we can manage that,” he(Ian) tried to pump some lightness into his voice, “you probably suck in bed anyway.”

Mickey sniffed, “if that’s how you need to play it to sleep at night, then by all means. But just so you know, I would have been the best lay of your fucking life, bar none.”

“Forget Sal!” Ian shook Mickey a little, “this isn’t about him, it’s about us. He doesn’t own me!”    “No, he doesn’t,” Mickey agreed as he stared up at Ian earnestly, “but he owns me.”

Ian shoved Mickey against the wall and bit and pulled at Mickey’s lips, demanding access, and Mickey wasn’t about to deny him.

Aggravated, he (Ian) did the most mature thing he could think of and kicked Mickey’s seat.     Mickey pursed his lips and gripped the wheel a little tighter. 

Mickey let Ian kick his seat a few more times before he retaliated. He slammed on his brakes abruptly at the next red light and sent Ian tumbling to the ground with a squawk.  “My bad,” Mickey sang out, “maybe you should buckle up back there. Safety first and all that.”

Ian closed the small distance between them and got right into Mickey’s face. “Fuck you, you’re nothing but a fucking lackey, and if you think I’m going to make some Joe Pesci-wannabe look down on me, you’ve got another guess coming.”

AND EVERYTHING FROM: He surged up and slammed Mickey hard onto his back, eliciting a sharp grunt from Mickey. TO: Mickey smiled and let sleep take him. Fuck it; he’d deal with it in the morning. WAS JUST:

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me after reading chapter 10 of The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Ian Gallagher

"He (Mickey) then deliberately wiped his thumb across Ian’s knuckles, grinning wickedly as he did so. “Something to remember me by...”

“You don’t like the watch?” Mickey asked him, “I hauled ass all over the Diamond District looking for this model.”... "... I figure we could be watch buddies.”

Mickey had the young woman bent and spread over a pool table in the room.

"I’m fucking into you and I’m trying as hard as I can not to be, but I can’t fucking help it, Gallagher"

"You and me...it's just a thing that cannot happen." 

Mickey Milkovich was gay, Mickey Milkovich liked him a lot and Mickey Milkovich had just completely shut him down.

BASICALLY, THROUGH THE ENTIRE SECOND HALF OF THE CHAPTER I WAS LIKE