#shameless thoughts

[yourlocaldumptruckz]

Men beaten, bloody, and suffering >>>>>>> literally anything else.

I love my men weak and pathetic.

[dearpyramus]

one thing i think shameless did well is hammering in the fact that addiction can be an explanation but is not always an excuse for behaviors. an example of this is lip vs frank. how lip did hurt people yet continues to try his best to recover and give a good life for his kid. the exact opposite can be said about frank who constantly abuses his kids and has only “tried” to be sober when it directly benefited him and has never once tried to apologize or make up for his behaviors. yet for some reason too many people try to excuse frank by saying “he’s a struggling alcoholic.” and that he really did care for his kids deep down. on the opposite end of the spectrum we have people demonizing lip and victim blaming him and not knowing that alcoholism is a disease and as if he had complete control when he was spiraling and actively being taken advantage of by two professors with no support system. yall rlly missed big nuances of the show and its very sad to see considering these are real things real ppl go thru.

[maeberzatto]

gallagher next door | lip gallagher

lip learns an interesting fact about you and has to change it. ─ 1.43k ─ nsfw content, minors dni! (fem/afab!reader, 'angel', 'honey', other pet names used, oral - f recieving, unwrapped p in v, fingering, friends to lovers, no use of y/n)

Lip Gallagher’s throwing pebbles at your window, and it doesn't surprise you.

Lip had been your best friend for a few years now. He was the boy you went to for dating advice, you were the one he went to for his crazy family dramas and advice on what to do most of the time. You two were each other’s soulmate, as people joked.

Ever since you moved to Chicago nearly sixteen years ago and met Lip as the boy next door, you knew there was something unique about him. Something that drew you to him naturally.

He’d made a habit most recently of climbing into your window to talk. Late night thoughts, troubes. Anything and everything, all he had to do was throw small enough sized pebbles to get your attention and you’d sneak him in through the front door up to your bedroom.

Sure enough, it was happening again tonight. An oversized t-shirt and pajama shorts, you stuck your head out into the cold summer air. Finding Lip down below as you hum. “Whatcha doing, Gallagher?” You ask.

“Hey, there’s the prettiest girl. Do you look prettier then the last time I saw you?” He asks, head tilted up at you as your roll your eyes. “You saw me this morning, Lip.” You comment.

"Point stands, sweetness. You gonna make me stand here all night or do I get to come in?" He asks. You pause like you're contemplating it before you giggle, rushing downstairs and opening the front door. "Your parents home?" He questions as he hangs his coat up.

You shake your head. "Business conference." You answer as you walk upstairs with him. He plops himself down on your bed, grabbing one of your stuffed rabbits and playing with its ears. You sit beside him. "Have you eaten today?" It's always the first thing you ask him, knowing he can either get so busy and forget, or just forget to eat in general.

"Nah. Had oatmeal Fi made this morning, though. Wasn't very good." He answers as you frown. "Lip, that was like eight in the morning. It's almost.." you give a glance to the clock. ".. nine pm. Let me make you something. Mac and cheese?" You offer, remembering it's one of the boys favorites.

He lets out a soft groan. "That sounds better then head right now. You know me so well." He says as he sits up. You laugh nervously. "I wouldn't know but.. whatever you say." You comment.

He stares at you. "No one's ever gone down on you?" He asks, all seriousness in his voice. You roll your eyes. "Don't call it that, Lip. But to answer, no." You say with a shrug.

You frown as he continues to stare. "It's not a big deal." You mumble. He shakes his head. "No, no I just- I guess I assumed an ex would have offered or something at least."

"I don't know. One guy.. tried I guess.. but he wasn't very good and he stopped just like, a minute in cause I took too long." You answer.

"Okay.. angel, can I ask you something?"

"Of course you can."

"You trust me, right?" He takes a step. "Of course I do, Lip, more than anyone." He nods. "Next question.." He says.

"Would you let me taste you?" He's suddenly standing closer to you, just within arms reach.

Your eyes meet his instantly as you stare at him. "Lip-" You begin to speak but cut yourself off, shaking your head. "I don't want you to feel like you have to or anything, and I don't want this to change things between us."

"It won't. You trust me, don't you? I wanna do this." He says, pressing his forehead against yours. You stare at him before you exhale. "Okay." You agree, your voice soft.

It doesn't take long after that for his lips to be on yours, kissing you slowly. Your hands sit at your side before you think to move them, wrapping them around his neck. His find your waist, slowly beginning to move you toward the bed, letting you fall back first as you smile against his lips.

His hands explore new areas, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. You let him do as he pleases, your hands gripping at fabric as he pulls away, beginning to kiss down your jaw.

“Lip.” You moan as he begins sucking on your neck. He only pulls away to remove your shirt, so he can have easier access to your chest. Kissing down your chest, hands on your thighs as you let out soft moans that he thinks are heavenly.

He then removes your shorts, removing his own shirt. Hands kneeding at the skin at your thighs, as he begins kissing down your stomach. You let out impatient whines as he smirks against the skin. “Patience, angel. Gotta take my time with you, y’know?” He whispers to himself as he finally reaches your wet cunt.

“So wet f’me, aren’t you?” He asks softly, the only sound filling the room was the fan blowing in the corner. You can't answer, anticipation stopping you as you just nod, staring at the ceiling. Staring at Lip as his nose bumps against your clit seems impossible.

He gently slides his tongue past your wet folds, your body wanting to arch at the sudden intrusion of his tongue in you. He holds your hips down, only moving away from placing kisses on your clit to gently insert a finger in you. "Taste so sweet, angel." He whispers.

Your mind is fogged, the only thought being one thing: Lip. Needing to feel him, you reach a hand down to run a hand on his hair. He grins, placing kisses on the inside of your thigh as he adds a second finger. He begins leaving a hickey on the inside of your thigh, as he arches his fingers.

He removes them, replacing them instead with his tongue. Eating you like a man starved. He can't stop, he tells himself that he cannot stop. Grinding into the mattress, the only thought plaguing his mind is you. How sweet you taste, how tight you feel. The way his jaw is soaked with you.

"Lip, I'm close." You moan softly, as he kneeds the skin on your thigh.

"Come for me, sweetheart." He requests, and you do so. Letting yourself fall apart for him, as you throw your head back.

He grins, as he pulls away. "I need to feel you, Lip, please." You beg, and he's already removing his pants and freeing himself from his boxers. "Okay, okay.. now, honey, I can grab a condom but-"

"No, please. I'm on the pill, we're safe." You confirm with a nod, as you stare at him. He laughs, as he kisses you again as he slides himself past your folds, giving a quiet warning before he inserts himself into you.

You let out a mix of a gasp and a moan, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to push him deeper. "Shit, angel." He mumbles as he does go a bit deeper in you, thrusting ever so slowly.

“Squeezing around me so tight, yeah? This - fuck - pussy was just made for me, wasn’t it?” He asks, knowing you’re too fucked out to respond with anything more then nods and moans.

“Good girl. Taking me so well, yeah?” He asks, a hand snaking through between your bodies, finding your clit and his fingers rubbing small circles on it. “Could stay here forever, y’know? Just live right here with you..”

You don't hear most of his incoherent rambles except for one more thing: a very soft "I love you."

"Lip, 'm close." You signal as you run a hand through his hair. He continues rubbing circles on your clit, as he buries his face in your neck. "Let go f'me, sweetness." He pleads softly.

You give in, your climax succeeding as you sigh into the mattress. He doesn't last long after that, spilling into you before pulling out swiftly.

Neither of you say anything until you remember what he mumbled. An I love you. "Did you mean it? When you.. you said you loved me?" You question. You're really asking if he meant as a friend or as more.

He looks over at you. "I've been in love with you since I met you, sweetness, of course I meant it.” He answers. You stare at him for a moment before you kiss him again.

Things definetly couldn’t be the same between you two.

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shine on, shine on, my loves!

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- mae

[nymbug]

remember when fiona punched her dead mom’s corpse at the funeral damn that was crazy

[glvch]

shameless deleted scenes

mickey in mexico

not willam belli on shameless LOL

mickey going back to his cell after ian and svetlana's visit

i like this scene a lot and wish they hadn't cut it. the music (which i LOVE) paired with mickey's bubbling rage/disappointment/hurt over ian's hesitation to wait for him is *chef's kiss*

ian and mickey have sex + dream sequence

HELP?!?! the dream sequence is jarring but a great representation of ian's current mental state.

ian visits the LGBTQIA college group

this breaks my heart. being a janitor is one of the lowest points of ian's life and this scene hammers it home. i'm pretty sure ian was thinking of jumping off the bridge in the scene where the car crash happens and he gets saved by the firemen. his janitor arc also reminds me of mandy working in the diner, with lip "moving on up" while they get left behind :/ oh how the turntables by the end of the show lol. (also hello jim from OFMD)

ian and frank meet at a gay bar

i always wondered why ian and frank never had much scenes together. i really wish they had kept this.

ian and linda

linda is flawed but i feel so much for her in this scene. kash sucks and ian is a sweetheart. it's a bittersweet sendoff to her character.

ian asks for svetlana's services

yeah no.

season 6 deleted scenes

i feel like they should have kept EVERYTHING in this.

[gallavich-annise]

After nine months of this obsession, I've decided that Shameless is the show that happens when the best casting department and the best costume/props department in the business get together with a creator with a sincere (if mildly fucked up) vision and then hire a bunch of writers of varying ability who don't know how to use a spreadsheet to save their lives.

Season 4 happened when the best coffee shop in the world opened next door.

The coffee shop closed towards the end of writing season 5, but the chain had an outlet a little further away so they could occasionally get delivery. That shut too at the end of season 7.

[puri-kura]

in my mind ian and mickey have more growth to do post canon. i would love to see mickey getting more of what he needs from ian. mickey is more closed off and petulant and less directly communicative in s11 than s5 because he's still burned by ian not meeting him where he was at repeatedly after going through So Much personal development by s5, of which ian was a major catalyst. (part of this is also a shift in his communication style to being kinda benevolently manipulative to meet ian where he's at s11).

do i sound totally off the wall if i say that mickey is significantly more emotionally intelligent than ian, though doesn't necessarily have all the tools to articulate those emotions to someone like adult ian, and is kinda floundering a bit

[the-borgias]

my aesthetic is Shameless doing these kind of shots: