#the upside

[soupy-sez]

THE UPSIDE (2017) dir. Neil Burger

[kent-farm]

—Tayler Buck as Natalie Irons wearing this The Upside Nitara Knit Sweater (Sold Out), Superman and Lois, "All Is Lost"

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Chapter Four of 'The Upside' is Finally Fucking here!

After a lot of Real Life bullshit, I have updated The Upside!!

In this chapter Mickey finds out some of what his job is going to entail as Ian's caretaker besides just getting on Fiona's nerves. Ian tries to grapple with a new person seeing him with his disabilities as a result of his accident. The pair of them share their vulnerabilities with each other after there is a misunderstanding.

Read Chapter Four HERE

Mickey used the butter knife to cut the pieces of banana pancake into bite size pieces as he did he asked, "Do you like butter and shit on these? Fiona brought a whole fucking fanny pack of condiments." He nodded his head towards the ziplock bag of various syrup flavors and butter that was always a part of the breakfast experience. But depending on who was assisting him he never got what he really wanted. Fiona and Lip usually assumed basic maple syrup was how he wanted them, and he didn't want to be a burden, more than he already was, and request something different.

"Um, what I'd really like is peanut butter, and honey drizzled on top, but I don't think those are in the baggie." Ian felt the tips of his ears heat as he spoke sheepishly.

Mickey dumped the baggie out on the tray and looked through it.

"I don't see either. There's maple, strawberry, and blueberry syrup, and grape jelly and strawberry jelly." Mickey muttered as his tatted hand weaved through the various packets of sweetening packets.

Ian held back a sigh, "That's okay, I'll take the um, blueberry syrup."

Mickey's hand paused a second and he glanced up at Ian, "How often do you have banana pancakes?"

Ian shrugged, "Depends on the day of the week, and who is cooking, but usually two to three times a week."

"Two to three times a week, and they can't even get the toppings you like for them?" Mickey felt frustration growing in his head, like a single bee buzzing around getting more and more agitated at the fact that he was being denied the flowers that had the good nectar stored.

"Are you good here for a second? You're not going to like spontaneously fall out of that chair if I leave you alone for a minute or two?" Mickey asked raising a brow at Ian.

Ian's clover eyes looked surprised, "Um, yeah?"

"Good, be right back boss." Mickey said with a wink before covering the food back with the cover it had arrived under, to keep it warm while he was gone.

"O-kay..." Ian's voice trailed a bit as he watched Mickey walk out of the room.

Mickey didn't want to leave Ian alone for very long, he wasn't sure what all he needed help with yet as he quickly walked to the direction of the kitchen, his tims thudding on the file and wood floors. He carefully avoided the little ramps between entryways as he made his way to the kitchen. Fiona was sitting at the counter on the phone while a kid that looked to be maybe thirteen looked at Mickey questionably. Mickey ignored both of them and started opening cupboards and the fridge.

"Hey kid, where do you keep the peanut butter and shit?" Mickey asked as Fiona gave him furious eyes and a snarl as she held the phone to her ear.

The boy looked at him and pointed with his fork, "Third cupboard on the left."

Mickey reached for it and shoved aside different sauces and condiments before finding a little bear shaped bottle of honey, and some crunchy and creamy peanut butter. He hadn't thought to ask Ian which one he liked more, he juggled the three jars in his hands and tilted his chin up at the kid, "Thanks buddy."

While Ian waited for Mickey to come back he looked around his room, the pictures on his dresser in particular, he felt a piercing of his heart when his eyes flitted to the picture of him and Trevor, he really needed that one fucking gone. He bit his lower lip trying to contemplate the best way to do it when Mickey came back into the room.

"Didn't know if you liked creamy or chunky better so I brought both." Mickey kicked the door shut gently behind him as he came over to the little serving table and placed two jars of peanut butter and a jar of honey next to his tray.

"You... got these? For me?" Ian felt his voice wanting to waver as he asked. It was a stupid response, the way he was getting emotional over fucking peanut butter.

"Yeah man, that's how you like your pancakes, and I don't see why the fuck you can't have them that way." Mickey shrugged, as if this wasn't one of the nicest acts Ian had seen.

Just then Fiona barged into the room, "What the fuck Milkovich? Can't even handle feeding him breakfast you leave him alone for God knows how long?!"

Mickey rolled his eyes, "Calm your tits Joan of Arc, I was just getting Ian peanut butter and honey."

"Why?" Fiona huffed putting her hands on her hips.

Mickey's eyebrows raised up like peaks of a mountain range, "To slather him with it and shove him outside so the stray dog population of Chicago eats, why do you think?" He snapped.

Ian couldn't help the contorting his mouth was doing, he was trying hard not to cry, or smile too much, but this exchange was... very interesting to watch, and more emotional than he should be.

"For someone who has been helping him for however long, you don't seem to know him very well." Mickey huffed.

Fiona puffed up like an angry fish and crossed the threshold of the room, a finger pointed angrily at Mickey, "You've been here, one fucking day, not even that. I've been here for Ian for twenty-six years." her voice was shaking with emotion as she pointed from Mickey to Ian.

"You'd think, in twenty-six years, you would have asked him how he likes his pancakes." Mickey's voice was a wavering hum, like the plucked string of a harp.

Fiona's brow furrowed and the anger smoothed out on her face, leaving behind tired lines that were carved around her mouth and eyes. She turned to Ian and tilted her head to the side, "Ian, you never told me you liked peanut butter and honey on your pancakes." She murmured softly.

"You never asked. And before the accident you didn't really need to know, I was capable of putting them on the pancakes myself. But now... I didn't want to be more of a burden than I am." Mickey's expression smoothed as he turned away from Fiona and looked at Ian closely, a little groove forming between his brows as he looked, before letting his shoulders fall and he walked back over to Ian, "Crunchy or creamy?" He murmured gently.

"Creamy please." Ian answered just as gently.

Start from the beginning HERE

[ittakesauniverse]

Join us in wishing KEVN HART a Happy Birthday! ⭐️

[phinnneganawake]

I have to say, there aren't many up sides to growing up in a cult, but there's definitely one;

You really appreciate the little things

I grew up not being allowed to have sleepovers or holidays or anything. Any time I spent with my friends was going to end soon and I had to pretend it wasn't *that* good. I had to lie about where I was. I had to lie about the stupid little gifts they gave me, if not turn them down entirely

So now, when I'm with then, all of its special. When we stay up late, when we stay over, when we drink, when we buy each other ridiculous presents and I can actually return their holiday wishes and I can tell them happy birthday and get them something as well... that shits priceless and I don't think it'll ever get old

I missed all this stuff for 21 years and, sad as that is, I really get to appreciate it as an adult. It's not normalised to me. It'll always be special

[passed-out-real]

Nicole Kidman Filmography Part 6

The Killing of a Sacred Deer (2017)

Top of the Lake (2017)

The Beguiled (2017)

The Upside (2017)

Destroyer (2018)

Boy Erased (2018)

Aquaman (2018)

Big Little Lies (2017-2019)

The Goldfinch (2019)

Bombshell (2019)

[hot-and-dangerous-xoxo]