— NOT BROKEN.

independent ian gallagher.

[wolfdreamt]

                                                                     every flight begins with a fall.                                                                              as written by meg.

[damnnmilkovich]

[workethiic]

southraised.

‘ where  you  been? ‘  not  that  it  was  really  any  of  his  business,  it  was  just  the  blooming  curiosity  in  his  child  mind.  not  to  mention,  it  was  quiet  and  no  one  else  had  seem  to  be  awake  yet,  there  wasn’t  much  else  to  speak  about  it.  he’d  recall  fiona  asking  him  the  other  day  if  he’d  seen  their  brother,  he  hadn’t,  until  now.   

@workethiic   |     sc.

          “   BEEN STAYIN’ AT MICKEY’S.   “     smile as he, unfazed, flips a pancake  -----  never thought about informing his family, too caught up in the moments racing by to think anything different.     “   been workin’, too.  crazy nights, man.   “     and he slides the pancake onto the growing pile forming on a plate, preparing to pour another.  it’s early, and his night was late, but it hardly matters to him  -----  awake and moving, he ladles more batter into the pan, looking at his brother questioningly.     “   know when they’re wakin’ up?  gonna be cold by the time they get down here.   “

[workethiic]

fvckoffx.

mickey waits and not because he feels like he has to, but because he wanted to. he wanted ian to respond, he wanted to receive anything but silence from the other. something to show that he was okay and that he would be just fine. and there was movements now, ian shifting his body so he wasn’t in the middle, giving mickey enough room so he would be able to lay down. he quickly knocks the bottle back, chugging the rest of it’s contents before he sets it on the dresser, putting the halfy out in the empty bottle. finally, he was given something, and it nearly had mickey smiling as he stripped his pants and shirt, kicking them off to the edge of the bed. he slips himself between the sheets, laying down next to his lover while keeping some distance yet eyes remained glued to ian, imagining himself reaching forward to touch him, and then the touch being returned, but all there is was silence. a  d e a f e n i n g  one at that.

          BED CREAKS  ,  dips under new weight  ;  gaze he’s sure imploring at his back, and he wants and wishes to give him what he wants  -----  to get out of bed, to smile and laugh again, but all he can give is this.  all he can feel or imagine feeling is this.  heavy limbs and blank stares and tears welling up in his eyes.  he cries so rarely, but he thinks he might now.  he’s breaking and broken from the inside out.

          and mickey’s left with a shell.  some torn and twisted version of himself.  something far - off.  but he’ll shift, anyways  ;  move his laden body, slow and shaky, until he’s facing his partner.  his lover.  his home.  and it takes so much that his eyes close and the tears leak out, wet down his cheeks, and he doesn’t wipe them away.  only lets out a wavering breath and opens green optics and lets his gaze settle upon him, feels his heart beat painfully.  and he feels exposed, like this, his back to the wall, and it’s all he can do not to flip over again  -----  to ignore it all and fall down again and maybe never get up.  but there’s something that stops him, a shattered piece of him that wants to give him something, this boy that’s not running.  that’s trying his best.  and his voice, broken and soft and sad.     “   miss you.   “

[jasoentodd]

i can’t get him out of my head. i knew you’d come.

[workethiic]

fvckoffx.

     almost a week now, ian’s been closed behind the door of mickey’s bedroom, sleeping and staring at the draped window, barely any color in his face or life in his eyes. mickey enters the room and leans against the door frame; beer in hand, cigarette in the other, blowing out a wave of smoke as he simply stands and watches his— lover seemingly waste away. part of him wanted to understand more about this… disorder, this disease, but the other refused to believe. he couldn’t. ian wasn’t ill, he was just sad.          “you probably forgot this is my fuckin’ room, asswipe.” obviously deciding not to be subtle. he taps his finger against the glass bottle, still watching… waiting. he’ll perk up any second now. “mind if i lay down with you? couch is gettin’ pretty uncomfortable yanno?”

          LEADEN LIMBS  will shift, if slowly, if slightly  ;  voice loud in ears which crave silence, a room’s emptiness.  but underneath it all, the numbness only replaced by dread and despair, lies something else  -----  love, so laden down it’s barely a twinge in his heart, and guilt  ;  this isn’t his bed he’s now made his home, this isn’t his room.  this isn’t him.  and mickey, who waits, for something he’s not sure will ever come back.  mickey, who’s trying.  mickey, who he’s sure he’s putting through hell.  it’s not fair, and it weighs down upon him so heavy, drags him beneath the surface.

          and eyes will squeeze shut, a few deep breaths before opening again  ;  as he lifts burdened head and twists upper body to look at him, watery green hues meeting bright blues, smell of cigarette smoke filling his lungs.  familiar.  home.  and it takes effort, then, so much he nearly gives up, to move his body enough to allow the smaller man some space  -----  but he does, and shrugs his shoulders, not inviting, not declining.  just waiting.

[workethiic]

[angry text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

  (  sms  —–  mick  )  :  shit, mickey, come the fuck on  (  sms  —–  mick  )  :  you’re a fuckin asshole sometimes  (  sms  —–  mick  )  :  you know that?

texting meme  /  @fvckoffx  /  accepting.

[whambamthankyoubram]

more texts for you bitches

[highwarlockxofbrooklyn-blog-dea]

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[gallagherista]

- All right, Kaylee. Kaylee. I’m Ian. Where’s the demon now? - He’s coming! Please!

[workethiic]

          HE’S LOST THE HOURS  ;  time warped, slowed, sped. sun rose and set behind heavy curtains  ;  lost track of how many times.  but eyelids, limbs, everything heavy  -----  weigh him down, body made cement.  everything dark, even in cold light of day.  door, creaking open, seems so loud in his ears  -----  blanket pulled tighter to self, head hidden low  ;  doesn’t raise to assess, doesn’t care.  breath, shaking, tired exhaled through parted lips.     “   go away.   “

@fvckoffx  /  starter call.

[itslosersclub]

[workethiic]

me, lying awake at night: is i/an g/allagher an infj or an intj

[vaememes]

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

[workethiic]

hit the heart for a starter, friends!!

[pencap]

Please, let him be soft.  I know you made him       with gunmetal bones      and wolf’s teeth. I know you made him to be      a warrior      a soldier      a hero. But even gunmetal can warp and even wolf’s teeth can dull and I do not want to see him break the way old and worn and overused things do. I do not want to see him go up in flames      the way all heroes end up martyrs. I know that you will tell me  that the world needs him. The world needs his heart      and his faith      and his courage      and his strength      and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his– The world needs anything he will give them. Damn the world,      and damn you too. Damn anyone that ever asked anything of him,      damn anyone that ever took anything from him,            damn anyone that ever prayed to his name. You know that he will give them everything      until there is nothing left of him          but the imprint of dust               where his feet once trod. You know that he will bear the world like Atlas     until his shoulders collapse          and his knees buckle               and he is crushed by all he used to carry.  Dear God,  you have already made an Atlas. You have already made an Achilles and an Icarus and a Hercules.  You have already made a sacrificial lamb of your Son. You have already made so many heroes, and you can make another again.  You can have your pick of heroes.  So please, I beg you– he is all that I have,  and you have so many heroes and the world has so many more.  Let him be soft,  and let him be mine.

Please, let him be happy ( j.p. )

[workethiic]

          DOOR PROPPED OPEN  ;  elbow shoved against flimsy wood, spark of curiousness in greenish eyes.  the gallagher house always a series of comings-and-goings, some more welcome than others, though very few begin with a knock  -----  those that enter more prone to bursting in unannounced than making their presence known so politely.  there’s slight amusement, then  ;  brows raised, lips upturned, as gaze settles over newcomer, scrutinizing.     "   lookin’ for carl?   "

@wiingedwolf  /  starter call.

[workethiic]

hit the heart for a starter, friends!!