i read fanfiction for the author’s notes
I don’t even think my chapters are this long. Beautifully done.
someone who did not go to bed at ten and never will (via letsmakeloaf)
Are you people bugging my apartment?
every single fanfiction uploaded in the last two years oh my god (via brood-of-froods)
Hey, it’s chemical, pheromones, personal scent…you can’t fake it.
(or avoid it in fanfiction)
Also, why did I choose a title that abbreviates to “shit”? FML. *flips tables*
Dude this is how writing works. It’s the formula. As Cogsworth said, “If it’s not Baroque, don’t fix it”.
and my favorite favorite favorite
I have never related more to anything in my life
…I feel like someone just watches my interactions and bases these off of them.
Wow. This is the story, song, and dance of my life.
So… this has probably been done already right
there is no way that this happened
No fracking way.
Both horrible fathers, yet, ironically a perfect contrast.
Shout out to withmywordsispeaktruth for uploading the deleted scene (left).
Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich (Gallavich)
Fandom: Shameless US
AO3: C1, C2, C3, C4, C5, C6, C7, C8, C9
Summary: Mickey just needs to keep his head down and stay out of trouble at his new job. Still trouble always manages to find him and when it takes the form of his red haired boss, Mickey’s not sure he can resist even if he wanted to. (Gallavich AU)
This was it; tonight was the night they were going to finally do it. Ian swayed on his feet just a little. He was tipsy and high out of his mind. He and Mickey had both needed a little liquid and herbal encouragement to even think about attempting what they were about to do. They stood side by side and stared anxiously at their goal. He elbowed Mickey and tried to nudge him forward.
“Aren’t you gonna go?” he whispered, giggling a little as Mickey flailed dramatically and swatted his hand away.
“Why the fuck do I have to go first?!” Mickey whispered back.
“Because this was your fucking idea…your fucking idea,” Ian began sputtering as he dissolved into giddy laughter, “your idea for fucking.”
“Dumbass,” Mickey muttered before cracking up too. He seriously needed to stop fucking with Gallagher and his insane mind-altering drugs. Gallagher’s weed was always some space-age bullshit that had Mickey screwed up. At one point he thought he was a Ninja Turtle. He tried to maintain as he stared in the pristine orderliness that was Carol Anderson’s office. He took a deep breath, stepped over the threshold and froze.
“What?” Ian asked softly when Mickey went stock-still.
“Nothing,” Mickey whispered back, “I thought she had this place lasered or something. Why the fuck are we even whispering?” His voice didn’t get any louder though, despite the absurdity and he signalled for Ian to come in. Ian toed the threshold and retreated immediately, shaking his head wildly.
“No, nope, uh-uh,” this put him in the mind of the time he tried to cut off that old lady’s toe, and he wasn’t even this scared then.
“Will you stop being such a little girl about this?” Mickey grabbed his hand and hauled him into the office, “you said you wanted to.”
“I didn’t even know I wanted to until your ass brought it up,” Ian bit out. “I feel like I’m in a fucking after-school special and I’m the good kid being led astray,” he moaned fretfully as Mickey rolled his eyes and circled Carol’s desk. “We’re so gonna get fired.”
“You’re the fucking owner, you stupid shit,” Mickey pointed out reasonably. “How the hell is she going to fire you? You’re the king here.”
“Yes, but what is a king to a god?!”
LETS PLAY THE “TYPE THESE WORDS IN YOU R TAG BOX AND POST THE FIRST AUTOMATIC TAG THAT COMES UP” GAME: DIRTY WORD ADDITION OK