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tsuga-of-mars · 3 days
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galladrabbles “blur”
sooo here is another @galladrabbles with the prompt “blur” from @callivich ! ian wakes up from an episode and mickey is there to ease the anxiety a bit
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ian rolls over, his arm landing on the empty mattress beside him. he rubs his eyes, his mind a complete blur. what time is it? his body aches as he throws crawls out of bed and shuffles downstairs.
“hey sleepyhead,” mickey greets him with a warm grin in attempt to mask his concern.
“hey,” ian looks around, the last few days still foggy, “what-“
“don’t worry about it,” mickey cuts him off, handing him a mug with steam billowing from the top. “let’s get you somethin’ to eat.”
ian complies, sitting on the barstool as mickey shuttles about, filling him in on the mundane details of his life from the past few days.
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tsuga-of-mars · 10 days
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this weeks @galladrabbles prompt from @crossmydna was a tough one - Trapeze
Mickey woke with a wince, aching in places he shouldn’t be.
“Ow,”  he muttered, trying to figure out why he hurt.
“Mornin’ sleepy head.” Came the tired rumble from beside him.  “Feeling your little stunt last night, huh?”
Brow wrinkled, Mickey finally caved.  “Fuck.  What stunt?”
“Had a few too many, insisted we needed to go to the park.”  Ian smiled.  “Said you needed to show me something.  Seems that you were wrong, swings AREN’T just like a trapeze, and you are not secretly a circus performer.”
Mickey groaned again, while Ian chucked and went to get him pain pills.
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tsuga-of-mars · 10 days
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“we, huh?” ficlet
i have another ficlet that i whipped up and made me jsksndjesj. i hope u guys enjoy it, i’m a little rusty so proceed with caution
Ian lays facing away from the door, comforter billowed around his bare chest, draped lazily across his arm. His head is buzzing, his thoughts shooting around a mile-a-minute yet he can’t seem to actually process a single one. He shuts his eyes tight, trying desperately to breathe through it. He’s been off for a few weeks now, under the false assumption that he narrowly escaped Mickey’s concern until he drops a small “you got an appointment tomorrow to get your meds fixed.” Initially, a rage filled him, sending a rush through his entire body and resulting in some snippy comment about how he can handle his own shit. Mickey didn’t react, just walked to where Ian sat, placed a quick peck on the top of his head and walked out of the room. After several hours of misery in company with his own thoughts, the anger was eventually replaced with a lingering guilty. It was a guilt he felt slightly too proud to admit, resulting in their conversations being limited for the rest of the day.
Mickey shuffles in, plopping down next to Ian in bed.
“Ay,” he finally settles, “i shouldnt’ve gone behind your back,” he fidgets, his head shifting down before Ian cuts him off.
Ian shuts his eyes, breathing through the initial anger that rose, landing on the understanding that it was all in his best interest. “It’s okay,” Ian turns to face him, head resting against his forearm, the former jumbled mess that was his mind now completely clear as his eyes catch sight of the gentle blue ones that stare back at him.
Mickey mirrors him, his head resting on his forearm as his hair sits in a messy black tuft against the pillow. “It’s gonna be alright, just gonna take a look at ya and make sure we get everything figured out.” His hands move to lightly trace Ian’s shoulder, going over every freckle and scar with a delicacy that only Ian knew.
Ian stares back for a moment, eyes fixated on the flutter of Mickey’s lashes as he spoke. Fuck, he loved this man.
“We, huh?” Ian scoots closer, the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the light red that flushes Mickey’s cheeks.
Mickey brushes it off, shifting onto his back mumbling a quick, “It’s you and me, Red.”
Ian smiles to himself, gaze fixed on the sight of his husband’s porcelain skin painted in a light dusting of freckles and a few scars that Ian traces delicately with his fingers, followed by a gentle peck. The curve of his nose, his lips, his lashes. He is nothing short of mesmerized.
“You must love me a whole lot then, huh ya softie?” Ian teases
Mickey lifts his arm behind his head and shutting his eyes, “like it’s breathing, Gallagher,” he huffs casually. He nods his head, gesturing for Ian to come closer.
Ian’s heart beats out of his chest threatening to land promptly before him on the bed as he stifles a small laugh. He’s never short of amused and enthralled by his husband’s ability to say the most romantic things in the most nonchalant nature. Mickey knows it makes Ian bashful and giddy like a teenage girl so of course he slips one in whenever he can.
He feels Ian’s eyes burning a hole in him, “And I don’t wanna hear shit about it, we all know you’re the soft one,” he cuts his eyes over, “now would you get your ass over here i’m fuckin’ exhausted.”
Ian happily complies, shifting to lay his head against Mickey’s chest. His large, freckles hand reaches to grab Mickey’s, nearly completely engulfing it as he rubs small, soothing circles with his thumb while his other hand mimicks on his stomach. Mickey digs his face deep into the tuft of curls, inhaling slightly and placing a small kiss on his head as both drift slowly to sleep.
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tsuga-of-mars · 27 days
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Theme 30 Round Up:
👑King of the South Side👑
Crafters, our beloveds! We asked for King of the South Side for the king of our hearts and hot damn did you all deliver 🤩
Big thanks to @michellemisfit @doshiart @look-i-love-u @tsuga-of-mars @deathclassic @lingy910y @suzy-queued @juliakayyy for your royal contributions this month!
Everyone go check out their original posts if you haven't already, and throw some extra love at them if you have 😘
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tsuga-of-mars · 29 days
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for @galladrabbles rated j for jello 💚
(also s for smut + spanking)
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Crack! Ian’s palm descended on Mickey’s ass.
“Yeah, baby, look at that jello.”
Mickey’s head whipped around so fast he almost got fucking whiplash, his eyebrows showing his outrage. He glowered at Ian, but it lost its heat when he was rewarded with a deep thrust. “Fu-uuuhck did you… just say to me?”
Ian shrugged, sweaty and breathing hard. He grabbed Mickey’s cheeks and gave them an affectionate squeeze. Another forceful slap made Mickey curse, legs trembling. Ian smirked. “I like… the jiggle.”
“Don’t… ever… fuckin’ call my ass that again!”
“Or what?”
“Or… “ Mickey groaned, whimpering, “fuck!”
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check out jenn's gifset 🔥❤️️
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tsuga-of-mars · 29 days
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@gallacrafts theme: C'mere 😘
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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going to pretend like i'm "embracing a looser style" and not just posting half done art 😶 here is my entry for @gallacrafts !!!
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Few days late to @gallacrafts but I give you the proctor of Ian's plants from caterpillars.
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While Ian tends to his lovely tomato plants, Mickey is silently going behind him fending off the Tomato Hornworms who threaten his husband's harvest.
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Are you ready for the big reveal? Did your guesses come to fruition?
Gallacrafts, Theme 31 is...
🌱🍅Garden Crafts (Tomato Boy)🍅🌱
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this is a tomato boy stan blog now 🍅 but dw we'll still accept offerings of any garden variety 🌱 is it a painted birdhouse on the west side? maybe ian's getting his hands dirty in the gallagher back yard! making hoeing and planting jokes with his husband? perhaps our dear sweet tomato boy does not in fact have a green thumb, but he tries real hard anyway! maybe your creative mind is more fertile than ours and you take this theme to branch off in a whole other direction!
Posting day for Theme 31 is next Sunday, March 24th.
As always don't forget to tag @gallacrafts and use the tags #Gallacrafts #Theme 31 and #garden crafts.
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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thanks @mmmichyyy for this weeks prompt for @galladrabbles
PROMPT: MOVIES
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Mickey somestime felt like his life was a movie. A really shitty one at that.
Feels like he's an actor playing a role forced upon him, reading the script and transforming into this person he doesn't recognise half the time. Someone says 'ACTION!' and he's going on runs with his dad and saying he's gonna go fuck Angie.
And when the cameras aren't rolling and he can be behind the scenes in this movie he calls life. He can be who he really is. Make his own choices.
Can go find Gallagher and get used to feeling like a person.
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Breakfast 2.0☕💛
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Galladrabbles #118 - Movies
Thanks to @mmmichyyy for this week’s @galladrabbles prompt: movies!
I can’t pass up an opportunity to think about my early season boys ☺️
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This is totally a date, Ian thinks.
Two guys, who are maybe kinda into each other, sitting side by side at the movies? Totally a date. So yeah they snuck in, and it’s not like they’re gonna hold hands or anything, but it’s still a date.
They’re in the back row, which gives them more freedom to get handsy. As hot as Mickey is, Ian draws the line at a lewdness charge.
Halfway through the trailers, Ian feels Mickey’s hand creeping up his thigh.
Whatever, he’ll look up the plot later so he’ll have something to say when Lip asks.
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Finally convinced myself to write one of these 🫣 Thank you @mmmichyyy for the @galladrabbles prompt
How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days
Mickey’s eyes are glued to the TV. His throat only burns ’cause of the whiskey.
He edges out of his doorway. Flits his gaze to Mandy, passed out on the couch, dried tears on her cheeks.
“You calling my bluff?” “You bet I am.”
He sneers. Swipes at his nose. Swallows.
He stumbles outside, no coat or shoes, the morning light too bright. Lurches to a stop on the sidewalk.
Wrong redhead. Not the one he wants.
“Ian?”
“Just missed him!” Debbie chirps, bustling past in a hurry.
Mickey nods. Swipes at his nose again. Shuts his eyes tight.
Fuck. 
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Hilarious to me that from Debbie and Carl's point of view Ian was dating Mandy and got her pregnant and had a fundraiser to get her an abortion and then one day she comes home with Lip and she's kind of his girlfriend now instead and Ian's not jealous or anything but is pissed at Lip for not treating her well? The alleged love quadrilateral that is Lip, Ian, Mandy, and Mickey must be so wild from the outside.
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SHAMELESS
10.03 | Which America?
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tsuga-of-mars · 1 month
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Hi! I've never done of these but would very much like to. Is the process just to write and then tag you, or do writers need to ask to be added to the roster first? Thank you!!!
Hey there ☺️ And welcome! 😁
You can just write a drabble and make sure to tag the blog and we'll reblog it. If you'd like to set prompts as well, just reach out to either myself or Vey via DM and we'll add you to the roster. This is entirely up to you and by no means mandatory.
If you check the pinned post, the one that has the roster, you'll also find a series of rules underneath that should give you extra context but please don't hesitate to slide into our DMs if there's anything unclear or you have any other questions.
Looking forward to welcoming you into our Galladrabble Crew 🤗🥰
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