ACAB for all the normal reasons but also cause once a cop stopped to watch me struggle at parallel parking and finally wrestle it somewhat okay. Then he pulled up and rolled down his window and laughed at me.
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you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
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In the weirdest version of appropriation:
Stanley mugs were made for blue collar workers to last forever and a day on the worksite. They became a trend and a tiktok thing.
And now I get embarrassed having one at my blue collar job.
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your honour my client merely just got a little bit genghis khan
Something I’ve noticed a couple times and is a bit under my skin.
The shameless fandom knows that Ian wasn’t bipolar in season 1, right? It’s not that he wasn’t diagnosed/didn’t know. He just wasn’t bipolar.
It’s not something you’re born with. It’s something that develops or is triggered.
He inherited a genetic predisposition, but it’s not the same thing as inheriting sickle cell or a widows peak.
In season 1 and season 2 he wasn’t bipolar. There’s an argument to be made all the awfulness of season 3 brought it on, or maybe that’s just when his time was due.
#shameless#ian gallagher#bipolor#shameless meta#listen I was mentally ill my whole life but didn’t become bipolar until the most stressful and traumatic summer known to man#a bipolar EMT? he’s just like me fr fr#also still confused how his job found out cause my Dx and hospitalization don’t show up on my background checks
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Mickey was screwed
The first time you do it is always a bit awkward specially if you're doing it with someone who wanted to beat you up hours ago.
At some point Ian must have said “I’m not going to fuck you if you don’t shower” and then lo and behold the dirtiest white boy in America became squeaky clean
(That or Noel was tired of the makeup department painting dirt on his face)
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Mickey kissing Ian for the first time in S3E5 'The Sins of My Caretaker'.
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You ever think about the fact that the first word their kid will sound out will probably be fuck? Mickey will be sitting on the couch with a kindergartener on his lap, reading books cause “Ian says it’s good for their development and shit”. (And because he adores watching them learn and become a person). He even does the whole putting his finger under the word he’s reading thing! (Ian had to teach him that one, and he wonders what it says about his own development and shit).
But the little one is snuggled up on daddy’s lap as he traces each line. And then starts stuttering out “Ff-uh-ss-kuh”.
“Huh?”
“Ff—“ they tap his pinky finger. “Uh—“ then his ring. “Ss-“ on the C, and then “Kuh”.
Mickey’s heart melts all over again, like the first time he held them and like it’s done a hundred times since. “The C and the K make one “kuh” sound together.”
Little one nods and sounds out again “Ff-uh-kuh. Fuck!” Then beams up at him.
“Yeah, fuck! Holy fuck did you just read?!” He’d scoop them up and run over to Ian, “Gallagher! Our kid is a genius!”
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I wonder if my love for parasitic worms but readiness to kill them with drugs would be considered speciesist. Can I love these animals while I kill them? 🤔
Guinea worms my love and also thing I want to help eradiate….
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Honestly you people need to start thinking about fanfiction like a restaurant.
You do not have to order the salmon if you don't like salmon.
If I order the salmon, I am not forcing you to eat the salmon. Nor are you obligated to order it just because I am.
If we are going with the intention of sharing food, that's okay! I happen to like steak too. I don't need to order the salmon. I'm capable of going to the restaurant and not ordering the salmon. We can order the steak.
There is a whole menu of things you can have. The salmon is just an option. We can even find a restaurant that doesn't serve salmon at all.
Yes, I know some people are allergic to salmon. But I'm not going up to them and force-feeding it to them. The only way my salmon can hurt them is if they come to our table and take the salmon.
The only way you'll expose yourself to my salmon and the unpleasantness of eating it is if I tell you my dish has salmon in it and you insist on having a bite anyway.
You're midway through your meal and realize it has salmon in it? Okay. Lets send it back and order something else. Maybe you didn't see it in the ingredients list. Or maybe the chef didn't put it down.
Its really that simple.
Excellent analogy
Somehow I got all the way through EMT school without learning about the explosives disposal in ambulances so that was a really weird thing to find my first day at work
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god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait
I’m an invariant whump writer so the fic that’s pinballing around my brain but won’t get on paper is of course gallavich whump
Angsty/whumpy canon diverge from 7x11 when they’re on the way to Mexico. Somehow, they’re found out. They’re in a gas station getting food and smokes when cops/marshals/feds catch up.
It’s Mickey who realizes first. He’s got his head on a swivel, and notices that both attendants are gone. And then sees the cars and people outside, just barely out of plain view. He knows they’re surrounded.
So he suddenly drags Ian behind the counter/into the bathroom. Maybe Ian is thinking that he’s looking for a quicky and is all smiles and teasing.
But Mickey is serious. Dead serious. “I love you, Gallagher. You know that, right?”
Ian is taken aback by the emotion. “Yeah. I love you too.”
Mickey pulls him into a deep, serious kiss. This isn’t about sex, it’s about getting as close as he can. When he pulls away, he says, “You’ve made something of yourself, you’re way better than I’ll ever be. Got a job and a damn medical license.”
“EMT not—“
“Oh shut up you know what I mean.”
And he can’t bear to ruin Ian. Mexico is over, they’re not going to make it. Soon he’ll be behind bars with years tacked onto his sentence, and Ian might be locked up as an accomplice. Everything he’s built back in Chicago will be gone.
“I love you.” He says again. Then punches Ian across the face.
It turns into a scrap, with blows on both sides. Ian more confused and annoyed than anything else. But he’s pinned and demands what the fuck Mickey is doing.
“They’d never believe I forced you down here without a scratch. You’re a fighter, Ian Gallagher.”
And Ian is starting to catch on. “You didn’t force me. I want to go with you, I want to be with you. This is my choice!”
“I can’t let you. I can’t let you throw everything away for me.”
The only way Ian goes home is if they tell the cops that Mickey kidnapped him. That when Ian said no to running away to Mexico, Mickey pulled a gun and forced him in the car. It wouldn’t be a far cry— plenty of cons don’t take kindly to being dear John-ed, they’d buy that Mickey wouldn’t let anyone else have Ian.
But Ian isn’t down with that. It was his choice to come with Mickey! How could he pretend Mickey kidnapped him and hurt him? He knew the risk when he got in that car, knew this might happen. And if they think Mickey kidnapped him on top of everything else, he’ll never get out of jail.
But Mickey has the gun, and he tells the cops that he’ll kill Ian if they come inside. Makes a whole show of the crazy hostage taker.
And when Ian pleads “Mickey, don’t do this! Please!” The cops think he’s begging for his life. They don’t know he’s begging Mickey not to throw away the rest of his.
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I’ll just leave this here…..