mickey-fuck-u-up-milkovich:

Gallavich Week 2014 - Day 3 » Jealousy

"Oh, that’s the guy you’ve been seein’? Do you guys like picnic together, or uh, you get a little dog with a fuckin’ sweater?"




uprysing:

Gallavich Week | Day 3: Jealousy
Crazy Possessive - I think I’m crazy. I think I’m going out of my mind.You call me crazy. I thought I saw you touching my guy. Are you crazy? Maybe I should take you outside and show you crazy! Ooh, I got your crazy! Touch my man again and I’m a fuck you up and I’m a fuck you up!



i am my mother's only one

ao3feed-gallavich:

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/1qoVyJZ

by

"Bipolar."

They each take turns saying it, holding it on their tongues, getting used to the feel and the weight of 7 letters and 3 syllables.

Words: 1794, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English




ian/mickey | afraid




toughguyuh:

Gallavich Week - Day Three » J E A L O U S Y [2/?]




Mickey Milkovich as a Parent

lesjouetsdudestin:

Due to Gallavich Week, there has been a surge in AUs and future!fics of Ian and Mickey as parents, though there have certainly been a lot of them already. The great thing about fanfiction is that you can suspend the reality that these characters live in, manipulate…







milkloveich:

Shameless + social




It’s my turn.”




teamgallavich:

mrsmelchiorgabor:

Song for Ian

I wrote a song for Gallovich week!

It ended up being more Ian-centric than initially planned but yeah
Please note that I’ve only been playing the guitar about a month and this is the first song I’ve ever written. Also I have a mild cold so my voice cracks once or twice. Sorry for crappy sound/picture quality but I can’t afford a decent camera.

Enjoy!

Lyrics:
Verse 1: Ian can’t quite open up his eyes some days
He lays awake, his tear-stained face cries to be left alone
Ian’s losing one by one the reasons he should stay
And he doesn’t see he so deserves a love to call his own

Verse 2: Ian thinks he’s getting closer the more he draws away
He wonders why the inside of his head is so unknown
Ian dances silently for old men going grey
And he counts the crumpled bills with shaking hands as he walks home

Chorus: But these Chicago nights are much too cold
And seventeen’s too young to grow so goddamn old
Are these cracks of the mind or of the soul?
And how can you be free when you’re not whole? Not whole.

Verse 3: Ian starts the day with little pills washed down with Jack
He shoots up like a firework, burns too bright, heart ablaze
Ian’s like a sidewalk, he’s got flowers in his cracks
And there’s more snow up his nose than on the streets these days

Chorus: But these Chicago nights are much too cold
And seventeen’s too young to grow so goddamn old
Are these cracks of the mind or of the soul?
And how can you be free when you’re not whole? Not whole.

Chorus 2: Oh these Chicago nights have such cruel skies
And seventeen’s too young to have such lifeless eyes
How do you break the chains of lows and highs?
How do you turn the knives to a sunrise? Sunrise.

Bridge: Ian’s fear reminds him of the worst day that he’s seen
His mother on the kitchen floor, and he’s always looked like her
Ian watched her bleeding out, and he was just fifteen
Will the old thanksgiving of her past be his future?

Verse 4: Ian feels his love beside him, with him here at last
His gentle arms are warm around him, he holds him like he’s glass
Ian’s scared this could be worse than all their tragic past
But the boy beside him wipes his tears and smiles as they kiss fast

Chorus 3: And he says, Ian, these Chicago nights won’t last forever
And seventeen’s too young to think of never
Give it time and you and I’ll make perfect weather
What we have makes us free cause we’re together, together, together

Coda: Ian gets a little better with each passing day.

Okay this is adorable and sad and just… ugh
MJ