Gallavich Drabble written in the notes of my phone. I don’t know what this is, but have it. Warnings for allusions to bashing.
"Tell me something I don’t know about you."
Ian’s quiet voice was barely audible over the white noise of the sprinklers on the grass of the baseball field a few feet away, and since Mickey was lost in his own head, his face screwed up in confusion and he had to ask, “Huh?”
Ian pushed himself off the cool concrete of the dugout floor and went to stand near where Mickey was leaning against a pole staring out through the chain link fence and repeated himself, “I said, tell me something that I don’t know about you, Mickey.”
“Shit, Gallagher.” Mickey shifted awkwardly, stealing the just-lit cigarette from Ian’s lips and falling back a step. “Why you gotta ask stupid shit like that?”
But Ian pressed on, undeterred, “The first time we came here to fuck, you said that you’d always wanted to do that here to get back at the coach who barred you from playing—”
“I know what I said,” Mickey interrupted.
“Alright, then tell me, how long was 'always'?”
What the fuck did you just fucking say to me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.
i will never get past the fact that mickey brought out his ben wa beads, like in that moment he was 500% comfortable and 500% confident and 500% unapologetic about liking what he likes and trusted IAN and ONLY IAN to be the one to share that with him
damn boy are you liquid eyeliner because I’m pretty sure I’m gonna fuck this up
But you ain’t like everybody else, Cotton. God gave you such a big heart he couldn’t very well give you a whole abundance of brains now too, could he?
I literally just recognized Noel Fisher’s hands in under a second. Jesus, I need help.
My sexuality: Mickey biting his bottom lip while getting fucked
erection and election are spelled almost exactly the same and when u think about it they basically mean the same thing
a dick rising to power