so perform, much muffin
splatter (eliott/lucas, rated m)
Eliott’s bare cock is pressed between them, hot and leaking against Lucas’s abs. It’s almost too much to take; he doesn’t know what he wants to do — they hadn’t gotten this far last time, content to stay in their underwear and kiss and kiss and pull apart to catch their breath when they needed a break. But now Eliott is flush against him, only skin and paint and sweat, and Lucas feels both totally fucking feral and overwhelmed with tenderness — a combination that he never realized was possible, but now he never wants to feel anything else.
“Lucas, Lucas,” Eliott keeps whispering against his mouth, his neck, the curve of his bicep; the barest hint of teeth as he smiles into Lucas’s skin. “Can we?”
“Fuck yes,” Lucas groans, digging his fingers into Eliott’s hips. “I— I don’t know what to do, I want everything—“
“Do you want this?” Eliott asks as he wraps his long fingers around Lucas’s aching cock and pulls, his hand slick with paint and the fluid Lucas had only barely realized was dripping out of his slit. Lucas just groans and kisses Eliott in answer, open-mouthed and so wet, everything is so wet. He wishes he could drop to his knees and take Eliott’s dick in his mouth, see if it feels as big on his tongue as it does pressing against his belly, but the paint would probably kill him and he can’t die without doing this again.
Eliott keeps stroking Lucas’s cock, and it’s not fast and it’s not hard but he’s going to come in about a second anyway because this is Eliott, his fucking dream boy, and Lucas has him. He can — and does — grab Eliott’s beautiful bare ass and squeeze it, and when Eliott pushes his ass back into Lucas’s grip, Lucas just fucking loses it and comes, all over Eliott’s beautiful fingers and beautiful thighs and beautiful everything. Eliott whines and kisses him hard, presses closer and rubs off on Lucas for just a few seconds before he’s coming too, hot wet stripes up Lucas’s paint-smeared chest.
Later, Eliott posts a picture of Jackson Pollock on Instagram and tags Lucas.
“Wait,” Lucas says, “you have insta?”
Eliott laughs and kisses him again.
ficlet: you’re the only place that feels like home
shameless us, ian/mickey, 606 words. a tiny little look at mickey’s thoughts and feelings in 5.08.
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Despite his best efforts — and his worst ones too, sometimes he can’t even tell the difference between his best and his worst — Mickey can’t seem to stop fucking feeling.
He feels stupid as shit, for starters. Stupid for thinking he could take care of Ian — they warned him, Fiona, fuckin’ Lip, months ago they told him he couldn’t do it himself — and stupid for thinking that two days in the psych ward would’ve turned Ian back into, well, back into Ian. His Ian, sweet but still hard enough to break a tooth on, more jawbreaker than ginger snap really — sharp edges like a Jolly Rancher against his tongue, but such a sweet taste in his mouth.
i wrote a little fic for the first time in a really long time, if anyone is interested!
hi tumblr! i’m still alive, in case anyone was concerned. :P i hope everyone is doing well and stuff.
i won’t be returning to this blog but if you want to follow me elsewhere you can do so here.
fyi:
- i’m like 98 percent divorced from glee – i still reblog blaine/darren sometimes, but that’s it. i don’t contribute anything and i don’t watch anymore
- stuff on my blog is mostly shameless, how to get away with murder, the 100, and natalie dormer
- xo
dear young people of tumblr!
just to be clear, thinking that “rachel achieves her lifelong dream and then immediately gets bored and ditches it” is a shitty storyline isn’t because you’re young and don’t know how the world works!!!!
a) anyone who screams BUT LOOK AT THE REALISM about glee of all fucking things is full of shit
b) just because something is realistic, that doesn’t make it good storytelling
c) i attended two different colleges (and changed my major from journalism to advertising to elementary education back to journalism to english), have held five or six different jobs, applied to (but ended up not attending) grad school – twice! in two different fields! – and am now a 33-year-old married stay-at-home mom. no, my life does not look like i envisioned it at 19. no, i still don’t know what the fuck i’m doing most days. you probably won’t at my age either and that’s cool, for sure.
BUT YOU CAN STILL THINK IT’S A DUMB STORYLINE AND PLS DONT LET ANYONE PAT YOU ON THE FUCKING HEAD ABOUT IT. glee has always shoved their characters into acting in whatever way best worked for whatever storyline they felt like doing, and this is no different. this isn’t smart writing about the reality of our lives taking shapes that we never expected. this isn’t the story they were building up to all these years.
this is ryan murphy moonwalking past the writers’ room and yelling “THE NEW NORMAL GOT CANCELED DO IT ON THE SINGING ONE” and them trying to figure out how to make it happen.
Mickey Milkovich (rivetingly played by Noel Fisher) first made his mark in an unexpected Season 1 sexual encounter with teenage Gallagher son Ian (Cameron Monaghan). Ian, established as gay early in the series, receives tacit support from the handful of family members and friends to whom he comes out. Mickey, by contrast, is a profoundly closeted neighborhood thug: a belligerent, grubby kid with the words “FUCK U-UP” tattooed on his knuckles … who also happens to be an exuberant bottom. However, instead of writing off this hook-up as another one-time moment of comedic outrageousness, Shameless has made Mickey’s arc a surprisingly sensitive one, examining the impact of poverty and family violence on the character’s life.
Mickey has been raised in a household ruled by terror. The Milkovich brood is overseen by tyrannical father Terry, who is often out of sight (thanks to frequent incarceration), but never far out of mind. Mickey’s appearance is disheveled: at times visibly dirty. His speech is littered with wisecracks and put-downs. He’s cagey and mean and picks fights. All of these at-once repugnant qualities are undercut by viewers’ slow, sobering realization: This is how an abused child survives. Because, as we discover in both subtle clues and scenes of explicit brutality, Terry’s hairpin trigger rage is calibrated to fire at any mention of homosexuality.
… In tiny increments since his first encounter with Ian, and at clear risk to his own safety, Mickey has pushed himself further and further past his fear. We are reminded of the time Mickey, returning from a stint in juvenile detention, greeted Ian with a deceptively terse, “Missed ya.” Of Mickey and Ian’s first kiss, hurried and nervous, long after they began meeting for sex. Of the futile, single-word plea – “Don’t” – when Ian told him he was enlisting in the Army. Of Mickey’s hesitant response to a stranger who asked, of his relationship with Ian, “Did you guys just meet last night, or are you together?”
Finally, after a pause: “Together.”
This, all of this, is what coming out looks like. And this is what Mickey Milkovich’s relevance truly hinges on: not only an acknowledgment of the suffering and self-denial that is still a reality in the lives of many LGBTQ people; but the validation that coming out is not irrelevant or passé or an all-or-nothing game. No matter how small and unwhole these acts of disclosure may seem, they are still brave.
Ian X Mickey | What You And I Have
for anyone who’s interested in ian/mickey from shameless but too lazy to watch the show (altho you really should, it’s got a lot more going for it than just an otp), here’s a VERY SPOILERY but really good fanvid that covers the high (and very low) points of their journey over four seasons. warnings for violence, gay slurs, rape (not each other), blood, self-harm, mental illness, uh… i think that covers it. nsfw, clearly.
Okay, I have a lot of negative thoughts about the Klaine scenes in New New York, and I need to write them out.
I want to emphasize that I’m not arguing or disagreeing with people who loved the episode. I’m happy it gave people the storyline and plot they wanted. It just didn’t give me anything I wanted or expected.
This is where I stand on the issue:
Everything, *everything* about this is literally my thoughts. I didn’t want to make my own post because I legit thought I was the only one who saw things this way, but it’s actually been bugging me all day so whatever.
(via yanks02)
To praise the bloody, fraught relationship of Mickey and Ian is not to diminish other, less dramatic depictions. There are a million ways to be gay in America and none of them are wrong. Mickey’s thuggish, street tough is a natural progression from characters like Omar on The Wire, and like every character on Shameless, he and Ian are allowed to be beautiful disasters who are both hard to love and impossible to resist. This is due, in no small part, to the amazing performances from Noel Fisher and Cameron Monaghan who have grown beautifully into their roles.
And, like it has with many other struggles, Shameless has found a universal truth in this extreme. Being gay can be hard everywhere and is certainly harder on the wrong sides of the Chicago tracks. Every punch Mickey threw at Ian was really a blow aimed inward. That’s not to excuse the abuse (and make no mistake, Ian can give as good as he gets). But somehow, against all odds, Mickey and Ian came out the other side clean.
@reg
yeah no they’re not invited. also if they watched a show that was actually well-written they couldn’t pretend that glee was anymore, so they wouldn’t want to anyway
to everyone quitting glee, i would like to recommend the following cocktail:
- brooklyn nine-nine for lolzy ensemble and found family
- the mindy project for your rom-com needs and snappy banter
- shameless for two teenage boys finding love and actually dealing with the things that glee purports to deal with
boom! all set.
fic: i'll see you again (T, 1800 words)
Summary: 5.11 reaction fic. AUish. Jean-Baptiste has a plan.
Pairings: Klaine. Allusions to threesomes.
A/N: If you get the anime reference, I’ll give you a cookie. Song lyrics are taken from “Nights on Broadway” by the BeeGees.
But he was…
Mickey Milkovich on Shameless is easily one of the most finely drawn LGBT characters on TV right now. Maybe ever, and that’s not hyperbole or overstated in any way. He’s a teenager from a home that’s as brutally FUBARed as it gets; he’s violent, paranoid, criminally inclined, angry, unpredictable, mean, dirty, trashy and unapologetically vulgar. He’s also recklessly in love with the freckled, sweet-faced doe-eyed boy who lives down the block in their very, very rough and poor neighborhood. Whatareyagonnado.
Noel Fisher is so ridiculously talented, so raw and funny and balls-to-the-wall in his portrayal, it’s no surprise that he’s slowly taken over half the show. It’s amazing to watch Mickey go off in so many directions, sometimes in the same episode; he’s like a little tiny gay Tasmanian Devil. I don’t think any other show except for Orange Is the New Black examines the way that class and sexuality/sexual identity intersect as starkly and unflinchingly as Shameless does with this one character, and I don’t know of any other LGBT character on TV right now whose experiences lay this bare how casually class-privileged many public discussions about coming out and identity politics can be. Kurt/Blaine, this ain’t.
I really don’t know why the media isn’t talking about Mickey all that much yet, but I have a feeling that’s gonna turn around soon. And if you aren’t watching Shameless and you’re interested in one of TV’s few authentic portrayals (and vicious satire and skewering) of poverty and class struggles in American cities, I highly recommend it.
