Multi fandom blog. Will reblog the s*it out of the penis, the kissing, the touching and the loving as long as it's between two males. NSFW,at all,ever. 18+ content Anything horror/food/fashion/realshit/toast/pop and badass that catches my fancy will be shown on my blog.
Reblogged from blameitonmyadd22
"Other people being jealous of what Ian and Mickey have."
She didn’t expect anyone to be home at this time in the afternoon, so when Fiona walked into the kitchen to see Ian at their beaten-down table, she smiled in surprise. Her grin quickly faded when she saw her brother’s head bent into his hands, quiet snuffles indicating the boy had been crying.
“Ian?” Fiona greeted hesitantly, and the boy looked up, brushing his hand across his face to wipe underneath his eyes.
Reblogged from mary-batman
Mickey Milkovich, telling off his psychotic prick of a father. (via mary-batman)
Reblogged from carol-on
Guys, Imma kill you with some feels now
It just hit me (
yes 2 years later xD) that in this scene, Daryl and Carol are essentially both sitting alive on opposite sides of this door [for however long Daryl sits before opening it], potentially just thinking about each other.
Seriouslyyyy now, how the fuck am I supposed to pretend to be normal when they are this flawless.
Reblogged from veganshailseitan
Silver Dreams—Mickey really likes dick, not in a queenie way though.
Mickey also likes Ian (possibly in a queenie way).
read on ao3
Mickey likes men. Loves them. Not in a queenie kind of way with rainbows and musicals and shit.
No, Mickey loves men in a primal, physical kind of way. He loves hard-muscled arms with hands bigger than his, pinning him down as flat, firm pecs pressed against his own shake with the deep rumble of a laugh. Mickey loves the feel of stubble-burn between his legs as his hands fist too-short hair; the sharp just of hipbones into the flesh of his ass as he gets fucked. Mickey loves the smell of teenage boy, of sweat and cheap cologne and the palpable air of ever-present hormones.