like, i guess this isnt even a particularly “”“adult”“” blog but theres something very unnerving about clicking through to a new follower and seeing “age: 14” on the sidebar. i feel like a chaperone at a highschool dance. leave some room for jesus
With a coke problem almost as bad as Liam these days, Ian has out-Gallgher’d anyone in his family not named Monica. It is such a sorry state that the only thing that can save him is Mickey Milkovich. Who saw that coming? Well, besides the legions of Tumblr shippers. I like Mickey as a character so much that it’s okay, if only for tonight, Showtime decided to feed the fanbase by having Ian & Mickey enjoy a reunion fit for An Officer and a Gentleman.
Higher than the government of Toronto, Ian is passed out in a nice bed of Chicago sludge-snow when Mickey beats up his john and carries a near-comatose Ian on his back to a stolen Uber cab. It’s really the little moments in life. However this sentimental moment, as sarcastic and defiantly cynical as Mickey insists on being, is earned when Mandy forces Mickey to realize that he should make something “his fucking problem.” So he perfumes up, puts on his best shirt, and beats the crap out of the first gay man to insinuate he is queer in his search for Ian.
It seems expected that we will see more of Ian next week, as Mickey without a word chooses to kick his wife out of bed in favor for a passed out Ian. I look forward to seeing their real reconciliation, however violent it will undoubtedly become, in future episodes. At this point, they are the sanest couple this side of V and Kev."