At The Dugouts

Slightly overdramatic title, isn't it? 😅

Okay, first things first, thank you dearest Jessica @mickeyismyian for this week's prompt and thank you to all of you for "playing", writers and readers alike. At the risk of sounding like a broken record, we really wouldn't have gotten so far without you all 🥹😍🤗

And now, on to the promised details ☺️ First of all, reminder that we'll be going on a two-month break, returning on 5th October in a slightly new format.

WHAT WILL STAY THE SAME

100 words exactly; multiple submissions allowed, as long as they're different takes on the prompt;

daily reblogs and new prompts on Mondays, somewhere around 5 p.m. GMT (which can be whatever you like: words, phrases, songs, pictures, etc.);

whoever sets the prompt sits that week out;

deadline for submission: the following Monday, beforethe new prompt is posted.

WHAT WILL CHANGE

The roster system 😊

The thing is, people express their interest to be on the roster but by the time their turn comes, some of them may be on hiatus or not interested anymore or invested in other fandoms, so the chasing part has always been a bit of a pain.

Therefore, we're trying something else: open prompting. Whoever has an idea for a prompt can submit it via Ask to the blog and we'll go through them one by one in the order we receive them (provided we haven't had said prompt before and trying to mix things up a bit, as in, no consecutive prompts from the same person). Anyone can submit, not just people who regularly write and, for the time being, even while on Anonymous.

So, during the next two months, feel free to submit prompts ☺️

I'll be reblogging this post regularly so that it reaches as many people as possible and... we'll see how it goes 😁

Once again, thank you so much for being part of the Galladrabbles family 🤗❤️

Enjoy the rest of your summers, darlings, and we'll see you in October 😘

-Evie

Thanks for this week's @galladrabbles prompt, @katicusdramaticus! How about an apocalyptic AU meet-cute...

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Day 1,227 of not seeing another human.

Ian skirts past the TOXIC signs on the shore of Lake Michigan. Kneels at the rust-red water. Takes a sample.

This far upshore, in this hidden alcove, maybe he’ll find something new, the right chemistry to purify the water, start life anew. 

“The fuck you doing?”

Ian snaps around. He drops the beaker. 

He’s met with the muzzle of a shotgun, attached to very real hands and a very real man’s body. 

“Count of ten before I blow you off my beach. Explain yourself.”

@galladrabbles I don’t know if this is a hill I plan to die on, but I just think we deserved more Larry Seaver.

Larry Seaver parks outside 2119 North Wallace. “Are you sure this is where you’ll be, Mr. Milkovich? Your last known address—” “You ever hear of Terry Milkovich, Larry?” The PO gulps. ‘Nuff said. “Would you wanna crash with him?” “No, but records indicate that this is your former cellmate’s residence.” “Yeah, we’re cohabitating.” Mickey step out of the car. “Got a problem?” “Generally former inmates living together is frowned upon. You two aren’t planning on doing anything illegal, are you?” “Just sodomy.” Seaver blushes bright as a tomato. “Beg your pardon?” “Where are those hand puppets? I can demonstrate.”

Thank you @galladrabbles for our prompt this week!

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First, it was cryptic texts that Mickey happened to totally-by-accident spy on Ian’s phone.

Pick up at 12pm?

Need to book a red-eye.

Blue?

Then Mandy’s slip-up on the phone: “See ya Friday.”

Weird. She wasn’t due back in Chicago ‘til Christmas.

And then Ian, all stress and fluster, demanding he be home by 7:30pm SHARP.

WTF was going on? He, of course, had to fuck with him a little.

Incoming text: 

Ian…7:29pm: You coming home soon Mick???

7:34pm he steps through his front door.

@galladrabbles I have so many questions about Ian's thought process when he wakes up in the Milkovich house after Mickey brought him back from the Fairy Tale. When did he get his stuff back from the place he was squatting in?