for some reason my favorite thing to think about is mandy visiting mickey and ian. like. mandy, older now, more composed and painted with a brighter shade of joy, with them on the couch, same as old times. mandy, holding hands with ian in his and mickey's bed, just because they can, just because they sat in ian's old twin at the gallagher house, listening to music from a cracked ipod and doing the same. mandy, hugging mickey goodbye, a luxury she could never afford past the age of five. everything's different now. they're all so full of love



















