Callivich

His family doesn’t seem to notice he’s struggling with lack of sleep and disturbing images. But one person does….his sort-of-boyfriend (not that he would ever say that to his face) Mickey. Which is weird because they don’t talk much, they just park in deserted places and hook up in the backseat of Mickey’s car.

So when Mickey says he can see something is wrong with Ian….it just all comes out. Because it’d been building up inside and Ian just had to tell someone. And…well, Mickey always makes him feel safe. Maybe one day he’ll tell him that, just to see the annoyed look on his face.

Mickey is silent after Ian shares everything. He stares at Ian for a long moment and then -

“That’s fucked up.”

“You believe me?” Ian is stunned and more than a little bit pleased.

“Course.”

Ian’s kind of blown away by the easy way Mickey says that.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t have to thank me, man.” Mickey shrugs but there’s a faint blush.

Ian still doesn’t know what he’s going to do but it feels good talking to Mickey.

The next night he dreams. There’s no body this time. No murder.

we became interested in the artwork on mickey and ian’s cell walls during a rewatch, specifically the piece that looked to be more writing than drawing. we couldn’t find any information about it nor a super clear image online, so we decided to try and “decode” it ourselves.

after going frame by frame through each scene, looking at behind the scenes, drawing out a "font" guide, and even messaging a former props dept. crew member (which was ultimately fruitless but a very nice exchange!), we have gotten as far as we’re able to.

transcription:

MAY ALL THE HOMIES REST IN PIECE

[probable list of deceased cartel members, including SHITBOY, LITTLE PUPPET, DUKES, TOWER, EL GATO, EVIl, LOONY, LITTLE MAN, SHRUG]

NO REST FOR THE WICKED.

MY CRAZY LIFE.

THERES GANGSTERERS AND THEN THERE ARE NEIGHBORHOOD HEROS LIKE THESE SOLDIERS. MAY GOD BE WITH ALL YOU HOMIES. TIME HAS NO PLACE.

the list of names isn't 100% confirmed.

@saintjock's edit

The rain comes next. Ice cold and heavy, causing Ian to seek shelter. The neon lights of a motel are a beacon in the dark.

Inside, the desk is empty apart from a neat line of glass bottles, each with a different label. More words on the parchment - ‘drink one to find what you want’.

What Ian wants is to go home and he usually wouldn’t drink unknown liquids but if it’s going to help….then what the hell.

All the labels are sexual in nature….which is weird. But no weirder than everything else he’d seen so far. He chooses the least explicit one ‘lick me all over’.

It’s a vibrant reddish pink colour but it tastes of oranges…and whisky?

Somewhere nearby, he hears a low, throaty laugh.

A door at the end of a hallway swings open slowly, soft pink mist billows out.

There’s someone there. At first, the only thing he can see is a smirking mouth but then gradually a man starts to materialise. Dark hair, blue eyes, pale skin.

The mist seems to caress his naked form. He’s beautiful.

He locks eyes with Ian, “Come here” He says casually, and then turns around, disappearing into the mist but not before giving Ian a glimpse of an amazing ass.

Ian doesn’t know what the fuck is going on but he follows.

He wonders about the label on the bottle, was that for him or the man? Either way, Ian can’t wait to find out…..

Hours later, after a lot of magical sex, the man - Mickey - says he can show Ian the way out of wonderland.

“Only if you come with me.” Ian says.

Mickey simply smirks.

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