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read ur comments under a post regarding morality and fiction and OP being very black and white about it...
you are so well-written and voiced my exacts feelings and thoughts that i couldn't articulate. i appreciate you taking the time out of your day to inform people about issues like censorship and banning literature. i say this as a student interested in librarianship and trying to wrap my head around navigating such complex cases regarding these matters (and many many more!).
Hello! First of all, I want to thank you for this kind message and to wish you the best of luck in your studies! Second of all, if you don't mind, I am going to use this opportunity to actually do a post about my thoughts on the topic that may or may not be viewed by more people than the original, so I am going to take the time to include some context.
This is a warning: this is about to get long and... some may find it tedious but I believe people should read what I have to say so we can have a productive discussion.
The original post this lovely person is referring to appeared on my page a couple of days ago. In this post, the original author expressed their feelings over certain topics being portrayed in fanfiction. As I am sure most of us are aware, this discussion is not a new one. Whether or not we should be consuming or including topics such as pedophilia, cannibalism, mass murder, etc. on fanfiction has been a discussion that has, as of now, reached somehow a level that surpasses the simple āI do not like this topic therefore I donāt engage with itā to a more āI do not like this topic, it is inmoral, it should not be portrayed in any caseā. Now, under the authorās post I wrote the following:
āAlthough I understand your apprehension towards those topics and while I understand that it is not for everyone (certainly it is not for me either), fiction is indeed fiction, what you do in your head does not make it real and it isn't a crime (as long as it stays in your head). Now, I am not saying you aren't allowed to judge, judge as much as you want, it's free and fun! But remember, you can't criminalize someone just because the kind of FICTION they like to consume, you can only criminalize them if the person takes their thoughts and acts upon them.
Once again, although I understand your point of view, I do believe that the train of thought you, and many others, are partaking within the topic of moral or immoral fiction plays jumping rope with freedom of thought and censorship in a way that could very easily be taken advantage of by the wrong kind of people (the idea of metaphorically burning books to fit a moral compass that you are imposing, and yes I'm using imposing as it is fiction, is very close to what people that want to take away rights usually do).
Of course, I am assuming you are young and, luckily, have not had the misfortune of dealing with real censorship as of yet, that is why I thought it important to offer this point of view to your post, maybe we can have a productive discussion about it without personal preferences involved in it. Again, this is not a dig to you in any way, I just think that this particular view point is not talked about enough. And this is without entering on the importance in literary writing of these types of topics, which is a whole different argument and I could write in great lengths about it.ā
Following this comment a different person asked the following, very pertinent, questions (which I include with the consequent answers that I provided):
āWhat do people gain from writing/reading about these taboo topics if not interest, pleasure or enjoyment?ā (question by @sevloraa )
āIf it is portrayed, let's say, as pedophilia is portrayed in Lolita, it is supposed to make you uncomfortable, for you to understand that those things do happen and for you to gain empathy over victims from a safe distance (a fictional character can make you feel empathy but there's no real kid that has been harmed).
It is also a way for people to explore their morbid curiosity without a real victim (imagine when there is a car crash and you can't stop looking, but there's no crash, it's CGI, no victim, no harm), fiction is not a gate to the real world, it is a mirror of the chaos.
Contrary to what seems to be a trend in the minds of people, reading about taboo topics does not make you want to do them, how many people have read, through the ages, Hannibal and have not eaten anyone, for example.ā
āI agree censorship is wrong but where do we draw the line?ā (question by the same user)
āIf you want freedom of thought, you put no lines, but that needs education and drive for learning. In the real world, there are plenty of lines we have already established, with religion, philosophy and good old public shaming. These lines are intrinsic to the human experience, we learn by communication with other members of society, we learn empathy and a moral code that varies through our different cultures. There's no line because the line is all around us. If you go up to a close relative and you tell them you want to harm someone, and this relative is of sound mind, they will stop you from doing so, but that's real life, not fiction. In literature there should not be any lines, literature is chaotic, dark and twisted, made to make you feel and understand. And if in order to understand you need to readĀ very dark stuff, alright, go ahead, I prefer you reading about it than acting upon it.ā
There are more questions and comments that follow this exchange and I strongly suggest you look for yourself here.
Now, I want to expand my argument a little more, mainly to clarify some things. My cedentials to talk about this, first of all, I am writing a PhD thesis in Compartive literature, I graduated on Arabic literature, but most importantly, I have a voice, an opinion and the word count of my AO3 history is longer than a historical dictionary. So, let us dive a little deeper in what it means to put a moral code on literature.
I could start this small essay by defining literature, but I do not belive myself to be wise enough to do so, as many have tried before with various degree of success. The reality is that there is no clear definition, because there will always be an exception to whatever definition you want to come up with. For example, we could say literature is the written word, but then we would be excluding the word to mouth tales that are incredibly culturally relevant, we could say that is a story to be told, but then legal documents, letters or ven poetry would be out of our definition. I am saying this to justify my decision to include fanfiction within literature, after all, it is written, or read (podfics), and has a cultural impact. Thus, I allow myself to approach this discussion in the same manner and with the same seriousness as I would use in order to analyse any published book, albeit there is a clear lack of citation made but this is an opinion piece, not an academic paper.
This being said I wanted to add another example to the ones I already provided priviously, this one a tad less known and a lot more controversial. āAn account of the Manners and Customs of the Modern Egiptiansā, written by Edward William Lane back in 1860, is an attempt to describe the cultural differences between the English that arrived to Egypt during the starts of the colonization and the Egyptians. Now, I put forward this example as in todayās society, and rightly so in my opinion, it would come across as insensitive, racist in many instances, certainly patronizing and absolutely āout of touchā.
I have read this book, of course, and I did find it just as unenjoyable as you may imagine, but I also found it curious. Curious in the sense that I, a person that has been raised in this day and age, could not understand how someone that was educated, that understood the language, that had travelled to the area multiple times, had misunderstood the society in Egypt so greatly. But then I remember I had something he did not, I had the internet, I had my own cultural background, my own point of view. I had my own prejuidice, and my own ignorance to account for.
What is the relation between this example and whether or not we should censor fanfiction? Well, even though I have all these feelings about the work of Lane, I am also aware that if I had not read it I would not have understood the cultural importance of such a book in English society and academia. Censorship closes our minds to different ideas, not interacting with the ideas is your right and you should exercise that right, but keep in mind that what for you is not a welcomed sight, it may serve other people in unexpected ways. As I said in my previous comment, they can very well aid people into understanding the world out there, understanding trauma and pain.
Furthermore, the idea of censorship always brings back the same question though, and I do believe it is important to point out: Be careful what you wish for, if you want censorship to start it will not stop with pedophilia. In fact, it wonāt stop until the only topic you can write is a white cisgender straight couple going to church and having 2.5 white cisgender able-body straight children. You can say that you do not want to censor a certain thing but the moment that you push for censorship and it becomes active... it is a monster you cannot compete against.
Thank you for reading and I encourage everyone to have a civil discussion on this matter as I believe we can all learn from each otherās perspectives.
This joke has been stuck in my head for weeks
En su oscura y valerosa historia abundan los hiatos Pt.2
https://archiveofourown.org/works/83944291/chapters/222854091#workskin
Pairing: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Tags: Soft Mickey MilkovichSoft Ian Gallagher/Mickey MilkovichSoft Ian GallagherAlternate Universe - Canon DivergenceKind Ofits just that mickey actually speaks spanishSmart Mickey MilkovichBipolar Ian GallagherIan Gallagher Loves Mickey MilkovichMickey Milkovich Loves Ian GallagherDialogue HeavyJealous Ian Gallagher
Summary:
Mickey is a very smart man. He knew he would not be able to survive without learning Spanish, not in a cartel in Mexico. Thankfully he found an unlikely friend to help him learn.
The best part of all of this is not the fact that he is actually bilingual now, and therefore better than Lip, but that his 9-inch stud seem to be absolutely incapable of resisting Mickey when he talks Spanish.
Work:
Nacho woke up one day with the scorching heat, he was used to heat, but Mexican summers were something else, they barely let him sleep. He sighed at the nightstand clock that seemed to be mocking him while flashing 05:00 in red intimidating letters. Definitely way too early, but there was no way he was going back to bed now, not when he is sweating profusely into the mattress. With a grunt that made him sound way too much like his very absent father and the consequent grimace at the unwanted memory and resemblance, he sat on the bed and picked up his phone. His eyebrows shot up at one particular notification:
(unknown number): Hey, saludos desde Chicago (greetings from Chicago)
"Hostia⦠putaā¦." (holy⦠shit) Nacho said out loud, a tone of disbelief laced with it, "took him long enough." He quickly added the number under the name Mickey, it just could not be anyone else.
Nacho: La madre que te trajo, cabrón! (how fucking dare you, motherfucker) How are you, you bastard?
Nacho was not expecting a response, not at 5 in the morning, so he put his phone down to continue with his day. Nothing like Mickey contacting him again to brighten up his life a little. He had missed Mickey. Nacho was no stranger to feeling lost and left abandoned, and he had a feeling Mickey had suffered some of that too. He did not have a lot of information about him, but he knew a lot about the love of his life. The redheaded soulmate that was the sole reason he moved back.
Some people, mainly his coworkers, thought that Nacho resented the ginger for taking his love interest away. But that was just cheap gossip and could not be further from the truth. Firstly, Mickey was not Nacho's type, he is handsome and thoughtful, but a bit intense. Secondly, Nacho did not resent neither Mickey or Ian. In fact, he was way to happy and encouraging, he wanted Mickey to go back to his love. In his opinion, their story was one of the most romantic ones he had ever heard, and, sadly, he did not know many details. Maybe now that Mickey was back in his hometown he would get more open about his story, their story. Overall, Nacho was ecstatic to finally hear from his old friend and even more excited to learn whether or not he had made it to his love.
Mickey woke up early, the Gallagher house made it hard to sleep in, even on a Saturday. He felt around but found the bed empty. With a sigh he reached for his phone, remembering the message he sent Nacho.
Nacho: La madre que te trajo, cabrón! (how fucking dare you, motherfucker) How are you, you bastard?
Mickey: Good, I am out of the can for fucking good and living with Ian and his family. The cartel still after me thoā¦.
Mickey chuckled softly as stood from the bed. He put on a black tank top and marched down the stairs, phone in hand.
Nacho: No shit they still after you mate⦠what you gonna do about it
Nacho: also if you give me like⦠ten mins I can def call you instead, I wanna meet your lover
Mickey: dont fucking know what im doing about that, dont know if theres nothing I can fucking do tbh
Mickey: Man, I just woke up, give me half an hour at least, then we can call and you can meet Ian
Nacho: va media hora (ok, half an hour)
Mickey reached around Lip to get to the coffee machine and pour himself and Ian, who was sitting at the counter, some. He took the plate of food that Debbie offered and took a seat next to Ian. He put his phone between them, face up, unlocked, and looked at Ian, then the phone. He was trying to hide the little excitement that was pooling in his guts.
"So he didn't change his number, huh?" Ian said with a smile " what does the last message mean?"
"He is just saying that we will call in half an hour, enough time to shower to look like you didn't destroy my ass last night" He chuckled at Liam's noise of disgust.
"I do not need to know that, please, remember, I am a child and there are children in this house with innocent ears!" Liam called back while putting his backpack on and taking his leave, where was the kid going on a Saturday? no one asked but assumed he would be safe.
"For the record, I also don't need to hear the retelling of your nightly escapadesā¦" Lip sighed but had a small smirk playing on his features.
"Shut the fuck up, Philip" Mickey said between bites of pancake.
They showered together and got decently dressed before sitting in the living room, the phone propped up on the coffee table, the screen showing the call was going through.
"Si?" (yes) was heard through the phone, a velvety deep voice came through before the camera caught up. Ian was stunned, he did not imagine someone legitimately called Nacho to look like that. Light brown eyes almost like whisky against the light, high cheekbones, small nose, thin lips, thick eyebrows and curly, very light brown hair. He had piercings too, two earlobe piercings in each ear, dangling from them were colourful but tasteful earrings. He was good looking. "Chaval! How are you?! Gosh, you good? and you must be Ian! nice to finally have a face to the myth! there were times I swore you were a fucking ghost or something!" Nacho was clearly loud and expressive, Ian thought.
"Nice to meet you, too"
"Hey Nacho, sorry I didn't get in touch earlier, I was kinda in prison and shit" Mickey smirked.
"Fuck off, I was not expecting you to remember me past our goodbye, I'm way too fucking glad you did tho" Nacho laughed, in the background a lovely cafe could be seen, wooden pillars painted a faded blue, decorations on the walls and a few people coming and going. "let me get out of here, I need a cigarette and this place is too crowded to hear you guys properly." Nacho stood, and exited the cafƩ into a beautiful street.
"You are still going to the Lola's? you haven't found another place?" Mickey relaxed into the couch, finally leaning back into the backrest.
"Bitch, don't get me started, this place is fucking nice and you know it! Roberto asked about you, told him I didn't know shit, just in case. But anyway, tell me everything! how have you been?" Nacho's hands were flying, moving around while he spoke, Ian caught a glimpse of the rings the guy was wearing and was even more curious as to how did Mickey even started a conversation with this dude.
"We got out like a month ago, well, Ian got out first. Lesser charges. And now we are just⦠trying to not get sent back in" Mickey summarized.
"You know what? I don't know why I ask you, you give me no juicy details! Ian, my friend, how has it been? where you surprised when he just showed up? gosh, it must have been so cute!" Nacho put a hand to his heart and Ian laughed.
"It was surprising, I was so ready to have to fight tooth and nail through it, but Mickey⦠Mickey came into the cell like a knight, I thought I was hallucinating at first! but life has been so good with him back, even when he can be a little bit of a shithead sometimes." That got Ian an elbow to the ribs.
"Fuck off, dick! also the fuck do you mean?" Mickey said pointing at the screen, "you know I couldn't give you much info and for sure can't give it to you fucking now, not with the Mexicans after my ass!"
"I mean⦠it is a good ass⦠I'll give them thatā¦" Nacho chuckled and Ian's eyebrows furrowed a little, "listen, you could not have texted me at a better fucking time, I am going to a conference in Chicago literally this weekend! we should meet! that way you won't have any reasons to not tell me some details and I get to see you in person! darte un abrazo, un algo, tĆo, que de verdad que se te echa de menos." (give you a hug or something, man, because I truly miss you)
"Oh shit, yeah we should meet for sure! MƔndame los detalles y vamos viendo," (send me the details and we can talk about it) Mickey smiled excitedly, Ian, on the other hand, seemed a bit confused and was eyeing the screen a bit suspiciously.
"Sure! I'll send you the stuff! also, tĆo (man), when I am there, we can talk about your little issue, I may be able to help some." Nacho looked around the street distracted by some kids screaming in the background, he did not catch Ian's look.
"How the fuck are you gonna help? pijo de mierda" (posh little shit) That had taken Mickey's full attention.
"Pijo de mierda tu padre, imbƩcil (your father is a posh little shit, idiot) I'll tell you when I am there, but I may or may not have gotten myself some good dick." Nacho winked, but Mickey looked a bit apprehensive.
"Another of your one night stands? you are a whore, you know that?"
"Nah bitch, I'm better than a whore, I'm an educated slut, meaning I may not fuck better but I am definitely better at getting shit from the fucks," Mickey and Nacho laughed together, even Ian chuckled while still eyeing the screen like he was lost, "but no, I think this time it's more than a fuck, I mean⦠we've met up like 5 nights already, he is becoming somewhat of a regular, kinda fucking weird to be honest."
"Shit⦠that must be a record for you!"
"Yeah, man, I'm telling you, he dines and wines me and shit! Fucking weird as shit⦠but I am kinda living for it a bit." Nacho looked around once more and took one last drag of his cigarette. "Now, Mickey, calla, que voy a hablar con tu novio un rato (shut up, I want to talk to your boyfriend for a bit). So Ian, who are you? and don't give me what you do for work, work is work, man, I mean deep down"
"Uh⦠I⦠I am from Chicago, I⦠have five siblings and⦠uh⦠I am an ex-con?" Ian answered slightly awkwardly. Mickey laughed a full belly laugh because Ian was being just as awkward and closed off as he had been the first time he met with Nacho.
"Don't worry, firecrotch, I am still wondering what combo of drugs does this dude take every morning."
"Rude, Mickey, Rude! you know I only smoke weed from time to time! well, more times than not but still!" Nacho turned his head slightly to look at Ian once again. "Sorry, I meant like⦠your passions or like⦠what music do you like? 'Cause I have learnt the hard way that many people from the US tend to just describe themselves as a profession, and I am so sorry but a profession is not a personality trait. For example, I like old music, I barely listen to anything that was released after the 80s, I for sure look like I would be in a cult and I am still not sure whether or not my last friend group was not one."
Ian could feel himself relax a little, even when he was still suspicious of the guy, how did he get his pitbull size thug boyfriend to actually talk, not only that but be friends with him. Did he want something with Mickey? he better fucking not want anything with Mickey. Ian understands that his boyfriend is fucking hot, thank you very much, it is normal for people to look at him and admire. But he will draw the line, he is the only person allowed to actually touch his man. And touch him he will, as soon as this call ends. "Oh, well, in that case⦠I like a bit of everything when it comes to music, I used to dance in clubs⦠so I do not particularly enjoy techno anymore. I⦠I kinda had a cult" Ian blushed and Mickey put a hand on his knee.
"Wow! you seem like a hella interesting guy!"
They talked for a little bit longer, ending the call with a promise to keep in touch and reunite in Chicago later in the week. Ian stretched his arms in the most corny move possible, draping his arm not so subtly over Mickey's shoulder. "Well, he seems fun."
"Jealous, Gallagher?" Mickey smirked, turning his head to face Ian, "I already told you, he is just a good friend."
"Me? Jealous? Neverā¦" Ian said trying to play it cool and failing miserably, "I am happy you have a friend, and that we are gonna meet him together." If he put a bit too much emphasis on the "together" part, it was no one's business but his own.
"Yeah, Tough guy, together. You will see he is just⦠likable, easy to talk to." Mickey smiled and shrugged. "Anyway⦠the house⦠seems a bit empty doesn't it?" he bit his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Ian wasted no more time. He stood up and picked Mickey up with ease, earning a little yelp. He walked up the stairs of the Gallagher house with Mickey nipping at his neck and kissing his collarbones, undoubtedly leaving marks all over his neck.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Additional tags: soft mickey, soft Ian, slight canon divergence, Mickey speaks Spanish, Smart Mickey
Summary:
Mickey is a very smart man. He knew he would not be able to survive without learning Spanish, not in a cartel in Mexico. Thankfully he found an unlikely friend to help him learn.
The best part of all of this is not the fact that he is actually bilingual now, and therefore better than Lip, but that his 9-inch stud seem to be absolutely incapable of resisting Mickey when he talks Spanish.
Based on this Tumblr post:
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Work:
Mickey had been in Mexico for a little over a month when he met Ignacio. Maybe because the name being similar to his brother's, or maybe it was the fact that everyone called him Nacho (yes, like the food) and did not seem to make the connection as to why that was extremely funny. Either way, Mickey established a tentative friendship with the man. He learnt a few things about him, and did not give much of himself away, but Nacho did not seem to be too worried about that. He always said that what mattered was the "now" or whatever that meant.
Nacho was a Spanish immigrant in Mexico, apparently he had left Spain after he was not able to find a job that could pay the rent of his flat in Madrid (a small one bedroom). He continuously complained about having to leave Spain because of someone he called "expats", Mickey did not understand what he meant by that, but he did pretend to understand. One thing that Nacho said that Mickey took to heart, though, was that Mickey should learn at least enough Spanish to not be blindsided in conversations.
Mickey would be lying if that little comment during the first days of friendship did not stuck with him. Contrary to popular belief, Mickey is a smart man, he could have probably gone off to university if he had not dropped out and reading english books did not bore him half to death. After a couple of days of thinking about how the people around him could be ripping him off and he had no power to stop it because most of the negotiation was done in Spanish, he asked Nacho for help.
And so it started, everyday, Nacho and him would talk half in Spanish half in English until it became just having conversations in Spanish. They were basic conversations, but conversations nonetheless. And later, Nacho insisted to teach him how to read it as well, said that it would help him enjoy the language more. For the first time, Mickey started to enjoy reading.
Before he left for his Gallagher, Mickey only gave a heads up to Nacho. Nacho was the only one that new his intentions and his plan. If there was one person he was going to miss from Mexico, was his Spanish friend. Another lost soul in the middle of Mexico, no connections and nothing to loose.
Mickey did not talk in Spanish in prison. He knew there were people that spoke it in the can, but he chose to use this tool to his advantage instead. Quietly listening to their conversations, making sure to not show any reactions to the topics at hand (even when the plans where damn right stupid). He only remembers mumbling some Spanish when Ian was on top of him, thrusting just right, slow but hard right on that spot. But he is sure that Ian did not catch any of it, he himself wouldn't be able to recall what was said, too mumbled, too quiet, with many moans slipping out with it.
The very first time Mickey speaks clearly in Spanish in the presence of Ian is not in prison, its not even during sex after they both got out, no. It is in the most inconsequential of settings. The Gallaghers and Mickey are having dinner, just another Friday night. It was calm, for the Gallagher's household standard, most of the disagreements had been forgotten about in favour of food and drink (except Lip, who was holding onto sobriety and the kids who had sodas instead of beer). Carl was trying to make one plan or another about how to better deal with his newest love interest, Lip was trying to explain how his plans where not going to impress any girl. Mickey was leaning slightly against Ian, thighs touching, while Ian listened closely to the discussion at hand and Mickey, not so subtly stole a couple of fries from his plate.
Mickey did not want to engage in such a conversation, he was not known for romanticism. But Lip definitely was not the person to ask about relationship advice. He had manage to get Tami to have a kid with him but, in all honesty, Mickey was not sure how that happened exactly or who was the one getting scammed in the situation. It was messy, just like most of Lip's relationships.But even he thought Lip was being a bit harsh on his dismissal of the ideas that Carl had. Yeah, maybe they were not the typical "movie and dinner" kind of date plans, but the kid was presenting ideas that matched his caring personality. The whole thing was stupid.
"Carl, listen, you can do whatever you want, I'm not talking about your stupid ideas of what a date would entitle with you anymore. But I think you should just fucking wine and dine her, complicated gestures just give women expectations" Lip said, exasperated.
Ian opened his mouth to chime in with his own opinion. Judging by his slight frown he was going to defend the younger Gallagher.
"Joder Lip, deja al crio en paz, coƱo" (Fuck Lip, leave the kid alone, jeez) Mickey chimed in, without a paused he continued now in English, "listen kid, do whatever the fuck you want, would I do that shit you suggested? fuck no, but you and I aren't the same fucking person. Lip is just bothered because you got more game than him."
The Gallaghers were stunned into silence, staring at Mickey. Ian, for his part, felt a rush of heat all through his body, a blush was slowly creeping in his face. Ian did not, in any way, connect the concepts of "Mickey lived almost a year and a half in Mexico" and "they speak Spanish in Mexico". He had never thought Spanish was particularly hot before Mickey had justā¦. blurted it out, with a fluency that surprised him. Ian is fully aware that the conversation has picked back up around him, his siblings finding something else to focus on, but Ian could not stop looking at Mickey. He wanted to hear it again, no, he needed to hear it again.
"The fuck you looking at, Red?" Mickey said, smirking at Ian, facing the stare head on.
"uh⦠I⦠yeahā¦"
Ian had officially lost his brain somewhere. He has a vague memory of Svetlana talking about her girlfriend having a strong tongue, and the way Mickey had emphasized the R in the first word he said is making him question whether or not that tongue was as strong as it looked now. He needed that tongue on him, in him, anywhere and everywhere. Ian desperately needed for this dinner to finish quick, as quick as humanly possible.
Mickey raised an eyebrow and continued eating his burger, not knowing exactly what had gotten into Ian, but he can ask him later. Maybe he wants Mickey to wine and dine him? They did have plans for it before everything went to shit, but he did not think that Ian, now, the man and not the teenager, was particularly into the fancy hotels he used to go to when he was manic and they were trying to scam some old fags. Mickey would not feel comfortable in that environment anyway, he would feel judged and would try to flee as soon as possible. But, he could try, if that is what Ian wanted to do, they could try, just once.
Once the dinner comes to an end, Ian is all over Mickey, hastily leading him up the stairs and into the room. Mickey is confused, to say the least, about the sudden eagerness, but he is not going to complain, especially not when it looks like he is going to get the pounding of his life. They close the accordion door and Ian pushes him into the bed. He sits obediently and Ian stands between his legs, looking down at him in a predatory manner.
"Do it again"
"Uh⦠do⦠do what again, Red?"
"Spanish, speak Spanish, Mickey"
"Oh! That's what got you like this? jeez, I thought I was going to get taught a lesson and you'd be 'convincing' me to take you on a fancy date, like Lip said" Mickey smirked, "en realidad solo quieres que te folle contra la cama hasta que se rompa, no?" (In reality you just want me to fuck you into the mattress till it breaks, no?)
"Fuckā¦. Mick⦠"
Who would have thought that a bit of Spanish was all it took to disarm his beautiful stud.
From then on, Mickey used Spanish for many different purposes. Some, expected, someone they cross paths with does not speak a lick of English, but they are Dominican so they speak Spanish just fine. Other times, Mickey was in a mission, a mission to distract a certain ginger.
"God, Mickey! how many times do we have to have this stupid argument? I am not going to change my mind! you are not going to the fucking run with your brother" Ian was frustrated, Mickey was trying to convince him that Iggy needed his help with a "business", like Ian did not already know the "business" was a drug or gun run, probably going over state lines because they are that overconfident and have no sense of self-preservation. Honestly, Milkoviches, unless they have someone to protect, they are not going to protect themselves, they will survive, of course, but they will not be careful about it. They are good at gritting their teeth through any situation.
"Gallagher, I swear it is going to be ok. It is not like we haven't done this before, I was fucking born to do this type of shit. You think I don't fucking know what I'm doing?" It was a screaming match at this point, Mickey was starting to get like a petulant child, pouting and shouting things that had no correlation to the matter at hand, but they were tied to deep insecurities he often did not talk about.
"You are an ex-con Mickey! you ain't doing shit like that! too damn risky and I do not want to have to visit you in prison! I don't want to have to fucking sleep alone right when shit was finally fucking good" Ian sat down on the edge of the bed, exhausted, his emotions all over the place.
That made Mickey stop. He looked at Ian, sat there in their bed and he understood. This was not Ian assuming he would be fucking it up. Ian did not truly believe that Mickey would be dumb enough to get thrown in prison again. His Red was just running with the slim possibility and treating it as it was the truth, not because he did not trust Mickey to not get arrested, but because his mind could not get past the hypothetical situation in which he is force to live, once again, separated from Mickey. Mickey needed to fix this and do it quick.
"oh⦠mi cieloā¦." (my sky) Mickey gently caressed Ian's cheek, Ian melted at the contact, "I won't go⦠I'll tell Iggy to ask Colin, he should be out already, but, mi vida (my life), just⦠don't worry about it anymore, ok?"
Ian would be lying if he said he did not feel like he was melting and soft after hearing the little sweet nothings that Mickey kept saying in Spanish. The English reassurance also helped quite a lot more to be fair. He wanted to be mad, to tell Mick that he should have listened to him earlier, but the Spanish⦠that language on Mickey's voice did things to him.
Mickey using Spanish did not always lead to sex, or was not the main cause of the fun times they usually had. Sometimes, like this one, Ian just felt loved, cared, seen in a deeper level, connected to Mickey. It almost made him feel that the love Mickey had for Ian was so great it could not be restricted to just one language. He would never admit this to Mickey, to afraid Mickey would call him gay and never do it again (even though they were both very gay for each other and there is nothing gayer than Mick's little moans and whimpers when he is being impaled by Ian's dick, but Ian would never tell him that either).
Not long after that argument, they were both satiated and content cuddling in bed after a good three rounds. Mickey had his head resting on Ian's chest, his hand tracing small circles over his heart when Ian softly, almost whispering, started asking:
"How did you learn Spanish, by the way?"
"Got a buddy called Nacho, cool dude, was from Madrid, apparently gentrification is a problem if fucking Europe too or some shit." Mickey didn't even lift his head, just mumbled the response into Ian's chest.
"Wait⦠but when you first came here, we were in the bathroom trying to clean the scrapes you got⦠you didn't understand the Mexican talking, or it looked like you didn't"
"I mean⦠I was fucking wired up, Firecrotch. I just got out of prison, the fucking cartel is after me and there are Mexicans all over this house. Also, my buddy was Spanish, very different accent⦠like it better." he looked up to see a very confused Ian. "Listen, imagine that you are looking over your shoulder because you are sure someone is following you, and someone crosses in front of you and starts talking in a thick Irish accent, you ain't gonna get it, you brain is too fucking busy with other shit."
"Ohā¦. I guess makes senseā¦" now that that little mystery had been resolved, Ian's brain latched onto something else, "so⦠Nacho⦠your buddyā¦" he was trying desperately to be nonchalant about it but looking at Mickey's eyebrows shooting up his forehead, he could guess he was not that subtle at all.
"Seriously, Red?"
"Listen, you know⦠you know what I was doing while you were in Mexico. If you found someone too⦠I'm not gonna be mad about it⦠I just⦠I want to know, I guess"
Mickey giggled, a smile stretching over his features, because whatever Gallagher was spewing did not match his very serious and very deep frown on his face. His boyfriend looked as murderous as he could get.
"Take it easy, tough guy. Nacho was gay as fuck, but nothing ever fucking happened between us. We were just good ass friends, I know a fuck ton of shit about Spain now, by the way, the fucker could talk⦠I'm pretty sure it's a Spanish thing though, took him like three hours to drink a cup of coffee." Mick found himself, not for the first time, missing that easy friendship they had.
"Have you tried contacting him?" Ian knew Mickey was not a social animal, so him making one friend was already a very big deal, he did not want Mickey loosing that friend.
"Nah⦠I couldn't⦠I do know his number, I guess I could download WhatsApp and shoot him a message? I don't know, it's been so long" Mickey reached for his phone on the nightstand. "I don't even know if he still has the same phone numberā¦" he was already downloading the app tho.
"Well, you ain't gonna loose anything for trying, baby" Ian kissed his temple softly.
"Yeah⦠I guess not⦠and don't call me baby, man" Mickey didn't actually mind being called "baby", but he wasn't about to admit that to Ian.
"You can't tell me to not call you baby when you are the one calling me all types of pet names that I don't know the meaning of to get away with shit."
"Fuck if I can't, of fucking course I can, 'cause you fucking love that shit and can't resist it" Mickey put the phone down, having already messaged the number.
"Pff I could definitely ignore it, you ain't that irresistible, you know?" Ian's crooked smile came out to play, stretching first from the left side slightly before the right side caught up.
"Are you sure? Mi amor, mi vida, mi cielo, mi cariño, bebé, corazón" (my love, my life, my sky, my dear, baby, heart) Mickey said while climbing onto Ian's lap, grinding his hips onto Ian's.
"Fuck⦠how⦠how do you know that manyā¦. Jesus Mick" Ian let a small growl leave his lips.
"Oh, you know, I did a lot of reading⦠and Spanish literature is full of romanceā¦" Mickey dragged his hips back and forth one last time before standing up, "well, this was fun, but I promised Iggy and Colin I would meet up with them, something about catching up, I don't want to be lateā¦" of course he did not actually have a set time to meet his brothers, but it was a good excuse to tease Ian.
"Shit Mickā¦" Ian pulled him back into the bed by his waist, taking a laughing Mickey down with him.
Ian showed Mickey once again how he could never actually ignore Mickey speaking Spanish. This would not be the only time Mickey would use this, but he did confess, on a later date, the meaning of all the pet names that he had told Ian. Quietly talking into his hair, while Ian rode out a downswing of his disorder, he was starting to come out of the depressive episode and Mickey was now allowed and encouraged by Ian to cuddle up in bed. Mickey could not resist the love of his life, not when he was just laying there, looking at him with pleading eyes to cuddle him.
"you know all those pet names I call you? the little names in Spanish? They mean more than just baby." Ian didn't respond, but Mickey kept talking. "Mi vida, because without you my life makes no fucking sense, you are my life. Mi amor, becuase I could never love someone like I love you, you taught me how to love, sleepyface. Mi cielo, that one means my sky, I call you that for many reasons⦠you are beautiful like the sky above, greater than life, safe and constant."
"M tallerā¦" Ian interrupted with a very tiny smile, but a smile nontheless.
"Well, yes, hot stuff," Mickey giggled, "but also, in Spanish, 'cielo' also means heaven, you are my safe place, man⦠“Corazón' it means heart, I already told you this, but you are under my skin, you are under my skin and on top of it and imbedded into it. I love you, Ian." Mickey kissed his forehead softly and ignored the stinging in his eyes and the mistiness of Ian's, all of this⦠needed to be said.

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mickey picked up spanish while on the run and is now fairly good at it. ian gets a boner every time he hears his husband conversing in it, be it haggling with someone or cursing someone out or even when helping liam out with his homework.
Listen, what about the first time it happened wasn't in prison, it was when they were in the middle of a Gallagher dinner after they both got out and Mickey is just casually listening till Lip or Carl say something incredibly stupid. Mickey in a burst of frustration because the conversation was starting to be incredibly stupid just blurts "no me jodas con esa puta mierda chaval" and Ian just..... Short-circuits, suddenly the place is way too hot and he can't wait to finish the damn dinner because now he wants to hear more of that foreign tongue playing within Mickey, he is specially interested in the fact that Mickey CAN roll his fucking Rs and maybe Svet was right when she said something about the other Russian having a strong tongue. The rest of the Gallaghers just stare at Mickey while he continues to make the point he was going to make in English now.
Needless to say Ian now KNOWS a lot of endearing words in Spanish that Mickey may or may not have mumbled before while they were having sex but they were too unintelligible to actually catch. But now Mickey calls Ian "mi vida" or "mi amor" or "mi cielo" while they are in the car or the grocery store and Ian can't fucking resist Spanish so he will stop anything they are doing to just do Mickey.
Mickey TOTALLY uses this knowledge too, sometimes just cause he can't get enough of his 9 inch stud and others to placate whatever argument he was too bored of.
(Gosh I kinda wanna write a fic about this)
Ps: I'm Spanish so the sentence Mickey would say is spanish from Spain BUT hear me out, when Ian is cleaning Mickey's wounds in the bathroom and the Mexican apologies for intruding, Mickey doesn't understand him, partly because of the amount of panic and paranoia but also because the person that sat with him and talked to him at first half English half Spanish was not Mexican either, he was an immigrant from Spain that had moved to Mexico. So, in a state of panic he can't understand him correctly.
It'd also make sense that if a lot of traumatic stuff happened in Mexico he would have a bad reaction to that particular accent, and he only knows one other accent in a language he is now fluent in, so for him it's easier to talk in the Spanish accent from that other person he knew lost in the middle of Mexico.
Hilson ita bag :3 hope you guys like it
refuse to portray teenage Severus as a perfect, utterly helpless victim who was left not knowing what to do against four repulsive bullies, because no, Severus Snape was not a perfect victim. Severus Snape was half-muggle and had grown up surrounded by violence and poverty in a working-class neighbourhood where he had probably seen horrible things, and he had far more street sense than people like to admit. He knew ābecause this is something you learn in those environmentsā that if someone hits you, you hit back, and if they try to push you around, youāre allowed to push back six times harder.
He was resentful, and he was violent, and he defended himself the way any working-class kid would have. The problem was not that he didnāt fight back; the problem was that his bullies outnumbered him and had money, social capital, and the approval of the adults in charge. And that is what made it impossible for him to truly defend himself, because you can use your fists, but they are useless when the establishment is against you.
So for me, Severus is never going to be a perfect victim. He is a victim, because he didnāt just suffer bullying, he also suffered classism, marginalisation, and social injustice. That makes him a victim. But he fought back. He fought back with nails, teeth, and knives if necessary, because defending yourself does not stop you from being a victim.
Also, pretty privilege! James, Sirius, Remus, even Lily, they were all conventionally attractive, which did not help him.
The idea of a perfect victim is so ignorant in a way. Not everyone is going to take the "moral high ground" because not everyone has the energy to do that after being the butt of the joke their entire lives. Severus Snape was the butt of the joke when he was young, at Hogwarts but also in his family home, let's not forget that classism is a big issue everywhere.
You can't expect people, without any support, to be able to take the moral high ground. Or even to ignore the alluring characteristics of a closed down group of people that need his expertise. Sad to say he probably considered the Death Eaters as a "support" in these instances. A guarantee of some sorts, a climb in the social ladder. I am not sure he understood the political intricacies of them when he joined at 17, although he did later on. I believe when he joined he viewed them as a way out of that poor and dingy environment that was his working class neighborhood.
The morning after
Siriusā¦. Was a bit roughā¦. But Sevs likes getting marked
Some things are justā¦. Nurture
Harry is start if to master the āI am impressed by your stupidityā look from his adoptive dadā¦. Needless to say, the random muggle did say something incredibly unintelligent.
ALSO!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
New Year, the same old me! (I'm too old to regret last year decisions lmao what's done is done mentality)
Thank you so much to everyone that has supported my art, has followed or interacted with my content, there're very few reasons for me to keep drawing and you guys interacting and liking my stuff only serves as motivation to keep drawing my lil gay and his adopted child. I think this year I'll want to dive deeper into ships and post some more!
I can't believe I just noticed I didn't give Harry glasses?! What is wrong with me? LMAOOOO

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Some things are justā¦. Nurture
Harry is start if to master the āI am impressed by your stupidityā look from his adoptive dadā¦. Needless to say, the random muggle did say something incredibly unintelligent.
ALSO!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!
New Year, the same old me! (I'm too old to regret last year decisions lmao what's done is done mentality)
Thank you so much to everyone that has supported my art, has followed or interacted with my content, there're very few reasons for me to keep drawing and you guys interacting and liking my stuff only serves as motivation to keep drawing my lil gay and his adopted child. I think this year I'll want to dive deeper into ships and post some more!
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Reading: aside from the AO3 rabbit hole (thank you writers you guys save my free time) I am currently reading äŗé¦č” ļ¼Five spice street) by Can Xue (ę®éŖļ¼ļ¼č„æåŗēéØ by 尾鱼 ļ¼idk if thereās a translation) , La peninsula de las casas vacĆas by David UclĆ©s and a bunch of Borges.
Last series: War of Faith (listen, itās WYB and Wang Yan, whatās not to love)
Last film: the other day I watched Sweeny Todd bc one of my friends had never watched it
Last song: emā¦.. wellā¦.. todayā¦. I was feeling nostalgic soooo Teenagers by MCR
Sweet/salty: depends on the occasion but I canāt never say no to a sweet snack! (Just⦠no coconut, please)
Coffee/tea: coffee!!! Black or with milk or a cappuccino or a funky concoction (but also black tea!)
Working on: Attempting to see how much skin is too much skin for this website, aka a bunch more Snape and maybe some shipping and Severitus content!
NP tagging: @snapecentric @sani-86 @localcalico @kustikbush @slytherinbretherin @cypresswandonao3 @severussquick @nakusa-7 @choosadex
No pressure to actually make your own if you do not feel like it or have already done so <3
ābut he bullied CHILDRENā
yes but have you considered that he looked like this doing it
HAPPY HOLIDAYS! Hereās some sexy Snape
Dw I got the normal version too:
I know im a bit late for Xmas butā¦. We donāt celebrate Xmas here so I kinda forgot lmao
I want to draw Severus in so many outfits but idk how bad are the tos here soooo imā¦. Slowly giving Severus a more revealing outfit
You all need to hear this:
1. You probably dont suck at your craft as much as you think you do, I bet a lot of people are amazed at what you can make, and
2. If you actually are the Literal Worst In The Whole Wide World at your craft... who the fuck cares? What are they gonna do, call the police on you? Keep making your shitty little things, youre the boss of you, fuck the haters.
3. Doing more of a particular creative activity makes you better at it

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people may think you're a vampire...
...but you're truly just a silly boy with a sweet toothššš
Young and dumb enough to think he knows best
Idk why his face looks the way he does, maybe his eyes are too small? Idk but itās too late to fix it now soooā¦. Following the 70% of people that voted on the poll, here is some Sev alone, if you got any request, Iām always open for them!