THIS CITY SUCKS!

I got some amazing reblogs with tag comments here! ;___; THANK YOU! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART AAAAH!

However, this blog is inactive (hence me noticing only now).

The gang and I have moved to

GALWAYGANG.TUMBLR.COM

This tumblr has gone INACTIVE!

My Galway Gang has moved to a new and tidier place:

galwaygang.tumblr.com

I have a little announcement to make:

I made a fresh new tumblr for these guys (which I am working on as we speak, it is a few hours old and still very much under construction) and this one will most likely go inactive eventually! I won’t delete it, I will keep checking back into it and all, I just need a new place, a re-start.

The reason behind it is quite simple: I am more active on instagram these days and people over there wanna know all kinds of stuff, which is very cool, but IG is really not a cool place to put OC lore at, at least not in a neat, overseeable way. I want a shiny and neat place that I can link to and that is not, well, this place.

To be quite honest, I have hated this dumpster for a long while now. We’re talking years here. So much of the info is old, outdated, old AND outdated and whatnot, and while I don’t want to get rid of it (Don’t worry, Elsa! xD), I don’t want it to represent my nowadays bunch either. This place is confusing, it’s overwhelming, it dates back far too long and I really just feel like making a clean cut of some sorts and getting rid of old baggage.

I will run this one for another while, for sure. Setting up a new place and organising stuff takes time and patience, I have a day job, I don’t always have the energy and I want the new thing to be good from the start... and not let it become as messy as this one just because I have to rush things lol. (Maybe I’ll even update this one now and then, when I feel like shouting incoherently or so, I dunno yet.)

Just felt like preparing you guys (the whole six or seven of you lol) - this place has seen it’s best days. I really, REALLY want it to retire and remain as an archive of some sorts.

... and that was IT already.

Just a little doodle of a certain boy. 💖 I can easily see this being Mina‘s favourite photo of him. It‘s so honest. No fake, no pulling faces for the camera - just a humble young guy with grown-out hair. It‘s the one she keeps, somewhere in a little box with private belongings, even when she has long moved on.

I have some...? :D They’re not super exciting, though. Malachy just accepted little Mick as one of his own once the twins brought him home, like he did with all their little friends, so it was usually just little random/funny/silly everyday moments. Sort-of-sibling stuff, except they’re not siblings. 😂 But yeah, Mick was special in a way, he was always around somehow and I think they had some nice moments indeed.

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I like to think, for example, that Mick was a bit scared to come near the O’Connell house after his break up with Orla (even more so during that little “war" he had with her after it). Malachy no longer lived at home at the time, but as he still kept regular contact to his family, he still always knew what was going on. One day at Mick’s garage, while the boy checked Mal’s car for something, I think Mal casually mentioned the situation.

“It’s not your fault, man.”

Mick looked up, confused. While he was usually pretty good at picking up on moods and situations, he had no clue at all what Malachy was referring to this time.

“Huh? What?”

“Sarah and Sean miss you. It’s not your fault that things are this way, it’s not Orla’s fault either. I dunno, it’s none of my business I guess but... just don‘t think you can no longer come home.”

Dumbstruck, Mick merely stared at Malachy for a few moments as he suddenly realised that he had never actually talked to someone about the situation before. Declan usually brushed any conversation in that direction off, he hated sitting between the chairs. Jessie’s only “advice” was “I dunno what to say, baby, it’s so weird buuut... you’ll get over it?? You both will.”, Daryl was always busy with uni stuff and only came out of his cave to party, Ryan was no longer even in the country and his own parents... uhm, well, a big fat no.

Mick also realised in that very moment that he had been dying to talk to someone. Maybe not for hours, not in exquisite detail but... just have someone to listen for a few moments and to take note of him would be cool.

He saw that Malachy still looked at him and then decided that he could be that someone.

“I dunno. Maybe. It’s just, y’know... weird.”

“It sure is.”

“It’s just not the same anymore. Nothing is.”

“I know. I had break ups before, nothing’s ever the same anymore after them.”

Mick raised an eyebrow but he smiled. “So hard to imagine you or Chloe with other people.”

“What can I say.” Malachy laughed.

“I think I blew it.” Mick eventually said with a little sigh.

“If you did, Orla definitely did her part, too. Just think about it, okay? You can always come back. No one blames you.”  

... I think they had some of those little moments. Malachy was good to talk to, and I think he sensed in return that Mick had hardly anyone at the time who actually listened to him (his friends loved him, Mal knew that, but he also knew how his siblings could be, how HE was at that age... and that Mick wasn’t the average careless boy at all) so those moments just... happened?? Whenever the time was right??? It wasn’t always super deep either but I think, with Mal around, Mick felt a little more secure sometimes.

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Mick was devastated when Malachy died. He didn’t let people know, but it was a terrible time for him. He was 23 at the time, it was the first real loss he experienced and it was just as unexpected and painful for him as it was for anyone else, of course, but he also felt he had no right to be as devastated as he was (Orla and Declan had the right, they were family after all!), so he just... pulled himself together and bottled it up. Drove the twins to the hospital the night they got the message, stayed up and waited for their call as long as it took, while trying to process things entirely on his own, as usual.

At the funeral, he was one of the pall bearers. He came back and helped his parents out with that particular funeral willingly (although he never cared a whole lot of being part of the “business”), he was the one who had the talks with Sarah and Sean... y’know. He stayed around the longest after the memorial, to make sure the O’Connells were as alright as they could be. 

I have been thinking about the EXACT same thing yesterday??? 😂 I should really get to that, I haven’t drawn this big bugger in ages, let alone with some little bugger of his. ;_;

I should.

(I’m really into testing Procreate these days, don’t mind me! :’D)

Some Orla and Mick goodness, because my heart longed for these two this weekend. ♥

I imagine the first one to be one of those many snapshots of the two that made people unconsciously “ship” them. Liiike, no one ever SAID it, there were never any fully formed THOUGHTS even, but always this little bit of “Hey, these two look hella cute together.”... which is why no one really batted an eye when the two actually became a thing. It was a surprise, sure, but it made perfect sense to anyone. (Also, Orla grooms people, haha. It’s her thing, she likes having her hands on people. Especially on this particular human being.)