This...this Game Isnt Even Trying To Be Subtle About Its Antisemitism. Its A Whole Dogwhistle Concert

how do people get over things i have never gotten over anything in my entire life

You think Lip sometimes looks at Ian and Mickey and just smiles a little to himself because who would’ve seen that coming?

Like, Lip’s always been good with odds and numbers and back in the day, back when they started out a fucking lifetime ago, absolutely nobody would have bet on those two making it in the end.

He had been around back then, on the side lines catching glimpses from time to time. From ‘Mickey’s gay and we’re doing it’ and 'i know what he felt with me’ to 'you think i should’ve?’ and 'because i love him’.

And Lip hesitates in the doorway when he enters the living room for a moment and watches them lie on the couch in front of the TV, wrapped up in each other’s arms, sleepy and content, for once neither bickering nor on the verge of fucking and he thinks that he’s never seen Ian so happy and being himself this much at the same time before.

And maybe he shakes his head when he looks at the man in his brother’s arms because holy fucking shit that’s Mickey Milkovich right there.

That’s 'someone’s gotta get a beat down’, it’s 'oh shit is right’, it’s anger issues and russian prostitutes and attempted murder and escaping prison to fucking mexico.

But it’s also the guy who pours Ian his coffee in the morning and makes sure he doesn’t drink it before he’s had something to eat, who used to count his fucking pills, who once bought a bag full of B vitamins as if they could fix it all somehow.

It’s who Ian lost sleep over, it’s who he made his best bad decisions for.

It’s Franny’s Uncle Mickey, it’s Mandy’s older brother and holy shit, it’s Ian’s fucking husband.

And isn’t that so beautifully Ian, that he saw something in that dirty faced thug from ten years ago that no one else ever bothered to look for? that he found a love that proved itself to be stronger than whatever life or fate or Terry fucking Milkovich threw at them, that pulled them back to each other every time they fell apart?

Mickey has been a constant presence in Ian’s life in a way that nothing else but Lip himself ever had. Has been a witness, a catalyst, a victim of Ian’s epic highs and lows, has done insane things to and for and because of him. As fucked up as they always were, they seem to hold the balance, they somehow make it work.

Lip loves his brother with all his heart, has done so his entire life, he knows all the best and a lot of the worst of Ian and he knows that Mickey knows it too. Loves him, too. Signed up for it all, the whole package, good times and bad, sickness and health, Monica and Gay Jesus, mania and depression. Had probably signed up for it long before they stood in front of witnesses at the Polish Doll.

So Lip smiles sometimes when they bicker over breakfast cereal or when Ian can’t keep his hands to himself even when the rest of them is right there or when Mickey talks shit like he’s still big bad Milkovich, south side thug extraordinaire and not the boy who has been in love with Lip’s little brother for the last decade.

Because it’s nice to see they made it. Because if anyone deserves a happy ending and a gentle future, it’s them.

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 “Santo cielo!” Luigi cried out, laughing as the ghost continued his faithful administration of their usual morning greetings. The Italian did his best to control the beast, hand phasing through the spectral form as he tried to push Polterpup away. “Down, doggy, down! I’m up, I’m up!”

SAME MAN I WAS BEFORE: Chapter 8

"If we can provide over $1 trillion in tax breaks to the top 1% and large corporations, please do not tell me that we cannot afford to make public colleges and trade schools tuition-free and debt-free for all." - Sen. Bernie Sanders

Hey so we are still pretty screwed (updated post)

So the situation here is pretty bad and im making a new post partly cause the other has lost traction and because it's out-dated.

Hi i'm Vivi and I am pretty badly disabled. I have formal diagnosis for my disability finally after several years of trying to get doctors to take me seriously.

I am completely unable to work traditional jobs. I stream on twitch but that provides next to no income and I am currently trying to get on social security disability benefits but that is a long and difficult process that very well may never come to fruition.

I am also in a lot of debt, $6,200 of debt to be exact. If I can get this debt paid off I have a real chance of living a mostly comfy life despite the fact that im unable to work.

I've exhausted every other avenue I have for getting help which is why i'm begging here. I hate that I am having to do this and I can't just go out and do everything myself like i could when I was still able to function in society.

I am becoming more and more desperate with each passing day. I will post all of my various payment links below if anyone is able to donate it is greatly appreciated as I really can't do this on my own anymore.

If you DM me maybe we can work out something I can do for you in exchange for assistance. I'm no artist but, i have an ok camera if nothing else. I'd do just about anything for some help at this point.

I'm trying to be a lot calmer making this post than the old one but I do need to stress that the situation is getting worse every day with interest and the stress it's putting on me.

If you can help or even just share this so maybe someone who can will see it my links are:

P@ypal: https://paypal.me/LilithEdwards?country.x=US&locale.x=en_US

Ca$happ: $ViviSerket

Venmo: @Suspicious_V

ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/viviserket

Current status: $128.48/$6200 raised

I'm do feel really shitty that it's come to this but please, if you can. Help me.

some of u reblog the most ableist posts without even realizing n it's so sad.

"you're depressed bc ur an adult who doesn't exercise n u only eat pre-made meals which is also why ur in pain all the time" bruh have u heard of being disabled? if i exercise i will get worse. regardless of food (which takes a lot of time/money/energy to prepare, not to mention food restrictions some of us need to find a way around!!) or exercise i am still in pain every day.

i was in pain when i played basketball at a national level at 14 and when i ran over 1h every day and also went to the gym at 21 and when i rode my bike a minimum of 40km up and down hills daily at 23 AND i am in less pain now at 25 bc I've learned not to push my body beyond it's limit.

"you're depressed because adult humans need to have sex" like that's the most ridiculous take I've ever heard lmao maybe U need to have sex to avoid depression and maybe some of us cannot have sex for traumatic reasons which will trigger even more depression. maybe things aren't black n white u should not be spreading such misinformation?

i beg yall ableds to pick up a book on the relation between trauma & pain & capitalism and also, while I'm at it, to fucking stop putting neurodivergencies on the same level as for e.g. spinal cord injuries. it ain't the same!

obviously a balanced diet + physical exercise can seriously improve some people's lives but not all of us have the capacity to make that happen. not all of us have the self sufficiency let alone external help to enjoy such privileges. just... be kinder & be careful with the info ur putting out there?

one thing you need to know about me is that i am constantly having insane galaxy genius ancient greek philosopher level thoughts about everything ever all the time but before leaving my mouth they get filtered through seven layers of autism and come out sounding like a youtube comment made by a nine year old