All sentimental value is purely on your end. Anyways if you weren't such a fun sucker I'd say we could've seen who could get a higher score for these dickbags. Spoiler: I've never gotten below a 2000.
"I'd like to propose a toast to the Boy Scouts of America, for teaching my little brother how to build a goddamn fire without sending the whole neighborhood up in flames."
Hear, hear. Lip takes a swig of the beer in his hand, briefly raised high in the air. This is the life. Shit's been crazy for the good ol' Gallagher boys lately -- Mandy's being ... Mandy, all clingy and living with him and everything, and Lip knows something probably went down between Ian and Mickey because the kid's been acting nuts. The Milkoviches have an impeccable way of royally screwing things over big time for the Gallaghers. It feels like one of those ... laws of nature at this point. Some things are just meant to be.
Lip and Ian pretty much fucking deserve this night of roughing it in the woods, away from it all. They deserve the case of alcohol and small stash of joints he snagged from the ice cream truck just as much.
Edited (thank you, episode i am watching right now, for clearing something up for me) Date: 2014-04-22 06:06 am (UTC)
"Better to thank the neighborhood kids who were pawning off lighters for fruit roll-ups at age eight," Ian returns with a half-hearted toast before downing part of the bottle, paying more attention to the sweet relief of alcohol than whatever Lip is saying. Honestly, they haven't been drinking enough to cover half the shit that's been going on. Things are crazy, and they keep on getting crazier; that's basically the Gallagher motto.
Maybe it's in their genes, too, that need to get away for a while. It's not like they're running away, not like their parents—it's just one night of forgetting about bouncing between homes, about Mickey and his asshole father—one night of acting like the teenagers they are.
"If only Frank hadn't fucked up our tent, we could pretend we're having the whole camping experience." They have their sleeping bags, at least, and it wouldn't be the first time they've had only that and the stars to sleep under. Maybe the first time willingly.
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Date: 2014-04-20 06:48 pm (UTC)lip.
Date: 2014-04-20 06:49 pm (UTC)angsty teens who are prob too smart for their own good? B| good.
Date: 2014-04-20 08:05 pm (UTC)aw yeh!
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Date: 2014-04-20 11:09 pm (UTC)But you should try it some time. It's pretty good cash for something so stupid.
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Date: 2014-04-21 01:23 am (UTC)Anyways if you weren't such a fun sucker I'd say we could've seen who could get a higher score for these dickbags. Spoiler: I've never gotten below a 2000.
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Date: 2014-04-21 03:38 am (UTC)I've gotten a 2400 twice.
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Date: 2014-04-20 08:58 pm (UTC)setting this somewhere around 3x07/3x08 idek what i'm doing
Date: 2014-04-22 05:51 am (UTC)Hear, hear. Lip takes a swig of the beer in his hand, briefly raised high in the air. This is the life. Shit's been crazy for the good ol' Gallagher boys lately -- Mandy's being ... Mandy, all clingy and living with him and everything, and Lip knows something probably went down between Ian and Mickey because the kid's been acting nuts. The Milkoviches have an impeccable way of royally screwing things over big time for the Gallaghers. It feels like one of those ... laws of nature at this point. Some things are just meant to be.
Lip and Ian pretty much fucking deserve this night of roughing it in the woods, away from it all. They deserve the case of alcohol and small stash of joints he snagged from the ice cream truck just as much.
please excuse any s3 rustiness!!
Date: 2014-04-23 02:20 am (UTC)Maybe it's in their genes, too, that need to get away for a while. It's not like they're running away, not like their parents—it's just one night of forgetting about bouncing between homes, about Mickey and his asshole father—one night of acting like the teenagers they are.
"If only Frank hadn't fucked up our tent, we could pretend we're having the whole camping experience." They have their sleeping bags, at least, and it wouldn't be the first time they've had only that and the stars to sleep under. Maybe the first time willingly.