#WHO IS THIS FOR??? [walter white voice] i did it for me

[demonbarberofbeepbeep]

morning toddheads

[monstress]

oh my, oh my god 예상했어 나 / i was really hoping that he will come through!

[an-angel2u]

hiii i literally love how our taste is the same lmaoooo !!

could i get reader comforting a whiny sub!jesse pinkman after he gets into another fight with walter in the lab and needs to be told how much he's worth to us <333

thank you!! 🫶🫶

beneath the weight

all jesse wanted to do was support you. the both of you. if that meant that he had to make blue meth in a laboratory with his former chemistry teacher who was dying of cancer… then that’s what he was going to do.

the job was tough, not only illegal and tedious, but he had to deal with said former chemistry teacher. he nitpicked everything that jesse did.

when he came home in the wee hours of the night, not only would he be tired, he’d feel like he was unimportant and a burden to everyone in the world.

tonight was different, it was worse than before. you couldn’t even imagine what walter could’ve said to jesse to make him this upset.

he slammed the front door, and you heard him kicking off his shoes and throwing the keys in the bowl.

you had prepared for him to come in like this, today was already an off day for him. the night wasn’t going to be any different.

you sat up in bed, waiting for jesse to come into your shared bedroom. his eyes were red and so was his nose. he had been crying.

“jesse…” you got up out of the bed and walked over to him, lifting his head up by his chin. his body immediately tensed as you touched him. your eyes took in his entire expression. “what happened, baby… talk to me.”

“i don’t know why i keep letting that fucker get to me. every damn time!” jesse raised his voice, he raised his hands, intertwining his fingers and placing them on the back of his ear.

you let him calm down for a second before you pulled at his wrists allowing you more access to wrap your arms around his neck.

“listen to me,” you spoke into his neck. “white doesn’t know shit, okay? he doesn’t see you, the way i do.”

“fuck, you don’t get it.” he pulled away from you, and you noticed the tears welling up in his eyes. “he says shit like ‘i don’t need you’ or ‘you’d be nothing without me.’ he calls me pathetic every god damn day.”

that made you feel a way, walter white of all people, giving jesse shit. “that old fuck doesn’t know anything. you are not pathetic. not to me, not to anyone who truly knows you.”

he wiped his eyes, trying to rid himself of the tears he shed. “come here.” you tilted your head over to the bed before laying down and resting your head on the headboard.

“come on…” you spoke again, this time with a softer tone. he huffed out a sigh before walking to your side of the bed, laying on your chest with his legs between yours.

“you know everybody makes mistakes, even white. you know what i love about you…?”

“what?” his doe eyes looked up, inspecting every bit of you.

“that you never let that shit get in your way. you still get up every morning and go to the lab. do i like the line of work you’ve decided to go for… not necessarily. nonetheless, you take care of both of us. i’m so thankful to have you in my life. regardless of what walter has to say to you.”

you brought your hand up to his face, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. his eyes softly closed immediately after you did that.

“i’m not gonna go anywhere. you know that you’ll always have me. it doesn’t matter what that… thing says… okay?” jesse scoffed at hearing your name for walter.

“okay…”

“now let me get some of that stress away, alright?”

[dellalyra]

I'd love to read more about Tsumiki and Megumi (cause yk Gege ain't doing stuff with her, smh) and their sibling bond. We did see Megumi being mean to her in the manga/anime, but I'd love to see your take on their relationship?

A/N: loved writing this sm, I’ve a baby brother so i related to it. this kinda turned into more of a character study nearly so I hope it’s okay!!! I love our siblings.

listen to: i love you so - the walters

moon river - audrey hepburn

𓇬 Safety, in human form. 𓇬

One day Tsumiki was taking care of her babydoll, the next an entire 6 year old and herself.

Her mom had never been great, never really wanted to be there - she did the bare minimum to keep her alive and that was that. Then Toji came into the picture, along with his little boy. She didn’t mind Toji really, he was the one who got her the babydoll the first Christmas he lived with them. She liked megumi too, he was a year younger than her but she could play animals with him sometimes and that was fun. Toji loves Megumi, even if he didn’t act like other daddies at school she saw, in the way he made sure he was okay and helped him not be afraid of the dark by making little shadow puppets. Her mom didn’t really do stuff like that - she didn’t know if she had a dad. Toji would go away a lot, but he’d usually bring her and Megumi a happy meal each when he got back.

Then he left.

And didn’t come back.

Then her mom left.

And didn’t come back.

So - it was just her and her brother.

She was scared, but she was going to be brave. Like Merida, or Mulan. She was going to be brave and take care of her brother. She already knew how to cook easy things, how to tell the man in the bank she’s paying a bill, how to help someone who was vomiting from drinking too much, how to do laundry. She learned from watching TV. She was never scared either, Megumi was the scary one. One day when a man started to follow them on their way home from school, Megumi kicked him where Toji said to Tsumiki you kick a man if he’s being a ‘fuckin’ creep’.

He was angry. She was too. She couldn’t go play with her friends because she couldn’t wear out her shoes too much, and she had to get Megumi home so he wouldn’t start another fight. Megumi helped her with the laundry. She taught him how to cook. She was better at math then him, so she took care of the big envelope of money that Toji had stashed away under a floorboard. Megumi was good with writing, so he signed all their homework and parental slips.

They were brother and sister. They had each others backs. Like Edward and Alphonse.

Tsumiki was going to the store today. Straight after school. So she sent Megumi home with the key and told him to go straight home and lock the door until she got back.

When she did get home - school backpack filled with rice and veggies she could afford - he wasn’t alone. Her heart clenched in her chest.

There was an adult in their apartment. He didn’t look like too much of an adult. Loads younger than her mom or Toji. His white hair was kinda crazy, like Megumi’s and he was wearing sunglasses inside. But for some reason, she wasn’t scared. Megumi was so unsure of strangers, if he was okay with him being here he can’t be a bad guy, right?

“Hello?” She called into the room.

“Hi! You’re Tsumiki, yeah?!” The strange man smiled at her.

“I am. Who are you?” She asked, in as polite a voice as she could.

“A weirdo.” Megumi answers.

“And you let him into the house?!” She responded, pushing her brother behind her.

The adult/not adult just laughs.

“Not that kinda weirdo. He’s just weird. He knows magic like me. We’re gonna go with him.” Megumi shrugs, and she noticed his backpack and a shopping back are half packed on the sofa.

“What? Megumi we can’t just go with strangers, even if they are magic.” She hisses.

“Since Megumi’s just making things worse, how about I try explain?” The man asks.

She eyes him, then nods.

“My names Gojo Satoru. I’m a Jujutsu Sorcerer, like Megumi. I - ehm - knew Megumi’s dad. The thing is, Toji got some money if he gave Megumi to his family - who are not the best people. They would wanna separate you guys. So, I asked Megumi, but I’ll ask you too, Tsumiki, would you guys like to come stay with me instead?” He asks, smile softening. He was pretty, like a prince. He kinda looks like Jack Frost. She thought.

The money was dwindling. There was barely any left. It had been 2 months since her mom left, and she knew she wasn’t coming back. Something told her Toji wasn’t either. She didn’t want to leave Megumi, but they’d starve if they stayed here.

She didn’t really have a choice.

“My girlfriend will be there too, she’s got a brother about your age Tsumiki. We have a cat too.” The man smiles, taking a candy from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth.

“Why do you want to help us?” She says.

“So the magic that Megumi can do? All the monsters he sees? The kinda thing he can do is super rare, and I want him to come with me because what I can do is really cool too, so I could have him learn with me. Then he can learn, you two can stay together, and you never gotta worry about money again. The only thing you gotta do is work hard, Megumi.” He says, and that makes sense to her. Toji used to say Megumi was a special kid.

She thinks for a second.

“Megumi, what do you wanna do?” She turns to her brother.

He shrugs.

“I think we should go with him.” He nods, still frowning.

She turns to the man, Gojo.

“Give us a minute to pack, please, Gojo-san.” She bows, retreating to the place she kept what little items and belongings they owned.

“Call me Satoru kid, I’m only 12 years older than you!” He laughs, she likes that sound.

She smiles shyly.

She packs, ensures Megumi has everything and then steps outside to find a really fancy car. It’s black and shiny, nothings broken and inside has computers and pale blue leather seats. She stretches out in the back seat, admiring everything.

Satoru asks them about school, what grade their in, what do they like to learn, who their friends are. He’s smiley, and cheerful and kinda funny. Megumi is still very guarded, he’s tense beside her. Hands in fists. She doesn’t want Satoru to think they’re rude or bad kids so she does all the talking and all the smiling.

They pull up to what looks to be a school. It’s quite pretty, there’s ponds and plants and lots of buildings. Satoru parks the car and opens the door for the kids, leading them to a building that looks like maybe a small apartment building. He opens the door and they take 2 flights of stairs up and arrive at a door, she notices there’s only 6 apartments in the building from the postboxes downstairs, with a sign that says ‘students prohibited - staff living quarters.’

Satoru knocks on the door, mumbling about a forgotten key and ‘oopsie daisy’.

The door swings open and inside is the prettiest girl Tsumiki’s sure she’s ever seen. The girl is a kinda grown up, like Satoru. H/C hair flowing around you and a pink sweater and loose jeans settling on your body. You were kinda short, standing beside Satoru made that obvious.

She sees your eyes widen and you glance at the man beside her then smile and welcome them in. You offer them snacks, and you hand them each cookies and some apple juice and they both devour them.

That evening, you, Satoru and the two kids go shopping. You let them each pick out some new bedsheets, Megumi picks ones with dinosaurs on them, Tsumiki picks ones with waves on it. She’s always wanted to go to the beach. They each are told to pick out any new clothes and pyjamas they like, but by now Tsumiki is worried about money. You seem to notice this, and you pull her aside saying you need her help picking out a new lipstick, and ask the boys to go grab you all some coffee, plonking a kiss on Satoru’s lips.

“Tsumiki, you seem a little worried - is everything okay, honey?” You say, kneeling down to her height.

“Um, I just need to keep an eye on how much money we’re spending. I have to make sure that we have enough for the rest of the month.” She says, with all the sincerity of anxiety a child shouldn’t have.

Your heart cracks.

“Tsumiki, you’re not going to pay for any of this. Satoru and I are. You don’t have to worry about money anymore, okay? C’mere, I’ll show you something. You know how bank cards work, yeah?” You ask and she nods.

“K, so - this here is Satoru’s card, my names on it too. It’s a black card, which means there is no limit to how much you can spend with it. This, is how much you have to have to be able to get a black card, okay?” You show her the page you’ve opened in Google on your phone. Your family wasn’t wealthy, but the Gojo clan heir lacked nothing. What you’d spend today wouldn’t even be a noticeable change in the figures on the card.

The girls eyes widen.

“You mean it? Because I don’t think we could pay you back.” She shuffles her feet.

“We mean it. If you guys are staying with us, if you still want to, we want you both to be comfy and happy okay?” You say and the girls eyes suddenly fill with tears and in an action so unexpected she flings her arms around your neck and hugs, sniffing her tears in.

After all the basics and essentials are bought, and some new shoes for them both - Nike Air Force like yours for Megumi and lilac converse chuck taylors for Tsumiki, like Satoru’s blue ones, you tell them each to buy a plushy each. You had one as a kid, and any time you were sad or stressed it was your lifeline. Megumi picks a frog, and Tsumiki picks a tiger.

That night, Megumi and Tsumiki are getting ready for bed. Megumi seems to notice that Tsumiki seems on edge, and shuffles into her bed beside her. You had set them up in your spare room, a single bed each, but wordlessly, Megumi climbs under the blanket with his sister, and clutches her hand in his.

“I think we’re safe here, ‘Miki. It’s okay. I can protect us.” He says, before they both drift off to sleep.

6 months came and went, and she fell hopelessly in love with her new guardians. You guys were silly, funny, kinda crazy (very crazy) and so much fun. More than that, you guys cared so much and kept them safe. She heard Satoru laughing one night as you told him how you’d shouted at some old people who said that they couldn’t care for Megumi and her because you two were far too young. You had said they’d been so terrified that they immediately apologised. She quickly realised you guys were strong, and bad people seemed to stay away from you two - like superhero’s. She’d heard people (Satoru included) call Satoru ‘The strongest’ and you ‘The Dryad’, so having superhero names meant you actually were. She decided she wanted to call you mom and dad. Sure you guys might only be 12 years older than her, only recently turned 20 but she felt safe with you two. Satoru made her laugh and rescued them from the Zen’in family, and brought them cool places and kept them safe, and started training with Megumi which he seemed to really like doing, even if he was always grumpy she could tell her was happy. You brushed her hair every night and tucked them both in, you painted her nails and gave Megumi black and green ones when he said he liked Satoru’s (‘don’t tell him I like them though’), you read them bedtime stories sitting in Satoru’s lap and made fun lunchboxes for school and fought to keep them safe everyday. She liked not worrying about stuff, she liked seeing Megumi relaxed. That’s what a mom and dad did, right? She waited until Megumi was playing with Lego in their room one day when she very seriously sat you and Satoru down.

“Y/N, Satoru. Thank you for sitting with me. I don’t want to make Megumi uncomfortable but I was wondering, maybe, if when he’s ready, would it be okay if him and me started to call you guys mom and dad?” She said, hands clasped on her lap, looking like a little lawyer.

You and Satoru immediately burst into tears and said you’d both love it, whenever they’re both ready.

A few weeks later, when Megumi was falling asleep, he accidentally called Satoru ‘papa’ when he was telling Tsumiki about his new frog shadow he had. She didn’t mention it, but she was so happy to hear it. She caught how you looked at Satoru a few weeks later, when after your fight with their school headmaster Megumi called you guys Mama and Papa for the first time.

Megumi couldn’t remember smiling as much as when he woke up one Saturday and saw you and Tsumiki both sitting with your legs curled under you on the living room floor, with Satoru behind you both. You both had towels on your shoulders and Satoru was doing a funny accent with a bowl of pink liquid in his hands. He was applying some of the pink to your hair, and you put a tiny bit in the ends of Tsumiki’s long hair.

“Morning ‘oniisan’! Look, I’m getting pink in my hair to match mama!” She smiled at her brother, and a rare return smile overtook his face. He liked seeing her this happy, and he liked how happy he felt too.

The older they got, the more they forgot how scared they used to be. It wasn’t just them against the world now. They had parents, parents who really loved them. They might not share your DNA, or Satoru’s - but you guys were there for every birthday, every baseball game, every track meet. They had Aunty Koko, and Uncle Nanamin now too. Yaga, and his son Panda came over sometimes too, now that you had moved out of your teacher’s accommodation and bought a cottage with a pretty garden. He and Tsumiki each had a bedroom now, decorated how they want.

Tsumiki scolded him after every fight, the only one to really scold him. Satoru congratulated him when he won, you tutted but then cleaned his wounds and told him you were proud of him for sticking up for other people and he wasn’t in trouble. Even Uncle Nanamin had helped him fix his punch for more effective power.

They both hoped they’d find love like you two had. Tsumiki wanted a boy to look at her the way her dad looks at her mama, like she painted the night sky itself. Megumi wanted someone who supported him and made him laugh like you do for his dad.

On your wedding day, Tsumiki wore a baby blue dress that she had gushed over for weeks, she was a bridesmaid and took her role very seriously. Megumi wore a black on black suit, looking very dashing and surprisingly enjoying being a groomsman with Uncle Nanamin. He grumbled, but truth was he loved his dad and he loved spending time with him.

He sat glaring out the window when they boy taking his sister on her first date arrived, and answered the door when he knocked. He liked that even though he was a year younger, he was taller than the date. He glared at him, but let him in. (His mama taught him manners, Satoru would’ve been happy to let this boy sit on the doorstep). Megumi stood and stared at the boy until Tsumiki came downstairs and skipped out the door with him. He smirked, seeing the boy almost run back outside. Guess all those years of being a middle school delinquent was paying off.

They were 15 and 16 when you two told them they were gonna have another sibling. You told Megumi one morning over breakfast and came to sit with Tsumiki in the hospital that afternoon, and placed a framed ultrasound photo on her bedside table with a card announcing ‘since you’re already the best big sister, how about doing it again?’

[satansapostle6]

Kids | Rodrick Heffley

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Rodrick Heffley becomes obsessed when he finally meets his thirty-five year old band mate, Bill Walter’s, younger sister.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Sexual content.

“Black Hole Sun”

“This Night Has Opened My Eyes”

Rodrick hadn’t gone to school for almost a whole week. No one had even seen him apart from his father and brothers(he had been refusing to acknowledge his mother’s presence ever since the incident).

Susan had since apologized for what she’d said about and to Sara Walter, but Rodrick refused to accept her many apologies so long as they didn’t include an admission of guilt. Although Susan was sympathetic to his pain, she still did not quite apologize for her role in the re-traumatizing of Sara, who still hadn’t spoken to him since everything that had happened at the Heffley house.

There was a gentle knock on Rodrick Heffley’s bedroom door as his father entered the room with dinner, concerned.

“Rodrick,” Frank Heffley said, cautiously entering room.

“Go away,” Rodrick mumbled, hidden under blankets and pillows alike.

“I brought you some spaghetti, and garlic bread,” he attempted entice him. “Your mom made your favorite.”

“Tell her I’m not hungry,” Rodrick said emptily.

“Rodrick. You haven’t eaten since last night,” his father stated, concerned. “You need to eat something. I’m getting concerned.”

“I’m not hungry,” he repeated.

Frank sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “This isn’t healthy… Is there something else you’re hungry for? Maybe I can go pick something up.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’ll get you Taco Bell. Or McDonald’s! How does a happy meal sound?” he asked hopefully.

But Rodrick didn’t seem very receptive.

“What am I, four?”

“It was worth a shot.”

Frank looked at the lump beneath the covers, fully aware Rodrick hadn’t showered in about two days, and was so upset he refused to even listen to music, any music: it just all reminded him too much of Sara.

“Look, I know Your mom’s really sorry about what happened the other day. She’s apologized multiple times now, you know,” he reminded him.

“No, she hasn’t,” Rodrick insisted. “Not really.”

Rodrick heard nothing as Frank remained in the room for another moment, setting the plate of food down on the floor before silently leaving. Rodrick thought he knew where his father was going; back downstairs, and eventually upstairs again for bed, but he was wrong.

“I’m stepping out,” Frank Heffley announced to his family, before grabbing his jacket and leaving.

“For what?” Susan Heffley questioned, not receiving an answer.

*****

Frank knocked on the door, praying for an answer. After a few moments, the door opened, as he whispered a frantic thanks to whatever beings did or didn’t exist. But another obstacle was revealed.

“What do you want?” a voice said coldly.

“Bill,” Frank realized, immediately feeling incredibly guilty.

“That’s me,” Bill said stiffly.

Clearly, he’d heard everything, or at least enough.

“Bill, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he sighed, hanging his head in shame.

“Don’t tell me,” he responded laconically.

“See, that’s what I could use your help with,” Frank said, thrilled to be finally getting somewhere, “I want to tell your sister. Please.”

“Why should I let anyone in your family anywhere near her?” Bill demanded, his paternal instincts toward his younger sister kicking in. “All you Heffleys do is judge people, and hurt people. My sister’s barely left her room in a fucking week, and she won’t drink anything that’s not wine, or vodka.”

“Yes, I know,” Frank promised him humbly, “But I wanna fix that… Please. Just let me speak to her,” he begged Bill.

“Why? So you can just call us white trash again?” he asked expectantly.

“Words cannot express how awful I feel about that, Bill,” Frank breathed. “I know that Susan and I have both spoken ill about your family on multiple occasions… and I know that I’ve never made an effort to make you feel welcome in our home even though you’ve always been nothing but kind to us. It’s unfair, and I’m sorry,” he apologized.

Bill still had nothing to say as he studied him, wondering whether the apology was sincere.

“You and your sister have proven to be nothing but friends to our family, and we’ve spat in your faces every time,” Frank said guiltily. “I know I can’t make up for that kind of close-minded, immature behavior… But I wanna try. Please,” he begged.

Bill Walter stood there, silent, for a moment, considering his options before eventually opening the door out of kindness, despite the fact that he probably didn’t deserve it.

“Fine. If not for me, then for my sister.”

“Yes! Thank you! Thank you so much!” Frank gasped, eagerly following him inside.

“Who’s this asshole?” Randy called from his armchair.

“He’s probably thinking the same thing!” Bill shouted back as he silently led Frank to Sara’s bedroom.

Frank looked back awkwardly at the unpleasant man, not quite sure what to think. Bill knocked on his younger sister’s door, waiting for a response. “Sara?”

“Yeah?” she called.

“…Mr. Heffley’s here to see you,” Bill informed her.

“…Huh?”

“Mr. Heffley’s here to see you,” he echoed. “He wants to apologize. He seems pretty serious about it…”

Sara quickly opened her bedroom door, seeming to have been laying on her bed, drawing. Frank couldn’t help notice with his keen father’s eyes that she looked awful; her hair was a mess, her makeup didn’t look like it was all applied today, and beneath her eyes, black smudges were married with dark circles.

“Does he?” she asked sharply, cold eyes fixed on Frank.

“Yes,” the man nodded earnestly, “He does.”

Sara studied him for a moment, before turning back to her brother. “Leave us.”

“Are you sure?” Bill asked skeptically.

“Yeah,” she nodded, eyes fixed on Frank as Bill just walked away, knowing better than to question his sister.

Sara opened the door wider as Frank gingerly stepped inside, not knowing how to go about this interaction. She shut the door, crossing her arms expectantly.

“How are you doing, Sara?” he asked kindly, genuinely worried after having seen the state of her.

“I haven’t slept in three days,” she remarked. “So. Let’s hear it,” she said, sounding less confrontational than Frank had anticipated, given that she was more than entitled to her feelings of rage.

“Sara, I… I want to apologize. For Susan, and for myself,” he said slowly as she just listened. “We were judgmental, and unwelcoming, and unfair.”

“‘We’?” Sara asked.

“I’m equally to blame,” Frank nodded earnestly. “I should’ve stepped in more whenever Susan got angry at you. You did nothing to deserve that.”

“You’re right,” she said softly.

“Listen… I don’t want you to think we haven’t noticed the difference you’ve made in Rodrick’s life lately,” he told her. “Because we do. I do. He’s happier, and calmer, and he cares more, about school, and his brothers…”

“Then why did Susan say I’m a bad influence?” Sara demanded, as Frank prepared himself for the question.

“Sara…” he was afraid he didn’t have the words in his vocabulary to explain why she had been made his family’s scapegoat. “Rodrick and his mother have always had a very complicated relationship. She wants the best for him, and he wants her to back off,” Frank said.

“You know I’m not the best,” Sara reminded him. “I’ll never be.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he interjected logically.

Sara paused for a moment, taking in what he said.

“Look, I know about what you and Rodrick do; you’re kids; both of you. Of course you’re gonna do all that stuff,” he admitted.

“But?”

“But, Sara, you’re a good kid,” Frank told her. “…My sons love you. All of them,” he expressed.

Sara’s gaze softened as she took in his point.

“Manny adores you; you’re one of the only people he still lets pick him up. And Greg thinks very highly of you,” he continued, “Greg’s thirteen; he doesn’t think highly of anything.”

“What’s your point?” she asked quietly.

“My point is, that we’ve taken you for granted,” Frank summarized. “Your influence on Rodrick, and our family, has only been positive, if anything.”

“And what do you want me to do?” she asked tearfully, a look of frustration in her bloodshot eyes. “Your wife hates me.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Frank insisted sympathetically, “She doesn’t know you.”

“She doesn’t want to,” Sara insisted. “She thinks I’m trash. End of story.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” Frank tried to convince her as she just stood there, a pained expression on her face. “Sara. Do you really want this to be the end of you and Rodrick?”

She was silent as she considered his question, her chest tightening.

“I’m not saying the two of you will definitely last forever,” Frank offered thoughtfully, trying to sound realistic, “But… is a little conflict gonna stop you from finding out for sure?” he asked, hopeful that she’d listen.

Sara looked up at Frank, a pain in the child’s eyes he wished he could heal.

“You can leave now,” she said with finality.

Frank tilted his head in confusion, unsure of what to make of her sudden conclusion of their conversation.

“Sara.”

“You said your piece,” she stated, looking more tired than anything. “I heard what you have to say.”

He was strangely shocked by her response.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go,” he agreed reluctantly, respecting her wishes with his hand on the doorknob. “But, remember. If you break Rodrick’s heart, our whole family goes down with him. That’s the kind of family we are.”

Sara’s eyes followed him as he left the room, leaving her to her thoughts.

*****

“This sucks,” Greg Heffley sighed, watching the edit of his and Rowley’s video of them on their bikes at the skatepark.

“Why can’t we get it right?” Rowley complained pitifully.

“Because. Sara always helps with these,” Greg reminded him as he flopped down onto his bed. “She always helps pick the clips, and the music.”

“We know good music,” Rowley insisted optimistically.

“No, we don’t,” Greg gave up. “Not like Sara. And even if we did, we still wouldn’t be able to use it as good as her.”

“What do we do to get her back?” his friend asked.

“Get a new mom?” Greg offered the only suggestion he could come up with.

He found he had meant that a bit too much.

“I miss Sara. Having you and Rodrick is like having brothers,” Rowley thought wistfully, “But having Sara is like having a sister.”

“Yeah,” Greg agreed, feeling the words deeply.

The two of them were sharing a rather melancholy moment, at least before their silence was drowned out by the increasing sounds of screaming coming from the garage. Rodrick and the guys had been practicing for their gig this weekend at a backyard party, and it seemed like they were reaching for peak of their song. Until it didn’t.

“Dude!”

“What the fuck?!”

“-Some dumb ass fucking shit—!”

Greg looked around in confusion as he tried to rational the snippets that he was hearing coming from downstairs.

“Are they fighting?” he wondered out loud.

“They play metal,” Rowley reminded him.

“No, this is different from that,” Greg said, leaving to go check on his brother’s band.

Rowley followed him down to the garage, and it seemed he was right. Something was going on between Rodrick, Chris, and Ben, worse than anything that had happened in a while.

“Fuck you, you’re being a fucking asshole!” Ben shouted angrily.

“Should we be down here?” Rowley questioned anxiously.

Greg just ignored him as they watched from the doorway. The guys hadn’t even noticed them, they were so caught up in the drama.

“I’m not an asshole, you’re just a fucking dick, dude!” Rodrick shouted back, seeming genuinely upset.

“Whatever!” Ben cried. “Your set list is shit!”

“Guys, let’s all just chill! I think everything’s getting a little outta hand,” Bill reminded his band mates.

“Yeah, guys, let’s chill,” Chris agreed, also uncomfortable.

“Shut the fuck up, Chris!” Ben snapped.

“Hey, you shut the fuck up,” Rodrick demanded, suddenly threatening him with an abandoned drumstick, “Or I’m gonna fucking snap your neck—!”

Greg turned in horror to see his mother hurriedly rushing past him and Rowley.

“Hey, what is going on here?!” Susan questioned.

“Nothing, Mom, Ben’s just about to get rocked.”

“Rodrick Heffley, don’t you hit anyone in this house!” Susan scolded him.

“Right,” Rodrick nodded, not missing a beat, “Let’s take this outside, you little bitch!”

“Rodrick!” Susan Heffley shrieked.

“Everybody, let’s just take a fucking chill pill!” Bill exclaimed, extremely tense.

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down, this is my house!” Rodrick shouted over him.

“Actually, this is my house, and I will not tolerate violence, or frankly, any of the language that’s being used!” Susan interrupted.

Rodrick glared at Ben with a hatred that had been building up and simmering for years, chucking one of the drumsticks in his hand over Ben’s head.

“Rodrick!” Susan cried, horrified at his behavior. “Don’t throw things at people!”

Greg and Rowley watched, kind of scared, as the situation began to escalate.

“Yeah! Listen to your mommy, Rodrick!” Ben taunted. “Don’t throw things at people!”

“Fuck you, you fucking loser!” he boomed.

“Rodrick! Upstairs, now!” Susan yelled.

“Come on, Rod!” Ben jeered. “Be a good little bitch!”

“Ben, shut the fuck up!” Chris said impatiently.

“I’ll make you my bitch!” he fired back.

“Guys! Enough!” Bill began to lose his temper.

“All of you, there are other people in this house,” Susan reminded them, “If you can’t be respectful, then leave.”

“We’re really sorry, Mrs. Heffley,” Bill apologized hastily as he eyed all of his band mates, “We’ll stop bothering you guys. It won’t happen again.”

“Sorry, Mrs. Heffley,” Chris added courteously, “We’ll stop.”

“Yeah, we’ll be quiet, Mrs. Heffley,” Ben promised, completely full of shit.

She eyed the group of boys skeptically before deciding to take their word for it. “Okay. But one more disturbance, and none of you are welcome here ever again. Got it?” she asked the room.

“Got it,” Bill promised.

“Yes,” Chris assured her kindly.

“Got it,” Ben nodded.

“Okay. Thank you,” Susan said, slowly turning around as she wanted nothing to do with the group of boys.

Rodrick, who had been silent and plotting the entire time, glowered hatefully in Ben’s direction before making up his mind and chucking the one lone drumstick left in his hand straight at Ben’s head, which was met with an immediate hothead reaction.

“You fucking piece of shit!” Ben hollered as a fully fledged fight broke out.

Before anyone could do anything, Ben was charging Rodrick, who had decided to go all in and angrily leapt over the drum set at him and tackled him to the ground with a loud thrashing of the cymbals. Chris was in shock and Bill jumped in, almost dog piling on top of them to pull Rodrick off of Ben.

Susan screamed for her husband as Greg and Rowley froze, no clue as to what they were supposed to do. Rowley was spooked like a cat, and Greg found himself having a desire to go home despite already being there.

“I don’t like this!” Rowley wailed.

“Me neither,” Greg agreed, not having much else to offer.

But Rowley was completely distraught.

“Sara wouldn’t let this happen!”

-

“Losing My Religion”

[beevean]

Joachim and Sara number 6 (❁´◡`❁)

…on a falling tear.

A growl ripped out of Joachim's dry throat. He could not care less to stop himself. It was a warning to the stupid girl in a cage, that that bastard placed in the middle of his cell for, what? For guarding? Joachim could have laughed. He had learned every single one of Walter's sick games.

Oh, if he could, he would rip that dainty throat of her, and feast at last, and then Walter will have the fight of his unlife... blood, blood, fresh blood dangling in front of him, his nose burned from that wonderful smell, and he couldn't reach it, even if he melted his hands on the silver bars they could not be dented, damn Walter, damn him to hell!

"It's alright, sir..." The simpering voice of the girl reached him. "I'm sure my Leon will come to rescue us soon..."

Joachim roared. He lunged towards the meal, that was what she was, and how dare a meal speak to him as if he were a child!

White-hot agony lanced through his palms: he had grabbed the bars. With a hiss, he let it go, and now another pain joined the one in his throat.

Even the girl wasn't scared of him. Wary, at most, but she was sitting with her legs elegantly put together and without so much as the smell of fear coursing in her veins.

Of course. Joachim was reduced to the castle's jester. Even a mere human pitied him.

"It's not fair!" he yelled, banging a fist on the cage hard enough to make it rattle - he no longer cared about his flesh being seared. "Walter... when will he grow bored of me? Wasn't I punished enough?"

He let his head fall forward, exhausted of it all. His eyes prickled, and he would have laughed: how low had he fallen!

Sometimes, he wondered what kept him from throwing himself under the waterfall guarding his hell.

A warm hand cupped his cheek. Startled, Joachim snapped his head: and there she was, the girl who was foolish enough to touch him, concern written all over her stupid face.

"Please don't despair," she murmured, wiping away something from his cheek - his own blood, he smelled before seeing it on her thumb. "Oh, I don't know what you went through, but it must have been awful..."

"Don't speak of things you don't know of, human," Joachim hissed. How he hated it all. He hated her pity! He hated her doe eyes! He hated how warm her hand was on his skin, deprived of blood for so long!

"I'm sorry. Then I'll say what I know: Leon is coming for us. He'll set us free."

Joachim would have sneered at her naive hope. Knights did not survive for long in Walter's castle: the bastard usually showed off their corpses, before draining them dry in front of him and forcing him to lick the drop of blood from his boots. But he didn't make it in time, before the girl leaned through the bars, unharmed, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

What?

"My name is Sara, by the way," she smiled. "And yours?"

Joachim didn't answer. Rubbing away where the human touched him, he turned his back on her and floated to his favorite corner of his cell, where he sat, much in her same position.

Stupid girl. She will die soon, and she thought she could befriend a vampire?

"... Joachim."

[armand-dearest]

Breaking Bad update!

I'm now almost done with season 3. The pacing of this show is very slow, it's very of its era. I feel the show would actually benefit from episodes being 5-10 mins shorter, and having about 3-5 less episodes per season. The overarching plot I don't really care about. What I do care about is the characters, their development and their insane dynamics with eachother tbh

I had elements of the show spoiled for me decades ago, so I know my now favourite character Gus Fring gets Harvey Dent'd eventually and I really don't wanna see that. I genuinely smile and kick my feet a little when he's on-screen. Extremely competent, evil, cunty and autistic gay villains who are a hairs width from overreaching their limits are my favourite niche. When he smiled like a giddy little kid after hearing a man get shot over the phone after he arranged said mans death it made me grin ear to ear, he's such a little freak. I adore him. I wanna see him commit war crimes 🖤

I still love and support Skylar. The only "bad" thing she's done imo is take Walter back. I'm sad Walt Jr is less present this season as I wanted to see him grow up a bit and become more likable. When he was blowing up at Skylar I just really did not like him - but I understood it. Typical child of divorced parents, blaming the "unfun" parent, who is usually the mother.

I think Hanks development so far has been fantastic too this season. I've only just finished the episode where Marie agrees to take Walt's "gambling money" to help Hank recover from his gunshot injuries - but I know the second Hank is awake and able to really focus on how weird that is, he's gonna become immediately suspicious of Walt. I really wanna see that. I also appreciated the scene of Hank finally breaking down and crying in Marie's arms in the elevator. I wanna see his toxic masculinity break down a little piece by piece. He has a good heart in there and I wanna see that more.

I left Jesse and Walter last........ They may have one of the most interesting relationships I've seen. The ways in which Jesse is constantly paralleled against both Skylar and Walt Jr is so sick. They're so sick. The way Walt argues with Jesse like he's his spouse, but comforts him like a kid. Uses his proud / soothing dad voice to actively manipulate him against his best interests. Walter White so deeply sick in the head, he's using his former student / narrative other woman / narrative son / narrative guard dog for narcissistic supply - for everything he's got, and is carelessly ruining his life. Walt let the one girlfriend - the one partner he's seen Jesse have die, and constantly refers to himself as Jesse's (business) "partner". But always treats him as his hated wife and naughty child. It's................ Bro. Bro what the fuck

[tw-inkl-e-tit-s]

Love Letters | V.H

| Vance Hopper Masterlist

~Vance's Pov~

"GET THE FUCK UP VANCE!!" My lame excuse of a father yelled, Ripping the duvet off of me.

I groaned, opening my eyes, "What do you want?" I huffed rolling back over, pulling the covers back up.

"I need you to grab me a twelve-pack of beers, I ran out again." He hiccuped, I rolled my eyes getting up.

"I just got you a pack the other day," I said, Walking over to my dresser and grabbing a black tank top and a Beige and brown hoodie and putting them on.

"Yeah and I need you to grab me more, Somebody keeps drinking them all." pfft yeah, you dumbass.

"And put some fucking pants on-" My mother walked into my room cutting my father off, Thank you so much, Mom.

"Vance honey, I need you to get me some sugar while you're out," She said in a sweet voice,

"Why do you need sugar, You are wasting our money on SHIT WE DON'T NEED MARILYN!" My mom flinched at my dad's harsh tone, I locked my jaw clenching my fist.

"I need the sugar hun, For the school's bake sale, Charlotte is joining this year." She smiled, How can she put up with my dad's bullshit after all these years?

"Vance, do you mind grabbing that for me while you're up there?" I shook my head smiling slightly, "No I don't mind momma, Anything else?" I asked, Throwing on a pair of baggy light-washed jeans.

"NO, I WANT MY BEAR, VANCE YOU BETTER GET MY FUCKING BEER BOY." He yelled pointing a finger at me, My mom sighed putting a hand on my father's shoulder.

"Please don't talk to him like that, David," He slapped her hand away causing her to wince.

I wasn't thinking, the next thing I know I have my dad pinned down on the ground bashing his gross face in with my fist.

"Vance get up!" My mom shouted pulling on my arm.

I blew a few more punches to his face, drawing some blood and staining his white shirt.

"Vance, Baby please just go, I'll take care of it." My mother cried, I got up, looking down at my dad who was holding his stomach in pain, I smiled before walking off downstairs.

I grabbed my white Converse putting them on and grabbed some money out of the jar in the cabinet. It was hidden from my dad, Just some extra money for me and my mom, My dad was never in the kitchen unless it was to get a beer or to raid the fridge, He really needs to get a job.

My mom is the only source of income in the house, I've tried to get a job or just do things for our neighbors but they're all scared of me.

Maybe I could try to look for a job while I'm out today.

I walked out of the house, closing the screen door behind me.

I watched as the town's paper boy, Billy Show-Walter rode down the street throwing papers on people's lawns, His golden retriever, Rover following right behind him.

~Y/n's pov~

I was brushing my teeth when my mom walked into the bathroom. "I need you to go to the store for me," She said, Folding her arms. "Okay, What do you need," asked, washing my toothbrush off and walking out of the bathroom to put my shoes on. "I just need you to get me some bread and eggs." I nodded my head walking across my room to grab my bag and some extra cash.

"and pick some more cat food up," She said walking after me down the stairs. "Alright, Anything else?" I asked, "Oh, and sugar, I'm baking some stuff with Marilyn for the bake sale going on at your school tomorrow." She said smiling. "Wait, Marilyn- as in Marilyn Hopper? Vance's mom?" I asked confused "Yeah, she's coming over tomorrow, You know her son is just the sweetest thing, He offered to help me put the groceries in the car for only five bucks!" She exclaimed throwing her hands out to the side, smiling big.

"Oh, that's… Nice?" I watched as She reached into her purse pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to me.

I pocketed the money as I stepped out of the house.

"You should meet Vance, I think you would like him." She said smiling at me,

"Plus you need friends," She said poking my arm,

"I already met Vance-" She squealed clapping her hands together,

"How did it go? Do you like him? What did you say? What did he say? How did you m-" I rolled my eyes at her questions,

"Mom! calm down, It went pretty bad, We bumped into each other on the way to school, He just cussed me out." I sighed looking down, She pouted, pulling me into a hug.

"I'm sorry honey, I know how much you like him." I smiled pulling away from the hug,

"Thanks Mom it's- Wait how did you know that!?" I whisper shouted. She threw her head back in laughter,

"I found your diary-"

"WHAT YOU-"

"Calm down! I didn't read all of it… Just the part where you wrote about having a massive crush on him since pre k." she giggled.

I whined walking down the patio stairs, "Oh come on, You need to say something, he might feel the same." She was right, and Gwen was right as well, if I don't say something soon some girl is going to come along and catch his eye.

Wait what if he doesn't like me like that? What if he likes someone already? Ughhh!

"Gwen said I should write him an anonymous love letter and put it in his locker." Her eyes lit up as she raised her hands,

"YES! you should do that! I did that a lot back in the day, it was so sweet." She smiled,

"Fine, I'll have Gwen help me." I sighed walking away from the house and down the street.

I watched as my friend Billy cycled down the street throwing newspapers.

"Good morning Billy!" I yelled,

"Good morning y/n, you look beautiful today." He yelled back waving.

I blushed, continuing my walk to the store.

♡♡♡ ~Third person pov~

Y/n walked into the loud convenient store making a beeline to the egg aisle.

Meanwhile, Vance had been searching for the sugar for over fifteen minutes already,

deciding to cave and ask an employee for help. he walked up to the man who was stocking the bread,

"Where are the eggs?" he asked, the employee turned around to help but before Vance could get an answer the employee took off, running for his life.

Vance stood there with a confused look,

"I just wanna know where the eggs are!" He yelled after the running employee.

"On aisle ten, sweetheart," an elderly lady smiled at him,

"Thank you." he made his way to the egg aisle and picked up the first carton of eggs he saw.

Y/n, on the other hand, was walking to the sugar aisle, her mom was entering the bake sale so she needed plenty of sugar to bake with.

She went to grab the blue package, but another hand landed on top of hers, She looked over to see Vance's bright blue eyes staring back at her.

Vance finally snapped out of his trance.

"Oh, Shit sorry- I mean uhh," Vance stuttered out, y/n laughed as she handed him the bag of sugar and grabbed one for herself.

"Uh- so I heard that my mom was um… gonna bake with your mom," he said, internally cursing at himself for being so nervous around a girl,

Y/n nodded her head, "Yeah, for the school's bake sale," she smiled, and they began walking to the checkout together.

"Are we still on for that study date this afternoon?" Y/n asked, handing her stuff to the cashier.

Vance gulped as he tried his best to hide his tinted cheeks from the girl, Did she just say 'Study date' maybe she just meant in-

"Helloooo? Earth to Vance!" She laughed, waving her hand in Infront of his face, he quickly snapped out of it.

"Oh um- study date- like a date- but with studying… With, you," he was embarrassed and fucking pissed that she was making him feel this way.

All hot and bothered, all blushy and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I'm Cool with that," he said, taking a deep breath so as to not lose his shit in the checkout line.

"Alright, I'll see you later, bye Vance," she giggled, wiggling her fingers as she walked out the door.

Why was Vance so nice to hear? Why couldn't he be mean to her like all the other kids?

"Are you gonna give me your stuff orrr," the cashier asked, rolling his eyes, Vance gave him the stuff, he gave him the money, and quickly headed back to his house.

If only he knew what was waiting for him when he arrived.

...

Taglist: @vancehopperenthusiast @vancehoppergirl @bradyhepner

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[tokuvivor]

Hello, my duck-loving friends. In lieu of @violetganache42 providing highlights from last night’s Movie Night (Duckburg Adventures edition), I’ll actually be taking a crack at it.

Chef Donald

Ass shot opening

@shewhowantsmouseears: “This is one of those ‘Donald is trying to live his life and god said fuck you’ shorts, I can tell already”

Trans Donald talk (egg laying)

Waffle misadventures ensue when Donald pours rubber cement into the batter

He’s gonna get his waffles or die trying

Donald’s angry squawk

Taking his anger out on Old Mother Mallard

Seriously, what did she do?

Send in the Clones

@writebackatya comparing the ‘87 theme to Hall and Oates

Breaking the rules of strictly Duckburgian adventures

Poe

Beagle Boys sounding like Meowth

Magica’s voice sounding more Slavic than Italian

Mel and I making references to Natasha from Rocky and Bullwinkle

Dewey’s voice changing?

The Beagle Boys (as the triplets) not wanting to wear their suit jackets

OG Webby!

NO NOT THE DOLL

Webra Walters with the Baba Wawa voice (shoutout early SNL)

Everyone is confused by the clones

“I haven’t eaten in minutes.”

Cracker-snatched

Theme song moment!

Scrooge racism moment

Huey as Chicken Little

Splatter Phoenix is art lesbian Jesus

Another theme song moment!

“Banned!” “That’s my joke!”

Daytrip of Doom!

Missy wanting to smash Scrooge

Webby is scary (and adorable)

Beakley being mad about Scrooge reconnecting with his family

“Ow, my tailbone!”

“Uh…ocupado.” “House meeting. NOW.”

@alex31624 singing the Spanish DuckTales theme

Louie sitting away from the other kids

Dana Terrace!

Beakley’s rules

“Wait, are they gonna kiss?”

Funso’s Fun Zone (“Where fun is in the zone!”)

Dewey definitely taught his brothers to harmonize

Webby autism moments (there are many in this episode, believe me)

Will talking about the parallels between Daytrip of Doom! and Nothing Can Stop Della Duck!

“Unrealistic for children to act like that.” Bitch what

Webby’s first time on a bus

Beagle Boys!

Fuckin’ Timmy Jenkins

Louie showing Webby the ropes

Jane! (Will, you’ve convinced me on just how great she is)

Not water

Jane tries to help Webby

Fruity water

Jane and Gandra are definitely friends

Uke or Puke!

WEBBY KILL

Beakley basically watching a Donald Duck cartoon

HDLW siblings real

Ma Beagle in the house!

Margo Martindale is a legend

Comparison to Mama Fratelli from The Goonies

Episode with ‘87 vibes (this and The Living Mummies of Toth-Ra!)

Webby wants to be normal

“Normal’s overrated.” “We need you to be Webby normal.”

Discussing autistic episodes

DONALD KILL

Webby getting the best of Ma

Donald hug

“I’m on Webby’s team!” -HDL

How did Donald not know Beakley was a spy?

Dough Ray Me

White Fenton jumpscare

@godfrey-the-chaos-duck and Will: “You know what else has an arcade?” “My mom!” “…the server.”

Fenton taller than Scrooge

Ghostbusters reference!

Fenton being voiced by a guy named Hamilton and Hamilton himself

OG Gyro

Lin-Manuel Miranda being a legend for saying this

Godfrey putting the do-re-mi pun together

Gyro being an ass to Fenton in ‘17 is karma for ‘87

Fenton’s vampire look

Minor Fenro discourse

Economics lesson!

HSM reference (status quo)

Nice jail cell

German inflation after WWI

Club Penguin reference (there were a few mentions of Club Penguin last night)

Gosalyn would take advantage of fraudulent allowance

Scrooge is pissed

To the moon (like Della)

Going full Peter Griffin

Beakley needs booze (also, Lady Olivia reference)

Reference to a fic about Scrooge having a mental breakdown regarding his riches (Cape Town, 1913)

Swimmin’ Hole

Summer!

Pete Hate Club is back

He took the swimming hole!

Electric fence

“We killed Holey!”

@violetganache42 and I referencing the Suite Life PRNDL scene

Bambi reference

Mickey is too nice

Who is Gizmoduck?!

Spam’s love for Mark Beaks

Huey helping Donald at the bank

Everyone is threatening Huey tonight

Fenton!

Huey’s big eyes when Roxanne Featherly interviews him

Goldie O’Gilt as a Christ figure

Incompetently dangerous or dangerously incompetent?

M’ma!

Mark and his ship names

The Gearloose Hay Wire

Huey climbing up Gizmoduck

Mark is Jasmine from Aladdin

Fenton’s destiny

“You will be mine.”

Gyro firing Fenton

Waddleduck

Huey being extra

“In the recycling, you monster!”

Mark being racist

That’s not Gizmoduck!

“I am not your amigo.”

More Huey climbing

Fenton sacrifices himself…but he’s alive!

He still can’t get his damn respect from Gyro, though

Waddleduck song in the ending credits!

The Good Muddahs

Webby episode!

No one wants to play with her

Someone please give this child a hug

Beagle Babes!

Why do they have globes on their chests?

Pink gun

They got Webby!

Beakley said “hussies” holy shit

Thugs and kisses…

The cops in this episode are immensely fucking stupid and useless

HIS WEE WEBBIGAIL

Beagle Babes with Webby

They’re trying, and so far, they’re failing

That’s not Cinderella

Okay they’re bonding with her good

Shoplifting list!

Pulling a gun on your sister

@hueberryshortcake: “She has two ladylike charms. Sorry.”

Beakley is pissed

Bubba nose

They found Webby! She doesn’t want to leave, though. But what if…

THEY RUINED HER

Webby with a gun help

Bagel Beebs

The boys driving the car

Beagle Babes reformed…wait, they want to go back to jail

Happy Birthday, Doofus Drake!

Team Magic!

Tempest in a teapot

Missy’s love for Della

Legends of Legendquest!

Goldie!

“Scariest bunny in the pet shop”

Scheme Team ready to go

Huey farming

Della’s snatched waist

Beagle Boys sweep!

Guhmeemama

“Hellowyn, Llewellyn.”

Honey Bin

Percival P. Peppington (knockoff Willy Wonka)

The child! (Boyd)

Glomgold and Sharkbomb!

“Grandma…OW!…super young aunt”

“Hi, I’m BOYD!”

Lester’s Possum Park

The Duke

A wild Launchpad appears!

Goldie’s legs

Glomgold-Sharkbomb fight!

“Don’t tell me what to DOOOOO!”

#You’reAllWet

Boyd and Gumball sharing a VA

Not the farm!

Goku Huey!

Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid

Boyd goes berserk!

“I swore after last year no one’s eyes would melt out of their heads!”

Goldie betraying Louie

Fucked-up Boyd moment, continued

Goldiemama

“It’s over 9,000!”

HUEY KILL

“This is worse.”

Boyd is Doofus’ new brother

Mr. and Mrs. Drake growing spines and punishing Doofus

Accidental Timephoon! reference?

Huey’s in too deep

Louie’s picture in Goldie’s wallet!

And there you go! Better late than never, I guess. I tried to get in as much as I could. If I missed anything, feel free to add.

[rustyvanburace]

It’s May 23rd in JST now and Shin Megami Tensei IV celebrates its 10th year anniversary...

I bought this game during the Atlus 3DS mega sale last year, initially having doubts as there were some things about IV I was hesitant on. I had only just played SMT Nocturne and V at the time, being a series greenhorn then, who of course couldn’t say no those unbeatable sales. I don’t think I would have even bought IV if it weren’t for the huge discount. I asked my Twitter followers whether my next game should be this or Strange Journey Redux.

I’m so thankful now that they picked IV for me. (Spoilers below)

Almost immediately upon playing IV, I was absorbed by its mysterious narrative and surprising use of setting. Compared to Nocturne and V, which both relied heavily on atmospheric story-telling and intentional vagueness in their cast (which I can also appreciate), I had practically fallen in love overnight with IV’s intricate world-building and its down-to-earth cast. Jonathan, Walter, and Isabeau were more than just vehicles used to propel an alignment, but they were first and foremost people with their own lives, dreams, interests, strengths, and comedic setbacks. Even the most minor of characters had so much to say. And then, as I already really enjoyed the Press Turn System, having it still in IV and tying it all together with the Smirk mechanic made it all the more fun and satisfying for me. Very early on I was challenged by the game’s merciless difficulty that kept me fully engaged. I felt so triumphant when I finally did topple the Minotaur and Medusa.

Surprisingly IV’s story was something that had long eluded me and felt so at-a-distance. I already knew a couple (spoilery) things about other SMT games I hadn’t played yet, but somehow IV kept itself hidden. I of course knew that Tokyo would be coming and I already had a lot of preconceptions and expectations as I played. But despite those, IV still surprised me and seized my being into becoming a participant and witness. I still felt the weight of rediscovering Tokyo. I expected Issachar to become a jealous rival and I mourned his death all the same. I was shaken by the immediate parallels I saw that was happening in real-life (like the book bans). I was confronted by weighted choices that actually made me stop to confront my own beliefs, far more than Nocturne and V ever did, and then left me to deal with the consequences of those choices. When Walter finally turned on Jonathan at the meeting with Lilith, thereby severing their friendships for their own beliefs, I was literally shaking with trembling hands holding my 3DS. I already knew of Blasted and Internal Tokyos way ahead cause of a guide I was using, but never actually expected them to be alternate worlds or to be confronted by phantoms coaxing me to bring about a nihilistic end.

My gut wrenched in mourning when I heard Issachar’s true voice spoken through The White. And again when, having taken the chaos route, heard Jonathan’s dying breath after slaying Merkabah. I was heartbroken too that my actions and decisions lead to Walter’s and Isabeau’s own deaths too.

After initially doubting this game and having convinced myself that Nocturne would probably be the only SMT game I really like, my doubts and expectations were thoroughly dashed at very turn. IV had hit every nail on the head in a RPG I had, at the time, been struggling to find in a lot of other RPGs.

I love SMT IV. I plainly do. Its heavy weight and darkness, but also glimmer of hope that shines in-between, has been a source of both engrossment and comfort. Now having played every mainline game, I can partly understand why a lot of people were/are very hard on IV because of how much it harkens back to SMT1 and 2. But having played those myself now, those experiences only makes me appreciate IV that much more as what I see as a celebration of SMT’s long history and the beauty of its story-telling. And I think that to just dismiss IV as a mere copy of previous games is showing disrepect toward how much loving care and attention to detail was invested into the directing, writing, and overall development of this game. As well as how it creatively re-imagines and ties 1 and 2′s narratives together. IV has even got guest illustrators who contributed art pieces and new demon designs. SMT IV is not a lazy rehash by any means, but a celebration of what came before and what could come next.

My first passing encounter with IV, actually, was many years ago. Long before I even got into SMT. It was with the release of IV Apocalypse in 2016. It had very briefly caught my attention then and I think I had considered trying it. In the end I didn’t but I sometimes wonder to myself what if I had. Would it have led to me becoming curious in the prequel and discovering IV a lot sooner? Would I have become this enamoured with IV as I am today? Or would I have just lost interest while playing IV Apocalypse, not finding it as satisfying or having difficulty following it, and thereby never give IV a chance? I actually do love IV Apocalypse, but a lot of that hinges on IV itself. Though I often wish to myself I had discovered IV a long time ago, I also think now it is good and even better that I discovered it during this tumultuous point in present time and personal life. So much of my love for IV is tied to bringing me much needed comfort, introducing me to friends who I now love, and even just hitting every head in a RPG I’ve been looking for.

So I think then that, yes, it was good actually that IV eluded me for this long until that Atlus 3DS sale happened. And I am immensely grateful for that as, again, I don’t think I would’ve given IV a chance if not for that. All else I can say is, thank you again Atlus and all those who contributed, for bringing this game to light.

[manicpixiedgoblin]

Nervous Young Inhumans

Masterpost

Chapter Thirty-Two.

Epilogue: El Camino

2004

“What’ll we do when I come back?” Ellie asked.

They were laying face to face in her bed, the light dim and blue from the muted TV in the living room, the low white from the streetlights outside through the thin, white shades.

“Leave,” he scoffed.

“Where?” she asked.

They were both speaking barely above a whisper. He took a strand of hair from across her face and placed it behind her.

“Wherever we want. Where do you wanna go?”

“Anywhere together.”

“Somewhere with trees,” he said.

“And snow,” she added.

He nodded.

“Promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“Promise you’ll still be here?”

2010

It had been around six months. Months of hiding in bed, watching TV, drinking - mostly at home. She’d driven through the desert multiple times, aimlessly. It wasn’t like she had any idea where to find him.

There was still an out - leaving all of this. Alone, or even with Jimmy. But her heart was full of grief and she couldn’t do anything but watch the sun rise and fall and try not to think.

Like every day, she was chain smoking and drinking wine from the bottle before noon, thinking of maybe popping a Xanax when the doorbell rang.

Which didn’t happen anymore, really.

She clicked on the buzzer.

“Yeah?” she asked.

“Elizabeth Sanders?” a man’s voice asked on the other side.

“Who is this?”

“Detective Jones, with the DEA - can I come in?”

She hesitated.

“What’s this about?”

“Ma’am, probably nothing concerning you, but I’d like to come in.”

Deciding there wasn’t much risk, she buzzed him in.

Quickly she darted to her room, placing her taser underneath her sweater, tucked into the back of her jeans. The money was hidden, the only drugs around were technically prescribed.

The knock came a few seconds later.

She opened, standing there.

“Can I come in?” the detective asked.

“Should I be concerned? Should I call someone?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“Ms. Sanders, we just want to know if you’re here alone.”

She looked behind his shoulder.

“My partner’s downstairs, thought it better not to, uh, overwhelm you. We know your ties to one Jesse Pinkman have been distant in the past few years, but we still had to check.”

She stared at him, confused.

“Check?”

“Make sure he didn’t think to come around, asking for your help in hiding him. Whatever you know of him, Pinkman has become a hardened criminal. You should, at the slightest indication of his presence, call the police.”

She felt dizzy, took a step back and held on to the couch.

“Woah, woah,” the cop said, stepping towards her, “Miss - are you alright?”

“Jesse?”

“Ma’am?”

“I-I-“ I thought he was dead, she was about to say.

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand,” she said instead.

“We’re sorry to have disturbed you,” he cleared his throat, taking one look around. “Anyways, uh, if he does show up, be sure to give me a call.”

He handed her his card and left.

After a few moments she started breathing harder, then stood up. She took out her laptop and pulled up the live feed of the cameras she’d installed, back when she’d still been scared of Walter coming back.

She saw Detective Jones speak to someone in another car and then leave, this second car staying parked in front of her building.

She turned her head towards the TV and found the local news. As she heard, she covered her mouth with her palm.

***

Of course he was smart enough not to come here. She sobered up, showered and packed everything. Anywhere she drove they’d follow, right?

Walter was dead. Jesse was alive. Whatever he’d been through, he was alive.

She wondered if her phone was tapped. She found an old burner of Saul’s, but didn’t know who to call, where he’d go. Who wouldn’t they be watching?

He’d probably rather risk it at his friend’s than involve her.

Did he know she was still there?

She checked the cameras again. Only one car. Clearly they didn’t know that much, then. Two suitcases and her backpack. Just enough money for the service, for them to start, a few changes of clothes. Her small wooden memory box. One last look around. Whatever they found after wouldn’t matter much, right?

She called the cab number Jimmy had specifically given her from the burner phone, asking them to meet her at the corner store and left through the back of the building.

When she pulled up at Skinny and Badger’s place, or rather two doors down, she handed the cabby an extra tip and got out. No cars around - yet.

She didn’t knock, trying the handle and getting inside.

“Woah,” Badger rushed to the door before recognizing her, his hands falling to his sides as she shut the door behind her, having wheeled in the suitcases.

“Where is he?” she said softly.

Skinny walked into the living room. “Shower,” he said, his eyes slightly wide.

She nodded.

Everything she had with her she left in the living room and leaned her head against the bathroom door, hearing the sound of running water and closing her eyes.

She didn’t want to scare him.

She didn’t know the details, and maybe one day he’d be ready to tell her, but now? Now she just wanted to make sure he knew it was over. Knew he was safe.

It took a long time after the water stopped running for the door to open. She took a step back when it did to keep from falling towards the toilet. He startled and stared at her.

He looked different than he did on the TV Badger and Petey kept running in the background. Older. Scarred. Her hand wanted to reach towards his face but she stood still.

He was holding a gun dripping wet.

When she glanced at it he finally reacted.

“What are you doing here?”

“We’re leaving, right?”

“El-” he choked.

“I’m already packed,” she smiled softly.

He kept staring, his eyes half absent. Finally, he collapsed towards her, hugging her, face buried in her neck. She held him. He didn’t cry, just stayed there until Skinny walked up behind her.

“Woah, dude, why’d you—“

“Looking sharp, yo,” Badger interrupted him.

Jesse pulled back and looked at all of them.

“I gotta get rid of that car,” he said to them.

***

He called the same guy that had helped them in the past, and Skinny drove off with it.

Even though he didn’t clear much up for them, they understood. They said their goodbyes.

Ellie called the Vacuum Repair shop.

When Ed picked them up he asked her if she was going to Nebraska.

“No,” she shook her head, “we leave together.”

“Where to?”

“Alaska,” Jesse said.

She didn’t say anything, just glanced at his hand and kept herself from taking it. He noticed and reached out, taking her hand.

When Ed put them in the underground room to wait for transport Jesse sat against the wall on the head of the bed, Ellie slowly joining him.

“It’s over,” she wanted to say, but she knew for him it wasn’t. She knew it would take years.

They sat in silence for a long time before he spoke.

“They as bad as I think?” he motioned towards his face.

“They’re kind of hot,” she joked.

***

Ed finally left them in Alaska, almost a week later, next to a pickup truck, with their two suitcases half-full of money, all they had in the world now.

They’d traveled in a cramped compartment, pressed together. Jesse would shake in his sleep. Ellie would stroke his head until it stopped.

They got in their new car, in silence. She looked at him as often as she could, still afraid it would end, it was just another dream.

It would take years for her to breathe normally in the mornings when he got out of bed before her.

Mr. and Mrs. Driscoll, their new identities - a passport and valid ID, a few changes of clothes, a car. Enough money to buy a small cabin in a small town, for Jesse to focus on woodworking, for Ellie to paint, for both of them to slowly build a life that alienated the previous one until it was that which felt like a dream and not this.

In her small wooden box, the ring. She’d forget about the people from the past, until one day at a bar she’d see the news of Jimmy’s arrest. And surprise would overtake her when, after all those years, all that was left was a feeling of tenderness for everyone that had been there.

The kind of tenderness you feel after waking up for someone you’ve met only in a dream.

[agents-of-virtue]

Secret Santa(New Year's?) 2k23

Another year, another Secret Santa! (Despite it being way past Christmas, but who cares? Time is an illusion.) Any way! @agent-sentinel-official I am your Secret Santa/New Year's person! Hope you enjoy!

Birds of a Feather

Years.

Decades.

Centuries. 

Millennia. 

They all start to bleed together after a while. Joan doesn’t remember when he stopped counting the turn of a new year. So New Year’s Eve and Day were just that to him. Days. Nothing special. But it was still amusing to see everyone around the manor do their own rituals and observances for the day. All mainly the more mortal agents and officers, but a few of the immortals (or at least those harder to kill) were having their own fun. 

Joan decided to take a break and go out on to the back section of the porch. It looked out over the vast garden that was still slumbering under the winter snow, but plenty of evergreens still stood strong and proud against the bright white covering the grounds like a thick down blanket. He just didn’t expect to see Walter out there, bundled against the cold with a pair of binoculars. 

“Walter?” He scanned over the man. It looked like he hadn’t moved in a while. “What are you doing out here? No New Year’s traditions?”

“This is the tradition. A newer one, at least.” He gestured out to the snow covered grounds, keeping his voice low. “Every year for the past couple years, if not decades, there have been some irruptive waves of birds looking for food farther south than they normally go. It’s not the best thing ecologically, I guess, but it’s still nice to see the birds every now and then. I think something just draws them to the manor.”

Joan’s head tilted slightly to the side. “Birdwatching? Never thought of you as a birder before. The fishing and what not doesn’t surprise me.” He thought back to the hawk he saw flying the grounds ever so often through the years. It was even circling high in the sky now. “Is that your hawk? I always wondered why it never really left the manor grounds...”

The younger immortal smiled. “That it is. Nursed it back to health and everything.” Walter put his binoculars up to his eyes again, looking towards the hawk then back over the grounds. “I guess having all the time in the world allows you to develop habits and hobbies that you wouldn’t have with a normal lifespan.”

Joan was quiet. That was true. The amount of hobbies he’s picked up throughout the years was a perfect testament to it. Maybe this was another he could pick up. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Not at all. Feel free.” Walter gestured to the plenty of open rockers left out on the porch. “Who knows, maybe we’ll get to see something unexpected now that there’s two of us out here?”

He couldn’t help the small, soft laugh that left him as he eased himself into the old wooden rocker. “Maybe. Who knows?”

They both sat in silence, the sounds of the manor settling against the cold and occasion woodland creature filling the space for them. It was peaceful. Even if they didn’t see anything spectacular or even anything at all, Joan would consider this a good moment. And he hoped Walter would too. 

“Hey Joan?”

“Yeah?” He didn’t turn from the garden and neither did Walter. 

“Happy New Year.”

“And to all that come after.”

[symphopan]

Valentine's Blessings

Chapter 5/5: The Couple

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A week has passed since Esther and Lexi became official. Lexi’s parents helped her get everything settled with the school so she could go back to class without worry. Although most of her peers were more surprised with Esther dating a girl than her turning into one, not upset, just surprised. As she talked to some of them throughout, it seemed like some didn’t even seem to think she had changed. 

They were sitting together at lunch, just enjoying each other's company. “So my mom has been taking me clothing shopping a lot lately.” Lexi started, “She said I should invent you next time.” “Oh I’d love to. I’d finally get to pick out some cute outfits for you.” Esther replied. “Though if I’m being honest, I think she overdoing it a bit. I’m starting to run out of closet space.” Lexi said. “She’s just trying to hang out with her daughter, like making up for lost time.” Esther commented. “Hey, Esther!” A voice shouted. When they looked up, they could see Marina walking toward the table. She put her plate down and sat across from them. “Oh hey, Marina.” Lexi greeted.

“OH MY GOD, It’s Lexi now right? You look so adorable.” Marina exclaimed. “Thanks, It feels nice to get complimented.” She responded.

“It should, and you two look great together.” Marina said.

“So where have you been all week Marina?” Esther asked. “Oh I've been busy helping someone move houses, and some other things.” She answered. “Really? Who have you been helping?” Lexi questioned. “Oh well that’s-” “There you are babe!” Said a girl that came up and hugged Marina from behind, “I got lost looking for you. Please don’t move too fast, I can’t keep up in heels yet.” “Oh sorry about that baby, I forgot the school made me take the leash off, I’ll try to slow down for you.” Marina said, kissing her on the cheek. Lexi and Esther just look at each other. “Uh… Marina… Who’s this?” Esther asks.

“Oh this the person I was talking about, the one I was helping.” She answered.

“Oh Hi Esther and A- Oh wait it’s umm… what was it again.” The girl started. “Lexi sweetie.” Marina finished for her.

“Oh right silly me. It's good to see you both again.” She said. “I’m sorry… have we met before?” Esther said, very confused.

Lexi narrowed her eyes and stared at her for a second, then it clicked in her head. “OH MY GOD, WALTER!?!” Lexi shouted. Esther looked at Lexi then back to the girl in front of her. Then her jaw dropped. “Yep, well it's Winnie now.” She giggled. They both stare at her with a completely shocked expression. The girl in front of them barely resembled the jock they knew. Her hair was still blond but much longer and had pink highlights in it. Her face was a lot softer compared to how it was and had lots of makeup applied to it, you would think that she was Walter's sister from just her face. She was wearing white cropped top with long sleeves that went to the palm of her hands and that also showed off some cleavage. She had on a pink skirt that went to her knees, as was the school dress code, though it wasn’t hard to tell she didn't have any shorts on under. The heels she mentioned were a deep black color and seem to give her a couple more inches of height. However, the oddest thing was the pink collar around her neck, which one would have to assume was for the leash that Marina mentioned.

“Almost didn’t recognize me, did you? I don’t blame you, this is the first time I’ve been out of the house since I changed.” Winnie said.

“We’re just a bit surprised, is all.” Esther began. “Is that what you were muttering about when I last saw you Marina? You saw that Winnie was like me?” Lexi questioned.

“Yep. I figured if Esther was going to crack an egg and get a girlfriend in the process, I was going to do the same.” Marina confirmed.

“And I, like, couldn’t be happier.” Winnie giggled.

“Yep, she’s no longer some big dumb, overly manly jock, but a bubbly, somewhat ditzy girl.” Marina said, patting her head. Just then Marina’s phone went off and she stood up when she looked at it. “Ah, well it looks like we need to head out. Cheerleading tryouts are happening and I’ve got to get Winnie over to them. Let's do something this weekend, the 4 of us.” She said, her arm wrapped around Winnie’s. “Sure. We could go to that smoothie stand we like and see a movie.” Esther started, “Tickets are $9.34 and smoothies are $3.45. How much is that for all of us?” “$51.16 total.” Winnie answered.

They looked at her stunned at how fast she answered that.

“What’s 645^2 divided by 4?” Lexi asked. “104,006.25” She smiled, “What? I’m really good at math.” They just looked at Marina. “I did say she was somewhat ditzy.” She shrugged.

The two walked off, leaving Esther and Leix at the table. They just looked at each other for a moment before giggling. “So that’s her type, huh?” Lexi laughed. “Yeah, I think it's cute though.” Esther said right before pulling her girlfriend closer, “Not as cute as you thought.”

Lexi blushed heavily, “Oh you.” She leaned closer to kiss her, then leaned her head on Esther's shoulder. “You know, I’m glad you gave me that card.” Lexi said. “Oh yeah.” “Yeah, because now my life is way better now that you’re in it.” Esther pulled her in tighter, and she also felt the same way. Her life was way better after helping the cute girl that is squeezed next to her.

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And that wrap for this short TG. I hoped you liked it, I might be a while before I do another one, as I need to get to the longer story I'm writing but I do have some more in the pipeline. Again, thanks to @mistresskabooms for the request, I had so much fun writing this.

[pikmingrubb]

Mike Ehrmantraut x ftm! Reader

Chapter 3!

Tags: sfw, Walter white(derogatory)

“So…How was it?” Jesse said almost tentatively, his words barely processing in your tired brain. You let it soak and ruminate before realizing what he meant, ah the date. His eyes watched you a little from the porch outside, an ashtray and a cigarette held in his hands as he leaned against the metal framing. He looked a little better than the other day, finally able to get more than a few hours of interrupted sleep, he gently scratched the side of his head while you thought of a response. 

“I liked it.” You said unsure of the words you wanted to choose, with so many bouncing around in your head apparently, those were the best ones you could dig up at first. Jesse gave you a strange look, you let out a low chuckle, knowing those didn’t quite sum up your time. 

“I enjoyed it, the food was honestly trash, but the conversations made up for it.” A smile rose to your face, Jesse’s eyes widened a little and he nodded his head. Mediocre food and good conversation between two people, seem to count towards an overall swell time. 

“Yeah?” He snuffed his cigarette out and decided to finally come back inside, he gently closed the sliding door shut and locked it. 

“You guys do anything after?” His voice sounded a little teasing, your gaze came back up from pouring creamer into your coffee, and a wide smirk appeared on your face. You let him watch you closely, he was trying to figure out if you were joking, sparks flying in his brain igniting into a dumpster fire of possibilities.

Jesse’s eyes widened, “You-” his mouth gaped lightly, pointing at you. “-Oh, come on what did you do?” Jesse demanded, trying to stay serious but with a giant grin on his face. He approached the island in the kitchen and leaned over it, eyes straining on your face as if he could rip the story from you with sheer pressure. 

“Nothing like that, Jesse…” You scolded, his brows still raised giving you a suspicious look. “Buuut,” You drawled slowly, “We did kiss.” You looked at him almost proud, Jesse practically jumped up, excitement in his eyes. 

“Yooooo!” He came closer to you and slapped your back, “You’re a total player now!” He cheered, you scoffed a little and tried holding back a laugh. Your hand slips around the coffee mug to sip at the warm liquid, tongue practically melting into the flavor. 

“So, you’re like into him?” He said humorously, a tiny smile still tugging at his lips. You let out a low sigh through your nose, pondering quietly at his remark. 

“I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how this normally goes, but I do like him. I’d like to get to know him, I just hope he doesn’t ghost me, y’know?” Your lips falter into a straight line, brow furrowed as anxiety settles in your stomach like a bad taste. 

“I mean, unfortunately, that kinda comes with the territory,” Jesse says giving you a little pat, “Not everyone is a winner, and if they leave you high and dry they’re not worth your time of day, yo. You gotta find someone who knows your worth,” He explained, honestly, it was a little strange hearing such comforting words coming from his mouth. Usually, it was the other way around, you consoling him after another stupid fight with his on-and-off girlfriend of the month. 

 “Thanks, Jesse.” Your voice tinged with sincerity, he just nodded his head a little and withdrew his hand from your shoulder. A deep sigh calmed your nerves a little, no point in worrying about something that may or may not happen. 

“Oh, by the way, uhm Mr.White left you a voice mail earlier, I heard the tail end of it,” You mentioned as Jesse was about to saunter away, he looked back at the landline and let out an aggravated noise, he stomped his foot over and clicked a few buttons, a buzz sounded from the device “Voice mail deleted.” Chimed the little robot voice. 

Jesse looked a little pissed, “Asshole…” He mumbled at the phone, looking back up at you to see your confused look. 

“He uh, listen we got into a fight, and we split ways for a little bit. So until he apologizes, he can kiss my ass,” Jesse sneered into the phone as if Mr.White could possibly hear him through the dead landline. Your brows raised a little, “Oh, okay. Noted,” you replied gently pouring more coffee into your dwindling cup. 

Jesse seemed satisfied as he sauntered away back into his little hole of a bedroom, you just shook your head a little with a smile. 

You wondered just how long this break from his partner was going to be, they always seemed to be scrambling about something every other day. You assumed Jesse would falter and slink back to him once their little tantrums were finally burnt out, you assumed anyway. 

Finally deciding your bowels had enough coffee to start your day, you drained the rest down the sink and left it for later. You had a few things to run around and do today, hopefully, it’ll keep your mind occupied enough to not allow you to brew upon any mishaps. 

The first stop was the local Lough Depot, apparently, Jesse’s little cooking batch he made with Badger had absolutely roached your garbage disposal. You didn’t even want to bother calling the landlord. No fucking way was he gonna pull that shit out and evict you two because Jesse was an idiot, your mediocre handyman skills will have to do. Besides, you’ll just buy a whole new unit and slap it in, most work you’ll have to do is use an allen wrench and maybe get some new plumbing tape. 

To the plumping section it is, you thought idly passing by aisles upon aisles of tools and things you really shouldn’t be looking at. Lest they tempt you into buying more bullcrap tool sets that you don’t need, you turned your gaze away and tried to focus. 

God, why were there so many units? You held up your current garbage disposal’s serial code, trying desperately to decide if just any unit would work. They have to be universal, right? Your brow furrowed as you bent over looking at the lower shelf, trying to decide upon a cheap and easy fix. 

“Oh, hey, (Y/n)! I uh, didn’t expect to see you here!” Came an almost cheery voice, your head snapped to the side, and saw a face you didn’t expect. You stood up straight and faced him finally, “Mr.White, oh I’m sorry, I didn’t even notice you, I was uh…Looking at garbage disposals…” You trailed off, your eyes looking at his cart full of strange supplies. Lots of high-quality tubing and multiple gallons of…Ethynol? 

“Did yours break?” He asked, stating the obvious, but just being polite. You nodded your head, a little flash of anxiety flowing through you. “Uhm yeah, I just…Didn’t realize how many garbage disposals there were, does it really matter which one?” You laughed a little, Walter looked a little intrigued but stepped closer, inspecting the bar code you held in your hand.

“No, no. I think they’re all about the same, do you know if you have standard piping sizes?” He asked bending down and looking at the models. Your eyes widened at his intentions of helping you, “Just the standard, I think 1 and a half inches, yeah.” You murmured out as he grabbed a box and flipped it over, inspecting the back text for a second. He leans back up and hands you the large box, “I think this one will do, obviously keep the receipt if I’m wrong.” He nods his head a little and gives a small shrug. 

“Shit, I mean…Thanks, Walter…” You felt embarrassed, he practically just played father for you, helping his lost child in the department store. Walter shook his hands at you, dismissing your words, “It’s no problem, really, I just happened to be around.” He smiled a little at you, he stayed quiet for a moment before opening his mouth again. 

You just watched as he seemed to hesitate before you, not wanting to step on any toes, “Hey, while I’ve got you here, did you happen to see Jesse anytime recently?” He asked, sordid and casual, your brow raised a little as he seemed to stutter before you. 

 “Yeah, actually he told me you two were in a fight?” You said rather, matter of factly, you really didn’t wanna play any social games right now. Walter closed his mouth and nodded his head slowly, a low chuckle came from his mouth, a small sound of “ah” came from him. 

“We had a disagreement on workload sharing, he’s been stressed and never told me until it was too late,” He explained intertwining his fingers together, you felt a little twinge inside you, yeah that sounded like Jesse. 

“I tried to talk to him, but you know how he is…Likes to yell a lot and then throw a fit, I think he just needs some time away.” Walter continued, you nodded your head a little, wondering why he was possibly telling you all this. 

Mostly you were grateful, it really wasn’t often that Jesse said anything until it was too late, and you were picking him up from the local jail along with Badger or Skinny Pete. 

“I didn’t really realize, I’ve been a little busy recently, and now I feel like an ass…” You mumbled a little, Walter just shook his head at you, “No, don’t think like that!” He waved his hands, “Jesse keeps these things to himself, you know he tries playing hard ass…He’s young and stupid,” He says, a little chuckle coming from him. 

At this point, you just let out a little sigh, “Yeah, I mean. I get it.” your shoulders shrugged a little, adjusting the box under your arm a little. 

Walter looked just about done with his ramblings, he saw you looking a little antsy and ready to depart from this giant toolbox of a store. 

“Well, anyways, I’m glad you’re doing good,” Walter decided to wrap it up, a small smile on his face, it was abruptly interrupted by a large bought of coughing. He backed up a little and held his hand over his mouth, a single hand raised at you as you watched with concern. 

“Walter, are you-” You stepped beside him and patted his back gently, he just let out another gut-wrenching cough, it sounded like he had the worst case of whooping cough you’d ever heard. 

“I’m fine- I just….I need a second.” He said wiping his mouth a little, you immediately saw scarlet hues upon his open hand. Alarm voices rang through you, instantly holding his lower back as you coaxed him up. 

“Walter, holy shit, you are not fine.” You said with your brows furrowed, Walter just wiped his hand off on his dark pants leg. He glanced a little at you with an exhausted look, eyes just watching him closely. 

You were not daft when it came to medical things, your first thought was pneumonia or a severe upper respiratory infection, but his gaze felt a little different. Knowing eyes stared at you as all the other ideas slipped away, what ever this was he had been dealing with it and it no longer surprised him when blood came up. 

“I’m fine.” He states firmly, you had an idea, but you wouldn’t dare ask out loud. You nod firmly and pry no further, just letting your hand slip from his back as you stepped away. Walter looked a little calmer, understanding that you weren’t going to try to dig into his personal business. 

“Hey, do you maybe need help with your stuff? It’s pretty heavy…” You say extremely gently, Walter just lets out a small snort. “Yeah, okay.” He nods at you. 

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“Jesus, what are you doing with all this anyways?” You pant a little, sweating in the summer heat as you tried cramming all his stuff into his vehicle. Tetris was apparently a valuable lesson as you fit everything in, carefully pushing everything together so as not to slam around in his back seat while driving. 

“I’ve got an entire deck that needs repainting, and a bunch of unexpected molds in my floorboards, can you believe it?” He coughed a little, closing the trunk of his car and leaning against it. 

“Yeah, that’s a lotta work…I remember when my dad had me help build a new deck with him. Tearing down the old one was easy, it was practically rotting away.” You nodded, a whole ordeal you were glad you didn’t have to deal with. 

“I guess if you ever need any help, just uh call Jesse’s landline,” You breathed out, fixing your shirt. Walter seemed to think on this a little, nodding his head, “Yeah, okay.” He accepted lightly. 

“Hey, and tell Jesse for what it’s worth, I’m not angry at him, I really do want this to work out,” Walter states pulling at his shirt, trying to fan himself off in the heat. 

“Alright, I will. See you if I see you,” you wave a little and leave Walter in the parking lot, traversing through to find your little shit box amongst the rows.  

Your brain kept replaying the moment between Walter and you inside the store, your heart dropped a little wondering if he was as sick as you thought. You hoped he wasn’t, but part of you knew the truth, that he probably had some kind of cancer. Just another damn thing to tug at your heartstrings. 

You let out a little sigh as you climbed into your boiling hot car, throwing the garbage disposal into the passenger seat and buckling in. 

[rejectedbad]

Rejected Bad: T-Shirt

The following is a rejected script from an early season of Breaking Bad.

FADE IN:

JESSE is at the clothing store, looking at different types of clothes, trying to decide which one to buy for his upcoming job. He picks up a white shirt and touches the fabric, but decides to put it back down.

Suddenly, he spots a bright blue t-shirt with bold letters: "Blue Meth Clothing line"

JESSE: (picks up the shirt and looks at it) What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

He turns the shirt over and notices that it is indeed the same blue colour as the meth he and Walter have been cooking. Jesse's expression changes to one of horror as he realises what he's looking at.

JESSE: (to himself) This is messed up. Who would wear something like this?

Just as Jesse is about to put the shirt back, he remembers he only has about $3.50 on him. Suddenly the temptation is too strong and he hurriedly stuffs the shirt into his backpack and exits the store.

Cut to Jesse's house, where Walter is waiting for him.

WALTER: You're back. Did you find the clothes you needed for tonight's job?

JESSE: Uh, yeah. (pauses and looks down) But there's something we need to talk about.

WALTER: (becomes sceptical) Something doesn't sound right. Out with it.

JESSE: (pulls out the stolen shirt and shows it to Walter) I stole this from the store.

WALTER: (visibly angered and raises his voice) What the hell, Jesse? Do you have any idea what you've done?

JESSE: (looks ashamed) I know, I know. I just saw the shirt and I couldn't believe it. It's advertising our product, Mr. White. Can you blame me for wanting it?

WALTER: (gives Jesse a hard slap across the face) You idiot! That was Gus and I's idea. And that's our brand. You just stole from the boss.

JESSE: (rubs his face where he was hit) I'm sorry, Mr. White. I didn't know.

WALTER: (paces back and forth and takes deep breaths) You were going to wear this to our job tonight, weren't you? Do you know how dangerous that is? If Gus finds out you've been stealing his brand, you could be killed, and I can't waste time finding another servant.

JESSE: (looks terrified) I didn't think. I'm sorry. Please, Mr. White, what can I do?

WALTER: (sighs and looks at Jesse with a mixture of anger and frustration) You can start by returning that shirt and apologising for your actions. Then you can make it up to me by being more responsible in the future.

JESSE: (nods his head) I will, Mr. White. I promise.

Walter nods and sits down on the couch, looking exhausted, fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white.

FADE TO BLACK.

END OF EPISODE.

[dale-afficanado-blueberry]

[walter white voice] blueberry purity culture isn't just things that could be effected by christianity or a societal standard of "purity" (such as not writing incest erotica or other things that ppl have an initial disgust reaction to). purity culture has a real meaning. purity culture is the culture within evangelical christian communities that encourages incredibly strict gender roles and norms, pure thoughts, abstinence, and modesty. it is largely focused on women's autonomy and provides an environment for control over women's autonomy in a very literal way, i.e., what clothes they wear, where they go, if they're allowed around boys, even down to who they have sex with and when. purity culture has provided the basis for the egregious sexual abuse in the church and to compare that to some fuckwads complaining about what someone writes is reductive and offensive. even though you can extrapolate that people are participate in a christian culture by trying to police what people write that's absolutely not the same as purity culture. blueberryyy blueberryyyyyy can you hear me

for clarification i am anti-censorship (insert that post "not a proshipper not an anti but a secret third thing: adult with a job") but i cannot let people just throw around serious terms created by abuse survivors to describe specific types of abuse and the environments that encourage it

Thank you for explaining I did not know the wider history of the term