#anyway. GOODNIGHT

[snoozedraws]

body & soul

[ashipiko]

do you guys ever just wanna doodle and end up launching yourself into your own doom

[identityquest]

awoooo

[stpansy]

muting these things like a soldier donning armor🫡🏳️‍🌈

[taniushka12]

Never associate characters & their relationships to celestial bodies bc you'll literally go insane both with the beauty of the cosmos and also the blorbos

[poppy-metal]

i know I've talked about it before but something about eddie fucking your throat in 69 and his balls slap your nose everytime he humps himself into your wet heat is is is. n hes just moaning into your inner thigh, dizzy with the rush of your flexing throat like a pulsing cunt around his cock, can't stop his hips from thrusting down, he lets out a choked sound whenever he has to lift himself up to let you breathe, just gives you the barest second to catch your breath, his aching tip pressing greedily against your gasping lips impatiently before hes pushing his hips down again and whining when you take him all the way. till he feels your nose press against his sack. can't stop stammering "oh fuck, fuck baby, fuck that's it- that's it, m'gonna cum so fucking hard- in your little throat pussy- fuck, fuck-"

[waltj]

Having Mr Driscoll thoughts.

He was lost for a long time. It was a short time to you, but for someone who just spent 6 months in a cell it was a wonderfully long time to be lost, walking along streets and reading post notices, sitting in diners and drinking coffee, closing his eyes and getting to open them somewhere where there's a door. Todd gave him black coffee in the compound. He drinks his with milk.

When he was driving the 40 miles from Ed's drop-off to Haines, he didn't think about the future. Only the past. But now he's met with the knowledge of time marching relentlessly forward. Time doesn't wait for Jesse Pinkman. As far as the world is concerned he's already dead.

Trailer parks are anonymous places. He cooks on the gas stove, eats silently out under the stars. Listens to families - kids - playing at dusk. He coughs a lot - side effects from cooking without protection, smashed bones never healed properly. The scars on his face don't bother people as much as he thought they would. Sometimes people smile at him. He keeps conversations short. Maybe there's a girl. He hopes she can't feel his eyes burning into her head as she walks back to hers. Don't get close.

Where did you move from? Idaho. Mr Driscoll has a high school diploma too. Late one night he submits an online application to a community college. He gets in. Not Business, not Sports Science, but for Childhood Education.

For a while he doesn't know if he's Jesse Pinkman or Mr Driscoll. He wonders if Jesse has to live inside Mr Driscoll, if he needs to be snuffed out entirely, if that would be for the best. Five years on, when does [____] stop being an alias? What about when all the people who love him call him the latter? He can't remember the last time he heard his name spoken in a loving tone.

It's 2023. After finishing the course, he became a kindergarten teacher. His health is... fine. He developed a twitch for a while a few years ago, but that went away. The pain never leaves him. He's never been happier. The kids and their parents love him, one of them especially, and he married her. He does crafts with them. Draws superheroes with them. Lets them spin on the chairs if they want, but patches them up when they fall. On his next birthday, Jesse will be 40. He is just starting to go gray.

[poison-into-positivity]

as a rule i try not to get too invested in celebrities but I just think rhys darby deserves the world

[possum-tooth]

i wish i had a tail

[stinkman007]

[koheletgirl]

people throw around the word "deserve" these days in ways that make me very uneasy

[ilsrevent]

much said about the tragedy of adam (dying when he should’ve lived) but i am always thinking about the tragedy of lawrence (living when he should’ve died)

[4lph4kidz]

jane crocker... *head in my hands*

[finnitesimal]

killing myself in front of you to change the trajectory of your campaign forever

[milfsisyphus]

we are joined by a cord. by a cord that you cannot see, but it is real. it is real.

[korokposting]

forcing myself to go to bed rather than keep writing because it is past 1am. but oh chapter 24 why must you be my nemesis when hypothetically I should love you.... </3