#anyway. goodnight

[snoozedraws]

body & soul

[ashipiko]

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

[thedeathdeelers]

you know what could’ve been really really funny?

if julie and the guys managed to perform one more song after stand tall before they vanished

and they choose to play My Name Is Luke

and suddenly you get trevor’s entourage excitedly being like “omg they’re covering your song how sweet!” while he’s shitting himself staring at Luke who is staring right back singing “MY name is LUKE!!!!” aggressively a him

[cowabinah]

[lazlolullaby]

Terry McGinnis: Talk! What did you do to the cookie recipe! I got the chocolate chip walnut down but the other one is killing me!

Alfred Pennyworth, undisturbed: I don't know what you mean. It's all written down.

Terry: yes, in metric, and the eggs were weighed to the miligram for some reason! I chilled the dough, rolled them, chilled again to stop spread. I accounted for the Manor's colder ovens too!

Alfred: ...you said tea cookies, yes? Shortbread sandwiches with strawberry preserves?

Terry: yes. Bruce still talks about them. He can't make them either.

Alfred: Well. Even Master Bruce never quite understood the precision of proper British baked goods. Come along.

*opens up a pantry. Hands Terry a package of Jammy Dodgers*

Alfred: I suppose you will have to do legwork into an international market and research if any brands survived or changed their recipes for the next fifty years.

Terry: I'm going to go back to the future, resurrect you, then kill you.

[identityquest]

awoooo

[bubblegum-gf]

I can’t believe we’re gonna get real fucking rtcler. (dubiously)

[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

[laferrassie]

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

[daandyli0n]

thinking about. Blurred Lenses!Sammy and the way he views William.

it's like (from Sammy's POV):

you ruined my life. you were one of the first adults in my life besides my father that understood and didn't treat me any different for it. you remind me so much of my sister. you're the entire reason she's gone. my father tried to stop you from drinking so much. you're the reason he started. you helped me through my panic attacks. you were the cause of many of them. you told me everything would be okay. you said you'd kill me if you ever got the chance to, in a way so that my father would never figure out. you were family. i hate you. you promised you'd take us in if anything ever happened to dad. i'm sincerely glad you were the first to go of the two of you. you were a part of my life for so long. i hope you never re-enter it.

i miss you. i miss the person i thought you were.

[possum-tooth]

i wish i had a tail

[alonsolobotomy]

[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)