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( He stares. His hand twitches by his side, a two beat drum of his fingers against his thigh. Pragmatic nervousness.

               Is this loitering stranger looking to buy? )

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It’s all about accepting who you really are.

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Long live the King.

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17 SONGS FROM BREAKING BAD EVERYONE SHOULD LISTEN TO | Breaking Bad is and always will be one of my favourite shows, and it’s not only the wonderful story with the most complex and engaging characters and the brilliant writing with stunning cinematography; it’s also its use of music. Breaking Bad has been known to pick songs that are perfect for the scene and even suit lyrics to the story. This mix is my definite favourite songs that were in this show and that, in my opinion, should be heard by everyone.{listen here}

001. mick harvey - out of time man | 002. glen phillips - the hole | 003. the silver seas - catch yer own train | 004. the be good tanyas - waiting around to die | 005. the black seeds - one by one | 006. tv on the radio - dlz | 007. chocolate genius, inc. - life | 008. america - a horse with no name | 009. alexander ebert - truth | 010. fever ray - if i had a heart | 011. ana tijoux - 1977 | 012. apollo sunshine - we are born when we die | 013. apparat - goodbye | 014. danger mouse and daniele luppi (feat. norah jones) - black | 015. tommy james and the shondells - crystal blue persuasion | 016. josé larralde - quimey neuquén (chancha via circuito remix) | 017. badfinger - baby blue

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skyler white is the best character

i will literally fight you on this

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Like-- um. [He mimics Jesse, mocking.] Getting thing one and thing two under control. Does that sound like an endeavour worthy of your valuable time, Jesse?

Um, like—-investing in some earplugs?

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Idleness rots the soul.

If I did I wouldn’t be here, now would I?

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[The line of Walt's brow -- heavy, patriarchal, weather worn like the underside of a boat -- shifts easily into a frown. The subtlety of his expression holds the same threat as his blank eyes. A waiting game, almost; deliberating on how to deal with a witness in a game that can't allow witnesses. The stranger's earnestness earns extra consideration; innocence that strikes Walt as more oblivious than that of a child. He can't gauge the danger so he replies simply;]

Yes. 

[ I’ve never seen a spine melt so fast in my life, honestly. Honey’s breathing—that vestigal instinct—stops for a moment, as his middle-distance stare stutters between the man’s hand, the blood, and his face. ]

Excuse. [ he starts, once he can get enough air ] I think, that’s red.

I think it is! Do you need a wet wipe sir.

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Baby Blue

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Don't you have something you should be doing?

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I have spent my whole life scared, frightened of things that could happen, might happen, might not happen, 50-years I spent like that. Finding myself awake at three in the morning. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. What I came to realize is that fear, that’s the worst of it. That’s the real enemy. So, get up, get out in the real world and you kick that bastard as hard you can right in the teeth.

Walter White

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warpaintsmile

You look like a man who is told he is interesting often.

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somekindofsexthing, overactiveimaginings, runningtosavehim

Good morning.

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I am, I am. My mistress is chemistry. --And wise? I'm not sure about that. [His narcissism gives him a smile, smug agreement hiding, unseen, in the corners of it.]

Haha! Oh, but it suits you! *laughs* You have a wise look. *tilts head* You wouldn’t happen to be a man of the sciences, would you?

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[He turns slowly to the person, his shoulders ship mast broad, a sail's warning. The tide changes; his expression hardens into shore rocks. With deliberateness -- a threatening awareness -- he wipes his thumb against the blood staining his shirt.]

No, I don't.

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…You have red on you sir.

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[He doesn't turn back to face her. The span of his shoulders cuts a dark silhouette; a shadow in his black jacket. The thin, harsh line of his upper lip is stained by blood. One hand in his pocket around his gun, he asks,]

How long have you been standing there?

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