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I'm so confused

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Normalize getting sluttier, bloodier, and overall more insane

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Lalo gave him his favorite poncho

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that's so true

i cant live without this man actually

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#an excessively amount of times, maybe... #the way his eyes follows the cube is just so precious ugh #I fucking love him I think I'm going insane #moon knight

How often do you y'all think Steven drops the rubix cube on his face..

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#i know this feeling so damn well

i need to finish bcs but im too scared (stuck on s6ep11 rn…………)

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follow @ballsackremover on ig for more

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Bruce: Some investigative reporter you are

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This is all I'm doing for now 😤

//commissions// (because I'm a broke student)

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oh

Can we please talk about how good he looks here? 🔥

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My two dads (pilot)

a breaking bad au where Mike and Walter adopts Jesse as their little son; my English is kinda wonky idk I tried my best. I'm posting this on my lunch break lol, prolly just gonna delete it afterwards

The house was completely silent. Birds chirping could be heard from outside where the sun was shining bright up high. Sun rays were making it very way through the big curtains to Walter's room, who was sleeping comfortably in his cozy bed.

The alarm was still quiet, so it was likely very early in the morning. The man opened his eyes slowly, to check the time: 7:42; A few minutes before he'd be officially shaken awake by the ringing. Walter couldn't recall exactly how he'd make his way to bed, last night was a little blurry in his head, but he was able to distinctly remember something about having a mental breakdown一which happened a lot... an excessively amount of times. But, fortunately, it was getting a tad bit better everyday.一The man then sighed and adjusted himself back to sleep.

"Walter, wake up." A low husky voice called him. "C'mon, your alarm went off years ago." Mike said standing up beside the bed, stretching.

"It wasn't that long ago." Walter said back, realizing only ten minutes passed since the time he's set up before. "Were you observing me?" He asked, chest puffed and a raised eyebrow.

"Get lost." He waved his hands desmisvely. "Oh, don't let me forget to never get lured by your tricks ever again... 'I deserve everything that happens to me', 'I've never felt so miserable' and so on." He scoffed mimicking a high-pitched voice; Walter's voice.

"That is not how I talk." The man rose from the bed making his way to the bathroom followed by Mike. "And that was a completely reasonable reaction, matter of fact." He punctuated.

The older man shrugged. "Anyways. You just lost a cereal sale, it's not the end of the world."

"They're Jesse's favorite!" Walter retorts, almost in disbelief. Mike was sneering at his suffering, like it was nothing at all. "You know what? Just forget about it, I'll make us a pot of coffee." He gestured copiously with both hands, leaving the other man behind, brushing his teeth.

Heavens! No one understands how good that sale was. He whispered to himself on the way to the kitchen. Opening every curtain on sight, allowing the sunlight bursts its way in. Another beautiful sunny day in the good old Albuquerque. Walter loved how the natural light bathed everything around him.

Stopping by the granite counter, the man wore his blue 'let's cook' printed apron (that he got as a gift on his last birthday) over his pajamas. It was rather cute and comfortable.

He started brewing the coffee. They did have a really good and functional coffee maker, but Mike simply liked his coffee handmade, and Walter was more than willing to do so as long as it would earn him a shy smile and a muttered compliment as a 'thank you'一It was good for his ego. After ready, he poured it into a mug and positioned it on the table, next to where Mike always sits; "Papa's place" Jesse named it.

Walter decided on making a delicious light and balanced breakfast. So he peeled various fruits, scrambled some eggs with bacon and also made a few PB&J sandwiches just in case一Ok... Maybe not light nor balanced but undoubtedly delicious!一While setting everything up, he saw Mike passing through him on a bee line to the front door.

He returned not so long after, with the day's newspaper and a few letters, which he tossed aside on the tea table. "Do you really think the Vargas will adopt a ostrich? 'Cause their cat is already making a mess out of my garden." Mike asked, looking a bit worried, even though that was nothing but rumors he heard from the others neighbors. Walter hummed. "...We're gonna have a problem." He finishes, sitting on his place, sipping the hot liquid. "This is great." He compliments Walter's barista skills, who only smiles lightly in recognition.

"About the ostrich thing. I think it's very unlikely that the law agrees to someone having such an animal in a residential area." Walt elaborated his point, chewing the fruits of his bowl.

"I hope you're right." Mike flipped the pages until he got to the best part: crosswords. He fixed his reading glasses before pulling a pen out of his pocket.

"If anything, we can always call Saul and see what he thinks." He said, looking down the corridor where the bedrooms were located. "Jesse's still asleep?"

"Like a baby."

"But it's almost 9! He's gonna be late for soccer!"

"Yeah..." Mike said unbothered, it wasn't the first time Jesse would overslept and it always ended up with Walter waking him up anyway. "He needs to learn how to meet his schedules and-" Walter stood up and left the kitchen, ignoring Mike's speech completely.

Once he got to the boy's bedroom, he slowly and carefully opened the door, entering the so long dark room. He spread the curtains open wide, regretting when he felt like someone just threw a flash bang right on his face. But it did work to make Jesse stir a bit in discomfort.

"Hey Jesse, wake up. It's past time." He said, pulling the blankets off of him, earning nothing but a whimper from the boy, who frowned, his eyes still closed shut.

"Uh, just ten more minutes... I still have time." Jesse mumbled his words, looking as tired as he went to bed last night. But Walter wouldn't budge, not this time, no. "Please..." That soft voice, partially muffled by the pillows.

Walter relaxed. His shoulders slumping slightly. He looked around the room, inspecting. It was surprisingly tidy... Perhaps not as clean as it should be, but clean enough, nonetheless. Excluding a bunch of misplaced laundry and posters from bands that Walter would never even dare listening to, the man felt proud of the boy. Of course Mike was a big part of this, too. Talking Jesse into responsibilities.

The man soon realized he was being lured to a trap and resumed his duty: make the boy punctual at least once this month. His team captain would punish anyone who's late to the training, more specifically, the parents of those who were late. Walter lost the track of how many weekends he and Mike would spent cleaning the benches or cutting the grass, thanks to Jesse and his 'five more minutes'.

"Okay, enough." He clapped his hands together. "You wake up and get dressed now and I won't make you walk two miles to the gym." Walt threatened the boy, shaking his shoulder slightly. "And I ain't joking!"

"Okay, I'm going..." The shaking continues. "Hey, fine! I got it, I'm up! See? Jeez." Jesse stood up, against his own will, his hair was messy and he tripped over himself a little.

"Great! Breakfast is ready." Walter said then, leaving the room after petting the boy's hair, in a caring way, in fact making it messier.

"That was smooth." Mike said ironically, not really taking his eyes off of the news.

Jesse finally showed up a good minutes later. He looked considerably less tired and was already in his uniform, including those knee high socks that made him look so excruciatingly cute一or at least that's what Walter thinks.

"Good morning, Mike." The boy greeted, receiving a side hug and a kiss on top of his head. "Any difficult word today?" He asked about the crosswords, taking a sit and wasting no time eating his sandwiches.

Walter observed astonished at that, glancing between Jesse and Mike, that caught the eyes on him and knew exactly why the man looked so bamboozled, his mouth hanging open.

"You're not forgetting anything, Jesse?" He asked, stroking his mustache and resting his elbows on the table, annoyed.

"Uh... no...?" Jesse pondered for a second and then snapped his fingers. "Right! Where's my cereal?" He asked in a low tone, almost disappointed.

"Unbelievable." Walter gasped, shaking his head and sipping on his coffee, that tasted bitter. He continued after realizing Jesse was nothing but confused. "Not even a 'good morning' to me? That's what I deserve after everything I've done for you?" He sounded hurted.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Good morning, Walt. I just forgot..." The boy tried, using his hands to emphasize his words.

"No, it's fine! Totally understandable, you miss one good sale and now you are the worst parent of all the time." He kept the sad persona going on.

"Dang it, Walt! You just showed up on my room and I thought that was good morning enough, I got it mixed up, sorry!" Jesse exclaimed, a bit pissed. He started bitting his sandwich a lot more aggressively. It's not like he was actually mad, but sometimes, he just wasn't interested in having meaningless discussions that could've been easily avoided.

"Hm, there's one: Twelve letters word for dramatic." Mike said after a pregnant pause.

The other two paused for a moment, distracting themselves completely. Jesse grinned mischievously and rose a hand up "I know this one," He said "it's Walt White!" Mike laughed seeing that it actually fitted the space.

"True enough but that'd be two words." He explained.

"Bodacious." Walter answered proudly.

"What? You clearly just made that up." He accused, not truly believing that 'bodacious' was a real word outside Walter's nonsensical mind.

"Yeah, that's right. Thanks, Walt." Mike thanked the man, who was unarguably enjoying himself at that point.

"Yo, really? I'm starting to question if I'm really fluent." Jesse shrugged, finishing his meal.

After cleaning up the table, Jesse was about to be indisputably late, so he packed up everything he would need in his backpack and as quickly as possible he got in the car with Mike, or at least that's what he wanted to do, but Walter was faster, and grabbed him into a bear hug.

"Take care."

"I know! You're crushing me!" Jesse cried, shifting away until he was finally released. "We gotta go."

"I know." Walter sighed. "Hey, I was thinking about ordering fried chicken for dinner, how about it?" He offered when they reached the porch.

"Sounds good to me, very bodacious indeed." He used the day's word ironically, and the elders couldn't help but laugh hard at it.

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now would u look at that

AU where Mike and Walter are furnishing their first ever apartment together in anticipation of their upcoming adoption of their trans son Jesse

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Do you watch better call saul. Have you watched better call saul. Will you watch better call saul. When will you watch better call saul.

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why these two guys from hannibal always looking like they're about to make out like wtf what you waiting for?

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will I ever get enough of this CUTIE PIE?? No, I won't.

Terry Silver | 4.07

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I literally love him so much like bro ur so smoking hot and for what?

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Sunday of crying for all the missing lacho potential