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Why did the men of Breaking Bad fight each other more over Jesse “Cap’n Cook” Pinkman than they did drugs or money or any of that relevant shit… truly the Helen of Troy of methamphetamine production and distribution

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 his love is a cage fight you’ll never win something something

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mike’s drinking buddies

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erm… compilation

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“you’re my number one boy”

ivan the terrible and his son ivan (1885) / breaking bad (2008-2013) / succession (2018-present)

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do you ever think about how FMA writes Nina Tucker off as an unsalvageable ruin who is better off mercy killed but then you meet Greed's crew and Kimblee's bodyguards and it turns out that the military can just produce perfect human chimerae whenever it feels like it. the military has chimera alchemy down to a science. they could have called up a Doctor Moreau or whoever and had him fix Nina and turn her into a cute kemonomimi if he wasn't too busy being a state secret and producing shapeshifting supersoldiers for the brass to jack off to

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in the mike lives and rescues jesse from the neo nazi compound au, mike pulls the tarp off the cage and barely recognizes the figure huddled in the corner of the pit; for a moment, he isn’t even sure it’s jesse and worries that he’s too late. then the figure looks up through the grate and mike sees those giant blue eyes, drained of their light. there’s no glimmer of recognition or relief in his eyes: he just stares up at mike, unmoving, unbelieving. even though he’s locked up in a pit, there are shackles on his ankles and wrists. trying to remain totally calm, mike unlocks the grate, lowers the ladder, and carefully climbs down, glad he washed the blood off his boots. “its safe now” he says when he’s down at the bottom. it may not be the right thing to say, but mike needs to say something. jesse just keeps looking at him, silent. mike removes his shackles, not lingering on the chemical burns on his fingers or the abrasions encircling his too-skinny wrists or the unwashed, tangled shock of hair (inexplicably, he thinks of matty’s body when the coroner pulled him out of that silver drawer and how his usually neat hair was a mess), but jesse doesn’t stand up when the chains are gone. its as if the thought doesn’t even occur to him. finally, mike just gingerly takes the kid’s shoulders in either hand and urges him up; he swoons a little, but manages to stand. they make their way up the ladder with some difficulty and when they’re out of the pit, the first thing jesse sees is the trail of bloody footprints connecting the compound to their current spot. mike kind of awkwardly pats his shoulder and says “they’re all gone”, which jesse passively accepts with a tired nod. they walk across the sand to the gates of the compound, mike thinking about what the fuck he’s going to do next and how he’s going to get the kid to safety and where they’ll go next, and he suddenly realizes that jesse isn’t with him anymore. he stopped right at the gate, right at the threshold, frozen, tense. a broken horse doesn’t leave when you open the stable gate. mike swallows (nacho froze for a second, just a second, before he grabbed the gun and pulled the trigger), then says “come on, kid. let’s go” in an inviting voice. his kaylee voice. shaking, jesse obliges and steps out of the compound, over the threshold, at which point he just immediately breaks down crying, shucking his numbness like his chains. his tears are easier to accept than his blank expression, and mike silently slips a sturdy arm around him and starts to walk him to his car. tears are a sign of being alive.

jesse is alive. and this time, mike won’t let him go.

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new personality test: please tell me what you would bid on from the better call saul auction if you were rich.

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[Jimmy] [Saul] [McGill] [Goodman] is dead, long live [Jimmy] [Saul] [McGill] [Goodman]

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DIG YOUR OWN GRAVE

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lalo I don’t know WHAT. you think happened in that desert. but I ASSURE you I would never betray you. I mean ask yourself: what would I have to gain? Is there one piece of evidence to support…what? oh…the car in the ditch? with the bullet holes? THAT’s what you’re so hung up about? Hahaha WOW! Why didn’t you just say. what a misunderstanding. frankly it never occurred to me for even a MOMENT that you might ascribe some l sort of…and I still don’t know WHAT you’re implying but it seems you’re ascribing some sort of nefarious (??) motive to it?? to a simple broken down car? if I thought for a second it would lead to these WILD accusations I would have told you. yeah it’s a crazy story, you’re going to laugh. So I’m driving, right? And I remember this very well because it happened right as my favorite steely dan song came on. I’m driving when SUDDENLY—*gunshot*

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Along with all the Frankenstein parallels, Schnauz calling Viktor a “creature” sure feels like… something

no i'm really losing my mind over this, and i NEED someone to ask him about it in an official interview! "viktor," as he exists in this episode, is a creature made of the disassembled parts of various dead men, jimmy mcgill and saul goodman and gene takovic, ambling around, lashing out at the world, at humanity that he feels doesn't accept him, has slighted and turned on him. (dr. frankenstein, from his point of view, could be chuck, as much as it could be walt, as much as it could be kim, as much as it could be jimmy himself, both creator and creature! the themes of abandonment, the themes of molding clay. plus, i mean, VICTOR! HELLO?! not to mention the metaphor here in regards to electricity...the scene where the guy set the matches on fire on his hand, and fire being a primal fear of the monster's, and fire being what it is to this particular story as an emblem of trauma.) he's stitched himself together in some facsimile of existence, but he is not truly among the living. i know i already quoted the i will inspire fear part, but, i mean - there is something at work in my soul, which i do not understand. the idea of unimaginable love and unbelievable rage, if i cannot satisfy the one, i will indulge the other.

nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.

beware; for i am fearless, and therefore powerful.

how mutable are our feelings, and how strange is that clinging love we have of life even in the excess of misery.

he is on the precipice and he has to decide - monster or man, dead or living, exile from the world or some measure of reunion with it?

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i'm genuinely terrified because this felt like a relapse. an addiction spiral. he got a taste and couldn't stop. he made that phone call to florida and it went very badly, and it set him off. he was done, he was pulling back, and something broke. (the double meaning of the breaking bad title, where not only do we get those glimpses of walt and jesse, but gene is embodying the title quite literally, to the point where he reminded me of desperation level heisenberg - impulsive, controlling, unkind - in a way he never has before.) this is someone who refuses to process his trauma, but who is endlessly raking himself back over the coals of the terrible circumstances he helped to instigate. someone falling back into their worst habits, their darkest self...and in many bad relapses like this, it's often the final time. there are usually only two ways to end it. it's fatal. or you get clean.