i don't think we're alike at all.

gus fring. written by maddie.

[sallgoodmemes]

BREAKING BAD | 3.12, HALF MEASURES possible triggers, change pronouns where necessary

→  i can keep working at it. →  i’ll be here with bells on. →  it’s just a saying. don’t worry, i won’t be wearing bells. →  hey, good work today. →  have you thought any more about what we discussed? →  let’s just stick with what makes sense here. →  that, in your mind, is plausible deniability? →  i’m noting a little hole in your plot though. →  i’m just not buying it. →  it’s suddenly a fantasy story. →  don’t push it. →  that is how we’ll sell your little fiction. →  how about we stop somewhere afterward and get a beer? →  what the hell are you doing? →  that’s hearsay. do you have any proof? →  so why are you telling me this? →  i need your help. →  you don’t even know what you’re talking about. →  he questioned her for five hours. she didn’t give it up. →  do i really have to sit here and explain the difference to you? →  this achieves nothing. →  i’m doing it with or without you. →  do i look well enough? →  you know i’m hourly, right? →  okay, so, what’s plan b? →  i know it sounds risky. →  you understand what you have to do? →  i’ll be in touch. →  have a seat, [name]. →  this is a professional courtesy. →  you got a good thing going here. →  i realize you two have a history. →  just trying to do the right thing. →  i chose a half measure when i should have gone all the way. →  i’ll never make that mistake again. →  i don’t get this at all. →  gonna need you to come with me. →  take a walk. →  this will go no further. →  when i learned what you intended to do… →  you don’t look at him. you look at me. →  pardon me? →  this how you do business? →  you keep the peace. →  your actions, they affect other people. →  sometimes compromises have to be made for the best of reasons. →  i don’t care if someone walks in. →  come on, what’s the point? →  what the heck’s a “yawp”? →  that’s what i said. →  we’ll just have to agree to disagree. →  can you turn that off? →  what kind of business? →  no more half measures, [name]. →  run.

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@8425662​ asked ( meme ):  “ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

gus knows his voice as well as he would the rattle and cheep of his car adjusting to the incline beyond the perimeter of the parking lot. he inserts himself as a busywork barrier between the man and whatever it is he’s returned with the hope of finding.

         ‘ please, ’ he says politely, the strength of his warm expression wavering only slightly as he rolls a nitrile glove down his left wrist. ‘ that won’t be necessary. i would be happy to replace your order, if you’d like. ’

[melamemea]

the kindness of strangers.

something to toy around with for those sweet, sweet first interactions ! neat and awkward ice breakers all around!

public transport

“ Is it okay if i — sit here? ”

“ Excuse me? Could you scoot over?

“ Hey — do you need to sit? You can have my seat”

“ You shouldn’t be forced to stand, I’ll move over for you ”

“ Are you traveling far ?”

“ Where are you heading? ”

“ I love the sound of trains, don’t you? ”

“ Oh, sorry…. My name is _____ ”

“ I have only see the sea from a window… ”

“ I’m fetching a snack, would you like me to bring you anything? ”

“ That baby is really annoying, isn’t it? ”

“ I’ve been here for… two – three hours? A few more to go. ”

“ Nothing beats the bus, trust me. ”

“ Did we — pass — Oh fuck. ”

“ Hey? We are at a stop now — are you getting off? ”

“ Hah… yeah you — fell asleep. ”

coffee house

“ I think we — switched orders ”

“ I’ll pay for you — don’t worry, I’ve forgotten my wallet too. ”

“ I’ve had coffee here… would you recommend something? ”

“ Do you need help with your tray? ”

“ Wow, hold — let me clean the table for you! ”

“ Is your name always spelt like KittyKittyNya or is Starbucks out to get you?”

grocery store

“ Let me help you with that —”

“ Could you help me for a second? ”

“ Sorry, did you want this? ”

“ Pardon, could you show me where the ____ is? ”

“ Quite tragic isn’t it? I mean — The news… ”

“ Do you ever wonder if out vegetables truly are organic? ”

“ Is it just me or have the prices gone up lately? ”

“ Sorry but… you wouldn’t happen to know how to cook ____ ?”

“ No way… you like those too? ”

“ Oh no — No no no, I am so — so sorry!”

“ You took my cart my accident! ”

“ Wait — this isn’t my cart is it —- Oh my god, I am so sorry!”

the gym

“Woah there — are you going to lift that on your own?”

“Would you like some help with that?”

“Hey, my partner is out — could you be my support?”

“How long have you been working out?”

“Want to work out together? I could use some company.”

“You are doing it wrong — let me show you.”

“Shit — are you okay? That looked painful!”

“Wow, this is… really awkward, but could I borrow some soap?”

“Is this your bag? I found it last week?”

“Did I just — ? Oh shit, I thought it was my water bottle; sorry!”

stood up date

“Hey… are you okay?”

“What? They stood you up?”

“I can’t let you sit on your own; let me wait with you?”

“Wanna ditch this place and take a walk with me?”

“Would you like me to call you a cab? or call… someone?”

“It’s okay. You don’t have to — pity me.”

“Hey… are you — crying? What happened?”

“It’s fine, I’m… waiting for someone.”

“I’m still waiting — they are just… a little late!”

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@mrstockman​, call.

         ‘ i don’t believe we have met. ’ as he offers it, gus wonders for one childish, flutter-by moment whether this man can see how many hands his own has shaken over the course of the evening. he feels as though each touch thickens a film over his skin; that every grip-and-rattle exchange is countable in the lines of his palm.

he’s an unfamiliar face, thus late in gus’ rotation and granted little in the way of energy. his lips quirk with an apology he won’t give.

         ‘ los pollos hermanos, ’ he says, testing the limits of the face he’s painted on by smiling creases into the space around his eyes. ‘ gus. ’

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@solichor​, call.

         ‘ your husband. ’ there ought to be a question within, but gus’ tone falls along with the pieces into place. what had started as a friendly engagement has become the audible recognization of an accidental close knit—a series of ties that may as well be around his throat.

he collects himself. relocates his practiced charm. ‘ and he makes no mention of marrying a woman as lovely as yourself. ’ he smiles to lighten it further. ‘ it must take some reserve not to keep you in his wallet, mrs. causer. ’

[sallgoodmemes]

BETTER CALL SAUL | 1.03, NACHO possible triggers, change pronouns where necessary

→ here’s johnny! →  you’re a sight for sore eyes. →  i’m in a bit of a pickle. →  let’s talk strategy, okay? →  you got a plan of attack? →  if i don’t get out of this, my life is over. →  please, [name], help me. →  jesus, what time is it? →  give me a little bit of credit, okay? →  hey, more for me. →  where did he stash all that dough? →  i’m no hero. →  you have a terrible connection. →  who’s coming? →  would you work with me here? →  hey, whatever helps you sleep at night. →  screw you, geezer! →  there’s no business for you here. →  you’ll tell me if there’s anything i can do? →  everything is gonna be fine. →  i’ve got bad knees! →  you going in or what? →  i’m gonna pitch it back to you so i know we’re on the same page. →  that’s a bad thing, [name]. that’s very bad. →  you miserable piece of shit. →  you set me up. →  you know what? i don’t even care. →  he doesn’t know, because he didn’t do it. →  how are you so sure? →  well, isn’t that convenient? →  i have no idea what that means. →  it makes perfect sense. →  i need to talk to you. alone. →  right now my ass is on the highway to the danger zone. →  i was a jerk, okay? →  this is your job, so by definition it’s your concern. →  i don’t have time for this. →  perfect end to a perfect day. →  how come you let me off the hook back there? →  your story makes sense. →  nobody wants to leave home. →  okay, let’s do this. →  i found your dumb-ass clients. →  it’s a long story. →  we’ll meet you there. →  give me a couple hours. →  do we have to? →  sorry about that. →  see, they’re excited. →  can we just talk this through? →  this is happening. →  this is not happening.

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[digrabbit]

    don’t call him a lone ranger  ,  there is nothing motivating him to linger in the secret crevices of a small town.    nothing else is accessible for him to do so what else is there to do then sneak around in places he should   ;   like into a little corner outside to find a bucket filled with a blue substance.    he knows what this is and he’s sure as hell hit the jackpot. 

    it’s stored in his home  ,  an outdated cadillac.    there was a restaurant labeled on the bucket and now he has something to do.    something to keep his mind off of whatever bombards him in the night.

    he arrives  ,  throws the door open  ,  and stands in the middle of the place.    the sickening stale smell of grease almost makes him nauseous.            @fringdom​

[fringpin]

like a light switch imbalanced between positions, gus’ veneer flickers in its rush to pick the side most suitable. there is a blind confidence to the way this man inserts himself into the scene that leads gus to the conclusion that he’s driven by addiction; one hunger so severe that biting the hand that feeds can be written off as a necessary means.

he dismisses the manager with a smile and a nod, assures her it’s a matter he can handle, and meets the stranger where he stands without sacrificing his accommodating, professional touch. there’s a thickness to his voice and a weight to his eyelids that suggests he might have been nose-to-nose with this particular customer for hours—not unkind, but sanded down to something as raw as it is benign.

         ‘ may i help you? ’

[raymukada]

Favourite Quotes → Breaking Bad, S3E08. 

[bunchamemes]

BREAKING BAD | STARTERS send a prompt or send ✉ for a random starter. triggers apply.

the thing is, if you just do stuff and nothing happens, what’s it all mean? 

and i’m sorry, but that doesn’t make you a bad person. it makes you a human being. 

it’s like what they say: man plans and god laughs.

hang tough. you’re in the home stretch.  

that’s right. now say my name.

kicking the hell out of yourself doesn’t give meaning to anything. 

but i want you to know that you can be open with me. don’t hold anything back, okay?

someone has to protect this family from the man who protects this family.

i got people who depend on me. 

it’s all about accepting who you really are.

you did the only thing you could. i hope you understand that.

there’s blood on my hands, too.

it may be awhile before i get home. i love you.

right from the start, it’s a death sentence.

nice try, asshole.

so from here on out, this can go hard or easy. so what’s it gonna be?

remembering you that way wouldn’t be so bad.   

we love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours.

is this a good or bad thing?

i don’t sleep at night anymore. i freeze, i freeze up. my chest gets all tight, i can’t breathe. just…i panic.

i’ll be asking myself that for the rest of my life.

you know, it gets easier. i promise you that it does.

what the hell is wrong with you? i’m really asking.  

you don’t give a shit about me. 

i deserve whatever happens.

just a couple of days ago, you told me that a man held a gun to your head.

you know, i really think that would be good for you.     

you’re on thin ice, you little shithead.

tell me one more time to calm down! come on!

if that’s true – if you don’t know who i am – then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.  

i have nothing. no one. alright? it’s all gone.

if i had to put it in a word, i’d guess loyalty.

you need me to write it down for you?

the past is the past. nothing can change what we’ve done.   

just admit it. admit what you did. 

and a man, a man provides. and he does it even when he’s not appreciated or respected or even loved. he simply bears up and he does it. because he’s a man.

you know what i think? i think you accidentally told the truth.

shut the fuck up and let me die in peace.   

you kill me, you have nothing.

hell of a last couple of weeks. makes a man wonder exactly where he stands.

but until then, who’s in charge? me. that’s how i live my life.

i need you to help prevent an all-out war.   

just drop the whole concerned dad thing and tell me the truth.

you are tying up loose ends, and i don’t want to be one of them.

i’ve done a terrible thing. but i’ve done it for a good reason.   

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no icons, might drop in to plot, who wants something

[lesleymanville]

Look, once every twenty years you forget your place. There’s no place for emotion in this. You of all people should understand. Business is business.