Mad stacks, yo!

You heard about it, right- the blue stuff? The word is it's like magic; an explosion behind your eyes and suddenly it's like..an astral thing. You know, out of body. Every thing's interesting and nothing matters. And every jibbhead from here to Timbuktu wants a taste. And between you and me...I'm selling if you're buying. ((Indie RP/Ask blog for Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad. All fandoms; OC friendly. Non-RP blogs welcome. Mun/Muse +18. NSFW content to be expected))

[xwhatsyourdamageheatherx-deacti]

this brings tears to my eyes every time i watch

[imtheblowfishbitch]

"Uh- you may not have noticed, but I just got here, yo. And I’m  later than I would’ve been if I didn’t need to pick you up some damn munchies,” he picked up the bag and shook it to emphasize his point.  “What hell you need snacks for anyway? What, you forget to to cut the crust off your PB&J?”  He asked, crossing with long strides to the lockers and began peeling off his jacket.

"That reminds me, we need to set some hours around here. You know, a schedule,"  he said pulling on his lab attire. "I can’t be at your beck and call at all hours, it’s not ethical. Believe it or not, I got a life outside of this," he bit back a yawn. He’d been up late the night before with Andrea. He’d gone out to dinner with her and Brock the night before, took ‘em to go see a movie afterward- Cars 2.  Brock had loved it. Brought along his bright red nascar and pretended to be Lightning  McQueen the whole ride home. It made Jesse smile, picturing the little guy making whirring noises, gliding the wheels of his toy across the window of his car. Everything just felt so…he wasn’t sure, to be honest. He felt normal when he was with them. Like he was part of a family he had no business being a part of. Though he constantly worried that he would bring trouble down on them.  "Besides, didn’t  you say we were ahead this week? Or did Emperor Palpatine suddenly  up the ante on us?" He asked, referring to Gus.

[enantiopurity]

"The idea," Walt said, rooting through the bag of goodies, "is continued efficiency. Keeping up the momentum while we’re ahead, rather than—" A brief wave of his hand. "—resting on our laurels." As he retrieved a granola bar to scarf down, he looked over at Jesse and clarified, "By the way, Gus has nothing to do with this. This is about doing the job, and doing it right.”

A blatant lie, of course. “Continued efficiency”? Continued bullshit was a better term for it. Walt was distracted, disheveled—at least as disheveled as a bald guy could get. He hadn’t had a proper night’s sleep in ages, and now he seemed intent on working both of them to the bone just to remain awake and in motion and in control. These days, it felt as though he could exert precise control over the chemistry, and very little else. Working at the lab remained a comforting constant in his life.

Not that he’d gotten anywhere beyond switching on the lights and warming up the machines while waiting for Jesse. For the most part, he’d just sat there twiddling his thumbs, staring blankly at the empty husks of lab equipment. Missing the synergy of their teamwork.

No, not missing. That was too strong a word for it.

Crumpling up the empty wrapper, he shook off that uncomfortable feeling of dependence and came over to join Jesse. “You said something about schedules? And something about having… a life?” He continued in a condescendingly patient tone, as if he were humoring a small child by playing along, “And what, pray tell, does your ‘life outside of this’ consist of, hmm?”

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Resting on our--   Jesse felt like scoffing, but knowing he'd never hear the end of it he held back.  Zipping up his protective outer wear dutifully and shutting up his locker, he moved towards Mr. White, opening the box of cheez-its, the crackling plastic sounding incredibly loud in their little basement-dungeon- meth super lab. 

"You say that  like you're some kinda boss or something," he said harmlessly without looking at Mr. White, throwing a few cheesy crackers in his mouth. "Did you forget that we're just employees? We don't control shit." All  they had was the illusion of control. Yeah, Mr. White could cook night and day until the fucking cows, but that didn't change the fact that all they'd have at the end of it all was more meth. After all, they got paid regardless of how much they produced so long as they met their quota.  "So long as we make 200 lbs a week, we're good right? We don't get paid extra for the surplus, so why bother?"   Working beyond what was the baseline  felt like unnecessary work to Jesse. The only people who put in extra work  with out being asked and without any incentive were try-hards  with dreams of moving up, which wasn't an option in their case as far as Jesse could see.  Gus was and always would be the boss. It would take an act of divine intervention to change that.

When asked about his "life"  Jesse hesitated. He wasn't sure how much he wanted anyone from this life- his work life- to know about Andrea and Brock, including Mr. White.   The fewer who knew about them the safer they'd be. "Just, y'know, places I like to go,  people I like spending time with," he decided on after a moment. "I need time- like, recreational.I can't always be working when it's convenient for just  your  precious schedule."

[larmoyante]

I’m sorry you were not truly loved and that it made you cruel.

Warsan Shire (via sjkese)

[captainhanski]

[imtheblowfishbitch]

miss-stonem started following you

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Jesse gave a wry smile, “Well alright then,”  he turned the keys in the ignition and pulled out onto the road.  The trip was a fast one, not  seven minutes.  Pulling in front of his house, you’d never suspect the chaos happening within.  For all the world it looked like a perfectly respectable house, spacious and neat. The perfect place to raise a family. It was only until they got closer and could hear the rhythmic pounding of his sound system seeping through the walls that anything seemed amiss.

He glanced over his shoulder at Effy, having second thoughts about bringing her here. Her eyes. He could actually feel the searing burn of their judgement. Again, they were not unlike Jane’s.

Finally, he pushed open the door and the illusion of family-friendly, white picket-fence was shattered. Inside  revealed  a sea of thrashing bodies, roiling in time to the cacophonous beat. Hell, but if Jesse could recognize ten of them. Badger’s and Skinny’s friends, some of ‘em. And the rest? Word of mouth, he guessed. Honestly he didn’t know how they all got here, but he was glad they did. It was dark, but the graffiti sprayed sloppily on his own walls and the garbage that littered the floor was clearly visible. 

"Stay close and watch your step," He called into her ear over the blaring speakers. He lead her through the writhing throng and by some miracle found an empty place across the room on the sofa.  "You want something to drink?" He shouted.  "—Water, or soda, I mean?" he amended quickly, not knowing her opinion on alcohol.

[miss-stonem]

Walking into the kitchen behind the man, Effy laughed slightly. Water or soda? Oh no, not for this girl. “Where’s the drinks? Like, real drinks?” she said with a smirk.

The party was a little crowded, but Eff didn’t seem to mind. She’d been to some crazy parties before, this was certainly not the worst. Hell, the brunette had just had some crazy times in general. 

[imtheblowfishbitch]

 "Wha- seriously?" one corner of his mouth lifted into a smile "Right on, Effy!"   The counter was a menagerie of alcoholic wonder. A whole rainbow, of magic juices that could make your head spin 180 degrees. He grabbed a red solo cup from a stack that had fallen over, and filled it with ice from the freezer.  "How does the lady like her drink?" He asked her and with a sly smile. "We got it all here- tequila, vodka, rum, whiskey, hell- we've even got some scotch if you're feeling like an old British man."

[stuffofoddities]

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts [Part III]

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"You mean everything to me."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I miss you so very much."

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"Just five more minutes."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"What are we doing here?"

"Do you trust me?"

"That sounds painful."

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"That was a bad plan."

"That sounded easier in the book."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"This seems familiar." 

"You lied to me!"

"Are you threatening me?"

"Is that my shirt?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Explain yourself."

“Sometimes I want to be alone, but right now I need you.”

“Open the damn door!”

“Yeah, I did it. What do you want? An apology?”

“So that’s it. This is the end?”

“Where were you when I needed you?”

“You did that on purpose!”

“How could you hurt me like this?”

“Get off of the road!”

“Take me to bed now or lose me forever.”

[sluttysobriety-deactivated20140]

"THE KRYSTAL SHIP"

[imtheblowfishbitch]

"Hey yo!" Jesse exclaimed lumbering gracelessly  behind the woman with a jug of gasoline, terrified she would open the door. But when she turned around, he skid to a halt. No way in hell… What were the odds that he’d run into this chick again?  He racked his brain trying to remember her name.  “Uhh-Tiffany, right? This your house?” Or course it was. Of all the houses in Albuquerque. Then again, maybe it wasn’t so bad. After all, she seemed sorta cool, if not perpetually angry. “Don’t worry, we’ll be gone in a few. Just broke down, nothing serious.” 

[sluttysobriety-deactivated20140]

Tiffany turned sharply to meet the bawling male that clumsily came up from behind her. She recognised the blue-eyed male, and he seemingly recognised her too. Her eyes rolled slightly at the coincidence and nodded her head to answer his question. “Nice to see you too … Jesse,” Tiffany replied sarcastically. No matter how she tried to make the statement bitter and untrue, she knew it wasn’t.

It was nice to see someone. People had been avoiding her like the plague ever since she got fired. Tiffany blanked out his rambling with a wave of her hand, and shook her head at his attempt of acting aloof. She glanced back to take another look at the RV before looking back at Jesse, with a small smile she reached behind her and knocked her knuckles against the metal door. “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Jesse laughed nervously, abandoning the gasoline as  he inched his way between Tiffany and the door to the RV.   "Ahh- you don't really wanna see this old thing do you? I'm not gonna lie to you it's pretty dirty. Like, god-awful stench and everything. Not  really a sight for a lady like you." he voice was searching and a little desperate- like he was grasping at words. It was just his luck he'd break down on his way back from dropping off Mr. White. If he was here, he'd know what to say to get rid of her.

[desertmotors]

De Tomaso Pantera, Ferrari 348 and 328

[imtheblowfishbitch]

The night was hot and so dry the skin on his fingers was beginning to crack. A cigarette...

[itscallieemerson-deactivated201]

@Itscalliex

[itscallieemerson-deactivated201]

Callie sniffled once again,rubbing her nose and she shrugged,biting her lower lip,''You'll get sick of hearing me bitch eventually. Everybody does once I start to open up. This might sound weird,we just met,but I feel like I can trust you already. I don't know-You're just...easy to talk to,I guess.''She glanced over at Jesse,giving him a small smile,and looked down at the drug once it was on the coffee table,her tongue licking her lips,eager to try it. She was excited,but at the same time,nervous. She wasn't sure how she'd react or what she'd do after trying it. She sighed,shaking her head,''No. No,that's where you're wrong. There's not a single person on this planet that loves me. I know that,Jesse. My mom...she was the only one who loved me. And don't even get me started on my old man.''She said,swallowing a bit before continuing,''He blames me for my mom's death. He says its my fault she's gone. I fucking hate him. Sometimes,and I know this sounds really shitty,but I wish it was him who had died,and not her.''She felt the guilt wash up,and it was quick,something she couldn't ignore once it washed over her completely,and she chewed on her cheek,''Let's snort it.''She said,looking over at him,and she went right for it,leaning down,plugging one side of her nose,and used the other to snort up the pretty blue dust,and once she did,she shook her head after she was done,feeling it burn her nose a bit,but it didn't bother her much. She was used to pain by now.

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Jesse blinked,  "Wow, no warning or nothin'- you just go straight in for the kill, don'tcha?" He watched her carefully, judging her reaction before turning  his attention to his own powdery line. Jaw clenched, he swallowed a lump in his throat; he shouldn't mess with his clean streak, but he  was hankering for a hit so bad it was painful. It was those withdrawal symptoms they warn you about. They say you should fight through it, but to hell with that. Besides,  Jesse liked to think he had a solid grip on his addiction. In fact, he was reluctant to say he was ever truly addicted to the stuff, always convinced that he used out of a  conscious choice  rather than an acquired physical dependency.  So  he could handle one hit and never use again if he wanted, go back to his clean streak like he never skipped a beat no problem.  And so it was with that logic that Jesse went in to snort his own line. The sharp granules stung his nostrils, but the drug went straight up to his head. Like a light bulb going on- or going off, as some would say. The familiar leap in his chest, like a jack hammer. The fireworks behind his eyes.   Gasping, he rolled his head in a slow circle. Letting himself fall backwards into  the cushions of his sofa, he  looked to Callie.  That she should trust him so soon made him want to laugh out loud. Or maybe that  was the meth.  She didn't know the first thing about him. To her, he was just some dude she met at the one of the skummiest meet-ups in Albuquerque whom she was now snorting crystal meth with. Yeah, things must be  God-awful for her to trust him so soon.  Emilio's bloody remains destroying his house, killing Tuco, Jane's over dose- it all flashed in front of him with overwhelming vividness. He smiled ironically, rubbing his eyes.  "It's real cute that you trust me so much," he said, his voice heavy with meth. "And by cute I mean fucking crazy. Who trusts someone who gives her meth and vodka within the first two hours of meeting?" He peered at her between his fingers. "You feelin' okay, kid?"

[gonnabreakbadarchive]

Breaking Bad Role Player Masterlist

Please reblog this is you are a Breaking Bad canon character or original character to be added to this masterlist. Be advised that two months of inactivity will result in being removed from the list.

[imtheblowfishbitch]

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[imtheblowfishbitch]

What's your honest opinion about Gus?

Gus—? I don’t know, man, the guy’s   not… right. He’s a fucking genius, for sure, but  no one’s that detached except maybe for psychopaths.  Scares the living shit outta me.

________

Gus’ is the  attention that you crave  despite of yourself. The good kind, that is. It’s like when you are both proud and relieved  to make friends with the bully on the playground because it means you’re part of an elite few and, most importantly, you won’t be harassed any more. But it’s forever a fine line you walk.

For Jesse, it’s that plus a little something more.  After watching Victor’s murder he was petrified of the man, and angry. Thought   of him as monstrous. But as  Gus began placing trust in Jesse little by little, the dynamic changed. In no way did Jesse warm to Gus per se, but there was a part of him that reveled in the feeling of someone trusting him with important tasks.  Of course, he never let his guard down and in the end stayed intrinsically loyal to Walter White.

[petite-powerhouse-deactivated20]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

[infinitomuses]

I LOVE THESE PLEASE

[archive-sieralonapprentice-deac]

((The more challenging the question, the better. :D))

[everything-written-down]

The moment I realized for myself that this show means business. 

[ztan-deactivated20150821]

[imtheblowfishbitch]

Jesse blinked at the sound of the dial tone. Curt bastard. He pulled on a pair of pants and grabbed his keys before stepping out into the blinding sunlight. He stopped at the nearest Walmart, tempted to buy a whole truckload of funyans out of spite. He sighed, what  was he supposed to get that the grouch would like? Baby carrots, or some shit? 

Eventually, he settled on a box of granola bars and a couple of sodas, grabbing some cheddar cheez-its for himself.   Leaving the store, he set off for his day  job. At a meth lab. 

Pulling into the industrial laundry,  he nodded  to a few of the employees who nodded back at him knowingly  as he made his way to the back behind one of the giant dryers that hid the entrance to their lab. 

He crossed the grating and climbed down the stairs,  dropping the bag filled with food unceremoniously onto the table that held their coffee. “Hopefully all is to your liking, your highness,” he said, scathingly sarcastic.

[enantiopurity]

"Uh-huh…" Walt mumbled. Not that he’d given the bag and its contents—or Jesse, for that matter—so much as a single glance, what with his head poked halfway into one of the lab’s industrial-sized tanks. All the better to check for residue; only a clean cook was an acceptable cook, after all.

He quit shining his flashlight around long enough to straighten up and glance over at Jesse, blinking as if noticing him for the very first time. When the haze of preoccupation clouding his thoughts cleared, he went, “Oh, you’re here.”

Beat.

"Why aren’t you dressed? We should’ve started—" He pulled his hazmat suit sleeve up with a rustle to check his watch, a displeased frown creasing his face. In his all-too-familiar judgey-judge apply yourself tone, as he got down and came over to inspect the loot: “Remind me to get you an alarm clock.”

[imtheblowfishbitch]

"Uh- you may not have noticed, but I just got here, yo. And I'm  later than I would've been if I didn't need to pick you up some damn munchies," he picked up the bag and shook it to emphasize his point.  "What the  hell you need snacks for anyway? What, you forget to to cut the crust off your PB&J?"  He asked, crossing with long strides to the lockers and began peeling off his jacket.

"That reminds me, we need to set some hours around here. You know, a schedule,"  he said pulling on his lab attire. "I can't be at your beck and call at all hours, it's not ethical. Believe it or not, I got a life outside of this," he bit back a yawn. He'd been up late the night before with Andrea. He'd gone out to dinner with her and Brock the night before, took 'em to go see a movie afterward- Cars 2.  Brock had loved it. Brought along his bright red nascar and pretended to be Lightning  McQueen the whole ride home. It made Jesse smile, picturing the little guy making whirring noises, gliding the wheels of his toy across the window of his car. Everything just felt so...he wasn't sure, to be honest. He felt normal when he was with them. Like he was part of a family he had no business being a part of. Though he constantly worried that he would bring trouble down on them.  "Besides, didn't  you say we were ahead this week? Or did Emperor Palpatine suddenly  up the ante on us?" He asked, referring to Gus.

[imfuckingup-blog]