[lwyrsdghtr]

I DON'T WANT TO HURT YOUR FEELINGS, BUT THE TRUTH IS, YOU'VE NEVER MATTERED ALL THAT MUCH TO ME...

#LWYRSDGHTR: an original character made for breaking bad / better call saul. independent & selective.

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what if i like. actually posted on here instead of just lurking to see what my favs are up too

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for @themacabrebarbie’s jane

rehab for jade is like a foreign and desolate planet. a place where she’s forced to face the despair of her past, and the litany of huge mistakes. she’ll attempt nearly anything not to, so when faced with the chance to get to know other inhabitants of their facility she’s willing to talk to nearly anyone. but the other young woman who was in that afternoon's therapy group made her genuinely curious.

after the session lets out she takes a moment to hang back, and after most others have cleared the area she finally speaks up. “hey,” she says tentatively, “weren’t feeling too talkative during group today, huh? me neither, honestly.”

hands fold and slip into the pockets of an old hoodie, “i’m jade, by the way. don’t know if you remember.”

[arcadeian-moved]

ㅤrunning a law firm wasn't his original plan for his future, but sometimes things simply fall into place as they should. and sometimes things are thrust upon you by way of coaxing and persuasion. strong - arming. an obligation, one might call it. no, it wasn't his plan at all, but over the years, he's come to appreciate what he brings to the firm.

ㅤhis talents in the courtroom are finely honed through years of studying under his father's legal partner, but his true enthusiasm and prowess shine in dealing with the firm's clients. you'd be hard pressed to find a man more eager to help others. chin high, he strides through the endless hallways of HHM, a well - oiled machine he works tirelessly to keep running smoothly.

ㅤit's then that he notices a familiar face — too young to be an employee, but here nearly often enough to be on payroll. " jade! how nice to see you. " to a cynical eye, his emphatic greeting might sound insincere, even excessive, but anyone who’s spent several minutes with howard hamlin knows he’s nothing if not genuine. even his most rehearsed smiles come from a place of truth. he extends one hand for a brief shake, a glimpse of his teeth bared in that award - winning grin.

ㅤformalities complete, he raises the same hand, palm forward, in a polite refusal to her proffered snack. " oh, no thank you. trying to watch what i eat. " here, he pats his slim midriff in an almost comedic gesture ( as though he's ever allowed himself to fall out of shape ) lips still curled in a small smile. " but, i do appreciate the offer. making another snack run, i take it? "

[lwyrsdghtr]

      howard  had  always  been  kind,  kind  enough  to  allow  her  to  feel  comfortable  walking  their  halls.  most  employees  had  been  welcoming  —  offering  a  stark  contrast  to  the  feeling  she  had  when  walking  the  streets  of  illinois.  her  neighborhood  and  school  weren’t  much  of  a  community.  but their  ability  to  adapt  to  her  newfound  presence  made  her  more  than  happy  to  run  snacks  up  and  down  the  hallways.  

      “smart,”  she  says  after  he  declines,  holding  up  some  miscellaneous  snacks  and  candy  bars,  “and  yeah  —  some  of  these  guys  get  hungry.  guess  all  of  this  lawyer  stuff  makes  people  build  up  an  appetite.”  she  puts  forward  a  small  smile,  “i’m  going  to  the  break  room  after  this,  so  if  you  need  a  cup  of  coffee  or  something  dropped  off  –  let  me  know.”

    “got  a  busy  day  ahead?”  she  asks  after  a  silence  spent  repositioning  handfuls  of  food,  “seems  like  you  and  chuck  are  always  swamped.”  jade  had  been  around  more  than  long  enough  to  know  that  chuck  and  howard  both  took  their  positions  very  seriously, and it wasn't easy work.

[evermissing]

evermissing: an independent and selective multi-muse. featuring walter white junior from the breaking bad / better call saul universe and more. penned by marie.

[lwyrsdghtr]

like for a starter. im feelin crazy

[lwyrsdghtr]

YOU THINK THIS IS SOMETHING? YOU THINK THIS IS BAD? THIS … THIS CHICANERY?

lwyrsdghtr. an original character made for the breaking bad / better call saul universe. independent and selective. penned by marie.

promo by koiscarrds.

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“one person’s crazy is another person’s tuesday.” @slashaer’s nacho.

“i’ve had enough crazy days, okay?” jade isn’t one to use this tone with a person, her words are blunt, loud, unforgiving. but she’s been pushed to her limit due to the idea of her lasting standing family member — her father — being in some kind of real danger. it’s not like they’re on the best terms, in fact, she’s not even sure if she really wants him back. but no one has heard from him for too long, and the thought of going through yet another burial sends her into a panic.

“listen, if you or y’know — your crew know anything, could you just help me?” she pleads, wringer dry hands, “he’s probably way in over his head, wherever he’s at.”

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“i care more about authentic and honesty than fact.” @omniterror vinny.

“if i were you, i’d figure out a way to be honest and tactful,” she says, pursing her lips. she gives a slight and sheepish shrug, eyes flickering downward. “just saying, could be valuable.”

“i appreciate honesty, though,” when her gaze returns to him, her eyes reveal sincerity, “no matter how you deliver the truth — the fact that it’s real is what’s important.” so many things in her life had been hidden behind a veil for reasons she didn’t like to dwell on. nowadays, as long as someone was truthful she thought she could handle whatever it was they wanted to say. it was proving to be easier said that done, though.

“if you’ve got something you want to get off of your chest — you might as well say it.”

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im gonna be playing around with my formatting so. get ready for my threads to look a little chaotic

[packing-it-up]

Emmy Rossum in The Practice

6x01 The Candidate

[notmorbid]

happiness falls.

dialogue prompts from happiness falls by angie kim.

there's a fine line, if any, between optimism and willful idiocy.

why would you assume things can't go wrong just because they haven't yet?

hanging up an iphone isn't nearly as satisfying as slamming down a landline.

hope is dangerous.

intuition trumps intellect every time.

it isn't like i was keeping it a secret.

i'm working on seeming less bossy.

you are too old for this juvenile bullshit.

bring a first aid kit, just in case.

i never read the articles, only the cartoons.

i know what you're thinking. i'm thinking it, too.

i won't tell you not to worry, but take care of yourself.

sometimes it's the tiniest difference that can make the most difference.

are you a spy?

my life just isn't that interesting.

no shutting me out and trying to do everything yourself.

i have no idea what you're thinking, but i'm thinking i need coffee asap.

'greetings'? who in hell says 'greetings'?

i'll never scare you like that again.

don't force me to ask.

i wanted to just fucking die.

i feel badly about how we left things.

i thought we were open with each other.

shame is the most powerful and long-lasting emotion we have.

the best defense is a good offense.

stop talking. don't make it worse.

it's easy to be generous when you've taken so much.

i can't fall apart. someone has to get shit done.

i care more about authenticity and honesty than tact.

i didn't realize you still did that.

sometimes, in moments of great stress, we revert to childhood behaviors.

i love your sarcasm when it isn't pointed at me.

thinking and planning are luxuries we can't afford.

'no withholding anything from anyone'. that's my new mantra.

you have to save the highest penalty sin for last. build up slowly.

slow down. start from the beginning. what happened?

i don't care if i never find out what happened.

have you ever noticed how different things sound out loud instead of inside your head?

you can be honest without being cruel.

what are you hiding? i can see it behind you. what is it?

when you can't talk, people assume you can't understand.

i am a different person in english.

can you blame me?

sometimes semantics matter. words matter.

i'd rather give you the benefit of the doubt.

i would be horrible at your job.

you know a lot more than anyone's given you credit for.

a fucking break is what i want.

it did not feel 'rare', living through it.

everyone thought they were next.

there are some things you can't say out loud.

i'm glad we tried.

anger feels so much better than grief.

i don't like remembering it.

it's okay if the answer is no.

god, we're a mess.

this isn't a movie. this is real life.

if this was a 'choose your own adventure' book, what would you hope for?

when did you wake up?

there's no harm in hoping.

how long will i feel this way?

the first try is always the hardest, right?

the world should have to accommodate you, for once.

you can squeeze my hand when it hurts too much.

stop playing games and say what you mean.

you've been doubted long enough.

you doubted me, didn't you? just a little.

i don't want to forget. i want to remember.

i still have good days and bad.

[lwyrsdghtr]

@slashaer “what do you need from me?” - jules.

“ depends on what you’re offering, i guess. ” she replies, teeth chewing the inside of her cheek. she knows what jules might be expecting in response, but she won’t acknowledge it, won’t say it in fear of the idea somehow taking hold of her. she’s been sober long enough to feel pride, and doesn’t want to lose that on account of who she’s associating with. maybe deep down she wants jules around because she knows they’re tied a world jade swore she would pretend no longer existed.

any ulterior motive is pushed to the back of her mind, buried beneath what she convinces herself are good and genuine intentions. “ what i want need is a hot cup of coffee. and what i’d like is for you to join me. ”

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@forebodes chuck.

jade stands in the kitchen, illuminated by the dull glow of a lantern while she brews coffee. it’s a ritual, one she holds more dear than she’d care to admit. one that has taken place much more often ever since chuck could no longer stand to go outside. they have coffee, they talk. about whatever jade decides she’d like to talk about. coffee flows from the kettle and into two indigo mugs and she appears in the dining room a minute later, their warmth spreading in her palms.

chuck is at the table, putting together strips of shredded paper like pieces of a puzzle. she sets a cup of coffee down next to him and then takes up the seat beside him. “ you find whatever this old folks home is supposed to be hiding yet? ” she asks, peering over his shoulder and taking a sip from her mug. from the looks of it, the progress was going at a snail's pace. it was going to be a long night.

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@forebodes howard.

hamlin hamlin mcgill is not the ideal spot for a teenage girl to spend her time, but jade will take it. she’s made a habit of curling up in a particular spot in the break room while she pours over her school textbooks. you can tell when jade has been there simply by judging how the coffee supply has depleted. sometimes she wanders, making her way down to the mail room or the cornfield, as some employees oh so affectionately call it. most of the employees know she is by now, and she’s become somewhat of a runner for things like coffee and miscellaneous snacks from the vending machines. an afternoon can pass by easily enough like this.

while she’s on her way to drop off some snacks from the vending machine to some of the low level interns, she spots howard making his way down the same corridor. she doesn’t see much of him during work hours, nor chuck for that matter. their the namesakes, the busy ones, people she knows she shouldn’t pester. but a simple greeting wouldn’t be pestering, would it? no, she doesn’t think so.

“ hey mr. hamlin, ” she offers with a grin as she approaches, “ i’m here after school again. want a nutter butter? ”

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@topray

it’s a hole. one she’s burrowed and bury herself in. full of endless, endless nights of ecstasy. and mornings that hit like a thousand tons of waste, only reminding her of the need to find that hazy joy again. she walks hand in hand with her addiction these days. addiction is the friend who convinces her that no boundaries can’t be stepped over. there’s no gamble too risky, no rule unbroken. she’ll take anything from anyone, a cigarette, a ride, a hit. and give nearly anything in return.

tonight, she’s got some twenty dollar bills crumpled up in the pocket of a hoodie that originally belonged to god knows who. she stands in the midst of a party on the outskirts of town, people moving around her like the winds of a tornado. jade is in the eye of a storm that only keeps getting bigger and shattering pieces of her life she holds dear. she stands still as the chaos unfolds around her, people are taking hits, getting off, some guy in the corner is puking in a bucket. she watches the chaos unfold around her, dark eyes washing over the room until they rest on another still being. another girl, not too far away. jade makes up her mind quickly, she’s got a good feeling about this girl, this girl is going to lead her to a hit. jade just knows it.

she crosses the room, a sly expression laying itself across her face as she comes into the other woman’s view. “ hey, ” she says over the sound of someone playing god awful music in another room, “ are you good at doing favors? ”