#methdrip

[venturebro]

@methdrip​ cont.  ✌️

“Oh GEEZE well is that all?” He can’t help the sarcasm that drips from his tone as he gingerly peaks out from behind the cover of the table. He honestly wasn’t expecting the sight that he gets. That guy... well. He looked like a wimp. He was a little more built than Dean sure but it didn’t take much. Apparently they just let anyone with a firearm be considered a threat these days. 

“Oh.” It’s a little bored now as he sinks back onto the ground and fiddles with his communicator watch, “Hey Brock, there’s some guy robbing the pizza place I’m in, don’t think I’m in REAL danger but I wanted to let you know just in case. I’ll get back to the X1 when this wraps up.” Click. With any luck this’ll be over there before Brock even sees the message. 

“Don’t think we’ve ever stopped here before.” he finally answers, “Do the shops really get robbed so often that it’s commonplace?” 

[killypool-archived]

@painmade / @methdrip

[kakkaroach]

❛ what is this, this ‘bad person’ stuff? y’know i mean, like, there’s hitler and then there’s, well, everybody else. life --- it’s a one big confusing gray area and nothing else. no such thing as good and bad. right? ❜

@methdrip sc.

[futurepop]

@methdrip liked for a starter.

  “Jesse, look! We match now.” The android puts a beanie on her head and grins. Of course because it’s Eve though, it is pink and glittery. 

[lwyrsdaughter-a]

"Happy birthday, baby."

JADE’S BIRTHDAY BASH!!

@methdrip

Her lips pull up into a smile that’s softer than silk, gazing over at Jesse who’s sticking multi-colored candles into a cake, ❝ Thanks. ❞

Jesse burrows a thirty-fourth candle into white vanilla frosting and funfetti flavored cake hidden beneath it, then resting his hands at either side of his self made confection. The two of them look down at it sitting on the counter, partially reflecting on another year of her life passing, and another one spent together in the brief silence that passes before she realizes something is missing.  When she notices it, Jade reaches over and grabs another yellow candle, gently driving it into the cake right next to the ‘A’ in ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’.              ❝ You forgot, one more for good luck. ❞ Her words are spoken in a playful tone, the grin on her face not faltering for even a split second.

Year after year Jade’s had that same boxed cake, adorned with the same colorful candles, the same person sitting across from her and lighting them inside of the same Alaskan house. It hasn’t always been perfect, but as long as he’s there with her Jade wouldn’t  have it any other way. Together, they light each of the candles.

Jesse sings her a soft and low birthday song, then telling her to make a wish as the fire burning atop of the candles illuminates their faces in the low lit kitchen. She thinks for a second, but Jade already knows exactly what she’s going to wish for, it’s what she wishes for every year. Peace. For her, for Jesse,  even for her father and everyone who is still haunted by the ghost of Heisenberg like they are. Nowadays, she can’t think of much else to wish for. It’s the one thing left she wants and knows – or hopes is still somehow possible.

Jade blows out the candles and as the light that came from them is snuffed out she whispers an❝ I love you, ❞ so quiet she wasn’t completely sure if Jesse could have heard it.

[o188]

@methdrip // cont. because i need some cute in my life rn.

         Since meeting Jesse, Sonny can’t stop smiling. The younger man is A MESS, sure --- but there’s something about him that keeps drawing the undercover detective back in. He’s been busy with work, with trying to make friends in the right circles --- but these circles liked to hang around bars and it turned out? Jesse Pinkman did, too. It’s barely been a week but they’ve warmed up to each other well enough that Sonny ISN’T holding back compliments, especially with one or two drinks in his system. He likes this, this little mask he’s wearing this time. 

        “GAY, but true; I could listen to it all day. What’s number one? I wanna see if I can top it.” I wanna see if I can top you ends up ringing in his mind as he sips his drink and he chuckles at his own line of thinking --- at his own INTENTIONS. He’s glad to be in this one on his own without a wire. Without voices in his ear telling him what to do, because surely they would be angry and warning him about getting sidetracked. He knows. Really, he does. But it’s not stopping him, tonight.

[relvctari-blog]

@methdrip // cont. because fuck me up honestly.

A nod is offered first as fingers tap away at buttons; eyes glued to the screen as he moves his character around and risks shaking trees. It’s been comfortable, hanging out with Jesse. His therapist ( whom his mother has insisted he stop dodging ) would probably be happy to know he was back to communicating --- even spending time --- with people, again. For almost a year he’d refused to leave the house but now he was in someone else’s. It’s been a little nerve-wracking, but he’s been happy. Excited.  Crushing, a little, too. “Cherry’s badass.” A quick quip as he listens to a heartbreak that has him lowering his 3DS a bit as his attention suddenly shifts. Monty’s head turns and somehow they are closer than he remembers but that fact doesn’t interrupt the intensity in his gaze. “Dude.” He actually looks awake rather than damn near ready to nod off --- and it’s exactly the kind of energy he needs. Jesse is good for him, in this respect.

“Kyle. Fucking Kyle --- he’s a wolf. I mailed him letters everyday --- I had a picture of him on my fireplace as like a goddamn shrine in-game we were so tight and I didn’t play for months after he left. I was too sore over losing him. I destroyed my town. He lives at my campsite on Pocket Camp, now. He’s, like. Never allowed to leave.”

[salepourritures]

ID: JESSE PINKMAN  /  @methdrip

            YOU HAVEN’T DROPPED BY IN DAYS nor replied to any of her texts or calls / not knowing where you are or with whom is slowly driving her crazy. she feels sick / crazy scenarios unfolding in her mind / each one worst than the last. she hasn’t been able to focus, sleep nor eat for the past forty-eight hours / pacing around the house / nervously gnawing on her thumb when she isn’t punching holes in the walls out of sheer frustration. she even stopped receiving clients / kicking out the first few who came by until ultimately locking her door for good. 

             her heart leaps when the familiar sound of your knock disrupts the heavy silence the house is shrouded in. in a second she’s at the door / her trembling hands clumsily unlocking it before she slams it open / freezing in place when her gaze falls onto your disheveled form / speechless.