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a stranger speaks like a scoundrel, like a smudge on the lens: and nacho varga knows the feeling, (miles and minutes previous, ignacio felt the rubble-ridden, stone-smacked, graceless gift of the gravel against his cheek. he knew the pavement, the pivots, the pointed gun against his back; memorized the massacres, the middlemen, the mouth-shaped messages he passed along.) but, moments and memories aside, that version of him is no more.

yo, lay off of me, man, gritted teeth grunt out, and nacho can almost feel the compounded cement crease against the other's feet. tremble to an expected fall. (but this man's fall feels closer to something albuquerque's seen plenty of. a crumble that fits right into play. abq losers grow up, get smart, and think high-highs amount to an absence of low-lows. nacho knows, maybe more than most, that that's a load of shit.) so, realistically, their stories fit like pieces to separate puzzles. roads of experience, that lead in different directions. ignacio varga, by all accounts, has no want to sit back in that driver's seat.

and even if he did, those times are gone. "yeah," regardless, he exhales out a chuckle. shortens a breath to a mirthless smirk. "you just go around to watch buildings get demolished, then." a pointed glance to the surroundings resounds once more. his voice remains a low rumble, despite the spitting spout of a spat that stirs between the two. "surprising." a beat, as nacho turns his weight to the other side. "last i was around, recreational activities were more lively."

lights, camera, action:  a grand finale, brass fanfares blaring, spectators hooting and hollering. we won, mister white pacified him, and shook his hand with such force that jesse was half-expecting to hear him hacking up a lung. seized by a swell of panic, of contrition, he promptly chided himself for the thought. no further blows would descend upon them. no more kids would be harmed at their behest. nothing would blight their success.  (  gustavo fring sat on a wall. gustavo fring had a great fall. all the king’s horses and all the king’s men... you get the gist.  )

cut to the intermission. every waking hour wasted on licking his proverbial wounds. lying prone and pliant beneath andrea's cheetah-printed blanket  (  leopard, she crooned once he'd brought it up, a vision in the velveteen dusk, baby, that’s a different animal  ),  staving off the bi-nightly circuit of charred cadavers. droppers and bent spoons. the sonorous whirr of a helicopter. the trek toward the mexican border. gus’ legion of disposable mercenaries, living artifacts of a terrible reign, relinquishing the keys to his piggy bank. mister white’s vitriol, its relentless thrum, rattling off jesse’s infractions one by one by— 

“  yo, lay off me, man.  ”  he grits out, jaw jutting forward, nosediving into the fury that snap-crackle-pops somewhere within him.  “  what, just ‘cause i’ve been around, that means i’m supposed to give a crap about his business? it's not like i even knew the guy.  ”

#replies. #re: ignacio varga. #tocook #translation: BARK BARK BARK BARK GROWL BARK BARK BARK #violence cw

[lphofficial]

whats up lph fans its nacho varga time

#bites at the dash

[lphofficial]

something i think about often with jane and jesse is how much their relationship is romanticized. as an addict, it blows my mind to see how much it is skewed by people. jesse and jane had a whirlwind romance, and while i love them dearly, it is undeniably an addict to addict relationship. it is undeniably a relationship that so easily could skew into associating the other individual with drugs, themselves. they knew each other for such a small amount of time before falling into this romance, and previous to that, jane didn't even label jesse as her boyfriend or significant other. addict to addict relationships are messy. they are often surged forward in high-adrenaline, impulse moves. does it mean that there wasn't love and care there? of course not! but does it mean that their relationship isn't the romance of the century, and should probably not be regarded as the fairytale that could've been? yeah, in my opinion, it shouldn't. relationships are messy, complicated, and nuanced. there is an ability for them to live on both sides of the fence.

it is entirely and fully possible for jesse and jane to have had some level of care and love for one another, and also not have been good for each other at that time. it is entirely and fully possible for jesse and jane to have been capable of better, to have had something good for one another, but weren't given the opportunity and time to flourish, because of horrifically cruel, selfish, and cold behavior from walter. something that is important to me is that jane was a longstanding addict, in a relationship with another longstanding addict. their relationship was short lived. they didn't even make it to 4 months of knowing each other. and they may have had some level of love and care for one another, but i think it's also important to ask how much jesse really knew about her. i think it's important to ask how grief can cement in idealization and romanticization, and begin to dissect out what that can mean for someone who, we canonically see, have mass amounts of guilt and regret and metaphorically carries this penance and cross from the remorse he holds. i think it's important to remember he didn't even know her birthday.

#since i have miss jane margolis on my muse list i must state my truths #addiction cw #death mention cw

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even as we breathe.

dialogue prompts from even as we breathe: a novel by annette saunooke clapsaddle.

my plan didn't quite work the way i thought it would.

you sure have a way with words.

should i be afraid?

empathy is fossilized in our bones.

if you keep your mouth shut and your ears open, you might just learn a thing or two.

there's rumors about this place, you know.

sometimes i poke fun when i'm on edge.

i want to be respected, not respectable.

just ignore me. heck, everyone else does.

have you ever felt like everybody was staring at you?

your demeanor is distinctly unwelcoming.

humility has its place.

don't do anything to get yourself fired.

nothing scary about nothingness. it's the something you should be afraid of.

you didn't play games going up?

i never feel like people are telling me the whole truth.

everyone has their own take, their own theory.

biblical references aren't exactly my forte.

but how will i know when i'm done?

you don't need to lie to make me feel better.

it's just how i was raised.

tell me about your family.

i'm surprised you don't already know all my business. everybody else sure does.

you speak of the dead so easily.

thought i might have to wake you for dinner.

is this your hiding place?

i'm not scared. i'm mad.

you make odysseus look like a joyrider.

not all love is made of equal parts.

what's wrong with you today?

everything okay back home?

it's not forever. just try to remember that.

just trying to stay out of trouble.

you can't prepare yourself for things like this.

you knew and you didn't tell me.

it's too early in the morning for ghost stories.

you were always my soft place to land.

i need you to see me.

i thought i was protecting you.

i do care about you. you're my best friend.

something about war buddies ties people together forever.

there's always at least an ounce of truth in storytelling.

sometimes i think you've seen more than you've told me.

i can't imagine leaving without you.

you truly can be such a raincloud.

i got used to it. i didn't know anything else.

i don't mean to lay a bunch of heavy stuff on you.

sometimes the answers are not the ones you want to hear.

sometimes you have to decide if you want truth or peace.

i can't believe we're having a conversation about this.

what's happening to me?

i'm not sure i'd be able to teach you, but i can try.

i don't mind listening. listening is easy.

i'm sure you'll find the right home, in the end.

sometimes not knowing your own story is the most damaging thing of all.

i once had to be quiet to survive.

i thought i told you i didn't want to see you again.

you sure can't catch a break, can you?

i never knew how to ask.

you're too mean to let anything keep you down for too long.

nobody deserves to die alone.

you've used me up.

do you think i love ____ more than i love you?

i do love you. i always will. but we have to accept the hands we're dealt.

when i was young, i wanted nothing more than to get as far away from here as i could get.

#prompts. #hello

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[lphofficial]

had this in my brain ever since @gsfring said it to me earlier so here is my gift to the dash before i take a nap

#out.

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hi cheezbot

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