okay this account is officially revamped and moved ! you can find me and my muses over on our new blog at @boundedbygrief !

andrea hates these things.  absolutely despises them,  in fact.  but,  it’s not like she has much of a choice when she knows it’s the only way she’s able to keep her son in her life.  she’s clean now but she knows she fucked up and fucked up big time.  of course,  she would argue that she was nowhere near brock when she broke her sobriety nor did she plan to be.  but,  she knew just how bad she could get and easily forgot where she was.  so,  these meetings were the best thing for her and brock.  and that’s all she wanted.  what was best for her son.  if that meant sitting through these meetings twice a week,  so be it. 

these last few weeks,  andrea has gained an attachment to one particular teenage girl that came into the meetings.  she didn’t talk much,  not less she was forced to.  she kinda reminded andrea of herself when she was her age.  so,  of course andrea noticed when she disappeared for a week and showed up with bruises.  the anger only begin to build,  the worry only overcoming the anger in the slightest.  so,  she waited until the group took a break for the girl to come out the bathroom.  

walking up to her,  a weak smile formed on her features with worry flickering in her eyes for the moment.  ❛  hey.  you doin’ okay?  ❜

@boundedbygrief

       the  fight  had  been  explosive.    perhaps  it’d  been  her  fault,   maybe  she’d  pushed  her  father  too  hard.    but  she  couldn’t  help  it   –   the  bruises  he’d  left  on  her  mother  were  too  much  for  her  to  take.   the  small  girl  had  ended  up  battered,   her  ribs  splattered  with  galaxy  shaped  bruises  that  spread  all  the  way  up  to  her  shoulders.     her  lip  had  been  split,   yet  again  —   and  the  white  of  her  eye  had  turned  red  from  the  blunt  force  of   her  father’s  fist.   it  was  too  much.   she’d  missed  a  week  of  school,   and  her  court  mandated  meeting  had  been  missed  for  the  first  time.   her  father  had  told  the  judge  she   was  sick,    and  there  were  no  further  questions.      but  this  week  she’s  back,   an  oversized  hoodie  covering  the  majority  of  her  bruises.    her  lip  is  healing,  but  the  bruise  around  her  eye  was  still  just  as  bad  as  ever.   the  thin  girl  hasn’t  said  a  word,   the  words  being  shared  almost  muffled  as  she  blocked  it  all  out.   she  just  wanted  to  be  in  the  comfort  of  her  own  room.    her  arms  are  crossed  tightly  around  her  torso,   her  body  sunk  deep  into  the  chair.   scuffed  boots  squeak  on  the  tile  flooring  as  she  shifts,   head  lifting  for  a  second  to  make  eye  contact  with  the  woman  who’s  sharing.   as  soon  as  their  eyes  meet,   her  head  ducks.   she  curses  herself,   quickly  moving  to  stand  and  excuse  herself  to  the  bathroom.  she’d  put  concealer  on  the  bruise,  but  she  knew  it  didn’t  cover  much.  her  eye  was  bad –   maybe  even  bad  enough  to  scar.         she  sits  in  the  bathroom  for  the  rest  of  the  meeting,   hiding  away  from  any  kind  of  confrontation  that  may  be  awaiting  her.   when  she’s  sure  most  have  scattered,   or  at  least  went  outside  to  smoke  -    she  exits  the  bathroom  and  heads  back  toward  the  main  room.  

okay this account is officially revamped and moved ! you can find me and my muses over on our new blog at @boundedbygrief !

so i’m thinking abt revamping this blog and moving it because it’s a fucking mess but i’m not sure yet.

All I knew was, at some point, somebody had to burn it all down.

absolveres​:

      John studies her closely. He appreciates this game more than he likes to admit. To have knowledge that he barely hints at, just enough, he thinks to keep her tense, worried. The cards are in his hands, but he’s watching her reaction first. There have been times that he hasn’t had the information on hand, where he makes an assumption, only to see it proved right or wrong.

      ( in this case, he knows more ).

      He wears a smile, inauthentic, but radiating a learned warmth.    ❝ No, keeping secrets doesn’t. But the reason for keeping them… that’s what makes a difference. ❞    She’s wrong. Given that he knows which secret he’s aimed at, he knows just how interesting he thinks it is. But dangerous too. It’s why he’s there talking to her. The safety of their Project matters. And while John may not be the one to build an army, he’s the one who can read the room – the one who can catch those who aren’t authentic – those who would seek to harm them. He lets silence lapse for a moment, but his footsteps come closer, a tilt of his head and questioning gaze preceding what he wants to ask.

      ❝ How important is family to you? ❞    It’s a hint. A way of just barely disclosing what he knows.

his words click in her head easily,  brows furrowing in the slightest.  HE KNEW.  of course he knew.  he wasn’t stupid and neither was she.  he was the one who killed her father,  the one who probably sent his goons after her these last few weeks.  the mere thought,  the mere memory made her angry.  but,  kate knew better than to show it.  not with someone like him.  

he steps closer and she instantly steps back,  the heels of her shoes hitting the back of the wall.  she was trapped and she couldn’t help the fear that begin to overwhelm her thoughts.  he could kill her.  or,  worse.  she’s heard about john seed and his methods to get people to revert to his family's side.  not something kate was too confident that she could handle.  

❛  the most important thing in the world.  to me,  at least.  ❜

So, no matter what I do, hooray for me because I’m a great guy?

when andrea gets extremely mad,  her language will switch to spanish quickly and most times she doesn’t even notice until someone points it out.  

IT’S ONLY BEEN A FEW MONTHS.  a few months since she’s been released from the hospital,  a few months since she survived a direct gunshot to the head.  something that even the doctors didn’t see happening,  from what she heard.  a gunshot that close to the head should’ve killed her.  she’s well aware of that.  which is why she takes no chances dreading on the past.  it’s not like she remembers much anyways.  all she knows that someone who claimed to be a friend’s of jesse shot her in the head and the last she’s heard of it,  jesse was presumed dead or missing.  so,  there was nothing keeping her or brock in mexico.  so,  she moved as soon as it was safe for her to do any heavy moving.  

fingertips brush throughout her hair as she watches brock play with a little girl on the playground,  the heel of her boots tapping against the ground,  allowing her gaze to fall for a split second.  feeling someone sit next to her,  her nerves begin to build as hues darted over to the male.  they quickly calmed once she noticed his focus on the little girl.  

❛  is that your daughter?  she’s adorable.  the boy,  he’s my son.  ❜

plotted starter / @represaliia​ !

you are no longer a slave, bound and tortured, forced to cook heisenberg’s meth at the end of a chain like an animal. you are no longer JESSE PINKMAN. you leave him behind to die in that godless prison with mr. white. you’re going to miss him, but you’ll never see him again.

                                                YOU’RE FREE NOW.

                                                        ( promo by @seaspsds. )

 SAUL GOODMAN.

❛   the kid’s okay.    ❜ he tells her with this smile painted on his features. saul wasn’t going to pretend that he knew about jesse’s personal life. he didn’t. he tried to stay out of it as much as he could, because lord only knows that would just cause problem after godforsaken problem. but he could tell that this girl cared about him. he could see it in her eyes. it was the way kim looked at him, even when he was being the world’s biggest jackass.

saul wasn’t lying to her per-say, he didn’t know if jesse was good or bad. but no news was always good news. he would have heard if he was dead,

❛   you’re too pretty to worry so much.    ❜ he tells her with a wink.  ❛   he’ll come back around. he always does.    ❜

andrea can’t help the feeling of relief that runs throughout her body at his words,  visible in her eyes for a split second.  she couldn’t help the way that her mind always went to the worse case scenario,  it didn’t help that jesse wasn’t coming to visit himself or even answering her calls.  so,  she had every reason in the book to worry.  girlfriend or not,  she happened to care about what happened to jesse.  

hues dart over to brock at the table,  inhaling softly before hues narrow up at the male momentarily before ignoring the comment.  

❛  i don’t care if he doesn’t come back around or if he does,  ❜  a lie.  ❛  it’d just be nice to know if he’s dead in a ditch somewhere or alive ever once in awhile.  that’s all.  so,  do me a favor and tell him that.  ❜

gcdspride​:

MICAH REALLY WANTED TO GET HERSELF to believe that. she desperately wanted to believe it - but micah can’t. the rook can barely hold prolonged eye contact with joey or even look at her on most days. the guilt. it’s too much. how does one apologize for not taking too long in getting to them from torture and pain? ‘ – okay – okay. i – i’m sorry. i should have kept it together. i didn’t mean to trouble you. ‘ micah was looking off to the side - as again she can’t look at joey. ( i’m so sorry, joey. )

joey’s picked up on the way that micah has avoids her gaze and her in general.  there’s only one real explanation that she can think of and it’s that she blames herself for what happened with john seed.   joey didn’t talk much about it and she didn’t plan to either but she did want her to know that none of this was her fault.  ❛  hey,  you’re not bothering me.  i promise.  we’re still friends.  ❜

El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie (2019)

kraknife.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄’𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓,  before  a  simple  nod  of  his  head.     ❛  Deal.     I’ll  remember  earplugs  next  time.  ❜     a  grin  is  cast  lazily  over  to  her.     shoulders  roll before  there’s  a  slight  wince.     ❛  Shit.     I’m  gonna  be  sore  tomorrow.     That  big  guy  did  a  number  on  me.  ❜     despite  the  agony  he’ll  be  in  the  next  morning,  he  wouldn’t  change  the  outcome  of  this  fight  for  anything.     taking  down  the  quote  unquote  bad  guys  was  all  part  of  the  thrill.          ❛  How’re  you  feeling?     Any  blood?  ❜

hues dart over him for a moment,  concern flickering in emerald eyes for a spilt second.  he didn’t seem too hurt,  not any life threatening wounds.  the concern leaves when she meets his gaze,  exhaling a sharp breath before shaking her head.  ❛  nothing i can’t deal with.  ❜

okay i’m going mobile for the night but i start my classes on monday so i will be trying to do all my drafts/asks throughout my blogs tomorrow and queueing them.  i will still be active considering everything is online but just in case,  i wanna have a queue built up.