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Ok, so, I was watching an reaction video to mds ep 6. And I don't know if anyone else has noticed it or not(or maybe I'm just blind or didn't acknowledge it)but I just noticed this card id and I think it's Alice's ID or SA card just like Nori's(Uzi's mother) and Yeva's(dolls mom).

I would explain why she new Uzi's mom(which is obvious) On Alice's card you can kinda see the numbers; I keep seeing different numbers but, I think it says 099 or something like that. Like I said you can't really see it anyway as much as I like to theorize more, I can't really think of anything right now and I also don't really know how to put them into words. Maybe later on I'll edit/change this when I know how to or if I come up with anymore ideas or even find anything else that is interesting. Let me know what you guys think! I'm interested in what other people think or say or what their theorizs are. Anyway I hope you guys have a great day, night or afternoon!

Breaking Bad & Better Call Saul x the “can I copy your homework” meme: my version

"I’ll help you with it!": Walter, Kim, Hank

"Yeah sure": Nacho, Flynn, Huell, Gale

"bold of you to assume I did the homework": Tuco, Todd

"lol nope": Lalo, Hector, Howard, Marie, Victor

"wait we had homework????": Jesse, Saul

*Read 5:55 PM*: Mike, Skyler, Gustavo, Marco, Leonel, Lydia

Bonus: *didn’t even read the message bc the phone burnt his hands & then he burnt the phone*: Chuck

In S1 E6 of Star Wars: The Bad Batch, they had that whole back and forth over the tactical droid head... am I the only one that thought of that tactical droid head that led the Ghost Crew to Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe from Star Wars: Rebels? I don't know if it's related, but I thought it was interesting... pity the head got destroyed, but the data's still intact...🤔

REASONS TO STAY: BOOK ONE.

SOMEONE TO STAY; Chapter One.

❛ 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩, 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘵’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. . . ❜

WORD COUNT. 2,369

BETA-READER. @fen1s ( show her some love! )

WATTPAD. AO3.

Experience Junkie

                I fell in love with an experience junkie.

You know the expression, “Those who burn twice as bright, burn half as long”?  Well, that was her.  She got off on always doing something a little better, a little crazier, a little more dangerous than what she did the day before.  Immediately, I knew I was in over my head; if I didn’t keep up the pace, she would get bored and move on to the next guy, hoping he could fulfill her insatiable thirst for experience.

And yet, I’m not the kind of guy who just throws in the towel when the going gets tough.  Especially not with a girl like her.  She might have been wild, but to me, that was a good thing.  There was something exceedingly special about her, an untamed quality that had long been extinct in the human race.  She intrigued me.

So keep up the pace I did.  For almost eight months I kept up the pace, working tirelessly to find something new and exciting for us to explore.  I never would have admitted aloud how worn down I was from keeping such a frantic, unpredictable lifestyle, but the fatigue was definitely beginning to creep in.  I was certain it would only be a matter of time before it all caught up with me… or before she noticed my inability to keep up any longer and drifted away.

Then, and only then, did I make the jump from normal thrill-seeking to something new—crime.

Doubtless, our actions had always skirted the edge of the law.  Driving much too fast, skipping through skylane levels like they were green-lighted intersections, polluting the regulated-atmosphere by smoking cannabis down in the bowels of the Dive, brightening up the dour metal walls with colorful, if not entirely appropriate, graffiti… we’d even gone so far as to get some unlicensed body modifications.

But never once had we actually committed a crime of force, an aggravated assault per se.

“You wanna rob a bank tonight?”

She rolled over lazily until she was on top of me, heart beating achingly against mine.  Her skin was warm, slightly sticky with sweat, just like the walls of the dingy flophouse room, and her movement was tired.  Despite the languid motion, however, I could see the fire that had suddenly sparked behind her eyes.  Taking the hand-rolled joint from between her lips, she let a thin streamer of blue smoke trail out of her lungs.

Silence, other than the slow whisper of her breath.  It was something we had come up with, something just between the two of us.  Silence was often the best answer, when you couldn’t trust words to express how you felt.  I suppose it also could have been the worst sort of answer, when anger or hatred was too strong to speak… but I knew that wasn’t the case here.

So, without a word, I knew she’d said yes.

Then, voice hazy with smoke and the thought of a smile, she raised the stakes a little higher.  “An oxygen bank.”

This is the new first draft of chapter one from some other book I'm working on... Have fun!!! Any feedback would be appreciated, good, bad or indifferent, just be fucking honest, please.