my number one biggest weakness when it comes to breaking bad content is anything to do with jesse and marie and those fleeting glimpses we saw of them together towards the end of the show. it was so small, but it said so fucking much. hank obviously only ever saw jesse as a tool, a disposable resource to get him closer to walt, but marie didn’t. she saw this scruffy, angry kid sleeping in her nice guest room and telling her husband about the horrible things he’d done and seen for the confession tape and her instinct wasn’t to withdraw or to treat him as lesser than like her husband did. it was to make him a cup of coffee. treat him like a human. marie’s an addict herself, something that i think gets forgotten a lot, and in this mad scramble around her to bring down walt and use jesse’s life as a bargaining chip, she sat down with him and treated him with a little decency because she knows what it’s like to be shunned and othered and cast aside. to be a “problem”. to have no control. walt, skyler, and hank all had longer, more in-depth interactions with jesse, but marie’s time with him, however brief, was so fucking meaningful. the world is so cruel sometimes. let’s eat together and share a little moment of humanity.
Well, Jimmy. I guess that's your cross to bear.
everyone give it up for the saddest man in new jersey
I’ve been reading some of these and just. ARGH.
The idea of chase and foreman sitting in House’s office, because it’ll never quite be chase’s, and just looking around at the room the first time back after his death. Both of them are so lost in their memories they basically forget the others there, and then their attentions cross paths again. For a split second they see the other all those years ago, foreman newly hired and Chase baby faced. They notice the stress lines and the fatigue that’s deep into each of their bones now that they carry like an old friend, and they don’t want to break the silence, because then it’ll be real.
It’s foreman who eventually does it, seeing the shine of nearly shed tears in Chase’s eyes. “Hey, what’s the betting that they’ve actually ran off together to watch monster trucks and trashy soaps in peace?” And it’s said with a small smile, a hopeful attempt to make chase laugh. Chase blows out a shaky but amused huff, “you think Wilson’ll allow that? He probably has house drinking a carrot and kale smoothie as we speak.” the reply is quiet and thick but it’s there, both finding relief in the fantasy of what should be and isn’t. Chase will tell himself it is, foreman won’t correct him.
With a final look in the office for the day, the air becoming too stifled with the clutter of old memories and not enough room to make new ones. They’ll face that tomorrow, so they head to foreman’s office, not quite ready to go home to face their separate apartments alone just yet.
“Hey, if you’re dean of medicine, does that make you Cuddy and me House?” Chase asks, and it’s the first time Foreman has heard him sound like himself since the news. Not wanting to break the delicate atmosphere, he replies,
“House doesn’t cry at Christmas movies”
“And you don’t have Cuddy’s ass.”
“6 hours of clinic duty.”
“..foreman?” Chase hesitated
“Yeah?”
“We’ll be okay?”
“We’ll be okay.”
i’m just here whenever i don’t have anyone to ramble about my new hyper-fixation with || a mish-mash of brba, bcs, lost, house md & severance
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