#gustavos

[intuitive-spontaneity]

#kentucky #louisville #food #foodgasm #foodporn #norton commons #food and drink #restaurant #tacos #carne asada #gustavos

[steavia]

@gustavos sent: ❛ are you sure you can do this on your own? ❜

"i'm sure, yes..." but then hesitation comes, and lydia anxiously tacks on, "well, i'm sure for the most part." working in a business environment is second nature to her by this point, but she finds that the events outside of work are where things get a bit messy in terms of stress management.

casting green eyes with furrowed brows towards fring, she asks in a cautious, hushed tone. "you have a... way with people, gustavo." his customer service skills at pollos, for example, are beyond anything lydia could so much as fake in an interaction with a stranger. "if it's not too much to ask, i wouldn't mind the company at the upcoming madrigal function, if you'd like to join me. as a friend— business associate, of course."

#gustavos #AAAH TYSM FOR SENDING STUFF IN #gonna reply to both of these >:3c #( answered. ) #i figured this could be some like. madrigal - related afterparty or something following a meeting idk haha

[bulldoged]

it   started   when   she   knew   he   was   gone.   not   dead,   merely   vanished.   for   most   there   may   be   some   hope   in   that,   but   for   jade,   it   only   filled   her   with   a   crippling   dread.   he   was   dead,   of   course.   after   a   few   days   of   denial,   she   knew   that   much.   he   didn’t   contact   any   of   his   dealers.   he   didn’t   call   her.   he   didn’t   come   back   to   feed   to   the   dog.   there   was   no   body   to   exhume   from   the   blood   spattered   floor,   nothing   to   scrub   from   beneath   her   nails,   no   empty   prayer   to   say   as   they   chucked   him   into   the   ground.   the   dread   that   had   become   her   constant   companion   was   not   caused   by   the   idea   that   he   was   no   longer   alive,   but   rather   how   it   had   happened.   on   sleepless   nights   she   wondered,   was   it   quick   and   clean?   slow   and   messy?   did   the   man   she   loved   get   a   chance   to   plea   for   his   life   —   or   was   he   put   down   like   a   sick   dog?   as   so   many   others   in   their   profession   had   been.   as   had   been   done   by   her   own   hand.   one   day   domingo   molina   existed.   the   next,   he   was   as   good   as   a   story   from   one   of   the   books   she   would   force   jimmy   to   read   her   as   a   child.   the   empty   cavern   within   her   that   formed   in   the   wake   of   his   absence   only   became   more   vast   when   the   others   kept   dying.   tuco,   no-doze,   gonzo.   they   all   chipped   away   at   her,   and   not   just   externally.   as   hard   as   jade   had   worked,   her   reputation   became   more   precarious   with   each   death.   instead   being   given   any   chance   to   move   up,   others   quickly   filled   the   space   jade   had   been   fighting   to   occupy.   that   was   when   grief   truly   transformed   to   rage.   and   it   made   jade   reckless.   more   reckless   than   she   had   allowed   herself   to   be   in   years.   this   came   to   a   head   when   jade   lashed   out   at   one   of   their   own.   some   gangster   who   used   to   work   for   domingo,   who   was   now   more   than   comfortable   with   objectifying   her   now   that   she   was   effectively   on   her   own.   her   teeth   gnashed,   fists   balled,   pistol   whipped.   she’s   lucky   it   happened   fast   enough   to   escape   with   a   broken   lip   and   a   few   bullet   holes   in   the   back   of   her   pontiac.   she   surely   should   have   been   dead   had   it   not   been   for   being   quick   on   her   feet,   and   alone   with   the   man   who   was   now   most   likely   going   to   be   the   reason   for   her   execution.   she   was   the   true   reason,   she   thought   when   she   approached   her   boss.   jade   figured   she   must   have   done   a   number   on   him,   if   she   was   answering   to   gustavo   fring.   in   the   game   long   enough   to   know   gus   did   not   tolerate   being   reckless   and   disorderly,   which   jade   had   never   been   –   until   now.   

i know about what you did. @gustavos

her   expression   was   as   hard   as   steel.   a   sharp   exhale   left   her,   best   not   to   lie   to   him.   most   of   her   life   was   built   on   lies   now,   but   looking   at   the   man   standing   in   front   of   her,   she   knew   dishonesty   would   not   do.   “   what   i   did   was   ill-advised,   i   know   that.   he   disrespected   me,   but   it’s   no   excuse,   i   know.   ”   self   preservation   tugged   at   her   with   ten   tons   of   force,   she   contemplated   making   a   run   for   it.   but   she   couldn’t   be   so   fast   this   time,   and   she   refused   to   have   a   cowardly   death.   if   she   was   going   to   die   with   a   gun   to   her   head,   she   wanted   to   be   facing   it.   

“  i don't regret what i did. i stood up for myself. whatever   you’re   going   to   do,   mister   fring,   do   it.   ”   

#gustavos #this got so long. im sorry #so many thoughts head extremely full

[cartelheir]

" i was hoping you could help me with something. " there's a hint of hesitation in her voice. patricia doesn't know him for a very long time, and most of the few interactions they've had consisted on her sitting along in meetings pertaining her company and the cartel's aerial routes. favors, even simple ones, don't come easily in their world, and pat has been doing this for long enough to know men in this business are a wild card.

@gustavos : ❛ what can i do for you ? ❜

" i have a meeting this weekend, with some associates in cartagena, " she tells him. " and, well... i need a bodyguard. i know people, of course, but in juárez they all know césar and don eladio. and, for now, i'd rather if they didn't know the meeting was happening. " it's a request she can only hope will remain within closed doors. " do you think you have anyone you could recommend me? "

#gustavos #hello!! i'm sorry this took a thousand years #𝐯. 𝟎𝟏 . ❛ main. ❜

[inherot]

GUSTAVO FRING: ' what am i looking at here? '

⠀he's not a dealer. not a pusher. he's something else entirely, something that can't be overstated in a world reliant on underground travel: word of mouth. negotiation. street junkies are one thing, but actual clientele? real rich fucks who'll clean out an entire lab's supply in just one night? that's where he thrives. if this blue shit is good enough for prospero usher, let alone good enough to make him rave about it, well . . . the other trust fund yuppies come running like dogs after a bone, kicking up pounds of albuquerque dust in the wake of their brand - new mercedes.

⠀he'd pulled gus away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant — the youngest usher is cocky and flippant, but far from stupid — and presented the oddly shaped bottle, inlaid with stones of amber ( tucked neatly away in its equally elegant box ) once they were safely out of earshot. ❛ claze azul, ❜ he answers, the words rolling off his tongue. as though clarification is needed, he adds, ❛ tequila. they only made fifteen of these— ❜ here, he points to the bottle almost anxiously, tacking on facts to make the gift appear even more impressive. ❛ — for some kind of anniversary event. they're hand painted, hand sculpted. and thirty fucking thousand dollars a bottle. ❜

⠀satisfied, he sticks his hands into the pockets of his designer slacks, adopting as casual a pose as he can muster. clearly, he takes some pride in this extension of gratitude. ❛ consider it a . . . show of thanks. for helping out with our party last weekend. who knows? maybe we can help each other out more often. ❜

@gustavos

#ugh god i'm never trying to write on mobile again. #but perry demanded i write something for you. #another strange dynamic in the making... #gustavos #inbox tbt.

[maximinoarciniega]

" come to bed. " ... @gustavos / gustavo fring.

as the night trickles onward, ink-black swarms in the beyond, the warmth of a deskside lamp illuminates a cycle of avoidance. with curtains drawn shut, a clock spelling out sleepless, and a studious aversion at hand, max slides into the pitfall of procrastination in practiced ease. ( only three days prior, a flurry of baked goods was the upswing to an inevitable fall. here, in the aging hours past midnight, no heat of an oven or list of ingredients can part the seas to escape. non-action brings consequence. cause, becomes effect. gustavo's past nudge of advice, is a persuasion listened to ... a moment too late. ) glasses rise upward, palms grazing the sides of his face, a soft chastise of self lowering below his exhale. dios mío, as quietly as it's said, outlines itself in frustration. and is met with comfort.

come to bed, gustavo says: and as simple as that, a clearing forges amidst the overgrown haze of schoolwork. smudged lenses peel away from worn features, exasperation melting into affection. a creak-creased shift in his seat gravitates a gaze to the other, cheek nestling itself flush against his palm. ' i'm almost done. ' it isn't a refusal, nor a denial. ( not in truth, or in possibility. as strong-willed as he may be, to deny a request of such an appeal is, to put it simply: out of the question. max finds it hard to believe that either would fool themselves of otherwise. ) an elbow inches itself toward a half-hearted slump, one shoulder lifting as he props himself up. any attention now refuses to direct elsewhere, a gentle quirk of his lip rounding his cheek upward. ' but ... i could be convinced to finish in the morning. '

#replies. #gustavos #v. gracias a la vida. #does this make sense? who knows! all i know is max is crazy #and also i need to log in here more often because every time i do i rotate him around on his little pedestal at top speeds

[lwyrsdghtr]

❛  so, what brings you here today ?  ❜ // @gustavos

“   my   dad,   actually.   ”   it   comes   out   before   a   long   sigh.   the   languid   way   she   put   forth   her   words   accompanied   with   by   bags   under   her   eyes   and   sallow   skin   was   more   than   enough   to   signal   jade   was   distressed.   “   i   haven’t   seen   him   in   a   few   days.   i   know   he’s   come   in   here   once   or   twice,   i’m   just   trying   to   make   sure   he’s   okay.   ”   

her   hand   reached   into   the   pocket   of   an   oversized   and   unwashed   hoodie,   “   do   you   think   if   i   show   you   a   picture   you’d   be   able   to   tell   me   if   you’ve   seen   him   lately?   ”   before   there’s   even   a   notion   of   response   she   slaps   a   picture   of   jimmy   onto   the   pollos   hermanos   order   counter.   any   picture   they   had   together   was   lost   in   the   fire,   so   jade   used   a   photo   of   him   that   had   been   ripped   from   the   metro   new   mexico   article.   she   recalled   the   headline   she   was   never   meant   to   see,   ‘local   lawyer,   local   hero’.   if   she   hadn’t   been   worried   over   him   now,   she   would   have   laughed   at   just   how   untrue   that   turned   out   to   be.   

“   i’d   really   appreciate   it.   i’ve   been   asking   around   town   all   day.   ”   she   did   so   against   her   better   judgment.   knowing   what   jimmy   usually   kept   up   to,   whatever   he   was   doing   probably   wasn’t   legal,   or   at   least   wasn’t   moral.   she   justified   that   it   would   be   better   to   find   him   and   find   a   way   to   bail   him   out,   the   alternative   was   likely   never   seeing   him   again.  

#gustavos #verse — 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳. #maybe during bagman? #def pre br.ba at least

[boinkyspoinky]

Me and my mutuals

#breaking bad #brba #totally real breaking bad spoilers #brbabcs #walter white #jesse pinkman #mike erhmantraut #saul goodman #gustavo fring #hank schrader

[zanephillips]

gustavorocha: I still got the juice 🙂

#gustavo rocha #guys #boys #brazilian #latino #homens #lgbtq #gay #brazilian guy #men #menedit #gifs #mine #*

[margesimpsonsqueef]

#brba #breaking bad #jesse pinkman #gustavo fring #gus fring

[curlytsunamiart]

based on mcpig's joke about what gustavo's catchphrase would be

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #gustavo pizza tower #i think hearing him say that would b enoufh to make peppino's flight or fight instincts kick in #i had fun drawing these guys :] esp the last few expressions. hope u like em too! #draws #doodle #comic

[eastsid-e]

#eastsidewd #boys #meninos #guys #homens #lgbtq #gay #gay boys #gustavo rocha

[ketrindarkdragon]

Pizza Tower: Season 4, Episode 4

#kdddoodles #pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #gustavo #brick the rat #fake peppino

[jellazticious]

compilation of CWP concept art that I'm able to post. The video at the start is the storyboards for one of the shorts, entitled It's A Script, if I'm not mistaken

#CWP shenanigens #Pizza Tower #The Noise #Peppino Spaghetti #Pepperman #Mr Stick #Fake Peppino #Gustavo and Brick #The Vigilante #Snotty #Noisette #I drew this #I animated this #Some of these are made weeks after the other so some background stuff changed

[piropoi]

I’m so glad they adapted my favorite scene from the manga:

#chainsawman #csm #chainsaw man #kobeni #kobeni higashiyama #kobeni csm #Gustavo fring #my art #fanart #artists on tumblr #Bucky

[shotgunyuri]

#breaking bad #walter white #jesse pinkman #gustavo fring #mike ehrmantraut #saul goodman #loutown