It just struck me that we see Chuck cooking a lot, and he seems to enjoy it and do it with ease. Thinking through Breaking Bad, Gus is probably the other character we see doing that–taking an interest in making really well crafted meals. Does it stand for something? Maybe their precise, exacting personalities? Their comfort with orchestrating things and keeping them in control?
“I think I need to just be by myself for maybe, like, a year and try and figure this shit out, but I wanted to say that I’m sorry to you because you were a great guy and I really had such a good time with you and maybe in a year, if you’re willing, I would love to get maybe a coffee with you and…”
K-chan news 2017.06.13 where Koyama learns Tegoshi is human after all, and they talk about fathers, funerals and divorces
So as promised here’s the transcript. I skipped non-essential parts but the two main talks are in full so you can hear it from the guys directly. There might still be minor inaccuracies, mostly because Japanese language itself is tricky but I did mt best.
By the way, the video I attached is missing about a minute, from when they start talking about Sakura Girl. I couldn’t find another one and my audio file is too big for uploading.
“Maybe you were in the middle of a storm, a big fuckin’ storm the waves were crashing over the bow, the Goddamned mast was about to snap, and you were crying for the harbor. So you did what you had to do, to get out. Maybe you became a psychologist.”
I think about how the longer I date Gus, the more baby parts he’ll bring me and maybe, eventually, we’ll have a little family of fiberglass child parts that will never become anything more than what they are.
Imagine the NCIS team believes Gus to be the prime murder suspect
An NCIS psych crossover maybe where they think Gus did it since they came over and the reader says he couldn’t because be runs and screams or faints when he sees a dead body?… ~requested by @janetthegiantt
“Y/n!” Gibbs barked at you as he reared into the bull pen, “Update!”
“No suspects as of now, sir” You replied, wincing as turned toward you (he hadn’t had his coffee yet and things were not faring well for the people around him for the rest of the day, that was obvious).
“What about Guster? The psychic’s assistant?”
You almost laughed at the though of Gus J-walking, let alone killing somebody, “We used to work together back in Santa Barbara and he would faint at the mere sight of a dead body. And when I interviewed him, he claimed that he was stuck at his office trying to keep his business partner from doing a taco eating contest with himself.”
Gibbs wasn’t sure how to respond, just glared a lot and took an angry sip of his coffee, “McGee, tell me you got something more.”
For the Stardew Valley writing prompt, maybe Gus ensuring the farmer eats even though they're poor?
“That’s all?” the farmer asked as she looked at the meager
stack of money that Pierre handed to her.
“That’s all. Look, you usually bring in great produce but
this crop was mediocre at best. I can’t give you any more for this quality.”
She sighed deeply and leaned over the counter.
Okay, give me as many cauliflower seeds as you can with
this amount.” She reluctantly set the money back down on the table and slid it
over to him. Pierre traded it out for a stack of seed packets and she turned
around and walked out the door. She could smell the fresh food being made for
the lunch rush at Gus’s. Her insides growled like a wild beast as the smell
wafted around her.
The farmer remembered that she had found Linus, the town’s
resident hobo-by-choice digging in the trash cans. She found herself looking at
the trashcan outside of the saloon, wondering what discarded foods could be in
She sauntered over casually, surveying her surroundings
before opening the lid and looking inside. Right as she reached for a large
hunk of bread she heard Gus right above her.
“Farmer, what are you doing?”
Damn, an aerial strike… She dropped the bread and replaced
the lid quickly.
“Oh, uhm… Nothing. Just throwing away some old bread I
found in my… pocket?”
“You weren’t digging through the trash for food, were you?”
She knew she was caught red-handed, regardless of what she
Come inside, farmer. I’ll make you some food, on the
Before she could say anything, Gus was already coming around
to the front. She reluctantly entered the saloon and sat at the bar, twiddling
her thumbs until Gus came around with a fresh spring salad for her.
“So, farmer, why don’t you tell me why you’re digging
through my trash.”
“Ah, well. I don’t usually. It’s just that all my kale got
demolished by slugs and the cauliflower had an aphid infestation. I won’t have
money or food for the next few days, at least… I won’t do it anymore just
please don’t tell anyone.” She looked down at the salad, taking the first bite.
“I wouldn’t tell a soul. But I just want you to know that if
you’re ever hungry and in a tight spot, you can come here. You’ve done so much
for this town and the least I can do is give you a hot, fresh meal to keep you
going, farmer. I’m sure everyone else would be just as happy to help, as well.”
“Thank you,” she said, her mouth full of crunchy, refreshing
That afternoon, Gus sent her home with a week’s worth of
leftovers, freshly made in the kitchen.