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run away with me now. [ INDIE RICK SANCHEZ from RICK and MORTY ] [ mun and muse 21+ ] [ semi-selective & written by mo ]

[abouttiimemoved]

      ❝ Jesus. ❞ He tries, just the once, to exit the vehicle. Too late though. ❝ Rick– I am Martin– Marty. I’m not your grandson. Please don’t take me to a battle in space. ❞

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

           “look, m-morty, granpa knows it’s scary---pr-pr-pr--uuuuughrp--preparing for your imminent death. but you gotta, you gotta look on the bright side, kid. it’s allllll for the greater good.“ he was lying, but he didn’t want the kid to know that. as shitty of a person as he was, rick wanted to do something special for his grandson. kind of. and it just so happened that he had recently come into a lot of flurbos.

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

@parapsyched

            “y-you sellin’ this hunk-a-junk? ‘cause...i got ten thousand flurbos on it that says you should be if you ain’t.” he smacked the side of the crumbling ship next to the nearly-as-decrepit looking girl. “that or, like i’ve said before, i’ll fly ya somewhere with roofs and running water. if you know what those things are.” rick felt like it was a pretty good deal; or at least that it would sound like one to her--as long as she didn’t know how desperate he was for parts.

[abouttiimemoved]

      ❝ What about Martin Seamus McFly? That interesting enough for you? ❞ Honestly if he weren’t so curious to see where this was going, he’d have protested a little more against going into the trash heap of a flying car. ❝ Seriously. Rick– ❞

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

         “yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you saaay, morty. pleeeeetny interesting. b-b-b-but you know what’s more interesting? a mother fuckin’ space coup motherfucker, are you ready for battle?” if he wasn’t, it was already too late--the doors had slammed shut behind them, locking the moment rick had turned the key he’d shoved into the ignition. “’c-’c-’cause we got a--uuurghp--we got a real fight on our hands.”

[hanni-chan-rising-deactivated20]

“I’m drawing,” Hannibal said. He’d brought his sketchbook to take some gesture drawings of the local wildlife. “What are you doing here?”

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

      “things that aren’t your goddamned business.” his eyes scanned suspiciously over the youth. “now, am-scray, before you screw it all up.” and sees something he shouldn’t...

[thecrazytowncomics]

[abouttiimemoved]

        He’d just gone out to see what all the noise had been. The crashed– ship?– vehicle was obviously the cause and having determined that, the teen just wanted to get back to bed. Unfortunately, the strange man had other plans. ❝ That’s– that’s great, Rick, but I’m not– I’m not Morty. Marty. Marty, remember? ❞

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

            “l-l-look, morty, i--i g--uuuuuuuuuurgh--get it. you’re, you’re that age these days. that age where you start acting like a giant fucking turd and feel like you need to make yourself unique and special.” he pressed the large red button on his key fob and shoved marty toward the up-swinging door, “well, guess what, m-m-morty? ch-ch-ch-changing, changing one fuckin’ letter in your name is not gonna make you, it’s not gonna make you cool. if-if-if-if you’re, if you’re really gonna change you’re name, make it, make it interesting, morty. like, like gustavo renauld or, or, jacques mcdick.”

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

@abouttiime

                “m-morty! morty! y’gotta come with me morty! it’s b-b-b--buuuuuuuuuuurp--big, morty. it’s fuckin’, it’s fuckin’, it’s gonna blow your goddamned oversized cranium.” he was pushing the teen by his shoulders, forcing him towards the trashmobile parked haphazardly on a plot of what had once been neatly cultivated rhododendrons. “y-you’re gonna shit your fuckin’ pants, morty!”

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

@hanni-chan-rising

       “h-h-h-hey, y’little shit. what’re you doin’ over here? th-th-this is s’posed to be a fuckin’--a fuckin’, uuuuh, private land. wh-wh-what’re you doin’ here?” not that he was supposed to be there either--the kid didn’t need to know that though.

[meatsmxll]

“You know Grandpa goes around and he does his business in public because grandpa isn’t shady.”

[kellehmain]

”…at a certain point, you gotta ask yourself: what are the odds this is legit and not just some big lie we’re all telling ourselves because we’re afraid to die alone?”

[miyku]

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[artofadrian]

Rick and Morty has become easily in one of my favourite shows.

I just wanted to pay homage to the clip that got me into the series (warning: mild spoilers): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evYxx8qjZFs

My other title of choice was “What about the dimension where Hitler cured cancer, Morty? Answer is don’t think about it!” But it was too long XD

[stardvstdaughter]

In a life like her’s, it was somehow still funny to see things in the species of the more garden-variety bizarre.  Claire didn’t for a moment figure this to be her kind of trouble, not in the form of a faux-UFO sprawled across at least two skidmark striped handicapped spaces.  It wasn’t nearly subtle enough to pose real danger, here in plain view of any cars cruising the road adjoined to the IHOP parking lot or the suburban strip mall just across the way. 

Still, the sudden barking accusation stopped the blonde dead in her tracks. 

Slate blue eyes scanned the old man before her just long enough to glimpse the human soul forming a faint aura at the edges of the stuttering stranger’s physical outline, the sight releasing the tension in her shoulders and breath from her lungs in a somewhat frustrated huff.

“—It’s a public street, Grandpa.  Not exactly your backyard.”  

Hearing the reflexive retort aloud brought an observable change to the girl’s demeanor, which became immediately reserved as she lowered her fleetingly defiant gaze to the ground.  Like a fast flash of lightning along a monochrome horizon, that flicker of fight was immediately changed for carefully conditioned deference. 

“Sorry, uh—  I thought it was cool, that’s all.  …Did you make it yourself?”  Sights set on the ‘car’ once again before shifting back to the old man, a small smile quirking the corner of her lips in an attempted gesture of playful good-will.  “Say, how’s it handle in the air?”

[grasstastesbxd-blog]

          “Y’know, I-I’m only gonna ignore that first comment ‘cause I’m a good guy, alright, sister? And, yeah, I did make it my self and of course it handles amazingly, because I’m a goddamned genius. But you know, no-no-no big fuckin’ deal or anything.” Huge fuckin’ deal more like. If there was one thing Rick felt he could have endless confidence in, it was his own ability to create something out of nothing. Give him trash and he’d make a treasure.

          “But, anyways, as I was saying; that ain’t a threat. Stay away from the Rickmobile. She’ll fuck you up big time, or, you know, she’ll kill you. Probably that second one. Unless, you know, I tell ‘er not to. Which I won’t.” That part was the threat. He squinted at the young woman (Young lady? How old exactly was she? He couldn’t tell under the cover of night) hoping the piercing look would keep her at bay while he attempted to circle her to get to his vehicle.

         “Don’t you have some homework to do or something? Or a boy to send pictures of your junk to? Get outta here already, damn. W-w-w-what kinda teenager starts talkin’ to strangers ‘bout their spaceships? H-h-h-h-haven’t you--uuurrp--haven’t you ever heard’a Stranger Danger?”

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