Tᕼᙓ ᙀᑎIᐯᙓᖇᔕᙓ ᕼᗩTᙓᔕ ᙏᙓ!

Semi-selective Morty Smith of dimension C-132. Co-dependent with nottherickest. (who doesn't have their blog up yet coz they're a butt) Run by Bean.

[groovydaikaiju]

Roses are black

Violets are black

Everything is black

I’m Ants in My Eyes Johnson

[notthemortiest-blog]

all symbols.

… Even fighting me?

[notthemortiest-blog]

Oh, good. I, heh, was worried there for a sec.

[greasemorty-deactivated20160618]

i know you’re too wweak for that shit.

[notthemortiest-blog]

Jeez. Way... Way to lay it on gently, y'knkw?

[tallestrxd]

❛❛ HA! As though anyone would dare GO UP AGAINST THE MASSIVE ! ❜❜                 ❛❛ Yeah, that is pretty funny. HEY, SOMEONE’S MAKIN’ DONUTS ! ❜❜

[ art source ]

[notthemortiest-blog]

all symbols.

… Even fighting me?

[greasemorty-deactivated20160618]

sure.

buuut definnitely not the way i fight other ffolk.

[notthemortiest-blog]

Oh, good. I, heh, was worried there for a sec.

[notthemortiest-blog]

all symbols.

... Even fighting me?

[notthemortiest-blog]

I HAVE A CONFESSION TO MAKE. when i was 11 i tried making a website dedicated to Luigi.

[rpaskboxmemes-deactivated202004]

Send me a HELLO and i'll answer...

If we kissed:

[] This wouldn’t happen.

[] Oh disgusting.

[] Again, again.

[] Kiss you back.

[] Let’s take this to the bedroom.

[] Slap/Push you away.

[] Be confused

If you asked me out I’d say:

[] Um no.

[] I’m taken-

[] Sure.

[] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[] No.

[] Ew.

[] Sure.

[] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it.

[] No. You can’t handle my d.

[] FUCK YES.

[] No.

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one.

[] Yes.

[] No.

[impenetrableshiieldarchive]

Rick/Morty blog: *follows me*

Me: I have nothing to offer you, friend.

[exseraphim-moved]

send me a ♥ if you have a romantic crush on me

send me a 👌 if you have a platonic crush on me

send me a 🌿 if you have an aesthetic crush on me

[margesimpsonannoyedgrunt]

Send me a 👊 if you want to fight

[lilboreddev-blog]

REBLOG IF YOU WANT ANONS

[0penheart0penmind-deactivated20]

Please

[valleyboymorty]

☼

☼:Beach trip starter

“This is completely unjust! You poor, deprived little Morty, you! You have had far too little beach experience for someone your age. That’s it, I’m taking you! You’re gonna get the whole beach-town experience! It was in-human of your family to deprive you this.” He decided, placing a hand on the other Mortys shoulder. “You got a bathing suit? Towel? Ah, hell, I can just buy you all new crap. That’s part of the experience!”

[valleyboymorty]

“Sh’ya, I know. That’s what I like about it.” Morty replied with a smile, sliding his sunglasses up to rest on his forehead. “What’s your colour? I think the yellow seems to really work on you, so maybe we should stick with that. Personally, I like to do a swim-shorts bottom with one of these off the shoulder t-shirts. It’s not too revealing, but the exposed shoulder makes it intriguing.”

[notthemortiest-blog]

“W– well, uh…! I guess that would work, yeah. But, doesn’t it seem a bit effeminate…? Not– not that it’s really an issue, I guess. Is… Is it just like a thing here…? Or– or a style?” He shrugs, turning his attention to other articles of clothing. “I like yellow. And– and also blue.”

[valleyboymorty]

“Oh… Yeah, I mean I guess it is. That’s just how I dress though, I mean I didn’t realize you were… Well, I mean, we could try something a little more macho. The biggest decision is the bathing suit, because you’re going to have to match everything else to it.” He explained, idly flipping through a few items on the display rack. “Now, above the knee means you’re fun and you’re flirty. Knee length is more ‘I’m too cool for this scene’. So like, that ones you’re call.”

[notthemortiest-blog]

“Well… I– isn’t there a median to that…? Y'know…? Like… ‘I’m anxious and just trying to fit in’. Do… Do they have anything for that?” Maybe he was being hopeful, but Morty didn’t exactly want to stand out. Crouds of people tended to make him a bit uncomfortable, unlike this self-assured other Morty. “I– I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m macho but… But I’m definitely not girly either, you… You dig?”

[valleyboymorty]

Morty laughed. “You’re funny. Sure, sure I could find something like that.” He assured, flipping through the selection of swim trunks, eyeing each one to see if any could fit Morty’s description. He nodded in agreement as the other went on. “Totally. I get what you’re saying… Hey, you’re not saying I’m girly, are you?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, though he didn’t dwell too long as he seemed to find what he was looking for. “Okay, what about something like this?” He asked, holding up a pair to show the other boy. “It’s knee length, but it’s got these little pelicans wearing sunglasses on them. It’s like kinda dorky, but in a good way, y’know?”

[notthemortiest-blog]

“Well… I guess I <i>sort of</i> am… I’m– I don’t mean it as a bad thing though! Y'know? I mean, it’s… <i>you.</i> You do you, n’ all that…!” he gave a nervous smile and a shrug. Morty looked at the pair of swim trunks with consideration. “Ummm…” he mumbled. “I… I donno. They look sorta funny. It– it might just be easier to stick with– with plain colors! I mean, you can’t go wrong with that…!”

[valleyboymorty]

“Okay. I mean, you can pick whatever you want, I don’t care.” He replied, hanging the article of clothing back up, a little more shrunken back then he’d been before. “Maybe I could help with something else. Like shoes or something. I assume you’re a flip-flop guy? Your shoes should always match your eyes, I think. But, you know, it’s up to you.” 

[notthemortiest-blog]

"I'm sorry if... Uh. That hurt your feelings or something. It-- it suits you." Morty frowned, looking through rack upon rack of the high-end swim shorts. "I mean, I still think you're cool, Mia!" Morty attemps to give a friendly smile, looking and feeling more worried than anything, though. "I could... Could go with some brown flip flops, y'know?"

[notthemortiest-blog]

◕‿◕:what is your guilty pleasure?

Um. w–well, I masturbate a lot to the thought of Summer’s friends Grace and Christina making out a lot.

[notthemortiest-blog]

NO. But i– I’m not. Gonna go into deltail about this shit, jeez!

[greasemorty-deactivated20160618]

nnot even with me?

[notthemortiest-blog]

We'll talk later when the psycho lady isn't around.

[notthemortiest-blog]

◕‿◕:what is your guilty pleasure?

Um. w–well, I masturbate a lot to the thought of Summer’s friends Grace and Christina making out a lot.

[greasemorty-deactivated20160618]

iss that all?

[notthemortiest-blog]

NO. But i-- I'm not. Gonna go into deltail about this shit, jeez!

[notthemortiest-blog]

◕‿◕:what is your guilty pleasure?

Um. w--well, I masturbate a lot to the thought of Summer's friends Grace and Christina making out a lot.

[notthemortiest-blog]

"For some reason i feel like this is all my fault." Shut. The fuck up For five seconds, kiley. Just shut your fuckinh mouth this isnt ab out you

[notthemortiest-blog]

IM SORRY I THOUGHT ID BE ON MORE TODAY BUT MY HEDGEHOG IS HURT AND IM PANICKING

[nxtthenicestguy-blog]

                  @notthemortiest     ||     ‘waking up sober’

        [RICK can’t remember the last time he’d fallen asleep sober. He’s used to drowning himself in alcohol, blood poisoned and livid as it keeps his pointless existence in check. What does he wake up for? For the next drink, that’s what - and the more he thinks about it, the more depressing it gets, so he drinks more to block it out.]

        [Needless to say, there’s another, more intricate reason for the drink before bed; it blocks out visions of the things he’s seen, keeps bad memories at bay, stops his form from shaking and sweating, muscles tensing into something rigid before being released to a limp assortment of quaking body parts. What’s worse? He can’t wake up.]

                                                                                                     “…no…nooo…”

        [It doesn’t sound much different from his usual drunken mumbling. nobody would have been any the wiser had they not known him - but there’s fear in the crease of his brow, the soft fan of hastened breath against his desk as he lays cheek-first against the wood. Unfinished project stands lifelessly before him, waiting for the moment he reawakens and assigns himself with the dedication of the devout to it once more.]

        [It’s a hand clamping down onto his shoulder and shaking hard that has him shooting upwards in his seat, eyes wide and uncharacteristically vulnerable as he searches for the source of his torment. Nothing. Not a soul. Just the unspectacular Morty that had forced him awake. In a gravelly tone, RICK murmurs:]

                                  “I–I–I’m gonna need some more whiskey…”

               [And this time, the stutter is for something else other than drunkenness.]

[notthemortiest-blog]

Morty had waken up in a cold sweat on his own, having his own set of flashbacks of prior events. Not like that was an irregular thing, but it still got the kid badly every time. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes before sliding out of bed, bare feet touching the carpet before he left his room and went downstairs. He just needs some water.

When he reached the base of the stairs, Morty heard some noises coming from Rick's room. flicking on the hall light, Morty slowly started making his way to his grandfather's room. Peeking open the door to see what Rick was doing, the kid discovered that he was not yet awake.

That's when Morty decided to invite himself in. He climbed onto the bed beside Rick, sitting on his knees before giving Rick a good shake. "Were-- were you having a nightmare, too?" Morty sleepily asked, the backlight from the hallway illuminating Morty's figure, making him appear even more childish than normal. "You-- you uh, were making a lotta noise," leaning off the bed momentarily, Morty located a flask and picked it up, giving it a quick shake to realize that there was in fact liquid in it, before handing it to his grandfather.