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“Y-Y’know, I really gotta wonder what in th’ world is up with the cat thing now.” Rick mused aloud, staring at the cat watching him from beside the television. It was starting to get to him. 

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“...why do we have cats now? When did cats become a thing?”

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Buenos dias fuckers.

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Thought you’d seen the last of this Rick, huh? Thought wrong, suckah! Bitch-slapping that post-holidays depression and getting to stuff tomorrow! Get ready!

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“M-Merry Christmas or whatever. Soak it up before either you die or someone y-you care about dies. Either way, things’ll be ruined and it comes back to you. Just like everything does and always will.”

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Hey all, probs gonna do a bit of a hiatus until after Christmas Week or so. Thought I was getting over the holiday blues but it backhanded me on Christmas Eve. Shocker, right? So happy holidays, everyone! Go celebrate it all with whomever and whatever ya celebrate with! 

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thesickbcy replied to your post: thesickbcy replied to your post: ...

yeah that + they spent last season establishing the fact hed die for morty AND he’s getting closer to summer/beth (to an extent) but he literally. literally was shown multiple times to not even want to bother risking morty dying???? and now this shit? kdfnbknd like the consistency is where

i blame society.

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thesickbcy replied to your post: series: -keeps making rick more and more apathetic...

god they rly are fuckin it up

like i can get the jerry bit. because he’s always been established to only stand jerry because he’s with beth and even that’s paper thin.

but he’d literally die for morty? and cares about him? idk this season’s just.. i get they’re doing the whole “random adventures haha” but that doesn’t mean you need to also just add random lines. that kinda clash with already established canon?

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series: -keeps making rick more and more apathetic and douchey, which is really a feat in and of itself-

me, staring: rick cares enough about morty to not...? be an absolute.. cunt... right as/after morty is literally in the act of dying? but a’ight sure let’s just keep making him worse.

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“Immortality i-is fucking pointless. Sure, in most definitions, you’re also invincible-- even though those aren’t fucking the same- ooouuuurrp -thing you lazy hacks, but you’re just gonna do dick all one day. E-Eventually you’re gonna just stop thinking all together and become brain d-dead. Complete w- aaa -ste of a character trait. Throw it out. Useless. Dumb. Utterly overused. Barring a few exceptions it’s just there for f-fluff.”

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“L-Let me tell ya, they never expect y-you to do the ol’ ‘dance your way out of the murder room’ routine. W-Works most of the time all the time.”

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It's 5 am here and I can't sleep, yet too tired to get up and get on the comp to not make this a rambly little mobile post.

I just wanted to say that this Rick's fabricated backstory absolutely isn't entirely fabricated. His wife and Beth died thanks to a different Rick. He was just putting them into a separate scenario to make it work, if that makes sense. Same characters but different.. roles.

It's why he's so casual to switch to another family when they Cronenberg their dimension. After his wife and daughter died, Rick (after getting some really violent revenge that started him down quite the dark road) went and tried to assimilate himself into a family where their Rick had "vanished". Aka died on some stupid adventure.

He really couldn't handle it, though. They kept mentioning events and the like that didn't happen in his dimension. It was too much for him to handle and so he just... left. Then came back many years later.

Th-Then we in canon shit, boooooiiii.

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defactomatriarch‌:

This conversation was so REFRESHING. No snide remarks, no low-blows…Eleanore was mad at herself for thinking he was UP TO SOMETHING because of it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, El. A nice conversation was a nice conversation, regardless of with whom it was. “Listen, I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about that stuff.”

The Rick’s question had her on edge once more, her smile FALTERING just a bit. Eleanore drummed her fingers on the trashcan lid, and after a second she conceded to tell the truth. “Yeah, you caught me alone,” she replied, measured. “Everybody else has, you know, work, school…and JERRY is…honestly I have no idea where Jerry is.” She shifted her weight, watching carefully for a reaction as she said: “Our Rick could be back any minute, I’m sure.” A lie through her teeth, comparable to the IF ANYONE CALLS, TELL THEM MOM IS IN THE SHOWER gambit. 

All he could do was raise an eyebrow at first to her final remark. It made sense that everyone else might be off at work or school while she was home. Though ‘Rick being back any minute’ didn’t add up. He wasn’t sure if it was more suspicious to call her out or not.. though he didn’t want her making that blunder with a Rick that might actually have malicious intentions.

“Listen, I-I get not every Rick is a sweet apple ‘nd all that s-so you’re not trustin’ me right out of the gate. That’s smart. B-But if you had a Rick then you wouldn’t ‘might’ have a battery for my portal g- oouu -n. You’d know you would. If you’re gonna commit to the bit then you need to from the get-go.” Rick said, holding his hands up before slipping off his lab coat.. then the mini-blaster on the calf holster. Then the actual blaster at the holster at his chest. Before finally the knife in his shoe. “I-If it makes you feel more comfortable, you can take my shit for now. You feel like shooting me in the back if I act suspicious, go for it.”

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“It’s mostly because this isn’t your dimension.” At least she’s pretty sure. Wasn’t the original Rick of this dimension blown to bits? “But no Morty kind of adds to the, mm, aesthetic of that, doesn’t it?” Eleanore’s expression shifted to one of APPRAISAL rather than hostility. If he was looking to deal some damage, he probably wouldn’t be wasting time talking with an OLD LADY on the sidewalk. 

El almost asked if he actually HAD a Morty, but Rick answered the question with added embellishment. A breather, huh? And he didn’t seem too sour about it. His disdain was saved for the sad mall. She cracked a smile. “Yeah, no. Malls are still around,” she offered. “And they’re SAVAGE this time of year. All that Christmas shopping the goyim have to do, and they saved it for two weeks before.”

Rick felt the snide remark of ‘no dimension was his’ coming on, though he simply bit his tongue. No need to act that ‘edgy’ for lack of a better term. Especially considering he really didn’t want to shoot himself in the foot. Need that battery to make this incredibly awkward situation go away as quickly as possible. He really never thought he’d be talking to Eleanore today. ..Or again, for that matter. Even if it was a different Eleanore.

“R-Really, people should just buy ‘em during that.. B-Black Friday crap. Get it during the sales a month in advance. Don’t know what’s so hard to get about that. Not that it’s any less of a Thunderdome situation there, either. People’ll literally kill for just 40% off some random crap, huh?” Still, he was never one to talk about holidays to begin with. Best to try and steer the conversation back to the matter at hand. “So, you the only one h- oouu -me at the moment or something? Can’t imagine Beth wouldn’t just have Jerry take the trash out. U-Unless this is some blessed dimension where there’s no Jerry. I haven’t found one of those yet.”

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   A loud annoyed sigh left her lips. This was getting out of hand. With every day some crazy shit always seemed to happen and with Morty’s behavior and now Rick causing her trouble on the daily, she didn’t know how much more of her husband’s and her father’s antics she cold take. 

In a fit of frustration she pointed an accusing finger at her father, her glare as sharp as any blade. “No. I’ve had it, Dad. Seriously. Stop trying to kill Jerry and stop with the sarcasm too. You nee to keep your weapons in the garage like I’ve asked you to for the last twenty times. If this keeps up, someone might actually gonna get hu-” 

Before she could finish her rant though the house rumbled slightly. Everything shook for a brief second, the glasses on the table rattled, the wood under her feet seemed to creek and then just like that…it stopped. The rattle was soon followed by something dropping on the roof which had her gaze shooting up at the sound of heavy footfall above them. 

Blinking the blonde turned to her father, then back to the roof in confusion. “…Was that you?” Beth muttered cautiously. 

Eyes widen a touch when Beth began to berate him for his thinly-veiled attempts at Jerry’s life. Of course, he expected it to happen eventually, though he didn’t really have anything to fall back on quite yet. So it was partly a blessing when the house shook from something above-- then movement on the roof. 

No more drunk, half-hearted sarcasm escaped Rick this time. He moved at a brisk pace before huddling down beneath the window and peering through-- trying to get a glimpse at whatever had appeared on the roof from the reflections on the car windows outside. 

“Where’re the kids, Beth?” Rick asked, priming the blaster. Someone getting as far as the house without him knowing about it was never a good sign.

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                (          OH        JEEZ        !        )         hands          fumble        together          ,          fingers      twisting         upon        the       yellow        fabric        of        her       sweater       vest       .          leave           it         to          grandpa          rick      .    to      turn       an        easy       router       problem          into       some       dangerous            EXPLOIT        !        

               sigh        leaves       chapped      lips    .     ❝     yes    !    I   want    th   -   the      router     fixed    !      ❞      hands         let        go        of       her        vest          and        straighten        down        the         fabric           of         her          black         skirt          .        so           much         for        human        holiday      photos        .       eyes         suddenly         narrow         in       thought     .        looking          to          the        door         &&          then        to         rick      .   

                     ❝         are      you     gonna     as     -    ask     me     permission      first     ?     or      are    we    just   ——-        ❞            she          makes          a            finger          gun          and          points         it       at        the        wall       ,         gesturing         to         him          with         her           eyes        .           a         little       panic        stricken         gaze          at           the         door     &&     then     him      .          (          HIDDEN         BEHIND      EYES      ?        FEAR     THAT      SOMEBODY         MIGHT        TAKE         HER       ——–    again        )       

Eyes roll at the question, glancing back to the doorway himself. They had just enough time for him to get the point across. He rustled inside his coat pockets as if searching for the portal gun, even though they both knew the exact pocket it always went into. 

“O-Oh, you’re ri- iiiou -ght, Morti,” he began, using his free hand to spin around. “I’m s-so sorry for not asking you before-hand.” Rick’s making sure this is being said in such a manner that it’s definitely too casually spewed given the rushed circumstances they’re in. 

“Do you, Moritica Smith, consent on going on a sci-fi adventure to fix the router via portal transportation with I, Rick Sanchez, so we do not get taken captive by an alien race that will pr-pr- oouu -bably use our insides to season their meals?” 

Rick was still hamming up trying to find the portal gun as well, even as one of the screws for the hinges flies off the wall and the wood bends under the assault. If they wanted these stupid rules then he’s going to point out how stupid they can be.

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Gonna work on a shaky timeline for how to squeeze the comics and show’s timelines into one working machine (the fact he’s imprisoned between seasons really doesn’t help ho boy) but before I head to work (not on that but actual job work) I’ll slip in some of the stuff about my Rick. Y’know, personal hc and stuff. 

So, as y’all might’ve saw me reblog a jokey post before, Rick has ADHD and, beyond that, RSD. It’s why slight jabs at him either result in a heavy swig or an outright snapping. He thinks/knows everyone hates him and the entire multiverse would probably be better off without his existence. Maybe not every last Rick but at least him.

It’s part of why he absolutely refuses to acknowledge Jerry as so much as a person. The second he puts him as anything other than ‘some thing that makes Beth happy’ is the moment that Jerry may get remotely close enough to make Rick unbelievably anxious around him. Especially so given their near-hostile dynamic. If he ever acknowledged Jerry as a real family member then it’d actually get to him. Can’t have that.

He tries to remedy this by always being in somewhat of a buzzed state. Doesn’t really work too well but it keeps him from admitting his feelings so it counts in his mind. Especially after some really traumatic stuff happened, he’s not really one to talk about how he actually feels. Just gets people hurt. Waste of effort.