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INDIE • UNSEL • PUBLIC MORTICIA SMITH. please read rules before interacting. Heart flitting like hummingbirds wings. Panicking in the face of favorable attention. I don’t deserve this my heart cries out. I don’t know if i can continue it whimpers softly. Weak hands reach out to limp branches. Hold On. We got this.

[smallfortwo]

hi i’ve been buried under a rock for a while. i’ve decided to give up writing haha not that i think anyone would care/miss it much anyways lol. i’m too sad. i want to die most days. i’m not in a good mental place to be writing not that it matters. anyways if you have my discord and still want to talk and be pals then just message me i guess. otherwise it’s been nice to know you and i hope you have a good life, friend. 

[9km]

…..u kno what the best aesthetic is….?… …..kindness .. 😔

[scullys]

insp.

[rainbowkarolina]

Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)

[arieefineart]

Suffer for nothing by Ariee

[smallfortwo]

“ What just happened? “ (ofhismusings- Morty Smith)

a meme i’m too lazy to look for tbh 

@ofhismusings

                “ i - i  was  about  t - to  ask  y - you  the  same  th - thing . . .  “ her  brown  eyes  flick  towards  her  alternate  version  with  a  concerned  expression  plastered  on  her  face . morticia  should  have  seen  this  coming , really . anything  that  involved  rick , and  she  had  a  sinking  feeling  that  this  might  be  his  doing . if  anything , she  guesses  that  at  least  they  both  appeared  to  be  alright , but  perhaps  she  should  ask  just  in  case . a  trembling  hand  reached  out  to  morty , forcing  an  anxious  smile . “ are  y - you  alright ? th - that . . . s - sure  was  s - something ? “

[queerestbpd]

i’m sorry that i wasn’t better for you

[yanderluv]

♡ punch my face ♡

[stuckinreversemode]

Baby Mama (2008, dir. Michael McCullers)

[smallfortwo]

@morty-a-1919

[smallfortwo]

hey do you guys wanna hear actual angels? 

[smallfortwo]

is tumblr being a little shit for anyone else or is it just me? 

[smallfortwo]

morty-a-1919

At the others reassurances, he pressed even harder, whimpering. Though, even with his almost violent actions, Morty let his hands fall into the others grasp, fat teardrops like dew falling from his puffy cheeks. He nods to the others words, his almost constricted throat keeping him silent.

a surprised, choked sob fell from his lips as the others arm wrapped around him. Why was she treating him like this? Comforting him, like he deserved it?

Still, he couldn’t take it anymore, his own sadness clawing through his thoughts with vicious intent. He pressed into the embrace, a keen cry leaving him as almost alien affection surrounded him.

It’s been so long, since he’s been hugged. In that moment, he missed his mother. He missed her voice, her sharp wit and the way she would comfort her when she was young.

His shaky hands wrapped to cling onto Morticia, eyes squeezing shut.

”’m s-sorry.“

               morticia  breathes  a  sigh  of  relief  when  he  presses  into  her  hug , tugging  him  a  little  closer  and  holding  him  a  little  tighter . one  hand  continues  to  make  little  circles  on  his  back , the  other  lifting  to  continue  combing  through  his  hair  with  her  fingers . she’s  worried  about  him , that  much  is  obvious . “ hey . . . hey , e - everything’s  g - going  to  be  a - alright . y - you’ll  be  okay , honey . “ she  really  hopes  so , morty  was  too  good  of  a  kid  to  be  feeling  this  way , “ w - we’ve  all  d - done  bad  things , huh ? “ even  she  hadn’t  escaped  the  encouraged  violence  that  ricks  seem  to  feed  their  grandchildren  with  rusty  spoons . it  gets  a  little  mind  numbing  after  a  while , easy  to  fall  into  a  pattern ,  a  routine . she , herself , was  not  innocent  either . but  that  was  then . way  back  when  she  was  merely  fourteen  herself  and  didn’t  have  any  means  to  escape  it . it’s  different  now , so  different .

               once , she  had  been  cold  and  hard . morticia  doesn’t  remember  those  days , not  clearly , sometimes  vaguely  piecing  random  things  together  but  not  enough . never  enough . and  she  knows  that  she  is  lucky . so  very  lucky  to  not  know  very  much  about  who  she  had  been  before  the  council . to  only  remember  the  parts  that  creep  into  her  nightmares  and  haunt  her  in  the  dark  when  she’s  alone . to  only  remember  rick . to  only  remember  ricks  actions  and  not  her  own . she  blinks  a  few  times , continuing  to  sway  them  and  starting  to  hum  softly  in  an  effort  to  calm  him  down . “ shhh , d - don’t  be  sorry . y - you  don ‘t  have  to  be  sorry , morty . “ she  wonders  briefly  if  morty  would  benefit  from  moving  to  a  different  room  or  at  least  to  the  couch  in  the  living  room . “ h - hey , honey . . . w - why  don’t  we  m - move ? w - we  can  go  to  my  room  if  you  want , or  t - the  living  room . . . i - i . . . y - you  might  f - feel  better  i - if  you  lay  down . “

[littleshitphil]

ye ye a hairstyle is making me emotional shes so cute and classy but mad and all over the place at the same time i fucking love her

[sa2ha]

[smallfortwo]

morty-a-1919

Morty shrugged, although it was a lifeless action in itself, as if he didn’t care about the answer. why did he kill? why did he like it? He cared, he truly did- so much it festered inside of him like a parasite, yet he didn’t have the means to show it, didn't know how. He flinched at the others hesitant touch, eyes flickering up momentarily to meet anxious, heavy eyes. "I don’t know.“

His voice cracked, sniffling weakly as he raised a hand to roughly wipe away his budding tears. He couldn’t let himself cry now, not in front of this kind girl. She didn’t deserve to deal with his feelings, to mend his broken heart until he felt even a little better. He was angry at himself, for even considering he could have a life here.

"I’m not worth your time” couldn’t she see he wasn’t worth it? A leech didn’t deserve sympathy- a murderer didn’t deserve a home. He squeezed his eyes shut, tears dripping down his face. he pressed the flat of his palm against his eyes until it hurt, vision under tired eyelids going white with the pressure.  

              she  watches  him  in  silence , unsure  of  what  to  say  or  do  to  help  him  feel  better . she  frowns  when  he  flinches  at  her  touch , but  she  doesn’t  retract  it  and  instead  rubs  his  knee  sympathetically . “ th - that’s  o - okay , morty . you . . . y - you  d - don’t  have  t - to  know . “ perhaps  she  should  leave  him  or  at  the  very  least  let  him  leave , especially  after  a  confession  like  that , but  she  can’t  find  the  heart  to  do  it . everything  in  her  tells  her  that  he  is  nothing  more  than  a  hurt  child , even  if  he’s  committed  ungodly  acts .

               “ i - it’s  okay  t - to  c - cry , honey . “ she  soothes  as  a  tender  hand  combs  through  his  hair  affectionately . “ i - i’m  here  for  you , “ morticia  smiles  warmly , grasping  his  arms  in  a  gentle  hold . she  tries  to  pry  his  hands  away  with  a  nurturing  touch , “ you  won’t  e - even  l - let  me  s - see  your  handsome  face ? “ she  breathes  a  laugh , but  it  isn’t  malicious  in  nature . “ it’s  o - okay , i - i’m  here . i - i’m  not  going  a - anywhere . you  a - aren’t  going  a - anywhere . w - we’re  going  t - to  s - stay  right  h - here , alright ? m - me  and  you . u - until  you  feel  better . “ however  long  that  took . it  didn’t  matter . it  hurt  her  heart  to  see  him  so  distraught . she’d  do  anything  to  make  it  stop .

               he  reminds  her  of  some  of  the  mortys  in  mortytown . rugged  and  rough  around  the  edges  and  in  desperate  need  of  some  tender  love  and  care . slowly  to  not  startle  him  she  wraps  her  arms  around  his  waist  and  tugs  him  close  into  a  warm , motherly  hug . a  hand  rubbing  calming  circles  into  his  back . her  chin  resting  on  his  shoulder  as  she  sways  them  in  a  side  to  side  motion . lips  pressing  to  his  temple  in  a  quick  peck  like  how  her  original  beth  used  to  do  to  her  when  she  was  upset . she  wonders  how  long  it  has  been  since  he’s  had  contact  like  this , and  she  hopes  that  he  doesn’t  react  violently  as  she  isn’t  sure  if  she  could  defend  herself  from  him  even  if  she  wanted  to .

[smallfortwo]

morty-a-1919

Morty averted his gaze, an almost ashamed grimace on his face “Mo-Morticia, I’m… I’m not a good person” He admitted, the words almost painful. He brought his hands closer to himself, physically pulling himself away from the others shaky touch. “I-I cheat, and lie- a-and I’m selfish” His words were quiet, daring not to look at the others face, fearful of the others disgust- or disapproval. He let his head drop, the tension in his face visible. “I’ve killed people" He could never imagine Morticia living with his presence after this- which was a good thing. This girl didn’t deserve to be around people like him. He’d been meaning to leave, anyway, even if it hurt; at least he had a reason to go if he was kicked out. "I’ve killed so many people I’ve lost count-” He stuttered over his words, a shaky exhale leaving bruised lips “I’ve- I-I like killing them, Morticia.”

               morticia  shakes  her  head  in  disbelief . a  bad  person ? no , not  this  morty . this  morty  was  good . he  was  kind . a  lot  kinder  than  most  people  have  been . she  flinches  when  he  pulls  his  hand  away  from  her . tears  start  to  form  at  the  corners  of  her  eyes , “ n - no , you . . . y - you’re  a  g - good  person , m - morty . i - i  know  y - you  are . “ she  can’t  believe  that  what  this  boy  is  saying  is  true . you  can’t  be  a  bad  person  if  you  haven’t  even  truly  lived  yet . he’s  so  young . far  too  young .

               his  next  words  hit  her  like  a  ton  of  bricks . tears  actually  spill  from  her  wide  eyes  as  she  stares  up  at  him  from  her  kneeling  position  on  the  floor . he’s  upset , and  her  motherly  instincts  tell  her  to  comfort  him  despite  her  better  logic . “ i - it’s . . . oh , morty  i - it’ll  b - be  okay . “ she  wants  to  touch  him , but  she’s  afraid  of  him  rejecting  her  touch  again . she’s  scared . of  him . for  him . hesitantly , she  places  her  trembling hand  on  his  knee  gently .

              “ m - morty , don’t . . . d - don’t  say  that . please  don’t  say  that . “ she  whispers . chewing  on  her  lower  lip  anxiously  she  glances  over  her  shoulder  to  make  sure  that  they  were  completely  alone  even  though  she  had  seen  right  leave  through  a  portal  just  before . she  turns  back  to  him . the  air  felt  heavy  now , heavier  than  it  was  just  moments  again  as  his  confession  hangs  in  the  air . “ w - why ? “ she  finally  chokes  out . “ w - why  do  you . . . ? “

[prokopetz]

Fact: wizards carry staves because magic can go wrong in countless ways, but at the end of the day there are very few problems that can’t be solved by hitting them with a stick.