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…..u kno what the best aesthetic is….?… …..kindness .. 😔
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Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018)
Suffer for nothing by Ariee
“ What just happened? “ (ofhismusings- Morty Smith)
a meme i’m too lazy to look for tbh
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“ 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 ? “
i’m sorry that i wasn’t better for you
♡ punch my face ♡
Baby Mama (2008, dir. Michael McCullers)
@morty-a-1919
hey do you guys wanna hear actual angels?
is tumblr being a little shit for anyone else or is it just me?
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 . “
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
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 .
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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 . . . ? “
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.