#leatherdisaster

[speck-of-stardust]

ღ for an affectionate text, ϟ for a drunk text

To: brick wall

– ur reaaaall6 nice!!

– n not scaery like u look

– sory i got makup on ur shirt :((

[supermortyfan]

@leatherdisaster

Problems at home was an understatement, but he didnt care. It was Mortys birthday and he wanted to get out and he planned on doing everything in his power to do just that.

Jerry was nowhere to be found and his mom was in her usual spot, passed out on her bed. It takes some searching around, but he finds his yellow prize in a loose floorboard near her side of the bed.

By the time Morty shoots the portal gun, Jerry is at the door, confused. Before he could say anything, Morty quickly jumps through, not caring about how much trouble he'd be in.

Without much warning, he happens to land right on top of his alternate with a loud grunt "oof--- h-happy birthday!"

[traumatoonz]

Aftermath of a Pocket Mortys fight :(

[f4ncvl0]

leatherdisaster liked your post “1s 1t s4f3 t0 c0m3 0Vt y3t?”

h3ll0 s0n

[defactomatriarch-a]

leatherdisaster replied to your post “PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER TAGGED: @billrick <3<3<3...”

what’s millennial pink?? Cuz I like hot pink n sims is my shit lmao also I didn’t know that was said but eh creators r shit what can u do :p

leatherdisaster replied to your post “PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER TAGGED: @billrick <3<3<3...”

also wow ur shorter than me! Amaze

it’s almost light pink? but it’s kinda peachy this is what google came back with lol

my bedroom is this exact color because I’m a fucking ADULT

wow i accidentally type el’s height i’m actually five foot two but still heckin’ short

[an-ordinary-roach]

@leatherdisaster A scruffy man exited out of a bakery before closing time, waving off the owner as he passes by the window with a cake in hand. His pace was casual, slow but confident, something you see every day for the working class of his status. Saying hello to anyone passing by; his smile wide and beaming while doing so, but as the people he passed by got less and less, so did his smile. His pace became frantic and hasty, the businessman was late, he needed to meet him. He needed to get the stuff, it’s only been a few days since he had his last fix, but now? It feels like it needs to be a daily fix, sure his family was wondering where he’s going these days. But if he needs to function he gotta meet this being...  The man checks his watch, 9:00pm, it’s time and he made it... There, the tall entity in the alleyway sitting on top of the dumpster looking back at the man, expectingly.  He walks towards the entity while occasionally looking over his shoulders. “Well, shit, I didn’t think you’d actually come around.~  You even brought cake!” The creature, chimed while sliding off the dumpster and dusting himself off. “Y-Yeah. It’s chocolate-mint cake, I thought-” he stammers while Bor snatches the cake off his hands.

“Oh... Chocolate mint? That shit’s gross, I told ya not to get that stuff.” their mask grimaces while tilting their head to look inside at the cake. “ ‘suppose you don’t really need the juice. That’s good anyway, ya can’t have too much of it in such a short time frame.” “No-no nono!” He frantically looked at his empty hands and back up to the demon. “W-Wait, listen, the shop was closing and it’s all they had man... At least I made the effort of getting it, that should count! Come on, please, just let me in for a small dose...” he begs, “It’s all I ask...”

[smallfortwo]

@leatherdisaster

               morticia  stood  at  one  of  the  street  corners  in  morty  town  anxiously  gnawing  at  her  lower  lip  as  she  religiously  counted  the  brown  bag  lunches  in  the  black , plastic , milk  crate  she  cradled  in  her  arms . every  once  in  a  while  a  morty  would  stop  and  talk  with  her  for  a  moment  before  taking  a  bag  from  the  crate , peering  inside , and  then  continuing  down  their  path . she  would  smile  kindly  and  wave  them  off  with  genuine  well  wishes  before  nervously  counting  the  lunches  again  like  a  worried  mother  hen . often  opening  the  bags  to  make  sure  that  every  lunch  had  an  apple , a  pb&j  sandwich , a  ziplock  bag  with  celery , carrots , and  a  ranch  cup , a  juice  box  of  some  kind , and  a  snack  cake . she’d  take  a  mental  note  of  everything  &  relax  momentarily  until  someone  approached  to  take  a lunch . . . and  then  the  process  would  start  all  over  again .

              as  the  artificial  sun  hung  high  in  the  citadel  sky  morticia  was  starting  to  think  that  maybe  she  wouldn’t  get  rid  of  all  the  lunches  she  prepared  today , and  the  thought  made  her  frown . how  horrible  would  it  be  to  throw  away  a  perfectly  good  lunch  when  a  morty  out  there  could  very  well  be  starving ? very  horrible , in  her  opinion . and  so , she  stayed  still and  waited  way  longer  than  she  usually  did. her arms  ache  slightly  from  holding  the  milk  crate  in  her  arms  for  the  few  hours  she’s  waited  there , but  she  doesn’t  put  it  down . instead  she  places  it  under  her arm  and  between  her  hip  so  that  she  could  reach  her  free  hand  in  her  yellow , cardigan  pocket  and  run  her  fingers  over  the  rat  sleeping  there  restlessly . quietly , she  scanned  the  street  for  someone  who  could  be  in need  of  a meal .

[shireofkevin]

@leatherdisaster

does the kid have a prayer?

He just couldn’t stand it anymore. He had to get away. He knew life on the street would be harder than living at home, but it wasn’t something he’d really thought about. All he knew on his way home from school was that he couldn’t go back there again. His parents, or so they called themselves, we’re absolutely unbearable. His ‘mother’, or mommy as she preferred, was a dull and uninteresting woman who doted on her creep of a husband. The only interest of her own she seemed to have was that she’d always wanted a child of her own but couldn’t have one for reasons Kevin wasn’t sure of. She seemed to resent Kevin for this, yet at the same time, tried to win his affection and insisted on the childish nickname and kisses on the cheek.

His ‘father’ was not really a father at all. He treated Kevin more like a pet, observing him as if he were another species, or demanding affection when it was convenient only to him. He would even groom him on occasion, brushing his hair or teeth. Other times he was dismissed entirely. That wasn’t the worst of it, of course. The worst was whenever he was uncooperative, or deemed to be so at least. 

He stared at his reflection in a store window. Bringing a hand to his face, he touched his finger tip to the deep purple bruise that covered his left eye and cheek, swirling across his features all the way down to his chin. At least it had served as a reminder to get as far away as he could. One thing he could have done would have been to be a little more resourceful. He left on a whim, he didn’t think anything through. Like how he would eat for example. Lifting his slipping backpack back onto his shoulder, he continued to trudge down the sidewalk. Observing the passerby’s, he wondered if anyone would take pity on him and offer some help. It seemed that would be asking a little too much of these people though. As he scanned through the crowd, he stopped on a couple of kids. Two things caught his eye immediately. One of the boys, he knew. Or at least, he recognized. Someone he’d gone to school with. And in his hands, something Kevin would have just about killed for at the moment. A sandwich. Looking from one side to the other, he slunk his way over, leaning against the bus shack they were all crowded around.

“Hey. Aren’t you Morty? We had class together last year....” He paused briefly, in case there was a reply. “So, where’d you get that?”