Bitches Be Like "he's My Little Meow Meow Princess" And This Is Who They Are Talking About

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surprise!!!! requited love!!!!

Rick's Crybaby Rivalry - 4:30

I wanted to use my crappy editing skills to make a bit of a memorial to Rick VS Rick Prime and season 7. Best season by far and I can't wait to see where we go from here. 💐

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Really wanted to explore some more wacky colors for this one :D

ALSO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE CONSTANT SUPPORT, YOU GUYS ARE ACTUALLY INSANE- 🥺 //POS

i wanna make a “master doc” of everytime rick shows that he cares bc sometimes its so small and ppl don’t appreciate it enough

i am THIS motherfucking close to writing an wntire thesis on how much rick loves morty like rick loves morty SO MUCH??? AND RICK IS AN UNHEALTHY ASSHOLE AND ITS TOXIC BUT TO SAY RICK DOESNT LOVE HIM IS CRRRAAAAAZZZZZYYYYYYYY

i tjink for fun on his own time rick goes to the dimension where rick and morty is a tv show (re: this one) and scrolls the tumblr tag giggling at everythign everybody says. and all the art. i think it delights him to no end that people argue over his sexuality and shit. i bet he thinks it’s hilarious i bet it makes his day actually

still dont want rckrts/prshps to interact btw😭😭😭

id pay so much money to watch this

Diane and Summer for 100 years!

Cold Tension: Prologue

R&M Fanfic / Rick x Reader

You stretch your arms as your vision fades clearer. You look beside yourself, Summer still wrapped in the soft pink blanket she kept on her bed. You walk into the bathroom and rubs your eyes. Eyeliner still smudged on your bottom lashline. As you washed your hands and left the bathroom you realized how quiet it was. That was odd for this house. The cold gave you goosebumps causing your nipples to show lightly through your grey tank top. It hugged your waist nicely showing off your figure. Your black bikini panties peaked below your shirt, only barely noticeable. ‘There’s no one out there right?’ you thought peeking around the wall checking to see if anyone was there. You semi-confidently tip toed to the kitchen and turned on the faucet before realizing the cup you were using was back in the living room. You moved slowly before picking it up and inspecting it. “Boob World” was written on the front of it with ugly cartoon tits as the “O”s. Your head falls into your chest and you lets out a soft chuckle and a joking sigh of disappointment as you shake your head. Walking into the kitchen you stare at the cup until you look back up, meeting Rick’s eyes in the kitchen. You stop, almost immediately in your place for what feels like years. He didn’t even glance at you. After your initial shock you quickly went back to focusing on yourself, trying to avoid his presence. He was brewing some coffee, which you thought was odd. He must stay up late often. His under eyes were purple, and he seemed irritated enough although you hadn’t even yet said a word to him. You open the cabinet with the tea bags. You and Summer had been best friends for a while now. You met all of the Smiths pretty extensively, but Rick is a rare sighting. You try reaching to the top of the shelf, holding the chamomile tea. Your arm straightens and your heels come off the floor. The hem of your tank top rides up to show your midriff. Rick watched all of this, half annoyed by you and the other half, trying to think of something else. After 10 or so seconds of struggling Rick turns around, hovering over your shoulder as he lifts his hand to the shelf and back down to you. You take it from him with a weak “Thank you.” He ignores you and continues doing his business. You grab a spoon before leaving the kitchen, the small clinks of the metal on ceramic echo through the hallway. The embarrassment sent a chill down your spine. You were only in a tank top and underwear. ‘He must think I’m a fucking weirdo’ you thought. You finally slip quietly back into bed before falling asleep again. This time to the touch of his breath against the back of your neck. His shadow engulfed yours and he towered over you. For a moment your nose almost met with his light blue shirt as you looked over your shoulder. He had never been that close to you before.

don’t fucking worry about it