#❋ ;beth no; (OOC)
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I love that this dtiys is helping fill the Johnstantine tumblr ecosystem with great fanart
#shut up beth#and by god is it needed#i checked the tag just now and alongside y'alls awesome art is... uh#lots of ooc stuff
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finally finished da2 for the first time in what may be the most cursed pt i have ever done
#no romance wld trigger. isabela left and did not come back.#decided to help merr.ill and uhhhh her clan is dead.#decided things could not get worse and sided w meredith. beth lived but also WHEWWWWWWW THAT FINAL BOSS W MERE HAD ME STRESSING#GIRL PUT THE GLOWSTICK DOWN!!!#🕊️❝ out of redemption ( ooc. )
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Hello!
Welcome to my Smith family ask blog!
For starters, the owner of this blog is @sanchezsimp. (Yes, that is why this has practically the same intro as my other ask blog. I'm lazy. Check out @a-good-family-tree!)
BIG warnings here; this blog supposed to be the Smith family from Rick and Morty. If you've seen the show, you KNOW it has mentions of incest, suicide, nsfw shit, murder, blah blah blah- Point is, I, for the most part, enjoy this crappy type of humor, so expect those things to be here. (I think there's been a total of one joke in RaM I disliked, honestly.)
Onto some other information...
• Characters will have different colours to represent who's who (as my other blog does)
To keep it simple,
Rick is blue, like his shirt and hair.
Morty is yellow(ish), like his shirt.
Summer is pink, like her tank.
Beth is red, like her shirt.
Jerry is green, like his.
• This'll take place at where the show is now, so post-season seven and pre-season eight.
• SPOILERS, duh.
• I might use this blog for some short writing prompts or incorrect quotes as well. Feel free to ask for those!
• If the colour changes in the middle of a sentence, those two characters are speaking in unison.
• Tags will be out of character.
• A little "/" will mean two characters are speaking at the same time! (Not in unison.)
• Go ahead and ask anything! Be unhinged! I'll always read it! This is a RaM ask blog! The show itself is unhinged! BE UNHINGED!!
• The owner of this blog is a Gravity Falls fan, so feel free to reference anything from that fandom!
• Other characters may reply to your ask, so if you want just one character specifically to answer, use [To: Summer] or something like that. (It could be more than one character, and you can also use [To: everyone BUT Summer], and I'll be just as happy to answer those!)
• I'm not sure if other ask blogs do this, but if not, then I'm starting something. Feel free to ask a character something as another character! For example, you could use yellow (Morty) to ask Rick about something. You could also add in [As: Morty] to make it even easier. This could also be multiple characters. (You'll most likely get more personal answers from characters this way.) Try to sound like the character though! If it sounds out of character, I might make my own post with it. (I'll tag you if you're not anon. OR I'll just use your out-of-character ask and tag it as incorrect quotes--it'll be funny.)
• You can also use a spy thing to see what a character or two are doing! Like [Spy on: Rick] to see where he's causing chaos at the moment. (Great for when a character leaves!)
And that should be all! (Might edit this post later)
Have fun asking the Smiths!!
#rick and morty#rick sanchez#morty smith#summer smith#beth smith#jerry smith#smith family#ooc post#I hope this goes as well as the Pines ask blog is going--
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this is purely rambling for a canon divergent headcanon for jamie’s backstory that I needed to set free but I’m trying to save the dash sanity with a readmore
semi-inspired by this
It’s a quarter past 10pm when Jamie gets up from his desk. He paces the oversized office, pausing at the window to stare out at the empty car stalls lining the street. This isn’t home; this isn’t even life and certainly not one he ever really wanted.
He sets his permissions badge on the stack of files placed neatly on the corner of his desk. He stares at the half cold cup of coffee he brewed not twenty minutes earlier that ripples with every footstep he takes towards it. This isn’t what he wants.
He doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life living under the thumb of a neglectful father who’s never shied away from announcing his disappointment in who he was or was becoming. He can’t stand under the weight of his failures and he doesn’t think he can survive knowing his younger sister’s words were never wrong; the more he became what John wanted the more John hated him. He can’t live with knowing she’s right. He can’t and he won’t.
There’s a guilt that peels away at his reserve every chance it gets. Beth’s retaliation for his role in destroying her own chances at bringing life into the world eats away at him more than anything. Her constant threats to kill him; to annihilate him off the face of any map that he lingers on sit heavy on the side of things he can’t reconcile. There’s a damage he’s inflicted on her that no amount of regret will ever undo— they were teenagers, terrified of their father’s rage, but still… he didn’t tell her. He didn’t even warn her. He walked her into that clinic knowing they’d take her future from her. He hates himself everyday for it, but he’s never been able to let her know that. And even if she did know, it wouldn’t be enough and she’d spare the energy to beat it into him even deeper than it was: his self-loathing wasn’t enough.
He feels stripped of his humanity within the Dutton household. He doesn’t belong and he knows in this moment that he never did. He wants to, he’s desperate to. It’s not even about whether he’s blood related or not- there’s something intrinsically wrong within him, he’s reached a brokenness that can’t be returned for a do-over. He doesn’t belong. This isn’t the life he. It never was.
Maybe it really is nature versus nurture. Maybe he was always going to be some sort of monster the way his biological father was. He should’ve told Kayce that it was his own father who set up the hit on everyone- sparing him for whatever reason, Jamie would never know. He wishes he’d told Kayce. He wishes he’d done everything differently. He wishes he could call him and say goodbye, but Kayce’s gentle understanding would be too harsh a punishment for what Jamie knows he deserves. So he leaves every part of himself behind in that office.
For a long time he ponders over what John views him as, he tries to decipher what constitutes as cowardice and what counts as growth. He sets his suit jacket and tie down on the back of the chair and slowly unbuttons the collared shirt. sliding the expensive fabric off he throws it in a heap beside the dress pants and shoes. The exposure of cold air to his skin makes his arms bristle and the hair at the nape of his neck stands. He redresses slowly; contemplating leaving a note the entire time. He can’t bring himself to explain anything. He doesn’t want to. He wants to leave no trace of himself.
He pulls the dark green shirt on, it’s scratchy and almost threadbare, then he slides the mixed shades of auburn plaid on top of it. His jeans are loose and sink against the abrupt curve of his hipbones and his boots are worn in to a comfortable bend, coated with dirt and earth that’s older than him. He sets his cell phones on the ID and permissions badges and stares at the blank screens. He had his numbers disconnected earlier in the day; he recalls the jovial tone he used with the agent; her laughter at his jokes at deciding to live off the grid that were actually real all along.
Jamie takes the thick packet slapped with some fancy government seal and warning about how the unlawful theft of it was a punishable crime. He roughly stuffs it into the backpack and slings it over his shoulder. “All I’ve ever done is try to protect this family.” He says to the empty office space, lingering at the doorway he turns to look around, trying to engrave the memory of it all one last time. He clicks the switch to the lights off and heads out the back stairwell, where the hall at the end of it spits him out into the empty parking lot.
There’s a haunting nostalgia that sweeps through his veins and makes his bones creak with an ache that he can’t shake. Each step takes him further than he’s ever thought to go.
The roads are silent, the wind howls against him, whistling against the asphalt and matching up with his rhythmic inhaling and exhaling. It’s almost sunrise when a truck comes barreling down the dusty side road he’s been on for hours.
“Where ya headed?” The friendly voice calls out. It’s warm and gruff and reminds him of his father for a split second. He has to think it over for a beat longer than he should’ve, the impatient tap of the man’s hands against his steering wheel pulls Jamie’s focus back to the moment.
“Somewhere far… out of state.” He scrounges the answer up as best as he can; he feels like luck is one his side with how easily his identity seems to slide under the radar.
He traveled all across the states after the first ride. Each time he’d invent a new idea for himself. He grew his hair long, no long needing to plaster it down to his head or keep it trimmed and under control for the office or his families public presence. Sometimes he’d grow a beard and hide behind the disguise of dirt and little sleep. His missing status was difficult at the start; every once in a while a lone driver would offer him and ride and stare at him like he was a ghost. Then it would click and they’d begin to pry, asking him if he knew he was the missing AG or ask him if he needed help back to Montana. They were always well meaning, but he’d brush it off and insist he was nothing more than an intensely familiar doppelgänger. Or he’d lie through his teeth and create an elaborate backstory for why he was traveling. They’d eat it up and drop him off where he needed and he’d leave before they could contact any sort of law enforcement or officials about his whereabouts.
Nearly five years passed before people stopped recognizing him. His thick black hair had gotten long and taken on a salt and pepper hue, coupled with the facial hair he blended into his surroundings well enough that he’d started to put roots down. He even let himself come out of the closet he’d been forced into as a young teen and for once he was happy, genuinely happy.
He frequented a bar near the river and had become close friends with most of the bartenders there. Sometimes they’d try to work their way into his past, but he’d learned how to decipher their tricks and he cultivated a good enough backstory that they’d buy it and even seem willing to let it be the part of his past he didn’t want to talk about. They never tried to tempt him with any sort of bait and switch tactics; they’d just listen and offer advice. He was slowly finding his own identity and becoming someone he felt ok with being.
It was early in the evening when his phone lit up on the tabletop, an unknown number. He laughs at something the bartender says to him and grabs the small device out of habit. His smile is warm and it finally reaches his eyes. It’s a type of happiness he only felt when he was a young teen and his mother would tell him he was the luckiest decision she got to make. Before she died. Before his father let it be known through his actions that the land was his true love. Before Beth and him became insufferable mortal enemies. Before, before, before…
He doesn’t know why he answered it. It’s probably an old muscle memory that rears up from his political law days. He slides the screen to answer followed by a grimace at his stupidity. “Hello?” He asks, his heart drops deep into his stomach when she speaks back.
“You’re a hard one to find.”
“How did you get this number?”
“I’m coming to get you… you’re coming back.”
“Goodbye, Beth.” He hangs up the phone and the bartender notices how his smile has fallen, replaced with a guilt she only ever sees hardened criminals and people running from a past they can’t escape swimming in.
#jamie dutton#yellowstone rp#yellowstonetv#beth dutton#john dutton#ooc muse ramblings#c; jamie (the outcast son)#muse; j a m i e [ t h e n e g l e c t e d s o n ]#hc#headcanon
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13 years ago, my life changed forever. No matter how long it has been, I will forever have that moment in my mind. I wish things had been different but... I guess sometimes the universe has different plans, huh? I’ve been away from Tumblr because I just finished Supergirl. Another circle has come to an end. I’ve been in NY, spending time with my wife and Moriah. But today is a rather complicated day so, decided to come here and see how you are all doing.
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Something that’s been on my mind lately is that I’ve noticed whenever some fanfiction authors need a plot device to get Rick and Morty closer (like just in a general sense, not speaking solely from a romantic stand point, because that ship does exist, and I can’t exactly pretend it doesn’t) they tend to make the family way more abusive than usually.
I actually recently found one, if I’m remembering right, when I was looking for some Jerry related fics to read that was about Mort being trans, and the fic included Jerry just… being transphobic? Like… as if that’s not so out of character for him?
Jerry might not fully understand it at first (in a more broad scenes, but some part of me also pictures Jerry just being like “As long as your happy, then that’s good enough,” while also not fully grasping how to make the situation easier or what sort of advice might be good to give), and I can imagine he’d say something unintentionally because he’d be confused, but I very much doubt Jerry is genuinely transphobic.
Like. This is Jerry. He’s a coward, and can be an ass sometimes, but to equate that as him being transphobic in anyway is just, like. No?
I’ve seen it with Beth on occasion too, where, in a fic, Rick and Morty were planning to run away and never come back, and Beth comes in ready to just beat the shit out of Morty or something, and like. Bro. 😭
Look, I’m not saying you can’t have these types of dynamics in the family. Just like. Make it more in character, I guess?
I understand not every universe is going to be the same, and that’s understandable. There’s probably a universe where Jerry is transphobic (I’m wincing as I type that out), and in that case just make it less obvious you’re using it for a plot device, I guess?
I don’t know. It just kinda bugs me how people tend to treat some characters in the show, while they make Rick the most amazing person ever, when he’s literally the worst. That’s not me saying use him as the plot device either. That’s just me finding it a little ridiculous how people go out of their way to make everyone else in the Smith family a villain, while Rick is this messiah of peace and love when that’s also just not the case.
#mentioned transphobia#mentioned abuse#rick and morty#rnm#rick and morty fanfiction#jerry smith#rick sanchez#morty smith#beth smith#ooc#out of character#text post#rant post#kinda rant#scheduled
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was not expecting this to get far lol, sideblog to my hawke @ abyssflown, follow for more nonsense.
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I’m not saying I have blogs planned for Seth and Caesar too but I’m not not saying that…
#ooc.#beth plays zenless.#(i mean sorta. i’m at work. but WISHING i was playing zenless)#this game has me by the throat ohhhh my god#seth is my son and caesar is my wife and i’m still so upset i failed her 50/50 ugh#writing her will help me heal (so will pulling burnice) but i need to actually progress the story first#also hi all my new followers i’m so happy you’re here!!!
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Where should you be kissed?
palm.
you give and give. you are a gentle heart, broken but still standing... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. you deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.
tagged by: @backwaterscum
tagging: @dgrayd @autopsified @hauntane @hawkinshellraiser @theha1r & anyone who wants to do this!
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"Hey, I'm from a dimension where Jerry doesn't exist? So who are you? What's so special that every other Beth ends up with one?"
🌅 Actress Beth @daddyissues-sanchez
J-666: Oh trust me. There's literally nothing special about us overall. We're pretty much just basic jobless househusbands.
8-FG21: Seriously I don't know how so many Beths settle for us. Also you're an actress? That's cool :D
#manymanyjerrys#rick and morty#jerry smith#rp blog#roleplay ask blog#roleplay account#rp#beth smith#actress beth#((ooc: idk if you wanted that as a tag or not but just in case
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Have I done any drafts? No.
But have I done any writing? Yes technically, because i finally got my other sideblog to being rp ready (I think)
Love me
#ooc#but also#self promo#i guess LOL#beth does literally anything else but do replies#i am sorry#bg3 has me by the throat rn
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"and i'll be there when you call, i'll pick you up if you should fall."
independent ashley graham of resident evil, loved by ali .
#ooc.#promo.#self promo.#resident evil rp#video game rp#ashley graham rp#horror rp#sci fi rp#science fiction rp#thriller rp#mystery rp#source in fourth link and promo by beth#retro rp#vintage rp#80s rp#crack rp
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everyone go wish @precipine a happy birthday.
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Are you also going insane about hobbits the new RO.P? Join me @heartstout ❤️
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Man. The overwhelming urge to write Dragon Ball stuff again...
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consider this a small shipping call? i am going to a wedding this weekend so i won't be near a computer to write replies but i'll have my phone to answer plotting messages so! let's plot some sapphic fantasy ships!
#indie rp#independent rp#indie lesbian rp#indie fantasy rp#indie bi rp#indie oc rp#* beth talks a lot // ooc.#like this and i'll dm you obvs
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