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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 4 years ago

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A Helping Hand

a/n: It’s been a while since I’ve posted a fic. Ive been working on my health considering how much stress I was under at my old job, but I’m doing much better now. Anyway, I hope you guys will enjoy this.

This fic is set before Zeta 7 and the reader were dating, and when they were still friends. Set during and before the beginning of The Fluffy Adventures With Your Boyfriend Doofus Rick series.

In this fic the reader only wants to help.

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It was almost time for you to eat again. At times it almost seemed to be more of a chore than a necessity to have a meal or to follow the routine of it, but hunger had led you here. And although there were many other things you might've preferred to do, this was what had to be done at the moment. Anticipatory feelings were lacking as you opened up the fridge; had it been conveniently full of delicious food which didn't need to be put together, and could simply be warmed up, that would have been great, but that was wishful thinking. Of course, you hadn't gone food shopping yet, so your old fridge was bare; eating out was an option, but you already did that for lunch and it didn't feel worth getting properly dressed for.

It had been while you were thinking of a creative way to use elbow pasta and ketchup when a song played through the tiny speakers of your phone; it was a phone call and you didn't have to hesitate to answer; it was from your favorite person; from Rick. You tried not to get too excited whenever he would call, but you couldn't help yourself; hearing his voice alone could make you happy. Pressing the green answer button on your touch screen, you smiled despite his inability to see it. “Hello Rick. How are you?”

“He-hello? I'm um - I'm fine. I hope this - is this a-a good time?”

His usual soft, cheerful voice seemed reluctant, almost shy tonight. You always thought he sounded sweeter over the phone, and it just made you want to tease him a little. Leaning against your kitchen counter, you could not help but laugh. “A good time? It is now. So, what’s up? Other than the ceiling. ”

He chuckled at that and you were relieved he couldn't see you at this moment, for the warmth in your cheeks would take a couple of minutes to recover from. “Gosh," he started, "I-I-I-I-I was just wondering if y-you would like to come over. It’s almost time for dinner and I um - I finished cooking, but…”

“You cooked too much again?”

“Y-yeah.”

"You're going to go through all your groceries that way."

"I-I couldn't help it." he confessed. "This recipe called f-for a certain amount of ingredients, but then a-again I guess it's f-for multiple servings."

You heard him sigh, and the thought of his frowning face came to mind. So, this was simply to invite you to dinner: it didn't matter what he might've called you for; the answer was almost always yes. As of late, Rick had been cooking more than one person could eat at a time; you always did think it was odd that he'd cook in abundance, especially since he lived alone, but he'd blame it on old habits. However, it made you wonder if he was looking for reasons not to eat alone; not that you minded. Interrupting the silence, you commented. “Well, I guess I'll have to help you make it disappear then."

"Huh?" he brightened, "Is that a-a yes?"

"What do you think it means? Yes, that's a yes. Goodness," you giggled. "I'll see you soon.”

You hung up and rushed back upstairs to change. What a silly man you thought. Such a silly…but adorable man, who had so much room for kindness and doubt.

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It was lovely to see him, and to listen to what he'd call gossip but was only the latest development of the pigeons which had made a nest in one of his fruit trees. "Y-you gotta see how they've made their nest. Boy, it's - it's fascinating how they used s-some old magazine clippings and hair ties."

Touching his hand lightly, you wondered. "Do you have any pics of them that you can show me?"

With raised brow, he started. “Sh-sh-show you?"

"Yeah," You leaned forward a little, and smiled. "I want to see what you've been telling me about."

Without hesitation, he searched his labcoat pockets and retrieved his phone; scrolling through his gallery until he came across said pictures. "I-I-I-I took these a couple of - of days ago."

Your fingers lightly brushed his palm as you grabbed his phone to glance through the pictures; he had a good eye for angles and lighting, and from the looks of it, the pigeons seemed to be relaxed so he might've fed them first; how nice. "They're so cute. I can’t get over how fluffy they look."

Replacing the phone into his palm, he visibly tensed; your fingers had brushed his palm again. Now, the urge to allow your hand to linger there was strong and the thought of lacing your fingers with his had been tempting, but you did neither. You quickly withdrew, with a new sense of embarrassment over such thoughts. He wouldn't understand how you felt, because he didn't see you that way.

“How do y-y-you like them?”

Hiding behind your water glass, you answered. “Way more than I thought I would.”

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Rick was still eating, but not with the same vigor from earlier. You wondered if you had insulted him or something; he had been avoiding direct eye contact for a while. You were no reader of minds, so there was no telling of the feelings inside; of those senses which couldn't be touched. "Rick, is something wrong? Have I….. have I overstayed my welcome and you don't know how to tell me? Is...is that why you won't look at me?"

"N-no, that's not it."

"Then, did I hurt your feelings? I hope not."

He sagged a little in his seat, and he didn't answer, but he shook his head no. You thought back to earlier, and how you had looked at the pictures he took and called them cute, but other than that, you didn't say anything problematic. Was it because you asked? Maybe it wasn't.

It was easy to hurt his feelings being as sensitive as he was, and although it might've been against your better judgment, you reached out and touched the back of his hand. "Please talk to me. I don't know what I did, but I'm so sorry. I don't want you to be upset at me."

With widened eyes, he's gazed at your hand, then back towards you. "No, that’s not th-the problem."

"Then why are you so quiet all of a sudden? It isn't like you."

"It's because I…I'm s-s-sorry I talk so much."

"What do you mean? Where is this coming from?"

"It appeared as though y-you were getting tired of all my talking.” He started in an almost accusatory manner but must've realized how it sounded and continued with more calmness. “Gee, I-I didn't want to sour the evening, s-s-so I thought I should just sh-shut up."

"But I don't want you to do that. I love all your talking."

"R-really?"

His surprise at this pained you. How could he think that you'd tire of it and him? Maybe when you were thinking, he mistook it as disinterest. How could you show him you cared? You did what only seemed natural and squeezed his hand but he stiffened.

You realized that when he didn't answer right away, that the napkin he had been using had been dropped and was now on the floor; a faint blush dusting his cheeks and the tops of his ears. You didn't think that it'd be such a big deal to randomly touch him, but you thought it was sweet that he'd get flustered like that; if he wasn't so shy at times, you'd think there was more to it; if only there was. "It's fun hearing you talk.” You confessed. “I feel as though I have so much I can learn from you. So feel free to talk to me."

The relief that washed over him was palpable and he smiled warmly at this. It made your heart swell, and you withdrew your hand although it appeared that he wouldn't have minded. Still, you didn't want to upset him again with misunderstandings. "Y-you're a really nice person. It's - I'm glad t-to know someone like you."

You were glad too.

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"Anyway, it's interesting how they can take one man's trash and turn it into a home, but what could they do if given better materials?"

Taking a drink of water, he managed to recover a little. "I-I bet they could make a-a work of art if given the right materials. Wh-why do you ask?"

"I just wanted to know what you were thinking in that brain of yours. Must be interesting, especially with all the things you can come up with."

Yes, you did find the topic of pigeons fascinating but not as much as you found that toothy grin of his inviting. Having finished eating, you listened happily to his delightful little tales and knowings; watching as he'd start eating but then forget his food when he was at the peak of his explanation. He always did seem more cheerful when you were over and had so much to tell you when you were here, but you attributed that to the fact that he didn't have many friends. Though, you didn't mind his need for conversation; rather you enjoyed how random and easy it was to talk with him; his sweetness enriched your soul whenever he was especially happy and attentive in conversation. Handing him a new napkin, you teased. "I'm surprised you haven't made a mini-mansion type birdhouse for them out of whatever spare wood you have in the garage. Unless you already have. I bet it'd be all tricked out with a little warm birdbath and a small mirror so they can check themselves out, fluff their feathers and such."

"Gosh," he sighed, waving his fork a little as he ruminated on his thoughts before the beginnings of a boyish smile appeared on his lips. "did I already tell y-you about that?"

"No," you giggled; happy that your assumptions weren't farfetched. "but I took a wild guess."

He was that kind of guy after all; soft-hearted and fond of the living things around him; it was one of the many qualities that endeared him to you. You wished you could've taken part in its construction. "If you had told me sooner," you mentioned. "I would have helped. I could've helped painting it or something."

"Gosh, I thought y-you had other things to do so I…it wasn't a-a big deal. It was simply an um - an old man's hobby."

"It's just….it sounded like fun. I know it might not mean much saying this, but I would've enjoyed spending that time with you. Working side by side and discussing little details about it. I would…. You see, I love spending time with you."

It was only after you had said all that, in which you realized how easy it would've been to misconstrued. Sitting there, you resisted the urge to bury your face in your hands; wondering what was with you these days. Since when was it okay to get bold and be frank like that? Every so often, when you did say such things, you saw, for fractions of moments, confusion and more….as though he ought to say something; there were no tears and there never was, but you thought he seemed hurt; glassy-eyed and lost. Studying you, he opened his mouth to speak but closed it again; preferring to examine his napkin and tableware then to continue that thought.

He did this often, especially when you surprised him; for better or worse. Perhaps he didn't want to appear foolish, but whatever he could've said was interrupted by your sudden movement. You reached over for his empty dish and went over to the sink to begin on the dishes. However, he jumped up and insisted that you needn't help to clean, snapping out of whatever mood which might've overcome him a moment ago. You thought it was the least you could do; if you had been a decent cook you would've offered a meal in return, but it wasn't likely that it was going to happen. "Rick, you cooked so I might as well help you clean."

"Gosh, y-you don't have to do that. I was the one that invited you over. As th-the host, it's my responsibility."

"That may be true," you reasoned, feeling responsible for him in some way. "but you're always doing stuff for me, so I thought I'd stay and help for a bit."

"Huh? Wh-what?"

"Yeah. I mean what good are friends if you can't put them to work every so often? Besides," you quieted a bit as you scrubbed away at the baking pan. "I want to help you."

It's not like you were using this as an excuse to stay a little longer now. Right? Well, just a little. It was still early and you didn't want to go home yet. Grabbing a kitchen towel, he chuckled lightly. "Well, I-I guess I'll help y-you dry."

Standing beside you, his warmth radiated off him, and from this close, you could smell spices, a hint of vanilla, and motor oil? Perhaps it was the scent of his house, but it was comforting. Good thing you had the excuse of concentrating on scrubbing because otherwise, it would've been obvious on how affected you were by him.

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After you finished wiping down the counters, you checked the time and thought you'd be better off heading on home. Grabbing your keys you were ready to say goodbye, but he followed you to the door. "Are y-y-you going?"

Without facing him, you nodded. "I am."

"Then I'll walk y-you home."

"Okay."

In the past, you had told him that it wasn't necessary since you lived so close, but you came to enjoy those small moments of kindness; of his sincere care for your well-being that made the world a slightly easier place to live. The walk didn't take long since you only lived a few doors down, but it was lovely nonetheless. "Thank you for the food. It was really good."

Scratching the back of his neck, he answered. "I-I hoped you would. I um - I enjoyed y-your company."

"Me too."

You played with your keys a little, wondering why you should be so nervous. It's not like you two were dating; it's not like he'd even consider the possibility, but it was moments like this that made you hope and contemplate if you should just tell him. It was always on tip of your tongue; the words which begged to be said, but you weren't feeling brave yet. You needed more time; just enough to be ready for a change. There was no rush, but logic and feelings didn't coincide. "Rick," you started, unsure of what you were doing. "can I um….can I ask you something?"

"Y-yes! Of c-course. What's on y-your mind?"

Think of something you thought. "You'd tell me if you needed help, wouldn't you? I'm not talking about what we did this evening, but stuff that….like if you need help with your chores or something. I know you get busy sometimes and I'd hate it if you weren't all caught up on the latest news about your pigeons or if there were dishes that needed washing."

"Gosh, I-I thought I was doing f-fine with all that," he confessed. "but it - I'll be sure t-to let you know."

"Good, that's...that's good because I'm always happy to help you."

Gathering whatever foolishness which laid at the pit of your stomach and daydreams, you rested a hand on his arm and smiled up at him. "Rick, I'd do almost about anything for you….that is…if that's….. that is what friends are for, right? At least that's what I think."

Though, was that what you thought? Wasn't this just a roundabout way of saying you wanted to be around him more? Oh, if only he could understand. You knew it wasn't right to mislead him, but he never reacted the way you thought he should.

Glancing down at where your hand still laid, a wistful, almost sad quality passed across his stormy eyes before continuing. "Boy, th-that's thoughtful," he began, though as easily as a summer sky could change so did his words. "but I-I wouldn't want t-to bother you or take up your time with anything like that."

"That's the thing, it wouldn't be a bother at all."

This is where you thought you'd messed up, but you couldn't seem to keep quiet when he was involved. It felt as though you were trying to monopolize your way into spending more time with him; as though you were desperate to get him to be around you. "I mean, as a writer, I can just do my job whenever. So, you don't have to hesitate."

That familiar flit of sadness passed over his eyes again and you thought that maybe he pitied you because all you had in the world was yourself and a house you simply inherited. You didn't want to tell him you were lonely, because if you did, you didn't want him to think that it was the only reason you spent time with him; it'd break your heart if you hurt this sensitive creature, but you couldn't help yourself; it was your selfishness talking. True, you were making this more complicated than it had to be, but you didn't know how to fix that yet. "I just…I don't mind being around you more and hanging out. That's all."

Although, it might've not been as complicated after all for it didn't take much for him to lift up your moods. All he had to do was smile, and to pull you into his arms for a big hug. Did he know?

"Rick?"

Squeezing you a fraction tighter, he confessed. "Gee, it's - I-I appreciate your worrying a-about me," he started, his soft, warm voice brushing past your ear and giving you goosebumps. "but I can't - can't help but wonder why y-you look as though you could use a friend right now. Are you al-alright? Did y-you want t-t-to talk about it?"

Your fingers dug into the worn fabric of his sweater and you wanted to cry because he was so devastatingly kind, and you knew in that one moment it didn't matter how long you held on to him; he'd let you hold him for as long as you needed because he was great at empathizing. Little did he know it unraveled your heart every time. "You're right Rick, I do need a friend. I…I need...."

You; the word which refused to leave your mouth. His assumption filled in the blank. "You probably miss your dad on nights like this huh? It's hard t-to go home to an empty house."

That was partly true. "Mhm."

Rubbing your back, he sighed. "Th-there there. Everything is going t-t-to be alright."

Is it? Would it be alright? No, he didn't know or if he did, he ignored it. Though, like this, you could almost believe there was more to this relationship than… then being good friends.

With your face hidden in the softness of his sweater, held so sure and firm, with such strength that seemed unnatural for one his age, he was as you thought of him; as a man you held in the highest regard, beyond reason or doubt that you could love if…if it was appropriate. Why couldn't he stay that friend that you needed and why did you wish for more than this? Was this to be your punishment? To adore someone who made you happy but couldn't be more than society should allow?

"Will I be alright?" you confessed more to yourself than to him.

Squeezing you a fraction tighter, you felt him nod. "Y-you're young, so y-you will be."

That's right, you were young; too young for him. While you had been ready to beat yourself up for it, he continued in a voice that was above a whisper. "I'd like t-t-to help you if I can but only if y-you want me to. Is that o-okay? Do you want me t-to?"

You wanted so much, but more than anything you wanted what he was willing to give. Rubbing his back in a similar, soothing motion, you softened. "Please do."

Another sigh escaped him, but he continued to rub your back; the warmth of his hands and sounds of his breathing making you a little sleepy. You hadn't been checking the time, but you were sure that it had been a while. What you hadn't been sure of was what the neighbors were going to think if they saw you two in such a warm embrace at this time of the evening or anytime for that matter; you didn't care because this felt right. It was as though you could melt into him with how comforting it was. Who knows how long you must've held onto him, but eventually you heard him say softly, albeit oddly disappointed. "It's getting late and I-I should let you go. It's…and you…but y-you can always call me if you - if you can't sleep."

Glancing up at him, you wondered why it ever had to end. However, with reluctance, you pulled away, but only enough so that you could hold him a little longer. "You're right. I…I should go to bed. Thank you for the lovely evening, my wonderful… my friend."

And with that, you released your hold on him. However, if you hadn't known any better, the look he gave you was softer than his usual ones. Was…no…it must've been nothing. A trick of the dim porch light. Half hidden by the dark, he confessed. "Thank you f-for being my - for being my friend. It makes me happy t-to have you around. I'll um - I'll be sure t-to make myself more available to you if you need me."

Your heart ached with half affection, half guilt. You really were asking for so much you didn't deserve. "Oh Rick, I'd appreciate that."

For a quick second, you saw him stretch out his hand but just as quickly let it fall back to his side. Then, he stepped back and reminded you. "Don't forget t-to lock the door."

"I won't."

You opened your front door, and smiled up at him from your doorway, trying to channel all that you felt in a single word; knowing that was all you could do for now. "Goodnight."

Softening, he turned away quickly, mostly hidden in the darkness, and waved. "D-don't let th-the bed bugs bite."

Closing the door behind you, you barely made it to the couch before you began to cry. What were you thinking? Playing around with a lonely man's feelings and possibly confusing him. Could you ever get over him? Would your heart let you?

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you thought back to only minutes ago when you were secure in his arms, and you felt as though you belonged to him. And how your blouse smelled like him now or that his care for you was almost enough. Though, were his actions like that of a parent? You could only wonder. Though, if you couldn't get over him, couldn't you help change his mind?

When you had calmed a little and had time to change and get a drink of water, you found that you still weren't sleepy. It was late but before you could give it much forethought, you dialed his number and he picked up right away. "C-can't sleep?"

"Yeah."

"Me either. I um - I was thinking a-about what you said about th-the birdhouse. While it is built, and I'd painted it, I would be happy t-t-to have you over when you're available and help me make it pretty. Gosh, it's - it's only if you want to."

"That would be lovely. Too bad it's late because I would've come over now if you'd asked."

"Y-you see, that wouldn't um - tomorrow would be better."

"What's the matter? A little sleepover never hurt anybody." You teased.

Right away you heard a clatter and then a crack. Did he drop his phone?

"Rick? Are you okay?"

"Yes, I-I-I-I just - my phone had fallen."

"I see. Sorry for the bad joke."

“It's o-okay. Just surprised me is -is all.”

A chair scraped the floor, and you heard the click of either a pen or a small appliance. "I-I don't think I'll be able to sleep t-tonight but I won't keep you up with m-my thoughts. It'd get kind of boring for you."

"I mean, I am tired, but I don't mind listening to you for a while. Could you just talk? It can be about anything."

He sighed into the phone, and you heard paper. Perhaps he was flipping through a book. “I-I was thinking of reading, but my eyes are a-a bit tired.”

“When you do read, do you only read nonfiction?”

“I-I like to read a little bit of everything.”

“You do? Well, how convenient. I happen to have a bunch of books and if you'd ever like to borrow any of them, you're free to do so.”

“Boy, I'll have to take a-a look the next time I’m over. Hey, um - I do have a-a story you might enjoy. It has t-t-to do with how I came to have jasmine in my backyard. Would you like t-to hear it?”

Grabbing a pillow, you nodded. “Yes, I really would. Though, tell it slowly so that I don't miss a thing.”

With a chuckle, he began to explain, and you placed the phone beside you; careful as to not drop it as his sing-song voice twisted and curled about you in your lonely room.

Fin

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east-germany · 4 years ago

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Not to be a total astronomy nerd but I have a Rick and Morty headcanon that the Rick in each dimension picks out their dimension code based on their favorite celestial object so C-137's is Caldwell objects 13 and 7 and Rick J 19 Zeta 7's favorite is zeta ophiuchi.

#teddy.txt #I will put aside my hatred of ophiuchi for this x3 #also lookit me fuckin blogging in color #rick and morty #ram #rick and morty headcannon #astronomy #yes this Is how I decided what beta ori's dimension is x3 #if y'all have better ideas for rick j 19 zeta 7 hit me the fuck up I just picked the first star with zeta in it

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 7 years ago

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I love how sweet the friendship is between J19Z7 and Jerry, and I'm impressed by the fact that there are ten Ricks that Rick c137 actually likes.

#rick and mory #rick and morty gifs #close rick counters of the rick kind #Doofus rick #Jerry Smith #rick c137 #j19z7 #j19ζ7 #J-19-zeta-7 #rick j19z7 #j19zeta7 #rick j19 zeta 7

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embracethecringeside · 5 years ago

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Not sure if anyone is actually reading this fanfiction but I have an update! Woo!

Okay so chapter two is technically shorter than chapter one but not by a lot, lmao. So this one is a lot more exposition, since chapter one did not explain much and it focuses a lot more on different Mortys. I’m hoping for future reference to just focus on a few at a time rather than a big group so I can really set up each one as an individual rather than just a “Morty”.

Chapter one is here at fanfiction.net and here at ao3 but you really don’t have to read it to understand this chapter.

I also put this chapter, chapter 2 here at fanficiton.net and here at ao3.

This is 4,803 words and I simply titled it The Arrival because I cannot title things to save my life.

The Arrival

When a particularly over friendly Morty had told a bunch of Mortys to meet him at the Creepy Morty during the presidential speech, they had expected more of a party. Like a watch party where they could all watch the stream and support their president. But it didn’t seem like the place was ready for a party, or really any kind of social gathering. No decorations, no streamers, no confetti, not even any balloons. The harsh flickering lights overhead revealed that the room was grimy and unkept and none of the TV screens were even on. The air held a smell, like a refrigerator that hadn’t been cleaned in months. And most importantly none of them could see any food out, so it definitely couldn’t be any kind of party.

Or maybe the biggest indicator that this was no party and they had been tricked was that there were two Ricks there with all of them. One Rick dressed in a police officer uniform stood guard at the entrance, hands behind his back, carefully scanning the room. The other Rick the Mortys recognized as the one that ran the Morty Daycare, and he was leaning up against the back wall, arms crossed, with an impatient look on his face.

It was hard to say what the clue that tipped them off was, but most of them had a gut feeling that they had gotten themselves into some sort of trouble. Some were just confused. But the vibes in the room made them all feel uneasy.

When a portal opened up next to Storage Rick, all he said was, “Alright come on,” and made a casual buzz off motion. As though they were going to just waltz through the portal to who knows where? He was crazy if he thought that would work. Oh well, okay of course he was crazy, all Ricks were but if he thought they were that stupid he had another thing coming. One Morty was about to take the bait but was stopped by another, who sighed and shook his head.

“I-I-I don’t-urp- don’t have all night, come on.”

The one blocking the exit found his voice. “Morty, he’s just messing with you, really it’s okay. We’re taking all of you somewhere safe. I promise. You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust jack!”

A few of them tried to rush the cop and burst out the entrance, but the doors were shut hard and fast, and no amount of pushing, shoving, or slamming his small spaghetti noodle strength against them did any good.

They must have been taking too long, because the portal closed.

“Ugh,” Storage Rick groaned, “This is taking forever. Why can’t it ever be easy with you dingbats? J-j-just walk through the damn portal! That-that’s all we’re asking you to do. Y-y-you’re a real- a real piece of work Morty.”

“O-oh? L-l-like you’re so easy to deal with Rick?” “Y-yeah R-rick you’re no- no picnic either!” “Why would we walk through some portal with you?” “Just look-look what happened last time we did that!”

Another portal opened in place of the last one.

One Morty that was feeling particularly brave, got up on one of the tables and tried to attract attention to himself. “Guys, guys!”

“What?”

“W-w-ell, I-I think we should, go with them.”

“Why?” “W-why should we?” “Are-are you crazy?” “No! No way!”

“B-because th-this sucks! I hate it here, we all hate it here, and-and I don’t think whatever is on the other side of that portal could be any worse than this!” he gestured vaguely in front of him.

“Uh, y-you mean the building?” “Don’t-don’t knock my business.”

He sighed, exasperated with himself. Himselves. “What? No! Like-like everything is terrible! And he,” Morty pointed to the one in uniform,”he said he wants to help us.”

“He’s a Rick” “He’s lying” “He’s a liar”

He hopped down from the table and walked with purpose in every step and brought himself closer and closer until he was bathed in the green light. “Frankly, I-I don’t care! I-I see that portal and I see a chance to leave and I’m taking it!” With that he marched forward right through the portal.

And it wasn’t long before he came back, but with a big smile on his face. “Guys come on, you gotta see what’s through here!”

Linking hands with one Morty led to him grabbing another Morty’s hand until the room was one long hand holding chain of Mortys, and the first one took the initiative to fling himself back into the portal, and the enersa pushed the rest of them with him, falling through one after another like dominos. Once they had clamored off of each other and got up they were surprised to see that they were just in a house.

A normal looking house at that.

The odd part? Was the Rick, that most of them had heard their Ricks refer to as Doofus Rick, stood there with a big smile to greet them.

“Alright, that-that’s it. That’s all of ‘em.” Storage Rick announced as he and Cop Rick walked in as the portal closed.

“Welcome Morty! Or I-I suppose I should say Mortys plural since there are more than one of you,” He fumbled his greeting every time, a mix of excitement and nerves kept him from being confident in what to say. “I’m Rick J-19-Zeta-7, but uh,” he sighed in defeat, “you-you can call me Doof.”

There were a few Mortys that awkwardly waved back at him, but most of them were just looking around, confused by everything.

“W-we all have stupid names, you think I like being known as Storage Rick?”

“If you would like, you can call me Cop.”

“W-w-why? T-theres no nuance or thought to it, it’s just your occupation being used as a name. It doesn’t even roll off the tongue. It’s stupid. Doof, Cop, and Storage, the fucking-’

“Language,”

“The fucking dwarves that didn’t make it into Snow White because their names were so ricdicously stupid.”

Cop crossed his arms and shot Storage a look that politely told him to shut up, then nodded to Doof to indicate that he should keep going.

“S-so the first thing we need to do is just run some diagnostics, update any of the vaccines that you may need, and even though I tend to give them out in the morning I will give you your vitamins as well.”

“L-let’s begin shall we? House could y-”

“Yes, I know what to do.”

When the house spoke, most of them jumped right out of their skin. They weren’t sure how but it was like the walls, the ceiling, the embodiment of the house itself had a voice. It sounded a little familiar and it was unsettling.

“Y-your- uh, your house just-”

“W-w-why does your house talk?”

“I-I knew something was going to- going to be wrong here!”

“Aw geez.”

Storage Rick laughed at their expense.

"I-It gets them every time!"

"Don't worry Morty, it's only the artificial intelligence Doof's installed in his house. It's supposed to talk, it's a lot like non-corporational Alexa or Google Home."

"Y-Yes, exactly, you can ask her anything from anywhere while you're inside. Well, unless, uh, not-not if you're in the bathroom. She can't detect you in there."

They were asked to move down through the hall single file and after being scanned, poked, pricked, and prodded by mechanical arms, Doofus Rick each individual a little cup full of a viscous highlighter orange liquid that smelled like the peel of an orange and tasted like sidewalk chalk. “S-sorry about the impromptu check up, we just need to make sure we keep you all healthy.”

Doof had called for them all to make themselves at home in the living room which was rather spacious, but Morty wasn't so sure it was big enough for all of them. For the most part, it looked rather plain. A couch against the back wall, loveseat along the other, and a recliner across from that, all matching, as though a part of a set. Same for the coffee table and end tables. The walls had built-in shelves filled with books, and a few potted plants. No TV to speak of, but there was a screen in front of the room that didn't appear to be attached to anything with text that was too small to decipher from far away. Plus, all three Ricks were gathered in front, obstructing their view, so there really was no hope of trying to read it anyway.

Some sitting, some standing, all the new Mortys waited for Rick, any of them to start talking. Doofus Rick turned and smiled at them.

“S-so I suppose I-I should start by welcoming you all to your new home! I-I real-really hope you like living here!” Morty didn’t have anything to say apparently, so he continued on. “T-the hard part is over, and now we can talk about the fun stuff, like, designing your bedrooms. And of course choosing what the other Mortys have decided to call their “Public Identities”. M-many of you will be living here, h-however people in my dimension are not aware that the multiverse theory is more than a theory, s-so we have to ask you to make personas you’ll use when you leave the house. But of-of course, I-I think it’s much easier to show you what I mean r-rather than try to explain it.”

“W-wait, what-what do you mean we’ll be living here?”

“Y-yeah, can-can’t you just send us to our dimensions?” “I miss my parents.” “Aw geez, me too.”

“I want to go home.” “I miss Summer.”

Gosh darn, he thought he could avoid having this conversation if he ploughed through everything as fast as possible. “Oh Morty, of-of course I-I understand you’re homesick b-but I-”

“L-look kid, if we could just send you back where you came from and n-never see your neckless mugs again we would.”

“T-that was actually the original plan. This was- my house was meant to be m-more of a waiting station while we prepared to bring you home.”

“It seems as though we’ve hit a snag, and we must ask that you stay here instead.” Cop completed the thought for Doof.

“A snag?”

“He means there- we have a problem.”

Morty sighed in frustration. “I knew what he meant. I just want to know what the problem is.”

Doof ran a hand through his bowl cut, “I-I just, oh gosh, I don’t know how to say it.”

“Y-you don’t have families to go back to M-morty, someone or something is traveling between dimensions and killing them. It-it’s brutal and we don’t know who-”

“W-Why-”

“Or how. But do not fret, we will discover who is responsible and bring them to justice.” Cop had this determination in his voice that was almost convincing.

“S-so,” Doof clapped his hands together, no longer wishing to continue that particular conversation, “Now we can- we will visit some of the Mortys that already live here.”

He had them follow him through the dining room. It was almost as boring as the living room, with a table and chairs as most dining rooms would have, but there was one thing that was eye-catching. Next to the sliding door that doubled as a window there was a display case with a tea set inside, but it didn’t look like any fine china that they had seen before. That wasn’t a bad thing, the kettle, cups, and plates all seemed to be made expertly but each piece was so different and colorful but they all still looked like they were meant to be together.

Glancing over the kitchen, which like the other rooms was big, big enough to have an island, all they saw were things like cupboards, drawers, a fridge, an oven, just normal kitchen stuff, nothing of interest at all. Nothing bright or fun, it all just looked well organized and practical. However, it smelled amazing, reminding them of how hungry they really were.

“H-hey, come-come on, we don’t have all night, chop chop.” Storage snapped, motioning for the boys to follow him and the other two Ricks towards the door to the left of the refrigerator. All that did was bring them to a garage. Or at least that was what they thought, until Doof pressed on one of the bricks on the wall and it opened up like an elevator door, even with a soft little “ding, once the doors were completely open. That was when they realized it wasn’t like an elevator, it was an elevator. A huge elevator.

“I-I think we can all fit!” Doof called, already in the back.

“Squeeze in and make room, or I will make you,” Storage threatened.

Cop waited until he was sure everyone had made it in before stepping inside. “It might be a little tight but you probably won’t all be taking it all at the same time again.” He went ahead and decided they would go down just one floor, all they needed were a few examples. The elevator gave them a smooth ride, but they could feel the pull of gravity as the elevator moved downward.

Since everyone else was being too sheepish to ask, one Morty asked, “W-w-where are we going?”

“S-stop asking so many questions.”

“Storage, Morty can ask as many questions as he wants.”

When the doors opened again, they all shuffled out into a long hallway with twelve doors total, six on each side, and what looked like bathrooms at the end. It looked like a college dorm.

“Since you’ll be living here, I, uh just thought it-it would be- I thought we could show you what your bedrooms could be like. W-we make each floor plan the same, each room is 11’X12’ and of-of course that-that doesn’t include the 5’X5’ closet space. Then each room has a bed, nightstand, a dresser, and a desk for schoolwork. But from there,” a smile spread across his face and there was a sparkle in his eyes, “You get to decide what you want your room to be! And-and,” he was so excited he seemed to be having trouble forming words, “We’ll show you.”

He knocked to the tune of, “Shave and a Haircut” on one door and it swung open almost immediately. But that room didn’t look like the room he had just described. Well, maybe it was the size Doof had mentioned, Morty was never sure how to measure distances, but it had none of the furniture he mentioned and it was filled with art supplies. Shelves and shelves of things like sketch books, art how to guides, art history books, canisters filled with pencils, pens, markers, colored pencils, and paint brushes. One wall was only different types of paint, oil, water color, pastels, acrylic, each with its own rainbow of color to choose from. An artist’s desk sat in the corner with a stack of papers on top, and a stack of blank canvases on the floor, and a pile of painted canvases next to those, and in the center of the room was an easel with the canvas facing toward the best part of the room, the window. The entirety of the back wall of the room was an impressively crystal clear window, overlooking a garden, bringing in beautiful streams of golden light showering the entire room.

“H-hi Artist Morty, is it alright if we show the new Morty’s your room?”

“Oh-oh of course, come in!” The paint splattered boy grabbed Rick’s arm and pulled him in. “I-I need more eyes on my latest project. I’m trying something new, it-it’s rather abstract.”

Doof appreciated art, but he had difficulty understanding or putting his own meaning to it, so he just looked at it objectively and tried to offer compliments that way. This had lots of green swirls in the background, with floating blue triangles and yellow orbs in it’s mist. “I like the contrasting colors, it’s visually compelling.”

A Morty in a purple shirt walked up behind them “I-I know this feeling, this-this is that feeling you get when you walk through a portal.”

Artist Morty was very excited someone understood his art, even if it was, well, himself.

“H-hey, are-aren’t you worried about getting paint everywhere?” Morty asked, realizing there was nothing covering the floor to protect it.

“Nope! N-nothing stains, not-not even my clothes!”

“Oh yes, I-I was very careful to make everything stain resistant for you guys.”

One Morty who was always a little cold couldn’t help but feel drawn to the window, enjoying the warmth he could feel radiating from the sun. Something about it was off, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.

Suddenly they heard music, generic electro dance pop to be exact, crashed in like a wave, drawing Doof and the new Mortys back into the hall. Storage Rick was standing next to the door that was the source of the music, which was a dark room, illuminated by rave lights, and a floor divided into big square tiles, that each lit up a different color as the Morty in cut off jean shorts moved across them. He had been so caught up in his own enjoyment that he hadn’t realized he had gathered an audience.

“Yeah! Fuck it up Good Time Morty!” Storage Rick shouted, but it was hard to tell if it was in earnest or in jest. The Morty inside didn’t seem to mind either way, continuing to dance his cares away even after seeing the crowd gathered in the doorway.

After Storage shut the door, they noticed they couldn’t hear any noise at all, even though they knew his music was overwhelmingly loud. “T-the best part, all of these rooms? Completely soundproof.”

“W-woah I-I liked his room, it looked like fun,” the Morty still dressed in 2018 New Years garb spoke up.

“Oh gee, I-I don’t know, it-it was a little overwhelming.”

Cop thought for a second, and he knew which Morty’s room would be nice and calm, and a good demonstration of what they could really do with a room. He knocked three times and a Morty with long, shoulder length locks and a tie-dyed shirt opened up the door.

“Rick, what's up man?”

“Hippie Morty, would it be alright if we showed the new Mortys your room?”

“Of course, come on in, it-its not my room, no one can own a room. Ownership means nothing man, that-thats how they get you. How the man keeps you down.”

When he opened the door and let them in, the Mortys weren’t so sure if it was a room at all because, well, as far as they could tell they were outside. Long lush green grass covering the ground, trees and flowers in the distance, and a big endless sky without a cloud in sight. Stars shined down through the deep rich navy night and a crescent moon beamed down. However, the glow of the fire he had going was the brightest thing in the, uh, space. A slight breeze brushed past all of them.

“H-howdy sheriff.” A Morty dawning a ten gallon hat was sitting on the ground behind the fire and leaned over so he could get a peak at Rick and the new Morty.

“Good evening Cowboy Morty, I almost didn’t see you there.” he went ahead and took a seat next to him.

Quick to notice the watch still on Hippie Morty’s arm Doofus Rick prompted, “D-do you think you could show your “Public Identity” to the new guys if you aren’t too busy?”

“Sure man, h-hold on.” After twisting the face of the watch he was wearing left, right, left again, he suddenly shapeshifted, which almost looked frightening in the firelight. He became taller, lankier, his hair changed to a sandy blonde, he had some scraggly facial hair on his chin, an actual neck, wore baggy jeans and an oversized tie-dyed hoodie. “S-see?” he spoke, but the voice was no longer one of a Morty. “Like, I made mine an extension of my very essence.” With that he twisted the watch and switched himself back.

Storage said, “W-we made the watches based on the one from that m-movie Megamind. D-does that scan? Y-you guys know that movie?”

Most of them nodded.

“We did make a few changes, however, we made it so the voice changed with the disguise, and made it so you could lock it in so it couldn’t be bumped and changed by accident.” Cop explained.

“W-what are you two up to, are-are we interrupting?” Doof asked, being the last one to move his way in, being sure to close up the door again so the ambiance wasn’t ruined by the fluorescent light of the hall.

“No, no, don’t worry we’re just vibing.”

“Reminiscin’.”

Storage Rick shook his head and sat down. “Just-just sitting around the fire? R-really? I’ll tell you what were going to do, w-were going to take advantage of this creepy ass atmosphere, and I’m going to retell a famous horror story.”

“Y-you’re going to tell us a story?”

“T-this isn’t a nice story M-morty. And I’m not telling it verbatim, I-I’m only summing it up for you. Now shut up, sit on the fake grass, and listen. It-it’s called The Veldt.”

“By Ray Bradbury? Oh that-that’s a good one.” Doof smiled as he settled in next to the Mortys.

Cop squinted at him and furrowed his brow in suspicion. “Huh, how relevant.”

“Quiet. This family had a house that could do anything. It-it did everything for them and the parents became lazy, useless, wastes of space, while the children turned into s-spoiled little monsters. The nursery was built so it could show anything they could possibly ask for with screens making up all the surfaces of the room. A lot like the room we’re in right now.”

“Wait, Rick, are-are you saying all of this, these-these are just screens?”

Storage threw up his hands. “O-of course they are, did-did you think that we just magically ended up outside?”

“I-I think the story describes it as crystals installed in the walls,” Doof interjected.

“A-anyway,” Choosing to ignore the correction, he continued. “One day the parents discovered the children had been f-focusing on Africa a little too much. Watching lions eat their prey. S-since that-that’s pretty fucked up, they asked a psychologist what it meant, who told them they sucked at being parents. The house provided for the children and was replacing them as the caretaker. Which meant their kids were going absolutely batshit insane l-losing touch with reality, with their humanity. Something was off about that nursery too, n-not only did the African veldt look and feel too realistic for comfort, b-but the father found a wallet of his all chewed up and covered in saliva.” The fire crackled as he took a pause for dramatic effect.

“W-When the parents threatened to turn off the house so they could all live like normal people, tie their own shoes, cook their own eggs, the children were pissed. They never had to lift a finger the way things were, and they were way too attached to the house. S-So you know what those rotten kids did?”

He scanned the room, but the Mortys only shook their heads.

“T-they locked their parents in the nursery!”

He was met by a bunch of blank stares.

“And?’

“What-what do you mean?”

“W-well, what happened to their parents?”

“T-the lions fucking ate them Morty. T-that’s it. That-that’s the story.”

“B-but the lions weren’t real, were they?”

Cop spoke up. “The lions weren’t supposed to be real, but the room was malfunctioning and the lions came to life.”

“O-or it was working too well.” Storage retorted.

“A-are you saying that could happen t-to us?” Glancing around the all too realistic outdoor setting.

Doof placed a hand on Morty’s head. “Oh no Morty, of course not! It’s only a story, these rooms are very safe, I-I promise.”

Hippie Morty, feeling somewhat nervous now, stood up and pressed a panel on the wall, and slowly the once robust landscape faded away and in its place was an ordinary bedroom. Except for the overly bright paint job, with harsh yellow, neon pink, and lime green in a spiral, matching the dye job on his shirt, the shag carpet was green, but no longer a beautiful grass green, but a pea green. His nightstand and desk both had a rough aesthetic and still had a fresh scent. The bedspread was just as bright as the walls but with a rainbow tie-dye job rather than just a few colors. One thing the Mortys were shocked to see still there was the fire.

“W-wait, you just-just have a fire going in here?” It seemed like the exact opposite of safe.

“No need to panic-” Cop couldn’t finish before Storage kicked over the shallow pan they had been utilizing as a fire pit, only for nothing to happen. The fire went out rather than spread. “Everything is fire retardant, just in case.”

Before they knew it, they were all being ushered back into the elevator and down even further. However, this time when they stopped, Cop asked for twelve of them to follow him, while the other eleven went down another level with Doof and Storage.

Cop Rick cleared his throat and stood tall and firm with his hands behind his back as he spoke. “This will be the floor you all live on, each room is fully furnished and we have provided clothing as well. Right now all of them are the same so it does not matter which one you choose, it will matter once you have finalized the design you would like, feel free to visit other Mortys and take your time deciding. Right now, we would like all of you to shower and change into clean clothes and meet us back upstairs afterwards. Any questions, comments, or scathing inditements?” Morty did not know what that last word meant, but he decided it was best to just go ahead and shower and change like he had been asked.

Who knew being clean could feel so good? Showering, actually showering with warm water and soap was so much better than being sprayed with icy water from a hose. He had forgotten what it was like. Same with wearing clean clothes. The yellow pajama top and bottoms he found laid out for him on his bed smelled fresh and were so soft. If Doof hadn’t told him there would be food waiting for him upstairs when he was ready, he could have fallen asleep right then.

Thank goodness he didn’t. He was starving, they all were. Salad, soup, dinner rolls, mashed potatoes, something called green bean casserole, an apple, and meatloaf as the entree, he ate it all with vigor. Morty wasn’t even sure he tasted any of it, he just faded in and out of consciousness as he gorged himself, only coming back to life to put more on his plate. Each of him ate that same way until every single edible thing Rick had placed on the table disappeared. Finally Doofus Rick gave them each a slice of chocolate cake. It was so rich in taste but light and airy in texture, maybe it was just that he couldn’t remember the last time he had dessert but it was possibly the best cake he had ever eaten.

“Rick- uh, Doof, did you make this cake yourself?”

“N-not just the cake Morty, I-I made everything myself.” He cheerfully answered. “I love cooking a-and baking.”

“Hey, m-me too! Y-you think I could help sometime?”

“Oh gosh sure if you want to Morty, tomorrow morning I’ll be up early making cinnamon rolls.”

“Holy shit-”

“Watch your profanity-” Cop started, but he caught himself, raising his unibrow and turning to Doof, “Wait did you say cinnamon rolls?”

“Y-yes, I figure it’s a special occasion, s-so I thought I-I should make my homemade cinnamon rolls.”

“Those are very good.”

“Oh man, y-you lucky bastards-”

“D-don’t feel left outI will make enough for everyone,” Doof couldn’t help but giggle at how excited they got over baked goods. “N-ow M-mortys, I do think it is time for you to go to bed, it is already late and you had a big day. We can- we could come down with you and tuck you in if you would like.”

All the Mortys were exhausted, and he could see it, especially now that they were clean and fed, all they wanted was to crawl into those full sized beds and pass out.

“N-no that-that’s okay.” “W-we got it.” “Thanks anyway.”

“I-” he yawned, “I can put myself to bed.”

“O-okay, well, goodnight, sleep tight. See you in the morning!”

#doofus rick #cop rick #storage rick #morty smith #rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #chapter 2!#pocket mortys #fanfiction

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zonahiphop · 5 years ago

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Amigos hace más de 50 días empecé a subir Singles (Vídeo + Letra) de rappers en español, no todo, sigo procurando la calidad, hoy hay exactamente 100 Singles agregados acá. Subo dos nuevos a diario, si buscan buen rap en español y de calidad ya saben en dónde.

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Esta es la lista de todo lo que he agregado

1. Ali aka Mind x Achepe – Back to Back (Colombia x México)

2. Eptos Uno - Esto – (México)

3. Tino el Pingüino – Carita de Selfide (México)

4. Mime871 - Ser Inapropiado (México)

5. Alemán x Yung Sarria x Fxtxy - Tantas Veces (México x Colombia)

6. La Banda Bastón – No Me Porto Bien (México)

7. Reno871 – Soledad (México)

8. Gera Mx – Panteones y Calacas (México)

9. Delaossa x LOPES – Rangos (España)

10. Granuja x Noiseferatu – Prendo (Colombia)

11. Yak Mag – Bushido (México

12. NFX – Warzone (Chile)

13. Teeam Revolver x Geassassin – Vxgo$ (México)

14. Achepe x Geassassin – Códigos (Colombia)

15. Ef Coleman – Jugo y Ginebra (México)

16. Ayax - Cinderella (España)

17. Sr Pablo x Luis7Lunes – Trigo (Colombia)

18. Ali aka Mind x Gera Mx x Norick – Siempre Recuerdos (Colombia x México x Perú)

19. Faruz Feet x Eptos Uno – Game Time (México)

20. Reno871 – Profuso (México)

21. Jonas Sanche -Sigo Siendo Nadie (Chile)

22. Toteking x Easy-S – Brindis (España)

23. Proof x Faruz Feet – Nocivos (México)

24. Barbaro el urbano Bargas – El Hater (Cuba)

25. Santiago Insane – Los Ojos de Martín (Perú)

26. Rels B – Dreams (España)

27. Gordo Sarkasmus – Mal Ejemplo (Colombia)

28. Delaossa – Ya lo se (España)

29. Cáncer – Mañas-Rufino (Colombia)

30. La Banda Bastón x Vico C – Planeta Ficción (México x Puerto Rico)

31. Akapellah – Intro, Como Nunca (Venezuela)

32. Geassassin – 99´s (México)

33. Apache – En Defensa Propia (Venezuela)

34. Hione – Nostalgia (México)

35. Foyone x Akapellah – Presidentes (España x Venezuela)

36. Ali aka Mind x Doble Porción – Paraíso Fiscal (Colombia)

37. Canserbero x Benzina x Mcklopedia - ¡Corre! (Venezuela)

38. Gera Mx – Gran Pez (México)

39. Ergo Pro x Lou Fresco – Still Hungry (Venezuela)

40. Mime871 x Phyzh Eye – Bossa Compass (México)

41. Faruz Feet x Sycksyllables – Pirlo (México)

42. LOPES x Jincho – Urbano (Espaañ)

43. Sr Pablo x Granuja – Collaboration (Colombia)

44. Easy-S – Miedo (España)

45. Apache – Biografía (Venezuela)

46. Mucho Muchacho – Tenemos Droga (España)

47. Achepe – LLDD (México)

48. Toteking – Ya Me Ven (España)

49. Noiseferatu – Noiseferatu (Colombia)

50. Hard Gz x Delaossa – Dime Cuanto (España)

51. Eptos Uno – Río de Sangre (México)

52. Original Juan – I Dont Give a Fuck (Rep. Dominicana)

53. Prok – Roxanne (España)

54. Luis7Lunes – Perro Juan (Colombia)

55. Rich Vagos x Alzada – Cypher (México)

56. Señor Marrano – Zona de Confort (México)

57. Ephomega - (Desenfocao) (España)

58. Bipo Montana x Cons – This Shit Is Going Down (México)

59. Akapellah x Lil Supa – Ímpetu (Venezuela)

60. Métricas Frías x Zeta Zeta – No Me Arrepiento (Colombia)

61. Canserbero – Sigo Siendo el Rey (Venezuela)

62. J Dose x D.E.P (España)

63. Hood P – Mi Barrio (México)

64. Crudo Means Raw – Dúa Uno (Colombia)

65. Rels B – King Flakk (España)

66. Jonas Sanche MGRSQ (Chile)

67. Sr Pablo – Hattori Hanzo (Colombia)

68. Bipo Montana – Aprendí a las Malas (México)

69. Lil Supa x Willie Deville – Jet Lag (Venezuela)

70. Playa Mata Fokas – Prieto Malvado (México)

71. J Dose x Alber Stewar – I Fell You (España)

72. Faruz Feet x Geassassin . Sirios (México)

73. Nanpa Básico x Gera Mx – Pérdido mas no Muerto (Colombia x México)

74. Mime871 - Oh My! (México)

75. Delaossa – Aleluya (España)

76. Doble Porción – Roca N´ Ron (Colombia)

77. LOPES – Mi puesto (España)

78. No Gimmicks x Logan Hate – Vestigios (México)

79. Ayax – Sakalakalashnikov (España)

80. Rick Jacken – Smoke Homies (México)

81. Tino el Pingüino – Cuando Piensas en Mi – (México)

82. Dheformer – Illmatico (España)

83. Granuja x Métricas Frías – Hienas (Colombia)

84. Jony Beltran – No Identificados (México)

85. Bipo Montana – Tumbate tu Rollo (México)

86. Portavoz x Nuc – Fo Real (Chile)

87. Faruz Feet x Coko Yamasaki - +18 (México)

88. Warrior – Prende la Mecha (Perú)

89. NFX -Ying (Chile)

90. Delaossa x Easy-S – La Placita (España)

91. Gera Mx x Geassassin x Faruz Feet – Con Cuanto$ voy a contar (México)

92. Dano x Big Deiv – Copa América 91 (Argentina)

93. Logan Hate x Dracksman x Hombre Verso – The Shelter (México)

94. Acru x Fernando Costa – Crudo (Argentina x España)

95. LOPES -Pole (España)

96. T&K x Homer el Mero Mero – Sin Ley (Argentina)

97. Yak Mag – Somos Mega (México)

98. Rels B – Re-Member (España)

99. Zof Ziro – Headspin (Colombia)

100. Delaossa x Easy-S x Raggio – Hammurabi Kids (España)

#Rap En Español #Zona Hip Hop

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People, August 31

Cover: Brandy -- what really happened to me

Page 3: Chatter -- Cardi B on her drive, Orlando Bloom on taking a break from acting to raise his son Flynn, Sterling K. Brown on his son’s reaction to his two 2020 Emmy nominations, Rob Lowe on his two adult sons moving back in with him and his wife during quarantine, Maya Rudolph on Kamala Harris whom she impersonates on SNL running for Vice President, Jamie Lee Curtis on her obsession with acquiring toilet paper early in the pandemic

Page 4: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- The Crown casts a new Princess Diana, Patrick Star lands his own series, The Fresh Prince scores a reboot, the last Blockbuster becomes an Airbnb, Dennis Quaid adopts a cat named Dennis Quaid

Page 7: Contents

Page 8: StarTracks -- stars get back in the game -- Serena Williams at the Top Seed Open in Kentucky, her husband Alexis Ohanian and their daughter Olympia cheer her on at an earlier match

Page 9: Rob Gronkowski and Tom Brady hit the practice field during the Tampa Bay Buccaneers training camp in Florida, Los Angeles Lakers players LeBron James and Anthony Davis celebrated their win over the Denver Nuggets

Page 10: Black-ish actor Anthony Anderson celebrated his 50th birthday with a socially distanced drive-by party, pregnant Gabby Barrett and husband Cade Foehner, Prince Charles and Camilla Duchess of Cornwall attended a memorial service marking the 75th anniversary of V-J Day

Page 11: Stars in the Sun -- Andy Cohen and son Benjamin on the beach, Gavin Rossdale went for a shirtless stroll on the beach in Santa Monica, Alessandra Ambrosio plays volleyball, Simon Baker caught some waves while vacationing in Sydney

Page 12: Armie Hammer and Gal Gadot in Death on the Nile, a bearded Adam Sandler worked up a sweat playing basketball, Kevin Hart with pregnant wife Eniko and kids Kenzo and Heaven and Hendrix

Page 13: Stars’ Best Friends -- Lenny Kravitz and his dogs Leroy and JoJo Dancer, Patrick Dempsey snuggled with his pup, Reese Witherspoon and her dog Lou, Liev Schreiber and girlfriend Taylor Neisen walk their dogs on the beach in the Hamptons, PLEASE ADOPT, DON’T SHOP

Page 15: Scoop -- Chrissy Teigen and John Legend surprise baby news

Page 16: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt’s new divorce dispute

Page 18: Heart Monitor -- Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas birthday bliss, Kendall Jenner and Devin Booker new couple?, Becca Kufrin and Garrett Yrigoyen breakup buzz, Madonna and Ahlamalik Williams going strong

Page 19: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s move to Santa Barbara -- celeb neighbors include Oprah Winfrey and Rob Lowe and Katy Perry

Page 20: How Miley Cyrus is moving on from her split with Cody Simpson

Page 21: Bindi Irwin’s pregnancy joy, Nikolaj Coster-Waldau life after Game of Thrones

Page 23: Passages, Why I Care -- Chance the Rapper created an organization to help give back to the youth in his hometown of Chicago

Page 25: Stories to Make You Smile!

Page 27: People Picks -- The Vow

Page 28: Project Power, Love in the Time of Corona, Tim McGraw -- Here on Earth

Page 29: The One and Only Ivan, Tesla, Pure

Page 31: Books

Page 32: Cover Story -- Brandy’s rhythm and blues -- back with new music after nearly eight years the onetime teen sensation opens up about success and struggles and how depression nearly took her life

Page 38: Joe Biden and Kamala Harris -- this is who we are and this is America -- the Democratic running mates open up about the audacity of their partnership and the modern family ethos they’ll bring to the White House and the 4-letter word they’ve both banned at home

Page 42: Russell Crowe -- the highs and lows of fame -- 20 years after Gladiator the star reflects on what he’s learned and why he’s happiest on his farm in Australia

Page 46: Matt Mauser -- mourning after a tragic crash -- he lost his wife in the helicopter accident that killed Kobe Bryant and now the musician is raising their three kids and honoring her memory

Page 50: A Rise in Hate Crimes -- murdered for being transgender -- statistics show an alarming increase in violent deaths among transgender women -- inside 6 of the chilling cases

Page 54: Gloria Estefan -- what I know now -- the queen of Latin pop reflects on her historic career and her 41-year marriage and the near-death experience that changed her life

Page 58: August Alsina -- All I can do is tell the truth -- eager to move on from his entanglement with Jada Pinkett Smith the R&B singer opens up about healing after loss and addiction

Page 60: Holland Taylor -- I’ve been really lucky -- the Emmy nominee is busier than ever but all she’s feeling is gratitude for her life and her relationship and her maturity

Page 64: Joe Manganiello -- this is the real me -- he’s known for his sexy roles but beneath the rugged exterior beats the heart of a Dungeons & Dragons nerd

Page 66: Raising 10 children with 6 adopted with fetal alcohol spectrum disorders Alicia and Josh Dougherty rely on patience and faith and the healing power of family -- they all bring so much joy

Page 70: Suze Orman --this was a journey to hell and back -- the personal-finance guru undergoes emergency spinal surgery and learns a powerful lesson about prioritizing her health

Page 73: Kate Walsh -- what my life’s really like -- her vacation turned into a move to Australia and the Umbrella Academy star shares how she’s staying connected down under

Page 75: The search for a COVID-19 vaccine -- Dr. Tom Frieden one of the nation’s top infectious-disease experts answers your questions about the race to stop the coronavirus

Page 77: Beauty -- New Products You’ll Love -- 25 best Fall buys for $25 or less -- Catherine Zeta-Jones

Page 78: Skin-care essentials -- Rihanna

Page 81: Healthy hair finds -- Tracee Ellis Ross

Page 87: Second Look -- Jonathan Majors and Jurnee Smollett in Lovecraft Country

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Tim McGraw

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In a New Record, 11 Named Storms Have Already Formed in the Atlantic

https://sciencespies.com/news/in-a-new-record-11-named-storms-have-already-formed-in-the-atlantic/

In a New Record, 11 Named Storms Have Already Formed in the Atlantic

Normally, the Atlantic hurricane season sees two named storms by mid-August. This year, we’ve seen 11.

On August 13, tropical storm Josephine formed southeast of the Caribbean and on August 14, tropical storm Kyle appeared east of New Jersey. The pair are the earliest tenth and eleventh named storms ever recorded in an Atlantic hurricane season, Jason Samenow reports for the Washington Post. The previous record for the earliest “K” storm belonged to Hurricane Katrina, which became a tropical storm on August 24, 2005 and made landfall in Louisiana on August 29.

Forecasters have predicted since spring that 2020 would likely be another active hurricane season, as Alex Fox reported for Smithsonian in May. There are 12 named storms in an average hurricane season, but in May, forecasters predicted up to 19 or 20. Now, an updated estimate released by NOAA last week predicts as many as 19 to 25 named storms this season, 7 to 11 of which may develop into hurricanes, Andrew Freedman reports for the Washington Post.

“Weather and climate models are all indicating an even higher likelihood of an extremely active season,” says Gerry Bell, chief hurricane seasonal forecaster at NOAA, to the Post. If there are more than 21 named storms, the rest will be referred to by Greek letters.

Josephine’s storm system degenerated by Sunday evening, according to the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, and Kyle is now a post-tropical cyclone moving east, away from the United States coastline, and NOAA expects it will dissipate by Monday night. But as Paola Pérez and Lisa Maria Garza report for the Orlando Sentinel, forecasters are watching two more systems in the Atlantic that may develop into named storms in the coming days.

Hurricane season lasts until the end of November, and it normally takes at least until October for a “K” storm to take shape. But this season has set new records for the earliest C, E, F, G, H, I and J storms, per the Post’s Samenow. Tropical storms, which get names, have wind speeds of at least 45 miles per hour. A storm is reclassified as a hurricane when its wind speed passes 74 miles per hour.

Several factors are contributing to a busy hurricane season. A recent study in the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences provides more evidence that climate change is making hurricanes more severe worldwide. And NOAA’s predictions for this hurricane season are based on notably warm waters in the Gulf of Mexico, and a La Niña climate event in the Pacific Ocean that may warm the Atlantic. Temperatures above 80 degrees at the ocean’s surface are a key ingredient to hurricane formation.

An above-average monsoon season in West Africa is also sending waves—small weather events that have the potential to develop into tropical storms—into the Atlantic, Doyle Rice writes for USA Today. But storms also need moist air and converging winds in order to grow.

This year, the dry air in the large Saharan dust cloud has been protecting Florida and the southeast from tropical storms’ effects so far, but the dust is beginning to disperse, leaving Florida exposed to hurricanes, reports the Tampa Bay Times’ Josh Fiallo.

In an average year, about 95 percent of major storms form between mid-August and mid-October. And as Samenow writes for the Washington Post, conditions in the Atlantic are becoming “ripe” for more tropical storms. If more than 21 tropical storms form (the letters Q, U, X, Y and Z are skipped in the storm-name alphabet) then the storms will be named for Greek letters.

The year 2005 saw 27 named storms, and its final six were named Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon and Zeta.

#News

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alloveroliver · 6 years ago

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Valentines Day Smooch💋 Masterlist!💘

This post is to see how many kisses each suitor has so far! So it will be updated frequently.

💋= 1 smooch

❤= 10 smooches

Roses are red...

Lancelot Kingsley K♥: (27) ❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Jonah Clemence Q♥: (38) ❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Edgar Bright J♥: (35) ❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋

Kyle Ash 7♥: (29) ❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Zero A♥: (31) ❤❤❤💋

Unanswered: 4

Violets are blue...

Ray Blackwell K♠:(30) ❤❤❤

Sirius Oswald Q♠:(38) ❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Luka Clemence J♠:(45) ❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋

Seth Hyde 10♠:(16) ❤💋💋💋💋💋💋

Fenrir Godspeed A♠:(29)❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Unanswered: 7

Sugar is sweet,

Oliver Knight 🎩: (31)❤❤❤💋

"Midnight" Bonus Drabble

Blanc Lapin🕳: (22) ❤❤💋💋

Loki Genetta🐈: (34)❤ ❤💋💋💋💋

Harr Silver J🃏: (74)❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋

Unanswered: 4

And so are you~

Dalim Tweedle🍻: (26) ❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋

Deen Tweedle🎓: (21) ❤❤💋

Mousse Atlas🐀:(49)❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Amon Jabberwock💎:(19)❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Zeta Oswald🌻:(32)❤❤❤💋💋

Unanswered: 18

Sailing Ships

Fenrir & Ray:(59) ❤❤❤❤❤💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Sirius & Lance: (16) ❤💋💋💋💋💋💋

Jonah & Sirius: (4) 💋💋💋💋

Sirius & Luka: (12) ❤💋💋

Harr & Sirius: (7) 💋💋💋💋💋💋💋

Harr & Lance:(6) 💋💋💋💋💋💋

Edgar & Luka: (12) ❤💋💋

Jonah & Lancelot:(14) ❤💋💋💋💋

Edgar & Zero:(12) ❤💋💋

Luka & Oliver: (2 +Other: 3)💋💋💋

Sirius & Ray: (1 + Other: 2)💋💋

Luka & Jonah: (Other: 1) 💋

Unanswered: 13

~♥️~

Take the kiss survey HERE!

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What are your partners like? The other Ricks?

They’re really nice guys. I mean, we’re all the quote-enquote “stupid ones” because not being a complete asshole is stupid, I guess?

First, there’s Cop. Dimension K-9. He’s... his dimension got fucked up by another Rick, but he assumed he was closer to the norm, so he came to the Citadel of Ricks to go into law enforcement there. He thought he was going to make a change there. He’s... really nice for a Rick. He doesn’t necessarily have a lot of confidence in himself though. Still. Strong sense of right and wrong.

And he’s also dating-- well, the Ricks call him Doofus Rick, we just call him Zeta. So, yeah, J-19-Z-7. He came by my bar a lot, not really to drink, but more to hang out? I mean, the guy fucking cured cancer, but he still thinks he’s stupid and a “bad Rick”, but like... fuck that.

There’s also DC, or Daycare Rick, dimension B-608. He ran a storage-daycare facility during the Pocket Mortys fad. I mean, say what you want, but he took care of the Mortys that Ricks just... abandoned and left with him. He’s pretty tired and bitter, but like... most of us are bitter. He’s a funny bastard though.

Just, really, we’ve been close for... years. We didn’t really have anyone but each other out there.

They aren’t my only partners now, but holy shit am I glad I got them off the Citadel.

sorry for the shitty not quite answers though because i just got a major fuckign headache halfway through typing this

#{hes also dating some people from other shows shlkgashldg but im too nervous rn about typing that out}#rick answers #anonymous

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theinfiniterick · 7 years ago

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Best present to the fandom 🎄💚

Merry Xmassss!

yes i know i’m a few days late but HEY atleast im not dead yet lol

#merry christmas #rick and morty #rick and morty christmas special #doofus #doofus rick #j-19 #j 19 zeta 7 #morty #rick and morty fanart #fan art #sweet art

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rixxy8173571m3w1p3 · 4 years ago

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Mamihlapinatapai Or The Season Of Longing

A/n: Here is another fic. Since it's been raining like crazy and I have spent way too much time indoors because of the weather, I decided to write this. The poem featured in this fic is called Lluvia by Jorge Luis Borges. I finally figured out how to put things under the cut so that my followers don't have to scroll through a large post 😅 It's another piece set before Doofus Rick and the reader were dating. Feel free to check out the other fics in my Masterpost.

In this fic the reader isn't the only one longing

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Imagine that instead of a blue sky, there was an off white, almost grey sky, and what should've been wispy white clouds were blankets of rumbling thunderstorms without a drop of rain; that was how you thought you might've felt. There was a name to this feeling, but you weren't sure what to call it; as though you were missing something you couldn't place; not sadness or grief, but whatever came in between. No, nothing bad had happened, and there hadn't been any disagreements between you and Rick, but something did occur which fed this alien feeling. It seemed that only a few days ago you were alright, but then you invited him over and he had a chance to look over those books you had mentioned. That day he had returned home from work and came over right after; offering his best of smiles and a piece of candy from his labcoat pocket as soon as he crossed the threshold of your doorway; it was nothing out of the ordinary, but it was charming all the same.

With swiftness, you had led him to your hallway closet so that you could bring down the box of books sitting on the upper shelf; that was where you kept a great portion of your father's old books. Father had been a fan of languages and botany, but ventured into the bizarre mystery from time to time; being a master of neither, you had hidden them away for a later date; mostly because the memories were more disheartening then they space they took up. With all your might, you stood on the tips of your toes in a vain attempt to reach, but your fingers barely brushed the edge of it; you should’ve just used the step ladder. It was Rick's small huff of effort which alerted you to his nearness as he unexpectedly stretched up and grabbed said box when you had a little trouble. Goodnaturedly, he carried it towards the kitchen while you took a moment to calm your girlish heart.

Coaxed away from your thoughts by the dusty cardboard and the delighted guest, you nodded lightly to give him the go-ahead to help himself. His gentle presence made him a joy to study; not in the way he examined things in the world or of the world, but in the way one does when fascinated by a butterfly or a fresh bloom hidden in an otherwise barren bush; he was a miracle. With care he pulled out one book after another, glancing through their pages and making piles for which one's he'd like to borrow. In a way he seemed to belong to this house; as though what wasn't found within pages of novels could be sought, and felt beyond reason; flowing calmly and relished in these favorable moments. Although it wasn't much, and that borrowing books could be of little consequence except to the reader itself, you hated to see him go.

Now thinking of it days later, you found yourself wondering about its significance as well as a plethora of other things as you walked to the store and back. You hadn't needed anything in particular, but you felt slightly better being outdoors; the fresh air allowed you to believe you could think better. The sounds of light traffic and grass being cut somewhere along in the neighborhood felt timeless as you walked around the corner, almost home. The wind blew, rustling your clothes and you narrowly lost the receipt that hung out of your pocket, but that didn’t bother you.

Rain clouds were rolling in from the west and you hoped it wouldn't rain before you reached home. And the closer you got, the more you could see the familiar house of your lovable neighbor. A smile couldn't help but stretch across your face at the thought and you hoped he was home so that you could ask if he'd had a chance to look those books over but that alien feeling bloomed again; the sinking, drowning, heavy feeling. How you wanted to be with him despite what reason thought was logical. The dance of your heart would've loved nothing more than to place a dozen or more kisses upon his smile lines while he stammered into the next week. Oh, your foolish heart had taken on a personification of its own these days; speaking and thinking of itself and it's wants like a second brain; draining you whenever it appeared.

Yet, before you knew it you had reached home and dropped off what you had bought before stepping out again. From your front yard, you could see that he was in the garage and you questioned whether you should go over and attempt to alleviate this feeling; it’d vanish whenever you were with him. You must’ve stood there thinking for a while as to what ought to be done for the pitter-patter of rain broke this trance-like state and you ran back towards your front porch. How silly you have become as of late with this strange crush of yours. Weren’t you past these sort of schoolgirl feelings? Perhaps, but it was more than that.

You sunk into your wicker bench and listened to the sound of the rain as it hit the roof and walkway. The earthy scent of the lawn and the splash of puddles as cars drove by was a welcomed distraction. A nap didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Yet, gentle footsteps and the sound of a closed umbrella woke another sort of feeling within you; that of hope.

“Golly, it - it sure is raining cats and dogs t-today.” he commented.

The words were out of your mouth as soon as you were aware of him; of this creature who walked out of a daydream. “I didn’t think I’d get to see you.”

“Huh? Are you alright? Did s-something happen?”

“I'm fine,” you answered; all at once conscious of him and your surroundings. “it’s just...I thought about coming over to ask if you checked out any of the books but it started to rain.”

“Th-that's part of the reason I'm here,” he confessed. “I-I had noticed you went out for a-a walk and wanted to make sure you had come home safely.”

“As you can see, I made it back in one piece. Although, I did get my hair wet. Though, that's the least of my problems.”

“Do you mind if I-I-I take a seat?”

Patting the space beside you, you nodded. “Not at all.”

He set his umbrella to the side before he seated himself and turned towards you. His warmth radiated from him and being as tall as he was, the bench might’ve been too low to the ground since his legs seemed to stick out too much, but he made no complaint. From his inner labcoat pocket, he pulled out a small book. “I thought y-y-you might enjoy this.”

“A book?”

Handing it to you, he commented. “I thought y-you might enjoy this collection of poems. I um - I bookmarked my favorites but I'd like t-t-to know what your thoughts about them would be.”

You knew this whimsical creature was well-read in many respects, but you hadn’t given much thought to the possibility of including works of a more abstract nature. “Sure, that sounds lovely. Though, I hope you don't mind me asking. Do you read works like this often? It's not because I find it strange. Honestly, I find it fascinating and wonderful that you would even consider it, but I ask because I thought….well, I thought you only read serious works related to your work.”

Scratching the back of his neck, he explained. “I read whenever I-I-I find the time and it uh - it usually doesn’t matter what the subject may be. In the pursuit of knowledge, one reads everything. For example, th-the terms and conditions for some computer programs or limited warranties at times list amusing reasons why y-you might be able to get a replacement for a damaged product. It keeps things interesting.”

“I see. It certainly makes sense.”

With a smile, he sighed with contentment as he looked towards the street. “Boy, th-this weather reminds me of a certain poem. It's called um - it's called Lluvia. That's the Spanish word for rain.”

“That's right,” you remembered; his last name should’ve been a reminder enough. “you can speak Spanish. I forget sometimes since you only talk to me in English. So, tell me, how does this poem go?”

“Please forgive me since my Spanish is a-a little rusty.”

Taking a deep breath, he recited calmly. “Bruscamente l-la tarde se ha aclarado, porque y-ya cae la lluvia minuciosa. Cae o cayó. La lluvia es una c-cosa qué sin duda sucede en el pasado. Quien la oye caer ha recobrado, el t-tiempo en que la suerte venturosa. Le r-r-reveló una flor llamada rosa y el curioso color del c-colorado. Esta lluvia que ciega los cristales, alegrará en p-p-perdidos arrabales. Las negras uvas de una parra en cierto. Patio que ya no existe. La mojada, t-tarde me trae la voz, la voz deseada, de mi padre que vuelve y que no ha muerto.”

You stared at this man, amazed by his fluency and ability to fascinate you with the simplest things. Yet again, a reason to be marveled by him. “Whoa, I don't know what you said, but it sounded beautiful when you said it.”

Turning towards you, his smile seemed brighter than usual albeit a bit sheepish. "It's n-nothing special."

"But it is, especially since you can think and speak in more than one language. I can't do that."

"I-I can teach you if you'd like."

"No, that's okay. You're busy enough as it is, but I appreciate the thought. You really are so incredibly smart."

"And you…eres maravillosa."

"What?”

His smile faltered a bit, and he thought to himself for a bit on what he was about to say before his smile returned; albeit more gently. “Eres amable y-y dulce. No soy digno de una amiga como tu.”

“Rick,” you started; confused as to why there seemed to be some sort of admission that you weren’t able to understand. “all the poetic talk is lovely, but I don't think it's fair if you reply in a way I can't understand."

"Si pudieras entenderme," he sighed, wringing his hands in the nervous way he did. "me pregunto qué creerías si te expresara cuánto me preocupo por ti."

Raising from the bench, he said to himself. "Si puedo llegar a la luna, algun dia podria...¿Q-que estoy haciendo?"

"Rick?"

“I’m o-okay. I uh - I zoned out there for a second. I’m sorry.”

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

He studied you for a moment longer; a world of words unsaid in his melancholic glances. Was something secretly hurting him like it was hurting you? You could only wonder as thoughts were drowned out by the sound of the rain.

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It was warm and comfortable with him sitting beside you. His presence always provided a sense of calm that was softer and sweeter than that of the sedatives that eased your anxiety. Why you could fall asleep right here if it weren’t for that fact that you’d be mortified if you allowed it to happen.

“Are you a-a big fan of the rain?” he wondered.

This question had come after a half-hour of companionable silence. “Hmm, it’s not the rain so much as the memories that accompany it.”

“Do y-you want to talk about it?”

“Only if you don’t mind hearing it.”

“I-I don’t mind.” He reassured you.

“Well,” you started. “my dad enjoyed rainy days since he said the plants almost seemed to smile when rainwater hit their leaves.”

“Th-that’s a nice thought.“

“Yeah, I thought so too. When it rains like this, and I’m watching it fall,” you softened; feeling lighter because you had someone to share your thoughts with. “it feels like I’m looking through a curtain. It’s not completely see-through, but the shapes I can see appear softer and more mysterious like how you must’ve appeared when you showed up. Too bad I wasn’t paying attention.”

Oh, you did not just say that out loud. “Or something like that.” You added.

If he had noticed you had tripped over your words then he gave no indication of it. “Gosh, I-I never thought of it that way b-before. I usually see it as part of the pr-precipitation cycle and it smells nice, doesn't it?”

“It does. I wouldn’t mind bottling up this scent, but then it might lose what makes it special.”

Yet, if you could bottle up his scent, it would’ve been nice to keep nearby just in case you wanted a little piece of him.

“That um - that reminds me,” he brightened. “I had baked some mandarin scones before walking over tonight, and I-I-I thought you’d like t-t-t-t-to try them but I didn’t want to risk them getting wet. I-I thought we could share some over tea tomorrow if that’s alright with you.”

Tea time with Rick was like what others did over rounds of drinks; it was to unwind and talk about the day; minus the drunkenness and the unforeseen embarrassment. “Don’t you have to work tomorrow?”

“Gee, I um - I was supposed to, but there was a shift change. Actually, I have a shift t-t-tonight in a-about an hour, but I had wanted to make sure you were alright before I left.”

“Why?”

“Because I-I thought you were going t-to walk over.”

So he had thought the same thing. “Oh, well like I said earlier I had planned to or thought to, but the weather put a damper on things.”

“Yeah.”

“Though, isn’t it funny that we both had the same thought?”

He smiled at that. “It's because gr-great minds think alike.”

What right did he have to be this adorable you thought. All you could do was smile up at him and fight the urge to run your fingers through what appeared to be soft hair; as odd as you had initially thought his haircut was when you met him, you couldn’t imagine him any other way. Still, drawn to his bright, kind eyes, you wondered if you were being attracted by some invisible force to test the limits of this friendship, and yet you knew well enough that now wasn’t the time. Following a slow blink of his, you mentioned without looking away. “Now that we have gotten to see each other, it's probably time to let you go. I wouldn’t want you to be late for work.”

“Y-you’re right.” he straightened; jumping up on his feet with much more agility then seemed possible for someone so mature. “Until next time.”

There he was leaving again when you didn’t want him to. Still, you had no right or claim to him. At least, not yet. “See you tomorrow.”

Grabbing his umbrella, he motioned to open it but paused, and slowly, but surely turned back; his smile almost boyish. “Gosh, I-I will see you tomorrow, right?”

Clutching the book of poems to your breast, you giggled. “Whichever way it may be, we will. I promise.”

Fin

#doofus rick x reader #doofus rick #rick sanchez x female reader #j19z7 #j19ζ7 #j-19-zeta-7 #rick and morty #rnm fanfiction #rnm #Rick x reader #my fanfiction #my works #rick sanchez x reader #Rick Sanchez

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ain-t-bovvered · 6 years ago

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14x09 Commentary

Zeta and Giuls scream together, and then die.

Me & Zeta will watch together season 14′s episodes as they come out and we’ll do our commentary while watching.

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

14x09 The Spear (mid season finale)

Zeta: W T F, I’m scared

-Music too happy to be on Supernatural [ camera slide to blood] and here it is.

Zeta: of course

- CRUNCH. and those are some ugly ass teeth, like...prop ugly ass.

- Here comes Michael. Eyebrows on fleek.

Zeta: I like the clothes

-I like the view

-[ enters Garth]

Zeta: aaaaah Garth

- “A bit scrawny and a bit familiar”

- OOOOOOOOH NOE

AH I KNEW THAT, he’s so bluffing.

Zeta: he better be, I can’t hate Garth.

-OH my gosh he’s a dad . Look at that cute face.

- *CRUNCH CRUNCH, not enough crunch *adds more*

-AHAHAHAAHAH

-I LOVE HIM

Zeta: i hate cereal

- Yeah me too I can’t eat them , yuck, much less with milk.

Zeta: Hi dad.

- C: Damn it Jack, you are so like your other Dad

- “...this is not what it looks like “

- Ok but whose hat is that?

C: I know it’s been a tough couple of days but-

J: you mean me dying and coming back to life?

- A right of passage. DYING.

-You are a full grown lying Winchester now

- Oh right the others don’t know that the Empty invaded Heaven.

- Castiel snort when Jack talk about Heaven is heartbreaking for me. And the little peak he does until Jack answer him is so,...Dad

- C: I just don’t want them to know

Zeta: Of course you don’t

C: “They don’t need that burden, you don’t need that burden”

- why are you so selfless .

C: I just don’t want my husband to know because he’ll kill me and send me there before my time.

-YEAH EXACTLY, my precious little angel.

Zeta: Given myself permission

-I bet the writers scan the fucking tumblr , we all wrote something like that somewhere.

- Jack: I’m sorry.

WE ALL ARE

- At least we have Krunch Cookie Crunch .

Jack: ...did you take the decoder ring out the box?

- HOW IS THAT 40+ YEARS OLD MAN SO CUTE?

- omg I can’t deal with this.

Zeta: Cookietacular

-I knew it

Zeta: yep, I hope they won’t catch him.

Zeta: Balls

-i’M SO WORRIED, i’M SWEATING.

Zeta: Of course Sam, wtf with their hair

- I’m loving Dean’s optimism, can’t wait to have that crushed later

- K : Sam, Dean ...

- AND CASS

Zeta:of course he dropped the egg.

- Cass deep menacing voice is tingling my soul

Zeta: He PaID eXtRa

- S: We appreciate the gesture

D: dO We?

- Dean’s like : look what you have done, you upset my husband, now he’ll be grumpy for days

- Please don’t touch my Garth. SLAINTè!

Zeta: he swall- Press pause, the bell!

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- oh....ok...I’ll .....just wait here then.

Zeta: ok resume.

When you have to sync again:

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Sam smiling while thinking of crime

-Gaaaaaarth mah man

Both: Merry freaking Christmas

- ooooh They wanna cage M.

-ROAD TRIP

Zeta: i...NEED ....THAT....CAR...

- Oh look it’s my Destiel fandom right there.

-C: I didn’t even wanted to punch your face the entire trip, you are in a good mood

Zeta: big no string attached win

- [sweats profusely]

Zeta: Sweet innocent summer child.

I love two matchy husbands

-SNAAAAARL

“and I kill him”

both: I’m good.

-shut your bitch mouth.

Zeta: Fun porn. I meant gun porn

- that works too. Look at that hand sliding up...yeees yeees....do that again, slower.

- I for once , I want to see Castiel with guns and tearing shit to the ground I swear I’m gonna die that day.

-Omg, CUTE...CUUUUUUTE Jack with his Santa’s jacket I love him so much. MOST PROTECT.

Zeta: breaking into the post office. MY SON,

both: PROUD

Zeta: shut up

-shhhhh it’s my husbands time.

- Look at Dean embracing the skinny jeans. FANSERVICE

Zeta: Happy holidays. Yeah...NOPE.

- We can’t have nice things on supernatural.

-Stop hitting Sam on the head 2k18-19

- You know what I like about Micheal?.....he’s not stupid like the other baddies. Of course he was onto Garth, I mean...come on.

Zeta: there goes the egg

-Stop hitting Sam on the head 2k18-19

Zeta: stop throwing Sam against walls and stuff

Castiel asking that quickly if he was Sam calling . gold.

“Garth let’s talk”

- LET’S NOT

- Look at that fucking scared face.

Zeta: Duh. Don’t you hurt my husband

D:” well then you’ll just have to kill me”

-my idiot husband

Zeta: Liar

- He does that

- Cas does it too. Look at him go.... so proud

-When you and your boyfriend lie together.

Zeta: He’s a Winchester now, of course he does

-Full grown one

Zeta: Respect

-A WIN

- A NON WIN

-Don’t you go in there alone. I’m enjoying this Cas behaving like overprotective brother Dean on Sam.

Zeta: Stop hurting Jack

- M: Oh but Jack we are family

M: eons by eons

- No thanks

Zeta: They’ll come for me

- He literally can’t wait for them to come

Zeta: Excellent

- AMAZING

-GAAAAAAARTH OH PLEASE DON’T

- OH thank fucking god. I need water.

Zeta: Thanks for waiting for us.

- Castiel tenderly healing Jack. EXCELLENT

Zeta: Dork

-Love it. 10/10 such skills

Zeta: Impossible odds. Feels like home

-ODE TO JOY PLAYING

Zeta: Fuck

- O M G THE SLOW WALK.

- AND LOOK AT SAM’S THIGH MAKESHIFT HOLSTER

Zeta: Cas in the front

-CAS IN THE FRONT....FROOOONT....I’M CHOKING. Call 911

Zeta: Sam in the back

https://ain-t-bovvered.tumblr.com/post/181117151506

-Oh Mich is nervous. Why so fidgeting.

- “Caaastieeeel”

Zeta: Cas as bait

- ...i ‘M ANGRY , but then....well...he is the strongest among them so....I guess.....BUT I STILL DON’T LIKE THAT. stop hitting my baby

-Dean using the spear.....YAS.....HOT.

-you let me in.

- SNAP

-OH

-Wait let me fix it in Supernatural style

WHAT

Zeta: Fuck......noooooooo

-OH HELLO

-When I gave up Dean, you didn’t think to question it?

-OH DAMN... why...why does it looks like he’s scolding me like a teacher or something...omg.

-Dean was...resisting me. He was too attached to you, to all of you.

[AGGRESSIVE FLASHBACK TO DYING CASS]

Zeta: Squirming

- DAMN I LOVE M!DEAN SO MUCH

- omg look at that asshole, so smug, so proud of himself...amazing

- Crush and disappointing him so completely that this time, he’ll be nice and quiet for a change...buried

Zeta: This is doing things to me

- to quote Micheal Dean: To you, to all of you.

-don’t.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHAT, BITCH WHAT THE HELL.

did M just pulled a Thanos?

Zeta: Bitch I died

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Life & Style, May 11

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Cover: Queen Elizabeth’s $2 billion will revealed and the palace leak sparks family war

Page 1: Prince Louis turns 2

Page 2: Contents

Page 4: The Top 10 Mint Looks -- Cara Santana, Chrissy Teigen, Busy Philipps, Heidi Klum, Lucy Hale

Page 5: Tessa Thompson, Julianne Moore, Cynthia Erivo, Dakota Fanning, Sophia Bush

Page 6: Twinning -- Irina Shayk ✅ vs. Olivia Culpo, Blake Lively vs. Nicky Hilton ✅

Page 7: Janelle Monae vs. Jourdan Dunn ✅, Lydia Hearst vs. Ashley Greene ✅

Page 8: Ellen DeGeneres’ fall from grace -- Ellen spent years building her career and it would be her biggest nightmare to see it fall apart but lately she’s been called one of the meanest people alive

Page 9: Channing Tatum has joined celebrity dating app Raya after splitting with Jessie J hoping to find a potential mate after his ex-wife Jenna Dewan got engaged to baby daddy Steve Kazee because though he pretends not to care it’s hard to see Jenna move on and be happy, Throwback -- Heidi Klum, Biggest Spenders of the Week -- Pharrell Williams, Ryan Seacrest, Michael Jordan, Tom Schwartz and Katie Maloney, Kylie Jenner

Page 10: Makeup mogul Kylie Jenner stepped out in Beverly Hills without an ounce of makeup and was completely unrecognizable and shook her fans, Reese Witherspoon gets real about her struggle with mental health

Page 12: Ana de Armas has spent thousands of dollars on designer duds to wear when she’s walking her dog with Ben Affleck

Page 13: Bethenny Frankel wasted no time bashing RHONYC after she left and when she quit she thought Bravo would come running back with all kinds of crazy offers to get her to stay but that didn’t happen, Kanye West has his pastor Adam Tyson sit in on meetings and listen to his lyrics and look at his designs to make sure he stays on the right path, VIP Style -- Billy Porter and Adam Smith, Emily Ratakowski, Ashley Greene, Karena Dawn, Camila Morrone and Leonardo DiCaprio, Ben Affleck, Christina Milian

Page 14: The Week in Photos -- Tyler Cameron lifts a homemade barbell

Page 15: Hannah Ann Sluss does a puzzle, Chris Pratt crashes Katherine Schwarzenegger’s Instagram, Salma Hayek

Page 16: Jennifer Garner, Mandy Moore and husband Taylor Goldsmith and cat Peanut

Page 18: Pierce Brosnan, Ben Affleck on his motorcycle

Page 19: Britney Spears, Victoria Beckham on a bike ride

Page 20: Bindi Irwin and Chandler Powell and a lemur, La La Anthony tries out her new door stretch strap, Gilles Marini’s wife Carole gives him a trim

Page 22: Blake Griffin does an outdoor workout, Melissa Gorga, Halsey and her dog Jagger

Page 24: Stars Behaving Badly -- Warren Beatty flips the bird, Jaimie Alexander pretends to choke TV sibling Luke Mitchell, naked Chelsea Handler covers herself with books

Page 26: Say What?! Kelly Ripa cautioning would-be at-home stylists, Hailey Baldwin on her secret to a clear complexion, Catherine Zeta-Jones on waiting nearly 20 years to view pics from her 2000 nuptials with Michael Douglas, Dwayne Johnson revealing his disappointment during an Instagram Q&A, Zac Efron on getting buff for 2017′s Baywatch

Page 28: Miranda Lambert and husband Brendan McLoughlin are self-isolating at her farm in Tennesse and instead of bringing them closer all of the alone time has actually driven them further apart because Brendan feels trapped living in the sticks with Miranda

Page 29: Halle Berry has been going it alone since her 2015 split from third husband Olivier Martinez and the mom of two plans to keep it that way, Meghan King Edmonds’ estranged husband Jim Edmonds threw her a curveball when he publicly confirmed he was dating Kortnie O’Connor -- the woman they once had a threesome with

Page 30: Cover Story -- Inside Queen Elizabeth’s $2 billion will -- Britain’s royal family is in turmoil after Queen Elizabeth II makes some difficult decisions about the future of her big fortune

Page 34: Brad Pitt and Alia Shawkat are getting serious -- as they see more and more of each other friendship and attraction blossom into much more for the two

Page 36: Brian Austin Green’s secret health crisis -- he spent 9 months in bed

Page 38: Julianne Hough and Brooks Laich hanging by a thread -- months after reports of trouble in paradise first emerged new issues in their marriage come to light

Page 40: Too Hot To Handle -- it’s not fun for these celebs to watch their spouses’ steamy love scenes -- Kit Harington watching Rose Leslie and Harry Treadway, Blake Lively on Ryan Reynolds and Morena Baccarin

Page 41: Keith Urban on Nicole Kidman and Alexander Skarsgard, Judd Apatow on Leslie Mann and Matthew Broderick, Jason Momoa on Lisa Bonet and Ismael Cruz Cordova

Page 42: Who Lives Here? Shia LaBeouf

Page 44: Entertainment

Page 45: Star Review -- Ben Higgins, Savannah Guthrie wore Michael Kors’ Zip-Front Belted Midi Dress costing $2570 on a recent episode of Today

Page 46: Mother’s Day Gift Guide -- Cindy Crawford and Kaia Gerber

Page 52: Diva or Down-to-Earth? Down-to-Earth Chrissy Teigen gives her mother a mani, Diva Alicia Silverstone has Christian Siriano to straighten her gown, Diva Janelle Monae gets an umbrella assist, Down-to-Earth Tori Spelling and Dean McDermott haul their own boxes

Page 54: Social Stars Posts of the Week -- Jessica Chastain, Victoria Justice, Naomi Watts, Camila Mendes

Page 55: Gwyneth Paltrow, Rebel Wilson, Joe Manganiello, Christie Brinkley

Page 56: Horoscope -- Taurus Adele, They’re Not Together But They Should Be -- Taurus Noah Centineo and Pisces Victoria Justice

Page 58: Made Ya Look -- Brie Bella and Daniel Bryan and daughter Birdie at thee farmer’s market

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