#a dirlie experience

[howdyricciardo]

Quali time

[onakomiyaki]

me crying to my hairdresser about daniel, and him being supportive through it. thank you lo, u're the best. 🫶🥺🥺

[slutforpringles]

Hey Jaimie, I just wanted to come on here and say thank you for all your contributions to the DR3 fandom. Whether it’s fighting for Daniel’s rights on Reddit or posting all the latest news, you’ve become somewhat of a lifeline for me. Your highlighted articles are my favourite to read, because it keeps me up to date with everything that’s happening. I truly hope you know how appreciated you are here, and I hope that the community that you’ve built here stays around for a long time, despite the recent news. Thank you for your dedication and positivity. Take care!

Hey, I know you sent this earlier today and I'm sorry it's taken me a while to reply, but I wanted to sit down and write a proper response. Getting this message was genuinely so lovely and I can't tell you how much it meant to me to hear that my tumblr has been able to be a positive place for someone 💞

I know I've very rarely been super personal on here, but this sport and this fandom has come to mean a lot to me, so I wanted to use this moment to express my gratitude to the dirlies (gn) and this community.

I was first introduced to F1 through friends while I was living in Europe in 2019 through DtS. I knew from the first moment I saw Daniel he was my favourite. I was immediately enamoured by his vivaciousness and that unabashed joy for life that exudes from every fibre of his being. But I was busy studying overseas and just didn't have the time to be fully bitten by the F1 bug.

I came home at the beginning of 2020 and between the pandemic, lockdowns and my personal life going toooootally to shit I was in a pretty bad place. And it was after a few months of struggle and wallowing that somehow my youtube algorithm landed me on a video of Daniel. I was hooked and very quickly worked my way through highlights, interviews, social media clips, all the funny videos, then each race highlight video as it came out in 2020, which led into every single WTF1 podcast (🙃😂) from 2020. The amount of google searches I did trying to learn all these racing and engineering terms and technical phrases I hadn't come across before (I distinctly remember googling what "box, box" meant because I had no effing clue what it meant 😂). I read every article I could about the upcoming season and the insane hype of Daniel going to McLaren (🙃🙃🙃) and can remember that first FP1 session in Bahrain I ever watched live.

I kind of stumbled onto tumblr via reddit. As I'd been learning about and becoming obsessed with F1 and Daniel I'd made my way onto the F1 sub, and for a long time I could be found on there first learning, and then discussing (and then later arguing for and defending Daniel lol). And I think it was as reddit started becoming more and more anti-Daniel that I started spending more time on tumblr.

For a long time before I joined tumblr I lurked, reading so many of all of your wonderful posts and opinions and seeing all the beautiful and creative fics and art. The mclaren hate blogging era was some of the best (and worst) times and some of the masterpieces on here in defence of Daniel and his career are so iconic and I have referenced their points/stats/quotes so many times in defence of Daniel.

I was a bit scared to fully join tumblr and start posting but I felt really quickly welcomed into this community on here. None of my friends IRL are remotely interested in F1, and so getting to talk about it here with all of you has been such a blessing (and I think my family are probably incredibly grateful that they don't have to listen to me talk about F1/Daniel quite as much as before 😅).

I just wanted to say how incredibly grateful I am to have gotten to experience the last few years with all of you on here. It hasn't always been easy and it's been a rollercoaster - that's for fucking sure - but the highs have been SO incredible. Daniel brought so much happiness and joy and laughter into my life at a time when I really, really needed it and seeing the outpouring of love for him on here the last few days has been beautiful, despite the heartbreaking circumstances.

I don't know what the next few months will look like without Daniel in F1, but I'll be sticking around for sure. I know I'm not always the best at replying to messages or inboxes (I blame my ADHD) but I'm always here for a chat and my messages are always open💞

[piastri]

the dirlie experience has been a fuckin wild ride this weekend and it’s only FRIDAY

[blamemma]

it really is such a weird experience feeling this way about daniel's sudden retirement. this is my first season of f1 and i imprinted on daniel immediately because he was someone i knew of way before i got into the sport and it's crazy how i feel so sad, like i'm grieving almost? but i think it's grief about what could have been and sadness that daniel who deserved his full circle moment, never got it. like today, seeing w*ll post about daniel's not without a fight helmet sent me over the edge and i couldn't understand why. but i just want to say that everything we're all feeling is so so valid and i hope no one listens to the nasty people putting the dirlies (gn) down. anyways, hope you're well emma, going through your blog has been a source of comfort for me <3

oh anonstie the internal laughter i have been having with myself over just how attached i am to daniel. this really all pushed it to the forefront. it is grief. it truly feels like grief. it truly feels like i held him so tightly in my hands and he was ripped away and i'm just left with the stinging ache. it was so wholly daniel's dream and daniel's fairytale to go back to red bull, but it also felt like ours. i so wanted that for him also. so yes, the grief of what could have been is so paramount at the moment!! sending lots of love ur way <3 <3

[flawlessassholes]

i'm devastated on your behalf 💔 sending love 💙💙💙

Ty 😭😭😭 im sure there will be other opportunities and truly it was a neat experience it’s just the feeling of coming so close which truly. is that not the universal dirlie experience.

[katy-133]

Rick: *Says that time travel is stupid and that he won't invent time travel.*

The times Rick messed with time:

-The "Time travel stuff" box that's shelved in his garage.

-"Doing an Inception" and going into a dream within a dream to slow down time.

-Freezing time to clean the house after a party before Morty's parents arrived home, Cat in the Hat style.

-Communicating with versions of himself from different timestreams and causing more split timestreams to occur.

-Rick exploiting a wormhole to keep an enemy distacted and to get his synaptic dampener to wear off sooner (Whirly Dirly episode).

-Rick creating a stable time traveller's paradox to meet himself (and Morty) to help stop snakes from taking over. This leads to Rick punching Morty, giving him the black eye future!Morty has.

-The Narnia portal used to rapidly age crates of wine.

-Rick creating a save/reload remote for Morty to re-place him into different timelines. This leads to Morty having to experience the deaths of every version of Morty that died upon a reload.

-Rick and Diane's house has a lever that controls a time loop the neighbourhood is contained inside.

The Vat of Acid moment is given particular aversion in canon (Morty: "What is this, Vat of Acid again?!" with RoboRick visibly grimacing). It's not just cruel, it's so cruel that Morty brings it up in a later episode.

The interpretation that Rick is so adamantly against time travel because it reminds him of Rick Prime--plus Rick, in his lowest moment using time travel to cruelly hurt Morty as a form of punishment--could be because Morty reminds Rick of Prime.

And while that doesn't excuse Rick from his actions, it does give us context on how much Rick thinks about time.

[danthropologie]

what do you mean comeback within a comeback???? the delulu theories are going mainstream and marcus mumford is one of the girlies too

p.s. and happy belated birthday your wild theories and tags have made this season bearable for me you are certainly one of the ppl that make the dirlie experience so fun for me. hope you have a wonderful year ahead <3333

i think there's a way to read it (and probably the way it was meant) that's not TOTALLY delusional: he's in the midst of making his comeback to the sport after six months off, and now that's being compounded with the comeback from this injury. comeback within a comeback.

but as a delusional girlie, obviously there's a third level of comeback that all of this is happening within: the red bull redux prodigal son narrative. so really it should be more like comeback within a comeback within a comeback 😈

[girlsdads]

the dirlie experience 😔

[courtingevil]

Re-watching The Whirly Dirly Conspiracy episode of Rick and Morty and thinking about all the possibilities for attractions you could have under an immortality field. If the proprietor was smart, he'd milk every sin and indulgence.

Binge eating (gluttony)? Check.

Violence (wrath)? Check.

Dangerous rides (vanity/pride)? Check.

But what about...

Drugs: Hell yes. Or wait, can you still develop a chemical addiction in the immortality field?

Animals: If the owner wanted to make even more money, he could run a zoo or aquarium and sell so many more experiences. Eating an endangered animal, selling endangered animals, allowing customers to hunt endangered animals, allowing customers to experience being eaten by an endangered animal.

Death Scenarios: Indulging in various death scenarios just to know what it would feel like? It wasn't clear to me whether it hurt when Rick was stabbed through the chest in this episode, so this one might not be as viable.

Other uses of the immortality field could include:

Hunting or being hunted for fun?

Open a for-profit hospital slash hospice?

Lease out some extra space for government interrogations?

The possibilities are unlimited! It might be cool for the comics to explore this place a little bit more. Maybe Rick purposely told the immortality resort proprietor that the field could only be built so big so that Rick could make enough money to fund his personal entertainment while not having to worry about dealing with any liability or responsibility associated with maintaining a larger field.

[cecoeur]

Hi! Just a question because I’m so curious: when you said in your tags that the vibes are off with Liam, could you elaborate? Not trying to start discourse, but just truly curious! I didn’t notice anything off myself so I’d love to know what your perspective is 🤔

Listen. I don’t want to yuck anyone else’s yum, so if you like Liam then I support you in that. Because at the end of the day this is all supposed to be a fun fandom experience and that’s the way I want it to stay for me, you, and everyone else involved in this corner of the internet. That being said my tag about the vibes being off with Liam is in reference to:

- The high likelihood that he/his team were behind the NZ herald source that DR was being replaced after Miami (he publicly calls out Daniel as needing to be better and a few days later THAT story drops from an NZ publication…not suspicious at all.).

- His general attitude about deserving an F1 seat based on 5 races (where he did well but Yuki was hella unlucky during so isn’t a great comparison). And the way he does not stop talking about how he deserves an F1 seat (I get it, he’s gotta be his own best advocate but it rubs me the wrong way).

- I just generally find him to be overhyped and it makes me tired of hearing about him. 🤷🏻‍♀️

- The questionable things his gf has posted on the internet which ultimately gives me the ick about him.

This is by no means an exhaustive list but at the same time you should take this all with a grain of salt. My vibes aren’t your vibes and I’m an unreliable narrator (viewing all of this through the Dirlie lens)!

[hebby-arts]

Retrieval Units

Decided I’d put some basic info about how to make a Repo Rick or a Repo Morty, in case you want to make your own. My Rick isn’t the only one in existence, and they don’t all look like him.

Repos can look like any kind of Rick or Morty, but once they’re arrested and transformed into retrieval units, they lose:

-universe codes. Repos don’t get their own, their codes lead back to the Citadel only.

-memories. all retrieval units are given Average Rick and Morty memories and are stripped of their individuality or what makes them unique, other than superficial things like appearance. their original memories are stored in the REPO-Unit head office storage and numbered with their original universe codes.

-mortality. retrieval units are mandatory* injected with an immortality serum because they aren’t given access to cloning. it’s cheaper to just inject the serum into them. the serum causes their bodies to rebuild themselves up to the point of when they were injected, so any bruises or broken bones received BEFORE the injection will remain. Depending on the damage, Repo Units may experience delays in how fast they return. A missing limb may take several minutes, whereas their entire body being blown up may take several hours to days. And they feel all of it. This also makes any severe damage to organs reversible. (Immortality is a lot like the one in the Whirly Dirly episode)

*= Mortys and Ricks can miss injections for whatever reason, usually without their knowledge.

-Ricks are intellectually castrated, meaning they know they should be able to invent things and be massively intelligent, but instead find themselves unable to do more than basic math, leading to panic attacks, breakdowns and bouts of absolute chaotic meltdowns. Mortys are emotionally castrated, they can still feel fear and want to self-preserve, but they aren’t brought down by their PTSD and don’t experience as much hesitation when it comes to gunning down civilians or capturing targets. The Citadel did this also because they knew it meant that the Mortys and Ricks would make better teams, be more malleable, but also because they knew the partnership would fight more often. They were turned into tools to be used.

-rights! they don’t have basic rights that Ricks and Mortys are often given anywhere. Also they tend to get beaten into submission and have their spirits broken severely, so there’s that.

Repo units do not have access to portal guns--instead they get wrist-teleporters, aka vortex manipulators like jack harkness in DW. they feel disgusting to use and after being teleported, you often feel like you’re gonna be carsick or bloated or both. They sometimes singe their user upon teleporting. Advised not to touch metal until 10 minutes after ‘porting.

The collars around their necks contain atomized black holes which upon being removed, without express Council or President permission, suck their wearer inside of themselves until they are marble-ized inside of their own self-contained black hole. They must be retrieved if they aren’t automatically sent back to the Citadel, or whoever owns the Repo Unit. (Yes, sometimes Repo Units are sold off to other Ricks, usually extremely rich ones.)

They do have a uniform, but it’s not mandatory. Ricks often choose to wear whatever they want as long as they wear the Citadel badge and their wrist-teleporters. They can’t remove the collar, so it comes too. (The collar operates under cartoon logic, so they can wear pretty much anything but the collar will always appear over the neck portion.)

REPOs are not respected by Ricks, seen as the lowest of the low. It’s common knowledge that they did something to earn being turned into a retrieval unit rather than just killed or imprisoned, and that alone makes them disgusting. Most REPOs will never find out what it is they did, so go nuts with backstories.

If you have any other questions, feel free to ask!

[ okay to reblog, feel free to design your own REPO RICK or REPO MORTY! ]

[meganjerbicart]

“I took your family? Who do you think had more taken from them when you shot 20 ccs of liquid dreamkiller into my daughter -- she was Rick’s daughter, Jerry, she had options. That all ended because she felt sorry for you.”

Okay fantastic episode, lots of amazing stuff, design, plot, voice acting, but this had to be the best part for me -- this perspective from Rick that I’d never thought about before, and the possibilities of a badass, more rick-like Beth. I started drawing beth in Rick’s labcoat but then towards the end decided this would be better, it’s the outfit of the flashback rick in s3 ep 1.

[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

The Remembrance Of A Kiss

I was feeling nostalgic for a fic which I wrote almost three years ago called Zeta-7 and The Kiss; it was written back when I first started writing Rnm fics. While, I don't write how I used to, I am fond of it. So, here's this finished wip. I think I'm running on nostalgia these days, for things are changing faster then I can keep up with. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. It's guaranteed to be fluffy :3

In this fic the reader thinks about a past momentous moment.

_____________________

The trouble and light anxiety you had felt about the occasion had been insignificant compared to his. Back then you had been searching for an answer or rather a solution to a predicament; the problem at the time being that you weren't sure how to broach the subject of a certain display of affection. It was neither a lack or an abundance of affection, and it seems silly now when you thought of it, which was often, but when and where had your inclination to kiss him first begin? It might have always been there, but that statement in itself seemed like a lie, for you didn't want to kiss him when you initially met him, but he had been influential; recognizing you from another time, another life, but that wasn't what you came here to talk about. No, you wanted to think of that fateful day.

That day he had been in his usual delightful mood, the kind that came about because he got to see you and was genuinely having a good day; although, with him, he tended to find good in every day and as expected he was deliciously cheerful and had a smile which could last for days upon his thin lips. Oh, how you had loved that smile for it followed you everywhere, even when you couldn't seem him; that haircut which had been copied from an old clothing catalog advertisement and moved about when he spoke; buck teeth which dentists could only dream to keep as trophies, and the hint of lip bite when he'd finished talking; it was part of the draw. You fought, swallowed, and bided your time as you thought of the ways in which you could show him you loved him. For you, there was a momentum, a force which couldn't have been stopped; beginning with his hellos, and would build as you continued to be so affected and had been desperate to satisfy the longing and affection which pulled and drowned your senses whenever he was near; it made you reason that it was the right thing to do; to express and ask if it was alright to move forward; it was and he agreed, but he never quite recovered from being kissed. 

No, you didn't mean all the kisses which occurred after and had taken place up to the present per se, but from the first one you had given him around the start of your relationship; having made such an impression, it was as though you had branded his heart and soul; that a string was tied to one of your ribs and to one of his ventricles which kept him alive only by his sheer will to withstand the forces and madness that threatened to tear him apart daily; he could never recover. You would say that he grew a little more mature that day; in mind, spirit, but not in age. To be sure, things had been so different then; Rick had been so shy when it came to romantic sensibilities, naive to others advances or otherwise natural attraction to him, believing he was unworthy of such while you had so much to learn about the mysteries of men; neither knew what the other had been going through. You hadn't known about his otherworldly adventures yet, his loneliness, or uniqueness, and he knew almost everything except your personality quirks, but as to how he knew was a different story.

Still, that was then, back when there was so much yet to be known, and you thought him to be human. You remembered how for days, he walked as though in a daze, bumping into things and hardly able to look you in the eyes without being lovestruck and tongue-tied; you were sure to watch after him to make sure you hadn't given him a stroke and assured him that he shouldn't deny his worth. Why it seemed even now he could barely function without being a little goofy after a kiss, but it was endearing; you hadn't known then about how he had been starved for affection due to lack of family and circumstances. Yet, if you had any doubts, they certainly were lessened by his attentiveness and wanting to please.

You were sure others might've tired of this behavior long ago, and you had your days in when you thought you weren't capable of managing it all, but for every time you came crashing down, he was there to help you even when you didn't want him to; for every tear and moment of grief, there was his affection which he returns out of love, gratitude, and fear all at once. Oh, if you knew then what you knew now, you would've confessed earlier; let him know how much you had cared, and tried harder to be a better friend. Still, you were making it up to him and doubted you'd ever finish making it up to him. And because he was forever grateful and happy when you kissed him, you decided to ask him one day what it was that he found so dazzling about it and to your shock, his answer endeared him to you all the more. "It's like saying h-hello." he answered matter of factly.

"Really? In what way?" 

"Gosh," he wondered, scratching the back of his neck. "it's uh - it's like touching hands, but instead of the formality of a-a handshake, you touch lips to greet and exchange not only DNA but affection. Culture or whoever happens to partake in this ritual may affect its meaning, but in such an awe-inspiring way I believe it's a reminder of trust and union; albeit more intimate."

Was that how he had felt back then? Had it been a social experiment or a daydream that had come into fruition? Perhaps neither. Maybe, he was concerned that you'd be disappointed if that so-called spark wasn't there, but the good thing was you relied more on just sparks. "So, what you mean to say is that in a sense those who kiss are bonded?"

"I th-think so."

And you believed him, for when it came to such matters, he was sincere. Why it must've hit him harder than it ever will with you, but you blamed being a creature of natural circumstance for that; your childhood and life had been happy and general for the most part, while his had more loops in it then the Whirly Dirly. Thinking of it now, the consequence of your affection was that he took to you so strongly, you were sure that if something happened to you, it might kill him; the thought being burdensome in its own right.

You had never thought of pairing the word passionate with him, but his sensibilities to and of the world in which he existed in as well as to interactions with the beings in it made you wonder if there was anything or anyone he could truly hate; himself perhaps for that was who he was most affected by. 

"Rick," you started, pushing away the unsettling thoughts as you set down the book you had been reading. "I think that's sweet. You certainly have a knack for seeing the poetic nature behind the reality, but what are your thoughts on the people who kiss for fun?"

He ruminated for a moment. It might've occurred to him that people didn't always kiss with the intention of forming serious relationships, but he would be sure to make a note of finding out later. "Gosh, I'm sure there are some benefits t-t-to it, though I haven't done much research on the matter."

Who knew where one would begin on such a subject. There were books on both physiology and psychology, but did any of them go into the happenstance of a kiss? You hadn't thought of checking, but knowing the intelligent man that he was, perhaps he had looked into it. "Research huh? Dear," you explained, "people don't just research kisses as though they are studies or hypothesized."

"Th-they don't?"

"At least not that I know of. I mean, people simply see and do. Don't they? Is there more?"

"Y-yes and no. It depends on the species."

"Hmm, I guess it does."

Again, you wouldn't know. There must've been planets, realities, and universes whose signs of affection transcended that of action, but while it was a fascinating thought, you were glad that in your reality that wasn't the case in its entirety. Searching his face, you found that his brow was scrunched up together, wondering if there was more to it. You had thought the question innocent enough, he, on the other hand, wouldn't be satisfied until he found the truth behind your inquiry. Not being one to try to disappoint him, you turned towards him and nodded. "However, I have my own answer. If you come closer I can show you what I mean."

Removing his glasses, he scooted closer; curious to see if the answer was somehow in your pocket or hiding on his face. The trust which allowed him to focus on you with conviction as you approached him was palpable. Lightly, you brushed back his bangs and passed your fingers lightly over his frown lines. Silly man, he thought too much for his own good, but if he had been unsure earlier, then the blush which dusted his ears and cheeks said otherwise. Stretching up, you pressed a light kiss on his forehead; not unlike the ones he'd give you when he thought you were asleep. And you smiled at him from the bottom of your heart. In turn, he chuckled in happy amusement; boyish in the way his eyes glimmered as though he had gotten a new toy. "Gee, that was - that was swell, but I-I don't understand. Wh-what was that for?"

"I see you and I must kiss you. It's practically the law." you giggled before repeating the action.

"Are y-y-you sure?" he wondered, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

Pulling back a little, you nodded. "I'm positive. Especially since it's what you deserve."

The light chuckle which escaped him only fed your joy as you peppered him with kisses. And before you could see it, you felt him smiling and glowing with happiness as his goofy grin returned with a vengeance. 

"Gosh," he sighed with contentment, "I-I learn something new everyday."

"I bet you do, but really a kiss is nothing to think too hard about."

"I-I know."

"If anything, I think it's based on a feeling. For example," you paused to give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts together. "the reason I kiss you is the same reason I've always had and it's because I care about you. In my own way, it's like I'm saying, 'Hello, I missed you, come here, I love you. Oh, I love you so very much. Thank you, for simply existing and being here with me.' Maybe we both have the same reason as to why words sometimes aren't enough, and while a kiss is simple, it's not always so easy to execute, but nothing is wrong with that. It's all done in its own time. In its own way. I am happy you let me kiss you way back when, because I adored you so much that it hurt. I still adore you, and you'll always be precious to me."

Glancing at you in wonderment, he played with his fingers then searched your face again. In his soul, he knew you weren't lying, but since you've first known him, he always seemed to be searching, as well as fighting his self-condemning mind and heart especially having been injured so many times. As though you had a world of answers for some of his simple questions that he would've otherwise been too embarrassed to ask, he'd open his mouth just to close it again. You had assured him on multiple occasions that he could ask you anything, but his bashful nature gave allowances for this; endearing in its own right. Once he seemed satisfied, he took out his notepad and wrote down some notes; if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was writing a thesis by the way the words slanted and blended into one another as he concentrated on the details, all the while sporting that lovestruck grin. "What are you writing dear? Is it a love letter? Is it about the trees, or bees, or whatever goes about in that wonderful head of yours?"

"I'm updating my notes."

This much you knew. "But on what? Not on kissing, right? That would be something." you teased.

"N-n-no," he answered softly, "but on you."

"Is that right? Is there any particular reason?" 

"Mhm," he nodded. "so I won't forget."

What a silly man he was, you thought. "It's ok to forget things, but I'm sure you won't. Besides, who forgets the first person they kiss?"

"N-not me."

"Of course not, especially with all the reminders that come after. I doubt I will, but reminders are appreciated. I wouldn't want to forget how happy you make me."

Slowing down his note-taking, he mentioned. "I like reminders too."

Of course he did. From years of journal keeping to the multiple watches and small computers that were scattered about the house, for there was so much going on in his head he needed help keeping his train of thought straight. It was just another way of saying in so many words, how much he loved you. "So do I. And trust me, I'll be sure to remind you a lot. As much as you need, and as often as I can. Hopefully," you winked at him. "I'll be reminded soon."

Giving your hand a squeeze, he softened. "I um - I don't mind reminding you. I-I really like reminders."

"I know, but do you like them more than adventures, or as far as that ship in the garage will take you?" you teased.

Replacing the notepad in his pocket, he nodded. "As far as 238,855 miles w-will take me."

Miles or kilometers were but measurements and distance, but that distance you were sure was not on Earth. "Do you mean to the moon?"

Pressing a light kiss to your temple, he answered. "Por supuesto, y-y más allá de eso. Please, don't forget"

Forget? Why would you forget? If there was a prelude, it was the flutter and happy giddiness which occurred when you caught him off guard, but to whatever came after, it was effervescent, sweet, and addictive. And while it could be said about a lot of things, he was far more complex. You see, you never recovered from being kissed, because you were enticed by his charm, and won by his goodness, but a kiss sealed the deal; for now and forever you belonged to him and you weren't going to let him forget it. Cupping his cheek, you replied. "I won't and I never will Ricky. You can bet on that," as you leaned forward, you whispered. "and seal it with a kiss."

Fin

[katy-133]

Prime's Immortality - Theories

[This post is copy/pasted from a reblog post I wrote for the Rick C-137 & Prime Masterpost on Rick and Morty, and also includes new additional thoughts I had on it.]

Why couldn't Prime be killed by Jerry? Is he immortal or does he have fast healing powers?

In the animation, we can see a cut made by Jerry, some blood, and then the cut heals within seconds. So Prime appears to have regeneration abilities.

Prime not appearing to have aged in 40 years may be part of the time traveller theory, or it may be linked with his healing abilities.

In season 3 and 6 (the same seasons Prime appears in), we have two examples where other characters have temporarily obtained immortality (or at least being unkillable).

Fortune Cookies:

Theory 1, Prime is using the fortune cookies from season 6 (or something from the same dimension the Lockerean fate creature that created them is from) by holding an unfulfilled fortune that is preventing him from dying.

This one in my opinion seems less likely, because immortality achieved through this doesn't appear to give the user healing powers. Examples include: The Rick being bulletproof (but the bullets that hit his forehead still making him bleed), the guard who got his ribs shattered, and Jerry (where bullets just kept improbably missing him).

The Whirly Dirly:

Theory 2, Prime is using some sort of technology similar to immortality field the vacation resort (that the Whirly Dirly ride was located in). But instead of the field being a bubble, Prime has somehow applied it to just himself.

In the season 3 Whirly Dirly episode, Jerry gets shot in the head, but survives because he was within the immortality field. Rick and the episode's antagonist also get their heads injured and then healed. The visual to convey this makes it look like the animation is being played rewound for Jerry's injury, and for Rick and the antagonist, it looks like their heads regenerated. Though there's a gold glow (pictured below) that appears with all three of them when they heal (and that Rick Prime's neck regeneration doesn't have).

So, to link this back to C-137 and Prime's backstory, how can these theories help us? I don't think there's enough info here to get something concrete (yet), but it does raise some conclusions, and a few questions to explore:

Prime and C-137 both know about at least one of these places, being interdimensional travellers. Did they visit these places together or separately?

Did Prime have these regenerating abilities before or after his falling out with C-137?

It also helps give us a picture of why Prime is like This. He believes that he's unkillable, so you can imagine the confidence that's going to give a Rick.

Operation Phoenix:

By season 2 episode 7, Rick has been working on an experiment called Operation Phoenix, a project to help him cheat death. In the Tiny Rick episode, Rick puts his consciousness into a younger clone of himself. The experiment ultimately fails, because the young Rick's personality started taking over our Rick's mind. This leads to Rick rejecting the experiment and going back into his previous body.

But we see Operation Phoenix reappear in later episodes.

In Edge of Tomorty (S4), Rick is able to jump into different consciousnesses of his clones across dimensions. Not only that, but Rick doesn't have the same problem he hand in the Tiny Rick episode (of the body trying to take over his mind/personality). This could possibly be because either keeping the body the same age negates the personality takeover, or other Ricks developed the experiment to remove the side effect by then.

Then in season 5's finale, there is then another development of Operation Phoenix where we see some Mortys using it, not just Ricks. So we can assume the experiment is being continually worked on by Ricks.

This could mean that Rick Prime has perfected Operation Phoenix, and is using it to stay the same age as he was in flashbacks.

[danthropologie]

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This is the perfect explanation of the Dirlie experience :(

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